Living a Legacy VII Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Living a Legacy VII
Sunday May 24th, 2015

It's raining lava got me sweating I can feel the heat
the fires ragging no telling what's bout to come for me

If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If the lights go out I'm forever in your memory
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy

It's true the eyes are the windows of a person's soul
It's like I'm staring in the mirror when I look at you
I turn the heavens down if the devil came for you
I'd rather go through hell or high waters
Yeah it's true

If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If the lights go out I'm forever in your memory
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy

The event begins with an opening video package highlighting the feuds and battles that brought us to this point. A voice over begins: "Tonight, PCW stars will have the opportunity to forge their own legacies. From vanquishing hated rivals, to settling personal scores to claiming championship gold and tournament glory, it is a night to take chances and seize opportunities. It is a night to write the next chapter in each individual's story. It is a night to take the next step towards immortality. It is time to Live your Legacy."

Inside the arena, it suddenly goes black. The big screen inside the arena lights up and the words of Ray Bradbury from Fahrenheit 451 are heard.

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”

The screen is then filled with five words: WHAT WILL BE YOUR LEGACY?

Pyro explodes throughout the building, bringing the crowd to life.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME TO LIVING A LEGACY!!!

Ace Anderson: Welcome to one of the biggest and most competitive cards in the history of our company!

Jerry Andrews: I'm Jerry Andrews and I'm ready to watch our PCW stars build their legacies here tonight!

Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and oh man am I excited for this show!

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

Jerry Andrews: Oh man, here we go already!

A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime”. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring.

Ace Anderson: No one is wasting any time here tonight! I love it!

Showtime walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

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!"

Jerry Andrews: Ohhhh baby... I guess the first match of the night is happening right now!

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!"

Michael Wryght: Hold up, cut that shitty music.

During the Force of Nature’s entrance, Mr. Showtime had grabbed a microphone and is now pushing Sasha Green out of the Ring. The fans are not happy about the interruption, but as Stormm stops his progress, he sighs and shakes his head. He figured this was coming.

Michael Wryght: Now Stormmy, we all know that you don’t like me, and I don’t blame you. You’re probably the only one, but still I don’t blame you. The fact of the matter is that you are a marked man. I have found out an awful lot over the last few weeks, and I have to say you’ve been doomed from the start.

Michaels rolls his eyes and encourages the crowd’s reaction towards Showtime, trying to get him to shut the hell up already, but The Frickin Superstar isn’t finished yet.

Michael Wryght: There are two things that I cannot let happen. The first is having your cowardice rob the Pure Class Wrestling fans the chance to see the North American Title defended here tonight. The second is that I will be damned if I let you break the longest NA title run unattested. So if you have the testicular fortitude, why don’t you put that belt on the line right here and right now!

Stormm, having had enough of Showtime’s nonsense, reaches behind his back and pulls a microphone from under his t-shirt. The PCW faithful let out a show of support for the Force of Nature, as he seems to have come to the ring prepared, and it doesn’t appear to set well with Michael Wryght. Showtime turns to the time keeper demanding that they cut off the Force of Nature’s mic.

Justin Michaels: If there is one thing that everyone here knows for certain, it’s that you know how to run your mouth, without saying anything of substance. The thing is, Mikey, you’ve wasted your breath.

The fans cheer as Mr. Showtime stomps around the ring in a fit at Stormm’s response. This was supposed to be a one sided conversation and Justin’s preparedness is clearly infuriating Wryght. Stormm begins to pace back and forth outside of the ring with a smile on his face.

Justin Michaels: You see, I’ve already got it taken care of. You want to challenge me for MY North American Championship? You’ve got it! The thing is, I had a nice little chat with Mr. Frank Foley just before you swaggered down to the ring, thinking you’d have the upper hand on me by tossing out this challenge. The match was made official before you even opened your big mouth!

Showtime, calming down from his rage inside of the squared circle, seems to listen contently as Stormm continues. Showtime isn’t interested in getting sucked into what Stormm may also have up his sleeve.

Justin Michaels: But, to make this match even more interesting, I did ask a favor of Mr. Foley. I had a feeling you were going to toss out this kind of challenge, so while I am putting up my title, happily, and willingly, but I wanted to add something to put this Icemann Invitational match in the history books for Pure Class Wrestling, and Frank agreed. So not only is this going to be a North American title match, it’s also going to be a submission match!

This sets Showtime off again, and the fans go wild. Showtime goes to each corner asking if those in attendance can believe the audacity of this situation. As Michael Wryght comes full circle he locks eyes with Michaels, and it all seems to click.

Michael Wryght: This is utter bullshit, you know that, Stormmy. But damn you are dumber than you look. If you want to go up against the most skilled technical wrestler in Pure Class Wrestling, I will be glad to make you cry and quit like a little girl. That’s obviously what you were looking for, right? Nothing else would make sense.

Justin Michael just laughs at Michael Wryght’s attempt to compare their skills. It irks Showtime to no end, but he keeps his composure this time around.

Justin Michaels: It seems we are both getting what we want, but you just can’t keep yourself from blowing hot air, can you?

The crowd is inclined to agree with the Force of Nature, as they are ready to see a wrestling match, and not more of a man talking, because he enjoys the sound of his own voice.

Michael Wryght: But in all seriousness, Justin. I do really want to apologize for the twins. Marking them with the rattles was not my intention. As I said before, bringing children into our mess was not part of the plan.

Justin Michaels: Your words are falling on deaf ears, Mikey! You’re going to have to beat me in the ring, because your mind games just aren’t going to work!

Michael Wryght: No seriously, Justin. I’m sorry.

Away from the mic you can see Stormm mouth the words “fuck you” and has had enough of all of this talk. Michaels tosses the North American title to the ground, and tears off his t-shirt, and then slides under the bottom rope to get this match started. Mr. Showtime takes one step towards stomping a mud hole in the back of Justin’s head, but decides it best not to. As a result Wryght lets Stormm get to his feet and both men begin an onslaught of flying punches. Joseph Buckland is forced to call for the bell to get the match started.

Jerry Andrews: I've been lickin' my chops for this match all week. What a way to kick off Living a Legacy VII!

The Icemann Invitational Tournament Semi-Finals Submission Match
PCW North American Championship Match
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©)
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Ace Anderson: Well, this has certainly become even more interesting. Not only is the North American Championship on the line, but it'll be decided in a Submission match. That's an Icemann Invitational Tournament first, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Indeed it is, Ace. This has got to be a wrestling geek's wet dream as the two greatest technical wrestlers in the world will finally settle the debate once and for all. Who is the greatest grappler of the modern era? We're about to find out.

After giving both men the rules rundown, Bucky Joe holds the North American Championship high above his head for all of the Faithful to see before handing it off for safe keeping and calling for the bell.

Jerry Andrews: If my calculations are correct, Ace, then Michaels is only a few days away from owning the longest North American Championship reign. It's simple. If Justin wins tonight, he owns the record. If not, well...

The match starts off slowly. Two tacticians circling one another. Oh, they've done battle before, but this time it just seems...bigger. The stakes are higher: The North American Championship, the tournament trophy, and perhaps most important...their pride. The circling stops abruptly as both men take the center of the ring staring directly into the other's eyes. Showtime puts his hands on Stormm to push him away but Michaels is quick to react with a violent shove, prompting the fans to cheer.

Ace Anderson: Folks, this feud between Justin Michaels and the Black Hand, Showtime in particular, has been brewing for quite some time. There has always been a professional rivalry between the two, but Wryght's made it personal.

The two circle again before locking up and Stormm is quick to shove Michael into the corner in an attempt to exert his dominance. Unimpressed, Wryght presses forward right into a Stormm side headlock. Wryght takes Stormm to the ropes and shoves him off. Justin rebounds. Showtime drops down. Then leapfrogs. And Michaels has such a head of steam that when he smashes Showtime with a shoulder tackle the Black Hand member is knocked clean trough the ropes to the outside!

Ace Anderson: Whoa! What a collision! Mikey Wryght took the brunt of that!

The fans cheer on the Force of Nature as Wryght casually takes an eight-count before climbing back inside. Once again, they circle and tie up but Showtime is quick to grab a side headlock takedown, but Stormm counters with a headscissors. Mikey is able to kip out and he catches Stormm with another side headlock takedown. Stormm is grounded momentarily but eventually works his way to his feet and takes Showtime to the ropes. Shoving him off, he awaits Wryght on the rebound with a slam only to have Showtime float over Stormm's back and grab a standing armlock for a submission attempt!

Jerry Anderson: Showtime is the first to attempt a submission!

Michaels doesn't stay locked up long. He frees himself with a drop toe hold and floats into an arm wrench of his own. Wryght struggles before front handspringing to his feet, reversing the wristlock, and grabbing another side headlock takedown. Showtime rolls Justin onto his shoulder blades, but this is a submission only match so referee Buckland doesn't even attempt a count. Justin works a couple angles to break free, but Mikey has him grounded. Stormm works himself to his hands and knees and struggles before slipping out the backdoor and countering Showtime into a hammerlock. Keeping Showtime facedown, Stormm drives a pair of knees into the hammerlocked arm. Unwilling to take anymore of those knees, Wryght powers back up to his feet with Stormm still latched onto his arm. Showtime looks for an escape before blasting Michaels in the face with a stiff elbow!

Ace Anderson: Ouch! Point of the elbow right in the eye socket! Those would account for at least half a dozen shiners throughout my career.

Showtime doesn't waste any time grabbing the wrist and executing a full arm drag and twist before wrenching up on the arm. Yanking down violently, Wryght tries to pull the arm out of socket. Creating some space, Stormm somersaults forward, then backward, then into a front handspring before reversing the wristlock and wrenching him facefirst into the mat. The Force of Nature upgrades to a side armlock but Wryght has no intention of giving in this easily. Shoving his hand against Justin's face, Mikey forces himself back to his feet. Taking him to the ropes he shoots him to the far side. Showtime drops down, Michaels off the near side, Wryght for the leapfrog...but Stormm catches him in mid-air! Slamming Wryght to the mat, Stormm hooks Mikey's ankles, uses his knees as a fulcrum, and slingshots Wryght chest-first into the top turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Oh! What impact!

Ace Anderson: We're already ten minutes in and neither man has come close to a submission.

The fans are firmly in Stormm's corner and he can feel the momentum. He waits for Showtime to get to his knees before sliding in a half Nelson...and he's attempting to lock in his Eye of the Stormm submission! The volume in Pure Class Arena rises, but Showtime instinctively grabs the ropes and Buckland calls for the break.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm trying to finish him...but Wryght with enough wherewithal to get to the ropes.

Showtime shakes out his arm as the two lock up again and Michaels takes his foe down with an arm drag takedown followed by an armlock. Showtime refuses to stay down. Pressing back to his feet, Showtime scoops Michaels up and slams him to the mat...but Justin does not relinquish the hold and he pulls Wryght right back down to the mat with him into a stepover wristlock. Showtime shoves his way back up and takes him to the ropes before rifling him off to the opposite side. Showtime drops down, Michaels floats over and rebounds, and Wryght sends Stormm flipping through the air with a running knee to the mid-section!

Ace Anderson: BAM! Wryght with the kitchen sink and that had to drive the air out of the champion!

Showtime takes a moment to pander to the crowd, harking back to the Mr. Showtime of old, before going after Michaels again with a stomp to the gut. Mikey hits a leg drop before slapping on a rear chinlock. Stormm clutches his ribs as he rolls to his knees and starts to push his way up. He's to his feet and he rams an elbow into Wryght's gut. Then another. A third breaks the hold and Stormm hits the ropes...but Wryght follows right behind him nails him with a back elbow to the face. Showtime drives a forearm across Justin's throat before pulling him to his feet by his ears. Mikey lifts Justin and executes a backbreaker, but hangs on. He cracks the champion with a second backbreaker before connecting with a beautiful sidewalk slam.

Jerry Andrews: Vintage Michael Wryght and Stormm is in a bad way right now.

Showtime tries to lock in a kimura, but Stormm blocks it and regains his vertical base before countering with an Irish whip. Wryght reverses and pulls Stormm right into a shortarm clothesline! Looking to wear down the champion, he goes back to the rear chinlock. Stormm works his way back up so Wryght transitions to a side headlock. Justin lays in an elbow which prompts Mikey to his a side Russian legsweep. Showtime rolls over to the corner and waits in a crouched position for Stormm to stand. When he does, SMASH! Chop block right into the back of Justin's knee and he goes down like he's been shot! The fans do not approve of Wryght's dirty tactics.

Ace Anderson: Showtime targets the knee, and he's starting to soften him up for the Spotlight.

Jerry Andrews: We're past the twenty minute mark and they're still going strong.

Showtime can smell the blood in the water and he's relentless as he targets the leg. Yanking, jerking, stomping, kneedrops...Michael Wryght is suddenly a man possessed. An artist hard at work. Hooking the ankle, Showtime turns him into a single-leg crab. Michaels is lost in the middle of the ring as Wryght works the hold. It takes a couple minutes before Stormm is able to make his way to the ropes and break the hold. Showtime utilizes the full five-count before releasing the hold leaving Michaels to clutch at his knee. Showtime confidently walks the ring as Michaels struggles to stand. And when he does, Wryght is there to kick his good leg out from under him. Once. Twice. Three times.

Jerry Andrews: Mr. Showtime has taken full advantage and it would appear that he's toying with Stormm at this point.

Pulling Stormm up by the ears again, he whips him into the ropes. Michaels is clearly hobbled as he bounces off the ropes. Showtime attempts a hiptoss but Stormm counters with...a hiptoss of his own? No! He counters right into the Flash Flood! Mikey is spiked facefirst into the canvas as the fans erupt! The damage to Stormm's knee makes it difficult to stand, but when he does Mikey has managed to get back to his feet. Mikey throws a right hand that staggers Stormm. Stormm retaliates with a haymaker of his own and this technical clinic has quickly devolved into a slugfest!

Ace Anderson: The grappling and chain wrestling have gone out the window and this has turned into a brawl! My kinda fight, Jerry!

Left hand! Right hand! Forearm! Bitch slap! Headbutt! An uppercut sends Showtime staggering into the ropes and when he returns he throws a clothesline while Stormm simultaneously throws one of his own. Double-clothesline! Both men are down! Referee Buckland doesn't bother with the mandotory ten-count because this match can only end via submission. Both men lie motionless for what seems like an eternity before they start to stir. Stormm and Showtime both make it back to their feet and Wryght strikes first with a wild right hook. Michaels ducks the blow and ends up behind Showtime and...Hangcloud DDT!!!

Jerry Andrews: Boo ya! Stormm's knocked Showtime out cold!

Wryght is seeing stars and the fans are loving it. A hobbled Justin Michaels moves in for the kill. Showtime is back up with a lot of help from the ropes...and Stormm has the Eye of the Stormm locked in!!! The Faithful go crazy as Wryght flails wildly! Reaching out to grab something – anything - he's able to grab hold of Joe Buckland's referee shirt...and yank him into the ropes. With the referee briefly out of commission, Wryght connects with a mule kick low blow and Stormm slinks to the mat holding his gentleman vegetables!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on!

Bucky Joe turns around to find Stormm curled up on the mat, but no evidence of any wrongdoing. Showtime could care less as he drags Justin to the center of the ring and locks in the Spotlight! The crowd boos mightily as Wryght reefs on the hold. Michaels claws and Michaels scratches and he's able to make his way, inch by inch, to the ropes. Just as his fingertips graze the bottom strand Showtime mercilessly drags him back to the center of the ring!

Ace Anderson: Things aren't looking good for Justin Michaels! We're closing in on the thirty minute mark and these guys have to be running on empty.

Jerry Andrews: And remember, you don't want to use all of your energy in this match because the winner still has a match in the finals to compete in.

Ace Anderson: You don't really have a choice, Jerry.

Showtime has the Spotlight locked in tight and things are looking bleak for the champion. Michaels, for his part, shows no signs of quitting as he begins the long crawl back to the ropes again. Buckland checks for the submission but Michaels is all fight as the fans cheer him on. Closer and closer Stormm pulls himself...and finally he's able to wrap his fingers around the bottom rope! The Faithful let out a wail of relief, but Showtime refuses to break the hold! Buckland starts the five count...but Showtime breaks Stormm's grip by dragging Michaels into the ring once more! The boos are deafening!

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght should be disqualified! A blatant show of disrespect for the rules!

Ace Anderson: Smart move by Mr. Showtime. I would've done the same.

The fans continue booing and Stormm looks like his will has been broken. Buckland chastises Wryght, but he couldn't care less. Stormm looks like he's about to tap. Instead, he lets out an angry yell as he posts both hands on the mat and pushes himself up. The crowd is reinvigorated as Stormm slowly walks himself towards the ropes. Showtime can't believe it. Michaels is within reach of the ropes. Rather than go for the rope break, Stormm thrusts forward in a powerful surge through the ropes! Off balance, Wryght loses grip on the hold and both men tumble through the ropes in a tangled mess!

