Deadly Intentions V Results

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents

Deadly Intentions V

From the sold-out Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

Live, Sunday, November 30, 2014 only on Pay-Per-View

(With the Deadly Intentions official theme song, “Hated You From Hello” by Downplay blares throughout the Pure Class Arena, the camera pans, tilts, and zooms through the venue to show the building is full of paying members of the PCW Faithful. A massive pyrotechnic display goes off to signal the live broadcast of the show.)

Jerry Andrews: We are at maximum capacity as we bring to you PCW Deadly Intentions Five from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina.

Ace Anderson: This is the fifth Pay-Per-View of its namesake, and marks the third incarnation of the Deadly Rumble Match.

(The camera spotlights some of the more notable signs that the Faithful; Signs such as: “Cosmos is out of this world,” “Unleash the Monster: Murdoc,” “Black Eyes for The Black Hand,” and “Whitey Ford is Gross.” All of a sudden, “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash envelops the arena. The lights go dark minus the large screen over the ramp way which has the words Nex Addo pulsating in red. The ominous stomps followed by the claps, as if some mystical church sermon has taken over the PCW arena. Flashes of lightning crash from the sky in such a way that the crowd has to check if the roof hadn’t been ripped right off.

Another flash of faux lightning flashes and there is movement in the crowd. People are either cheering or screaming as an ominous force makes its way through the crowd opposite the wrestler’s entrance. The lightning illuminates the crowd once more and to the right and left of the arena two more figures begin to make their way through the PCW faithful. The entire arena is in a tizzy. Some would like to run and hide, but fear freezes them where they stand. While other stand their ground against the unnatural trio, not wanting to miss a moment.

Slowly the men make their way towards the guardrails and climb around the ring apron. By this point it is clear that the Black Hand has united to address the world of Pure Class Wrestling. Sadistic and Grimm are quick to slide under the ropes and even quicker to their feet. Showtime doesn’t seem so eager to enter the squared circle. Though as slow as he is to enter he does so with no hesitation. Sadistic is the one who leans over to the time keeper and demands a microphone.

After his demand is met he looks like he is about to address the crowd, but stops as he raises the microphone. He turns to Showtime and tries to hand it off. Showtime doesn’t move. He doesn’t reach for it, nor does he back away. Sadistic tries again, but again his attempts fails. He looks Showtime in the eyes and says something inaudible over the crowd, who cannot seem to figure out what the hell is happening, and Showtime finally accepts.

“I’ve been called many things in my day; from asshole to showman. I’ve given back to my community and shattered my fair share of dreams. We are here tonight to give you our declaration. You may not like the way that we handle our business, but in time you will see that we’ve been a necessary evil. We don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I for one should like to help everyone, if possible. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

“Greed has poisoned man’s soul. Through his hate he has barricaded us into misery and bloodshed. We have achieved so much with our short time on this earth, but it has been bastardized for fickle men’s needs. We have developed the speed of the gods, only to have us keep to ourselves. We have developed machinery that would be able to feed the world twice over, but we are left with want. The vast knowledge that we have been gifted hasn’t made us kind, but cynical. We think too much and feel too little. We let those who wish to bind us tell us what we should think and what we should do without the cores of humanity in mind. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost...

“Television and the internet have given us the chance to make the world a much smaller place. The very nature of these inventions showcase the goodness in men. Crying out for a universal brotherhood, a way to unite us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world. Millions of victims of a system that force man to destroy his brother and subjugate the innocent.

“Hear us brothers and sisters, we say do not despair. This misery that plagues us is but a passing greed. We have the power to right the ships and sail on upon a new tomorrow. A new dawn of man that doesn’t fear progress, but embraces it. The dawn of a new tomorrow is upon us and the power that has been stripped from the common man will be returned. As long as there are men pure enough to die for liberty it shall never die.

“People the time has passed for complacency. Do not let the powers that be enslave you! They would be happy with you being nothing more than mindless zombies. They’d treat you like cattle and herd you to their needs! Keep them in a spot able to rule unjustly while you do their bidding, falling further down the ladder. Do not let this oppression continue. You are not Machines! You are not cattle! You are mankind! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate! The unloved and the unnatural!

“In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man.” Not just one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

“But still there are men that would stand in our way. Misguided souls that cannot look around and see that they are fighting for the wrong side. Some even good men that do not realize that this is more than some silly act of vengeance. That they are standing in the way of humanity! For these cretins and lost wanderers need to be stopped. They need to be shown that there is no tomorrow for those that cannot see what is right for humanity. And here they have been named!”

Showtime pulls a white envelope out his pocket and holds it to the sky. A single spotlight shines down upon Wryght’s hand; the insignia of the Black Hand glaring out at the world. The crowd oddly hushes at its sight, more expecting something to happen rather than fear for a simple envelope.

“At Mass Destruction these men will face the fury of the Black Hand, and for once Humanity will have the upper hand. For all that is good we will strike down these men and start the beginning of a new world. This will not be an easy path. If you the people stand up with us against the tyranny we shall have the commencement of a greater life, and not just for those who would assume entitlement.

“This match will make a statement to the world that the Black Hand will not be stopped and bring us to a new dawn. The rules will be simple enough. Two rings surrounded by a steel cage. No man may enter once the match begins and no man shall exit until his demise. Though putting only one out of his misery is not enough. There will be no victor until each and every man from one team has been pinned or forced to submit. Only a true victory over all can begin to showcase the power of the Black Hand. Tonight is only a warning. Those marked will soon find out, but every man deserves the chance to defend themselves. Murdoc will be given a chance just as Eira was given a chance."

At the mention of Eira's name Sadistic bursts into laughter. Grimm and Showtime are just as confused as the PCW Faithful.

"What's funny?" inquires Showtime. "Murdoc?"

Sadistic shakes his head.

"Eira?"

Again, Sadistic can't stop laughing.

"What's so funny?" asks Wryght again. "Why is Eira funny?"

Sadistic suddenly stops laughing and pulls the microphone to his mouth. "Because she's come home...to the Black Hand!"

At his last statement the lights go out with a thunderous roar of lightning. When the arena is illuminated again, all three members of The Black Hand have vanished. The feed then switches to...

The Curse of the Ugly Christmas Sweater :: Part I

(...A back view of a very large man can be seen bulking along through the catering area, brushing through fans and colleagues alike. Nothing can stop him, not even Nathan Saniti glowering at him as the violently colored gentleman is jostled aside from his post near the tray of grilled cheese sandwiches. Appearing to be clad in a yarn-based, nightmarish combination of too-bright reds and greens, the large man’s forward momentum continues without halting until a rowdy shout stops him in his tracks.)

”Wow, nice sweater!”

(The light tenor voice cracks into the soprano range and back in the span of half a second, the teenage boy and his two friends breaking into raucous cackles as they approach the festive behemoth, the speaker brave (or stupid) enough to reach up and slap him companionably on the back.)

“But can I get an autograph?”

(The only response is a growl as none other than Cory “THE BEAR” Steel whirls around and glares down at the three boys! Garbed in none other than the single ugliest Christmas sweater this world has ever seen, decorated with frolicking bears, Steel grabs the VIP lanyards around the boys’ necks and strong-arms them til their backs are up against the wall!)

“Don’t - don’t do anything! If you hurt me, I swear my Dad will sue! I just wanted an autograph, what’s your PROBLEM?”

(Despite the big words, the teen’s face is ashen, clearly watching his [very short] life flash before his very eyes. Steel looms over the gormless trio, shaking his thick finger in the teen’s face.)

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, kid, this sweater is for someone SPECIAL. Don’t want your blood messing it up.”

“It’s - it’s a very nice sweater, sir.”

(Cory leans in close, eyes squinting menacingly from under bushy brows and muscles bunching with tension. The merrily dressed mammoth grits his teeth and snarls before releasing them all and proceeding on his way.)

“I know.”

(The feed then kicks to Sasha Greene, wearing a beautiful short black miniskirt and black heels, in the ring preparing to introduce the first match.)

Match One
Underground Rules
Singles Match for the vacant Underground Title
Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith vs. Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel
Referee: Tyrone Little, Sr.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, here we go, the first match of the night and the Underground Title is up for grabs!

Ace Anderson: I love the Underground! This is gonna be great!

The crowd is buzzing as we focus on the ring for the official introductions.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a one-on-one Underground Rules match for the vacant Underground Title!”

The crowd cheers.

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! The Bear in his bear skin emerges from behind the black curtain with his head lowered. The eyes of the dead bear skin shin and glimmer in the dancing lights. Finally Cory lifts his head and with his expressionless face scans the crowd before a smile cracks across his face and he begins his descent towards the ring.

“Introducing first, from New York, New York: CORY ‘THE BEAR’ STEEL!”

At the bottom of the ramp standing beside the ring apron the massive hands of The Bear reaches up grabbing the top rope, he pulls himself onto the ring apron, and removing his beard skin laying it down he ducks into the ring. The hulking monster bounces off the ropes once inside the ring for a few before stopping in his corner to tie his hair back. Watching and wait with his gray eyes.

Jerry Andrews: I saw Cory Steel backstage earlier tonight and he wants this title bad. He is 100% focused on this match.

Ace Anderson: And that’s exactly why he pulled himself out of the Deadly Rumble later tonight. He wanted to put all of his attention on this title match up.

“And his opponent...”

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air.

“... from Biloxi, Mississippi: TYRONE ‘CRAZY BOY’ SMITH!”

He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for the bell to ring.

Jerry Andrews: But standing in Cory Steel’s way is that man, Tyrone Smith. He wants this title as well and I have a feeling that he’s also going to put everything he has into this match.

Ace Anderson: You can feel the tension in the building right now. Both of these men crave this championship.

The referee raises the Underground Championship into the air. Both competitors look up at the title. The bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: And that is what it’s all about. At the end of this match, one of these two men will leave this ring as the King of the Underground.

Ace Anderson: And here we go!

The two men meet each other in the center of the ring. There’s a brief staredown and then they just explode on one another with punches.

Jerry Andrews: Woah! No one is wasting any time here! They’re going right at one another.

Ace Anderson: This is what I expected! These two men are going to throw everything they have at their opponent tonight and we’re lucky to be able to watch this!

After both men connect with several hard shots, Cory Steel gets the advantage in the exchange by blocking a punch and then clotheslining Smith down to the mat. Smith gets back up to his feet, but he’s dropped back down with another strong swing from Steel. Cory Steel now begins to stomp away on Tyrone Smith, trying to keep him down on the mat. Finally Crazy Boy manages to roll out of the ring and to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Smart move by Crazy Boy there.

Cory Steel slides out of the ring after his opponent. As he does, Smith tackles him down! Crazy Boy mounts Steel down and he starts to unload on his face with strong forearm shots. Cory Steel battles out, eventually pushing Crazy Boy off of him. Both men get back to their feet, but Steel is groggy after taking the hits to the head. Crazy Boy takes advantage and he hits him with a big boot to the face!

Jerry Andrews: My God!

Ace Anderson: He almost took his head off with that one!

Crazy Boy now pulls his opponent up and he throws him into the steel ring steps with a crash. Smith charges at the prone Steel, but Steel dodges out of the way at the last minute and Smith hits the steps hard.

Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure if Cory Steel dodged out of the way there or if he simply fell down.

Ace Anderson: Either way, it was effective.

Jerry Andrews: Yes it was.

Steel slowly gets back to his feet. Smith is returning to a standing position as well. Steel kicks him in the stomach, sets him up and then drops him with a powerbomb onto the steel steps!

Jerry Andrews: Oh no!

Ace Anderson: This could be it already!

Jerry Andrews: But Cory Steel has to get Tyrone Smith into the ring to defeat him.

Cory Steel slowly stands up. He pulls Smith off of the steps, having some difficulty lifting his limp body. He slumps him down onto the apron. Steel then rolls into the ring and pulls Smith into the center of the ring. He covers him:
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Crazy Boy!

Steel stands up and he stomps on Smith. He then drops an elbow. Steel now pulls Smith up, sets him up and drops him with a jackhammer! He goes for another cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Another kickout!

Steel pulls Smith up once again. Suddenly Smith rolls him up!
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout!

Cory Steel is back on his feet first. He waits for his opponent. When Crazy Boy stands up, Steel runs at him with a clothesline. Smith ducks it. Steel turns around and Crazy Boy kicks him in the stomach. He then hits him with a big one-armed DDT!

Smith with a quick cover!
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Jerry Andrews: No! Two!

Crazy Boy gets back up. So does Cory Steel. Steel swings at Smith but he misses. Crazy Boy grabs him, lifts him up and hits Crazy Airlines!!! He now goes for another cover!
1...
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Jerry Andrews: Another kickout!

Ace Anderson: It’s going to take a hell of a lot for either of these men to get a victory here tonight!

Crazy Boy is back up. He makes his way to the corner and starts to climb to the top ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Going upstairs for a high-risk move!

Ace Anderson: No!

Cory Steel gets up and he dives at the corner, knocking Tyrone Smith off of the turnbuckle and down to the floor on the outside of the ring!

Steel now rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside. He pulls Smith up and he slams him face-first into the barrier at ringside. And again. And again. Smith collapses down to the floor. Steel now reaches under the ring and he pulls out a chair.

Ace Anderson: Steel has some steel!

He waits for Crazy Boy to get back to his feet. As he does, he swings the chair at his head. Crazy Boy ducks it and he tackles Steel down to the floor! Smith now gets back up and now he has the chair! Steel is back on his feet. He turns towards his opponent and...

