Living a Legacy II

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Living a Legacy
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Live on Pay-Per-View from the sold-out Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

The anticipation for the night's action fills the air so thick, you'd be able to cut it with a knife. Why all the anticipation? It's the second annual PCW Living a Legacy Pay-Per-View!

(The feed opens up with a video package hyping tonight's event playing on the PCW-Tron with, "As I Bleed" by Bipolar heard playing in the background. The video itself plays the highlights of the PCW as of late, including many moments of The Icemann Invitational Tournament Tournament, clips of Lantlas and Grimm, a returning Prophet, and it features the Hardcore Hell structure. Once the video fades out, the Tron picks up the fans in attendance, as the cameras shows an inside view of the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina, which is filled to capacity. Many of the fans are holding signs, and some of the signs are featured. Signs such as, "NCM: 'Nother Crappy Moron," "We'll Always Remember 9/11," "The Magic's Back!," "We Luv Lantlas!," "I'd Rather Brew a Storm than Polish Spirit," "Ace, Retire Laiman," and "We're scared of the Grimm." After focusing on the fans, the camera pans over to Jerry Andrews and Michael "The Man" Williams at ringside.)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everybody as we're live and on Pay-Per-View for Living a Legacy! I'm Jerry Andrews and alongside me is my broadcast colleague, Michael "The Man" Williams. What an exciting night we have for you all.

Michael "The Man" Williams: That's right! We have the conclusion of the Icemann Invitational Tournament between Andreas Lasiewicz and Justin Michaels with the winner guaranteed a title shot of their choosing.

Jerry Andrews: But that's just the tip of the iceberg, "Man". We also have a Hardcore Hell Match between bitter rivals Al Laiman and Ace Anderson. The loser will retire!

Michael Williams: I can't wait to see that one. What about Non Compos Mentis defending his North American Championship against against three other competitors?

Jerry Andrews: If I was a betting man, I'd bet the odds of Non Compos Mentis not walking out the North American Champion are very high. He has three other men all wanting to take his title away from him and all three are capable of doing so.

Michael Williams: What NCM has to be worried about the most is that he doesn't have to be pinned or made submit to lose his title.

Jerry Andrews: That'd have to be in the back of the mind of anyone going into one of these sorts of matches. But you know what Mike? PCW has had alot of main events in it's history, but I don't know if there has been any bigger than the one we will see tonight when Lantlas defends his World Championship against Grimm.

Michael Williams: Lantlas is arguably the best wrestler in all of PCW but Grimm is the "Abomination of Desolation", and he has been on a major roll.

Jerry Andrews: If there was ever a person who would be able to defeat Lantlas for that PCW World Championship, Grimm is him. That should be one for the record books.

Michael Williams: And what about the return of The Prophet? He has a chance to be one half of the number one contenders to Icon's PCW Tag Team Championship.

Jerry Andrews: An even more intriguing concept is that he'll be in the same ring with that of Sean Hunter. The two have quite a history with one another and it'll be interesting to see what will happen with that.

Michael Williams: I don't think we'll have to wait for long! Mark Long is in the ring, ready to introduce the first match and get Living a Legacy started!

(The camera cuts to the ring where Mark Long is ready to introduce the first match.)

Match One: Wildcard Battle Royal
Tag Team Championship Number One Contenders Match
Jade vs. The Byrd vs. Brad Moore vs. Anguish vs. Sean Hunter vs. Menace vs. The Prophet vs. Jackle vs. Bob Diehard
Referees: Tim Jones, Roberto Garcia, & Eddie Lane

Mark Long: The following contest is a BATTLE ROYAL! To be eliminated, one must be thrown over the top ropes with BOTH FEET hitting the floor! Now to introduce the competitors!

("Drunkard Does Make Wise Remarks" starts to play as Jackle and Menace walk onto the stage. They strike a variety of idiotic poses before starting to walk to the ring. Menace sprints to the ring and under the bottom rope as Jackle climbs in normally. They both strike another idiotic pose before getting ready for the match.)

Mark Long: Introducing first, weighing in at 240 lbs....JACKLE! The second participant, weighing 206 lbs....MENACE!

(Jackle and Menace playing to the crowd and generally getting them pumped up, never let it be said that the 2Guys weren't able to entertain the people.)

Jerry Andrews: 2Guys....! What more can I say but that? It's those 2Guys! Crazy and unorthodox as usual. But at least they actually have an advantage in this matchup, in that they ARE a team!

Michael Williams: In a normal battle royal, I'd say that you're crazy. But in THIS one...you're right. The last TWO people in that ring get the chance to fight for the tag team titles at the next Trauma! I'd say this benefits them both heavily.

(I Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed begins to play and black smoke begins to fill the runway, obscuring the entrance.)

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life

'Cause I'm trusted for nothing
I've been led astray
I've been treading justice
But I won't accept this fate
I've done things I regret
And it's time to reverse the roles
Now I just wanna make it on
All the prophecies I have been
I will be...

Mark Long: Introducing … from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds, Anguish!

(Peering into the smoke the fans slowly see a figure arise from beneath the ground. Anguish rises up from the floor and steps out of the billowing smoke and into the light. He begins to stride quickly and purposefully towards the ring.)

I WILL BE
I WILL BE HEARD
I WILL BE
I WILL BE HEARD

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)

For the worst, we prevail
So our voices will be heard
For the worst, we prevail
So our voices will be
(2x)

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes

(He arrives at the ring and climbs up the steps, a single white spotlight following his path.)

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes

(Anguish hops over the top rope and strides into the ring, signaling to the crowd with one hand, before holding it up into the spotlight, which fades out as the last of the music plays.)

I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've got to have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life

'Cause I'm trusted for nothing
I've been led astray
I've been treading justice
But I won't accept this fate
I've done things I regret
And it's time to reverse the roles
Now I just wanna make it on
All the prophecies I have been
I will be...

I WILL BE
I WILL BE HEARD
I WILL BE
I WILL BE HEARD

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)

I WILL BE!

(Anguish looking over at 2Guys, 2Guys are mocking Anugish by exaggerating some serious looks on their faces.)

Jerry Andrews: 2Guys already starting their gameplan, hoping to throw Anguish off. But I don't think it's much working, Mike.

Michael Williams: Of course it's not working! They're a couple of idiots! They have an advantage, but they're still idiots.

(Cannon sounding pyros go off as "Hell's Bells' by AC/DC hits. Bob Diehard comes out, complete with fender strat at hand as he begins to play, playing a solo with smoke spilling all over the arena. Diehard starts head-banging for a bit before taking the guitar and smashing it over his head.)

Mark Long: Introducing next, from Boston, Massachusetts...BOB DIEHARD!

(Pyro blasts at the ramp, following the ramp down to the ring where pyro shoots from the corners. By the time the smoke has faded, Diehard stands in the center of the ring and standing on a turnbuckle. Pyro goes off, shooting from the turnbuckle yet again, only this time inches from his face. Flipping off the turnbuckle to avoid the pyro, Diehard lands on the mat again and stares at his opponents menacingly.)

Jerry Andrews: Bob Diehard, ladies and gentlemen! He's got a tall order here tonight...a battle royal with some of PCW's best. What a way to make a name for yourself, if he can do it!

Michael Willilams: No way, Andrews. That's all I've gotta say. No way.

('YOUR...SOUL'S ON FIRE!' The voice of Wayne Static of Static-X screams out over the PA system inside the Pure Class arena. At the mention of the word 'Fire', a huge explosion rocks the stage area as a rather large ring of fire erupts from the floor, just in front of the entryway. The arena is bathed in heavy orange, red, and yellow hues and in the middle of the ring of flame, Murdoc's form slowly but surely rises from below. As he rises, Marcus Murdoc looks out into the booing and jeering fans, smiling widely as he soaks it all up.)

Mark Long: On his way to the ring....from Los Angeles, California. He weighs in tonight at 255 pounds, and stands at six feet, seven inches tall...

('Prophet' Marcus Murdoc finally in full view, he steps over the front edge of the fiery ring and stands there for a few moments, milking the attention for all it's worth. Behind him on the PCWTron, clips of him absolutely decimating PCW alumni over the past few months, clips of him showing his opponents The Light being highlighted and slowed beautifully, intersparsed with clips of high spots from past matches.)

Mark Long:...Ladies and gentlemen...'Prophet' Marcus Murdoc!

(As he walks down the ramp way, pyrotechnic explosions occur on both sides of the ramp at 5 feet intervals, four explosions of flame erupting before he makes it to the ring itself. Looking through the ropes for a brief moment, he walks over to the steel ring-steps and enters the ring. Stepping to the center of the ring, he revels in the fans' hatred as he strips to his wrestling attire.)

Jerry Andrews: The Prophet! Even though he's at a disadvantage in the way of odds, The Prophet has gotta be a favorite, Mike!

Michael Williams: You're not just whistling dixie! He's been around the block, Andrews, and he knows what it takes to win. He's ALWAYS a favorite!

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(BOOM! A single blast of pyro shoots off, and Papa Roach's "Not Listening" begins playing as the screen shows sped-up clips of Sean Hunter in action: Hunter posing; a slow-motion clip of Hunter delivering the Decapitator; Hunter in front of a set of pyro; Sean is seen glaring an arrogant grin. The entryway slowly begins to light up as one spotlight after another snaps down on the entrance. As the lights continue to shoot down upon the entryway Sean Hunter steps out into the pure view of everyone in the arena. The lights in the arena begin to gradually return to their original glow as Sean walks down the entrance ramp staring at the fans with his overly confident smile that brings a glow to his face.)

Mark Long: Introducing next, hailing from Chicago, Illinois...SEAN HUNTER!

(Sean Hunter then continues down the rampway and throws his arm out to the side acknowledging the fans and showing the crowd his smug grin. Sean Hunter then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As Sean places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring. Hunter walks to his corner, and he jumps on the top turnbuckle looking throughout the crowd. As he throws his arms out along with that oh so arrogant grin on his face smokes begins to build in the arena around the ring almost on cue, and with that Sean smiles jumping down from the turnbuckle.)

Jerry Andrews: Cocky, arrogant...

Michael Williams: And able to back it up, Andrews! Don't kid yourself!

Jerry Andrews: I never said he couldn't, 'Man'! I was just pointing out some of his more...endearing qualities. Hunter has to be another favorite here tonight!

Michael Williams: Most definitely, Andrews, and don't you forget it!

(The arena darkens once the music starts playing. Spotlights shine their light down onto the crowd, zipping around as Jade snakes her way through the crowd towards the ring. Finally being locked on by a spotlight, she jogs to the barrier and hops it. She then slides into the ring and then climbs to the second turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd. After a few seconds, she backflips out of the corner and lands it on her feet with the gracefulness of a cat.)

Jerry Andrews: From out of the crowd, here comes Jade!

Michael Williams: Why don't you let Mark make the introductions? You're such a glory-hog.

