Return to Glory VI Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Return to Glory VI
Sunday August 9th, 2015

I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I'll never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’
Cause I'm born to be phenomenal

PCW Return to Glory VI comes on air with a highlight package featuring tonight's combatants. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, Alexa Black, Derek Cosmos & Nacho Grande, Barry Kemp, Lunatic, Seth Archer, Kincaid, Hiroshi Yukio, High Tide, Judge, Bubba Reece, "Dollface" Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti, "The Anarchist" Jason Willard, Johnny "Loco" Marquez, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, Grimm, LoKi, "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght, Eira and Non Compos Mentis are all displayed on screen.

As I fight to the death, 'til my last breath
Manage to prove who the best man is
Prevail at all costs, be the only ones left standin'
In the end, but I ain't gonna be the only one with the advantage
Of knowin' what it's like to be southpaw
Cause you can bet your ass you'll be left handed
Cause I am

I am phenomenal

The video package ends with Sadistic and Gem staring at one another. The shot then fades into a close-up of the PCW World Championship before briefly fading to black.

The next visual seen is the crowd packed inside the PCW Arena ready for the show. The announcers are heard over shots of the cheering crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a long road, but we are here! WELCOME TO RETURN TO GLORY!!!

Ace Anderson: Oh my God what a card we have for you tonight! Any one of the matches scheduled tonight could main event in arenas around the world!

Jerry Andrews: You're right about that! Tonight we will see the Underground Title on the line in what we certainly expect to be a brutal triple threat match! Plus, we'll see the return of the PCW Tag Team Titles AND a battle royal to name new number one contenders!

Ace Anderson: We're also going to get a very confusing match pitting Stormm against Stormm! Plus a BURIED ALIVE match between Loki and Grimm, Eira challenging Michael Wryght for the North American Championship, Non Compos Mentis challenging Kelli Star for the International Championship...

Jerry Andrews: And Gem stepping into the ring one-on-one against Sadistic!

Ace Anderson: I'm exhausting just TALKING ABOUT it!

Jerry Andrews: I'm Jerry Andrews and wow what a night!

Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and...

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.

Jerry Andrews: We're starting with a big one, folks! This is a match that’s been brewing since Living A Legacy two months ago and even since Mass Destruction when both of these stars returned to PCW. I’m speaking, of course, about the International Title match… Non Compos Mentis versus the champion Kelli Starr.

Ace Anderson: They returned together, intent on bringing down the Black Hand, and Dollface ended up joining them instead. And how did she do that? By feeding NCM to the wolves. Then to cost NCM his well-earned World Title shot against Sadistic as part of that horrific beat-down… there’s no doubt there’s a whole lot of bad blood in his one.

Jerry Andrews: But Kelli Starr says this; I never promised you anything, you don’t know who the Black Hand really are, give them a chance and you’ll see they can change things. Do you believe she’s really seen a better side to Sadistic, Grimm and Wryght or is she just drinking the Kool-Aid?

Ace Anderson: Jerry, if the Black Hand has a cute and cuddly side that we’re not seeing, they’re keeping it incredibly well hidden. All three men have their own brand of charisma and it doesn’t surprise me that they have a follower in Kelli Starr.

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.

Jerry Andrews: And let’s not forget that this man has the opportunity tonight to join a pantheon in PCW history that includes only yourself and Michael Wryght, the Grand Slam club.

Ace Anderson: It’s a distinction that only goes to those who have reached the top and performed at that level for a very long time. It’s a sign of dedication and excellence that very few ever get close to achieving. I’m incredibly proud to hold the honour, we’ll see if there’s another person to hold it too after this.

“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 ahead.

"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. A chorus of boos and jeers emerges through the manic music and lights as the fans recognise the shadow of the Black Hand over the rainbow-princess.

Jerry Andrews: Conspicuous by their absence, Ace, are the Black Hand. Do you think we’ll be seeing them sooner or later?

Ace Anderson: Who knows? There’s always the threat there but it was the Black Hand themselves who signed NCM’s contract and gave him this match, I think this represents a test of ability and of loyalty for Dollface. She may have to sink or swim by her own merits tonight.