Jerry Andrews: BAM!!!!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy swung for the fences there and he connected!

Cory Steel falls to the floor following the big chair shot from Tyrone Smith. Smith now stands above him and he drives the chair into his midsection. And again. And again. And again. Smith now slides the chair into the ring and he reaches down to pulls Cory Steel up. Steel somehow manages to hit Smith with an elbow to the throat, staggering him for a moment. Steel can’t quite get back to his feet before Smith is after him again. This time Smith is able to pull him up. Steel however drives his elbow into Smith’s midsection and then he slams him head-first into the ring apron. Steel is unable to follow up and he falls to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like those chair shots took a lot out of Cory Steel.

Ace Anderson: Of course they did! Did you see them?

Jerry Andrews: I did!

Ace Anderson: Vicious!

Crazy Boy shakes himself to clear the cobwebs and then reaches down and he pulls up Cory Steel once more. Steel kicks him in the stomach. He then drives the point of his elbow into Smith’s back. He sets him up, but Smith breaks loose. Smith now grabs Steel and he drops him with a big Russian leg sweep!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Cory Steel’s head just bounced off the floor!

Ace Anderson: He could be out!

Tyrone Smith pulls Cory Steel up. He throws him into the ringside barrier. He then charges at him. Steel gets underneath Smith and he lifts him over his head, over the guardrail and into the crowd! The audience is going nuts as Cory Steel turns and climbs over the barrier as well!

Jerry Andrews: Both of these competitors are in the crowd now!

Smith is back on his feet. He swings at Steel. Steel dodges it. Cory Steel now lifts Crazy Boy up and he hits him with a swing side slam right onto several of the chairs in the audience!

Jerry Andrews: Smith’s back just cracked across like three chairs!

Steel pulls Smith up. Smith drives the top of his head into Cory Steel’s chin, dazing him. Smith gets up and he clothesline’s Steel down to the floor. He the pulls him up and tosses him into a bunch of chairs that have been vacated by members of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos! PCW Security is doing a great job keeping the PCW faithful out of harm’s way here tonight!

Crazy Boy makes his way over to his opponent, throwing chairs out of his way as he does. By the time he gets to Cory Steel, Steel is back up on his feet. Steel swings a right hand. Smith returns with a right hand of his own. Return from Steel. And then Smith. And then Steel. Then Smith. Steel. Smith. Steel. Smith.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are just beating the hell out of each other in the crowd!

Ace Anderson: And neither man is giving an inch! They’re straight up going after one another and no one is backing down! I love it!

The two competitors are moving through the crowd now, slugging away at one another. Finally then approach the ringside barrier once again. Smith gets the advantage for a moment and he clotheslines Steel over the barrier and back to the ringside area. The force of the clothesline sends Crazy Boy over the barrier as well and now both men are at ringside once again.

Crazy Boy pulls Cory Steel up and he slams him head first into the ring post. He then reaches under the ring and returns with a ladder! Steel approaches him and Smith drives the ladder into Steel’s midsection. He then sets the ladder up at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Crazy Boy doing with that ladder!?

Crazy Boy starts to climb the ladder, but Cory Steel grabs him from behind and pulls him off of it. He then sets him up and he hits him with Killbane!!!

Jerry Andrews: Boom! Huge move there by Cory Steel! That could be the turning point in this match!

Ace Anderson: Cory Steel just needs to get his opponent into the ring and cover him now!

Instead, Cory Steel looks towards the ladder. The crowd explodes as Cory Steel starts to climb the ladder!

Jerry Andrews: What is Cory Steel thinking right now!?

Ace Anderson: He wants to put Crazy Boy away for good!

Cory Steel is at the top of the ladder. The crowd is on their collective feet. Steel looks down at his opponent who is slowly starting to get to his feet. Suddenly, Tyrone Smith lunges forward and he knocks the ladder over! It comes crashing to the floor and, of course, Cory Steel comes crashing down with it! Steel hits the floor with the thud and he remains lifeless as the crowd starts to freak out.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God....

Crazy Boy isn’t done with the ladder yet. He slowly sets it back up and he starts to climb.

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!? Now Crazy Boy is climbing the ladder again! This isn’t a ladder match guys! You’ve got to get your opponent into the ring and pin him!

Ace Anderson: They know! They’re just determined to destroy one another first!

Crazy Boy is at the top of the ladder. He looks down at Cory Steel who still has not moved! He then leaps off of the ladder with a 450 splash!

Jerry Andrews: CRAZY SPIN! OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: No! No! OH NO!

Cory Steel rolls out of the way at the last second and Crazy Boy hits the floor hard.

“HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

Both men remain on the floor, neither man moving.

Jerry Andrews: We’re going to need some help out here. This is too much. These guys.... these....

Ace Anderson: I knew that both men would stop at nothing to win this title here tonight but not even I expected this. Holy shit.

Slowly, very slowly, Cory Steel starts to stir. He uses the ring barrier to pull himself up to his feet. The crowd is cheering with everything they have as Cory Steel stands. He slowly limps his way across the floor and towards the ring. Holding onto the apron, he steadies himself. He then reaches under the ring and he pulls out another steel chair. The crowd screams.

Jerry Andrews: No. No more!

Steel walks towards Smith using the chair as a crutch to hold himself up. Crazy Boy has still not moved. Steel reaches down and he pulls him up to his feet. He throws him towards the ring. Smith falls down. So does Steel. Steel gets back up, still using the chair as a crutch. He walks over towards Smith and slumps him onto the ring apron. He then rolls him into the ring. Steel slides the chair into the ring and then follows Smith.

Jerry Andrews: Cover him. End this. For the love of God...

Cory Steel is in the ring and he picks up the steel chair. He waits for his opponent to get to his knees. He then swings the chair. Tyrone Smith throws his body at Cory Steel, tackling him down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: How on earth are these guys still going!?

Smith manages to cover Steel!
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Ace Anderson: Three! No! No! It’s not over!

Jerry Andrews: How!?

Smith slowly gets up, using the chair that was placed in the ring earlier to help himself up. He then waits for Cory Steel to get up. Steel also uses a chair to stand. Both men are now staggered, beaten and exhausted. They both hold steel chairs in their hands. They look at one another in the eye for a moment and then both men swing! The chairs connect! Both men are overcome by the force of the shot and are hit in the face with their own weapons! They both collapse from the impact!

Jerry Andrews: Cory Steel has fallen on to of Crazy Boy! He’s covering him!

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3!!!!!

The bell rings! The crowd rises to their feet in appreciation. Cory Steel rolls off of his opponent and he looks up at the lights. Crazy Boy might be unconscious at this point. He isn’t moving and his eyes are glazed over. The referee is handed the Underground Title and he hands it to Cory Steel, who is aware enough of his surroundings to accept it. He remains on the mat, clutching the title on his chest.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen. We just witnessed a war. We saw two men give absolutely everything they have and more.

Ace Anderson: Cory Steel will leave the ring as the Underground King, but both of these men deserve our respect here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: And they’re hearing it from this crowd. Listen to this ovation from the PCW faithful.

Cory Steel slowly sits up. He uses the ropes for help to get to his feet. He manages to raise the Underground Title over his head in celebration before falling back down to the mat.

Winner, and NEW PCW Underground Champion: Cory Steel

Mistletoe and a Mission :: Part I

(The camera switches to somewhere in the less populated corridors of the PCW Arena, a giggling Stacy Jones slips into view, hauling a gamely protesting Derek Cosmos into the center of a hallway. While the infuriatingly charismatic Derek maneuvers his free arm comfortably around his attractive assailant, he carefully holds a lidded hot beverage cup out of the way.)

“Put that thing down, you’ll need both your hands for this.”

“Much as I’d love to, I can’t, gotta get this to Foley.”

(Stacy pouts, pointing to the ceiling above them.)

“But babyyyy, I got this all set up for us!”

(The camera’s path follows Derek’s gaze overhead, zooming in on the cheery, red-ribbon wrapped bunch of mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. A grin breaks out over his features and he pulls Stacy close for an intimate kiss, seemingly oblivious to the camera nearby.)

“You’re sweeter than your punches would suggest, my lovely.”

(Stacy smiles, nuzzling his neck before taking a small step away.)

“Well you know... I’m not all sugar. How about some spice?”

(Stacy pulls aside her silk boxer’s robe and angles her hips forward. The conscientious camera once again affording the fans a first hand view...

...of the sprig of mistletoe pinned to her belt buckle! Stacy quirks a come hither eyebrow at him and Cosmos grins, both arms going to wrap around her and bring her close; yet once again the cup interferes! With a charmingly regretful smile, Derek kisses her cheek and pulls away.)

“Thank you for the holiday surprise, and I promise I have a package for you to unwrap later, but right now I have to get going.”

(Stacy crosses her arms and leans back with a sulk, narrowing her eyes at Derek. “You’re a TALENT here, not just some backstage hand to run around doing his bidding.” (She frowns, agitation marring her features.) “Who does he think he is, making you do shit like that? I’m gonna -”

(Derek lays one finger gently across her lips and smiles winningly.)

“It was my idea.”

(Stacy’s momentum loses some steam as she pauses to consider the idea.)

“But.. why?”

(It’s Cosmos turn to sulk, and sulk he does.)

“Because he told me I wasn’t who I am! I know who I am, so he should know who I am, but since he doesn’t know who I am and I know who I am I’m going to show him just who I am so he’ll remember!”

(Stacy blinks, a flutter of eyelashes over what would otherwise be a blank stare.)

“You - wait, what?”

“LAST time I talked to him he told me I wasn’t me. Well, quite clearly I AM me, and I figure if I get in good with the Boss he’ll HAVE to remember who I am, right? While you’re far hotter than the coffee burning my hand, my darling, I really MUST get this to the Boss.”

(With that, Derek Cosmos saunters off, Stacy watching after him with a small, smiling shake of her head. The feed switches to Jerry and Ace at ringside.)

Jerry Andrews: Any clue what that's about, Ace?

Ace Anderson: Not one.

Jerry Andrews: Well, up next folks is a battle between two men that have been at war with one another for quite some time here in PCW...

Ace Anderson: ...LoKi will go one-on-one with Tha Joka. Sasha Greene's ready to start the introductions.

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Two

Singles Match

Loki vs. Tha Joka

Referee: Joseph Buckland

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

("This is Gonna Hurt" by Sixx A.M begins to play as the arena goes dark and smoke begins to fill the stage. Multi-colored lasers strobe in time with the beat, revealing a silhouette in the smoke. As the music picks up an explosion rocks the stage, clearing the smoke and revealing Loki. Loki strides confidently down the ramp as the audience cheers, half way down the ramp he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope.

Once in the ring, Loki springs to his feet and runs at the back rope. Bouncing off the rope, Loki comes back to the front, with his arms raised, crossed at the wrist. Pyros launch in sequence from the turnbuckles as Loki holds the pose. As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner and waits for his opponent.)

Sasha Greene: ...From Minneapolis, Minnesota...LOKI!”

(Loki stands in the ring and looks towards the entrance way, waiting for his opponent. Suddenly, there’s chaos and confusion! Loki is attacked from behind!)

Jerry Andrews: WHAT IN THE HELL!?

Ace Anderson: IT’S THA JOKA!

Jerry Andrews: And he’s attacking Loki with that razor-wire-wrapped baseball bat of his! Someone needs to stop this!

Joka brutalizes Loki, driving the bat into his spine and sending him down to the mat. He then starts to unload on Loki, driving the bat into his stomach and his chest. Loki yells in pain and tries to escape the situation, but it’s no use. Joka is unrelenting in his assault.

Jerry Andrews: This is sick.

Ace Anderson: And here comes security.

PCW security quickly charges into the ring and they attempt to stop the attack. Joka looks up at them and he stares them down. The intense standoff lasts for quite some time. No one is sure what is going to happen.

Jerry Andrews: This is scary folks. What’s going to happen here? Is Joka going to continue his brutal assault on Loki? Will he attack security?

Ace Anderson: Will security actually do something and get that baseball bat out of his hands?

Finally, Joka smiles and then starts to laugh.

Jerry Andrews: Now he’s.... laughing?

Joka has broken out in full on laughter now. He then casually walks towards security and they escort him from the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What on earth was that?

Ace Anderson: Is this match over?

Jerry Andrews: Did it ever even begin?

Joka is escorted away from ringside as PCW medical staff rush into the ring to attend to Loki. Officially, the match is announced as a no contest.

Winner: No Contest at 7:36

Honest Amish Beard Balm

(The scene opens just as Grimm, the Abomination of Desolation, delivers a most vicious headbutt to his hapless opponent. The poor soul’s face explodes in a shower of blood and other nasty bits, and he understandably drops into a heap.

Grimm wipes viscera out of his own eyes and flings it at the mat. He starts to move towards the motionless figure but acts like he catches something out of the corner of his eye and stops. Looking at the camera, he gives his best approximation of a nonthreatening smile and turns.)

“Oh, hello there. If you’re like me, you often find yourself having to clean blood and gristle out of your magnificent beard. Not only can such caked unpleasantness be generally unappealing to the masses, it can be bad for the beard itself. And if you’re like me, you don’t want to use harsh chemicals to do the job.”

(A tin flies in from off-camera and Grimm reaches up to catch it.)

“That’s why I use Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. It’s 100% organic and all natural with no chemicals and it’s free of any artificial colors or fragrances. That delightful aroma you smell is thanks to the natural essential oils in every batch.”

