PCW Trauma 10th Anniversary: Trauma 284 Results

[PCW Staff]

Tuesday, January 18, 2011 (A globe, looking much like Earth, spins softly to give the viewers their opening feed. As the sphere spins, a voice-over can be heard.) Voice: For years, fans were left without their heroes… (The image of the globe switches over to live-action clips of PCW Superstars. The footage seen is of Pegasus dancing as “Playa Pegz,”, Grimm reversing an Elvish Tale from Lantlas into a Harvest, and “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth rocking out with some air guitar.) Voice: …And with their absence, a void was left needing to be fulfilled…. (The feed transitions into images of dejected fans standing outside of an empty Pure Class Arena, a sign hanging from its roof over the front of the building reading, “Closed.”) Voice: …But with time comes growth and wisdom… (The feed now transitions into live-action clips of more PCW Superstars. The footage that is now being shown is Non Compos Mentis standing victorious after winning the first ever PCW Hardcore Hell Match, “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc walking down the aisle, and of Ace Anderson brutalizing Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith with an Exemplifier onto a chair.) Voice: …And the ability to start afresh… (The feed once again transitions into another live-action video clip of PCW Superstars performing at various promotions before they signed with Pure Class Wrestling. This time, the footage being shown is of Mike Park Soul Super Kick on a random opponent, Arik Ash dancing on the Disney Channel, and Usali Basilisk reading through his Book of Ascension.) Voice: …Welcome back, as the PCW is revived once again… (The feed now transitions back to the image of the spinning globe. With every passing millisecond, the speed of which the globe had been spinning increases. When it seems to reach the maximum speed, it starts to violently shake and convulse. Suddenly, the globe explodes. The particles of the Earth dart out every which way onto the screen, and as a large fragment makes it way towards the camera, the feed switches to a live shot of the Pure Class Arena. “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva begins to play and a massive pyrotechnics display occurs throughout the arena. The camera begins to pan the live crowd, catching numerous fan signs throughout its progress. Some of the more notable signs read: “PCW LIVES,” “I Fear Grimm,” “King of Hardcore,” “Welcome Back LoKi” and, “I'm A Scene Kid!” As “Survival of the Sickest” continues to play, the camera switches focus to Jerry Andrews and his brand new broadcast partner, Al Laiman, at the broadcast table, where they open up the show.) Jerry Andrews: Welcome ladies and gentleman to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and to my left is my new broadcast colleague Al Laiman! Al Laiman: It's good to be in the commentary booth, and it's even better to see Pure Class Wrestling back in action! I'm "Universal" Al Laiman, your new commentator. Great to be with you, Jerry.

Jumping to the modern day, we head to the PCW Arena once again, this time to celebrate ten years of Trauma!

PCW Trauma 10th Anniversary - Trauma 284

Friday January 15th, 2021

The Faithful are on their feet, screaming their hearts out as "What it Takes" by Adelitas Way blares throughout the building.

"My mind is racing, heart is pacing
Everything I want I taste it I embrace it
Gotta have the patience, dedication
Never leave a moment wasted, chasing greatness
I think its kinda funny that they slept on me
Here's a couple things they should know about me
No plan B just a one way ticket
This is what it takes that's the difference

I been waiting for this all my life, it's my time
I never hesitate, I dig down, stand my ground
Look at all the valleys that I made it through
You're looking at somebody with too much to lose
The sacrifices made everyday, it's the price I pay
This is what it takes

Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize when it's make or break (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes, this is what it takes"

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Jerry Andrews and welcome to one of the biggest milestones in PCW history! On January 18th, 2011, PCW returned from a long hiatus and Trauma hit the airwaves once again! From that day forward - for ten incredible years - we've come into your homes with some of the best wrestling on the planet! Tonight, we thank you for your support over these years with the celebration of the last ten years of Trauma. With me, as always is.... wait... Al Laiman!?

Al Laiman: Welcome to Trauma everyone! I'm so honoured to be here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Excuse me? This is my seat!

Al Laiman: Oh.... of... course! Ace, I'm kidding! I won't be doing commentary tonight, I just wanted to stop by and say hello to the PCW Faithful!

Jerry Andrews: Well, it certainly is a historic night!

Ace Anderson: You're right about that, Jerry! Give me my seat back, Al! I've got a show to do!

Jerry Andrews: And what a show it will be! Not only do we have three huge matches tonight, including a championship showcase match, but we've also been granted additional time on TBS tonight for this special event, so we'll be showcasing some of the greatest and most memorable matches in PCW history!

Ace Anderson: I can't wait! Let's start now!

Jerry Andrews: Alright! Here's the main event from that return episode ten years ago! Murdoc, Non Compos Mentis, and Grimm squared off and it was intense!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011 Triple Threat Match “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc vs. Non Compos Mentis vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little Match Details: All three of the men in this match have books worth of stories to tell from their time in the PCW. All three have also had varying successes in Pure Class Wrestling; Murdoc has reigned as International Champion on two occasions and has also held Tag Team gold with Lantlas and Pegasus; Non Compos Mentis has also held the PCW Tag Team Championship with a reluctant partnership with Ace Anderson, who he also defeated to win his first of two North American Championships; Grimm has been International Champion and has also won two PCW World Championships. So there's no question as to why Skylar would scheduled these three individuals to compete tonight. Murdoc made his elaborate entrance first, receiving boos throughout. Next followed Non Compos Mentis, who also received a large amount of jeers. Then it was Grimm, who received more cheers than any other person tonight. When all three were in the ring, the bell was sounded and the match started. Murdoc, however, didn't stay in the ring. As soon as the bell sounded, he rolled out of the ring and walked over to the announce table. He put on a headset, and informed everyone that he has decided to rest his body for his match with Lantlas for the following week. He said he was happy to take the loss, but he had to do what he deemed as right. This made no difference to Non Compos Mentis and Grimm, who went in and leveled away at each other. Non Compos Mentis seemed to get the better of ole Phinehas, and punished him with a devastating spinebuster. He worked over Grimm for a while with a variety of stiff jabs and kicks, but when Grimm blocked a flapjack attempt with a DDT in mid-air, it was his turn to dominate. The entire match saw the two battle almost equally, and they both put their body at risk with high-impact moves and intense physicality. Murdoc stayed true to his cause, and did not interrupt in the proceedings of the match. He also did not say another word at the commentary desk, even with the urging of Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews. It was at the ninteen minute mark when the match was really decided. Non Compos Mentis was in good position to win the match, but randomly, as he was about to hoist Grimm up for the Fractured Mind, he began to shake his head in pain; it looked as if he was suffering from a migraine, as he dropped Grimm and grasped his head. NCM slouched in the corner, still holding his head, and Grimm used this moment of opportunity to his advantage. When Grimm noticed the position NCM was in, he quickly rushed the corner, scaled the turnbuckle, and delivered The Harvest on Non Compos Mentis; drilling his head into the mat. Grimm quickly made the pin, and, at the 20 minute and 22 second mark, Grimm picked up the victory. Winner(s): Grimm via pinfall After the Match... Details: ...Grimm looked down on NCM and Murdoc issued a small golf clap before the feed fades out. *CLICK*

Jerry Andrews: What a match that was! But now, let's go to another PCW milestone, the 200th episode of Trauma!

Ace Anderson: That night the main event was a ten person elimination tag match that ended up kind of being a "who's who" of PCW at the time! Enjoy!

Thursday October 20th, 2016 Ten Person Elimination Tag Team Match Grimm, Seromine (International ©), Sadistic, Alexa Black (North American ©) & Cory Steel vs Dan Fierce, Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti, Rick Majors & Lantlas Referee: Charles Lim The much smaller Dollface circles around the Bear, determination beaming out of her eyes. They lock up in the center of the ring, but Steel quickly tosses her to the corner. The look of shock on her face tells a story, but she gets back up at the beckoning of her opponent. They go to lock up again, but the faster Kelli ducks under it, climbing Cory like a tree, putting his head in scissors and flipping the large man over onto his back. Now it's Steel's turn to be stunned as he lay on his back, but his respite doesn't last long before Kelli hits the ropes. As she does, Alexa plants a kick to the back of her head. That immediately drives N. Saniti into the ring in protest. As Lim attempts to remove the enraged Saniti from the ring, Steel drags Kelli to the opposing corner, driving stomp after stomp to her chest. Steel picks up the colorful woman easily and drives her down to the ring hard with a sit-out slam. Jerry Andrews: Dollface is in serious trouble already here tonight. Ace Anderson: Her troubles are only getting started. Here comes Alexa Black. Black enters with an evil smirk on her face. She taunts the Madcap Magician as she drags Kelli to the center of the ring, paintbrushing her foe's face with her hand. N. Saniti tries to step into the ring, but the zebra and his team mates halt his progress. While the ref's attention is taken, Alexa uses a blatant choke to wear Kelli down. She drags Starr to the corner and tags in Billy Sadistic! Sadistic's antifreeze green eyes glow with anticipation as he grabs up the downed Candy Girl. he snapmares Kelli down to the mat. Once. Twice. He picks her up for another one, but Kelli turns it into a small package. The ref only counts to two on a stunned Sadistic. As a reward for her efforts, he plants a foot to Kelli's back. Sadistic Picks Kelli up, throwing her at the ropes. He ducks for a back body drop, but Kelli hooks the ropes to prevent it, kicking him square in the chest. Kelli collapses to the mat, crawling to her corner as Saniti and the others cheer her on. She feeds off of the encouragement, almost making it to the corner, but Sadistic snatches her by the leg and starts to drag her away from her corner. Kelli spins to her back and kicks herself free of the Phenom's grasp. She lunges forward, tagging in the other half of Psychedelica, N. Saniti. The crowd cheers wildly as the Mystical Madman enters the ring. Saniti grimaces with glee as he and Sadistic lock up. Both men jockey for position until Sadistic forces Saniti to the neutral corner. The ref calls for a clean break, but Sadistic peppers his nemesis with fists and knees to the midsection. Lim crawls between the combatants, forcing separation. As he admonishes Sadistic, Black charges the corner, railing Saniti with a devastating clothesline. Fierce tries to enter the fray, but the ref stops him cold. Sadistic tags in Grimm and the two double team Saniti until the zebra finally gets the Fabulous One out of the fray. Grimm pulls Saniti to his feet and smashes him with a devastating headbutt! Jerry Andrews: Sword of Heimdall! Ace Anderson: He's going for a cover. No! Only a long one count. Grimm gathers his prey, planting Saniti face first with a Foddershock. He starts to choke Saniti out as the ref counts, and breaking the move at the four count. Grimm yanks Saniti to his feet, shoving him to the ropes and connecting with a back breaker on the rebound. Saniti yelps in agony, holding his back. Alexa begs to be let in as Grimm drags the prone magician to the corner and obliges. Black leaps over the top rope, planting both feet deep into the chest of her adversary. N. Saniti tries to catch his breath as the North American Champion pulls him to his feet. Black drives him back to the mat forcefully. She hooks the leg, but only gets a one count before Saniti kicks out. She shoves him to the ropes, dropping for a back body drop that Saniti sees coming a mile away. He spins his back to hers, landing on his feet and stumbling backwards, tagging in... Lantlas! The crowd goes absolutely nuts as the Elven Warrior scales the turnbuckles, smashing Black square in the mush with a corkscrew elbow. She backs Black to a corner with knife-edge chops, kicks, and jabs. With a flourish, Lantlas drives a foot to the gut that doubles Black over. Jerry Andrews: The Elvish Tale! Ace Anderson: Been a long time since the fans were treated to that move. Lantlas puts the Angry Amazon on her shoulders, incapacitating her with a Flame of the West. She hooks the leg! ..1! ....2! ......3! Alexa Black has been eliminated! Jerry Andrews: The PCW legend gets the first fall in the match! Ace Anderson: I love it! The crowd goes crazy. As does Alexa, but in an entirely different way. She screams her frustration, attempting to get back into the ring after being forced out. Kelli waves bye to Alexa, who is still throwing a tantrum all the way back up the ramp. As Lantlas is distracted by the spectacle, Seromine sneaks into the ring, rolling her up, complete with a fistful of tights to try and get rid of the legendary figure. Lim drops, getting a two count before discovering the illegal move and breaking up the pin attempt. Lantlas shoots to her feet, glowering at Seromine. They lock up in the center of the ring, both competitors attempting to gain the advantage. Lantlas manages to back Seromine to the ropes, whipping him to the opposite side, greeting his return with a drop toe hold and floating into a grapevine leg lock. Lantlas works on the knee as the ref checks for a submission, but Seromine refuses to quit. in spite of the Elven Warrior's efforts, Seromine manages to pull himself to the ropes to force the break. Lantlas is quick to relinquish the hold, standing as he awaits his opponent to do the same. The Owl Masked Maniac hobbles to his feet circling his foe. As he gets to his corner, he tags in Grimm, glaring daggers at the meddlesome Middle-Earther. Ace Anderson: Talk about a legendary confrontation, this would be it. Phinehas Grimm and Lantlas. Hoo boy! Lantlas and Grimm size each other up. They tie up in the center of the ring, but it's short lived as lantlas uses her height and weight advantage to drive the Lord of Misrule to the turnbuckle. There, she unloads a bevy of chops that leave the fair skinned Hangtown Horror's chest a bright red. She heaves him at the opposite side, connecting with a double footed drop kick to the chest that wilts Grimm to the mat face first. Lantlas pulls the Lord of Misrule to his feet, nailing him with a missile drop kick. Grimm crashes out onto the floor through the ropes. Sadistic rushes to his brother's side, encouraging him to get up. Neither man sees the Elven Warrior gain momentum from the ropes across the ring for a suicide dive that takes both of the Hangtown horrors to the floor with a thunderous crash. Lantlas bounds to her feet in a scream of adrenaline that the Faithful echoes. The legend doesn't see the unmasked Cultist hiding in the audience. As the ref's attention is applied to the pile of tangled limbs that are the Brothers Dillinger, the Grizzly smashes Lantlas with a folded chair before reapplying his mask and disappearing back into the audience. Sadistic rolls his brother back into the ring at the five count, then circles like a buzzard around the fallen legend. Sadistic drops to all fours, barking insults at Lantlas and headbutting him for punctuation. As the ref gets to a count of nine, Grimm interrupts him, pulling his attention from the downed competitor. Sadistic and Seromine both wail away with stomps and punches until the zebra finally returns his gaze to the action outside of the ring. He sees the shenanigans happening, slides out of the ring to admonish the two team mates, and orders them back to their corner or risk disqualification. Sadistic tosses Lantlas back into the ring before obeying the ref's instructions. Grimm slings Lantlas to the ropes planting her with a sit-out power bomb that shakes the ring from the impact. Sadistic stretches out his hand and his brother tags out. Sadistic drops to all fours again, raining headbutt after headbutt on the Elven Warrior. Jerry Andrews: Lantlas needs out of there in the worst way. Ace Anderson: I have to say, Team Grimm had done a great job of cutting the ring in half. Sadistic elevates Lantlas in a delayed suplex, making sure that the blood rushes to her head properly before bringing her back to the mat violently. Sadistic stands Lantlas, marching her over to the top turnbuckle, and introducing them to each other repeatedly. He drags her out of the corner by giving her eyes a rope burn across the top rope. The fans jeer madly at the Phenom's chicanery. Lantlas withers to the mat, clutching at her eyes, blindly reaching out to her team mates that she can hear. Sadistic stalks over to her, hammering her with a double axe handle blows to the back as she tries to crawl to her corner. Thinking quickly, Dan Fierce ducks into the ring just long enough to get the ref's attention. He ducks back out, knowing that Seromine and Grimm wouldn't be able to resist the chance to triple team Lantlas. The ref spins just in time to see the two of them approaching and shoos them out. Sadistic hits the ropes, to perform a punt to Lantlas, but Fierce catches him, plants a huge kiss on the bearded madman and hits a neck breaker over the top rope that levels the Dillinger Brother. Dan catches a bit of flak from his team mates for his actions, but he just shrugs it off as "just business." Majors takes particular exception to his actions, but Lantlas finally makes it to her corner and tags in the Number One Contender. Majors leaps over the top rope, landing an elbow drop to the back of Sadistic's head. He stands the Phenom up, wrenching the arm and smashing a foot into his face. Majors heaves Sadistic to the ropes, nearly decapitating the former World Champ with the Centre of Attention spinning heel kick. He pulls Sadistic to half-standing and drives his knees into the gut, wearing one half of the Hangtown Horrors down. Another trip to the ropes yields a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker... And a blind tag from Cory Steel. As Majors drops for a pin, the legal man rushes in, driving his full weight behind a double axe handle to the small of the back. Majors yowls in agony as the Bear stomps the target area ruthlessly. Steel shoves Majors at the ropes, smashing the tender back with a spinebuster slam. He heaves Majors upwards and brings him right back down with a jack knife. He hooks a leg. ..1! ....2! NO! Steel slaps the mat in frustration, yanking Majors to his feet. As he does, Majors breaks free, fighting his way out to put some distance between himself and his assailant. Once space has been gained, he rushes the ropes, flattening Steel with a flying forearm to the temple. Both men are down as the ref begins to count. 1! 2! Steel begins to stir, his team mates chomping at the bit to get into the fray. 3! 4! 5! Majors struggles to all fours as Cory kneels, almost fully vertical. 6! Steel charges Majors, who drops down as the Bear hits the ropes chest first. Majors rolss him up with a schoolboy pin. ..1! ....2! ......3! Cory Steel has been eliminated! Before Majors can even catch his breath, Seromine enters the fight, smashing Majors with stiff rights and lefts. Tucking his opponent's head under his arm, Seromine connects with a standing suplex that rattles the rafters. Majors gets up on spaghetti legs. Seromine rushes at him, but Majors feints over to his corner, tagging in Dan Fierce! Seromine, completely unaware of the tag, attempts to pull Majors back into the ring. The Fabulous One uses this as a chance to climb the top rope and fly off with a leg lariat that sends PCW's resident Jim Jones over the top rope. Fierce jumps down to the floor, reaching under the ring. He produces a rainbow cup filled with a reddish liquid. Despite the warnings of the zebra, he pours the liquid over the head of the leader of Salvation. Jerry Andrews: Did... Did he just pour Kool-aid on Seromine? Ace Anderson: I hope that's what it was. Placing the cup on top of Seromine's head like a party hat, Fierce does a front flip, clocking the Cultist across the neck with a foot. He picks up his refreshment soaked foe, rolling him into the ring. Dan quickly regains the ring, bounding off of the ropes for momentum. but as he goes to jump over the artist formerly known as Anarchist, his opponent grabs his feet, tripping him to fall neck first on the second rope. The Fabulous One gasps for breath as Seromine regains a vertical base. Seromine step onto the ring apron, hitting a guillotine leg drop across Fierce's head, adding injury to more injury. Seromine pulls Fierce to his feet, working on the neck a bit more with a spike DDT. Dan seems like he's nearly out on his feet. Seromine mails him to the nearest corner, following close behind with a European uppercut that nearly send the Fabulous One over the ropes, instead the impact draping him over the corner. Seromine reaches through the ropes, pulling Fierce's head down. The ref rushes in to break up the hold at the count of four. Seromine eyeballs the zebra threateningly before yanking Dan to the mat unceremoniously. Leading him around with a fistful of glorious locks, Seromine shoves Dan into no-man's land, stomping the life from him until Grimm asks to be tagged in. Seromine obliges, but both men put the boots to the Flamboyant One. Seromine evacuates before being DQed as Grimm snapmares Fierce from the corner. N. Saniti, Kelli Starr, Majors, and Lantlas all rally the fans behind Dan while Grimm uses him for a punching bag. Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration! Grimm's going for a cover! Ace Anderson: No! Kick out at two! Grimm protests at the ref, pulling Fierce to his feet. The Fabulous One uses the distraction to his advantage, clubbing Grimm with forearm uppercuts, and driving him back to a neutral corner. Grimm gets flung to the opposite side of the ring, where Dan rushes in with a leg lariat. The Lord of Misrule melts to the mat, Dan charges across again, landing in a bronco buster across Grimm's chest. Fierce stands up, grabbing both of Grimm's legs and yanking him out of the corner with the third pull. Fierce collapses near his corner to tag in N. Saniti! The Mystical Madman hits Grimm with a front flip leg drop of his own. Saniti pulls Grimm into a double underhook suplex, planting him in the corner. Saniti scales the turnbuckles setting up for a will-o-the-wisp, but Sadistic knocks him off of the ropes and into a rather precarious landing. An enraged Kelli tries to enter the ring, but Lim orders her back out as Grimm tags in Seromine. Seromine wastes no time in yanking the injured Saniti to the mat and rolling him up for a cover. The ref never sees Seromine using the corner for added leverage as he makes the count. Ace Anderson: Saniti is the first to be eliminated from his team! Jerry Andrews: The odds are still in their favor four-to-three. N. Saniti has been eliminated! Kelli explodes onto the scene, scaling the corner and driving a dropkick deep onto Seromine's back even before Saniti is out of the ring. Both members of Psychedelica stomp the cult leader in time as dubstep music blares over the speakers. N. Saniti leaves before he gets Kelli disqualified. Kelli hip tosses Seromine into her corner as Saniti gathers his hat. Suddenly, Seromine yelps in pain, grasping his neck. Kelli drives a series of knees into his back, finally seeing the hatpin the Madcap Magician had snuck into the battle. She drops Seromine to the mat, screaming at the ref to distract him while N. Saniti regains his property. As he leaves at last, the drugged Seromine staggers to his feet. Kelli spins and leap, hitting a Cherry on Top. She scampers up the turnbuckles and flies into the air, landing with both knees to his chest. Jerry Andrews: Kelli Dropped the Bass! Ace Anderson: Holy cow! Seromine has been eliminated! Just that quick! Seromine has been eliminated! Speaking of quick, Grimm wastes no time in entering the ring, connecting with a backstabber kneedrop. Kelli squeals in pain and surprise as Grimm tries for another quick elimination, but the ref only gets a long one count. Kelli is fast to stand, as is Grimm. She charges in for a tornado DDT, but Grimm shoves her off, sending her careening to the opposite side, where a very impatient Sadistic is waiting. He grabs a fistful of colorful hair, pinning her to the mat out of the ref's line of sight. Grimm goes for another pin! ..1! ....2! ......Thr-NO! Kelli manages to buck the Lord of Misrule, but Sadistic keeps hold of her hair until Lim finally spies his efforts. He orders the Phenom to release her hair and return to his corner, but he doesn't go quietly. He pulls her head to the ring edge and works her over with a blatant choke, breaking at the count of four. Grimm stands Kelli up, chopping her in the chest and backing her to their corner. Realizing she's trapped, Kelli fights valiantly as Sadistic gets tagged in, but the Hangtown Horrors use the full extent of the five count to stomp the resistance out of her. As Grimm plants a foot on her hair to keep her in place, Sadistic climbs the neutral corner, executing a beautiful swan dive headbutt. Grimm releases his entrapment as his brother puts Kelli onto his shoulders for a running power slam. Again, he goes for a cover, but the resilient Candy Girl manages to just get her shoulder up before the third slap of the mat. Grimm drops a leg across her chest, then an elbow, followed by a delayed headbutt that hits its mark. Grimm snags her legs, lifting and then dropping her with a Foddershock. He grapevines his limbs with her arms and neck, pulling the grip tight, Ace Anderson: The Winding Stair! Jerry Andrews: The ref's check for a choke. Kelli's hanging in there. A panicked look crosses Kelli's face as the zebra checks for a submission. Grimm extends a hand for Sadistic to grab, adding to the leverage. Within seconds, Kelli has no choice but to submit. Kelli Starr has been eliminated! Dan Fierce leaps into the ring as Grimm spins around with a smirk on his face, but his joviality is short-lived when Fierce drives a boot to his midsection. MAKEOVER! ..1! ....2! ......3! Grimm has been eliminated! Left all alone, Sadistic charges into the ring to save the pinfall, but he's too late. Fierce, Majors, and Lantlas are all left after they have pared down his team to just him. He tugs at his own hair in disbelief, growling at them through gritted teeth. He charges in, driving a knee deep into the soft tissue of Fierce's back, but he inadvertently sends the Fabulous One to his own corner. Fierce turns around , grinning widely as Lantlas begs to be tagged in. Dan obliges as the Elven Warrior enters to tangle with a seething Phenom. Jerry Andrews: It's three-on-one against Sadistic now! Ace Anderson: Those are not odds that anyone wants. The crowd pops loudly as the two connect for battle. Lantlas uses her strength to ply the Dillinger Brother back to a corner. She punishes him with knife-edge chops and finishes off with a kick to the head that causes him to reacquaint himself with gravity. She props Sadistic up in the corner, charging in for a spear that knocks the wind right out of the Phenom's sails. She does it again. She leaps over the doubled over Sadistic onto the top turnbuckle and down with a double stomp that drives him down into the mat. She picks him up again, planting a missile dropkick that staggers him back into the corner. One final time, she charges in for a spear, but this time the wily wildman maneuvers out of the path, causing her shoulder to connect with the ring post. Sadistic wraps his arms around her, tossing her with a release German suplex. He follows in with a double footed dropkick to her head that spins her like a propeller nearly out of the ring. Unrelenting, Sadistic picks her up, thumbing her eye for good measure in the process. A spinning belly-to-belly suplex lands her right back on the mat. Sadistic locks in a crossface, wrenching back on the neck and shoulder. Jerry Andrews: Phenomenal! Ace Anderson: We haven't seen that move in a long time. Sadistic continues to apply the pressure, but the legendary Elf refuses to submit. Mustering what strength she can, Lantlas pulls herself to the ring ropes for the break, but Sadistic hangs on until the bitter end before he's forced to let it go. The damage done to her shoulder and neck, Sadistic stomps furiously, finally yanking her away from the ropes. He stands her almost completely up before crashing her back down with a devastating DDT. He slings Lantlas to the ropes one last time, managing a tornado DDT that earns him a three count. Lantlas has been eliminated! A collective gasp erupts from the audience as Lantlas rolls out of the ring. Majors goes to work on the Phenom as the Faithful begin chanting. Thank you, Lantlas! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* Thank you, Lantlas! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* A very grateful Lantlas wipes a tear from her eye as she waves to the crowd, making her way back to the locker rooms. She pauses one last time to wave at the fans and take a bow. Jerry Andrews: Wow. I'm still in shock that we even got to see Lantlas in a PCW ring one more time. Ace Anderson: Just incredible. What a mystery partner! Jerry Andrews: And what a match we're having! Meanwhile, inside the ring, the action hasn't stopped. Majors has kicked, punched, and stomped an already weary Sadistic. He smashes Sadistic's skull into the mat with a brain buster suplex, following it up with an enziguri to the back of the head. He quickly tags in Fierce who all but echoes his partner's attack, making sure that Sadistic doesn't have time to shake off the cobwebs. Another quick tag brings Majors back in. The pair keep their feet moving on their opponent. Sadistic tries to fight back and turn things around on Majors after a telegraphed attempt at a back body drop. Sadistic drops an elbow on the back of his head. He spins Majors over for a pin attempt, but Majors is too close to the ropes and gets a foot up before a one count. Sadistic wobbles to his feet, pulling his foe with him. He whips Majors to the ropes, but it gets reversed. Sadistic comes off the ropes to a spinebuster slam. Majors draws Sadistic into a Tainted Excellence DDT. He goes for a cover, but the ref is slow to get into position and only gets a short two count. Majors smacks the mat in anger, dragging Sadistic to his corner for another tag. Jerry Andrews: Good teamwork here by Majors and Fierce. Dan stands Sadistic up, groping his chest before lighting it up with some "WOO-inducing" knife-edge chops. Fierce plants a foot under the chin and stretches upwards. Lim calls for a break out of the corner, and Dan complies. The Fabulous One turns Sadistic around for a belly-to-back suplex, making sure to tantalize the crowd with a bit of grinding prior to dropping the Phenom on the back of his head. Fierce runs the ropes, dropping a knee on the back of the head and rolling through. He stands Sadistic up in the corner, tossing a handful of glitter into the air before he leaps up for a hurricanrana, but Sadistic holds onto the ropes, letting Dan meet the mat without his victim. Sadistic rolls Fierce up for a pin, attempting to use the turnbuckles for added leverage, but Lim sees the trickery and refuses the pin count. Sadistic yells his rage at the zebra, yanking Fierce up to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. Sadistic nearly powerslams Fierce through the mat, hooking a leg for another cover. ..1! ....2! ......Thre-NO! Majors tries to get the audience to rally behind Fierce as Sadistic wears him down with a rear naked choke. The ref asks for a submission, but Dan is fading too fast to answer. A check of the arm, and it falls limply by his side. Another yields the same result. One final check, and the arm stops short of a knockout as the fans get Fierce's blood pumping. Sadistic shakes his head in disbelief as Dan stands up with the bearded brawler still attached to him. The Fabulous One staggers backwards, accidentally knocking Sadistic right into Fierce's own team mate, and Majors falls off of the apron and onto the floor. Jerry Andrews: Majors is down on the arena floor now and he looks hurt. Ace Anderson: He landed pretty awkwardly there. Sadistic and Fierce begin unloading on each other with rights and lefts. Each competitor is throwing all that they have at one another. Sadistic now charges with a clothesline. Fierce has the same idea and both men collide in the center of the ring. Jerry Andrews: Both men are down on the mat now. Slowly they pull themselves up to their feet, both using the ropes. Fierce staggers over towards Sadistic and.... Jerry Andrews: Kick! Sadistic DDT! Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere! There's the cover! Majors tries to make it into the ring for the save, but he gets there just a split second too late, falling to the mat with a dive. ..1! ....2! ......3! Dan Fierce has been eliminated! Sadistic rolls off of Fierce and lies on the mat, breathing heavily. Ace Anderson: Sadistic has fought back from three-on-one odds and evened things up, but it has clearly taken a toll on him! Jerry Andrews: He's struggling to stand and... Wait... Majors is up! Rick Majors sees a worn out and beaten Sadistic struggling to get up from the mat and he takes advantage with a quick roll-up as Sadistic tries to get up! ..1! ....2! ......3! Jerry Andrews: He's done it! It's over! Sadistic has been eliminated! The crowd cheers! Ace Anderson: What a match! Here are your winners, the team of Rick Majors, Dan Fierce, Lantlas, Kelli Starr and N. Saniti! Majors slowly gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma! We've got two incredible matches coming up tonight, but before we get to our first match, let's take another trip down memory lane!

Ace Anderson: For this match, we head to 2016! It's a no holds barred match with a shot at the PCW World Title on the line. Mr. Showtime versus Murdoc!

Thursday August 11th, 2016 #1 Contendership for the PCW World Title No Holds Barred Singles Match "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs Murdoc Referee: Tyrone Little Jr. Little motions for the bell to start the match. Almost immediately, both men start raining punches down upon each other. After a few moments of the exchange, Murdoc gets the upper hand, driving Showtime to the corner, and walloping him with a series of punches, kicks, and chops that all but wilts the President in the corner. The Unclean Beast drives his shoulder into Wryght's guts, knocking the wind from his sails. Confident in his early advantage, Murdoc crosses to the opposite corner before charging in for a brutal spear... ...That misses! Showtime leapt to the top turnbuckle to avoid the impact, allowing Murdoc the grace of introducing himself to the corner post shoulder first. Wryght flips over Murdoc, rolling him up, but the ref only slaps the mat once before Murdoc asserts himself with a kick out that nearly sends the President on a campaign trail across the ring. Murdoc clambers to his feet, but gets sent right back to the mat with a lariat that would have turned a lesser man inside out. Showtime rolls out of the ring, reaching under the ring, producing the same lead pipe that Fierce laced the bouquet with at Return to Glory. He returns to the action, driving the weapon deep into Murdoc's soft (ish) belly, doubling him over. Showtime bounds off of the ropes, looking to use the pipe as added oomph to a clothesline, but Murdoc halts the move by wrapping his monstrous mitt amidst Michael's mouth. A chokeslam by the Mad Monster is quick to alter the direction of the match, and cause Wryght to drop the pipe. Murdoc snatches the weapon, considers it deeply, and tosses it out of the ring, but not before giving its owner a farewell belting with the item across the forehead. Showtime drops to all fours as Murdoc takes the opportunity to remove the turnbuckle covering with a single thrashing yank. He stands the President up, shoving his back against the exposed metal, and accentuating the pain with some accompanying chops across the chest. The Beast puts a boot deep into Showtime's solar plexus. He drapes him over a shoulder, and drops Wryght unceremoniously onto the turnbuckle, topping it off with a big boot. Showtime takes a step forward and falls to the mat like a cut tree. Murdoc goes for a cover, but Little only gives him a two count before the President kicks out. Murdoc stalks toward the ref in protest, but Little evacuates to the safety of the outside. Murdoc doesn't see Wryght amble to his feet. Showtime drop kicks the Beast into the corner with the uncovered turnbuckle chest first. Wryght wraps his arms around his opponent for a crossed arms back drop that puts the Monster on the back of his neck. Wryght scrambles to hook the leg... ..1! ....2! ......Thre-NO! Showtime slaps the mat in frustration. He sets himself crouched in the corner as he waits for the Beast to rise. He positions himself to his adversary's posterior as he gets his feet under him. The President charges in with a chop block to the left leg, dropping the Monster like a Trump campaign manager. Looking around frantically, Wryght locates the pipe and retrieves it, wailing on Murdoc's left knee. The Beast yelps in pain as Showtime uses the device to assist him as he locks in the Spotlight! Ace Anderson: This has got to be it! That monster HAS to give up now! Jerry Andrews: I don't think so, Ace! Murdoc is using his strength to make it to the ropes. Ace Anderson: Won't matter. This is a no holds barred match. Jerry Andrews: Unless Murdoc does that... Murdoc uses the rope to pull himself up and power out of the move, mailing the President across the ring. Murdoc limps around a bit on the damaged joint as an unbelieving Wryght looks on. Showtime charges in, but Murdoc halts his advance with a fireball that blinds the President. Wryght clutches at his eyes in agony as his foe stalks around him, giving him the gift of a size 16 boot, again and again. He crosses to the opposite side, lying in wait and Wryght gets to all fours, still wiping at his singed eyes. Murdoc hits with a punt that would even make Dan Marino believe in both God and laces out. Murdoc drops for a pin attempt. ..1! ....2! Thr-NO! Now Murdoc gets aggravated by the absent third slap. Murdoc grabs the ref around the throat, but Little admonishes him, reminding him that it is still an offense that could rid him of his title aspirations. Murdoc spins to find that Showtime rolled out of the ring for a bit of respite. Relentless, the Beast pursues his quarry as the President fumbles around the ring, still apparently slightly blinded. Showtime cowers against the steel steps as the Monster approaches. Murdoc inhales deeply, letting loose another fireball! NO! This one is blocked by Showtime's ready reflexes and staged fire extinguisher by the steps. Wryght sprays Murdoc heavily with the suffocating foam before clocking him with the implement across the forehead. Showtime empties the container, smacking the Beast with the canister, and screaming obscenities between assaults. Showtime yanks Murdoc to his feet and rolls him into the ring. For good measure, Wryght drives the weapon into the left knee a few time before discarding it. He grapevines the legs. Jerry Andrews: He's going for another Spotlight! Ace Anderson: Dammit! No! Murdoc escaped before he could lock it in! Now it's Murdoc's turn for some much needed space as he leaves the ring to shake off the effects of the chemicals. However, the President doesn't feel very charitable, stalking his foe outside. A well-timed chop block drops the Monster back to the floor. Showtime collects the top tier of the stairs, struggling as he heaves them above his head with malicious intent in his eyes. Murdoc stammers upright on spaghetti legs as Wryght tries to drive the steel onto Murdoc's cranium, but the Beast blocks the move. Both men struggle for position with the furniture until Murdoc lunges forward, driving the crease of the steps onto Showtime's brow. Both he and the steps collapse to the ground with a metallic thud. Murdoc wastes no time, gathering his prey from the mat and hoisting him into the ring. He pulls the President to his feet, spins himself around and lamb bastes him with a doubled up fist. Jerry Andrews: Temporary Oblivion! Ace Anderson: No! It can't end this way! Little slides into position. ..1! ....2! ......3! Jerry Andrews: Murdoc has done it! He's the number one contender! Winner, and new number one contender for the PCW World Championship: Murdoc via pinfall Little goes to raise Murdoc's hand, but the Monster yanks it from his grasp with a threatening stare. Suddenly, as he's celebrating with his hands held high, a substance begins to rain on the ring. Little assists Showtime to the back, leaving a puzzled Murdoc wondering over the unusual precipitation. Ace Anderson: Is that glitter? Jerry Andrews: I believe it is. A still of Dan Fierce standing face to face with Murdoc flashes on the PCW-Tron. "You're not going to rid of me quite that easily, you oversized heavy metal gorilla." Another still of Dan Fierce getting the better of the man-monster in the middle of the ring as the ref hits the three count on one of their fate-filled matches pop up. "We have some unfinished business. And we have something in common, you and I." Yet another still of Fierce holding his own against the Unclean Beast at Return to Glory comes into view. "You like fire, and I'm a flamer. The funny thing about glitter. It can be made from nearly anything. Magnesium, for instance." Murdoc sees a flash, causing him to flee the ring just as all of the glitter raining down bursts into a pyrotechnic cloud. Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! The whole ring is on fire! "I'll be back when you least expect me, and when I do, I'm bringing all of hell with me!" As firemen and women rush the ring to douse the flames, Murdoc watches, a slight bit of laughter erupting from his gut. Ace Anderson: Murdoc's laughing. I think I want to go home now.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to our special Ten Years of Trauma event! I'm Jerry Andrews, alongside Ace Anderson as usual and we've been looking back at some of the greatest matches to happen on Trauma in the last ten years.

Ace Anderson: And it's been so great, hasn't it? I've really enjoyed seeing all these great contests again!