Mark Long: Introducing next, from Minneapolis, Minnesota...JADE!

(The arena takes on a light blue tent as Disturbed's 'Prayer' starts playing. Moore walks onto the ramp and stops. Green pyros shoot across the ramp as Moore gestures to the crowd. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with people as he goes.)

Mark Long: From San Jose, California...here is 'The Undsisputed' Brad Moore!

(Moore stops in front of the ring and turns back to the ramp. He holds his hands in the air as another series of pyros shoot back up to the enterance. With that he slides into the already full ring.)

Micahel Williams: 'Undisputed' Brad Moore? What does that mean, is there some dispute as to whether or not he's Brad Moore?

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure Mike, but maybe we'll be putting a title after that name soon. Undisputed Tag Team champion sounds a little better, I think.

(The arena goes dark as 'Crack Addict' by Limp Bizkit blares over the PA system. Red and White lights start flashing though out the arena as The Byrd steps out onto the stage, holding his fists high up in the air to a loud mixed roar of Cheers and Boos.)

Mark Long: And the final participant of this battle royal, from Washington, DC...THE BYRD!

(The Byrd heads down the ramp, halfway to the ring he stops and poses for the crowd as fireworks explode throughout the entire arena. The Byrd walks up the steps and across the outside on the ring apron before climbing in, nearly having trouble finding a place to stand.)

Michael Williams: We need to have some of that trash thrown out of the ring. It's hogging up all of the space for the GOOD wrestlers.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we're about to see who shines and who falls here in our opening bout!

(Chaos. That's the only thing that can describe the first image of the battle royal as the introductions conclude. People pairing off left and right, a humunculus of human flotsam as the crowd jumps to its' feet in an attempt to catch as much of the action as possible. Jackle and Menace managing to back The Byrd into a corner, Jade and Anguish taking pieces out of each other. Mass pandemonium ensues as the referees watch on in amazement. Fists and feet flying everywhere, Jerry and Mike have a hard time calling ANY of the action.)

Jerry Andrews: The match opened up just as we expected- lots of action and pure chaos.

(Jade and Anguish the first to really get any sort of momentum on their side, Anguish and Jade trading shots. Anguish throwing stiff shots to the face, while Jade retaliates each time with a chop to the chest. Anguish in a fury shoves Jade off of him into a corner, while Bob Diehard takes his chance and rushes in. Blindsiding Anguish with a flying forearm to the back of the head, he sends Anguish to the mat and stands triumphantly over him as he continues to lay the boots to his back.)

Jerry Andrews: Early offense by the newest member of the PCW roster.

(Jackle and Menace working the Byrd over in one of the corners, both of them taking hold of the Byrd's wrists and repeatedly pulling him out of the corner, only to smash him back first back into the turnbuckles. Over and over, The Byrd finally drops to his knees where the 2Guys lay into him with boots and punches. Brad Moore and Sean Hunter battling it out like barbarians, Sean Hunter taking the distinct advantage over the less-experienced Moore, having the Prophet hold him in place while Hunter unloads on him.)

Jerry Andrews: That's something we won't see two often. Prophet and Sean working together.

Michael Williams: I wonder if they got ice skates in hell. Because it certainly has frozen over at this sight.

(A miscued shot leaves the Prophet laid on the mat, clutching his jaw from a Sean Hunter right hand.)

Michael Williams: Well that lasted long.

(Shrugging it off, Sean stalks to another quarry while Brad Moore pounces on the downed Prophet, throwing wild haymakers and pummeling on the veteran. 2Guys being the first to attempt to eliminate someone, both Jackle and Menace grabbing a leg of the Byrd and attempting to hoist him up and over the top rope. However, the Byrd was still a contender as he managed to squirm his way back into the ring, tripping up Jackle as he returns.)

Jerry Andrews: Close one there.

(Jade taking it to Menace in that moment of confusion, dropping him with a free-footed enziguiri to the back of his head as Byrd takes Jackle and literally hurls him to the mat with a forceful German Suplex that leaves one half of the 2Guys scrambling to safety. Anguish re-entering the fray, adding his own two cents as he nails Brad Moore from behind, finally pulling him away from the Prophet. Both men scrapping on the mat, Prophet left to scoot into a corner for relative safety...until Sean Hunter sees him and nails him foot-first with a running boot that leaves the Prophet dazed.)

Jerry Andrews: Dear God, Mike! What carnage! This is a TRUE battle royal! I can see Prophet getting the bad end of Sean Hunter's left foot!

Michael Williams: Is there a good end?

Jerry Andrews: Jade and the 2Guys going at it in free-form style, each of them trading shots back and forth! We have our work cut out for us Mike!

Michael Williams: They've not eliminated ANYONE, Andrews! Someone should explain the rules to them again.

Jerry Andrews: Hold that thought, 'Man'! It looks like someone's been eliminated...but who?

(Indeed it was the case. Brad Moore dumped unceremoniously over the top rope by Anguish, left to complain to the referees as they beckoned him to leave the ringside area. Anguish then turns his attention to The Byrd, rushing at him with a full head of steam and staggering him with a rolling heel kick. Jade taking to the skies, even in this risky scenario, targeting one Sean Hunter who just happens to be on the receiving end of a Jackle clothesline. Jade manages to take both Jackle AND Sean Hunter down with a graceful cross body block.)

Jerry Andrews: She may be a woman, but that certainly isn't a handicap. It may even be an advantage!

Michael Williams: Only thing a woman has an advantage over men is in the breastfeeding department.

(The Prophet finally emerging from his hiding spot as he targets Bob Diehard. Sneaking up behind Diehard, Prophet spins him around and is met with a huge punch that catches him off-guard. Diehard unloading on the Prophet, rocking and reeling him with punches and kicks, backing him up to the ropes where he gives the Prophet the gift that keeps on giving...a clothesline that he'll feel in the morning. The Prophet falling back over the top ropes, he barely manages to catch himself on the apron.)

Michael Williams: Look at the PCW rookie go!

(Diehard looking to eliminate the wily veteran, The Byrd appears out of nowhere and grabs Diehard by the back of the head and tosses him over. He as well managing to catch himself on the apron, the Prophet and Diehard look to each other. Both men grabbing hold of the Byrd, applying a front facelock and suplexing Byrd over the top rope and out to the floor below.)

Jerry Andrews: The Byrd! Out goes the Byrd, thanks to the timely teamwork of-

Michael Williams: Oh please! It was all the Prophet's idea! Diehard would never have come up with that on his own.

(Jade rushing to the vulnerable Prophet and Diehard, catching Prophet as he climbs back in. Dropkicking his knees out from under him, letting him drop crotch first on the second rope. Jade covered her ears in mocking from the Prophet's soprano voice as Diehard reaches in and pulls Jade by the hair to the mat. Climbing back in, 2Guys rush from either side and smash Diehard between them. Diehard wobbly, Sean Hunter races with a full head of momentum and drops Diehard with a huge dropkick. Anguish sneaking up on Sean Hunter with a forearm to the back of the head, Hunter and Anguish begin duking it out as Jade and the 2Guys. Prophet having fallen out onto the floor after his untimely meeting with the second rope, slowly gathering his wits about him as he reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel folding chair. The referees quick to act on this, grabbing hold of one end of the chair while the Prophet tugs on the other end. A tug-of-war going on outside the ring, Jade slips out onto the apron and prepares for an Asai moonsault out onto the Prophet. Unfortunately for her, timing was not with her as The Prophet finally rips the chair away...only to nail Jade square on in the back. Jade falling to the outside, the referees declare her still in. Little consolation as she lay out on the floor.)

Jerry Andrews: A steel chair! By god, that's illegal! He should be thrown out of the match!

Michael Williams: There ARE no rules, Andrews. Both feet hit the floor, over the top. That's IT! Perfectly legal.

(2Guys having focused their attention on Bob Diehard while Jade lay on the floor, Diehard puts up a weak struggle against the numerically advantaged 2Guys and before long, the 2Guys were throwing Diehard over the top rope like yesterday's garbage, the numbers games just to much for him.)

Jerry Andrews: Diehard's out, Mike! People are starting to drop like flies here. Are we in the home stretch?

Michael Williams: I hope not, Andrews! Listen to the crowd, they're eating this match UP! By the way...Diehard? He just died...HARD, thanks to Jackle and Menace.

('The Man' wasn't full of it this time. The fans were on their feet, rocking and rolling with the action in AND out of the ring. Sean Hunter and Anguish still battling it out in the corner of the ring, Jade and the Prophet finally sliding in from the outside...ushered in by the referees. Sliding right into the waiting arms of Jackle and Menace, who began to lay the boots into both competitors. Jackle and Menace picking up Jade, sensing her weakened moreso than The Prophet...whipping her into the ropes.)

Jerry Andrews: Taking advantage of an opportune moment there.

(Menace dropping as Jade hops over him, Jackle appears ready to drill Jade but Jade has OTHER things on her mind. Quick-thinking on Jade's part leads to a cat-like dropkick planted dead in the mouth of Jackle. Jackle staggering backwards towards the ropes, unfortunately tripping over the Prophet who's now on all fours. The momentum carrying Jackle over the top rope, he lands on the apron with bare inches to spare. Menace rushing to nail Jade from behind, it was an odd sight as the Prophet manages to shove Jade to the side out of the way of the locomotive-like Menace.)

Jerry Andrews: Uhm...did the Prophet just save Jade from being eliminated?

Michael Williams: He's not COMPLETELY evil, Andrews. He has a heart!

(A meeting of the minds, Jackle and Menace butt heads which causes Jackle to fall to the floor below. Menace hanging onto the ropes as he steadies himself, Jade manages to get to the corner post and catapult herself towards Menace. Nailing him in the back with a second rope calf kick, the momentum was enough to knock Menace over the top rope to the floor, landing with a loud thump next to his tag team partner.)

Jerry Andrews: Enter as a tag team, exit as a tag team. A great showing by the 2Guys but in the end, it just wasn't enough.

(Jade and Prophet looking at each otherly intensely, Jade staring a hole through the Prophet. Both man and woman eye to eye at this point, it was a mystery what would happen next. But in an instant, all doubt was cast away as the Prophet stomped a boot to Jade's left foot. Jade reaching down to cradle her attacked toes, the Prophet nails Jade with a Fifth Nail dead between the shoulderblades before taking her by the back of the neck and the waist and hurling her over the top rope.)

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Jerry Andrews: Jade finally eliminated. What a run, Mike! She was SO close to winning this match. The top four is nothing to be ashamed of.

Michael Williams: I guess the Prophet did save her...saved her for LAST! A genius move!