(The man on the mat moans and Grimm kicks him in the ribs, without looking away from the camera.)

“That’s Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. So you can get back to annihilating your enemies without worrying how it will affect the sheen of your luxurious beard. Look for it at finer establishments everywhere.”

(Grimm tosses the tin over his shoulder and turns his attention back to the broken form at his feet. The commercial fades to the sounds of an outrageously gratuitous beating. The feed switches to Sasha Greene preparing to introduce the next match.)

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Three
Singles Match
North American Championship Match
Gem vs. Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels (©)
Referee: The Masked Official

Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW North American Championship!”

The dignified fanfare and massed vocals of Two Steps from Hell’s “Archangel” overture sounds throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp. As the full orchestral power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp, gracefully acknowledging her fans, gliding her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or murmured word of appreciation.

Sasha Greene: “Introducing first, the challenger: GEM!”

Triumphant feminine vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive choral support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she ascends the steps and wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for her opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Gem was stripped of the the Underground Championship a few weeks back on Trauma and was named the number one contender for the PCW North American Championship in a shocking move by Frank Foley.

Ace Anderson: Gem was a dominant in the Underground and now it looks like she’s ready to take that next step. This is a huge opportunity for her here tonight!

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"

“Sasha Greene: And her opponent....”

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"

Sasha Greene: “... from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...”

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews before hopping up onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes, and gives a quick nod towards Sasha before motioning to the crowd once more.

"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"

Sasha Greene: “.. he is the PCW North American Champion and THE Force of Nature... JUSTIN ‘STORMM’ MICHAELS!”

Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm became PCW North American Champion back in September at Return to Glory. He’s had a strong run as champion, but he’ll have a big challenge here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Both of these competitors are strong, fierce competitors!

Jerry Andrews: And remember, Gem made Stormm tap out in a tag team match at Trauma: All Hallow’s Eve.

Ace Anderson: If she does the same thing tonight, she’ll become North American Champion.

The bell rings.

The two competitors circle one another briefly before locking up. Michaels gets the early advantage and he backs Gem up into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break and he gets one. The two lock up once again. This time Gem manages to grab Stormm’s arm and wrench it. She twists it again, holding Stormm. Gem now hits Michaels with a kick to the stomach while still holding the arm. Again. Again. She now takes Stormm down with an arm bar.

Justin Michaels struggles for a moment but then rolls through the arm bar and takes Gem over his head and down to the mat. He then locks her in a reverse chin lock. Gem battles out by driving her elbow into Stormm’s chest, breaking the hold. She gets to her feet and waits for her opponent. As he gets up, she unleashes a high roundhouse kick. Stormm drops down and ducks it. He then grabs Gem’s legs and takes them out from under her, causing her to hit the mat. Michaels is quickly back up on his feet and he drops an elbow. Gem rolls out of the way and Stormm hits the mat.

Gem gets to her feet now. So does Justin Michaels. The two pause for a moment to stare at one another and contemplate their next move. The crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: What a strong technical display from these two in the early goings of this match!

Ace Anderson: They’re going move for move right now and no one is able to get the upper hand yet!

Gem throws a low roundhouse. Stormm blocks it with his leg and brushes it aside. Gem with another kick and Stormm with another block. Now Stormm returns fire, but Gem blocks his kick in the same manner. Stormm again and Gem with another block. The two now lunge at one another and lock up once again. They struggle in the lockup for a moment before both competitors mutually push one another away, breaking the tie up.

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder how long this match is going to remain a straight technical affair. Both of these competitors respect one another, but they’re also both hard competitors who want to leave this arena tonight with the North American Championship.

Ace Anderson: You’re right about that. Respect or not, the title is on the line and you can just feel the tension here. Neither competitor wants to make a mistake in the early going and each is ready to pounce if the opponent is the one to make that first mistake.

They lock up once again. Stormm shifts his position and he hits Gem with a hip toss. He then drops an elbow which connects. Stormm locks Gem in a side headlock. Gem escapes and gets to her feet. She drops an elbow onto Stormm’s back before he can get up. She then grabs him and drives her knee into his side before hitting him with another elbow to the spine. Gem now with a side headlock of her own. Michaels rises to one knee and he powers his way back up to his feet. He hits Gem with a few hard elbows to the midsection to break the hold. He then charges at Gem and takes her down to the mat HARD with a stiff clotheslines.

Jerry Andrews: What a shot!

Justin Michaels wastes no time pulling Gem up and hitting her with a big belly-to-back suplex. He pulls her up once more and drops her with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm with a cover and Gem kicks out at two.

Ace Anderson: It’s going to take a lot more than that to finish this match!

Stormm pulls Gem up. He Irish whips her across the ring and off the ropes, she rebounds and he goes for another clothesline. She ducks it and keeps running. Stormm turns around as Gem bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Gem then leaps up and she hits Stormm with a spinning wheel kick to the head, knocking him down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Big move by Gem there!

Gem takes advantage and she hits a leg drop. She then pulls Stormm up and drops him with a neckbreaker. Gem with another leg drop and a cover. Stormm kicks out at two. Gem pulls Michaels up and she backs him into the corner. Gem with a big chop to the chest. And another. She now backs up and Storm staggers out of the corner. Gem leaps up and hits him with a big missile dropkick, sending him crashing back into the corner of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Ace Anderson: I think Justin Michaels may have hit the back on his head on the turnbuckle. This could give Gem a big advantage now!

Stormm rolls to the outside to regain his bearings.

Ace Anderson: Very smart move by Stormm here.

Gem doesn’t waste a second. She runs and slides under the ropes, connecting with a baseball slide that sends Justin Michaels crashing into the ringside barrier. Gem now leaves the ring and she pulls Michaels up. She rolls him back into the ring and follows him.

Ace Anderson: And that’s a very smart move by Gem. She knows she has the upper hand right now and she wants to take advantage of it while she can.

Michaels gets to his feet and Gem takes him down with a dropkick. She then hits an elbow. Gem now stands up and she waits for Stormm to get to his feet. When he does, she hits him with a spin kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Gem now grabs Stormm by the head and she hits him with a big DDT!

Jerry Andrews: A big DDT from Gem!

Ace Anderson: Nice move!

Gem with a cover:
1.....
2....
Kickout!

Gem gets up to her feet, followed by Michaels. She throws a big roundhouse kick. This time Stormm manages to catch her and he grabs her leg. Stormm now sweeps her other leg out from under her, dropping her to the mat. Stormm holds onto the leg he caught and he drops an elbow onto it. He then positions his elbow on her knee and pulls the lower half of her leg up, causing her leg to bend in an unnatural way.

Ace Anderson: Michaels working the leg now, trying to take Gem’s strong kicks away from her.

Michaels with another elbow. And another. He then stands up, twists Gem’s leg around and drops another elbow onto her knee. He pulls it back once more. This time Gem manages to get to the ropes and the referee makes Michaels break the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is forced to break the hold now.

Ace Anderson: The damage may have been done to Gem’s knee however.

Gem slowly pulls herself up to her feet using the ropes. As soon as she releases her grip on the ropes, Stormm takes out her good leg with a chop block. Gem is unable to stand on her injured leg and she falls down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Gem seems unable to put any weight on her right leg.

Ace Anderson: This could be bad for her. Really bad.

Stormm pulls her up by the head. He hits her with a swinging neckbreaker, sending her back down to the mat. He then goes right back to her injured right leg. She kicks him away with the left. He tries to grab her right leg again and again she kicks him away with the left.

Jerry Andrews: Gem fighting with everything she has now!

Stormm reaches over Gem and grabs her by the head to pull her up. Suddenly she grabs him and rolls him up in a pinning position!
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Stormm!

Stormm stands up first. He goes for a leg drop, but Gem rolls out of the way. Gem now stands up on one leg. As Storm gets to his feet once more, Gem leaps up and hits him with a missile dropkick! Stormm is kicked back through the ropes and to the outside.

Gem now takes this opportunity to massage her leg and get the feeling back into it.

Jerry Andrews: This is big for Gem. She’ll get the chance to try to heel that leg while Stormm is on the outside of the ring.

Stormm gets back up to his feet and he returns to the ring. Gem is on her feet now as well, still shaking her injured right leg. The two circle each other once again. They lock up. Stormm drives his knee into Gem’s midsection. She doubles over. He grabs her by the head, but she breaks free. She then hits him with a big chop across the chest, staggering him. She hits another chop that staggers him further. She then hits him with a big forearm to the chest that sends him into the corner. Gem now grabs onto the ropes and uses them to hold herself up while she unloads on Michaels with several left leg roundhouse kicks!

She backs off and Stormm staggers out of the corner. She now grabs him, sets him up and drives her knee into his head. Gem now lifts him up and drops him with a big brainbuster!

Ace Anderson: HUGE MOVE by Gem! I don’t even know how she managed to do that, but she’s got Stormm dazed on the mat.

Gem gets to her feet. Stormm slowly starts to stand up. He’s on one knee when Gem leaps up and hits him with The Shine!

Jerry Andrews: Boom! That could be it!

Ace Anderson: Gem with a cover for the championship!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: And... no! Stormm kicks out right before three!

Gem uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. Stormm is still down on the mat. Gem now pulls Stormm to his feet. Gem now hits Stormm with a falling reverse DDT! Gem now goes for a cover. 1......
2......

Justin Michaels kicks out! Gem pulls him to his feet now. Stormm explodes with a punch to the face! Gem returns the favour! Stormm gets the upper hand as he knees Gem in the stomach! He now sets her up and drops her with the Flash Flood!

Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood! Justin Michaels is going for the cover!

1......
2......
Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: No! This match is still going!

Justin Michaels stands up now. He pulls Gem up and Irish whips her into the corner. Stormm now runs at her with a shoulder block. Gem moves out of the way and Justin Michaels crashes into the corner! As Stormm staggers out of the corner backwards, Gem hits him with a kick to the back of the head!

Ace Anderson: Cold! This could be it!

1......
2......

Jerry Andrews: Kick out!

Ace Anderson: How did he....!?

Gem pulls Michaels to his feet now. Gem goes for a kick to the stomach, but Stormm blocks it! He spins Gem around, grabs her from behind, and hits a full nelson slam!

Jerry Andrews: Cover!

1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: Kickout!

Ace Anderson: These two are leaving it all in the ring here tonight!

Justin Michaels gets to his feet. Gem staggers up. She charges at Stormm, but her leg gives out on her and she falls to the mat. Stormm takes advantage and he hits her with an elbow drop to the back. He then grabs her leg, lifts it up and drives her knee right down into the canvas.

Ace Anderson: That injured knee is really giving Gem trouble in this match.

Stormm grabs her by the right leg and he drags her towards the center of the ring. She kicks him hard with her left leg, breaking free. Gem now suddenly leaps up and she hits Stormm with an enziguri to the back of the head! Michaels hits the mat with a thud. Gem is down as well, unable to capitalize on the move.

Jerry Andrews: What a move! But Gem might be unable to stand at this point. I think she put whatever she had left into that kick.

Ace Anderson: Gem crawling over to Stormm now! The cover!

1....
2...

Jerry Andrews: KICK OUT!

Ace Anderson: Somehow Stormm is still alive in this match!

Gem uses the ropes for help getting to her feet once again. She walks towards Stormm, limping. He slowly starts to rise. As he does, she swings at him. He ducks it and returns fire. She ducks his shot as well and ends up behind him. She now grabs him and rolls him up from behind!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: No! Stormm rolls through! Stormm covering Gem now!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: .... No!

Ace Anderson: Yes! The referee is calling for the bell!

The bell rings and the official reaches down to raise Justin Michaels’ arm in the air.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm wins! He got the three!

Ace Anderson: What a chess game between these two tonight!

Justin Michael slowly gets to his feet and he staggers backwards, bracing himself on the ropes. The referee hands him the PCW North American Championship and he raises it high above his head.

Jerry Andrews: Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels is still PCW North American Champion!

Gem slowly gets to her feet now. She looks over at Stormm holding the title in the air. There is a dejected look on her face. She slowly takes a step towards Stormm. He looks at her and places the title on his shoulder. The two stare at one another for a second. They then both extend their right hands and shake as the PCW crowd cheers their effort here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Wow. What a show of respect between these two competitors here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Neither one has anything to be ashamed of. Gem put in a hell of an effort but, on this night, Michaels was just a little bit better and that’s why he’s leaving this ring champion.

Gem slowly leaves the ring, giving Justin Michaels the opportunity to celebrate his victory alone with the PCW Faithful.

Winner, and still PCW North American Champion: Justin "Stormm" Michaels @ 17:12

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Four
Singles Match
International Championship Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Grimm (©)
Referee: Johnathon Nordby

Jerry Andrews: From the North American Championship to the International Championship, we've got nothing but quality matchups tonight, folks!

Ace Anderson: Absolutely. Normally, I'd feel bad for the match that had to follow Gem and Michaels, but I've got a feeling we're in for a treat.

Jerry Andrews: The champion, Phinehas Grimm, and the challenger, Nathan Saniti, are two of the deadliest and most respected gladiators on the roster, Ace. The Lord of Misrule is a multiple time champion and has just about done it all in Pure Class Wrestling.

Ace Anderson: That he has. And Saniti's a bit of an enigma. Despite being one of the most talented and popular wrestlers in PCW, he has yet to hold a championship.

Jerry Andrews: I hate to correct you, Ace, but he's actually a former Genesis Champion, albeit short-lived.

