Post by Rick Majors on Feb 18, 2015 0:48:59 GMT -5
Trauma comes on the air with a shot of the backstage area at the PCW Arena. A door opens and stepping in from the outside and into the arena is Tha Joka. A member of the PCW production crew instinctively jumps back as Joka approaches him. Dragging his barbed wire bat along the ground as he walks, Joka makes it way down a hallway, whistling as he walks.
Suddenly he finds himself standing face-to-face with PCW President Frank Foley who is not alone. Standing behind him are several members of the PCW security team. The two sides stare at one another. Foley and the guards are certainly not pleased to see Tha Joka officially back in PCW, but they eventually step aside and allow Joka to make his way to the locker room area. Joka smiles and continues his walk, closing the door to his locker room behind him.
Tuesday February 17th, 2015
After the show's opening plays, the cameras are now at ringside. The crowd is cheering as Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson welcome us to tonight's episode of Trauma.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to PCW Trauma. I am Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson....
Ace Anderson: I'm sorry, but can you believe that The Joka is being allowed back into the PCW Arena after what he's done over the last several weeks!?
Jerry Andrews: It's shocking but it's true. Several members of PCW staff and many PCW competitors petitioned Frank Foley, requesting that Joka be reinstated. I don't know if it's because they wanted his attacks to stop or if they wanted to get a piece of him in the ring but...
Ace Anderson: So we've negotiated with terrorists now, right? That's pretty much it. Joka terrorized PCW and he ended up getting what he wanted. This is a sad state of affairs for this company.
Jerry Andrews: Well, he is on a very short leash tonight. If he doesn't abide by the rules of Pure Class Wrestling, his contract will be terminated.
Ace Anderson: It just makes me sick.
Jerry Andrews: I know it does, buddy, but try to focus on the rest of the card we have for you tonight. Seven great matches including our huge main event which will see every PCW champion compete in one match!
Ace Anderson: Okay, I'm definitely looking forward to that!
Jerry Andrews: And how about our first match? PCW is a place where competitors from all over the world want to prove themselves and we've got two new athletes that will step between the PCW ropes for the first time tonight.
Ace Anderson: I love watching new talent try to show that they have what it takes to compete in PCW!
The arena goes dark and the rhythm of "The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch and whilst in darkness, Kristoff comes and stands on stage with his head down, allowing his hair to cover his face and a small fog begins to drift in underneath him. As the pace quickens and the drums finally come into play, Kristoff slowly lifts his head and arms as flashing strobe lights begin to light up the stage. With the vocals starting, Kristoff allows his arms to drop before walking slowly to the ring.
"JOHNNY CASH AND PBR! JACK DANIELS! NASCAR!"
"Introducing...from Round Rock, Texas....weighing in at 190 pounds..."
Kristoff walks past the crowd's outstretched hands by staying in the middle of the ramp whilst walking. He will look around the crowd with disdain before getting to the ring.
"I AM....WHAT YOU FEAR MOST....I AM....WHAT YOU NEED"
"Kristoff Michaelson!!"
Kristoff steps onto the ring apron and steps into the ring before looking around at the crowd once again before stepping onto the middle rope and leaning against the top rope to stare at the crowd. Finally smirking and then stepping away from the ropes.
"And his opponent..."
"I Will be Heard" by Hatebreed explodes through the speakers and out from the back walks Braddock. He strolls down to the ring before climbing the ring steps. He wipes his feet before entering the ring and holds a fist in the air.
"From Santa Cruz, California.... Braddock!"
The bell rings and we’re underway with the double debut of PCW’s two newest superstars. Braddock starts the match with a series of boxing-style punches right off the bat, hitting Michaelson in the face and chest as he was unprepared for the sudden onslaught. Kristoff raises his hands to block the punches and returns with his own assault of punches, followed up with some precision kicks to the legs and stomach, causing Braddock to double over as Michelson grabs him and hits an early DDT.
Kristoff Michaelson kneels down on the canvas, swiftly grabbing the lower leg of the fallen Braddock and bending it into a textbook ankle lock, going for a very early submission here as referee Nigel Gale drops down to get a closer look. Michaelson twists the ankle and holds it there, causing intense pain to the newcomer Braddock who is slowly crawling to try and get to the ropes.
The crowd chants seem mixed as nobody has made up their mind about these two new upstarts with chants of “Let’s Go Braddock” and “Let’s Go Kristoff” being uttered in sequence. After a few more attempts, Braddock gets a hand around the lower rope and Kristoff lets go of the hold, standing back up with a smile on his face, proud to have made an immediate impact.
He doesn’t wait for Braddock to rise, instead, helping him up and lifting the large athlete up for what looked like a german duplex but Braddock hits with two elbows to the face of the charismatic Michaelson, forcing him to release the hold. Braddock bounces off the ropes and Michaelson hits the startled athlete with a thunderous clothesline from hell. Kristoff grins as he looks down at the lifeless body of his opponent.
Braddock, the larger built guy, finally gets to his feet and he looks pissed. He may have thought this would be an easy win considering his size and style but he hasn’t been able to get off the blocks. He runs forward and knocks Kristoff down with a spear before begging him to get up, which he does rather quickly. Braddock goes to hit a second spear but Kristoff dodges it with a sidestep.
Both men now at opposite sides of the ring looking determined to succeed. They lock up, Braddock gets the initiative due to his strength and wraps his arms around Michaelson, sliding behind and hitting an incredible full nelson!
Braddock begins to look pumped up now as he starts an offence, beckoning Kristoff to get up once more and he does, slower than before and Braddock hits another hard clothesline, knoking him to the canvas and dropping down to hook the leg.
1….
2….
NO!
Kristoff kicks out and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Braddock goes for another spear but Kristoff moves slightly and trips the big man over, Braddock hitting the centre of the canvas with a hard slam. Michaelson quickly rushes over and wraps his arms around the face of the fallen Braddock, locking in the crossface that he calls the Drip Feed.
Braddock flails around in pain as the pain intensifies and Kristoff grunts as he puts more and more pressure onto the neck and spine of Braddock. Braddock tries desperately to get to the ropes but the pain is excruciating and after attempt after attempt he relinquishes and taps out with referee Nigel Gale calling for the bell. Michaelson doesn’t let go though, in fact, he pulls tighter and tighter, the pressure uncomfortable to look at and the referee has to literally pull the men apart. Gale threatens to call the security team but Kristoff just laughs and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp with his arm raised high, getting his first victory in PCW and leaving Braddock dazed and confused in the middle of the ring.
As Trauma returns, the cameras are focused backstage, -way- backstage.
Gem is seen walking through the arena, stretching and preparing for her match tonight. Suddenly, Eira appears and she gets the drop on Gem. A quick sparring match ensues. After a few moments of tense martial arts combat, Gem finally gets the upperhand and she locks Eira in a compromising position.
Eira pauses and looks Gem directly in the eyes. She twists in Gem's hold only to bare her throat, literally.
"I trust you. You've seen enough of me to trust in what I can do. Mutual trust is the only way we're going to get through this."
Gem releases Eira from the hold. Eira offers her partner in tonight's match a genuine, uncharacteristically warm smile and an outstretched hand.
"Deal?"
Gem shakes her hand. The shot then cuts back to ringside.
Jerry Andrews: Gem and Eira will team up later tonight to face off against the unlikely team of Whitey Ford and Derek Cosmos!
Ace Anderson: This card is just full of great matches!
Jerry Andrews: Speaking of great matches, what about our next one? LIGHT had an impressive debut on the last episode of Trauma, but how will he do against the veteran Stacy Jones?
Ace Anderson: We'll find out next!
“ALL OF THE LIGHTS!” by Kanye West hits the speakers as the lights drop out inside the arena. As the horns of the song start to sound, LIGHT jogs out onto the stage and starts bouncing up and down warming up for the match. He heads down the ramp, light on his toes and clapping his hands with the fans. In one easy hop, he moves from the floor and up to the ring apron, lit by a single spotlight the entire time. He jumps over the top rope and runs across the ring, jumping up to the middle rope and pointing to that side of the arena as the lights in that half of the building come up. LIGHT jumps off the middle buckle, twisting in mid air and slamming his fist to the mat as the lights in the rest of the building come up. He stays on one knee, and looks up directly into the camera outside with a smile before standing up and waiting for the bell.
No sooner does LIGHT reach his position in-ring than “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry bangs through the speakers as Stacy Jones appears on stage facing away from the ramp as the cameras see her from behind as the lyrics kick in before she turns with a grin and begins her strut to the ring, adjusting her gloves as she walks confidently.
As she approaches the ring, she steps between the ropes and rests against a turnbuckle as she waits for her the bell to ring.
The ref steps forward, Ty Little giving a quick word to the competitors before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Stacy Jones launches into an aggressive attack, backing the LIGHT towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Ducking and dodging under Jones’ swings in an impressive display of agility, LIGHT forces Jones to keep on themove. Stacy attempts to lock up with LIGHT, going for an arm drag but LIGHT locks himself in place to step in with one leg, going for a trip and dropping the Stacy to the mat. LIGHT peppers Stacy with a flurry of quick strikes, Little warning him off and LIGHT wrapping Jones up into a tight package for the first pin attempt of the match!
- Kickout!
Not even a one count and Jones kicks out, LIGHT backing himself towards the ropes as both competitors rise, but no sooner does Stacy gain her feet than she immediately goes in for an armbar, LIGHT going along with the move and countering with his own, but The Perfection of Adaptation counters the counter! Landing on her feet, she hits the ropes, using the rebound to charge at LIGHT who drops to his knees and ducks forward - the running clothesline flying past overhead! Stacy Jones uses her momentum to rapidly scale the ropes, throwing herself in a picturesque moonsault - but LIGHT rolls to the side! Stacy crashes into the mat, LIGHT quick to capitalize on the situation and lay into Jones with another series of precision strikes until again warned away by Ty Little, retreating to a corner as Jones makes her more unsteady way up to her feet. Quickly shaking off the cobwebs, Stacy follows LIGHT into the corner, the two competitors exchanging blows - LIGHT’s superior strength against Jones’ out and out aggression. Stacy manages to dodge a fist, grabbing the attached arm and wrenching it into an uncomfortable armbar, using it as leverage to hiptoss LIGHT to the mat! Stacy hastily attempts to wrap LIGHT in a pin, barking at Little to come make the count!
...1!
...2 - kickout!
LIGHT kicks out at the two-count, Stacy backing off to let her rise, no sooner letting him gain his feet than she absolutely hammers him with a brutal dropkick! Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, struggling to gain the upper hand. LIGHT can’t seem to power the resilient Stacy into a pinning predicament, and even the submission-savvy Jones can’t seem to keep ahold the shiny luchador! They separate of their own accord, LIGHT stands first and manages to catch Stacy off guard, stepping for a quick soccer kick directed at Jones’s head and dropping her to the mat! Slipping in for a hasty pin, LIGHT’s eyes are on Little as he goes to make the count!
...1!
...2!
.. -NO!
Stacy Jones POWERS out of the hold, using sheer ballast and her knowledge of submission-style tactics to escape the pin! Both competitors scrambling to their feet, Stacy is just a few seconds quicker to rise and blasts LIGHT in the sternum with a superkick! LIGHT flies back-first into a turnbuckle and collapses to the mat, Jones following him down and tying him up savagely with an extra rough pin attempt.