Jerry Andrews: Look at that! Stormm knew Showtime wouldn't break the hold so he dumped them both to the outside!

Buckland begins the ten-count as Stormm and Showtime try to regain their bearings. Michael Wryght is the first to his feet and knowing that he can't win the title on a countout, he rolls Stormm back into the ring. The action returns inside the squared-circle and Stormm can barely put any weight on his bad wheel. Showtime is so close to victory he can almost taste it as he moves in for the finish while tightening the black glove on his right hand. He draws his thumb across his throat before locking Michaels in for the Sweetness. Grabbing him by the head, he spins him around...but Michaels somehow slips out the back, waffles Wryght with an uppercut, and lifts him into the air!

Ace Anderson: He's got him up, but that knee looks like it's about to give out.

The knee doesn't give out and Stormm plants him with the Force of Nature! The Pure Class Arena explodes as both men lay face up on the mat, completely exhausted. The fans begin to rally but both men are momentarily incapacitated. Stormm is the first to move, but Showtime isn't far behind him. Michaels hobbles on a wounded leg as he waits for Showtime to stand...and he's got him! The Eye of the Stormm! And he's got him trapped in the center of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm's got him, and this place is going bananas!

Showtime surges in a circle flailing and kicking in an attempt to burst free, but it's no use. Justin hangs on for dear life with a Kung Fu grip and it becomes readily apparent that Mikey isn't going anywhere. He slowly starts to fade. Down to one knee. Down to both knees. Showtime's arm goes limp and referee Buckland checks for the submission. He raises his arm once. It drops. He raises his arm again. It drops. A third time...and Showtime isn't quite out of this one yet! He forces himself to his feet out of desperation and drives Michaels back into the corner. Once! Twice! Three times, and Stormm breaks the hold!

Ace Anderson: How much longer can these guys go at it?!

Both men are barely physically capable of continuing as Stormm crawls on hands and knees to the center of the ring while Wryght remains slumped across the top turnbuckle. Stormm reaches the opposite corner and on a bad leg charges across the ring! He launches himself into the air at Showtime...but Showtime dodges out of the way at the last second! Stormm goes headfirst into the top turnbuckle...and immediately drops to the mat. Motionless.

Jerry Andrews: Oh! Look at that! Showtime removed the pad from the turnbuckle and Michaels went headfirst into that exposed steel bolt!

Ace Anderson: Buckland didn't see it!

Working quickly, Showtime drags Stormm to the center of the ring and applies the Spotlight. The referee checks for a submission, but Michaels is unresponsive. The fans start booing as Buckland raises Stormm's arm. It drops. He raises it a second time. It drops again. He raises it for the final time...

Jerry Andrews: No, not like this!

Ace Anderson: …

...and it drops a third time. Buckland calls for the bell prompting Wryght to release the hold and collapse to the mat.

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match...and NEW North American Champion...”Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght!

Winner: “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght via submission @ 37:17

“Gold on the Ceiling” starts back up as Buckland drapes the North American title over Showtime's shoulder. The majority of the fans boo, but there is a smattering of Black Hand supporters that cheer Wryght on.

Ace Anderson: Wryght may have won the North American Championship and he'll advance to the finals, but after nearly forty minutes of hell, he'll have an uphill battle in the main event tonight.

The shot cuts to backstage, where Orin Boyd leans against the wall just outside of Alexa Black's locker room, a devilish grin of anticipation resting upon his face. A tap comes to his shoulder from the tip of a cane. He spins to face a the opening of a dark room across the hall. Across from him, all that can be seen is a pair of eyes hovering above an unsettling grin.

Orin: You? What do you want?

The man enters the light to reveal Nathan Saniti! The crowd cheers, much to the chagrin of Alexa's red-clad manager. Orin gets a look of concern for his safety in his eyes.

Orin: LASHAWNDA!

Quickly, the tip of the cane covers Orin's lips as Nathan holds a finger to his own in a hushing motion. Lashawnda peeks out of the door, but Saniti has stepped back into the shadows. Seeing nothing, she gives a questioning look to Orin. Waving her back, she ducks back into the locker room with Alexa, shrugging her shoulders. Once the coast is clear, Nathan slowly peeks back from the darkness.

Orin: What do you want?

Nathan Saniti: Mr. Boyd, my name is...

Orin: I know who you are.

Nonplussed by the rudeness, Nathan plants his cane in front of him, a serious look on his face. Finally, he clears his throat to speak.

Nathan: You are the new manager of Miss Black, and you seem to have a certain level of control over her outbursts, do you not?

Orin listens in skeptically, yet interested.

Orin: I do. Why does it matter to you?

Nathan Saniti: In a way, good sir, we have a common enemy in Mr. Foley. To my end, his inaction has lead the Black Hand into running roughshod over this federation for the past year. To your client's, it has lead to her rather precarious position placed on the outcome of this match.

Orin: Yes. And?

Nathan Saniti: Out of curiosity, have you a contingency plan in place, should your charge not walk out with the Undergound Championship?

Orin: I've considered a few things. What did you have in mind? What's in it for you?

Nathan Saniti: Walk with me for a few seconds, my good man. I shall explain it all to you.

Orin reluctantly paces beside Nathan down the hall, listening as Nathan speaks. Out of earshot of the camera, the two gentlemen stop, an evil smirk crowning his face. The more Nathan speaks, the wider his grin gets until he bursts out in a belly laugh. Orin claps Nathan on the shoulder, nodding his head in approval of the conversation. Finally, the two break apart, both in good spirits. As Orin makes his way back to Alexa, a mischievous glint in his eyes, he utters only one sentence.

Orin: That will do nicely.

The shot the cuts back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Well.... what is going on THERE?

Ace Anderson: I have no idea.

Jerry Andrews: This night is already hitting a fever pitch and we've only had one match!

Ace Anderson: I don't expect things will calm down with this next match.

Jerry Andrews: No way. In fact, I feel like things are about to get hotter!

Without warning, the lights in the Pure Class Arena go completely dark, which is followed by a screech from the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The PCW-Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd.

Ace Anderson: Oh man! Here we go!

Jerry Andrews: We're about to find out who will join Showtime in the final!

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”

… Combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness, the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead. 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”

Ace Anderson: This next match is gonna be a FIGHT.

”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, NCM 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.

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. 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 dressed in a tattered white old timey evening gown. He brings a mic up to his mouth and looks up into the camera.

"Stop the boat!"

The crowd begins booing him viciously as Monster walks out behind him. Monster raises both of his huge arms into the air and red pyrotechnics explode on the stage, with Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag opening in unison with the explosion. Red lights fill the arena and Joka begins headbanging, whipping his long green and black dreadlocks in the air as the crowd boo louder, with a few cheers sprinkled in. At the beginning of the song when the words "All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces. We know it's all Braille beneath their skirts" are sung, Joka lifts up his ankle length white dress over his head and then turns around and playfully bends down, lightly flipping the dress up as Monster crosses his arms and looks out into the hate filled crowd.

Jerry Andrews: I can't imagine what sort of pain these two are going to put each other through tonight.

Ace Anderson: With a spot in the final on the line, they're going to give it their all!

Joka begins skipping down the ramp to the ring as Monster slowly walks behind him. Joka reaches the the ring and with one fluid movement, rips the dress off and throws it into the crowd as he windmills his dreads; fans in the front row all jumping up to catch the dress as Joka stops headbanging and seamlessly jumps straight up to the ring apron outside of the ropes. Joka walks over to the corner post and crawls up it like a spider, jerking erratically and violently, looking out into the crowd with a maniacal look on his face. Joka jumps down off the corner turnbuckle as the huge seven foot Monster steps over the top rope and Joka spins into the middle of the ring as Monster meets him. Joka flips off the crowd as Monster raises his huge arms in the air and red pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckles.

The Icemann Invitational Tournament Semi-Finals Singles Match
Non Compos Mentis vs Tha Joka
Referee: Manny Cruz

The two men start off with a staredown, but that relative calm doesn’t last long. Suddenly, joka charges right at NCM! NCM dodges him, turns around and hits him with a big clothesline! NCM approaches him now, but Tha Joka ducks out of the way of a big right hand and drop kicks NCM as he returns off the ropes. Joka jumps straight on top of NCM and begins to punch him numerous amounts of times until the referee screams for him to stop or risk disqualification. Joka then allows Non Compos Mentis to get to his feet and grabs him only to receive a back body drop as the lock is over powered by NCM.

Ace Anderson: Big move!

Joka steps back and the two lock up quickly, battling for control right away.

Jerry Andrews: These guys are just going right at one another.

Ace Anderson: They’re two bulls charging full speed at each other.

Non Compos Mentis yanks hard on the tieup and pulls Joka out of position. Non Compos Mentis takes a single leg shot, but Joka sprawls in return.

Non Compos Mentis tries to power out while maintaining his grip on the left leg of Joka. Joka cinches in the headlock some more, but is unable to stop NCM from pushing up into him. Non Compos Mentis yanks hard upwards and then backwards, while sliding his left leg behind Joka’s left.

Jerry Andrews: Joka is flat on his back from that move!

Joka gets to his feet quickly and grips a top rope for stability. NCM approaches him and gets kicked in the stomach for his trouble. Non Compos Mentis is reeling and Joka lifts him up and sets him up on the top rope.

Jerry Andrews: What is he doing?

Ace Anderson: Anything to win this match!

Non Compos Mentis battles out and kicks Joka in the stomach. He then jumps off the ropes, hitting Joka with a double axehandle. NCM grabs Tha Joka, but Joka pushes him off and hits him with a big exploder suplex! Joka now throws NCM into the corner. He charges. Non Compos Mentis gets under him and back body drops him over the ropes and to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Joka grabs at his back while Non Compos Mentis recovers in the ring. After a few seconds Non Compos Mentis joins Joka outside of the ring. He helps his opponent up and then delivers a couple of hard right hands. Then he grabs Joka by the hair and slams his face into the security railing. Joka drops lifelessly to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: Joka may have broken his nose there, Non Compos Mentis just delivered a vicious shot into the railing.

Ace Anderson: That's the kind of offense you need to win in this tournament!

Non Compos Mentis continues his assault by throwing Joka into the ringpost headfirst and then bulldogging him off the rebound into the barely covered concrete.

Jerry Andrews: Good Lord.. I mean Joka could be unconscious here. And now.. now Non Compos Mentis is pulling away that 2 inch thick padding.

Ace Anderson: I don't think Non Compos Mentis wants this to last very long.

Non Compos Mentis peels back a decently sized portion of the matting. Joka tries to shake out the cobwebs before Non Compos Mentis can continue his attack, but is unable to. NCM delivers to a shot to the upper back of the bent over Joka and then sets up Joka for a piledriver.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on now. Not a piledriver!

He lifts... but Joka won't budge. He pulls once again, but Joka refuses to go forward. Instead, he torques his body into a standing position and Non Compos Mentis splatters onto the exposed concrete.

Jerry Andrews: Countered! COUNTERED! Back body drop by Joka! Right onto that hard surface! Good Lord!

Ace Anderson: His spine just collided with concrete!

Joka slouches over the apron for a moment, getting his wind back as Non Compos Mentis struggles on the floor. Tha Joka then wisely slides into the ring to break the count before sliding back out.

Jerry Andrews: The last thing these guys want is a double countout?

Ace Anderson: I guess Showtime would just be handed the trophy if that happened?

Jerry Andrews: Don’t even kid about that.

Ace Anderson: Too late!

Joka pulls NCM up. He’s greeted with a hard shoulder thrust to the stomach. NCM then picks up Tha Joka and drives him down onto the floor with a big powerslam!

Jerry Andrews: MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: That could have caused serious damage!

Jerry Andrews: How are these guys still alive after this brutal damage!?

NCM slowly pulls Joka up and he rolls him into the ring. Non Compos Mentis goes for a cover:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Kickout at two!

NCM pulls Joka up once more. Joka shoves him backwards and then absolutely drills him with a big boot to the face!

Ace Anderson: He almost took his head off there!

After hitting a couple of right jabs, Joka whips his opponent into the ropes with an Irish whip and looks for a clothesline. Non Compos Mentis ducks it and ricochets off the ropes on the opposite side and scores with a flying reverse elbow.

Jerry Andrews: Both men down!

Both men slowly start to get to their feet, each hitting hard right hands on the other as they stagger up. After exchanging half a dozen, Joka swings to knock Non Compos Mentis out of the park, but the latter avoids it. He then scores with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Drilled into the mat there is Joka. And now Non Compos Mentis, a cover...

The referee gets into position and hits the mat once... twice... but just twice as Joka lifts his right shoulder off the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: It’s not over yet!

A snapmare by Non Compos Mentis allows him to slap on a reverse chinlock. Joka drops straight down, forcing Non Compos Mentis' forehead to slam into the attacker's shoulder. Joka attempts to pick up Non Compos Mentis but shoves him away.

Jerry Andrews: What a hard hitting affair!

Ace Anderson: I love it!

Non Compos Mentis lifts Joka to his feet by his hair and Irish whips him into the ropes but as he comes back Joka ducks his clothesline, grabs him arm and whips him towards the rope clotheslining him to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Look at the force behind that clothesline!

Joka climbs out of the ring just as NCM gets up, they begin to punch each other one at a time moving around the ring. The referee is screaming for them to return to the ring. Non Compos Mentis kicks Joka into the stomach then throws him onto the guard rail. Joka clutches his ribs. NCM pulls him up, but Joka drives his shoulder into his midsection. Joka now Irish whips him. NCM reverses it and he throws Tha Joka into the ringside stairs HARD.

Ace Anderson: Boom! Shoulder first!

NCM slides into the ring momentarily to break the count. He then returns to the outside and pulls Joka up. Joka drives his elbow into his opponent's stomach. He then grabs Non Compos Mentis by the head and slams him into the ring post. Tha Joka holds on and then drives his opponent head-first into the guard rail. Now it's Joka's turn to slide into the ring to break the count.

Jerry Andrews: The referee is screaming at both men for their outside the ring activity!

Ace Anderson: But neither man cares! There's too much on the line!

Joka approaches NCM, who manages to kick him in the stomach. He then drops him with a DDT onto the floor! Tha Joka hits the mat with a thud. NCM pulls him up and rolls him into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Finally they're going back inside!

Joka slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes. NCM charges at him. Joka sidesteps him and NCM flies through the ropes back out to the floor!

Ace Anderson: Well, that didn't last long!

Joka follows his opponent to the outside. He reaches down and pulls NCM up. He then wraps his arms around his waist and slams him back-first into the edge of the ring apron. Joka takes a moment to rest and then does it again. And again. He finally drops NCM and rolls into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: These two are just HURTING each other in this match.

Ace Anderson: Whoever advances won't be at 100%, that's for sure!

Jerry Andrews: Well, Michael Wryght isn't exactly in perfect health after his match either.

Ace Anderson: That's why this tournament is so hard to win. And why it's such an accomplishment to win it!

Joka returns to the ring just as NCM is getting to his feet. Joka hits him with a big Lou Thez press and then starts unloading on him with closed fists! The referee calls for a break and Joka stops just a brief moment before getting himself disqualified.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these guys are walking on a tight rope with the rules in this match. They’d better be careful that they don’t get disqualified.

Ace Anderson: I feel like in any other match, the referee might have thrown this out by now, but he doesn’t want to see the match end that way either!

Joka pulls NCM up. NCM explodes on him with the Blunt Trauma! Joka crumbles to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Blunt Trauma! Joka could be knocked out!

NCM goes for the cover:
1....
2....

Ace Anderson: Kickout!

NCM pulls Joka up. Joka quickly goes behind him and hits a big German suplex! Joka then pulls Non Compos Mentis up...

Jerry Andrews: CLOWN SLAM!

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

Ace Anderson: KICKOUT!

Both men slowly stagger up. Joka grabs NCM. NCM breaks free and kicks him in the stomach. He then grabs him in a double underhook position!

Jerry Andrews: FRACTURED MIND!!!!

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

Ace Anderson: NCM advances!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall @ 34:58

Jerry Andrews: What a match! These two brutalized each other!

Ace Anderson: And now we have our final match set: Non Compos Mentis versus “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.

Jerry Andrews: Oh baby!

NCM raises his hand in victory as Tha Joka slowly gets up and leaves the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, look who's in the crowd!

Ace Anderson: It's Loco and Jason Willard, former PCW Tag Team Champions!

Jerry Andrews: You know, I've heard a lot of rumors about the tag team title coming back to PCW.

Ace Anderson: Me too! I'd love to see it!

Suddenly, "Nobody's Real" by Powerman 5000 blasts over the speakers, visions of a blue-faced man wearing a black mask, a red onesie with a crazy emoticon on the front, and white boots and gloves flashes over the large screen. All of the people in the Underground match glare up the ramp in a level confusion matched by fan and commentator alike. The word "LUNATIC" blazes across the screen between shots of the very peculiar man performing some decent high-flying moves. Yet, no one comes out.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell?

Ace Anderson: Who is this? Are we being invaded by the Blue Man Group?

???: Nah. They're all bald...