(As the Prophet lay hunched in the corner, it was time for Anguish and Sean Hunter to step to the forefront. For most of the match, Hunter and Anguish had been going at it in the midst of it all. Now, with no one but the last three in the ring, one more was left to be eliminated. Anguish and Sean Hunter separating for a moment to stare at each other...both men electrified by the roar of the crowd for their endurance. Sean Hunter, the wily veteran that he is, took the opportunity to snatch the Prophet from his resting spot and drops the Prophet with a 3/4's neckbreaker. Shattering Prophet's dreams, Prophet lays motionless on the canvas as Sean Hunter goes to hurl Prophet over the top rope.)

Jerry Andrews: Hunter may eliminate The Prophet here!

(Prophet scrambling for his life as he holds fast to the top rope, his arm gives way as he falls towards the floor, pulling on Sean Hunter and Anguish both to slow his descent. His fingers interlocked around the back of Sean Hunter's neck, the only thing that holds him from the floor being Hunter's own strength. Anguish taking advantage of this, he grabs hold of one leg of Sean Hunter's and lifts, Hunter's balance upset as he tilts over the top rope. The Prophet scrambling like a rat, managing to kick a single leg onto the apron as Hunter comes crashing down on top of him. Gripping the bottom rope for dear life, Hunter lands back first on the floor as Anguish backs away from the ropes. The Prophet still holding on, amazingly enough, the bell is called for and signals the end of the match as the fans give a standing ovation not only to the two survivors, but for all the competitors in the match.)

Jerry Andrews: Anguish dumped Sean Hunter over the top rope! He goes on to get a shot at the Tag Team titles at the next Trauma. And The Prophet does as well, managing to cling to the ship like a drowning rat as Hunter fell over him!

Michael Williams: Hey, he never said he was gonna eliminate ANYONE. He just said he would carry someone to a PCW Tag Championship shot!

Jerry Andrews: I think The Prophet took the most beating in the match, and I think Anguish is the one that saved the Prophet's skin! Let's go to Mark Long for the official results.

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match and the number one contendership to the PCW Tag Team Championship...Anguish and The Prophet!

(The crowd mixed in their reaction towards the winners, some booing the Prophet and some cheering Anguish. Anguish and The Prophet locked in an intense, fiery stare as Jerry and Mike's commentary begins again.)

Jerry Andrews: Well, there you have it. Anguish and The Prophet go on to battle ICON for the tag team championships at the next Trauma. But for now, let's show you what's led up to our next matchup...the fatal four-way for the North American championship!

(A video package for the North American title match begins here, highlighting the storied history between the men involved here tonight. James Keenan calling on LoKi to eliminate NCM from the Icemann Invitational tournament. NCM interfering in a match with Seth Sinn in a rage. The next clip happens to be Seth Sinn retaliating in the middle of the ring against NCM, showering thumbtacks on the canvas of the ring as NCM scurries away from Sinn. Officials holding both men back from each other as James Keenan looks on in victory. The numerals 2 - 0 flash on the screen followed by James Keenan screaming into the camera. Kaden Keene motioning for the belt to be put around his waist, as the title held in the air by NCM is the last image as the feed fades to black.)

Match Two: Fatal Four-Way Match
North American Championship Match
Non Compos Mentis (c) vs. Seth Sinn vs. James Keenan vs. Kaden Keene
Referee: Steve Shaw

["Animal I've Become" by Three Days Grace begins to play as the lights go dim and red strobe lights fill the whole arena.]

Jerry Andrews: Well, it's about time we start the second match of the night, Mike. The North American championship match.

Mike Williams: That's right, Andrews. And the sound of that entrance means only one horrible thing. Here comes...

Jerry Andrews: Seth Sinn! That's right, 'Man'. Seth Sinn's on his way to the ring. And surely, he's got to have the fact that two of the participants in this match are a tag team. Kaden Keene and James Keenan, ICON!

Mike Williams: Of course he's thinking about that, Andrews. Who wouldn't be thinking about that? If I were Seth Sinn or the champ, I would be more concerned about that than anything.

[The fans give Seth Sinn a mixed as he steps through the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp, taking it all in as if it was the last time. He starts to walk down the ramp, and as he hits the middle he throws his arms up in the air victory style and pyrotechnics explode on top of the ramp way.]

Mark Long: Introducing first, weighing in at 275 lbs...from Sanford, North Carolina...SETH SINN!

[Seth steps up onto the apron and through the second rope as he throws his hands up again in the middle of the ring, pyrotechnics exploding from the ring posts.]

[As the red strobe lights fade out, multicolored flood lights swarm the stage and 'Dani California' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers blasts over the speakers. Kaden appears at the top of the stage, throwing his arms up to hype the crowd.]

Mark Long: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 215 lbs...from Hollywood, California...KADEN KEENE!

[Kaden jogs to the ring, hops to the apron, and jumps over the top rope, throwing his arms wide as he spins in the middle of the ring. Staring across the ring at Seth Sinn, Kaden backs into the corner opposite Seth and pulls on the ropes...warming up for the match.]

Jerry Andrews: You know, I'd have thought that with Keene and Keenan being a tag team, they'd have come down to the ring together. Unity and all that.

Mike Williams: There you go again, Andrews! Trying to stir up trouble with people! Obviously, both members of ICON realize that only one man can hold the North American title. It's a singles belt, and it's every man for themselves.

Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr begins to blare over the venue sound system, the multi-colored lights still strobing from before. Seven seconds into the song right as the guitar riffs begin a loud boom (accompanied by pyro when it available) signals James Keenan's arrival. He stands atop the stage for a minute with his fists pumped into the air. After lowering his arms, Corey slowly makes his way down to the ring.]

Mark Long: Introducing the third participant in this fatal four-way match, weighing in at 260 lbs. and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota...JAMES KEENAN!

[He briefly stops in front of the ring only to reach up to the top rope to pull himself up to the ring apron before vaulting himself over the top rope into the ring. Once inside the ring he climbs each turnbuckle in no particular order and pumps his fists into the air while perched atop each one of them. Once he has ascended all four corners he strips off the t-shirt he is wearing and throws it into the crowd.]

Jerry Andrews: James Keenan is looking more pumped for this match than usual, 'Man'! Being in front of a pay-per-view audience will do that for you.

Mike Williams: Christ, you make it sound he's here for the first time...like he's wet behind the ears. Keenan's one of the lucky ones in this match. His tag-team partner is in there with him. If he had any brains, he'd work with Kaden, get rid of NCM and Seth Sinn...and have the two of them battle it out for the belt.

[As Keenan's music begins to die out, Papercut by Linkin Park blares out of the PA system as the entrance video for Non Compos Mentis sparks up on the big screen. From behind the curtain, Mentis walk out onto the stage where he is greeted by rapturous jeers and boos by the audience around him.]

Jerry Andrews: Ahhhh NCM...the fans really love this guy, Mike.

Mike Williams: Your attempt at sarcasm was DULY noted, and stricken from the record. You suck, Andrews.

Mark Long: And introducing YOUR North American champion, weighing in at 270 lbs. and hailing from Austin, Texas...ladies and gentlemen, NON COMPOS MENTIS!

[Mentis walks down the entrance ramp and past the fans who try to grab out at him in anger and hate. He rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring and makes him way to one of the far corners where he sits. Staring over at Seth Sinn, then at James Keenan, who has moved over to the corner where Kaden Keene is standing.]

Jerry Andrews: You may have been right about ICON's strategy here tonight, Mike.

Mike Williams: Of course, I'm right Andrews! Why do you think they call me the 'Man'?

Jerry Andrews: I'll leave that to the audience to decide, but for now...!

*DING DING DING!*

[As the bell rings, immediately all hell breaks loose. Keenan rushes over towards Seth Sinn and Keene targets NCM. Keenan and Sinn trading blows, Keenan actually managing to catch his quarry off guard, dropping him to his hands and knees with clubbing forearms and heavy-handed punches. As Keenan and Sinn battle it out, Keene's done about the same as his tag partner and caught the champion off-guard, staggering him with lightning fast kicks and chops. Moving him to the middle of the ropes, Keene whips NCM towards the other side and stand dead-center of the ring. Keene leap-frogging over NCM, the champ rebounds off the other side to a waiting Keene, catching NCM in a monkey flip that rockets him to the other edge of the ring.]

Jerry Andrews: Beautiful text-book monkey flip by one half of ICON, Kaden Keene! NCM must be in a daze.

Mike Williams: So that's your problem. Too many of those textbooks you always talk about. You need a life experience!

Jerry Andrews: Like what? Listening to you insult my knowledge of the sport that you sloppily call for our audience?!

Mike Williams: ...Focus on the match, Andrews! GOD!

[Keenan and Sinn taking center stage now, Sinn's caught the upper hand on Keenan by this time. Dragging Keenan to the middle of the canvas, Sinn picks Keenan up into a snap suplex that sees Keenan's eyes nearly cross on replay. Sinn picking up Keenan yet again, delivering another snap suplex with the same painful results. Signaling to the crowd, pumping them up as Sinn goes for a third suplex. As Sinn gets Keenan up, however, Kaden Keene rushes in and kicks a boot to the breadbasket of Seth Sinn. Sinn dropping Keenan as he doubles over, Keenan lands back on his feet behind Sinn and with no hesitation, locks his arms around Sinn's waist and delivers a picture-perfect German suplex that drills him to the mat.]

Jerry Andrews: Exactly what we thought of before the match, Mike. James Keenan and Kaden Keene looking out for each other. An unfair tactic to use, but hey...it can't last for too long.

Mike Williams: Only long enough to get rid of Seth Sinn and NCM.

[NCM and Seth Sinn both on opposite sides of the ring, composing themselves from a furious first salvo from ICON, Keenan and Keene both nod to each other as they strike yet again. Keene slingshotting himself over the top rope, delivering a cross-body block onto NCM while Keenan goes the safer route and dives feet first through the ropes to nail a baseball slide on Seth Sinn. Keenan playing to the crowd just a little bit, Keene manages to roll NCM in and make a cover. Referee Steve Shaw in perfect position, NCM rolls the shoulder up at two, much to the displeasure of Kaden Keene.]

Mike Williams: That looked like a slow count to me, Andrews. I'm not so high on this Shaw guy. I think he's biased.

Jerry Andrews: It's the first pin of the match, and you expect NCM to be done for? You might not be high on that 'Shaw guy', but you must be high on something else, 'Man'!

[Kaden still protesting with Steve Shaw a bit, NCM grabs Kaden by the waist and rolls backward, a surprise sunset rollup that garners a quick two-count. NCM popping to his feet, ready for Kaden to stand. Keene turning around into an eager and waiting NCM, receiving a flurry of chops that leaves Kaden backed into the ropes. NCM whipping Keene into the ropes opposite him, not even giving Keene a chance to turn around as NCM bounds off his own ropes and nails Keene with a momentum-laden bulldog. NCM dropping on top of Kaden, rolling him over as the ref drops to the mat.]

1!

2!