...1!
...2!
...3!
Jerry Andrews: A big win for Stacy Jones and.... what in the hell!?
Ace Anderson: Who is that!?
A man jumps over the guardrail holding a steel pipe! Before anyone can react, the man drills Stacy Jones in the stomach with the pipe as she's leaving the ring, doubling her over! The man then cracks the steel pipe across Stacy's back, sending her crashing down to the floor.
The attacker then looks up and gazes around the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Wait... I think I know who that is! I think that's..... Dillon Durst!
Ace Anderson: You're right! He had a few matches in PCW a while back! But what is he doing here right now?
Jerry Andrews: I have no idea!
Ace Anderson: I believe Durst and Jones were both employed by the same wrestling company about five or seven years ago, does this stem back to then?
Jerry Andrews: Like I know! I only watch PCW!
Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing!? Someone stop him!
Durst isn't done. He lifts the steel pipe up again and he drives it down into Stacy Jones' chest. And again. And again. Finally, PCW security guards arrive. Durst turns and jumps back over the guardrail, leaving the steel pipe behind as evidence of his crime.
The recently returned High Tide is out first for this bout and receives a warm reception from the Faithful. “You Are a Pirate!” by Alestorm escorts the pirate to the ring as he captains an imaginary ship down the aisle. Ever the professional, Tide even pulls out a spyglass upon entering the ring to survey the crowd. Climbing atop the nearest turnbuckle, he fires off imaginary cannons so powerful that the recoil knocks him off his perch while fireworks shoot from all four corners!
“10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” by Dope Stars Inc. heralds the arrival of the cagey veteran, Tyrone Smith. Riding a winning streak, Crazy Boy emerges from the entrance and the theatrical smoke with a fist pumping in the air. The fans clearly love them some Crazy Boy. Entering the ring, Smith warms up by bouncing off the ropes a couple times before pumping his fist one last time.
This battle features two familiar opponents who have clashed for the North American Championship in the past and have similar styles. We're bound to see a lot of high flying and risk taking in this bout. Fans, get your cameras ready. Tyrone is the first to extend his hand and Tide quickly accepts his offer of sportsmanship, drawing a smattering of applause from the crowd. The two circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Smith, who enjoys a thirty-plus pound weight advantage, drives the pirate back into the corner but gives him a clean break. Meeting in the center of the ring again, High Tide is quick to grab a headlock. Crazy Boy lifts the pirate for a back suplex, but Tide is able to backflip to his feet.
Reversals are met with counters and counters are met with reversals by both of these nimble competitors. High Tide flips around making liberal use of the ropes to reverse his way out of Crazy Boy's grasp while Tyrone seemingly makes up counters as he goes along. It doesn't take long for the risk takers to go airborne. High Tide impresses with a variety moonsaults, hurricanrannas, and springboard spinning heel kicks, but Crazy Boy refuses to be outdone. Missile dropkicks, frog splashes, and scissors kicks are used to combat the vengeful pirate. It's becoming clear that the two are striving to steal the show with Match of the Night!
The action begins to intensify as each man pulls out all the stops in the name of victory. Smith grabs a slight advantage and is quick to exploit it. Crazy Boy hits the Crazy Airlines, but is only able to get a two-count. Tyrone connects with the Crazy Drop after that, but instead of going for the pin he locks in the Crazy Nerve Hold! Perhaps High Tide still needs to knock off a little ring rust as it appears he's run out of gas. Somehow, the pirate is able to reach the ropes and Crazy Boy reluctantly breaks the hold. But just long enough to lift High Tide into the air for the Crazy Slam!
Quick as a cat, Tide slips out and stuns Crazy Boy with a clothesline before heading to the top rope. Tide is ready to go Off The Plank! with his shooting star DDT...! Smith rolls out of the way...but High Tide is able to land on his feet! Smith pounces in a flash and attempts the Crazy Slam again, but the swashbuckler blocks and spins around behind Crazy Boy. Pulling him to the mat with the Pirate Code, High Tide is able to squeak out the victory with his schoolboy pin for a three-count! The fans honor both men with a standing ovation after the match. Tyrone Smith approaches High Tide from behind and spins him around...and offers him a congratulatory handshake. The fans let out a cheer of appreciation as High Tide gladly accepts the offer.
High Tide raises his arms in the air and walks out of the ring. Crazy Boy stays behind and he calls for a microphone.
Crazy Boy: "It's not very often I actually talk in the ring. Normally, I let my wrestling do my talking for me, but there is just something I really need to get off of my chest."
Crazy Boy stands there for a second, absorbing the cheers that the crowd is throwing him as he flashes a smile and continues to speak.
Crazy Boy: "These past few weeks, I have made my presence known. I have defeated the former and longest reigning PCW World Champion in Whitey Ford and turned around the next week and beat Alexa Black. I turned it up again this week and put on a hell of a performance against High Tide. I think I am finally getting the recognition I deserve and it's time to step it up even further."
Tyrone starts to pace the ring like a rabid dog, the microphone not leaving close from his mouth, flashing another smile and continues to speak.
Crazy Boy: "I've decided it's time for me to throw my name in the hat for a title shot. I deserve it. I've had a hell of a start to 2015 so far. It's only natural that I take it to the next level and try for some championship gold once again."
The cheers erupt as The Crazy One holds up his hand for silence as he stops dead in his tracks, staring at the fans who have supported him for so long.
Crazy Boy: "I've thought about this for a couple of weeks, and you may be wondering what title I am throwing my hat into? Hardcore? North American? The answer to both of them are no. And I'm sure not so crazy to go after the World title right now, as Sadistic is on the roll of his lifetime. That only leaves one title left in question."
Crazy Boy grins and gestures expansively, nodding his head slowly.
Crazy Boy: "That's right. I've decided it's time for me to throw my name into the pool for the International Championship. I'm going to chase Nathan Santini and I plan to beat him to become the new PCW International Champion. Enjoy it while and lasts and thanks for warming up that title for me."
Another flash of a smile and Crazy Boy drops the mic on the ground. Suddenly, PCW President Frank Foley appears in the entrance way with a microphone of his own.
Frank Foley: "You know what, Tyrone, you're right. You do deserve a chance to compete for the International Championship. But you're not the only one. The man who defeated you here tonight, High Tide, deserves a shot as well. And so does Derek Cosmos. And Alexa Black. And several others as well. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm booking a number one contenders match for the next episode of Trauma and the winner of the match will face Nathan Saniti for the International Championship at PCW Mass Destruction!"
Crazy Boy seems pleased with this announcement. So do the PCW Faithful.
Frank Foley: "As for who exactly will be competing in that match, you'll find out very soon on the brand new PCWrestling.org!"
The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Black Widow” by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile as she walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman. She mocks the crowd and badmouths fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh. As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron, the booing trailing off as the music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her next victim.
"Fat" by Weird Al hits the loud speakers. The camera goes onto the entrance way. A big fat man wearing a black leather vest and jean shorts walks out to cheers from the audience. His fat, hairy belly is there for the world to see. He walks slowly to the ring one hand holding a bag of cheesy poofs while the other hand shovels them into his face, his stride a bit staggered and swaying - the beer stains down the front of his ratty tank top more than enough of a clue as to his state of inebriation.
The ref steps forward, Manny Cruz giving a quick word to the competitors and an extra assertive warning to Alexa Black (which she ignores, of course) before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Alexa Black immediately launches into an aggressive attack, breaking Wide Load’s leer and backing the surprised man towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Bubba manages to deflect the first few strikes with sheer dumb luck until Black, frustrated, hauls off and delivers a sharp uppercut to the chin! Bubba’s head is snapped back on his neck, Alexa following up the initial strike with a series of vicious,savage jabs - it’s blindingly obvious that The Black Widow is taking exactly none of the Wide Load tonight!
Bubba Bob manages to break free with a flailing shove, and attempts to take the initiative, streaking across the ring towards Alexa who quickly sidesteps, using the follow through to send him careening into the ropes! Bubba bounces off the ropes, Alexa catching him on the rebound, using a mean-looking Irish whip to wing him towards the ropes AGAIN! Bob hits the rebound hard, springing forward towards Alexa in a haphazard attack - his very clumsiness enables him to land the hit! Alexa is taken out at the chest with a vicious spear, both competitors sent sprawling across the mat! Alexa quickly regains her feet and lays in a series of mean little stomps, until Cruz shouts a warning, Black then taking the opportunity to lock Bubba Bob up for a pin!
..1!
- kickout!
Bubba gets his shoulder up before just before the 2 count, Alexa exploding into action and lunging from a kneeling position to take Wide Load down by sheer surprise! The two competitors struggle on the mat, Alexa finally straddling Bubba’s chest and hammers down mounted punches into Bob’s chest and face! Finally having stunned the man, Alexa ties him up again into a painful hold. Bubba wriggles in futility as Black barks at Cruz to come make the count; Wide Load struggling like a stranded, mentally delayed walrus in his efforts to escape.
..1!
...2!
.. - kickout!
Bubba manages to heft a boot at the last second (causing a disgusted groan from the “can see up his shorts from this angle” section of the audience) and kicks out, Alexa releasing and sauntering away, leaving Bubba Bob to haul himself up with the ropes. No sooner does Wide Load gain a vertical base than Alexa immediately charges forward in another grapple attempt, Bubba again using sheer mass to push her away! Alexa goes stumbling back but keeps her feet, hitting the ropes again and using the rebound to charge at Bubba, who incredibly manages to duck the running clothesline! Alexa bounces off the ropes one more time, arm up as if for a clothesline but she takes him down at the last second with a mean looking spear to the abdomen! Alexa Black’s face twisted into a mean scowl, she takes a few running steps start before adding a vicious elbow drop to the prone Bubba’s gut!
Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, Alexa’s strong, lithe form keeping her one move ahead of Bubba Bob at all times, the effect unfortunately like that of watching a lumbering hog chase a fox. Alexa’s amusement in harassing the large man finally wears off, the woman kipping up and backpedaling to the turnbuckle, taking a strong stance and beckoning to her opponent with a sly smile on her face. Winded, embarrassed, and visibly frustrated, Bubba Bob charges forward - clearly ready to snap the two bit hussy in half! The entire PCW arena lets out a sympathetic “OOOOOOH.” as Alexa meets the charge with a brutal Brogue Kick to the face! An audible crunch and spurt of blood from the face is the last animation anyone sees out of Wide Load as his quivering bulk goes crashing to the mat, falling gratefully to rest in a gradually spreading pool of his own blood.
Slipping in for the cover, Alexa shouts at Cruz to come make the count, Alexa draped almost seductively over Bubba Bob’s ominously still form as she waits for Manny to make the call that to all assembled is a forgone conclusion.
...1!
...2!
...3!
PCW medical staff swarms the scene as Alexa makes her way backstage, taunting the fans and tossing more offensive slurs towards the blissfully unconscious man in the ring as “Black Widow” once again rocks its way out of the PCW loudspeakers.
Suddenly, Alexa is cut off by the imposing figures of Samson Cage and Fraizer Knight. The two sides engage in a stand off.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh.... this isn't going to be good!
Ace Anderson: Imagine standing face-to-face with those two monsters?
Rather than wait for either man to attack, Alexa Black tries to give herself a fighting chance and she swings at Cage. He's struck in the side of the head with a fist and is left staggered. Alexa Black pounces on him like a tiger on a steak, unloading on him with a series of blows.
