Deadly Intentions 2

[Ace Anderson]

Sunday, October 29th, 2006
From the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

Introductions
Details: The arena goes dark as ‘Frontline’ by Pillar blares across the arena. The lights come back on as the PCW-tron sparks to life, showing previews of the matches scheduled to happen over the action-packed night. After the video package, the screams still continue as ‘Frontline’ continues. The camera pans for a rolling shot over the crowd at Pure Class Arena, highlighting various signs, including: ‘ICON makes me horny’, ‘The Elven Warrior Lives Forever’, ‘Grimm Makes My Heart Sing’, ‘Jade is SEXXY!’, and ‘Non Compos Mentis Ate My Trash.’ The camera continues to pan, and then stops to focus on several members of the Carolina Hurricanes. However nobody even likes hockey, so the camera continues to pan the audience. As ‘Frontline’ is coming to a close, Jerry Andrews and Mike Williams discuss the night in store.

Jerry Andrews - Well Mike, it’s Deadly Intentions and I couldn’t be more excited.

Mike Williams - The main event is going to be INSANE! Every man as hungry as they’ve ever been, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews - You can say that again, and to think, that’s not all we have in store. We will see the end of the Justin Michaels and Andreas Lasiewicz feud, we will see Silence and Gravedigger go at it, Tag Titles on the line, and Non Compos Mentis meets Jade!

Mike Williams - What a night!

Jerry Andrews - You can say that again, Mike.

Mike Williams - What a night!

Jerry Andrews - Have you been hanging around Pierre?

Mike Williams - I have no clue what you’re talking about...

The two continue to ramble on as the camera pans from the announce table to the ring, as ‘Frontline’ comes to a close and Mark Long is in the ring waiting to make the announcements for the first match.

Match One: Special Attractions Match
Singles Match
Jade vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: Non Compos Mentis came to the ring carrying his newly acquired HHW World Championship as well as his North American Championship, and it would be hard to tell which he is more proud of. Jade also came to the ring holding a Championship, the Genesis Championship that she won from Justin Michaels. As Jade gets in the ring, she doesn’t even show signs of being afraid. No, the look on her face is that of sheer determination. She would benefit greatly from picking up a win in this match, as it would give her unfathomed momentum. On the other hand, Non Compos Mentis wants to keep up his tearing pace as of late, by taking down yet another Champion on his way to facing the big dog in the yard. A chance he will definitely get sooner or later, arguably sooner.

All of the belts are with Mark Long outside of the ring, and Timmay calls for the bell. As the bell rings, Non Compos Mentis advances on his much smaller opponent. Jade wisely refuses to get in a collar-elbow with Mentis, as he would easily overpower her, taking advantage. Jade knows her speed and her smarts are going to be the deciding factor in this match-up, because she just won’t be able to match up with the brutish Mentis.

A quick side-roll, and Non Compos Mentis charges right past Jade. He turns, charges again, and another roll from Jade brings her out of harm’s way. Frustration grows on the face of Non Compos Mentis, and he turns to charge at Jade once more. In turn, once more, Jade rolls out of the way of Non Compos Mentis. Rolly poley all around the ring, it is surprising in it’s own that Jade isn’t dizzy. She finally decides to stand up, and Non Compos Mentis doesn’t charge this time. He slowly makes his way toward Jade, who stands her ground. As Non Compos Mentis gets closer, Jade begins to circle around, trying not to let herself get backed into a corner. Non Compos Mentis gains more and more ground, and Jade has no choice but to fight back by delivering a kick to the thigh of the North American Champion.

Non Compos Mentis stumbles a little, and Jade motors around to the other side of the ring. Non Compos Mentis turns and approaches again, and as he gets closer, Jade delivers a kick with the other foot, and speeds around to the other side of the ring. Frustration once again building, however the look of anger turns into a thin smile. A grin, even. Non Compos Mentis approaches Jade once more, and she makes her first mistake of going for another thigh kick. Non Compos Mentis catches her foot, and wags a finger. Quick thinking by Jade brings her foot not captured up for an enziguri, yet quicker thinking by Non Compos Mentis brings him to duck it. Stepping over the head of Non Compos Mentis and landing planted on her toe, Jade comes back over with the same foot, to connect with the jaw of Non Compos Mentis!

Mentis releases the foot of Jade and stumbles back, Jade retreating to a corner while the crowd begins to chant her name. Non Compos Mentis shakes the cobwebs, and moves in on Jade. She goes to pedal around the slower Mentis, yet he reaches out and grabs her by the arm. He pulls her toward him, and delivers a knee to her gut that vanquishes the air from her lungs. A sinister grin once again crosses the face of the Usher of Destruction, and he holds Jade’s arm up while stepping under it, giving her an arm wrench. He torques it, twisting it like a swirly straw, trying to apply pressure on the entire arm of Jade. She winces in pain, and Non Compos Mentis only makes it worse by once again stepping under the arm of Jade, twisting the wrist harder.

Jade manages to roll through, however, and as her back touches the mat, she flips over onto all fours. In a great display of athleticism, Jade goes through a headstand and then pops back to her feet! She manages to catch Non Compos Mentis by surprise, and reverse his arm wrench into one of her own. She wrenches it as much as she can, and then goes to continue it by stepping under the arm much like Non Compos Mentis did, only she moves his arm behind his back in a hammerlock. Non Compos Mentis fights it, and eventually delivers an elbow behind his back to the head of Jade which jars her grip loose. Non Compos Mentis turns around, and nails Jade with a huge clothesline! This knocks the Genesis Champion to her back, and Non Compos Mentis wastes little time.

He flips Jade over with little effort, and hoists her up by her knee. However instead of dropping her down onto her knee, he simply brings up his foot and kicks her in the gut, expelling any wind she had regained. Jade tries to roll away, but Non Compos Mentis begins to drop elbow drops onto her back, one, two, three, four...then he goes for the pin. Tim Jones hits the mat, one...two...Jade kicks out. Non Compos Mentis goes for the pin again, trapping the arms of Jade. One...two...Jade manages to power out using her legs. Non Compos Mentis picks up Jade, and positions himself in a waist lock behind her. Jade struggles, but Non Compos Mentis manages to pick her up and go for a release German Suplex. Once again Jade displays her athleticism, as she flips completely over and lands on her feet. Non Compos Mentis appeals to the crowd as he stands, as is met with a dropkick to the back for his troubles. He goes flying through the second rope and down to the floor. It takes him a few seconds to get up as Jade is regaining her composure in the ring, so Non Compos Mentis decides to go for a stroll. Right around the ring and in front of the ramp. Jade sees an opportunity, and she runs off of the ropes opposite Non Compos Mentis.

