Trauma 173 Results

[Rick Majors]

Living a Legacy 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! ___________________ 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!

Tuesday June 9th, 2015

Inside the PCW Arena, the crowd is on their feet. The camera pans throughout the building, focusing on the mass of humanity that is the PCW Faithful. The shot then focuses on Jerry Andrew and Ace Anderson at the announce table.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma! We are coming off an outstanding event called Living a Legacy and... man.

Ace Anderson: Somehow we ended that show with even more questions! What is Alexa Black doing with the Underground Title? What on earth will happen next between Nathan Saniti and the new International Champion Kelli Starr? What was Stormm thinking when he helped Sadistic? And which champion will Non Compos Mentis choose to face at Return to Glory?

Jerry Andrews: We have a hot show tonight and we're starting things off with a HUGE announcement! I've just been given word that PCW officials are in the process of finalizing all of the details that will see the PCW Tag Team Championship return to this company!

Ace Anderson: That's outstanding news!

Jerry Andrews: Be sure to check PCWrestling.org for details this week for more news about the return of the titles. Now, in celebration of this huge announcement, every match on tonight's show will be a tag team match and, ladies and gentlemen, we have some great ones for you!

"Killing Strangers" by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!"

The opening bass and background percussion fill the arena before a sexy guitar solo cuts through the bass line. Marilyn's unmistakable voice leads our villains out from the back. Frank smirks while surveying the crowd as Bubba capers and jig's his way down the ramp.

"Introducing first, from Greenville, South Carolina, weighing in at a combined weight of 552 pounds...."

Frank cackles as he heads down the ramp, several paces behind his cohort and while Bubba rolls in under the bottom rope, Frank stops at ringside, briefly, before bounding onto the apron. Merritt enters through the ropes while Bubba stands in the center of the ring, his fist raised in the air while Frank chuckles to himself, looming behind Reece.

"... Frank Merritt and Bubba Reece: THE NOBODIES!!!"

"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO begins to play.

"And their opponents! First, from Mancave Junction, Nevada, weighing in at 325 pounds...."

Out walks the really muscular Buck Brochamp. He's not on steroids. He's buff and the fans just love him for it. He walks down to the ring as expensive loud fireworks shoot off all around the arena for the entrance of the Broski. His biceps are huge and he's real tan as he climbs in the ring ready to crush his opponent into nothing or dust.

"... BUCK BROCHAMP!"

"And, his tag team partner..."

"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm plays.

"... he is the PCW Underground King..."

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position.

"... from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 195 pounds..."

Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

"... HIGH TIDE!"

Jerry Andrews: You'll notice that, despite being announced as champion, High Tide is not carrying the Underground Title that he won at Living a Legacy!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, because that nut Alexa Black stole it and is holding it ransom!

Tag Team Match
The Nobodies (Frank Merritt & Bubba Reece) vs Buck Brochamp & High Tide (Underground ©)
Referee: Charles Lim

The match kicks off with Brochamp facing off against Bubba Reece. Brochamp steps forward and poses, smiling. Bubba steps forward and...

Jerry Andrews: Ohhh!

Ace Anderson: Bubba Reece almost took Brochamp's head off with that kick!

Buck Brochamp eats a big boor to the face and he collapses to the mat. Bubba smiles and goes for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: One! Two!

Ace Anderson: And High Tide makes the save!

Jerry Andrews: This one was almost over before it began!

Reece stands up and gets in Tide's face. The two exchange words. Frank Merritt rushes in and we have all four men inside the ring, three of them standing.

Ace Anderson: The referee really needs to gain control of this situation and fast!

Somehow, Referee Charles Lim manages to convince Tide and Merritt to leave the ring without further incident.

Reece pulls Brochamp up. He slams his forearm onto Buck's back, sending him back down to his knees. He then pulls h up again and tosses him into The Nobodies' corner.

Jerry Andrews: This is a bad place for Brochamp to be!

Reece stomps Brochamp down in the corner. He then tags in Merritt and the two go to work on the big bro. High Tide sprints into the ring to save his partner from the double team.

Ace Anderson: Seriously, Lim, get control of this match!

Jerry Andrews: All of these guys were in the big Underground ladder match at Living A Legacy! They certainly do NOT want to play by the rules!

Ace Anderson: But this isn't an Underground match!

Tide and Merritt are battling it out now while Reece continues to work on Brochamp in the corner. Merritt tosses Tide off of the ropes. Tide flies back with a flying forearm, taking Frank down!

Meanwhile, Reece sets Buck Brochamp up for a powerbomb near the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: No! He did this in the ladder match! No!

Bubba Reece picks Brochamp up and he powerbombs him over the ropes and down onto the floor on the outside!

Ace Anderson: Oh man!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Merritt and Tide continue to battle it out, despite continued warnings from the referee! Reece reluctantly takes his position on the ring apron, right above the tattered remains of Buck Brochamp.

Jerry Andrews: At least the ref got Reece out of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but High Tide isn't the legal man! Brochamp is!

Jerry Andrews: I don't think Brochamp knows where he is right now!

The referee finally interjects himself and he forcefully removes High Tide from the ring. He then turns and starts to count Brochamp out.

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

Bubba Reece leaves the apron, dropping down and rolling the massive Brochamp back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like The Nobodies don't want a count out anymore than we do!

Ace Anderson: Nobody likes count outs!

Jerry Andrews: No, they DON'T like them! They want to end this in the ring!

Ace Anderson: No, I mean that nobody enjoys count outs!

Jerry Andrews: I know what you mean and you're clearly wrong! If the Nobodies liked count outs, Reece wouldn't have rolled Brochamp back into the ring!

Ace Anderson: Not The Nobodies, NOBODY!

Jerry Andrews: You're not making any sense!

Ace Anderson: All I'm trying to say is that no one likes count outs!

Jerry Andrews: Oh yeah, you're definitely right there! But I don't get why you think The Nobodies like them.

Ace Anderson: ...

Meanwhile, Frank Merritt turns his attention to Brochamp. He stomps on him repeatedly, then pulls him up and hits him with a devastating heart punch! Merritt now goes for the cover!

1....
2....
High Tide comes off the ropes, crushing both men and breaking up the pin!

Jerry Andrews: Woah! What a move by High Tide to keep this match going!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but Brochamp clearly got the worst of that situation!

Suddenly, Bubba Reece runs into the ring. He tackles High Tide and the two of them fall through the ropes to the outside! Merritt is left alone with Brochamp!

Ace Anderson: BLUNT TRAUMA!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Merritt with a quick cover:
1...
2...
3!!!

