Mass Destruction V Results

[Rick Majors]

Sunday March 15, 2015

The Tea Party's cover of "Paint it Black" plays as the opening video package begins. The events leading up to tonight's event are shown. Kristoff Michaelson challenging Derek Cosmos. Dillon Durst attacking Stacy Jones. Alexa Black's battles with The Faces of Fear. "The Bear" Cory Steel throwing down a challenge to the entire Underground. The epic contests between Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and High Tide that culminated in both men earning a shot at Nathan Saniti's International Title. Tha Joka tormenting PCW, being challenged by Stormm and then Stormm being brutally dragged from the arena by his throat courtesy of tha Joka and some barbed wire. The Black Hand. Eira and Gem joining forces. Whitey Ford becoming their reluctant partner. Ford being kicked out of Trauma, yet arriving anyway and then blasting Eira in the face with a chair (accidentally?). The video package ends with the Black Hand painting the arena black on Trauma:

Standing at the top of the ramp with a Dillinger brother flanking him on either side, Michael Wryght raises the mic to his mouth and waits for the fans to simmer down.

Michael Wryght: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that tonight the odds have been firmly stacked against us. But at Mass Destruction, it's going to be even-Steven three-on-three...and I'll take those odds any day of the week. We will impose our dominance, and two weeks from now I envision Complete Destruction!

Showtime's proclamation is met with a negative response from the Faithful.

Michael Wryght: But right now, I'm seeing something different. I see PCW's marked souls gathered in one ring. Billy, what do you see?

Showtime tilts the mic over to the World Champion.

Billy Sadistic: I want to see their faces...painted black. Black as night. Black as coal!

With that, Showtime drops the microphone and raises his arms to the heavens. And that's when it happens...

SPLASH!!!

A large wave of black paint tsunamis down from the top of the arena and blasts the ring! Black paint splashes everywhere, splattering on the fans that were unfortunate enough to pony up the dough for front row seats. All wrestlers in and around the ring are completely drenched in darkness.

Inside the arena, the PCW Faithful are on their feet. The building is jam packed with screaming fans who are pumped for the biggest show of the year. The camera now cuts to Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson who are standing at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to the biggest show on the PCW calendar! Welcome to Mass Destruction! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and we are ready for an absolute blockbuster of a show!


Ace Anderson: Oh Baby! I can't believe it's finally here! Mass Destruction Five! Listen to this crowd! They're HOT!

Jerry Andrews: And they definitely should be! What a card we have for you tonight! Seven matches, three titles on the line and the main event: The Complete Destruction Cage Match!

The opening chords of “Galactic” by New Nobility hits throughout the arena and the stage begins to fill with smoke and a cosmic laser light show. The crowd explodes.

Jerry Andrews: And we're already getting started!

Ace Anderson: There's no time to waste, Jerry!

After about thirty-seconds, casually walking out of the smoke is Derek Cosmos.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..."

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.

"From The Outer Reaches of Space: DEREK COSMOS!"

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.

The arena goes dark and the rhythm of "The Pride" 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!"

"And his opponent...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.

Singles Match
Derek Cosmos vs Kristoff Michaelson
Referee: Nigel Gale

Derek throws his arms back, let's out a “Wooo,” and then jumps back down to the mat. Taking one long look at the aloof, stoic demeanor of his opponent, Derek approaches him cautiously. With a timid smile, Cosmos offers a handshake - which Michaelson declines to return. With a nod, Derek shrugs off his bedazzled coat and tosses it - right over Kristoff’s head! The jacket hangs there absurdly, an affront to Michaelson’s dignity for a full second before Kristoff whips it off his head! Nigel Gale wastes no time on pleasantries and calls for the bell, stepping out of the way - and not a moment too soon!. Infuriated, Michaelson charges Cosmos! Like a deer in the headlights, Derek just stands there...but is able to duck an angry clothesline at the last second! Kristoff spins around to find his target - Cosmos greeting him with a mean shove that sends Michaelson stumbling back! Cosmos seems quite proud of himself, but Michaelson isn't so impressed and he lunges after the “Galactic Bounty Hunter”. Cosmos takes one last look at the malevolent intent in Kristoff’s glare and slithers away under the ropes, bailing to the outside. Without a second’s hesitation, Kristoff gives chase! Derek careens wildly around the outside of the ring, Michaelson is in hot pursuit.

Jerry Andrews: Oh please, oh please, oh please...

Ace Andersion: C’mon, they gotta!

There it is! The Benny Hill theme starts up and the fans burst into laughter, a few more rotations around the ring before Kristoff abandons pursuit and climbs into the ring. Relaxing against a turnbuckle Derek seems to be pleased at having outpaced Michaelson until the shouts of the fans finally get his attention. Slewing around, he sees Kristoff staring at him with that maddening smirk on his face, and more importantly Nigel Gale reaching 6 of the 10 count! Without further ado, Cosmos dives back into the ring. Both men circle before closing in for a tie up...but Cosmos manages to catch Kristoff with a knee to the abdomen! Michaelson is doubled over and Cosmos goes to work, following it up with a pair of clubs across the back to keep him bent, then a suplex right into a pin attempt!

Ace Anderson: No way.

...1!

Jerry Andrews: Well, it IS Kristoff’s first match, we shouldn’t be too -

- kickout!

Michaelson kicks out just before the two count, Cosmos releasing, hopping to his feet and backpedaling to get some ground. As Kristoff smoothly regains his feet, Cosmos rushes straight at him with a running clothesline but the quick thinking Michaelson ducks right under it! Derek goes charging into the ropes, bouncing back just in time to meet Kristoff following him with a huge dropkick that knocks him flying into a turnbuckle! Michaelson pursues him into the corner, keeping Derek pinned by way of a series of heavy strikes.

Jerry Andrews: This seems ... excessive.

Ace Anderson: Well, it’s all part of the game.

Punches, knees, and the occasional stomp rain down on Derek Cosmos (and him without his umbrella!) until Gale interferes to give Cosmos some breathing room. Michaelson takes a few steps back, allowing Cosmos to finally regain his feet.

Ace Anderson: Well at least he backed off.

Jerry Andrews: He HAD to, the ref was right there.

Ace Anderson: Mhm, because that ALWAYS makes some of these guys stop.

Derek launches into an offensive attack, rushing towards Kristoff - and flying straight past him! As Michaelson spins to keep track of the humanoid missile, the faintest look of confusion furrowing his brow, Derek jumps up the ropes and launches himself into a Soaring Crossbody! He makes the connection and smushes Michaelson into the mat, wriggling up Kristoff’s form to pin down his arms with Cosmos’ own knees, firsts raised to smash down onto Michaelson’s skull with a Double Axe Handle -

Jerry Andrews: I KNEW Cosmos had this!

Ace Anderson: I dunno...

- Plot Twist! Kristoff’s eyes snap open, boring into Derek’s as he tears his arms out from under Cosmos’ knees and slams both palms into the center of Derek’s chest, sending him crashing back! Michaelson wastes no time in getting to his feet, hauling Cosmos up by the hair and hammering away with heavy blows! Cosmos reeling, Kristoff gets him into a grapple and slams him down in a suplex, rolling away and rising to his feet as Cosmos remains prone on the mat! With Cosmos struggling to rise, Michaelson steps between the ropes and drops to the ringside area, sauntering around the ring while he waits for Derek to gain his feet.

Ace Anderson: Man, this guy...

Jerry Andrews: Well, he IS doing very well.

As Derek Cosmos finally manages to get upright, the PCW newcomer fires himself back into the ring, streaking towards the fatigued Cosmos and BLASTING him with a heart punch! Cosmos folds around Michaelson’s fist, Kristoff quick to get his body under Cosmos before Derek can fall to the mat, hefting him up onto his shoulders! Kristoff takes a couple heavy strides to get his base under him, Cosmos flailing wildly atop Michaelson’s shoulders in an ineffective (if enthusiastic) attempt to free himself! One more step and Kristoff heaves Cosmos upwards, swinging Derek’s legs to the side and slamming him belly (and pretty, pretty face) first into the mat!

Jerry Andrews: This is it!

Ace Anderson: Soul Eater! Not often a newcomer hits their finisher in their debut match!
Jerry Andrews: Definitely an impressive showing tonight from Mr. Michaelson.

Gale moves in to make the count as Michaelson ties the senseless Cosmos up in an unnecessarily uncomfortable pin - just in case, of course.

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Winner: Kristoff Michaelson by pinfall @ 7:45

Kristoff Michaelson immediately releases Cosmos on Gale’s final count, a look akin to supercilious disgust on his face as he rises to his feet with Nigel Gale lifting his hand as the winner, the PCW Faithful cheers for the newcomer and in anticipation for the rest of Mass Destruction 5 drowning out "The Pride"!

Jerry Andrews: That's a big victory for Michaelson.

Ace Anderson: You're right about that.

Jerry Andrews: Now folks, this is a big night for us all here at PCW but, unfortunately, we don't have just good news to report tonight. We're not 100% sure what this means right now, but word has it that Whitey Ford has not showed up at the arena yet.

Ace Anderson: Again? I guess he didn't learn his lesson on Trauma.

Jerry Andrews: Now we don't know if he's late once again or if he actually won't be here tonight, which would be a huge shame. We don't know if his absence has to do with Frank Foley or the personal issues that he has with his partners or something else entirely. And, unfortunately, we don't know what his absence means for tonight's main event. But we'll keep you updated with any news as soon as we receive it.

Ace Anderson: Oh man.... I hope this doesn't put the main event in jeopardy.

Jerry Andrews: Me too, Ace.

“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.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Francisco, California...."

As she approaches the ring, she steps between the ropes and rests against a turnbuckle as she waits for her opponent to arrive/the bell to ring.

"... STACY JONES!"

Jerry Andrews: Thankfully, it looks like Stacy Jones has recovered from the injuries she suffered a few weeks ago at the hands of her opponent tonight, Dillon Durst.

Ace Anderson: What a cowardly attack that was.

Jerry Andrews: What can you tell me about Dillon Durst, Ace?

Ace Anderson: Well, not much actually. He had a cup of coffee in PCW a while ago, but he was a mainstay in the old NLCW promotion that Jones herself competed in years ago. But I'm not aware of any personal issues between the two of them making his random attack all that more strange.

The lights in the jarring, anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. The voice of a small child creeps itself over the P.A. system...

"Close your eyes... and picture the ones you love..."

The rhythm of "Good Man" by Devour the Day takes the place of the child's soft voice, as a highlight package of Dillon Durst begins to play on the screen. The curtain to the backstage area slides open, as "The Legacy" stomps his way onto the entrance ramp.

*I wanna be a good man...
I wanna see God...
I wanna be tankful, but I know that I'm not...
I wanna be a good man...
I wanna do right...
I don't wanna be a criminal, for the rest of my life...*

An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as Durst begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with ozing confidence, Durst does a slow spin for the PCW cameras to take his figure in.

*Everything that I've done before...
Has brought me back down to my knees...
I'm crying out to you, Lord...
It's getting harder, and harder to see... If there's good left in me...

I's there any good left in MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*

He pauses halfway down the aisle, as red and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the errupting arena.

*Is there any good left in me?
I wanna be a good man...
Is there any good left?*

Sliding into the ring, Durst rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before raising his hands to the air.

*I wanna be a good man...
I wanna be a saint...
I wanna be a free man but I feel like a slave
Now I'm crying out to you LORD...
It's getting harder and harder to see...
I'f there's good left in me...*

"And her opponent... from Baltimore, Maryland..."

*Pull me from the darkness, lift me back into the light...
Fill this empty vessel, fill this hole I have inside...
Am I worth forgiveness, I can't make myself believe...
Show me that you're listening...
And tear this devil out of me*

"... DILLON DURST!"

Durst leaps from the turnbuckle, and now begins to circle the ring... looking to all parts of the rattling arena. A laugh of pleasantry escapes him, as he hits the ropes, loosening himself up.

*I wanna be a good man...
Is there any good left in me...
I wanna be a good man...
Is there any good left?*

Durst backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile. The bell rings.

Singles Match
Stacy Jones vs Dillon Durst
Referee: Ty Little

Jones immediately attacks Durst as soon as the bell rings, tackling him down to the mat and unloading on him with a series of rights and lefts. Durst tries to cover up, but it’s no use. Eventually Ty Little ends up pulling Jones off of Durst and admonishing her for using a closed fist.

Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones is on fire here tonight!

Both competitors get back to their feet and they circle the ring. Jones lunges at Durst. Durst sidesteps her. She lunges at him again. He ducks halfway through the ropes, causing the referee to step in and prevent Stacy from attacking him.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Dillon Durst wants no part of Stacy Jones here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Or he trying to throw her off her game.

Durst steps back into the ring and the two circle again. They finally lock up. Durst breaks free. Jones tries to lock up once more and Durst dodges it. This time he rolls under the ropes and to the outside. The crowd boos as Durst circles the ring, taking a breather on the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Fight!

Ace Anderson: This has to be driving Stacy Jones nuts!

Eventually Durst returns to the ring. The two lock up once again. This time Jones breaks the hold and she slugs Durst in the side of the head with a stiff forearm. Durst is dazed. Jones charges at him, but Durst AGAIN slides out of the ring, avoiding Stacy Jones.

Jerry Andrews: This is just getting stupid now.

Ace Anderson: Our fans know bullshit when the see it, pardon my language, but listen to them.

The crowd boos more and more as Durst circles the ring, avoiding the confrontation with the competitor that he was all too willing to violently attack just a few weeks ago.

Suddenly though, Jones goes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive, catching Durst by surprise and sending him crashing into the railing.

Jerry Andrews: Alright Stacy! Here we go!

Jones gets to her feet. She pulls Durst up and slams him face-first into the guardrail. Durst stumbles backwards, dazed and trying to avoid any additional attacks from his opponent. Jones won’t let him escape. She kicks him in the midsection and again slams him head-first into the barrier. He falls to the floor. Jones pulls him up, only to drop him back down with a DDT to the floor.

Ace Anderson: Ouch! Durst could be out cold after that!

Stacy Jones pulls Dillon Durst back up and she drives his head into the ring apron before throwing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Jones now climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones going high risk!

Ace Anderson: Moonsault!

Jerry Andrews: It connects!

Stacy Jones goes for a cover, but somehow Durst kicks out before three. Jones stands up and waits for her opponent to rise. She approaches him when he does, but he kicks her in the midsection.

Jerry Andrews: Desperation move there by Dillon Durst.

Durst now grabs Jones by the head but she breaks free and shoves him backwards. Durst again tries to leave the ring, but this time Stacy Jones grabs him before he can do so. Durst swings at her and connects with a right hand that breaks Stacy’s grasp on him. Durst steps towards her, but Stacy Jones charges at him, clotheslining him down to the mat! Jones mounts him now, unloading on him with rights and lefts once again.

Jerry Andrews: You can really feel the hatred behind every one of those punches!

Ace Anderson: Stacy Jones has been waiting to get her hands on Dillon Durst for weeks!

Jones stands up and stops her assault before the referee has to step in. Durst slowly gets to one knee and, when he does, Stacy Jones hits hit him a shining wizard!

