Trauma 170 Results

[Rick Majors]

On the last episode of Trauma... The crowd boos as Billy Sadistic somehow has a microphone in his hand. Sadistic: "I'm sick of hearing about Gem being victorious. I'm sick of being reminded of how Gem beat me..." "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" Sadistic: "I'm sick and tired of facing Gem." The crowd boos. Sadistic: "Foley, do your job and give us all the match we want. At Living a Legacy, let me finish my unfinished business. Let me destroy Eira!" The crowd cheers at the prospect of the match, but they boo at Sadistic's comments. Frank Foley thinks for a second and then speaks. Frank Foley: "You know what? You have a point. Eira does deserve a shot at you and your championship." The crowd cheers. Frank Foley: "But so does Gem." The crowd cheers again. Frank Foley: "At Living a Legacy we're going to see a triple threat elimination match for the PCW World Championship: Sadistic versus Eira versus Gem!" The crowd explodes. Sadistic slams his mic down to the floor in anger. Showtime and Grimm stand beside him now. Eira, blocked by security, stares right at him. She then turns her head. Gem is staring right at her.

Tuesday April 14th, 2015

The Trauma opening plays and the camera pans across the crowd. It finally settles on the announce table where Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are seated.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson as always and we've got a HOT night of action coming up for you.

Ace Anderson: I'm still shocked from last week, Jer!

Jerry Andrews: Me too! Not only was a triple threat elimination match announced for the PCW World Championship, but The Icemann Invitational Tournament began, shockingly, OUTTA NOWHERE!

Ace Anderson: And it continues tonight! Five great tournament matches are coming up and I'm so excited!

Jerry Andrews: You just can't hide it!

Ace Anderson: I'm about to lose control!

Jerry Andrews: I think I like it!

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!"

"The following match scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Introducing first, from Round Rock, Texas....weighing in at 190 pounds..."

Kristoff walks past the crowd's outstretched hands by staying in the middle of the ramp whilst walking. He will look around the crowd with disdain before getting to the ring.

"I AM....WHAT YOU FEAR MOST....I AM....WHAT YOU NEED"

"...KRISTOFF MICHAELSON!"

Kristoff steps onto the ring apron and steps into the ring before looking around at the crowd once again before stepping onto the middle rope and leaning against the top rope to stare at the crowd. Finally smirking and then stepping away from the ropes.

"And his opponent..."

"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm plays. 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.

"... from Toronto, Canada: HIGH TIDE!"

Chelsea escorts him into the ring, also wearing a pirate "costume" though she has no illusions of being a pirate, but does it to help High Tide get his point across.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
Kristoff Michaelson vs High Tide
Referee: Charles Lim

Jerry Andrews: This is our first match of the night, and what a doozy of a match it is...

Ace Anderson: It's a first round match-up in The Icemann Invitational Tournament, Jerry. I love this time of the year.

Jerry Andrews: In this contest we have PCW Veteran High Tide squaring off against Pure Class Wrestling newcomer “The Messiah of Pure Class” Kristoff Michaelson. Who do you have winning this match, Ace?

Ace Anderson: This is a tough one to choose from, Jerry. High Tide has all the PCW experience needed to go far in this thing, having competed in TIIT matches. That experience is something you can't take for granted because the level in which our Superstars compete in during this tournament is crazy high. But Kristoff has been extremely impressive during his short stint with the Company. I...if you're putting me on the spot to choose, I'd have to go with Tide because of his experience.

When the bell sounds, High Tide and Kristoff circle around one another before locking up with a collar-elbow tie-up. Getting the upperhand is Kristoff who manuevers the tie-up into a behind the back wristlock onto Tide.

Jerry Andrews: What about the tournament in whole? You're the only two-time winner in tournament history, Ace...who do you have as your favorite going into this year's field?

Ace Anderson: Tough question. We've already seen Seth Archer and Tha Joka advance in the tournament, but if I was to put my money on the line and pick a winner...

From the wristlock position, High Tide backs up until he pushes Kristoff into a corner of the ring. Backing up a few more times into Kristoff with intensity, the hold is broken. High Tide goes to move out the corner, but just as quickly as the hold is broken, Kristoff comes running out with a running bulldog onto Tide.

Ace Anderson: ...WHOA! Impactful bulldog out of the corner by Kristoff. If he keeps doing things like that, I may have to chance my pick from Tide to Michaelson. Michaelson may have what it takes to win this whole thing, Jerry. But if I was going to put money into this, I'd have to go with Nathan Saniti. Saniti's already the International Champion and you know he's just itching at the bit to reach that next level of stardom in Pure Class.

Quickly, Kristoff goes for a pin and hooks Tide's leg, but the surprise bulldog only garnered him a two-count before High Tide kicks out. Kristoff wastes little time grabbing Tide off the mat and quickly cinches in a headlock. High Tide tries to push off Kristoff, but Kristoff holds tight and wrenches it in even more. High Tide then uses his strength to lift Kristoff off the mat and nails him with a back drop.

The two superstars hit the mat but both are up quick. Tide nails Kristoff with a dropkick as soon as The Messiah gets up to his feet, and then nails him with another one just as quickly when Kristoff gets up again. One last time does Kristoff get up and one last times does Tide nail him with a third dropkick. The fans cheer and clap at the sequence.

Jerry Andrews: The fans roaring their approval for that one. You may be right, Ace...Tide may have the experience to put him through to the next round.

High Tide waits for Kristoff to get back onto his feet and as he does, Tide rushes across to the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: I know what Tide's preparing to do now! It may be over if he can hit the Lay With The Fish.

Running back from bouncing off the ropes, Tide comes back, but just as it appears he's about to hit his tilt-a-whirl DDT, Kristoff stops it and nails him with a bridging suplex instead. Hanging on, he receives a two-count as Tide kicks out again.

Ace Anderson: What a lovely reversal!

Kristoff gets to his feet and then brings High Tide up to his; Kristoff goes for a clothesline, but Tide ducks under it and then runs across to the ropes. When Tide comes bouncing back he delivers a beautiful spear to the gut of Michaelson then goes for the pin.

Jerry Andrews: What a spear! And Tide follows up with a pin attempt!

Michaelson kicks out at two but Tide is quick to go back on the attack by grabbing Michaelson's ankle and twisting it into an ankle lock.

Jerry Andrews: Ankle lock! Tide has it locked in!

Michaelson tries to scoot over to the ropes but Tide loosens up and brings him to the center of the ring and then locks it in even tighter. Referee Lim is quick to check on Michaelson, but Michaelson refuses to tap.

Ace Anderson: If Michaelson doesn't tap, Tide may in-fact break his ankle.

Though in excruciating pain, Michaelson is somehow able to roll onto his back and then uses his other leg to try and kick Tide off. As he's kicking, Tide manages to grab the kicking leg with one arm as his other arm is still holding onto the slightly bent ankle of Michaelson.