Winners: The Nobodies via pinfall @ 8:58

The Nobodies aren't done! Reece returns to the ring and the two huge men begin to brutalize the already beaten down Buck Brochamp.

Jerry Andrews: These guys seem to have a big problem with Brochamp!

Ace Anderson: Can you really blame them?

Merritt sets Brochamp up when, suddenly, someone jumps into the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Is that a fan? Did he just come out of the crowd!?

Ace Anderson: Wait... that's.... that's....

Jerry Andrews: WASP!!!

Wasp dives into the ring to break up the Nobodies' attack! High Tide is back in as well! The two teams start brawling!

Jerry Andrews: Wasp and High Tide are back together! These two are former tag team champions!

Neither team is able to get the upper hand when suddenly..

Ace Anderson: That's Judge! What is he doing here!?

Jerry Andrews: We saw him interject himself into the Underground Ladder Match at Living a Legacy! Now what's he doing!?

Judge runs into the ring and he attacks Merritt and Reece! It's now three on two against the Nobodies! After a brief brawl, Merritt and Reece are thrown out of the ring. They briefly think about returning to the fight, but decide against it since the numbers are not in their favor. High Tide helps Brochamp to his feet and the four men stand tall in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What is Wasp doing back here!? What are these four doing!? Are they allies!?

Ace Anderson: What a way to kick off Trauma!

The cameras moves from the bustling core of the Pure Class Arena to the more restrained confines of the men’s lockerroom. Numerous familiar faces are seen preparing for their matches later that night but the camera focuses on the far corner. Non Compos Mentis is seen there, lacing up his boots with only a few finishing touches to make to his gear for the main event.

As he finishes up, a shadow looms over him from behind the camera. Pulling back, it shows the source of the darkness… the even darker presence of the PCW World Champion, Billy Sadistic. He stands tall over the still-seated NCM and remains quiet as the whole lockerroom seems to sense an ominous tone in the air. Within just a few moments, everyone shuffles out of shot and out of the door, leaving The Phenom and The Born Psycho to their kindly chat.

Looking up from his boots, Mentis doesn’t stare directly at the World Champion. Instead he looks round him to either side, raising a curious eyebrow at something before going back to his laces.

NCM: I don’t see your lapdogs, William. Unlike you to come looking for a fight without them.

Sadistic: I’m not here for a fight, Sean, I’m here to talk.

A low, rumbling snigger escapes from Mentis who still doesn’t make eye contact with Sadistic. Instead he moves to the second book, lacing it up and tightening the worn leather against his calves. For his part, The World Champion remains still.

NCM: I’ve got nothing to talk about with you.

Sadistic: Not even if I gave you a chance to achieve all your heart TRULY desires?

NCM: You’re going to surrender the World Title?

Now it’s Sadistic’s turn to let out a heart, blood curdling laugh of his own as Mentis remains focused entirely on his footwear.

Sadistic: Hahaha! No, but you could have a Grand Slam and you could give your pretty little friend a way out of The Black Hand. Hmm?

Now NCM’s attention is captured and his eyes glance upwards at Sadistic who only responds with a sly, knowing grin.

NCM: Starr?

Sadistic can’t restrain himself, he rubs his hands together with zeal and nods slowly. Leaning back, Mentis’ body language looks far more open to listening while his face still holds the same stubborn resentment.

Sadistic: Let’s just say, for argument sake, that you cash in that little title shot of yours on my World Title. You could take this title from me, but I’ll still have The Black Hand behind me, I’ll still have Kelli Starr in my grasp and I’ll still have a rematch.

NCM: But you won’t be the face of this company any longer.

Sadistic: But suppose you chose say… the International Title. Suppose you managed to beat little Kelli, what possible use could she be to me if she can’t defend the Black Hand against its most fervent opposition? I’m afraid I might have to let her go. And of course you’d have your precious Grand Slam, equalling the magnificent Michael Wryght’s achievement. Everybody wins, right?

For a moment it looks as though NCM might be considering the words of his sworn enemy… and then he leans forward once more to finish up the lacing on his other boot, resuming his body language of giving no care to the world of Sadistic.

NCM: I’m not going to play your games, William. You’re just trying to save your ass like you always do.

Sadistic: Just think about it, Sean. I can make it so that Kelli gets her ‘freedom’ and you get your name in the record books forever. Think about it.

With that, Sadistic gives a smirk of satisfaction as he turns to leave the room. As he does, NCM glances up from finishing up his boots and pulling up his knee pads, and written on his face is a look of deep, troubled thought.

The show returns with a shot of the backstage area, where Loki is seen walking out of the trainers' room. Of course, Shane Dodge is there to meet him.

Shane Dodge: Loki! Loki! One minute please!

Loki turns towards Shane and looks at him, ready for a question.

Shane Dodge: Thank you. Now, I see that you're leaving the trainers' room here tonight and we all saw what happened to you at the hands of Grimm both at Living A Legacy and on the previous episode of Trauma. You can't possibly be 100%, can you? How are you feeling? Have you been cleared to compete in the big six-person tag here tonight?

Loki is about to respond when the camera shakes and falls to the ground. Chaos, violence and Shane Dodge screaming are heard as the camera person struggles to get to his feet and film the action.

When he finally does, Grimm is seen standing above a bloody Loki. The Hangtown Horror is once again holding a shovel. He glares down at his beaten rival, drops the shovel and walks off.

Shane Dodge: WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!

Paramedics and trainers pour out from the trainers' room and various other locations. They quickly attend to the obviously injured Loki as we quickly cut back to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Woah... that was not pretty.

Ace Anderson: If Loki wasn't injured before, he certainly is now.

Jerry Andrews: This war between Loki and Grimm is reaching new levels of violence and hatred.

Ace Anderson: That's for sure.

As the shot cuts to the ring, LIGHT and Kristoff Michaelson already in the ring awaiting their opponents. Former North American Champion Justin “Stormm” Michaels is almost to the ring as “Immortal” by Eve to Adam continues to blare over the speakers. He receives a mixed reaction from the PCW Faithful given his recent alignment with the Black Hand.

Jerry Andrews: Following tonight's theme, we're gonna have another tag team showdown. Justin Michaels and Kelli Starr will represent the Black Hand when they face Kristoff Michaelson and former Underground King LIGHT!

Ace Anderson: I'm curious how these two teams will work together. There is no love lost between LIGHT and Michaelson, for sure. But I want to see how new allies Stormm and Dollface fair as partners.