Jerry Andrews: And there’s no doubt she can swim. International Champion, a former Genesis champion and she could become a Tag Team champion later tonight. Starr has made an outstanding impact in PCW and has all it takes to walk out still as the International Champ.

“I’m the doctor, I’m the patient,
Don’t forget that, it’s important,
If you love me, like I love me,
Everybody, will be sorry!”

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 the few fans that still cheer her 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 and show off the International Belt, seemingly unaware of the boos hitting her from all around. She hops down from the corner and reluctantly hands over the belt to the referee while NCM looks on from across the ring.

PCW International Championship Match
"Dollface" Kelli Starr © vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Ed Lane

The ring announcer is about to step into the ring when the sound of a familiar voice is heard shouting over the noise of the crowd.

Non Compos Mentis: You brought this on yourself, Kelli. They won’t save you this time, they’ve used you and now you’re on your own!

As Mentis continues to heckle Starr she apparently turns away from him to shield herself from the abuse. Dollface turns to the ropes and bows her head in uncharacteristic dejection at the verbal attack, but after everything the Black Hand has done to NCM recently he won’t relent. Instead he pulls himself out of the corner and walks across the ring, grabbing Dollface by the shoulder. Kelli holds still for a moment until Mentis tries to pull her back to face him again. Kelli turns and…

Jerry Andrews: Jumping Enziguri out of nowhere! Kelli was playing possum!

Mentis reels across the ring from the shot and Kelli immediately goes after him. With her trademark hit-and-run style the champion strikes with pinpoint kicks to both knees of her opponent, following him around the ring as he tries to find his bearings. NCM tries to turn and get some offense going but Dollface is relentless and energetic in the early going and strikes with a powerful thrust kick to the gut, followed by a sudden and violent boot to the lowered chin.

Jerry Andrews: Interesting how we're starting the night with this absolutely huge title match pitting the International Champion against The Icemann Invitational Tournament winner.

Ace Anderson: Well, Dollface does have to compete again tonight, so....

The challenger stumbles back into the ropes and rebounds back toward the waiting Starr who takes immediate advantage with a Drop Toe hold, taking NCM to the mat. Clearly dazed by the frenetic onslaught, NCM struggles on the mat as Kelli hits the ropes and lands a brutal running basement dropkick to the side of his head. Not to be satisfied with just one, Starr hits the ropes hard again and nails a second dropkick to Mentis who couldn’t recover fast enough. Quickly she rolls Mentis away from the ropes and hooks the leg…

One… kick out!

Ace Andrews: Starr’s going to want to put this match away as soon as possible, with the Tag Team Title match later on tonight she’ll need to conserve some energy.

Jerry Andrews: And you think NCM’s going to let that happen?

Ace Anderson: Starr has to take that choice away from him and go hard right off the bat.

Both competitors push themselves to their knees and Kelli hits the ropes to perhaps attempt a third dropkick… but NCM has other plans. He jumps up and strikes with a running punch to the stomach, doubling over Dollface. There’s no delay as NCM rebounds off the ropes again and delivers a shuddering knee to the temple. This time Mentis drops and hooks the leg, trying for the quick win.

One…

But Kelli quickly kicks out and rolls to the outside of the ring for a brief moment of respite.

Jerry Andrews: Starr puts some distance between herself and NCM and recovers some energy, but the fans aren’t happy about it.

The PCW faithful takes a dim view of the stalling tactic and responds with a chorus of boos and jeers. For a brief moment Starr’s eyes look to the ramp as if expecting to some someone, but nobody is there. Instead she sees Mentis jump out of the ring nearby so she springs into action and runs around ringside while being pursued. Mentis expects her to make a quick dive into the ring but he’s left dumbfounded as Kelli uses extreme agility and speed, grabbing the ringpost with both hands and using it to slingshot herself around it, back under the turnbuckles and turn a full 180 degrees, slamming her boots into NCM’s face with immense force.

Jerry Andrews: My god! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before! A slingshot dropkick and NCM could be out!