Tide loosens his grip on the ankle lock and grabs more of the leg instead; Tide, with both legs in hand, then tries to go for a Sharpshooter, but Michaelson reaches up and pulls Tide in close, hooking him with a small package. Three mat slaps later, and Kristoff Michaelson is declared the winner.

The winner of this match, by pinfall...Kristoff Michaelson!

Winner: Kristoff Michaelson by Pinfall @ 9:38

Following the bell, Kristoff hobbles up to his feet as Tide gets onto his as well. The look on Tide's face shows he cannot believe what just happened. Kristoff, for his benefit, offers a handshake to Tide.

Jerry Andrews: Looks as if Kristoff is going to be a good sport about his victory.

Tide stares at the handshake for a moment and then offers to accept the offer. Kristoff, however, changes his mind and pulls his hand back in retreat. He then points at High Tide and calls him a loser as he exits the ring.

Ace Anderson: What a classless act from the self-proclaimed Messiah of Pure Class.

Flipping to what appears to be static camera feed, "Dollface" Kelli Starr appears on screen, already in her ring attire and meandering down one of the less populated hallways right off a busy area. Meandering indeed, she keeps walking a few steps and picking something up, the objects too small for the camera to see. While she goes, she reads off a ragged scrap of paper in her hand.

"...and five steps right." Glancing to her right she sees an open door, the room beyond dimly lit. Holding the paper closer to her face and re-reading it for confirmation, she squares her shoulders back and nods with conviction. "This better be some really good candy."

Kelli strides purposefully towards the room, vanishing inside. A few moments pass, no sound reaching the wall mounted camera, and she emerges. It's hard to get a clear picture in the dimmer, murkier lighting of the oft unused hallways, but Kelli's expression seems unhappy, almost fearful. She makes her way back to the better lit hustle-and-bustle of ongoing backstage activities, completely lost in thought until -

“Kelli Starr! Hi!” A wide grin on his face, a young tech in a headset jams a hand out in Kelli’s direction, startling her nearly out of her tights (sorry, no fan service today). Reflexively sticking her hand out and shaking his, she seems to struggle a moment to regain her mental footing.

“Oh! Hi, uh... I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Tom. It’s GREAT to meet you, Kelli!”

“Oh um. Hi, Tom, it’s great to meet you too.” Kelli continues to shake his hand with a fixed smile on her face until her eyes follow his stare to their joined grasp, releasing his hand and sticking her own behind her back while simultaneously thrusting the other in his face. "Want some candy?"

Tom peers in at the fistful of cheap, dusty looking wrapped candy. "I, well - what kind is it?"

Kelli stares into her own hand curiously. "Not sure, I found it."

Tom blinks. "You FOUND it? Are you sure you should be eating that?"

"Oh, I guess your right. I mean, what if it's sugar free or something??" With a giggle, she tosses the candy over her shoulder, sticking both hands behind her back and fidgeting with an awkward grin.

“Are you - are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Kelli lets out another giggle, twirling her hair and batting her eyes.

“Are you sure? If you’re worried about the Black Hand, don’t be! That’s what I’m doing here.” He puffs out his chest with importance. “I’m doing a room by room check to make sure no one’s getting roughed up before the show.”

Kelli smiles hugely, talking quickly. “Oh... well... you know. I think they just need a hug. Or a puppy. Or CANDY! Maybe some molly, who knows, but I really think they’ll stop being so mean if someone is nice to them!”

Tom blinks in surprise, giving her an incredulous stare. “Well I don’t really think -”

Starr breaks in, talking even faster than before. “Hey I’m really sorry, but I have to go start getting ready. Can’t get started too early for a match like this, amirite!? NCM OH EM GEE! Where’s the in-house makeup chick hiding today?”

Tom glances down at his clipboard, finger running down a list. “Raina’s in the third room down from the women’s locker room, but don’t you usually do your own -”

He glances up again to see nothing more than a blur of color zipping around the corner ahead.

“...makeup?” Shrugging to himself, he turns back to his task as Trauma heads to commercial.

As Trauma comes back on air, a PCW camera crew happens upon the scourge of Pure Class Wrestling known as the Black Hand. Although Grimm and Sadistic aren't scheduled for a match tonight, they're in attendance to show support for stablemate Michael Wryght. The three seem to be talking strategy as they pace the bowels of the Pure Class Arena.

Grimm: I think you'd do well to have us out there for your match against Steel. Not that you need our help, but it seems that the entire fed has turned on us.

Sadistic: Might be a good idea for us to have your back out there, brother.

Showtime shakes off the suggestions.

Showtime: I know you guys mean well, I do. But when I beat Steel out there tonight, I want him to know that I beat him one-on-one. No excuses. Just him and me.

Phinehas and Sadistic share sidelong glances but don't argue the point. They continue down the dimly lit corridor when a faint noise catches Sadistic's attention. Grimm and Wryght seem not to notice, but Sadistic hangs back to investigate. Grimm finally realizes that something is amiss and he stops, but Billy waves him off. The World Champion pulls open a rusted metal door leading down to the boiler room and slowly enters. The lighting is awful, but Sadistic navigates the cluttered hallway without incident. Turning a corner, the faint hum of the pumps and boilers can be heard. Sadistic stops and listens but all that can be heard is the whirring of the mechanical equipment. Or is it?

The sound of heavy breathing causes Sadistic's back to stiffen. He slowly turns as a thick figure emerges from the darkness. A familiar voice disturbs the silence.

Non Compos Mentis: I knew you and your little band of rejects would be around here tonight, even though you have no business being anywhere near this arena. You don't have a match, none of your happy little band of screw-ups do except Wryght, so why are you around?

Both men move beneath a low hanging bulb, but the lighting is still terrible. Standing about a foot apart, NCM and Sadistic stare at one another. Sadistic doesn't even make an attempt a reply, instead letting his silent smirk serve as his answer.

Non Compos Mentis: You sons of bitches are only around here for one thing and that's to cause as much chaos as you can. You've got Foley wrapped around your little finger, you've had everyone running scared but things are changing. I'm back and I'm not afraid of all your cloak-and-dagger bullshit. You know why I'm not afraid? Because I've been that evil bastard who makes everyone wonder when I'm gonna come out of nowhere and beat them to a pulp. I've been the man with an army of followers that wants to bring this company down... and I know just how to stop you.

Sadistic bursts into laughter, but it's laughter of disbelief. Sadistic shakes his head from side to side as if he can't believe that Non Compos Mentis just...doesn't...get it.

Non Compos Mentis: Is that funny? Well tell me if this is funny: If I beat Dollface tonight, you better know I'm going to run through everyone in The Icemann Invitational and when I win the whole thing... you bet your hillbilly ass I'm going to take that title away from you. You lose that gold over your shoulder and you're back to being an extra out of Deliverance with your inbred, banjo-playing brother and Mikey the pretty little house-bitch. You are a coward. Gutless. You aren't scary. You're weak and pathetic. Just like your brother. Just like your father...and your mother...