“Doctor”

“Patient”

“Prescription” by Mindless Self Indulgence plays over the speakers as the rainbow strobe lights start up. Much like Stormm, she's welcoming with a mix of cheers and boos. The lovely Kelli Starr dances out from the back into a white spotlight with her newly acquired International Championship fastened firmly around her slim waist. As she makes her way down the aisle, she slaps the hands of a few of the younger fans – probably against the wishes of the Black Hand – en route to the squared circle.

Jerry Andrews: The fans used to love both Stormm and Dollface, but their recent involvement with the Black Hand has really hurt their reputations.

Ace Anderson: Well, I think there are some extenuating circumstances in both cases...but we'll just have to see how it plays out.

Tag Team Match
Kristoff Michaelson & LIGHT vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels & "Dollface" Kelli Starr (International ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale

LIGHT and Kelli Starr opt to start the match, and it should be noted that neither team attempts to go over any sort of gameplan. LIGHT flexes his leg a few times testing out his knee, but otherwise seems nimble on his feet. Dollface attempts to play to the crowd a bit as LIGHT watches on. The two begin to circle, but again, Starr stops and panders to the Faithful. LIGHT is growing impatient – but the wait is over as Starr turns on his like a viper and levels the luchador with a vicious clothesline! She doesn't hesitate to put some colorful boots to his chest and shoulders.

Ace Anderson: Uncharacteristic of Kelli in the early goings. She's not exactly known for having a mean streak.

Mean streak, indeed. Kelli is out of control in her pummeling of the former Underground King. Pulling LIGHT off the ground by the eye holes of his mask, she lays into him with some loud knife edge chops in the corner. A dozen of them! The luchador staggers out of the corner and that's when Miss Starr buckles his weak knee with a chop block! The crowd gasps as he falls unnaturally and immediately grabs for his damaged joint! Nigel Gale attempts to check on him, but Kelli shoves him out of the way, grabs LIGHT, and hurls him through the ropes to the outside – where he lands on his injured knee! He screams in pain as he rolls around on the outside clutching at his leg.

Jerry Andrews: I've never seen Kelli like this. Look, now she's glaring at Kristoff Michaelson in the corner.

Ace Anderson: Yes, and Kristoff is giving it right back. He'll get inside her head if she lets him. But this is totally out of sorts for the normally bubbly Dollface. She looks like she wants to rip them limb from limb.

Jerry Andrews: I think she's trying to prove a point.

Nigel Gale starts the ten-count. For his part, Justin Michaels just watches from the ring apron in awe. Gale reaches five when Kelli rolls out of the ring and retrieves the high flyer and dumps him back into the ring. LIGHT crawls desperately to his corner and barely manages to tag in Michaelson before Starr is able to pounce. LIGHT can't even stand on the outside and Kristoff is mugged as he steps through the ropes. A series of elbows to the back of the head have Michaelson staggered and Kelli executes an Irish whip.

Jerry Andrews: Ah! The Irish whip! That IS one of Kelli's ten most common wrestling moves!

Ace Anderson: Great drop in, Jerry. I can see that broadcasting school is really paying off.

Kristoff rebounds off the ropes and the International Champion catches him with a drop toe hold. In a flash, she hits the ropes and nails him in the side of the head with a dropkick. Dragging Michaelson to their corner, Starr tags in Stormm. A bit surprised that Kelli didn't just finish him off herself, Stormm slowly enters the ring. Looking to slow down the pace, the Force of Nature locks in a rear chinlock. LIGHT is still down on the apron holding his knee. Justin wrenches on the hold, and the team of Michaelson and LIGHT have been completely dominated up to this point.

Ace Anderson: This match as been all Black Hand. To be honest, I'm surprised.

Jerry Andrews: I'm not...

Having seen enough of Stormm's mat game, Kelli reaches over the ropes and tags him on the shoulder. Justin releases the hold and glares at Kelli with frustrated eyes, but she pays him no mind as she goes straight for Michaelson. Justin's aggravation turns to unbelievable laughter as he exits the ring. Kelli is relentless against her beaten foe. Hip Toss Powerslam! Shoulder Jawbreaker! Reverse STO! Michaelson doesn't even have a chance. Kelli tags Stormm back in, but not before requesting his aid in a spike piledriver!

Ace Anderson: Oh! That'll compress your vertebrae!

Kelli and Stormm start to get a rhythm going as they punish Kristoff with quick tags and devastating double team maneuvers. Double suplex. Double flapjack. Double powerbomb! Kristoff is nearly out on his feet when Dollface carelessly throws him into his own corner. Michaelson instinctively tags in LIGHT. The fans cheer as the masked man does his best to step through the ropes, but he can't put any weight on that knee. Kelli doesn't mock him. She doesn't even give him time to breath. She's all over him...specifically his knee! Starr heads to the top rope and comes crashing down on him with her Sugar High double axe handle smash!

Jerry Andrews: This is bad. LIGHT can't even stand anymore. Nigel needs to stop this match before permanent damage is done here.

With LIGHT down on the mat, Starr springboards off the middle rope and lands with both knees directly onto his chest! Drop the Bass! Rather than go for the cover, Kelli props LIGHT up against the ropes before glaring in Stormm's direction. In a flash, the spinning backfist Candygram has the luchador spread out face first on the canvas. Again, Kelli doesn't go for the cover. Instead, she grabs LIGHT by the ankle and lifts it high into the air before driving his bad knee hard into the mat. Moments later, she's locked him into some sort of reverse leg grapevine and LIGHT immediately starts slapping his hand against the canvas!

Jerry Andrews: That's a first from Kelli. What does she call that? The Licorice Lock? The Candy Twist?

Nigel Gale calls for the bell, but Kelli continues to twist the knee. The bell rings several times before Starr releases the hold. Medics rush down to the ring as “Prescription” starts up over the speakers again.

Ace Anderson: This doesn't look good, Jerry. He might have serious structural damage to the knee. And now look...they're attending to Kristoff Michaelson as well. He may have injured his neck on that spike piledriver.

Before Kelli exits the ring, she moves alongside Stormm. Without even looking at him, she speaks in his direction in a cold tone.

Kelli Starr: Was that good enough for you guys?

Stormm is completely confused by this question, but Dollface doesn't give him a chance to respond. Instead, she leaves the ring, grabs his championship belt, and heads to the back.

Winners: “Dollface” Kelli Starr & Justin “Stormm” Michaels via submission @ 8:32

Once again the cameras move away from the arena and the tones of Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson, instead replacing them with the aimless chatter and nonsense of the backstage catering area. The rumble of the fans can be heard even here but the striking footsteps of someone nearby echo over them. Panning to the left, the camera picks up the unmistakable and faultless grin of the new North American Champion, ‘Mr Showtime’ Michael Wryght.