Jerry Andrews: Right in the head!

Stacy Jones now locks Durst up in a scorpion cross lock!

Ace Anderson: The Last Embrace!

Jerry Andrews: And.... Durst taps! Durst taps!

Ace Anderson: Redemption for Stacy Jones!

The referee calls for the bell. Stacy Jones releases the hold and drops Durst to the canvas. She then raises his arms in the air in celebration as “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry plays.

Winner: Stacy Jones by submission @ 6:59

As Stacy Jones continues to celebrate, the cameras cut backstage where we see Tha Joka walking through the backstage area. As he walks by the catering table, two employees jump and one physically dodges out of the way. Tha Joka laughs and continues to walk, whistling happily to himself as he does.

Jerry Andrews: Well, you can't really blame those staff members for wanting to get the hell out of Tha Joka's way.

Ace Anderson: That guys a lunatic. Think about what he's done in the last few months. Think about all of the people that he's hurt!

Jerry Andrews: One of which is his scheduled opponent for tonight, the PCW North American Champion Justin Michaels.

Ace Anderson: What happened on Trauma was sick! Joka tried to decapitate Stormm!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm managed to get his hands up a bit, but barbed wire is barbed wire and, as a result of that attack, we're hearing that he might not be able to compete here tonight.

Ace Anderson: WHAT!?

Jerry Andrews: PCW officials haven't been given any updates about his condition but, based on what we saw on Trauma, it can't be good.

Ace Anderson: That would be a huge shame if he wasn't physically able to compete tonight due to Joka's violent attack.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, speaking of violent attacks, what we have next won't be pretty. It's a no holds barred, falls count anywhere, career versus career match where Alexa Black will take on her former bodyguards, the Faces of Fear.

With that, a video package plays highlighting the feud between Alexa Black and the Faces of Fear:

DEADLY INTENTIONS 5: November 30, 2014 Jerry Andrews: This will be entrant number fifteen of this twenty-person match. “Somebody's Gonna Get it” by Three Six Mafia plays throughout the Pure Class Arena and from behind the entrance curtain is Alexa Black. Alexa has the intimidating presence of her confidants Samson Cage and Fraizer Night with her as she walks down to the ring. When Alexa reaches ringside, she looks to her goons and instructs them to clear out the ring; the two men climb the ring steps and then enter the ring- when they do, her music shuts off. Ace Anderson: Samson Cage and Fraizer Knight are two very big and strong men- Grimm and Sadistic better be careful. The Hangtown Horrors shoot each other a knowing look and then barrage the two big men. The ferocity of the blows from Grimm and Sadistic completely catch Cage and Knight off guard. Alexa Black tries to get into the ring during the distraction, but Andy D, who is back up to his feet, catches her on the way in and quickly tosses her out of the ring; The Hangtown Horrors knock Cage and Knight out of the ring as well.) Alexa Black has been eliminated! On the outside, Alexa scolds Cage and Knight, but otherwise exit ringside without incident. Jerry Andrews: I was really hoping for a better showing from Alexa. She has all the tools to make it far in this business. Ace Anderson: I think her first mistake was trying to sneak into the Rumble. I think she'd have had a better shot if she didn't send in her thugs to try and take care of the job. PCW TRAUMA: December 30, 2014 Alexa Black vs. Fraizer Knight & Samson Cage Black creeps up behind them and smacks the Kendo stick on the shoulders of the humongous Samson Cage and thwacks it across the head of Frazier Knight. Continuous blows of the sharp and painful kendo stick knock both men to the floor eventually. Alexa screams as if possessed, her blows constant and unyielding until the big guy, Cage grabs the stick and pulls it from her grasp, tossing it out of the ring and getting to his feet. Growling at Alexa, he runs at her with a High Impact Spear, knocking her to the ground and laying across her, holding her shoulders to the mat, almost a mercy killing as the referee counts the 1….2….3. Medics rush the ring as Cage helps Knight get to his feet and walk up the ramp, the two men smug from victory as paramedics see to Alexa Black, checking her vitals and vision as the crowd boos loudly. PCW TRAUMA: January 20, 2015 Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith & Alexa Black vs. Whitey Ford Suddenly, there’s a disturbance at ringside. Three men in white coats approach Alexa Black as she’s standing on the apron. She has her back turned to them, so she doesn’t notice the men until they grab her and pull her down from the apron. Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!? Alexa Black struggles, fighting to get away from the men, but they overpower her and drag her away from the ringside area and into the crowd. Ace Anderson: What is going on here!? ... Samson Cage: "You know, Alexa has a lot of stuff from her past that can come back and haunt her at any time." Shane Dodge: "Such as....?" Fraizer Knight: "Do you have any warrants out for your arrest?" Shane Dodge: "No. Of course not." Fraizer Knight: "Well, from what we've heard, she does." Samson Cage: "And maybe someone found that out and tried to have her taken away to get some help... for her own good, of course." Shane Dodge: "But, why now? She's been on national television for MONTHS. If someone was looking for her, they could have found her a long time ago." Fraizer Knight: "Money talks, Shane. Money talks." Shane Dodge: "Whose money? Yours?" Samson Cage: "Ha! Certainly not ours, man." Fraizer Knight: "Nah, it's someone much bigger than that." PCW TRAUMA: February 3rd, 2015 She holds up the manila envelope with the documents given to her by Josiah Dubois. "Some 'Mystery Person' from PCW has been paying off the authorities to keep my presence quiet and who ever that is also wants to remain anonymous. "It also seems that I had a few outstanding warrants for my arrest and when my former bodyguards found this out they turned me over to the authorities and tried to have me put back in Coalinga. TOO BAD YOU ASSHOLES! I'M STILL HERE! AND IF YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME THEN COME AND GET SOME! "Somebody's Gonna Get It" by 3 Six Mafia blasts through the PCW area speaker as Cage and Knight step through the curtain. As soon as they do their music is completely drowned out by the boos and jeers of the PCW faithful. The reach the ring and Cage goes up the steps on one side and Knight the other. Knight and Cage climb into the ring and start to advance on Alexa who backs away and rolls down and out of the ring and heads back up the ramp.... "Ha ha ha you idiots did you think it was going to be that easy? No you and I are going to meet but on my terms. And when we do it will be the end for both of you!" She backs up the ramp leaving Cage and Knight standing in the ring daring her to come down but she just laughs and waves. PCW TRAUMA: February 17th, 2015 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." PCW TRAUMA: March 3rd, 2015 Alexa Black is circling the ring with a microphone. She waits a moment and then starts to speak. Alexa Black: "I want you guys in the ring where you can't go behind my back or sneak attack me anymore. I want to teach you both a lesson. No holds barred. Anything goes. Falls count anywhere. And, to sweeten the deal, let's make it career versus career! If you guys lose, you lose your jobs and leave PCW forever. If I lose, I'll give you what you want and voluntarily go back to Colinga Hospital!" Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Ace Anderson: Is she nuts!? Jerry Andrews: YES! Alexa Black: "I'll see you at Mass Destruction!"

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

She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

Ace Anderson: Here she comes. God only knows where head is at and what she is thinking but I know she's out for the kill tonight.

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out.

In her hands is a long thick cylinder with splotches of red coating it.

Jerry Andrews: "Wait a damn minute! Is that the pipe she used to cave Knight and Cage's skulls in?

Ace Anderson: "Yes it is and as you can see it's still coated with their blood. And she's waiving it around like a trophy. She really is out of her God damn mind. She knows this will make then madder than they already are."

Jerry Andrews: "At this point and after all that's happened over the past couple of months I don't think she gives a fuck. She's out for revenge pure and simple. And tonight she will stop at NOTHING to get it!"

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

She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care

The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her former allies to come down to the ring.

"The Empire March" blasts through the PCW area speaker as Cage and Knight step through the curtain. As soon as they do their music is completely drowned out by the boos and jeers of the PCW faithful.

They mock the crowd and badmouth fans on they way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. They see a kid at ringside and rip up his sign with a laugh

Ace Anderson: Here are her opponents for the night and if looks could kill Alexa would be dead!

Jerry Andrews: Ace I think this match is going to be a war of attrition. It's going to be bloody, violent and it will permanently scar those involved.

Ace Anderson: Oh, you're right about that!

Jerry Andrews: Over the past couple of months these three former friends have been at war and it looks as though the only way it will end is with someone's career and their body dead and broken.

As they continue 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.

The reach the ring and Cage goes up the steps on one side and Knight the other.
They enter the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at them. Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions bit neither of them care.

They wait in the ring for the match to begin staring a hole through their former partner

Ace Anderson: Before we start this match I'd like to again remind the viewers at home that this match is no holds barred and will be very graphic so if you have children please send them out of the room now and if your easily upset I would advise you not to watch.

Jerry Andrews: Ok here we go....

Falls Count Anywhere, Career versus Career Match
Alexa Black vs The Faces of Fear (Samson Cage & Fraizer Knight)
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: Again, I know this is Pay-Per-View and anything can happen, but I have a good idea of what's going to happen in this match so I advise you: If the sight of blood makes you queasy or you have young children, you might want to look away until this one's over.

Ace Anderson: I echo those thoughts, Jerry. This one is going to be extremely bloody and extremely violent.

Unfortunately for Joseph Buckland, he must have drawn the short straw when tonight's officiating duties were being handed out. Alexa's eyes are intense, yet deranged. Cage and Knight, her mammoth opponents, appear confident, albeit a little uneasy.

Jerry Andrews: Careers are on the line here tonight, but I fear that Alexa is out to end more than just their careers...if you know what I mean.

Ace Anderson: I DO know what you mean, and it wouldn't be the first time one of her matches ended under tragic circumstances.

Cage and Knight move in on Alexa before Buckland has even called for the bell. Using one of his massive hands, Samson swats Buckland out of the way. Bucky Joe has no qualms with rolling to the outside and getting the hell out of dodge. The bell rings out and this one is officially underway. The Faces of Fear have Alexa cornered, but she's no dummy. They are a combined 885 pounds or ruthless violence and have the Black Widow by nearly 700 pounds. As such, Black quickly rolls to the outside of the ring...but not to take a breather. Grabbing onto Samson Cage's foot and using her powerlifter strength, she is able to yank him to the mat and slowly drag him to the outside. Knight exits the ring on the adjacent side as Alexa immediately digs her nails into Cage's eyes!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is digging her fingernails into Samson's eyes...she could be doing permanent damage!

With Cage temporarily blinded, Alexa strikes with a knee to the crotch that drops the big guy to his knees! The Mastodon, Frazier Knight, grabs Alexa from behind by wrapping his massive hands around her throat. Shaking her violently, he attempts to choke the life out of her. Her face begins turning red as her former-cohort strangles her. In a last ditch effort, Alexa strikes with a mule kick to Frazier's groin...and he releases the hold!

Jerry Andrews: The kick to the gentleman vegetables is always a great equalizer!

With Frazier on his knees, Alexa DDTs his head into the protective matting on the outside! A bit of blood has appeared from an eye wound and his vision must be blurry, but Samson Cage can see enough to grab Alexa by the hair and slam her headfirst into the ringpost! The Black Widow is dazed and blood has begun dripping from a small laceration on her forehead. Cage moves in for the kill. Scooping Alexa up, he drives her back into the same ringpost that split her open. He drives her spine repeatedly into the post – at least six times – before dropping her to the arena floor like a sack of potatoes.

Ace Anderson: We're already starting to see some blood, and things aren't looking good for Alexa. She wants to end their careers, but you know the Faces of Fear are going to take great pleasure in punishing her.

The Mastodon eventually makes it back to his feet, and he returns the favor to Alexa with crushing her massive 485 pound leg drop. Knight goes for the cover, but quickly pulls her off the ground by the hair before Buckland can even count to one. Knight and Cage look at each other and smile. Let the pain begin!

Jerry Andrews: This definitely doesn't bold well for Alexa!

Ace Anderson: She's the one that asked for the match! She must have a death wish!

Samson begins fishing around under the ring as Frazier pulls her off the ground into a headlock. There is a collective gasp from the crowd as Cage retrieves a long strand of barbed wire. Knight nods eagerly in anticipation as Samson Cage makes a big show of winding up and...WHIP!...bringing the barbed wire across Alexa's back! The crowd groans as Samson continues to punish her with the sharp whip, opening up several lacerations across Alexa's exposed back! Her screeches are ear-piercing.

Jerry Andrews: This is disgusting! They're going to mutilate her...

Using his massive size and strength, Frazier haphazardly hurls Alexa into the ring apron, her back dripping blood. But they're not done with the whippings. Now the Mastodon wants his turn. Cage rolls into the ring as Frazier lifts Alexa up onto the ring apron and locks her arms around the middle rope. Using his giant arms to hold Alexa helpless in a rear chinlock, he's exposed the soft flesh of her mid-section for his teammate. Licking his lips with excitement, Frazier Knight lashes her across the stomach with the barbed wire, causing her to scream out in pain!

Ace Anderson: This is hard to watch. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

In an unfortunate turn, one of the barbs has stuck into Alexa's flesh. With a violent tug, Frazier rips it free and the blood begins to flow. The Black Widow struggles with all of her might, her legs kicking wildly, but Samson holds her steady. Frazier begins whipping blindly, striking her across the legs, torso, neck, and everywhere in between! Clothing and flesh are ripped without bias! Having had his fill, Frazier drops the barbed wire to the ground and reaches under the ring for a large bag. Cage grabs two big handfuls of hair and pulls Alexa into the ring. Frazier also fishes out a kendo stick and decides to bring that and his bag of goodies into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is bleeding from the back, the stomach, the forehead...just, everywhere! This is grotesque.

Frazier tosses the kendo stick to his partner as he opens up the bag and pulls out a fist full of thumbtacks. The fans let out a long “Oooooh!” as he dumps the contents of the bag – hundreds and hundreds of the shiny little tacks – all over the mat. Cage lays in a few shots to Alexa's head with the kendo stick and she's not looking very good. The Faces of Fear pull the Black Widow to her feet and it would appear that they have a plan. Whipping her into the ropes, both men bend down to back drop her onto the thumbtacks. Somehow, Alexa has enough wherewithal to put on the brakes and boot Knight in the face, popping him upright. She drives the point of her elbow into the back of Samson Cage's neck, dropping him to a knee. Turning her attention back to Frazier Knight, she unloads with some big haymakers, each one causing him to wobble back a little further than the last. Just as he's about to fall, Alexa aids him by grabbing him by the head and slamming him head-first into the tacks! The Faithful roar their approval as about a hundred tacks have found their way into Knight's head, back, and ass!

Jerry Andrews: Dear Lord! Frazier Knight is a human pin cushion!

Samson Cage is back up, but Alexa is there to meet him. She tries to unload with rights and lefts, but Cage grabs her by the hair and drills her with a giant headbutt. With Alexa staggered, he Irish whips her. Black reverses and Cage hits the ropes. The Black Widow catches him on the rebound with a drop toe hold...and Samson is driven face-first into the tacks! His screams of pain are immediate as at least 30 tacks have dug into his face...some dangerously close to his eyes!

Ace Anderson: This is inhumane. I wonder how long President Foley lets this carnage continue...