Sadistic continues to watch NCM, but it's Phinehas Grimm, seemingly materializing out of thin air, that has suddenly placed himself between his brother and Mentis. Grimm and Non Compos Mentis stand nose to nose, the younger Dillinger's glacier eyes locked onto those of the undesirable NCM. Grimm is showing rare emotion.

Grimm: Let me get this straight…you’ve come back to end the Black Hand? You? The guy who brought in the Hobo Horde and ruined many a perfectly good event is lecturing us on putting a stop to the chaos and establishing the proper order of things? I don’t think so.

Grimm moves forward, their noses actually touching, but NCM stands his ground.

Grimm: You know what I think? I think this all reeks of desperation. I think you’ve come and gone as you please, and you’ll continue to come and go whenever it suits you. I think you’d just as soon be anywhere else but here, but you can’t stand the idea of your life’s work being all for naught. I think you know full well that there are people out there who have no idea who you are, and you’re terrified of becoming insignificant. The voice of the downtrodden and the unwashed masses, the savior of the federation, the quintessential schizophrenic…whatever role you’ve decided to play this time around, you just can’t ignore the pull of the stage. That’s why you’re back. Don’t blame us. Don't blame the Dillingers. And I'd advise you keep our parents' names out of your mouth in the future. In fact, if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut altogether.

Now it's NCM's turn to smirk as he takes a step back. Sadistic is now standing at his brother's side.

Non Compos Mentis: Alright, I'll watch my mouth... but just so you know, I'll be watching my back out there tonight, too. If you Dillingers get any ideas about going out there, know that I'll be ready and waiting with a little Snap, Crackle, and Pop of my own. I'm not stopping until the Black Hand is destroyed once and for all.

Non Compos Mentis turns to leave, but Grimm has a few final words for the leader of the Hobo Horde.

Grimm: The Black Hand existed before Mr. Showtime and the Dillinger boys first stepped into a ring, and the Black Hand will exist long after we’re bones in the ground. You’re not stopping anything...

Mentis fades into the darkness as the Hangtown Horrors are left to their thoughts.

As Trauma returns, we are back at ringside for the next match.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a first round match in The Icemann Invitational Tournament!"

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.

"Introducing first, from Biloxi, Mississippi: TYRONE 'CRAZY BOY' SMITH!"

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 his opponent to come.

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

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY!"

"And his opponent...."

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

"I'M A LEGACY THAT LIVES BEYOND, FAR BEYOND THE GRAVE!"

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

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER REST IN PEACE!"

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

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

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Nigel Gale

The two competitors meet up in the center of the ring. The lock up. Stormm gets the advantage and he locks Crazy Boy up in a headlock. He tightens his grip and takes Crazy Boy down to the mat. Smith struggles in the hold, but eventually Crazy Boy fights to his feet and sends Stormm off into the ropes. When Stormm comes back he shoulders Smith to the mat and runs off the ropes again. Crazy Boy lays on the mat as Justin runs over him and Crazy Boy gets to his feet and catches Stormm with a jumping heel kick! Crazy Boy gets back to his feet as does Stormm. Stormm charges and Smith dodges. Crazy Boy catches Stormm with a deep armdrag that sends Stormm across the ring.

Crazy Boy holds onto the arm and locks on an armbar as the ref checks Michaels.

Jerry Andrews: This is already a great, competitive match!

Ace Anderson: And I have a feeling it's only going to get better!

Justin Michaels fights to his feet and quickly drop toe holds Crazy Boy down to the mat. He then pulls him up only to drop him back down with a belly-to-back suplex! Michaels then drops a leg. He reaches down and pulls up his opponent, dragging himto the center of the ring. Justin then sets up Tyrone and nails him with a beautiful German suplex pin and the ref counts.

Jerry Andrews: 1...2...NO!!!

Crazy Boy kicks out. Stormm picks him and holds him in a headlock before laying a few punches into Crazy Boy skull and then he leaves Crazy Boy on his knees. He then pulls him up to his feet and hits a snap suplex. Michaels pulls Crazy Boy up once again and he drops him with a front Russian leg sweep.
Stormm waits for his opponent to get up and then leaps up with a dropkick. Smith is able to block it and bring Stormm down into a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Ace Anderson: Now can he capitalize!?

Crazy Boy gets up and pulls Stormm to his feet. He drops him with a one armed DDT. He then rolls Michaels over and covers him for two.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm kicks out.

Ace Anderson: The match continues!

Smith picks Stormm up and holds him by his face but Michaels breaks free. Stormm sets up behind Smith and wraps his right arm around the back of his shoulders, while placing his left arm over his right shoulder, and behind his head. Stormm then picks Crazy Boy up, lifting him up as high as he can the way he is holding them, leans forward a little, and then falls to the mat, bringing his opponent with him.

Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood!

Ace Anderson: Here's the cover!

Jerry Andrews: Kickout at two!

Stormm gets to his feet and he waits for his opponent. As Smith rises, Michaels sets him up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of his head, and hi left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Smith's left leg, lifting it up close to his own torso. He then lifts Crazy Boy up into the cradle suplex position. Stormm then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach!

Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature!!!!

Ace Anderson: And a cover!

1.......
2......
THREE!!!!

Winner: Justin "Stormm" Michaels via pinfall @ 7:22

Stormm celebrates in the ring. The camera then pans over to Crazy Boy who is seated on the canvas, looking down at the mat, clearly despondent.

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Justin!

Ace Anderson: And it doesn't look like Crazy Boy is taking it too well!

We once AGAIN go backstage, were Cory Steel is walking with a smirk on his face. Various ring techs and fans scramble desperately to get out of his path. This is clearly a man who enjoys other people being afraid of him. One of them takes a little longer than he'd like and he shoves them by the shoulder. The tech whips around to shoot him a glare but he just grins in return, only for the staff member to go scrambling off again.

The Bear: Yeah, go ahead. Say something. See what happens.

He takes another few steps and then stops in place. His brow furrows and he looks around. The camera pans a bit to the left to show LIGHT standing up against the wall. The masked man is clearly hurt from the last month of warring with Steel, his leg wrapped in heavy bandages and bruising all over his body. He looks like hell but Cory clearly isn't looking at that. He's looking at the gleaming title belt hanging loosely from LIGHT's hand. The Bear takes a few steps forward, and seems amused when LIGHT doesn't step out of the way.

The Bear: You know, this doesn't make you brave. This makes you stupid. I've been beating you all over the place all month and you haven't been able to do ANYTHING.

LIGHT walks away from the wall, limping heavily on one leg from where the bear trap was snapped down on it last week. He stands in front of the taller man and looks him dead in his eye.