PCW’s second Grand Slam champion (after Ace Anderson) makes no secret of his achievement as he walks through catering with the North American Title Belt sat in pride of place over his shoulder. He flaunts his gold all the way up to the food-laden tables where, nonchalantly, he leans against one and waits for something. What that is becomes apparent after a couple of seconds when the camera moves to the ring and finds Non Compos Mentis again.

NCM: Not another one of you jokers…

Showtime: I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about, Mentis, I’m just taking a walk.

NCM: Do you think I’m stupid? Sadistic already had his word in my ear, if you Black Hand brothers want to talk some more we can do it in the ring later.

Showtime: I don’t think you’re stupid… smelly though? And a little light on gold.

Wryght eyes the lump of gold on his shoulder, the gold that Mentis has held four times before, and is even so bold as to push it a little closer to NCM to rub the success in some more.

NCM: Shame you didn’t put that on the line when I beat you in the final of the Icemann Invitational...

The shot clearly stings Showtime who stops leaning and stands bolt upright in disgust. As if to comfort himself he takes the gold off his shoulder and holds it tight in his hands.

Showtime: You might have a piece of paper, but I have a place in the annals of PCW history as its first REAL Grand Slam Champion thanks to this. Not like that imposter Ace Anderson, that sap needed to be handed a title to ‘earn’ that title. You know, as sad as it is to admit… you’re probably one of the only people that can win that prize too, even if you deserve it about as much as Anderson does.

NCM turns his attention away from the food and focuses straight on Showtime. With the insults and taunting flowing it could easily turn violent at any moment.

NCM: You don’t deserve that title and you don’t deserve to be a Grand Slam champion.

Showtime: Then why don’t you do something about that, huh?

Nose to nose, the two PCW legends stare each other down until Showtime’s eye catches something, or someone, behind NCM. Billy Sadistic stands stoic in the background of shot, giving a small nod to his comrade.

Showtime: See you later, Mentis. Just think about it, the second REAL Grand Slam champion in PCW history…

Showtime slings the North American Title over his shoulder once again before sidestepping his rival for tonight’s main event and walking off to join his stable-mate and the World Champion, leaving NCM to stew on his own.

The man known only as "Judge" gets caught in the frame of a cameraman near the buffet table as he pours himself a cup of black, double brewed coffee. The look on his face makes him seem as inviting and approachable as a badger with a toothache. Nevertheless, a certain blue-faced, pajama clad, wild-haired madman bounces up to him to make conversation. Just as Judge is about to take his first sip of the doubled-down nectar, Lunatic claps him on the back. Hard. A few dribbles of the drink end up decorating Judge's boots, but otherwise he remains dry. Pissed, but dry.

Judge: What the hell?

He glares daggers into Lunatic, who seems unfazed and clueless.

Lunatic: How goes it, Grumpy pants? OOH! Are those grilled cheeses?

Before Lunatic can lay a finger on the sammiches, a cane smacks his knuckles. Looney yanks his extremity back, stuffing his entire hand in his mouth to the first knuckles of his fingers.

Lunatic: OWWIE! That hurtipated.

Judge chuckles sinisterly as he notices the presence of Nathan Saniti brandishing his cane.

Nathan: Unhand those delectable delights, you cur!

Nathan gathers up the grilled cheeses, selfishly stuffing them in any pocket he can find on his person. After clearing the platter of it's contents, he politely tips his hat to Judge and leaves. Lunatic pulls his hand out of his mouth with an audible pop, watching with chagrin as the odd looking man vanishes down the hallway.

Lunatic: RUDE! Oh well.

Looney begins stuffing his gullet with canapes, cucumber sandwiches, and any other hors d'ovre within arm's reach. Chewing loudly with an open mouthful of food, he tries to continue his conversation with an unimpressed Judge.

Lunatic: So Slappy... I understand you're sorta new here, too...

With the enunciation of each "s," Judge gets showered with spittle and bits of food. He doesn't seem pleased by the unwanted shower of culinary debris. Lunatic continues on, still oblivious, still stuffing his face full as room frees up.

Lunatic: ...ssso whaddaya think of thissss place sssso far?

The pronounced "s's" add more food confetti to Judge's face. Understandably, his temper begins to boil over. Just as Looney piles another snack food into his already chipmunked cheeks, Judge spins the newcomer around, putting him in a full nelson, and driving him face-first into the buffet table. Judge huffs his disapproval as he storms off. Lunatic flops over onto his back, getting a food avalanche right in the puss. A few seconds lapse as a stage hand comes over to help him up. Looney shakes off the cobwebs with a huge smile on his still overstuffed face.

Lunatic: I like him. He sssseemsss sssso cheerful.

We then cut back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: What is going on around here!?

In the ring we find the maniacal Joka already lurking inside the ropes awaiting his partner. However, instead of Alexa Black emerging through the curtains, we're greeted by PCW President Frank Foley. Some of the fans boo. Some of the fans cheer. Some are indifferent. He's holding a clipboard with some sort of documentation on it.

Jerry Andrews: You know what's going on here? Alexa needs to return the Underground Championship and sign that waiver that Foley is holding before she'll be allowed to compete here tonight.

Frank Foley: Alexa, I know you're back there getting ready for your match, but if before you even THINK about stepping foot in a PCW ring, you need to fulfill your half of the deal. You'll return the PCW Underground Championship to me and you'll sign this unsanctioned waiver. Or you won't wrestle. It's that simple.

“Black Widow” by In This Moment hits and the reaction from the PCW Faithful is harsh and immediate. Alexa walks out with the title slung over her shoulder, her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is her
manager Orin Boyd and on her right her huge bodyguard Lashawnda Tyson.

Jerry Andrews: There are her two new companions. Her sinister manager Orin Boyd and her new bodyguard Lashawnda Tyson.

Ace Anderson: Look at the size of her! She is HUGE! To put it in perspective Alexa is 6"0 and 200 lbs and this lady is bigger than her! She has to be at least 6"2 and over 250 lbs!

Jerry Andrews: She is a mean looking lady and being Alexa's bodyguard I'm sure she is VERY dangerous!


She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman. She smiles at the PCW Underground Championship that she stole at Living A Legacy.

Ace Anderson: Look at that thief! That title isn't hers it belongs to High Tide he's the rightful champion. But here she is parading it around like it's hers it's disgusting.