As Samson makes it back to his hands and knees, Alexa curbstomps his face right back into the tacks! Samson is down! Alexa rolls to the outside as Frazier begins to stir, reaching in vain for the tacks stuck into his back. Alexa pulls a wooden table from beneath the ring and sets it up at ringside. After that, she pulls out a coil of razor wire which she immediately begins wrapping around the table. Is she finished yet? Nope. A small bottle of lighter fluid is retrieved from beneath the ring and emptied onto the table (What in the hell is all of this stuff doing underneath a wrestling ring?!)

Ace Anderson: Alexa isn't going to wait for the match stipulation to end their careers. She's going to do it personally with her own two hands!

One struck match later and the table is set ablaze, producing a roar from the PCW Faithful. Frazier has made it back to his feet as Alexa returns to the ring, and he greets her with a clubbing blow to her bloody back! The 485 pound Mastodon grabs Alexa by the face and drives her into the corner as the table continues to burn on the outside. Frazier goes for a kick, but Alexa grabs his foot and in a move that Tha Joka would be proud of, she boots him square in the bawls! Then, in an amazing show of strength, she attempts to lift the nearly 500 pound monster onto her shoulders.

Jerry Andrews: There's no way. Power lifter or not, she's not getting that behemoth up...

And Jerry was wrong. Somehow, she manages to get the mammoth man onto her shoulders for an inverted Death Valley Driver! But rather than slam him into the mat, she hefts him over the top rope and through the burning razor wire table on the outside of the ring! CRASH!!!

Ace Anderson: Holy hell!!!

Ring hands are on the scene in an instant with fire extinguishers to douse the big man as the fans go BANANA! Alexa quickly slides to the outside...but she doesn't go for the pin. Instead she looks from Frazier Knight amongst the table wreckage to Samson Cage's body in the ring. Her gaze slowly travels to the strand of barbed wire that she was mercilessly whipped with. Grabbing the piece of wire, she slides back into the ring. Cage slowly manages to stand, but Alexa shows no mercy. Her Facebreaker pump kick knocks Cage back with such force that he falls into the ropes with such force that his arms are trapped between the intertwined top and middle rope! Alexa patiently looks from the barbed wire to her old, incapacitated pal. A sadistic smile creeps across her face.

Jerry Andrews: Turnabout's fair play, it would seem.

Thrusting the barbed wire into the air, she lets out a blood-curdling screech! Wrapping the wire around Samson's neck, she runs it down his back and hogties it around both of his feet, leaving him mangled, tangled, and strangled in the barbed wire and ring ropes. He gasps for air as the barbed wire chokes and digs into his skin. Just as Alexa is about ready to leave the ring, she grabs the kendo stick, turns, and charges the trapped Samson Cage. WHACK!!! She blasts him across the face with the stick and his body goes limp! A tooth may have flown free.

Jerry Andrews: Jesus Christ!

Scooping up a handful of thumbtacks, Alexa rolls to the outside to deal with Frazier Knight. Grabbing him by the back of the head with her free hand, she attempts to stuff the tacks into his mouth. He weakly attempts to fight her off, but he's no longer in any condition to fight back. She shrieks into his ear.

Alexa Black: I want you to scream for me! Scream, you little bitch!!! Scream!

Knight shakes his head back and forth as she attempts to stuff the thumbtacks down his throat as he spits up equal parts blood and metal. Scooping up the regurgitated thumbtacks, she uses them to apply a mandible claw. She screams violently into his face as she applies the hold and eventually his body goes limp. Still she applies pressure. Finally, once she's satisfied, she hops to her feet and boots him in the gut with the tip of her boot. Placing a foot victoriously on Knight's chest, Joseph Buckland mercifully makes the count.

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Jerry Andrews: Oh, thank God! That was one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in my life.

Winner: Alexa Black via Pinfall @ 22:01

"In This Moment" plays as Alexa celebrates her win over her former friends and poses over their now fallen bodies. She looks down and not satisfied leaves the ring and picks up a chair.

Ace Anderson: After all that what the hell else can she do?!?

Jerry Andrews: God only knows. But it isn't going to be pretty!

She puts the chair on Cages head and walks over picking up the bloody pipe that lays at ringside
Smiling as she looks at it she returns to the ring and raises the pipe high above her head.

Ace Anderson: Oh god no! This is too much! She is going to kill him! For fucks sake somebody stop her! Get security out here NOW!

But it's too late she brings the pipe crashing down on the chair once then over and over and over until Cage goes limp and does not move.

She then turns her attention to Knight she brings the pipe crashing down on the chair once twice three times and Knight goes limp and does not move.

Ace Anderson:JESUS CHRIST! I can't believe what I saw. I know that they had some payback coming but that was overkill. No one deserves that. NO ONE.

Jerry Andrews: I have nothing to say. I'm shocked and disgusted. Can we please get some medical help out here? Now God damn it!

As Alexa leaves the ring smiling and laughing the medical team quickly rush the ring to attend to Knight and Cage.

The scene now cuts to backstage where Shane Dodge is standing in front of a door that has a large hand print on it in black ink. The crowd immediately boos, knowing whose locker room this is.

Shane Dodge: "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can clearly see, I am standing outside of the Black Hand's locker room right now. Hopefully I will be able to get a few words from this trio right now, just a short time away from the big main event tonight."

Shane turns and knocks on the door to the locker room. There is no answer. He knocks again. Still no answer.

Shane Dodge: "I can hear voices from behind the door, so I know that the Black Hand is inside, likely working on a strategy for the Complete Destruction cage match tonight."

Shane knocks once more. This time the locker room door opens slightly. Shane takes a step back, stands up straight and adjusts his tie in preparation for the big interview. The door remains open only slightly. Shane takes a step forward.

Shane Dodge: "Excuse me, it's Shane Dodge. I was hoping to get a few words prior to the big match toni...."

The door slams in his face.

Shane turns to face the camera, somewhat flustered and more than a little embarrassed. He clears his throat before speaking to the camera.

Shane Dodge: "Well, obviously, as you can see, The Black Hand is not interested in speaking right now. Back to you Ace and Jerry."

Shane Dodge starts to walk out of the frame and then the shot cuts back to the ringside table where Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are sitting.

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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Underground Open Last Man Standing Match for the PCW Underground Championship!"

The eyes of the dead bear skin shin and glimmer in the dancing lights. Finally Cory lifts his head and with his expressionless face scans the crowd before a smile cracks across his face and he begins his descent towards the ring.[

"Introducing first, from New York, New York, he is the King of the Underground: "THE BEAR" CORY STEEL!"

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

Jerry Andrews: The King has arrived.

Ace Anderson: And what a challenge he has put in front of himself tonight. We don't even know officially how many people are going to be in this match. Just about anyone can enter!

Jerry Andrews: And it's the last competitor standing who will leave victorious. That means that, if you're knocked down, you have ten seconds to get to your feet or you will be eliminated from the match.

PCW Underground Championship - Last Man Standing Match
"The Bear" Cory Steel (Underground ♚) vs Braddock vs LIGHT vs Seth Archer vs Kurt Kafka vs ????
Referees: Charles Lim, Ty Little, Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: We have extra referees for this match since the action could - and likely will - spill out of the ring. Remember, you can be eliminated from this match no matter where you are. If you're knocked down and stay down for ten seconds, you're out, no matter where it happens!

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS!” 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.

"And the first opponent, from A Wrestling Ring Near You: LIGHT!"

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.

"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.

"And... from Santa Cruz, California: BRADDOCK!"

The announcement is barely made when Cory Steel attacks Braddock. The bell hasn't rung yet and several competitors are missing from the match, but Cory Steel isn't going to wait any longer.

Jerry Andrews: We saw these two just go at it in that big match on Trauma and that's continuing now!

Ace Anderson: But at least half of the competitors aren't even here yet!

Announcer Sasha Greene dives out of the ring to avoid getting hurt as Steel and Braddock go at it. LIGHT joins in and there's a three way brawl taking place before the match even begins!

Cory Steel charges at Braddock and clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside! LIGHT takes advantage and he flies through the ropes, hitting Braddock with a suicide dive!

"Guillotine" by Death Grips begins to play. Kurt Kafka walks past the curtain and stands on the stage, shifting his gaze from one side of the area to the other before slowly walking down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring, he rolls in and hops onto the second rung of the closest turnbuckle and shifting his eyes as his face remains stoic. He's immediately attacked by Cory Steel!

The two begin exchanging right and lefts hands in the center of the ring, each man landing several stiff blows.

As "Bulletproof" by 12 Stones rings through the arena, Seth Archer makes his way from the back to the stage accompanied by a large and loud pyro as the guitars hit hard and heavy. Archer runs towards the ring and he's immediately intercepted by LIGHT on the outside! LIGHT kicks him in the stomach. Archer responds with a right hand.

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos already!

Ace Anderson: And I don't think the match has officially begun yet!

"The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Amy Michaelson appears in the entranceway alongside Kristoff Michaelson. She points at the ring and yells "GET IN THERE!" at Kristoff who obliges and runs down to the ring.

Ace Anderson: He's already competed and been victorious tonight, but it looks like Kristoff Michaelson is in this match too!

As Michaelson slides into the ring, the bell finally sounds.

Jerry Andrews: I guess that's everyone!

Michaelson immediately attacks Kafka from behind. He unloads on him with a series of punches and then drops him to the mat with a DDT. As Michaelson stands up, he's dropped to the mat with a huge big boot from Cory Steel!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! That almost took Michaelson's head off!

On the outside of the ring, LIGHT sets up Archer and then delivers a northern lights suplex onto the floor. LIGHT gets to his feet and suddenly Braddock charges at him. LIGHT dodges and catches Braddock with a drop toehold, sending him crashing into the steel steps face-first.

Ace Anderson: That could have caused a concussion!

Jerry Andrews: Or at least some pretty serious dental work!

LIGHT pulls Archer up and he rolls him into the ring. He waits for Archer to stand up and then leaps over the ropes with a flying crossbody! He's caught in mid-air by Cory Steel who violently slams him down to the mat. Steel then pulls LIGHT up and sets him up for a jackhammer, but he's attacked from behind by Kurt Kafka. Steel turns around and Kafka and Steel resume their fist-fight.

Michaelson is back up on his feet now and he charges at LIGHT, knocking him down to the mat with a clothesline. Meanwhile, Braddock rolls back into the ring. Seth Archer knocks him down to the mat with a dropkick! Archer pulls Braddock up and he sets him up, but Braddock breaks free. He then lifts Archer up over his head in a miltary press!

Jerry Andrews: Look at that strength!

Ace Anderson: This won't be a happy landing for Seth Archer!

Braddock turns towards the ropes and then he tosses Archer over the ropes, over the guardrail and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Seth Archer collapses onto a pile of PCW fans. Security guards rush over to the area almost immediately to attend to any fans who may have been injured. Referee Charles Lim begins to count, but Archer pulls himself up using the guardrail, stopping the count at five.

Braddock turns around and he's attacked by both Michaelson and LIGHT.

Cory Steel eventually gets the better of Kurt Kafka and he hits him with a vicious spear, sending him through the ropes and to the outside! The count starts, but Kafka makes it up at four.... and then he's attacked by Seth Archer who is back at ringside!

Jerry Andrews: This is crazy!

The Michaelson/LIGHT alliance is short-lived. Once they successfully take Braddock down, both men begin to throw rights and lefts at one another. Braddock rolls out of the ring to catch a breather, but Cory Steel is right behind him.
Steel grabs him and slams him face-first into the ring apron. He then picks him up and drops him with a big running powerslam onto the mats at ringside.

Ace Anderson: These two huge men battling it out right in front of us now!

Nigel Gale starts to count, but Braddock gets up at six.

On the other side of the ring, Seth Archer and Kurt Kafka are still slugging it out. Their fight has been moved to the entrance aisle now. Archer grabs Kafka and he slams him into the guardrail. Lim counts, but Kafka manages to get up at seven.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Watch out Ace!

Cory Steel has Braddock set up... and he power bombs him right through Ace and Jerry's announce table! The crowd explodes and the commentary temporarily goes silent.

Gale starts to count.
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Braddock might be out cold at this point. He remains lifeless on the broken remains of the announce table.
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"Braddock has been eliminated!"

Inside the ring, Michaelson charges at LIGHT with a clothesline. LIGHT ducks it and leaps up, knocking Michaelson down with an enziguri! Ty Little starts to count, but Michaelson pulls himself back up using the ropes and he breaks the count at six.

Jerry Andrews: Hello? Hello? Are we back on?

Back in the aisle, Kafka and Archer are still wailing on one another, with neither man able to get the upper hand. They exchange punches with one another and then Kafka grabs Archer and throws him through the curtain to the backstage area! Kafka follows him back there as the camera crew struggles to keep up!

Ace Anderson: I think we're back on... but where are Seth Archer and Kurt Kafka going!?

In the ring, LIGHT drops Michaelson with a dropkick. He gets to his feet and he's nearly broken in half with a spear from Cory Steel!
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LIGHT crawls back to his feet using the turnbuckles in the corner. Cory Steel approaches him, but Steel is attacked from behind by Kristoff Michaelson. Michaelson grabs Steel and he hits him with a German suplex. Michaelson then charges at LIGHT and he clotheslines him down to the mat.

Gale and Little simultaneously begin to count Steel and LIGHT. Both competitors get to their feet before six.

Jerry Andrews: I think we have the cameras backstage now!

Backstage, Kurt Kafka and Seth Archer continue to battle it out, with referee Charles Lim chasing them throughout the hallways! Kafka grabs Archer and he attempts to throw him into a wall. Archer blocks the move and the he slams Kafka face-first into the wall!

Ace Anderson: Ouch!

Acher looks around him and he finds a metal garbage can. He runs at Kafka with it! Kafka tackles him down to the floor! Kafka then picks up the can and he throws it down onto Archer's midsection. He then pulls Archer up and sets him up for a DDT onto the garbage can! Archer breaks free! He then hits Kafka with a roundhouse kick and then clotheslines him down to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Those two guys are deep, deep in the depths of this building and they're just beating the hell out of one another!

Meanwhile, Michaelson rolls out of the ring as both Steel and LIGHT get to their feet. He picks up a steel chair from under the ring and throws it inside the squared circle. And another. And another. The crowd explodes as the ring fills with metal.

Cory Steel grabs one of the chair and he swings it at LIGHT. LIGHT dodges the attack, kicks Steel in the stomach, grabs the chair and cracks it across Steel's back. Michaelson slides into the ring to take advantage, but LIGHT drops him with a spinning heel kick. LIGHT now slides out of the ring, still carrying the steel chair.

Jerry Andrews: What is LIGHT doing?

Ace Anderson: It looks like he's going to find the other two competitors in this match!

Jerry Andrews: Wherever he's going, Nigel Gale is following him!

Speaking of the other two competitors. Kafka throws Archer into the catering table backstage, spilling food everywhere and upsetting more than one member of PCW staff. He leaves Archer behind and starts to make his way back to the ring. Lim stays behind to count and Archer returns to his feet at eight.