Both Jerry and Ace jerk away from the newcomer, unsure where he came from. He smiles a large grin at the announcers. It's the man who was just depicted on the screen.

Lunatic: ...Just like you, slaphead!

Lunatic plants a large smooch on Ace's forehead, garnering a shocked and almost enraged reaction from the retired veteran. Removing his own headpiece, Lunatic stands bolt upright behind Ace and begins to play the top of his head like a bongo drum, chanting incoherently the entire time. After a few seconds, he hops atop the commentator's table, launching himself at the ring.

Ace Anderson: Hey! Get back here!

Landing at the ring apron, he peels it back, happily tossing various weapons into the ring; chairs, chains, bats, a stuffed monkey... No. He hugs that particular item close with a childish grin. Finally, he shimmies up the top turnbuckle, leaping at the gathered entrants with a loud cry.

Lunatic: WOO HOO!

He then scampers out of the ring, leaps over the guardrail and excitedly runs through the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: What on earth was that!?

Ace Anderson: I don't think I like that guy.

Jerry Andrews: There's a lot riding on this next match. The PCW Underground title is up for grabs, but Alexa Black's PCW career could be in jeopardy. Let's go back to Trauma and see how that happened.

PCW Trauma May 12, 2015 Alexa Black: "It seems that PCW management has continued to ignore my warnings and simply carry on as if I don't matter to them. Our beloved PCW President Frank Foley has chosen to ignore me. He instead has chosen to stand by and watch as all his employees are attacked. What a great boss! Seriously boss of the year right there folks." "So Frank I'm giving you a choice tonight: Either you, A) Come out here and talk to me, or B) I come back there and it will be VERY unpleasant." The crowd boos. Alexa Black: "You can't hide from me I know where your office is what your schedule is and what your doing here tonight. Your PA gave you up Frank... She gave up everything...With a little gentle persuasion." Ace Anderson: Yeah right I bet she terrified the poor PA into it! Alexa Black: "And you know I'm a woman of my word." Ace Anderson: Is she threatening her boss? I can't believe the nerve of this woman! Who does she think she is? Jerry Andrews: Well thus far she is the woman who does what she wants when she wants... Alexa Black: "You've got 1 minute to get out here and just to show you I'm not kidding..." She grabs a camera man kicks him in the gut setting him up from the Widowmaker. "Enough!" With that, Frank Foley appears on stage with a microphone in his hand. Frank Foley: "Alexa, you know that I'm a fair man. I've tried to work with you. WE'VE tried to work with you. PCW has been nothing but supportive and understanding when it comes to your background and your history but, Alexa, this is too much. I simply cannot have you coming out here every week and senselessly attacking members of my staff. It stops tonight." Alexa Black glares at him, still holding the camera man hostage. Frank Foley: "You wanted us to notice you? You wanted me to notice you? I've noticed. I've noticed that you like violence. You like brutality. That's fine. We can work with that. You want a match Alexa Black? Well how about you step into the Underground!" The crowd cheers. Frank Foley: "At Living a Legacy, you will compete in an Underground Rules match... against Buck Brochamp." Alexa Black smiles. The crowd seems confused. Frank Foley: "And Bubba Reece. And Frank Merritt. And Crazy Boy. And High Tide. And Seth Archer. And Kristoff Michaelson. And LIGHT." Now the crowd cheers again. Alexa looks intrigued. Frank Foley: "You may have noticed that the Underground Champion LIGHT was in that list. That's because the match will be for the PCW Underground Championship. And it will be a ladder match." Another cheer from the crowd. And a smile from Alexa Black. Frank Foley: "Oh, but Alexa, don't think that I am rewarding you. I am not about to reward your violent actions. Because, yes, if you win the match you will be named the Underground Queen. But if you lose? If you lose you'll be suspended from PCW action until I say otherwise!"

When we return to the ring, there are ladders set up all around. Inside the ring, eight of the nine competitors in the next match have already entered.

Ace Anderson: We await the Underground King.

“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 Underground King, 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.

Jerry Andrews: LIGHT won that championship at our last pay-per-view when he was the last man standing in a brutal Underground contest!

Ace Anderson: And tonight could possibly be even more brutal!

Nine Person Ladder Match
PCW Underground Championship
Referee: Charles Lim

Featuring:
LIGHT (Underground ♚)
Alexa Black
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Bubba Reece
High Tide
Buck Brochamp
Frank Merritt
Seth Archer
Kristoff Michaelson

Charles Lim takes the championship away from LIGHT. The ringful of PCW stars looks on as he fastens the title to a hook and raises it high above the ring. The crowd cheers, the bell rings and the match begins.

Ace Anderson: There is absolutely no championship advantage in this match. It is every competitors for themselves.

Jerry Andrews: And, remember, if Alexa Black does not walk out of this match with the Underground title, she will be suspended indefinitely.

Ace Anderson: There’s a lot up for grabs in this match for everyone, but even more for Alexa who needs to win to save her PCW career!

After a brief moment of calm, where all competitors review their situation, size up their competition and prepare for battle, the ring explodes! Everyone charges into the center of the ring and they all just start unloading on one another.

Jerry Andrews: This is exactly the kind of chaos we thought we’d see!

In the chaos, High Tide slides out of the ring and he retrieves a ladder. He tosses the ladder over the ropes, knocking Seth Archer, LIGHT and Kristoff Michaelson down to the mat!

Ace Anderson: There’s already a ladder in play! I love it!

Tide slides into the ring, but he’s quickly stomped down by Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt.

Jerry Anderson: The Nobodies working together to start off this match.

Ace Anderson: It’s what we all expected, but remember that only one of them can win. They’ll need to split up at some point!

Meanwhile, Alexa Black and Buck Brochamp trade blows! Outside the ring, someone is pounding the mat, cheering Brochamp on with every shot.

Jerry Andrews: Wait... is that Whitey Ford!?

Ace Anderson: Oh my God it is! I think he’s in Brochamp’s corner!

Jerry Andrews: Well now I’ve seen everything...

Whitey Ford’s encouragement doesn’t seem to help Buck Brochamp however, as Alexa Black takes him down with a tackle. She then starts to unload on him with a series of punches. After brutalizing Brochamp’s face, she stands up, only to be taken down by a clothesline from Crazy Boy.

Ace Anderson: There’s no way to stay safe in this match. You can – and will – be attacked from all sides at all times.

Suddenly, all of the lights in the arena go off and so does the sound from our announcers. The crowd screams but then the lights are back on and standing in the middle of the ring is a monster sized man drinking a can of beer waving to everyone in the ring. He reaches in his camo shorts producing another can but he is charged by Alexa Black only for him to smash the can against her face exploding beer every where and sending Alexa to the ground!

One by one they charge the big man, one by one they are put down with a jab here, spine buster there, big boot, and finally LIGHT the champion is taken down with a vicious botched choke slam! Alexa tries again by jumping on his back trying to choke him out but the giant massive 301 pound man jumps straight into the air and lands on top of Alexa!

He gets to his feet and yells, "Stay down!"

He points to the jumbotron where the screen shows fugitive Cory Steel standing in front of a black background his head bandaged and cheek stitched up. He grins, "Underground patrons its your one and only TRUE king, it saddens me to leave like I did but don't cry for this is only temporary! When I return you'll never know its me and in my absence my dear dear giant friend here will keep the Underground just as fun as I did! Thanks Judge have fun!"

The screen goes back to the PCW logo and the lights go out again. When they return the PCW Underground contestants are getting up and Judge is gone but he - or someone - has left behind SOK spray painted in the middle of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: ... what the hell was that?

Ace Anderson: Hello? Are we back on?

Jerry Andrews: I think so....

Ace Anderson: Who.... what....? Judge?

LIGHT is back up on his feet now and he has the ladder. Seth Archer stands up and he charges at the champ. LIGHT responds by throwing the ladder right into Archer’s face. He hits the mat hard.

Ace Anderson: His face! Not his face!

Reece and Merritt are still unloading on High Tide, but their advantage is finally broken up as Michaelson attacks both men, evening up the sides. All four competitors start to battle it out. This confrontation doesn’t last long as LIGHT throws the ladder at all four men, knocking them down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: The Underground champ is just laying people to waste with that ladder!

Meanwhile, Crazy Boy backs Alexa up against the ropes. He then runs at her with a clothesline. The force of the move sends both of them toppling over the ropes and to the outside. Archer gets back to his feet and he attacks LIGHT from behind. That leaves Brochamp alone. He picks up the ladder and sets it up under the title. With Whitey Ford cheering him on from the outside, Brochamp is the first man who attempts to grab the championship!

Ace Anderson: Brochamp is going for it! No one else notices! He’s almost at the top!

Archer sets LIGHT up for a suplex. LIGHT blocks it. He shoves Archer backwards and charges at him, leaping up and hitting a spinning heel kick! Archer flies over the ropes to the outside. LIGHT leaps over the ropes at him, hitting him with a suicide dive!

Jerry Andrews: LIGHT takes Archer to the outside... but Brochamp is just inches away from the title!

Merritt, Reece, Michaelson and Tide all slowly get up. They resume their battle in the corner, each man unloading on one another, none paying attention to the man climbing the ladder in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Wait... he’s got it! Brochamp has his hands on the title!

Ace Anderson: We’re going to have a new Underground King!

Brochamp struggles to unhook the belt. Suddenly, the ladder gives way and he falls to the mat. The title remains above the ring.

Jerry Andrews: No! Did he fall? Was the ladder unstable?

Ace Anderson: Whatever happened, he didn’t pull the belt down and this match continues!

Whitey Ford stands up on the apron, determined to get into the ring and help Brochamp. He’s cut off by Charles Lim, who stops him from entering. Ford argues. Lim yells back. Ford tries to forcibly get into the ring. Lim grabs him... and then he throws him out of the match!

Jerry Andrews: Charles Lim is demanding that Whitey Ford leave the ringside area!

Ford is livid as security comes out. He angrily relents and makes his way back to the locker room. Meanwhile, on the outside, Alexa and Crazy Boy are going at it. Meanwhile, LIGHT and Seth Archer are battling it out on the other side of the ring. LIGHT tries to throw Archer into the guardrail. Archer blocks it and he sends LIGHT crashing back-first into the barrier. Archer now flies at him with a clothesline and both men go over the barrier and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Inside the ring, the team of Reece and Merritt are starting to get the upperhand on Michaelson and Tide. Merritt picks Michaelson up and he tosses him over the ropes and down to the floor where he hits with a loud thud.

Ace Anderson: Oh man!

Jerry Andrews: Oohh.... he looks like he could be really hurt.

Merritt now pulls High Tide up and he holds him while Bubba unloads on him with right hands. Suddenly, Bubba is attacked from behind by Brochamp! On the outside, Alexa Irish whips Crazy Boy. He reverses it, sending Alexa crashing into the steel chairs. Crazy Boy now picks up a ladder and he slides it into the ring. He also picks up two steel chairs from under the ring and he slides those in as well.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy bringing the hardware now!

Bubba finally drops Brochamp with a big right hand and him and Merritt start to both unload on him with stomps. Crazy Boy charges at the Nobody’s with a steel chair! Frank turns at the last second and he gets his boot up, kicking the chair right into Crazy Boy’s face! Merritt and Reece now set Crazy Boy up and then they drop him right onto the chair with a double team snap shot DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man! That’s two big chair shots to the face for Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: And look who’s left standing!

The only two men remaining upright in the ring are Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt. The two men look at each other. They both look towards the title hanging above the ring. They look back at each other. The crowd starts to sense that these two partners are about to go at it.

Jerry Andrews: You said it Ace. Eventually these two would have to face one another. There can only be one winner!

Before the Nobodies can attack one another, Alexa Black slides into the ring! She has a ladder and she slams it into both men from behind, taking them down! Brochamp gets to his feet and he’s taken out by Alexa and the ladder as well! She now slams the ladder down onto Brochamp. And again. And again. Brochamp rolls out of the ring to save himself.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is on fire here!

Ace Anderson: She has to be! Her job is on the line tonight! She needs to win this match!

High Tide is on his feet now. As Alexa picks the ladder up once more, he dropkicks it, sending her down to the mat with the ladder on top of her. Tide now picks up the ladder. He sets it up in the ring and starts to climb... but he’s stopped by clubbing blows to the back by Frank Merritt. Merritt pulls him off of the ladder and he knocks it down. He sets Tide up, but High Tide breaks free. He leaps up and hits Merritt with a big drop kick! Bubba Reece is back up and he suffers the same fate! Crazy Boy as well!

Jerry Andrews: High Tide clearing house now!

Tide now sets the ladder up once more. He slowly starts to climb... but Alexa Black cracks him in the back with a steel chair! The cameras finally catch up to LIGHT and Seth Archer in the crowd. They've battled their way through the audience and are no where close to the ring at this time.

Jerry Andrews: Where are those two going!?

Ace Anderson: I have no idea! Hey, guys, the ring and the title are THAT WAY!

Suddenly, a strange man leaps over the guardrail. He immediately runs to the ring and slides under it.

Jerry Andrews: Now what's going on?

Charles Lim leaves the ring in search of the strange man. The unknown individual pops out of the ring at the other side. He's armed with a chair, a broom and a metal garbage can that be must have found under the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Wait... I think that's The Lunatic!

Ace Anderson: Oh no. He's back.

Jerry Andrews: And now he's got weapons!

Lim runs around the ring to catch the Lunatic. Lunatic throws the trash can and the broom into the ring. He then runs away from Lim, all while still holding the chair. At the side of the ring, Kristoph Michaelson is finally struggling back to his feet. As Lunatic runs by him, he decks Michaelson in the face with the chair, knocking him back down.

Jerry Andrews: What is he doing!?

Lim finally catches up to the Lunatic who leaps over the guardrail and into the crowd. Lim briefly considers going after him, but then turns his attention back to the match. Inside the ring, Alexa Black sets High Tide up and she slams him down onto a ladder. She then turns around, but she's hit by a big boot from Frank Merritt. In the corner, Crazy Boy is back up and he's setting up a ladder.

Jerry Andrews: What's he doing!? He's crazy!

Ace Anderson: Well... Yeah.

Crazy Boy begins to climb the ladder in the corner, no where near the belt. Meanwhile, Bubba and Frank have Alexa in their clutches. Suddenly, Crazy Boy leaps off of the ladder and hits all three with a flying crossbody!

Jerry Andrews: WOAH!

All four are down. High Tide is on his feet now. He sees the carnage in the ring. He sets up a ladder and starts to climb.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide is going for it!

Tide is halfway up the ladder when he's hit with a steel chair... that came out of the crowd!?

Jerry Andrews: .... What?

Ace Anderson: It's the Lunatic again!

From the crowd, the Lunatic is throwing chairs into the ring. Referee Lim is about to go after him, but the barrage of chairs is too dangerous to navigate through. Finally the chair parade stops. Black, Tide, Merritt, Reece and Smith are all down in the ring, many half-burried by chairs. Slowly sliding into the ring is Buck Brochamp!

Jerry Andrews: Brochamp is alone in the ring!

Ace Anderson: This could be his moment!

Buck Brochamp looks at the wounded bodies around the ring. He smiles. He then looks out at the crowd and flexes his muscles. He smiles again, turns and flexes for those on the other side of the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Why is he posing!? GET THE TITLE!

Brochamp blows a kiss to a woman in the crowd. He then walks over and picks up a ladder. Suddenly he's driven down to the mat from behind by a vicious clothesline from Bubba Reece!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man! He nearly took Brochamp's head off there!

Ace Anderson: I think he's knocked out cold!

Alexa takes advantage and she lifts up a ladder and slams it down into Brochamp's body. She then picks up a chair and drives it into his spine repeatedly. Reece grabs Brochamp again. He sets him up and powerbombs him over the ropes and down into a prone Michaelson on the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Alexa Black doesn't want to lay off Brochamp. She picks up a ladder and throws it out of the ring, right on top of him. She the grabs a chair and does the same. And another. And another. And another!

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black is going NUTS on Brochamp!

Jerry Andrews: GOING nuts? She already is nuts!

Crazy Boy, High Tide and Frank Merritt are now all up on their feet as well. Bubba Reece and Alexa Black turn to face them.

Jerry Andrews: This match is insanity and it has certainly taken its toll on these competitors.

Ace Anderson: It looks like there are only five left!

After a brief pause, all five charge into the center of the ring, dead set on destroying one another! Crazy Boy flies at Alexa, hitting her with a spear and knocking her out of the ring! He turns around and is clotheslined by Bubba Reece, which sends Smith out of the ring! Bubba turns around and he's hit with a chairshot to the face from High Tide! Tide swings again, knocking Reece over the ropes and out to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Now there's only two left in the ring!

Tide turns around and he's dropped by Frank Merritt. Merritt now picks up a last and sets it up. He starts to climb, but Tide is back up and he's climbing the other side! The two stop climbing to trade punches. The bigger Merritt gets the upperhand and he takes another step up. Tide balances himself and he climbs as well. He decks Merritt now. Frank responds.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are battling it out high above the ring!