Jerry Andrews: She is a nasty piece of work this woman.

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

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

She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care. The booing continues as she heads across the stage to where Foley is standing. Her music fades out as Joka watches eagerly from inside the ring. Grabbing the microphone out of Frank's hand, she drops it to the ground with a loud -

THUD!

Then, snatching the contract out of Foley's hand, she signs it without as much as uttering a word. She drops the clipboard at his feet before hefting the championship off her shoulder and shoving it rudely into into his chest. And with that, her music resumes and she heads down the aisle with her entourage in tow. Clearly unhappy with his treatment, Foley picks up the contract and heads to the back shaking his head all the while.

Ace Anderson: Well...that was short and sweet. Just like that, Alexa has weaseled her way back into a PCW ring.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, well we'll see how long that waiver holds up.

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

Jerry Andrews: Tried and true, the PCW Faithful love them some Crazy Boy!

The opening guitar riffs of "Defector," by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway.

"Free!"

Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face.

"Yeah I'm free. From your inciting."

The Mystical Madman begins sauntering down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation.

"You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem."

He ascends the stairs, wiping his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. As he doffs his top hat with a flourish, an explosion sets off in a circle from each turnbuckle three times. Once the pyro dies down, He places his hat atop the ring post on his corner and removes his patchwork trench coat.

Tag Team Match
Nathan Saniti & Tyrone "Crazy Boy Smith" vs Tha Joka & Alexa Black
Referee: Manny Cruz

This tag team match is scheduled for one fall and is filled to the brim with crazy. Joka and Crazy Boy start this one as Nathan looks on with oddly focused eyes – like a coach watching his gameplan unfold. Crazy Boy uses his speed against his larger foe and keeps him off balance with hip tosses and arm drags. Joka seems uncharacteristically slow tonight, as if he's preoccupied, and Crazy Boy takes full advantage by unleashing the high risk portion of his repertoire early in the match.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is thoroughly taking it to Tha Joka in the early goings. Joka looks like his mind is elsewhere.

Crazy Boy hits a spinning heel kick before heading up top and connecting with a frog splash. Tyrone makes the cover, but Joka kicks out at two. Smith quickly tags in Saniti and the chemistry between the two is already evident. Saniti picks up right where his partner left off with a double underhook suplex followed by a pin attempt. Joka is out at two again. Nathan lifts Joka into the air for a sit-out power bomb and holds him for the pin. Joka barely gets the shoulder up and is able to roll to his corner and tag in Alexa! The fans begin booing.

Ace Anderson: These fans can't stand this nut job. She's as happy as a clam. Just eager to get in there and hurt somebody.

The former power lifter is quick to enter the ring and runs right into a drop toe hold from the magician. A trio of snap suplexes are in order for the Black Widow, followed by a cover. Alexa powers out at one, pressing Saniti halfway across the ring in the process in an impressive show of strength. Both competitors are back up, both charge, and Alexa nearly turns Nathan inside out with a Facebreaker pump kick!

Jerry Andrews: Oh! She might have broken his nose! That came out of nowhere!

Nathan is knocked for a loop, and he doesn't even know where he is. A replay of the vicious kick is shown on screen. Alexa yards Saniti off the mat and plants him with a swinging side slam! Black with the cover, but Saniti is out at two. Saniti is pulled to his feet again, and this time Alexa goes for a gutwrench sit-out power bomb...but Nathan counters into a hurricanrana. Somersaulting across the ring, the gentleman tags in the Crazy One.

Ace Anderson: Excellent counter by Saniti, and now here comes Crazy Boy!

Crazy Boy charges, but runs right into a bear hug! The powerful Alexa uses her strength in a bid to crack Smith's ribs, but he'll have none of it. He boxes her ears once. Twice! Three times!!! The hold is released and Tyrone grabs a One Armed DDT driving Alexa's face and shoulder into the canvas! Crazy Boy waits for Alexa to get to her knees before nearly decapitating her with a scissor kick! Tyrone can sense the end and he heads to the top rope. He waits. Alexa stands. Crazy Boy takes flight! The Crazy Drop missile dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: Nobody home!!! Alexa stepped out of the way and drove Crazy Boy into the mat!

Smith clutches his abdomen as Alexa rolls towards her own corner. Joka extends for the tag but Alexa is clearly fatigued. Crazy Boy begins to stir as Alexa nears her partner. Slowly, she reaches up for the tag...and she finds Joka! The fans boo as Joka climbs into the ring and goes after Crazy Boy. It's too late! Smith dives and makes the hot tag to Saniti! Saniti springboards over the top rope and catches Joka with a spinning kick. Alexa is back in and both Joka and Black alternate taking clotheslines from the magician!

Jerry Andrews: Saniti is a house of fire and he's cleaning house!

Ace Anderson: Has it occurred to you that this match has been pretty basic?

Jerry Andrews: What do you mean?

Ace Anderson: Well, for all of the craziness and all of the volatile personalities involved, it's been a pretty standard affair. It doesn't make sense.

Alexa is backed against the ropes when Nathan charges and knocks her over the top to the outside with a clothesline. Saniti turns around right into a kick to the mid-section from Joka...except Nathan catches his foot. Spinning him around, Nathan grabs him in the Shaken Baby Syndrome! He shakes the hell out of Joka's head until he's disoriented. As Joka staggers in a circle, Saniti takes advantage and connects with the Unreality Check on his unstable foe! Nathan makes the cover and hooks the leg as Manny Cruz makes the three-count for the win!

Jerry Andrews: He got him! A big win for Crazy Boy and the former International Champion!

Winners: Nathan Saniti & Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith via Pinfall @ 11:58

Suddenly, Alexa Black is in the ring! She attacks Saniti from behind and slings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Black goes for a drop kick, managing to glance Nathan with a boot to the forehead, sending him reeling to his corner. Crazy Boy tries to rush in to assist, but is met with an inadvertent elbow to the temple, knocking him off of the ring apron. Saniti wilts in the corner from exhaustion. Crazy Boy's temper is on fire! Tyrone jumps deftly onto the ring apron and climbs inside.

CB grabs Alexa, driving an elbow to the back of her head. The sheer force of the blow sends her across the ring. Smith gets an odd look on his face as he turns to the still downed Saniti in the ring. Without warning, Crazy Boy lays into Nathan with a series of stomps to the chest.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on here!?!?!

Crazy Boy drags Saniti to the center of the ring, sending his teammate into the ropes. SCISSOR KICK! Smith just about took off Saniti's head! A malicious sneer crosses Smith's face as he tilts his head curiously at his tag partner.