Ace Anderson: I stand corrected. Tonight, he'll have a chance to add another title to his resume.

“White Rabbit” by Collide starts up signifying the start of this International Championship match.

Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”

The fans let out a roar of excitement and there is an electricity in the air. Given the competitors and the stakes, there is a big fight atmosphere in the air tonight. Green and purple psychedelic lights illuminate the aisle and the entrance in no particular pattern.

Sasha Greene: “Introducing first...the CHALLENGER...weighing in at 200 pounds. He hails from the city of Chaos in the state of Confusion...NATHAN SANITIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!”

The PCW Faithful cheer as Nathan Saniti saunters out from the back, complete with cane and fashionable top hat. There is a quirky intensity in his unsettling eyes. He strolls to the ring without so much as acknowledging the fans' admiration. As he nears the ring, smoke begins to billow from beneath his feet...

Jerry Andrews: Oh, I love this part...

While the smoke envelopes the magician, he casually tosses his top hat into the ring. But does it land? No, sir! The hat hovers in the center of the ring and begins to spew smoke of its own. The smoke in the aisle dissipates and Nathan has magically disappeared! But only to materialize from the smoke in the center of the ring! The fans give an appreciative applause for Saniti's showmanship as his music slowly fades out.

Jerry Andrews: Think he'd tell us how he does the disappearing act?

Ace Anderson: A magician NEVER reveals his secrets.

Sasha Greene: “And his opponent...he is the PCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Weighing in at 217 pounds and hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky...Phinehas GRIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMM!!!”

When you're dreaming, you feel alive.

At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. The hiss from the crowd is immediate. While they might respect Grimm, the fans certainly don't care for him or his Black Hand brethren. He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight with the International Championship belt strapped around his waist, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song.

This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there.

Ace Anderson: Jerry, these guys are so similar. Speed, strength, toughness, grappling, agility. It's nearly a wash in every category. It's the proverbial mongoose versus the cobra. Right down to their physical appearance and mannerisms. Red hair, slender frame with a lean, muscular build, apathetic demeanor. Saniti's Unreality Check versus Grimm's Harvest. The only difference is Saniti pulls a rabbit out of a hat and Grimm tends his beehives.

Jerry Andrews: I couldn't have broken that down any better myself.

Stepping into the ring through the ropes, Grimm calming strides to the nearest corner making a point not to take his eyes off of his opponent. Stepping up onto the second turnbuckle, he surveys the crowd with his arms at his side. Dropping back to the canvas, he unfastens the title and hands it to referee Johnathon Nordby with his black-gloved hand.

Jerry Andrews: I'm getting nervous.

Ace Anderson: Nervous?

Jerry Andrews: Yeah. I always get nervous before big matches.

Nordby, the wrestler formerly known as Playa Pegz, summons both competitors to the center of the ring.

Johnathon Nordby: Okay, guys. You know the rules. No eye gouging. No strikes to the groin. No closed fists. Obey my commands at all times. Any questions?

Grimm and Saniti both shake their heads but refuse to break the staredown.

Johnathon Nordby: Okay. Let's have a good, clean match. Shake hands and go to your corners.

Neither man extends a hand. Instead, they opt to retreat to their respective corners, their eyes still locked. Sensing the intensity, the volume in the arena begins to rise.

Ace Anderson: Look at that. Both men refusing the handshake. Interesting.

Jerry Andrews: They're not here to exchange pleasantries, Ace. They're here to do battle!

Ace Anderson: These two last met at Trauma 160 a few months back in an excellent match that unfortunately ended in a double disqualification due to outside interference.

Jerry Andrews: That's right, and I seem to remember the use of foreign objects. Wasn't it a tea kettle and a large mouth bass?

Referee Nordby holds the International Championship high in the air as the timekeeper rings the bell. This baby's underway! Grimm approaches the challenger slowly, but Nathan simply stands in his corner. Smoke slowly begins to fill that corner of the ring, but the champion pushes forward cautiously. Saniti has completely vanished from view within the cloud of smoke. Grimm lunges forward into the smoke and finds nothing but turnbuckle. There, sitting on the top turnbuckle of the opposite corner, is the madman. The smoke thins and when Grimm spots Nathan across the ring he does not look impressed. The fans seemed to enjoy it.

Jerry Andrews: How in the hell did he do that? There's gotta be a trap door in the ring or something...

Nordby warns Saniti about his parlor tricks, but...is it really against the rules? Saniti hops down off the turnbuckle as he and Grimm slowly begin to circle one another. Sizing each other up, both men lock horns in the center of the ring. Saniti slyly steps to the side and looks to take a wristlock...or does he? Holding onto Grimm's wrist with his free hand, he begins pulling an endless string of colorful handkerchiefs from his pocket with the other hand. Grimm pulls his hand free as Saniti swirls the colorful rope in a colorful tornado. Again, the referee issues a verbal warning. Grimm attempts to grab Nathan, but the nimble magician sidesteps with a flourish and the champion is left grasping at air.

Ace Anderson: Are we having a wrestling match or a magic show?

Referee Nordby steps in to intervene and quickly finds himself wrapped in the colorful cloths compliments Nathan Saniti. The crowd points and laughs. Saniti, clearly using the array of colors and motions as a distraction, fluidly clips Grimm in the jaw with a right hand. Grimm is caught off guard and Saniti pounces! Grimm finds himself backed into the corner by a barrage of knees and elbows and in a flash, Saniti has somersaulted to the opposite corner. Saniti charges! Opting to meet him head-on, Grimm explodes out of the corner, latches his arms around Nathan's throat, and drives him unceremoniously into the canvas with a vicious sleeping neckbreaker!

Ace Anderson: The Lament Configuration! This one could be over before it even starts!

Looking for the successful title defense, Grimm quickly covers and hooks the leg. Finally able to untangle himself from Saniti's prism of colorful madness, Nordby slides into position to make the count.

1...2...Saniti shoots the shoulder up!

Jerry Andrews: So close! And so early in the match!

The fans let out a sigh of relief as Grimm clamps on a side headlock. Saniti quickly pushes to his feet and takes Grimm to the ropes. Nathan shoots the Lord of Misrule off to the opposite side. Grimm rebounds and ducks a clothesline. Hitting the ropes again, Phinehas leapfrogs a backdrop attempt and rebounds off the ropes yet again. This time, Grimm shoots forth with a thrusting Muay Thai kick...but Saniti connects a dropkick to the knee of Grimm's planted leg. Phinehas is upended and topples to the mat in a sick looking move that elicits a roar from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Good grief!

Sensing a possible injury, Saniti smells blood and locks in a step-over toehold. Grimm is quick to get to the ropes and Norby calls for a break of the hold. Nathan breaks after a three-count. Grimm pulls himself up and tests the knee to make sure everything is in working order, but he's walking with a noticeable limp.

Ace Anderson: You might as well paint a big, red target on Grimm's knee.

Grimm and Saniti lock up again and the champion quickly takes a headlock, still trying to work the kinks out of his knee. Saniti slips out the back taking Grimm's arm into a hammerlock, but Phinehas doesn't hesitate to find Saniti's head with a back elbow. Phinehas reverses the hammerlock and floats right into another side headlock. Saniti stomps the mat a few times and just like that, the fans are stomping and clapping in an attempt to help Nathan out of this headlock. Locking onto Grimm's wrist, he slowly begins to power out of the headlock. Slowly but surely, Saniti has reversed into an overhead wristlock. Grimm and Saniti battle for position, but Nathan has the momentum as he methodically bends the champion down toward the mat. Arched in a backbend with the top of his head on the mat, Phinehas slowly begins to power his way back up to a vertical position. The fans continue to cheer Saniti on, but the slightly larger Grimm uses his size and strength to bend Saniti down to the mat. Using the downward momentum, Nathan executes a swift arm drag that sends Grimm through the ropes to the outside of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Impressive arm drag by Nathan Saniti! And the champion sent to the arena floor!

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

Nordby rattles off the mandatory ten-count, but Grimm doesn't appear to be in any danger of being counted out. Flexing the knee a little bit, he seems to be shaking off any damage that may have been suffered.

4..........5..........6..........

Grimm casually rolls back into the ring. Back on his feet, he attempts to lock up with Saniti, but Saniti is quick with a go behind into a rear waistlock. Grimm fights his hands and reverses into a rear waistlock of his own before executing a release German suplex! But Saniti backflips through the air and lands on his feet! Grimm is back up and turns right into a high leg lariat!

Ace Anderson: Impressive agility!

Jerry Andrews: Remind you of when you used to wrestle?

Ace Anderson: Yeah, right...

Saniti makes a quick cover but doesn't even get a one-count. Saniti locks in a reverse chinlock. Nordby checks for a submission, but Grimm isn't budging. Fighting back up to his feet, Grimm reaches up and grabs Saniti by the head and drops into a nasty jawbreaker! Grimm presses the action and cracks the magician with his Sword of Heimdall headbutt!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! I think he straightened Nathan's eyes there!

Saniti is knocked silly! Grabbing him from behind, Grimm pushes Saniti into the ropes and uses the momentum to roll up Saniti into a pinning predicament.

1...2...

Saniti reverses, rolling Grimm into the same pinning situation.

1...2...

Grimm reverses again, only instead of a roll up pin, Grimm powers Saniti off the mat and plants him face-first with his wheelbarrow facebuster!

Ace Anderson: Foddershock! That could do it!

Grimm rolls him over and makes the cover.

1...2...Saniti gets the shoulder up!

The Faithful cheer, but Grimm is not deterred. He covers Nathan again, this time hooking the leg.

1...2...kickout!

Phinehas applies a claw hold, giving the PCW Faithful another opportunity to rally behind the challenger. Nordby looks for the submission, but Saniti waves him off and works his way to his feet. Grimm tries to keep the hold clamped on, but Saniti slowly forces Grimm's hand away from his person. Grimm abandons the hold and drives a knee into the gut of Saniti. Phinehas sends Nathan to the ropes with an Irish whip, but Saniti instead decides to springboard off the ropes and catches Grimm with a spinning hurricanrana! The momentum rolls Phinehas into the corner and Saniti follows him in...but only to eject him from the corner with a monkey flip! Quick as a hiccup, Saniti is up on the top rope...

...and he connects! The crowd goes BANANA! A twisting moonsault has Grimm hurting in a big way as Saniti hooks the leg!

1...2...kickout!

Ace Anderson: Close, but no cigar!

Saniti pulls Grimm up by the hair, prompting the champion to swing with a haymaker. Nathan ducks and hooks his arms, taking Grimm to the mat with a backslide pin attempt.

1...2.kickout!

Grimm rolls out and as Saniti stands, Phinehas nearly decapitates him with a clothesline! The wind is taken from the crowd's sails. Grimm lays in a few stomps as a woozy Saniti pulls himself to the ropes. Helping him to his feet, Grimm goes for an Irish whip...but Saniti reverses. No, Grimm reverses! And a reversal of the reversal! And Grimm is sent headlong into referee Johnathon Nordby! Referee down!

Jerry Anderson: Pegs is down!

Grimm is staggered and Saniti is waiting. Saniti locks Grimm in and leaps into action. Unreality Check! Grimm is driven head-first into the mat, and he's out cold!

Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check! But the referee is down!

Saniti's attempt at a pinfall is in vain. He makes the cover, but there is no referee to make the count. The crowd shouts out the three-count, but it's utterly meaningless. Saniti hovers over Nordby and shakes him in an attempt to revive him, but to no avail.

Ace Anderson: What terrible luck. Saniti should be the new International Champion right now.

Grimm begins to stir and Nathan turns his attention back to the task at hand. Saniti pulls him back to his feet, but Grimm catches him with a stiff uppercut that rattles Nathan's jaw! Grimm unleashes a vicious combination of kicks, punches, knees, and elbows that leave Saniti hanging onto the top rope to keep from collapsing.

Ace Anderson: That's the Science of Eight Limbs that Phinehas uses inside the ring, and it was on full display right there.

With Saniti ripe for the picking, Grimm hits the opposite ropes and charges full throttle. He launches into the air with a flying shoulder tackle, but Saniti rolls out of the way at the last second! Grimm sails over the top rope...but hooks the top strand with his arm as he goes over and somehow lands awkwardly on the ring apron!

Jerry Andrews: Wow! I've never seen anything like that! Grimm just saved himself from a crash landing.

Thinking he'd just sent Grimm to a painful fate, Saniti doesn't even see Grimm coming. Having gathered his feet on the outside, Phinehas waits for the madman to stand. In an athletic display, Grimm springboards off the top rope, catches Saniti by the head, and turns him completely vertical before Tornado DDTing his head into the canvas!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: Grimm hit the Harvest!

Jerry Andrews: He killed him!

The replay that flashes on the screen does look particularly brutal. If not dead, then most likely paralyzed. An audible groan can be heard from the fans as the replay airs on the big screen. Grimm tries to recover his energy in the corner, but Saniti hasn't moved an inch. The match having taken a toll on Grimm, he pulls himself to his feet and staggers over to his fallen foe. As he's about to go for the cover, he spots referee Nordby's almost motionless body in the corner. Grabbing him by the back of the shirt, he drags him to the center of the ring and instructs him to count. Dropping to his knees, Grimm makes the cover. Nordby's count is drunkenly slow.

1..........

2..........

3!

Ace Anderson: No!

No, indeed! Somehow, someway, Saniti was able to just inch his shoulder off the mat! The fans can't believe it and the roar is deafening!

Jerry Andrews: How is he still able to move after that Harvest?