Suddenly, Tide grabs Merritt and he slams him face-first into the top of the ladder. Merritt staggers, but he doesn't fall. Tide slams him into the ladder again. He falls backwards from the shot!

Jerry Andrews: Merritt is down!

Ace Anderson: All Tide needs to do is unhook that title!

High Tide reaches up, grabs the title... and pulls it down, falling off the ladder while clutching the gold!

Jerry Andrews: He's done it! High Tide is King of the Underground!

The bell rings as Tide sits up, raising the belt above his head!

Winner, and new King of the Underground: High Tide @ 22:56

Suddenly, he's attacked from behind by Alexa Black! She drops him to the mat and then reaches down and picks up the title. She looks at the ladder, then the hook above the ring and then out at the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Well... Alexa Black gave it her all, but this wasn't her night and now, according to Frank Foley's statement on Trauma, it looks like she'll be suspended indefinitely.

Alexa looks down at the belt once more. She then bolts out of the ring holding the title!

Ace Anderson: Where the hell is she going!?

Jerry Andrews: She's got the title! That's High Tide's title!

Alexa leaps over the guardrail and disappears into the crowd.

Ace Anderson: Get back here you nut!

Jerry Andrews: I'm sweating.

Ace Anderson: This night has been intense and surprising and crazy.

Jerry Andrews: And, there's a lot more to come!

Ace Anderson: I think this next match might be my most anticipated match of the night!

Jerry Andrews: LoKi and Grimm are set to destroy each other tonight!

I took the bodies down the stairs, what did I do?
Blood red stains on my shirt again
This time the house will burn
Sorry, they called your name when I promised them it would hurt
Drag the bags out to the car
Gave them more than just a scar
A smile on my face, a spade under my arm
They all tried running away
Cut them up in the woods

PCW Trauma April 28th, 2015 Jerry Andrews: There are just two competitors left! Ace Anderson: One of these men will move on to face Non Compos Mentis in The Icemann Invitational Tournament! Loki turns around and he's immediately attacked by Grimm. Grimm grabs him and he throws him into the corner. Grimm now charges, but Loki dodges out of the way and Grimm hits the turnbuckle. Loki grabs him now but Grimm breaks free. He then sets him up and drops him with Whisper's Wrath! Jerry Andrews: This could be it! Loki pulls Grimm up, but Grimm drives his elbow into Loki's stomach. He sets him up for a piledriver. Grimm lifts Loki up, but Loki blocks it. He then hits Grimm with a back body drop... over the ropes... and down to the floor! The bell rings! "Grimm has been eliminated!" The crowd erupts! "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Last Chance Battle Royal: LOKI!!!" Loki stands with his arms raised in victory as the crowd cheers. Winner: Loki @ 32:41 Jerry Andrews: What a match! What a return for Loki! __________ PCW Trauma May 12, 2015 Shane Dodge: What do you think your chances are of getting past NCM and moving on to the Semi-Finals and perhaps even the Finals at Living a Legacy VII? LoKi: I've bested NCM on almost every occasion we've had. Without trying to sound cocky, I think history has a good chance of repe..UMMFPH! LoKi is unable to finish his answer as Grimm nails LoKi from behind with a shovel. Jerry Andrews: Where did Grimm come from?! Ace Anderson: OUTTA NOWHERE! Jerry Andrews: And now he's attacking LoKi with that damn shovel. Grimm strikes with the shovel numerous times to LoKi's back, causing LoKi to fall to the concrete floor after only the first blow. Shane Dodge can be seen scurrying out of the way as Grimm grabs LoKi off of the concrete and slams him head first into the driver's door of LoKi's parked car. Ace Anderson: My God, Jerry. Did you see the force Grimm just used to drive LoKi through that door? Jerry Andrews: Indeed I did, Ace. If you missed it, you can't miss the head-sized dent in the door. LoKi is clutching his head as he is down against the door. Grimm lowers himself to get within eye level of LoKi and then grabs the Hall of Famer's hair before speaking into LoKi's face. Grimm: Welcome back to PCW. You should have stayed away. That Last Chance Battle Royal was to be mine. NCM was to be mine. You've put yourself in the way of The Black Hand and The Black Hand struck. I hope you feel as if it was worth it. Good luck with your match tonight. Grimm releases LoKi's hair and shoves his head back into the car and the feed fades out with Grimm walking off...whistling. __________ Loki finally on his feet, NCM lays in a series of strikes, Loki returning the barrage with a salvo of his own! Back and forth the men battle with punches, until Loki gets in a lucky elbow to the side of NCM’s skull! NCM staggers back, and with his opponent reeling Loki fires off at NCM with a heavy handed punch straight to the head - which NCM dodges! Ducking under the punch, NCM grabs the arm and flings Loki to the mat with a simple hip toss! Hauling Loki to his feet but bent at the waist, NCM locks his arms under Loki’s elbows at an uncomfortably high angle - and HAMMERS him down to the mat with the Fractured Mind! With Loki senseless on the mat, NCM goes for a cover: ...1! ...2! ...3!!! Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall at 13:19 Ace Anderson: A big win for NCM! Jerry Andrews: And he advances in the tournament! Our final four is set! __________ Gem slowly gets to her feet. Grimm follows. The two face off once again. Suddenly they are interrupted with a loud BANG and the arena goes dark! There are loud shouts and the sounds of fighting as the lights slowly flicker back up. When they do, Grimm is down on the floor, knocked out unconscious, blood streaking into his beard. Jerry Andrews: Wait, what the heck is going on here? I couldn’t hear it but I can’t see a thing! Ace Anderson: Oh my god…is that? YES IT IS! Standing above him, not the expected face of Gem but instead, LoKi, crouched down in his black and red trunks and boots, his fist stained with blood and a big grin on his face. The crowd reacts madly to this and Gem, now outside the ring turns around when suddenly, a big man appears behind her and smacks her on the back of the neck, knocking her down onto the ramp hard. The camera looks up and sees that it’s the PCW World Champion, Sadistic. LoKi looks up to the ramp and Sadistic stares back as all match participants are incapacitated. Jerry Andrews: We saw LoKi get attacked by Grimm earlier tonight and it looks like he's now decided to repay the favor! __________ Leaping over the guardrail to save Sadistic from Gem and Eira is "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght! His attack doesn't last long however as Justin "Stormm" Michaels charges out to tackle him down to the floor! Then, just to make things more confusing, Grimm rushes out to save his Black Hand teammates! But he's decked by LoKi and the two begin to brawl! Ace Anderson: This is madness! Jerry Andrews: Everything is happening!

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Loki’s looking alright, considering...

Ace Anderson: Considering?

Jerry Andrews: The attack on Trauma!

Ace Anderson: Loki can hold his own. Let’s just see how the match unfolds!

Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm.

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.

Go back to sleep.

Singles Match
LoKi vs Grimm
Referee: Ty Little

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down -

Ace Anderson: What the hell!?

Jerry Andrews: What is going ON!?

- and without giving the ref so much as a nod, Grimm bullrushes Loki! Loki charges straight towards the oncoming threat, the two men colliding in the center of the ring and laying into each other with heavy strikes! Loki catches a right hook to the chin while Grimm takes a sharp jab to the jaw - and then it starts getting mean!

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t WRESTLING!

Ace Anderson: Not that it ever STOPS anyone, but no, it’s not!

With Loki and Grimm duking it out in the center of the ring, Ty Little calls for the bell and the match is officially underway! Punch after punch is exchanged, each man somehow blocking the bulk of the damage, yet both taking stray hits! Ducking under a wild swing, Grimm grabs Loki by the hair and hauls him down to meet an swiftly incoming knee to the gut! Loki’s torso jackknifing over Grimm’s knee, he hits the mat, Grimm reaching down to pick him up but Loki fires back with a good ol’ fashioned punch in the eye! Grimm recoils in pain, hands over his face as Loki gets to his feet, Grimm recovering enough to swing a haymaker while Loki aims a kick into his ribs! Getting JUST enough contact to knock the punch wide, Loki manages to slip through the momentary opening and crack into the back of Grimm’s skull with an elbow - following it up with a schoolyard shove! Grimm kisses the mat, (much to the chagrin of the wild haired “FUTURE MRS. GRIMM” sign holder), Loki calmly walking forward to grab him by the hair - but Grimm’s arm shoots up like a limb from the grave to grab Loki in a headlock!

Ace Anderson: Saw that one coming.

Jerry Andrews: Loki didn’t!

Grimm drives his fist into LoKi's skull, sending him down to the mat. He then pulls him up, only to send him back down to the mat once again with a DDT. Grimm then starts to choke Loki, right in front of the referee. The ref starts to count and then he demands a break. Grimm does so, but he threatens the official while doing so. Grimm waits for Loki to get back to his feet and he kicks him in the stomach. He sets him up, but Loki fights out and he drops Grimm with a clothesline. Grimm staggers back up and Loki plants him with a spinebuster. He then starts to unload on Grimm with punches. The referee calls for a break here as well... and he eventually gets one.

Jerry Andrews: It’s no surprise, but these two don’t seem to care about anything other than hurting one another right now.

Loki pulls Grimm up. He swings with a right hand that Grimm dodges. He then catches Loki and hits him with a fisherman’s suplex. Grimm goes for a cover and gets two. Grimm stands up and waits for his opponent. When Loki’s gets up, Grimm hits him with a spear. He goes for another cover and gets another two count.

Ace Anderson: Grimm looks to be trying to wear down Loki right now.

Grimm pulls Loki up and hits him with a headbutt, staggering him and sending him into the corner. Grimm follows him, but Loki kicks him in the stomach. He then bolts out of the corner and takes his opponent down with a clothesline. Loki pulls Grimm up, sets him up and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Loki now with a cover and it’s Grimm’s turn to kick out at two!

Jerry Andrews: This went from a brawl to a hard-hitting actual wrestling match!

Loki is on his feet. Grimm stands up and Loki kicks him in the stomach. He then sets him up for a powerbomb, but Grimm reverses it into a back body drop! Loki is up surprisingly quickly, but Grimm puts him back down with a clothesline. Loki gets up to his feet, but Grimm flips him over with an arm drag and rolls over to give it more momentum, instinctively locking Loki in a wristlock. Loki quickly touches his foot to the rope, and the ref calls a rope break. Grimm refuses to let go, causing the ref to count.

Jerry Andrews: This referee doesn’t get much respect.

Ace Anderson: What did you expect?

"One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Fi-..."

Grimm releases the hold, picking Loki up and whipping him to the ropes. Grimm goes forward to slam him with a back body drop, but Loki stops himself short and dropkicks Grimm.

Ace Anderson: Great counter.

Grimm reels back, giving Loki an opportunity to hit him with a chop. Grimm holds his shoulder, where the chop hit, and swings a closed-fist punch towards Loki’s jaw. The ref admonishes Grimm and Loki takes that time to deliver two chops, each heavy, quick ones to the chest.

Ace Anderson: Those strikes look like they could crack ribs.

Grimm reels and bounces off the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Loki catches his arm and swings him into a drop toe hold. Loki pulls him up. Grimm slugs him with a right hand. Grimm now bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Loki as he gets up, causing Loki to stumble back, holding his ribs where he was kicked. Grimm runs forward and grabs Loki, throwing him into a running neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch.

Ace Anderson: That's gotta hurt.

Grimm stands up. Suddenly, he turns his attention to the top of the ramp where...

Jerry Andrews: It's Stormm!

Ace Anderson: What is he doing up there!?

Grimm starts yelling and motioning at Stormm. Loki takes advantage of this and he clubs Grimm in the back of the head. He then throws him into the corner and starts unloading on him. Satisfied, Stormm turns and leaves.

Jerry Andrews: Well, Stormm certainly provided a distraction there.

Loki pulls Grimm out of the corner and strikes him with a forearm to the head. Grimm stumbles backward. Loki then charges at him, hitting him with a brutal spear, knocking both men through the ropes and to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Both of these guys are attempting moves that we don’t usually see from them in an attempt to get an upperhand on one another.

Ace Anderson: And now they’re down on the floor battling it out with one another!

Both men are on their feet brawling, throwing rights and lefts with reckless abandon.

Jerry Andrews: Well, so much for the actual wrestling match we were starting to see.

Ace Anderson: I love this too!

Grimm grabs Loki and he drives him face-first into the guardrail. Grimm now goes for a big kick, but Loki’s dodges it and Grimm’s leg is caught up on the barrier! Loki takes advantage, driving his elbow into Grimm’s knee until Grimm falls to the floor. Loki pulls Grimm up, but Grimm strikes him in the jaw. He then clotheslines him, Loki hitting the mats at ringside hard. Grimm pulls him up, but Loki shoves him backwards, forcing him to hit the barrier back-first. Loki now drops Grimm with a right hand.

And the bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Oh no....

The audience boos. Loki and Grimm don’t seem to care and they continue brawling. Suddenly, before an official announcement can be made, Frank Foley is out speaking with the referee and the timekeeper. Ty Little then speaks to Sasha Greene who makes an announcement.

“This match has just been made a no count out, no disqualification match!”

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: I like it, but that’s certainly surprising.

Grimm and Loki never stopped fighting, so it doesn’t seem to make a difference to them. Grimm grabs Loki and he shoves him face-first into the ring post. Loki falls to the floor. Grimm now reaches under the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no. What is he looking for?

Grimm returns from under the ring... with a shovel.

Ace Anderson: Oh man....

Loki stands up and Grimm swings the shovel with all of his might. Loki ducks and the shovel cracks onto the ring post, breaking in half.

Jerry Andrews: Look at the force behind that swing! Thank God Loki ducked!

Loki tackles Grimm down to the mat. He throws a few strikes at him, but Grimm battles out and he throws Loki off of him. Loki gets to his feet and he charges at Grimm, but Grimm drives his knee into his opponent’s stomach. He then drops him with a snap DDT onto the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Oh... ouch.

Grimm pulls Loki up and he slides him into the ring. He also slides the broken shovel handle in. Grimm now picks up the metal shovel piece. He enters the ring. Loki is up and he has the shovel handle! He drives it into Grimm’s midsection! He sets him up. Grimm breaks free and he drops Loki with a wheelbarrow facebuster!

Jerry Andrews: Foddershock!

Grimm now reaches down and he grabs the metal end of the shovel. He waits for Loki to slowly get to his feet. When he does, Grimm clocks him in the side of the head with the shovel.

Ace Anderson: Oh God!

Grimm now with a cover:
1.....
2.....
3!!!!

Winner: Grimm via pinfall @ 19:31

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Grimm!

Ace Anderson: What a brutal contest. I hope Loki is alright....

We now cut backstage where PCW President Frank Foley is standing with Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me tonight, Mr. Foley.

Frank Foley: It's my pleasure.

Shane Dodge: We're about halfway through this outstanding card, but we've still got two big title matches and The Icemann Invitational Tournament final. What are your thoughts on the show thus far?

Frank Foley: Well, it's been excellent, as expected. PCW has some of the best talent in the world competing in this organization right now and...

Suddenly Frank Foley is cut off by a stagehand who hands him a sheet of paper.

Frank Foley: Did you really have to do this during this interview?

Stagehand: Sorry sir, but this message looked important.

Frank Foley: Well, alright. Who sends paper messages these days anyway? It's 2015. I have a smart phone.

Shane Dodge: Would you mind sharing the message, sir?

Frank Foley: You're pretty nosy, aren't you?

Shane Dodge: It's my job, sir.

Foley sighs and reads the message to himself. He then pauses before speaking to Shane once again.

Frank Foley: Of course. Here's the message Shane. It's yet another threat from that renegade nut job.... It reads: "Dear Mr. Foley. I have your title. If you want to see it in one piece again, I want another chance. I want a match on Trauma. If I'm not booked, your Underground belt will be melted down and sold for scrap." and it's signed Alexa Black.

Shane Dodge: That's very interesting. What are you going to do about it?

Frank Foley: I'm going to end this interview.

With that, Foley turns around and storms off.

Jerry Andrews: Woah. Alexa Black continues to threaten Frank Foley.

Ace Anderson: Do you really think that's wise of her?

Jerry Andrews: Be honest. When you see her, do you think of the word "wise?"

Ace Anderson: Good point.

Jerry Andrews: Well, moving on from one confusing situation to another, we have the International Title match up next.

Ace Anderson: This one is certainly going to be.... something.