Ace Anderson: What on earth is Crazy Boy doing!?

Suddenly, he motions for Alexa and Joka to join him. The three begin to pummel the pyroclastic pugilist into a puddle. Boots from Alexa, an elbow drop from Joka, finally, Crazy Boy applies the Crazy Airlines, sending Nathan crashing to the mat with an earth-shattering thud as the exclamation point.

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti has just been laid out! What brought this on!?

*STOMP**CLAP**STOMP*CLAP*

"God's Gonna Cut You Down," by Johnny Cash places a pause on the beating Saniti is getting as the Alexa, Joka and Crazy Boy all watch the collective known as the Black Hand emerge from the back, heading their way. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, the three yield the ring to the feared conglomeration. Sadistic, Grimm, Showtime, Kelli and Stormm, dressed in a black Havoc, Inc., hoodie pulled over his face, enter the ring to an unmoving Saniti. Sadistic calls for a microphone.

Sadistic: For far too long, you have been a thorn in our side, Saniti. Taking your belt was just the tip of the iceberg. Tonight, we put the final nail in your coffin!

Jerry Andrews: He's already been beaten down by his own teammate and those nut jobs Alexa and Joka! Come on!

As if his beat-down from seconds before wasn't enough, each member takes turns adding injury to injury to insult to injury. All the while, the three from before look on, almost approvingly from the middle of the ramp. They cheer the beating on until...

"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment shatters the stunned audience. The word (un)Stable flashes across the big screen. Alexa, Joka and Crazy Boy spin to face the entrance to see who the hell is joining this party now.
The sound of a muted air raid siren blares along with a heavy drum solo. As the guitar begins joining in, the three quickly turn and charge the ring! Crazy Boy delivers a thunderous forearm to Stormm, sending him skidding out of the ring. Joka boots Showtime over the top rope. Alexa drives Kelli down to the mat with a hard spinebuster slam, and shoves her outside as well. That leaves only the Hangtown Horrors themselves.

The three crazy people circle their prey, but the Brothers don't back down as they stand nearly back-to-back with Saniti laying down looking up at the lights between them. With the quickness of a rabbit, Saniti leaps to his feet, grabbing both men from behind and delivering a double reverse DDT! Saniti was playing possum!

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!?

The Brothers Grimm scramble to a vertical base, confusion enshrined in their eyes. Grimm grimmaces grimmly, charging at Crazy Boy, but a drop toe hold by Alexa stops him in his tracks. Joka leaps into the air, landing a leg across the back of the Hangtown Horror's neck. The ginger-bearded maniac rolls out of the ring to gain some breathing room, leaving only Sadistic in the ring.

Sadistic gets a look of panic on his face, surrounded by those who mean to do him harm. He tries going west, but is cut off by Joka. Eastward, Alexa awaits. The southern route is blocked by the Crazy One himself. Slowly, Sadistic turns north, coming eye-to-eye with the man whom he has taken great pleasure in attempting to break emotionally and physically: Nathan Saniti. Sadistic slowly raises his hands to stave off his impending doom, but Saniti gets a smile on his face that could send chills down Charles Manson's spine.

The other three spin to face the outside of the ring to prevent the rest of the Black Hand from entering as Saniti delivers a nasty kick to Sadistic's groin! Doubled over in agony, Sadistic gets pulled to his feet by Saniti. Saniti sets up the World champion and connects with the Unreality Check!

Crazy Boy helps Saniti back to his feet, handing him the microphone as Sadistic rolls himself out of the ring. The Black Hand gathers at the foot of the entrance ramp, glaring at the four people in the ring as Saniti speaks.

Nathan Saniti: I warned you that a war was coming, did I not? I said that straps of leather and gold are not harbingers of power. Now witness! Take note as I tear the power you so arrogantly believe you have in your possession from your hands. TRUE power lies in the ability to sway the masses to your favor. the Black Hand has run roughshod through PCW for over a year. Yet, you have truly achieved nothing. Do these people follow you?

The audience replies with a resounding "NO!"

Nathan Saniti: Do you honestly believe that anyone outside of your back-water burgh have listened to a single word you've preached?

Again, the audience answers the question to the negative. Nathan steps away from the ropes and sets himself calmly in the center of the ring, surrounded by his cohorts.

Nathan Saniti: We are the (un)Stable, and we are here to put the likes of you on notice. Being the gentleman that I am, I will allow you lot to cleanse your plate of your current undergoings. Once you have, we shall hunt each of you down, either one-by-one or as a whole. We are the true balance of PCW, the just and the crooked alike, joining forces to rid this federation of your pestilence. If you thought me a mere thorn before, then you are not seeing me for the mote that I am.

The crowd cheers whole-heartedly at the notion.

Nathan Saniti: As for you, Miss Starr... It has become plainly apparent that you have made your choices.

The peanut gallery jeers at the Candy Girl. Nathan sighs deeply before continuing.

Nathan Saniti: You shall be faced with another choice. Either at the forthcoming Iceys or at Return to Glory, I shall invoke my rematch clause. You won the battle at Living a Legacy, my dear, but can you win the war?

The Faithful are eating this up! Kelli scream her displeasure at Nathan.

Nathan Saniti: Prepare yourselves, Black Hand. You've sown nothing but chaos and disorder for a year. The time has come to reap what you've sown. You've tipped the scales in your favor for too long. Now they have become (un)Stable.

Trauma returns from another commercial – gotta pay those bills – to find some sort of disturbance in the backstage area. Crates have been busted open, chairs strewn about, and tables overturned. A nearby door has been violently kicked up and nearly broken in half and from the sound of things, the ruckus is still taking place.

Sadistic: Son of a BITCH!!!

The camera crew finds a locker room door ajar and gently pushes it open to find PCW World Champion Billy Sadistic in complete hysterics. The dressing room looks like it's survived a tornado, if survive is even the correct word to use in this situation. Billy's hair is a complete mess and his face is crimson with rage. A wild boot finds its way through a metal locker before Showtime finally puts a calming hand on Sadistic's shoulder. Sadistic faces him in a frenzy.

Showtime: Billy, calm down. Destroying this locker room won't help anything. Now destroying Nathan Saniti and his buddies...

Grimm watches patiently from a plastic chair. It's nothing he hasn't seen from his brother before. Stormm, his black Havoc hoodie pulled up over his head, stands with his arms crossed and his back to the camera. It's at this fine moment that a now bubbly Kelli Starr skips into the room. She carelessly kicks a few pieces of strewn luggage out of her way while dancing a twirl here and there. The room has gone absolutely silent as all eyes are on the International Champion. Slowly, she steps in front of Sadistic. Directly in front of him. Her thumbs rest on the championship belt fastened around her waist as she shifts her hips from left to right while looking the Phenom directly in the eye.