Jade feint kicks through the ropes, landing back in the ring 6-1-9 style, as Non Compos Mentis bails up the ramp. The crowd erupts and once again begins to cheer for Jade, to the surprise of Non Compos Mentis. Fans simply love the underdog. Non Compos Mentis makes his way back to the ring, and Jade simply lays in wait, planning her next attack. Non Compos Mentis slides into the ring and charges Jade, trying to catch her off guard, but she is ready. A quick drop toe hold brings Non Compos Mentis down, and Jade heads through the ropes and to the apron. Jade decides to go high risk, as Non Compos Mentis gets up and turns around, she springboards off of the ropes and goes for a seated senton! However, the risk proves to be high, as Jade is caught by the Usher of Destruction. Non Compos Mentis takes a few steps around the ring, trying to keep his footing, and eventually he manages to bring himself to a standstill. Jade leans back, trying to bring her opponent over in a rana, yet Non Compos Mentis refuses to go over top of Jade. He hoists her up, back into the powerbomb position, and slams her down, hard! He holds strong as the referee drops to make the count. One...two...thre, no! Jade manages to push up and out at the last second, narrowly escaping the pinfall. As she kicks outward, she catches Non Compos Mentis in the eye with her foot. He drops to his knees and crawls across the ring to the opposite ropes, using them to bring himself to his feet. Jade grabs the ropes herself, also using them to get to her feet. Non Compos Mentis is up before Jade, but he stalls momentarily. Jade gets to a vertical base, and takes a few steps toward Non Compos Mentis, half dazed. Non Compos Mentis charges for the millionth time in the match, attempting to deliver a brutal lariat to Jade that would have surely severed her head. However, in the third or fourth, (can’t remember which) display of athleticism by Jade, she does the limbo right under Non Compos Mentis’s flailing arm! Non Compos Mentis misses and barely stops himself right in front of the ropes. Jade gets back up to a vertical position, and as Non Compos Mentis turns around she goes Euro, nailing him with a backflip kick! Non Compos Mentis flies through the second rope and first rope for the second time in the match, hitting the floor hard once more. Jade stays down on the mat, and Timmay begins to count out Mentis.

1...2..Mentis starts to get up. Jade has made it to one knee. 3...4...Mentis is standing now, giving his head a few slaps. Jade is almost standing. 5...6... Mentis makes his way over to where Mark Long is sitting, holding the three Championship belts of the competitors. Jade falls onto the ropes, holding on for dear life, just trying not to fall back to the canvas. 7..8... Non Compos Mentis rips the North American Championship from Mark Long, and slides into the ring just as referee Tim Jones reaches 9 and a half. Blinded by rage, Non Compos Mentis raises the North American Championship with obviously intent to knock Jade unconscious, and Jones has no choice but to try to stop him. Non Compos Mentis argues with Tim Jones, who rips the North American Title from the hands of Non Compos Mentis! Out of sheer reaction, Non Compos Mentis punches Tim Jones right in the kisser, knocking him to the mat. Tim Jones calls for the bell, as Non Compos Mentis realizes what he has done. Non Compos Mentis grabs the North American Championship from the hands of the fallen Tim Jones, and goes to hit Jade with it! However, he manages to stop himself after evaluating what he was about to do. He climbs out of the ring as Jade’s theme music begins to play, and she confusedly makes her way over to Tim Jones, who raises her hand. Non Compos Mentis grabs his HHW Championship, as well as Jade’s Genesis Championship, which he throws into the ring. Jade picks it up and Tim Jones raises her hand once more, as Non Compos Mentis walks up the ramp, shaking his head at his temporary brain cramp.
Winner: Jade via Disqualification

Strange Man Once More...
Details: As Jade is disappearing behind the curtain, Genesis Championship shouldered and saluting her fans, the PCW-tron flickers to life. As was the case on last week's Trauma, a man dressed in a fine suit and a matching fedora hat stands in the shadow of the Southern Jewel, the Pure Class Arena. You can almost hear the fans inside.

He lifts a cigarette with a smooth dip of his fingers into his breast pocket, and brings it to his lips. He drags with thoughtful pleasure, and seems to mull over the right words for the moment.

Man - The night is finally upon us. Here, in the hallowed halls of the Pure Class Arena, a champion takes his last stand against an onslaught of evildoers, recluses, and crybabies. Will he stand tall for one last glorious time, or will he fall under the weight of a moment that he has alone created?

The man in the fedora pulls again on the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in attractive billows from his lips and into his nose. He smiles seductively, then spits, his face twisting into a mask of dark determination.

Man - Inconsequential! Because tonight, from the fog of war, a new force emerges! He will run roughshod over a landscape already charred by the blatant mediocrity of those who dare call themselves competitors!

He throws the remnants of his smoke, and walks to the camera, giving the house a close look at his haunting, bloodshot eyes.

Man - If I may be so bold, this is the dawning of a new day in Pure Class Wrestling, ladies and gentlemen. And just before that dawn, we will take time to dance in the pale glow of the Harvest Moon on the graves of your past heroes...

And then, he is gone, leaving the PCW-tron with a wide shot of the jam-packed PC Arena.

Match Two
Hardcore Match
Silence [w/ The Voice] vs. Gravedigger
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Silence was first to come to the ring, and much to the dismay of Gravedigger, he was accompanied by The Voice. Silence waited in the ring for Gravedigger to emerge from behind the curtain, yet as Gravedigger’s music came on, mist filled the arena. Gravedigger did not come out for several seconds, and by this time the visibility in the ring was at a minimum.

The face of The Voice quickly garners a startled look as he yells to Silence, pointing behind the monster. Silence turns around as the mist begins to fade, finding himself face to face with the man in the half skull mask. Gravedigger. Gravedigger’s music fleets away along with the mist, with Gravedigger and Silence locked in an epic staredown.

The staredown continues for another fifteen seconds, neither man making a solitary movement. Both refusing to blink, refusing to believe that they would get attacked as soon as they show an opening. Which, they were both right. However, instead of being the first to blink, Gravedigger instead screams at the top of his lungs for Silence to hit him. Silence obliges, and rocks Gravedigger where he stands with a huge right hand.

Gravedigger responds with a huge right club of his own, right across the head of Silence. Silence stumbles a few steps backward, and then steps forward to face Gravedigger. Gravedigger yells for Silence to hit him again, trying to prove his toughness in the ring with the monster, and Silence once again obliges. A BOOMING right hand from Silence sends Gravedigger a few steps back. Gravedigger regains his composure, and steps up to Silence. Both men continue to stare each other down as the crowd shares a mixed reaction. The crowds reaction turns more to the side of booing and jeering, and The Voice yells to Silence.

Silence explodes with a series of throat thrusts that sends the crowd into a frenzy, happy to be finally seeing some real action. Gravedigger steps backward slowly, not trying to give Silence any ground, but the onslaught by the long-haired monster proves to be too much, as Silence gets Gravedigger up against the ropes. Acting fast, Gravedigger manages to stoop down and get under Silence, dumping him over his shoulder and onto the floor! The Voice comes around the ring to check on Silence, but scurries as Gravedigger steps over the top rope and jumps down to the floor.

Not even considering putting on a wrestling match, for that isn’t what he showed up for, Gravedigger looks for a way to punish Silence. He makes his choice and grabs for a length of cord under the feet of Mark Long. Silence stands up, turning around, looking for Gravedigger. He is still a bit lost after falling to the floor hard. Gravedigger comes up behind Silence, holding the cord out, and then wraps it around the neck of Silence, choking him! Silence grabs at the cord around his neck, and at the hands of Gravedigger, trying desperately to get him to let go. However, Gravedigger refuses, so The Voice has no choice but to try to do something. He approaches the two giants and begins to scream random, incoherent things, hoping it will cause Gravedigger to stop. Instead, Gravedigger just pulls the cord harder, yelling at Silence for him to give up.