The numbers game catches up to Alexa unfortunately as Knight attacks her from behind. He slugs her in the spine with a double axehandle and then pulls her off of Samson Cage. Alexa Black fights and struggles, but Knight sets her up and he drops her with a big powerslam onto the concrete! Alexa Black hits the floor with a sickening thud.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!
The Faces of Fear aren't done yet, however. Cage picks her up off of the floor only to drop her with The R.I.P (Rest In Pieces) again onto the concrete.
The two huge men glare down at Alexa Black now.
Samson Cage: "It didn't have to be this way, Alexa."
Fraizer Knight: "But now we'll have to destroy you."
With that, The Faces of Fear leave the ringside area just as members of the PCW medical team rush out to check on the obviously injured Alexa Black.
After weeks of unsanctioned violence and downright brutality, the PCW brass have finally decided to reinstate the Court Jester of Wrestling and put an end to the madness. But where is he? Under the ring? In the crowd? Quite literally the Man in the Ceiling? Wonder no more! The arena blackens, sending a collective shiver up the spines of the PCW Faithful! Marilyn Manson graces the speakers as Joka's horrific Willy Wonka parody announces his return to action.
The creepy entrance continues as “Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggity-Zag” plays from the speakers. Arguably the strangest, yet most intimidating entrance in wrestling, the muscular Joka continues to the ring. It's clear that the fans don't like him, but they're also a bit frightened by the known sadist. Even through the entrance routine – the windmilling of the dreads, the spider crawl of the ring post, the pyros – one thing is apparent: Joka is hungry...for blood!
“Bulletproof” by 12 Stones hits next to a popular reaction from the crowd. However, Seth's entrance is anything but routine. There is no pyro. Hell, Seth isn't even dressed for competition. Instead, he wears a stylish pair of jeans, a plain black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, and a pair of big black sunglasses. In fact, the camera is unable to get a clear shot of his face. The oddest part is his companion – an authoritative type dressed in very smart business attire. It looks like a lawyer. Seth's lawyer. The white collar shark enters the ring to have a few words with referee Charles Lim. It's worthy of note that Seth stops short of entering the ring. In fact, it's quite clear by his mannerisms that he has no intention of stepping into the squared-circle.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we've heard rumors all week that Seth Archer was taking legal action against PCW for placing him in an unsafe work environment in this match against Tha Joka.
Ace Anderson: Can you honestly blame him? Joka's nuts!
After about twenty seconds, the attorney wraps up his conversation with the PCW official with a handshake and exits the ring. With that, he and his client turn and head back up the ramp to confused boos from the crowd. Joka is becoming more and more irate with each passing second. Charles Lim reluctantly explains the situation to the timekeeper and moments later it is announced that Joka has been awarded the match via forfeit. Boos are showered from the cheap seats.
Winner via Forfeit: Tha Joka
But Joka will have none of that. Somebody is going to feel pain tonight, he can guarandamntee it! Without warning, the jester shows everyone why he's the Master of the DDT by driving Charles Lim's head into the canvas! The boos intensify as Joka hovers over the poor referee. Reaching down and slipping as many fingers as he can into Lim's mouth and cheek, he proceeds to drag him off the mat by his face! Lifting the zebra into a vertical suplex position for several seconds, he eventually drives him into the mat with the Sadist Slam!
Ace Anderson: Come on! This is why this man shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a PCW ring!
Charles Lim is being beaten to a pulp by the clown when a flood of security guards rush down the ramp. The fans erupt as an orange flash plows through the center of the PCW security and dives under the bottom rope! Joka turns just in time to catch a spear from Justin “Stormm” Michaels! The fans are on their feet as both men begin exchanging fists while rolling around on the mat. The security guards – there must be nearly twenty of them – are finally able to pry the men apart! Joka and Michaels hurl threats and insults at one another as they try to fight through the body of humanity separating them.
Suddenly, Frank Foley is at ringside and he has a microphone in his hand. Throughout all of the chaos in the ring it's hard to focus on the president's words. He realizes this and starts yelling into the microphone in a rage.
Frank Foley: "Okay! Enough! Enough dammit! ENOUGH!!! That's it Joka! That's it! I didn't want to reinstate you in the first place and now I realize I was wrong to do so. You had a shot tonight and you blew it! It's over! You're fir...."
"Wait just a damn minute!"
Somehow Justin Michaels is beside Foley and he has grabbed the microphone out of his hand.
Justin Michaels: "He doesn't get away that easily. No way! He's not done in PCW until I put him out of PCW. I want Joka one-on-one at Mass Destruction!"
The crowd explodes. Foley takes the microphone back.
Frank Foley: "No way. I've had enough of this man. I can't risk putting him in a PCW ring ever again."
Justin Michaels: "You think he's just going to stop because you fire him? You saw what he's done while he was suspended. Imagine if he was fired? He doesn't listen to authority. But he will listen to me kicking his ass!"
Foley thinks for a moment and then finally speaks.
Frank Foley: "Okay.... but I can't in good faith sanction this match. It can take place at Mass Destruction, but myself and PCW management can't endorse or insure anything that takes place."
Stormm nods and looks directly at tha Joka who is still surrounded by a crowd of security guards, awaiting his response.
Tha Joka: "I want..... the title on the line."
Frank Foley: "No! No way! That's definitely not going to happen. Not in an unsanctioned... "
Justin Michaels: "You're on!"
Frank Foley is beside himself as Stormm drops the microphone and walks away from the ring. Tha Joka smiles and sits down on the floor at ringside, seemingly very pleased with the way everything has turned out for him.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back on PCW Trauma and this next match is certainly going to be an interesting one.
Ace Anderson: You can say that again!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back on PCW Trauma and this next match is certainly going to be an interesting one. We saw Gem and Eira backstage earlier and it seems as though those two are on the same page. But Whitey Ford and Derek Cosmos? How on earth are those two supposed to get along!?
Ace Anderson: They can't. I just can't see a way where those two competitors get on the same page.
Jerry Andrews: Well, we're going to find out right now!
"The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!"
"Bad Man" by Bobaflex begins to play. The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope.
"Introducing first, from Leeds, Maine: Whitey Ford!"
The opening chords/riffs/what have you of the greatest song ever made, “Galactic” by New Nobility hits throughout the arena and the stage begins to fill with smoke and a cosmic laser light show. After about thirty-seconds, casually walking out of the smoke is Derek Cosmos.
Derek is wearing his black wrestling trunks, you know the ones with the three pinkish purplish stars on the rear and a giant backwards D and a connected C on the front crotch area. Derek is also wearing a black leather jacket, with jewels encrusted into the sleeves; Pinkish purplish jewels, that light up, but jewels nevertheless. Think Bedazzled.
The Galactic Bounty Hunter, as he and only he likes to call himself, walks down the entrance ramp bopping along with Galactic. As he makes his enthusiastic descent down the ramp, he tries to slap hands with the fans; some take him up on the offer, but most ignore him. Bummer. When he finally reaches the ring, he slides in through the bottom rope and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle to the second rope.
"And his tag team partner, from The Outer Reaches of Space: Derek Cosmos!"
Derek throws his arms back, let's out a “Wooo,” and then jumps back down to the mat. Taking off his light-brite bedazzled jacket, his tosses it and turns his attention to his partner. Cosmos raises his hand in the air to high-five Whitey Ford, but Ford just walks away from him in disgust.
Jerry Andrews: So I guess that's how these two are going to get along....
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 - with her friend Grant at her side. As the full orchestral power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp. The Queen of the Underground gracefully acknowledging her fans, gliding her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or murmured word of appreciation as Grant follows. 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 the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside.
"And their opponents: First, already in the ring, she is Gem!"
The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira. She stands absolutely motionless for a few seconds, her left leg with its gleaming, spiked black metal knee brace crossed in front of the right; arms outstretched and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.
While Eira keeps her primary focus on her goal, she offers an occasional smile or nod in response to fans on her way to down the ramp. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.
"And her tag team partner, now joining her in the ring: Eira!"
The bell rings.
The match begins with Gem facing off against Whitey Ford. Ford lunges at her, but Gem dodges out of the way and she hits him with a few timely strikes. With Ford temporarily staggered, Gem hits him with a throat thrust and then leaps up, connecting with a missile dropkick.
Gem pulls Ford up to his feet and she Irish whips him off of the ropes. Ford ducks a clothesline and rebounds off of the ropes, hitting Gem with a big running dropkick. He then pulls her up and throws her into the corner. Ford now starts to work on Gem's midsection with a series of strikes. He finally pulls her out of the corner and sets her up for a suplex. Gem shifts her weight and she drops down behind Ford. She waits a second for her opponent to turn around and then she hits him with a big spin kick to the stomach. Gem the drives the point of her elbow into Ford's back. She then drags him over to her corner and tags in Eira.
Showing great team work, Gem wrenches Ford's arm and Eira hits her hated rival in the stomach with a strong kick. Gem leaves the ring and Eira sets up Ford now. He breaks free and slugs her right in the side of the head. She returns the favor. The two competitors start to unload on one another with a series and right and left hands. You can feel the hatred with each shot. Eventually Ford gets the upperhand when he kicks Eira in the stomach. He then drops her with a DDT and goes for the cover.
He gets two.
Ford pulls Eira up, but this time Eira breaks free and she hits Ford with a chinbreaker. Eira now gets to her feet, leaps up and she hits Whitey Ford with a big hurricanrana! She rolls through and holds on for a cover, but Ford kicks out at two.
Both competitors quickly get to their feet, but is a step faster and she drops Ford with a high-angle dropkick! She then pulls Ford up and throws him into the corner. Eira charges, but Ford drops out of the way at the last second and Eira hits the turnbuckle. Ford stumbles but he makes it over to his corner. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should tag in Derek Cosmos. Eira takes advantage of this situation and she quickly rolls up Whitey Ford from behind for a two-count! Both competitors stand up once again. Whitey Ford ducks a clothesline from Eira and hits her with a strong clothesline of his own. He once again turns to Derek Cosmos and this time he tags him in as the crowd cheers.
Derek Cosmos enters the ring and he immediately goes after Eira, connecting with a clothesline. Eira stands up and Cosmos leaps up with a single leg dropkick. Eira dodges it and Cosmos hits the mat hard. Eira now dives towards her corner and she tags in Gem.
Gem his the ring hot. She drops Derek Cosmos with a right hand just as he is getting to his feet. He gets back up, but she quickly drops him again. Whitey Ford now enters the ring without being tagged in. Gem drops him as well, hitting him with a missile dropkick!
She then turns her attention back to Derek Cosmos. As he steps towards her, she grabs him and hits him with "What Dreams May Come!" Gem then goes for the cover... and gets three!
Derek Cosmos rolls out of the ring as Eira and Gem celebrate inside of it. The celebration doesn't last very long however as The Black Hand arrives on the scene.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
The first competitor they come into contact with is Derek Cosmos. Grimm grabs him from behind, sets him up and drops him face-first onto the guardrail. Cosmos' head snaps back as he makes contact. He then hits the floor with a thud. He appears to be knocked unconscious by the attack.
The Black Hand doesn't care. They continue to make their way into the ring.