Ace Anderson: Tremendous agility from Starr and she has to take advantage of that, there’s no use in having a stand-up brawl with a guy like Mentis.

As Mentis tries to climb to his feet, Starr intercepts him and rolls him quickly under the bottom rope. The Born Psycho is stirring enough that Dollface forgoes the pin attempt and instead waits for him to climb to a knee. Once he does she hits the ropes once again and nails a Neck Tie Clothesline on the unsteady NCM, knocking him down. The challenger is determined though and climbs up again, only to receive a second high-speed high-impact Clothesline. Again he gets to his feet but slower this time and Starr rushes forward for a third attack. She extends her arm and… grabs NCM head instead of hitting him with it, pulling backward and driving him head first into the mat with a crushing Reverse STO.

One…
Two…
Shoulder Up!

Starr gives a quick look to the referee but then refocuses and jump, ever-energetic, to her feet. The crowd lets out another volley of jeers as she begins to move around Mentis in her typical, unorthodox style.

Jerry Andrews: Is she… skipping?

Ace Anderson: Literally dancing circles around NCM, yes.

Mid-skip she lashes out with vicious shoot-kicks to the legs, arms and midsection of NCM who angrily tries to climb to his feet but can’t get a chance. Through sheer frustration he forces himself back to a knee and Starr stops skipping, only to line up a far more powerful strike. Dollface unleashes a high-powered Roundhouse toward NCM’s head… but he ducks! Starr over-rotates and now NCM strikes, grabbing Starr from behind and attempting to lock in his own torturous version of the Dragon Sleeper.

Jerry Andrews: Touch of Insanity! Can he lock it in?!

Ace Anderson: If he does we can call it now, Starr’s vulnerability to submission manoeuvres is well known…

Mentis tried to lock it in fully but Kelli is panicking and flailing hard against the hold. He can’t hook the arm-wrench and the sleeper is barely synched in. At best is looks like a restraint instead of a submission. Still he tries to put more torque into the sleeper but Dollface scrambles hard and reaches the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: NCM couldn’t get enough of the hold!

Ace Anderson: If he had we would have been looking at a new International Champion and a new Grand Slam winner!

The referee begins his count as Mentis refuses to release but Starr has ideas of her own. Practically running up the ropes and flipping backwards, Dollface manages to throw herself over Mentis and land behind him. With her opponent completely confused, Kelli grabs him in a headlock, propels herself forward and dives through the ropes, executing an innovative Bulldog Guillotine on the middle rope that crushes NCM’s windpipe.

Jerry Andrews: More original offense from the champion, Kelli’s raised her game tonight!

Kelli, now on the apron, sees Mentis clutching his throat on the mat and spring (quite literally) into action. The rainbow vixen launches herself over the top rope and crashes down across NCM’s chest with a Tope Atomico. As she lies on NCM’s chest, pressing all her weight on his lungs, she makes a cover…

One…
Two…
TH…NO!

NCM gets his shoulder up in time and rolls toward the rope for safety. Kelli is clearly looking to put the match away though and, despite the continuous boos from the crown, continues to pursue her challenger. She grabs NCM’s leg and pulls but Mentis kicks out, sending Kelli staggering backwards. Once she regains her composure she attack again but NCM is back on his feet and ready, blocking an attempted Throat Strike and hitting a strong right of his own.

Kelli finds herself in NCM’s ballgame now, forced to exchange close range strikes with a seasoned brawler. It’s not long until Mentis hits one right too many for Starr and she’s weak enough to Irish whip. Kelli rebounds hard and NCM throws a wild, dangerous clothesline but misses, allowing Starr to carry her momentum into the opposite ropes. She bounces back and throws a clothesline of her own… but NCM is there before her, executing a devastating Double A Spinebuster before hooking the leg!

One…
Two…
TH… KICK OUT!

Jerry Andrews: That may be the first real attack NCM’s been able to muster, Ace.

Ace Anderson: It’s not often that he’s caught on the back foot like this but now he has some momentum, he needs to stop the high-speed offense of Starr because he just can’t contend with her agility and dexterity.