[The count broken up by James Keenan, saving his partner and ultimately his own chance at victory. Keenan now renewing the attack on NCM, blindsiding him furious fists. Backing him into the corner, Keenan mounts the second turnbuckle and begins to rain punches down on NCM. NCM not quite out of the match just yet, he picks Keenan up and steps out a few steps from the corner before literally throwing Keenan to the mat with a powerbomb. However, NCM not being in any shape to make a pin attempt, Seth Sinn slides over into the ring and makes the sneaky pin attempt, netting him a two-count before Keenan kicks out with authority.]

Jerry Andrews: Spine-tingling powerbomb by NCM, it's a wonder how Keenan kicked out of that pin attempt!

Mike Williams: NCM must've been weakened pretty good...that powerbomb didn't look too strong.

[NCM propped up in the corner, Sinn grabs Keenan up from the mat and pushes him back into the ropes. NCM staggering to the pair, he grabs hold of Keenan's free arm as both NCM and Sinn whip Keenan into the other side of the ropes. As Keenan returns, Sinn and NCM pick Keenan up into the air in military press fashion. Pushing Keenan high into the air, Keenan crashes down on the back of his only-now recovering partner, a full body splash from nearly ten feet in the air.]

Jerry Andrews: My god! What elevation!

Mike Williams: You're not kidding, Keenan just got frequent FLYER miles!

[Sinn extending his hand out to NCM, NCM takes it and shakes the hand for a moment before leveling Sinn with a huge haymaker. Bounding off the ropes, NCM takes it upon himself to nail the kneeling Sinn with a Yakuza kick. NCM covering Sinn, hooking the leg as the ref has to hop across all the prone bodies on the mat to get there. Between the time it takes to get there, the cover amounted to nothing more than a two-count. NCM taking no time to even question the ref's call, he quickly picks Sinn up and throws him to the corner. Fists landed to the body, NCM teeing off on the hunched over Seth Sinn. As NCM is beating on Sinn, ICON is in the opposite corner hatching a plan.]

Jerry Andrews: Sinn taking a beating in the corner, but the REAL story is James Keenan and Kaden Keene! They're plotting, Mike!

Mike Williams: Hopefully!

Jerry Andrews: You condone that one-sidedness?

Mike Williams: Why sure. This is for the North American title! Why not hedge your bets if you can?

Jerry Andrews: You're reprehensible!

[Sure enough, after enough time plotting, Keenan grabs Kaden by the hand and whips him forward. Kaden putting the brakes on, using his momentum to pull Keenan out of the corner...slinging him across the ring. Racing headlong towards the corner where NCM and Seth Sinn are duking it out, Keenan careens into both men. Smashing the two in the corner, NCM falls back out of the corner while Sinn drops to a sitting position. Keenan of course taking advantage of the situation, making the cove on NCM.]

1!

2!

[Out of nowhere, a boot to the back of James Keenan flies. Looking up, he sees Seth still sitting in the corner. Looking over at Kaden, Keenan is rather furious.]

Jerry Andrews: Uh-oh, Mike! It looks like the partnership is splintering up!

Mike Williams: What are they doing?! NCM and Sinn are still in the match! They're ruining their advantages!

[Keenan standing, he moves over to Kaden and shoves him back a step or two. Kaden retaliating with a shove of his own, Keenan is pushed a couple of steps back himself. Racing back to Kaden, both men begin swinging for the fences, trading heavy shots. Blow for blow, neither man gaining the upper hand over the other. Seth Sinn racing over to get a shot in, both men level Sinn with a double right hand before turning their attention back to each other. Still throwing shots at each other, NCM takes his chance this time and rushes to join the fray...only to be met with a double fist to the head. Both men trading back and forth, Kaden begins to get the upper hand on James before long and pushes him back into the ropes.]

[Kaden beating on Keenan without signs of slowing, Keenan manages to fight his way back and begins landing his own shots in on Kaden. Both men staggering back to the center of the ring, both on rubber legs as Keenan winds up and fakes out Kaden. Kaden throwing an arm up to block the shot, Keenan catches the arm and a front facelock, dropping Kaden With a quick DDT that leaves both men on the mat.]

Jerry Andrews: My god, Mike! What a war! There's literally NO one standing right now. Wait...wait, Seth Sinn is on his feet!

[It was true, Seth Sinn was the only man on his feet. Moving over to James Keenan, he grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet. Taking two steps back, Seth turns and with a swift hop, throws a leg in the air. Nailing Keenan in the face with a hellacious Heaven's Grace, the superkick knocks James Keenan through the second and top ropes. Seth Sinn posing to the crowd, signaling that he was ready to take the North American title and claim it as his own.]

Mike Williams: No way! Seth Sinn is on top! He's gonna take this whole match...somebody STOP him! For God's sakes!

[The fans cheering Seth on, he turns to grab Kaden Keene from the mat. Unfortunately for Seth Sinn, Kaden is waiting for him with a boot to the gut. Hooking Seth's arm and neck in a front facelock position, Kaden slowly...surely twists around. Dragging out the torturous pain inflicted on Seth's neck, he holds his position for a moment...Seth's neck on his shoulder. With a snap, Kaden drops to a sitting position, Seth's neck on the chopping block with a HUGE neckbreaker.]

Mike Williams: THE DIRECTOR'S CUT! That's it, that's all she wrote! Kaden's got this one in the bag, there's no doubt about -

Jerry Andrews: Waitaminute Mike! LOOK!

[Sure enough, Kaden goes to pin Seth but the pin attempt is broken up after a two count by the champ. NCM pulling Kaden up, Kaden throws punches and rocks NCM. The champ reeling now, Kaden throw a huge haymaker into a waiting NCM. NCM blocking the shot, he picks Kaden up by the waist and pushes him into the air. Out of nowhere, NCM floors Kaden Keene with the DumDumDrop!]

Jerry Andrews: DumDumDrop! Are you kidding me?!

Mike Williams: NOOOOOOOO!

1!

2!

3!

[The bell ringing out, the fans can't help but cheer for the amazing matchup...even though NCM managed to pull the match out. Calling for his title, the belt is passed into him as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Proudly hoisting the belt above his head, NCM listens as the fans now begin to jeer and boo him relentlessly. Mark Long struggling to speak over the jeers, he finally manages to find a chance to announce the official results.]

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...your winner, and STILL North American Champion...NON COMPOS MENTIS!

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe it! Non Compos Mentis won the match!

Michael Williams: As much as I was rooting for Icon in this match, if anyone had to win, NCM deserved it.

Jerry Andrews: But now ladies and gentlemen, let's take a look at the PCW-Tron.

(The PCW-Tron pops on and and shows highlights of the storied Al Laiman-Ace Anderson feud. When the video finishes, the PCW-Tron cuts off and Bob and Pierre of HHW fame are at the commentators' table with Mike and Jerry.)

Jerry Andrews: Alright folks, Jerry Andrews here with Mike ‘The Man’ Williams, and per special request of Al Laiman, Bob and Pierre have joined us at the announce table.

Mike Williams: We’re about to see the Hardcore Hell Match, the second in PCW history, on the stage where Ace Anderson last defeated LoKi to win the Icemann Invitational, Living a Legacy.

Bob: Yeah, Laiman’s been in a few of these, he’s no stranger to steel.

Pierre: Cold steel stuck to his lips, Bob?

Bob: That’s rough on the tongue for sure, Pierre.

Jerry Andrews: Alright then...let’s go to the ring where Mark Long is ready to make the introductions.

(The camera switches to the ring, as Mark is ready to make the introductions.)

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Three: Hardcore Hell Match
Retirement Match
Al Laiman vs. Ace Anderson
Referee: Travis Wilson

(Mark Long is standing at the top of the ramp as the two cages are being lowered to begin the Hardcore Hell match. The first ring is filled with thumbtacks, and the second ring is filled with weapons, to go along with the weapons hanging from the cage. As the cages are coming down and falling into place, Mark Long looks up at the scaffolding above him, seeing that it is bridging across to the top of the first cage.)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Hardcore Hell Retirement Match! Introducing first, from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...he is the former owner of Hardcore Hell Wrestling...AL LAIMAN!!!

(During Mark’s introduction, “Metropolis” by Dream Theatre began to play. The lights go dark except for a single blue light, which illuminates the two rings and the top of the scaffolding. A pyro explodes from the left of the scaffolding, then the right of the scaffolding, and then both at the same time as Al Laiman walks across the top of the scaffolding, and over to the top of the first cage. “Metropolis continues to play, as Al Laiman is standing at the end of the scaffolding, standing still without showing emotion, awaiting Ace Anderson.)

Mark Long: And now, introducing the challenger, from West Newbury, Massachusetts, the former PCW World Champion...

(“High Road” by Fort Minor begins to play and the crowd begin to cheer. Laiman is still motionless at the end of the scaffolding.)

Mark Long: He weighs in at three hundred and eleven pounds, he is...ACE...ANDERRRSON!!

(“High Road” continues to play, but Ace Anderson is nowhere to be seen. Al Laiman still has not moved from his position, it seems as though he is willing to wait all night.)

Bob: Where is this guy anyway?

Jerry Andrews: He’ll be here, Bob. Don’t doubt Ace Anderson for a second.

Pierre: He’s probably scared.

Mike Williams: He is definitely afraid, Ace Anderson has been afraid ever since he dropped the Greatness in the Flesh macho act.

Jerry Andrews: What are you talking about Mike? Ace is wrestling some of the best matches of his life lately.

Mike Williams: It sure doesn’t seem that way.

(As Mike finishes his sentence, Ace Anderson comes running onto the scaffolding, and his music is cut. Al Laiman immediately charges out onto the scaffolding, and meets Ace Anderson halfway to the top of the first cage. They immediately begin exchanging right hands, neither really gaining a clear advantage. For a few seconds, Ace starts to rock Laiman, but Laiman comes right back, rocking Ace. Laiman thinks fast, blocking the punch from Ace Anderson, and twisting his arm around, locking him in an arm wrench. Ace screams in pain as his right arm is being twisted, the arm that was broken by Laiman just last month.)

Bob: Is Ace Anderson crying?

Pierre: I’d be crying too if somebody stole my celery, Bob.

Bob: Honestly, what are you thinking ninety-nine percent of the time?

Jerry Andrews: Your guess is as good as mine, Bob.

Pierre: I’m thinking that I hate you.

Mike Williams: Don’t look away!

(Laiman has pulled Ace over to the opening in the top of the first cage, and he is obviously going to try to throw him down through, onto the thumbtacks. Ace is still obviously in pain.)

Jerry Andrews: Maybe he didn’t wait long enough. Maybe his arm is still hurt.

Mike Williams: If he was still Greatness in the Flesh, he wouldn’t even have gotten his arm broken.

(Ace Anderson starts moving his left arm up and down, trying to get the crowd behind him. They begin to cheer, clapping, and somehow, Ace begins to power out of Laiman’s arm wrench. He twists Laiman’s arm around, and gives him an arm wrench of his own. Ace pulls Laiman in, and attempts to pick Laiman up for a Gorilla Press.)