Showtime, Grimm and Sadistic enter the ring and come face-to-face with the victorious Gem and Eira. Their celebration has long stopped and the two competitors stare down the three members of The Black Hand.
Suddenly, however, the stare down doesn't look quite as lopsided. Whitey Ford has returned to his feet and he's now standing alongside Gem and Eira. The unlikely trio isn't backing down from The Black Hand.
Showtime smiles and he demands that a ring attendant bring him a microphone.
Michael Wryght: "So... you three really want to do this, huh? Well fine. We'll do this."
The crowd cheers.
Michael Wryght: "But not quite yet. No, we'll do this later on... at Mass Destruction."
The crowd is momentarily disappointed that the collision between these two teams won't come tonight, but they love the idea of it coming at Mass Destruction.
Michael Wryght: "But it won't just be a match... because we don't just want to beat you in a match. You see, the event is called 'Mass Destruction' and so what we want to do is to destroy you. We want the three of you in what we're calling a 'Complete Destruction Match'."
The crowd is unsure of how to react, not knowing what a "Complete Destruction Match" actually is.
Michael Wryght: "What is a 'Complete Destruction Match?' It's pretty simple. A steel cage surrounds the ring and the ringside area. The match starts with two opponents. Every two minutes, another competitor enters. Once all six competitors are in the ring, you can be eliminated by pinfall or submission. The match ends when all three members of one team are eliminated and destroyed."
Showtime drops the mic. Eira, Gem and Ford haven't budged or backed down at all. All three competitors slowly nod as if to say that they accept the challenge. However, what they haven't noticed is that Sadistic has slipped out of the ring and he's now behind the three Black Hand rivals! Sadistic grabs Eira from behind and he throws her right into Whitey Ford's back! Ford stumbles forward from the move and Sadistic quickly leaves the scene along with the other two members of his team.
Whitey Ford turns and sees that Eira was the one who came crashing into him from behind. He doesn't stop to think about the situation. Instead, he throws a right hand! Eira returns the favour! The two so-called teammates now start unloading on one another with blows! Gem tries to break up the fight, but Ford shoves her down to the mat. Gem has seen enough and now she attacks Whitey Ford!
The Black Hand stands on the outside of the ring with evil grins on their faces as PCW officials rush into the ring to break up the Eira/Ford/Gem battle.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it has been on Trauma! We've had a few big matches made for Mass Destruction already! First, we were told that Nathan Saniti will defend his International Title against the winner of a huge number one contenders match that will take place on the next episode of Trauma!
Ace Anderson: Then we found out that somehow - SOMEHOW - Tha Joka is getting a shot at the North American Championship when he faces Justin "Stormm" Michaels in a match that will not be sanctioned by PCW!
Jerry Andrews: And then, from what we just heard a few moments ago, it looks like The Black Hand's challenge for a "Complete Destruction" Cage Match has been accepted by Gem, Eira and Whitey Ford!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, if those three can manage to avoid killing one another before we get to Mass Destruction!
Jerry Andrews: Well, as you can see folks, The Black Hand is still here at ringside. They've been stalking around the ring all throughout the commercial break and now they're set to face three PCW champions in a six-person tag match!
Ace Anderson: All PCW champions in one match!? Amazing!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following six-person tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring: Michael Wryght, Grimm and the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sadistic - The Black Hand!"
And their opponents.....
"White Rabbit" by Collide plays and psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. He saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop my head. He barely notices the audience reaction, whether good or bad most of the time, though he will acknowledge them if they're cheering. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosses my hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, he has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there!
"He is the PCW International Champion: Nathan Saniti!"
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.
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.
"And, his first tag team partner, he is the King of the Underground: Cory 'The Bear' Steel!"
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!"
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!"
"And... he is the PCW North American Champion...."
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!"
"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.
All six competitors stare at one another. The bell rings. The staredown continues. Finally, the referee manages to get control of the match somewhat and the contest begins with Michael Wryght facing off against Nathan Saniti.
Saniti tries to lockup with Showtime but Showtime quickly throws Saniti’s arms off him and then drop kicks him to the mat. Showtime then walks over to Saniti, pulls him to his feet and suplexes him down to the mat. Showtime then takes Saniti and whips him into the corner turnbuckle, right in the Black Hand's corner. Showtime then attacks Nathan Saniti with punches. The ref allows Wryght to get 10 punches in before telling him to back off.
Michae Wryght then drops an elbow on Saniti’s head before tagging in Grimm. Grimm and Showtime then double team Saniti and hit him with a double DDT. Grimm then drags Saniti to the center of the ring and he drops him with a snap DDT. He goes for the cover, but Saniti kicks out at two. Grimm pulls him up, but Saniti breaks free and he drives his elbow into the side of Grimm's head. Grimm is staggered. Saniti then leaps up and hits him with a dropkick, sending Grim crashing into his own corner. Grimm quickly tags Showtime back into the match.
Sanitia charges at Showtime, but Wryght ducks it and he drops Saniti with a big right hand. He then delivers a series of stomps to his fallen opponent. Showtime then picks up Saniti and slams him to the mat with a slingshot suplex taking the wind out of Saniti.
He then walks over his corner and he tags Grimm back into the match.
Saniti leaps up and immediately attacks Grimm as he enters the ring. Nathan Saniti whips Grimm off the ropes and then goes for a clothesline only to have Grimm sidestep it. He then he gives Saniti a knee to the ribs and then picks him up and body slams him to the mat. Grimm then steps on Saniti's chest.
Grimm stands Saniti up, whips him into the corner buckle and then lands a series of shoulder blocks on him before whipping him to the opposite corner. Saniti hits the turnbuckle hard and he collapses to the mat. Grimm then goes for the pin. 1...2... Saniti kicks out. Grimm then stands Saniti up and Irish whips him once more. Sanitia reverses it and he throws Grimm off of the ropes. He then leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana! Grimm is sent flying and he rolls out of the ring to compose himself as the crowd cheers.
Nathan Saniti takes this opportunity to tag in Justin Michaels. Grimm slowly returns to the ring and he tags Sadistic into the match. The two competitors face off. Stormm swings a punch, but Sadistic blocks it and returns fire with a shot of his own! Stormm battles back with a series of punches to the gut on Sadistic. Stormm lands a jawbreaker. Sadistic staggers a bit and grabs the ropes to hold himself steady. Justin Michaels then lands a series of shots to the chest on Sadistic. Sadistic covers up and backs into the corner. Michaels approaches him and Sadistic hits him with a big kick to the midsection. He then drops him with a Russian leg sweep.
Sadistic stands Stormm up, whips him off the ropes and then gives him a vicious clothesline to the mat. Sadistic then pulls Stormm up from the mat again. Michaels battles back with a series of forearm smashes to the chin. Michaels swings at his opponent. Sadistic dodges it and answers with a snap mare on Stormm. Sadistic then makes his way to his corner and he tags in Grimm. Michaels also heads to his corner where he tags Cory Steel into the match.
Steel charges at Grimm. Grimm dodges out of the way. He swings at Steel, but Cory Steel ducks the shot. He then shoves Grimm backwards, which causes him to stagger into the corner. Steel charges at him, but Grimm dodges out of the way once again. The Bear manages to stop himself before he hits the corner and he turns around to face his opponent once again. Grimm swings once more, and Steel blocks it. He sets Grimm up, but Grimm breaks free from the hold. Grimm tags in Showtime.
Now Cory Steel faces off against Michael Wryght. Steel charges him and he tackles him down to the mat. Steel unloads with a series of right hands, but Wryght covers up to block the shots. Showtime now shoves The Bear off of him. Steel finds himself in his own corner and he reaches up and tags in Nathan Saniti.
Saniti bursts into the ring with a great deal of energy. He dives at Showtime, hitting him with a running shoulder block. Showtime is dropped to the mat. He then pulls him up and Irish whips him off of the ropes. Wryght manages to reach up and tag in Grimm while he bounces off of the ropes. Saniti doesn't notice the tag and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat. He turns around however and he's hit with a big boot from Grimm.
Showtime is back up on his feet and the two start to double team Saniti. Stormm rushes into the ring to break up the double team and that sends Sadistic into the ring which sends Cory Steel into the ring! All six competitors are in the ring now and the referee has clearly lost control of this match-up!
Eddie Lane tries to gain control but he's shoved down to the mat by someone.... no one can quite tell who in all of the chaos! Referee Lane stands up and he tries to control the match once again, but it's now far too late for that. All six competitors are still in the ring, a brawl is developing and no one is going to be convinced to settle down by a single referee.
Eddie Lane has no choice but to call for the bell. The crowd boos. The six competitors inside the ring don't seem to care one bit as they continue to battle with one another.
Jerry Andrews: Dammit! These six guys were so evenly matched and so intense! I wanted to see a decisive finish to this!
Ace Anderson: Me too! It was quite a hard-fought, tough match between six guys who took everything their opponent's had and kept going!
Somehow Cory Steel is tossed out of the ring and Sadistic follows him to the outside. This leaves Stormm, Saniti, Showtime and Grimm inside the ring. The sides aren't even for long, however, as Sadistic manages to toss a chair into the ring before turning his attention back to Cory Steel!
Grimm grabs the chair and swings it at Nathan Saniti, but Saniti ducks and Grimm accidentally hits Showtime in the back instead! Saniti now tackles Grimm down to the mat! Stormm heads to the outside to pull Sadistic off of Cory Steel, but suddenly he's attacked by Tha Joka who appeared from basically out of no where! He likely came through the crowd, but no one can be completely sure! Stormm and Joka continue the brawl from earlier this evening, leaving the Black Hand with the numbers advantage once again!
Sadistic grabs Cory Steel and he throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd! He then returns to the ring where Nathan Saniti is now armed with a chair and doing quite well for himself against Grimm and Showtime! Sadistic takes Saniti down from behind. Then he pulls him up and drops him with a Sadistic DDT!
Cory Steel is back up and he returns to the ring now! He's immediately swarmed by all three members of The Black Hand who tackle him down to the mat and unload on him. After several minutes of brawling, The Black Hand manages to toss both Steel and Saniti out of the ring. The three members of The Black Hand take a moment to recover from the hard-fought battle they just went through. They finally compose themselves and turn to leave the ring. However, as they turn towards the entrance way their eyes meet the eyes of Eira, Whitey Ford and Gem.
Kristoff Michaelson def. Braddock
Stacy Jones def. LIGHT
High Tide def. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Alexa Black def. "Wide Load" Bubba Bob
Tha Joka def. Seth Archer
Eira & Gem def. Derek Cosmos & Whitey Ford
The Black Hand fought to a draw against Nathan Saniti, Justin "Stormm" Michaels & "The Bear" Cory Steel
Thanks for reading and for participating. The next card will be up soon!
Suddenly he finds himself standing face-to-face with PCW President Frank Foley who is not alone. Standing behind him are several members of the PCW security team. The two sides stare at one another. Foley and the guards are certainly not pleased to see Tha Joka officially back in PCW, but they eventually step aside and allow Joka to make his way to the locker room area. Joka smiles and continues his walk, closing the door to his locker room behind him.
Tuesday February 17th, 2015
After the show's opening plays, the cameras are now at ringside. The crowd is cheering as Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson welcome us to tonight's episode of Trauma.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to PCW Trauma. I am Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson....
Ace Anderson: I'm sorry, but can you believe that The Joka is being allowed back into the PCW Arena after what he's done over the last several weeks!?