LIGHT: I haven't been able to do anything? Maybe you haven't been paying attention. You attacked me and I got back up. You shot at me and my friends, and I came looking for you. You snapped a bear trap on my leg and here I stand. You tried to hit me with a car and I. Am. Still. Standing. I haven't been able to do anything? I've done the only thing a person needs to do to beat a guy like you, Steel. I got back up. And as long as you keep coming my way? I'll never stop fighting.

He winces from a shooting pain in his thigh as he raises the Underground belt up right in Steel's face.

LIGHT: You will never have this again. Because I will never stay down.

Steel's lip twitches for a second and he looks like he might explode. But then, he simply shakes his head and pokes a finger into LIGHT's chest.

The Bear: What do you think you are? You think you're a superhero now because you wear a mask is that it? Well, I've got news for you little man. If you're Batman, I'm Bane. If you're Superman, I'm Doomsday.

LIGHT's head cocks to the side.

LIGHT: You know what's funny? People always forget how those stories ended.

With that, he suddenly explodes into motion and throws an elbow to the face of Steel. He takes the shot full on and simply smirks in return, only for LIGHT to blast him with three more that send him stumbling back in shock. Cory roars in anger and steps in, throwing a huge right hand that LIGHT ducks underneath. The luchador throws a few kicks to the gut of Steel only to suddenly cry out in pain as his body rejects putting so much weight on the limb. It's all the opening Cory needs. He charges forward, driving LIGHT backward and tackling him into a wall. He knees him savagely in the gut over and over, snarling as he does so until he finally cracks a wicked headbutt that sends LIGHT to the ground.

The Bear: Go ahead, go ahead. Get up. See what happens.

But LIGHT doesn't seem to be moving. Cory bends down and picks up the Underground belt, before laying it carefully on the ground in front of his opponent.

The Bear: You're keeping this for exactly as long as I say you are. Until I break you in front of the entire world.

He walks away, touching his forehead where a little bit of blood has come trickling out. He wipes a bit of it on his sleeve before he continues walking away. He's nearly out of the shot when suddenly there's a sound behind him.

LIGHT: We're not done.

Somehow, against all odds, the masked man has managed to make it to his feet. He stumbles back and forth, blood dripping from the exposed mouth hole on the mask. It's been a short fight but an absolutely brutal one on both men. Cory charges back toward him, only for LIGHT to dart forward and starting throwing punches. Cory swings back but suddenly, the masked man leaps into the air and smashes both of his knees into Cory's chest. Cory falls back, landing hard on the cement only for LIGHT to come crashing down on top of him. He hammers his fist into Cory's face, over and over again. Cory is still too strong though, reaching a hand up and using it to push LIGHT off of him. The Bear scrambles to his feet, stumbling end over end and fleeing as fast as he can.

LIGHT: Come on Bear. Isn't this what you wanted?

Cory Steel grits his teeth and goes to step forward. LIGHT stares him down, his face impossible to read behind his mask, but makes a fist. Finally, for the first time since they crossed paths, it's Cory who backs away into the darkness backstage...

As Trauma returns, the camera catches up to Nathan Saniti strolling down the hallway, searching desperately for something or someone. He stops a rushing stagehand, who has his eyes fixated upon a clipboard, with a tip of his hat.

Saniti: Good evening, young man. I don't suppose you happen to know is Miss Starr is in the building, would you?

Stagehand: Yeah. She's over by makeup, getting "Dollfaced."

The Stagehand jerks a thumb down the corridor off to the left and returns to his duties without so much as a goodbye. Saniti looks perplexed as he returns his gaze to the exiting help.

Saniti: Thank you so... Well, that was rude.

Saniti begins parading down the adjacent passage to where Kelli Starr is being touched up by the resident makeup lady. Seeing Nathan approach in the mirror, the lady smiles knowingly, giggling coyly in Kelli's ear. Nathan bows discretely as both women watch him draw near.

Makeup Lady: Here he comes. I'll just leave you two alone.

She exits the area as Nathan nods his head in appreciation. Kelli, however, doesn't seem eager to pay him a bit of attention. She grabs up a brush and finishes the job started by the assistant. Nathan draws in a deep breath, summoning all of his courage to speak.

Saniti: Miss Starr, I... I must apologize for my actions last week.

Kelli continues to apply her makeup, completely ignoring Nathan. Nathan's face bunches up into a perplexed look. He suddenly checks the mirror to affirm his reflection is present.

Saniti: Miss Starr... Kelli... I care deeply for you and wish to make amends. Please talk to me.

Once more, Kelli gives Nathan the cold shoulder. Fright overcomes confusion as Nathan tears off down the hall at full tilt. As he leaves, the callous look Kelli had before turns into one of deep regret, nearly bringing her to tears. She quickly snatches a tissue, dabbing at her eyes.

Kelli: Nathan... I'm so sorry.

After a moment to pause on that situation, the cameras cut back to ringside. 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.

Ace Anderson: What is this? She's not scheduled to be here!

Jerry Andrews: Are you going to tell her to leave Ace?

Ace Anderson: Hell no! I'm not going anywhere near her!

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.

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh.

As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.
She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron
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 with a microphone.

Alexa Black: "Hello PCW fans!"

Loud boos and jeers erupt from the crowd.

Alexa Black: "It seems that PCW management has for now decided to keep me from doing my job by not only leaving me off the card for Trauma but also out of the Iceman Invitational Tournament...."

She paces up and down in the ring her face a mixture rage and hate.

Alexa Black: "Fraaaaaaaank.... FRANK FOLEY!

She screeches the name with a venomous stare into the camera

Alexa Black: "I know you can hear me you bald B******d! You think I don't know this is your doing? That you can ignore me and just sit in your office like nothing is happening?

I DONT LIKE TO BE IGNORED FRANK! IF THIS CONTINUES I PROMISE YOU I WILL DESTROY PCW WITHOUT MERCY...."

And..."

As she says that five black shirt PCW security staff rush the ring and try to restrain her.

Ace Anderson: Good. Get this nut job out of here!

They surround her and grab her but she quickly reacts and clotheslines the nearest guard to the floor.

She turns her rage to the next guard who grabs her from behind only to find himself thrown over her shoulder onto the mat. She waits for him to get up and then crushes his skull with a Facebreaker kick.

The other two try to run but Alexa will have none of it. Charging she spears the 3rd guard who falls like a sack of potatoes.

Being the last one left the guard begs for mercy but Alexa's eyes show none. She kicks him in the gut and spikes him with a Cradle DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Who will stop this deranged woman? She just DESTROYED security.

Ace Anderson: I just don't know Jerry, I just don't know.

Suddenly Dave Brant and Domino D'Angelo rush the ring and Alexa knows that these two are going to be more tricky to stop.

She reaches under the ring and pulls out a long grey steel pipe it's surface still bloody.

Ace Anderson: Wait a minute that's that damn pipe she used to take out The Faces Of Fear!