Bob: I think he’s going to try to throw him down into the cage!

Pierre: You don’t say?!

Bob: I hate you, Pierre.

(Ace Anderson now has Laiman up in a Gorilla Press, but Laiman starts to struggle. He manages to fall down behind Ace, and he pushes him down into the hole in the top of the cage! Ace Anderson hits the mat, landing back first, right onto a thousand thumbtacks!!)

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! He just fell 20 feet onto those thumbtacks!

(Ace Anderson screams in pain, and then lays not moving on the thumbtack ridden mat. Al Laiman carefully climbs down through the hole, and lands on his feet, quickly making his way over to Ace Anderson. Laiman looks at Ace, then he looks at the tacks, and then he looks at Ace again.)

Bob: It looks like Laiman is cooking something up here.

Pierre: It’s not steak or lobster, Bob.

Jerry Andrews: What could this psycho be thinking?

(Laiman quickly answers Jerry Andrews’s question by rearranging the tacks so that they are concentrated on one area. Laiman makes a quick visible calculation, and then he picks up Ace Anderson. Laiman calls for the BURNOUT!)

Mike Williams: This match would be over before it really starts if Laiman hits the BURNOUT! onto those thumbtacks.

Jerry Andrews: Come on Ace, do something!

(Laiman goes to irish whip Ace, but as though Ace heard Jerry Andrews, he reverses the irish whip. Laiman comes back, and Ace picks Laiman up in front of him. Ace walks around holding Laiman, and he turns around, the tacks all over his back. He walks in front of the pile of tacks that Laiman created, and he drops down forward, driving the back of Laiman into the tacks!)

Jerry Andrews: Now Laiman must know how Ace feels.

Mike Williams: Well I think Laiman might know a little something about tacks, he does come from HARDCORE Hell Wrestling...

Jerry Andrews: Oh really? I didn’t know that, Mike. Let’s just call the match.

Mike Williams: That’s what I’m doing, but you don’t seem to wanna let me do that!

Bob: Ace Anderson is leaving the cage!

Pierre: I think he hears his mother calling. She wants him to go get his sweater.

(Sure enough, Ace Anderson is leaving the first cage. He exits, and immediately heads to the second cage. He is moving slowly, as you can tell he is still feeling the effects of his fall. Laiman somehow begins to stir in the ring.)

Jerry Andrews: How is he even moving guys?! He just got slammed right into those tacks, hard!

Pierre: It must be all of the steroids he pumped into his body before the match! I mean, cigarettes are bad.

(Laiman makes his way to his knees, his back absolutely covered with thumbtacks and blood. He climbs out of the first cage, while Ace is crawling on his hands and knees across the mat of the second cage. Ace reaches the wall of the second cage, and goes to climb up, however, at this time, Laiman has made his way into the ring. Ace doesn’t budge, possibly too hurt to climb.)

Jerry Andrews: He’ll never make it...Laiman is too close now.

(Laiman is on his feet now, and Ace is reaching up to attempt to scale the cage. Laiman picks up an all too familiar chair, black with a happy face, and he swings at Ace. Ace somehow manages to dive out of the way, and Laiman connects with nothing but chainlink! The vibration comes up through his hands, and causes Laiman to drop the chair.)

Jerry Andrews: Ace was playing possum there, Mike.

Mike Williams: That’s something Greatness in the Flesh would do.

Pierre: I bet that hurt the hands.

(Ace is up on his feet now, and he picks up a stop sign off of the mat. He raises it high, and attempts to bring it down over the head of Laiman. However, Laiman charges forward and spears Ace to the ground. Ace drops the sign, and Laiman gets Ace in a full mount and starts unloading with right hands. Ace is doing his best to protect himself with his hands, but Laiman keeps going strong.)

Bob: Ace must be trying to get Laiman to run out of energy, but that won’t work.

Pierre: Laiman must drink lots of Red Bull.

(Ace is still trying to protect himself with his left hand, and his right hand is reaching around for something, anything. Ace finds something, and he swings it, connecting on the back of Laiman’s head. Laiman stops his assault, and rolls off of Ace, holding his head. Ace looks at the item in his hand, and he sees a cheese grater. He gets a sinister look on his face, one reminiscent of his old persona, and he gets to his feet, holding his head. He walks over to Laiman, and begins to stomp him. He sets the cheese grater down, and picks up a trash can. Laiman gets to his knees, but is met by the turning Ace, and the trash can he was holding.

Pierre: HE JUST HIT LAIMAN WITH NON COMPOS MENTIS’S HOUSE!

Jerry Andrews: Mentis is a man of class now, Pierre.

(Ace drops the trash can with the indent of Laiman’s head to the mat, and picks up the cheese grater. He grabs Laiman by his long hair, and brings him to a sitting position.)

Mike Williams: He’s going to put him on spaghetti!

Pierre: 2Guys would be proud.

(Laiman takes the cheese grater, and pulls it across the head of Laiman, who cries out. Blood immediately begins to pour from the head of Al Laiman, and Ace tosses the cheese grater aside. He begins to look around for another weapon, something to punish Laiman with. Ace finds something he likes, a Singapore cane, and he picks it up. He gives it a couple of practice swings, and then turns around to face Laiman, who throws a chair right into the face of Ace Anderson! Laiman still has blood coming from the opening in his head now. Laiman climbs to his knees, looking around the ring while doing so. He picks up a trashcan filled with stuff, and dumps the contents onto the mat. He picks up a staple gun, and a sign that says “HHW” on it. He kicks Ace in the stomach a couple of times, before stapling the “HHW” sign to Ace’s forehead!)

Jerry Andrews: HHW is dead. What a show of disrespect.

Bob: But the Hardcore Hell Match lives, Jerry.

(Laiman picks up the Happy Chair, and he brings it down over the head of the former World Champion, who was kneeling. Ace doesn’t fall down, so Laiman hits him again! Ace drops down onto his side, reaching for his head, trying to pull the stapled sign off. Ace manages to pull the sign off of his head, and he is now bleeding as well. Laiman makes his way over to the side of the cage, but instead of climbing up, he turns back to face Ace Anderson.)

Jerry Andrews: He doesn’t care if he wins or not, he just wants to punish Ace Anderson!

Mike Williams: Ace has been nothing but a jerk to Laiman, I don’t blame him.

Jerry Andrews: It’s been the exact opposite, Mike.

(Laiman stands over Ace Anderson, and notices that he’s bleeding. He laughs aloud, and stomps down on the arm of Ace Anderson. The right arm.)

Bob: I don’t think Al Laiman wants Ace Anderson to ever wrestle again.

Pierre: After this, Ace will have to learn to jerk it left handed.

Bob: Can you even say that Pierre?

Pierre: It’s Pay-Per-View, Bob. I could say cocksucking motherfuckers if I wanted to, but I don’t.

Bob: But you just did!

Pierre: No I didn’t.

(Laiman grabs Ace by his hair, blood running down the face of the former Champion, as well as down the face of Laiman himself. Laiman places his hands on the shoulders of Ace Anderson. Ace somehow manages to break the hands of Laiman, and he fights back with punches to the gut of Laiman. Laiman bends over, holding his gut, and Ace gives a vicious shot to the face of Laiman with his knee. Laiman hits the mat, and Ace picks up the Singapore cane. He waits for Laiman to get up to his knees, and he begins giving Laiman Singapore cane shots to his back. After a few shots, the cane breaks, and Ace tosses it aside. Laiman is down now, but not for long. As Ace attempts to climb out of the cage, Laiman once again pulls him down.)

Jerry Andrews: These men are so tired, yet they keep going!

Bob: Neither one of them wants to give up, Jerry. Their egos won’t allow it.

(Laiman and Ace are both down on the mat now, and both are struggling to get up. The fans begin to scream.)

THIS IS AWESOME! PEE-CEE-DUB! THIS IS AWESOME! PEE-CEE-DUB!

Mike Williams: The fans sure are loving this match.

(The cheering of the fans seems to rejuvenate both Laiman and Ace, as both men seem to catch a second wind. They both get up to their feet much quicker than they were, and they go toe to toe in the middle of the ring, bloody and battered. They seem to be going on the energy of the fans alone, for all of their must be drained due to the time spent in that death-trap, as well as loss of blood. Right hands from both men, kicks, Ace even throws in a head-butt, yet neither man are letting up.)

Bob: Where did this come from? It’s as though they just had a good night’s sleep!

Pierre: I don’t even care, this is great!

(Ace gets Laiman back to the ropes, and he attempts an irish whip. Laiman reverses it, and whips Ace off the ropes. Laiman calls for a BURNOUT!, however, when Ace comes back at Laiman, he simply picks him up and delivers a huge running spinebuster onto a steel chair laying flat on the mat! Ace calls for Blitzkrieg, and picks Laiman up. He locks Laiman’s arms, and begins to deliver trapping head-butts, blood flying out of the heads of both men now. Ace whips Laiman into the turnbuckle, and delivers the biggest splash he has ever done. He whips Laiman across to the other side, and manages to connect with the second splash!)

Jerry Andrews: If Ace hits this, it’s all over. Not even Laiman will be able to survive it!

(Ace drags Laiman into the middle of the ring, and he goes to lock in his leg capture bearhug, however, Laiman hits a step up enziguri out of nowhere! The crowd erupts in boos and jeers, with the occasional cheer, as Laiman drags himself toward...the door to the cage?)

Mike Williams: Al Laiman must be delirious...where is he going?

Jerry Andrews: We’ll just have to wait and see, Mike.

(Laiman crawls out of the door to the second cage, and he reaches under the ring. He pulls out a table...no, two tables! He throws both of the tables into the ring, as Ace Anderson is once again making his way to his feet.)

Bob: The resiliency of these two is astounding.

Pierre: I hate when you try to sound smart, Bob.

Bob: I hate you, Pierre.

(Laiman slides into the ring, and the door to the second cage is closed. There are now two tables in the ring, with two very hurt and dangerous men. Laiman sets up the first table near the middle of the ring, and sets up the other table next to the corner of the ring with the hole to escape the cage. Ace Anderson gets up, and is walking toward Al Laiman, who had just picked a fire extinguisher out of the pile of weapons he dumped out of the trash can! He sprays the extinguisher into the eyes of Ace Anderson, who stumbles backwards toward the ropes. Laiman turns around, and searches through the pile of weapons once more.)

Pierre: What is he looking for? His car keys?

Bob: Who knows what could be in that pile.

(Laiman pulls out a tiny bottle. A bottle of lighter fluid! He begins to pour it all over the table that is near the middle of the ring. Laiman then pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and goes to light the table, but as he goes to light the table, Ace comes up from behind him and locks in the Superior Stretch! Laiman cries out in pain, and he drops the lighter. Ace wrenches the Superior Stretch as hard as his body allows, and Laiman cries out even louder.)

Jerry Andrews: He’s going to rip Laiman in half!

Pierre: That’d be quite the mess.