Jerry Andrews: Me too, Ace. Coming up next, we're going to go back to the Trauma 7th Anniversary show for a brutal cage match. Check it out!

Thursday, January 18th, 2018 Tornado Tag Team Elimination Match Inside an Enclosed Steel Cage Kyle Shane (World ©) & Brenna Gordon vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) & Johnny Matthews vs Seromine & Gabriel Referee: Ed Lane As the six competitors wait for the bell, Seromine’s Followers circle the cage, ominously staring at everyone in the ring. Ace Anderson: Get these guys away from us! The bell rings and all six competitors hesitate for a moment, wary of starting such a match due to all of the potential dangers that exist. The hesitation doesn’t last long however, as Kyle Shane charges at Seromine and Stormm rushes towards Gabriel. Brenna Gordon joins her partner and the two double-team Seromine while Stormm and Gabriel battle it out one-on-one. Jerry Andrews: Woah! Here we go! Ace Anderson: I love it already! Johnny Matthews stands alone for a moment, before smiling and turning his attention to Gabriel as well. Club V beats Gabriel down before throwing him into the corner. Meanwhile, Gordon and Shane take turns battling Seromine, who eventually falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Ace Anderson: Gabriel and Seromine have been split up and each of them is being double-teamed! Jerry Andrews: I doubt this strategy was planned, because I don’t think Club V and Kyle Shane are exactly hanging out backstage and strategizing, but it’s certainly very effective. Outside the ring, the Followers begin to climb the walls of the cage. They shake the cage as they climb, hoping to distract the competitors inside as they do. Jerry Andrews: Okay… I’m getting pretty freaked out. Michaels throws Gabriel into the corner once more, preventing him from escaping. Matthews and Michaels then stomp away at Gabriel, causing him to slump down in the corner. The Followers are now all at the top of the cage, looking down at the action. Ace Anderson: Those animal masks are creepy man…. Look at that shot, they’re just staring down with those masks…. Man… get them out of here! Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Seromine stands up, but he’s taken out by a suicide dive from Kyle Shane! Seromine goes crashing backwards into the cage! Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane putting it all on the line to hurt Seromine there! With Shane and Seromine both down, Brenna Gordon leaves the ring, reaches under it, and pulls out a table. The crowd cheers as she sets it up at ringside. Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, pulling Seromine up with him. He sets him up and with Brenna’s help…. Jerry Andrews: DOUBLE TEAM POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd explodes as Seromine lays motionless under the jagged pieces of table. Ace Anderson: We’re starting things off HOT tonight! Yes! Inside the ring, Michaels and Matthews pull Gabriel out of the corner, only for Stormm to hit him with a Russian leg sweep. Matthews follows up with an elbow drop. Then Stormm hits one. Then Matthews. Michaels. Mathews. Michaels. Matthews. Michaels. Matthews. Michaels. Ace Anderson: Gabriel is being tenderized here by Club V! Brenna Gordon pulls Seromine up and she rolls him into the ring, Kyle Shane following. They pull Seromine up from the mat, and set him up for a double suplex, but he blocks the move. He then elbows Shane in the head, breaks free, and jabs his thumb into Brenna Gordon’s eye. She staggers backwards, temporarily blinded. Seromine runs at Shane and clotheslines him, but the force of the move sends both competitors over the top rope and down to the floor! Jerry Andrews: Back to the outside! In the ring, Johnny Matthews takes a break from humiliating Gabriel to slug Brenna Gordon in the back of the head as she staggers by him. She quickly turns around and responds with a stiff right hand of her own. Ace Anderson: Matthews and Gordon are trading blows now! While Matthews Gordon battle it out on one side of the ring, Stormm pulls up Gabriel, slams him into the mat, and stomps away. Michaels then pulls up Gabriel once more and throws him back into the corner. He slugs away on Gabriel repeatedly while Gabriel falls down to mat. Matthews and Gordon continue to battle it out. Matthews eventually gets the upper hand, clotheslining core down to the mat. He then pulls her, up sets her up, and drops her down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Jerry Andrews: Nice move by Matthews! On the outside of the ring, Kyle Shane and Seromine are slugging it out as well. Shane gets the upper hand, ducking under a clothesline and dropping his opponent with a Pele kick. Shane Pulls Seromine up only for Seromine to slug him in the side of the head with an elbow. Seromine then drops Kyle Shane with a big chop to the chest. Inside the ring, Michaels pulls Gabriel up once more only to send him back down to the mat with a vicious DDT. Gabriel pulls himself up using the ropes, takes a step, and falls to the mat again. He then rolls under the bottom rope and lands on the floor with a thud. Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is just being beaten senseless by Stormm! Gabriel slowly tries to stand up, but he stagers forward and falls down once again. He remains motionless on the floor. Michaels now turns his attention to Brenna Gordon who is exchanging offensive moves with Johnny Matthews. The two members of Club V double team Gordon hitting her with a series of strikes and dropping her down to the mat. They then pull her up, throw her off the ropes and go for a double clothesline. She ducks under the move, rebounds off the ropes, and hits both members of Club V with a flying crossbody. Ace Anderson: Nice work by Brenna Gordon there, battling both members of Club V! Gordon then stands up and pulls Matthews up with her. She sets Matthews up for a German suplex, but he blocks the move and breaks free. He then hits a backhand chop, followed by a enziguri, taking her down. Gordon crawls over to the corner but she's kicked in the head by Michaels. Michaels and Matthews then hold Gordon up. Matthews grabs her and delivers a Bartender’s Special suplex! He then waits for her to get back to her feet. Michaels jumps in now hitting a Flash Flood! Gordon is down. Matthews pulls her up, set her up, and hits a Lonestar Stunner! He then goes for a cover, Michaels jumping on his back to add extra weight to the pinfall. 1! 2! 3!!! “Brenda Gordon has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon is out of this match! Ace Anderson: That’s really bad news for our World Champion. On the outside of the ring, Shane and Seromine continue battling it out. Both men hit offensive moves, but neither can gain the upper hand. That all stops when Kyle Shane grabs Seromine by the back of the head, slams him into the side of the cage, and then hits him with an elbow drop as he is on the floor. Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is on his own now. He’ll have to be incredibly resilient to make it through this match. Ace Anderson: He’s standing toe-to-toe with Seromine right now, but this night is going to be an uphill battle for him. Inside the ring, Club V is celebrating their pinfall. They play to the crowd for a moment, then hurl some insults at the Followers who are still on top of the cage, before turning their attention back to Gabriel who is outside the ring. Gabriel has finally gotten to his feet, but he only manages to stay that way for a few moments before stumbling and falling down to the floor again. Jerry Andrews: Gabriel looks to be completely out of it. Matthews and Michaels roll out of the ring. Mathews approaches Gabriel from one side and Michaels approaches him from the other. Gabriel slowly crawls back to a standing position, using the ring apron to hold himself up. He takes a few shaky steps forward, but then is dropped back down by a vicious clothesline from Stormm. Stormm pulls Gabriel up again and Irish whips him into the side of the cage. Gabriel hits with a hard crash. Ace Anderson: Gabriel didn't get his arms up at all there. He hit that cage head first. Jerry Andrews: Club V is certainly putting on a show here tonight so far! On the other side of the ring, Shane pulls Seromine up. Seromine's face is covered in blood, having been cut by the steel cage. Seromine hits him with an elbow to the stomach, breaking free and stunning Shane. Seromine then gets to his feet, sets Kyle Shane up, and hits a snap suplex. Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Shane are just brutalizing one another outside the ring. Now it is Seromine's to slam Kyle Shane face-first into the cage. Seromine then pulls Shane up, set him up, and delivers a jump corkscrew roundhouse kick to Shane’s head, dropping him to the floor. With Shane temporarily down, Seromine reaches under the ring and pulled out a steel chair. He waits for Shane to get to his feet, and then swings the chair at hard as he can. Shane ducks the attempted assault at the last second, and the chair crashes into the cage. Shane takes advantage of this moment to hit Seromine with a Shoryuken! On the other side of the Ring, Gabriel remains lifeless on the floor. Matthews and Michaels take a few seconds to talk some more trash to the Followers who are still on top of the cage. Jerry Andrews: The fact that they’re up there is so creepy. Ace Anderson: Can’t somebody get them down!? Jerry Andrews: Do you want to go talk to them? Ace Anderson: Hell no! Gabriel slowly starts to pull himself up using the cage. His face is also covered in blood. Michaels doesn't give Gabriel the chance to get up, taking his knees out from under him with a chop block. Now Gabriel gets to his feet, but only because Stormm pulls him up. Stormm hits him with a big right hand. Gabriel stumbles backwards and falls to the floor. Gabriel manages to stand up after the attack this time, only to take one step backwards and then fall face-first to the floor. Ace Anderson: Gabriel is really in a bad way here. He's basically out on his feet. Jerry Andrews: And he hasn't been on his feet very much. On the other side of the ring, Kyle Shane stomps on Seromine and reaches down to pull him up. Seromine suddenly surprises him with a chin breaker. Seromine then hits a big European uppercut. He then picks up the steel chair from earlier, and drives chair into Shane's spine. Again. Again. Again. Jerry Andrews: Oh man! Just brutal! Meanwhile, Gabriel tries to crawl under the ring, possibly for a weapon, and possibly to look for shelter, but Club V stops him. They pull him to his feet, set him up, and hit him with a double suplex that sends him crashing into the cage. They then let him go, allowing him to drop head first to the floor. He remains on the floor propped up against the cage in a heap. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! That could have broken his neck! Michaels pulls him up once again and drops him with a right hand. Gabriel appears to be knocked out. Before Club V can do any more damage, Seromine comes running around the ring with the chair. Ace Anderson: It looks like Seromine is going to have to bail out Gabriel here! Seromine cracks Stormm in the back of the chair, sending him down to the floor. Matthews charges at Seromine, who swings the chair. Matthews ducks the chair shot, and he hits Seromine with a spear. The force of the move sends Seromine crashing into the cage. Stormm then gets back to his feet and he attacks Seromine. After a brief double team b Club V, Michaels rolls Seromine into the ring, where’s he’s attacked by Kyle Shane! Jerry Andrews: Where did Kyle Shane come from!? Ace Anderson: Well, you see, many years ago, a man and a woman… Jerry Andrews: Just stop. Stop right now. Stop. Shane pulls Seromine up, hits him with a dropkick, and then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Shane turns around, and he’s hit right in the head by a big right hand from Matthews. Matthews then pulls Shane up, sets him up, and delivers a big elbow to the side of his head. On the outside, Michaels reaches under the ring and he grabs a steel chair. He then waits for Gabriel to get up. It takes a while. Slowly, using the cage to pull himself up, Gabriel gets to his feet. And he’s cracked right in the head with the chair! Ace Anderson: My God Gabriel is barely conscious after this beating! Gabriel staggers around while Michaels winds up and connects with another chair shot. Gabriel bounces off of the cage and stumbles forward. Stormm drills him with the chair once again, sending him back into the cage. Jerry Andrews: The only reason he’s still on his feet is because of that cage. Justin Michaels swings again and he destroys Gabriel – and the chair – with another brutal chair shot. Gabriel falls forward with a thud. Stormm pulls Gabriel up and he hits him with a right hand. Gabriel falls down, gets back up, takes a step back, and falls down again, into the cage. Ace Anderson: Gabriel is knocked loopy! Jerry Andrews: I think Stormm is enjoying this. Michaels then pulls Gabriel up. He gets behind him, uses his right arm to grab Gabriel's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Gabriel's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Gabriel's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Gabriel's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Gabriel's face as well. Jerry Andrews: The Eye of the Stormm! This is how Justin Michaels won the North American Title! Ace Anderson: But Gabriel can’t submit outside the ring! Stormm is just doing this to hurt Gabriel! Inside the ring, Matthews hits Shane with a running twisting elbow drop bulldog. Crowd: HELL BOW! Johnny stands up, but he’s dropped by a clothesline from Seromine. On the outside, Stormm still has Gabriel locked in the submission hold. Seromine sees this and he tries to leave the ring to break up the hold, but Johnny Matthews attacks him before he can. Matthews now sets up Seromine for a suplex, but Seromine breaks free. He hits a short-armed clothesline and follows it up with…. Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!! 1! 2! 3! “Johnny Matthews has been eliminated!” Ace Anderson: Wow! Kyle Shane is on Seromine as soon as the fall is counted. He unloads with a series of forearm shots to the back of the head. On the outside, Stormm has finally released Gabriel from the submission hold. He rolls his beaten opponent into the ring. Michaels walks up the steps and enters the ring himself, but he’s immediately attacked by Kyle Shane! Jerry Andrews: Shane and Michaels are both without their partners now! They’d be wise to team up at least temporarily against Seromine and Gabriel! Ace Anderson: Haha. Yeah, right! Michaels fights back and the two start slugging away on each other. Jerry Andrews: I get that Stormm and Shane don’t like one another, but Seromine and Gabriel are getting a good opportunity to rest right now. Ace Anderson: And Justin Michaels and Kyle Shane do not care. They’re going to wail on one another! Shane eventually gets the upper hand and he clotheslines Stormm over the ropes to the outside. Shane follows him out. He then reaches under the ring for a table! The crowd pops as Shane sets up the table. But Michaels recovers and he slugs Shane in the back with a big forearm. Michaels then sets Shane up and he hits a belly-to-back suplex. He pulls Shane up again and then rolls him into the ring. Before Stormm can get into the ring, he’s hit with a baseball slide from Seromine! Stormm slams into the cage. Seromine slugs him, dropping him to the floor. Kyle Shane then drops Seromine with a flying forearm! He then pulls him up and throws him into the steel steps. Shane then turns his attention back to Stormm. Ace Anderson: You can feel the hatred between these competitors right now. Michaels blocks a punch and drops Shane with a big right hand. He pulls Shane up and rolls him into the ring. He’s about to follow up when he’s hit with a low blow from Gabriel! Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is still conscious!? Ace Anderson: I guess so. He managed to hit Stormm with that low blow from the floor. Jerry Andrews: I guess Gabriel did get a good opportunity to rest for a while and perhaps recover a little bit. Stormm staggers and he leans on the table that has been set up at ringside while he catches his breath. Gabriel uses the table to stand up as well. He then climbs up onto the table and pulls Stormm up! He then sets him up for a pilediver! Jerry Andrews: No no! Nononononononono! Ace Anderson: WAIT! Just as Gabriel lifts Michaels up for the move, Kyle Shane comes flying off of the top turnbuckle! He spikes Stormm down as Gabriel drops him through the table! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane just drove Justin Michaels’ head through that table! Ace Anderson: Did Kyle Shane and Gabriel just work together!? Jerry Andrews: I don’t think they did willingly! Shane stands up as Gabriel is trying to pull himself up using the ring apron. Just as Gabriel gets to his feet, Shane hits him with a HUGE VATS!!! Jerry Andrews: My God! Gabriel HAS TO be knocked out now! Shane turns around, and he’s tackled down to the floor by Seromine. Seromine nrolls Shane into the ring. Before he follows him in, Seromine reaches under the ring and he pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring. He then grabs a chair and slides it in as well. He then reaches under one more time and returns with a trash can. Ace Anderson: Seromine loading up on the hardware now! Seromine now slides into the ring, but Shane has the chair and he cracks Seromine across the back with it. He then pulls him up, sets him up, and delivers a Nocturne of Shadows onto the chair! Seromine is hurt, but he manages to roll out of the ring. Jerry Andrews: Seromine with great presence of mind there. He rolled out of the ring to safety. Ace Anderson: I’d put the word ‘safety’ in quotes. No one is safe in here. Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has been fighting his hardest in this match, but he’s been in the ring a very long time without a partner. You have to think that he doesn’t have much left. Ace Anderson: He’s certainly got to be running on fumes right now. On the outside of the ring, Stormm slowly pulls himself off of the wreckage of the table. He’s immediately attacked by Seromine who has gotten back up. The two begin exchanging right and left hands when…. Jerry Andrews: LOOK OUT! Kyle Shane comes flying over the ropes and he hits both men with a crossbody! Ace Anderson: My God! All three competitors fall into the cage with a crash. Shane is the first one to stand up, but he’s limping as he does. He pulls Seromine up and throws him into the cage. Stormm gets up and he slugs Shane in the head. Stormm then rolls Shane into the ring. He follows Shane in. As Stormm approaches Shane…. Jerry Andrews: VATS!!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Ace Anderson: The cover! 1! 2! 3! “Justin Michaels has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane with a big elimination there! Ace Anderson: But now he has to face Gabriel and Seromine all by himself. Outside the ring, Seromine is up and he slowly pulls Gabriel to his feet as well. Jerry Andrews: Gabriel still looks very out of it though. Ace Anderson: Shane will have to hope so. Seromine slides into the ring as Gabriel tries to gather himself. Gabriel stumbles and falls to one knee, holding on the apron for support. The World Champion and the former World Champion stand face-to-face. Kyle Shane makes the first move, take a step forward. Seromine does the same. They both edge to the centre of the ring before getting into one another’s face. The crowd raises the volume in anticipation of the situation exploding once again. They don’t have to wait long. Shane swings and hands a haymaker on Seromine, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each other in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Finally, Seromine forces Shane against the ropes. Jerry Andrews: These two men are such incredible competitors and they’re so evenly matched! Ace Anderson: No wonder their most recent battle won “Best Match” at the Iceys! Seromine whips Shane across the ring and Shane returns to hit Seromine with a flying forearm to the face! Seromine is floored but gets back to his feet almost as quickly as he went down. Kyle jumps to his feet and turns to be hit with a back elbow to the nose. Kyle stumbles backwards, dazed by the shot and rebounds off the ropes. Seromine comes forward and hits an uppercut. Kyle is momentarily lifted off his feet but lands back against the ropes. Jerry Andrews: What a battle between these two! Seromine comes forward but Kyle strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Seromine into the center of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Seromine into the ropes. Seromine returns and swings a clothesline. Kyle sees it coming and ducks. Seromine continues charging across the ring. Kyle turns and goes for a standing dropkick. However, Seromine catches his feet right in front of his face and holds his legs in mid air. With Kyle dangling down, Seromine takes each foot in each hand and bend Shane’s leg, turning it into a Boston crab. Jerry Andrews: Boston crab applied on Kyle Shane. Kyle struggles but manages to claw his way to the ropes. He clutches the ropes but Seromine holds on. Ace Anderson: Submissions don’t count if you’re in the ropes, but there are no disqualifications in this match so Seromine doesn’t technically have to let go! Seromine keeps Shane locked in the hold for a while, but then he turns and grabs Kyle by the feet. Pulls him away from the ropes, but Shane kicks him right in the face. Ace Anderson: Ouch! That’s one way to break free! Shane gets up, and he pulls Seromine up, hitting him with a scoop slam. He drops an elbow, but Seromine dodges it. Seromine gets up and he picks up the trash can! He charges at Shane with it, but Shane hits the can with a big drop kick, sending it right into Seromine’s face! Ace Anderson: Seromine is going to need some dental work after that! Jerry Andrews: Quick action here despite the length of this match! That’s impressive! Kyle gets to his feet and he stomps away at Seromine violently. Shane then backs into the corner to catch his breath. Seromine slowly stands up. Seromine turns and is clobbered by a flying body attack! Jerry Andrews: Wow! Another a high-risk move from Kyle Shane! Ace Anderson: He’s pulling out all the stops tonight! Jerry Andrews: How much more can he possibly have in him!? The attack sends Seromine falling through the ropes to the outside. Shane follows and he pulls Seromine to his feet. He then rolls him into the ring. He’s about to follow him in when Gabriel reaches up and grabs his foot! Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is still in this! Shane kicks free. He turns, and Gabriel manages to hit him with a right hand. Shane fires back. He then grabs Gabriel by the back of the head. Suddenly Seromine slides under the ropes, hitting Shane with a double boot to the face. Seromine and Gabriel both grab Shane and then slam him head-first into the apron. They then toss him into the ring. Ace Anderson: This is bad news for Kyle Shane if both Gabriel and Seromine are up and after him. Some of the Followers have climbed down from the top of the cage now and they’re standing around the outside, taunting Shane by shaking the cage vicious. Ace Anderson: Okay, seriously, get those guys out of here. They’re REALLY creeping me out. Shane stands up and he meets Seromine head on, dropping him with a clothesline. Gabriel runs at him, but Shane drops him as well! Shane now picks up Gabriel and he throws him into the corner. Gabriel hits hard and falls to the mat. Shane goes for a cover: 1! 2! Seromine breaks it up! He pulls Shane to his feet and slugs him, sending him back into the corner. Gabriel slowly stands up and the two stomp away on Kyle Shane. Seromine the pulls him out of the corner and drops him with a suplex. Gabriel takes a step back, and he picks up the table from the mat. He sets it up in the corner and waits for Shane to get up. When he does, Gabriel runs at him. Shane dodges out of the way and Gabriel collides with Seromine! Seromine is knocked through the table! Shane quickly rolls Gabriel up! 1! 2! 3! “Gabriel has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: Woah! We’re down to two! Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has done it! He’s battled his way back! Jerry Andrews: Big miscommunication there by Gabriel, who may still be feeling the effects of those shots to the head he took earlier! Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, but he’s attacked from behind by Gabriel! Gabriel knocks him down and begins to stomp away on him. Seromine slowly gets up and the two continue to brutalize the World Champion. Jerry Andrews: Come on! Gabriel is out of this match! Get him out of the ring! Finally, a collection of referees and security guards manage to grab Gabriel and drag him from the ring. Ace Anderson: Gabriel is outside of the cage now put the damage has been done. Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is hurt. Seromine smiles as he looks down at Shane. "Before I put you down, sinner, I'm going to pray for your soul!" With that, Seromine backs into the corner and bows his head. He then recites the Lord’s Prayer loudly. When he looks up, Kyle Shane is back up on his feet! Shane unleashes VATS, but Seromine somehow dodges it! He then spins him around and hits him with a short-arm clothesline! Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!! Ace Anderson: The cover! 1! 2! 3!!! "Kyle Shane has been eliminated! The winners of this match: Seromine and Gabriel!" Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over! Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane put up a great fight, but he couldn’t overcome the odds and Seromine is the winner of this match! Winners: Seromine and Gabriel [Seromine is the sole survivor] Seromine looks out at the Followers who are now all surrounding the cage. He nods at them and then…. suddenly the lights go out. Jerry Andrews: What is happening here!? After several moments of darkness, there is a big explosion of purple smoke inside the ring! As the smoke settles from the flash, standing in the right, directly behind Seromine….. is NATHAN SANITI! Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!! Jerry Andrews: NATHAN SANTI IS HERE! Seromine turns around and he’s suddenly taken down by the Magician! As the Followers rattle the cage in desperation, as Saniti unloads on Seromine! He then pulls him up…. Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check!!!!!!!!! Nathan smiles a wicked smile and then, suddenly, another flash of light and a huge plume of smoke! As the smoke clears, Saniti is… gone! Ace Anderson: What!? Where did he go!?

[PCW Staff]

As Trauma returns from commercial, the competitors for our first match of the evening are already in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back everyone to what promises to be an absolute brawl!

Ace Anderson: Five competitors in an elimination match! There can only be one winner!

Elimination Match

Grimm vs Gerard Angelo vs Holden Ross vs Texas Tim vs Razor Blade  

Referee: Eric Russo

DING
DING
DING

The bell rings and, immediately, Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo team up. They make a beeline for Grimm, hitting him with a double clothesline that knocks him down to the mat. The two men then start to stomp away on him as he's down on the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: And Grimm being doubled teamed right off the bat here!

Ace Anderson: Smart move! Grimm's a threat in any match he's in, so it makes sense for Holden and Gerard to use their numbers advantage right away to try and take him out!

Grimm rolls under the bottom rope to escape the assault. Angelo heads outside after him as Holden Ross remains in the ring, shouting out a mix of obscenities and advice. Suddenly...

Jerry Andrews: Woah woah woah!

Ace Anderson: What the hell!?

Texas Tim rolls Holden Ross up from behind!

1....
2....
3!!!!

Ace Anderson: NO WAY! NO WAY!

"Holden Ross as been eliminated!"

The crowd cheers as Holden Ross stands up, irate. He starts to scream at the referee before he turns his attention to Tim, who high fives Razor Blade in celebration.

Jerry Andrews: We've seen Texas Tim and Razor Blade both on the same side and facing off against one another recently, but it looks like tonight they're on the same page...

Ace Anderson: Yeah, for now.

Suddenly, Holden Ross charges at both men, hitting them with a double clothesline. He pulls Texas Tim up and hits him with Bastardized! Tim rolls out of the ring and hits the floor with a thud, managing to escape further attacks. Razor Blade isn't so lucky. Holden scoops him up and hits Bastardized as well. He then pulls him up again... Sins of the Father!

Jerry Andrews: He's been eliminated! Get him out of here!

Ace Anderson: Do you want to be the one to get in the ring and tell him to leave!?

Holden is about to continue his attack on Razor, but suddenly PCW referees and security team members rush the ring. It takes them quite some time, but they manage to get Ross out of there. On the outside of the ring, Angelo slams Grimm into the ringside barrier face first. He then enters the ring, just as Razor Blade is struggling to get to his feet.

Ace Anderson: ONE HIT WONDER!!!

Angelo pulls Razor up now... Hollywood Ending!!!

He goes for a cover:
1....
2....
3!!!

"Razor Blade has been eliminated!"

The crowd boos angrily.

Jerry Andrews: That's not right! Holden Ross was eliminated from this match and he continued to assault Razor Blade, basically handing him over to Gerard Angelo on a silver platter.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, don't these two just work so well together.

As Angelo stands up, Texas Tim is back on his feet and he returns to the ring. Angelo and Tim tentatively circle each other before locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Each man jockeys for the advantage but Angelo is the one to gain control with a side headlock. He cranks it in tighter while running his mouth about Texas Tim.

Ace Anderson: The only thing worse than someone getting the upper hand is if they get the upper hand while talking trash about you. I love this guy!

Tim responds by standing up, lifting Angelo, before falling back and delivering a backdrop, thus breaking the headlock. Both men scramble to their feet but it is Angelo who is sent to the mat courtesy of a hard lariat by Tim. He gets up, and hits another lariat! Tim now pulls Gerard Angelo up and he backs him into the corner. Texas Tim unloads with several shots, then takes a few steps backwards before running in at Angelo.

Jerry Andrews: Nobody home!

Tim goes for a splash, but Angelo gets out of the way. He then hits a spinebuster as Tim staggers out of the corner. Angelo stands up... and he finds himself standing face-to-face with Grimm! The two resume their battle, going at it with rights and lefts back and forth.

Ace Anderson: These two guys certainly do not like one another! The rivalry between the two of them lasted through nearly all of 2020 and it's continued into 2021!

Suddenly Grimm lunges forward with a knee, only for Angelo to raise his own and block the strike! Acting quickly, Angelo reaches around and grabs the inside of Grimm's knee, pulling his free leg out from under him and sending Grimm toppling to the mat. Gerard hooks Grimm's leg under his arm and scrambles to grab ahold of his other, before falling back and LAUNCHING Grimm back up and into the corner!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo coming on strong after deflecting that shot from Grimm!

Ace Anderson: I love when these two fight.

Grimm hits the corner chest-first and bounces off it, holding at his ribs and staggering out of the corner as Angelo rolls onto his back, quickly getting in position and catching Grimm with a drop toe hold! Grimm topples to the mat once again. Angelo goes for a leg drop, but Grimm avoids it. Both men stand up and Grimm clotheslines Angelo, taking him down. Grimm pulls him up, but Texas Tim attacks both of them!

Ace Anderson: I feel like Tim should have let the two of them go at it and destroy one another....

Tim hammers away on Grimm's back with strong elbow strikes. He then throws Grimm into the corner and runs in at him. Grimm gets his boots up and kicks Tim right in the face. Grimm now clotheslines Tim down to the mat. As Texas Tim stands up, Grimm kicks him in the stomach and then hits a DDT. Grimm with a cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: No! Texas Tim kicks out!

Grimm gets to his feet and he's immediately grabbed by Angelo!

Ace Anderson: DIRECTOR'S CUT!

Angelo with a cover:

1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Grimm powers out right before three!

Angelo pulls Grimm up. Grimm slugs him with a hard right hand. He then leaps up and hits a missile dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: Beautiful dropkick!

Ace Anderson: He almost took Angelo's head off! And you need your head to live!

Texas Tim hits Grimm as he stands up. Grimm now blocks a right hand and sets Tim up...

Jerry Andrews: Foddershock!!!

As Grimm gets to his feet...

Ace Anderson: One Hit Wonder by Angelo!

Gerard Angelo quickly sees Texas Tim struggling to get to his feet. He turns and pulls him up...

Ace Anderson: And now the Hollywood Ending!

Gerard Angelo with a cover:

1....
2....
3!!!

"Texas Tim has been eliminated!"

The two remaining competitors get to their feet, never breaking eye contact with one another.

Jerry Andrews: And then there were two!

The two men circle for a moment, simultaneously sizing one another up and catching their breath before the final battle. Then finally lock up. Grimm gets the upperhand and he backs Angelo into the corner. The referee calls for a break and he gets one. They lock up again and Grimm drives his knee into Angelo's stomach. He then swings at him with a right hand, but Angelo dodges and responds

Jerry Andrews: Dropkick to the back and Grimm is sent stumbling for the ropes!

Ace Anderson: Stay on him Gerry!

Grimm stumbles into the ropes chest first, using them for support and gingerly lifting himself off of them, turning around and quickly ducking under Gerard's oncoming clothesline, getting him in a rear waistlock and lifting him up for a German Suplex! Grimm keeps the hold locked in, rolling to his feet with Gerard and going for another, but Gerard manages to bring his arms back enough to grab Grimm by the head and bend forward, flipping Grimm over him!

Jerry Andrews: What a move!

Ace Anderson: Gerard just flipped him like a damn burger!!

Grimm hits the mat on his back rather hard, rolling away quickly and stumbling to his feet. Gerard lunges forward, catching Grimm in a sleeperhold from behind, but Grimm manages to slip free in an instant and twist himself around on the mat, attempting to sweep Gerard's legs out from under him! Gerard leaps into the air however, twisting around a little and sticking out his elbow for a leaping elbow drop, but Grimm rolls out of the way! Gerard hits the mat and rolls to the side, clutching at his elbow as Grimm stands.

Jerry Andrews: And HERE is Grimm's chance to turn things around! He manages to out-maneuver Angelo on that one, and has him down on the mat!

Grimm charges for Gerard, hitting a STIFF clothesline and sending him falling straight back onto the mat! Grimm drops next to him, locking him in a grounded side headlock, but Angelo manages to squirm to the ropes! Grimm makes the break after a couple of moments, before standing and grabbing ahold of his opponent's foot, attempting to drag him away from the ropes only to catch a kick square in the jaw from Angelo's free leg! Grimm falls back as Angelo staggers to his feet, turning and spearing Grimm right off his feet just as he just managed to get back up!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT a spear! Gerard Angelo is NOT letting up on Grimm here tonight!!

Ace Anderson: This is incredible! I hope these two fight forever!

Gerard Angelo quickly grabs ahold of Grimm's arm, locking his forearm under his arm and rolling Grimm onto his back, placing his palm between Grimm's shoulderblades and torquing back and a little to the side on his arm! Grimm reaches his free arm out for the ropes and just barely getting ahold of the bottom rope! Angelo makes the break, standing and lifting Grimm up to his feet, only to catch a Grimm elbow to the face!

Ace Anderson: Grimm fights back!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm will certainly not put up with getting thrown around all night!

Gerard stumbles back, holding at his head as Grimm turns and charges forward, only for Angelo to hit a clothesline! However, Grimm manages to hook his arm around Gerard's head just as the clothesline hits, steadying himself and hooking his leg around Angelo's, dropping back in a Reverse Russian Legsweep! The crowd can't help but pop for the sudden reversal, as Grimm rolls to his hands and knees to take a breather.

Jerry Andrews: Move for move, counter for counter... these two are so evenly matched!

Grimm looks over at the downed Angelo, who is slowly beginning to pull himself back up to his feet. Grimm stands and quickly runs for Gerard, sliding to his side just as he reaches his knees and hooking his arm up between Gerard's legs, pulling him into a school boy!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! Grimm with a unique schoolboy setup there, and the ref drops for the count!

1...
2...
Kickout!!

Ace Anderson: Gerard quick to break out of that one, but Grimm has definitely turned the tide in his favor!

Gerard manages to break free just as the ref's hand hit the mat for the two, rolling away as Grimm scrambles to his feet, charging for the ropes and using the rebound to barrel towards Angelo with a clothesline...only to catch a hard boot to the gut! Gerard applies a quick standing headscissors with Grimm doubled over, before Angelo manages to somehow lift his opponent up onto his shoulders and fall forward with him, driving him to the mat with a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: POWERBOMB!!

Ace Anderson: Boom! Angelo is close finishing this match off!!

Gerard falls back, pushing himself away from Grimm using his legs and rubbing at his shoulder in pain. Grimm rolls onto his stomach, dazed, as Angelo grabs the ropes and helps himself to his feet. He watches as Grimm slowly gets to his feet, also pulling himself up by the ropes. Grimm reaches a standing position, turns around...

Ace Anderson: WHAM!

A One Hit Wonder right to the chin! Grimm falls backwards, over the ropes and to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Grimm is out cold! What a kick!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but now Angelo has to get him into the ring if he wants to win this match!

Gerard Angelo slowly rolls under the bottom rope and he pulls Grimm up. Slumping him onto the ring apron, he takes a moment to catch his breath before shoving his opponent into the ring. He goes for a cover now:

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: No! Grimm kicked out at the last possible moment!

Ace Anderson: Are you sure?

Jerry Andrews: That's what Eric Russo is signaling! It's a two-count only!

Angelo rolls off of his opponent and stands up. He pulls Grimm to his feet... BOOM! Grimm hits him with a headbutt! And another! And another!

Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Grimm is still in this!

Angelo staggers backwards and falls into the corner. Grimm grabs him now....

Ace Anderson: Looking for The Harvest!

Jerry Andrews: No! Angelo shoves him away!

He scoops him up onto his shoulder looking for the Hollywood Ending! No! Grimm falls off and down to the mat. He grabs Angelo now....

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!

And the cover:
1....
2....
3!!!!

Both men remain on the mat, breathless, as the bell is rung. Slowly Grimm manages to get to the ropes and he pulls himself up in time to hear the official announcement.

"The winner of this match: GRIMM!!!!"

[PCW Staff]

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and while we cool down from that explosive match we just watched live, let's go back and take a look at some other great Trauma matches from the last ten years!