Jerry Andrews: It's shocking but it's true. Several members of PCW staff and many PCW competitors petitioned Frank Foley, requesting that Joka be reinstated. I don't know if it's because they wanted his attacks to stop or if they wanted to get a piece of him in the ring but...
Ace Anderson: So we've negotiated with terrorists now, right? That's pretty much it. Joka terrorized PCW and he ended up getting what he wanted. This is a sad state of affairs for this company.
Jerry Andrews: Well, he is on a very short leash tonight. If he doesn't abide by the rules of Pure Class Wrestling, his contract will be terminated.
Ace Anderson: It just makes me sick.
Jerry Andrews: I know it does, buddy, but try to focus on the rest of the card we have for you tonight. Seven great matches including our huge main event which will see every PCW champion compete in one match!
Ace Anderson: Okay, I'm definitely looking forward to that!
Jerry Andrews: And how about our first match? PCW is a place where competitors from all over the world want to prove themselves and we've got two new athletes that will step between the PCW ropes for the first time tonight.
Ace Anderson: I love watching new talent try to show that they have what it takes to compete in PCW!
Double Debut Singles Match
Braddock vs. Kristoff Michaelson
Referee: Nigel Gale
Braddock vs. Kristoff Michaelson
Referee: Nigel Gale
The arena goes dark and the rhythm of "The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch and whilst in darkness, Kristoff comes and stands on stage with his head down, allowing his hair to cover his face and a small fog begins to drift in underneath him. As the pace quickens and the drums finally come into play, Kristoff slowly lifts his head and arms as flashing strobe lights begin to light up the stage. With the vocals starting, Kristoff allows his arms to drop before walking slowly to the ring.
"JOHNNY CASH AND PBR! JACK DANIELS! NASCAR!"
"Introducing...from Round Rock, Texas....weighing in at 190 pounds..."
Kristoff walks past the crowd's outstretched hands by staying in the middle of the ramp whilst walking. He will look around the crowd with disdain before getting to the ring.
"I AM....WHAT YOU FEAR MOST....I AM....WHAT YOU NEED"
"Kristoff Michaelson!!"
Kristoff steps onto the ring apron and steps into the ring before looking around at the crowd once again before stepping onto the middle rope and leaning against the top rope to stare at the crowd. Finally smirking and then stepping away from the ropes.
"And his opponent..."
"I Will be Heard" by Hatebreed explodes through the speakers and out from the back walks Braddock. He strolls down to the ring before climbing the ring steps. He wipes his feet before entering the ring and holds a fist in the air.
"From Santa Cruz, California.... Braddock!"
The bell rings and we’re underway with the double debut of PCW’s two newest superstars. Braddock starts the match with a series of boxing-style punches right off the bat, hitting Michaelson in the face and chest as he was unprepared for the sudden onslaught. Kristoff raises his hands to block the punches and returns with his own assault of punches, followed up with some precision kicks to the legs and stomach, causing Braddock to double over as Michelson grabs him and hits an early DDT.
Kristoff Michaelson kneels down on the canvas, swiftly grabbing the lower leg of the fallen Braddock and bending it into a textbook ankle lock, going for a very early submission here as referee Nigel Gale drops down to get a closer look. Michaelson twists the ankle and holds it there, causing intense pain to the newcomer Braddock who is slowly crawling to try and get to the ropes.
The crowd chants seem mixed as nobody has made up their mind about these two new upstarts with chants of “Let’s Go Braddock” and “Let’s Go Kristoff” being uttered in sequence. After a few more attempts, Braddock gets a hand around the lower rope and Kristoff lets go of the hold, standing back up with a smile on his face, proud to have made an immediate impact.
He doesn’t wait for Braddock to rise, instead, helping him up and lifting the large athlete up for what looked like a german duplex but Braddock hits with two elbows to the face of the charismatic Michaelson, forcing him to release the hold. Braddock bounces off the ropes and Michaelson hits the startled athlete with a thunderous clothesline from hell. Kristoff grins as he looks down at the lifeless body of his opponent.
Braddock, the larger built guy, finally gets to his feet and he looks pissed. He may have thought this would be an easy win considering his size and style but he hasn’t been able to get off the blocks. He runs forward and knocks Kristoff down with a spear before begging him to get up, which he does rather quickly. Braddock goes to hit a second spear but Kristoff dodges it with a sidestep.
Both men now at opposite sides of the ring looking determined to succeed. They lock up, Braddock gets the initiative due to his strength and wraps his arms around Michaelson, sliding behind and hitting an incredible full nelson!
Braddock begins to look pumped up now as he starts an offence, beckoning Kristoff to get up once more and he does, slower than before and Braddock hits another hard clothesline, knoking him to the canvas and dropping down to hook the leg.
1….
2….
NO!
Kristoff kicks out and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Braddock goes for another spear but Kristoff moves slightly and trips the big man over, Braddock hitting the centre of the canvas with a hard slam. Michaelson quickly rushes over and wraps his arms around the face of the fallen Braddock, locking in the crossface that he calls the Drip Feed.
Braddock flails around in pain as the pain intensifies and Kristoff grunts as he puts more and more pressure onto the neck and spine of Braddock. Braddock tries desperately to get to the ropes but the pain is excruciating and after attempt after attempt he relinquishes and taps out with referee Nigel Gale calling for the bell. Michaelson doesn’t let go though, in fact, he pulls tighter and tighter, the pressure uncomfortable to look at and the referee has to literally pull the men apart. Gale threatens to call the security team but Kristoff just laughs and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp with his arm raised high, getting his first victory in PCW and leaving Braddock dazed and confused in the middle of the ring.
Winner by Pinfall: Kristoff Michaelson @ 5:32
As Trauma returns, the cameras are focused backstage, -way- backstage.
Gem is seen walking through the arena, stretching and preparing for her match tonight. Suddenly, Eira appears and she gets the drop on Gem. A quick sparring match ensues. After a few moments of tense martial arts combat, Gem finally gets the upperhand and she locks Eira in a compromising position.
Eira pauses and looks Gem directly in the eyes. She twists in Gem's hold only to bare her throat, literally.
"I trust you. You've seen enough of me to trust in what I can do. Mutual trust is the only way we're going to get through this."
Gem releases Eira from the hold. Eira offers her partner in tonight's match a genuine, uncharacteristically warm smile and an outstretched hand.
"Deal?"
Gem shakes her hand. The shot then cuts back to ringside.
Jerry Andrews: Gem and Eira will team up later tonight to face off against the unlikely team of Whitey Ford and Derek Cosmos!
Ace Anderson: This card is just full of great matches!
Jerry Andrews: Speaking of great matches, what about our next one? LIGHT had an impressive debut on the last episode of Trauma, but how will he do against the veteran Stacy Jones?
Ace Anderson: We'll find out next!
Singles Match
LIGHT vs. Stacy Jones
Referee: Ty Little
LIGHT vs. Stacy Jones
Referee: Ty Little
“ALL OF THE LIGHTS!” by Kanye West hits the speakers as the lights drop out inside the arena. As the horns of the song start to sound, LIGHT jogs out onto the stage and starts bouncing up and down warming up for the match. He heads down the ramp, light on his toes and clapping his hands with the fans. In one easy hop, he moves from the floor and up to the ring apron, lit by a single spotlight the entire time. He jumps over the top rope and runs across the ring, jumping up to the middle rope and pointing to that side of the arena as the lights in that half of the building come up. LIGHT jumps off the middle buckle, twisting in mid air and slamming his fist to the mat as the lights in the rest of the building come up. He stays on one knee, and looks up directly into the camera outside with a smile before standing up and waiting for the bell.
No sooner does LIGHT reach his position in-ring than “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry bangs through the speakers as Stacy Jones appears on stage facing away from the ramp as the cameras see her from behind as the lyrics kick in before she turns with a grin and begins her strut to the ring, adjusting her gloves as she walks confidently.
As she approaches the ring, she steps between the ropes and rests against a turnbuckle as she waits for her the bell to ring.
The ref steps forward, Ty Little giving a quick word to the competitors before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Stacy Jones launches into an aggressive attack, backing the LIGHT towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Ducking and dodging under Jones’ swings in an impressive display of agility, LIGHT forces Jones to keep on themove. Stacy attempts to lock up with LIGHT, going for an arm drag but LIGHT locks himself in place to step in with one leg, going for a trip and dropping the Stacy to the mat. LIGHT peppers Stacy with a flurry of quick strikes, Little warning him off and LIGHT wrapping Jones up into a tight package for the first pin attempt of the match!
- Kickout!
Not even a one count and Jones kicks out, LIGHT backing himself towards the ropes as both competitors rise, but no sooner does Stacy gain her feet than she immediately goes in for an armbar, LIGHT going along with the move and countering with his own, but The Perfection of Adaptation counters the counter! Landing on her feet, she hits the ropes, using the rebound to charge at LIGHT who drops to his knees and ducks forward - the running clothesline flying past overhead! Stacy Jones uses her momentum to rapidly scale the ropes, throwing herself in a picturesque moonsault - but LIGHT rolls to the side! Stacy crashes into the mat, LIGHT quick to capitalize on the situation and lay into Jones with another series of precision strikes until again warned away by Ty Little, retreating to a corner as Jones makes her more unsteady way up to her feet. Quickly shaking off the cobwebs, Stacy follows LIGHT into the corner, the two competitors exchanging blows - LIGHT’s superior strength against Jones’ out and out aggression. Stacy manages to dodge a fist, grabbing the attached arm and wrenching it into an uncomfortable armbar, using it as leverage to hiptoss LIGHT to the mat! Stacy hastily attempts to wrap LIGHT in a pin, barking at Little to come make the count!
...1!
...2 - kickout!
LIGHT kicks out at the two-count, Stacy backing off to let her rise, no sooner letting him gain his feet than she absolutely hammers him with a brutal dropkick! Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, struggling to gain the upper hand. LIGHT can’t seem to power the resilient Stacy into a pinning predicament, and even the submission-savvy Jones can’t seem to keep ahold the shiny luchador! They separate of their own accord, LIGHT stands first and manages to catch Stacy off guard, stepping for a quick soccer kick directed at Jones’s head and dropping her to the mat! Slipping in for a hasty pin, LIGHT’s eyes are on Little as he goes to make the count!
...1!
...2!
.. -NO!
Stacy Jones POWERS out of the hold, using sheer ballast and her knowledge of submission-style tactics to escape the pin! Both competitors scrambling to their feet, Stacy is just a few seconds quicker to rise and blasts LIGHT in the sternum with a superkick! LIGHT flies back-first into a turnbuckle and collapses to the mat, Jones following him down and tying him up savagely with an extra rough pin attempt.
...1!
...2!
...3!
Winner by Pinfall: Stacy Jones @ 11:13
Jerry Andrews: A big win for Stacy Jones and.... what in the hell!?
Ace Anderson: Who is that!?
A man jumps over the guardrail holding a steel pipe! Before anyone can react, the man drills Stacy Jones in the stomach with the pipe as she's leaving the ring, doubling her over! The man then cracks the steel pipe across Stacy's back, sending her crashing down to the floor.
The attacker then looks up and gazes around the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Wait... I think I know who that is! I think that's..... Dillon Durst!
Ace Anderson: You're right! He had a few matches in PCW a while back! But what is he doing here right now?