Kelli Starr: Aw...is something wrong?

The question is innocent enough, but Kelli seems to know exactly what she's doing as she turns and quietly skips back out of the room. Sadistic's face colors again as he follows Dollface and slams the door shut behind her.

The cameras cut away, but we're still not back at ringside. Instead, we're in a different area backstage, where we see a very focused looking High Tide waiting outside one of the washrooms of the PCW Arena. High Tide isn't waiting for someone to finish inside though, no. The washrooms are a favourite meeting spot of his, and soon another figure comes into focus.

High Tide: “Judge my man, say nothing and listen to my words, we don't have a lot of time. Remember what we discussed?”

Tide speaks quietly, the cameraman's microphone barely picking it up.

Judge nods and looks as though he is about to speak, but Tide raises his eyebrows and Judge falls silent.

High Tide: “The timeline has changed. I'm counting on you to do your part, and remember, I don't take kindly to those who take my trust and misuse it.”

Without another word, Tide turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the camera focused on a slightly flabbergasted, mostly smiling Judge.

Ace Anderson: Things are getting very interesting around here....

Jerry Andrews: And confusing! I'm confused!

"Little Tyrants" by Anberlin begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we do know one thing, folks. This match will no longer be a six-person tag. As you saw earlier tonight, Grimm brutally attacked the already injured Loki and, thanks to that attack, Loki won't be participating in this contest.

Ace Anderson: That's really a huge shame.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following three-on-two handicap tag team match is scheduled for one fall!"

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

"Introducing first, she is GEM!"

Aggressive, edge vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive guiar support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she ascends the steps and wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Gem came SO CLOSE to winning the PCW World Title at Living a Legacy!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, and if Stormm didn't interfere she may have walked out of that event with the gold!

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

“N… C… M”

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

"And her tag team partner, he is the winner of the 2015 Icemann Invitational Tournament: NON COMPOS MENTIS!"

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

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

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

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

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

Jerry Andrews: This man won The Icemann Invitational Tournament and the right to challenge any champion. Now who will he choose?

*STOMP**CLAP**STOMP*CLAP*

"God's Gonna Cut You Down," by Johnny Cash begins to play and the Black Hand emerges. The ominous beat starts quietly. Alternating stomps and claps reminiscent of a church sermon. All three competitors make their way down to the ring, seemingly unaware of the crowd's reaction. Phinehas climbs the to the second turnbuckle, his arms at his side as his expressionless gaze surveys the crowd. Sadistic does the same on the opposite corner. Showtime stands in the center, looking out at the crowd.

"And their opponents: Grimm, the PCW North American Champion "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght and the PCW World Champion Sadistic.... they are THE BLACK HAND!"

Three-on-Two Handicap Match
The Black Hand (Sadistic ©; Grimm; Showtime ©) vs Non Compos Mentis & Gem
Referee: Ed Lane

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand had a bit of trouble here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but right now they look as strong and unified as ever. I would not want to be facing them in a handicap match situation!

Jerry Andrews: At least it looks like Dollface and Sadistic got everything done pretty quickly.

Ace Anderson: ...

After a bit of posturing from both sides, Grimm and Non Compos Mentis face off in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: NCM and Grimm are going to start things off.

Ace Anderson: Oh man! This is amazing! I can't wait to watch these two beasts go at it!

NCM and Grimm lock up and instantly, NCM shoves Grimm backwards. Grimm immediately charges back to Non Compos Mentis, dropping him with a shoulder block. NCM is staggered but he returns fire with a right hand. Grimm absorbs it and throws his own back. NCM returns fire.

Ace Anderson: This is awesome already!

Jerry Andrews: These two guys are trying to kill each other!

NCM and Grimm move to lock up again when Grimm hits a huge lariat, taking his opponent to the mat. Grimm is instantly on his feet and plants a kick into the ribs of NCM who is already on his hands and knees. Grimm plants a second and then third boot into NCM’s ribs before he is finally on his side and back. He then drops an elbow across NCM’s chest.

Ace Anderson: Grimm is in charge here in the opening moments of this match.

Grimm brings NCM to his feet and then sending him crashing into the Black Hand corner. Sadistic holds his hands up, showing his palms, to show the ref he’s not up to anything. Grimm lands a right hook to the left side of NCM’s stomach before tagging in the World Champion.

Sadistic enters the ring while Grimm holds NCM in the corner. Sadistic lands a knee into the gut of NCM before driving his skull into the mat with a piledriver. Sadistic covers NCM but is sent flying over the ref by NCM’s kickout just after the two count.

Jerry Andrews: And NCM kicks out with authority!

NCM rolls onto his side and starts clambering to his feet but doesn’t make it after taking a dropkick to the back of his head, while still on his knees, from Sadistic. Sadistic turns and glares at Gem for a second before turning back to his opponent. When Sadistic turns around, NCM is nearly on his feet. Sadistic bellows as he rushes in for a clothesline and is instead snatched up by NCM before being planted into the mat with a massive spinebuster.

Jerry Andrews: Boom! Now NCM is heading for the tag!

NCM staggers towards Gem, who has her hand outstretched, and just as it looks like he is going to make it, Sadistic cuts NCM’s legs out from under him with a chopblock, preventing the tag. Sadistic pulls NCM up to his feet before sending him back into the Black Hand corner and follows him in with a tremendous clothesline. Sadistic sets NCM up for a suplex before tagging in Grimm, who enters the ring and sets NCM up for a suplex as well. NCM is double suplexed by the Dillinger Brothers before Grimm floats over with a cover.

Ace Anderson: One!

Jerry Andrews: Two!

Ace Anderson: Gem makes the save!

The ref immediately orders Gem out of the ring, allowing another double team by the Black Hand. Michael Wryght is in the ring now and he lands a spinning heel kick while Sadistic takes NCM’s legs out!

Jerry Andrews: Come on! You already have the numbers advantage! How much more do you need!?

Ace Anderson: This is exactly the kind of advantage you get when you have numbers! And the ref didn’t see it!

When the ref does turn around, he sees Grimm tag in Wryght. Showtime tosses NCM back into the corner and he works away on him with a series of stomps.

Jerry Andrews: These two put on a hell of a match in the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament!