NCM wastes no time worrying about the count and grabs Kelli by the hair. He pulls her to her feet and viciously charges her back into the turnbuckles with his shoulder in her midsection. A quick fire combo of shoulder charges follows and Kelli slumps to the mat. Not finished, Mentis looks at the opposite side of the ring and rushes it. He rebounds off the ropes and fires off a boot, landing a hard Face Wash straight across the nose of the glitter-doused beauty in the corner. Quickly he drags her away from the ropes and pins…

One…
Two…
THR… NO!

This time Mentis gives the referee a telling look as Starr tries to roll away to recoup. She reaches the apron and gets a few moments to catch her breath when Mentis comes calling. He reaches through the ropes and pulls Kelli up, looking to drags her back into the ring, but she lashes out with a desperate Roundhouse that clears the top rope and smashes into the side of NCM’s head. As he recoils and drops to a knee, Kelli senses an opportunity and dashes to the corner.

Ace Anderson: A little something high risk from Dollface! I don’t know if it’s wise, one slip and she might not only lose the International title but also be out of the Tag Title match later!

Kelly is sure-footed though as she climbs to the top rope and watches for her opponent to rise. She waits a moment and fires herself through the air with huge elevation, clasping her hands together.

Jerry Andrews: Sugar High!

The Axe-Handle comes down and… NCM dives underneath Starr! Kelli lands with a shudder and doesn’t quite know what is happening, meanwhile NCM is tuning up for a little Blunt Trauma behind her. Starr turns and NCM launches a Spinning Backfist at her head but this time she ducks!

Jerry Andrews: CANDYGRAM!

Kelli returns fire, shooting off her own variant of the Backfist that had devastated NCM more than once recently. But NCM ducks too! The duelling Backfists has the PCW fans (perhaps begrudgingly) on their feet and the action keeps coming. Kelli is thrown off balance by the miss and Mentis takes the chance to lift her up into a Fireman’s Carry. He quickly begins to spin, round and round on the spot in a dizzying blur of motion. The Airplane Spin continues and the fans begin to count along with the revolutions, though nobody seems to agree on a number.

The general consensus seems to be eleven or twelve when Starr slips out of the back door and lands queasily on her feet. Both individuals stumble from the centrifugal craziness until Kelli harnesses her dizziness and…

Jerry Andrews: CANDYGRAM, Starr hit it!

Mentis crumbles to the mat in a lifeless heap but Starr is still stumbling around the ring, unable to cast off the inebriation of the spin. She shakes her head to get some idea of the situation, sees NCM still unresponsive and finally drops to the mat, hooking the leg for the count…

ONE…
TWO….
THREE!

Jerry Andrews: ... NO! MENTIS GOT THE SHOULDER UP! I don’t know how but he got his shoulder up after the Candygram!

With the room still spinning, Kelli tries to push through and climbs to her feet. Mentis is barely moving and completely left at the whim of the champion. She grabs him by the head and drags Mentis across the ring to the corner. Now on his knees, Mentis is shoved into the turnbuckles and pushed upwards. He has no energy left so he complies, ascending the turnbuckles until he’s sat on the top.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know what Dollface has planned but NCM is spent, that Candygram might not have resulted in a three count but it might just have ended NCM’s chances here for good.

Kelli pulls back across the ring and, for a brief second, looks up the ramp once again. Still there is nobody there for her to look to, no assistance from her allies. She’s in this on her own and has to finish the job solo. She looks back at Mentis and charges, performing a perfect handstand right in front of the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Cherry on Top off the top turnbuckle?! She’s going to kill NCM!

Kelli wraps her legs around NCM’s neck and goes for the Face Driver off the top… but Mentis springs to life and grabs Kelli around the midsection, hauling her up into a Piledriver position.

Jerry Andrews: Oh MY GOD…

Mentis leaps off the top and delivers a barbaric Avalanche Piledriver, compressing Starr’s spine and driving the top of her head straight into the canvas!

Ace Anderson: Dollface might be out cold, but that might be all NCM had left to give too!

Both competitors are down after the massive collision, with Mentis flat out in the corner and Starr somehow managing to roll clear toward the middle of the ring. The referee checks on both of them starts his count with neither responding.