Silence is left with two choices in the matter. Give up, or get loose. He chooses the second one. How? He bends his knees slightly, and then powers backward with all of his might, bringing him and Gravedigger to the padded floor, with all of Silence’s weight coming down on top of Gravedigger. This causes Gravedigger to loosen his grip, and takes the wind out of the bigger man, allowing Silence to break free of Gravedigger’s stranglehold with the cord. Silence coughs a bit, and massages his neck, however he keeps a close eye on the downed Gravedigger.

Silence searches around for a weapon, and cannot find one in the immediate area. He looks under the curtain surrounding the ring, hoping to find something he can use. While his attention is focused on what is underneath the ring, he doesn’t notice Gravedigger closing in on The Voice. Gravedigger grabs The Voice around the throat, and begins to pick him up, but before he can do anything seriously damaging, Silence brings a garbage can crashing down on the head of Gravedigger! Gravedigger drops The Voice who crawls away, and Silence sets the extremely dented garbage can aside. Silence hooks the leg of the downed Gravedigger as Steve Shaw drops down to make the count. One..and Gravedigger kicks out! It’ll take more than a bump on the head to keep the seven foot six behemoth down.

You would think that kick out after one would discourage Silence, make him frustrated even, but no. It just makes him angry. He gets up and begins to stomp Gravedigger down, stomping right on his head. Gravedigger does his best to cover himself up, and after about twelve stomps, Silence ends the attack. Gravedigger is left against the barricade, hurting a bit, as Silence goes off to look for a different weapon. He comes back with a steel chair borrowed from Mike Williams, who is a bit flustered that he has to stand until he gets a new chair. Silence walks up to Gravedigger, chair raised overhead, who is now on his knees. Before Silence can bring the chair down, Gravedigger throws a punch to the gut of Silence, which causes him to bring his hands down to hold his stomach. Gravedigger grabs the chair from Silence, and smacks Silence on the head with it! Gravedigger gets down to pin Silence, and Steve Shaw drops down to make the second count of the match. One...and Silence kicks out after one as well! Gravedigger, probably smiling under his half skull mask, stands up and grabs the chair once more. He brings it down onto the back of Silence as he gets up to his hands and knees, and Silence goes stomach down onto the floor.

One shot, two shot, three shot, four. Gravedigger throws the chair aside and pins Silence, after four hard chair shots. Steve Shaw counts...one...two...kick out by Silence! Silence kicks out with such authority that Gravedigger rolls off of him, giving Silence time to get up. Silence begins to beat his head with his fists in a fit of adrenaline, and as Gravedigger stands Silence rushes him. With a lift of the leg, Silence connects with a giant running big boot. The match must be over after that vicious attack! Silence hooks the leg. One...two...kick out by the Digger. Gravedigger follows Silence’s trend and throws the smaller, yet still huge monster off of him with tremendous force. Gravedigger gets up, as does Silence. They share a stand off, and the crowd goes nuts. Silence looks to his left, at the ring. Gravedigger looks to his right, also at the ring. Both men walk in opposite directions, to different sides of the ring. Silence comes out with a steel chair, as does Gravedigger. Both men half run at each other, chair held up, and both swing at the same time. The chairs collide in mid air, causing both men to drop the chairs and turn away, the vibrations like death in their hands. Both turn around at the same time, and charge. They collide in a relentless double clothesline, and land in a seven hundred and thirty (That’s almost one McGuire Twin) heap on the floor! After a few seconds of both men laying on the floor, neither moving, Gravedigger drapes an arm across Silence. One..two...kick out. Silence, in a seemingly useless effort, turns over Gravedigger and drapes his own arm across the chest of Gravedigger. One..two...kick out. Both men slowly get to their feet, and they begin exchanging shots, making their way to the bottom of the ramp. Silence begins to gain the advantage on Gravedigger, and in a huge display of strength, picks up his opponent and hits him with a sidewalk slam! The Voice approaches, holding a black bag. The Voice overturns the bag, dumping thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks onto the area right in front of the ramp. Silence picks up Gravedigger, delivering a few shots to the face of Digger, to try to keep him from fighting back. Silence gets his hand around the neck of Gravedigger, right in front of the tacks. Silence attempts to lift Gravedigger up, but he can’t find the strength. He tries another time, but Gravedigger responds by getting his own hand around the neck of Silence. Gravedigger squeezes, causing Silence to let go of his neck and claw at the hand of Gravedigger. Gravedigger hoists up Silence, but Silence knocks Gravedigger in the noggin with an elbow. Silence gets back down onto the ground, but before he can do anything else, Digger explodes, lifting Silence up and chokeslamming him right onto the tacks!

Gravedigger looks to make the pin, and Steve Shaw drops down, careful to avoid the tacks. One..two...thre and SILENCE KICKS OUT! Gravedigger can hardly believe it, yet it just happened. Gravedigger quickly goes over to the ring, looking under for something or other, and he comes out with his silver shovel. He turns back to Silence, still laying down on the tacks, but rolling away from them, trying to get away from the flurry of stings upon his back. Gravedigger raises the shovel above his head, about to bring it down upon Silence with great vengeance and furrrrious anger, yet he is blinded by something. Not a light. Not fate. Not hope. A voice. The Voice, to be exact. The Voice is behind him, yelling obscenities at him, trying to distract Gravedigger before he can dig Silence’s grave. Gravedigger turns around, and before The Voice can run, Gravedigger grabs him with one hand, still holding the shovel in another. Gravedigger drops the shovel, and punches The Voice right in the head! The Voice flies backward, and Gravedigger looks under the ring once more, bringing out a table. The Voice is trying to crawl away, yet Gravedigger quickly sets up the table and grabs his opponent’s manager. The Voice tries to fight back, but Gravedigger hardly feels the punch to the gut. The Voice is tossed up onto the shoulder of Gravedigger, who points to the table. His intent is to drive The Voice right through the table down to the floor, to teach him not to mess with Gravedigger’s affairs again, yet he is hit with an epiphany. He looks over to the steel steps, and kicks the top one off while still holding The Voice on his shoulder. After the top step is moved, Gravedigger walks up onto it. He switches the position of The Voice, while The Voice screams the entire time. Burial onto the step!! The Voice is almost put right through the step with that huge Burial, The Voice is dropped to the floor. Silence witnessed the whole thing while he was making his way to his feet, his back littered with tacks. Silence picks up the silver shovel from the floor where Gravedigger dropped it, and as Gravedigger turns around from talking some unnecessary smack to the knocked out Voice, Silence baseball swings the shovel and clocks Gravedigger right on the head!

Silence brings the shovel down repeatedly onto the ribs and back of Gravedigger. As Gravedigger is on his stomach and attempting climb up, Silence steps over him, straddling, and drops all of his weight down on top of Gravedigger’s back! Gravedigger goes face first into the floor, and Silence brings the shovel around the throat of Gravedigger, choking him. Steve Shaw asks Gravedigger if he is willing to give up, but Gravedigger somehow chokes out a ‘no’. Silence pulls harder and harder on the shovel, squeezing all of the air from Gravedigger. Probably turning purple under the half skull mask, Gravedigger isn’t resisting as much anymore. His head goes limp, and Steve Shaw screams at Gravedigger, trying to get a response. When Steve Shaw doesn’t get a response, he calls for the bell and taps on the shoulder of Silence for him to let go.
Winner: Silence via Knockout

[Ace Anderson]

After the Match...
Details: Silence continues to hold the stranglehold on Gravedigger, probably almost killing him. It takes a slew of referees running down to the ring and pulling on Silence just to get him to let go. Silence tosses the shovel aside, pushes the referees away who try to restrain him, and picks up The Voice. Silence tosses his fallen comrade over his shoulder and carries him to the back as his music plays, not even bothering to have his hand raised. He achieved what he had intended. He proved who the real monster was among Gravedigger and himself.