I'd like to be your
Beautiful hell
Your beautiful hell

PCW Mass Destruction March 15, 2015 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. AAlong 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! __________ PCW Trauma March 31, 2015 Down the hallway, PCW's prettiest and most colorful returnee, Kelli Starr, chats happily with a stage hand. Instantly, Nathan empties his gullet, swallowing hard. He swiftly slams himself against a wall, repeatedly peering around the corner like a paranoid criminal avoiding the police. He begins to mutter to himself incoherently. Nathan: There she is! What shall I do? I can't let her see me. I must away. Now! Before he could retreat, a gentle tap on his shoulder startled him, freezing him in place with his neck out and one foot raised in mid-run. The camera pans in on candy-loving pin-up herself, "Dollface" Kelli Starr! The crowd in the arena erupts with approval! Kelli looks both giddy and apprehensive to see her former lover and tag team partner. She begins to say something, but the words just refuse to leave her mouth. She withdraws her gentle touch, still searching for what to say. Nathan, remaining as still as a statue, adds nothing to the conversation. Kelli: Nathan, I... Nathan: No Nathan here. I'm a flamingo. Kelli laughs at the absurdity at first, but upon seeing that he's genuinely serious, he giggles fade to concern. Kelli: Don't be silly. Now, can we talk? Nathan: I no speak-a de English. I only speak-a de flamingo-ese. Kelli's heart breaks almost audibly, her expression one of sinking, burdenous guilt. She begins to turn away, tears welling up in her eyes. Kelli: Maybe it's too soon. She gives Nathan a peck on the cheek as the waterworks begin to flow. Kelli: Please forgive me. Quickly spinning away, she sprints down the adjacent hallway, distancing herself as fast as she can. Once out of sight, Nathan's body loses its rigidity. One hand floats up to the spot where she kissed him, the other stretches out pleadingly in the direction of his beloved. Softly, he regains his ability to speak. Nathan: My dear, there's nothing to forgive. I just can't put it into words. Please... I... need you in my life. He wilts to the floor, his face heavy with remorse from his inaction. Quietly, he begins to sob. ... Three Team Tornado Tag Match "The Bear" Cory Steel & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Nathan Saniti (International ©) & LIGHT (Underground ♚) vs Non Compos Mentis & "Dollface" Kelli Starr As the bell rings, Kelli Starr walks towards the center of the ring where Nathan Saniti is standing. He freezes perfectly still. She reaches into her tights and pulls out a handful of candy. Jerry Andrews: Is this a peace offering? Ace Anderson: Wait... where in her tights did she get that from? Saniti still doesn’t move as the candy is extended to him. Slowly, Crazy Boy reaches his hand out. He quickly snatches the candy as Dollface looks disappointed. Crazy Boy happily gobbles up the candy and then turns to face his partner, Cory Steel, who is considerably less than pleased. Jerry Andrews: And this is an... interesting way to start a match! The match finally starts for real when Cory Steel shoves Crazy Boy out of the way and he charges at LIGHT, the man who took his crown away at Mass Destruction. That causes all hell to break loose. NCM tackles Crazy Boy down to the mat and starts to unload on him. Kelli Starr turns back to Nathan Saniti who is now attempting to bury his head in the “sand” like an ostrich. Kelli steps towards him and he lets out a loud "SQUEWK!" Jerry Andrews: Okay.... this is weird, right? Even for him? Ace Anderson: .... yes. __________ PCW Trauma April 14th, 2015 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 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. ... Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match Kelli Starr vs Non Compos Mentis Referee: Eddie Lane 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?! __________ PCW Trauma April 28th, 2015 Saniti's eyes darken with rage, but he turns it inwards to keep his poise. Slowly he rises, both hands on his cane and severity in his eyes. Foley takes an obviously guarded position as a knee-jerk reaction. Nathan speaks slowly and deliberately. Nathan Saniti: I'm not convinced. Either way, I refuse to do absolutely nothing as the Black Hand darkens one of the brightest Starrs this federation has had the privilege of witnessing. Frank Foley: Nathan, have you considered that maybe it isn't Kelli that is involved, but perhaps her alter ego? Nathan Saniti: I did, in fact, consider that. I have seen both sides of Miss Starr. I remain unconvinced that her more aggressive counterpart is in control. Frank Foley: Well, I can't have you running amok and injuring our World Champion any more than I could allow the Hand to do damage to you. You understand, right? Nathan Saniti: Sir, I SHALL have my day with Mr. Dillinger, one way or another. Your blessing is not needed. The Black Hand have gotten out of control, and I shall become more than a mere thorn in their side. Now Foley stands, leaning on his desk with authority. Frank Foley: If I have to, I will put out an order to prevent you from coming within 50 feet of Sadistic. I know you want revenge, Nathan. Right now, the best way for you to get it is to win the Icemann Invitational. Saniti huffs his disapproval, beginning to turn towards the door. Nathan Saniti: An unfortunate decision, Mr. Foley. I DO hope you don't end up regretting it. Frank Foley: Are you threatening me? Nathan Saniti: Not at all. I'm simply forewarning you of the maelstrom to come. There is a brush fire burning in your organization called the Black Hand. Sometimes, to fight a brush fire, one must burn down a forest. Nero shall once again ready his fiddle, my good man. Please make sure you are fireproof. Saniti strolls out of the office, rage in his heart, and a renewed steam in his step. ... Sadistic’s gaze shifts from Kelli to NCM and back again. “So she told you about the ice cream? She DOES love her sweets, you know.” He slides an arm around Kelli’s waist, pulling her tight against his side. “Don’t you, dear?” Kelli nods against his chest, avoiding NCM’s searching gaze. “Why don’t you tell him why you’re with the Black Hand, sugar cookie?” Kelli keeps her eyes on Sadistic, the very picture of earnestness. “I TRIED telling him but he just won’t LISTEN!” Her voice cracks on the last word, stress clear in every syllable. She places a delicate hand to her ivory throat, massaging gently. “I’m sorry, it’s just, I’ve been SO upset about all this. Here I am trying to be friends with everyone but there’s all this turf warfare going on and everyone is expecting me to take sides!” “Ohhh, that’s a shame. Have no worries there, my little Dollface, I want you to play with EVERYONE.” Kelli rests her head against his side, arms loosely wrapped around his middle as Sadistic smiles over her head at NCM’s helpless frustration. “This isn’t over, Sadistic. I’m going to find out what’s going on, and then I’m coming for you.” Sadistic sighs, almost as though disappointed with the decorated former Champion. “And here we’d thought you’d noticed - I believe my dear brother has plans for you, NCM. As for myself, I have better things to occupy my time with these days - wouldn’t you agree?” A cracked, snaggle toothed grin shows off his jagged maw as he leers down at Kelli, his arm locked firmly around her waist. Kelli’s eyes remain fixed on NCM, as if willing him to leave. Several long, heavy seconds later, NCM turns on his heel and vanishes into the darkness, leaving Kelli standing alone with Sadistic. “Now for you, sweetling, I think I need to remind you of our mission statement...” Sadistic’s virulent gaze bores into Kelli’s wide eyes as the camera fades on the scene. __________ PCW Trauma May 12th, 2015 Nathan: My dear, I only wished to get you away from those whom you align yourself with. I must look into your eyes and know this is exactly what you want. Kelli spies Sadistic emerging around the corner. Her eyes become more guarded, her voice hurried. Her eyes examine the floor once again. She mutters under her breath as if trying more to convince herself of her words than Nathan. Kelli: I already told you. They are just misunderstood. Nathan, glowers at her, unconvinced. Nathan: If you truly believe they are misunderstood, please explain it to me. Here. Now. Kelli still refuses to meet his eyes, his height making it easy for her to keep her gaze fixed on the pattern of his scarf. Kelli: Everyone is misunderstood by someone. I know how they feel, with everyone thinking they know them. Thinking they are OWED something by them. Kelli shrugs, her bright curls spilling over her shoulders. Kelli: PCW expects them to behave a certain way, to do things the way PCW wants. Frank Foley doesn't seem to be very involved, and there are too many different people here for it to devolve into anarchy. People would be hurt, Pure Class Wrestling would fall apart. I'd lose the closest thing to family I have. We'd lose everything we have here. Kelli's lower lip trembles, a delicate flush coming to her cheeks as she finally meets his eyes, creamy jade staring into unsettling green-yellow. Kelli: We will lose everything if things don't go right, don't you see that, Nathan? Nathan lifts her face to his, yet still she diverts her gaze. Nathan: Miss Starr, it's just you and I here. Your cryptic speech confounds me still. How, praytell, will we lose everything if the Hand fails? Profound hurt chokes Nathan's voice. Nathan: Please... Tears well up in Kelli's eyes, a lost, helpless look upon her pretty face. Kelli: They are in control, Nathan. She shakes her head violently, shoving herself away from him. In the distant background, Sadistic inches closer in an attempt to overhear the conversation. Only Kelli sees him coming. Kelli: THEY are in control of PCW. We have nothing to fear from cooperating with them. Only by being friends with them will we all thrive. Until such time when you see the truth in things, I'm afraid we don't have much to say to each other. Kelli begins to part ways with Nathan. Nathan puffs his chest confidently. Nathan: A mere leather and gold strap hardly dictates policy in this world, my dear. The only thing they have true control over is you! Kelli quickens her pace down the hallway. Nathan: If control of the situation is what you fret over, then I shall wrest that control from them by hook or by crook. My only fear is that you will be caught in the crossfire once this unfortunate set of circumstances begins. I cannot guarantee your protection if you continue down this path! Kelli begins to sprint down the hallway back toward the dressing room. As she does, Nathan spots Sadistic watching on. Under his breath, Nathan grimaces his fury. He spots Sadistic leading Kelli by the waist back down the Hallway to the dressing room. A dark fury overcomes him as he bolts down after them. Nathan: You! If you so much as lay a finger upon her...! Sadistic smirks with a raised brow, bursting into laughter. Sadistic: If?! Oh, I can assure you, magician, her treatment has been harsh and rigorous. And I'll let you in on a little secret... She loved every minute of it. His taunting cackle too much for the Mystical Madman, Nathan speeds his stride as the couple vanishes into the locker room Nathan had stolen Kelli from. Snapping the door wide, Nathan peers inside, his rage unsatisfied by the empty room. Through gritted teeth, a warning comes. Nathan: Hands and hearts alike may be broken in this war. ... Tag Team Match Nathan Saniti & Tha Joka vs "Dollface" Kelli Starr & Sadistic Saniti pulls him out of the corner and swings at him. Sadistic dodges it. He then kicks Saniti in the stomach and drops him with a Sadistic DDT! Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over! Billy Sadistic doesn’t go for the cover, however. Instead, he smiles, walks over to his corner and he tags in Kelli Starr. She pauses briefly but then enters the ring. Nathan Saniti is still down on the canvas. She slowly covers him. 1.... 2.... Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti kicks out! Suddenly Sadistic is back in the ring and he’s unloading on Saniti with stomps! Ace Anderson: Oh, come on! Stop this! Joka charges into the ring and he attacks Sadistic, evening the odds! Saniti slowly gets to his feet as Joka charges at Sadistic. He hits him with a big clothesline and the two competitors both fly over the ropes to the outside! Inside the ring, Saniti turns around and he’s hit with the Candygram! Jerry Andrews: The Candygram! The cover! 1.... 2.... 3!!! Jerry Andrews: The victory! Winners: Sadistic & Kelli Starr via pinfall @ 21:58

"Prescription" by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play.

"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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW International Championship!"

As the uptempo music 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 slips under the bottom rope and bounces around, pink sparks showering down from the ceiling as she darts from one corner to another and hops up on turnbuckles to fire the crowd as she waits for the other competitors in the match.

"Introducing first, 'Dollface' Kelli Starr!"

"White Rabbit," by Collide blasts the airwaves, 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, and his Intercontinental Title draped over his shoulder. This time, however, the air of pomp appears drained from his spirit. The usual steam in his stride now has a remorseful façade, Nathan dreading the upcoming encounter. He paces back and forth a bit, deep in thought, before finally mounting the ring steps.

"And her opponent, he is the PCW International Champion: Nathan Saniti!"

He centers himself in the ring, face to face with the woman he once had deep feelings for standing across from him. The corners of his mouth fall harder than a meteorite as he slowly removes his gaze from Kelli's. Nigel Gale steps between the pair, beginning the pre-match ritual. Before he calls for the beginning bell, Nathan slowly steps back, laying the Intercontinental Title at Kelli's feet and removing himself from the ring.

The ref, Kelli, and the whole arena go uncommonly quiet, gob smacked. Soon, the murmur in the crowd grows into full fledged jeers aimed at Nathan as he makes his way up the ramp. Nigel begins to count Saniti out! Before he even gets to five, Kelli has procured a mic.

Kelli: Do you REALLY think so little of me that you'd just give in like that? Just who the hell do you think you are, Nathan Saniti?!

Nathan stops his slow retreat mid-ramp, his back still turned to the ring. His head sinks to the ground in defeat.

Kelli: Or is it you?

A slow, wicked smile curves her lips, a delighted giggle heralding her next words.

Kelli: It IS you! The Black Hand actually BROKE you, didn't they? That's why you're out here like this, just GIVING IN rather than fighting for what you earned. Damn, if I'd known you were THIS delicate I never would have cried over you!

Emasculated, Nathan slowly turns around. He curtly motions for a microphone of his own.

Nathan: Why? Why is it so important to you that I risk injuring you?

Kelli: For all your fine words you don't listen half so well as you speak. I already told you - THE BLACK HAND HAS CONTROL OF PCW.

The crowd screams their disapproval at Kelli.

Nathan: If gold is the power that the Black Hand seeks, if they truly believe that these title equal control, then they can have it. I won't kill off what we once had for so petty a trinket or notion. That, dear girl, is wherein the true power lies. You say the Black Hand will destroy all we care about if they don't get their way? Your actions have been far more destructive.

Kelli: This is what they WANT, and this is what -I- want.

Nathan sneers with disgust at the colorful Candy Girl, beginning to turn around once again. Kelli's voice goes sugar sweet, a poison laced mockery of a lover's croon.

Kelli: Are you REALLY going to deny me, Nathan?

Nathan spins firmly on his heels, high-stepping towards the ring steps once more.

Nathan: My dear, I'd do absolutely anything for you.

Nathan briskly enters the ring, catching Kelli by the hair and dipping her, kissing her lovingly.

Nathan: ...Including teaching you a lesson.

Without warning, Saniti spins a leg, dropping it over Kelli. Hard. The zebra calls for the bell, and the match is under way!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man! I didn't expect that!

Ace Anderson: Here we go!

Singles Match
PCW International Championship
Nathan Saniti (International ©) vs "Dollface" Kelli Starr
Referee: Nigel Gale

Ace Anderson: For me, this match might be my most anticipated match of the night.

Jerry Andrews: This match? But didn't you say the last match....

Ace Anderson: As everyone knows, Nathan and Kelli used to be an item. Saniti still pines for Miss Starr, but she's gone and shacked up with the Black Hand.

Jerry Andrews: I don't know if “shacked up” is the proper terminology, but she's definitely aligned herself with the tyrants.

Nigel Gale starts the match. Saniti stands up and he looks down at the fallen Starr. She slowly gets to her feet and there is an awkward stalemate to begin with. Saniti and Starr simply stare at one another, both with pained eyes, before they slowly start to circle each other. Just as they're about to engage, Saniti bails out of the ring to the outside. Confused, Nigel Gale slowly begins the ten-count. The International Champion seems to be having a conversation – a heated conversation – with himself. After a generous count, the magician slowly climbs back into the ring. The two stare at each other hesitantly.

Jerry Andrews: This is certainly awkward. It's like putting two spiders on a stick and then lighting each end. They're being forced to fight.

Ace Anderson: It would certainly seem that way...

The two continue their game of cat and mouse inside the ring and the fans are starting to grow impatient. Kelli steps forward to lock up, but Saniti simply sidesteps and dodges her advance. She attempts another lockup and again he evades her. Frustration getting the best of her, Kelli lunges forward with a heart kick. Saniti bolts out of the way causing Starr to string her long leg up in the ropes. Saniti looks almost hurt that his former lover would try such a thing, but then his instincts take over and he advances on his trapped opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

Saniti hooks her from behind as she manages to kick free from the ropes and he drags her to the center of the ring. But once there, he freezes. Clearly not wanting to inflict harm upon the beauty, he leaves an opening for Miss Starr...and she takes it. A drop toehold sends Saniti to the mat and she follows it up by dropping an elbow across the back of his neck. She follows up a pair of leg drops with a litany of stomps. She even starts getting into a groove as some dubstep music materializes over the loud speakers.

Ace Anderson: Kelli is dubstepping all over Nathan Saniti's ass!

Sure enough, Starr is dubstepping all over Nathan Saniti, her hips and torso moving with excellent rhythm to the music. Stomp, stomp, stomp. The music abruptly cuts out and the fans are actually booing the colorful competitor. Must be her Black Hand affiliation. Unfazed by the crowd response, she pull Saniti up and doles out a throat strike before planting Saniti with a reverse Russian legsweep. Starr goes for the quick cover. 1...2...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: You'll never get a victory over a wrestler of Nathan's stature without hooking the leg.

Kelli presses on like a robot carrying out a task. Her lack of emotion is very uncharacteristic as she works away on the wild-haired champion. As Nathan stands, Kelli hits the ropes and absolutely drills him with a charging heart kick that blast him off the ropes and down to the mat. Heading to the top ropes, she waits perched prompting a few enamored men in the crowd to complement her with whistles. As Nathan stands, Kelli takes flight and cracks him over the head with a double axe handle smash!

Jerry Andrews: Sugar High! This match has been all Kelli Starr thus far, surprisingly so.