Kafka makes his way back through the arena, towards the entrance to the ring. As he turns a corner, he's suddenly clocked right in the face with a steel chair, courtesy of LIGHT! Gale starts to count as LIGHT turns and walks away, leaving his victim behind.
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"Kurt Kafka has been eliminated!"

In the ring, Cory Steel sets Kristoff Michaelson up and he hits him with a suplex. He then picks up one of the steel chairs and sets it up in the ring. He then sets up another one right beside it. Steel then pulls Michaelson up and he hits him with a sideslam right through the chairs!

Jerry Andrews: My God!

Ty Little starts to count.
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Michaelson slowly rolls out of the ring. He falls to the floor, restarting the count.
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Michaelson pulls himself up, holding onto the ring apron for support. Suddenly, LIGHT returns to ringside. With Cory Steel focusing on Michaelson, LIGHT rushes into the ring and he blasts The Bear in the back with a chair! Steel stumbles forwards. LIGHT drops the chair and he bulldogs Steel right onto it! Steel is out.
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Cory Steel starts to pull himself up using the ropes, breaking the count before six.

Michaelson now starts to walk away from the ring, abandoning the two competitors inside.

Jerry Andrews: I guess Kristoff Michaelson is off to find Seth Archer?

Ace Anderson: It sure looks like it!

Michaelson disappears backstage. Meanwhile, LIGHT climbs to the top ropes. He flies at Cory Steel and catches him for a hurricanrana! Steel blocks it and powerbombs LIGHT right onto a chair!
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LIGHT rolls out of the ring and then pulls himself up using the guardrail.

Backstage Michaelson has found Seth Archer as he's walking back towards the ringside area. Michaelson attacks him from behind. He grabs him and throws him into a wooden pallet! He then sets him up and hits him with a piledriver onto the wood! Michaelson isn't done, however. He pulls Archer up with a gutwrench and then turns it into a neckbreaker onto the floor!

Jerry Andrews: UP AND DOWN ON THE ARENA FLOOR!

Ace Anderson: That's solid concrete!

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"Seth Archer has been eliminated!"

Having vanquished his opponent, Michaelson starts to make his way back to the ringside area. There he finds LIGHT and Cory Steel brawling at ringside. He immediately joins in on the brawl, attacking LIGHT from behind and shoving him into the steel steps. Cory Steel turns around and he clotheslines Michaelson over the guardrail and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Cory Steel just clothesline Kristoff Michaelson into the Faithful!

Ace Anderson: And he's following him out there!

Steel perches on the guardrail. As Michaelson stands up, The Bear flies at him, hitting him with a vicious spear!

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Kristoff Michaelson flies backwards onto a pile of chairs that have been very wisely vacated by PCW fans. Cory Steel doesn't have much time to admire the destruction he's caused, however, as LIGHT comes flying over the guardrail himself, hitting Cory Steel with a spinning heel kick!

All three men are down on the floor and now all the referees are counting!

Ace Anderson: This really is Mass Destruction!

LIGHT gets to his feet first, stopping his count at four. Michaelson staggers up at six and Steel is up at six as well.

Jerry Andrews: Everyone is back up now.

It doesn't last long. LIGHT flies at Michaelson and he hits him with a hurricanrana! As LIGHT stands up, he's dropped to the floor, courtesy of a clothesline from The Bear!

Steel pulls up Michaelson now. He sets him up, but Michaelson breaks free and he slugs Steel in the face. Steel slugs him right back! He then sets him up for a suplex. As he lifts him up, LIGHT leaps up and kicks Michaelson in the midsection with a dropkick, causing Steel to drop him right in his head on the floor!

There's a sickening thud and the crowd gasps.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no!

Ace Anderson: That could have broken Michaelson's neck!

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"Kristoff Michaelson has been eliminated!"

Jerry Andrews: My God I hope he's okay.

Ace Anderson: Me too. He had a very strong showing tonight, especially considering this was his second match of the night!

Steel and LIGHT get back to their feet.

Jerry Andrews: And now there are two.

Ace Anderson: One of these two men will leave this match as the King of the Underground.

Both men take a moment to assess the situation and they the begin to unload on one another. Cory Steel soon gets the upper hand in the slugfest and he drops LIGHT with a big right hand. He then pulls him up and throws him right onto a row of chairs. Steel then picks up a chair and throws it at LIGHT. LIGHT is hurt, but tries to crawl away from the scene. Steel throws another chair at him, hitting him right in the back.

Ace Anderson: Remember that LIGHT was removed from the big twelve person tag match at Trauma. He likely isn't 100 percent here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: And The Bear is certainly taking advantage of that!

Cory Steel now walks over to LIGHT and he drops an elbow on him. He then pulls him up to his feet and sets him up. LIGHT breaks free and kicks The Bear in the stomach. He then hits his opponent with a big DDT onto the concrete! LIGHT slowly gets to his feet and the count begins.

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

Ace Anderson: The count is at five!

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Cory Steel is back on his feet. LIGHT runs at him and hits him with a big running knee to the face!

Jerry Andrews: Kneeclipse! Kneeclipse right to the head!

LIGHT returns to his feet. Cory Steel is down.

Ace Anderson: I think that's enough to end this one!

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Cory Steel stands up!

Jerry Andrews: What is it going to take to keep either of these guys down!?

LIGHT again runs at Steel. This time he's caught and driven into the floor with a huge spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: My GOD what a spinebuster! Man!

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LIGHT slowly gets to his feet as the count hits eight. Cory Steel drops him with a big boot. LIGHT falls to the floor. This time he rolls over and manages to get to his knees before the count hits three. Cory Steel approaches him. He suddenly leaps up and hits a big roundhouse kick to the side of Cory Steel's head. Steel is dazed and he drops to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle!

Steel staggers back up at four. LIGHT grabs him and throws him back over the guardrail to ringside. LIGHT now waits for him to get up and he leaps over the guardrail with a flying crossbody! Steel catches him in mid-air! He then slams him down onto the ringside steps!

Ace Anderson: These two guys are unreal!

LIGHT staggers up to his feet at six. Steel grabs him and he slams him face-first into the ringpost before throwing him back into the ring. Steel then pulls three more chairs out from under the ring and he slides them in.

Jerry Andrews: As if there aren't enough chairs in the ring already!

The Bear now slides a table into the ring as well and the crowd explodes. Steel enters the ring. LIGHT approaches him and Steel kicks him in the stomach. LIGHT drops to one knee. Steel now sets up the table. He then sets LIGHT up for a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: Okay, this HAS TO be it!

LIGHT reverses it into a hurricanrana and both men crash through the table!

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Both men stagger up to their feet. LIGHT grabs a chair and he cracks Cory Steel in the face with it. Steel drops to the mat. LIGHT throws a chair on him. And another. And another. And another!

Jerry Andrews: LIGHT is burying Cory Steel in chairs!

The referee starts to count, but LIGHT isn't done yet! He makes his way to the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is he doing!?

Ace Anderson: The Implosion! The Implosion onto a pile of chairs, crushing Cory Steel below!

The crowd is on their feet! Both men are down. The referees look at one another and they all begin to count.

Jerry Andrews: Both men are being counted down!

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...

Ace Anderson: I hope it doesn't end like this!

7...
8...
9...

Jerry Andrews: Wait! LIGHT is on his feet!

10!

The bell rings.

"Cory Steel has been eliminated!"

LIGHT stumbles backwards and collapses to the mat. His arm is raised in victory.

Winner and NEW PCW Underground King: LIGHT by being the last man standing @ 34:22

Jerry Andrews: What a contest! What a battle!

Ace Anderson: And what a victory for our new Underground King, LIGHT!

The scene then cuts backstage to one of the arena lounges, nearly empty save for Eira perched on the edge of a chair as she adjusts her knee brace. Seemingly satisfied she glances up as a movement catches her eye, the glance turning into a long, hard stare as the camera swings to get a view of the newcomer.

Billy Sadistic.

The tension in the room ratcheting up a few notches, Sadistic's eyes trail over Eira's body in the most nonsexual but still most disturbing way possible, the faint gleam of teeth visible behind his smirk. As Sadistic's eyes fall on the knee brace, the gleam of teeth stretches into his trademark cracked-lipped, jagged-toothed leer.

"I'm sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?"

Eira meets his question with silence, seemingly at war with herself before she rises, coming to stand before him. An arm's reach away, but still in front of him.

"Actually, I've been looking for you. I know what - I know what the Black Hand is doing. I'm part of an ... organization that you oppose. If that's why you've been so hellbent on taking me down, you can stop. Anytime now. Really."

Sadistic refrains from replying, a malicious smirk his only response.

"I can help you. I can help US. I know what you're trying to do, and I can help - but you're doing it the wrong way. So were we, when it was Murdoc and I."

At the mention of Murdoc, Sadistic's smirk deepens though he still remains silent.

Eira's eyes narrow as she stares at him, her hand slipping instinctively to her lower belly. When she speaks again, her voice is still clear but her tone shows just a thread of vulnerability and hurt "You knew, didn't you. You knew, and you knew what it could mean."

It's not a question.

Billy Sadistic just ... smiles. A cruel, truly evil leer upon his grizzled face before he turns to exit, casting one more glance back at her as he leaves the room.

"All along."

Jerry Andrews: It's now time for the International Championship match. Nathan Saniti will be defending his title against co-winners of a number one contender match at Trauma 168: Crazy Boy and High Tide.

Ace Anderson: This is one of the more intriguing matches on the card. All three of these men are built for speed and are comfortable coming off the top rope. I foresee a fast-paced match ahead of us, and I think the finish to this one will come out of nowhere.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen...the following match is a triple threat match scheduled for ONE FALL...and it is for the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

This sparks a roar from the Faithful.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first...one of the challengers...from Toronto, Canada...weighing in at 195 pounds: HIGH TIIIIIIIDE!

“You Are A Pirate” by Alestorm starts up and the fans begin cheering. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Sasha Greene: And the other challenger...from Biloxi, Mississippi...weighing in at 227 pounds: Tyrone “CRAZY BOOOOOOY” Smith!

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for the champion to come.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent...he resides in the land of Chaos...weighing in at 200 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING PCW International CHAMPION: Nathan SANITIIIIII!

“White Rabbit” by Collide heralds the arrival of the champion. 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 his head. On his way down the aisle he acknowledges the cheering PCW Faithful. 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 his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Saniti has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there in the ring!

Jerry Andrews: The magic of Nathan Saniti never ceases to dazzle and amaze, but I think he's going to need a heavy dose of that magic to walk out of here with his title intact tonight.

Ace Anderson: I've been looking forward to this match all week. This is the closest you'll come to seeing a cruiserweight showdown in PCW, and it's going to be a treat.

Manny Cruz has been bestowed with the honor of calling this contest as he covers the rules with the three competitors. First pinfall or submission secures the victory and the title. With the fine print out of the way, Cruz shows the International Championship to the crowd before handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell. The three combatants eye each other warily as they slowly begin to circle.

Ace Anderson: This is an interesting dynamic here. Each one of these men is a fan favorite and are highly respected amongst their peers. This should be a good, clean contest.

Jerry Andrews: For Crazy Boy, this isn't just about the title. It's about respect. It Tyrone can pull out the victory here, it will be the culmination of years of blood, sweat, and hard work in Pure Class Wrestling.

PCW International Championship - Triple Threat Match
Nathan Saniti (International ©) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs High Tide
Referee: Manny Cruz

As if on cue, the Crazy One makes the first move and goes right after the champion. Shoving the magician into the corner, he buries a few shoulder tackles into his mid-section before spinning to face and approaching High Tide. There is no feeling-out process for this match; it's all Crazy Boy, all the time! Smith uses intensity and a near thirty pound weight advantage to control the match in the early stages. Crazy Boy connects with a pair of dropkicks to High Tide before clotheslining him through the ropes to the outside!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on a mission here tonight and he's on fire right now!

Tyrone catches a charging Saniti out of the corner of his eye and ducks a clothesline before connecting with a jumping heel kick. Smith instinctively goes for the cover but doesn't even get a two-count. Tyrone applies a headlock, but Saniti quickly works back up to his feet and takes Crazy Boy to the ropes. Saniti shoots Tyrone across the ring but in an amazing show of athleticism, Smith springboards off the middle rope, twists in mid-air, and connects with a beautiful frog splash cross body block!

Ace Anderson: Wow! I've never seen that before.

Tyrone hooks the leg as Cruz begins to count.

1...
2...
High Tide drives an elbow into the back of Smith's head to break up the pin.

Waiting for Crazy Boy to stand, High Tide hits the ropes and nearly folds him in half with a diving spear! Tyrone rolls to the edge of the ring clutching his ribs as the pirate turns his attention to the champion. High Tide has the magician reeling with a series of headbutts before a running, spinning hurricanrana sends Nathan through the ropes to the outside. Crazy Boy has slowly made it to his knees, but the pirate greets him with a stiff running boot to the side of the head! Pulling a dazed Smith into the center of the ring, he makes the cover.

1...
2...
...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Now remember, fans, Nathan Saniti doesn't even have to be pinned to lose his title.

Tide lays a stomp into the side of Crazy Boy's head before heading to the top rope. Facing out towards the fans, High Tide attempts...and connects...with a high looping moonsault! Again, the swashbuckler tries a pin.

1...
2...
...kickout!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is resilient!

High Tide yards Smith off the mat, whips him into the ropes, and nearly snaps him in half with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Depositing Tyrone face down on the mat, High Tide locks in a crossface submission hold! Tyrone attempts to break the hold, but High Tide has him tight. Instead, Smith decides to make for the ropes. The fans begin to cheer when Nathan Saniti interjects from the top rope with a twisting, spinning moonsault that smashes both challengers!

Jerry Andrews: What a move by Saniti!!!

Saniti plants High Tide with a pair of snap suplexes before turning his attention to Crazy Boy. Smith is the unlucky recipient of a snap powerslam from the champion. Grabbing Tyrone's head with both hands, he begins shaking him violently!

Ace Anderson: Shaken Baby Syndrome! You can almost hear Tyrone's brain rattle inside his skull!

With Crazy Boy seeing stars, Saniti uses the opportunity to lock in the Cheshire Grin: a camel clutch while fish hooking each side of his mouth to resemble a smile. Again, Crazy Boy is trapped in a submission attempt. Seizing upon his own opportunity, High Tide latches an ankle lock onto Nathan Saniti pulling him off of Tyrone in the process! Now it is the magician trapped in a submission attempt! Recovering quickly, Crazy Boy maneuvers around behind the pirate and applies his patented Crazy Nerve Hold(RIP Spock!). The pain is so intense that Tide releases the ankle lock as Crazy Boy drops him to his knees. Nathan pulls himself up in the corner while trying to shake out his ankle.

Jerry Andrews: What an exchange, and these fans are on their feet.

Nathan charges with a running leg lariat, but Crazy Boy ducks it without releasing the hold and catches the champion under the chin with standing side kick! Tyrone spins High Tide into a single-arm DDT and drives him into the mat! Saniti is back up, but Crazy Boy hoists him onto his shoulders for the Crazy Airlines! Smith whirls the champion around with an airplane spin, but rather than execute his Samoan drop, he instead unceremoniously dumps him over the top rope! Turning to face High Tide who is still down on the mat, Crazy Boy looks to the top rope and his eyes light up. Sensing something special, the crowd begins cheering.