One…
Two…
Three…
Four….

Both Mentis and Starr are beginning to stir but the crowd sense that neither is close to getting to their feet and begin to voice their support, urging at least one of them to get up. Both the Born Psycho and Dollface seem to hear it as they begin to climb.

Five…
Six….
Seven…

Impossibly, both rivals are on their knees and clutching at the ropes for leverage, pulling with all their remaining strength while their own bodies fight against them, walking to collapse to the mat.

Eight…
Nine…

Jerry Andrews: They’re up!

Both Mentis and Starr reach their feet and break the referee’s count on nine but immediately stumble and fall to a knee as they try to meet each other in the middle.

Ace Anderson: It’s been an absolute war, I don’t know how Kelli is going to compete later tonight after this.

Slowly they reach their feet again and it’s Mentis who strikes first with a fatigued forearm. Kelli replies with her own and the exchange continues, neither able to throw their best shots but the adrenaline beginning to pump. The strikes get faster and harder, faster and harder… until Kelli fires off a brutal Roundhouse Kick that connects flush with NCM’s temple. He stumbles back into the ropes and a look of complete frustration and anger sets it on his face. The red mist has descended, the adrenaline has kicked in and the knowledge of everything that is on the line dawns on him. He turns and…

Jerry Andrews: Good GOD! Mentis just slapped the taste out of Kelli’s mouth!

In a mirror of Mentis himself. Kelli stumbles into the ropes and a look of complete shock descends on her. For a moment it looks as if she’s blacked out, but then the reality sets it. Something deep inside Dollface just cracked because of that slap and now she turns, appearing not as the happy-go-lucky glitter-girl but as a raging psychopath.

Ace Anderson: That is not a good look...

Jerry Andrews: It’s no secret that Starr has her own share of damaging mental issues, I think NCM just stuck one.

Before Mentis can react, Kelli summons the very last crumbs of energy she has and pounces across the ring, driving him into the corner and barraging him with a non-stop torrent of flailing, animalistic blows. Rights, lefts, elbows, forearms, kicks, knees… you name it, they all land on NCM as Dollface hammers away.

Jerry Andrews: She’s snapped!

Senior official Ed Lane tries to step in, making his five count but Dollface still refuses to break the onslaught. Bravely the referee reaches in and pulls Starr backwards, warning her that she’s close to a DQ if she continues. It had no effect though as she immediately pushes past Lane and fires off more shots, completely losing all restraint.

Ace Anderson: The referee’s trying to use as much leeway as he can, it’s a major title match and we want a clean win but this can’t go on, he’ll have to make the decision soon!

Again Lane dives in and drags Starr back from the corner but nothing appears to be getting through to her. He raises his hand to signal for a Disqualification when… NCM jumps out of the corner with a vicious and desperate jumping knee to the face! With confusion all around, Mentis takes advantage and pulls a stunned Starr back to the corner before driving her head-first into the middle turnbuckle with a jarring Russian Leg Sweep!

Jerry Andrews: The disqualification didn’t get called, we’re still have a fight here folks!

Kelli rolls out of the corner clutching her neck as Mentis stumbles out into the middle of the ring and senses a clear opening to put the match away. He scouts Dollface, watches as she struggles to her knees still with a completely unhinged look in her eyes. Mentis moves in for the kill… he hooks the arms and hauls Dollface into the air…

Jerry Andrews: FRACTURED MIND!

Kelli’s already damaged head crashes into the mat again and Mentis covers with everything he has left…

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!

Jerry Andrews: Mentis did it! We have a new International Champion!

Ace Anderson: And the third ever Grand Slam Champion!

"The winner and… NEEEEW PCW International Champion, NON COMPOS MENTIS!"

‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead kicks in over the PA system as Non Compos Mentis revives himself to the sight of the PCW International Title belt being placed in his hands. The new champion pushes himself tiredly to his feet and holds the belt close to his chest, enjoying the moment of stepping into the company of many greats to hold the title over the years.