Jerry Andrews: I have no idea!
Ace Anderson: I believe Durst and Jones were both employed by the same wrestling company about five or seven years ago, does this stem back to then?
Jerry Andrews: Like I know! I only watch PCW!
Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing!? Someone stop him!
Durst isn't done. He lifts the steel pipe up again and he drives it down into Stacy Jones' chest. And again. And again. Finally, PCW security guards arrive. Durst turns and jumps back over the guardrail, leaving the steel pipe behind as evidence of his crime.
Singles Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. High Tide
Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. High Tide
Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.
The recently returned High Tide is out first for this bout and receives a warm reception from the Faithful. “You Are a Pirate!” by Alestorm escorts the pirate to the ring as he captains an imaginary ship down the aisle. Ever the professional, Tide even pulls out a spyglass upon entering the ring to survey the crowd. Climbing atop the nearest turnbuckle, he fires off imaginary cannons so powerful that the recoil knocks him off his perch while fireworks shoot from all four corners!
“10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” by Dope Stars Inc. heralds the arrival of the cagey veteran, Tyrone Smith. Riding a winning streak, Crazy Boy emerges from the entrance and the theatrical smoke with a fist pumping in the air. The fans clearly love them some Crazy Boy. Entering the ring, Smith warms up by bouncing off the ropes a couple times before pumping his fist one last time.
This battle features two familiar opponents who have clashed for the North American Championship in the past and have similar styles. We're bound to see a lot of high flying and risk taking in this bout. Fans, get your cameras ready. Tyrone is the first to extend his hand and Tide quickly accepts his offer of sportsmanship, drawing a smattering of applause from the crowd. The two circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Smith, who enjoys a thirty-plus pound weight advantage, drives the pirate back into the corner but gives him a clean break. Meeting in the center of the ring again, High Tide is quick to grab a headlock. Crazy Boy lifts the pirate for a back suplex, but Tide is able to backflip to his feet.
Reversals are met with counters and counters are met with reversals by both of these nimble competitors. High Tide flips around making liberal use of the ropes to reverse his way out of Crazy Boy's grasp while Tyrone seemingly makes up counters as he goes along. It doesn't take long for the risk takers to go airborne. High Tide impresses with a variety moonsaults, hurricanrannas, and springboard spinning heel kicks, but Crazy Boy refuses to be outdone. Missile dropkicks, frog splashes, and scissors kicks are used to combat the vengeful pirate. It's becoming clear that the two are striving to steal the show with Match of the Night!
The action begins to intensify as each man pulls out all the stops in the name of victory. Smith grabs a slight advantage and is quick to exploit it. Crazy Boy hits the Crazy Airlines, but is only able to get a two-count. Tyrone connects with the Crazy Drop after that, but instead of going for the pin he locks in the Crazy Nerve Hold! Perhaps High Tide still needs to knock off a little ring rust as it appears he's run out of gas. Somehow, the pirate is able to reach the ropes and Crazy Boy reluctantly breaks the hold. But just long enough to lift High Tide into the air for the Crazy Slam!
Quick as a cat, Tide slips out and stuns Crazy Boy with a clothesline before heading to the top rope. Tide is ready to go Off The Plank! with his shooting star DDT...! Smith rolls out of the way...but High Tide is able to land on his feet! Smith pounces in a flash and attempts the Crazy Slam again, but the swashbuckler blocks and spins around behind Crazy Boy. Pulling him to the mat with the Pirate Code, High Tide is able to squeak out the victory with his schoolboy pin for a three-count! The fans honor both men with a standing ovation after the match. Tyrone Smith approaches High Tide from behind and spins him around...and offers him a congratulatory handshake. The fans let out a cheer of appreciation as High Tide gladly accepts the offer.
Winner by Pinfall: High Tide @ 13:03
High Tide raises his arms in the air and walks out of the ring. Crazy Boy stays behind and he calls for a microphone.
Crazy Boy: "It's not very often I actually talk in the ring. Normally, I let my wrestling do my talking for me, but there is just something I really need to get off of my chest."
Crazy Boy stands there for a second, absorbing the cheers that the crowd is throwing him as he flashes a smile and continues to speak.
Crazy Boy: "These past few weeks, I have made my presence known. I have defeated the former and longest reigning PCW World Champion in Whitey Ford and turned around the next week and beat Alexa Black. I turned it up again this week and put on a hell of a performance against High Tide. I think I am finally getting the recognition I deserve and it's time to step it up even further."
Tyrone starts to pace the ring like a rabid dog, the microphone not leaving close from his mouth, flashing another smile and continues to speak.
Crazy Boy: "I've decided it's time for me to throw my name in the hat for a title shot. I deserve it. I've had a hell of a start to 2015 so far. It's only natural that I take it to the next level and try for some championship gold once again."
The cheers erupt as The Crazy One holds up his hand for silence as he stops dead in his tracks, staring at the fans who have supported him for so long.
Crazy Boy: "I've thought about this for a couple of weeks, and you may be wondering what title I am throwing my hat into? Hardcore? North American? The answer to both of them are no. And I'm sure not so crazy to go after the World title right now, as Sadistic is on the roll of his lifetime. That only leaves one title left in question."
Crazy Boy grins and gestures expansively, nodding his head slowly.
Crazy Boy: "That's right. I've decided it's time for me to throw my name into the pool for the International Championship. I'm going to chase Nathan Santini and I plan to beat him to become the new PCW International Champion. Enjoy it while and lasts and thanks for warming up that title for me."
Another flash of a smile and Crazy Boy drops the mic on the ground. Suddenly, PCW President Frank Foley appears in the entrance way with a microphone of his own.
Frank Foley: "You know what, Tyrone, you're right. You do deserve a chance to compete for the International Championship. But you're not the only one. The man who defeated you here tonight, High Tide, deserves a shot as well. And so does Derek Cosmos. And Alexa Black. And several others as well. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm booking a number one contenders match for the next episode of Trauma and the winner of the match will face Nathan Saniti for the International Championship at PCW Mass Destruction!"
Crazy Boy seems pleased with this announcement. So do the PCW Faithful.
Frank Foley: "As for who exactly will be competing in that match, you'll find out very soon on the brand new PCWrestling.org!"
Singles Match
"Wide Load" Bubba Bob vs. Alexa Black
Referee: Manny Cruz
"Wide Load" Bubba Bob vs. Alexa Black
Referee: Manny Cruz
The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Black Widow” by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile as she walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman. She mocks the crowd and badmouths fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh. As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron, the booing trailing off as the music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her next victim.
"Fat" by Weird Al hits the loud speakers. The camera goes onto the entrance way. A big fat man wearing a black leather vest and jean shorts walks out to cheers from the audience. His fat, hairy belly is there for the world to see. He walks slowly to the ring one hand holding a bag of cheesy poofs while the other hand shovels them into his face, his stride a bit staggered and swaying - the beer stains down the front of his ratty tank top more than enough of a clue as to his state of inebriation.
The ref steps forward, Manny Cruz giving a quick word to the competitors and an extra assertive warning to Alexa Black (which she ignores, of course) before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Alexa Black immediately launches into an aggressive attack, breaking Wide Load’s leer and backing the surprised man towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Bubba manages to deflect the first few strikes with sheer dumb luck until Black, frustrated, hauls off and delivers a sharp uppercut to the chin! Bubba’s head is snapped back on his neck, Alexa following up the initial strike with a series of vicious,savage jabs - it’s blindingly obvious that The Black Widow is taking exactly none of the Wide Load tonight!
Bubba Bob manages to break free with a flailing shove, and attempts to take the initiative, streaking across the ring towards Alexa who quickly sidesteps, using the follow through to send him careening into the ropes! Bubba bounces off the ropes, Alexa catching him on the rebound, using a mean-looking Irish whip to wing him towards the ropes AGAIN! Bob hits the rebound hard, springing forward towards Alexa in a haphazard attack - his very clumsiness enables him to land the hit! Alexa is taken out at the chest with a vicious spear, both competitors sent sprawling across the mat! Alexa quickly regains her feet and lays in a series of mean little stomps, until Cruz shouts a warning, Black then taking the opportunity to lock Bubba Bob up for a pin!
..1!
- kickout!
Bubba gets his shoulder up before just before the 2 count, Alexa exploding into action and lunging from a kneeling position to take Wide Load down by sheer surprise! The two competitors struggle on the mat, Alexa finally straddling Bubba’s chest and hammers down mounted punches into Bob’s chest and face! Finally having stunned the man, Alexa ties him up again into a painful hold. Bubba wriggles in futility as Black barks at Cruz to come make the count; Wide Load struggling like a stranded, mentally delayed walrus in his efforts to escape.
..1!
...2!
.. - kickout!
Bubba manages to heft a boot at the last second (causing a disgusted groan from the “can see up his shorts from this angle” section of the audience) and kicks out, Alexa releasing and sauntering away, leaving Bubba Bob to haul himself up with the ropes. No sooner does Wide Load gain a vertical base than Alexa immediately charges forward in another grapple attempt, Bubba again using sheer mass to push her away! Alexa goes stumbling back but keeps her feet, hitting the ropes again and using the rebound to charge at Bubba, who incredibly manages to duck the running clothesline! Alexa bounces off the ropes one more time, arm up as if for a clothesline but she takes him down at the last second with a mean looking spear to the abdomen! Alexa Black’s face twisted into a mean scowl, she takes a few running steps start before adding a vicious elbow drop to the prone Bubba’s gut!
Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, Alexa’s strong, lithe form keeping her one move ahead of Bubba Bob at all times, the effect unfortunately like that of watching a lumbering hog chase a fox. Alexa’s amusement in harassing the large man finally wears off, the woman kipping up and backpedaling to the turnbuckle, taking a strong stance and beckoning to her opponent with a sly smile on her face. Winded, embarrassed, and visibly frustrated, Bubba Bob charges forward - clearly ready to snap the two bit hussy in half! The entire PCW arena lets out a sympathetic “OOOOOOH.” as Alexa meets the charge with a brutal Brogue Kick to the face! An audible crunch and spurt of blood from the face is the last animation anyone sees out of Wide Load as his quivering bulk goes crashing to the mat, falling gratefully to rest in a gradually spreading pool of his own blood.
Slipping in for the cover, Alexa shouts at Cruz to come make the count, Alexa draped almost seductively over Bubba Bob’s ominously still form as she waits for Manny to make the call that to all assembled is a forgone conclusion.
...1!
...2!
...3!
Winner by Pinfall: Alexa Black (K.O.!) @ 5:19
PCW medical staff swarms the scene as Alexa makes her way backstage, taunting the fans and tossing more offensive slurs towards the blissfully unconscious man in the ring as “Black Widow” once again rocks its way out of the PCW loudspeakers.
Suddenly, Alexa is cut off by the imposing figures of Samson Cage and Fraizer Knight. The two sides engage in a stand off.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh.... this isn't going to be good!
Ace Anderson: Imagine standing face-to-face with those two monsters?
Rather than wait for either man to attack, Alexa Black tries to give herself a fighting chance and she swings at Cage. He's struck in the side of the head with a fist and is left staggered. Alexa Black pounces on him like a tiger on a steak, unloading on him with a series of blows.