Ace Anderson: Nathan doesn't want to harm her and she's using him as a punching bag.

Jerry Andrews: I know guys that would pay good money to let Kelli Starr use them as a punching bag.

Starr makes the cover and hooks the leg. 1...2...kickout! Kelli with the Irish whip and she catches Saniti with a hiptoss powerslam! Starr hooks the leg. 1...2...kickout! Kelli stands and waits patiently, clearly frustrated with the situation, and waits for the champion to rise. When he does, Kelli greets him with a standing headscissors and transitions it into a reverse face driver!

Ace Anderson: Oh! The Cherry on Top! And that could do it!

Kelli cradles Saniti into a pinning predicament. 1...2...kickout! Saniti kicks free with authority and rolls to the safety of the corner. Kelli is quick and persistent as she charges again. Saniti rolls through the ropes to the ring apron causing Starr to hammer chest-first into the corner pad! Clutching her sternum, she collapses to her knees. Saniti reaches throw the ropes, grabs her by the wrist, and yanks her out of the ring where she's deposited neatly on the arena floor. Saniti quickly re-enters the ring and invites Nigel to make the count. Referee Gale obliges and begins the ten-count.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive strategy by Nathan Saniti...

1...2...3... Kelli begins to crawl around on the outside as Nathan bites his lip. 4...5...6... You can almost feel Saniti trying to will Nigel Gale to count faster. 7...8...Starr rolls back into the ring, and Saniti appears heartbroken. Saniti reluctantly approaches her, and she looks up at him with a forlorn expression on her face.

Kelli Starr: How could you?! How could you do this to me?

Saniti is taken aback. Apologetically, he attempts to help her stand. Instead, Kelli grabs his hand...and kicks him in the ribs! Still holding onto his hand, she drops him with a necktie clothesline! With Saniti down on the mat, Kelli goes for the finish. Running to the ropes, she springboards off and flies at Nathan with a double knee drop!

Ace Anderson: Saniti rolls out of the way!

Starr drives both of her knees into the canvas and the rage on Nathan's face is unsettling. He turns his enraged, crazy eyes to Kelli and he approaches with fingers curling involuntarily. Reaching down and grabbing her with a hand on each side of her head, he shakes her violently until her eyes roll back in her head! Refusing to release her, he hoists her off the mat by the head and lifts her into the air for a delayed spinning suplex!

Jerry Andrews: The Whirling Dervish! Nathan Saniti has had enough playing nice and he's gone on the offensive.

With Kelli down on the mat, Nathan begins to hop around her in a circle like a bunny rabbit before sticking an acrobatic standing moonsault! Classic Saniti and Kelli Starr is hurting. Saniti goes for the cover. 1...2...kickout! Saniti is clearly unhappy having to pummel the lovely woman, but she's left him no choice. Pulling her off the mat, he takes her over with a double underhook suplex. That is followed with a snap powerslam! Then a sitout powerbomb into a pin attempt! 1...2...kickout!

Ace Anderson: That was close, Jerry.

Saniti looks like his old self as he picks Kelli apart. Hurricanranas. Moonsaults. The whole nine yards. Kelli Starr is hanging on by a thread as the magician puts the hurt on her. Mercifully, Saniti is going to put an end to her suffering with the Unreality Check. Hooking her from behind, he flips over her like a Jack-in-the-Box for the crushing DDT...but Kelli has enough awareness to shove herself free. Saniti is staggered. Saniti strides toward the beautiful, but beaten Kelli Starr once more...but she stops him with outstretched hands.

Jerry Andrews: What's this?

Tears have started streaming from Kelli's big, glowing eyes smearing her makeup in the process. She's on her knees pleading with her man.

Kelli Starr: Nathan, stop! Please stop! Nathan...it's me! It's me. It's Kelli.

Nathan stops in his tracks and his whole demeanor changes. His eyes fill with sympathy...and love? He sputters out an attempt at an apology, but Kelli rises and holds a finger to his lips.

Kelli Starr: Nathan, I need you to help me. Against them. I need you...

Kelli leans in with her eyes closed and her plump lips ready for a big kiss as the fans start to cheer the reunion of Psychedelica. Completely caught off guard yet pleasantly surprised, Nathan struggles with himself. The fans want he and Kelli to kiss and make up. And so does Nathan. Closing his eyes, he leans in to meet Kelli's lips.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, my!

Rather than connect with a kiss, Kelli connects with a vicious spinning backfist to the side of Nathan's head and he's dropped like a bad habit! The fans boo mercilessly. Dollface looks down at Saniti with a hint of compassion in her eyes. Wasting little time, she covers him and hooks the leg as Nigel makes the count. 1...2...3!

Ace Anderson: That was a pretty low-down, dirty way to get a victory, playing with Nathan's heart strings like that.

Jerry Andrews: While I would tend to agree with you, a win's a win. Especially with the International Championship on the line.

Sasha Green: The winner of this match...and NEW International Champion...”DOLLFACE” Kelli Starr!!!

Winner: “Dollface” Kelli Starr via Pinfall @ 17:50

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Kelli Starr quickly slides out of the ring without having her arm raised or the title being presented to her. Saniti stands in a single spot in the center of the ring, the ref having made his decision. As he watches Kelli retreat towards the locker rooms, purple smoke envelops his drooped, defeated posture, climbing its way up to his baleful eyes and beyond. Within seconds, Nathan Saniti has disappeared, the Intercontinental title remaining in the ring. Nigel Gale begins to reach for it, but the strap vanishes as well.

Jerry Andrews: Okay.... what the hell?

Ace Anderson: I..... well, you're never bored when Nathan Saniti is involved!


The fans jeer as the shot cuts backstage where the camera catches up to the newly crowned Intercontinental Champion, Kelli Starr as she skips down the hallway. Suddenly from behind her, she hears slow, deliberate applause. Sadistic looms out of the darkness, clapping slowly.

Sadistic: Excellent performance, my dear.

Kelli flushes angrily.

Kelli: I WON. You SAID I just needed to win this.

Sadistic puts a finger to his chin in a mock-thoughtful gesture.

Sadistic: I DID say that, didn't I? But I don't think you REALLY won. You could have done better I think, Kelli.

Sadistic lays a possessive hand on her shoulder.

Sadistic: I don't believe you REALLY wanted to try. He's not TRULY defeated, he's not BROKEN. I just... I just didn't FEEL it, Candy Girl.

Kelli jerks back from his touch, hands fisted at her sides.

Kelli: You SAID! You said I had to win the title, and I WON!

Sadistic leans in, hands on either side of Kelli's head, pressed against the wall behind her.

Sadistic: Mind. Your. Tone. I just need MORE from you...

Kelli cuts in, sounding tearfully desperate rather than angry.

Kelli: But you SAID you'd let him GO! No one's even SEEN him since the Deadly Rumble.

Sadistic: If we are expected to give you what you want, well then, you need to give us what WE want. A deal is a deal... and your end isn't upheld until I SAY it is. It isn't enough until I SAY it's enough.

Kelli hits a quick punch to Sadistic's solar plexus, darting out from under him and out of the room, taking off down the hallway in a full out run. As she hits the corner, she runs full-on into... SADISTIC? Kelli crumbles into a heap of despair as Sadistic tilts his head curiously at her.

Meanwhile, down at the other end of the hallway, the man Kelli retreated from calmly saunter's in the opposite direction, purple smoke steaming from him, transforming his shape into... Nathan Saniti, who then softly speaks to an absent Kelli.

Nathan: I'm sorry, my dear. I simply wasn't getting the answers I needed the gentlemanly way. Now I have a starting point.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, now I'm kind of scared.

Ace Anderson: Can someone just confirm that what I think just happened actually just happened!?

And if you fall, I'll catch you there
I'll be your savior from all the wars
That are fought inside your world
Please have faith in my words

Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see
This is my legacy.

Return to Glory V September 14th 2014 Six Man Tag Team Match The Black Hand (Phinehas Grimm[©] /Billy Sadistic/’Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght) vs. Psychedelica (Nathan Saniti & ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr) & Eira The three members of the Black Hand now stand in the ring with Eira. Suddenly Billy Sadistic slides under the bottom ropes to the outside. He reaches under the ring and grabs a couple of steel chairs. He throws the chairs into the ring and slides back inside himself. Ace: No. Now THIS is too much! Billy Sadistic picks up the chairs. He throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Eira in place as Showtime places a chair around Eira’s neck and Sadistic places his around Eira’s left knee. Jerry: No! NO! Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. Jerry: Stop this! Suddenly, before any further damage can be done, Andy D rushes into the ring! He dives at Showtime, knocking him down from the top turnbuckle! Jerry: Andy D is here!? ANDY D IS HERE! The crowd cheers, but Andy D is unable to stop Billy Sadistic in time! He leaps off of the top ropes and comes crashing down on the chair... and one Eira’s left knee! The sickening pop is heard throughout the arena. Jerry: Oh my God... Ace: That sounded bad. Seeing and hearing the obvious injury, PCW medical personnel rush into the ring to attend to Eira as Grimm and Sadistic look on. __________ Deadly Intentions V November 30, 2014 (Murdoc is choking Sadistic out, Hellbent on revenge for Sadistic causing the miscarriage of Murdoc's child. With Sadistic's feet dangling in the air, Murdoc can be seen squeezing the throat tighter and tighter, but he lets go when he hears the familiar tune of, “Dystopic” by Poison Mist.) Jerry Andrews: WAIT! WAIT! It can't be! (The PCW Faithful are popping big, but even more so when from behind the entrance steps former PCW World Champion Eira!) Ace Anderson: It's Eira! It's Eira! Eira is here! What a night of surprises! I thought Eira's career was over at the hands of Sadistic. Jerry Andrews: She's here, Ace! The 2013 Deadly Rumble winner is here! And I have a feeling I know who she is going to go after. Ace Anderson: I don't know, Jerry. You heard Showtime earlier in the night speculate that Eira has pledged allegiance to The Black Hand. (Sadistic slithers to the nearest turnbuckle while Murdoc stands in the center of the ring, unflinching with stoic calm. Eira comes running down to the ring, her music cutting off when she slides in. Eira shares a long glance with Murdoc and then walks over to Sadistic and...hugs him?!) Jerry Andrews: What is going on here, Ace? Ace Anderson: I wish I could tell you, Jerry. I. Am. Shocked. (Murdoc can't believe it. The fans can't believe it. Eira and Sadistic release the embrace and the PCW Faithful are booing like crazy. Sadistic is laughing his ass off and looking smugly at Murdoc - until Eira kicks the expletive deleted out of him! And the place goes wild with cheers. Eira then walks over to Murdoc and embraces him. Murdoc flips his hair back, showing his face for practically the first time in forever and he and Eira kiss passionately. Again the fans cheer.) Ace Anderson: Murdoc was in on it the whole time! I knew there was no way Eira would side with the evil Sadistic. (Eira and Murdoc turn their collective attention back to Sadistic, and the duo begin stomping the proverbial mud hole on him. Sadistic tries to pull himself up by the ropes, but Eira hip-tosses him back to the mat before she and Murdoc continue on their attack.) __________ PCW Trauma January 20, 2015 Singles Match Gem vs. Eira Ace Anderson: Gem going upstairs again! Suddenly Eira is back up and she grabs Gem, dropping her down onto the turnbuckle in a sitting position facing the crowd. Eira now leaps up and she hits Gem with a reverse top rope hurricanrana! Jerry Andrews: Wreath of Barbs!!! Eira with a cover: 1.... 2.... 3! Winner: Eira via Pinfall @ 19:41 Eira rises to her feet as "Dystopic" plays throughout the arena. Eira is breathing heavily from the tough contest that she just competed in. Gem sits up slowly on the canvas. She looks down at the mat in disappointment. Eira looks down at her. When Gem looks up, Eira looks right at her and nods, acknowledging the effort and skill that was on display tonight. Gem slowly gets to her feet and she looks at Eira. She returns the nod of appreciation and leaves the ring so Eira can celebrate her victory. __________ PCW Trauma February 17th, 2015 Gem is seen walking through the arena, stretching and preparing for her match tonight. Suddenly, Eira appears and she gets the drop on Gem. A quick sparring match ensues. After a few moments of tense martial arts combat, Gem finally gets the upperhand and she locks Eira in a compromising position. Eira pauses and looks Gem directly in the eyes. She twists in Gem's hold only to bare her throat, literally. "I trust you. You've seen enough of me to trust in what I can do. Mutual trust is the only way we're going to get through this." Gem releases Eira from the hold. Eira offers her partner in tonight's match a genuine, uncharacteristically warm smile and an outstretched hand. "Deal?" Gem shakes her hand. __________ PCW Trauma March 3rd, 2015 Sadistic: Has the mute come to say something? Or is she just gonna stand there lookin' stupid? I think you've wandered into the wrong neck of the woods, little girl. Now...you'd best run on home before the Black Hand is forced to spank your little bottom blue. Gem does not run home. On the contrary, she takes an aggressive step forward and comes nose to nose with the Phenom. Sadistic snarls, baring his sharp teeth, but Gem won't be deterred. In an instant, Phinehas and Showtime have moved on each side of the assassin. Shane Dodge: Now, now, fellas... Grimm nonchalantly shoves Dodge out of the picture. In a flash, Grant has jumped into the mix. Gem's companion stands shoulder-to-shoulder with her as they valiantly face off against the unruly trio. Sadistic and Showtime exchange glances...as if to wonder 'are they serious right now?' Ace Anderson: This definitely doesn't bode well for Gem and her friend... Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime move to pounce...but then suddenly freeze. The fans let out a cheer that slowly and steadily turns to a roar. The camera has panned out to find Eira standing not too far behind Gem. Behind her Nathan Saniti. And Cory Steel. And Braddock. And Kristoff Michaelson. Jerry Andrews: I think the PCW roster has had just about enough of the Black Hand's crap! Grimm, Showtime, and Sadistic begin to back away. Clearly frustrated, Sadistic reaches down and scoops up Shane Dodge's microphone. Sadistic: This has gone on long enough. Gem! You're out of your league. Just 'cause these people and those people out there think you're good don't mean you are good! You don't belong in the same ring as the Black Hand, let alone the biggest match of the biggest show of the year! Your magical little run of main event matches is going to come to an end. Right now. Not only am I gonna put you in your place...I'm gonna put you out of commission! The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Sadistic: I want you one-on-one. Waddaya say? You got the guts to step into the ring with me without your buddies, you main event whore? Gem hasn't broken eye contact. There is a brief moment of silence as she watches Sadistic's face...almost analyzing him. And then she gives a single, deliberate nod. Her allies erupt from behind her, cheering her on. Grant: You're damn right she does! Sadistic has already turned and headed out to the ringside area. Ace Anderson: It looks like we're going to have an impromptu main event! ...... Singles Match Sadistic (World ©) vs. Gem 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! Ace Anderson: Is she main event material now?! Can you see her now?! Gem releases the hold and rolls to the outside where she's met by an ecstatic Grant! __________ PCW Mass Destruction March 15, 2015 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. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! 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. __________ PCW Trauma March 31st, 2015 Non-Title Singles Match Sadistic (World ©) vs Gem The battle between these two rivals is getting more and more heated as they fire at one another. And then.... the bell rings. Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Ace Anderson: Oh no! They’ve been counted out. The crowd boos. PCW officials stream out into the crowd to break up the battle that continues to rage between Gem and Sadistic. Winner: Double Countout Eventually the team of officials and security are able to break Sadistic and Gem up, but then the rest of the Black Hand arrives on scene. Showtime and Grimm are at ringside, armed with steel chairs. Before they can ask, Eira comes rushing out with a chair of her own! Security guards stand between all of the combustible elements, trying to maintain order. "Enough!" Frank Foley stands in the entrance way with a microphone. Frank Foley: "I'm not going to have this break down any further! But that's not the only reason I'm here. I'm here to make an announcement. An announcement that all of you will want to hear. It's about the PCW World Title." The crowd cheers. All the competitors at ringside stop suddenly, their interest piqued at the discussion of the title. Frank Foley: "Of course, as you know, if Gem had been victorious tonight..." "Okay, that's just about enough of you." 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. __________ PCW Trauma April 28th, 2015 Eira: Sadistic is PCW's World Champion, right? Let's be honest with each other, he's hardly the first insufferable asshole that's held the belt. But let's take a closer look. Sure, Whitey Ford was a douchebag, but at least he had the balls to back up his claim to the gold. Sadistic, on the other hand? Have you seen him defend that belt even ONCE? Jerry Andrews: Well it's hardly HIS fault, he doesn't manage the booking. Ace Anderson: Still though, she has a point. Eira looks around, waiting for a moment before bringing the mic to her lips once more. "Neither have I. People might be quick to point out how fast I lost the World Championship when it was mine, but I also had to defend it at the Pay Per View immediately following the win! Sure, that's no excuse, and a loss is a loss - but where has Sadistic's turn been? Who is he that he gets to slide through on defending that belt for HOW many months now?! Taking a moment to compose herself amidst the noise of the crowd, Eira rakes a hand through her hair to brush it back from her face. Eira: Now, I'm not saying that Billy Sadistic is a slimy backwoods hillbilly who can't get the mud out of his ears to hear a direct challenge when he hears one, but - Eira is cut off mid sentence as a burst of feedback drowns out the mic and the arena lights begin to flicker. Clearly unimpressed, she rolls her eyes as the lights go dark and “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up. A percentage of the crowd stomps and clamps along, but mostly they just boo. *STOMP!* *CLAP!* *STOMP!* *CLAP!* PCW's Phenom appears from the back with a heinous grin upon a heinous face. No, he's not an extra from House of 1,000 Corpses. Or Deliverance. He's PCW's World Champion and he's come in response to his arch-nemesis, Eira. Jerry Andrews: Well, well, well. Ask and you shall receive. Sadistic makes his way down the aisle and into the ring dragging the championship belt along like an old blanket. The lights resume as he enters the ring and approaches Eira with a grin on his face. His salt and pepper hair and beard are as wild as his genuine green eyes. Retrieving a microphone from a ring assistant, he raises it to his mouth as the music cuts out. The booing persists until Sadistic speaks. Sadistic: ... You don't like me, do you? The question is rhetorical. Quite rhetorical, but humorous to Sadistic as he lets out a chuckle. Sadistic: Don't answer that. Because this goes far beyond likes and dislikes. You HATE me. That's okay, because I hate you, too. Gem is annoying, sure. I dislike her, sure. But not like I...HATE...you. And leave it to someone as gutless as you to pull a stunt like this. I get it, I get it. I really do. You can't beat me in the ring because you, my trollop, are a loser. You've lost to me. You've lost your lover and life partner. You've lost any friend you've ever had. And you've lost your *cough* child. ... Special Referee Singles Match Gem vs Eira Referee: Sadistic Sadistic staggers around with Gem on his back trying to fight her off, but she's tenacious. The Phenom reaches the ropes...but there's no referee to break the hold! How ironic! In a flash, Eira is back in the ring holding her spiked knee brace and she charges! She aims for Sadistic's head, but he ducks down and Eira catches Gem across the side of the head with a glancing blow that causes her to release the hold. If it was an accident, Eira doesn't seem remorseful. Instead, she waits for Sadistic to turn around and then lays him out with a sickening blow to the forehead! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is down! Gem is up...and Gem is down, too! Eira clobbers her with the knee brace and she's dropped right beside Sadistic. The crowd isn't sure how to react but Eira's made it abundantly clear that there will be no allies at Living a Legacy. __________ PCW Trauma May 12th, 2015 Foley, frustrated by the situation, turns towards the entrance way and signals. After a brief delay, members of Pure Class Security make their way out from the back and down to the ring. The crowd is still booing. Ace Anderson: Is this really necessary? Sadistic takes this opportunity as his rivals are briefly distracted. Gem turns to look towards the guards who are entering the ring, and she's leveled in the back of the head with the PCW World Championship. Eira reacts quickly and she tackles Sadistic down to the mat. The two struggle on the canvas as members of the security team attempt to break them up. The crowd is on fire now. Jerry Andrews: Here we go! As Eira and Sadistic brawl, Gem slowly gets to her feet. Guards pull Eira off of Sadistic, but as he tries to stand up, he's kicked right in the back of the head by Gem! Security turns their attention to Gem now, allowing Eira to break free. She charges towards Gem and Sadistic, but is eventually restrained by security. After several attempts to free themselves, the numbers eventually get the best of them and all three competitors are forcefully dragged from the ring as Trauma heads to its first commercial break. ... Outside the ring, Joka hits Sadistic with a right hand that sends him over the guardrail and into the crowd. He struggles to stand up, but he's attacked by Gem! Jerry Andrews: Gem returning the favor now! Gem unloads on Sadistic and she throws him back over the guardrail to ringside. She tries to grab him from behind, but Sadistic kicks free and makes his way around the ring towards the entrance ramp. Ace Anderson: The World Champion is high-tailing it out of here! Sadistic stumbles up the ramp when he suddenly bumps into... Eira! She isn't happy and she attacks the champion, dropping him with a right hand. Ace Anderson: This is madness! Jerry Andrews: Everything is happening! PCW security rolls out of the back to try to control this ridiculous situation, but they are having a hard time doing so! Somehow, Sadistic gets his hands on the PCW World Title and he swings it, aiming for Eira's head! She ducks and Sadistic takes Gem out with the shot! Eira then drops him with a big spear and starts unloading with punches! Jerry Andrews: I don't even know what to say right now! But we're out of time! See you at Living a Legacy!!!