Thursday, April 12th, 2018 No Countouts, No Disqualifications Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship Justin "Stormm" Michaels (©) vs Tyler Scott Referee: Ed Lane The two men begin basically where they left off in their last match, battering one another with stiff rights and lefts. Jerry Andrews: These two guys are already brutalizing each other! Ace Anderson: I didn’t expect anything less! Look what they did to each other at Mass Destruction! Tyler Scott manages to get the advantage, and he backs Stormm into the corner following a series of strong shots. He goes to Irish whip Stormm out, but Justin Michaels blocks the move and fires back with a big right forearm shot that sends Scott staggering. Stormm than bursts out of the corner and he bowls over Scott with a clothesline. Jerry Andrews: What a shot! The North American champion walks over to his opponent and he pulls him up to his feet. Tyler Scott hits Michaels with a big elbow to the head. He then follows up with knife edge chop that sends Stormm back into the corner. Scott hits another chop, followed by a kick to the stomach that doubles Michaels over. He then pulls him out of the corner and delivers a snap suplex. Scott goes for the cover and Stormm kicks out at one. Tyler Scott pulls Michaels up, but Stormm hits him with a right hand. He then quickly grabs him and drives his knee into Scott’s face. Scott staggers backwards and Stormm clotheslines him down to the mat. Justin Michaels stands up and he begins to stomp away on Scott. Scott takes a few hard stomps before rolling to the outside to compose himself and catch his breath. Jerry Andrews: Remember, after what happened the last time, there are no count outs and no disqualifications in this match. Stormm slides under the bottom rope to pursue Scott, but Tyler Scott meets him with an elbow followed by a chinbreaker. Scott pulls Stormm but, but Stormm fires back, knocking Scott backwards. Stormm now hits a big right hand and follows that up with a knee to the midsection. He t hen grabs Scott and sets him up, hitting a big gutwrench power bomb on the floor! Jerry Andrews: Woah! What a move! Ace Anderson: That could be enough to get a cover but, remember, covers need to happen inside the ring in this match. It’s not a falls count anywhere match. Michaels stands up and he pulls Scott to his feet. He slams him face-first into the ring apron before rolling him into the ring. Stormm returns to the ring himself and he goes for a cover: 1… 2… Tyler Scott kicks out. Michaels pulls Scott to his feet. Tyler swings and hands a haymaker on Stormm, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Stormm finally breaks Scott’s defences down and forces him against the ropes. He then whips Scott across the ring and Scott returns to hit Stormm with a flying forearm to the face. Stormm is floored but gets back to his feet as quickly as he went down. Tyler jumps to his feet and turns, only to be hit with a back elbow to the nose. Tyler stumbles backwards, dazed by the shot and rebounds off the ropes. Stormm comes forward and hits an uppercut. Tyler is momentarily lifted off his feet but lands back against the ropes. Stormm comes forward but Scott strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Stormm into the centre of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Stormm into the ropes. Ace Anderson: What a back-and-forth match between these two! I need to catch my breath! Stormm returns and swings a clothesline. Tyler Scott sees it coming and ducks. Michaels continues charging across the ring. Scott turns and goes for a standing dropkick. However, Stormm catches his feet right in front of his face and holds his legs in mid air. With Tyler dangling down, Stormm takes each foot in each hand and bend Scott’s leg, turning it into a Boston crab. Jerry Andrews: Boston crab applied on Tyler Scott. Tyler struggles but manages to claw his way to the ropes and use them as leverage to get himself free from Stormm's grasp. Jerry Andrews: Remember, there are no disqualifcations in this match! If you get to the ropes, the referee can't do anything if your opponent doesn't release the hold. Ace Anderson: Smart of Scott to realize that and fight free of that move. Stormm turns and grabs Tyler by the feet. He runs backwards and lifts Tyler off the mat, before he falls, face first, into the canvas. Tyler clutches his face as Stormm mounts his back. He grabs him underneath the chin and pulls his head back in a camel clutch. Tyler grimaces as he reaches out for the ropes. With his right hand, Scott reaches up and smacks Michaels in the mouth. This causes Michaels to loosen his grip on him and he slips out of his grasp. Tyler then slides backwards, under the legs of Stormm. Scott grabs the ankles and pulls Stormm feet from under him. Jerry Andrews: Neither of these men has given an inch in this match! Ace Anderson: That's how much the North American Title means to these guys! Tyler gets to his feet and cuts off Stormm as he pulls himself up. He stomps away at Stormm violently, causing Stormm to fall between the middle and bottom ropes, to ringside. Scott stops to catch his breath for a moment as Stormm gets to his feet on the outside. Suddenly, Tyler charges at the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and flings himself towards Stormm. Stormm turns to be clobbered by a flying clothesline. Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a high-risk move from Tyler Scott! Ace Anderson: And it paid off! He grabs Stormm and hauls him to his feet. He slides him back into the ring and slides in himself. Scott hooks Michaels' leg and the referee goes down for the pin fall. 1… 2… Jerry Andrews: No! Stormm lifts a shoulder off the mat! Tyler Scott lifts Michaels to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He takes Stormm over in a snap suplex, holding on as Stormm hits the canvas. Tyler then rolls over, onto Michaels and gets to his feet. He hauls Stormm back to his feet and goes for another suplex. Stormm blocks the suplex with a jab to the kidney before hitting a snap suplex of his own. Stormm then goes to roll on top of Tyler for a cover: 1… 2… Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott kicks out now! Stormm lifts Tyler up and he drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm covers. 1…2… Tyler kicks out. Stormm covers again. 1…2… No. And again. 1…2… No. Jerry Andrews: Michaels is wearing out Tyler Scott with those covers. Ace Anderson: It does take a lot of effort to kick out of a pin fall, especially after a match this grueling. Stormm lifts Tyler to his feet and turns him around. He locks a full nelson on Tyler before lifting him up and driving him down. Michaels then hits the ropes and return, before dropping a knee across the face. Scott clutches his face before Stormm hits another knee to the side of the head. Scott is then covered again, by just manages to kick out at the last second. Jerry Andrews: That was a close one! Ace Anderson: Stormm's strategy of wearing Scott down seems to be working. It's taking Scott longer and longer to kick out of each pinfall attempt. Stormm then hits a couple of knee strikes to the ribcage before going back to the head. He brings Tyler to a seated position before wrapping his arm around the neck. Tyler tries to fight out of it, but is unable to do anything. Eventually, Tyler reaches up and grabs Michaels' ear. He twists it and Stormm lets out a yell of pain. This causes Stormm to release him. Scott gets to his feet, as does Stormm. Tyler hits a head butt to the stomach, before lifting Michaels by the legs and dumping him to the canvas with a spine buster. Tyler is unable to take advantage, the knee strikes to the head taking their effect. Jerry Andrews: Both men are down. Ace Anderson: I love these two. The hard hitting is so stiff. Stormm rolls out of the ring to catch his breath and Scott soon follows. Michaels starts to walk around the ring to where Scott is standing, but Scott suddenly runs full speed and he connects with a hige flying back elbow! Jerry Andrews: Where did Scott get the energy to do that!? Ace Anderson: I'm not sure, but he's slow to get up now. I think that move took everything he had. Jerry Andrews: Unfortunately for Tyler Scott, he’s unable to take advantage after such a big move! Michaels staggers back up to his feet, and Scott is up now as well. Suddenly, Scott charges at him, clotheslining him over the ringside barrier and into the crowd! Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Scott now stands up on the barrier and, as Stormm gets to his feet, Scott leaps off with a crossbody! Ace Anderson: They’re both out among the PCW Faithful now! Jerry Andrews: Maybe Tyler Scott got his second wind! Scott returns to his feet and he pulls Stormm up. Stormm shoves him and he goes crashing to a row of chairs that have been vacated by fans who jumped out of their seats to catch the action. Michaels follows him, picking up a chair and throwing it at him as Scott tries to stand up. Stormm grabs another chair, but he’s hit with a stiff shot to the midsection that doubles him over. Tyler Scott now climbs to his feet and he grabs Michaels. He pulls him up and hits him with a German suplex onto the chairs! Both men are down on the floor, breathing heavily and struggling to get to their feet now. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got to take our last commercial break of the evening. We’ll keep the cameras rolling and hopefully PCW officials will be able to get this match under control by the time we return! Ace Anderson: I doubt it! Trauma returns and Justin Michaels and Tyler Scott are still brawling around in the crowd. Jerry Andrews: Folks, we’re back and, as you can see, during the break these two have not let up on one another. Ace Anderson: Just as I predicted! The two competitors are farther away from the ring now, slugging it out with one another. Michaels grabs Scott and he kicks him in the stomach. Stormm wraps his left arm around Scott's neck, and leans them backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Scott's tights with his free right hand, and lifts his opponent off of the ground. He then falls backwards, bringing Tyler Scott with him, and plants his opponent’s head and neck onto the mat. Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT TO THE FLOOR! Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott could be unconscious, but they’re a LONG WAY from the ring! Stormm will have to get him back to the ring somehow. Michaels pulls Scott up and he starts to drag him back through the faithful towards the ring. Scott falls to the floor. Michaels leans down to pull him up, but Tyler Scott hits him with an elbow to the side of the head. Michaels steps towards him again, but Scott takes his legs out from under him, tackling him down to the floor. Scott is unable to stand up though, and Stormm gets to his feet first. He pulls Scott up and then throws him into another row of chairs. Jerry Andrews: Ace, you know it’s not like Stormm to go brawling through the crowd like this, but it seems like this rivalry with Tyler Scott cannot be contained in the ring! Ace Anderson: Or, apparently, even in the ringside area! Jerry Andrews: I hope the building can contain them! Ace Anderson: You’re right though. Both of these guys have delivered moves that we don’t normally see them do here tonight. They both know that they’ll need to do something special to get a win here tonight. Michaels grabs Scott and he drags him back towards the ring once again. This time, he manages to get him to the barrier. Stormm throws Scott over the barrier, and then follows him back. Michaels now pulls Scott up, but Scott pushes forward, causing Stormm to hit the ring apron spine-first. Scott then grabs him by the head and he whips him into the steel stairs! Scott falls to the floor. Stormm is down as well. Jerry Andrews: Both of these guys are down at ringside again, but this time this match can’t end in a double count out! We must have a winner! Ace Anderson: And we’re going to stay with you as long as we possibly can, folks! We all want to see a winner here! Tyler Scott slowly pulls himself up, using the ring apron. Michaels stands up as well. Tyler Scott kicks him in the stomach! Jerry Andrews: DDT BY TYLER SCOTT! Ace Anderson: Stormm's head hit the floor with a crack! It takes a while for anyone to move, but finally Tyler Scott does. He very slowly pulls Stormm up and slumps him onto the apron. He then slowly rolls him into the ring. Tyler Scott follows. He then goes for a cover: 1….. 2….. Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels kicks out!!! Tyler Scott crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Stormm does the same on the other side of the ring. Michaels is actually the first to start moving towards his opponent. He walks towards Scott when… Jerry Andrews: Switchblade Superkick!!!! Ace Anderson: He hit it! That’s it! Justin Michaels hits the mat with a thud. Tyler Scott stumbles and falls to the mat as well. Jerry Andrews: But Scott can’t capitalize! He can’t get his way over to cover Stormm! Tyler Scott slowly crawls over to Michaels and he drapes his arm over him: 1….. 2…… Jerry Andrews: Three…. no!!! Ace Anderson: Justin Michaels kicks out! Jerry Andrews: Wow! Ace Anderson: I truly believe that if Tyler Scott had been able to cover Stormm sooner, or if he could have hooked the leg on that cover, we’d have a new champion right now. Jerry Andrews: But he didn’t and he couldn’t! This match has taken a huge toll on both men! Scott slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Stormm staggers to his feet behind him. Suddenly, Stormm grabs Scott, taking him down. Michaels uses his right arm to grab Scott's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm, he places it around the front of Scott's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Tyler Scott's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Scott's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Scott's face as well. Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm applied! Scott struggles in the hold. He tries to roll through, to break out, but Stormm has him caught. Scott franticly tries to get to the ropes and he does, placing his right leg on top of the bottom rope. Jerry Andrews: Remember, the referee can’t do anything to force Stormm to break this hold, even if Scott is in the ropes! Ace Anderson: While Scott’s in the ropes, the submission won’t count, but he hold itself won’t be broken unless Stormm wants to! Stormm shifts his position to pull Scott away from the ropes, but he also tightens his grip on the Eye of the Stormm! Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott looks like he’s fading. The referee checks on Scott, asking him if he wants to submit. Scott shakes his head no, but closes his eyes, trying to cope with the pain. Stormm keeps him locked up. The referee asks again. No answer. The referee asks again. No answer. Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott isn’t moving! I think he’s out! The referee comes to the same conclusion and calls for the bell. Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott passed out from the pain! Justin Michaels is still our North American Champion! Stormm finally releases the hold and he gets to his feet. Scott is motionless on the mat. Pure Class Wresting officials rush into the ring to check on him as Michaels is handed the North American Title. He raises it above his head as the show comes to a close.

Thursday September 27th, 2018 Lucha Con Apuesta: Faith versus Faith Kyle Shane vs Seromine Referee: Tyrone Little Jr. If Kyle Shane loses, he will join Seromine's Followers. If Seromine loses, he will admit Kyle Shane is right and shave his head At length, the referee orders the bell rung. Seromine extending his arm above his head, calling for a Greco-roman knuckle lock and Shane locks hands with him and now they meet. Now we see who the better man is. Both men go shoulder to shoulder, nobody giving a damn inch. Shane swings his foot up and breaks the left knuckle lock; Seromine does the same with the right they collide in a collar and elbow tie up. Arm drag by Seromine and Shane scrambles back to his feet. Shane quick to go for a collar and elbow tie up and he quickly gets a hammerlock on Seromine. He wrenches up on the hold but Seromine is quick to power his arm and step through and get a hammerlock of his own. Shane obviously looking to damage that shoulder of the Messiah and now Shane trying to deal with the arm being wrenched up steps through and trips Seromine to the canvas. He snatches on a side headlock and grinds it in, smirking and shouting abuse at Seromine.  Jerry Andrews: Shane is using his abrasive tendencies to goad Seromine on. Ace Anderson: Remember, Shane has been calling for Seromine's head since their last meeting, Shane wants to humble Seromine in front of all his Followers. Seromine is fighting to stand up, however, Shane flings him over with an elementary side headlock takeover, resting the armpit on Seromine's chest and ensuring Seromine is pinned to the canvas. He still has the hold in when Seromine twists around, scissors his leg over Shane’s neck and pulls him over to break the side headlock. Shane struggles in the sudden leg scissor around his throat, then he nips up out of it. He goes to lift Seromine up but Seromine lights Shane up with a chop to the chest with such force that Shane winces back, holding his chest, and pacing to the ropes. Seromine comes up to his feet, firing a few more chops at Shane and then Shane reverses, laying Seromine across the ropes and firing a knife edged chop to the chest. Shane cackles and turns to play to the crowd, and when he turns back Seromine chops him across the chest very, very hard, making Shane groan and hold his reddened pec muscle as he's bent over, and Seromine grabs Shane by the hair and throws him out of the ring to the outside. Shane bounces a few times, then comes up on the guardrail, holding his chest. Red welts have spread, and he takes a few breaths. Someone at ringside yells "Yo Shane, you good??" and he nods shakily. Jerry Andrews: Never let it be said that Shane doesn't know how to put a brave face on. He looks back into the ring, rubbing his chest after kicking the nearest guardrail. Ace Anderson: I can’t believe Shane is already flustered. The ref is now to four on his count, but the God of Game doesn’t notice. He growls, climbing onto the apron and stepping through the ropes to engage his opponent once again, this time with a collar and elbow tie up. Shane is eager to engage the Messiah and the tenor has been slow and methodical in the early going. Shane gets the advantage, twisting and getting a hold of Seromine’s right wrist and he violently jerks down on it. Shane goes to yank back down, but this time it is Seromine who gets him side headlock takeover and Seromine has him pinned to the canvas. The referee: One... Kickout.  Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is in the ring with a man, whether you hate him or not, who is one of the most cunning and devious men in the world. He saps your stamina and he hounds you throughout the match. Ace Anderson: Seromine is grinding Shane’s head with that side headlock. Kyle can’t stay there forever because, eventually, Seromine will pop his head like a zit. Shane keeps trying to push out but Seromine has him gripped so hard with the side headlock. He’s finally realizing that the only way to get the break is to get to the ropes and he’s motioning his legs over. Shane finally gets his leg on the bottom ropes, causing the ref to count for the break. Surprisingly, Seromine breaks the hold immediately and gets to his feet, smiling wide as he looks down at the World champ. Jerry Andrews: A little gamesmanship going on here. Shane, none too pleased with how the early part of the match is going. Before Seromine can respond, it’s his face that feels the sting of the God of Game’s hand. Ace Anderson: Now it’s getting interesting?! Jerry Andrews: Oh what a slap by the Champion!  Seromine responds with a hard lariat that nearly takes Shane out of his boots. Shane scrambles to his feet and is planted with another hard clothesline! Oh man the pace is picking up very quickly and Shane staggers back up front chancery applied and Seromine snaps him to the canvas with a suplex. Seromine floats over and hooks the leg. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Ace Anderson: Going to need more than that. Going to need A LOT more than that. Seromine grinds his forearm into Shane’s face as he gets up and he stomps on the canvas, demanding he gets up.  Jerry Andrews: This is the pace Shane didn’t want to get into against the stronger Seromine. Shane hesitates as he gets up. Seromine going for the collar and elbow Shane side steps. Mule kick to the ribs puts Seromine to a knee. He grabs Seromine and just as he has him by the hair, Seromine plants him! Seromine powered him up and dropped him right on his back with a belly to back suplex. Seromine comes in, yelling at Shane "WHERE'S YOUR FAITH, BOY?" and booting him back to the mat. Shane grimaces, holding his neck and rolling to the ropes. Seromine follows right after him but Shane is just a step ahead. As Seromine gets in to grabbing position Shane boots a wheel out from under Seromine, making him stumble, and he slides between Seromine's legs from under the ropes, then Matrix'es up in a smooth motion! Shane laughs to himself at how good he is, but Seromine nails the cocky champ with a spinning backfist. Jerry Andrews: Ooooooh! Decks him right there. Ace Anderson: I know Shane saw stars and little cartoon birds spinning over his head, because that was stiff. The Messiah stands over the champion and allows himself a smile before picking him up by the back of the head and delivering a couple of forearms before whipping him into the turnbuckle. Shane crashes in back first and Seromine immediately follows up with a crushing turnbuckle clothesline and then steps back and picks up Shane as he steps forwards and hauls him up onto his shoulders, walks to the middle of the ring and delivers a fireman’s carry DDT to the champion! Jerry Andrews: Now the power game can come into play! He just treated Kyle Shane like a ragdoll. Seromine stands up and immediately drags Shane up to his feet and clubs him over the back of the head before grabbing him by the arm and twisting it around once causing Shane to howl out and hold his shoulder before Seromine yanks it, causing another yelp from the champion who measures up his situation and puts a foot on the middle rope and flips out of the twist and hits a springboard shining wizard to the Sermonizer, who falls to the mat. Shane uses the momentum to run to the opposite ropes and run up behind the downed Seromine and drop a running elbow to the back of the preacher's head and immediately runs to the middle turnbuckle, hops to the top rope and hits a split legged moonsault to the back of Seromine! The crowd can’t help but pop at the flow that Shane is on and he pops to his feet and beats his chest in response to the appreciation. Jerry Andrews: What athleticism! What pure talent right there! Ace Anderson: It’s why he’s the champion! Seromine is already stirring though and Shane turns to his Messiah and hits a couple of quick kicks to the Messiah’s ribs before hauling the Anarchist to his feet and resting him back first over the top rope. He then reaches down for the legs and starts to lift them up... Shane holds Seromine in a wheelbarrow position while looking at the crowd who are equally confused. He then rocks backwards and slingshots the Messiah face-first into the mat and rolls through into a Boston crab. Ace Anderson: That was unorthodox to say the least! Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is many things and innovator has always been one of them. Seromine howls in pain as the champion wrenches on both legs with his eyes wide open. Seromine pushes himself up and roars in rage and walks himself towards to ropes with Shane desperately holding on. At length Seromine gets to the ropes, causing the ref to declare rope breaks are on. Shane releases the hold, and gets distracted by the referee telling him to stay out of the ropes, which Shane replies with he knows. Seromine uses the turn of Shane's head to kick his bad leg out again, and Shane falls. Shane grimaces and holds the knee that has been targeted so expertly by Tyler Scott, among others, and sucks in a breath, and Seromine doesn't let him lay there for longer than a second before he comes in and drops a knee across the bone of Shane. Then Seromine keeps his knee pinned down across the thigh of Shane and grabs the foot, hyperextending it in a kneebar of sorts while wrenching the foot like a bottle cap. Shane howls in pain, and Seromine gets to his feet, giving Shane a few more stomps to the extremities. Jerry Andrews: Brilliant strategy by Seromine, knowing how often Shane's leg has been targeted by others. Ace Anderson: And who do you think gave Tyler Scott and everyone else that germ of an idea? This has been in the back of Seromine's mind for quite a while. He's trying to rip the leg of Shane off. Shane tries to sit up, clutching at his knee. Seromine goes to lift Shane up but Shane doggedly shoves him away. Seromine comes back in with a penalty kick to put Shane down. Seromine lifts a weakened and staggering Shane up, walking him over to the turnbuckles. The Messiah lays into Shane with right hand after right hand, staggering him back into the corner, then he grips Shane's arm and irish whips him into the opposite corner with a lot of force. Shane staggers out, holding his back, and Seromine comes in, locks his hands and flips Shane with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Shane holds his back. Seromine picks Shane up, and he locks his arms around Shane's waist as he runs him back into the turnbuckle, then he hits Shane with a few shoulder thrusts. Then, he backs up, and comes in for a big running boot in the corner. Shane dangles limply by the ropes, holding on to keep himself propped up. Seromine pulls him out and hits a vertical suplex. Seromine applies a front facelock, tightening the hold. Shane flails his arms, trying to get Seromine off of him, but to no avail. shane asks if he gives up, but Shane shakes his finger no. Shane pushes himself up, and begins punching Seromine repeatedly in the stomach. Finally, Seromine releases one arm so he can give Shane a stiff club to the back. Shane sinks to one knee, and Seromine reapplies the facelock. Finally, Shane is able to push himself up, elbowing Seromine in the gut repeatedly, and then he gives Seromine a swinging neckbreaker. Shane rests for a second, then he gets to his feet. He boots Seromine several times, then he runs and hits a flipping neckbreaker. Jerry Andrews: Shane is giving perhaps his grittiest performance since winning the gold, he's blocking out the pain as much as he can. Ace Anderson: Well think of the stakes if he loses. Not only will he have to join Seromine's cult of Followers, but Kyle Shane will have to tell someone that he was wrong. That's against his very fiber. Shane boots Seromine down, and he picks Seromine's head up and lays it across the middle rope, as he pulls back on the top with a knee in Seromine's back, choking him out with a lot of force. Shane tells him to cut it out, and Shane breaks it off... then he goes right back and begins choking him again. Seromine flails his arms as his face starts turning red. Shane pulls Seromine to the middle of the ring and applies a headlock. Seromine starts fighting his way back to his feet, and he begins elbowing his way free. Suddenly, Shane breaks the hold and begins clubbing him in the back of the head, then he reapplies the headlock. Seromine's arms flail, the referee asks if he gives up. Seromine says no, but he's slowly starting to fade. The ref holds his hand up once... twice... on the third time, Seromine's hand stays in the air. Seromine slowly starts fighting his way to his feet, as Shane looks down and screams "No!" Seromine begins flinging elbows back, trying to fight his way clear, and then he turns around and gives Shane a few right hands, making Shane stagger back. Seromine catches his breath for a second, and then he backs up to the ropes and charges at Shane, but Shane catches him and takes him down with a drop toehold. Shane immediately goes back to the headlock. Seromine screams, and his face is starting to turn red. He reaches for the ropes, but he can't get them. He lets out a yell of effort as he pulls himself up to his knees with Shane on his back, then, with Shane still hanging on his back, he gets to his feet and runs forward at top speed, then he squashes Shane in the corner. Shane loosens his grip, and Seromine gives him a few back elbows. He gives Shane a right hand, then another, then finally he gives him a big right that makes Shane drop limply into the corner. Seromine pulls Shane out and hits a backbreaker, then he rests. Seromine pulls Shane up and he whips him to the ropes, ducking his head and looking for a back body drop. Shane scouts it and kicks Seromine in the face just before he gets to him. Seromine stumbles back, and Shane runs off the opposite ropes. As Shane reaches Seromine this time, he's flattened by a massive powerslam. Seromine hooks the leg... The referee: One... Two...  Seromine gets to his feet, holding his back. He makes his way over to the corner, and he begins ascending the turnbuckle. Seromine turns, and sets himself, but all of a sudden Shane springs to lift, runs to the ropes and hops up on the ropes. He knees Seromine in the gut on the top rope, grabs his arms in a double underhook, and quickly flips Seromine off with a top rope butterfly superplex. The crowd erupts at this spot. Jerry Andrews: What an amazing maneuver! Shane rolls over Seromine for the cover. The referee: One... Two... Kickout... Shane looks up with a squinted eyed, "What the fuck is happening" expression, and Seromine slithers out onto the floor, completely winded. Shane can barely get up himself and uses his elbows to crawl under the bottom rope. As the pair lay on the mats outside, the PCW crowd is at a frantic pitch, the sheer energy buzzing and echoing from the rafters as Seromine and Shane begin picking themselves up off the mats, struggling to get a hold of each other. An uppercut from the Champion there and he has staggered the Messiah. He grabs Seromine by the head and he slams his forehead into the guardrail. Seromine still trying to keep himself balanced. Shane backs up, scrambles to the apron, and uncorks a diving somersault senton from the ring apron onto the guardrail! He smashed Seromine into the guardrail there! Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Shane contorts on the aisle as he twerked his knee coming down, but he managed to bowl Seromine over like tenpins so, it balances. Shane breathes heavy and rolls over, holding his knee, and he walks over, lifting Seromine up. He pulls him in and he hits him with a hook, and Seromine is to a knee. Now Shane comes in with a soccer kick across the chest. Jerry Andrews: Shane showing everyone that he can slow down the pace and hit just as hard as Seromine. Ace Anderson: He is trying to make the crowd lose their belief in him. It's all a mental game, Jerry. Spit flies as the World Champion snarls at the Messiah.  Shane: Get up dammit! Get up and face me! The glare he gets from Seromine fills him with rage. Fills him with perverse joy. Every slap causes his Messiah to quake. Shane peels Seromine off the guardrail and brings him into the ring. Shane grips the ropes, looking for a springboard off the top rope... Seromine CATCHES HIM WITH A DROP KICK! Jerry Andrews: I have to say that's somewhat of a miracle!! Ace Anderson: Did... did God give Seromine the strength to do that?! Jerry Andrews: Come off it, Ace... deep down, Seromine is still as he was before... he doesn't believe... although, I think he might be trying to. Ace Anderson: This match is really testing both men's faith. Seromine pins Shane. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Seromine looks outraged, and his hair is now sticking up in wild shocks. He looks heavenward, mouthing "What are you doing?!" as if now, too, the God that he may or may not be paying homage to is doing something totally unexpected. Seromine grits his teeth, lifting Shane up. He goes for a shortarm into a clothesline, but Shane slips around out of it, coming up behind Seromine's back and annihilating him with a falling one legged back stabber. Seromine grimaces and holds his back in pain. Unfortunately Shane now rolls to his stomach, kicking his free leg and holding the knee he just hit the move with. Jerry Andrews: Shane with Feast of Crows, but the kneecap had to feel like a gunshot as it connected. Ace Anderson: That leg is not in a good way. Shane can't even capitalize! Shane lets out some soothing breaths and groans a tiny bit, as he rolls his knee pad down to give it some air. Shane shakes his head, and grits his teeth. He looks over at Seromine and audibly says "Come on dipshit," as he lifts him up by his hair. Seromine ducks under Kyle's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then he lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Seromine backs up to the ropes, and flings himself at Kyle for a Thesz press, landing several mounted punches to the face. Seromine rolls off Shane. Shane stumbles to his feet. He gets a running start and then dropkicks Kyle right in the knee. Ace Anderson: It's like chopping down a lanky redwood that's like 1/4 neck and haircut. Seromine grabs Kyle's leg and hooks his foot under his arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Kyle grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Seromine straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then he puts all his weight on it as he grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Kyle groans and tries to push him off. He reaches for him, but he moves back out of his reach. The ref asks if Shane gives up, but Kyle says no. Kyle swings at him, but again Seromine moves his head back, as he continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, the ref asks if Kyle will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Seromine releases the hold. He gets to his feet and gives Kyle a low straight kick right to the sternum, then boots Shane in the gut and muscles him up into position so that Shane is laid across his shoulders in a crucifix position, quite symbolically for this match. He crushes him with a crucifix powerbomb, and then Seromine pins him. Jerry Andrews: Sign of the Cross!! The referee: One... Two...  Th- Kickout! Seromine screams "Oh come on!!!" at the referee, death glaring at him. Jerry Andrews: Seromine seems more unhinged, more wild and aggressive in this match then we've seen in a while. I really do think Shane's constant annoying badgering have gotten under the skin of the Messiah. Ace Anderson: Well, that, but it does bear talking about that he doesn't have Destiny out here at ringside. Is that woman a... calming influence? Jerry Andrews: I'd hate to think so, but here we are... Seromine has taken long enough agonizing over the lack of a three-count that Shane has begun recovering. Seromine, gnashing his teeth wildly and angrily, shoots in and begins booting Shane back down. Suddenly, Kyle comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks his head off. Shane gets to his feet, limping a bit. He sees Seromine has rolled over to play rope-a-dope by hanging under the bottom ropes. Shane's face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at him. Kyle pulls Seromine back up into a waistlock, and begins giving him a German suplex. Seromine scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Kyle clubs him across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex him, but he hangs on. The ref tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Kyle and the ref argue for a moment, as Seromine continues holding on to the ropes. Kyle finally turns back to Seromine, who slips out onto the apron and gives Kyle a kick to the midsection. Seromine then hangs grips Kyle's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Kyle goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Seromine gets back into the ring and plows through him with a flying shoulder block. Seromine waits for Kyle to recover, and he grips the ropes and attempts to fly with a springboard flying forearm, but Shane CATCHES HIM IN MIDAIR, drilling Seromine and taking him down with a strong kick to the sternum!  Jerry Andrews: Seromine is looking for the Cyanide Punch - NO! COUNTERED! Shane countered! Ace Anderson: I’m really surprised by all this. Just, I thought that what was going on earlier would continue. Hold for hold. Chain wrestling. I think both excel at that. Shane holds his leg and winces in pain, thumping his knee a few times trying to get back some feeling. Finally, Shane crawls over to the Seromine who has been breathing just the way you'd expect a person that took a cinder block to the solar plexus would, raggedly and staring eyes wide open. The ref counts. The referee: One... Two... Th- Kickout! A still surprisingly strong kickout from Seromine has Shane sitting up, clenching his knee, and looking at himself with a confused and questioning look. He isn't asking questions of the crowd, but of himself. Still holding his knee, he sits there, taking a rest as Seromine is laid out on the mat. Jerry Andrews: I think the faces tell the story here... this test of faith, has both men digging deep and showing levels of fortitude neither one expected. Ace Anderson: And I think that, in turn, is making the other man question everything he ever thought or believed about his own point of view. Kyle Shane as well as Seromine. Jerry Andrews: Whoever comes out of this is going to need to dig deep. They're going to need to embrace their source of strength like never before. Shane attempts to lift Seromine up and apply a side headlock. However, Seromine drops down onto his butt with a jawbreaker that is almost a Stone cold Stunner. Shane's head snaps back and he stumbles, barely able to keep his feet. Seromine pulls himself up, and then she runs to the ropes and when she comes back, Kyle catches him and drills him by flipping her up onto his shoulders and crushing him with a gutbuster in one smooth motion. Then, just to make it that much more fucked up, Kyle grips the legs, pulls Seromine's arms back and stretches him with a Mexican surfboard. Ace Anderson: Look at all that weight on Seromine's back as Kyle twists his body like a pretzel. Jerry Andrews: Shane's unexpectedly deadly submission traps caught Tyler Scott in a bad way at Return To Glory... Seromine could likewise have just fallen into a bad predicament. Ace Anderson: If he taps out he's gotta shave his head! Seromine shouts in pain and flails his arms around frantically. Kyle sits back on the hold, tightening the chinlock. The ref asks Seromine if he gives up. Seromine shouts "No!". Kyle increases the pressure, and he screams, then bites his hand to keep from screaming. The crowd is building a swell of support. Seromine tries to elbow his way free, but can't help but let out a scream at the pressure on his back. Seromine finally inches forward just enough and pulls himself out, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells Kyle to break the hold. Kyle aggressively holds on for just a moment. Finally, he gets to his feet. He and the official argue for a moment. Seromine gets to his feet at about the same time, only Seromine is holding his lower back. Kyle walks over toward Seromine, and Seromine quickly gives him a spinning back kick to the gut, then he gives Kyle a Dangerous DDT that spikes Shane right onto his head and neck. Both competitors are down momentarily, Kyle jerking and spasming and holding his neck and Seromine selling the beating from the submission. Seromine rests, grimacing and holding his lower back. Seromine then applies a falling leglock, contorting Kyle's knee painfully. Kyle screams, and flails his arms. The ref asks if he gives up, but Kyle refuses. Finally, Seromine releases the hold. Seromine gets to his feet in a bit of pain, and then as Kyle pulls himself up he eats several kicks to the hamstring, and then to the midsection. Shane shoves Seromine away, and Seromine walks forward, grabbing the leg of Shane and before Shane can slap him away, he absolutely murders Shane's leg with an inverted dragon screw. Jerry Andrews: Good God!! Ace Anderson: I think that leg is coming off at any moment! Shane's mouth is stretched wide in a mask of pain. Seromine grabs a pain wracked Shane by the hair and hauls him up and forces him into the far corner. Several hard chops drill Shane. His chest already has turned a few different shades of red, and Seromine is just getting warmed up. Shane ducks under the knife edge chop. Pops a jab. Another. And another! Shane is peppering Seromine with strikes and now he grabs hold of his right arm. He brings in an arm wringer that smashes Seromine right on the point of the shoulder, and Seromine shouts as if that was dislocated. Shane keeps wrist control by hanging on to the arm, pulls it out straight and delivers a leg drop to it. Seromine contorts around, holding his injured extremity.  Ace Anderson: Tit for tat, Shane is trying to take away a weapon of Seromine's the way Seromine has been trying to rip off his leg. Jerry Andrews: Shane keeping hold of that arm and he keeps slamming his heels into the canvas, keeps trying to jerk it out of socket.  Another arm wringer and Seromine is wincing in pain here. Shane forces the arm to the canvas and he double foot stomps it. Shane has to hold the ropes just to stay standing, as he clutches at his bad knee, but Seromine's arm is in just as bad shape. Shane takes the arm again, and begins the work of dragging an injured Seromine back up to his feet by the arm he is keeping control of, and bringing him into the near corner. He had Seromine by the wrist and forces the arm across the ropes. Shane then hooks in a painful looking keylock and he's bending the arm unnaturally in the corner!! The referee starts a count. Shane releases that hold... only to slam Seromine's head off the top turnbuckle so that he's laying in the corner. Then Shane does even worse by pulling the arm OVER the top rope and hanging down with it, applying an excruciating looking cross arm bar over the ropes! The referee shouts at Shane again, giving him to the count of five. Shane breaks the hold, knowing the damage has been done. Seromine groans, gathering his arm in to clasp against his chest as he lays in the corner. Jerry Andrews: That was brutal. The angle Seromine's arm got bent made me cringe. Ace Anderson: This match has turned dark, and gritty. There's no white hats in this one, ladies and gentlemen... it's just about who is right. Seromine is laying in the corner, gasping and holding his arm. Grabbing at the bottom ropes. Shane gets back in and smashes the point of his elbow into the Messiah’s sternum. Again. This is so intense. Both men refusing to give an inch here. Seromine trying to get away and Shane is back in the ring, and he crushes Seromine with a reverse bulldog. Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane is at another level right now. He's pushing Seromine to the limit of his endurance, making him expend a lot of stamina. Shane covers... The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout. Shane looks around, a nonplussed scoff on his lips as he rolls his eyes, saying "Ain't this some shit," and he motions for Seromine to get up. Shane scoops the squatter, thicker man up and looks to be going for a Snake Eyes back in the corner, but Seromine kicks off and falls back down Shane's shoulders, violently stomping the knee and crushing Shane with a deadlift CHAOS THEORY SUPLEX! He keeps the legs bridged!! The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout!! Seromine's eyes darken and he explodes, saying that he has done everything that was asked of him. He thunders to his feet, gripping the referee's shirt and telling him that it's the Will of God that he be declared the winner. Ace Anderson: It’s like we’ve seen time and time again; Kyle Shane can take it all and he can dish it out.  Seromine boots Kyle in the gut and grips his head for a muscle buster, but at the last second as he goes to run and bring Shane down, Shane slides down from the front with a single knee Codebreaker. Kyle then lifts Seromine up and plants Seromine with a brainbuster, falling over onto his side to take pressure off his knee.  The ref and the crowd: One... Two... Thre - Kickout. Ace Anderson: Both of these men have really shown me something right here. Jerry Andrews: When you cut down to it, this is about who's right and who's wrong... and both men are too stubborn, and too proud, to give up their point of view. Kyle grits his feet in frustration at Seromine and lifts him up, clubbing him over the back, which knocks him down subsequently. Kyle grips Seromine's head between his legs as the crowd is building a "Shane" chant, but as he pulls him up, he pulls his head loose in midair and twists around behind Kyle, kicking him in the back of the leg and then as he drops to one knee, the Messiah runs and uses his knee as a springboard to hit a shining wizard right to the temple. Kyle drops down to the mat. Seromine rests, using the ropes to hold himself up, and motions for Kyle to get up, and when he does, shaking the cobwebs out, Seromine comes in like a guided missile (with one working arm) and hits him with a springboard flying forearm. Seromine lays on the mat, holding his other arm against his chest, but finally he scoots into a cover. Jerry Andrews: Cyanide Punch!! The referee and crowd: One... Two... Three - Kickout! Seromine: WHY WON'T YOU FALL?!! Ace Anderson: Seromine looks like he is taking his inability to keep Kyle Shane down as a crisis. Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has beaten some of the best in Pure Class Wrestling, but Seromine has remained a demon in the back of his mind. Just as Shane, it seems, has to Seromine. Ace Anderson: You've got that right, Seromine said that Shane had nothing more that he wanted... but his pride and his faith on the line, tonight, that is something Seromine has no intention of losing. Seromine gets to his feet, yelling and ranting to the ref, and pointing at Shane. Shane is still recuperating, but Seromine angrily takes his head and lifts Shane up by his jaw, fingers clawing into Shane's skin and making his mouth pucker as he yells "You are not better than me! You! Are not! Better than me!! I have FAITH!" Seromine slaps Shane with his other hand. Seromine hauls back, attempting to slap again, but Shane catches the incoming hand... OH MY!! Shane twists it around and gives it an ARM BREAKER over his shoulder! Seromine flinches back, holding his hand and crying out in pain, and then Seromine turns around and Shane scoops him up... SHOULDER BREAKER over his knee!  Jerry Andrews: Seromine has very rarely been manhandled in his career and he’s feeling the brunt of it right now. Is the pressure getting to him? Ace Anderson: He’s fought to maintain his position since last year's Collision Course, and the longer this match goes, the more it is starting to favor the World Champion. Seromine falls off Shane's knee, and Shane holds his knee in pain, but he crosses the distance between them in record time. The referee and crowd: ONE... Two... Three- Kickout! Shane begins using the ropes for leverage, stomping down on Seromine’s right shoulder. He turns to the crowd and then he smirks, motioning for Seromine to get up. Shane goes for Shoryuken... NO! Seromine pulls his head out of the way as Shane uppercuts. Shane lands and grips at his knee, wincing in pain. Seromine slides behind him and tries to get in a full nelson. Seromine, trying to keep his shoulder together with the full nelson peels off a Dragon suplex! Drove him right into the canvas and on the back of his head! Seromine can’t cover him though.  Ace Anderson: Jesus... he has had his shoulder so battered that he can’t even go after the pinfall. Jerry Andrews: And this is big. If Shane can’t capitalize, then Seromine’s forward bursts WILL work.  Seromine and Shane pick themselves up, meeting in the center of the ring. They’d been in marathons over the course of their lives, but each blow they sent at the other carried every bit of their essence. With Shane, it is his desire to remain peerless. With Seromine, it is frustration finding release. Seromine explodes with a European uppercut. Shane answers with a forearm to the forehead. European uppercut. Forearm. Back and forth they go. Seromine backs into the ropes and bounces off into a forearm shot. Shane tries to follow through but his knee won't let him. Seromine responds with a forearm shot with such mustard on it that Shane is completely bowled over to the outside. Shane only takes a moment to recover using the apron to pick himself up. Seromine staggers but he gets on the apron. Shane turns around into a DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK FROM Seromine! Ace Anderson: Seromine isn't letting the pain keep him down, he refuses to believe what his senses are telling him!! Jerry Andrews: Tonight these two men have left all the history and all the hatred out here. Seromine lifts up the God of Game and he crotches him on the top of the steel guard rail. Then he begins battering him with a nonstop flurry of chops. Shane tries to scurry away. The Messiah is glowering over top of him, following him to the corner. Presses him against the post. Seromine winds up for one more chop, using the same paw that had been worked on so viciously before... but at the last second, PING!! Seromine cries out in agony, Shane had ducked just in time. Shane fell as he was about to be hit again and Seromine just broke his hand against the corner post.  Jerry Andrews: Oh my lord he smashed his hand.That entire right arm has to be useless now. Shane grabs his ravaged chest. Never in his life has someone battered him like this. It feels as though his skin is bubbling. Streaks of purple swirl through the swelling across his chest. He tries to catch his breath. His eyes are trained on Seromine, who is rolling on the ground, grasping at his hand. He needed to pick himself up and seize the moment. Shane dragging himself up and he’s got Seromine. He SLAMS his head into the guardrail. Seromine trying to keep himself upright but he’s SLAMMED again. Shane grabs his legs and makes him spill into the crowd and he’s rolling under the bottom rope to break the referee's count out. He needs to seize the moment. It is all he can think about. His legs barely can carry him, but his will is so strong. He jumps onto the top rope. Flashbulbs go off all across the stadium as Kyle Shane soars, diving into the crowd, diving into the dazed Seromine. The crowd starts an uproarious "HOLY SHIT" chant. Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! SUICIDE DIVE INTO THE CROWD! Ace Anderson: Jesus Christ Kyle! What are you doing?!  Jerry Andrews: I think Shane just took the biggest leap of faith!! In one moment, one of the most hated men in Pure Class Wrestling and one of the men who annoys a broad cross section of people by trade, both have the support of the crowd on their side. Their intensity, driven towards the other, has earned them a reprieve, if only for one night. The fans are witness to greatness. Every single superstar who is watching these two men is glued to their television sets. The ref doesn’t dare count. The God of Game, adrenaline bleeding out of his pores now, heaves himself over the guardrail. He lays there, spent. Seromine is also wiped out The referee is starting to count him out, now, finally... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Both Shane and Seromine look up, gathering their thoughts as they realize what's happening... if this goes to a count out not only will their beef never be truly settled, because it'll go to a non-finish, this war between them will be unsatisfied. It will forevermore have an asterisk. No. Too tame. Shane and Seromine both do their best to make it out of the crowd and across the aisle on wounded, non-functioning body parts. 6... 7... 8...  9... Both men sprint in the ring side by side, and the crowd pops. Seromine and Shane kneel side by side, breathing hard, relieved at beating the count but still in a Mexican standoff. They gauge each other with wonder, and more than a little spite. Shane starts the volley with a slap to Seromine while both men are down on their knees, and Seromine returns the slap. The two men go back and forth with heavy slaps, as they begin rising to their feet. But that isn’t enough. The will is too strong in both of them. Head on shoulder, they rise, using the other for balance. Now, they were head to head. Eye to eye. Breathing the same breath and spitting it out in snarls. They’d traveled different paths to this moment, but within it, they have become something more.  Jerry Andrews: SOMEHOW THEY ARE BOTH STILL STANDING!  Shane with the forearm shot! Ace Anderson: Shane has made a living in willing himself over others. His knee is the one that gives out. Jerry Andrews: Shane headbutts Seromine in the chest! Seromine returns with a vicious windup boot to the face that sends the champion reeling! Shane is laid up against the ropes, on spaghetti legs, barely able to keep himself composed after the vicious match. Seromine gathers Shane in, hooking his arm and pulling him in to a STIFF short-arm clothesline that knocks spit flying out of Shane's mouth, and before the champion can even totter down to the canvas Seromine keeps wrist control by bringing Shane's head down to the mat with a DDT. And there it is. Ashes to Ashes. Jerry Andrews: Like the sentiments of funeral eulogy it symbolizes... Ashes to Ashes means the end. Seromine, holding his arm strapped across his chest, pushes his back across Shane and hooks a leg. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE - KICKOUT!! A defiant Shane rockets a hand up, like a man desperately clinging to life!! The crowd goes insane, and Seromine sits up, his eyes bulging and his face beet red. Seromine: WHAT?! Shane looks completely done, and lays in a lifeless lump on the mat. Seromine looks up at the ref, who assures him that Shane kicked out and didn't, you know, spasm or something. Seromine grits his teeth, holding his fists at his temples and shouting, "No, no no no no," and then he shouts that it's over, it has to be over, because his faith, the faith and will of Seromine HAS to be stronger than that of Kyle Shane. If there's a "god" listening, then "god" HAS to be on Seromine's side, damnit!! Seromine holds his arms out to the crowd and says that he is dedicating this to each and every one of his Followers. He peels Shane up off the mat, holding the wrist and yanking him around the ring as if by a leash. Shane can't even stand, he tries to but he's knocked so insensate that his wounded leg won't even support the weight.  Jerry Andrews: I don't like the look of this. Shane is dead on his feet, and Seromine is proclaiming his intentions to the Followers in the audience. Ace Anderson: What he is proclaiming is the supremacy of his faith. The final victory over Shane's ideology. If it wasn't over with the last one... it'll be over soon. Seromine keeps wrist control by pulling Shane across the ring, then battering him with another short-arm that is almost an Irish whip into a brutal Clothesline from the depths of Hell. Shane falls back, stunned. Seromine does not let go of the wrist, gathering Shane back up by the arm as if they are tied, or even bound together. He hooks the head, and motions that it's over. He DDT's Shane into the mat with ever more force, ever more malicious finality, completing the Ashes to Ashes sequence yet again. Shane looks, if it were possible, even more dead than before. Jerry Andrews: A second time, Ashes to Ashes. Ace Anderson: I've never seen Kyle Shane get beaten so badly. No one else has ever taken this much abuse. Jerry Andrews: That's it. It's over. Seromine drops down for the cover and shouts for the referee to count. The crowd has been booing Seromine, and yet when the count goes down they chant along with relish. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE -  KICKOUT!! Shane still throws a shoulder up!! Seromine collapses off Shane, near tears as he can't believe what's going on. Indeed, without Destiny there he is much wilder and angrier, and he sits up, staring at the sky and asking "god" if this is his doing.  Ace Anderson: Seromine is straight up ranting at the sky, yelling invective at god and the faithful watching him. Jerry Andrews: His inability to put Shane down for each three count has gotten into his mind. This might be his downfall.  Seromine gives two double birds to the sky, saying "FUCK YOU!!" to any deity that was listening that's now turned on him in his hour of need. He shouts that he doesn't need faithful, Followers or any of that crap, and the boos have become a wave of negative sound directed at him by the Pure Class fans that are booing him out of the building. Seromine, still ranting, waves them off, and turns to Shane, saying "And FUCK YOU TOO!" and he goes to lift Shane up. He puts Shane between his legs, about to put the exclamation point on his profane denunciation with a flip piledriver. However, before he can get the Stigmata off to it's next phase, Shane stands, and to the delight of everyone, he back drops his way out of it! Shane collapses to one knee as he sends Seromine flying overhead and crashing to his back. Seromine yells in anger, pain and surprise as he's caught off guard by Shane roaring back to life. Shane, from his knees, bobs his head like he's beginning to Bulk up, and as Seromine, cringing in pain and holding his lower back begins getting up he eats one of the hardest roundhouse kicks to the face anyone had seen. Jerry Andrews: VATS!!! Shane falls down, unable to support the weight on one leg after his bad leg was used for the kick, doesn't let himself rest. He shoots over and pushes Seromine onto his back. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Ding Ding Ding The crowd erupts into a huge ovation, and Shane reacts much as he did when he first won the World Title. It's a magical moment. Jerry Andrews: He... He did it!! Shane just kicked Seromine's head off with that VATS, Seromine - Seromine has been beaten tonight! Ace Anderson: I... don't... believe it... Jerry Andrews: That means that Shane won Faith versus Faith! That means that Seromine has to shave his head! That means that Seromine... has to say Shane was right!! Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... KYLE SHANE!!! "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play on the PA, and Shane tries pulling himself up on the ring ropes. He's still in a lot of pain and unable to put his weight on his leg, but it's a damn proud moment and he isn't going to deprive himself of it. Seromine, just coming to, lays on the mat, staring straight up as reality begins setting in. The crowd is cheering "SHANE, SHANE, SHANE" loudly as Shane holds his hands up with the referee's help. Seromine, from the mat, runs his hands over his eyes and mouth in disbelief. Jerry Andrews: The realization is kicking in for Seromine, he realizes what just happened... and what he has to do now. Seromine has rolled over to the apron, sitting on it dejectedly, and suddenly, security appears. They talk to him, and Seromine still has a glassy-eyed look of shock. Jerry Andrews: I don't think Seromine knows how to handle this. If he had beaten Shane, Kyle would have to get decked out like Gabriel and become a member of his Followers... but he lost, so he has to honor the stipulation. Ace Anderson: Security is out there to make sure that Seromine lives up to his end of the bargain. The security members flank Seromine, who looks at them, notices that they have a barber's chair set up on the top of the stage, and then it all clicks into place. They intend to walk him (by force if necessary) up the ramp to the barber's chair and sit him in it and shave his head. Seromine shouts "No! No!!" and he tries to juke past the security, but two big gorillas aren't gonna let him get by. Jerry Andrews: And Seromine is caught! Another few security men come along to grab Seromine's arms and pin them, and drag him, yelling the whole time up the ramp. In the ring, Kyle Shane is laughing at Seromine and loving every minute of this. There's a bespectacled man in a barber's smock waiting up there with a pair of clippers and scissors. Kyle Shane: Hey boys, make sure you trim the sideburns! *cackles* Seromine's howls of "I HATE YOU, SHANE!!" can be heard over everything, the mocking cheers of the crowd, Shane's laughter, all of it. Seromine is sat down in the chair, and there's a big man on either side of him, holding his arms as he's put in the barber's chair. Jerry Andrews: Here we go, Seromine is getting his head shaved! Seromine's eyes widen comically as the barber starts up the electric clippers and holds them up, and he begins struggling and repeating "No, no, no, no!" He's begging and trying to plead to the men holding him, and his humiliation only intensifies when the clippers cut a strip down his head and the shorn off hair starts falling into his lap. From the ring, holding the World Title belt over his chest and drinking it in, Shane laughs. Shane takes a house mic. Kyle Shane: Don't forget, this was only part of the bargain you agreed to Seromine... I put up my faith, against you and yours and if I lost I was gonna be one of you. But since you lost, you have to do something for me. You have to say, "I was right." Seromine: I HATE YOU, SHANE! I HATE YOU! More hair is dropping in curls on the stage as the two strong henchmen hold Seromine's arms down. Half of his temple is now shaved down to a buzz cut, and still Seromine struggles. Kyle Shane: Say it! Say, "Kyle Shane was right! Kyle Shane was right about everything!" The barber shaves down another strip of hair like a lawn-mower, letting curls fall to the ramp and Seromine's lap. Seromine: ARGH, DAMN IT, YOU WERE RIGHT! YOU WERE RIGHT! Shane is having the time of his life, laughing and playing to the crowd as Seromine is up there getting his head shaved. The barber is just about done. Kyle Shane: Say "I'm nothing but a two-bit Jim Jones and I lead a cult of suck ups and sycophants." No, no, wait, say "Gabriel has sex with goats on my command while Holden Ross reads him Bible verses!" Say - Suddenly, the crowd stirs as the camera shows that Gabriel himself is in the ring behind Kyle Shane with a steel chair. He savagely blasts Shane from behind. Shane falls to the mat, and Gabriel lays in another few chair shots to the back and arm of Shane.  Gabriel: DON'T YOU DARE DISRESPECT US! DON'T YOU DARE MOCK THE FAITH!! The barber has stopped shaving Seromine and the security team, the barber and Seromine all stare in shock as Gabriel furiously boots the injured Shane. Seromine squints at Gabriel and says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Gabriel angrily yells "I WON'T LET HIM DISRESPECT US ANY MORE!" before he grips the chair in both hands and rams it's tip into Shane's ribs with such force that Shane lets out an explosive yell. Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has lost it! He's snapped on Shane! Ace Anderson: I don't think this was what Seromine had in mind, either. Seromine, now mostly shaved bald, stares at the ring, where Gabriel stands tall over a fallen Kyle Shane with the steel chair in his hands.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back everyone! Tonight we're looking back at ten years of Trauma history and, you know what, Ace? That's not all we're doing! Our main event tonight is a 'Championship Showcase' pitting PCW's three champions against one another!