For a man that shows little emotion, it's clear from Grimm's expression that he's dumbfounded. His frustration is quickly replaced with determination as Grimm heads to the top rope. Saniti is still seeing stars as Grimm stands perched atop the turnbuckle like a gargoyle. Phinehas Grimm takes flight with a Swanton Bomb...

Ace Anderson: Nobody home! Saniti got the hell out of Dodge!

Grimm is smarting after the rare miss, giving Saniti some much-needed recovery time. Even the referee is still trying to shake the cobwebs free. Grimm and Saniti are both slow to get to their feet.

Jerry Andrews: Both men must be running on empty right now. I don't know how they're even standing.

Grimm charges and Saniti swings a weak looking haymaker. Grimm ducks under the blow and hits the ropes, but Saniti catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Grimm writhes in pain and Saniti musters the rest of his strength to lock Grimm in a camel clutch, fishhooking each side of his mouth while doing so!

Jerry Andrews: The Cheshire Grin! He's going to make Grimm submit!

Ace Anderson: Can he do it?! Grimm's never been submitted in his career!

Phinehas kicks frantically to escapes. Johnathon Nordby checks for the submission, but Grimm refuses to cave. Saniti continues to torque on the hold, but Grimm inches slowly towards the ropes. Grimm is able to get one knee under him. Then the other. Saniti releases the fishhooks in favor of a sleeperhold, but Phinehas has powered up to his feet with Nathan on his back! Moving to the center of the ring, Phinehas throws his legs out from under him and squashes Saniti into the mat! Rolling onto Nathan, Grimm hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kickout!

The Faithful let out a cheer of relief! Hunched on his knees, Grimm is trying to figure out how he's going to put the magician away. Saniti is to his knees. Grimm stands poised behind him and waits. Saniti turns, and Grimm spews a cloud of black mist! Saniti swerves out of the way and reacts with a big right hand. Grimm catches Saniti in a standing arm triangle choke out of nowhere!

Ace Anderson: The Winding Stair! This could be the end!

The arm triangle cuts off the blood supply to Saniti's head and his knees start to give! The fans stomp and scream with all their might as Grimm tries to drag Nathan down to the mat. In a last ditch effort, Saniti drives his legs with what little energy he has left and smashes Phinehas into the corner. Once. Twice. Thrice! And Grimm relinquishes the hold! Saniti gasps for air as Grimm lurches out of the corner towards him. Saniti catches him in a small package cradle.

1...

2...

3!!!!!

Jerry Andrews: He got him! He got him!

Grimm powers out of the cradle...just a split second too late! Nordby calls for the bell and the arena erupts! Grimm can't believe it as he holds up three fingers to question the referee. Saniti is still laying on his back looking up at the lights as blood starts to recirculate back through his veins when “White Rabbit” by Collide blares over the speakers.

Sasha Greene: “The winner of the match...and NEEEEEWWWWW International Champion...NATHAN SANITI!!!"

The announcement produces another roar from the crowd.

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall @ 19:32

(Both men are on the mat for a couple minutes after the hard-fought bout, but Grimm is the first to move. He rolls outside and retrieves the International Championship before sliding back into the ring. Saniti stands as he and Grimm look at each other in the middle of the ring, Grimm still holding the gold. There is a moment of peace as the fans slowly begin clapping. In moments, it has turned into a loud round of applause.)

Ace Anderson: What a show of respect by these fans. An amazing show of respect for an amazing match.

(Still proud, Grimm slowly offers the belt to Nathan. Still cautious, Saniti accepts the title, generating another respectful applause from the Faithful. Grimm's eyes suddenly go wide in surprise, tipping Saniti off that something is amiss...but it's too late. Even Grimm didn't see them coming. Showtime and Sadistic are all over a weakened Saniti before he has a chance to react! The boos come from the rafters!)

Ace Anderson: Aw...what in the hell are they doing out here?! Talk about tarnishing a great moment!

(Billy and Michael lay waste to Saniti and leave him face down in the middle of the ring as Grimm watches on. Grimm reaches into his pocket for the Black Hand's “calling card,” but Showtime stops him. Showtime reaches into his pocket and produces what looks to be some sort of ink pad. Showtime presses his black glove to the pad before pressing his newly-inked glove to the exposed chest of Nathan Saniti! Sadistic clearly likes this idea better.)

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti has been marked with the Black Hand! He's a marked man!

(The Black Hand stands united in the ring as the arena goes black.)

Ace Anderson: This doesn't bode well for the Deadly Rumble...

(And when the lighting resumes, the Black Hand has vanished. The feed transitions to the backstage area...

Mistletoe and a Mission :: Part II

...Where we once again join the intrepid traveler on his quest to deliver a piping hot beverage to his employer, catching up to Derek Cosmos as he reaches up to knock smartly on the door in front of him.)

“Yes?”

(Taking that as an invitation, Cosmos opens the door with a dramatic flourish, striding purposefully into the room and setting the cup authoritatively down on the of none other than Pure Class Wrestling’s Mr. Frank Foley. )

“Your coffee, sir!’

(Foley turns in his chair and glances at the coffee, then up to Cosmos’ proudly grinning face, and back to the coffee again.)

"Thank you.”

(Turning back around, he goes back to perusing some documents, summarily dismissing Derek’s presence. A few moments pass, and Foley seems to register the fact that he never heard the door close, and he swivels the chair around once more. Sure enough, Cosmos is right there, the proud grin looking rather threadbare and strained.)

“Can I... help you?”

“I just wanted you to know, Mr. Foley, that I brought you coffee. Personally.”

(Frank Foley blinks, staring hard at Cosmos for a moment before speaking again, much like one would speak to a slow child.)

“Well yes, I expect my assistants to personally bring me the coffee I ask them for.”

“But... but I’m a WRESTLER!”

“Oh? Are you new? Which one are you? Have you filled out the insurance forms yet?”

“I’M DEREK COSMOS.”

“Oh of course you aren’t, he’s a bit taller. Bit wider in the shoulders, too. If you’ll run along now, I think the Deadly Rumble is due to start soon and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss the biggest show of the night! And hey, Derek Cosmos will be there!”

(With the warm smile of a benevolent employer, Foley shoos Derek out of the room, closing the door behind him with a tidy click. The camera begins to zoom out as Derek’s head drops, the last words just barely caught by the audio...) 

“But... but I’M Derek Cosmos...”

(The feed transitions to Sasha Greene ready to introduce the main event.)

[A Ghost in the Wind]

MAIN EVENT
Deadly Rumble
Known Participants:
Murdoc
Aura
Sadistic
Stacy Jones
Alexa Black
Grimm
Seth Archer
Derek Cosmos
Nathan Saniti
Andy D
Tyrone Smith
Michael Soloman
Mr. Showtime
1. Whitey Ford
Referees: Ed Lane; Eric Russo; Charles Lim; Manny Cruz

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the 2014 DEADLY RUMBLE Match!

(The PCW Faithful pop largely with cheers.)

Sasha Greene: Here are the rules- in just a moment, those individuals who are one and two will enter the ring and the match will begin.

Then, every three minutes after, another PCW Superstar will enter the ring according to the number that they drew backstage. Eliminations occur when a superstar is tossed over the top-rope, and BOTH feet must hit the ground.

There are no count-outs and no disqualifications!. And last, but not least, you must remember, in this contest, it is every man and woman for themselves!

(The southern-style guitars of Bobaflex’s “Bad Man” plays over the P.A. System. From behind the entrance curtain walks the PCW World Champion Whitey Ford.)

Sasha Greene: Introducing entrant number one, he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion…from Leeds, Maine…“THE Asshole” WHITEY FORD!

(The strobe lights that usually accompany Ford’s entrance is non-existent, but while he still drags the title as he walks down the entrance ramp, the usual hoopla of his entrance seems to be lacking. No taunting of the PCW Faithful, no major degenerate attitude.)

Jerry Andrews: Ford knows that his World Championship reign is in jeopardy tonight. The look on his face tells that story already.

Ace Anderson: As much grief as I give Ford, as a former competitor, I wouldn’t want to be put in his position.

(Whitey makes his way down to the entrance ramp and then climbs up the stairs and then steps through the ropes and into the ring. Ford heads over to the furthest corner of the ring and perches on the top rope as he waits for Sasha to announce the next competitor. As she begins, “Bad Man” cuts off and is replaced...)

Sasha Greene: Now…introducing entrant number two…

(...by “Bangarang” by Skrillex. “Bangarang” kicks in through the sound system and from behind the entrance curtain, wearing all blue everything, including mask, steps former PCW competitor Rikkashot.)

Ace Anderson: Rikkashot is in the Rumble?! I thought his brand of fun expired.

Jerry Andrews: Obviously not, Ace. He’s here tonight!

(Rikkashot has a very vintage-looking, wireless microphone and begins to speak over the beat of the music.)

Rikkashot: Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo. Sasha, hunny, you don’t need to introduce me. I’ll do it myself. Come on everybody, clap to the beat…

(The PCW Faithful in unison clap their hands together, while Whitey Ford still stays perched on the top turnbuckle, looking oh so unimpressed.)

Rikkashot: Yo, listen up as I drop this dope verse. I have bars, man...bars. Ahem…

My name is Rikkashot

And I’m entrant number 2

Gonna fly through the air

Just like I use to do

That asshole Whitey Ford...yeah, he be the Champ

But when I knock his ass out, I’ll leave my blue timestamp

Rikkashot wrestling in the Deadly Rumble

Bout to shock the whole world

That’s how the cookie crumbles!

Rikka...Rikka...Rikka...Rikka...Rikkashot-out!

(And with that, Rikkashot drops the microphone, his music cuts off, and he rushes to ringside. He hops onto the apron and then onto the top rope in a slingshot/plancha-like fashion, but just as quick is Whitey Ford who shakes the ropes from his perch with such force that it resonates throughout the whole ring; Rikkashot loses his balance and falls back out to the arena floor below. Referee Charles Lim looks over to referee Eric Russo, shrugs, and then calls for the elimination.)

Rikkashot has been eliminated!

(Whitey, who has buckled the World Championship strap to the turnbuckle, offers a quick smirk but otherwise does not retreat from his perch.)

Ace Anderson: I guess Whitey Ford wasn't interested in Rikkashot's rap.

(A countdown clock appears on the PCW-Tron and the fans begin to count with it.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Goodnight, Fair Lady” by Coheed and Cambria kicks on and PCW Newcomer Aura comes running down to ringside. Seeing the young lady's enthusiasm, Ford jumps off the turnbuckle and waits her entrance.)

Jerry Andrews: Aura has been apart of PCW for just a short-time now, but she has a major opportunity here by getting a chance to compete for the World Championship.

(Aura slides into the ring, effectively cutting off her theme, but when she does, Whitey pounces, landing on her lower back with a diving elbow. Aura screams out in pain, but Whitey doesn't let up, continuing to drive his elbow into her.

Whitey gets back to his feet and quickly lifts then heaves Aura out over the top-rope and onto the arena floor. Aura falls awkwardly, and referee Manny Cruz rushes over.)

Aura has been eliminated!

(Whitey, focused in his own thoughts, marches back over towards his perch and waits again for the next entrant.)

Ace Anderson: Aura didn't take a great fall out there, I hope she's alright.

Jerry Andrews: Unfortunate showing from Aura.

Ace Anderson: Ford clearly has a gameplan so far tonight. Attack fast, eliminate, wait, repeat.

Jerry Andrews: And it seems to be working, as he has eliminated two already.

Ace Anderson: But seventeen more to go. The night's just starting for the Champ.

(As with just a minute before, the countdown clock springs to life again.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(The opening notes to “Galactic” by New Nobility hits throughout the arena and Derek Cosmos, with his ever-present black eye, steps out onto the stage.)

Ace Anderson: The Traveler of Space & Time, Derek Cosmos, is entrant number three.

(Derek takes his time walking to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take a few pictures with others. A very nice buxom blonde sits at ringside and jiggles towards Cosmos, who smirks, winks, and points to his ring finger, saying “No sorry, I'm taken.”)

Jerry Andrews: You can see Cosmos declining to sign that woman in the front row's chest. A big change from the The Man from the Future.

Ace Anderson: For those who aren't in the know, apparently Derek Cosmos and Stacy Jones are dating.

Jerry Andrews: I wonder if they'll try to work as a team. It is every one for themselves.

Ace Anderson: I think everyone knows that, Jerry. But why not increase the odds of making it to the end by developing a partnership.

(Derek climbs up the ring steps and then enters the ring as his theme song cuts out. Ford jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks towards the center of the ring, where Derek Cosmos meets him. The two stare intensely at each other for a moment before Cosmos breaks out the cheesiest grin and extends his hand, while saying, “Hi. I'm Derek Cosmos.” Ford hesitates for a second, before reaching down and accepting the handshake. The PCW Faithful pop big.)

Jerry Andrews: Classy move by both competitors.

Ace Anderson: Which is unlike The Asshole. I don't sense this ending well.

(After the handshake, Cosmos tries to retreat his hand but Whitey refuses to let go. Cosmos lets out a faint, nervous chuckle as he tries to pull his hand back again, but Ford stares at Cosmos without blinking and without letting go.

One more pull from Cosmos leads to nothing, except for Ford pulling him in close and Irish-whipping Cosmos over the top-rope. Cosmos lands on the apron and hops back up on to his feet, but Ford is right there to deliver a fist to Cosmos's face.)

Ace Anderson: Ouch! Watch the face!