Match Three: Tag Team Championship Match
Tag Team Match
Icon (c) vs. 2Guys
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: The match starts off with the bell ringing, while 2Guys are coming down, looking kind of shaken about the whole situation. Here they are, arguably the dumbest tag team in wrestling history, facing off against the current PCW Tag Team Champs. Including one of the hottest guys in the industry as of late, Kaden Keene. James Keenan was nothing to laugh at either, while he was on his game. Which he very well could be on this night.

Icon make their entrance together, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. As they get into the ring, 2Guys clear out, probably going to talk some strategy. Wait, take that back. They don’t know what that is. Eventually, Eddie Lane convinces Jackle and Menace to get up onto the apron, and Menace decides that he is going to start the match. James Keenan will start the show for Icon, and he seems to be favoring one side of his ribs more than the other. If Menace had something resembling a brain inside the head on his shoulders, he would know to attack the ribs of Keenan, but Menace doesn’t think. Ever.

They start the match off in a tie-up, but Keenan is forced to let go. He steps back holding his ribs, and Menace doesn’t bother attacking him. Why would he? He’s not even ready, for Pete’s sake. When James decides he is ready again, he moves in on Menace. Keenan manages to get Menace in a side headlock, which he pulls tightly. Menace delves an elbow into the gut of Keenan, who immediately drops to his knees, holding his ribs. The pain must be tremendous. Menace shrugs, runs off of the ropes, and kicks Keenan in the face. Keenan hits the mat hard, and Menace drags Keenan over to his corner, to tag in Jackle. Jackle gets in the ring, and makes his way over to Keenan, possibly thinking about what move he is going to use. He picks Keenan up by his long hair, and delivers an oddly nice suplex, for Jackle anyway.

Jackle seems to be getting excited, as he pins Keenan. The referee begins his count, and Kaden steps one leg through the ropes, just in case he needs to break it up. Somehow, through the pain, Keenan manages to kick out after two. Jackle continues his work on Keenan, dragging him over to his corner. He stands Keenan up, pushing him back into the corner, and giving him a few kicks to his ribs. Keenan cries out in pain, and his cry is followed by a tag made to Menace, who climbs into the ring and joins Jackle in the beatdown. Kaden has had enough, and he begins to step through the ropes, but Eddie Lane stops him before he can involve himself. Menace is in the ring with Keenan alone now, and Menace still has Keenan in the corner. A swift kick to the gut of Keenan, and he stumbles out a little, before Menace hits him with a DDT. He goes for the cover, and this time, Kaden makes it halfway across the ring before Keenan manages to kick out on his own at two. What show of heart by the Tag Team Champion! Kaden Keene returns to his corner, and looks on with concerned eyes. Menace picks up Keenan from the mat, not showing any sort of psychology, just kind of hitting random moves. Keenan somehow manages to reverse Menace’s snap suplex attempt by blocking the suplex with his leg under Menace’s, and delivering a knee to the gut of the challenger. Keenan then plants Menace down with a double arm DDT! Keenan slowly turns Menace over and goes for the cover, but Jackle is in right away to break up the pin. He takes a quick shot at Keenan, before returning to his corner. Everything Keenan is doing in the ring seems to be taking a toll on his own ribs, which shows by the constant attention he is paying to them.

Keenan has this opportunity to capitalize now, with Menace still on the mat, shaken after that big DDT. He applies a submission hold to the leg of Menace, trying to wear him down. After a while, the strain on his own body becomes too much, and Keenan must let go. As Keenan lets go of the hold, a man appears at the top of the ramp. A man dressed in a fedora hat. Kaden Keene is standing on the apron, his partner in relative trouble, yet he seems to be paying much attention to this man. After a second or two, it is clear that they are staring right at each other. James Keenan has made his way over to the corner now, crawling, but as he reaches out to make the tag to Kaden, Kaden isn’t even looking. Kaden finally does turn, and he sees James’s outstretched hand, yet he does not tag it. He hesitates for a second, and that is all it takes for Menace to pull Keenan away from the corner.

Menace drags Keenan all the way to his own corner once more, where he tags in Jackle. They both begin to stomp down on the body of Keenan, while Kaden trades glances between the man on the ramp and his partner in the ring, being beaten. He makes a quick decision. He rushes into the ring before Eddie Lane can stop him, and he pulls Jackle away from James Keenan. Kaden, fresh as can be, rocks Jackle with two quick punches before clotheslining him right over the top rope. He then turns to Menace, and also gives him two quick punches, before irish whipping him. Eddie Lane sees no point in stopping him just yet. Kaden hits Menace with a flipping dropkick as Menace comes back at him, which causes Menace to stumble right out of the ring.

Kaden turns to his downed partner and friend, and helps him up. Keenan thanks him, and they begin to salute the crowd. Suddenly, in a move completely unpredictable, Kaden Keene drops James Keenan. Fist on forehead. Kaden Keene begins to stomp down on the ribs of his partner, obviously causing him a great deal of pain. The man in the fedora hat begins to make his way down the ramp, and he stops at the bottom. Jackle and Menace both slide into the ring now, and Kaden leaves. Slides right out of the ring. James Keenan is in a heap in the middle of the ring, clutching at his ribs. Jackle, the legal man, gets down to pin Keenan as Kaden is now standing face to face with the man in the fedora hat. Kaden looks back to see Eddie Lane drop down to make the count, winces slightly, and then turns to leave with the man in the fedora hat. Eddie Lane makes the count. One...two...the crowd erupts as James Keenan kicks out! Incredible! Keenan begins to get fired up now, somehow, almost magically. He makes his way to his feet, Jackle somewhat panicking. Keenan approaches Jackle, but Jackle quickly, almost too quick for a man of his intellectual level, delivers a knee to the gut of Keenan which stops him in his tracks. Jackle places the arm of James Keenan around his own neck, while placing his arm around the neck of James Keenan. Jackle manages to hoist the heavier man up into a suplex position, and he turns to face Menace. Menace quickly springboards off of the top rope and delivers a crossbody right onto Keenan, bringing Jackle and Keenan down, Jackle completing a Jackhammer. Possibly the only successful finisher by 2Guys in PCW history. Menace rolls toward the outside of the ring as Kaden Keene stands atop the ramp with the man in the fedora hat, looking on as Jackle once again pins his partner. One...two...three. This time the pain proved too much for James Keenan. Jackle and Menace can hardly believe it as Eddie Lane calls for the bell, and for the PCW Tag Team Championships to be handed to their new owners.

Kaden Keene walks behind the curtain with the man in the fedora hat, the expression on his face unable to be seen.
Winner: 2Guys via Pinfall after Jackle pinned James Keenan

Match Four:Icemann Invitational Finals
Match Five of a Best of Five Series
"The Gambit" Andreas Lasiewicz vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: 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. He 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.