Ace Anderson: We've had quite a great tradition of champions facing champions in special matches in PCW history.

Jerry Andrews: We certainly have! Now, let's head back to 2019 for one of those matches. Gerard Angelo took on Dominator and Sicko with pride on the line! Enjoy!

Thursday April 25th, 2019 Champion vs Champion vs Champion Non-Title Match Gerard Angelo (PCW World ©) vs Dominator (PCW North American ©) vs Sicko (PCW Underground 👑) Referee: Ed Lane DING! DING! DING! Sicko and Dominator break from their quarrel long enough to gaze at the far smaller World Champion. They make sure to keep him blocked in a corner with little wiggle room for escape. Gerard studies both opponents like a movie script. Horacio kindly lets him know how much time he has left before his client shortens his career. Sicko flashes the most sinister grin as he advances into what little space remains. Gerard sharply exhales and then surprises both men at the knees. His right foot introduces itself to Dominator. The left to Sicko. It buckles them down to a kneel. Gerard knocks their heads together and then quickly goes on the aerial with a springboard dropkick to both of their kissers, splitting them apart. Angelo surprises everyone by hitting CENTER OF ATTENTION on Dominator, then follows up by giving Sicko one of his very own. Gerard kindly informs that Horacio's watch is broken before paying him no further attention. Ace Anderson: What arrogance! Jerry Andrews: Call it what you want, but he's shown early that he's not going to be intimidated. Gerard high jumps an outstretched swipe from Dominator. After a prompt kick to the head, Sicko feels the wrath of a swinging neckbreaker. Gerry wisely shoves that keg of a body right out of the ring, making things one-on-one. He takes a single bounce off the ropes and returns to plow into Dominator like things were a hockey game. Gerard is pushed by a single hand into the ropes as the North American champ sits up. Gerard scores a DDT, then a kip up, and a running dropkick to the legs of Sicko, who had climbed onto the apron. Sicko's chin smacks off the ring, diverting him for the present. Gerard gives him a swift baseball slide to shove him away from the ring. He then turns around and runs the length of the ring. Suicide plancha! Sicko stumbles, but hangs onto the squirming champ. He flips him around and pancakes him with a bodyslam. Sicko peels back the protective mat to expose concrete. Gerard is scooped by one arm and sent back down with another bodyslam, but this time he immediately grabs his lower lumbar. Sicko devilishly sticks a foot onto his throat, and through clenched teeth, counts the seconds of air he steals. Dominator views this from inside the ring. He's none too happy about Gerard's annoying antics. He wants his fun. Sicko stops talking to himself long enough to afford Dominator a moment. It's also a moment that Gerard is allowed to breathe again. Jerry Andrews: Sicko may be at a disadvantage. This match isn't an Underground affair. Ace Anderson: You think that matters to a psychopath like him? Gerard is high pointed back into the ring. Dominator easily picks him up for a charge backwards into the near corner. Angelo fires off a sudden flurry of chops, and with it, the crowd gets behind him. Dominator absorbs the stinging sensation before he lowels the boom with a Grimm-inspired headbutt. Angelo is hoisted way off his feet with a bearhug. The World champ isn't about to let this happen. Thumbs to the eyes will stop anyone. Dominator is forced to release him. Angelo alternates uppercuts around a hunched Dominator and then sticks him with a high knee. Sicko is halfway over the top rope when Dominator is drop toe holed into him. The psycho-clown tumbles to the floor, but is quick to recover. Dominator is laid across the middle rope. That is until a MASSIVE right hits him between the eyes. Sicko drags Dominator out to him and proceeds to batter him back to the ring post. Sicko backs himself up and charges. Dominator is right in his midsection with a FORCE OF TIME! Gerard puts his stamp on things with a STUNT DOUBLE. Angelo, showing off his charismatic energy, high-fives every outstretched hand he can as they shower him with chants of GERRY! GERRY! GERRY! Horacio Mortimer is chased off from ringside as he got too close to the fire. Gerard puts his focus back on where it belongs. The length of the apron gives him a running lane. Dominator has him in mid-air by the scruff of his neck. Sicko sticks one of his own hands in as well. They stare at one another while landing a tandem chokeslam. Gerard squirms on the floor from the disgusting impact. Dominator and Sicko engage in a back-and-forth that finds its way into the ring. Dominator shoots him into the ropes, but gains nothing on a shoulderblock. Sicko clubs him about the chest. Dominator is whipped to a corner. Sicko charges full speed ahead for an impact splash! Dominator wraps his arms around Sicko's back. His head is tilted back courtesy of the rotund belly, but there's no delay in the charging ram across to the other corner. Sicko folds back over the top turnbuckle. A bell clap disorients Dominator. Remaining on the middle ropes, Sicko sticks a clothesline, dropping the Temporal King. It's followed by a standing splash and hook of the leg. 1. 2. Dominator pushes Sicko off of him. Sicko drags him to his feet, pulling him into a short-arm clothesline. Dominator is spun sideways. Sicko buries a forearm to the kidney, but takes a back elbow to the side of his head. Gerard returns to the match by launching himself at the legs of both men, putting them against the ropes. Angelo uses Sicko's keg gut for a springboard so that he can perfectly hit Dominator with a blockbuster. Jerry Andrews: A nice piece of innovation by Angelo! The attempted clothesline of Sicko falls flat as he is unable to muster enough behind it. Sicko pie-faces him and then blasts Gerard with FCS! Dominator's running big boot IS enough to deposit Sicko over the top rope. He quickly takes advantage of the downed Hollywood Hero, deadlifting him into DAY BREAK. Dominator keeps him folded over for a pin. 1. 2. Gerard pops out like a jack-in-the-box, surprising Dominator, but keeping the fans invested in cheering him on with applause and chants. Dominator hunches over to pull Gerard up, but is sent front first to tbe corner by Sicko. Dominator falls into a BRIMSTONE with a landing on Gerard Angelo. Dominator is rotated over but stacked on Angelo. Sicko presses down on both for another pin. 1. 2. Kickout from Dominator. Shoulder up from Gerard. Sicko Irish whips Dominator to a corner. Gerard is sent careening into the opposite. Spear! Spear! Sicko rages into an explosive Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker from Dominator. Gerard leaps over an incoming charge. He gives Dom an extra push to the post with his feet, using his back as a spring to a rolling thunder on Sicko! Gerard then dazzles with a standing 450, giving himself a pin. 1. 2. Sicko presses Gerard off of him. The Man With Out Peer recovers in time to give Dominator a flying knee in the corner. He locks an arm around his head for an attempted bulldog, but is rotated into a foldover on against the top turnbuckle. Dominator senses his position. He has enough time to shift Gerard into a muscle buster...BAM...BUTTERFLY EFFECT, one of Dominator's finishers. Gerard is a heap under the bottom rope. It feels like the air has gone right out of the arena. Jerry Andrews: Can Dominator put this one away? He has the champ prime for it. Ace Anderson: You could say he has enough time to try. Dominator's internal clock must come equipped with an alarm, because he correctly senses the third party about to get involved. One giant punch to the face breaks the momentum. Sicko slooowly turns his head around and stares daggers into the eyes of Dominator. The edges of his mouth widen. His twisted grin is enough to ask The Zenith, is that all you got? Sicko THROWS Dominator like he was a cruiserweight. Gerard finds himsrlf becoming a projectile to put Dominator back off his feet following his recovery. Sicko tramples The Temporal Tyrant under his big clown feet. He lifts Dominator off of his back with the start of PAGLIACCI. The chokeslam from hell is successful following a brisk run, not walk, a RUN around the ring, just because he fucking can. Sicko lifts his head, but he's suddenly attacked by a barbed wire baseball bat that is held by none other than DAVID HUNTER! Jerry Andrews: What the hell is he doing out here!?!? Ace Anderson: He's been all over the show tonight - and this arena - and now he's taken out the Underground King! Hunter leaves the ring, and the battered Sicko struggles to stand, becoming the perfect target for a CENTER OF ATTENTION. That same wind around smile shows itself once more. Gerard backs up and hits another, this one with more force behind it. But the result is the same. A third grows even louder, but Sicko starts ascending. Gerard finally changes tactics and instead delivers a HEADHUNTER with a marginal success, but success nonetheless. He feeds Sicko to Dominator. The North American Champ demonstrates his own power ability with a ring crushing, heaven collapsing, hell shaking signature that he calls THE NAMESAKE. The crowd is all 'OOOOO' about how much force Dominator put behind slamming a 383 pound man into the canvas. Gerard seizes HIS moment, having wisely had Dominator eliminate competition, as he goes for one of his trademarks called DIRECTOR'S CUT. Jerry Andrews: ANACHRONISM! ANACHRONISM! Dominator has countered with his finisher! Ace Anderson: The only stars the World champ will be seeing are the ones around his head. Gerard is promptly folded over with both legs hooked. Dominator counts along with the ref... 1! 2! 3! The bell is called for as this heavyweight tilt is all over. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner, Dominator! Horacio has returned to the scene, wanting the glory of raising Dominator's arm in victory for himself. There's a cute joke slipped in of "what took you so long?" But with tongue firmly planted in cheek. Dominator stands tall over Sicko and Gerard Angelo.

[PCW Staff]

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back! We are having a great time heading down memory lane tonight and looking at some of the best matches to happen in the last ten years of Trauma!

Ace Anderson: It's really incredible, Jerry. When you think about the wrestlers that have competed on this show over the last ten years, it's really something special! Let's watch another match!

Friday September 11th, 2020 Singles Match Grimm vs "The Anarchist " Jason Willard Referee: Eric Russo DING! DING! DING! Jerry Andrews: Unlike in their most infamous match, shovels are not legal. Ace Anderson: Thank you for the unwanted memories. Willard and Grimm have yet to make a move as they glare at one another from opposite sides of the ring. When one of them eventually does, Willard makes an exit to go grab a microphone. "Fuck you, Grimm!" And that's all he has to say. The microphone gets thrown into the crowd and then Willard goes back into the ring. He sprints across in Grimm's direction, but winds up showing himself out just before Grimm can drop him. Willard cackles from a safe distance as he wiggles his middle fingers at the Hangtown Horror. Willard spends a few seconds trashing the faithful directly behind him. When he whips his head back around, Grimm is standing in his way. Willard is quick to offer an apology for his unsavory greeting. Grimm remains quiet as he batters Willard to the floor with some stiff strikes. Willard gets his face raked across the railing in slow, agonizing fashion. Grimm allows him to walk away clutching at his face, but only long enough to make him think he's created distance. Grimm strikes again with a forearm to the middle of the back. Willard stiffens just before he's pushed under the bottom rope. Grimm tries to choke him with his bare hands, but Willard keeps that grip from fruition. Ace Anderson: Grimm's hands are as cold as death. Speaking of cold, it's freezing in here! Jerry Andrews: I've heard Grimm's very presence can alter indoor climates. Grimm gnaws the forehead of The Anarchist until his teeth indentations are left in his skin. Willard holds onto his head after moving further into the ring. Grimm steps back in and is successful on a running knee. Willard is brought up and sent to the ropes. Flying shoulder tackle! Willard staggers into the ropes. Grimm gets booted in the midsection, but it has little stopping power. Grimm fires off a nasty chop across the chest, forcing Willard to retreat to a corner. Grimm closes in and gets a flurry of stiff strikes from fists and feet alike from an aggressive Anarchist. Grimm is spun into the corner. He blocks Willard from a continued upper hand by way of a chop to the throat. This time Grimm strangles him in view of the referee. The standard five is administered, but Willard seizes the moment to knee Grimm in the groin and then follow through with an inverted atomic drop. Willard hacks a lung up as he starts to get oxygen flowing again. He denies any wrongdoing when questioned by the officiating zebra, but gives a wink to the booing faithful. Willard starts to stomp the life out of Grimm, but he gets his foot caught and is brought down for an attempted STF. Willard throws an elbow to Grimm's face, which gets him freed before any further trouble. Willard floats over so he can return the blatant choke, but it comes with a side of slamming the back of Grimm's head into the canvas. Jerry Andrews: That man has no regard for the rules! Ace Anderson: But it was ok when Grimm did it? Willard works Grimm over against the ropes. He then misses a discus lariat, allowing Grimm to flip him onto the apron. The Crimson Demon turns right into a slingshot neckbreaker. Willard flips himself over to make a pin. 1! Grimm kicks out and turns the tables on Willard. 1! The two legends engage in fisticuffs without regard for well beings. Both find the others eyes and go for ripping them out. Willard and Grimm are left to wait for their sight to return before returning to punishing the other. Grimm delivers a spectacular headbutt to halt Willard in his place, but he further brings Dead Reckoning by administering several more. Willard collapses onto his hands and knees. Grimm yanks him by the hair, using it as momentum to shoot him head first into the top turnbuckle. Willard drops to avoid a bell clap. While lowered, he slips under Grimm in order to lift him in a powerbomb position. Grimm grabs the top rope in order to stop Willard from trying. The Anarchist slides through and instead hits a German suplex! Willard remains a bit scattered from the prior trademark move. He looks back to see where Grimm is. His punt kick misses which puts him in position for Grimm to deliver a reverse DDT! Willard looks to slowly get himself out of the ring but Grimm makes sure he can't. Willard is picked up to his feet. Grimm is caught by surprise with a split-legged jawbreaker. Now he rolls under the ropes. Willard is up with a springboard forearm...Greetings From Orange County is successful! Jerry Andrews: Both men are down! Ace Anderson: Is that ever true with someone like Grimm? I mean, is he even human? I think that should be his Halloween costume this year. Willard continues holding his head as he uses his free hand to push himself up with. Grimm finds his hands getting stomped on with particular attention being put on the knuckles. Grimm pulls them under his body. Willard pulls him to his feet for an Irish whip. Grimm doesn't return. Willard comes after him, so Grimm charges under and bounces off the opposite side. Spear! No! Willard has it countered with a brainbuster. He hooks the legs. 1! 2! Grimm kicks out. Willard lifts Grimm into a fireman's carry. Willard turns to the side but is stopped from delivering The Happiest Place on Earth due to a Foddershock counter! Willard is flipped onto his back with Grimm putting his weight down on the arms. 1! 2! Willard kicks out. Grimm brings Willard to his feet. Irish whip is countered not once, but twice. Willard rolls under a flying clothesline attempt but keeps his stride going. Grimm turns just in the nick of time to avoid KANLM! Willard uses a kip up then roundhouse kicks Grimm's hand away to avoid the Hangtown Death Grip! But Grimm gets him with his other hand and this time Willard is frantic to not fall prey to it. He struggles to remain upright as those pressure points are penetrated. The faithful, as has been the case all match long, are fully behind Grimm. Willard refuses to tap but is in danger of being pinned...Grimm senses an interloper and pays for being right by way of mist in the eyes! The bell is called for! Jerry Andrews: I knew it was too good to be true! Damn that--- Ace Anderson: God bless Destiny Willard! The Anarchist looks up to his wife as she cradles him in her arms. She takes care of and makes sure he's ok before getting him out of the ring. Grimm is left to get his eyes flushed from the burning substance while she pulls him away from the ringside area. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification: Grimm! Jerry Andrews: He was cheated! You can quote me on that. Jason Willard was about to be pinned, but he had his wife come save his ass! Ace Anderson: Maybe Grimm should've let go sooner. I think he brought what she did on himself. Jerry Andrews: I'll be happy to tell him you said that. Ace Anderson: You're so right, Jerry. Grimm was cheated. I completely agree with you. The last thing cameras show is Grimm death staring the stage.

Jerry Andrews: Of course, that was the last time we saw Jason Willard compete in a match on Trauma, as he retired shortly afterward following a loss to Stormm!

Ace Anderson: It wasn't of course, the last time we saw Grimm. We saw him tonight, victorious once again!

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure! What a match that was! And stay tuned, folks! After the break, we've got some more great matches from Trauma's history plus, later tonight, all three PCW titleholders will square off in a triple threat match! We'll be right back!

Tuesday November 11th, 2014 Match Four FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS Tag Team Match Murdoc & Nathan Saniti vs Sadistic & Grimm (International ©) Referee: Reaper Referee While The Dillinger Brothers enter as a unified front, Nathan Saniti and the now maskless Murdoc enter separately without so much as a friendly glance in each other’s direction. As Sadistic and Grimm take up their corner, Nathan and Murdoc move to separate turnbuckles as their posts. The Reaper referee steps forward to issue his instructions, reminding all four men that the rules of the night are Underground rules, meaning pinfall or submission ONLY. Turning to The Dillinger Brothers, he asks which will enter the ring first, Sadistic stepping between the ropes. Seeing this, Murdoc is over the top rope and in the ring before the Reaper can even turn to ask the Dillinger Brothers’ opponents the same question. There’s the bell, and the match begins! Murdoc lunges across the ring, Sadistic slithering backwards under the bottom rope and out of the ring, covertly slapping Grimm on the leg as he passes! Grimm wastes no time in entering the ring with a heavy haymaker at the ready, Murodc’s charge stopped short. Backing up a step, he glares across the ring at an unimpressed Phineas, the Reaper referee taking a tentative step forward to question the tag - only to stumble back in a textbook perfect display of NOPE as Murdoc steps forward with a huge right hand leveled straight at Grimm! Ducking under the first swing, Grimm is forced to dodge another, and another, Grimm backed towards the corner with Murdoc continuing to unload in his direction with surprisingly quick strikes. Several strikes and an opportunistic DDT later, Murdoc goes in to press the advantage but Grimm kicks up from the mat, a boot firing straight into Murdoc’s gut and doubling the larger man over! Grimm rolls quickly to his feet, another lock up in the center of the ring with Murdoc taking several punishing shots to the ribs before he shoves Grimm bodily away in a show of brute force, taking a few steps back towards the ropes to give some breathing room while he studiously ignores Nathan’s yells for tag in. Figuring it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission, a fed up Nathan gives up on getting a voluntary tag and slaps Murdoc’s beefy shoulder (harder than strictly necessary) as he bounces up over the top rope and into the fray! Murdoc grudgingly steps back through the ropes as Grimm regains his proper bearings and moves towards his corner, Sadistic reaching out for a smooth tag as fresh meat enters the ring. The combatants waste no time with formalities, tying it up in the center of the ring. Sadistic is first to break, tagging Nathan’s sides with a few quick jabs and forcing him to react with a block, a disturbingly no-nonsense N. Saniti grabbing the protecting limb and dragging Sadistic forward into an armbar! Wasting no time with his customary theatrics, Nathan swings Sadistic roughly around, Irish Whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a clothesline to slam Sadistic back first to the mat! Pulling Sadistic up by his hair, Nathan gets ready to lay in a punch to the face - which Sadistic lurches into, delivering a spectacular headbutt! Nathan reeling, Murdoc “helpfully” catching his staggering partner and dragging him through the ropes to the floor while lunging through and going straight for Sadistic! No fool, Sadistic again makes a beeline out of the ring, tagging Grimm back into the action as Sadistic himself stands with arms crossed, a sly, mocking smirk on his face. The two men in the ring once again begin exchanging punches, more slowly than earlier in the match but with no less force or determination. Nathan shouts at Murdoc from the apron to let him back into the match for his own pound of flesh going unheeded as Grimm blocks a punch from Murdoc, taking control of the slug fest to lay in with a series of open hand strikes! Grimm delivers several strong hits to Murdoc’s massive chest, backing him towards a corner while Sadistic hollers something raucous about chops being served! A round of punishing strikes later and Murdoc lets loose with a nasty knee strike to the gut, Grimm doubled over in pain as Murdoc throws him towards the corner! As Murdoc advances, Sadistic moves around the ring outside, shouting something the cameras can’t quite catch - but Murdoc DOES. Forgetting his quarry completely, Murdoc stands over Grimm to snatch at Sadistic, grabbing a fistful of hair! Muscles bunching, he gives an almighty tug - suddenly releasing! A PCWtron replay shows Grimm making a sharp strike up towards Murdoc’s inner thigh, the large man dropping to his knees! Grimm lets fall the Sword of Heimdall, smashing into Murdoc’s face with his own forehead and sending him crashing back onto the mat! Nathan looks on in angry horror as Grimm wraps Murdoc up tight, growling at the Reaper himself to make the pin! ...1! ...2! ...3! Winner: Grimm (International ©) & Sadistic via Pinfall We’re left with Murdoc staring at Sadistic and Grimm retreating, leaned against the bottom rope as Nathan leaves in absolute disgust over the proceedings.

Jerry Andrews: The Dillinger Brothers certainly caused some pain - and some nightmares during their time as allies in PCW.

Ace Anderson: They were downright NUTS! Don't tell them I said that.

Jerry Andrews: I won't, Ace. Your secret is safe with me... and the millions of people watching on TV right now. Anyway... let's get to another match!

Tuesday August 12th, 2014 Main Event Non-Title Singles Match ‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford (World ©) vs. ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght Referee: Eddie Lane "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. As the beat of the song kicks in, Showtime seems to pay little attention to it as he makes his way to the ring. No pomp, no circumstance ...just a man. A man with a renewed purpose and vitality. As Showtime enters the ring, he stalks around within the confines of the squared circle ... eagerly awaiting his shot at the reigning World Champion. The southern style guitars of ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex plays over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope. Whitey climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his championship belt high above his head with one arm, flashing a smug grin to the crowd before handing the belt over to the referee and taking his spot in his respective corner opposite Michael Wryght. Eddie Lane checking both individuals for foreign objects ... he finds none and this bout is underway! Whitey and Showtime each veterans of the Pure Class ring wars, they’re not too eager to charge recklessly into the opening moments of the match. Steady and sure, methodical. Getting ahead of ones’ self is the easiest way to end up facing the arena lights. The two men circling the ring with slight trepidation, it’s a collar-and-elbow tie up. Both men jockeying for position, neither man can get the upper hand and it isn’t long before the referee interjects himself to break the hold. The two men testing each other out, it seems ... it’s another collar-and-elbow tie up. THIS time, Showtime is quick to slip to Whitey’s back in a waist lock. Whitey looking for a way out, he uses his left leg to sweep the left leg of Wryght! Wryght topples to the mat while Whitey maintains control of Showtime’s left leg. Pivoting on his heel, Whitey flips over Showtime and violently wrenches on the leg as he somersaults over. Incredible pressure and torque on the left knee, Showtime is obviously feeling some pain. Not one to shy away from exploiting a weakness, Whitey moves in as Showtime pulls himself to his feet across the ring. Whitey going for a basement dropkick, Showtime hops up over Whitey instinctively and comes crashing down onto Whitey’s exposed chest with a heavy elbow drop. Whitey gasping for breath, Showtime throws several boots to Whitey’s chest and face.  It’ll be interesting to see how Showtime’s leg holds up over the course of the match. Showtime dragging Whitey up, Whitey responds with a wild haymaker that rocks Showtime! Showtime staggering a bit, he lets loose with the first helping of chops for Whitey Ford! Whitey clutching at his chest, the stinging blows enough to stop him momentarily ... Showtime grabs Whitey by the wrist and forearm and with a heavy yank forces him across the ring! Whitey bouncing off of the ropes, Showtime goes for a clothesline but Whitey ducks right underneath it as he races to the opposite side of the ring.  Whitey bouncing off of the ropes for some added momentum, Whitey ducks and Showtime hops into the air for a leap frog ... but Whitey stops before passing under Showtime and catches him by the waist and legs before driving him backfirst into the mat with a hellacious spinebuster! A rare miscalculation from Michael Wryght, he’s suffering for it as Whitey quickly attempts a pinfall! 1 ... 2 ... ... Showtime kicks out at two!  Whitey Ford smiles and returns to his feet, grabbing hold of Showtime's wounded leg and dragging him towards the ropes.  Flipping him onto his stomach, Whitey hooks Showtime's legs with his own ... locking them in surfboard position.  The upper half of Wryght's body still in the ring, Whitey reaches in through the ropes and locks his fingers under Showtime's chin ... leaning back and making a beautiful surfboard hold with the ropes used as a fulcrum against the small of Showtime's back.  That pressure, along with the earlier targeting of Showtime's knee, is enough to make a normal competitor head back to the clubhouse. Whitey knows that he only has a count of five before the hold must be broken, so he makes use of every millisecond available to him in order to inflict more pain on his opponent.  As the referee reaches five, Whitey releases his grip on Showtime's jawbone and lets Showtime crash face-first against the mat.  Whitey slides back and finds himself falling to the floor outside the ring.  Not a heavy bump, but it can't be too pleasant that's for sure.   As Whitey stands and and dusts himself off, he smirks at the crowd as he watches Showtime start to slither away from the ropes.  It's been pretty one-sided thus far, but Showtime might have some tricks up his sleeve just yet.  As Whitey climbs onto the apron, he crouches down ... almost as if he's preparing to springboard in with some attack.  However, Showtime ... such a VETERAN in the ring and a master at timing, springs to life suddenly!  Kicking the ankles of Whitey at the right moment, Whitey stumbles off the apron and meets said apron with his face. Whitey clutching at his jaw, he staggers around as Showtime is up and on his feet!  He's sizing the man up, taking aim ... THERE HE GOES!  Showtime springboards over the top rope, descending onto Whitey Ford with a beautiful plancha!  The impact leaving Whitey crumpled on the floor, Showtime remains on top of Whitey and lets the fists fly.  Heavy shots, POUNDING shots on Whitey's head.  He's already being counted out, who cares about disqualification right NOW?! Showtime reaching the end of his count, he grabs Whitey and rolls him into the ring.  Following suit, Showtime rolls into the ring himself ... to find Whitey bouncing off the ropes.  Taking advantage of the split-second time delay, Whitey knows that he HAS to get back into the driver's seat.  Showtime ducking the clothesline, Whitey rebounds and lands the second clothesline .... right at the same time that Showtime lands a clothesline! Both men crashing to the canvas, the referee begins to count both men out. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... Both men are beginning to stir. 4 ... 5... 6 ... Suddenly, there is commotion.  But from where?! Half of the audience is paying attention to the entrance where ... Grimm and Sadistic, the other two members of the Black Hand, are making their way to the ring.  The OTHER half of the audience is focused on the area directly behind the commentary table where ... Murdoc and Eira have appeared and are climbling over the barricade. Both competitors in the ring having made it to their feet, the count is halted but the REAL focus is on the outside of the ring.  Murdoc and Eira standing on one side of the ring .... Grimm and Sadistic on the other ... Whitey Ford has no idea what to expect. Who are they here for? Are they here for each other? Does either side really give a damn about him? As he sizes up the situation, Showtime is quick to act and ... instead of attacking Whitey ... rushes the ropes and dives through straight at Murdoc and Eira! Grimm and Sadistic choosing to step onto the apron, Whitey takes this as an act of aggression and rushes them. Letting the fists fly, Grimm and Sadistic attack Whitey Ford while Murdoc and Eira dismantle Showtime on the other side after having recovered from the suicide dive ... the referee has lost ALL control of this match and has no choice but to declare this one a ... WINNER: NO CONTEST Showtime breaking away from Murdoc and Eira, Whitey manages to shake Grimm and Sadistic and each side becomes neutral once again in order to avoid security and blah blah blah. No need to have a full on war JUST yet. Murdoc and Eira on the apron now, Whitey stands in the middle of the ring ... casting concerned glances to either side. Sandwiched between two inexorable forces ... what is next for the World Champ and PCW as a whole?!

Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 Singles Match Sadistic (World ©) vs. Gem Referee: Eddie Lane Trauma returns from its last commercial break to find PCW's World Champion already waiting anxiously in the ring. Sadistic is almost shaking with excitement at the thought of getting his hands on Gem. The hard edge of Anberlin's opening chords to “Little Tyrant” sound throughout the arena as Gem marches out from the back with Grant on her heels. The assassin is all business as her eyes remain trained on the Phenom. Jerry Andrews: Okay, we've got the extra TV time. This is costing us, but damn if it isn't worth the money! This has been brewing for quite some time. Sadistic has been calling out Gem for months. Belittling her. Goading her. Trying to humiliate her. Now she's finally got the chance to shut him up and prove to the world that she belongs in the main event. Ace Anderson: A hundred bucks says this one doesn't end cleanly. Not with Sadistic's Black Hand brothers lurking about. Gem wipes her feet on the ring apron before entering the squared-circle. Eddie Lane, pulling double duty officiating tonight, checks both competitors before starting the impromptu match. Sadistic has the size, strength, and experience advantage, but Gem has him trumped in speed, agility, and motivation. Sadistic doesn't waste any time going after his smaller opponent. The Phenom lunges after Gem, but she nimbly dodges out of the way and peppers him with body kicks. The cat and mouse continues with Gem continuing to elude Sadistic and go to the body. The shots to the body are beginning to take their toll and Billy is getting visibly frustrated. Jerry Andrews: Gem is using speed and a sound strategy to stay out of Sadistic's reach. Gem evades Sadistic's advances as Grant yells encouragement from ringside. The young assassin is at the top of her game and seemingly has the World Champion well-scouted. Sadistic nearly has Gem cornered, but a lunge forward leaves Sadistic facing the turnbuckles holding nothing but air. The Phenom turns and takes a barrage of pinpoint strikes that knock him into the corner. Gem turns to run the ropes, but the wily veteran Sadistic grabs her by the hair and slams the back of her head into the mat. The fans boo the questionable tactic, but Sadistic feels no remorse for his actions. Having his young opponent right where he wants her, he drops a stiff stomp right into Gem's chest! Ace Anderson: Things aren't looking good for Gem. The champ has really slowed the pace of this match, and that clearly favors Sadistic. Jerry Andrews: Obviously both competitors have been through a lot tonight and this is where the champion's experience pays off. Indeed, Sadistic takes full advantage and unleashes all manner of dirty, underhanded punishments upon Gem. Just when it looks like Sadistic is about to be disqualified, he breaks whatever illegal hold it is he has applied. He isn't just trying to punish her(which he's doing a fine job of), he's trying to humiliate her. Holding onto the ropes for leverage, pulling her hair, gouging her eyes...you name it, Sadistic is doing it. The Faithful are clearly not in favor of Sadistic's extra-brutal tactics. Jerry Andrews: Billy Sadistic isn't just trying to beat her. He's making an example of her. He's trying to put her out of commission. Sadistic follows up a body slam by slapping Gem across the face. More booing from the crowd. Sadistic attempts a cover by placing a boot on Gem's chest. Gem kicks out and tries to crawl towards the corner, but Sadistic is there with a vicious stomp to the back. And another. And another. Yarding Gem up off the canvas, he plants her with a German suplex before heading to the top rope. A perfect swandive headbutt from the top turnbuckle connects and Gem is hurting in a bad way. Jerry Andrews: This is sick. Ace Anderson: This is Billy Sadistic. Since his return last year, the Phenom has been nearly unstoppable. He's destroyed everyone put in his path on his way to winning the World Championship, and it looks like Gem will be his next victim. The Phenom locks Gem in for the Sadistic DDT...but the youngster is able to counter with a release Northern Lights suplex! The crowd is back behind Gem, but she's still exhausted. Sadistic is back up first and he drives a knee into Gem's ribs! Dragging Gem to the corner by her hair, he pulls her up and Irish whips her to the opposite corner, but Gem reverses! Sadistic his the corner hard and Gem is right behind him with a spear into the corner that drives the wind from his lungs! Sadistic staggers and drops to his hands and knees. Gem nimbly runs up the turnbuckles before launching off the top and crushing Sadistic with a double foot stomp to the back! Gem with the cover! 1...2...kickout! Jerry Andrews: Gem's caught her second wind, and she's taking the fight to the World Champion! Grant bangs his fists on the ring apron as the fans are stomping and clapping along with him! The whole Pure Class Arena is squarely in the corner of Gem! Now it's Sadistic who is hurting in a bad way. Gem sizes Sadistic up before connecting with a precision kick to the back of the head! Ace Anderson: Cold! Gem just connected with Cold...and Sadistic might be OUT cold! Gem makes the cover and hooks the leg, but Sadistic is able to get the shoulder up at two. Gem locks in an arm lock, but Sadistic slowly powers his way back to his feet. Gem continues to fight for the submission, but Sadistic shrugs her up into the air and smashes her with a modified powerbomb! The wind is taken out of the crowd's sails. Ready to put an end to Gem once and for all and snap her in half, Sadistic locks in his crossface submission hold. Jerry Andrews: Phenomenal. He calls it Phenomenal, and he's got it locked in right in the center of the ring! I think Gem's luck has just. Run. Out. The fans try to rally behind Gem to give her the strength to fight out of the hold, but she's got nowhere to go. Sadistic continues to wrench on Gem's neck and she's fading fast. Gem slowly inches towards the ropes, but Sadistic's got her locked in tight. Eddie Lane checks with Gem, but she refuses to tap out. Ace Anderson: Gem will pass out before she taps out. But she'll do neither. In a last ditch effort, Gem is able to curl her fingers around the bottom rope! The fans let out a sigh of relief as Sadistic fully utilizes the five-count before breaking the hold. Jerry Andrews: You can't break this Gem! Gem struggles to stand as Sadistic lays in heavy stomps. Amused with Gem's determination, Sadistic crouches in the corner and waits for her to stand. And then he blasts her with a lunging clothesline! Gem is running on fumes as Sadistic pulls her to her feet and locks her head under his arm. He mocks the fans and then mocks Grant with his free hand before planting Gem on the top of her head in the center of the ring with the Sadistic DDT! Ace Anderson: Sadistic DDT. That should do it. Having put Gem in her place, Sadistic laughs to himself while wagging a finger at Grant who watches angrily from ringside. Scooting back over to Gem, he casually rolls her onto her back and reclines over her body with his arms lazily outstretched in a victory pose. Eddie Lane slides into position to make the count. Jerry Andrews: One...two...thr...WHAT THE HELL?! In a flash, Gem has somehow maneuvered beneath Sadistic and locked in a Tazzmission! It takes the fans a moment to realize what's happened, but when they do they're on their feet! Ace Anderson: Gem's got the Endless Night locked in!!! Sadistic rolls onto his stomach with Gem hanging off his back and works his way to his feet! The Phenom reaches for the ropes, but Gem uses what's left of her remaining strength to pull Sadistic back towards the center of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Can she do it?! Does Gem have enough left in the tank to submit the World Champion?! Sadistic presses forward dragging Gem along in his quest to reach the ropes. The Phenom's fingers are able to reach the top rope, and that's when Gem executes a martial arts trip to bring Sadistic back to the mat! She's able to slide in a body scissors and the Faithful are cheering so loud that the Pure Class Arena is rumbling! Ace Anderson: She's got it! She's got it! The ropes are nearly within reach of Sadistic's outstretched hand! And here come Grimm and Showtime! Plowing through the crowd and hopping the guardrail... Jerry Andrews: No. Not like this! Out of nowhere, Eira is on the scene! She blindsides Phinehas and Wryght with a charging shoulder tackle! Caught by surprise, Grimm and Showtime spin to their feet and make for the ring. But it's too late... TAP TAP TAP Jerry Andrews: He tapped! Billy Sadistic just tapped out! Gem has submitted the World Champion!!! The PCW Faithful explode! Every fan is on their feet and the volume is deafening! Ace Anderson: Is she main event material now?! Can you see her now?! Gem releases the hold and rolls to the outside where she's met by an ecstatic Grant! Winner: Gem by submission @ 17:44 Showtime and Grimm roll into the ring alongside an infuriated Billy Sadistic as Gem, Eira and Grant backpedal up the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, later tonight you're going to see the PCW World Champion take on the PCW North American Champion and the PCW Genesis Champion in a match! Right now, though, let's go back almost a decade to see a match pitting the then World Champion against the PCW International Champion! Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011 Singles Match Mike Park (World Champion) vs. Heavy Metal (International Champion) Referee: Eddie Lane Match Details: This match marks the first time that Heavy Metal would battle Mike Park. The two have taken very different roads to the PCW and their championships. For Heavy Metal, wrestling is all he knows. Growing up in the business, Metal has traveled the world and competed extensively in Mexico, where he gained his biggest success outside of the PCW. Park, on the other hand, uses wrestling as an outlet from his day job of detective. But despite their different paths to becoming a PCW champion, they both are adored by the fans, and are deserving to be champion. Heavy Metal made his entrance first. The PCW Faithful have never shy-ed away from expressing how much they love him. As he strutted out, he used his PCW International Championship as if it was a guitar, and the fans just ate it up. When in the ring, he draped the championship over his shoulder and awaited his opponent. Out next was Mike Park, and it had to be a little unsettling for the newly-crowned PCW World Champion to receive a lesser crowd response than his opponent. That said, Park was still highly over with the crowd. He walked to the ring, determined, but slapped a few of the fans hand at ringside. Once he got into the ring, he climbed the middle turnbuckle pad and raised his championship in the air. After jumping down, he and Metal walked towards the center of the ring, but stayed a bit of a distance away. Mark Long then went into super special ring announcing mode. When he announced Heavy Metal as International Champion, Metal again played some guitar on it. When he announced Park as World Champion, Park raised it high in the air, leaning it a little closer to Metal's face. When the introductions were done, Park handed his title to referee Eddie Lane. When Eddie went to Metal to receive the PCW International Championship, Metal was careful to fold it, and then gave it a kiss before handing it away. And with that, the match begin. The match started with Park and HM both jockeying for position. Park took control of the match first, surprising Heavy Metal with a quick flash quick. Roth quickly got back to his feet, only to be taken down with a spinning wheel kick. When Heavy Metal got back onto his feet again, Park went to grab him, but whatever it was Park was trying to do, was unsuccessful, as Metal hit a picture-perfect spinning head-scissors crossface. But Park was too close to the ropes, and was able to reach it for the break. Heavy Metal broke clean, and then allowed Park to get to his feet. The fans responded well by applauding appreciatively, and both Park and Roth did a little head nod of good sportsmanship. The match cut to and from commercial, seamlessly, and for the next twenty-minutes, the two continued to do move, counter-move. Each man used a variety of high-flying moves. One such move was when Heavy Metal caught Mike Park with a Frankensteiner off the top-ropes into mounted punches. Another example would be when Park nearly got the victory after nailing a bridged German Suplex on Roth, from the middle turnbuckle pad. But a Heavy Metal match once again comes down to Eddie Lane officiating. The finish to the match saw Park hit the ropes, only for Roth to catch Park surprisingly with a scoop slam on the rebound. Roth, without doubt, quickly jumped into the air, and nailed Park with a standing Air Guitar. Metal instinctively went for the pin, and Eddie dived for the count. One...two...thrkickoutee! Park kicked out at the exact moment Eddie brought his hand down to the mat. Most other officials would continue the match, but Eddie Lane signaled for the bell at the 26 minute and 23 second mark. International Champion Heavy Metal defeated World Champion Mike Park. Winner(s): Heavy Metal via pinfall Eddie Lane quickly leaves the ring. Roth is unsure of what exactly happens, but you can tell that he isn't the most pleased man of the night, even after he just defeated the World Champion. He helps Park to his feet, and, after receiving it from Mark Long, handed Mike Park the PCW World Championship.

Tuesday September 8th, 2015 Singles Match for the PCW World Championship HEAVEN VS HELL CATHEDRAL GRUDGE MATCH Sadistic (World ©) vs Eira (North American ©) Referee: ??? Ace Anderson: This... this is a MATCH. As just announced, Eira has chosen the venue and match stipulations of her shot at Sadistic’s World Championship Title! Jerry Andrews: I still can’t quite wrap my head around it. She couldn’t have let him know a bit earlier to prepare? I mean, the brass MUST have known, and no one told him? Or us??? Ace Anderson: Well, we have no way of knowing whether or not he knew, you know? Jerry Andrews: ...yes? Anyway, we’ll be limited to broadcast for this match, but like we saw at the Junkyard Brawl between Murdoc and NCM at Mass Destruction IV it certainly won’t limit the intensity! Ace Anderson: I’m just wondering who the hell the ref is gonna be - it’s down to the wire and no one’s picked the zebra! In the PCW Arena, Sasha Greene steps into the ring with a microphone, her voice ringing out over the sound system. “Tonight’s match is set for one fall, with no disqualifications and no time limit! Owing to the brutal nature of the match, viewer discretion IS advised, and Pure Class Wrestling cannot be held liable for any mental or emotional disturbances.” The warlike chanting of "Death" by Demon Hunter marches out of the PCW loudspeakers as the arena lighting goes dark. The video pan over the crowd to catch the flashes of cameras lighting up the darkness with star(r)like bursts of light before the feed switches over to an aerial view of what might once have been a beautiful basilica. As it is now, the cobwebbed pews battle for the honor of most decayed with crumbling stone and the timeworn damage of the massive wooden cross at the pulpit. The camera view zooms in at various points, as though the vid techs were taking the hardware through its paces one final time before the match begins. Jerry Andrews: That looks even better than it did for the Junkyard Brawl! Ace Anderson: My understanding was that with more infrastructure in place and a smaller area to record, the techs were able to rig up a fairly comprehensive remote system. Jerry Andrews: Got the view, where’s the competitors? Ace Anderson: Expecting the usual entrances? No real room for pyros here, bud. Jerry Andrews: Well no, but - *CLANG* Jerry Andrews: What the hell is that?! Ace Anderson: Church bell? *CLANG* Jerry Andrews: Has to be. *CLANG* With the third peal of the bell, the sound of heavy wooden doors being thrown open carries over the sound system, the aerial view showing Sadistic’s wild salt-and-pepper tangles and Eira’s silvery mane slowly approaching each other. As they draw near, the cameras shift to a more horizontal view. “Introducing first… billing from Hangtown, Kentucky; weighing in at 6’1” and 231lbs…” Scanning first over Sadistic’s customary cargo pants and stained tank top, the lines of age on his face adding a crueler, rather than more vulnerable cast to his features. His unsettling antifreeze eyes glare across the intervening space towards his opponent. “YOUR PCW World Champion… BILLY SADISTIC!” The crowd goes wild with a mix of boos and cheers for the Black Hand member in this match, largely considered to be the leader of the crew. Sasha Greene takes a moment for the fans to quiet before continuing her introductory remarks. “And the challenger… billing from parts unknown; weighing in at 5'9” and 160lbs…” The feed then moves to Eira, clad as usual in black leather, left leg adorned with her metal spiked knee brace. Stretching nonchalantly, she affects unconcern but her fiery amber gaze remains locked on Sadistic. “YOUR PCW North American Champion… EIRA!” Ace Anderson: Looks like both competitors are here and the match is ready to go, but - Jerry Andrews: - we’re STILL without a referee! With those words a figure looms out of the darkness, priest’s cassock fitting closely to his massive chest before flowing down towards the floor, a draping hood obscuring his identity in shadows. Jerry Andrews: A PRIEST!? Ace Anderson: Looks bigger than any priest I’ve ever seen. Jerry Andrews: You don’t suppose it’s - Ace Anderson: There’s no way... is there? The… referee? Holds his hands out in a “stop” sign to each competitor, waiting for some unseen sign. Seconds later, another heavy clang of the bell rings out through the space and his hands drop, the huge man stepping back out of the way - and the match begins! Sadistic lunges in with a mean right hook - while at the same time Eira drops down for a leg sweep! Hitting her mark, she’s instantly the aggressor with the big man down, grabbing Sadistic by the hair and pulling him up - only to have him make contact with the punch! Eira recoils at the impact, Sadistic rushing forward, Eira’s quick reflexes and acrobating training enabling her to leap straight up into the air and grab the overhang of the choir pit - and swing her feet directly into Sadistic with a double kick to the face! Eira drops, catlike to the floor, her dark chuckle filtering through the audio as she watches Sadistic struggle to keep his feet. Staggering back, Billy’s pinwheeling arms grab at a nearby pew for purchase - the wood breaking off in his hand with a great, splintering crack! Scrambling, he rights himself with the giant slab of wood in hand, adjusting his grip and - Ace Anderson: OUCH! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic just went Happy Gilmore on Eira with a piece of church! Eira goes down hard at the inevitable conclusion of being broadsided with a plane of solid oak, immobile amongst the rubble as Sadistic’s boots crunch towards her. Reaching down he grabs a fistfil of bloodying, silvery white hair, bodily dragging her up the nave towards the altar in the center of the sanctuary. With a savage jerk he hauls her up in both arms, lifting her above his head and letting her drop onto the unyielding surface below, the sensitive audio equipment catching Sadistic’s muttering. “Flat on your back, stone altar, crumbling cathedral? I bet you’re just LOVING this. Let’s see if I can make it even better for you…” Sadistic rubs his hands together in anticipatory joy then runs them down her body just a hairsbreadth from physical touch… slowing as he reaches her abdomen… and drops a vicious elbow into her lower belly! Eira’s shriek rings out through the Arena, her body curling in around itself as she promptly retches over the side of the stone slab. Blood trickles down her face in rivulets from a wound somewhere near her hairline, the crimson liquid coloring her light hair to nightmarish effect. Jerry Andrews: That was uncalled for. Ace Anderson: I know these two hate each other but… that was needlessly cruel. Sadistic’s cackle of glee is harsh over the audio feed, the heavy thud of Eira hitting the marble floor a disturbing counterpoint to the raucous noise. The referee hovers close by, watching the proceedings without interjecting the one way or the other as Sadistic rounds the altar, reaching down again - only to be met with a kick to the side of the head! Jerry Andrews: She was playing possum! Ace Anderson: Or came to at EXACTLY the right second. Sadistic goes reeling, Eira scrambling to her feet and going immediately in on the attack! Kicks and jabs flying, she badgers Sadistic towards the entryway - then grabs his arm in an irish whip and slings him around back towards the sanctuary! Sadistic gets in a headlock, Eira managing to slip free with a few well aimed (but usually illegal) knee strikes. Jacking his arm up and back in a high angle armbar, she leverages him around and shoves him hard towards the jagged baptismal font - following up with a quick and heavy dropkick, a roar of pain echoing in waves through the vaulted ceiling space! Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD! Ace Anderson: What the F - *beep* Eira nods in pleased satisfaction, the dark stain on Sadistic’s shirt quickly growing as he hangs, impaled through his chest on the font’s broken stone cross - just a bit too high and a bit too far to the right for center mass! The North American Champion keeps a light hold on his throat as her stare tracks the approaching referee, keeping her stare trained on the referee, unable to see Sadistic’s eyes brightening in the gloom - her attention jerked back to him as an inhuman howl bursts forth from his throat as he tears himself down! Eira stumbles back, horrified rage carved deep into her features, blood pouring from Sadistic’s chest but still he stands. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” With the screamed question she launches herself at Sadistic, all training forgotten as she unloads with everything she has, powered by pure fury. Sadistic manages to block many of the strikes, but many more find their mark, the large man weakening, dropping to one knee… Ace Anderson: This is it! She’s doing it! ...only to surge upward from the floor, shoulder up under Eira’s midsection, running straight towards the wall in a charging fireman’s carry! Crushing her between the wall and his sheer mass, Sadistic lets her drop only to haul her up by the throat and slam her into the wall once - twice - THREE TIMES before letting her drop once more! Weaving on his feet, the blood loss beginning to take effect, Sadistic fumbling hand grabs her one more time, pulling her up and - Jerry Andrews: SADISTIC DDT! - he BLASTS her into the floor with his trademark, devastating DDT finisher! He drops to his knees, crossing Eira’s arms over her chest and collapsing on top of her, the robed referee gliding forward to make a count with his fingers, a toll of the bell answering each count. …*CLANG* …*CLANG* … …*CLANG* Winner & Retaining Champion: Sadistic World © via Pinfall Sadistic rolls off the still unresponsive Eira, going so far as to weakly shove her away in apparent disgust. His head falls back against the font with a hollow *thock*, near senseless, while the referee remains on one knee at Eira’s side. Brushing her bloodstained hair away from her face, he scoops her up in his arms, cradling her close and exiting the church with a calmly inexorable stride. The lights come up as the PCW Tron switches back to the Arena proper, Sasha Greene bringing the mic up for the official announcement: “Winner, and still YOUR Pure Class Wrestling World Champion - BILLY SADISTIC!” Ace Anderson: I really think that referee was - Jerry Andrews: I just hope whoever it is decides to take her to the hospital. We should have had medics on standby! Ace Anderson: They all refused after seeing what happened - and what nearly happened - at the Junkyard Brawl. They wouldn’t even leave the PCW Arena for triple pay! Jerry Andrews: Well, that’s the end of Eira and Sadistic. Ace Anderson: Do you really think so?

Jerry Andrews: That match remains one of the most unique - and most brutal - contests in PCW history!

Ace Anderson: I still can't believe I witnessed that! I need some time to recover! Let's go to commercial!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011 Icemann Invitational Quarter Finals Match Grimm vs. Nacho Grande Referee: Roberto Garcia Match Details: Last week, a car could not take out Grimm. Will Nacho Grande be able to this week? Nacho Grande is the first man out for this Icemann Invitational Tournament quarter finals bout. You can tell from the ovation that the PCW Faithful are really starting to get behind this fast-food high-flyer! Grimm is out next and the pop is unreal. Grimm has a knowing little smile on his face; a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. And this piece of happiness most certainly has nothing to do with his adoring audience. The Lord of Misrule enters the ring while a determined and focused Nacho Grande glares at him from across the ring. Referee Garcia checks both participants before starting the match. Nacho charges in bravely and is put down quickly with a thrust kick. Grimm works over Grande in the early stages of the match before the Taco Bell employee is able to work in a little offense. Using some surprising speed and agility, Nacho flies around the ring trying to keep the Abomination of Desolation off balance. A daredevil in his own right, Phinehas Grimm begins matching him move for move in what amounts to a fantastic collage of high-paced counters, reversals, and acrobatic high spots! The fans are on their feet showing their appreciation for such awesome athleticism. And it's Nacho Grande who now holds the advantage after a missed splash in the corner staggers the Crimson Demon! Gaining momentum, Nacho scores several near-falls against the Destroyer-at-Noonday. Sensing fatigue in his opponent, Nacho moves in for the kill and hefts Grimm onto his shoulders for the Eat Late Even Great. With viper-like quickness, Grimm reverses into the Lament Configuration and the crowd goes bananas! Nacho is hurting in a bad way as Grimm looks down at him, curiously tilting his head to one side. Grimm is moments away from advancing to the next round of the tournament when... ..."Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs over the speakers. Grimm's back immediately stiffens as he turns to face the entrance. The PCW-Tron comes to life: "Something Sadistic this way comes." Grimm's eyes are locked to the words on the big screen. His facial expression gives away nothing, but something is definitely amiss. This is all the opportunity a groggy Nacho Grande needs to schoolboy Phinehas from behind. 1...2...3! The fans are astonished as Nacho quickly exits the ring, picking up the victory at the 12 minute 26 second mark. Grimm slowly stands; his attention never leaving the PCW-Tron as the words fade away. Nacho leans on the guardrail outside the ring, basking in the adoration of his fans. Winner(s): Nacho Grande via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande! What a competitor!

Ace Anderson: You've got to be a true competitor to not only survive a match against Grimm, but to actually win, no matter the circumstances!

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure. Let's see another match from back in 2011 right now!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011 World Championship #1 Contender's Singles Match Non Compos Mentis vs. Usali Basilisk Referee: Eric Russo Match Details: The bell rings three times and ring announcer Mark Long is positioned in the ring. Mark Long: The next match is your main event of the evening and is for the number one contendership to the PCW World Championship! ‘Hells Bells’ by ACDC hits and the crowd give a mixed yet mostly negative reaction to the former North American Champion who walks out onto the stage. Non Compos Mentis looks nervous as he stands on the stage but begins to walk to the ring anyway. The crowd boos and he looks disappointed at their reacting but resigned to it as he climbs into the ring and gets prepared for the important match ahead. Jerry Andrews: Two weeks ago we saw Non Compos Mentis effective forfeit his North American Title by hitting High Tide with a steel chair. Al Laiman: But losing that title has put NCM into a position to challenge for the biggest prize in the game. By hook or crook he’s in the running for the PCW World Title. ACDC is cut off and replaced by Frou Frou and ‘Holding Out For A Hero’ and a chorus of resounding cheers to the man that beat Lantlas two weeks ago and is now, as a result, immortal. Usali Basilisk walks out onto the stage and the cheers get louder. He, in complete contrast to NCM, is looking totally confident and all-powerful as he strides down the ramp showing the book of Ascension to all the fans at ringside. Climbing onto the apron he quickly flips over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring. Jerry Andrews: And what a surreal sight we experienced when Usali Basilisk beat Lantlas and attained immortality, only to be engulfed in...well… what can only be described as a cloud of red and blue smoke and then completely disappear. Al Laiman: It was one of the weirdest sights I’ve seen in wrestling, and I’ve seen some good ones. The music cuts and Usali remains in the middle of the ring while NCM holds himself as far into the corner as he can get. Something is clearly not right with NCM… but what’s different there? Checking both men for concealed weapons, the referee is satisfied and signals for the bell. Usali stays in the middle of the ring but in the corner NCM is deathly still with his head bowed. He stays that way for a few moments until, suddenly, he lifts his head and shows a demonic look in his eye that was not there before the bell rang. Out of nowhere he comes flying out of the corner and tackles Usali off his feet. Unable to protect himself in time, Usali is hit with a barrage of frantic blows to the head as NCM ignores the silver ceremonial mask. The referee begins to count already to disqualify NCM put he pulls back just before the five. Jerry Andrews: A very aggressive start from Non Compos Mentis. Al Laiman: What else were you expecting? NCM goes straight back on the offensive, hitting a boot to the chest of Usali followed by another couple. He quickly drags Basilisk back to his feet, but gives him no time to catch his breath as he lifts a knee straight into his gut and then a clubbing double axe handle to the back. Grabbing Usali’s arm, Mentis whips him across the ring and then rushes forward with a Lariat attempt. The Grand High Exalted One ducks under the arm and, as both men turn, lashes out with a toe kick. Trying to find some momentum he hits back with a couple of forearm shots to the head of NCM and puts him back on the ropes. Whipping Mentis across the ring, Usali goes for a shoulder block but his opponent is too powerful and knocks him to the mat with the same move. Hitting the ropes, NCM jumps over Usali on the return but gets met with a huge dropkick the second time, sending him all the way to the outside. Jerry Andrews: A fast and furious start and the crowd is behind Usali all the way. The crowd begins to chant “U-SA-LI!” as he measures up the vulnerable Mentis for something big. Rushing at the ropes he is about to throw himself over the top when NCM quickly pulls away from the apron and out of Usali’s line of fire. Changing their tone immediately the fans begin to boo NCM for saving his bacon as he walks around to the other side of the ring. He looks frustrated but he looks completely bewildered a moment later when Usali launches his feet into his head with a Dropkick Style Baseball slide. Pulling NCM to his feet, Usali throws him back into the ring and follows. Al Laiman: Big mistake from Mentis, do not take your eye off your opponent. Usali hits another series of elbows to the recovering Mentis, forcing him back to the ropes. Trying to whip him across the ring again, Usali is reversed and whipped hard instead. Going into the ropes, however, Usali performs an astounding handspring, balancing upsidedown and bouncing back into the ring before going for a high speed flying back elbow. As he is about to hit the move, NCM catches Usali in mid-air and hauls him over before dropping him straight down on his neck with a sickening Backdrop Driver. Jerry Andrews: Back To Madness…is it over already?! One… Two…. T…KICK OUT! Angered by the kick out, the Born Psycho gives a cruel look at the referee before refocusing and nailing another big boot to the chest. Usali rolls onto his chest to protect himself but there’s no escape as NCM stands above him and locks in a Camel Clutch. Pulling back hard on the hurt neck of the Immortal one, NCM looks for the submission but Usali give a distinct “No!” to the referee. Al Laiman: We haven’t seen the submission game from Mentis a lot, perhaps a sign he’s becoming even more methodical and focused with the importance of this match. The reaction from Mentis is to pull back even harder, but somehow Usali manages to loosen his arms. Fighting back, he forces himself out of the hold and then slides backwards through NCM’s legs like the serpentine creature in his surname. Before Mentis can react, Basilisk jumps to his feet and his leaps up with a huge dropkick. Mentis flies forward and falls throat first onto the middle rope as Usali lands on his feet and immediately hits the opposite ropes. On the rebound he hits a running dropkick to the back of Mentis, crushing his back and his throat against the ring-rope. As both men get to their feet, Usali keeps up the momentum and locks in a Crucifix from behind before rolling him back into a pin. One… Two…. THR…NO! Usali gets to his feet and pulls Mentis up with him. With a couple of headbutts with the silver mask he tries to weaken Mentis and then locks up for a Northern Lights Suplex. He attempts to haul the heavier man off his feet but he isn’t weak enough yet and resists. Usali tries again but this time he’s taken off guard as NCM wraps his hands around his waist and lifts him into position for some kind of bomb. Somehow Usali hits out with an elbow to the top of NCM’s head and then another, allowing him to slide free and drop to his feet behind. When Mentis turns to see where he us, the Numaki endorsed superstar jumps up and wraps his legs around his opponents neck in a Hurricanrana… but again NCM is too strong and hauls Usali back up into a powerbomb position before driving into the corner and hitting a bomb into the turnbuckles. Jerry Andrews: This match is going back and forth by the second. Al Laiman: Both men want to be on top of the pyramid, I expect nothing less from both of them. Mentis pulls away from the corner and shakes loose a few cobwebs, then turns and charges with all his power. He launches himself like a missile into the corner but Usali dives of the way at the last moment and NCM crashes and burns straight into the ring post. Clutching his shoulder in agony, Mentis recoils straight into Usali who grabs his head and runs up the turnbuckles, rotating and driving him into the mat dome first with a spine-crushing Tornado DDT. One… Two… THREE! NO! Usali asks how in Namaki’s name that was only two, but the referee shrugs. Getting back to the matter at hand, Basilisk drags NCM’s groggy body up to his feet and pushes him into the ropes. He hits the unpredictable former North American Champion with another headbutt and then whips him across the ring again, only to be reversed. On the rebound, Usali’s stomach gets very acquainted with the knee of Mentis as he lunges forward with a kitchen sink, sending Usali crashing to the mat. Mentis takes the opening with gusto and drives yet more air out of his opponent with a collection of brutal and fast elbow drops across the chest. Jerry Andrews: A flurry of elbows and that’s the ruthless NCM we know. NCM sets himself above the downed Usali and prepares himself before jumping high into the air and dropping like a rock with another huge elbow drop. Unfortunately for him, Usali rolls out of the way and elbow meets canvas…hard. Pulling himself up with help from the ropes, Usali sees his opportunity and jumps onto the middle rope, springing backward with a High Leg Lariat across the neck of his opponent, dropping them both to the mat. Al Laiman: It’s all being left out there in this match. NCM crawls over to the corner as Usali gets to his feet at the opposite. Quickly, Usali rushes across the ring and jumps up as if to go for a Monkey Flip, but Mentis dodges and Usali lands on the middle ropes. NCM moves in behind Usali and places his head between his legs, lifting the high flier into the uncomfortable position of an Electric Chair. Trying to move back into the middle of the ring, Mentis is too groggy to stay stable and Usali takes full advantage. The immortal half-deity falls backward and drags Mentis the same way, planting him straight down on the top of his head with a horrific Reverse Hurricanrana. Al Laiman: Usali might be immortal now, but NCM is DEAD! One… Two…. THREE! NOOO! Jerry Andrews: Not yet he isn’t. Usali looks at the referee then back at NCM with disbelief and holds his head in his hands. Deciding to finish the match there and then, Basilisk gets to his feet and pulls the ALMOST dead Mentis back to his feet. Suddenly, with a rush of adrenaline through his body, Mentis lifts a shocked Usali onto his shoulders and throws him around immediately before driving his silver encased head into the mat with a brutal TKO. Jerry Andrews: Nobody saw that coming! Al Laiman: NCM is the very embodiment of unpredictability. Still exhausted, Mentis is unable to capitalise on the move and both men remain on the mat. Jerry Andrews: These guys are putting it all on the line here tonight! Al Laiman: Of course they are, Jerry! A shot at the World Championship is on the line! Mentis is eventually able to drape an arm over the motionless Basilisk. One... Two... THR...KICKOUT! Usali shoots his right shoulder up and Non Compos Mentis wanted the three! The fans are rallying behind the Immortal One and both men are back up, albeit on wobbly legs. NCM scores with a boot to the guts and pulls Usali in for the Fractured Mind! Basilisk counters with a backdrop, scores with a jumping elbow, and then heads to the top rope! Sizing up the Born Psycho, Basilisk takes flight with the Ascension Dive! Mentis rolls out of the way at the last second and the immortal crashes hard. The fans groan. Jerry Andrews: So close!!! Pulling the cult leader to his feet, Mentis locks him in for an Evenflow DDT...but Usali hangs onto the top rope as Mentis falls to the mat. Usali connects with a dropping headbutt that crosses NCM's eyes! Pulling Mentis up by his ears, Usali sets him up and lifts him for the Ascension Bomb! Jerry Andrews: Here it is! But NCM wiggles free and drops to his feet. Both men turn and it's Mentis that strikes with a thumb to the eye! Followed by a boot to the stomach! Followed by the Fractured Mind along the edge of the ring! Jerry Andrews: FRACTURED MIND! Mentis slowly pulls himself on top of Usali as the referee slides into position. Is Usali's foot under the bottom rope? It's hard to tell from this vantage point. One... Two... THREE!!! Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis has done it! NCM will get a shot at the World Championship! Winner(s): Non Compos Mentis via pinfall (The fans boo as AC/DC starts back up. NCM rolls onto his back with one fist raised in the air. As the referee recognizes Mentis as the winner, Justin "Stormm" Michaels slowly strolls out from the back with his World Championship slung over his shoulder. He give a pretentious golf clap. NCM finally recognizes PCW's most hated man and a smile slowly forms across his face. And then LoKi emerges from the back to a thunderous applause.) Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is he doing out here? (Stormm is obviously caught off guard, but LoKi doesn't even so much as glance at his Return to Glory opponent. The Angel of Death heads straight for the ring and wastes no time in acquiring a microphone.) LoKi: Cut the music. (The music cuts out abruptly and the cheers from the crowd slowly die out.) LoKi: First off, I'd like to congratulate you both on a hard fought match. This is the kind of action that these people pay to see. (The fans cheer.) LoKi: But that's not why I'm out here. Non Compos Mentis. When that next pay-per-view rolls around, you'll be the one getting a shot at the World Championship... (Stormm is clearly interested in where LoKi is going with this, as is Non Compos Mentis.) LoKi: But don't plan on facing Justin Michaels...because at Trauma 100 I'm cashing in my rematch clause! (The fans erupt, and Justin Michaels definitely doesn't like this turn of events; his face turning red with anger.) LoKi: Justin Michaels...for the past two months, you've tormented me. You've embarassed me. And you've taken the one thing that I've worked so hard to obtain. So it's with great happiness that I tell you... (LoKi and Stormm have locked eyes. You can cut the tension with a knife.) LoKi: In four weeks, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU APART! (The crowd erupts as the show ends with a hate filled staredown.)