Jerry Andrews: Cosmos is in a very precarious position out there on the apron.

(The blow rocks Cosmos, but he hangs on. Ford throws another blow, but for the first time in the match, Ford is blocked and struck back. While Cosmos and Ford exchange blows, the PCW Faithful begin counting down with the now-illuminated PCW-Tron.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Starstrukk” by 3OH3 & Katy Perry kicks in and from out of the back comes Stacy Jones.)

Jerry Andrews: We mentioned earlier that Cosmos is dating Jones, but what are the odds that they'd be entrant number four and five?

Ace Anderson: This is professional wrestling, Jerry. I figured the odds WOULD be good, actually.

(Cosmos is still on apron, but Ford is getting the better of him and begins causing him to sway from the champ's ferocious shots. Stacy Jones sees this and rushes down to ringside. She actually doesn't go into the ring, and instead, runs to the side of the ring where Cosmos is swaying on the apron.

Just as Stacy does, Ford unleashes a knife-edge chop that causes Cosmos to let go of the ropes and fall backwards off the apron. Resembling a Trust-Fall Exercise, Stacy is there and actually catches Cosmos as he falls, preventing him from hitting the floor; The crowd cheers at the display of strength from Jones and the rescuing of Cosmos.)

Jerry Andrews: Did you see that, Ace? Stacy Jones just CAUGHT Derek Cosmos, saving him from being eliminated!

(While in Stacy's arms Derek looks at her and swoons, “my hero.” Stacy takes a step and then rolls Cosmos back inside of the ring.)

Ace Anderson: That was an impressive feat of strength there, Jerry. Stacy is not a physically strong specimen and I am surprised she was even able to catch Cosmos before he hit the ground.

Jerry Andrews: Emotions can really help you overcome things in this match, Ace. She was saving her man! No different than a mother lifting a bus to save her baby.

(As soon as Cosmos rolls into the ring, Ford is once again on the offensive and dives at Cosmos with the same elbow-drop-drive that he had done to Aura a little earlier in the match. But before Ford can cause too much damage, Jones is in the ring and jumps on the World Champion.

This causes Ford, Jones, and Cosmos to tangle around the ring in a big pile, and eventually leading all three to roll through the bottom rope and onto the arena floor towards the ramp.)

Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, even though they're out of the ring, they did not get tossed over the top-rope.

(Cosmos gets to his feet, but so does Ford and Jones. Cosmos is to the far right, Ford is in the middle, and Jones is on the left. Cosmos moves forward and Ford tries to grab him. Cosmos sidesteps and, suddenly, “Yakety Sax” of Benny Hill fame, kicks on and Derek goes sprinting around the ring. Ford is quick to follow Cosmos, but Jones is quick to follow Ford.)

Ace Anderson: Seems that rouge production assistant is at it again.

(The three run a lap, then another, around the ring and as they're doing so, the PCW-Tron kicks on with the countdown and the PCW Faithful begin counting down.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“All I Need” by Hymns of Eden begins to ring throughout the Pure Class Arena and stepping out from behind the entrance curtain is Pegasus.

Pegasus is wearing white wrestling tights with a large black "P" down near his ankles. A golden halo hangs on the top corner of the "P". He also wears short white boots with a gold stripe.

With the crowd popping and the music changing, Cosmos comes to a complete stop.)

Ace Anderson: Cosmos has this look on his face like, “what gives?”

Jerry Andrews: It's the former World Champion, and current PCW referee Pegasus, that's what gives! Pegasus is in the Rumble!

(Cosmos sudden stop causes Ford to smash into him, and then Jones smashes into Whitey. Pegasus sees the pause in the action as the perfect opportunity to come running down the ramp. As he reaches the bottom, he slides into the ring and is the only man standing there. Pegasus calls out to the arena floor and tells the other three to come bring it back into the ring, his theme music effectively ending with his request.

Cosmos and Jones both oblige, and stares at Pegasus, but Ford walks over to where his belt continues to hang. Whitey grabs the belt and walks over to the broadcast booth and takes a seat next to Jerry Andrews. He reaches for a spare headset sitting at the desk and as he does, Jerry begins to speak.)

Ace Anderson: What's going on, Champ? Why aren't you in the ring?

Whitey Ford: I'm not in the ring because I am the Champion, and I refuse to waste my talents on hacks.

(Inside the ring, Cosmos, with a smile, once again offers his hand- this time to Pegasus. Pegasus smiles and gladly shakes it. A clean embrace after the handshake is well-received, but Stacy Jones interrupts the sportsmanship by dropkicking Pegasus to his temple.)

Jerry Andrews: Hacks? Like the former World Champion Pegasus?

Whitey Ford: Especially like the former World Champion Pegasus. Key word- former. Now what does he do for a living? He's a referee because he couldn't cut it in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And what about Derek and Stacy?

Whitey Ford: You mean Mr. and Mrs. Jones? Cosmos has to be the doofiest guy in all of PCW. So of course that skank Stacy Jones would fall for him. Because she's a skank. Who likes incest. And wants to have a threesome with her brother. The cartoon character. Which is just way too sick and weird, even from me.

...I said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm not going to waste my time on the D Team. I gave Foley the benefit of the doubt and I stepped into the ring with his competition, but this is a joke.

(Derek drops down to the mat to check on Pegasus, which confuses EVERYBODY. Stacy ponders then pushes Derek away from Pegasus and then drops down on him with a front-flip leg drop.)

Whitey Ford: So far, I've had to face a no name rapper, a no talent lady wrassler, a delusional running man, and Stace-T-D. When there's some real competition in that ring, maybe I'll show why I'm the best wrestler in the business today.

Ace Anderson: And who would you consider “real competition?”

Whitey Ford: Certainly not you, Mr. Brace Anderson. Honestly, I'm not sure. Lots of losers in the building tonight. I'll have to play it by ear.

(Derek Cosmos gets into Stacy Jones face as she gets up and looks to be upset, but Stacy smiles, moves her hair out of her face, and then leans in and then grabs Cosmos and kisses him on the lips. The crowd cheers and when the embrace ends, Cosmos just stares there in the ring, as if he is lost in a trance.

Pegasus is back up to his feet, though, and when Jones turns around, Pegasus knocks both Cosmos and Jones down with a clothesline. Jones gets back up to her feet, and Pegasus hip-tosses her. Cosmos gets back up, but Pegasus knocks him down to, this time with a hurricarana. Pegasus kips up when the position and the crowd goes wild.)

Jerry Andrews: Pegasus is looking good in there!

Whitey Ford: It won't last.

(Pegasus starts kicking at Stacy Jones, who is now in the corner, and while he does, the PCW-Tron comes on and begins counting down.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

Ace Anderson: I wonder who it can be!

TWO!

ONE

Whitey Ford: If they're expecting me to get back in that ring, it better be someone with talent.

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Shout at the Devil” by Motley Crue begins to play and from behind the entrance curtain steps Michael Soloman.)

Jerry Andrews: Michael Soloman has a history with Stacy Jones and Derek Cosmos and I wonder how that will play into this match.

Ace Anderson: So what about it, Whitey?...Soloman, competition?

Whitey Ford: Nope! Better luck next time.

(Michael begins his way down the ramp, and while Pegasus works over Stacy in the corner, Derek is up to his feet and is staring at the ramp waiting for Soloman. Soloman walks down the ramp but when he passes the guard rail, Tha Joka jumps it and crashes Soloman over the head with his razor-wired covered bat.)

Jerry Andrews: What?! Tha Joka! I thought he left the building!

Ace Anderson: That's the same bat he used on LoKi earlier! You can still see the blood!

(Joka continues to bash Soloman with the bat, but when the PCW referees surrounding ringside run over to try and stop the man, Joka turns to them, laughs, then threatens them with the bat.)

Jerry Andrews: I am just getting word that Tha Joka was suppose to be in this match, but he was removed from the contest due to his actions against LoKi earlier in the evening; Pegasus is actually the one who took Tha Joka’s spot when the opportunity arose.

Ace Anderson: Anything can happen in PCW, Jerry. Including Pegasus competing/

Whitey Ford: This Joka guy is a nutjob. He’s the kind of guy Frank Foley wants in Pure Class Wrestling? He’s the kind of guy he wants me to defend my title against? Do you SEE why I’m such an asshole? You don’t? It’s because I’m not really the asshole here…it’s Frank Foley.

(Joka stops his attack and then slides in the ring. As he does, Cosmos is quick to try and attack, but Joka is back up to his feet and hits Derek in the gut with his bat. Pegasus, who had still be working on Stacy in the corner, hears the commotion and turns around only to catch a shot of the bat to his shoulder. Pegasus reacts by grabbing his own arm, but that leaves him open for another swing of the bat by Tha Joka, which catches him on his other hand: the razor-wire actually getting stuck on Pegasus’s hand.)

Ace Anderson: That can be a career injury for, Pegasus. Can’t count a man down if your arm doesn’t work.

FIVE!

FOUR!

(While this is going on, the PCW-Tron springs to life, counting down the next competitor.)

THREE!

TWO!

Jerry Andrews: With the action going on in the ring, I almost forgot we’re due for another entrant.

ONE

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“10,000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” by Dope Stars Inc. kicks on and Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith comes running out.)

Whitey Ford: Look, it's Crazy Bore!

Ace Anderson: You're certainly talking a lot of smack for someone not in the ring. Scared, Champ?

Whitey Ford: I already told you, I'll get in the ring when I'm good and ready.

(Crazy Boy runs down the ramp, passing Michael Soloman who is still being checked on by officials, and then jumps onto the apron and into the ring. Without a moment's hesitation, Joka runs over to Smith and smashes him over the ropes and back outside the ring.)

Crazy Boy has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: Joka just cost yet another person a chance in this match with that bat of his.

Ace Anderson: The same bat that just moments earlier was stuck on Pegasus's hand.)

Whitey Ford: Barbarian.

(Joka then turns back towards Stacy, who is recuperating and pulling herself up in the corner. Joka begins to taunt Stacy as he moves in closer, but when he gets within an arm's length of reaching her, Derek Cosmos jumps on Tha Joka's back.)

Whitey Ford: Aww...isn't that cute? Cosmos is trying to save his little girlfriend.

(Cosmos tries to place Joka in a headlock, but Joka swings his bat upward and catches Cosmos in the head. Cosmos falls back and Stacy rushes to check on him. Tha Joka looks over and laughs.)

Jerry Andrews: Stacy checking in on her man.

Ace Anderson: I don't know how smart that is. She has a deranged man with a bat in his hand standing there...

Whitey Ford: Stacy is use to strange men holding long objects standing in front of her.

(At the very same moment to what's going on in the ring, Pure Class Arena Security personnel come pouring in from the back and into the ring. They surround Joka, who, at first glance is very standoffish and appears to attack, but soon tilts his head back and lets out a bellowing laugh. He agrees to give himself up calmly, even handing his bat to “Big” Dave Brandt. PCAS then escorts Joka out of the ring, and they head to the back.)

Jerry Andrews: Joka, who was removed from the Rumble due to his actions earlier in the evening, came in and caused HAVOC!

Ace Anderson: Soloman was taken to the back a few moments ago; Joka rendering him unable to compete.

Jerry Andrews: Tha Joka came in and destroyed everyone in sight.

Whitey Ford: Speaking of...I think it's time I made myself known. Later boys.

(Whitey drops his headset, but leaves his title, and returns into the ring. First thing he does is throw out Pegasus, who had yet to recuperate from his attack by Tha Joka.)

Jerry Andrews: What a Machiavellian approach.

Ace Anderson: What an asshole.

Pegasus has been eliminated!

(Ford makes no hesitation and walks over to Stacy Jones and tosses her out of the ring as well.)

Stacy Jones has been eliminated.

(Ford moves over towards Derek Cosmos, grabs him and tosses him out of the ring as well; Derek goes over the top and onto the floor.)

Derek Cosmos has been eliminated.

Jerry Andrews: Ford is capitalizing on the chaos that had consumed this ring. And now he's the last one standing.

(The arena fans boo as Whitey Ford stands alone in the ring. Ford has no time for grandstanding or showboating, because the countdown timer begins to tick on the PCW-Tron.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

(Ford hunches forward and gestures for the next competitor to come out.)

Jerry Andrews: Well, the Champ, the number-one entrant is more than rested for this match.

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(A theme unheard of before in PCW, “I Believe In A Thing Called Love” by The Darkness kicks in throughout the Pure Class Arena.)

Ace Anderson: Well, this is a new one.

Jerry Andrews: Who can it be?

(After about thirty-seconds, with Whitey Ford hunched over and waiting the entire time, from behind the entrance curtain, wearing a sequined robe, a masked wrestler emerges on the stage. The mask in question is white, with pinkish trim and a giant mustache sewn right into it; the eyes are exposed, and his right eye has a very familiar-looking black eye.)

Ace Anderson: Wait a second. Derek? He was just out here. Howwhywhat?

(Whitey is in the ring, still waiting, with a look of bewilderment on his face. Patiently he waits as this masked man, who is also wearing no shirt and pinkish-purple tights. The tights have the letters, “DC” on the butt and a airbrushed face of newcomer Seth Archer on the front. The masked man sprints to ringside, but stops shy of sliding into the ring. The masked man pulls a microphone from what appears to be out of nowhere and speaks as his music fades out.)

Masked Man: Hi. My name is...THE COSMOS. I am here to win the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship. Whiteless Ford, I must defeat you. It's not your fault, Whitey. I apologize for having to lay the thrashing that I must lay upon you, Whiteless, but I will have no choice.