(Ace lets go of the Superior Stretch, and picks up the lighter. He lights it up, and sets it on the table, and the table engulfs in flames! Ace picks up Laiman, and places Laiman’s head between his legs.)

Mike Williams: He’s not going to give him an Exemplifier on that flaming table? Is he?! He’d kill them both!

(Ace signals for The Exemplifier, and as he hoists Laiman up onto his shoulders, his legs almost give out.)

Bob: He might fall face first into the fire!

(Ace manages to keep his footing, somehow, and the fire rages just about a foot from both Laiman and Anderson. As Ace goes to hoist Laiman up, however, Laiman manages to squirm out of Ace’s grasp, and land on his feet. Thinking quickly, Laiman gets down and picks Ace up onto his shoulders, dropping backwards onto the table in a Samoan Drop! In a whoosh of flames, the table goes out, and Ace Anderson and Al Laiman both scream as the blistering heat touches their skin! The fans start up...)

PEE-CEE-DUB! PEE-CEE-DUB! PEE-CEE-DUB!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! Are they dead?

Mike Williams: It wouldn’t surprise me.

Pierre: They almost got free cremation...

Bob: Oh, that’s not even funny.

Pierre: What?

(For a minute and a half, neither of them move. At a few seconds before the two minute mark of neither men even stirring, Al Laiman turns over onto his stomach, very, very slowly. He places his palms down, and gets up to his knees, still moving very slowly. He crawls to one side, then realizes, he is crawling to the wrong corner. He takes a second to get his bearings, and then he crawls over to the correct corner. He helps himself to his feet using the table he had placed in front of the corner earlier. He stumbles over to the corner, and grabs onto the links of the cage.)

Mike Williams: Honestly, how is he even moving?

Jerry Andrews: Don’t you mean how are they both moving?! Look, Ace is getting up.

(Sure enough, Ace is also shifting his body through the shards of wood. He somehow finds a way to turn over, and he too crawls toward the corner. Laiman is now standing on the second rope, still trying to climb up and out. He stops, however, as he is almost completely out of energy. Ace begins to crawl over to Laiman, and the crowd starts to stamp their feet and chant.)

ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE!

Ace hears this, and he starts to smile. Still, he is moving very slow, as he reaches the table when Al is lifting his second foot up onto the top rope. Ace is to his knees at the table, and he sees that Laiman is making his way out of the cage. Ace somehow uses the cheering of the crowd to make it to his feet, and he turns around backwards, and positions himself under Laiman. He steps up onto the bottom rope first, then moves up to the top rope, and he gets Laiman in a powerbomb position. Laiman tries to fight back, but he hardly has any energy to do anything. He used a lot of the energy he had left to just make it that far up the cage. Ace pauses for a second, to catch his breath, and both men are still bleeding furiously.)

Jerry Andrews: The blood from the tacks in their back has since dried, but wow, they must still be feeling it.

Mike Williams: Ace is probably still feeling the effects of that fall at the start of the match.

Pierre: They probably have some second-degree burns, too.

(Ace is now standing on the second rope, and Laiman is reaching up, trying to grab the cage and escape through the hole. With one last burst of strength, Ace lifts Laiman up and drops him forward, delivering an Exemplifier, off the second rope, through the table!!! The crowd loses it!)

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bob: I’ve never seen such impact!

Pierre: I think they’re dead.

Jerry Andrews: This is the craziest match PCW has ever seen!

(Both men lay lifeless on the mat, seemingly knocked out, their breathing very labored. Neither men move. The time approaches a minute.)

Jerry Andrews: They still haven’t even budged.

(They both continue to lay on the mat, neither moving. Time is coming on two and a half minutes now.)

Mike Williams: I don’t expect them to get up, but wow. I’ve never seen anybody not even move for this long.

(Another minute passes, yet neither Al Laiman or Ace Anderson have moved. They are both still bleeding from their foreheads, and a decent pool of blood has built up where each man’s forehead meets the splintered wood.)

Bob: Who would have though it would end like this?

(Two more minutes, and still, no movement.)

Pierre: Somebody call the coroner?

Bob: That’s really not appropriate.

Pierre: Anything’s appropriate in Hardcore Hell on Pay-Per-View!

(Both men still laying on the mat and neither has moved an inch. Suddenly, the lights go out. The voice of Jerry Andrews can be heard.)

Jerry Andrews: What’s going on here? What happened to the lights?

(Ten seconds pass, and the lights come back on, only fainter this time. In the middle of the ring, a man stands at seven feet, with another man barking orders at him, directing him. The seven foot tall monster walks over to the stiff motionless bodies of Al Laiman and Ace Anderson, and he picks up Ace Anderson.)

Jerry Andrews: Who is this man? I’ve never seen him before in my life! What’s he doing with Ace Anderson?

Pierre: Maybe he’s the coroner!

Bob: I don’t think so Pierre.

Pierre: Well somebody’s gotta perform the autopsy on those corpses and it isn’t going to be me.

(The unknown man ties the arms of Ace Anderson up in the ropes. The shorter man yells something at him, directing him, and the giant complies. He runs off the opposite ropes, right at the still immobile Ace Anderson, and he delivers a huge running big boot!)

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, that’s just sick! Ace Anderson can’t even defend himself.

Mike Williams: Whoever this guy is, he means business.

(The man flips back his long dreadlocks, and cracks a devious grin. The director yells at him, and points at Al Laiman. The giant man with the long dreadlocks walks over to Al Laiman, and he lifts him up. He places his head between the Laiman's thighs, and grasps hold of them. He then stands up, lifting the static Laiman upside down. The monster then hooks the Laiman's legs underneath his arms while holding him up in a back to belly position. The giant resembling a demon spins two full turns, before dropping down to his knees, driving the head of Laiman into the mat.)

Jerry Andrews: I’ve never seen something so devastating! And Laiman wasn’t even moving before that.

Mike Williams: Hey, that guy has a mic. Maybe we’ll find out who he thinks he is.

(As ‘The Man’ said, the shorter man is now holding a microphone, and his giant is now standing next to him, his arms at his side, breathing heavily.)

Man: I...am The Voice. The man you see before you, is Silence. I will convey his every emotion, I will introduce you to the darkness that is his sanctuary. What you have seen here is only the beginning. Silence shows no remorse, for he knows not what it means. He does not speak, for his words can only be expressed through pain. Pain inflicted on each and every person to cross his path. Soon enough, every man in PCW shall know and fear the darkness, they will fear the shadows, and above all else, they will fear...the Silence.

(The lights go out once again, and upon returning to full brightness, the ring is empty. EMTs are rushing down to the ring as the two cages are being raises, the men rushing to the attention of the fallen combatants of the most brutal match PCW has ever seen.)

Jerry Andrews: Can you believe what you just saw, Mike?

Mike Williams: I don’t think I even know what’s going on yet...you Bob?

Bob: Your guess is as good as mine. I suppose you have something stupid to say Pierre.

Pierre:...

Bob: For once, Pierre is at a loss for words. What a night this has been.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we thank you gentlemen, and we'll be glad to step aside later in the night so that you guys can call the Lantlas-Grimm match.

Michael Williams: I won't be glad, but I have to do as the man who gives me my paycheck says.

Jerry Andrews: I don't know if we can top that incredible match we just had the pleasure of calling, but we're sure going to try. And there's no better way of doing so than with the Finale of The Icemann Invitational Tournament.

Michael Williams: It's going to be one of two men, Jerry. Either Andreas Lasiewicz or Justin Michaels.

Jerry Andrews: These men have had to go at it for the past month, and I'm sure they're more than alittle anxious to get in there and end it. But who will come out on top?! We'll only be able to tell once we watch the action.

Michael Williams: And lucky for us, we won't have to wait for long! Mark Long is in the ring, preparing for the ring introductions.

Jerry Andrews: This should be a good one!

Match Four: Singles Match
The Icemann Invitational Tournament Finals
"The Gambit" Andreas Lasiewicz vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Wilson

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is on a twenty minute time limit. The winner of this match will be declared winner of the Second Icemann Invitational Tournament. The winner will receive a title shot at any champion of their choosing. Introducing first...

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begans to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen:

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

"Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the reaction from the crowd.)

Mark Long:...From Krakow, Poland, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds...’The Gambit’ Andreasssss LASIEWICZ!!

[A Ghost in the Wind]

(Lasiewicz circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams.)

Mark Long: And his opponent...

The lights in the arena flicker out, causing the arena to be completely black. The sound of thunder rolls through the PA system with orange light flashes every so often like lightning, as "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin blasts throughout the arena. The crowd goes crazy as a blast of pyro hits the entrance way, and the arena fills with orange lights. Stormm then appears on the stage, he poses for the crowd, and looks out through the arena at all the screaming fans. Stormm then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring.)

Mark Long:...From Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...he is the PCW Genesis Champion...Justin...’STORMM’ Michaelsssss!!

(Stormm slaps hands with a couple of random fans around the ring before sliding in on his stomach under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet once in the ring, and rotates a slow three hundred and sixty degrees looking at the crowd. He then gathers his thoughts, and awaits the start of the match.)


Jerry Andrews: Looks like we have a barn-burner up ahead of us.

Mike Williams: Yes indeed we do, Jerry. I don’t know how the match that we just saw could be topped, but if anybody is going to do it, it’ll be one of these next two matches. Both matches have so much on the line than anything short of the very best just won’t be good enough.

Jerry Andrews: You can say that again, Mike. Now, let’s turn to the action in the ring.

(Neither waste time getting into it as Andreas charges in at Michaels with a right hand, knocking him against the ropes. A few more right hands connect with the skull of Michaels, Gambit then swinging Michaels into the ropes with an Irish whip. As Michaels comes flying back, Gambit levels him with a HUGE closeline that flips him inside out.)

Jerry Andrews: Can you say vicious, Mike?

Mike Williams: Vicious, Mike.

Jerry Andrews: Ha ha. I’m busting my gut.

(Michaels lays motionless on the ground as Gambit begins working on his midsection with a few vicious stomps. Gambit throws himself off of the ropes and connects with an elbow drop across the throat of Michaels. Justin rolls himself out of the ring, trying to catch a breather from the Gambit, who seems to be on fire at this moment. Gambit starts to stalk his prey, as Stormm begins to lean on the guard rail. Justin turns around, ready to get back in the ring but before he can Gambit connects with a suicide dive through the middle rope. Both men lay on the outside from the high risk move that Andreas just executed.)

Jerry Andrews: Both men really are willing to put it all on the line here, Mike.

Mike: I can tell, Jerr. I really can.

(Gambit is the first to make it to his feet at the count of 6, grabbing Michaels by the hair and tossing him back into the ring, Andreas sliding in afterwards. Gambit brings Michaels to his feet and hits a knee lift to the midsection, then tossing Justin into the ropes and looking for another vicious clothesline. But this time Michaels ducks under the clothesline and connects with a nice cross body and quickly goes for the cover, only catching a one count.)