Brant approaches Alexa and tries to restrain her but as he does she swings the pipe and connects with his ribs then follows up with a hard shot to the knee. With the big man down she once again shows her incredible strength lifting him up and setting him up on her shoulders before driving him down with the Kiss Of Death spiking him violently head first into the floor.

Ace Anderson: Oh God no!

Enraged D'Angelo rolls down out of the ring and charges Alexa. But Alexa sees him coming and ducks out of the way and D'Angelo slams into the ring post and down to the floor.

Seeing this Alexa pounces and applies the Spiders Web choking the big man. D'Angelo's face goes bright red as the oxygen leaves his body and he fades into unconsciousness. Alexa keeps the hold applied and doesn't break it as we see a pool of blood form at the corner of his mouth and dribble down to his lip

His head hangs and his eyes close as he is completely out. Alexa releases the hold finally and pics up the mic again.

Alexa Black: "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. I'm not going to be ignored and I'm not going to be sitting at home doing nothing. You'd better pay attention to my words Foley. PCW has been bitten by the Black Widow and the poison will kill it. There is no cure there is no hope."

She looks directly into the camera staring a hole through it and says in a chilling voice

"Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru"

She drops the mic and walks calmly up the ramp and backstage as we see medical personnel attending to the injured as we go to commercial.

Jerry Andrews: This upcoming first round match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament should be a real dandy. It's no secret that there is more than a little animosity between Mr. Showtime and the Bear.

Ace Anderson: The bad blood between these two has been brewing since Steel was the Black Hand's enforcer. Neither man ever saw eye to eye and it's all coming to a head here tonight...with a shot at advancing to the next round on the line!

Jerry Andrews: The Bear already saw some action earlier tonight in a backstage battle with LIGHT. You have to wonder if that will hurt him in this important match.

The school bells ring out as “Heaven Knows” by The Pretty Reckless starts up, causing the PCW Faithful to cheer for the powerhouse. The arena is drenched in black and red as the Bear stomps out clad in an authentic bearskin cloak, the dead eyes of the bear head gazing lifelessly ahead. The bear head slowly raises and reveals the stone face of Cory Steel. With a roar, the Bear marches down the aisle and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Tossing the animal cowl aside, he enters the ring and runs the ropes as he awaits the arrival of Showtime.

Jerry Andrews: Word on the street is that Cory and his Saints of Killers thugs destroyed Wryght's luxurious New Jersey home.

Ace Anderson: Reports are unclear, but one of my sources told me that Showtime retaliated against some of Steel's brothers.

The arena goes dark as the opening of “Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys twangs over the speakers. Although there are smatterings of applause, the majority of the Faithful respond negatively to “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. The Oscar award winner emerges from the back and stands at the top of the ramp, but his music abruptly cuts out and “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash replaces it. Grimm and Sadistic slowly emerge from the back to flank Showtime on either side, further drawing the ire of the fans. Wryght slowly peers back at them and shakes his head, motioning for them to leave him.

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand are out in full force, but it looks like Showtime wants to do this by himself. He wants to face Steel man to man.

The Dillinger brothers glance at each other before shrugging and patting Wryght on the shoulders to wish him luck. The Hangtown Horrors disappear to the back as Mr. Showtime goes this one Hans Solo. He and the Bear lock eyes Wryght heads to the ring. Michael enters the ring and the tension between these two PCW heavy hitters is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs "The Bear" Cory Steel
Referee: Ty Little

Ace Anderson: Ty Little is gonna have his hands full with this match. Giving the hostility between these two men, he's cautioning them to keep things clean.

Jerry Andrews: Good luck with that. Showtime wants to protect the Black Hand and Cory wants to destroy them.

Ace Anderson: This is an interesting match up. Cory Steel might be the strongest superstar on the roster, but Showtime is arguably the most well-rounded. In my opinion, the only guy that can match Showtime in all-around technical ability is the man that Showtime marked at Mass Destruction: Justin Michaels.

Ever the brawler, Cory Steel attempts to use his nearly forty pound weight advantage to bully Showtime at the onset of the match. A highly skilled bare knuckle boxer, Cory uses his giant meat hook fists to unload some heavy body shots on Wryght in the corner. Showtime, the wily veteran, covers up so that Cory might punch himself tired, but some of the blows hit their mark. Having absorbed enough of the heavy handed shots, Showtime drives a knee into Steel's midsection. Hitting the ropes, Showtime ducks a wicked clothesline, stops immediately, and takes out Cory's knee with a chopblock! Steel drops like a rock and clutches at his knee. The Showtime of yesteryear would have played to the crowd, but the Showtime of today goes right for the knee with vicious stomps!

Ace Anderson: Some classic Mikey Wryght here going for the knee. He's trying to soften him up for the Spotlight.

Steel fights back up to his feet, but Showtime catches him with a short-arm clothesline. Cory doesn't go down. Wryght hits another short-arm clothesline, but again the Bear is only staggered. Showtime pulls him in for a third, but Cory connects with a clothesline of his own that flips Showtime onto his stomach! The fans roar as the Bear flexes his knee a few times and tests it before putting weight on it. Showtime is to his knees when Steel Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a stiff spinebuster followed by a cover. 1...2...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: You're not going to put Showtime away like that. You've gotta hook the leg.

Steel hefts Showtime onto his shoulder for some sort of powerslam and charges out of the corner, but Showtime slips off his shoulder and shoves the Bear sternum-first into the turnbuckle! Staggering backwards out of the corner, Showtime plants him with the crossed arms backdrop! Showtime with the cover. 1...2...kickout! Showtime forces the former King of the Underground back into the corner and could it be? Yes! Chops! Chops are served! After eight of the stinging backhands, Cory's had enough! The Bear lands a giant headbutt that staggers Showtime, and he follows it up with big boot to the jaw! Cory hooks the leg for a cover. 1...2...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: A close nearfall for the Bear, but Wryght managed to shoot the shoulder up.

As Michael tries to readjust his jaw, Cory waits for him to stand. Once Showtime has regained his vertical base, Steel charges with another big boot! But Showtime scores with a low dropkick to Cory's already weakened knee that causes his leg to buckle at an awkward angle! The fans groan, but Wryght is relentless. Showtime really goes to work on the damaged limb with a series of stomps and knee drops. Steel connects with an uppercut that buys him some time, but by the time he stands Showtime is waiting with a shuffle back kick! And Steel is out! 1...2...kickout!!!

Ace Anderson: So close! Cory's seeing stars right now. Not sure how he got the shoulder up there. He's gotta be running on instincts right now.