Tuesday, September 27, 2011 Tag Team Championship Ladder Match Grimm & Sadistic © vs. Los Dos Amigos Referee: Tyrone Little Match Details: ‘Play With Me’ By Extreme hits to signify the start of the Main Event and the crowd goes wild. The challengers for the PCW Tag Team Championships Los Dos Amigos walk out onto the stage with huge smiles at the ovation they’re receiving and dash down to the ring, high fiving all their fans on the way down. On the way to the ring they pass a ladder positioned at ringside and halt. Giving each other a look, the dynamic duo grab the ladder and slide it under the bottom rope before entering the ring themselves. As Nacho and Heavy Metal pace the ring mat to oblivion in waiting for their opponents, the crowd call for the war to begin. They don’t have to wait long as ‘Rusty Cage’ by Soundgarden begins to play and a haunting mist descends over the entrance ramp. The eerie atmosphere heightens until, finally, the PCW Tag Team Champion, The Brothers Dillinger, The Hangtown Hillbillies, The Masters of a Thousands Nicknames, Grimm and Sadistic walk out. Immediately they’re confronted by a barrage of boos and jeers but they don’t care. The fearsome brothers walk down the ramp and stop at the bottom, waiting just outside the ring. Jerry Andrews: There they are, the Gruesome Twosome, can they defend those Tag Team Titles yet again against Los Dos Amigos? Al Laiman: It’s hard to look past them, but if anyone can do it it’s Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal. Jerry Andrews: Exactly, we’re in for a close one here and… what the! The voice of PCW is cut off as Nacho picks up the ladder they’d previously moved into the ring and launches it over the top rope at the Brothers. Just aware enough, they catch the ladder on the outside and grin…well… sadistically. They aren’t as aware, however, of Heavy Metal who has hit the far ropes and throws himself over the top rope with an awe inspiring Somersault Dive. The Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem crashes straight into the ladder and both Brothers. Al Laiman: Heavy Metal just sacrificed his body and the match hasn’t even begun yet! Jerry Andrews: There’s the bell, Al, guess the timekeeper realised this match wasn’t going to be playing by the rules, so why let them get in the ring first. Tyrone Little, only there to make sure the doctors are called when somebody gets killed, goes outside to check on all three competitors. He’s disappointed to see that nobody is dead yet but they’re still not moving much. Still in the middle of the ring, Nacho starts a ‘Hea-Vy-Me-Tal!’ chant with the crowd and pumps his fist in excitement. His celebrations continue as if he doesn’t realise the match has begun. Then, in a flash of enlightenment, THE Taco Bell Hero realises he’s all alone and the titles are hanging above his head. Al Laiman: Grab a ladder you masked moron! Nacho obliges PCW’s resident colour-commentator by climbing quickly to the outside and grabbing another ladder before sliding that one into the ring. Climbing back in, Nacho begins to set up the ladder as the crowd change their chant to “Nacho! Nacho!”. The masked luchador gets the ladder up but on the outside Grimm is beginning to stir. Beginning to climb, Nacho reaches for the titles after every step with the fans at fever pitch. The still groggy Grimm rolls into the ring and sees Nacho climbing and gets to his feet before slamming a forearm into the fan-favourite’s back. Boos fill the arena as the Bearded Brute grabs the back of Nachos mask and pulls him off the ladder with a huge slam. Jerry Andrews: So close… Al Laiman: …yet so far. As the ladder falls over after the slam, Grimm folds it up and moves it to the edge of the ring. Grimm, turning his attention back to his opponent, lands a stomp straight into Nachos sternum and then hauls him up from the mat. Pushing Nacho onto the ropes, Grimm lashes a chop straight across his chest followed by another and then a clubbing blow to the head….No! Nacho fights back, ducking the hit to the head and switching positions with the Hangtown Horror. Hitting a couple of stunning elbow strikes, Nacho whips Grimm across the ring and on the rebound hits an armdrag. Frustrated, Grimm charges back at Nacho who evades and hits a second armdrag. Still angered, Grimm is about to charge once more when Nacho extends his hand as if to say “Stop!”. Bemused, Grimm does stop and grins creepily, only to see Nacho raise his hand and shout “NACHOO…”. Before he can finish his chant, Billy Sadistic slides into the ring and hits a sickening Lariat to the back of his head. Al Laiman: Never take your eyes off a Dillinger! The Brothers begin to lay into Nacho with an onslaught of stomps. They drag their opponent to his feet as Heavy Metal gets to his feet on the outside, clearly having inflicted just as much damage on himself as the Dillingers or maybe more. Locking up Nacho, Grimm and Sadistic haul him into the air for a double suplex but Nacho flips through the move, landing on his feet behind the brothers. Just as he does this, Heavy Metal climbs onto the apron, springs onto the top rope and hits an astounding Flying Double Dropkick, hitting both Brothers simultaneously. With all four men in the ring for the first time, Los Dos Amigos pick up the Brothers and set them up against the ropes. As the crowd start to chant heavily, Phineas and Billy are whipped across the ring and met with stereo armdrags as they rebound. Both Brothers have the same reaction, get up and attack! But when they do Nacho and Metal responds with two more stereo armdrags that send the Dillingers reeling to the outside to regroup. As they do Nacho finally throws his hand in the air and… Jerry Andrews: NACHOOOOO! Al Laiman: You’re supposed to be impartial, Andrews! Seeing the Hangtown Horrors still working out their gameplan on the outside, Los Dos Amigos give each other another glance and hit the far ropes. Throwing themselves forward, they torpedo themselves through the middle ropes with Suicide Dives…but the Grimms pick up the ladder that’s on the ground and throw it straight into the heads of their missile-like opponents. Al Laiman: Resourceful and devastating… perfect words to describe the Dillinger Brothers. Jerry Andrews: Other than sick? Or terrifying? With both members of Los Dos Amigos down on the mat, The Grimms share a sadistic smile and lift the apron. They spend a few moments looking before retrieving two items; a black baseball bat and a shovel. Jerry Andrews: Oh good god! Al Laiman: It was only a matter of time before things got brutal. The Dillingers, complete with devilish accessories, slide back into the ring and go to work. Sadistic focuses on his former International Championship rival Heavy Metal and slams the butt of his Baseball Bat into Roth’s gut. Meanwhile Grimm turns him attention to Nacho and crouches above him before wrapping the handle of his Shove around his throat in a sickening Camel Clutch type hold. Jerry Andrews: Goddamnit ref, that’s a choke! Al Laiman: There’s No DQ in a ladder match, he can choke Nacho until he goes blue and it won’t matter! Grimm keeps the blatant choke in place as Sadistic scouts a recovering Heavy Metal. Roth sees the suffering of his partner and goes to try and save him but receives a vicious strike across the chest with the bat, knocking him flat out on the mat. Finally Phineas releases his grip and Nacho clutches at his throat, gasping for breath. Grabbing his mask again, Grimm pulls Nacho to his feet and rests him against the ropes before slamming the handle of the shovel straight into his chest. Sadistic drops to the mat with Heavy Metal and proceeds to start choking him with the bat too, showing the true savagery of the family line. Grimm grabs Nacho’s hand and whips him, one-handedly, across the ring before preparing his shovel. On the rebound, Grimm takes a huge swing with the weapon and attempts to take Nachos head off… but the fat food lucha hero ducks. As Grimm turns to see what happened, Nacho hits a boot to the gut that makes him release the shovel and leaps up before hitting a spectacular Hurricanrana. Grimm gets to his feet only for Nacho to swipe his legs out from underneath him and spring off the middle rope with a stunning Moonsault. Jerry Andrews: Nacho’s coming back! Feeling the adrenaline, Nacho grabs Grimm’s shovel and climbs onto the apron. Making his way to the corner he begins to climb the turnbuckles but Sadistic sees him and removes the bat from Roth’s throat. As Billy rushes to stop Nacho, the fast-food-luchador jumps over him, places the shovel under his arm and plummets to earth with a shattering 2AM Drive Thru shovel-assisted elbow. Jerry Andrews: It’s not just The Dillingers that can play with weapons! Nacho realises Sadistic is still up and get to his feet holding the shovel. Sadistic closes in on him but doesn’t see the shovel get fired straight into his stomach. Changing his grip, Nacho takes the weapon and drives it hard across the back of Dillinger Senior. A “NACHO! NACHO!” chant starts again as he sees to his friend, aiding Heavy Metal back to his feet. Once Roth has his breath back the duo find the ladder that had been set aside. Instead of setting it up in the middle of the ring, Los Dos Amigos place it in a corner and turn their gaze at Grimm. Al Laiman: They might not seem very fearsome, but Nacho and Heavy Metal know how to put people away. What have they got planned here. Roth and Nacho haul Grimm to his feet as he’s still stunned following the 2AM Drive Thru and push him into the opposite corner to the ladder. There they each grab one of his hands and whip him across the ring as hard as they can. Nacho falls to the mat with the strength of his throw while Metal stumbles further into the middle of the ring. Grimm careers straight toward the ladder but at the last moment jumps, landing like a cat on the fourth step before turning and throwing himself back toward Heavy Metal, grabbing his head, twisting and nailing a sickening Harvest tornado DDT. Jerry Andrews: Phenomenal agility from Phineas Grimm! Al Laiman: Phenomenal crushed dome for Heavy Metal! Grimm gets quickly to his feet and meets the recovering Nacho with a Savate Kick to the sternum. Seeing that he’s the only person standing, Grimm makes a beeline for the ladder in the corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He begins to climb as the crowd calls for Nacho and Heavy Metal to get up, and Nacho apparently hears them. Still struggling, Nacho drags his body up the first few steps and tries to catch Grimm. The Bearded Beast sees his rival coming and tries to reach for the title. His hand is touching leather when he receives a punch to the gut from below. Al Laiman: Two men at the top of a ladder… this never ends well. Nacho pulls himself up to an equal level with Grimm and fires a fist at his head. Grimm takes the blow and almost loses his balance before replying with a fierce blast of his own. The two men exchange blows until Billy pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Stumbling over to the ladder, Sadistic tries to push it over, showing no concern for his brother’s wellbeing. He’s close to doing so when Heavy Metal finds his feet and makes his way over to the other side, pushing it back. Jerry Andrews: Sadistic wants to decimate Nacho even at the loss of his brother, Heavy Metal is trying to save Nacho even if it means Grimm survives. Al Laiman: Oh Ladder Matches, how we love you! The tug of war endures and the two men atop the ladder continue to hammer punches into each other. Neither team is willing to give in as the ladder sways back and forth and both Grimm and Nacho threaten to lose their footing. Finally, as the Ladder becomes grounded again, Sadistic pulls back his leg and fires it through the ladder, between Heavy Metal’s legs and straight into his crown jewels. Jerry Andrews: Disqualification! Al Laiman: How many times…. It’s NO DQ! Heavy Metal crumbles to the mat leaving Billy free to push hard against the ladder and tip it over. Grimm and Nacho stop throwing punches for a moment only to fall helplessly and devastatingly onto the top rope and bounce like rubber balls back into the ring. Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Al Laiman: Sadistic sacrificed both his brother and Nacho's chances of ever having little Grandes! Retrieving his favorite bat, Sadistic measures Heavy Metal and waits for his bitter rival to stand. And when he does....THWACK! He swings for the fences and drills Roth in the side of the knee! Metal goes down like he'd been shot and begins screaming in pain. He quickly rolls to the outside and not too long afterwards, a few medical personal head out from the back to check on the International Champion. Pleased with his work, Sadistic turns his attention back to Nacho. The luchador struggles to stand, but when he does he's met with a boot to the guts and a stiff Sadistic DDT! The fans are booing mercilessly as Sadistic drops to the outside in search of a...chair? Jerry Andrews: This is absolute carnage! Billy Sadistic destroyed Heavy Metal's knee, and now it looks like he's going to cripple Nacho! Sliding back into the ring, he peers down at Nacho with a smirk on his hairy face. Grimm is back up, and they're ready to do their worst. Sadistic hands the chair to his brother. Bending to place the chair around Nacho's neck, Sadistic stops his younger brother and holds up a finger. Sadistic pulls Nacho off the mat, and he wants Grimm to bash the luchador's head in with the steel chair. Sadistic locks Nacho from behind and the Lord of Misrule is more than happy to oblige! A two step approach...a swing...and Sadistic is blasted so hard he's knocked through the ropes! The fans erupt!!! Jerry Andrews: Nacho ducked out at the last second, and Grimm just plastered his brother! I can't believe it! Nacho armdrags a surprised Grimm and the chair goes flying into the middle of the ring! Both men are back up and a boot to the mid-section doubles Grimm over. Pulling the Abomination into the center of the ring, Nacho lifts him vertical and piledrives him directly onto the steel chair! Grimm is down and the fans are on their feet! The medics call for help from the back and things don't look good for Heavy Metal at the ringside area. Al Laiman: Nacho Grande is single-handedly fighting off the tag champs! Mustering his last bit of strength, Nacho erects the ladder beneath the hanging belts and begins to ascend. Sadistic slowly comes to on the outside, and his face is a crimson mask! Blood drips in his eyes, his mouth, his chops...everywhere. He spots Nacho climbing the ladder and he pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Nacho spots him and picks up the pace. Sadistic begins to step into the ring...but then he spots Grimm on the mat. Slowly, he pulls his leg back through the ropes and slowly hops down off the ring apron. Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is Billy Sadistic doing? The belts are within reach for Los Dos Amigos! With a wicked grin, blood filling the spaces between his teeth and dripping from his chin, Sadistic backpedals away from the ring. Grimm slowly comes to and reaches for the ladder, but it's too late. Seconds later, Nacho tumbles to the ground with a belt clutched in each sweaty hand...and the roof nearly blows off of the Pure Class Arena! Jerry Andrews: They've done it! THEY'VE DONE IT! Los Dos Amigos have defeated the Horrors from Hangtown! The reign of terror is OVER!!! The fans are going out of control! Once reality sets in, an exhausted Nacho Grande rolls out of the ring to check on his best buddy! Winners(s): Los Dos Amigos when Nacho Grande retrieved the belts (Grimm can't believe it. How had Nacho managed to grab the belts? How had Billy not stopped him? Looking around, Grimm finally spots his smiling brother backpedaling up the ramp.) Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm can't believe it. His brother walked out on him! He let Nacho Grande climb the ladder unabated! Al Laiman: He might as well have handed the belts over. Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if that stray chairshot had anything to do with that decision... (Grimm's gaze is fixed on Sadistic's blood soaked smile, and the Lord of Misrule can only shake his head in disgust...)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012 Triple Threat Match Lantlas vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little Match Details: A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" seeps from the speakers. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Wovenhand continues his serenade. 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. Phinehas drops down and waits. Jerry Andrews: Grimm has been plagued in recent weeks by interferences, ending in various results. How much you wanna bet that Sadistic has one of his cronies come out? Al Laiman: I hope not and this exceptional match goes off without a hitch, but I’m keeping my money in my pocket. The lights in the arena fade to the ominous orange glow that everyone loves to hate and the heavy guitar riffs to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning cause the crowd to erupt with jeers. "FALL!" As "I Will Not Bow" picks up the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes. The camera pans around to get a glimpse at the fans reaction to Justin Michaels' opening appearance here tonight, and even a few rude gestures are caught on camera that probably should not have been. "I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away." Out through the curtain comes Justin "Stormm" Michaels, ignoring every rude gesture and thrown beer cup on his way to the squared circle. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs inside while taunting the crowd even further. Finally he settles in the corner, waiting for his final opponent to make his way out. Jerry Andrews: Michaels has been rocked in recent weeks by the reappearance of Johnny Vivacious, dare I say that it seems Johnny V has got inside the head of the former World Champion. He's even in a sour mood right now thanks to the Man in Black. Al Laiman: But in this match Michaels could send a real message to a prospective World Champion in Lantlas and his rival for the contendership, Non Compos Mentis, if he wins. The music of Hans Zimmer's "Dream is Collapsing" slowly builds. A tall, lanky figure, dressed in battle armor, steps onto the stage. The fans can’t make of what they are seeing. None of the fans are sure what to make of this armor-clad being, and when he raises the face guard, the fans cheer when they see the face of “The Elven Warrior” Lantlas! Ring announcer: From Munich, Germany. Standing 6’7” and weighing 240 pounds. He is “The Elven Warrior” LANTLAS! Lantlas walks down to the ring, with his sword dangling at his side, and his bow over his left shoulder, and his quiver of arrows strapped to his back. After walking off the stage, he removes his helmet, getting a huge pop from the fans, and places it on the corner of the ring. He strips himself of his bow, his sword, and his arrows, before entering the ring. He removes his armor, giving it to the attire girl to take it back to his locker room. He does a few stretches, waiting for the match to begin. Jerry Andrews: Three of the biggest stars in this company in the same ring and we aren’t even on Pay-Per-View, this is why PCW is so popular. All three men seem tentative to make a start to the match, sizing up their opponents even before the bell. Grimm and Lantlas seem eerily at home with each other and exchange glances against the skulking Michaels who remains in his corner. Finally the referee calls them out and signals for the bell. The first to move and ready themselves for battle is Lantlas who steps into the centre of the ring, beckoning both Grimm and Stormm forward. The crowd react with a huge pop and call for the war to begin… and Grimm hears them. Stepping forward he and Lantlas are within a couple of feet of each other and staring calmly. Jerry Andrews: You can cut the tension with a knife! Justin Michaels doesn’t like the other two hogging the centre of the ring and follows them there, resulting in the crowd booing his mere presence. Not taking this lightly, Stormm lashes out and lands an open handed punch on Grimm. Shock abounds through the arena and even Grimm looks likely taken aback by Stormm’s guts. Taken aback, but not halted in his aggressive ways. Grimm fires back with a right of his own which is followed by another from Lantlas. Stormm is rocked by the blows but fights back with a punch to each of his opponents only to receive a bell clap from Grimm and a brutal roundhouse kick from Lantlas. Somehow Stormm stays on his feet but stumbles back into the ropes, rebounding off straight into a double hip toss. Retreating to a safe distance, Stormm rolls to the outside and leaves Grimm and Lantlas to fight amongst themselves. The anticipation in the crowd hits fever pitch as they come to realise they’ll have to fight each other. Circling each other now they try to find a weakness but each knows the other too well to let anything slip. Al Laiman: Two of the biggest names in PCW history and Stormm is quite content to leave them to it. Jerry Andrews: Smart strategy, allow the other men to exhaust each other… if they’ll actually fight. Neither man seems to be making a move and finally Michaels loses patience on the outside. Diving into the ring he attacks before Grimm can react, hitting a clubbing blow to the back and then a dropkick to the head of Lantlas. Getting to his feet Michaels grabs a recovering Grimm and throws him overhead with a strong Belly To Belly Suplex. Turning to Lantlas he hits another Belly To Belly and stands alone in the ring… at least of a few moments. Moving to the ropes to taunt the fans in a potential strategic mistake, Michaels doesn’t see Grimm get back to his feet. Looking back just in time, he catches a glimpse of the Hangtown Horror rushing at his back and drops, pulling the ropes down and sending Grimm tumbling over the top rope. Jerry Andrews: One man gone… Al Laiman: …but still one man left. Stormm gets back to his feet and turns to find Lantlas looking back at him. Quickly Lantlas dashes forward and attempts a Lariat but Stormm manages to duck and wrap his arm around the Elf’s back as if to set himself for the Reverse Sambo Suplex he calls the Flash Flood. Michaels lifts Lantlas into the air but the agile blue haired man reverses into a modified armdrag that throws Stormm under the bottom rope to the outside. Jerry Andrews: Stormm got caught out and paid the price. Getting back to a vertical base, Lantlas tries to regain his composure… only for Grimm to lunge at him, swinging around in an attempted Sleeper Slam. Al Laiman: Lament Conf…No! Lantlas remains on his feet and rotates himself, grabbing Grimm around the waist and hauling him into the air before driving him backwards with a sick Back Suplex straight onto his neck. Managing to balance on his knees, perhaps through mere luck than being conscious, Grimm is defenceless when the immortal elf fires off a devastating kick to the side of his head before making the very first pine of the match. One… Two… NO! Grimm kicks out before three but Lantlas is ruthless in his attack, dragging him back to his feet and setting up for a powerbomb. In one fluid motion Lantlas lifts Grimm onto his shoulders but the red haired Phinehas fights back with punches to the top of the elven warrior’s head. Remaining vertical, Lantlas still attempts to hit the Elvish Tale facebuster. Still Grimm resists until… Jerry Andrews: Where did Michaels come from? Al Laiman: I don’t know but he’s on the top turnbuckle now! Michaels, having climbed up from the outside, throws himself off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick to the back of Grimm, forcing him to fall straight down onto Lantlas’ chest in a Senton-like manoeuvre but also into a pinning predicament that Stormm had clearly not foreseen. One… Two…. THR…NO! At the last moment Stormm realises his mistake and pushes Grimm off of Lantlas. Al Laiman: Normally that is not something we’d see from Stormm, such a miscalculation almost cost him the match. Stormm breathes a sigh of relief and tries to refocus, going for Grimm as Lantlas remains winded on the mat. Hitting out with a serious of kicks and punches Michaels weakens Grimm enough to lift him into the air and drive him down, head first, with a whiplash-inducing Implant DDT. As he goes for the pin, however, the referee refuses to count as he spots Grimm’s legs already underneath the ropes. Frustrated by this lapse of concentration, Stormm drags his opponent into the middle of the ring and pins… expending more time and energy. One…. No! Before the referee can even count two Lantlas is there to break up the pin, punishing Michaels further for his uncharacteristic mistake. Jerry Andrews: There’s something not quite right with Michaels here tonight. Al Laiman: I think Johnny V has got into his head and is ruining his concentration. Having regained his breath, Lantlas pulls Stormm back to his feet and hits a solid elbow to the jaw. Stormm replies with one of his own and the two men begin to exchange blows back and forth, neither giving any quarter. The crowd gets behind Lantlas, though some of that may be due to the fact he’s beaten on Stormm, but neither man gains a clear advantage. Finally Grimm gets back to his feet and joins in with the slugfest, hammering Lantlas in the head and receiving one from Stormm. The circle goes around and around until the warrior elf finally loses his patience and blasts Stormm in the head with another vicious kick. Michaels is forced back to the ropes but he rebounds and ducks a stereo clothesline attempt from both of his opponent. Picking up momentum, Michaels hits the opposite ropes and nails a double clothesline of his own. As Lantlas is stunned Stormm goes after him and immediately sets him up for the Hangcloud DDT. Using his strength, Michaels lifts him into the air but Lantlas fights back with a desperate rabbit punch to the back of the head. Forced to lower Lantlas back to the mat, Stormm leaves the door open and his opponent is more than happy to step through, rolling through the hold and nailing a Reverse Twist Of Fate. Jerry Andrews: This Moment Is Eternity! Al Laiman: Not eternal enough for Lantlas, Stormm’s getting out of there. Stormm rolls clear out of pure instinct but is replaced by the Hangtown Horror who hits a good to the gut of the elf…if elves have guts. Quickly he hollows up with a bludgeoning headbutt only to receive a strong rolling elbow in return. Both men remain on their feet and Grimm retaliates with Savate Kick that merely pushes Lantlas back into the ropes. He springs back and fires off a lightning fast yakuza kick… but even lightning is afraid of Grimm and dodges him. Out of nowhere Grimm jumps and nails his patented sleeper slam. Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration! Al Laiman: But he’s not finished! Pulling Lantlas back to his feet instantly, Grimm grabs his head and rushes to the corner, using it to flip up and around before driving him down head first with a phenomenal Tornado DDT. Jerry Andrews: One… Al Laiman: Two… Jerry Andrews: THREE! Al Laiman: No! Lantlas got a foot on the bottom rope! Lucky they were near the edge of the ring or this one would probably be over. It takes Grimm a moment to realize that Lantlas got the foot on the rope as he questions the referee. As he does this, Stormm rolls into the ring and scouts his fiery-headed foe. Grimm gets to his feet but his attention has become so focused on Lantlas that he has no knowledge of Michaels behind him… until he turns him around and nails a quick-fire Spinning Fisherman’s Slam. Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature! Al Laiman: But again he can’t capitalise, Grimm’s rolling out of there. Stormm doesn’t care though as he spots the still downed Lantlas who seems to have exhausted his last morsel of energy. Determined to finish it, Stormm takes yet another out-of-character step and goes to the corner. He climbs from the inside as if he’s looking for a moonsault and the crowd hold their breath in anticipation… but in his haste, Stormm hasn’t checked Lantlas properly and the immortal elf seizes his opportunity, jumping up from the mat. Before Michaels can react Lantlas moves beneath him and sets up a powerbomb before hitting the Powerbomb Facebuster known as the Elvish Tale. Al Laiman: Michaels took his eye off the ball, this could be it. Jerry Andrews: He’s not done yet… Elven Marksmanship! Lantlas locks in the Cattle Mutilation submission and the referee Tyrone Little asks for the submission from Michaels. The former world champion holds on, struggling for the ropes but getting nowhere near. His only hope is Grimm breaking up the hold but he’s only just stirring on the outside. Still he refuses to tap as the pain grows and grows and Grimm claws his way up to the apron. The Hangtown Horror sees the situation and tries to dive to break it up but… Jerry Andrews: Stormm Taps! Lantlas Wins! Winner(s): Lantlas after forcing Justin Michaels to submit Segment Details: (Lantlas releases the hold and crawls to the nearest corner, still exhausted from the grueling bout. Grimm gazes into the ring, hair matted with sweat. Stormm bails to the outside to recover from the elf's submission hold.) Jerry Andrews: An impressive win by the Elven Warrior, and what a great momentum boost that will be heading into the World Championship match at Mass Destruction. (Pulling himself up, Lantlas rests his head on the top turnbuckle. The fans begin booing as the World Champion, LoKi, jogs out from the back and dives into the ring wielding his title as a golden weapon. His arms are cocked, just waiting for Lantlas to turn so he can knock his block off. Suddenly, the boos turn to cheers!) Jerry Andrews: !!! (The sudden change in the PCW Faithful causes LoKi's brow to furrow. Slowly, LoKi peers over his shoulder and spots the Abomination of Desolation standing right behind him! The champ is out of the ring in less than a second with his belt slung over his shoulder.) Al Laiman: LoKi got one look at Grimm and that was enough for him! Jerry Andrews: Can you blame him? (Lantlas, realizing that something is amiss, spins around...but finds only Grimm standing in the middle of the ring. Surveying the landscape, the Elven Warrior spots LoKi retreating up the ramp and his eyes narrow.) Jerry Andrews: Lantlas and LoKi will meet in the main event of Mass Destruction in what may very well be the most anticipated match in PCW history with the World Championship on the line! (Lantlas glances back at Grimm and acknowledges his aid with a slight nod. Grimm responds with a slight nod of his own.)

Jerry Andrews: Three absolute LEGENDS that I was honored to watch compete on Trauma. What a match that was! We'll be right back!

[PCW Staff]

Tuesday June 25th, 2013 Genesis Championship Match Genesis Rules Ace Anderson (Genesis Champion) vs. Q Referee: Eddie Lane We're back from a quick word from our sponsors ... ... as the sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ... ... ALL the lights cut out. Not a speck of illumination to be seen. Something ... new. Guys ... It’s now approaching lunar sunrise. And uh ... for all the people back on Earth ... The Crew of Apollo 8 have a message that we would like to send to you. God created Heaven and the Earth. And God said ... AND GOD SAID .... LET THERE BE LIGHT. The normal entranceway has been modified for his entrance ... a circular opening with rainbow colored lights framing the lone figure to step through them. Stepping out as the drums kick in, the crowd is He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the special faster beat of ‘Genesis’ by VNV Nation. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, of which there are a few. God saw the Light, and it was good. He seems to be really getting over with the fans in his own Quirky way. The entrance lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area. God saw the Light, AND IT WAS GOOD. And God said, Let there be LIGHT. The lights return to full dazzling brilliance as Q flips over the top rope and heads to the nearest hard camera, shaking it with unbridled excitement. This is HIS moment and he WILL milk it for everything it’s worth. The crowd clamoring for this get under way, Q bounces in place in the middle of the ring as his song plays for a few moments longer ... ... before ‘Pain Redefined’ begins blaring over the loudspeakers ... sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The light drumline begins, and the lights pick up speed. With each exclamation by the vocalist three short bursts of red and blue fireworks rocket toward the ceiling. On cue with the lyrics, Ace Anderson erupts from behind the curtain, arms raised and Genesis title proudly displayed on his broad shoulder. He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene. He walks to the ring with his long strides, looking determined and mentally preparing himself. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. A momentary pause and he leaps, landing on the outside of the ring. Pyrotechnics blast from the ringposts as his feet hit the apron, and he shakes the top rope while the fireworks die out. He climbs through the second rope and raises his fists, gauging the ovation of PCW's Faithful before stretching in his corner ... eyes focused on Q who is himself uncharacteristically focused. The ref holding up the prize for all to see, he hands it off and gets consent from both competitors before ... DING DING DING! ... the bell rings and we’re off! Ace, not making the same mistake with Q as he did with Kelli Starr at Living a Legacy, closes the distance between the pair ... catching Q off-guard at his explosive speed. He’s in close within the blink of an eye and throwing stiff, quick body shots. He fires off a few of them before Q backs away enough to grant him the chance to strike the inside of his forearm with a knife edge chop that manages to wobble the big man. Ace thrown off balance by the sudden strike, Q reaches his other hand over and across the chin of the big man ... using his own leverage and catching Ace in what amounts to a Dragon Sleeper position. A blur and Ace is on the ground, Q dropping with him and an arm of Ace Anderson tightly locked in an armlock to the side. Both men on the ground, it’s Q in control with the armlock. Ace sizing up his ring position, he moves quickly to get to the ropes and break the hold. Q doing so at the count of 2, he nimbly hops to the far corner as Ace moves to his feet. Shaking his arm and elbow out, loosening up the muscle that was worked against itself ... Ace smiles and nods as he sloooooowly begins to circle ... Q following suit. Ace reaching in to congratulate Q on his presence, the two slap hands and go back to circling. Quick collar and elbow tie up, Ace slips behind Q with a hammerlock. Q looking quickly, he reaches for a leg but finds Ace’s position is too much to force backwards and must try another option. That option? Slipping back underneath Ace with a hammerlock of his own. Following THIS up, however, Q snakes a free hand across the front of Ace’s face ... his knuckles dug into a hollow point on the corner of Anderson’s chin where the nerves are more exposed. A downward push of the knuckle and ... Ace is on the ground! Q showing that size means nothing to him, he lets Ace hit the ground and backs away again ... a BIIIIIIG smile crossing his features. As Ace returns to a knee, he rubs his jaw and shakes his head a bit to ward off the subtle but effective pressure point. Ace finally returning to his feet, he eyes Q with a steely gaze. In return, Q eyes Ace with his OWN determined countenance. It’s Quite apparent to everyone at home ... and NOW to Ace Anderson, that Q will NOT be taken lightly in this match. Ace rushing in from a still pose, Q is ready and slips to the side ... but Ace is a step ahead and meets Q in his side-step, tackling him to the ground. Ace working the mounted position, Q is underneath 290 pounds of lean muscle. Ace working the position, he reaches down and grapevines one of Q’s legs in a kneelock. So far, a technical clinic between Ace Anderson and ... Q? God forbid. So far, it seems Ace can’t get close enough to wear Q down with strikes thanks to Q’s joint-locks and pressure holds so he’s forced to wear the man down on the mat. Q pulling at Ace’s bald, bald head ... he attempts to wiggle towards the ropes but nearly 300 pounds of dead weight isn’t going anywhere; neither is Q. With little option left, Q reaches down with both hands ... PURPLE NURPLE! Grabbing hold of the nipples on Anderson’s prodigious pectorals, Q twists with reckless abandon. Just enough for Ace to slacken the hold and allow Q to slip away from him. Ace is stunned at the unorthodox maneuver and his face shows every last ounce of it. Of COURSE he’s shocked ... just imagine the commentators decrying a nipple twist with a serious face. THAT’S shocking. Q pulling himself to stand again, he’s putting very little pressure on that left knee. What kind of damage has been done remains to be seen. Needless to say, it can only help Ace Anderson. As Ace rushes in, Q falls backwards out of the ring and ... still holding onto the top rope as he falls ... lets go at the very last second. The rope rebounding, it catches Ace Anderson across the bridge of the nose and sends him staggering back and keeping him from giving chase. As Q recovers on the outside, Ace recovers on the inside a little bit quicker and begins to tail Q. Q doesn’t seem to notice as Ace Anderson catches up and grabs him by his loose ring attire, pivoting and tossing him back into the ring. Q rolling in under the ropes, Ace quickly hops in through the strands and catches Q by the leg. A few well placed stomps to the stomach and Q looks on the verge of up-chucking. Picking Q up, he manages to land several more shots to Q’s face and body. It looks as though he’s managed to break through Q’s nigh-impenetrable striking defense! A final haymaker and ... NO! Q drops his hips and manages to slip under the punch. Kicking at Ace Anderson’s back shin as he twists underneath, his hands are in perfect position. One hand coming in over top of the wrist and twisting ... the other hand forcing its’ way up against the elbow joint. Dropping to his knees, Ace drops to a kneeling position of his own to try and avoid the excruciating pressure of the armlock. Instead, as both men hit the canvas, the outstretched and nearly hyper-extended elbow comes crashing down onto Q’s shoulder. A rare show of pain from Ace Anderson as Q lets the impact follow through before twisting and wrapping Ace’s arm with his own legs ... yet another armlock. Ace struggling to relieve the pressure, it takes several moments before Ace manages to get his feet under him. In a massive display of strength, Ace hoists Q off of the mat and drops him back first back to the mat. The impact jarring, Q ... manages to hold on?! Ace, of course, is able to do this again and finally forces Q to release the armlock. Ace moving back from the downed Q, he’s really cradling the left arm as he begins to move in again. Dragging Q to his feet, he whips him across the ring and catches him with a clothesline with the right arm. A vicious lariat and Ace goes for the pin. A long two count but Q isn’t down just yet. Pulling Q to his feet with a front facelock, he hurls him into the corner and begins laying in the body shots ... Q doing his best to cover up. Several go unchecked and Ace has the upper hand when he locks Q in a waistlock, one arm caged as he flips over. A BEAUTIFUL belly-to-belly suplex followed by a quick floatover. A two count and Q is out at the last minute. Ace seeming a schizoid ... impressed/frustrated at the same time ... he drags Q to his feet and whips him into the ropes violently. Q bouncing off of the ropes, Ace goes for a big boot ... but Q dives at Ace’s planted leg and topples the big man! Ace hitting the mat in a twisted split almost, Q follows that up by snaking an arm around Ace’s chin and pulls him back to the mat with a heavy thud of his head to the mat. A Quick pinfall attempt. A long one-count and Ace powers his way out. Q managing to derail the momentum, he struggles to pull Ace to his feet ... but he finally manages to get there. Q about to attempt something, Ace explodes and catches Q with a heavy boot to the gut. Q doubled over, Ace signals to the crowd for the finish. The timer comes on the PCWtron with 30 seconds left. Come on Ace, you’re wasting time .... he hoists Q up into powerbomb position. Q waaaaaaay up there, Ace plants both catcher mitt sized hands on Q’s chest ... a SURPRISE! Q reaching his right hand up, he grabs the outside knife edge of Ace’s right hand and violently twists in mid-air! The arm pulled from his chest, the sudden change in Ace’s center of gravity forces him to stumble forward ... ... and both men hit the mat! Unfortunately for Ace, Q holds on and drives Ace’s arm wrist first into the mat. A last ditch effort to help stem the sudden drop and momentum. Not the best landing for Ace Anderson. A sickening thud and Ace yells out in extreme pain. Q grapevines the arm and wrenches back on the wrist, twisting and creating some ungodly torQue .... the time limit counter is at 20 seconds! Ace fighting with all his might to escape, Q simply will NOT let go of the heavily weakened elbow and wrist area. Ace struggling to stretch his massive legs to the ropes ... ... he can’t make it! With 10 seconds left, Ace holds on with every fiber of his being ... ... but it’s not enough! ACE TAPS! ACE TAPS! DING DING DING DING! Winner: Q via submission The crowd erupts in response to the technical clinic these two men have put on. Q slowly crawling to the nearest set of ropes, the referee moves to retrieve the Genesis Championship as trainers move to the ring area with great haste to check on the injured Ace Anderson. The referee returning with the belt, he offers it to Q ... but Q ignores the belt and rushes to the fallen Ace Anderson. As he moves in close to help Ace, the two seem to be conversing ... Ace assuring everyone nearby that he will be fine. Nothing seeming to be broken, no disastrous injuries. Q turns back to the belt on the mat and looks to Ace, who is on his feet again. He’s cradling his arm but standing tall. As he moves over to the belt, Ace also calls for a microphone and accepts it once offered. Picking up the Genesis Championship, he moves back over to Q who is playing to the fans who give him an incredible ovation. ‘Supersoulfighter’ playing in the background, Ace Anderson joins in on the applause before approaching Q and raising his hand as well with his good arm. Ace points to the new Genesis Champion in a show of respect before requesting that the tech team cut the music. Q, I don't mean to cut your celebration short. I have a proposition, however, which you might be interested in hearing. I want to say a few things first, though. Q remains in the ring, not sure what to expect but still riding the adrenaline from his hard-fought victory. First, I want to say that you're an incredible competitor, and I can't imagine a better athlete to hold the Genesis Title. I'm a little disappointed with the loss, but you defeated me and fair is fair. There aren't many like you in this business, which is fitting; there isn't a Championship like this one, either. Most importantly, I see you as a man of honor, Q. You have principles. You represent Pure Class IN and OUT of the ring. This is something sometimes LACKING in recent months. The fans react slightly at this, probably assuming (correctly) where Ace plans to go next. While I was battling in the Icemann Invitational ... and you were following your path toward this victory ... Marshall's Law re-doubled their efforts toward holding every title in Pure Class Wrestling. And while The New Breed held on to keep the titles away from The Flying Freebooters ... Whitey Ford came away with not one, but TWO of PCW's championships. The crowd boos at the mention of Whitey Ford. You all might be wondering what I planned to do with my right to challenge any PCW Champion. If there was ever a reason to be pleased with losing a title such as the Genesis Championship, it's that NOW ... Skylar Marshall won't be able to use Genesis rules against me. That’s right. If I were still Genesis Champion, I'd expect Skylar Marshall to make my challenge a Genesis match, title for title, so his team might escape by the time limit. Thanks to you, Q, that's out of the ... Question. So I'll cut to the chase: I'm using my shot to challenge Whitey Ford for the International Championship. If I can defeat you one-on-one, I'll be the first Pure Class Wrestler to hold EVERY title we've had to offer. At the reveal of the challenge and the prospect of PCW history, the crowd pops; Ace takes a second to soak it in before continuing. What does this have to do with you, Q? It's simple. I'd like your help. Every time I've stepped into the ring with Whitey Ford, he's been able to duck and dodge me. During the Deadly Rumble, we were hardly in the ring together. When I challenged for his International Championship along with Scythe and Darren Hughes, Whitey left me to fight the other two while he waited for a moment to strike. A clever strategy, of course. But Whitey: I want a fight like you had at Living a Legacy. I want us to go from bell to bell, with the least amount of funny business possible. So I have a request. Skylar, are you listening? Again Ace Anderson holds for effect, leaving the Faithful wondering what he could possibly propose. Skylar, you surely want your team invested in the outcome of such a match. So I say: bring 'em. But there's no need to bend the rules. Whitey, I'm challenging you to a Lumberjack match. Bring your friends, by all means. But let's show a bit of Class. You bring your lumberjacks, and I'll bring mine. He turns to Q. Q, I'm offering you the first spot on my side of the ring. I want warriors who represent Pure Class and I can think of few better. What do you say? Ace Anderson holds out the microphone to Q, who takes it hesitantly. Staring out at the crowd, the fans cheering and egging him on in hopes of accepting this monumentous proposal ... Q smiles and beckons the crowd to get louder and louder before settling them down with a gesture ... raising the microphone to his lips. A deep breath ... Ace ... that’s a generous proposal. I-I’m flattered. You know, I’ve always gone by the phrase ‘Go with the Flow. So that’s why ... for right NOW, at least ... I can only say one thing to you. ... I’ll go where the winds take me. He bows graciously and sets the microphone down on the canvas as he falls backwards out of the ring, taking hold of his newly won Genesis Championship and leaving not only Ace but the rest of the PCW Faithful scratching their heads as to what was meant by that answer.