Michael Wryght pulls Non Compos Mentis back up to his feet. Suddenly, NCM explodes with a series of punches! Showtime is staggered! NCM drops him with a big elbow to the head! He then dives over to his corner and makes the tag!

Ace Anderson: Gem is in the ring!

Gem flies into the ring and she drops Showtime with a spin kick just as he stands up! Sadistic enters the ring to make the save but is backdropped out of the ring for his efforts! Grimm enters now, but NCM returns to take him out!

Jerry Andrews: All hell is breaking lose here!

Gem climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Showtime. As he gets to his feet, she leaps off of the ropes hitting him with a big missile dropkick! She goes for a cover, but only gets too!

Gem tags in NCM before pulling Michael Wryght to his feet and the two double team him for a moment, before the referee order Gem out of the ring. Gem exits while NCM pulls Michael Wryght to his feet. NCM scoop slams Michael Wryght to the mat before retagging in Gem. She enters the ring and promptly lands a big leg drop across Michael Wryght’s chest. Gem drags Michael Wryght to his feet before sending him to the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Gem and NCM working well as a team here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Michael Wryght ducks a big spinning heel kick!

Showtime comes back off the ropes and he clotheslines Gem down to the mat. He then picks her up, sets her up and drops her with a suplex. He pulls Gem to her feet once again, but she fights free and knees him in the stomach. She then drives her knee right into his face as he doubles over, knocking him down to the mat. She then makes the tag to NCM who enters the ring before landing a hard right to the stomach of Michael Wryght. NCM sends Showtime across the ring into the corner. Showtime hits the corner and falls face-first to the mat.

NCM drags Michael Wryght to his feet. Showtime suddenly hits him with a big chinbreaker!

Jerry Andrews: Great counter!

Showtime dives into his corner and Grimm makes the tag. NCM is back up. He peppers Grimm with right and left hooks, a left jab or two, and finally a hard right hook to the stomach, doubling him over. Michael Wryght has boosted himself onto the second rope and when Grimm doubles over, Showtime leaps and takes NCM down with a clothesline. Sadistic now enters as well, stomping away on Non Compos Mentis!

Jerry Andrews: Come on! Stop this!

Ace Anderson: Gem is in the ring now! All five competitors are battling it out!

NCM is back on his feet. He catches Grimm by surprise and powerslams him into the mat before climbing back to his feet. NCM pulls Grimm up, but Grimm slugs him with a big fist. He then slowly makes his way over to his corner where he tags in Sadistic! NCM gets to his corner and he makes a tag as well!

Jerry Andrews: Gem versus Sadistic!

The two square off, but Sadistic hits Gem with a thumb to the eye followed by a big clothesline. He then makes it to his corner and tags in Michael Wryght who wastes no time putting a boot to the back of Gem. Showtime pulls Gem up and grabs around the waist and spins before delivering a mighty belly-to-belly suplex. Gem is already starting to get back to her feet when she is attacked from behind by Sadistic!

Jerry Andrews: This is too much!

Gem is staggered thanks to the sneak attack by the illegal Sadistic. Showtime wastes no time...

Jerry Andrews: The Sweetness!

Michael Wryght makes the cover!

Jerry Andrews: One!

Ace Anderson: NCM’s in!

Jerry Andrews: Two!

Ace Anderson: Sadistic cuts NCM off!

Jerry Andrews: THREE!!!!

Winners: The Black Hand via pinfall @ 11:52

The bell rings, but that doesn't solve anything! Sadistic and NCM battle it out, but suddenly Grimm attacks! The Dillingers double team Non Compos Mentis, beating him down to the mat. Showtime pulls Gem up. She explodes on him, unloading with a series of kicks. Suddenly, Kelli Starr is seen skipping down to the ring! She's followed by the hooded figure of Stormm!

Jerry Andrews: As if three-on-two wasn't enough....

Stormm attacks Gem from behind. Showtime then drops her with a big clothesline. Kelli Starr is on her now as well. The three attackers throw Gem out of the ring where she hits the mat with a thud. Stormm and Showtime follow her to the outside where they continue their assault.

Ace Anderson: This is brutal.

EIRA! EIRA! EIRA!!!

The crowd's cheers are not answered as Starr, Grimm and Sadistic beat NCM down to the mat. Grimm holds him down as Sadistic grabs a microphone.

Sadistic: Grimm, let him up. Let him up.

Grimm forcibly drags NCM to his feet and he tosses him into the corner.

Sadistic: It's decision time.

NCM glares at the World Champion.

Sadistic: Dollface, if you will.

Kelli Starr hands Sadistic a piece of paper on a clipboard.

Sadistic: You see, what we have right here is your tournament title shot contract. Don't ask us how we got it. We have our ways. Now, you technically have until Return to Glory to make your decision, but we're not about to wait that long. We want your answer right now.

Sadistic tosses the contract down on the mat in front of NCM. NCM steps forward towards Sadistic and suddenly he's attacked by Grimm! Grimm drives his forearm into the back of NCM's head, dropping him down to the mat. He then stands up and places his foot on NCM's throat.

Sadistic: Make the right choice NCM. You know what to do.

NCM tries to get to his feet, but suddenly Showtime is in the ring with a steel chair! He clocks NCM in the back with it, sending him back down to the mat. Stormm tries to enter as well, but Gem is back up! She grabs Stormm and pulls him off of the apron! She then throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd! Gem pursues him and the two battle it out in the audience, eventually disappearing from view!

Jerry Andrews: Gem and Stormm have disappeared!

Ace Anderson: And now it's four-on-one on NCM in the ring!

Grimm and Showtime are holding NCM by the arms now.

Sadistic: Sign it, you piece of shit!

Showtime and Grimm drop NCM down to the mat. He tries to stands up when... Dollface clocks him with the Candygram!

Kelli Starr: Sign it.

Jerry Andrews: What!?

NCM staggers back to his feet, slowly. He's stumbling, but he looks Dollface in the eyes. She's staring right back at him.

Kelli Starr: Sign it.

NCM bends down, picks up the contract and he signs it.

There's a big pause as no one but Non Compos Mentis knows who he has chosen to face.

He then drops the contract at Kelli's feet. She looks down. Sadistic looks down at it and smiles. Kelli Starr then drops NCM with another Candygram!

*CLICK*

The Nobodies def. Buck Brochamp & High Tide
Justin Michaels & Kelli Starr def. Kristoff Michaelson & LIGHT
Nathan Saniti & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith def. Tha Joka & Alexa Black
The Black Hand def. Non Compos Mentis and Gem

Thanks again to everyone who made this show possible. The next card will be up soon.