Ace Anderson: I think this next match might be my most anticipated match of the night!

Jerry Andrews: Oh yeah, this one too?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat elimination match for the PCW World Championship!"

The crowd explodes!

"Introducing first..."

The hard edge of "Little Tyrants" by Anberlin's opening chords sound throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp with Nacho Grande and Lantas at her side.

Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like the rumors about Gem may be true!

Ace Anderson: She's out here with Nacho and Lantas!

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. 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 ascends the steps and wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for the match to begin.

"... she is GEM!"

The crowd cheers.

"And her first opponent..."

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira. She stands absolutely motionless for a few seconds, her left leg with its gleaming, spiked black metal knee brace crossed in front of the right; arms outstretched and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

Jerry Andrews: You can literally feel the excitement and tension in this building here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Isn't it great?

While Eira keeps her primary focus on her goal, she offers an occasional smile or nod in response to fans on her way to down the ramp. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

"... she is EIRA!"

Again the crowd cheers.

Those cheers quickly turn to boos as the opening to "Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. His nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and only he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic 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.

"And, their final opponent, he is the PCW World Champion: SADISTIC!"

Sadistic holds the title in the air to the jeers of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: This is definitely going to be Sadistic's toughest challenge to date.

Ace Anderson: He'll certainly have his work cut out for him tonight!

Double Main Event Match One
Triple Threat Elimination Match
PCW World Championship Match
Sadistic (World ©) vs Eira vs Gem
Referee: Ed Lane

All three competitors glare at one another. Sadistic removes the World Title from his shoulder. However, instead of handing it to the referee, he drapes it down in the ring, putting himself on one side and Eira and Gem on the other.

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic drawing a line in the sand here!

Ace Anderson: He's ready to go!

Suddenly, both Gem and Eira charge at him, unloading with a frenzy of attacks!

Jerry Andrews: So are his opponents! Here we go!

Sadistic battles back, fighting off his two challengers. They force him back into the corner where he has no choice but to cover up. Gem goes after him, but she's clocked in the back of the head by Eira!

Jerry Andrews: Well, it's everyone for themselves here!

Eira grabs Gem and she throws her through the ropes to the outside. She the pursues Sadistic. He kicks her in the stomach and then drives the point of his elbow into the back of her head. He then grabs her by the head and throws her into the corner. She shoulder crashes into the steel ring post.

Sadistic now pulls her out and he drives his forearm into her shoulder. He then wrenches her arm and does it again. Gem is back in the ring, but Sadistic cuts her off, stomping away on her as she slides into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Great work by Sadistic in the early going. He's keeping the two challengers down and working to soften them up.

Sadistic kneels above Gem and he starts to unload on her face with a series of elbow strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man. Vicious.

Suddenly Eira attacks him from behind with a kick to the spine. She pulls him up only to send him face-first into her knee brace with a big knee lift. Sadistic clutches his face and rolls out of the ring to safety.

Ace Anderson: Sadistic could be cut from that shot!

Eira now goes after Gem, brutalizing her with a series of forearm strikes before she can recover from the earlier attacks. Gem covers up and slowly battles out of the prone position, kicking Eira in the back of the head to free herself.

Gem now gets to her feet. She waits for Eira to do the same before connecting with a big roundhouse kick to Eira's knee. Eira stumbles. Gem with another kick. And another. Eira swings and returns fire with a punch that connects with Gem's ribs. Eira drives her other knee into Gem's midsection. Eira stumbles again due to Gem's attacks on her leg and Gem takes advantage. She clubs her opponent in the side of the head with an elbow. Eira staggers backwards, but returns fire again. She connects. She follows up with an uppercut that hits Gem squarely in the jaw. Now Gem is staggered.

On the outside of the ring, Sadistic is looking on. Blood is dripping down his face from Eira's attack.

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is bleeding, but he seems content to watch his two opponents unload on one another in the ring.

Ace Anderson: That's smart. This is likely going to be a long match. Why not conserve energy a bit if you can? And if your opponents are wailing on one another while you do it, even better!

Gem and Eira continue to trade blows. Gem finally takes Eira down when she leaps up and hits her with an enziguri out of nowhere!

Jerry Andrews: Where did that come from?

Ace Anderson: I don't know, but it was effective!

Gem pulls Eira up and she drives her elbow into the back of Eira's head. She then grabs her by the head and drops her with a bulldog. As Gem stands up, she's nearly ripped in half by an absolutely vicious clothesline from behind by Sadistic.

Ace Anderson: You can never be too safe in a triple threat match. You always have to be on the lookout.

Sadistic starts to unload on Gem with a series of stomps. Eira is on her feet now. She looks over at Sadistic and at the prone Gem. She the joins in on stomping Gem into the canvas!

Jerry Andrews: Eira and Sadistic are working together!?

Ace Anderson: Triple threat matches lead to odd bedfellows!

Jerry Andrews: Well, I wouldn't say they're "bedfellows."

Ace Anderson: You know what I mean.

Gem remains down while Eira and Sadistic put the boots to her.

Jerry Andrews: When this match was first booked, I thought we'd see Gem and Eira work together to eliminate Sadistic first, but a lot of things have changed in recent weeks!

Sadistic pulls Gem up and he tosses her into the corner. He looks over at Eira. She briefly looks at him before heading over to Gem and stomping her down into the corner.

Ace Anderson: It's a very reluctant alliance, but it looks like these two want to take Gem out of the match.

Jerry Andrews: I can't see these two mortal enemies working together for very long.

Eira pulls Gem out of the corner. She Irish whips her across the ring into the opposing corner. Gem hits he buckle hard and staggers out, where Sadistic clotheslines her down to the mat. Sadistic now pulls Gem up and he rubs her eyes across the top rope, trying to blind her.

Jerry Andrews: Oh God...

Gem elbows him in the stomach, stopping the attack. She then turns and starts to unleash a series of strikes, ending with a throat thrust that drops Sadistic down to the mat. Eira suddenly takes Gem down with a spear! Eira now unloads with a series of forearm strikes to Gem’s face.. Gem covers up and shoves Eira off of her. Gem gets to her feet, using the ropes for balance.

Jerry Andrews: I’m SHOCKED at the fact that Eira and Sadistic seem to be working together here right now.

Ace Anderson: I don’t think they’re working together as much as they have a common enemy. They want Gem out of this match so that it turns into a one-on-one match between the two of them.

Sadistic is up now. Gem throws a spin kick at him. He catches it. He then shoves Gem backwards, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards, through the ropes and outside of the ring. Sadistic looks down at her with anger and disgust, taking the time to hurl a few insults her way. He then turns around... and he’s hit right in the face with a high angle dropkick from Eira!

Jerry Andrews: YES!

The crowd explodes as Eira beats Sadistic down into the canvas with a wild flurry of uncontrollable strikes.

Jerry Andrews: So much for that alliance!

Eira pulls Sadistic up and she slingshots him into the corner. She remains on the mat and Sadistic falls down onto her knees. He doubles over in pain. Eira now stands up, pulls the champion to his feet and backs him up into the corner. She then starts to unload on him with a series of body blows. Sadistic crumbles into the corner. Eira takes a few steps back... and she’s kicked in the back of the head by a missile dropkick from Gem!

Ace Anderson: That’s the toughest part of a triple threat match! You need to never lose focus on either of your opponents!

Gem pulls Eira up now. She kicks her in the stomach, doubling her over. Gem then swings up and hits an axe kick to the back of Eira’s head, sending her crashing down into the mat. Gem now goes for a cover:
1...
2....

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Eira!

Gem stands up and she throws Eira into the corner hard. Sadistic suddenly charges at Gem, but Gem takes him out with a spin kick. She then turns her attention back to Eira and charges at her in the corner. Eira gets her knees up and hits Gem right in the face. Eira then quickly jumps to the second turnbuckle and drops down on Gem with a big leg drop. She then goes for a cover:
1....
2....

Ace Anderson: And now a kickout by Gem.

Eira stands up, and she’s face-to-face with Sadistic. The two stare at each other briefly.... and then they explode! Both competitors swing lefts and rights at one another, absolutely determined to punch holes through their enemy.

Jerry Andrews: Now THIS is what I thought I’d see from those two!

Gem slowly gets up. She witnesses the battle that is going on... and then joins in! All three competitors are throwing wild punches at one another, no one caring about protecting themselves. They each just want to destroy the other two!

Ace Anderson: This is such a personal match and all of that emotion is on display here now!

Finally, one competitor gets the advantage and that man is the champion, Sadistic. He flies forward, hitting both Gem and Eira with a double clothesline as the crowd boos. Sadistic turns his attention to Gem once again, grabbing her just as she is starting to stand up. He drops her with a Russian leg sweep. Eira gets back up and she runs at Sadistic, but he cuts her off, kicking her in the stomach and hitting her with a piledriver.

Sadistic goes for a cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Eira kicks out!

Sadistic pulls Eira up, but she shoves him backwards. She then basically cuts him in half with a huge spear! Eira now climbs to the top ropes. Both Sadistic and Gem are getting to their feet... Eira leaps off, hitting Gem with a hurricanrana that sends her flying right into Sadistic! Sadistic is staggered and Gem is down. Eira runs at Sadistic and hits him with another hurricanarana that sends him through the ropes and to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Woo hoo!

Eira stands up and Gem is right in her face. This staredown doesn’t last long as Gem drives the palm of her hand into Eira’s throat. With Eira stunned, Gem runs at her. Eira drops down and hits her with a drop toehold! Eira then gets up and quickly hits a big leg drop onto the back of Gem’s neck. Eira with a cover:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Annnnnd..... Gem barely gets her shoulder up before three!

Eira pulls Gem up and she Irish whips her into the corner. Eira charges. Gem dodges. Eira hits the corner hard. Gem rolls her up from behind!
1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: She got her!

Ace Anderson: No! It was a two-count!

Eira and Gem get back to their feet. Sadistic is in the ring behind them and he shoves them both from behind... right into referee Ed Lane!

Jerry Andrews: Oh no! The ref is down!

Ace Anderson: This isn’t good!

Sadistic smiles. He rolls out of the ring and returns with a steel chair. At ringside, Nacho Grande tries to stop him, but he quickly avoids him and dives into the ring with the chair. Gem stands up... and she’s taken out with a vicious chairshot to the head! Sadistic looks down at the now bloody Gem and smiles again. His hesitation allows Eira to get to her feet and drop him with a kick to the face! She then looks down at the chair. She looks down at Sadistic. She is the one who is smiling now as she wraps the chair around Sadistic’s left knee. She then climbs to the top rope. The crowd rises to its feet.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man....

Ace Anderson: Sadistic is about to get some painful, painful payback here!

Suddenly Grimm is down! He charges to the ring. Lantas and Nacho cut him off.... but Michael Wryght is here as well! He climbs out of the crowd, limps over to the ring and desperately shoves Eira off of the turnbuckle right before she can jump!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ace Anderson: Shouldn’t he be conserving energy for his upcoming match!?

Jerry Andrews: He looks hurt and worn out, but he still managed to save his Black Hand teammate.

Eira hits the canvas hard. Sadistic pulls the chair off of his leg and stands up. Eira gets up... and she’s wiped out with a chairshot from Sadistic. He throws the chair out of the ring as the referee starts to come to.

Sadistic with a cover. Ed Lane crawls over...... he starts to count:
1.....
2......

Jerry Andrews: And Eira kicks out!

Ace Anderson: How is that possible!?

Sadistic stands up.... and Gem drops him with a big spin kick to the face! He falls to the mat and rolls to the safety of the outside. Gem is dazed from blood loss, but she turns to face Eira who is also wearing a crimson mask and slowly getting up to one knee. Gem jumps at her.... and hits a shining wizard!

Jerry Andrews: The Shine!

Gem collapses to the mat, unable to make the cover. By the time she gets to her feet, Eira is pulling herself up as well. Gem grabs her....

Ace Anderson: WHAT DREAMS MAY COME!

Jerry Andrews: She hit it!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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

“Eira has been eliminated.”

The crowd has a mixed reaction as they are happy for Gem, but upset that Eira is out of this match. As Eira is rolled out of the ring, Gem slowly stands up. Across the ring stands Billy Sadistic.

Jerry Andrews: And now it’s one-on-one between these two for the PCW World Championship.

The two stare at each other from across the ring.

“YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!”

Gem and Sadistic circle one another. Gem makes the first move and she unleashes a spin kick. Sadistic dodges it. He swings a punch. She dodges that... and then finally hits him with the spin kick. She pulls him up, but he drives his elbow into her stomach. Sadistic then stands up... and clutches her with the Hangtown Death Grip!