There's a very serious threat facing humanity in the shape of Andy D, and my job is to keep him from winning the World Title. The best way for me to do that is to ensure a title victory for myself. I'm sorry, but it must be done.

(The Cosmos drops the microphone and then slides into the ring. In a similar strategy as he has had all match, Whitey pounces on the man as he enters the ring.)

Jerry Andrews: I am receiving word that The Cosmos is actually filling in for LoKi, who was suppose to make his way out here.

Ace Anderson: The Cosmos? You mean, Derek Cosmos?

Jerry Andrews: I don't know, Ace. Derek doesn't wear a mask.

Ace Anderson: What I'm more confused with is the airbrushed tights. Seth's face? Shouldn't it be Stacy's?

Jerry Andrews: Why would it be? He's not Derek Cosmos, he's THE COSMOS.

Ace Anderson: Be delusional, Jerry.

(But Whitey isn't able to keep The Cosmos down as the masked man gets to a vertical basis. With the two of them on their feet they exchange blows. Back and forth they go, The Cosmos dishing out to the World Champion as much as he's taking. As the two slug it out in the ring, the PCW timer kicks up and the fans count down.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' by Dot Rotten hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back.)

Jerry Andrews: It's the former World Champion Andy D.

Ace Anderson: Things just got a little...interesting; Andy has no love lost for Whitey and you have to think Andy won't take too kindly to what Derek said.

Jerry Andrews: It's The Cosmos, Ace, but you're right. And you have to think he's a favorite going into this match too.

(Andy slaps hands as he jogs down to ringside. When he makes it to the ring, he climbs the steps, when he does, his music cutting off. Jumping to the top ropes, Andy soars through the sky and crashes down on The Cosmos and Whitey Ford with a flying spinning wheel kick.

Andy is the first back to his feet but Whitey is quick to his as well- Ford's clotheslined immediately after doing so. Andy gets back to his feet again and so doesn't The Cosmos. The two stare at one another for an extremely quick facedown and then The Cosmos is met with a knee to the gut.

Ford is up again as Andy gets up, but Andy bullrushes him and knocks him back down to the mat. The fans are cheering madly.)

Jerry Andrews: Andy came in and dominated.

Ace Anderson: I'm glad someone was able to knock Ford off his pedestal.

(Andy delivers some rights and lefts, but Ford rolls through and gets the momentum. Ford gets to his feet and stomps Andy down before Andy can get back up.)

Ace Anderson: ...Even for the briefest of moments.

(Ford grabs The Cosmos by the mask and begins to try and remove it. Derek The Cosmos fights off the attempt valiantly, but while it's working, you can tell Ford is close to getting the mask off. This is Andy's opportunity, and he gets back up and grabs Ford and tosses him over the top rope!)

Jerry Andrews: Ford's out! Ford's out!

Ace Anderson: Not to fast, Jerry. He only landed on the apron.

(Ford climbs back through the ropes almost immediately. Andy moves on to The Cosmos and grabs him and tries to throw him over the ropes as well. Whitey goes over and tries to help Ford dump The Cosmos out and while this is going on, the PCW timer kicks on again.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Bulletproof” by 12 Stones rings through the arena and PCW Newcomer, and The Cosmos tights model, Seth Archer runs out from the back and into the ring. He immediately attacks Ford with an elbow shot and then follows up with another one to Andy, causing them both to give up the attack on The Cosmos.)

Jerry Andrews: Seth Archer to the rescue.

Ace Anderson: Derek Cosmos may have found his partner.

Jerry Andrews: That's Stacy Jones who found her partner.

(Seth reaches out and hugs The Cosmos, who is on the apron.)

Ace Anderson: No, that's Seth Archer.

Jerry Andrews: Actually, it's The Cosmos.

Ace Anderson: Or Derek Cosmos.

(The Cosmos takes the deep embrace, gyrates his hips a little, and the fans cheer with glee. The Cosmos then underhandedly bear hugs with the embrace and then belly-to-belly suplexes Seth over the top rope and out of the ring.)

Seth Archer has been eliminated!

(Seth lands on the arena floor and looks shocked. “How could you,” is shouted by Archer and The Cosmos just stares it off. As The Cosmos turns his attention back to the ring, he is met with a high dropkick from Andy D; The Cosmos falls off the apron and onto the arena floor just inches away from where Seth Archer stands.)

The Cosmos has been eliminated!

(Seth is still standing at ringside questioning The Cosmos and The Cosmos kind of just shrugs it off and offers a hug. Seth hesitates accepting the hug, but eventually, begrudgingly, accepts it.)

Jerry Andrews: Trouble in paradise?

Ace Anderson: I have no idea what's going on between Stacy Jones, Derek Cosmos, Seth Archer, and this The Cosmos character, so I don't even want to speculate.

(Inside the ring, Andy D is grabbed by Whitey Ford and then whipped into the ropes; Andy comes bouncing back and ducks under a Ford clothesline attempt. Andy D bounces off the other set of ropes and this time steps over Whitey as Ford ducks to the mat.

Bouncing back off the ropes a third time, Andy D leapfrogs over a hunched Whitey Ford- only he does not, because Ford catches him and slams him down with a vicious powerbomb. Almost simultaneously, the PCW countdown clock begins on the PCW-Tron.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

Jerry Andrews: There are a lot of big names still out there, and I can't wait to see who it is here.

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(The eerie “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash plays and slowly from behind the entrance curtain steps Grimm. Whitey Ford stops dead in his tracks, eyes set on his former rival; Andy D has pulled himself over to a corner.)

Ace Anderson: It's Grimm! The 2012 winner of the Deadly Rumble!

Jerry Andrews: You can feel the intensity in the air as Grimm makes his way down here.

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford wanted competition, you can't ask for more competition than the two men who are out here right now, Grimm and Andy D.

(Grimm continues walking slowly to the ring, a brief snarl forms on his face and he licks his chops. Inside the ring, Andy D has pulled himself up and waits in the corner while Ford stands defiantly in the ring, almost urging Grimm to get into the ring. Grimm stops at the bottom of the ramp but does not enter.)

Jerry Andrews: You have to respect Ford's complete disregard of the mythology of Grimm.

Ace Anderson: No you don't. He's a jerk. You should respect Grimm.

(Whitey continues to insist for Grimm to get in the ring, and when he doesn't, Ford spits out at him.)

Jerry Andrews: Clearly Ford does not.

(The music continues to pipe through the Pure Class Arena but as it does, the PCW-Tron kicks on to reveal it's time for another entry.)

FIVE!

Jerry Andrews: We're about to get another entry and Grimm hasn't even made it into the ring yet.

FOUR!

THREE!

Ace Anderson: Now Grimm will be sandwiched between those in the ring and those coming down the ramp.

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(The music doesn't change and from out of the back steps “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.)

Jerry Andrews: Or your stablemate can be the next entrant.

Ace Anderson: That too!

(Showtime just as eerily walks down the entrance ramp, taking his time as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” begins again. As Showtime reaches the ring, he stands by Grimm and looks into the ring. Andy D surprisingly walks over towards the center of the ring, almost aligning himself with Whitey.

Ford shoots Andy a quick glimpse, acknowledging his presence, and then stares back at two of the three members of The Black Hand; Andy D shares the look and turns his eyes back to Grimm and Showtime.)

Ace Anderson: This is a sight. I wouldn't imagine anyone standing side by side with Ford, especially Andy D and even more especially in this match. But when you have a the threat of Grimm and Showtime, what can you do? Smart move on Andy's part.

Jerry Andrews: You also have to think Andy doesn't appreciate the way The Black Hand has been running rampant through PCW for quite some time.

(As with the trend, the PCW-Tron kicks to life again, as the third playing of “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny is winding down.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

Jerry Andrews: You don't think, Ace...

THREE!

TWO!

Ace Anderson: ...I certainty do, Jerry.

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

'Tell them that God's gonna cut you dooowwwnnn'

(As the music ends, the arena lights go completely dark; A moment later, all three members of The Black Hand- Grimm, Mr. Showtime, and Sadistic are in the ring, laying into Andy D and Whitey Ford.)

Jerry Andrews: What are the odds, Ace?!

Ace Anderson: If I knew the answer, Jerry, I'd be a way better poker player. But the odds I do know is that three-on-two, especially if those three are Grimm, Showtime, and Sadistic are not odds you want in a fight.

(Andy drops down first, and then The Black Hand pushes the World Champion into a corner where the three of them continue to pound on him. Mr. Showtime branches off and grabs Andy D off the mat, then lays him out with a perfect Fisherman's Suplex. Showtime then turns to the center and is fed Whitey Ford with an Irish-whip from Grimm and Sadistic from the corner.

Ford comes through but when he gets to Showtime, he lays him out with a Rehab Spear on his way there. Surprising the fans cheer.)

Jerry Andrews: There's still fight left in the Champ.

(Sadistic and Grimm rush over to Ford, who had followed through with his spear by mounting Showtime and delivering right hands, and kick him off. As they are laying the boots into Ford, the PCW-Tron kicks on the timer.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

Jerry Andrews: This will be entrant number fifteen of this twenty-person match.

(“Somebody's Gonna Get it” by Three Six Mafia plays throughout the Pure Class Arena and from behind the entrance curtain is Alexa Black. Alexa has the intimidating presence of her confidants Samson Cage and Fraizer Night with her as she walks down to the ring.

When Alexa reaches ringside, she looks to her goons and instructs them to clear out the ring; the two men climb the ring steps and then enter the ring- when they do, her music shuts off.)

Ace Anderson: Samson Cage and Fraizer Knight are two very big and strong men- Grimm and Sadistic better be careful.

(The Hangtown Horrors shoot each other a knowing look and then barrage the two big men. The ferocity of the blows from Grimm and Sadistic completely catch Cage and Knight off guard.

Alexa Black tries to get into the ring during the distraction, but Andy D, who is back up to his feet, catches her on the way in and quickly tosses her out of the ring; The Hangtown Horrors knock Cage and Knight out of the ring as well.)

Alexa Black has been eliminated!

(On the outside, Alexa scolds Cage and Knight, but otherwise exit ringside without incident.)

Jerry Andrews: I was really hoping for a better showing from Alexa. She has all the tools to make it far in this business.

Ace Anderson: I think her first mistake was trying to sneak into the Rumble. I think she'd have had a better shot if she didn't send in her thugs to try and take care of the job.

(Inside the ring, Ford and Showtime are squaring off the corner to the back rightside of the camera, while Grimm and Sadistic are attacking Andy D towards the center. Ford tries to toss Showtime over the ropes, but Showtime hangs on to the turnbuckle to prevent the elimination. Andy keeps fighting back to a vertical basis, but Grimm and Sadistic keep taking him down when he does.)

Ace Anderson: You got to respect the fight of Andy D. That guy is a real inspiration.

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of inspiration, Ace, our next show will be the eleventh edition of The Icey Award ceremony; Andy D is nominated once again for Most Inspirational.

Ace Anderson: Andy D might be World Champion during that show- any of these men in the ring may be.

(The PCW-Tron kicks on, once again counting down to the next entrant.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

Jerry Andrews: Or any of the remaining five combatants as well.

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“White Rabbit” by Collide kicks in throughout the Pure Class Arena and the new International Champion comes out from behind the entrance curtain.)

Jerry Andrews: It's Nathan Saniti! He had an amazing showing against Grimm earlier in the evening, resulting in him winning the International Championship.

Ace Anderson: I'm sure there is some unfinished business there between Saniti and The Black Hand.

(Nathan is wearing the International Title around his waist and he jogs down to ringside. Once he gets to ringside, he removes his title and places it in his hat; He then hands his hat to Ringside Official and Head Referee Ed Lane. Ed Lane grabs the hat and when he does so, he accidentally turns it upside down.

Instead of the title belt falling to the ground, nothing happens, which confuses everyone in attendance as they just saw Saniti put it in his hat. Saniti giggles then slides into the ring as his music cuts off.)

Ace Anderson: Much like I never understood the magic of Rikkashot, I don't understand the magic of Saniti. Or his charm. Or his swag or whatever the kids are calling it these days. He's just a weird dude.

(Once inside the ring Saniti is all business. He quickly goes over to where Sadistic and Grimm are pummeling Andy and pokes Grimm dead square in the eye; This causes The Lord of Misrule to retreat. Moving along, Saniti European Uppercuts Sadistic, causing him to reel against the ropes. Saniti hammers a few blows to Sadistic's gut then tries to toss him over; This attempt is broken when Showtime comes over and hits Saniti across the back with a forearm.

Elsewhere in the ring, Andy D and Whitey Ford are squaring off. Andy is delivering knife-edged chops to Ford's chest, which the PCW Faithful “Wooos” along.

Grimm is back in the action as well, moving in with Showtime to hammer away on Saniti. The blows between Showtime and Grimm on Saniti causes him to rock back and forth, but after the fourth and fifth blow, when Showtime goes to strike again, Saniti ducks and Showtime hits Grimm instead.

Showtime's stumble allows Saniti to dish out a beautiful enzuguri to Showtime's head. Saniti then moves on by grabbing Sadistic's head and begin shake it violently.)

Ace Anderson: He calls that Shaken Baby Syndrome. It disorients his opponent.

(Dizzy and out of it, Sadistic moves forward only to meet a Shining Wizard by Andy D. The PCW-Tron then kicks on and the countdown begins again.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

Jerry Andrews: There are only one other competitor that we are aware of in this match, Ace. I wonder if it's...him.