The numbers game catches up to Alexa unfortunately as Knight attacks her from behind. He slugs her in the spine with a double axehandle and then pulls her off of Samson Cage. Alexa Black fights and struggles, but Knight sets her up and he drops her with a big powerslam onto the concrete! Alexa Black hits the floor with a sickening thud.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!
The Faces of Fear aren't done yet, however. Cage picks her up off of the floor only to drop her with The R.I.P (Rest In Pieces) again onto the concrete.
The two huge men glare down at Alexa Black now.
Samson Cage: "It didn't have to be this way, Alexa."
Fraizer Knight: "But now we'll have to destroy you."
With that, The Faces of Fear leave the ringside area just as members of the PCW medical team rush out to check on the obviously injured Alexa Black.
Singles Match
Tha Joka vs. Seth Archer
Referee: Charles Lim
Tha Joka vs. Seth Archer
Referee: Charles Lim
After weeks of unsanctioned violence and downright brutality, the PCW brass have finally decided to reinstate the Court Jester of Wrestling and put an end to the madness. But where is he? Under the ring? In the crowd? Quite literally the Man in the Ceiling? Wonder no more! The arena blackens, sending a collective shiver up the spines of the PCW Faithful! Marilyn Manson graces the speakers as Joka's horrific Willy Wonka parody announces his return to action.
“Stop the boat!”
The creepy entrance continues as “Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggity-Zag” plays from the speakers. Arguably the strangest, yet most intimidating entrance in wrestling, the muscular Joka continues to the ring. It's clear that the fans don't like him, but they're also a bit frightened by the known sadist. Even through the entrance routine – the windmilling of the dreads, the spider crawl of the ring post, the pyros – one thing is apparent: Joka is hungry...for blood!
“Bulletproof” by 12 Stones hits next to a popular reaction from the crowd. However, Seth's entrance is anything but routine. There is no pyro. Hell, Seth isn't even dressed for competition. Instead, he wears a stylish pair of jeans, a plain black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, and a pair of big black sunglasses. In fact, the camera is unable to get a clear shot of his face. The oddest part is his companion – an authoritative type dressed in very smart business attire. It looks like a lawyer. Seth's lawyer. The white collar shark enters the ring to have a few words with referee Charles Lim. It's worthy of note that Seth stops short of entering the ring. In fact, it's quite clear by his mannerisms that he has no intention of stepping into the squared-circle.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we've heard rumors all week that Seth Archer was taking legal action against PCW for placing him in an unsafe work environment in this match against Tha Joka.
Ace Anderson: Can you honestly blame him? Joka's nuts!
After about twenty seconds, the attorney wraps up his conversation with the PCW official with a handshake and exits the ring. With that, he and his client turn and head back up the ramp to confused boos from the crowd. Joka is becoming more and more irate with each passing second. Charles Lim reluctantly explains the situation to the timekeeper and moments later it is announced that Joka has been awarded the match via forfeit. Boos are showered from the cheap seats.
Winner via Forfeit: Tha Joka
But Joka will have none of that. Somebody is going to feel pain tonight, he can guarandamntee it! Without warning, the jester shows everyone why he's the Master of the DDT by driving Charles Lim's head into the canvas! The boos intensify as Joka hovers over the poor referee. Reaching down and slipping as many fingers as he can into Lim's mouth and cheek, he proceeds to drag him off the mat by his face! Lifting the zebra into a vertical suplex position for several seconds, he eventually drives him into the mat with the Sadist Slam!
Ace Anderson: Come on! This is why this man shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a PCW ring!
Charles Lim is being beaten to a pulp by the clown when a flood of security guards rush down the ramp. The fans erupt as an orange flash plows through the center of the PCW security and dives under the bottom rope! Joka turns just in time to catch a spear from Justin “Stormm” Michaels! The fans are on their feet as both men begin exchanging fists while rolling around on the mat. The security guards – there must be nearly twenty of them – are finally able to pry the men apart! Joka and Michaels hurl threats and insults at one another as they try to fight through the body of humanity separating them.
Suddenly, Frank Foley is at ringside and he has a microphone in his hand. Throughout all of the chaos in the ring it's hard to focus on the president's words. He realizes this and starts yelling into the microphone in a rage.
Frank Foley: "Okay! Enough! Enough dammit! ENOUGH!!! That's it Joka! That's it! I didn't want to reinstate you in the first place and now I realize I was wrong to do so. You had a shot tonight and you blew it! It's over! You're fir...."
"Wait just a damn minute!"
Somehow Justin Michaels is beside Foley and he has grabbed the microphone out of his hand.
Justin Michaels: "He doesn't get away that easily. No way! He's not done in PCW until I put him out of PCW. I want Joka one-on-one at Mass Destruction!"
The crowd explodes. Foley takes the microphone back.
Frank Foley: "No way. I've had enough of this man. I can't risk putting him in a PCW ring ever again."
Justin Michaels: "You think he's just going to stop because you fire him? You saw what he's done while he was suspended. Imagine if he was fired? He doesn't listen to authority. But he will listen to me kicking his ass!"
Foley thinks for a moment and then finally speaks.
Frank Foley: "Okay.... but I can't in good faith sanction this match. It can take place at Mass Destruction, but myself and PCW management can't endorse or insure anything that takes place."
Stormm nods and looks directly at tha Joka who is still surrounded by a crowd of security guards, awaiting his response.
Tha Joka: "I want..... the title on the line."
Frank Foley: "No! No way! That's definitely not going to happen. Not in an unsanctioned... "
Justin Michaels: "You're on!"
Frank Foley is beside himself as Stormm drops the microphone and walks away from the ring. Tha Joka smiles and sits down on the floor at ringside, seemingly very pleased with the way everything has turned out for him.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back on PCW Trauma and this next match is certainly going to be an interesting one.
Ace Anderson: You can say that again!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back on PCW Trauma and this next match is certainly going to be an interesting one. We saw Gem and Eira backstage earlier and it seems as though those two are on the same page. But Whitey Ford and Derek Cosmos? How on earth are those two supposed to get along!?
Ace Anderson: They can't. I just can't see a way where those two competitors get on the same page.
Jerry Andrews: Well, we're going to find out right now!
Tag Team Match
Derek Cosmos & Whitey Ford vs. Eira & Gem
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Derek Cosmos & Whitey Ford vs. Eira & Gem
Referee: Joseph Buckland
"The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!"
"Bad Man" by Bobaflex begins to play. The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope.
"Introducing first, from Leeds, Maine: Whitey Ford!"
The opening chords/riffs/what have you of the greatest song ever made, “Galactic” by New Nobility hits throughout the arena and the stage begins to fill with smoke and a cosmic laser light show. After about thirty-seconds, casually walking out of the smoke is Derek Cosmos.
Derek is wearing his black wrestling trunks, you know the ones with the three pinkish purplish stars on the rear and a giant backwards D and a connected C on the front crotch area. Derek is also wearing a black leather jacket, with jewels encrusted into the sleeves; Pinkish purplish jewels, that light up, but jewels nevertheless. Think Bedazzled.
The Galactic Bounty Hunter, as he and only he likes to call himself, walks down the entrance ramp bopping along with Galactic. As he makes his enthusiastic descent down the ramp, he tries to slap hands with the fans; some take him up on the offer, but most ignore him. Bummer. When he finally reaches the ring, he slides in through the bottom rope and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle to the second rope.
"And his tag team partner, from The Outer Reaches of Space: Derek Cosmos!"
Derek throws his arms back, let's out a “Wooo,” and then jumps back down to the mat. Taking off his light-brite bedazzled jacket, his tosses it and turns his attention to his partner. Cosmos raises his hand in the air to high-five Whitey Ford, but Ford just walks away from him in disgust.
Jerry Andrews: So I guess that's how these two are going to get along....
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 - with her friend Grant at her side. As the full orchestral power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp. The Queen of the Underground gracefully acknowledging her fans, gliding her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or murmured word of appreciation as Grant follows. 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 the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside.
"And their opponents: First, already in the ring, she is Gem!"
The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira. She stands absolutely motionless for a few seconds, her left leg with its gleaming, spiked black metal knee brace crossed in front of the right; arms outstretched and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.
While Eira keeps her primary focus on her goal, she offers an occasional smile or nod in response to fans on her way to down the ramp. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.
"And her tag team partner, now joining her in the ring: Eira!"
The bell rings.
The match begins with Gem facing off against Whitey Ford. Ford lunges at her, but Gem dodges out of the way and she hits him with a few timely strikes. With Ford temporarily staggered, Gem hits him with a throat thrust and then leaps up, connecting with a missile dropkick.
Gem pulls Ford up to his feet and she Irish whips him off of the ropes. Ford ducks a clothesline and rebounds off of the ropes, hitting Gem with a big running dropkick. He then pulls her up and throws her into the corner. Ford now starts to work on Gem's midsection with a series of strikes. He finally pulls her out of the corner and sets her up for a suplex. Gem shifts her weight and she drops down behind Ford. She waits a second for her opponent to turn around and then she hits him with a big spin kick to the stomach. Gem the drives the point of her elbow into Ford's back. She then drags him over to her corner and tags in Eira.
Showing great team work, Gem wrenches Ford's arm and Eira hits her hated rival in the stomach with a strong kick. Gem leaves the ring and Eira sets up Ford now. He breaks free and slugs her right in the side of the head. She returns the favor. The two competitors start to unload on one another with a series and right and left hands. You can feel the hatred with each shot. Eventually Ford gets the upperhand when he kicks Eira in the stomach. He then drops her with a DDT and goes for the cover.
He gets two.
Ford pulls Eira up, but this time Eira breaks free and she hits Ford with a chinbreaker. Eira now gets to her feet, leaps up and she hits Whitey Ford with a big hurricanrana! She rolls through and holds on for a cover, but Ford kicks out at two.
Both competitors quickly get to their feet, but is a step faster and she drops Ford with a high-angle dropkick! She then pulls Ford up and throws him into the corner. Eira charges, but Ford drops out of the way at the last second and Eira hits the turnbuckle. Ford stumbles but he makes it over to his corner. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should tag in Derek Cosmos. Eira takes advantage of this situation and she quickly rolls up Whitey Ford from behind for a two-count! Both competitors stand up once again. Whitey Ford ducks a clothesline from Eira and hits her with a strong clothesline of his own. He once again turns to Derek Cosmos and this time he tags him in as the crowd cheers.
Derek Cosmos enters the ring and he immediately goes after Eira, connecting with a clothesline. Eira stands up and Cosmos leaps up with a single leg dropkick. Eira dodges it and Cosmos hits the mat hard. Eira now dives towards her corner and she tags in Gem.
Gem his the ring hot. She drops Derek Cosmos with a right hand just as he is getting to his feet. He gets back up, but she quickly drops him again. Whitey Ford now enters the ring without being tagged in. Gem drops him as well, hitting him with a missile dropkick!
She then turns her attention back to Derek Cosmos. As he steps towards her, she grabs him and hits him with "What Dreams May Come!" Gem then goes for the cover... and gets three!
Winners by Pinfall: Gem & Eira (Gem pins Derek Cosmos)
Derek Cosmos rolls out of the ring as Eira and Gem celebrate inside of it. The celebration doesn't last very long however as The Black Hand arrives on the scene.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
The first competitor they come into contact with is Derek Cosmos. Grimm grabs him from behind, sets him up and drops him face-first onto the guardrail. Cosmos' head snaps back as he makes contact. He then hits the floor with a thud. He appears to be knocked unconscious by the attack.