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall @ 19:05

On the mat, Dollface is stirring and being attended to by the referee who is making sure she has no signs of injury and the exhaustive battle. She appears to be fine for her match later in the night although the disappointment, anger and confusion over the last moments of the match still clearly linger on her face as she rolls out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: You can’t take anything away from Kelli Starr, she gave everything she had in that match and part of her might have been concerned about keeping something in reserve for later tonight, but she fought every step of the way.

Ace Anderson: Absolutely. Say what you like about the company she keeps but Starr put in a performance deserving of that title, it just wasn’t enough tonight.

As Dollface remains stunned at ringside, Non Compos Mentis takes his new title to each side of the ring, lifting it high above his head so that everybody can see it.

PCW Hostile Takeover IV Sunday January 19, 2014 Both men get to their feet now. Tide charges at SSP, but SSP dodges him. He then takes High Tide down to the mat with a tackle! SSP now starts unloading on Tide with forearms to the face! SSP stands up now, walks over to his corner and he tags in Johnathan Cable. As Cable enters the ring, High Tide is just getting to his feet. Cable kicks him in the stomach, sets him up and he delivers a brutal powerbomb! Cable with a cover now! 1.... 2.... Jerry: It’s over! Ace: No! Wasp broke up the pin! Jerry: We almost had new tag team champions there ladies and gentlemen! Cruz demands that Wasp leave the ring. With the referee’s attention occupied, SSP returns to the ring. Cable pulls High Tide up and he hits him with an inverted atomic drop! St. Paul now takes him down with a running knee strike! Jerry: The Annihilator! Ace: This could be it! Jerry: One.... two.... and again Wasp breaks up the pin! All four men are in the ring now and once again all hell breaks loose! SSP tackles Wasp and he starts unloading on him with stiff shots to the face. Meanwhile, Johnathan Cable pulls High Tide up to his feet. High Tide grabs him though and he rolls him up just as Manny Cruz turns to face the two legal men! Jerry: One... two.... Ace: And no! This time SSP broke up the pinfall attempt! Cruz demands that SSP leave the ring. Wasp gets back to his feet, but Cruz stops him before he make a move. Wasp is sent back to his corner as well. Both Tide and Cable are on their feet now. Cable charges at Tide, Tide dodges it and he goes behind Cable. He now rolls him up in a schoolboy pin! 1..... 2..... 3!!! Jerry : Did he get him? He did! That was close! Ace: And just like that, it’s over! Jerry: These four men battled here tonight. They brutalized one another! Ace: This one could have gone either way, Jerry. What a match!

Jerry Andrews: That moment from January 2014 - more than a year and a half ago - was the last time the PCW tag team titles were competed for!

Ace Anderson: But that's going to change tonight when those titles return!

Jerry Andrews: We're going to name a new a champion later on tonight, but right now we're going to name new number one contenders who will compete for tag titles against the new champions in the future!

Ace Anderson: And that tag team title match later tonight should be an amazing match.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr had a rough start to the night, losing to Non Compos Mentis in the match prior to this one, but she has another opportunity later on tonight to walk out of Return to Glory as champion when she teams with Nathan Saniti to go up against the PCW Hall of Famers Tha UnHoly Alliance for the revived PCW Tag Team Championships.

Ace Anderson: The smart money will be on Tha UnHoly Alliance, as they'll be the freshest, but I wouldn't count out Dollface and Saniti; Psychedelica, for as many problems as they may have personally, the major advantage they hold over TUHA is that there will be no ring rust for them- Kelli just competed and Saniti continues to see his stock rise in Pure Class Wrestling with amazing showings.

Jerry Andrews: That'll be an amazing match-up later on tonight, but before we can get to that match, we have this one here: a Battle Royal to determine new number-one contenders for the tag team titles.

Ace Anderson: Everyone's already in the ring, so lets go!

Tag Team Number One Contenders Battle Royal
Crazy Power (Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith & Alexa Black) vs. Cosmic Nachos (Derek Cosmos & Nacho Grande) vs. Barry Kemp & ?? vs. Pretty Insane (Lunatic & Seth Archer) vs. Kincaid & Hiroshi Yukio
Referees: Nigel Gale; The Masked Official; Ty Little; Tyrone Little Jr.