Undeterred, Showtime continues the relentless assault. He scoops up the nearly three hundred pounder and executes a textbook backbreaker, but does not drop him. Instead he brings him over his knee for another backbreaker! Again, he doesn't let go, opting instead to plant him with a side slam in an impressive show of strength! Michael hooks the leg, but Cory kicks out at two. Sensing the end, Showtime pulls Cory in for a single-arm DDT and leaps into the air for added impact...but Cory transitions him into a brutal swinging side slam! Cory drapes an arm over his foe. 1...2...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: No! Showtime just got the shoulder up, and both of these guys have got to be exhausted!

Or are they? Cory looks like he's gotten his second wind as he lets out a Grizzly roar that incites the Faithful. Cory is going to tear Showtime apart, bad knee and all. Showtime makes it to his hands and knees before Steel lifts him into the air and connects with a sit-out powerbomb! 1...2...kickout! Cory locks in a Full Nelson and jerks Showtime to his feet before powering him into the air with a Full Nelson slam! Cory with the cover. 1...2...kickout! Showtime is woozy as he gets to his hands and knees in the corner. Steel pats his knee, signaling to the fans that he's about to crush Wryght's face...and he charges. At the last second, Wryght steps to the side to dodge a charging kneelift and hooks Cory's plant leg in the process sending him airborne. Steel is turned upside down as he lands awkwardly in the ropes, his weakened knee in particular getting tangled and mangled!

Ace Anderson: Oh, no! That looked nasty! Cory Steel could have blown out his knee!

You might as well put a big, red bull's eye on Cory's knee, because Showtime goes right for it. Grabbing Steel's boot, Wryght drags the Bear into the center of the ring and wrenches on that knee a few times before locking his legs together. Showtime attempts to turn the Bear over...and he's got him!

Jerry Andrews: Showtime has the Spotlight locked in, and I don't know how much more punishment Cory's knee can take! He may have already suffered serious permanent damage!

Ace Anderson: Steel had Showtime right where he wanted him! Unfortunately, he got his knee jacked up in the ropes.

Cory attempts to fight his way out, but the pain to that damaged knee is excruciating. Wryght cranks on the move even more by driving his knee into the small of Cory's back, and the Bear begins to fade. It's only a matter of time and eventually, Cory Steel is forced to tap out. The fans begin booing as Ty Little calls for the bell, but Showtime refuses to release the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on! This is uncalled for! Showtime has already won the match. Now he's trying to punish Cory Steel!

Ace Anderson: This is a vendetta!

After getting in a few more seconds of punishment, Showtime drops Steel to the mat to a chorus of boos. Paying no mind to the unhappy fans, Showtime heads to the back as “Gold on the Ceiling” starts back up.

Winner: “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght by submission @ 12:29

Trauma is back and Nathan Saniti is seen running up to a random attendant as time closes in upon his match. With a panicked look, he grabs the unsuspecting man by both shoulders, spinning him to stare him square in the eyes.

Saniti: You CAN see me, correct?

The attendant appears to be frightened for his own well being as he stammers an answer.

Attendant: Y... Yes?

Saniti: You see me? Yet Miss Starr appeared to not be able to. Am I dead to her? Am... Am I dead at all?

Attendant: You're scaring me.

An epiphany strikes Saniti. His eyes grow wide.

Saniti: I'm frightening you? I MUST be dead!

Attendant: Sir, you're alive. You're just acting... Strangely. Even for you.

Saniti: If I'm not dead, an you can see me... That means... She spurned me. Miss Starr brushed me off.

Saniti's eyes darken with rage. The Attendant's voice quivers as he speaks.

Attendant: Mr. Saniti, it's time for your match.

Saniti: I can't believe she spurned me. How DARE she!

Nathan tears through the curtain with anger-induced determination.

"Circus Envy," by R.E.M. blasts through the airwaves. The music starts as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the audience. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes Saniti completely. Just as the smoke enshrines him, a line of pyro blasts a path straight down to the bottom of the ramp. Once the smoke clears from the final boom, Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Introducing first, currently making his way to the ring, he is the current PCW International Champion: NATHAN SANITI!"

“All Of The Lights” by Kanye West hits the speakers as the lights drop out inside the arena. As the horns of the song start to sound, no one comes out. The crowd waits. People start to get restless. Finally, LIGHT makes his way into the arena, limping a great deal.

"And his opponent, he is King of the Underground: LIGHT!"

He struggles to the ring, barely able to walk. Using all of his strength, LIGHT pulls himself up to the middle rope and points to one side of the arena as the lights in that half of the building come up. LIGHT then drops down to the mat as the lights in the rest of the building come up. He stumbles down to one knee.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
LIGHT (Underground ♚) vs Nathan Saniti (International ©)
Referee: Charles Lim

The bell rings and the two competitors walk towards the center of the ring. Well, one does. LIGHT limps his way there in obvious pain.

Jerry Andrews: LIGHT is in serious pain after that ridiculous bear trap attack on the last episode of Trauma!

Ace Anderson: I know he wanted revenge, but he should have saved his strength for this match, not that brawl he had with Cory Steel backstage!

As the two men meet, suddenly Saniti kicks LIGHT's good leg out from under him. LIGHT collapses to the mat in pain. Nathan shows no mercy and he stomps away on the injured leg. The referee tries to get Saniti to relent and he does... but not right away. LIGHT crawls to the ropes and he tries to pull himself up to his feet. When he finally succeeds, it doesn't really matter, because Saniti dives and takes his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the mat once more.

Jerry Andrews: LIGHT is putting his career in jeopardy here competing in this match.

Ace Anderson: Maybe he shouldn't have even showed up. This is bad.

Saniti doesn't stop. He pulls his opponent up and nails him with a delayed spinning suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Whirling Dervish!

Ace Anderson: I mean, you can't really blame Saniti here. He wants to win this match and advance in the tournament, but this isn't pretty.

Jerry Andrews: You're right, it's not and Saniti's going after that injured leg again.

Nathan Saniti stomps away on the injured leg. LIGHT struggles to escape and he kicks Saniti away with his good leg. He then pulls himself up slowly, but Nathan is on him once again. LIGHT tries to battle back, but Saniti is coming on too strong.

Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check!!! He set that up and hit it perfectly!

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

Winner: Nathan Saniti by pinfall @ 5:15

After Nathan has his hands are raised in victory, "Prescription," by Mindless Self Indulgence erupts as Nathan spins his attention to the ramp. His hate-filled eyes soften as he stares hopefully, awaiting anxiously for Kelli to appear, yet nothing happens. The longer her music plays, the deeper his heart sinks. With no appearance from his beloved, he grows heavy with disappointment as he exits the ring sullenly.

Tonight wasn't a great night for Crazy Boy. Once again, he failed an opportunity to advance past the first round of The Icemann Invitational Tournament. He tried, he really did...and it showed with the way he moved in the ring against Stormm. Unfortunately, like he has more times than any other Superstar in PCW history, Tyrone Smith could not get the job done...

...and it's this Tyrone that we find sitting in a corner backstage. Alone. With sweat still dripping from his brow and his head lowered into his hands, Tyrone can be heard muttering to himself.