Ace Anderson: Did you really have to show THAT one? You couldn't show me winning a match?

Jerry Andrews: I don't make the rules, buddy! We'll be right back with more of the greatest Trauma matches!

Tuesday September 17th, 2013 Match Seven Singles Match Grimm vs. Michael Wryght Referee: AJ Bennett As Michael Wryght stands in the middle of the ring, security having already managed to remove Justin from ringside, it’s now time for our next contest of the evening and Showtime is waiting for him with great intensity. Finally ... When you’re dreaming, you feel alive. At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd with his arms at his side. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song. This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there. 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. For the chance to tear into an old ‘friend’. Though young and slightly inexperienced, AJ Bennett knows exactly what he's in for in this contest. He's well aware not only of what these two are capable of, but what they're willing to do to each other. He makes a point to tell each competitor to keep it on the level (not that they're guaranteed to listen). The Faithful give the two a huge ovation, fit for their history, and Bennett calls for the bell. DING DING DING! The storied warriors walk (literally walk) to the center of the ring, eye to eye until they're nose to nose. They go so far as to press their foreheads together, speaking at low volume to none but each other. The Faithful don't grow restless at this, no; instead they grow louder anticipating the inevitable explosion. And Michael Wryght is the first to break the stalemate as he takes a quick step back and fires a european uppercut, his bicep colliding with Grimm's chin. As if that were all it took to wake the beast, Grimm is immediately in his haphazard fighter's stance. If any in Pure Class Wrestling were to claim familiarity with Grimm's style, Michael Wryght would weigh in far above the rest. And it shows. As Grimm's about to launch his opening salvo Wryght ducks low and files in, taking the Abomination of Desolation down with a single-leg takedown. Without hesitation he's chaining through a series of leg-locks. He's constantly shifting position, not holding any one lock for more than five seconds. His goal? To keep Grimm down, to wear him out, and inflict as much damage on his lower half as possible. Is there a Spotlight in Grimm's future? Wryght continues his transitions, with Grimm resisting all the while and trying to break the various holds. With his years spent in the ring, and then with his years spent combating Mr. Showtime's mat wrestling, he's eventually able to break free via violent convulsion perfectly timed between a sequence. Too early or too soon, and it would have only worked to Showtime's advantage. Thus Grimm breaks free and seeks solace across the mat, rolling deftly backward but hardly a sight to see; he's a fiery tumbleweed that transforms into a banshee as he finds his feet. Planting his boots firm on the canvas he springs on a coil, surprising the advancing Showtime with a cannon-shot shoulderblock. This drops both men and they're up just as fast, and now all thought of techniques and strategems are cast to the wind. At close quarters with Phinehas Grimm, one can hope for nothing more or less than a furious fight, and that's exactly to what the Faithful bear witness. Proficient in a pinch, Michael Wryght is hardly a slouch in a fist-fight. Unfortunately for Mr. Showtime, a fist-fight is the Hangtown Horror's brine and broth. So while Michael Wryght is sticking shots and dealing damage, it's not long before Grimm literally has him on the ropes. Soon Wryght has no choice but to cover up and eat shots, waiting for Grimm to either get tired or give him an opening. With the former unlikely and the latter too long to wait, Wryght's forced to attempt to fight his way out. He manages to trap Grimm's arms at his sides and starts to grapple him away from the ropes, but a stiff headbutt to the nose sends him in the opposite direction. AJ Bennett's telling Grimm to watch the headbutts but Grimm's not listening. Instead, he's whipping Michael Wryght across the ring and following on his heels. A savage necktie clothesline brings Showtime down hard on his head, and Grimm covers him up. 1... ... Though Michael Wryght gets his shoulder up, Grimm's glad to be firmly in control now. Working Wryght to his feet while clubbing him on the back and neck, he quickly drops him once more with a snap DDT. Instead of going for the pin this time, however, he's fit to roll atop Showtime and apply a blatant choke, driving the air from his lungs and crushing his windpipe in the process. AJ Bennett makes an intentionally fast five count, forcing Grimm to let go, and he gets a glance from the devil for his consideration. Not one to take his eyes off his opponent, however, Grimm's quick to return his attentions toward Michael Wryght. Who drives his right boot upward and square into Grimm's nose. This sends him reeling, giving Wryght a chance to reclaim a vertical base and reformulate his position. Holding his nose, Grimm turns his back which gives Wryght a chance to charge with a chop block that folds Grimm in half. He lands awkwardly on one leg, all to the better for Mr. Showtime. Wryght's up quickly, driving the point of his boot into Grimm's lower back as Grimm moves to escape and regain his composure. Grimm finds solace in the form of the ring ropes, leaping up and whirling around, catching himself on the ropes and flying off them toward Mr. Showtime. Showtime's waiting, anticipating, and perfectly times a spinning european uppercut that absolutely levels Phinehas Grimm. Showtime covers... 1... ... And this time it's Grimm to kick out at one. And once more, Wryght's quick to go back to work on Grimm's bottom half. He locks a leg grapevine, modifying in turn with Grimm's efforts to free himself. Soon Grimm realizes that's a losing battle and instead starts scooting himself across the canvas, actually dragging Michael Wryght along with him. Finally they reach the ropes and Grimm grabs on tight, holding and waiting as AJ Bennett counts to five. And of course, Mr. Showtime milks every second of the count. Wrestling Without Scruples 101. His lack of scrupling continues as he stomps down on the legs of Grimm with reckless abandon. It goes far enough that Grimm actually exits the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. Wryght sees this as a small victory and decides to turn to the crowd, motioning at his waist as if to say the PCW World Title not only belongs there, but ought to be there. The Faithful meet him with a mixed bag of boos and shrill whistles, until they're only cheering as Wryght fails to realize that Grimm has regrouped behind him. LAMENT CONFIGURATION! Having connected with a trademark maneuver from out of the ether, Phinehas Grimm is quick to cover. 1... ... 2... ... But Michael Wryght kicks out before three! Smelling the figurative blood in the air, Grimm hoists Wryght to his feet and stuns him with a hard bell clap. He facelocks Michael Wryght, and it's Harvest season! He leaps and twirls in the air but Mr. Showtime has it scouted! As Grimm reaches the apex of his jump Wryght wriggles free, sending Grimm flying out of control and crashing to the canvas. Still on his feet, Wryght closes the gap and grabs Grimm just as he's finding his feet. An HARD irish-whip to the nearest turnbuckle sends Grimm in chest first. As he stumbles backward, Wryght reaches around for the wrists and drops him with a Crossed Arms Backdrop! Scooping Grimm up, damage done, he's quick to set him up in a suplex position. Hoisting Grimm high into the air, he drops him first onto the top rope then snaps him over with a slingshot suplex! All of a sudden Grimm's in the center of the ring and Michael Wryght's making haste toward his legs... He's going for the Spotlight! He seizes Grimm around his ankles then hooks his calves in the crooks of his arms. He's trying to step through, but Grimm's turning, and kicking, and generally causing a kerfuffle. Though they began with Wryght's back to the ropes, all the repositioning has his back to the turnbuckle now. He's still trying to step through but Grimm's literally throwing his foot off, upsetting his balance and threatening to break the grip. Wryght's resilient, though, and still has Grimm's legs firmly locked. Grimm's response? He intentionally folds himself, pulling Wryght toward the mat with the strength of his quads and the gumption in his guts. Once he's in range... claw hold!! With Grimm's legs still locked up tight, Grimm reaches up and latches a deathgrip around the temples of Mr. Showtime! Showtime's response? He lets go of Grimm's legs, reaches around the claw hold, and drives the point of his elbow right into the bridge of Grimm's nose! It's clear Grimm's busted from the small splatter pattern on the canvas, and it's enough to force Grimm to let go. Wryght breaks away, holding his head as though it will let off the pressure pounding inside his cranium. Reacting to Grimm's blood, AJ Bennett makes a mistake some young referees are prone to make. He situates himself between Grimm and Michael Wryght. More focused on Grimm and making sure he's coherent, he's down on a knee and asking Grimm pointed questions as the Abomination of Desolation wobbles to a knee. He checks the blood with one hand, sees it, and then sees Michael Wryght behind AJ Bennett. Almost casually, he rubs his own blood into his red-hot mane and then does the unthinkable. He uses the kneeling AJ Bennett as a step-ladder. Having no basis to scout such a maneuver, Michael Wryght is left gawking as Grimm flies through the air toward him, locking in a seamless facelock, twisting and twirling and driving Wryght face first into the mat with a Harvest! Surprised and slightly stunned yet a tough kid in his own right, AJ Bennett gets his wits about him and turns to find Grimm covering Michael Wryght. Bennett's reaction? He does the first thing, the most important thing, they teach in referee training. He makes the count. 1... ... 2... ... ... 3! Winner: Grimm via Pinfall "Dream Song" by Ministry starts up to signal Grimm's victory. After a quick conference with AJ Bennett, presumably about using him as a prop, Grimm's hand is raised and he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. As he's making his way toward the stage he realizes Justin Michaels is walking in the opposite direction, toward the ring and Michael Wryght. Not to be bothered, Grimm passes him without a second glance, though it's to be noted they give each other as wide a berth as the ramp allows. Grimm disappears behind the curtain and Stormm is standing at ringside, pointing at Michael Wryght and laughing, both because Showtime lost and because that particular Harvest might have been the most absurd thing he'd ever seen. Showtime finally notices Stormm and his look turns to one of seething hatred. He also notices PCAS right behind Stormm, but that doesn't stop him from sliding out of the ring and going after Justin Michaels. Michaels is waiting, fists cocked, but immediately Security gets between the two men. Showtime concedes, exhausted and in a fair measure of pain. Stormm is content to continue pointing and laughing, mocking Mr. Showtime and trying to goad him further, solely because he can see it's putting Showtime on edge. Finally it becomes too much and he tries to lunge through a wave of Security, but they're able to hold him off. Two members of PCAS isolate Justin Michaels and begin to escort him back up the ramp, making sure to note that they'll do so with force if necessary. At ringside, two other members offer to help Michael Wryght backstage but he refuses, opting to walk on his own though they won't leave his side. Really, they're waiting for him to make a run at Stormm.

Tuesday February 26th, 2014 Main Event Tag Team Match Non Compos Mentis and ‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford vs. Eira (World Champion) and Murdoc (North American Champion) Referee: Tyrone Little The southern style guitars of ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace whatever reaction the crowd gives him; he's not there for their amusement, anyways. Whitey doesn't take his eyes off the ring as he continues his slow route to the ring, arms still out by his sides. He climbs up the steel steps and vaults over the top rope, waiting in his corner patiently for his partner and until he can go to work. “SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!” The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more. “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 walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!” He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!” The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then glaring at Whitey Ford with something like curiosity. When the music dies down, and Ford and NCM are still deep in an uncertain stare-off, the slightly unfamiliar tone of Attila Ats’ ‘Apologize From The Sentinel’ begins to play. The lights dim down to a shadowy gloom as the eyes of the PCW Faithful turn to the stage. Moments pass, but when the hard beat begins to hit, two dark figure walk onto the stage with confident, imposing strides. In front is the PCW World Champion, Eira, and following behind like an ominous and gigantic cloud is the North American Champion, Murdoc. The Untouchables make their way slowly down the ramp toward the ring, their eyes never leaving the two men in the ring. Mentis and Ford are still deep in their unsettling symposium when the daunting duo climbs into the ring and the lights in the area return to normal. Removing their belts slowly and deliberately, Eira and Murdoc hand them over to Tyrone Little who prepares all four competitors for the match ahead. Referee Little signals for the bell and Murdoc takes his place as the initial legal man for his team while Ford and NCM both seem to want the role. There’s a brief discussion between the two with neither wanting to give in… until Mentis gives the intimidating Murdoc a discreet glance and decides to take to the apron. With both starting competitors chosen, Ford begins to circle Murdoc who is content to hold his center ground. Ford makes his first strike, lunging forward for a lock up but the larger man swats him aside. Not to be discouraged, Whitey comes back for a second go and meets the same fate. This time, with some annoyance, Ford jumps forward… and lands a surprise kick to the gut instead. Murdoc is stunned by the shot and immediately hit by a combo of forearms to the side of his head. The power-member of the Untouchables is pushed back to the ropes and Ford tries to capitalize by whipping him into to the ropes… only for Murdoc to reverse. Whitey flies into the ropes and rebounds straight into a battering ram of a Shoulder Block! As he sprawls across the mat, Ford climbs to a knee and points to Murdoc and waves it insistently before turning to his parter. “I want her!” Ford shouts and Murdoc turns to Eira. The two Untouchables exchange an indifferent shrug and Murdoc tags out to the PCW World Champion who climbs into the ring with a grin. Now Eira and Ford begin to circle and quickly lock up, this time with Ford taking the advantage. He moves into a Headlock before being forced into the ropes once more. As he is pushed out and across the ring, Ford is prepared and slams Eira down with a Shoulder Block of his own. With no hesitation he hits the ropes himself and vaults over his recovering opponent before being met with an attempted Armdrag. Whitey blocks the move and tries one of his own, his recent increase in strength allowing him to lift Eira… but she reverses too, flipping through the move and back to her feet. Turning to see Eira, Ford can’t react fast enough to stop a barrage of quick Muay Thai strikes that grind him down to a knee. Eira quickly hits the hopes and ducks a wild Clothesline attempt by her recovering opponent before executing a spectacular Satellite Hurricanrana, throwing Ford back towards his corner. Not discouraged by his bump, Whitey jumps up and rushes back at the World Champion but his Running Dropkick is dodged! He lands face first on the mat and looks up to see Eira plant two boots into his face with a Front Dropkick of her own. Eira stands confidently in the ring as Whitey retreats to his corner and tags out to his partner. A groan of disapproval passes over the crowd as Non Compos Mentis climbs into the ring and faces up to the World Champion. Mentis dives forward and even Eira’s speed isn’t enough to get her out of his reach as he pushes her back into the neutral corner. The ‘Born Psycho’ tries for a clubbing blow to the head but Eira manages to duck this time and reverse NCM into the corner. Another flurry of keenly honed strikes leaves him battered into the turnbuckles and Eira retreats, only to pounce forward again into an athletic cartwheel and straight into a Dropkick to the gut. As Mentis stumbles out of the corner clutching his midsection, Eira quickly mounts the turnbuckles and throws herself off, delivering a beautiful Flying Hurricanrana before tagging out to her partner. The crowd is roaring at the beating NCM is taking as Murdoc climbs into the ring, but as he approaches Mentis he recoils backwards. A thumb through the eye-hole of Murdoc’s mask did the trick and now Mentis goes on the offensive. A volley of punches to the head and gut pushes Murdoc back to the ropes and Mentis whips him back across the ring before landing a shuddering Running Back Elbow, putting his opponent down on the canvas. Not letting up, Mentis keeps up the blows with a series of pounding Elbow Drops into the chest until giving up and hooking the leg for a two count. Murdoc pushes himself to a knee as Mentis continues to thrash away with rights and lefts. The power and resilience of the Untouchable is evident as he fights through the blows and reaches his feet once more… only for Mentis to hammer him back to his knees with a brutal Yakuza Kick to the jaw! But with Murdoc still not fully down, NCM hits the ropes and looks to hit another boot… only for Murdoc to explode upwards and slam his skull into NCM’s chest with a crashing Headbutt to the sternum! Mentis struggles back to his feet in pain and is met immediately with a methodical collection of punches and elbows to the head and ribs, finished off with a jolting Haymaker to the jaw. With Mentis reeling, Murdoc hauls him impressively onto one shoulder and drops him face first onto the top turnbuckle, following it with a hard Big Boot to complete the ‘Snake Eyes’ combo. Murdoc quickly drops into a lateral press and pins for another two count. Both men try to get to their feet but Murdoc is way ahead of his opponent, cutting him off with a powerful Bionic Elbow to the top of the head. He follows it with one more before hitting the ropes and rebounding with an attempted second Big Boot, but NCM desperately dodges it to the side. Before Murdoc can re-adjust, the Hobo King grabs him around the waist and lands a ring-shaking Backdrop Driver! Instead of pinning, NCM drags himself to his corner and tags out to Ford who is rearing to go against the downed powerhouse. Murdoc is trying to get back to his feet but when he’s only at a knee Ford sets upon him with a salvo of punches that are meant to both damage and slow down the giant. With the damage already done, the former Prophet finds it hard to fight through the blows this time and is driven down by punch after punch. Finally when he is sure of himself, Whitey pulls back and delivers a fierce downward Enziguri straight to the back of his opponent’s head, a move called the Hangover From Hell… but still he doesn’t go down! He is stunned though, and Ford has no trouble grabbing his head and driving him down with a sickening Kneeling DDT! A cover brings one… two… and a half before Murdoc only just gets his shoulder up, but Ford continues to grind the big man down before he can reach for a tag. As he tries to get back up, Ford locks in a rear Surfboard on Murdoc before placing his foot directly in the centre of his back for extra torque. The submission move is well held and Referee Little checks with the Untouchable for a decision but is only given a frustrated grunt. He tries to struggle free but Ford again puts more effort into the hold to keep him in place. Finally Murdoc, with the help of Eira hyping up the crowd, begins to channel the energy in the arena. He turns and struggles up to a knee, then forces Ford’s foot away by climbing to his feet before finally breaking his opponent’s grasp and shoving him desperately back into the ropes. Ford flies back and rebounds off the ropes with speed, firing off a jaw-jacking Running European Uppercut that sends Murdoc flying back with equal force. The larger man, however, has more momentum and when he rebounds the resulting Clothesline sends a shiver through the whole arena. The almost decapitated Ford pushes himself to his feet out of pure instinct but Murdoc is waiting for him and locks in the Iron Claw! Ford tries to struggle against the hold but Murdoc is still too powerful and drives him down with the modified STO he calls ‘The Beginning’, straight on the back of his head! Feeling the effects of the match, Murdoc turns straight for the corner and finds the already outstretched hand of Eira who takes it gratefully. She climbs to the top turnbuckle immediately as Whitey climbs uneasily to his feet. Once he turns she throws herself off and lands a picture-perfect Flying Front Dropkick to Whitey’s chest! Still he tries to get up but Eira is feeding off the adrenaline in her system and goes to work with a blur of kicks and martial-arts strikes followed by a gut-busting Solebutt to the stomach. Ford falls to his knees with this last shot and is easy prey when Eira takes aim and lands a dizzying Projectile Hurricanrana, planting him face first into the mat. The World Champion makes the pin and; ONE… TWO…. THREE! NO! From nowhere Non Compos Mentis flies into the ring and breaks up the pin with ferocious punt kick to the back of Eira’s head. Tyrone Little tries to signal for Mentis to leave the ring but he scouts Eira who is still getting to her feet after the shot. Using the ropes she gets up and Mentis slams a boot into her gut before signaling for the end. He places her head between his knees, hooks the arms and gives an absolutely sickening look to the crowd as he tries to hit the Fractured Mind. Before he can lift, though, Murdoc launches himself at the Hobo King and both men fly across the ring in a flurry of flying fists. Murdoc is furious at Mentis trying to potentially break his partner’s neck while she was caught by surprise and it teeing off on him with all his might while Mentis is merely just trying to hold his own. Both men scramble for control and, in their struggle, fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring. As the unadulterated brawl continues on the outside of the ring, causing cameramen and commentators alike to run for cover, Eira struggles to her feet in the ring. Her eyes find Murdoc and Mentis firing away on each other before Murdoc finally imposes control and literally throws his rival over the security barrier before following him over into the crowd! Eira tries to call for her partner to return to the ring but the red mist has descended on him and he’s lost. Reluctantly Eira turns back to the ring to attend to Whitey Ford… but with her mind elsewhere, Whitey grabs her around the waist and drags her helplessly throat-first into the middle rope! She rebounds in a stunned and breathless heap and Ford opportunistically jackknife’s Eira into a pinning predicament… ONE…. TWO…. THREE! IT’S OVER! Winners: NCM and Whitey Ford Before Eira can even realize what just happened or Tyrone Little can lift his hand, Whitey Ford rolls from the ring and high-tails it with a massive smile on his face. The crowd barely know how to react as ‘Bad Man’ hits the PA system and the team of Ford and Mentis are announced as the winners. The cameras are still moving though as, somewhere in the crowd, Murdoc and Non Compos Mentis are still going at it. All around them the fans are cheering and egging on the duo as countless punches are exchanged. Neither man seems to have the advantage as they stumble barbarically through the crowd. Back in the ring, Eira is just coming to grips with the loss and has stood up to see Whitey Ford at the top of the ramp. Both stare back at each other, Eira with hate and Ford with a ridiculous grin on his face, as Whitey raises a hand over his head and silently makes a single dash in the air to mark his victory. As Trauma goes off the air Eira’s anger only gets deeper and, somewhere deep in a sea of PCW fans, Murdoc and Mentis are still fighting to the bitter end.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, everyone. We hope you're enjoying this special episode of Trauma!

Ace Anderson: Ten straight years, Jerry! I still can't believe it!

Jerry Andrews: It's quite the milestone!

Ace Anderson: What's our next match?

Jerry Andrews: Well, Ace, you know how tonight's main event is three champions facing off in a match?

Ace Anderson: Of course.

Jerry Andrews: Well, now we're going to go back to a time before the International and North American titles were merged and watch four PCW champions face off in one match!

Ace Anderson: Alright! Let's go!

Tuesday March 25th, 2014 Main Event PCW Champion Four Way Face-off  Justin "Stormm" Michaels (Genesis Champion) vs Murdoc (North American Champion) vs Grimm (International Champion) vs Eira (World Champion) Special Referee: Non Compos Mentis We’re back from commercial and it’s time for our Main Event of the evening! We’re treated to Non Compos Mentis already in the ring, looking mighty pleased with himself ... showing off the sleeveless (it looks like the sleeves have been ripped off) referee’s uniform, jacket around his waist. He lets the ringside announcer do his duty and announce him officially as referee, a twisted smirk caressing his features. The introductions are made and ... The crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing... BOOM!! ...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe and begins stretching out in anticipation for the start of the match ... all the while keeping both eyes fixated on Non Compos Mentis. NCM sees the death glare and responds only with a smile. He even shows Murdoc the referee’s shirt and point between the two, almost as if to say ‘I own you tonight.’ The scene is broken up by the arena lights dimming down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain filling the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage. "CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!" Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle. "THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!" "YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!" Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match. He’s keeping a wary eye on both Murdoc and NCM, well aware that this powder keg could blow at any minute. Even before all the competitors are here. When you’re dreaming, you feel alive. At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps 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 sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song. This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there. 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. He seems to not pay any mind to the NCM/Murdoc squabbles, it’s simply time to do what he does best: Harvest. The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms outstretched, and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path. Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin. Interestingly enough, Murdoc and Eira don’t seem to be discussing strategy nor preparing to double team the two opponents. Could they really be going into this match with the mindset of survival of the fittest? Alert the media ... ... for the above, and because this one is underway! The crowd is on their feet for the main event. Many questions still remain, a main one being: what kind of officiating will NCM utilize? Will he call it objectively, with the rules in mind? Or will he be lax in the calls, allowing the competitors the freedom to do mostly what they will? As Anton LaVey once posited: ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.’ SO many questions and we’re about to find out. Grimm and Stormm immediately rush Murdoc! Get the big man out early and then let the weeding of souls begin. Eira ... jumps in with the three?! Get the big man out early, he’s the obvious power hitter. Eira, Grimm and Stormm working in tandem for the briefest of moments, the three power Murdoc into the corner and begin raining blows on the metal-masked monster. NCM remains in the corner, allowing them to take Murdoc to task without so much as a five count. Finally, underneath the unrelenting onslaught, Murdoc wisely falls out of the ring through the middle and top rope. Hitting the floor, he lands on his hands and knees as Eira, Stormm and Grimm back away from each other. That is, only long enough for Eira to get a running headstart and land a beautiful suicide dive onto a newly standing Murdoc! The impact sending both Untouchables several feet from the ring, NCM laughs and claps as Eira recovers like a cat ... Murdoc down for the moment. As she turns to enter the ring once more, she watches as Grimm and Stormm go at it on the opposite side of the ring. Grimm backing Stormm into a corner, he attempts to chop Stormm down with several knife-edged blows to the chest but the Genesis Champion reverses and lands several of his own. Stormm has the added bonus of underdog status in this match. With the other three being some heavy-hitters and Stormm having been left for dead in the Genesis division, he’s eager to show why he is STILL the man to look out for. And show it, he does. The crowd behind every strike, every blow ... he finally has Grimm on wobbled legs as Grimm pushes his way from the corner ... ... right into a dashing Eira! She’s re-entered the ring and ready to lay into some poor souls. Grimm catching her underneath the sternum, he lifts her high into the air to avoid the brunt of her impact. Eira falling from waaaaaaaaaay up there, Stormm is ready to catch her on the way down with an AMAZING dropkick. Almost LITERALLY straight up and down, Eira has nowhere to run to and takes it on the chin. So to speak. As she comes crashing to the mat for a double dose of impact, the crowd cringes before letting out a monsoon .... erm, Stormm-sized cheer. NCM is quite content to get in the mix, if only to get a better view of the carnage between the competitors. It’s pretty much cemented that he’s only there to make a pinfall or submission. He’s not worrying about count-outs or disqualifications. He, like every one in attendance, is just expecting a good FIGHT. The crowd doesn’t seem too upset with this. Stormm dropping in on the pin, Grimm quickly pulls Stormm off before NCM can even drop to make the count. Shoving Stormm away, Grimm drops to make the pin attempt ... actually netting a one count before Storm has landed a beautiful double axe handle strike to the Lord of Misrule’s back. Dragging Grimm to his feet, Stormm lands a few parting shots before whipping Grimm into the ropes. Eira wisely rolling to the side, Grimm counters the whip by slipping behind Stormm with a waistlock. He’s got the hold cinched in tight and with great force, hoists Stormm off the ground and slams him full tilt onto the mat face first. Taking Stormm’s back, he moves to Stormm’s left leg and begins driving several brutal elbow points to the back of the knee. Grimm obviously has done his homework, knowing that Stormm’s left leg has been severely injured several times in the past. This is simply his way of making sure Stormm doesn’t get the idea that they’re FRIENDS. You know. Singles match and all. Grimm actually letting the poor bastard go after driving his point home, he begins to back away to survey the situation ... and in THAT split-second .... he’s baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Murdoc grabs Grimm from behind by the hair and begins to pull him out onto the apron OVER the top rope. And there’s NCM, dutiful official, giving Murdoc a fairly quick count to release the hair. 1-2-3-4-... ... a quick count, but Murdoc has let go just as soon as Grimm is on the apron. Grimm, however, is not one to take this treatment so lightly and begins hammering away on the behemoth. Several blows alternating between the gut and the chest and Murdoc is staggered. Grimm backs away in time with Murdoc backing away to catch the quickest of breaths, when an explosion from Grimm! He rushes the big man and catches ... on the crooked elbow of Murdoc. A devastating clothesline that turns Grimm inside out and sends him crashing to the floor below. Several replays are shown of Murdoc absolutely demolishing the Hangtown Horror with a lariat. As Murdoc enters the ring, it’s clear he’s not at tippy-top condition ... but that’s where it gets dangerous for everyone else. Looking at the recovering competitors in the ring, Murdoc goes after the slightly farther along Eira and picks her up in military press fashion. Holding her high over his head, he waits. She’s struggling the entire way up but it’s no use. His grip is still as vaunted as ever. Stormm finally returning to his feet, a kink in the wheels obvious to everyone ... Murdoc knows Stormm isn’t going anywhere fast. He pushes Eira as high as he can and HURLS the World Champion back-first at the Genesis Champion. He has literally used a person as a weapon against another person. It’s like using Eira as a thrown log against Stormm. Uncanny. Eira collides with Stormm and both go crashing to the mat. Stormm manages to twist in such a way that Eira takes the hardest impact ... right onto her head and shoulder off to Stormm’s side. The monster is alive once more as him moves to BOTH downed competitors and covers them BOTH for a pinfall attempt. NCM ... is nowhere NEAR making a count. He drops lackadaisically to the mat and barely hits a one before both competitors kick out. Last straw? You have been had. Murdoc instantly pops ups from the mat and wraps his hands around NCM’s throat. He’s in NCM’s face and is on the verge on forcing him back into the corner when NCM begins to rant and rave, screaming about being the referee and Murdoc about to be thrown from the match, just like he threw his little hunny-bunny! Murdoc is nearly to that point, will he snap?! Murdoc reluctantly shoves NCM back into the corner to break off all contact, a Herculean effort to restrain himself from taking the ejection. As he spins to return to his dominant ways, Stormm is there to land a boot to the gut. Hooking the head, it takes all his might but he manages to lift the big man off his feet (with the aid of the waistband) and drops Murdoc sickly to the mat with a DDT. HANGCLOUD DDT! He couldn’t lift the big man high enough with the combination of opponent size and his own injured leg ... leading to a very sick and very SCARY DDT impact. The crowd is HUSHED at the brutality of the move. No one deserves to have a broken neck, not even a heartless bastard like Murdoc. As Stormm struggles to roll Murdoc over, Eira is there with a punch. A kick. SEVERAL punches. SEVERAL kicks. She’s backing Stormm into the corner. THOU SHALT NOT, Stormm! She’s raining heavy handed blows, the first of which Stormm attempts to answer but before long, Stormm’s responses are all but erased as Eira literally unloads onto Storm’s face and body. Over and over, this Violence Party is gonna last ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL night at this rate! Finally, Eira begins to slow and Stormm is a crumpled mess in the corner. Eira begins to drag Michaels out of the corner but .... SURPRISE! Grimm is there (what, you thought he vanished? Psht.) to springboard over the top rope! He’s been biding his time, watching the shenaniganry unfold. These people. Tch. Hooking Eira’s head on his way over, he twists in mid-air and uses all his momentum to pull Eira down to the mat headfirst. HARVEST! He just Harvested Eira! It’s a fan’s wet dream! Eira colliding hard thanks to the second sick DDT landing in 30 seconds, Grimm rolls her over for the pinfall. 1! 2! ... NO! Murdoc has crawled on his belly and used all of his weight to shove Grimm off of Eira. As he slowly clambers to his hands and knees, Grimm returns to Murdoc quickly and begins to help the dazed beast to his feet ... assist Murdoc to the slaughter. As Murdoc rises fully, Grimm with a handful of hair ... Murdoc suddenly breaks the hold and lets fly a BEAUTIFUL right hand! TEMPORARY OBLIVION for Grimm! The impact shaking Grimm’s brain within his skull, Grimm collapses to the mat ... as does Murdoc. Grimm watching the pretty dancing lights at the top of the arena, it’s several long and patient seconds before Murdoc drapes an arm over Grimm. NCM drops to the mat to make the three count! 1! 2! ... foot on the ropes! Grimm gets a foot on the ropes! ... actually? NCM has surreptitiously placed Grimm’s foot on the ropes with his free hand. Murdoc is in shock, but NCM makes it abundantly clear as he shoves Grimm out of the ring with his foot. What is NCM doing?! Murdoc staggering to his feet, he goes to grab Stormm from the corner he was left in ... but NCM is there first and tosses Stormm out of the ring to avoid the chance at the pinfall. ... and then it dawns on Murdoc, about the same time as it does everyone else. There is only one person left to pin in the ring. Eira. NCM smiles and nods, pointing cruelly at Eira who hasn’t moved an inch since Grimm harvested her. Murdoc turning to Eira, there is no hesitation on his part as he pulls her into the center of the ring and hooks the leg! 1! 2! ... 3!!! Winner: Murdoc via pinfall As NCM signals for the bell, he’s quick to escape the ring before Murdoc can take his revenge out! He’s laughing maniacally as Murdoc drags himself to the ropes, eyeing the madman with all the fires of Hell. Eira is stirring behind him, but the point has been made sickeningly clear: ‘I forced you to sacrifice your heart to win. You ARE a monster.’ As Murdoc slowly clambers to his feet, the crowd ... who WERE jeering the obviously biased officiating, is now on their feet with joy. NCM knows this is too saccharine sounding to be true so he begins to scan his surroundings. Attack, where’s the attack, where’s it coming from?! ... nowhere. It’s just Patrick Gregory Brooks at the top of the ramp. PATRICK GREGORY BROOKS?! NCM stops in mid-backpedal and stares at Brooks who has a microphone in hand. ‘Why hello there.’ The crowd cheers at his simple greeting. ‘Opportunity. Opportunity. For someone who has talked up opportunity tonight, I can’t say too much. NCM, you took the opportunity and perverted it into something ... well, something not very good. Your officiating was lazy, biased and downright bad. If you were a tenured referee, after that showing? You’d be FIRED.’ The crowd explodes at the suggestion that NCM may be released from his contract for such poor officiating. ‘You went into business for YOURSELF, and you cheated the fans out of the match that COULD have been. I don’t like that. The fans don’t like that. But they WILL like ... who I’m going to solve the problem.’ ‘NCM, you’ll get your showdown with Murdoc at Mass Destruction. And since there was no conclusive winner in the number one contender’s match for Murdoc’s title, I’ll even throw you a bone on that and name YOU the Number One contender at Mass Destruction only. At Mass Destruction, a new number one contender will be named. So you only have the one shot. There’s opportunity!’ NCM smiles and points with vile intent at Murdoc, who is now standing arm-in-arm with a recuperating Eira. ‘ ... but there will be no lax officiating. You want to let people fight, not follow the rules, make it no-disqualification? Well NCM, you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. At Mass Destruction, you will face Murdoc in a ... JUNKYARD BRAWL! You want to have your hobo horde infiltrate my arena, you want to play without RULES?! YOU GOT IT, BUCKO!’ With that, Brooks throws down the microphone and salutes the people as he makes his way backstage. NCM is in utter shock at the announcement, while in the ring ... if you could see underneath the metal mask ... ... you’d see a cruel smile creep across Murdoc’s face.