All of the competitors in this match entered the ring during the video package and they're all ready to go!

Jerry Andrews: This is a battle royal and thus you are eliminated when you're thrown over the top rope and both of your feet touch the floor. But, being a tag team battle royal, if your partner is eliminated, your whole team is eliminated and you must leave the ring immediately.

Ace Anderson: I'm so happy seeing tag team action back in PCW!

The bell rings and chaos breaks out. All 9 competitors are in the center of the ring laying into each other with rights and lefts.

The moment the bell sounds, chaos immediately occurs in the ring. All 9 competitors are in the center of the ring laying into each other with rights and lefts.

Ace Anderson: Everyone's coming out the gate swinging.

Nacho is exchanging blows with Tyrone Smith, Seth Archer and Lunatic pushed Hiroshi Yukio into a corner and are double-teaming him, Derek Cosmos is on the receiving end of chops by Barry Kemp, and Alexa Black and Kincaid are hammering away at each other dead smack in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Who do you have winning this one, Ace?

Ace Anderson: I'd tell you who has the worst chance- Barry Kemp. Kemp couldn't secure a partner for this event, so he'll be competing in this one solo on behalf of his “one man team.” I'd say he has the least likely of chances of winning this match. But best chances? I'm going to go with Cosmic Nachos. Nacho Grande is a Hall of Famer, and for a good reason, and we all know how quirky and unpredictable Cosmos can be.

In an amusing display of evasion, as Barry continues to chop at Cosmos, Cosmos begins sidestepping the chops from left to right, causing Barry to hit nothing but air every time he swings.

Jerry Andrews: You're saying Cosmic Nachos is your favorite even though Crazy Power has more experience teaming together?

Frustrated, Kemp takes a step back and goes to clothesline Cosmos, but Cosmos ducks the clothesline attempt. Following right up with the missed clothesline is Kemp, who after missing the clothesline with his right arm due to Cosmos's ducking, turns right around and nails Cosmos with a clothesline with his left arm that nails Cosmos in the back of his head as he pops his head back up.

Ace Anderson: I am. You have to think about it- Alexa Black and have only been together for about a month now. That's not a wealth of experience. Nacho has been to the Promised Land, winning the tag titles with multiple partners in the past, and I think that experience will help his team win this one. I do want to go on record saying that Hiroshi Yukio's size advantage in this match may in-fact help him and Kincaid sneak a victory, but I just can't see it happening.

Jerry Andrews: We'll have to wait and see if you're prediction is right after the bell sounds to end this match, but I did want to take a moment out for those of you who may need a reminder...Once again the rules of this contest are simple- Each team is represented as a unit. When one member of the unit is eliminated, the entire team is eliminated. Eliminations occur when a competitor is tossed over the top rope and both feet hit the ground. The last team standing is the new number-one contenders to the PCW Tag Team Championships...those titles get decided later on in the show.

Ace Anderson: Most of these teams in this one are new teams or individuals put together to try and garner their luck in the Tag Team Division. There's Derek Cosmos and Nacho Grande coming together to form Cosmic Nachos, and then there's unStable members Alexa Black and Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith teaming together to form Crazy Power. Also in the match is Pretty Insane, which is what management dubbed Seth Archer and Lunatic, as well as the aforementioned Kincaid and Yukio. Last, but probably least in this one, is Barry Kemp, who is working this one alone as he was unable to secure a partner for this event.

Close to the action that is being focused on is Nacho Grande, who had just proceeded to slam Tyrone Smith down onto the mat. Derek is down and on his knees trying to get back up from the blow by Kemp and Nacho uses this opportunity to run over to Kemp and pop him right in the face with a stiff left hand; The blow causes Kemp to stumble forward and over Cosmos, who is down on all fours. The spill causes Kemp to fly over the top-rope, but Kemp lands on the apron.

Jerry Andrews: Kemp's in a very dangerous position.

In a sign of singularity, both Nacho and a now-standing Cosmos leap up in the air and both deliver a single-leg dropkick to the jaw of Kemp; Kemp flies off the apron and lands onto the arena floor below.