Crazy Boy: Another match, another loss. Sixty-one losses...why do I even show up? I get on a roll and win one, two matches in a row...and then I lose eleventy in sequence. Stormm shouldn't have beaten me tonight. I shouldn't have lost in that tag team match the week before...I should have walked out of Mass Destruction as the new International Champion...and here I sit, in a hallway...talking to myself. No friends, few fans...all by myself.

It is now that the familiar voice of Frank Foley echoes above Crazy Boy.

Frank Foley: Not all by yourself. I hear ya.

Crazy Boy diverts his eyes upward towards the Pure Class Wrestling President then scoffs before lowering his head again.

Frank Foley: Listen, Tyrone. I know you have no reason to believe me or trust me, but you're one of the most important pieces in Pure Class Wrestling. I've seen you start in this Company, and I've seen you reach peaks others only wish they had an opportunity for. So you don't have the best win/loss record...guess what?...neither does PCW Hall of Famer Pegasus.

An audible pop of cheers can be heard coming from ringside at the mention of Pegasus's name.

Frank Foley: The fans don't care whether you win or lose, and neither do I. But if you care, I'm going to tell you a secret...All you need to do is focus. And I'm going to give you another chance to focus at Trauma 171. As you may have noticed, LIGHT has been having some troubles recently and he decided to strike back tonight and cause chaos backstage on this program.

As you may or may not know, I do not appreciate people taking the law into their own hands, no matter how they do it or why they do it. So I am demanding that LIGHT show up next week, no matter what physical state he may be in, and that he defend the Underground Championship. And I can't think of anyone more underground than you, Ty. So I'm going to give you another opportunity...when you go up against LIGHT at T171 for the Underground Championship.

Another pop can be heard, signaling the fans appreciate the announcement.

Frank Foley: Of course that match will be fought under Underground Rules, so there's no count-outs, no disqualifications...remind everyone how crazy you can be.

Crazy Boy again diverts his eyes upward towards Foley but this time, speaks.

Crazy Boy: What's the catch?

For the first time since Foley arrived on the scene, the camera angle shows both Foley and Tyrone.

Frank Foley: No reeeaalll favor. I just want you to remember this opportunity I gave you...but if I do ask for a favor down the line, just remember that it was I, Frank Foley, who gave you this shot. If I do this for you, can you do that for me?

Crazy Boy: I'd be crazy not to.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, PCW Living a Legacy comes your way LIVE on Sunday May 24th and we've already got two outstanding matches signed!

Ace Anderson: That's right, on the last Trauma we heard that Sadistic will be defending his PCW World Championship in a triple threat elimination match against Gem and Eira!

Jerry Andrews: For once, it looks like the odds are against the Black Hand as Sadistic will have to battle two of his biggest rivals at the same time!

Ace Anderson: Yes, but you know that both Eira and Gem want that title badly. They're not going to just stand by and leave each other alone!

Jerry Andrews: Sure, but they might take Sadistic out and then face each other one-on-one!

Ace Anderson: They might! You never know what will happen in a triple threat match!

Jerry Andrews: Of course, the other huge main event that will be taking place at Living a Legacy is the final of The Icemann Invitational Tournament.

Ace Anderson: We've already seen a few competitors advance in the tournament and, at Living a Legacy, we will crown a winner!

Jerry Andrews: The tournament semifinals and final will take place at Living a Legacy with the winner getting a guaranteed shot at ANY PCW championship of their choosing at the next PPV.

Ace Anderson: You'd assume they'd go after the World Title, but I can tell you first hand, that's not always the case. Oh Baby! It's gonna be great!

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of tournament matches, our final first round match is going to take place... right now!

Suddenly the lights go down, followed by the screech of the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The ‘Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd. The repetitive tones last for ten seconds until more join them into a strict beat and letters begin to emerge from the chaos on the big screen…

“N… C… M”

… And the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead, combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness. As the beat continues, a single spotlight shines into the crowd and finds Non Compos Mentis himself in the stands! Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring.

“I disrespect you, dissect you, reject you,
The second you start to speak,
I try to see you, low-key you, and be you,
But you are way too boutique for me

You celebrate the world's mistakes
Cause you're so idle, you can't fail
You celebrate your worst mistakes
Cause you're an "idol" - you can't feel”

Mentis hops the security barrier and begins to walk around the ring, taking his time to look over the thousands of fans in attendance before turning toward the ring.

“I can't heal you from the pain (Through this pain you heal)
And I can't keep you entertained (Boredom makes you feel)
I can't wake you like cocaine (Cause you're deep in sleep)
And I can't keep you entertained (Through this pain you heal)”

Slowly he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. As the vocals of Faderhead climax the PA system shuts off with a jarring immediacy and the lights return to normal, leaving only the sound of the PCW Faithful. Mentis removes his jacket and throws it into his corner, then readies himself for the match.

Doctor"

"Patient"

As the frenetic percussion and rapid vocals sound out over the PCW loudspeakers, the entire arena's light system begins to strobe with a rainbow of multicolored lights flashing over the crowd and the entranceway as Kelli dances out into a white spotlight and the cheers of the crowd. As the uptempo 'Prescription’ by Mindless Self Indulgence continues, she makes her way down the ramp, giving high-fives, blowing kisses, dispensing hugs, and posing briefly for pictures with fans as she makes her energetic way to the ring! As she reaches the ring, she goes to slip under the ring ropes to enter buuuuuuuuuut ...

... the frenetic energy of the PCW faithful has reached a fever pitch and Kelli finds herself mobbed at ringside by the front row. Unable ... or unWILLING ... to tear herself away, she basks in the feeling with the crowd, hopping over the railing and partying hearty! It’s an HONEST-TO-GOD EVENT! Eddie Lane looking increasingly impatient, NCM looking apathetic ... as the seconds tick by. Finally, the start of the match now hanging in the balance, Lane hops out of the ring and moves to the front row. Repeatedly tapping Kelli on the shoulder and shouting at the top of his lungs, he finally nabs her attention. Slightly dejected but understanding all the while, she nimbly hops up on top of the ringsider barrier and gives one last fist raise before quickly entering the ring.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
Kelli Starr vs Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Eddie Lane

Finally, with both competitors in the ring, the bell can be sounded ...

DING DING DING!

... and the match is underway!

Jerry Andrews: And... here.... we.... go!

Kelli and NCM begin circling each other in this highly anticipated matchup. Icemann Invitational Qualifying Match AND the Main Event of the evening! Both of these competitors will have to pull out ALL the stops in order to advance. Both coming back off of highly publicized returns to the Pure Class stomping grounds, it’ll be interesting to see if their extended lay-off will affect them. Kelli obviously looking to out-speed the wily and unpredictable veteran in NCM, NCM’s key to success is keep the pace slower and more brutal. Kelli’s no stranger to a good fight, though. Perhaps some submission work would better suit NCM. But ... does that nutter even KNOW submissions?