The screaming continues for about a minute until 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. 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 as the referee walks into the centre of the ring and signals for the bell.

The two men begin to circle and the scout each other for the slightest weakness. Andreas is the first to lurch forward, attempting to power Justin backwards into one of the corners but Michaels ducks and rolls, confusing his opponent. Andreas comes running again but is met with a kick to the gut and a quick clubbing blow to the back that floors him. Michaels drops a fast elbow over the back of his opponents head before running at the ropes and nailing a leg drop in the same place. He makes a quick pin. 1….2…Kick out.

Justin pulls Lasiewicz to his knees before firing off two square kicks to his check and hitting the ropes and attempting a running kick to the chest but Andreas ducks this time and gets up to his feet. He quickly takes an opportunity to capitalise and hits a series of chops to Michaels and proceeds to put him in a face lock then a snap suplex from the position. Andreas quickly locks in a rear chin lock and torques the neck of his opponent. The referee asks for a submission but is sent reeling by an emphatic rejection. Justin then fights his way up onto a knee then all the way to his feet before nailing a back drop on Andreas. As Lasiewicz recovers, Michaels gets to his feet and pulls him up then lands a succession of knife edge chops to the chest before whipping him across the ring and hitting an Arn Anderson Esque SpineBuster and pins. 1….2…..Kick out again. Michaels disputes the call with the referee for a second but refocuses to see Andreas climbing to his feet. Michaels quickly keeps on top of the situation with a few kick kicks then pulls him up fully and whips him across the ring. Lasiewicz tries to counter with a clothesline but Justin stands tall and his arm just bounces off. The shocked Andreas fires off a powerful chop across the chest of Michaels but he still isn’t effected. In desperation, Andreas quickly stick out a hand and digs a thumbs straight into the eyes of Michaels, putting him into an instant painful blindness. Andreas capitalises and hits a dropkick to his knee, putting him half way to the ground. Seeing Michaels still half up, Gambit rushes again and hits a quick Shining Wizard before pinning. 1…..2…..Kick out.

The blinded Michaels stumbles to his feet unaware of Andreas’s position. Gambit is actually circling his prey, waiting for a chance. Then, quickly, Lasiewicz powers up and slams into Michaels with his trademark Polish Hammer, sending his straight to the mat. Andreas quickly drops to the ground and locks in the Krakow City Stretch, ripping back Michaels’ neck and shoulder. The referee ducks to the mat and asks Stormm for a submission but he gets a series of pain muffled rejections again as he tries to fight the move. Somehow, Michaels manages to roll his body weight through the hold, creating a pinning predicament. 1……2…..Lasiewicz releases the hold to break the pin. Michaels is clearly suffering from the hold and grasps his shoulder in extreme pain. Lasiewicz pulls him up to his feet as he continues to hold his damaged limb and grabs the arm before twisting it in an arm wringer and slamming his elbow down over it. Once more he grabs the arm and wrings it but also attempts to lock into a Russian Leg Sweep but Michaels fights back, throwing an elbow into Gambit’s face. Quickly, seeing Andreas stunned, Stormm grabs him and smashes him to the mat with an Implant DDT.

Michaels sits up on the mat and tries to shake some feeling back into his arm then gets to his feet again and sees Gambit getting to his feet. He walks over and locks his arms around his waist and throws him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly suplex. Michaels picks him up and attempts to irish whip Andreas across the ring but he reverses and sends Michaels across. Andreas clearly attempts a back body drop but ducks too early and the frame of Justin Michaels flies over his back, grabs his legs and sets up for a Sunset Flip but it backfires as Andreas rolls through and hits a brutal basement dropkick to the face of his opponent.

Andreas sees an opportunity for possible foul play and rolls to the outside before lifting the apron cover and looking under the ring for something. He bends down and moves some objects for a few moments but then emerges with a pleased smile on his face, cradling a bottle of Polish Spirit in his arms. He places the bottle in the corner and re-enters the ring. Andreas keeps his eyes squarely on the bottle as if he is transfixed by its charm and floats backwards, not seeing the recovering Justin Michaels behind him. Michaels notices that Andreas has his attention diverted and poises himself, readying himself.

Suddenly, Michaels wraps his arm around the throat of Lasiewicz in a reverse DDT manoeuvre and attempts to lifts him up in a reverse suplex but the effects of the Krakow City Stretch are still evident as he doesn’t have the strength. But he digs deep and hauls Gambit up before hitting the Hangcloud DDT, almost knocking him unconscious with the force of the move. Seeing his chance to finish the match and the Five match series against the groggy and barely awake opponent, Michaels hauls the dead weight to his feet and hits the Force Of Nature and pins. 1…..2…..3….Justin Michaels Wins
Winner: Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels via Pinfall

After the Match...
Details: As Justin is having his hand raised by referee Tyrone Little, Andreas Lasiewicz crawls over to the corner and grabs the bottle of Polish Spirit that he had placed earlier. Andreas picks it up, and lunges at Justin, breaking the bottle over his head! Justin falls to the mat, Tyrone Little is surprised as hell, and the PCW-tron springs to life, all in a manner of seconds. The face of Skylar Marshall is on the PCW-tron, and he wastes little time.

Skylar Marshall - I had a feeling this would happen. Lasiewicz, you sure have some nerve. Continually trying to endanger the lives of my Superstars with your alcoholic antics. Well, I have news for you. You’re not allowed in my building until I say so! As of right now, you’re gone ‘til I say you can come back, which may be never. You’re not even going to get paid. Maybe this will help you reconsider your actions. Security, get rid of him!

The PCW-tron clicks out as security files down to the ring, grabbing Andreas Lasiewicz and carrying him out of the ring, and out of the building without much resilience. Justin Michaels is barely making his way to his feet, wondering what had happened. Tyrone Little raises his hand once more as ‘Ordinary Man’ blares through the arena. As ‘Ordinary Man’ plays, the PCW-tron comes on once more, showing the locker rooms of each of the competitors in the Main Event, all ready to go out and get what they’ve come so far for, The PCW World Championship...

[Ace Anderson]

Match Five: World Championship Match
Deadly Lockdown Match
Lantlas (c) vs. Grimm vs. Sean Hunter vs. ‘Prophet’ Marcus Murdoc
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: The match begins with all four men coming down to the ring to their own entrance music and what not, and all four of them squaring off in the ring. Richard Stevens keeps them apart, however, as the random selection for who will be chained to start the match is made. The first man to be chained, to his dismay, The Abomination of Desolation. Grimm is locked up outside of the ring, a handcuff with a relatively long chain attached to his arm and the bottom rope. This gives Grimm room to move up and down that rope, but not too far away, or be able to get in the ring and do much, really.

The second selection is made, which brings Lantlas out of the ring and locked up, on the other side from Grimm. The referee informs the men that in five minutes, one of the men on the outside, also randomly, will be released. After both men are free, the last man standing rules will begin, until the very last man standing is the one who will be declared PCW World Champion.