Ace Anderson: Can he do it? Can Tyrone Smith capture the International Championship?!

In a show of agility, Smith hops up onto the top rope and sizes up his prey. As Tyrone leaps into the air, flashbulbs illuminate the arena! A picture perfect 450 splash culminates with Tyrone driving his knees into High Tide's chest and the end is near!!!

Jerry Andrews: He got it!

Crazy Boy hooks the leg with authority as Manny Cruz slides in for the three-count!

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

The PCW Faithful erupt!

But wait. Somehow, from the ring apron, Nathan Saniti was able to grab Crazy Boy's foot and pull him off of High Tide at the last possible moment! Smith can't believe it as Cruz declares that it was only a two-count. The wind has been sucked from the crowd's figurative sails.

Ace Anderson: So close!!!

Still fired up, Crazy Boy drills Saniti with a right hand. He goes for another, but Nathan blocks and boots Tyrone in the gut. The champion plants Crazy Boy with a sitout powerbomb and holds him for the pin, but Crazy Boy shoots the shoulder up at two! Saniti is in control...until High Tide sneaks up behind him out of nowhere with a schoolboy pin!

1...
2...
Crazy Boy breaks it up with a boot to Tide's back!

Crazy Boy pulls tide to his feet and lays into him with some heavy chops to back him against the ropes. Smith charges with a running clothesline, but High Tide ducks down at the last second and Tyrone's momentum carries him over the top rope to the outside! Saniti strikes in a flash and connects with the Unreality Check on High Tide in the middle of the ring and makes the cover!

Ace Anderson: Unreality Check! This could do it...!

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2...
Tyrone somehow scrambles back into the ring to make the save...

3!

...but it's too late!

Manny Cruz calls for the bell as Crazy Boy was a split second too late on making the save!

"The winner of this match...and STILL PCW International Champion...Nathan SANITIIIIII!!!"

Jerry Andrews: That was one helluva match! It could have gone to any one of these guys. Congratulations to Nathan Saniti on a hard-fought victory.

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall @ 19:31

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're having an amazing night here tonight and we've been treated to some outstanding action. However, there is a dark cloud hanging over this event, so to speak, as Whitey Ford has still not arrived at the arena.

Ace Anderson: STILL!?

Jerry Andrews: No one has seen him and no one has heard from him in several days.

Ace Anderson: That's really unfortunate. Where is he?

Jerry Andrews: I don't have any answers for you, but we're now going to go to Shane Dodge who is standing by with someone who may have some answers: PCW President Frank Foley.

The shot cuts backstage to Shane Dodge standing alongside Frank Foley.

Shane Dodge: "Mr. Foley, the entire wrestling world is wondering the same thing that I am right now: Where is Whitey Ford?"

Frank Foley: "Unfortunately, Shane, I'm wondering the same thing. I have not seen or heard from Whitey Ford since Trauma a couple of weeks ago. Members of my administration have attempted to contact him and they have been ignored. What I can tell you is that, as of right now, Whitey Ford is not in the building."

Shane Dodge: "Now, pardon me for asking, Mr. Foley, but it's obvious that you've had your issues with Whitey Ford. Is his absence related to some discipline on your part? Was he suspended or fired? Was he fined and therefore might not show up tonight out of anger?"

Frank Foley: "Now, Shane, let me make something very clear here. You're correct in that I've had my issues with Whitey Ford. However, as PCW President, one of my main priorities is to ensure that the fans receive a high-quality in-ring product. Whether I like Ford or not, personally, doesn't change that fact that he is a talented and very popular member of our roster. I would never do anything that would keep someone like that off of our biggest show of the year. So, no, I have not done anything to make it more difficult for Whitey Ford to compete here tonight. If Whitey Ford isn't here, it's because of Whitey Ford and Whitey Ford alone."

Shane Dodge: "So what does this mean for tonight's main event?"

Frank Foley: "I guarantee that tonight's main event will proceed as schedule with or without Whitey Ford."

Shane Dodge: "So will Gem and Eira be shorthanded if Ford doesn't arrive?"

Frank Foley: "That looks to be the case, yes. Thank you Shane."

With that, Frank Foley turns and walks away.

Shane Dodge: "Back to you Ace and Jerry."

Jerry Andrews: Well, there you have it. Whitey Ford is still not in the building and Frank Foley states that he has nothing to do with it.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but do you believe him?

Jerry Andrews: Well, I'm not sure. But speaking of competitors who may not be able to compete tonight, our next match is scheduled to be Tha Joka challenging Justin "Stormm" Michaels for the PCW North American Championship. However, as you saw on Trauma, Stormm was brutally attacked by Joka and, from what I'm hearing, Stormm may not be able to compete tonight.

Ace Anderson: That would be terrible.

Jerry Andrews: You're right about that. Well, let's take a look at how we got here!

DEADLY INTENTIONS 5: November 30, 2014 Pure Class Arena Security personnel come pouring in from the back and into the ring. They surround Joka, who, at first glance is very standoffish and appears to attack, but soon tilts his head back and lets out a bellowing laugh. He agrees to give himself up calmly, even handing his bat to “Big” Dave Brandt. PCAS then escorts Joka out of the ring, and they head to the back.) Jerry Andrews: Joka, who was removed from the Rumble due to his actions earlier in the evening, came in and caused HAVOC! Ace Anderson: Soloman was taken to the back a few moments ago; Joka rendering him unable to compete. Jerry Andrews: Tha Joka came in and destroyed everyone in sight. Trauma, January 20, 2015 Joka brings his bat up to his face and presses the barbed wire into his skull as he stares deeply into the camera. Blood begins dripping down as Joka smiles sadistically into the camera. The crowd gasp as the blood flows down his face, covering his black and white corpse paint and turning his visage a nightmare inducing color of red. Joka: You let loose the Berserker. You all cringed when Bad Touch Joka was messing with peoples minds. Now... you have a whole new animal to deal with. I won't stop until I'm standing on top of your unconscious body Frankie. Which brings me to the point of this... pirate broadcast. I have an announcement for all the PCW fans but more importantly... any employee of Pure Class Wrestling. As of this moment... you have all been put on notice. For every week that my suspension continues... another employee of this company will be brutally maimed at mah hands. Jerry Andrews: What does he mean... another employee? Ace Anderson: I'm pretty sure we are about to see his first victim. Jerry Andrews: Oh no. Joka pulls back a curtain to reveal a man tied at the wrists, gagged with duct tape, and hanging from the ceiling. Joka swings his bat around as he walks closer to his bound victim. The man tries to wiggle free and helpless moans come from behind the duct tape covering his mouth. Joka's eyes suddenly grow wide as a viciously angry look comes over his face. Joka rushes the man and begins using him like a punching bag. Moving in and out and pelting his midsection with nonstop punches and elbows. A sick snapping sound rings out in the concrete room as the crowd watch in awe at the brutality they are witnessing. Trauma, February 3rd, 2015 Joka twitches slightly and glares right into the camera, his eyes filled with a mixture of insanity and danger. Joka: Maybe you didn't think I was serious. At this point, it appears as though Tha Joka is reaching forward for the camera that he is filming this sick display on. The shot is shaky for a moment while Joka grabs the camera. He then spins it around to show the Head of Pure Class Arena Security "Big" Dave Brandt seemingly unconscious on the floor. There's a pool of blood behind his head. Joka: Do I look serious now? DO I!? Joka sets the camera up once again, this time pointing at the beaten body of Dave Brandt. He zooms out so that the audience can clearly see the entire scene. Joka then picks up his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat from the floor. Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Come on! Ace Anderson: Is this live!? Where the hell is this guy!? Someone needs to stop him! Joka cackles maniacally and he walks over towards Brandt. He stands above him and points the end of the bat downwards. He then grabs onto the bat with both hands and drives it hard into Brandt's midsection. And again. And again. Finally, Joka drops the bat and he walks back to the camera. He leans forward and looks directly into the lens, his face taking up the entire screen. Joka: That's two. Do you really want there to be another? Trauma, February 17th, 2015 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!" 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!" Trauma, March 3, 2015 Back on the ramp, Stormm is still taking it to Grimm when suddenly..... Ace Anderson: Oh come on! Get him out of here! It's Tha Joka! He's wrapped barbed wire around Stormm's neck! Stormm tries to get his hands up to protect his throat, but there isn't much you can do to protect yourself from barbed wire! Tha Joka drags Stormm backstage through the entrance way by pulling on the wire wrapped around his neck! Jerry Andrews: Oh... that's.... that's sick.

The crowd in attendance wait patiently and suddenly the lights in the PCW Arena slowly dim to complete darkness, save for the bits of light coming from several entrances and the flashes of cameras going off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is unsanctioned by PCW officials, is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW North American Championship!"

A video package begins to play on the big screen above the entrance as Prelude (The Family Trip) by Marilyn Manson begins playing through the sound system in the arena. The video package on the big screen is a parody of the scene from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory with Joka taking the place of Willy Wonka at the bow of the boat. The minute long song and video play out with Joka reenacting the memorable scene. At the end Joka looks down and Joka walks out onto the stage missing his signature white dress and dragging his barbed wire baseball bat behind him. The crowd go wild flinging boos and vitriol at the sadistic clown. Joka looks up from behind his long dreadlocks and brings a mic up to his mouth.

"Stop the boat!"

"Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag" begins playing as Joka raises his bat into the air. Red pyrotechnics explode from the stage and Joka drops the bat back to the floor and begins dragging it against the floor as he slowly makes his way to the ring. The crowd begins throwing cups at the Jester as the camera zooms in on a sign that reads "I want to be Joka's next victim". Joka throws his baseball bat into the ring and begins spider-crawling up the turnbuckle, reaching the top and looking out into the hateful crowd with a wicked smile. He jumps into the ring, bends down slowly, and grabs his bat.

"Introducing first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, the challenger: THA JOKA!"

Ace Anderson: The fact that this guy is competing for a championship here tonight makes me sick.

Jerry Andrews: You have to admit though, Ace, he played this situation perfectly and got exactly what he wanted.

Ace Anderson: That's 100% true, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it!

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. The fans in the Pure Class Arena jump to their feet of the arrival of the man they call Stormm, but something is amiss when 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 of Decyfer Down's "Crash" usually accompanies the loud clap of thunder, but all that fills the arena is the sounds of a forceful thunderstorm.

Ace Anderson: I think everyone in the PCW faithful, including myself, have been wondering since Trauma 168 if Stormm was even going to make it here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: The man already in the ring was responsible for nearly killing Justin two weeks ago, and no Pure Class Wrestling officials have even been given updates on the Force of Nature. He may be forced to forfeit this match and lose the North American title because of the brutal attack he received at the hands of Tha Joka!

The sound of rain continues to pour through the arena, and just when the fans start to get restless, another bright flash of orange flashes and an even louder crash of thunder shakes the arena. The lights go black, and cells phones immediately come out of the crowd's pockets and begin to illuminate the arena like stars in the night sky. If The Joka's face could be seen by anyone right now, rest assured, there would be a smile on it.

Ace Anderson: If Justin was going to lose his title tonight, it should have been in a hard fought match, not by nearly having his life taken away from him two weeks ago, and not having the ability to compete tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Damn that Joka, he's been on a rampage for weeks and he's going to end up getting everything and more than he wanted out of this match tonight!

As the faithful grow weary waiting for the arrival of a man that may not show, several of the cell phone lights begin to fade out, and the hushed silence turns into idle chatter that nearly drowns out the sound of the falling rain that is still playing throughout the area.

Ace Anderson: Are they...?

Jerry Andrews: Yes, it sounds like Tyrone Little, Jr. is about to start this match, and is calling for the bell.

Ace Anderson: We don't even have lights right now, how can he do this? At least let there be light first...

A very hushed rumble of thunder, as if from the distance, echoes through the crowd and a spotlight illuminates the entrance as orange fog begins to rise up again. Some in attendance take notice while others continue to ponder amongst themselves what is about to happen. Things aren't looking good for Team Havoc at the moment, however, and without seeing it, the fans hear it as Tyrone calls for the bell, and the rings reverberate from ringside.

Jerry Andrews: It can't happen like this! This was scheduled to be Stormm's one hundredth match in PCW, and such a milestone is going to go in the record book like this...

Before the referee can even get a 1 count out, four beams of orange energy seem to strike all four ring posts simultaneously, followed immediately by the loudest crash of thunder that has ever cannonaded within the walls of the Pure Class Arena. Accompanying the bright lights and loud booms are the sounds of a song that has yet to play over the PA system.

I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY! I'M A LEGACY THAT LIVES BEYOND, FAR BEYOND THE GRAVE!

Ace Anderson: We may get our unsanctioned North American Championship match after all!

The change in songs has caught the PCW faithful off guard, but they are all in as those that stayed on their feet remain, and those that had found their seats rise once more! "Immortal" by Eve to Adam blares over the PA system, and the cheers quickly return as the spotlight remains pointed at the entrance, and all the mobile phone lights begin lighting up the crowd again, and help illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, as Justin Michaels arrives on the scene, with his once signature wooden baseball bat in tow, to a HUGE chorus of support!

I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER REST IN PEACE! AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE ME!

"Introducing at this time, from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."

DON'T PRETEND THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ME NOW
THEY'RE SIX FEET DOWN, I'M STILL AROUND
CARVED INTO YOUR MEMORY
YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FORGET ME

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 the baseball bat 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 with the spotlight following him.

YOU HAD YOUR DAY
BUT TIME WASHED YOU AWAY
YOU'RE DEAD
YOU'RE GONE
BUT I'M STILL GOING STRONG

"...he is the current PCW North American Champion! THE Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!"

Having made it to ringside with the North American title in one hand, and his baseball bat in the other, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

I AM IMMORTAL
I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY
I'M A LEGACY THAT LIVES BEYOND
FAR BEYOND THE GRAVE

I AM IMMORTAL
I'LL NEVER REST IN PEACE
AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE
NEVER GONNA BE
NEVER BE
NEVER GONNA BE
NEVER GONNA BE
NEVER BE ME!

Justin climbs through the ropes and 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 spotlight fades out and venue's usual lighting comes back to life. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner much to the chagrin of Tha Joka before hopping down from the corner and his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

PCW North American Title - Unsanctioned Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) vs Tha Joka
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Jerry Andrews: Well, here we are... you know, I really didn’t think Foley would let this happen.

Ace Anderson: Let what happen?

Jerry Andrews: Let Tha Joka back in the ring, and especially not with that baseball bat of his!

Ace Anderson: Hey, ratings are ratings.  Stormm will be fine.  Probably.

Tha Joka streaks across the ring on the immediate offensive, his barbed wire baseball bat raised at the ready, Stormm - giving ground?   Joka powers into an all out attack with a series of rapid fire, unpredictably assorted swings in an attempt to knock Stormm off balance!  Rather than retaliating, Stormm weaves and dodges with incredible agility, forcing Tha Joka to pursue him for the attack.  Tha Joka giggles to himself as he holds the bat in front of him in both hands, spinning around like a dervish, Stormm giving the armed madman a wide berth.  