Jerry Andrews: Hangtown Death Grip! Gem is fading!

Gem struggles to remain standing. She swings wildly at Sadistic, trying to break free. She then falls to one knee. He keeps hold. Gem finally finds the strength to get back to her feet and she kicks Sadistic in the stomach, weakening his grip. She kicks again. And again. And again.

Ace Anderson: And she’s free!

Jerry Andrews: Gem broke the hold!

Gem drops Sadistic with a roundhouse kick to the head. She then waits for him to get to one knee and....

Jerry Andrews: The Shine! The Shine!

Sadistic is out cold on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Wait... no... Grimm is back!

Ace Anderson: Grimm tries to get into the ring, but he’s stopped once more by Nacho Grande and Lantas! The crowd cheers as Grimm is blocked from entering the ring. Ed Lane leaves the ring to break up the chaos at ringside. Suddenly, someone else jumps the barricade and runs into the ring! He’s wearing Havoc orange trunk tights with a white cloudy texture to them and a black hooded sweatshirt. On the front of the shirt is a Stormm logo in Havoc burnt orange outlined in white. His hood is up.

Jerry Andrews: It’s Stormm! Stormm is here to provide reinforcements against the Black Hand!

Ace Anderson: We saw him out already once tonight, providing a distraction against Grimm!

Jerry Andrews: And I bet he's hoping to do more than distract Sadistic!

Ace Anderson: He’s sure running fast considering the match brutal submission match he was in tonight....

Jerry Andrews: He knows how important this match is!

Stormm runs into the ring just as Sadistic is getting to his feet. He has a wooden baseball bat in his hand. He drives it..... right into Gem’s midsection!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL!

The hooded Stormm slides out of the ring and leaps back over the guardrail, disappearing into the crowd! Meanwhile, Lantas and Nacho have successfully removed Grimm from ringside. Sadistic grabs the doubled over Gem and he hits her with a Sadistic DDT! He covers her. Ed Lane sees what’s happening and he slides back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: No! Not like this!

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

Ace Anderson: GEM KICKED OUT!!!

A fraction of a second before the referee counted to three, Gem got her shoulder up. Sadistic pulls her up. She breaks free, spins Sadistic around and sets him up for What Dreams May Come!

Jerry Andrews: This is it!

Sadistic counters, breaks free, and hits the Sadistic DDT once more!
He very quickly covers:
1.....
2.....
3!!!

Ace Anderson: Dammit!

“The winner of this match, and still PCW World Champion: SADISTIC!”

Billy Sadistic stands up. He stumbles and catches himself on the ropes as he’s handed his championship.

Jerry Andrews: I didn’t like it, but this man is still our world champion!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, thanks to Stormm apparently!

Winner: Sadistic via pinfall @ 42:31

Sadistic slides out of the ring and he raises the title in the air as the crowd boos. Lantas and Nacho rush into the ring to check on the fallen Gem.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, it's been a hell of a night and we're not done yet!

Ace Anderson: Coming up next, The Icemann Invitational Tournament concludes as Non Compos Mentis faces off against a man who won the North American Championship here tonight: "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght!

If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy
If the lights go out I'm forever in your memory
If I die tonight at least I left a legacy

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Ace Anderson: I think this next match might be my most anticipated match of the night!

Jerry Andrews: Okay.... I'm with you now, buddy!

Double Main Event Match Two
The Icemann Invitational Tournament Final
Non-title Singles Match
Winner Receives the TIIT Trophy, $100,000, and a Championship Match of Their Choosing at Return to Glory 6
Non Compos Mentis vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (North American ©)

Without warning, the lights in the Pure Class Arena go completely dark, which is followed by a screech from the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The PCW-Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd.

Ace Anderson: I've been waiting for this one all night, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: It has taken us weeks to get to this point, Ace, but tonight, between two former PCW World Champions, we crown this year's Icemann Invitational Tournament champion.

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”

… Combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness, the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead. 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”

Ace Anderson: I hear Non Compos Mentis is entering first because Showtime demanded that the Champion enter second.

”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”

Jerry Andrews: But the title isn't on the line. Clearly Showtime could have entered first if needed to be. Not that I think NCM really cares.

Ace Anderson: You know how Showtime is- if he sets his mind to something, he makes it happen. ...Just like the time he bought a minority share in Pure Class Wrestling.

Jerry Andrews: Can you imagine how different PCW would have been if Showtime never lost his stake in the Company?

Ace Anderson: I'm glad I don't have to.

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, NCM 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.

That's when "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. System and the arena darkens once again.

”Down in the waves
She screams again.
Roar at the door
My mind can't take much more”

A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illuminating none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe, with the PCW North American Championship firmly strapped to his waist. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed.

”I could never drowwwwnnnn iiinnnn”

The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection.

”They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain't blind
It's just a matter of time”

Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him and he spins and puts his arms out.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime seems to be entering this contest the same way he does every contest.

Ace Anderson: The same could have been said for Non Compos Mentis too. These two battle-strong warriors may look confident on the outside, but we know how much this tournament must mean to both these Superstars on the inside.

Mr. Showtime slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off a small pyrotechnics display behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena. Showtime then moves to the center of the ring, with Perfection standing a step behind her man, as PCW's ring announcer Sasha Greene makes the introductions.

Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and does NOT have a time limit. Introducing first, born in Victoria, Texas...he is Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Famer...former PCW World, North American, Tag Team, and Genesis Champion...weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds and standing six feet, two inches...he is the “Born Psycho”...NON COMPOS MENTIS!

Mentis raises his left arm in the air to acknowledge the PCW Faithful's cheers as Sasha continues on with the introductions.

Sasha Greene: Introducing next, his opponent...from Brick, New Jersey...being accompanied to the ring by his wife Perfection and representing The Black Hand...he is a multiple time Icey Award recipient and is also a former PCW World, International, and Tag Team Champion and the CURRENT PCW North American Champion...weighing in at two hundred and fifty-three pounds and standing sex feet, three inches...he is “Mr. Showtime”...MICHAEL WRYGHT!

Showtime unstraps his North American Championship and raises it high in the air and then extends it towards NCM as says, “This is mine, just like the trophy.” NCM is unmoved by the remarks.

Jerry Andrews: As you heard from the ring introductions, Showtime and Mentis stand about the same height and weigh around the same amount, but you can clearly tell these two have different body structures.

Ace Anderson: Mr. Showtime looks like a million bucks, and is probably worth more than that, while Mentis's physique has a lot to be desired for. But looks aren't everything, clearly, and I've been in the ring with both these men and I can tell you from personal experience that these are two of the most feared and respected men in all of Pure Class Wrestling.

Referee Eric Russo attempts to retrieve the North American Championship but Showtime refuses, stating it wasn't on the line, and instead handing it, as well as his robe, to Perfection.

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of physique's, you have to wonder about the physical state for either of these two men, having competed in two amazing match-ups earlier in the evening. Who do you think has the advantage?

Ace Anderson: That's a tough one, Jerry. I don't really know if EITHER of these two guys have an advantage. While Showtime competed earlier in the show, he wrestled a technical masterpiece against Stormm that waged for nearly 40 minutes.

Jerry Andrews: And then you had NCM go up against Tha Joka- who may in-fact be more psychotic than the 'Born Psycho' himself.

Ace Anderson: Right! That match between Joka and NCM was just brutal in its own right. So we have the brutality that Mentis had to go through against the stamina-draining showdown that Showtime had to go through to get here. It really is anyone's game.

Almost as if to one-up Showtime, the wily veteran referee Eric decides to eject Perfection from the ring area! The fans in the arena roar in approval but Showtime is livid.

Ace Anderson: I'm not usually a fan of ringside managers and the like, but Perfection did absolutely nothing to deserve being tossed out from ringside. Blatant abuse of power by Referee Russo.

Jerry Andrews: This is the Finals of of The Icemann Invitational. Eric wants to make sure this stays a clean fight before it can even get dirty.

After a few moments of protest, Showtime walks over to Perfection and gives her some instructions; Perfection scurries herself out of the ring and down the ring steps, and after a quick glance back towards Showtime, Mrs. Wryght begins the long, lonely walk up the entrance ramp.

”Na-na-na-na...
...Na-na-na-na...
...Heey hey hey....
...GooOOood Bye...”

The PCW Faithful let us know exactly how they feel about the perspective of Perfection's ejection. Showtime is still angry but has resigned himself to the situation at hand. Both Showtime and Non Compos Mentis begin circling each other in the ring and then Eric Russo calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: Here it is! The match to determine The 2015 Icemann Invitational Tournament winner.

As soon as the bell sounds, Showtime quickly ties up NCM in a side-headlock. NCM wastes little time and little energy pushing Showtime off of him. Showtime is quick to try and attack again, but NCM sidesteps Showtime and uses Showtime's own momentum to drive him into the ring post.

NCM follows Showtime into the corner and, when Showtime turns around, NCM climbs above him and begins hammering in with right hands. After about three or four blows, Showtime is able to get his hands underneath Mentis and then slams Mentis out of the corner with a Powerbomb.

Ace Anderson: NICE Powerbomb! Wow!

Wasting little time, and still in the Powerbomb position, Showtime hooks NCM in for a pin. As he's doing so, he outstretches his legs and uses them on the rope for leverage. Referee Russo gets a one-count in, but breaks the count due to seeing Showtime's feet on the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime tried to end this one quickly. Good thing for NCM that the referee caught Showtime using the ropes.

Ace Anderson: That Powerbomb was unexpected and impactful- this one could have been over just from that. Showtime may have cost himself early by feeling the need to cheat instead of just making the honest cover.

Showtime gets to his feet and begins arguing with the referee about ending the count.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime needs to be careful. A disqualification here will end this match and award NCM the victory.

Unfortunately for him, this gives NCM enough time to get back onto his feet. Mentis rushes at Showtime and the rush job results in both men tumbling through the top and middle ropes and onto the outside.

Jerry Andrews: What a spill to the arena floor!

Showtime is first to his feet, but Mentis is quick to follow. Leaning over the ropes, Referee Russo warns both men to return inside the ring, but Mentis in particular ignores the warning by jabbing at Showtime with stiff right and left jabs. After having Showtime reeling, NCM hooks into Showtime and drops him with a Russian Leg Sweep; Referee Russo once again warns both men to get into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Russo is holding back a lot of restraint by not counting these two individuals out.

Ace Anderson: I don't blame him. We want a winner; We don't want to see the tournament end due to a count-out.

NCM spots the Spanish announce team and it's beautiful-looking table. As if a spark goes off inside of the mind of the 'Born Psycho', NCM walks over to the table and then begins removing the contents off the top of said table.

Ace Anderson: Ut-oh. NCM has something brewing in that head of his.

After clearing off the contents, and ushering PCW Spanish announcers Jesus Del Rio and Ismael Santos from away from the table. However, as NCM turns back around, Showtime connects to Mentis with a spinning European uppercut. Mentis spills onto the table, with Showtime immediately following behind him.

Showtime stands on-top of the table and lifts NCM up to his feet. Hooking Mentis's head underneath his arm and then using Mentis's arm to drape it over his own head, Showtime reaches underneath and grabs NCM's leg.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime's setting up for the Fisherman Suplex.

Ace Anderson: On the table!

Before Showtime can get the move off, Referee Eric Russo is outside the ring and telling Showtime not to do it or that he'll disqualify him. Showtime screams at Russo but Russo insists that he would disqualify Showtime. The distraction of the referee causes Mentis to wiggle free and manuever enough to hit Showtime with the Back to Madness backdrop driver. The fans go WILD as the table breaks from the impact, and Eric Russo is perplexed as to what to do.

Jerry Andrews: Back to Madness! NCM just planted Showtime with the Back to Madness through the table!

Ace Anderson: What a move! And the referee isn't disqualifying NCM because it was Showtime who was trying to put NCM through that table moments earlier.

Jerry Andrews: But wasn't it NCM who cleared the table in the first place?

Ace Anderson: I don't think he was planning on using the table on Showtime. He was just trying to help PCW clean up. He is a garbage man, after all.

Non Compos Mentis slowly gets to his feet. He realizes what is going on and that this match could end in a count out if he's not careful. He pulls Wryght up and slides him into the ring, following him in. NCM now goes for a cover!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

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

Picking Showtime up, NCM whips Showtime into the turnbuckles back first. Showtime slumps in the corner and doesn't move as Non Compos Mentis runs across the ring and clotheslines Showtime in the corner. NCM turns around from Showtime who, with a sudden burst of energy steps up behind the big man and delivers a neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Where did THAT come from!?

Ace Anderson: Adrenaline, I'd guess. Or an intense desire to win this!

As NCM is on the ground, Showtime begins put the boots to NCM's head, then dropping down with an elbow drop. As he gets up, NCM sits up and stands. Showtime kicks at the stomach of NCM and then a big DDT! he goes for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis kicked out at two!

Sitting up again, Showtime shakes his head as he kicks down at NCM's chest, NCM catches the foot and trips Showtime to the ground, both men get up simultaneously. NCM on the offensive whipping Showtime to the corner again. Showtime impacts the corner he stumbles back out towards the middle of the ring. NCM runs forward and he hits a running DDT to Showtime. Showtime tries to roll out of the ring but is caught by NCM who pulls him back into the center of the ring. NCM sets him up, but Wryght breaks free and he hits his opponent with a chop. He then sets Non Compos Mentis up and drops him with a single arm DDT!

He goes for a cover:
1...
2.. NCM kicks out

Jerry Andrews: These two won't stop at anything!

Ace Anderson: There is just too much on the line!

Showtime pulls Non Compos Mentis up. Both men are having trouble standing at this point. Wryght hits his opponent with a spinning European uppercut. NCM is backed into the ropes. Showtime approaches him, and he's hit with a big elbow to the side of the head! NCM then spins around...

Ace Anderson: BLUNT TRAUMA!

Jerry Andrews: This has got to be it!!!

NCM covers:
1...
2...
Wryght kicks out.

Jerry Andrews: No!!!

Ace Anderson: What are these guys going to have to do to put their opponent away!?

NCM and Showtime lock horns a third time, this time Showtime locks NCM in a side headlock. NCM throws him out of it, sending Showtime into the ropes, NCM face plants himself onto the mat and Showtime runs over him, up comes NCM and a big clothesline by Showtime. Wryght is quick to jump on him and locks him in a reverse chin-lock.

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght going back to the technical skill that brought him this far!

Ace Anderson: He could turn the tide in his favor with these moves!

NCM slowly fights his way to his feet. Wryght lets go and kicks him in the stomach. Showtime quickly sets NCM up for The Sweetness!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it right here!

Ace Anderson: Wait a second!

Non Compos Mentis breaks free. He shoves Wryght backwards! Showtime comes running at NCM looking for the clothesline, NCM ducks it, turns around and catches Showtime with a big Yazuka kick!

Ace Anderson: This could be it right here!

Jerry Andrews: 1-2 and no kick out!

Both men slowly stagger to their feet now. NCM sends Showtime into the ropes. Showtime gives NCM a kick to the stomach and massive DDT to follow. The cover:
1...
2....
and NCM just gets a shoulder up!

Jerry Andrews: NCM just got the shoulder up there

Ace Anderson: This is exhausting just to watch!

Both men to their feet now, Showtime hits NCM with a couple of quick rights. Wryght then pops him with a european uppercut, sending the big man into the corner. Showtime charges, but NCM gets his feet up! He sets Wryght up in a double underhook position!

Ace Anderson: Fractured Mind coming up!

Jerry Andrews: No!

Michael Wryght breaks free! He grabs Non Compos Mentis and sets him up... NCM breaks free now...

Jerry Andrews: Fractured Mind!

Ace Anderson: He hit it!

NCM crawls over to make the cover:
1....
2....
3!!!

Jerry Andrews: He did it! NCM did it!

The crowd is on their feet as the bell rings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and the winner of the 2015 Icemann Invitational Tournament: NON COMPOS MENTIS!!!"

Jerry Andrews: He returned with one goal in mind and that was to win this tournament and he did it!

Ace Anderson: What a match! What a tournament! What a night!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall @ 28:38

Non Compos Mentis celebrates in the ring as confetti falls and the TIIT trophy is placed in the ring! The crowd celebrates along with NCM but up on the ramp, someone else is watching and he's not exactly excited. PCW Champion Sadistic is looking on as Non Compos Mentis puts his arms around the trophy in celebration.

Jerry Andrews: Will NCM cash in his opportunity against Sadistic for the PCW World Championship? We'll have to wait and see! Good night everyone from Living a Legacy!

*CLICK*

"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght def. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Non Compos Mentis def. Tha Joka
High Tide wins a nine-person ladder match
Grimm def. Loki
"Dollface" Kelli Starr def. Nathan Saniti
Sadistic def. Eira and Gem
Non Compos Mentis def. "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght

Very, very sorry for the delay. Thanks as always for everyone who participated. The next card will be up soon.