Prophet and Sean Hunter begin in a staredown, both itching to get at each other for a long while. A tarnished past they both share, very, very fragile. The crowd grows silent, almost too silent. You can practically hear the two breathe. Breaking the silence, Sean Hunter lays a stinging slap on the face of Marcus Murdoc. The crowd erupts, and Prophet slaps Hunter back. Harder. The crowd gets louder. Hunter tackles Murdoc to the mat, and he begins punching away at The Prophet. The Prophet manages to roll around, getting himself positioned on top of Hunter. Murdoc drives the points of his elbows down onto the face and head of Sean Hunter, who tries to cover up. Sean pushes Murdoc up and off of him, and begins to crawl away, dizzy. Murdoc mounts the back of Hunter, and begins to deliver forearms to his head. Murdoc then gets off of Hunter, and gives him a flipping neck snap, a la DA CHAMP!(Who isn’t here, thank God) Although that neck snap was about twelve thousand times better, which showed by the pain it caused Sean Hunter. He tried to scramble away from Murdoc as he grabbed at his neck, but as he approached the side of the ring, Grimm delivered a punch to his head which caused him to turn around.

Hunter was met by Murdoc now, who applies an Iron Claw to the forehead of Sean Hunter. Murdoc rises Sean Hunter up, Hunter having no choice but to stand. Murdoc transitions from the Iron Claw right into a vertical suplex, which he drops down into a sitout powerbomb. Murdoc waits for the referee to count, then realizes that there aren’t even pinfalls in this matchup. Murdoc goes to his submission game from here.

He takes the arm of Sean Hunter, and drops his knee right into the bend. He pushes with his weight and pulls with all his might, causing Sean Hunter to scream out. Hunter reaches across, grabbing at the face of Murdoc. He finally manages to get a finger into Prophet’s eye, which causes him to let go. Hunter gets up to one knee, holding his arm. Murdoc is standing with his back to Hunter, checking to make sure his eyeball is still in the gosh-darn socket. Hunter seizes the opportunity, and grabs Murdoc from behind, bringing him down with a reverse DDT. Hunter gets down and locks Murdoc in a dragon sleeper, hoping to put him out early, and for good.

Sean Hunter wrenches the dragon sleeper very, very hard. He continuously pulls harder, almost as hard as he can. Murdoc begins to spit and his beard collects a rather hefty amount of saliva. What Sean Hunter doesn’t realize, is that five minutes are up, and Lantlas is set free!

Not necessarily trying to help Murdoc, but trying to gain any advantage he can, Lantlas slides into the ring where Sean Hunter cannot see him. Hunter is so into trying to literally kill Marcus Murdoc that Lantlas probably could have slid in right in front of him. Lantlas comes up behind Sean Hunter, pulls his free arm, and locks Hunter in a cross armbreaker! Lantlas begins to pull, as hard as he can, which forces Hunter to let go of his dragon sleeper on Murdoc so he can concentrate on escaping from Lantlas. Out of instinct, Marcus Murdoc rolls out of the ring, landing on the floor. Good for him the last man standing rules haven’t started. He stays down for a good fifteen seconds. Lantlas still has the cross armbreaker on Hunter, who is screaming in relative agony, after those fifteen seconds pass, and Murdoc gets to his feet. He slowly slides into the ring, and Lantlas lets go before Murdoc can attack him while he is down.

However, as Murdoc gets into the ring and gives Lantlas a rather peculiar eye, both men begin to stomp down on Sean Hunter! Boot after boot after boot, Sean Hunter is given what he had coming to him for being such a cocky jerk all of the time. The alliance doesn’t last long, however, as Lantlas nails Prophet with a roundhouse kick as soon as they both stop with the beatdown on Hunter. Murdoc responds with a couple of mongolian chops, and Lantlas comes back with a throat thrust. Hunter pulls a page out of the book of Murdoc, and rolls out of the ring, however, he rolls out right in front of Grimm, who stomps him down as well. Murdoc and Lantlas are still trading shots in the ring, neither really gaining anything. Sean Hunter manages to make it out of Grimm’s reach, and he begins to taunt the Abomination of Desolation. Flipping him off, going right into Grimm’s range and then jumping out of the way.

The cockiness doesn’t last long, as time is up. Grimm is released, and the look on Sean Hunter’s face is worthy of the cover of ‘Oh Shit’ monthly. Sean Hunter takes off, Grimm hot on his tail. Mark Long makes sure to inform everyone of the Last Man Standing rules now coming into effect. Sean Hunter runs around the ring, and kneels down behind the steps. As Grimm runs by and stops, looking into the ring for Hunter, Hunter dives out from behind the steps and tackles Grimm down. Inside the ring, Prophet has Lantlas in a sharpshooter, but Lantlas is sure to reverse the pressure.

Grimm and Hunter are rolling around on the outside, both men trying to gain an advantage on the other. They manage to stand, but continue to exchange blows. They get into the ring, just as Murdoc and Lantlas stand up. A four way stand off ensues. All of the men begin to circle clockwise, watching in every direction. Murdoc looking directly across at Hunter, Lantlas looking directly across at Grimm. Grimm decides he has had enough, and charges forward, hitting Lantlas with a very unorthodox headbutt to the gut. Prophet waits for Sean Hunter to come to him, and when Sean obliges, a blinding flash of light causes Hunter to fall to the mat, holding his face in agony. The second time Sean Hunter has seen ‘The Light’, and it may very well eliminate him from the match. Grimm is up after his headbutt, turning to see what had caused the flash, and he is quick to bumrush Prophet.

Grimm backs Prophet into the corner, before throwing him to the mat by his long, scraggily beard. Phinehas, ever the unpredictable loose cannon, drops down and begins to blatantly choke Marcus Murdoc. Richard Stevens has reached 6...7...Hunter is still down...8...and Hunter is up to one knee...9...Hunter is up! He just narrowly missed elimination there. Lantlas sees Hunter barely getting up, and he grabs Hunter from behind. A German suplex by the Elven Warrior! Hunter is down again, and Murdoc has reversed Grimm’s choke into a mount, somehow. Murdoc is coming down strong onto Grimm with giant fists, yet Lantlas is quick to pull Murdoc off of Grimm and begin to attack the Abomination of Desolation himself. Lantlas rains down on Grimm with stomps, before Murdoc pushes him out of the way. Murdoc and Lantlas stare each other down, and neither one notices Grimm getting to one knee. Grimm explodes from the mat and delivers a shocking double clothesline to both of them! Hunter just gets up at 6, right in time for Dick to restart the count. What confusion!

Grimm spears Hunter while Dick continues to count. Grimm and Hunter roll around for the eight billionth time in the match, brawling it away. Grimm manages to gain advantage, and picks up Hunter while delivering clubs to his back, immobilizing him. Dick reaches 7, and both Prophet and Lantlas are up. They begin to exchange shots, both growing somewhat tired. Grimm Irish whips Sean Hunter, yet as Sean Hunter comes back, Grimm hops over him. Behind Grimm, Lantlas and Murdoc are fighting. Murdoc happens to knock Lantlas aside just as Grimm hops over Sean Hunter. Sean Hunter collides with Murdoc with a giant spear, which he calls The Suffering!! All wind in the body of Marcus Murdoc is diminished, as Sean Hunter’s weight comes down on top of his body in a sickening crunch.