Ace Anderson:  Huh.  Not sure where he's going with this.

Jerry Andrews:  Round and round and round he goes, where he stops, nobody knows?

Ace Anderson:  Cute.

With exactly no warning, Joka breaks from the whirling and lunches towards Stormm with a swing, and another, and another!  Stormm keeps ahead of them all, the "drunken master" style of bat swinging clearly not as effective as Joka may have hoped.  Stormm ducks another swing and lays a heavy right hand into his would-be assailant knocking his swing wide, Tha Joka losing his grip on the bat!  His weapon skitters across the ring before pinging into a turnbuckle, holding his attention just a split second too long as Stormm gets him into a grapple!  Joka struggles hard, managing to break away and lunging for his bat, Stormm trying to get another grapple on him but Joka strikes out with a backwards mule kick, catching Stormm hard in the abdomen!  Stormm staggers back, Joka following the opportunity down and hammering away at the NA champ with a flurry of blows. Stormm finally breaks his blocking stance to come up under a particularly wide swing, catching Tha Joka around the chest with both arms and flinging him overhead into a German suplex!

Jerry Andrews:  This - this is an unsanctioned match.  Is Stormm trying to actually WRESTLE?

Ace Anderson:  Sure looks like it.  I'd think he'd want to get some revenge on Joka at this point...

Jerry Andrews:  Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Ace Anderson:  Well if you think about it, steering the match in the exact OPPOSITE way the Joka wants?

Jerry Andrews:  That'll frustrate more than anything!

Ace Anderson:  Exactly.

Tha Joka Tha Joka gets in a few solid punches, but Stormm once again forces the battle into close quarters!  Stormm lays in a good old heavy, schoolyard shove to send Joka spinning, getting the upper hand again as he locks his opponent back-to-belly!  With a single heft, Stormm pulls off another suplex, Joka on the mat a few seconds longer than before.  Stormm does a quick shuffle step back, allowing Tha Joka to regain his feet, unsurprised as Joka lunges forward in another heedless strike! Stormm meets him head on, the two men locking up in the center of the ring, Joka getting in a few nasty, if stray blows, but Stormm twists Tha Joka up into a standing hammer lock!  Stormm's "by the books" exterior cracks slightly, the North American champion jacking his opponent's arm higher back than STRICTLY necessary - but Tha Joka only responds to the pain with a cascade of manic laughter!

Ace Anderson: It’s almost like Tha Joka WANTS to be hurt.

Jerry Andrews: Well he IS certifiable. I mean, consider his actions in PCW so far?

Ace Anderson: True.

Stormm shoves Joka away, going in with for another grapple attempt but Tha Joka dances away and twists Stormm around by the shoulders, laying a series of strikes into his abdomen and ribcage! One final strike turns into a grapple, pulling Stormm around and throwing him into the ropes, Joka taking off running the opposite direction!  As Stormm comes bounding back towards the center of the ring, riding the momentum of the ropes, Joka lays stretched out on his belly, flat down on the mat!

Ace Anderson: What.

Jerry Andrews: The hell?

Even the crowd seems confused, the jeers turning to cries of warning as Joka rolls over, brandishing his retrieved weapon!  The barbed wire wrapped bat gleams menacingly in the bright arena lights, Joka gaining his feet as Stormm comes to a halt nearby.  The two men stare at each other for just a moment before Tha Joka breaks out into disturbing guffaws of demented mirth, charging across the ring towards Stormm!  The Force of Nature manages to dodge the first few swings, getting up under another to grab a forearm and yank Tha Joka forward into a trip setup!  Tha Joka staggers and stumbles but doesn't fall, Stormm quick to follow up behind and nailing him to the mat with ANOTHER suplex!  Stormm takes a few seconds longer to rise than before, Tha Joka likewise feeling the attrition of the match - but Joka surges forward with more swings of the bat, Stormm kept on the defensive!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like they're both starting to feel the match.  I wonder how much longer they can go?

Ace Anderson: Stormm's not the North American Champion for nothing, and he's proven again and again he's always harder to put down than his opponents think.

Jerry Andrews: Still though...

Fatigue showing in both men, Joka’s lumberjack-like swings of the barbed wire bat finally begin to hit their mark, the barbed wire biting against Stormm’s arms to leave shallow, bloody cuts. Stormm manages to deflect another swing, but the force of the blow knocks his fist inwards, the metal plating connecting against his own temple! Stormm goes down in a heap, Joka cackling and wheezing as he approaches the fallen champion. Reaching down, he grabs Stormm by the hair, but the champion’s body is deadweight! Again and again Tha Joka attempts to pull Stormm to his feet, tugging and pulling with all his might, but Stormm’s form refuses to budge.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is going on? That can’t have been a KO!

Jerry Andrews: You sure? Looked pretty final to me.

Ace Anderson: No, that fall didn’t look right...

Jerry Andrews: Well he sure isn’t getting up now, and it looks like Joka is getting upset!

Joka lets out an almighty shriek of frustration, the scream cutting through the air like a klaxon of madness and rage made sound. With a wild swing, Joka sends the bloodied barbed wire bat hurtling towards Stormm’s prone form!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, God!

Ace Anderson: This is - I can't - come ON, Stormm!

In a flash of movement, Stormm’s fist connects to the bat, stopping it’s momentum cold with the thunderous crack of metal against wood! The crowd explodes as Stormm swivels on the elbow braced beneath him, the wily veteran taking Joka’s feet straight out from under him with a sweep kick! Stormm flips back onto his belly, shoving up off the mat and jumping to his feet, Tha Joka markedly slower to gain his feet. Stormm stares at Tha Joka’s body for a long moment, then goes to the corner stairs... reaching down... and finally picking up the baseball bat he brought with him to the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Oh here it comes!

Ace Anderson: [bleep] just got real.

As Joka finally makes his painstaking way to his feet, he manages to stand, weaving unsteadily on the spot. Stormm adjusts his grip on the bat, stern promise in his eyes as he winds up for his one and only swing of the night.

HOME RUN!

The bat crashes against the side of Joka’s skull, the sickening crunch heard throughout the arena, carrying with it the message of Stormm’s retribution. Tha Joka hits the mat with a sodden thud, blood already beginning to pool beneath him!

Jerry Andrews: Holy [bleep].

Ace Anderson: Wow. Just wow.

Stormm drops the bat, draping his arm casually over Tha Joka as Little comes in to make the count, med techs already hurrying down the ramp towards the ring.

...1!

Jerry Andrews: Well this is just academic at this point.

...2!

Ace Anderson: Still though, they’ve gotta count it out proper and all.

...3!!!

Winner and STILL PCW North American Champion: Justin "Stormm" Michaels by pinfall @ 25:55

Ace Anderson: You know, I’ve been around PCW a long time, but I haven’t seen Stormm like that in a WHILE.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess that’s what happens...

Ace Anderson: Yeah, yeah it is.

Stormm raises his arms in the air and he's handed the championship. The exhausting battle causes him to stagger backwards slightly, but he catches himself on the ropes and raises the title once more.

Ace Anderson: What a huge victory for Justin Michaels here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Those two left everything behind in that ring. That match was everything that it promised to be!

Ace Anderson: Chaos and terrorism can get you far in life, Joka, but not far enough! Stormm is still North American Champion!

Jerry Andrews: Sure, but you can't discount what Joka did here tonight, he pushed Stormm to the limit!

Stormm backs up the ramp, holding the title over his head in celebration. The fans are on their feet applauding the Force of Nature as he celebrates his victory.

Suddenly, someone jumps over the guardrail and heads to the ring, where Tha Joka is still recovering from the match.

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!?

Ace Anderson: It's.... it's Stacy Jones!

Jerry Andrews: Jones vowed revenge against Joka after he brutalized Seth Archer several weeks ago on Trauma!

Jones is on top of the dazed Joka, unloading on him with rights and lefts. PCW officials and security charge into the ring and they grab Jones, pulling her off her prone enemy.

Ace Anderson: Why is anyone stopping this!? Let her rip Joka apart for all I care!

Jerry Andrews: Come on... he was just in a very hard-fought match!

Ace Anderson: So what? He didn't show any compassion when he attacked members of our staff! Or what he terrorized this entire company for months!

Jerry Andrews: Well, you do have a point there....

Stormm is still on the ramp watching all of the chaos as Stacy Jones is dragged from the ring. Michaels turns towards the entrance way and is about to step through the curtain when... WHAM!

Jerry Andrews: What now!?

Stepping through the curtain, armed with a steel chair, as "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght. He stands above the fallen Justin Michaels and drops the chair to his side. He then leans over and presses his hand into Stormm's chest, leaving a black ink mark right on Michaels' chest.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has been marked with a black hand....

Wryght then looks down at the North American championship on the ground. He stares at it for a moment and then turns and walks back through the curtain, leaving Michaels unconscious in his wake.

Ace Anderson: It looks like The Black Hand has struck again.

Jerry Andrews: And we certainly haven't seen the last of them tonight because, ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is our main event: The Complete Destruction Cage Match. Michael Wryght, Grimm and the PCW Champion Billy Sadistic will face off against Eira, Gem and... well.... hopefully Whitey Ford.

As medical staff come out to check on Stormm, the feed cuts to a video package.

DEADLY INTENTIONS 5: November 30, 2014 Grimm and Showtime ease off and begin walking to the back so the officials return to their posts. Like the snake that he is, Sadistic squirms over to the action and then tosses both Murdoc and Ford over the ropes and onto the floor. Murdoc has been eliminated! Whitey Ford have been eliminated! Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the 2014 Deadly Rumble, and NEW PCW World Champion...SADISTIC! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic has done it! Sadistic has become the PCW World Champion! But you really have to feel for Murdoc on this one- both Ford and Sadistic were technically eliminated. Ace Anderson: But the refs didn't see it. They can't make a call they don't see! Sadistic is handed the belt and raises it high in the air and does the most devilish smile you can think of as the feed begins to fade out. Jerry Andrews: This has been PCW Deadly Intentions 5! We will be back with The Iceys! Thank you, folks for tuning in. I can only imagine the World with Sadistic as Champion. Things will never be the same again. Good night everbody! Trauma, January 20th, 2015 “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up and the boos are sudden and immediate. There is a hint of a smile on Foley's face...possibly due to that fact that Whitey Ford no longer holds the gold. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* Sadistic makes his way out from the back sans his stablemates. Walking down to the ring, Billy glares out into the crowd wide-eyed and twitching. Despite the negative reaction from the Faithful, there is an audible number stomping and clapping to the music. Upon reaching the ring, Foley is able to get a good look at the PCW World Championship belt. Sure enough, it is nice and shiny. Only...a black painted handprint has been slapped right across the nameplate. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* Sadistic takes the opportunity to thrust the belt into the air with both hands. More booing. The music slowly fades out. Sadistic rips the microphone from Foley's hand and addresses the crowd. Billy Sadistic: Aren't you people TIRED of settling for your feeble little lot in life? TIRED of scraping just to get by?! You were meant to do so much more, and yet you're content to grovel for scraps! You JUMP when they say JUMP! You CRAWL when they say CRAWL! You shell out your hard-earned money to pay for a ticket to come to THIS show so you can be distracted by all of the nice, shiny things we have here and take your attention off all those things that really matter! It makes me SICK that you shovel out money to feed the machine and buy your Andy D bucket hats, your Derek Cosmos t-shirts, and your...your Justin Michaels foam fingers! And while those royalties must be nice, we ain't here to get rich. We're here to make a change. Eira! Whitey Ford! Nathan Saniti! Anyone that tries to get in our way is gonna get run over! The time...it's a comin'. And you're all gonna have to pick a side. Sadistic looks at a visually flabbergasted Frank Foley and flashes him a grin. Billy Sadistic: I advise you choose soon. After all, you'll never be as young as you are tonight, man. Sadistic hands the microphone back to Foley. The President recomposes himself before he continues. Frank Foley: And your running mates, Grimm and Showtime, where are they? What do they have to say about this? Billy Sadistic: Their views are my views, and my views are their views, because our views are the Black Hand's views. And as always, they're just a power outage away... Sadistic gives a deep, raspy chuckle before snapping his fingers. Promptly, the lights go black. Moments later, when the lighting resumes, Billy Sadistic is nowhere to be seen. ... As security approaches the ring, the members of the Black Hand nod at one another and they start to leave the ring. Suddenly, there's chaos in the entrance way. Several security guards turn their attention towards the commotion and Whitey Ford is seen walking down to the ring! Jerry Andrews: Oh man... Whitey Ford is headed straight for the ring! Ace Anderson: Wow. This is going to be an explosion! Security steps in front of Whitey Ford and, with a show of force, the security team works to keep the Black Hand and Whitey Ford separated. Ford struggles to get through security while the members of the Black Hand are pushed back by the guards. Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford trying to get to the Black Hand! The Black Hand is standing their ground! Security is standing between them! Ford scrambles through the guards making it to the ring, but he's jumped by several other members of the security team before he can get any farther. Meanwhile, the Black Hand is forcibly removed from the ring on the other side. Security keeps pushing the Black Hand back and eventually they force them over the guardrail and into the crowd where they're met by other security guards who drag them away from the scene. Jerry Andrews: It's taking the entire security staff to remove the Black Hand from the ring. Trauma, February 3, 2015 Eira rolls off of Grimm and she raises her hand in the air in victory. Almost immediately, Showtime and Sadistic hit the ring. They pounce on Eira. Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Eira was just in a very tough, very competitive match with Grimm and she got the victory! This isn't needed! Ace Anderson: Are you going to go stop the Black Hand? Jerry Andrews: Well... no. Ace Anderson: Exactly. ... Sadistic has retrieved a steel chair from ringside. Grimm enters the ring as the three members of the Black Hand hover over Gem with bad intentions in mind. Jerry Andrews: Snap. Crackle. Pop. Ace Anderson: Oh man. Gem is out cold now. Suddenly, Eira is on the scene! She dives into the ring and tackles Grimm down to the mat. She then stands up and clotheslines Showtime, knocking him out of the ring. Eira turns around, but she's decked by Sadistic! Grimm is back up on his feet and he grabs Eira from behind. He throws her into the corner and then drives his knee into her midsection. Ace Anderson: Eira did everything she could but with Gem down, it's three-on-one! Jerry Andrews: This isn't going to be pretty. Showtime is back in the ring now. Both Showtime and Grimm take turns unloading on Eira, who is still trapped in the corner. Suddenly, through the crowd comes help! Sadistic doesn't see this and he's taken down from behind by a steel chair shot from... Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford! Ford now begins to unload on Sadistic. Grimm notices what's happening and he turns around. Ford is just a second faster though and he takes Grimm down with a Rehab Spear! Meanwhile, Eira has taken advantage of the distraction and she has battled her way out of the corner. She drops Showtime to the mat with a strong clothesline. She stands up and finds herself face-to-face with Whitey Ford. The two immediately tense up. Each competitor looks around, sees that the members of the Black Hand are still down on the mat and then returns their gaze to the other person left standing. Ford and Eira continue to glare at one another with intensity. Trauma, February 17th, 2015 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. 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. ... 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 - Trauma, March 3rd, 2015 Eira and Sadistic are battling in the crowd. Eira throws Sadistic onto a pile of chairs. She then grabs a chair and throws it onto his prone body! And another! And another! And another! And another! Ace Anderson: EIRA IS BURYING SADISTIC IN CHAIRS! The onslaught stops when Eira is attacked from behind by Showtime! But then.... Jerry Andrews: IT'S WHITEY FORD! Whitey Ford comes charging through the crowd with a steel chair! He swings it at Showtime and connects, knocking Showtime to the floor! Grimm charges at Ford. Ford swings. Grimm ducks. Ford hits Eira right in the face with the chair! Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Ace Anderson: That was clearly an accident, but... Suddenly PCW security storm the scene. They grab Whitey Ford and forcefully pull him away from the match. Grimm leans over and he helps pull Sadistic out of the pile of chairs that he was buried under. Sadistic slowly climbs over the guardrail and he starts to make his way back to the ring. ... Sadistic rolls onto his stomach with Gem hanging off his back and works his way to his feet! The Phenom reaches for the ropes, but Gem uses what's left of her remaining strength to pull Sadistic back towards the center of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Can she do it?! Does Gem have enough left in the tank to submit the World Champion?! Sadistic presses forward dragging Gem along in his quest to reach the ropes. The Phenom's fingers are able to reach the top rope, and that's when Gem executes a martial arts trip to bring Sadistic back to the mat! She's able to slide in a body scissors and the Faithful are cheering so loud that the Pure Class Arena is rumbling! Ace Anderson: She's got it! She's got it! The ropes are nearly within reach of Sadistic's outstretched hand! And here come Grimm and Showtime! Plowing through the crowd and hopping the guardrail... Jerry Andrews: No. Not like this! Out of nowhere, Eira is on the scene! She blindsides Phinehas and Wryght with a charging shoulder tackle! Caught by surprise, Grimm and Showtime spin to their feet and make for the ring. But it's too late... TAP TAP TAP Jerry Andrews: He tapped! Billy Sadistic just tapped out! Gem has submitted the World Champion!!! The PCW Faithful explode! Every fan is on their feet and the volume is deafening! Showtime and Grimm roll into the ring alongside an infuriated Billy Sadistic as Gem, Eira and Grant backpedal up the ramp. Jerry Andrews: At Mass Destruction, Gem, Eira and hopefully Whitey Ford try to stop the Black Hand once and for all! Those two teams will annihilate each other inside of a steel cage of Complete Destruction! That's all the time we have tonight. We'll see you at Mass Destruction!