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(Audiomachine's “Xeres” kicks on which it can only mean one thing...)

Ace Anderson: It is him, Jerry. The Monster.

(...Murdoc steps from behind the entrance curtain and steps onto the entrance stage- completely maskless. Murdoc's long hair covers his face, his beard hiding the rest of it. He walks down to the ring- with a purpose. Once at ringside, his music cuts off and the PCW Hall of Famer enters the ring.

Murdoc's first target is Whitey Ford, who he grabs immediately and lays him out with a chokeslam. Showtime comes over and chops Murdoc across the chest a few times, but one blow from Murdoc's massive fist causes the former World Champion Mr. Showtime to hit the mat.)

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc has never won the PCW World Championship in his near-decade with the company. You know he wants nothing more than to win the title tonight.

Ace Anderson: Having been World Champion, I can tell you it's one of the most rewarding feelings in the World. Murdoc has all the skill, talent, and charisma to be THE Champ. Will it happen tonight? I don't know, Jerry. There are a number of Superstars in that ring that want the same.

(Andy D, who was out of camera shot and wasn't seen climbing the top rope, leaps off with a crossbody, but Murdoc catches him and then tosses him out of the ring with an overhead fallaway slam. Andy D flies through the air and hits the mat outside the ring.)

Andy D has been eliminated.

(Murdoc has his eyes on Sadistic, but gets caught on the way over by Grimm; The two PCW Mainstays hammer away at one another. Saniti is working over Showtime when the PCW-Tron kicks on and the countdown, uh, counts down once again.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

Ace Anderson: Great showing from Andy D, but Murdoc's on a mission.

THREE!

TWO!

Jerry Andrews: Whoever these next three competitors are, we have no idea, as they were unannounced at bell time.

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Super Soul Fighter” by Lenny Kravitz plays and the arena erupts in cheers.)

Ace Anderson: This music can only mean on thing, Jerry- the return of The Single-Letter Superstar...Q!

(Nathan Saniti quickly stops his attack on Mr. Showtime and stares out to the entrance stage in confusion. Q doesn't arrive from the entrance stage though, and instead comes zipping in from the ceiling.)

Jerry Andrews: Q's here! Q's here!

(Q's entrance causes the PCW Faithful to nearly burst the building down with gleeful cheers. Nathan still seems dumbfounded, and this distraction allows Whitey Ford to sneak in and toss Saniti out of the ring.)

Nathan Saniti has been eliminated!

(Q kind of shakes his head no and then zip-lines himself out of the ring and seemingly out of the arena. Less than ten seconds later, Q stands on the entrance stage and innocently smiles and waves to the audience before turning to the curtain and disappearing out of sight. The officials look at one another and then Ed Lane makes the call.)

Q has been eliminated.

Ace Anderson: Well...that was...unique. I don't really know how to explain that.

(Inside the ring, Showtime has teamed up with Grimm and the two are working over Murdoc in a corner. Ford has Sadistic's throat on the bottom rope, using the rope to choke him out. Murdoc fights out of the corner and tosses Showtime over him and onto the apron. Grimm is quick to ensure his teammate stays in the match by attacking Murdoc before he can further move onto Showtime.)

Jerry Andrews: This match is suppose to be every man for themselves, but The Black Hand has made it apparent that they are unified and are working together.

Ace Anderson: I'm really liking their chances, but there can only be one Champion.

(Turning his attention to Grimm now, he knocks him down with a heavy-right hand. Once again, Murdoc's on a mission, moving over to Whitey, he grabs him and tosses him across the ring, Whitey's head hitting the far turnbuckle. Finally, for the first time in this match, Murdoc has his hands on Sadistic.

Murdoc reaches down and grabs Sadistic by the throat and lifts him in the air. As he is doing so though, the countdown timer kicks up.)

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

Jerry Andrews: Entrant number nineteen upcoming!

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(Murdoc is choking Sadistic out, Hellbent on revenge for Sadistic causing the miscarriage of Murdoc's child. With Sadistic's feet dangling in the air, Murdoc can be seen squeezing the throat tighter and tighter, but he lets go when he hears the familiar tune of, “Dystopic” by Poison Mist.)

Jerry Andrews: WAIT! WAIT! It can't be!

(The PCW Faithful are popping big, but even more so when from behind the entrance steps former PCW World Champion Eira!)

Ace Anderson: It's Eira! It's Eira! Eira is here! What a night of surprises! I thought Eira's career was over at the hands of Sadistic.

Jerry Andrews: She's here, Ace! The 2013 Deadly Rumble winner is here! And I have a feeling I know who she is going to go after.

Ace Anderson: I don't know, Jerry. You heard Showtime earlier in the night speculate that Eira has pledged allegiance to The Black Hand.

(Sadistic slithers to the nearest turnbuckle while Murdoc stands in the center of the ring, unflinching with stoic calm. Eira comes running down to the ring, her music cutting off when she slides in. Eira shares a long glance with Murdoc and then walks over to Sadistic and...hugs him?!)

Jerry Andrews: What is going on here, Ace?

Ace Anderson: I wish I could tell you, Jerry. I. Am. Shocked.

(Murdoc can't believe it. The fans can't believe it. Eira and Sadistic release the embrace and the PCW Faithful are booing like crazy. Sadistic is laughing his ass off and looking smugly at Murdoc - until Eira kicks the expletive deleted out of him! And the place goes wild with cheers.

Eira then walks over to Murdoc and embraces him. Murdoc flips his hair back, showing his face for practically the first time in forever and he and Eira kiss passionately. Again the fans cheer.)

Ace Anderson: Murdoc was in on it the whole time! I knew there was no way Eira would side with the evil Sadistic.

(Eira and Murdoc turn their collective attention back to Sadistic, and the duo begin stomping the proverbial mud hole on him. Sadistic tries to pull himself up by the ropes, but Eira hip-tosses him back to the mat before she and Murdoc continue on their attack. The PCW-Tron kicks on with the countdown clock one last time.)

Jerry Andrews: One competitor left.

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

Ace Anderson: I wonder who it will be. “The Icemann?” Non Compos Mentis?

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

(“Engel” by Rammstein plays throughout the Pure Class Arena and from behind the entrance curtain steps PCW Hall of Famer and former Tag Team Champion Loco. Da Loczter comes down the ramp, strutting and playing up to the camera.)

Jerry Andrews: And Loco makes entrant number twenty. One of these six warriors will be the PCW World Champion at the conclusion of this match.

(Loco styles his hair, using the camera as a mirror, and then enters the ring. As soon as he enters the ring, Eira superkicks Loco and he flies right over the rope.)

Jerry Andrews: Loco was eliminated so quickly, that his music was still playing. That has to be a new record. That leaves only five.

Loco has been eliminated!

Ace Anderson: Now that Loco's been eliminated, I don't know who to pick.

Jerry Andrews: Seriously? But you didn't even know Loco was going to be out here.

Ace Anderson: Of course not seriously. Never bet on Loco. But my real pick is Murdoc: He wants it more than anyone else. But you really can't discredit any of these competitors.

(Loco's music abruptly fades out as Eira walks over to Murdoc and pats him on his chest; “You got this,” she says. Eira then effectively jumps over the top rope and onto the arena floor, walking away from the contest and the chance at being PCW World Champion.)

Eira has been eliminated!

Ace Anderson: I'm more confused now than I was earlier. Why would Eira just leave the match? And why would she leave Murdoc in there against The Black Hand and Whitey Ford?

Jerry Andrews: Eira knows how much this means to Murdoc. She knows Murdoc has to do this alone. The World Title is the one title that has eluded Murdoc during his PCW career. She doesn't want to be cause for distraction or cause for turmoil.

Ace Anderson: She may have only showed up to pay Sadistic back. I don't think Sadistic will ever have kids after that kick to the groin that she gave him.

(Murdoc stands in the center of the ring, the rest of the competitors all standing in a neutral corner, though Sadistic is still obviously feeling the blow that Eira gave him. Instantly, all four men rush at Murdoc.)

Ace Anderson: Murdoc's the biggest dog in the fight. It makes sense for them all to attack.

(Murdoc tries to fight off the blows but ends up getting put down to one knee. However, Murdoc powers up and throws everyone off of him. Grimm comes running back, but Murdoc backbody drops Grimm over the ropes and onto the arena floor.)

Grimm has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: The 2012 Deadly Rumble winner has been out, and The Black Hand is weakened. And we are down to the Final Four- Whitey Ford, Sadistic, Mr. Showtime, and Murdoc.

Ace Anderson: I'm really surprised Whitey Ford is still in this match. Really surprised. Then again, he did spend the first portion of this match hiding out with us at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: I'm not one to usually defend the Champ, but he played it smart. And it seems to have worked, because he's still in there.

(Grimm tries to re-enter the ring but the officials won't let him. Murdoc then throws Whitey Ford out of the ring.)

Ace Anderson: And just like that, Whitey's out!

(However, the officials don't see it as they were dealing with Grimm, so Whitey slides back into the ring. Murdoc moves along to Sadistic and is squaring up to lay him out with his Oblivion double axe handle blow, but when he goes to deliver it, Mr. Showtime rushes in and takes the shot; Oblivion causes Showtime to fly up and over the ring and onto the arena floor right by Grimm and the officials. The officials, seeing this elimination, calls it.)

Mr. Showtime has been eliminated.

Ace Anderson: Michael Wryght just sacrificed himself so that Sadistic wasn't hit with that blow, but it cost him and now he's eliminated.

Jerry Andrews: We are down to the Final Three.

(Grimm and Showtime are being scolded by the officials to leave ringside. While this is going on Ford, from behind, grabs Sadistic and tosses him over the top rope away from the officials. Sadistic lands on his feet outside the ring and Whitey quickly moves over to Murdoc and pushes him over to the ropes and tries to eliminate him.)

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic was just eliminated!

Ace Anderson: But like Whitey, the officials didn't see it, and Sadistic is climbing back into the ring.

(Grimm and Showtime ease off and begin walking to the back so the officials return to their posts. Like the snake that he is, Sadistic squirms over to the action and then tosses both Murdoc and Ford over the ropes and onto the floor.)

Murdoc has been eliminated!
Whitey Ford have been eliminated!

Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the 2014 Deadly Rumble, and NEW PCW World Champion...SADISTIC!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic has done it! Sadistic has become the PCW World Champion! But you really have to feel for Murdoc on this one- both Ford and Sadistic were technically eliminated.

Ace Anderson: But the refs didn't see it. They can't make a call they don't see!

(Sadistic is handed the belt and raises it high in the air and does the most devilish smile you can think of as the feed begins to fade out.)

Jerry Andrews: This has been PCW Deadly Intentions 5! We will be back with The Iceys! Thank you, folks for tuning in. I can only imagine the World with Sadistic as Champion. Things will never be the same again. Good night everbody!

CLICK!

Overview

Cory Steel d. Tyrone Smith via pinfall in 9:12 to become the Underground King
Tha Joka & LoKi is declared a No Contest at 7:36*
Justin Michaels d. Gem via pinfall in 17:12 to retain the North American Championship
Nathan Saniti d. Grimm via 19:32 to become the International Champion
Sadistic d. 19 Other to become the World Champion

Deadly Rumble Details

Most Eliminations: 6 by whitey
Longest Ring Time: whitey [1:03:18]
Quickest Elimination: Loco [0:06]
Most Surprising Entrant (as voted by the PCW Faithful): Derek Cosmos

Order of Entry
1. Whitey Ford
2. Rikkashot
3. Aura
4. Derek Cosmos
5. Stacy Jones
6. Pegasus (substituting for Tha Joka)
7. Michael Soloman
8. Tyrone Smith
9. The Cosmos (substituting for LoKi)
10. Andy D
11. Seth Archer
12. Grimm
13. Michael Wryght
14. Sadistic
15. Alexa Black
16. Nathan Saniti
17. Murdoc
18. Q
19. Eira
20. Loco

Order of Elimination
1. Rikkashot (by Whitey Ford) [2:41]
2. Aura (by Whitey Ford) [1:56]
3. Soloman (by Tha Joka) [N/A]
4. Tyrone Smith (by Tha Joka) [0:41]
5. Pegasus (by Whitey Ford) [8:07]
6. Stacy Jones (by Whitey Ford) [13:03]
7. Derek Cosmos (by Whitey Ford) [13:13]
8. Seth Archer (by The Cosmos) [0:49]
9. The Cosmos (by Andy D) [4:20]
10. Alexa Black (by Grimm & Sadistic) [0:59]
11. Andy D (by Murdoc) [23:12]
12. Nathan Saniti (by Whitey Ford) [11:09]
13. Q (by Himself) [1:00]
14. Loco (by Eira) [0:06]
15. Eira (by Herself) [5:02]
16. Grimm (by Murdoc) [27:10]
17. Michael Wryght (by Murdoc) [28:58]
18. Murdoc (by Sadistic) [13:33]
19. Whitey Ford (by Sadistic) [1:03:18]
WINNER: Sadistic [18:41]

There are no words I can write to express my apologies for the delay in these results. A lot of changes to come in the PCW-Verse, for sure. A humongous thank you to our collective mule team for being extremely time efficient this cycle, and an even bigger thank you to you, the readers, who took the time to come and read the show even after a 3 week wait. Thank you all, you rock.

PS: Please do not mind the formatting issues. It will be fixed. You guys don't deserve to wait any longer.