Grimm sees this, but really doesn’t want to waste any time, and moves in on Lantlas. Richard Stevens begins to count out Murdoc. 3...4... Grimm picks up Lantlas and Irish Whips the Elven Warrior. Spinebuster by Grimm! Hunter is up now, and as Grimm moves out of the way, he hits a running leg drop on Lantlas. 7..8...Murdoc is still down after that sick ‘Suffering.’ Grimm and Hunter somehow manage to keep their hands off of each other long enough to try to double team Lantlas. 9...10!!! Murdoc is eliminated, and Mark Long makes sure everyone knows. Hunter and Grimm give Lantlas a ridiculously painful-looking double DDT, and then immediately turn to each other.

Hunter grabs the head of Grimm, to Grimm’s surprise, and hits a facebuster! Richard Stevens begins to count both Lantlas and Grimm! If Sean Hunter won this match, it would be one of the biggest upsets in wrestling history, except in the mind of Sean Hunter, of course. 1...2...3....4...Sean Hunter taunts to the crowd. 5...and Lantlas is up, so much for Sean Hunter winning this straight out. 6...7...Sean goes to spear Lantlas, but is given a drop toehold. 8...Grimm is up as well. Lantlas points to Grimm, then to Hunter, and then he makes his way to the top rope. Grimm seems to understand what Lantlas means, so he obliges. Grimm delivers a Samoan drop to Sean Hunter, which Lantlas follows up with a Frog Splash. Grimm then climbs up onto the second rope, and Lantlas picks up Sean Hunter, almost handing him into the hands of Grimm. Grimm takes his arm around the head of Sean Hunter, and delivers a HUGE top rope Harvest! Sean Hunter is down, and Lantlas and Grimm simply look on as Richard Stevens begins to count. 1...2...3...4... Lantlas and Grimm are staring right at Sean Hunter, waiting. 5...6...7...8...they switch their gaze to look at each other. Nine, and finally ten! Sean Hunter has been eliminated from the matchup.

A smile comes across the face of Phinehas Grimm. A smile extends across the face of Lantlas Anduril as well. The well awaited match-up. Much anticipated by everyone in PCW. A true test of who is a warrior, who will be named PCW World Champion once and for all. The match truly begins, right now.

Both men wipe their sweaty palms on their pants, and begin to circle each other. Grimm crouches down slightly, still circling, while Lantlas gets into a fighting stance, while also circling. Grimm charges. Lantlas sidesteps. Grimm hits the ropes. Grimm comes back, Lantlas drops down to his stomach. Back up to his feet now, Grimm hits the other ropes. Lantlas hops over the head of Phinehas Grimm. As Grimm bounces off of the ropes once more, Lantlas turns to be met with a flying lariat! Grimm’s arm collides with the face of the Champion, who hits the mat with authority. Richard Stevens goes to start the count, but Grimm knows it isn’t enough. He simply knows. He picks up Lantlas, and rocks him with a couple of shots to the jaw, and then a headbutt. Lantlas almost falls over, and then Grimm runs off of the ropes. He attempts to give Lantlas some sort of clothesline, but Lantlas manages to duck it. He hooks Grimm under the arms, in a full nelson. After holding it for a few seconds, Lantlas hoists up Grimm and powers him down in a full nelson slam! Grimm hits the mat and rolls away, to the ropes, and under them. He hits the floor, and begins to walk around the ring. Grimm stops next to the barricade, to the left of the ramp, outside of the ring. Lantlas watches intently. Grimm continues to walk, toward the ‘front’ of the ring. As Grimm stops in front of the ramp, Lantlas gets an idea. A slightly crazy idea.

The crowd begins to chant, as Lantlas runs off of the ropes. Grimm turns around just as Lantlas come over the top rope in a brilliant suicide dive! The body of Lantlas crashes into the body of Grimm. Both men are down. 1...2...3...Lantlas is the first to his feet. He looks to Grimm, anticipating that Grimm may get up, and he begins to search under the ring. One table comes out. Lantlas slides it into the ring. A second table comes out. Lantlas sets this one up right next to the ring, on the outside. Grimm was up at five, but he began to stumble around a little, Lantlas’s giant body landing on him obviously taking its toll on his awareness. Lantlas slides into the ring, setting up the table that he had put there. Grimm follows him into the ring, and as Grimm gets into the ring, Lantlas meets him. He helps Grimm to his feet a little, before rocking him with a throat thrust. Lantlas backs Grimm into the corner, before picking Grimm up to be seated on the top turnbuckle. In a last ditch effort, Grimm grabs Lantlas around the head! Grimm jumps off of the turnbuckle, attempting a second top rope Harvest...yet Lantlas manages to continue the momentum and turn Grimm around, to sit him back atop the turnbuckle. A quick punch or two to the head of Grimm stuns him a bit, and Lantlas uses this opportunity to get Grimm in a muscle buster position. Lantlas walks away from the corner, Grimm struggling a bit, yet he manages to drop Grimm right down in a muscle buster, onto the table! Wood splinters go flying as the body of Grimm comes crashing down through the table! Lantlas is down. Grimm is down. Richard Stevens begins to count. 1...2...neither men stir. 3...4...Lantlas is up now! 5..6..Grimm stirs..7..up...8...up to one knee...9...Grimm is on his feet. Lantlas has backed up to the ropes now, his back to the ramp, stage, and PCW-tron.

Grimm charges Lantlas, and at the last second Lantlas lowers his head and tosses Grimm over to the top rope! Grimm adjusts his body in mid air, and manages to somehow land on the apron! Lantlas turns, and is hit with a shot to the jaw from Phinehas Grimm. Lantlas returns the favor, hitting Grimm with the near patented throat thrust, almost causing Grimm to fall off of the apron, yet Grimm holds on to the top rope. Lantlas steps through the ropes, punching Grimm a few more times. Lantlas turns, and hoists Grimm up onto his shoulders. Lantlas looks down at the table below him. Could he be planning a Flame of the West through the god-damn table? However, Grimm begins to squirm. He manages to move his body around, and he catches Lantlas in a DDT position...they both fall...HARVEST THROUGH THE GOD-DAMN TABLE!!!! An even larger shower of splinters than the first broken table is created, with near five hundred pounds crashing right through the table and to the floor. Grimm and Lantlas both lay motionless. Richard Stevens begins to count. One...two...three...neither stir. Not even an inch. Four...five... Grimm sits up! Six...Seven...Grimm is to his feet! Eight...nine...ten!!!!! Grimm wins the PCW Championship! He climbs into the ring as Richard Stevens retrieves the belt, and calls for the bell. Richard Stevens hands Grimm his hard-fought prize, naming him the top dog in Pure Class Wrestling. Lantlas is stirring outside of the ring, and he looks a bit disappointed, knowing full well what has happened. ‘Reset’ by Mutemath begins to play as Grimm celebrates, his hunger finally satisfied.
Winner: Grimm via Being the Last Man Standing

What Next?
Details: Lantlas stands up, and slides into the ring. He gives Grimm a slight nod, and Grimm exits the ring with the PCW World Championship. He leans back in the corner, looks down at the mat, and shakes his head. The crowd is a bit confused as Lantlas begins to smile while still shaking his head. He reaches over the ropes for a microphone, and steps towards the middle of the ring. ‘Reset’ fades. Looking down again, he reaches a hand up and flips his blue hair out of his face. He is still a bit shaken, and obviously sore. Still, he smiles.

Lantlas- It’s been one hell of a run, hasn’t it?

Jerry Andrews - I couldn’t agree more there.

Mike Williams - You said it.