The Black Hand doesn't care. They continue to make their way into the ring.
Showtime, Grimm and Sadistic enter the ring and come face-to-face with the victorious Gem and Eira. Their celebration has long stopped and the two competitors stare down the three members of The Black Hand.
Suddenly, however, the stare down doesn't look quite as lopsided. Whitey Ford has returned to his feet and he's now standing alongside Gem and Eira. The unlikely trio isn't backing down from The Black Hand.
Showtime smiles and he demands that a ring attendant bring him a microphone.
Michael Wryght: "So... you three really want to do this, huh? Well fine. We'll do this."
The crowd cheers.
Michael Wryght: "But not quite yet. No, we'll do this later on... at Mass Destruction."
The crowd is momentarily disappointed that the collision between these two teams won't come tonight, but they love the idea of it coming at Mass Destruction.
Michael Wryght: "But it won't just be a match... because we don't just want to beat you in a match. You see, the event is called 'Mass Destruction' and so what we want to do is to destroy you. We want the three of you in what we're calling a 'Complete Destruction Match'."
The crowd is unsure of how to react, not knowing what a "Complete Destruction Match" actually is.
Michael Wryght: "What is a 'Complete Destruction Match?' It's pretty simple. A steel cage surrounds the ring and the ringside area. The match starts with two opponents. Every two minutes, another competitor enters. Once all six competitors are in the ring, you can be eliminated by pinfall or submission. The match ends when all three members of one team are eliminated and destroyed."
Showtime drops the mic. Eira, Gem and Ford haven't budged or backed down at all. All three competitors slowly nod as if to say that they accept the challenge. However, what they haven't noticed is that Sadistic has slipped out of the ring and he's now behind the three Black Hand rivals! Sadistic grabs Eira from behind and he throws her right into Whitey Ford's back! Ford stumbles forward from the move and Sadistic quickly leaves the scene along with the other two members of his team.
Whitey Ford turns and sees that Eira was the one who came crashing into him from behind. He doesn't stop to think about the situation. Instead, he throws a right hand! Eira returns the favour! The two so-called teammates now start unloading on one another with blows! Gem tries to break up the fight, but Ford shoves her down to the mat. Gem has seen enough and now she attacks Whitey Ford!
The Black Hand stands on the outside of the ring with evil grins on their faces as PCW officials rush into the ring to break up the Eira/Ford/Gem battle.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it has been on Trauma! We've had a few big matches made for Mass Destruction already! First, we were told that Nathan Saniti will defend his International Title against the winner of a huge number one contenders match that will take place on the next episode of Trauma!
Ace Anderson: Then we found out that somehow - SOMEHOW - Tha Joka is getting a shot at the North American Championship when he faces Justin "Stormm" Michaels in a match that will not be sanctioned by PCW!
Jerry Andrews: And then, from what we just heard a few moments ago, it looks like The Black Hand's challenge for a "Complete Destruction" Cage Match has been accepted by Gem, Eira and Whitey Ford!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, if those three can manage to avoid killing one another before we get to Mass Destruction!
Jerry Andrews: Well, as you can see folks, The Black Hand is still here at ringside. They've been stalking around the ring all throughout the commercial break and now they're set to face three PCW champions in a six-person tag match!
Ace Anderson: All PCW champions in one match!? Amazing!
Six Person Tag Team Match
The Black Hand [Sadistic (World ©), Michael Wryght & Grimm] vs. Nathan Saniti (International ©), Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©), "The Bear" Cory Steel (Underground ♚)
Referee: Eddie Lane
The Black Hand [Sadistic (World ©), Michael Wryght & Grimm] vs. Nathan Saniti (International ©), Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©), "The Bear" Cory Steel (Underground ♚)
Referee: Eddie Lane
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following six-person tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring: Michael Wryght, Grimm and the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sadistic - The Black Hand!"
And their opponents.....
"White Rabbit" by Collide plays and psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. He saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop my head. He barely notices the audience reaction, whether good or bad most of the time, though he will acknowledge them if they're cheering. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosses my hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, he has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there!
"He is the PCW International Champion: Nathan Saniti!"
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.
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.
"And, his first tag team partner, he is the King of the Underground: Cory 'The Bear' Steel!"
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!"
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!"
"And... he is the PCW North American Champion...."
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!"
"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.
All six competitors stare at one another. The bell rings. The staredown continues. Finally, the referee manages to get control of the match somewhat and the contest begins with Michael Wryght facing off against Nathan Saniti.
Saniti tries to lockup with Showtime but Showtime quickly throws Saniti’s arms off him and then drop kicks him to the mat. Showtime then walks over to Saniti, pulls him to his feet and suplexes him down to the mat. Showtime then takes Saniti and whips him into the corner turnbuckle, right in the Black Hand's corner. Showtime then attacks Nathan Saniti with punches. The ref allows Wryght to get 10 punches in before telling him to back off.
Michae Wryght then drops an elbow on Saniti’s head before tagging in Grimm. Grimm and Showtime then double team Saniti and hit him with a double DDT. Grimm then drags Saniti to the center of the ring and he drops him with a snap DDT. He goes for the cover, but Saniti kicks out at two. Grimm pulls him up, but Saniti breaks free and he drives his elbow into the side of Grimm's head. Grimm is staggered. Saniti then leaps up and hits him with a dropkick, sending Grim crashing into his own corner. Grimm quickly tags Showtime back into the match.
Sanitia charges at Showtime, but Wryght ducks it and he drops Saniti with a big right hand. He then delivers a series of stomps to his fallen opponent. Showtime then picks up Saniti and slams him to the mat with a slingshot suplex taking the wind out of Saniti.
He then walks over his corner and he tags Grimm back into the match.
Saniti leaps up and immediately attacks Grimm as he enters the ring. Nathan Saniti whips Grimm off the ropes and then goes for a clothesline only to have Grimm sidestep it. He then he gives Saniti a knee to the ribs and then picks him up and body slams him to the mat. Grimm then steps on Saniti's chest.
Grimm stands Saniti up, whips him into the corner buckle and then lands a series of shoulder blocks on him before whipping him to the opposite corner. Saniti hits the turnbuckle hard and he collapses to the mat. Grimm then goes for the pin. 1...2... Saniti kicks out. Grimm then stands Saniti up and Irish whips him once more. Sanitia reverses it and he throws Grimm off of the ropes. He then leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana! Grimm is sent flying and he rolls out of the ring to compose himself as the crowd cheers.
Nathan Saniti takes this opportunity to tag in Justin Michaels. Grimm slowly returns to the ring and he tags Sadistic into the match. The two competitors face off. Stormm swings a punch, but Sadistic blocks it and returns fire with a shot of his own! Stormm battles back with a series of punches to the gut on Sadistic. Stormm lands a jawbreaker. Sadistic staggers a bit and grabs the ropes to hold himself steady. Justin Michaels then lands a series of shots to the chest on Sadistic. Sadistic covers up and backs into the corner. Michaels approaches him and Sadistic hits him with a big kick to the midsection. He then drops him with a Russian leg sweep.
Sadistic stands Stormm up, whips him off the ropes and then gives him a vicious clothesline to the mat. Sadistic then pulls Stormm up from the mat again. Michaels battles back with a series of forearm smashes to the chin. Michaels swings at his opponent. Sadistic dodges it and answers with a snap mare on Stormm. Sadistic then makes his way to his corner and he tags in Grimm. Michaels also heads to his corner where he tags Cory Steel into the match.
Steel charges at Grimm. Grimm dodges out of the way. He swings at Steel, but Cory Steel ducks the shot. He then shoves Grimm backwards, which causes him to stagger into the corner. Steel charges at him, but Grimm dodges out of the way once again. The Bear manages to stop himself before he hits the corner and he turns around to face his opponent once again. Grimm swings once more, and Steel blocks it. He sets Grimm up, but Grimm breaks free from the hold. Grimm tags in Showtime.
Now Cory Steel faces off against Michael Wryght. Steel charges him and he tackles him down to the mat. Steel unloads with a series of right hands, but Wryght covers up to block the shots. Showtime now shoves The Bear off of him. Steel finds himself in his own corner and he reaches up and tags in Nathan Saniti.
Saniti bursts into the ring with a great deal of energy. He dives at Showtime, hitting him with a running shoulder block. Showtime is dropped to the mat. He then pulls him up and Irish whips him off of the ropes. Wryght manages to reach up and tag in Grimm while he bounces off of the ropes. Saniti doesn't notice the tag and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat. He turns around however and he's hit with a big boot from Grimm.
Showtime is back up on his feet and the two start to double team Saniti. Stormm rushes into the ring to break up the double team and that sends Sadistic into the ring which sends Cory Steel into the ring! All six competitors are in the ring now and the referee has clearly lost control of this match-up!
Eddie Lane tries to gain control but he's shoved down to the mat by someone.... no one can quite tell who in all of the chaos! Referee Lane stands up and he tries to control the match once again, but it's now far too late for that. All six competitors are still in the ring, a brawl is developing and no one is going to be convinced to settle down by a single referee.
Eddie Lane has no choice but to call for the bell. The crowd boos. The six competitors inside the ring don't seem to care one bit as they continue to battle with one another.
Result: Draw @ 19:32
Jerry Andrews: Dammit! These six guys were so evenly matched and so intense! I wanted to see a decisive finish to this!
Ace Anderson: Me too! It was quite a hard-fought, tough match between six guys who took everything their opponent's had and kept going!
Somehow Cory Steel is tossed out of the ring and Sadistic follows him to the outside. This leaves Stormm, Saniti, Showtime and Grimm inside the ring. The sides aren't even for long, however, as Sadistic manages to toss a chair into the ring before turning his attention back to Cory Steel!
Grimm grabs the chair and swings it at Nathan Saniti, but Saniti ducks and Grimm accidentally hits Showtime in the back instead! Saniti now tackles Grimm down to the mat! Stormm heads to the outside to pull Sadistic off of Cory Steel, but suddenly he's attacked by Tha Joka who appeared from basically out of no where! He likely came through the crowd, but no one can be completely sure! Stormm and Joka continue the brawl from earlier this evening, leaving the Black Hand with the numbers advantage once again!
Sadistic grabs Cory Steel and he throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd! He then returns to the ring where Nathan Saniti is now armed with a chair and doing quite well for himself against Grimm and Showtime! Sadistic takes Saniti down from behind. Then he pulls him up and drops him with a Sadistic DDT!
Cory Steel is back up and he returns to the ring now! He's immediately swarmed by all three members of The Black Hand who tackle him down to the mat and unload on him. After several minutes of brawling, The Black Hand manages to toss both Steel and Saniti out of the ring. The three members of The Black Hand take a moment to recover from the hard-fought battle they just went through. They finally compose themselves and turn to leave the ring. However, as they turn towards the entrance way their eyes meet the eyes of Eira, Whitey Ford and Gem.
- CLICK -
Kristoff Michaelson def. Braddock
Stacy Jones def. LIGHT
High Tide def. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Alexa Black def. "Wide Load" Bubba Bob
Tha Joka def. Seth Archer
Eira & Gem def. Derek Cosmos & Whitey Ford
The Black Hand fought to a draw against Nathan Saniti, Justin "Stormm" Michaels & "The Bear" Cory Steel
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