Thursday August 3rd, 2017 Main Event Two out of Three Falls Title is not on the Line If Nathan uses hatpins, he vacates his title. Seromine vs. Nathan Saniti Referee: Ed Lane Sasha Greene: The following match is two out of three falls! As a reminder, if Nathan Saniti uses his hatpins, he will VACATE his North American Title. The pipe organ of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” echoes throughout the arena. As an angelic children’s choir begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and his wife Destiny enter from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy. Sasha Greene: Being led to the ring by Destiny Willard. From Anaheim, California, he weighs two-hundred forty pounds, Seromine! He halts the clydesdales, then assists Destiny out of the ride. Slowly, the pair makes their way down to the ring, stopping to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a mixed reaction churns from the crowd. Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his wife, who is also dressed in a very conservative, black dress with a white collar and cuffs and two white buttons on the front. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance as they make their way to the ring steps. He lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He slowly makes his way around the ring, “blessing” the audience to a somewhat ungrateful reaction. Finally, he removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on during the match. Again, he holds the ropes as Destiny exits to ringside. Sasha Greene: And his opp… Sasha is cut off by Seromine. He rips the microphone out of her hand and proceeds to toss it into the crowd. She is ordered out of the ring. A request that she is all too happy to oblige. Seromine pays no mind to the booing that goes on. After a quick glance to his wife, he is out of the ring and making his way up the ramp. 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. And that’s as far as his entrance gets. Saniti tumbles down the ramp as Seromine rages out of the fog. He pummels his nemesis, paying no mind to the entourage behind him. Saniti’s signature hat gets stomped on and kicked off the ramp. His coat is pulled over his head hockey style as the Serpentine Sermonizer tees off with aggressive shots. Saniti is ripped off the ramp and sent chest first into the railing down below. Seromine jumps down and tackles him into the faithful. The referee finds himself questioning Destiny, but she offers no answers. The heated rivals are lost in the crowd, but with how the fans are parting, are nearing an exit. Sure enough Seromine finds himself now on the defense as Nathan clotheslines him over with a furious clothesline. He soon climbs over in time to trade shots. Neither man has any use for the zebra’s instructions. Jerry Andrews: Well that didn’t take long! Ace Anderson: These two HATE each other. Seromine is out for redemption. Seromine cuts in with a knee to the midsection and follows it by slamming Nathan into the ring apron. Or would that be attempted? Saniti blocks the act and it’s Seromine instead who gets a dose of the ring. He’s rolled inside with Saniti close behind. DING! DING! DING! The match is now officially underway and these two pick up where they left off at Living a Legacy. Seromine takes a few stomps to the gut as he is shoved into the ropes. He finds himself being Irish whipped and flipped over with a sudden knee to said gut. Saniti keeps him seated and has a go at the opposite side facing his opponent. Seromine meets a dropkick as his head smacks into the canvas. Saniti pulls him up and runs him face first into the corner. Another whip attempt nets a reversal for Seromine. He follows Nathan in and smacks him with a spinning heel kick, of which, places him onto the ring apron. Saniti is down to a knee, but catches Seromine mid air with a snap power slam. The dark colored dressed Seromine fights off the feeling and rolls himself out of the ring. Seromine shoves off the defenseless steel steps out of anger while Destiny comes to his aid. She issues some TLC to his back while also attempting to calm him down. Saniti barks for his foe to try attacking him now that he is aware. Seromine fires off a few unsavory words in reply. He slides in and then back out of the ring, just as Nathan’s foot was to meet his body. Seromine pulls Saniti down by both feet and yanks him under the bottom rope. Seromine unloads with alternating uppercuts to stagger the North American champion. He then grabs a handful of his wild hair and introduces him to the railing. Then the apron. Then the railing again. And one last time for the apron. Saniti is forced back inside and Seromine wastes little time to keeping on him. Jerry Andrews: Seromine is showing off his aggressive side here. But he may want to be careful. Ace Anderson: Of what? Hatpins? I’d love for Nathan to try and use some. Just so he loses his title! Nathan’s hands are forced on the canvas. Seromine stomps the hell out of both while yelling “How does it feel?!” Saniti tries to protect them against his body, but it leaves him wide open for a surprising shining wizard. Saniti flips back as Seromine sneaks in a quick cover. 1! Not even so much as a two. The preacher partially steps over him and begins to unload a series of vicious forearm shots. The referee has to get in the middle and issue a warning because of where they are landing. Seromine glares and pulls Saniti to his feet. Saniti is driven into the nearest corner from a split legged jawbreaker. Seromine spins to his feet and comes in with a spear. Nathan drops to his knees, cradling his stomach and gasping for air. Seromine continues to be ultra aggressive as he sits him back in the corner. Seromine runs to the far corner, spins on his heels and runs full speed back to Nathan. Saniti moves out of the way as he avoids a cannonball splash. Saniti pulls himself up and meets Seromine with a bell clap. His disorientation is enough to stop him for the time being. Seromine is next dropped with a tilt a whirl backbreaker, which is followed by a pin. 1! Nope. As before, not even a two. Just the roles are reversed. Nathan executes a beautiful snap suplex in front of Destiny. He notices her from the corner of his eye and shoots an unnerving smile. It returns a narrowing of her eyes. Seromine is scoop slammed down. Saniti bounces himself off the ropes as he hits an elbow drop. Seromine attempts to get out of the ring again, but this time is unable. He is slammed down a second time. Saniti finds himself using the ropes as a springboard as he attempts a moonsault. He eats double knees for his troubles. He rolls off and is left in the fetal. Seromine gathers his thoughts as he tries locating where his wife’s voice is coming from. Stretching out his back, he meets Nathan in the center with a spinning roundhouse kick that nearly takes the Madcap Magician’s head off. Seromine hits a springboard moonsault of his own and even goes as far as to rub it in Nathan’s face. Jerry Andrews: Teeth meet front row. Ace Anderson: Well, at least we know there is a Good Doctor in the house, because Nathan may need one soon. Jerry Andrews: Calling him a Doctor is a bit of a stretch… Nathan is met with a trio of Northern light suplexes, with the last being a release version. Seromine gets up and waits for Saniti to do the same. Picking his spot he runs him into the corner with force. Seromine wraps the tag rope around Saniti’s throat while shielding the deed from the referee’s view. Saniti frantically tries to get free of his bind. Sensing the clock is almost out, the Serpentine Sermonizer lets go. Then changes to a blatant choke until the count of four is reached. Seromine releases once more and walks away with his hands held in the air. The faithful are merciless in their booing. The ref, after checking on Saniti’s condition, comes over to question Seromine. He’s moved out of the way so that Nathan can aggressively be sent over the top rope. A suicide dive from Seromine drives Nathan back into the railing. Seromine sits on a knee as he lifts Nathan’s head up. It’s almost as if he is studying a wounded animal. Saniti swipes at him and pays the price. His face meets the floor as Destiny is seen applauding in the background with a pleased smile. The Serpentine Sermonizer glares at the referee again as he mocks the count being levied. Action returns to the ring with Seromine nailing a leaping brain buster. He goes for another pin and this time, hooks the legs. 1. 2. Nathan kicks out. Seromine tries his best to remain calm, but you can tell he is unhappy about the count and the kick-out. Evidenced by his challenge of the pace. He turns around to a flurry of shots to the gut. They push him back and stop the momentum, but not much else. He rakes Saniti’s eyes and runs him head first into the turnbuckle. Again. And a third. Nathan slumps but is leaned up like a folded chair. Saniti is sent to the opposite side. He collides with authority. Seromine points his fingers like a gun complete with a mock trigger being pulled. He charges and...hits the post with his shoulder! Saniti seizes the opportunity, making sure to keep the weight down on the wounded right side as he scores a schoolboy. 1! 2! 3! And he GETS the pin! This naturally has the fans on their feet and Seromine angered after kicking out a hair past the three count. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the first fall, Nathan Saniti! He looks on with shock that he fell victim to such a textbook pin. Destiny is quickly over to him as she gets his attention. Seromine is now forced to be careful with fall two. Being his voice of reason, she does her best to get him to move on. Seromine massages his shoulder and is quick to pounce on Saniti. Or so he thought. Nathan blocks each haymaker attempt and fires off his own. Seromine is whipped and thrown into the lights with a back body drop. He spins up and gets knocked back down with a trio of clotheslines for his troubles. He swings wildly. Nathan ducks and hits a spinning sit out powerbomb. Destiny pulls her husband out of the ring before Saniti can follow up though, drawing the ire of the referee. She pleads her case to him, explaining the shoulder issue, but gets a stern warning. Nathan himself is not happy about the intrusion. Rather than confront her and leave himself vulnerable, he instead pulls him back inside and out to the center. Seromine finds his head being hooked as Nathan nails him with Shaken Baby Syndrome! The disorientated former International Champion is on spaghetti legs. Double under-hook suplex! A pin! 1! 2! Thre- NO! Seromine has just enough to get his shoulder off the mat. Nathan sends him into the ropes and attempts a corkscrew elbow, but finds himself spinning into air. Seromine has hooked his arms around the top rope to prevent running into said move. Saniti never knew what hit him. A sickening savate kick connects under the chin as both men are down. Seromine is up first and he brings Nathan with him. He pulls him into a short arm lariat. NO HE DOESN’T! Saniti spins around and waist-locks Seromine, preventing the start of his Ashes to Ashes finisher. Seromine fights off a German suplex and spins so that he is behind Saniti. He buries his right knee to the kidney, standing Nathan upright. Saniti is turned around into a second lariat attempt, and this one damn near decapitates. A nasty DDT lays out Nathan Saniti as Seromine gets the cover. 1! 2! 3! And just like that, the count is tied. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the second fall, Seromine! Destiny is elated outside of the ring. Seromine sits on his knees and smiles triumphantly as he gets a breather. He gets back up and begins to taunt Nathan as the weight of the matter begins setting in. Seromine asks “Where are your hatpins, now?” before going off with stinging roundhouse kicks to the chest. Nathan is pulled up and flung into the ropes. Seromine drops his head, but catches Nathan’s foot in time to convert things into a dragon leg whip. Seromine floats it into a sudden Texas cloverleaf! And he has it locked in away from the ropes. Saniti yells from the pain and pressure as he digs his fingers into his head. The referee is in position to call for the submission should Nathan decide he can no longer go on. Jerry Andrews: Will Saniti be forced to call it quits here? Ace Anderson: He already has from where I’m sitting! PRA-ISE THE LORD! Jerry Andrews: You need help, Ace. Help and to lay off the kool-aid. With the faithful firmly behind him, Saniti staves off the temptation of tapping. He drags himself closer and closer to any rope he can reach. Seromine releases the hold, steps through and deadlift German suplexes Saniti with a bridge. 1! 2! THRE- ALMOST! Saniti kicks the fuck out before the hand can hit the mat. Seromine sits and looks stunned. Destiny brings herself around so that she can directly communicate with him. Again, voice of reason. Seromine massages his temples out of frustration with the kickout. Saniti is brought up as he takes a forearm to the head. He fires one in return. Seromine throws a second and then takes a second. You know what happens from here. The enemies trade forearms back and forth, dead center in the ring, dead on their feet and from both sides. Neither man gets the advantage, but the faithful are loving every second of it. Out of nowhere, Saniti roars with a flurry that Seromine is unable to stop. Rocking him on his heels, Saniti busts out a quick hurricanrana...and HOLDS IT for a pin!! 1! 2! 3! NO! It’s Seromine’s turn to just narrowly avoid disaster! Destiny exhales with relief as again, both men are down. Saniti pounds the mat from his own frustration. His fights through his own aches and pains as he beats Seromine to his feet. Strangely, Nathan does nothing. Just stands there. Seromine is offered to take a free swing. He finds the request fishy, but can’t resist taking a swipe at his sworn enemy. Saniti has just lured the angered Californian into a Whirling Dervish! One of Nathan’s trademark moves! Seromine bounces off the mat. Saniti fights for a pin, but is unable as Seromine has enough to get himself out of the ring. Down. But far safer than if he had stayed inside. Jerry Andrews: OH! Nathan may have had him there, Ace. Seromine was fortunate… Ace Anderson (cutting him off): Seromine was smart enough to get out of the ring. I fixed your flaw for you. An angered Magician thinks better of exiting the ring. Destiny has made herself a human shield. He instead contemplates the reality of a count out victory to get the final fall. Or not! Nathan knows what is on the line and Destiny be damned, the fight doesn’t involve her. Saniti collects Seromine and returns things to the ring. Saniti issues a warning of his own to Mrs. Willard. As does the referee. She motions as if she is little miss innocent. Seromine stuns Nathan with a chop to the throat. He whips him to the corner, but Nathan climbs it and comes down onto Seromine’s head with a Will-O-The-Wisp! And there’s another pin! 1! 2! NO! Seromine gets a foot on the ropes this time and Nathan Saniti is just beside himself. The fans are on the edge of their seats in this main event tilt. Both men are worn, but one of them is going to earn the right to call themselves a winner. Nathan knows what must be done. He pulls Seromine around into a backslide position. He doesn’t actually go for it, but instead flips himself over so that he is in front of Seromine. UNREALITY CHECK! Nathan has just hit his finisher!! ...NO HE DOESN’T! Seromine sensed his pending doom and somehow counters this. He turns things around into a dragon suplex, dumping Nathan on his head and neck. But he is unable to follow it up. Both men are down and out. Destiny is beside herself to get her hubby stirred. Saniti is flat on his back, eyes closed, but with a cheshire grin on his face. Let that sink in. The referee has no choice but to begin counting both men out. By the time he reaches nine, they are up enough to have it waved. Seromine sends Nathan into the corner, but he comes charging out with a furious clothesline. It’s ducked! Seromine pulls a jump spinning roundhouse kick! It’s avoided! Seromine finds himself spun around and picked up on Nathan’s shoulders. He fights off any attempts from that position to slide behind him. Seromine waistlocks Saniti. There’s a switch. Saniti with a German suplex! He doesn’t have enough strength to keep it bridged, however. Instead, he begins to make a circle around the fallen Seromine with bunny hop motions. A standing moonsault! MARCH HARE HOP! Seromine pulls him into an inside cradle from out of nowhere and the referee is there to meet them! 1! 2! 3! YES! NO! Saniti BARELY kicks out of this!! A split second away from loss! He does favor his ribs while Seromine screams the f-bomb as loud as his lungs will allow. They find themselves back up. Saniti counters an attempted European uppercut. He spins around to a second backslide position. UNREALITY CHECK! Seromine’s head is spiked with a DDT. The fans roar on their feet. Destiny is beyond the point of concern. Saniti works to push Seromine over and there’s the pin! 1! 2! 3!! NO! NO! NO! Seromine BARELY gets a semblance of a kick-out a millisecond before the ref gets to three. A collective arena of surprise greets a fallen Saniti, as he himself can’t believe that didn’t end things. He rolls over and sits up. Exhaustion is etched on his face. He must be asking himself WHAT does he have to do to put Seromine down?? Destiny is breathing easier, but she’s in full anxiety mode outside. She rushes as close as she can get to her husband, pleading with him to recover. Nathan brings an equally tired Seromine up to his feet. Seromine is picked up and deposited onto the top turnbuckle. Saniti scales up with him with a tightrope act. The Madcap Magician is going for what appears to be a superplex. Seromine comes to life and fires off shot after shot to try to stop this. Saniti is moved down to the middle ropes, but remains with the advantage. He gets Seromine partially off the ropes, but is unable to actually suplex him. Seromine again fires off combinations and actually stuns Nathan long enough to get him away from the corner. He shakes off the cobwebs and regains a sense of where he is. Seromine gets off the top rope, charges at Saniti...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! AGAIN both are down as the referee begins counting them out. They are up at nine. Seromine thumbs the magician in the eye and sends him shoulder first into the ring post. Nathan stumbles into a schoolboy. Seromine is attempting to win with how he lost the first fall! Feet on the ropes! 1! 2! 3---REF SEES HIS FEET! Seromine may have had that, but the referee spots the cheat. Seromine abandons the idea, albeit reluctantly. He brings Saniti to his feet by the wrist. Seromine yells something but it’s not picked up. Nathan is pulled into a short-arm clothesline...BUT he spins it around to lock Seromine’s arms in backslide! Seromine resists the potential for ANOTHER Unreality Check. They jockey back and forth for the advantage. Nathan manages to partially get himself over, but Seromine drops to a knee. Saniti powers Seromine back up, only this time, he has his left knee kicked out from behind. He surprises Nathan with an ugly neck breaker, folding him backwards (feet are touching his back). Nathan is peeled off with help from the referee. Seromine finds himself grabbing the ropes until he is wavering on the top. Can it be a blast from his past?? … I-5 STAR FINISH!! Seromine goes back to his calling card from his days as The Anarchist with a high elevation frog splash. His momentum not only knocks the wind of Nathan’s sails, but his as well, while also propelling him flat onto his back. Seromine clutches his torso. He rolls over and literally has to drag himself to go for the pin. With one last gasp of energy, he throws his right arm over him. 1! 2! 3! and this time he gets it! The referee calls for the bell as Destiny rushes to her husband’s side. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the third and final fall, Seromine! “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” begins to play as the referee checks on Nathan. An overjoyed Destiny helps her husband carefully out of the ring. She kisses him and then turns her head back to point and laugh at the fallen Magician. The last thing heard from Seromine himself is, “I told him so!” Ace Anderson: The might of God wins the day! Seromine has won! Jerry Andrews: Well, it certainly wasn’t for a lack of cheating attempts by the preacher. Ace Anderson: Sometimes, to beat the devil, you have to fight fire with fire. Jerry Andrews: I worry about your grasp on reality.

Ace Anderson: What an intense rivalry those two had!

Jerry Andrews: ABSOLUTELY LEGENDARY! We'll be right back!

Thursday May 11th, 2017 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.

Tuesday May 6th, 2014 Singles Match Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith Referee(s): Manny Cruz The crowd is ready and willing to see a hot match REGARDLESS and they’re cheering at the sudden change of plans. Melina Cruz makes her way backstage, her services in providing additional officiating no longer required. But enough talk. Fuck the waiting, let’s do this! The two men stand across the ring from each other, ready to compete in this one-on-one match that was supposed to be a fatal fourway. They hesitate for a moment and then meet in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy is the first to attack as he swings a punch a Steel! Steel blocks it and he returns with a punch of his own! Steel smiles and he knees Crazy Boy in the stomach. He then hits him with an elbow to the back of his head. Steel then grabs him by the back of the head and he and tosses him down to the mat! Steel then starts to unload on Crazy Boy with a series of stomps! Cory Steel pulls Crazy Boy up. He Irish whips him across the ring. Crazy Boy bounces off of the ropes and Steel goes for a clothesline. Crazy Boy ducks. He rebounds off of the ropes and then hits Steel with a jumping heel kick! He then goes for the cover: 1…… 2…… Kickout! Crazy Boy pulls Steel up to his feet. He sets him up, but Cory Steel breaks free. Steel then hits Crazy Boy with a hard clothesline sending him down to the mat! Cory Steel then mounts him and starts to unload on him with punches to the face. The referee yells for Steel to open his hand, but there's nothing else he can do given the rules of the match. Cory Steel then stands up. He pulls Crazy Boy to his feet, sets him up and delivers a sit out powerbomb! Steel now goes for the cover but he gets only a two count! Steel picks up Crazy Boy and WHIPS HIM HARD into the corner. Steel follows him into the corner, but Crazy Boy kicks him right in the chest. Crazy Boy now grabs "The Bear" and he slams him head first into the turnbuckle. Crazy Boy now pulls him out of the corner and he hits a on armed DDT! Crazy Boy with the cover and Cory Steel with the kickout at two! Crazy Boy slides off his opponent and he slides to the outside of the ring as the crowd cheers. He reaches into the ring and he grabs Cory Steel by his leg. He pulls him to the outside under the bottom rope. Crazy Boy sets Cory Steel up for a suplex, but Steel blocks it! He then lifts his opponent up for a suplex of his own and he suplexes him back-first onto the barrier at ringside! Crazy Boy falls off of the barrier and down onto the floor with a thud. "The Bear" now pulls Crazy Boy up and he Irish whips him into the steel stairs. Crazy Boy hits the stairs shoulder-first. Cory Steel now pulls him up and he rolls him back into the ring. Back inside the ring, Steel goes for a cover.... but Crazy Boy gets his shoulder up at two! Steel pulls his opponent up, but Crazy Coy hits him with a fist to the midsection. As Steel doubles over, Crazy Boy connects with an uppercut, which drops his opponent to the mat. Crazy Boy stands up now and he pulls Steel up to his feet. He goes for a short-arm clotheslines, but Steel ducks it. Steel then hits Crazy Boy with a clothesline of his own! He then pulls him up. Suddenly Crazy Boy charges forward and he leaps up with a spinning heel kick! "The Bear" dodges it and then charges at Crazy Boy, hitting him with a huge spear! Steel with a cover! 1…… 2…… Kickout by Crazy Boy! Steel then pulls Crazy Boy up. He sets him up for a suplex! He lifts him up, but Crazy Boy floats over and drops down behind him! As Steel turns around, Crazy Boy hits him with a big right hand to the side of the head! He then pulls him up and he hits Steel with a DDT! Crazy Boy covers his opponent now.... but the count is only two! Crazy Boy pulls Steel up, but suddenly Steel grabs him and he drives him into the mat with a big spinebuster! He then pulls Crazy Boy up and delivers The Sickest Kill I! The cover.... and the victory!!! Winner: Cory “The Bear” Steel!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night! But we can't slow down now! Here's more!

Tuesday February 11th, 2014 Main Event Non-Title Tag Team Match Andy D & Grimm (International ©) vs. Eira (World ©) & Non Compos Mentis Referee: Eddie Lane “SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!” The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more. “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 walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!” He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!” The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come. The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other ... championship belt draped over her shoulder and head tipped back. Walking towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path. Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin .. slowly inching towards her tag team partner’s corner but not getting TOO chummy, if you know what I mean. When you’re dreaming, you feel alive. At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps 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 sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song. This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there. The entrance music of Grimm is suddenly cut short by ... The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' blasting out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy stops shy of sliding into the ring ... looking at Grimm standing to his side. The two give an almost imperceptible nod as they hit the ring in tandem! The pair rush Eira and NCM and a brawl ensues! The referee trying to get everything under control, he’s having a hell of a time with these particular four individuals. Well, three. He just can’t freakin’ catch Andy D, he’s so quick. Otherwise, it’s a safe bet that Andy D would back off. It takes a few chaotic moments but it’s finally settled that NCM and Andy D are going to start things off. The two moving at a quick pace, NCM manages to at LEAST keep up with Andy. Andy moving at a dizzying pace, he finally catches NCM in a rare mis-step and drops him with a beautiful standing dropkick. The crowd is wild as Andy begins to drag NCM over to his corner with a waiting Grimm. However, NCM knows better and fights off Andy before he can make the quick tag to the Horror of Hangtown. NCM backing towards his own corner, he points at his own head as if to say ‘I’m smarter than that’ The two squaring off again, this time it’s NCM on top as he wraps Andy up in a tight headlock. Cranking on the neck and head, Andy fights to shove NCM but finds himself unable. Pushing with all his might, Andy forces NCM into the ropes and goes to push NCM off of him ... ... but NCM holds on for dear life and drags Andy with him, still clutching the head and neck. Andy going to lift NCM, he again finds himself unable ... but the surprise of Andy D managing to lift NCM off of his feet is enough for Andy to slip out from underneath and escape the hold. Andy rushing NCM’s back, he hops nimbly onto NCM’s shoulders and goes for a hurricanrana .. but NCM blocks it and begins to lift Andy back up for what could be a powerbomb. Andy fighting for everything he’s worth, he manages to stagger NCM back and using his feet ... pushes off the top rope behind NCM and completes the hurricanrana! The crowd lets loose a cheer as NCM is recovering across the ring. He takes a dash at NCM but NCM has the presence of mind to catapult Andy up and over into the ropes. Andy landing on the second rope nimbly, he springboards back for a back elbow but is absolutely floored with a huge lariat to the back of the neck that sickly crumples him to the mat. NCM going for the quick pinfall, Andy is quick to escape and NCM drags Andy towards his corner and tags in the World Champion! Eira moving in towards Andy, the pair whip Andy into the ropes and go for a double clothesline but Andy ducks ... avoiding impact. As he rebounds, Andy hops up and goes for a double dropkick! The impact catches NCM in the mush, but Eira is quick to dodge under it and, with lightning fast reflexes, catches Andy on his way down and affects a HUGE falling neckbreaker to Andy. Preventing the momentum from building any further, Eira goes for a quick cover as NCM rolls out to the apron. 1 ... 2 ... Grimm is in and throws a boot to the back of Eira, breaking up the pinfall as Eira rolls off of Andy. Eira stunned only momentarily, she’s back on Andy D with a renewed vigor and wraps Andy D up in a beautiful Anaconda Vice hold. Only one of Andy’s hands free, he flails and struggles, starting to drag himself with one hand and his feet towards the rope. It’s a slow trek, all the while dragging the full weight of the World Champ along with him until he FINALLY makes it to the rope with his feet. Eira waits until 4 and 1/2 before releasing the hold ... wanting to do as much damage to the head and neck as she possibly can. As Andy writhes in pain on the mat, Eira sizes up the situation and waits for all of two seconds ... letting Andy get just close enough to try and go for a tag before dragging him back to the center of the ring. A sadistic cat-and-mouse game. Eira dropping onto Andy’s back once in the center of the ring, she hooks the head and arm and falls back, wrapping her legs around his waist in a sick Dragon Sleeper. Andy again finding himself trapped by the head and neck, it really must be wearing on the young man! Andy unable to drag himself to the ropes, Grimm takes matters into his own hands and rushes in to drop an elbow to the world champ’s exposed head. The hold broken, the referee begins to force Grimm (and by force, I mean politely suggest Grimm go back to) his corner. Eira shaking the cobwebs loose, she moves to NCM and tags him in ... but a vital mistake and Andy is right near his own corner as soon as Grimm makes it outside. A tag on both sides, and it’s now NCM and GRIMM as the legal men! The two wading into each other, Grimm gets the quick upperhand and drops NCM with a huge bell clap followed by a series of sickening headbutts. Grimm dropping to NCM’s level, he begins to wail on the Hobo King. Unchecked shots from the Lord of Misrule and NCM is on dream street. Eira rushes in to assist but is met with a running shoulder block that sends her head-over-heels to the apron. Grimm picking NCM up, he drags him to a near turnbuckle and begins pounding the skull of NCM into the top pad. The fans start out counting, but soon grow tired of it after Grimm has bashed NCM’s brains in about 20 times. Finally, the referee interjects himself and forces Grimm off of NCM for only a moment. Grimm working NCM over with reckless abandon, Grimm forces NCM back into the corner and makes a quick tag to Andy D. Andy hopping over the top rope, the pair irish whip the Hobo King over back into his own corner. Grimm using momentum, he hurls Andy across the ring and watches as Andy lands a BEAUTIFUL Stinger Splash on NCM! But there’s Eira ... making the sneaky on the back tag that the referee calls but Andy and Grimm are unaware of. NCM stuck in the corner, Eira can wait no longer and rushes Grimm ... forcing him back into and THROUGH the ropes. An out of nowhere attack as Andy is focused on the ‘legal’ man, NCM. As Andy goes to drag NCM from the corner, Eira is behind Andy and hops onto his shoulders ... falling back and landing an earth-shaking reverse hurricanrana! Eira falling over Andy, the referee drops to make the count! 1! 2! ... 3! The bell rings and Grimm is unable to get back into the ring in time to save the match. Winners: NCM and Eira As the crowd lets out a strange mix of boos and cheers, Eira stands in the center of the ring ... hand raised high. NCM struggling to his feet while Andy rolls to the ring and Grimm is leaving the area with a less-than-thrilled look on his face, Eira is celebrating the surprise victory when suddenly ... ATTACK! NCM is on top of her and pounding away on Eira after a well fought victory! The beatdown is vicious ... violent ... and savage. The crowd boos NCM but lets fly a cheer as ... Murdoc emerges from the back? The crowd is cheering MURDOC?! Maybe they just don’t want to see such a closely contested match such as this one to end this way. Maybe they’re all drunk. Who knows? Whatever the case may be, NCM stands and watches as Murdoc approaches the ring. He gets to the ringside area and NCM lets out a shrill whistle. And from under the ring, like the rats they are, the Horde approacheth! Murdoc making it into the ring before the Horde can grab him, he makes a beeline straight for NCM! Managing to shove NCM back into the corner with definitive force, he rolls Eira out of the ring and is on the verge of escaping with her when they strike. The unwashed masses descending upon Murdoc, he’s fighting valiantly ... tooth and nail. But even Murdoc cannot fend off this number and soon is buried under a pulsating sea of flesh. Eira slowly beginning to make her way to her feet, she immediately goes for the timekeeper’s bell and her title to make the numbers a little more even when ... BAM! Whitey Ford from the crowd cracks her on the skull with a fan’s steel chair! Hopping the barricade, Whitey begins to lay into Eira with chairshots and boots while in the ring, a riot has begun with NCM and his Horde taking Murdoc to the proverbial woodshed!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we've had, but we're about to take our final commercial break of the evening. That's right! When we return, without commercial interruption, we will present our main event of the evening! Don't go anywhere!

[PCW Staff]

Sasha Greene: "The following match is a non-title triple threat Championship Showcase scheduled for one fall!"

The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.

Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.

"In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting his opponents.

Sasha Greene: "Introducing first, he is the PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!"

The throaty growl of "Hross" by Skáld begins as the tron flickers to life with snow. ᛚᚢᚴᛁ flashes in white letters across the snow-flecked screen before the runes begin to flicker, alternating between the Nordic symbols and Loki. As the heavy strings take over Loki stands on the stage, black hood pulled up. Fog and snow envelop the stage as he makes his way slowly down the ramp.

As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Loki stops and surveys the crowd for a moment before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. He circles the ring before exploding off the ropes, crosses the ring, and leaps onto the middle rope, throwing back his hood just as the music picks up.

The music starts to fade as Loki removed the black leather jacket and throws it out of the ring. Retreating to the corner, he readies himself as he awaits the start of the match.

Sasha Greene: "And, he is the PCW North American Champion: LOKI!"

Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.

Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.

Sasha Greene: "And now, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."

The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.

Sasha Greene: "... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the World title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.

Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

PCW Championship Showcase

Non-Title Triple Threat Match

Stormm (PCW World ©) vs Loki (PCW North American ©) vs Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©)

Referee: Ed Lane

DING
DING
DING

The three men start the match looking at one another, barely moving.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like no one wants to make the first move and potentially make the first mistake!

Ace Anderson: No titles are on the line tonight, but you know that there's a hell of a lot of pride at stake. Each of these men wants to show that they're the best champion in the company right now.

Jerry Andrews: And that's something that's been special about PCW, almost all throughout its history: On any given night, almost anyone can win. We have certainly been blessed with some incredible talent in this company.

Finally, Rick Majors moves first, rushing at Loki with an attempted clothesline. The North American champion dodges it and kicks Majors in the stomach. He tries to set him up, but Stormm immediately clubs him in the back. Stormm now grabs Loki and he hits a belly to back suplex. Stormm stands up, and he walks right into a knee lift from Rick Majors. Majors sets him up, but Stormm breaks free and he clotheslines the Genesis Champion down to the mat. Stormm turns and he's hit with a dropkick to the knee by Loki that takes him off his feet.

Jerry Andrews: The action is fast and furious so far in this one!

Ace Anderson: You might even say it's too fast, too furious.

Jerry Andrews: I would not say that.

Ace Anderson: Tokyo drift.

Loki now turns to Majors and he clothesline him down to the mat. He then sets him up and hits a HUGE running powerbomb! He goes for a cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: And Stormm breaks up the pinfall!

Stormm now pulls Loki up and he hits him with an uppercut. He then takes him down to the mat with a front Russian leg sweep! Suddenly, Rick Majors hits him in the back with a double axehandle as Loki rolls out of the ring.

Ace Anderson: You can't take your eye off anyone in this match for a moment. That's what makes triple threat matches so difficult. You need to have eyes in the back of your head.

Majors grabs Stormm now. Stormm shoves him away. Majors goes for a spinning heel kick, but Stormm manages to duck under it, dropping low and clipping his leg out from under him! Majors scrambles quickly, trying to get to the ropes to help himself up...and Stormm simply grabs him by the head and pulls him up instead, landing a hard knee to the gut for his troubles! He presses Majors against the ropes, before Irish whipping him off them and attempting a sidewalk slam... only to get Majors running at him and hitting a flying clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Impressive move to stop Stormm's momentum!

The move knocks Stormm off his feet and sends Majors stumbling into the ropes, before toppling to the mat. He holds at his leg in pain, attemptng to shake it off as Stormm lays out on the mat.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Majors may have injured his knee when Stormm took his leg out earlier.

Majors quickly tries to ignore the pain, as he crawls across the ring towards Stormm... falling over him for the cover!

1...
2...
KICKOUT!!!

Majors uses the ropes to pull himself up, and he's immediately attacked by Loki! The North American Champion hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex that throws him almost clear across the ring! Rick staggers to his feet and Loki takes him down with a clothesline. Suddenly Stormm slugs Loki in the back as Majors crawls to the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm setting Loki up now...

Hangcloud DDT! A cover:

1....
2....

Rick Majors dives over and breaks up the pin. Stormm and Majors stand up now. Majors swings at him. Stormm ducks it, catches him, and hits a double arm underhook suplex! He's about to go for a cover when Loki grabs him from behind and he hits him with a German suplex! He doesn't have much time to enjoy it however, as Rick Majors comes from behind grabs him by the head before pummeling him with a flurry of punches, culminating in a vicious uppercut! Rick drops a trifecta of elbows that drop Loki to the mat. Stormm is up now. He charges at Majors who sidesteps him. He grabs Stormm but the World Champion breaks free. He then quickly kicks Majors in the stomach and drops him to the mat with a DDT!

Stormm goes for a cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Loki breaks it up!

Loki pulls Stormm up, but Stormm fires at him with a series of strikes, staggering him and sending him back into the corner. Stormm turns around just in time to see Majors coming! He drops him with a clothesline and turns around to get a dropkick to the fact courtesy of Loki!

Ace Anderson: No one can get the upperhand for long in this match!

Loki turns to Majors who is getting to his feet. He tries a suplex, but Majors blocks it then reverses it into a brainbuster! Rick Majors waits for Loki to get to his feet before trying The Centre of Attention! Loki ducks it and dropkicks Rick in the knee before planting him with the Broken Convictions! Both men lie prone on the mat as Stormm slowly gets to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Watch out, the World Champion is back up!

Stormm pulls Loki to his feet, but gets a boot to the stomach. Loki now rebounds off the ropes. His attempt at a neckbreacker is countered into a spinning facebuster. Stormm makes the cover:

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors breaks it up at two!

Majors pulls Stormm up, but he's kicked in his injured knee and he falls to the mat. Stormm turns to Loki who swings at him. Stormm ducks it and he knees him in the stomach before hitting a DDT. Stormm picks Loki off the mat and whips him to the ropes. Loki bounces off, and as he comes back off he is meet with a devastating Tilt awhirl Slam by Stormm.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm with a cover!

1....
2....

Ace Anderson: Loki gets the shoulder up!

Stormm gets back on his feet. He picks Loki up once again but Loki starts hitting Stormm with left and right jabs in the side.

Jerry Andrews: Right and Left jabs into the ribs of Stormm!

Majors stops the flurry, grabbing Loki and hitting him with a German suplex. He then turns to Stormm and pulls him up. Stormm staggers him with a chinbreaker then clotheslines him to the mat. Majors rolls away and Stormm turns back to Loki, pulling him up to his feet. Loki starts throwing haymakers to the jaw of Stormm, knocking him into the corner. Suddenly, Loki goes wild with random punches of fury to the
body of Stormm, mounting the turnbuckle so he can punch down with greater force. Suddenly, Stormm blocks a punch then powerbombs the hell out of him!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm showing his incredible power with that powerbomb! What a move! This match could be over!

Stormm with a cover:
1...
2...

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors breaks it up! The match continues!

Majors pulls Stormm up and he tries to get him into a double underhook position! Stormm breaks free and clotheslines Majors to the mat! Loki is back up and Stormm turns to face him. Stormm starts to measure the groggy Loki, waiting for him to fully stand on his feet. He then runs toward him and flips Loki over the ropes with a beautiful dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: Loki just hit the floor in front of us HARD!

Stormm turns and he's kneed in the stomach by Majors. Majors sets him up, but Stormm powers out and he backs Rick into the corner. Stormm hits a few knife edge chops. He then whips him across the ring . . CRACK . . Majors hits the turnbuckle chest first with a thud. Then Rick stumbles out of the corner. Stormm then drives out of his corner, and hits Majors with a chopblock takedown.

Jerry Andrews: Taking out Rick's knee!

Ace Anderson: Taking out Rick's INJURED knee! I have to admit, that's smart!

Stormm quickly gets up and he pulls Majors up. Majors strikes him in the face then tackles him down to the mat, unloading on him with punches. Rick Majors stands up and waits as Stormm slowly climbs back on his feet. Majors then knees Stormm in the stomach, bending him down. He tries for a double underhook again, but Stormm fights free. He swings at Majors, but Majors grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Stormm bounces off the ropes and as he comes back he quickly hits Rick Majors with a powerful clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: That clothesline made Majors go down hard!

Stormm is about to pull Majors up when Loki returns to the ring and hits him with a double axehandle to the back! Loki turns Stormm around, but Stormm hits him with a forearm to the face! Stormm now gets behind him, wraps his left arm around Loki's neck, and leans them backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of his tights with his free right hand, and lifts Loki off of the ground. He then falls backwards, bringing Loki with him, and plants his head and neck onto the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Hangcloud DDT!

Stormm now pulls Loki up. He sets him up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of his head, and Loki's left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Loki's left leg, lifting it up close to his own torso, and then lifts him up into the cradle suplex position. Stormm then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Loki is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back.

Jerry Andrews: FORCE OF NATURE!!!

The cover:
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Ace Anderson: Rick Majors again!

Majors throws Stormm off of Loki, tossing him under the bottom rope to the outside! Majors now gets up to his feet, still limping. He pulls Loki up, sets him up in a double underhook position and...

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!!

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3!!!!

Stormm dives into the ring, but it's too late! The match is over! Rick Majors rolls off and, unable to stand easily due to his injured leg, remains on his knees as the official announcement is made.

"Sasha Greene: The winner of this match: RICK MAJORS!!!"

Majors stays on his knees with his arms in the air as the refere hands him the Genesis Title. He slowly starts to rise to his feet as Stormm rolls out of the ring and collects his World Championship.

Jerry Andrews: To everyone watching, whether you've been tuning in for ten years or if this was your first night joining us, we thank you. Pure Class Wrestling is what it is because of you. We've had ten years of Trauma because of you. We do this because of you. For myself, and for Ace Anderson and every single person in PCW, we are honored to present this show to you every week. We hope you enjoy it and we hope to see you soon. Thank you and good night from Pure Class Arena!

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_{Grimm def. Gerard Angelo, Texas Tim, Razor Blade, Holden Ross
Rick Majors def. Stormm, Loki; Majors pins Loki}