Mike Williams: That stuff isn’t going to work against The Gambit, Stormm should know better.

Jerry Andrews: It never hurts to try, who knows what could happen in that ring, as we saw earlier.

(Both men quickly make it to their feet, and both start to exchange rights and lefts until Justin gains the advantage by ducking a right hand from Andreas and connecting with a huge reverse DDT. Stormm once again goes for the cover, this time catching a two count. Justin picks Gambit up to his feet, pushing him back into the corner and jumping up onto the second turnbuckle. The crowd chants with him as each punch lands right on their mark. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine… Stormm plays off a little to the crowd before hitting the final blow… TEN!)

Jerry Andrews: The crowd is really getting behind Michaels in this match. Sometimes, the crowd can be the difference maker.

(Gambit stumbles out of the corner, a little dizzy from the punches he just took. But he stumbles right into Justin Michaels who connects with a huge belly to belly suplex that sends Andreas rolling outside the ring and slamming onto the padded floor below. Michaels walks over to the corner, climbing to the top and waiting on Andreas to stand up. Stalking his prey, anxious to take flight, Michaels watches as Gambit slowly but surely makes it to his feet with the help of the guardrail. Andreas turns around, seeing Michaels flying off the top rope with a flying crossbody, but hitting nothing but the guardrail as Gambit moves out of the way just in time! The fans let out a disappointed groan.)

Jerry Andrews: That’s what happens when high risk go wrong.

Mike Williams: That might be why they’re called high risks. Cause if you miss, you’re in big trouble.

(With Michaels down on the outside holding his head, Gambit takes a quick breather by sliding in and out of the ring, restarting the referee’s count. Andreas walks over to where Justin lays and stomps down on his lower back, then bringing him up to his feet, Justin hardly able to stand. Gambit swings Justin right into the steel steps, Justin flying over them while his knee bounces off the cold steel. Gambit begins to laugh as he walks over to Michaels who is holding his knee in pain.)

Jerry Andrews: That’s never good for a guy with a history of knee injuries.

(Justin tries to crawl away from Gambit, but Andreas grabs his leg and pulls him over to the ring barrier and slams his knee off of it, causing Justin even more pain to his left knee. Andreas picks Justin up and slides him back into the ring, quickly following behind him. Andreas takes advantage of this situation and locks on a camel clutch, pulling back harder and harder, Stormm reaching for the ropes but he’s too far away to reach them.)

Mike Williams: Stormm needs to get to the ropes, or his dream of winning the Icemann Invitational may be cut short.

(Gambit pulls harder and harder, Stormm refusing to tap out but it looks as though he’s beginning to pass out from the pain. The referee picks up Justin’s hand, letting it fall to the mat. Once again, Justin’s arm is raised and we see it fall to the ground once more. One more time and this match will be over, as Justin’s hand is raised one final time. It drops, but Justin has enough strength to keep it from hitting the ground. The crowd starts to get into it, cheering on Justin as he uses all of his strength to raise up just a little. Andreas doesn’t release the hold, but Michaels grabs his legs and picks him up onto his shoulders with amazing strength and connects with a huge electric chair drop! The fans begins to chant.)

LET’S GO GAM-BIT! JUS-TIN MICH-AELS! LET’S GO GAM-BIT! JUS-TIN MICH-AELS!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t even know why the fans would be cheering for Lasiewicz, he’s just a drunken cheater.

Mike Williams: Maybe that’s cause there’s a little drunken cheater in all of us, Jerry.

(Both men lay motionless, until Michaels finally rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Gambit. One, Two, three… NO! Right at the last second Gambit manages to get his shoulder up!)

Jerry Andrews: That was so close, I bet Stormm could taste the victory.

Mike Williams: Is that kinda like chicken?

Jerry Andrews: Cut it out, Pierre.

(Justin is the first to make it back to his feet, Gambit following right after. Gambit tries for a right hand, but Justin dodges it and kicks Andreas right in the midsection, quickly moving behind him and connecting with the Flash Flood! Stormm quickly getting an adrenalin rush covers Gambit, thinking that it has to be over but Andreas kicks out at the count of two to everyone’s surprise! Stormm cannot believe it as he starts to argue with the referee, as Gambit makes it to his knees. Justin turns around and throws himself off the ropes and once again levels Gambit with a dropkick right to the face!)

Jerry Andrews: What a vicious dropkick!

Mike Williams: Stormm seems a bit upset, don’t you think?

Jerry Andrews: Well if either one of them don’t hurry up, this match is going to end without a winner. There’s only five minutes left!

(Justin makes his way to the top to try another high risk move, but Gambit jumps to his feet and rocks Justin with a huge right hand. Gambit makes his way to the middle rope, joining Michaels up top and then tossing both Michaels and himself off with a huge superplex that rocks the ring! Gambit makes the cover, but Justin kicks out at two!)

Jerry Andrews: Four minutes remain in this match, somebody needs to pick up a victory, and fast!

(Andreas picks Justin up to his feet and connects with a swinging neck breaker. Gambit then moves to Justin’s feet and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf! Justin screams in pain as his knee has already been worked on earlier in the match.)

Mike Williams: Stormm might not be able to withstand this hold...maybe the match will end in time!

(Justin slowly crawls towards the ropes, inch by inch he gets closer to the ropes but time keeps ticking away. Justin finally escapes the hold by making it to the ropes, but only two minutes remain as Andreas picks up Justin up and throws him into the corner. Andreas runs and connects with a clothesline in the corner, Justin stumbling out as Gambit tries to connect with a huge spine buster but Justin reverses it into a DDT that lands Andreas right on the top of his head. Justin slowly makes it over to Gambit and hooks on a sharpshooter! It is now Gambit who is trying to find his way to the ropes, and the bell sounds!!! Michaels stands up, celebrating to the fans and they erupt in approval!)

Mark Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has now reached its time limit and therefore will be declared a draw!

Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels can’t be happy. He’s had far too many draws in PCW on the big stage.

Mike Williams: That’s what he gets for stalling, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Stalling? He gave it his all this match.

(The fans begin to boo heavily as Michaels begins arguing with the referee, as Gambit leans in the corner, holding his right leg. As Justin continues to argue with the referee, "The Captain" appears from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring announcer. A few words are exchanged as all the fans remain on the end of their seats, as well as Justin and Andreas remain on their toes.)

Jerry Andrews: What could "The Captain" be saying to Mark Long?

Mike Williams: He’s telling him he likes the way he’s dressed, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: You’re just mister funny man today aren’t you? Too much time spent around those HHW guys.

("The Captain" removes himself from ringside as Mark Long addresses the crowd.)

Mark Long: PCW President Alejandro Walker has just declared that this match will be restarted!

(The crowd erupts in approval as the bell once again sounds, Justin turning in the direction of Andreas ready to fight once again, but is caught with a huge superkick that the Gambit calls the Peace Maker! Gambit falls over Justin’s lifeless body for the cover! One... Two… Three!!!)

Jerry Andrews: Justin wasn’t even ready for that one!

Mike Williams: Gotta give credit to The Polish Spirit though, he was ready for it, and knew what he had to do to win the match. Gotta love that in a guy.

Jerry Andrews: When Justin comes around, he’ll be furious!

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and Icemann Invitational Tournament Champion, ‘The Gambit’ Andreas Lasiewicz!!!

Jerry Andrews: What a match that was, regardless of the winner.

(‘The Gambit’ celebrates in the ring by cracking open his bottle of Polish Spirit and practically chugging the whole thing. He walks down the ramp, and disappears behind the curtain, still celebrating.)

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mike and I would like to thank you for allowing us to call the action for you tonight. But we're going to turn it over to Bob and Pierre, as they are prepared to call the action for our main event. But before we sign off, we want to give our thoughts and prayers to those we lost in the 9/11 attacks.

Michael Williams: Your memories will never be forgotten.

Jerry Andrews: But for Jerry Andrews and Michael Williams...we'll see you at Trauma! Take it away, Bob!

Bob: We too would like to offer our condolences.

Pierre: I am to believe a portion of tonight's income will be given to a memorial fund for the families who lost loved ones during the attacks.

Bob: That's true. So we're going to continue to try and make this Pay-Per-View one for the ages. And there's no better way than with the upcoming main event match between World Champion Lantlas and challenger Grimm.

Bob: Thank you for joining us for this very special event, ladies and gentlemen! Can you feel the electricity tonight?

Pierre: Oh, I can feel it, Bob! The crowd has risen to their feet, and the girls are jumping up and…

Bob: You can stop right there, Pierre.

Pierre: Hey, that kinda rhymes!

Bob: Take it away, Mark!

(The camera feed pans over to the middle of the ring where Mark Long is preparing to make the introductions.)

Match Five: Singles Match
World Championship Match
Lantlas (c) vs. Grimm
Referee: Richard Stevens

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match will be our main event and will be for the PCW World Championship!

(The crowd pops big time.)

Mark Long: It is scheduled for one fall and has a sixty-minute time-limit. Introducing first, the challenger...

(Strobe lights begin to flicker in the entranceway as, "Reset" by Mutemath spills 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.)

Mark Long: ...from Greysbranch, Kentucky...standing 6 feet, 3 inches tall and weighing in at 217 lbs....he is the Abomination of Desolation...he is Grimm!

(Grimm takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way as they cheer, while Mutemath continues its serenade.)

Bob: Despite no acknowledgement from him, the crowd is giving Grimm the appreciation he deserves. This will be no easy match for the Elven Warrior.

Pierre: You’ve got that right, Bob. This Grimm’s a scary cat.

Bob: Since when do you call people cats?

Pierre: Since you pointed out the fact that I do, and seeing how it bothers you, I’m going to continue to do so.

(Grimm steps 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 for his opponent...the PCW World Champion Lantlas. Within an instant, the arena lights go dim and bluish hue emits over any and everything in attendance and "Reset" changes over to the beginning drum pattern of, "Wall Breached" by Harry Gregson-Williams. The entire arena falls silent for nearly 45 seconds, as the camera focuses on the PCW-Tron, which is playing a Lantlas video package. At around the 45 second mark, Lantlas steps from behind the entrance curtain, and stands on the stage, PCW World Championship around his waist.)

Mark Long: Now introducing the PCW World Champion...raised in Munich, Germany...standing 6 feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at 280 lbs....he is "The Elven Warrior"...ladies and gentlemen...Lantlas!

(With the arena still covered in this bluish hue, Lantlas begins making his way down the entrance ramp. He too ignores the fans as he walks down the aisle, completely focused on the man in the ring.)

Pierre: This atmosphere is nothing short of magical. I can’t remember the last time the fans loved two competitors facing each other more than this.

Bob: It’ll be interesting to see whose side they take… the challenger’s, or the champion’s?

Pierre: I think the fans are lucky that they don’t have to directly confront either of these two…

Bob: Few would directly confront a seven-foot blue-haired elf.