As the video package ends, we return to ringside. The covered cage has been lowered and the PCW ring crew is securing it in place as the crowd anxiously awaits tonight's main event.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of this match as as follows. The match will start will one randomly-selected competitor from each team. Every two minutes, another randomly-selected competitor will enter the match until all scheduled competitors are in the ring. At that point, a competitor can be eliminated by pinfall or submission. The match ends when all of the members on one team have been eliminated

Ace Anderson: And one team could be at a huge disadvantage here tonight. Whitey Ford has still not arrived in the arena so it looks like Eira and Gem will be on their own against the Black Hand.

Jerry Andrews: That's going to be a huge, HUGE disadvantage. I don't envy those two competitors but I certainly admire them for continuing to stand up to the rampage of the Black Hand.

Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the COMPLETE DESTRUCTION CAGE MATCH!

The crowd explodes.

"Introducing the first competitor in this match..."

“God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up and the boos are sudden and immediate.

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

Sadistic makes his way out from the back, slowly and deliberately.

"He is the PCW World Champion...."

Walking down to the ring, Billy Sadistic glares out into the crowd, wide-eyed and twitching. The PCW Championship is displayed proudly around his waist, the black hand print front and center. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic steps into the cage, casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further.

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

"... BILLY SADISTIC!"

Sadistic takes the opportunity to thrust the belt into the air. More booing. The music slowly fades out.

Jerry Andrews: The PCW World Champion is the first man in this match so if he wants to survive, he's going to have to go the distance.

Ace Anderson: And you have to assume that he'll be a target here tonight since he holds the most important prize in this company.

Jerry Andrews: Wait... what's that in his hand?

Ace Anderson: It appears... it appears that he'd brought a couple of pairs of handcuffs with him!

Jerry Andrews: That can't be good!

"And, introducing his first opponent..."

There's a brief pause.

Jerry Andrews: Who will be the first member of the opposition?

"Little Tyrants" by Anberlin begins to play. The crowd explodes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man...

Ace Anderson: These two had an absolute war on the most recent episode of Trauma!

Jerry Andrews: Gem made Sadistic tap out in that impromptu match, and the champ wasn't too happy about it!

The hard edge of Anberlin's opening chords sound throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp with Grant at her side. As the full power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp. Gem awkwardly but enthusiastically moves glides along, acknowledging her fans, touching her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or nod of appreciation as Grant follows.

"... she is GEM!"

Aggressive, edge vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive guiar support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she steps into the cage. Gem glares at Sadistic and then ascends the steps into the ring. She 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.

Ace Anderson: These two are going to destroy one another right now!

Ace is right. The moment the bell rings, the two competitors charge at one another, throwing caution out the window and immediately beginning to brawl in the middle of the ring. Sadistic gets the early advantage and he kicks Gem in the stomach, doubling her over. He then drives the point of his elbow into the back of her neck, causing her to fall to the mat. He looks up at the crowd and smiles.

"YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!"

Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are really giving it to Sadistic here tonight!

Sadistic pulls Gem up and then he drops her down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. He then takes this opportunity to slide out of the ring and grab a couple of steel chairs from under the apron.

Ace Anderson: Sadistic bringing the hardware in early in this match!

He returns to the ring, but he’s immediately hit with a precision kick to the back of the head!

Jerry Andrews: That put Sadistic down like a ton of bricks!

Gem now grabs one of the steel chairs. She drives it into Billy Sadistic’s midsection. And again. And again. And again. Gem unloads on Sadistic, beating him with the chair to the roar of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Gem just destroying Sadistic with the chair now!

Ace Anderson: That’s the chance you take when you bring a weapon into the ring! Your opponent might get to it first!

Gem now pulls Sadistic up and she throws him into the corner. She charges at him, but he gets his feet up and kicks her right in the face. He then runs out of the corner and clotheslines her down to the mat. Sadistic pulls her up, but she elbows him in the stomach. She then hits him with a big uppercut followed by a series of chops to the chest that back him up into the corner once more. She then kicks him in the stomach and starts to stomp away as he slumps in the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Gem in control once again.

Gem backs up a few steps. She then runs into the corner and hits the slumping Bill Sadistic with a big dropkick to the face! The crowd now starts to count along as the big timer starts to reach zero, signalling the next competitor.

10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1!

A buzzer sounds.

‘Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.

Ace Anderson: It’s Grimm!

Grimm rumbles down to the ring and enters the cage. Gem turns her attention away from Sadistic and she meets Grimm as he enters the ring. She immediately goes on offense, delivering a series of strikes to Grimm’s midsection. Grimm is surprised by the attacks and he is staggered into the corner.

Suddenly Sadistic charges out of the opposite corner and he clothesline Gem from behind!

Jerry Andrews: It’s two-on-one now. This isn’t good for Gem.

Ace Anderson: That’s for sure.

Jerry Andrews: She’ll just have to try to survive these two minutes and hope that help comes out at that point.

Ace Anderson: That’s right. The next competitor is randomly selected, so there’s a fifty percent chance of Gem getting help in the next two minutes!

Gem slowly gets to her feet, but Grimm grabs her, lifts her up and drops her with a big Samoan drop. He then starts to deliver a series of stomps, brutalizing Gem as she remains on the canvas.

In the meanwhile, Billy Sadistic walks over to the corner where he placed the handcuffs that he brought into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no....

Grimm pulls Gem up and he then drops her with a headbutt. He then pulls her up again and sends her crashing spine-first into the mat with a spinebuster. Grimm then tosses Gem out of the ring. She hits the mats on the floor with a thud.

Ace Anderson: Gem is in all kinds of trouble right now.

Grimm and Sadistic leave the ring. The two brothers approach Gem, one on each side. The then simultaneously run at her and hit her with clotheslines, one from each side. Gem is crushed in the middle and she falls to the floor. Sadistic pulls Gem up now. He throws her face-first into the cage. He then scrapes her face against the cage, eventually drawing blood.

Jerry Andrews: This is sick!

Gem crumbles to the floor. Sadistic smiles and he holds the handcuffs up. He looks down at Gem and laughs. Grimm slowly pulls her back to her feet. Sadistic grabs her arm and he’s about to snap on the cuffs when she slugs him right in the face! Gem then breaks free from Grimm’s grasp! She strikes him in the throat and the grabs him and throws him into the cage! Sadistic approaches and she kicks him in the stomach! She then grabs him by the head and hits him with a big DDT onto the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Gem fighting back now!

Gem wipes the blood from her face. She then reaches down and picks up the handcuffs that Sadistic dropped. She snaps one cuff onto his wrist. She then quickly snaps the other cuff onto the cage!

Ace Anderson: Gem has handcuffed Bill Sadistic to the cage!

Grimm is back up now, but Gem goes on the offensive, tackling him down to the floor. She then pulls him up and throws him into the steel stairs! Gem grabs a chair and she turns her attention back to the captive Sadistic! She swings the chair and hits him right in the head. He slumps down, his handcuffed arm the only thing keeping him up. The crowd explodes.

Jerry Andrews: Yes!

Gem drives the chair into his stomach. She then winds up and cracks him in the head with the chair once again. The chair breaks.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God... Gem just broke a chair over Sadistic's head!

Blood gushes from Sadistic's face. Gem turns back to Grimm. Suddenly, the countdown begins once again.

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A buzzer sounds.

Jerry Andrews: Who’s it gonna be!?

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system.

Ace Anderson: Oh no. OH NO!

“Mr. Showtime” sprints down to the ring. Gem notices and she turns and clocks him with the broke chair right as he enters the cage! Her advantage doesn’t last long, however, as Grimm takes her down from behind with a clothesline to the back of her head.

Grimm stands up and he lifts Gem onto his shoulder. He then drives her into the cage. Again. And again. And again. Meanwhile, Showtime is up. He walks over to the captive Sadistic and pulls out a key from his tights.

Jerry Andrews: And Showtime has the key.... Just GREAT.

Sadistic is unlocked and he falls to the floor. Gem is immediately swarmed by Grimm and Showtime. The two unload on her with a series of stomps as she lays prone on the floor. The crowd boos loudly. Sadistic manages to stand up and he walks over to the fallen Gem. Grimm and Showtime hold her. She struggles to break free. Sadistic wipes the blood from his face and he flicks it at her.

Ace Anderson: This is horrible.

Grimm now drives his elbow into her face. Showtime hits clotheslines her down to the floor. Sadistic slowly shakes the cobwebs/concussion symptoms from his head. He pulls Gem up and he rolls her into the ring. He follows her into the ring, with Michael Wryght not far behind. Grimm remains on the outside. He ducks under the ring and returns with a table. He slides that in. He then pulls out a chair and slides that it too. Then he grabs a broom. And a trash can. And another chair. And another.

Jerry Andrews: Isn’t it enough that they have a three-on-one advantage right now!? Do they need to use weapons too!?

Ace Anderson: Well, it is called ‘Complete Destruction,’ like it or not....

Gem tries to stand up, but she immediately taken down by Wryght. He starts to brutalize her with a series of right and left hands right to the face. Blood flies through the air.

Jerry Andrews: This is sick. Just sick.

Sadistic picks up the trash can just as Grimm enters the ring. Showtime and Grimm pull Gem up. Sadistic's face is filled with a kind of crazy rage. He runs at her and clocks her right in the face with the trash can.

Ace Anderson: Gem has to be out cold. I can’t watch this much longer.

Billy Sadistic smiles and he looks out at the crowd. He picks up two chairs. Sadistic throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Gem in place as Showtime places a chair around Gem’s neck and Sadistic places his around Gems’s right leg.

Jerry Andrews: No! NO! STOP THIS!

Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring.

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A buzzer sounds. “Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers.

Jerry Andrews: EIRA!

Eira spints down to the ring at full speed. She’s holding a steel chair of her own in her hands. The crowd is electric as she enters the cage.... but she’s too late.

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

Gem doesn’t even react. She’s unconscious. However, the mere act itself makes it obvious that she’s been seriously injured.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God.....

Eira hits the ring. Grimm gets to her first. He dropped with a steel chair. Showtime is next. He suffers the same fate. Sadistic is dropped as well. The crowd is going ballistic as Eira drops each member of the Black Hand.

Jerry Andrews: Eira is on fire right now!

Ace Anderson: Yes, but is she it for her team!? Will it remain three-on-two for the rest of the night!?

With The Black Hand temporarily stopped, Eira rushes over to check on Gem. She still hasn’t moved. Eira attempt to speak to her, but she’s cracked across the spine with a steel chair courtesy of Grimm. Michael Wryght then hits her with a leg drop to the back, crushing Gem underneath her in the process.

Ace Anderson: There are just too many members of the Black Hand. The numbers game is just too much.

Billy Sadistic now pulls her up and throws her into the corner. He picks up the broom and runs at her. Eira dodges the attack! She then drives her knee into Sadistic’s stomach and grabs the broom. She cracks it across his spine, breaking the broom in half and sending him slumping down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Alright!

Eira is now armed with two pieces of a broom. Grimm approaches her. She swings the broom at his head, knocking him down. However, she can’t stop Michael Wryght who tackles her down to the mat.

Showtime throws Eira out of the ring now and he follows her to the outside. Grimm and Sadistic are back up and they toss the still lifeless body of Gem out to the opposite side. All three members of the Black Hand now converge on Eira.

Jerry Andrews: Again, these three picking off their victims one by one.

Eira battles back. She kicks Showtime in the stomach and throws him face-first into the cage. She then runs at the Dillinger brothers, taking them both down with a double clothesline! Eira pulls Grimm up now, but suddenly Sadistic hits her from behind. The two brothers lift her up and then throw her face-first into the cage!

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A buzzer sounds. Then silence.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford didn’t show up.

The crowd boos. Inside the cage, all three members of the Black Hand smile. They look down at the beaten body of Eira. Billy Sadistic actually starts to laugh.

Jerry Andrews: No one is coming. It’s going to be three-on-two for the rest of the match.

Ace Anderson: That means it’s basically over right now.

Suddenly, bursting down the aisle, armed with a 2x4 comes....

Jerry Andrews: CORY STEEL!!!!

Cory “The Bear” Steel charges into the cage. Grimm looks at him confused and he’s dropped with a big 2x4 shot to the face! Michael Wryght runs at him and The Bear drives the 2x4 into his stomach! He then lifts it up and he cracks it right across Showtime’s back!

Ace Anderson: Is Cory Steel filling in for Whitey Ford?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea! Is that allowed!?

Sadistic charges at Steel, but the Bear spears him down to the floor! The crowd explodes! Eira slowly starts to get to her feet.... and Cory Steel spears her as well!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell!?