Jerry Andrews: These two competitors came back to PCW together and....

Ace Anderson: They came back to PCW AT THE SAME TIME. We don't know if they're allied with one another or not...

Jerry Andrews: Good point. But you can assume....

Ace Anderson: I don't assume anything.

The crowd is on their feet as the two lock up! NCM getting the early advantage through sheer power, directing Kelli around the ring at his leisure. A succession of punches and boots leaves Kelli draped in the corner. A dash and BOOT! Kelli fends off the bull rush and sends NCM staggering back. Tackling him from behind, Kelli is quick to grind his face into the mat with reckless abandon! Sometimes, lunacy must be met with candy-coated cranial crushing. Or something.

Standing quickly, Kelli begins to lay the boots to NCM. Not letting him breathe for one SECOND. Stomp after stomp after stomp ... Kelli is relentless. The sound of computers mating begins to fill the speaker system. Skrillex, one would guess, but all dubstep sounds the same. HA! Kelli’s giving NCM some DUBSTEPS all right. Dubstepping his face into the canvas. TRADEMARKED.

Jerry Andrews: Boom!

The crowd cheering along, Kelli drags the fallen NCM to his feet. She’s looked dominant so far, but never count out old Non Comps Mentis. As crafty a cuss as they come. to be sure. As NCM reaches his full height, he grabs the hair of Kelli and pulls her face-first down across his shoulder with a jawbreaker (there’s your candy, Ms. Wonka) to give himself some breathing room. Lane warns NCM of the hair-pulling but NCM couldn’t care less. Dismissing the admonition of the official, NCM is on the hunt and Ms. Starr finds herself in an unenviable position.

Blindsiding Kelli, NCM takes the dazed Dollface and rushes her face first into the nearest turnbuckle. He’d be SO eager to mess up that carefully made up face. Several stiff shots and NCM twists 180 degrees and drops to a seated position, still holding Kelli’s head just under the jaw. Beautiful and visceral neckbreaker ... but he hangs on to the grip. Standing back up, he pulls Kelli along with him and drops for a second one. The impact is enough to make the viewer at home wince, but NCM isn’t finished JUST yet. Rising to his knees, NCM uses both hands and all the torque he can muster to flip Kelli up and over with an inverted snapmare takedown. Kelli now flat to the mat on her stomach, NCM returns the favor and rubs KELLI’S face into the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man...

NCM goes for a cover, but gets just a two count. Kelli’s resolve showing in full force, it’s obvious to everyone that she’s not quite done yet. She’d LOVE to revisit the prestige of TIIT’s finals with a solid victory over NCM in the opening round. NCM letting Starr expend her OWN energy to stand up (a very solid tactic), NCM explodes out of the gate with a clothesline to a still-rising Starr. Stopping on a dime, he turns to meet her as she rises again ...

... only to be met with a beautiful, picture-perfect Superkick! Leather on face, NCM drops like a felled Redwood, Kelli herself dropping to her knees. The desperation move just going to show how QUICKLY Kelli has picked up on the nuances of the wrestling ring wars, she knew full well that NCM would go for more than one. Catching her breath, she’s keeping a close eye on NCM as he struggles to make his way to his feet. Rising slowly, she’s got NCM dead in her sights ...

... NCM’s up in a flash and Kelli goes for the Candygram! Hello, Mr. Mentis, would you like some candy?!

No, no thank you. In fact, I have something I would like to give YOU. Have a Blunt! Blunt Trauma!

Ace Anderson: Both competitors going for their home-run swings!

Fists colliding with sickening precision ... the bone-crunching sound echoes throughout the ringside area. Both Starr and NCM cradling their fists, a look of anger and disbelief crosses both of their faces. The sudden explosion that follows is violent, to say the least. Kelli and NCM dash in to meet each other, tangled up and brawling. It’s hard to separate the ill-intending competitors. A mash-up of fists and feet, knees and elbows. It looks like NOW, all strategy has flown the coop. The momentum stumbling both to the ropes, they refuse to lay off their assaults ... even as they tumble to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Wow! This battle has spilled to the outside now!

Ace Anderson: I love it!

Landing on the ringside mats, they’re fighting as they stand! This has become a fight! Not just a match, but a FIGHT. The two battling back and forth, it’s bowling-shoe ugly as they wend their way around the ring towards the bottom of the ramp. NCM going for a rake to the eyes, Kelli is quick enough to grab the hand and take a gnarly bite out of that dirty, dirty man’s hand. Where’s Listerine as a sponsor when you need it? NCM cradles the affected digits and begins the retreat, Kelli looking back towards the ring when ...

Jerry Andrews: ... uh-oh.

Ace Anderson: We have company.

The Dillingers.

Billy Sadistic and Phinehas Grimm. The Hangtown Horrors. Casually making their way to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This can't be good.

It’s no secret what’s in store for two valiant gladiators. Grimm takes a run at NCM who has NO idea what is coming. Grimm begins to unload into NCM as Eddie Lane looks on. Kelli, on the other hand, is the apple of Sadistic’s eye. She rolls back into the ring just as Sadistic gets there. Kelli looks trapped by the oncoming maelstrom but ... AHA! A bright, shining light pours forth from the back and out rushes Nathan Saniti! God let’s hope he gets there in time!

Jerry Andrews: NATHAN SANITI IS HERE!

The crowd is cheering, elated at the seemingly in time save! Hell, even NCM is fending Grimm off! Maybe this won’t end so badly.

As Nathan reaches the ringside area ... a shock. Twofold.

The first? The ringside bell ringing. That seems to stop both Nathan AND NCM in their tracks.

Winner: NCM via disqualification @ 19:32

The crowd is stunned ...

... but not as stunned as what Nathan Saniti, Non Compos Mentis, and the whole wide world find standing dead center of the ring.

Kelli Starr, arms wrapped around Billy Sadistic’s waist in a safe and almost comfortable embrace. A smile stretched across her makeup smeared countenance, as calm as can be. Unharmed in the SLIGHTEST, the look on Nathan’s face is a complete contrast ... shock and horror ... to Kelli Starr’s restful and nearly HAPPY grin.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God..... we’ve run out of time, ladies and gentlemen! We'll keep the cameras rolling! Kelli Starr and the Black Hand?!

Ace Anderson: What is going on!? Where does that leave Nathan Saniti?

Jerry Andrews: How even does that a thing?! Tune in to the next Trauma to find out!

*CLICK*

Kristoff Michaelson def. High Tide
Justin "Stormm" Michaels def. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght def. "The Bear" Cory Steel
Nathan Saniti def. LIGHT
Non Compos Mentis def. Kelli Starr

Sorry again for the delay. I should be back on schedule for the next show. Also, thank you to everyone who sent in segs for the show. It means a lot and they make the show so much better. Thank you. The next card will be up ASAP.