Pierre: Fair enough.

(Once Lantlas makes it down to the ring, he walks up the ring-steps and then through the middle and top ropes. Referee Richard Stevens is in the ring and talking over the rules with Grimm and then moves onto Lantlas. He talks the rules over with the Champ and then takes the PCW World Championship from him. Richard walks into the middle of the ring and raises the title high in the air. The fans pop at the sight.)

Bob: That belt has been held by Lantlas since May at Collision Course, when the Elven Warrior defeated his former enemy Ace Anderson in the middle of that very ring.

Pierre: He won the rematch as well… Both could definitely be match-of-the-year candidates.

Bob: It’s nothing short of amazing to see how much Lantlas has grown as a competitor over the past year.

Pierre: You’ve got that right, Bob.

(Richard lowers the belt, walks to the ropes, and hands the title to Mark Long, who had slipped out of the ring after Lantlas entered it. Richard walks back to the center and signals for the bell.)

*Ding! Ding! Ding!*

Bob: There’s the bell, and this epic showdown is underway!

(Lantlas and Grimm circle around one another with Lantlas immediately sliding towards the legs of Grimm. This happened to be a bad move, as soon as Lantlas grabbed ahold of Grimm's leg, Grimm lowered down and let out a devastating clubbing blow to the back.)

Pierre: Early mistake by the champ, and that can’t be a good omen.

Bob: Omen? What are you, speaking biblically now?

Pierre: No… I’m not on TV screaming ‘hallelujah’… But maybe I will.

Bob: Please don’t…

Pierre: PRAISE THE LORD-AH!

Bob: Stop… Just stop.

(Grimm takes advantage of the situation, and with a knee to the head, sends Lantlas back into his corner. Lantlas holds his head slightly as he stares down his challenger, who is eagerly awaiting Lantlas to return to his feet. The crowd is split, and effectively begin duel-chanting ‘Let’s go Lantlas!’ met with ‘Let’s go Grimm!’)

Bob: Would you listen to this? Both of these superstars are loved by the fans, and it appears that they’re split in half!

Pierre: That must hurt.

Bob: Pierre… Just shut up and call the match.

Pierre: Hey, you’re the one talking about splitting people in half. That’s just not nice.

(Lantlas slowly rises to his feet, but Grimm is growing impatient. As Lantlas steps forward, Grimm slides in with a low dropkick, taking out Lantlas’s left leg. Grimm follows up with a leg drop, and a leg wrench. Lantlas grabs his leg and the ropes as the ref pulls Grimm away from the champion.)

Bob: Smart move by Grimm to go after the bigger competitor’s legs.

Pierre: Why didn’t you say the bigger man?

Bob: Lantlas is an elf, you moron.

(Lantlas stands, a bit unsteadily, and charges towards Grimm. Grimm counters with a drop toe hold, and he drops an elbow in the back of Lantlas’s head. Lantlas rolls over closer to the ropes, and Grimm mounts the ropes, and drops in a modified flying cross body on the champ. Grimm goes for the quick cover, but only gets a one count.)

Bob: Despite Grimm’s early dominance, it’s going to take a lot more than that to defeat the Elven Warrior.

Pierre: That was a pretty sweet move on Grimm’s part.

Bob: I don’t ever remember seeing him use that maneuver, but it was indeed effective.

Pierre: Right you are, Bob.

(Lantlas pulls on the ropes, and Grimm once again goes on the attack. Grimm hits several right hands, and tries to pull Lantlas out for an Irish whip. This, however, was a mistake, because Lantlas overpowers the smaller Grimm, hooks the ropes, and whips Grimm over the ropes with his other hand! Grimm crashes to the floor as Lantlas finally gets to both of his feet. Lantlas looks down at Grimm, and a bit of a smile emerges from his lips.)

Pierre: Bob… what’s he thinking here?

Bob: I’m not sure.

Pierre: He’s… not gonna do something stupid, is he?

Bob: I don’t know, Pierre.

(Lantlas runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and jumps over the ropes flawlessly with a suicide plancha, but Grimm rolls out of the way! Lantlas slams on the floor, and the crowd falls silent. Lantlas may be hurt badly from landing on the back of his neck.)

Pierre: I told you he shouldn’t have done something stupid!

Bob: The Elven Warrior might be dead!

(The EMTs start running towards the ring, but Grimm, who is now up, shoos them away. Grimm struggles to lift Lantlas to his feet, but finally manages to roll him in the ring. Lantlas is still motionless as Grimm crawls in the ring, still feeling the effects of his face hitting the floor. Grimm smiles a little bit and begins choking Lantlas right in front of the ref, which garners him some boos, but cheers from those supporting him. The ref counts it down, and Grimm releases the hold. Grimm sets up for a second, then reaches back down with another blatant choke!)

Bob: Come on now, Grimm!

Pierre: Grimm is trying to put away the Elven Warrior, even though the champ may have already done that to himself!

(There is movement from Lantlas, which draws a huge pop from the crowd. Lantlas struggles to push himself off the mat, but Grimm drops an elbow in his back. Grimm steps over towards the turnbuckles, and as Lantlas uses the ropes to pull himself up, Grimm jumps off the top and hits a beautiful missile dropkick! Lantlas is drilled to the mat once again, and Grimm cockily goes for the count…1…2…NO!)

Bob: I don’t believe it. How the hell is Lantlas up after all of that?

Pierre: I don’t know, Bob. I don’t believe it either.

(Grimm is frustrated, and tries for the pin again…1…2…Lantlas kicks out again! Grimm pounds his hands on the mat in anger, then begins to pull Lantlas towards the turnbuckles.)

Bob: Looks like he may be setting up for the Harvest here.

Pierre: If he hits that, I don’t see Lantlas being able to kick out of it.

(Very slowly, Grimm pulls the head of Lantlas up to the set-up height to hit the Harvest. With a final mount to the turnbuckle, Grimm prepares to spring forth, but Lantlas grabs a hold of the ropes, and Grimm sails over Lantlas’s head to the mat. Grimm jumps back up and tries to lift Lantlas up for the Lament Configuration. Lantlas counters, and throws Grimm to the mat once again. Grimm hauls off and heatbutts him, then bounces off the ropes and hits a flying lariat. A few seconds later, Lantlas sits up. Grimm tries another attack to his head, but Lantlas smacks him away and stands up. Grimm again tries for another attack, but Lantlas floors him with a roundhouse kick!)

Bob: The Chuck Norris-esque roundhouse kick out of nowhere! Lantlas is finally showing signs of life here!

Pierre: Did you just compare Lantlas with Chuck Norris?

Bob: No, just the move, Pierre.

Pierre: Don’t ever compare anyone to Chuck Norris, or he’ll eat your children.

Bob: That’s Vin Diesel, you tool.

Pierre: Oh… my bad. Carry on.

(Lantlas, still a bit groggy, grabs Grimm’s head and pulls him up. Grimm counters with an elbow to the gut, and he runs back to the ropes. On the rebound, Lantlas counters Grimm’s attack and lifts him up… Emerald Fusion! Lantlas heads to the turnbuckles, and while Grimm is pulling himself to his feet, Lantlas hits a missile dropkick of his own!)

Bob: We’ve seen a missile dropkick from each of them now… and the crowd is loving this!

Pierre: I don’t think they’re cheering for either one specifically. How could they? They’re witnessing history here!

[A Ghost in the Wind]

(Lantlas retrieves Grimm from the corner, and it looks like he’s trying to set up for the Flame of the West. Lantlas has Grimm on his shoulders, but Grimm pulls himself down and hits a DDT in the process! The crowd pops huge for the devastating DDT, and he goes for the cover 1…2…Lantlas kicks out. Grimm grabs Lantlas in a headlock, and he wrenches in his grip harder. Lantlas’s arm is dangling in the air, and the ref goes to grab it for the count… Lantlas smacks the ref’s arm away, and pulls Grimm back… GERMAN SUPLEX! Both men are down, and the crowd is going absolutely insane with ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chants.)

Bob: This could be the turning point for the champion here! He’s taken a severe beating, but he’s managed to come back!

Pierre: They’re both at the same place… The ground… It’s as if the match is starting over again, because they’re equal.

Bob: This has been an amazing showdown of two of the greatest wrestlers I’ve ever seen.

Pierre: Amen, Bob.

(Lantlas and Grimm are both getting to their feet. Lantlas eyes Grimm, and signals for the Elvish Tale. As Lantlas walks over, Grimm springs from the ropes, and in mid-air, spins around… HARVEST! Grimm just hit the Harvest! Grimm crawls over to make the cover…1…2………..LANTLAS KICKED OUT!)

Bob: I don’t believe it! Lantlas kicked out of the Harvest!

(Bob isn't the only one who couldn't believe it, because neither can Grimm. Grimm pauses to catch his breath before he slowly gets back up to his feet. He grabs Lantlas and brings him over to the corner. He lays into Lantlas with rights and lefts before backing up and then rushing at Lantlas with a full-head of steam. Lantlas, tired and beaten, somehow instinctively moves out of the way and Grimm plows into not only the corner, but the steel turnbuckle post aswell.)

Bob: A rare mistake by Grimm.

Pierre: But a mistake nevertheless.

(Grimm slowly turns around, and when he does, he's met with a kick to the stomach. With Grimm hunched over, Lantlas places him between his legs. The fans rise to their feet and cheer, knowing what's next.)

Bob: We've seen this done many times and we know what's next!

(Lantlas raises his smaller opponent in the air onto his shoulder and...Elvish Tale!)

Bob: THE ELVISH TALE! THE ELVISH TALE!

(The fans are on their feet cheering and Lantlas makes the cover, hooking the leg. 1...2...3!)

Bob: I don't believe it! Lantlas has done it! He has survived another challenge!

Pierre: Well he is a by product of the HHW. There wasn't much doubt!

Bob: I don't know about all that. Grimm is a talented performer. Tonight may have just not been his night.

Mark Long: The winner of the match...and STILL...PCW World Champion...LANTLAS!!!

Bob: For Jerry, Mike, Mark, and Pierre...have a goodnight folks! Tune into Trauma next Tuesday!

(Lantlas is handed his title and gets his hand raised in the air. As Lantlas has his arm raised, Grimm rolls out of the ring, and heads off the aisle. As he is walking up the aisle and into the back, Grimm is given a standing ovation. The fade feeds out with Lantlas in the ring, exhausted, raising the title in the air, in victory.)

*CLICK![/b]

Overview
The Prophet & Anguish win a Battle Royal via eliminating Jade, Menace, Jackle, Sean Hunter, Brad Moore, The Byrd, & Bob Diehard
Non Compos Mentis d. Seth Sinn, Kaden Keene, & James Keenan via pinning Kaden Keene
Al Laiman & Ace Anderson draw
Andreas Lasiewicz d. Justin Michaels via pinfall
Lantlas d. Grimm via pinfall