The Bear looks around at the chaos he created.

Ace Anderson: Cory Steel just took out almost everyone in this match. But why!?

Jerry Andrews: Is he even in this match!?

Ace Anderson: I guess we have our answer!

At that moment, PCW security guards flood the cage. They tackle Cory Steel to the mat and begin to drag him towards the open door of the cage. Bill Sadistic slowly rolls into the ring and he picks up a steel chair. Suddenly, from out of the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: It’s WHITEY FORD!

Dressed in street clothes and clearly just arriving to the arena, Whitey Ford charges into the cage! He momentarily gets caught up in the chaos and crowd of security guards who are trying to get Cory Steel out of the ring. Ford drops a few guards with right hands, battling his way through them and finally getting into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Okay! Alright! Let’s go!

Grimm reaches into the ring and he grabs Whitey Ford’s ankle, preventing him from moving. Ford fights, struggling to break Grimm’s grasp. When he finally does, he turns around and is cracked right in the skull by Billy Sadistic and a steel chair.

Sadistic drops the chair and he pulls White Ford up. Ford’s face is already starting to bleed. The crowd boos as Sadistic sets Ford up and drops him with a big Sadistic DDT right onto the steel chair. Eira tries to dive into the ring for the save, but Michael Wryght takes her down. Sadistic covers Ford:

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“Whitey Ford has been eliminated!”

The crowd boos loudly. A few members of the audience start to toss garbage at the cage. A “Bullshit!” chant breaks out for a moment or two.

Jerry Andrews: And, just like that, it’s back to three-on-two.

Finally PCW security manages to get Cory Steel out of the cage. They go to lock the door but they’re stopped by Michael Wryght! He throws Eira through the door and to the outside. He then follows her out. Showtime then slugs a security guard for good measure. Showtime now locks the cage behind him, leaving him and Eira on the outside.

Ace Anderson: Why is Showtime taking Eira out of the cage!?

Michael Wryght throws Eira into the side of the cage. He then reaches over the guardrail and pulls a chair out of the audience. He tosses it behind him. He slowly grabs another and tosses it behind him as well. He then picks up a third, turns around, and he’s absolutely levelled with a steel chair shot from Eira!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD WHAT A SHOT!

Eira now tries to return to the cage, but the door is locked. She screams at the PCW officials standing by, but none of them will let her back in. She then turns her attention back to Showtime. He slowly gets to his feet and she grabs him and slams him face-first into the cage. She holds onto his head, turns and then slams into him the guardrail. And then back into the cage. And then again. And again.

Eira turns back to the officials, but the cage remains locked. With nowhere else to go, Eira picks up a chair and she throws it on the top of the cage. The crowd goes nuts, realizing what Eira is about to do.

Jerry Andrews: She isn’t.....

Michael Wryght slowly pulls himself up, using the cage for support. His face is covered in blood now. Eira points up and yells at Showtime: “LET’S DO THIS!”

Ace Anderson: NO WAY!

Eira starts to climb the cage. Michael Wryght hesitates for a moment, but then he does the same!

Jerry Andrews: This is insane!

Inside the ring, Grimm and Sadistic stop and watch as Eira and Wryght climb the cage. This allows Gem to slide into the ring behind them and take them both out with vicious chair shots!

Ace Anderson: GEM IS BACK UP!

Jerry Andrews: Well, she was...

Gem crumbles to the mat, her leg giving out on her.

Jerry Andrews: Gem is seriously hurt..... and Eira and Showtime are at least twenty feet above us on top of the cage!

Eira gets to the top first and she races for the steel chair. Michael Wryght is up now. Eira has the chair, but Showtime tackles her down, the roof of the cage giving slightly as the two competitors fall onto it.

Jerry Andrews: This is so dangerous.....

Inside the ring, Gem has backed herself into one of the corners. She still down on the mat when Grimm approaches her. She kicks him with her one good leg and then rolls out of the ring.

On top of the cage, Showtime pulls Eira up. He hits her with a chop. She responds with a shot of her own. He returns fire, kicking her in the stomach. He then drops her with a DDT onto the cage! The roof sags with the force of the blow.

Ace Anderson: This cage isn’t meant for this....

Inside the ring, Grimm and Sadistic roll out of the ring after Gem. Gem gets her hands on a chair and she swings it wildly, fending off her attackers. She’s on one leg as she swipes the air around her, preventing the Dillinger brothers from attacking her!

On top of the cage, Michael Wryght out a pair of handcuffs from his tights!

Jerry Andrews: Wait.... did Showtime pick up the second pair of handcuffs?

Ace Anderson: Maybe he always has them on him to stuff his tights....

Michael Wryght quickly grabs Eira’s arm and he handcuffs her to the top of the cage! Showtime then stands up and he looks down at Eira and laughs. Eira struggles to break free, angrily cursing at Michael Wryght. He turns his back to her and slowly starts to climb down the side of the cage, leaving her struggling on top.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.... Eira is helpless up there. If Showtime can somehow get back into the cage, it will be three-on-one once again!

Gem continues to battle. She swings at Grimm and this time she connects, cracking him with the chair. Sadistic runs at her. She dodges him and shoves him into the side of the cage. He hits it with a thud. She then staggers backwards and Gem cracks him with the chair, denting it!

Ace Anderson: What a chair shot! How is Gem still going!?

Gem now picks up the steel steps at ringside! She places them down for a moment, using them to stabilize herself while she rests her injured leg. Grimm runs at her. She manages to lift up the stairs at the last second and she hits him in the face, knocking him down to the floor! Sadistic slowly pulls himself up, using the cage. Gem turns and throws the stairs right at his head! He’s crushed between the stairs and the cage!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

That’s just about all Gem has left in her though and she collapses at ringside, holding her leg in pain.

Ace Anderson: Gem has all of the heart in the world but she has got to be in so much pain right now.

Outside the cage, Showtime is arguing with three PCW officials who will not allow him back into the cage. After several moments are shouting, Showtime slugs one of them in the face. He then slams another one face-first into the cage. The third takes a step back. Showtime again demands to be let into the cage. The guard refuses. Showtime kicks him in the stomach and drops him with a single arm DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Showtime is the one who locked the cage in the first place!

Michael Wryght now reaches down and he picks up the key to the lock from the fallen official. He lets himself into the cage.

Ace Anderson: And it’s three-on-one once again.

On top of the cage, Eira has managed to get her hands on the steel chair. She stands up as much as she can handcuffed to the cage, and she drives the chair into the cage. And again. And again. And again. The cage sags with every shot.

Jerry Andrews: Eira isn’t seriously trying to break the cage, is she?

Showtime enters the cage and heads directly over to Gem. He pulls her up from the floor. She tries to fight him off, but it’s no use. He slams her face-first into the ring apron. He then throws her into the ring and then goes to check on his teammates.

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand regrouping here.

Ace Anderson: Eira and Gem have given them all they could handle tonight but, in the end, it was three-on-two for almost the entire match. No one can overcome those odds.

Sadistic, Grimm and Michael Wryght enter the ring all at once. Gem is still trying to pull herself to her feet. She’s holding onto the ropes with one hand and a chair with the other, attempting to steady herself. The three Black Hand members stare at her from across the ring. Gem looks at them right in the eyes and does not back down at all.

Jerry Andrews: Gem still wants to fight!

All three Black Hand members swarm her. She tries to fight them off with the chair, but it’s too much. They beat her down to the mat. Sadistic stands on her neck, holding the ropes, while Grimm sets up a table in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: They’re not even trying to pin her. They just want to hurt her at this point.

Ace Anderson: At this point!? That’s all they’ve wanted to do since Trauma!

Grimm stands in front of the table. Sadistic and Showtime pull Gem up and the toss her over to Grimm. Suddenly, the top of the cage breaks!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Eira did it!

Eira pulls on her handcuffs and the chain link that held her captive snaps. The steel chair has left a gaping hole in the roof of the cage. Eira looks down at Grimm and she throws a steel chair right at him! He’s caught off guard and the falling chair causes him to stumble. He falls face-first onto the table! Eira then dives through the hole that she created!

Jerry Andrews: Fall of the Morning Star!!! OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE! RIGHT ONTO GRIMM AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!

The crowd is going insane at this point. Sadistic and Showtime try to run to Grimm’s aid, but Gem throws herself at them, tackling them down to the mat! Eira covers Grimm:
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“Grimm has been eliminated!”

The crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: GRIMM IS ELIMINATED! IT’S TWO-ON-TWO!

Ace Anderson: Somehow these two women are fighting back against all odds!

Grimm slowly rolls out of the ring and officials try to escort him out of the cage. He shoves his way free and returns to the ring! Gem is getting to her feet, but Grimm clotheslines her from behind, knocking her back down. He then kicks her in the side, causing her to roll out of the ring and to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! This is too much!

Finally Grimm leaves the cage, the damage having been done. Sadistic and Showtime tackle Eira down to the mat. Showtime pulls her up now. Eira breaks free and she hits him with a knee to the stomach followed by a knee strike to the face, which sends him down to the mat. Sadistic charges at her, but Eira spears him down to the mat. She goes for a quick cover, but Showtime breaks it up.

Ace Anderson: Smart move by Eira, trying to take one of these guys out while she can.

Showtime stands up. And he’s hit in the side of the head with a chair! Gem has thrown a chair into the ring and right at Showtime’s skull. He’s stunned by the move and Eira capitalizes, clotheslining him down to the mat! Gem slowly pulls herself back into the ring. She waits for Showtime to get to his feet. She then charges at him with a clothesline! He does the same thing! Both competitors knock each other down!

Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline!

Eira quickly takes advantage and she hits Showtime with a big knee drop to the head, hitting him with her spiked knee brace! She then quickly covers him:
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“Michael Wryght has been eliminated!”

The crowd explodes. It’s short-lived however as Billy Sadistic comes flying off of the ropes out of nowhere, hitting Gem with a swandive headbutt! He covers her now:
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“Gem has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: What a valiant effort by Gem here tonight!

The crowd rises to their feet in applause as Gem is removed from the ring by PCW officials. She hobbles around the ring, being supporting by staff, making her way towards the door.

Suddenly she’s clotheslined from behind by Michael Wryght, who is also leaving the cage.

Jerry Andrews: OH COME ON! THAT’S JUST UNNECESSARY NOW!

The crowd boos as Michael Wryght leaves the cage. Gem is slowly helped back up and she leaves the cage as well.

Ace Anderson: We’re down to a one-on-one match now! Eira versus Sadistic!

The two competitors stand face-to-face. After a moment, the two begin to unload on one another with right and left hands! Sadistic eventually gets the upperhand and he clotheslines Eira down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Who do you think has the advantage here, Ace? Sadistic has been in this match longer, but Eira may have been through more tonight.

Ace Anderson: It’s tough to say Jerry, but I will never bet against the reigning PCW World Champion.

Sadistic pulls Eira up. She breaks free, leaps up and hits him with a hurricanrana! He staggers up to his feet and Eira throws him into the corner. She then charges at him and hits him with a big knee to the stomach. He staggers out of the corner and is then hit with a high angle dropkick! Eira goes for the cover:
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Ace Anderson: No!

Jerry Andrews: Eira almost pulled off the unthinkable there, coming back from these horrible odds!

Eira pulls Sadistic up. He drives his elbow into her throat. He then grabs her and throws her out of the ring. Sadistic follows her to the outside. Eira is getting up when Sadistic grabs her and throws her into the cage. He then picks up the steel steps and runs at her! She ducks! Sadistic hits the cage with the steps and the steps with his face! He falls to the floor. Eira pulls him up and then sends him crashing back down with a piledriver onto the steps!

Jerry Andrews: That could be the end of the match!

Eira slowly stands up. She rolls Sadistic into the ring. She then slowly slides in herself. Eira with a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: And..... a kickout before three!

The crowd is in disbelief. Eira slowly gets back to her feet. She approaches the fallen Sadistic who stands up and swings a steel chair right at her head!

Ace Anderson: OH SH....

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic tried to decapitate Eira with that shot!

Eira hits the mat hard. Billy Sadistic goes for a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Eira kicked out!

Sadistic can’t believe it. He gets back to his feet, pulls Eira up and then drops her with a Sadistic DDT onto the chair.
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Ace Anderson: And that’s it!

“Eira has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand wins!

Ace Anderson: They had the numbers advantage almost the entire night, especially since Eira and Gem were on their own almost the entire match, and they turned that advantage into a victory here tonight.

Winners: The Black Hand @ 41:37

The crowd boos as Billy Sadistic gets to his feet. The cage slowly starts to rise as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts to play.

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

As the cage rises, Showtime and Grimm return to the ring. The three competitors stand above the fallen Eira. The raise their arms in victory. The crowd boos.

Jerry Andrews: Like it or not, The Black Hand is victorious once again.

Billy Sadistic smiles. He picks up two chairs and throws one to Showtime. He keeps one for himself.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Come on! The match is over! Enough is enough!

Suddenly, from the back, Nathan Saniti appears. And Justin Michaels! And Cory Steel! And LIGHT! And Stacy Jones! And Seth Archer! And Crazy Boy! And others! They all charge down to the ring, trying to stop the assault!

Jerry Andrews: The PCW locker room is filing out here trying to stop this! But can they make it to the ring in time!?

Ace Anderson: Hell yeah!

Ace slams his headset down and stands up now!

Despite the show of unity, Billy Sadistic is on one turnbuckle. Michael Wryght is on the other and it looks like no one can stop them in time. Suddenly there's a disturbance in the crowd. No one knows what's going on. Out of nowhere, someone runs up and knocks Showtime down!

Jerry Andrews: Is that a fan!?

Ace Anderson: Wait... no.... it's....

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr!

Sadistic is about to jump anyway when he's attacked as well and shoved off of his turnbuckle!

Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!!

Jerry Andrews: N. C. M!

Non Compos Mentis, the Hall of Famer, has somehow appeared at ringside, knocking Sadistic down! Grimm stands up in the ring, but now, for once, he's the one who is outnumbered! "Dollface" Kelli Starr and NCM enter the ring. Grimm stands ready to fight.

Stormm enters the ring. Along with Saniti and Steel and Jones and Archer and Steel and LIGHT and Smith and even Ace Anderson! Grimm realizes what is going on and he backs up, sliding out of the ring. NCM and Dollface are in the ring now, standing beside one another.

Jerry Andrews: Dollface is back! NCM is back! The PCW locker room has stood up to the Black Hand! Ladies and gentlemen, this has been Mass Destruction Five! Thank you for joining us and goodnight!

- CLICK -

Kristoff Michaelson def. Derek Cosmos
Stacy Jones def. Dillon Durst
Alexa Black def. The Faces of Fear
LIGHT def. "The Bear" Cory Steel, Kristoff Michaelson, Braddock, Seth Archer & Kurt Kafka to become Underground ♚
Nathan Saniti def. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, High Tide to retain International ©
Justin "Stormm" Michaels def. Tha Joka to retain North American ©
The Black Hand [Sadistic (World ©), Michael Wryght & Grimm] def. Whitey Ford, Eira & Gem

Sorry for the delay in posting results. Thanks for reading and for participating. The next Trauma card will be up tomorrow.