The crowd responds with a warm ovation. Lantlas begins to walk back and forth in the ring a little bit, before leaning on the ropes, still with the microphone in his hand.

Lantlas - Not a bad title reign for everyone in this place who’s bet against me since the day I got here.

Mike Williams - What’s he trying to say here?

Jerry Andrews - I have no idea, but I can’t say I ever remember Lantlas speaking in the ring like this.

Mike Williams - Neither can I.

Lantlas pauses again, and the crowd isn’t really sure of what to make of it.

Lantlas - I remember a time when all I was worried about… was winning that world championship from Ace Anderson. Nothing else in the world mattered, and it should have. Times have changed, situations have changed. You see, I’m no longer the hungry-for-gold Elven Warrior I once was. I have a little girl who won’t be so little in a short time. I have a girl who I’m going to marry. So many things that I’ve missed because all my attention and desires have been on wrestling and winning championships, winning match after match, defending myself against people who will never be convinced… The only thing that really made it worth it was coming out here week after week and performing for all you in this arena, and all you who’ve been watching since I got here, and probably long before. Some of the boys in the back have brought my career to heights that I’d never thought it would be, and this past year of my life wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t for them. So, I guess what I’m really trying to say is…

Lantlas is suddenly interrupted by a voice echoing throughout the arena.

Skylar - Hold on just a minute there, Elf-boy…

Jerry Andrews - What the hell is this?

The crowd goes sour almost immediately, having interrupted the former champion’s rare in-ring address. Lantlas backs up to the other side of the ring with his arms crossed and watches as Skylar Marshall steps in the ring and gets right in Lantlas’s face.

Skylar - Do you think I got to where I am today by being a stupid businessman? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your little plan? As someone who was representing a company in which I have a say, I would find it at least a bit respectful for you to maybe talk to your employers about your plans for retirement before you announce them!

Mike Williams - Retirement? Were we just witnessing Lantlas’s retirement speech?

Jerry Andrews - I… I can’t believe it. “The Elven Warrior” was saying goodbye to PCW!

Mike Williams - Before Skylar Marshall interrupted him anyway…

Lantlas - Who told you…

Skylar - It doesn’t matter who told me, Lantlas… Rumors spread like wildfire in this business, and having been a world champion in multiple federations, you should know that! You see, despite this defeat as the world champion, your stock is still high. Your departure means a loss in business for me, and when someone messes with my money, they don’t get away with it.

Lantlas - I already have.

Skylar - Oh, you think you have, eh? Change your plans for the next week, because you’re not headed to the retirement home just yet.

Jerry Andrews - What’s he saying?

Mike Williams - I don’t think Skylar is too happy with him.

Jerry Andrews - Gee, what gave you that idea?

Skylar - You see, I still hold your contract, and you aren’t leaving until I say so! Therefore, since you’re screwing me over financially, I’m screwing you over… well… in any way imaginable, depending on how you look at it.

Jerry Andrews - That can’t be good…

Skylar- Next week on Trauma, you will indeed be competing on the card, and yes, you’ll also be in the main event.

Mike Williams - I don’t know what’s so bad about that.

Jerry Andrews - I have a feeling he’s not done.

Skylar - But you see, this won’t be any ordinary Trauma main event, oh no! Not in the slightest, Elf-boy! After this match, your career might be over for more reasons than your personal ones, and I won’t even give it a second thought, because next week in this ring, you will be competing against the new PCW champion, Grimm. You will be competing against “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc. You will be competing against the HHW and North American Champion Non Compos Mentis. And since he seems to think he’s going to be the next big thing around here in singles competition, you will be competing against Kaden Keene as well. One thing, they’re all going to be on the same team. Oh yeah, another thing… this match is going to be a WAR GAMES MATCH!

Mike Williams - War Games? Four-on-one? That’s reprehensible!

Jerry Andrews - How is Lantlas going to survive this?

Skylar - Another thing… The person who makes the pinfall in this match will be the PCW Champion, if Grimm is the one to make the pinfall. If it's not Grimm, then they’ll get a shot at Grimm at a later date. Let's consider this the equivalent of the rematch clause in your contract, even though you're not going to get a shot, but it’s the closest thing you’re ever going to get, whether you come back to PCW or not! However, if you do manage to emerge victorious, which I supremely doubt, you will get back the HHW championship from Non Compos Mentis. Give him a little added incentive, cause I’m sure there are some things he’d like to do to that belt.

Skylar Marshall begins to walk out of the ring, but then turns around and looks back at Lantlas.

Skylar - This match will only be anything other than four-on-one if you can find some partners to team with you, but I doubt you’ll find anyone foolish enough to go against those odds. Good luck, Lanty.

Lantlas is dumbfounded, and the crowd is silent as he walks to the back. The camera follows him into the backstage area. Jade is standing near the entrance to the locker room, and she runs up and embraces him!

Jerry Andrews - What is this?

Mike Williams - Apparently there’s something we didn’t know about going on there.

Jade pulls away from the embrace.

Jade - Lantlas, I know we were told we couldn’t bring our relationship on-camera, but it’s your last match and I’m not going to let you go into it alone.

Lantlas - Jade… I can’t let you do that.

Jade - The hell I can’t.

Another voice - She’s right, Lantlas.

Justin “Stormm” Michaels steps into view.

Lantlas - Justin?

Justin - Hey, we’ve teamed together before. I’ve always liked you. I’d be proud to team with you one more time.

Lantlas - You sure it’s not just about the title shot?

Justin smiles a bit smugly.

Justin - Well, the rules didn’t say I’D get one, and besides, I already got one But hey, I’ve always considered you a friend. We’ve had some tag victories together, and I wouldn’t mind having one more. Gotta even up the odds a little bit.

Mike Williams - That makes it four-on-three…

Jerry Andrews - Does Lantlas have any other friends in the locker room?

Mike Williams - Let’s see… He was tag team champions with the Prophet…

Jerry Andrews - But he’s on the other team… What about Seth Sinn?

Mike Williams - Don’t have any idea where he is… Al Laiman?

Jerry Andrews - Laiman’s retired. No one from HHW is left. Who else can the Elven Warrior turn to? Who can make this match even… Wait a minute? Who is that?

From the shadows, a huge figure can be seen. Justin looks very surprised, and Jade clutches Lantlas a little tighter.

Shadow - You’ve learned your lesson well, my friend. I’m proud of you.

Mike Williams - Is that…

Jerry Andrews - No, it can’t be!

The shadow emerges from the darkness.

Mike Williams - It is!

Jerry Andrews - It’s Ace Anderson, the former World Champion, and arguably the greatest singles star in PCW history!

Ace - And I’d be proud to fight by your side one last time, and help get you back that HHW Championship. Not for Laiman, but for you.

Lantlas and Ace shake hands as the crowd in the arena goes absolutely nuts!

Jerry Andrews - This is huge! Lantlas's last match, and it's a War Games on Trauma next week!

Mike Williams - So the a shot at the PCW World Championship will be on the line... as well the HHW title... In a War Games match...

Jerry Andrews- And it will be Grimm, Murdoc, Non Compos Mentis, and Kaden Keene against the team of Lantlas, Jade, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, and Ace Anderson?!

Mike Williams - This may be the biggest match in PCW history!

Jerry Andrews - I don't think there's any doubt about that! Tune in next week, fans! This will be off the charts!


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