Sasha Greene: Barry Kemp has been eliminated.

Jerry Andrews: And just like that, we're down to the teams who actually have partners.

Ace Anderson: Thanks for coming, Barry.

In the corner still being hammered on by Seth Archer and “Lunatic” Marc McGwire is Hiroshi Yukio. Instead of interfering with the pounding by Pretty Insane, Cosmic Nachos join in on the attack.

Jerry Andrews: It's now a four-on-one on the Sumo King.

Ace Anderson: They might need even more help if they plan on getting that super heavyweight over the top rope.

Four-on-one becomes five-on-one as Tyrone Smith is now trying to help the other four lift Hiroshi over the ropes. Over towards the center of the ring, Hiroshi's partner Kincaid has been battling, and getting the upper-hand on, Alexa Black, and as the camera picks up their action, we see Kincaid delivering an impressive gut-wrench suplex on Alexa. Instead of rushing over to help his partner, Kincaid acknowledges the crowd's cheers at his feat of strength and then rushes over to the nearest corner and climbs the top turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: That's a bad place to be at, up on those ropes.

With precision and execution, Kincaid dives off the ropes and hits a diving dynamite headbutt, and quickly following it up with a debilitating andaconda vise.

Ace Anderson: That vice he has on Black is dubbed The Clutch. But if you look on the other side of the ring, you can see it's not gonna be the case tonight.

At the precise moment that Kincaid dives off the top, the vibration of the ropes ripple-through and causes Hiroshi to lose the grip he had with the ropes while fending off his assailants; The big man goes tumbling over the top and onto the arena floor.

Sasha Greene: The team of Hiroshi Yukio...

As soon as Hiroshi goes over the top, Nacho springs onto Seth with a strike, and in retaliation Seth drives a knee into the gut of The Cosmic Cupcake. Oblivious that Sasha just announced his partner-for-the-evening's name is Kincaid, who continues to wrench in The Clutch.

Sasha Greene: ...and Kincaid have been eliminated.

As soon as Kincaid hears that he has been eliminated he breaks the hold in confusion. Looking out the ring at the referees, Kincaid throws up his hands and as to ask, “what happened,” and the referees are telling him to get out of the ring. Kincaid is about to go when Tyrone Smith sneaks up behind him and tosses him over the top-rope anyway.

Ace Anderson: If he didn't think he was out before, he certainly is now.

Alexa Black slowly staggers up to her feet, clearly injured.

Jerry Andrews: This could be bad news for "Crazy Power." Alexa looks really hurt.

Seth Archer charges at the injured Alexa... who surprises everyone by dropping him with a massive spinebuster. Alexa then sets Archer up for a powerbomb...

Ace Anderson: OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black fighting through the pain and taking "Pretty Insane" out the match!

Lunatic looks on as Archer hits the mat with a thud.

Sasha Greene: The team of Seth Archer and Lunatic has been eliminated!

With Archer laid out on the floor, Lunatic looks around the ring. Rather than calmly exiting the match, he runs around the ring in a circle, does a cartwheel and sends himself flying over the ropes! He lands on his feet, but quickly flips over onto his hands and walks back up the ramp on his hands.

Ace Anderson: Oh.... kay......

The match is down to two teams now. Derek Cosmos and Nacho Grande stare down at Crazy Boy and Alexa Black.

Jerry Andrews: One of these two teams will earn the right to compete for the PCW Tag Team Championship.

Ace Anderson: Both of these teams deserve it, in my opinion.

Nacho charges at Alexa, knocking her down with a clothesline. Alexa Black lays on the mat, clearly still in pain. Derek Cosmos now punishes her with a swift kick to the stomach.

Jerry Andrews: Cosmos taking advantage of Black's injury here!

Ace Anderson: You gotta do what you gotta do!

Cosmos now pulls Black up and he hits her with a DDT! Cosmos pulls Black up again, only to drop her with a belly-to-belly suplex. Nacho turns to face Crazy Boy, but Crazy Boy drops him with a right hand. Cosmos grabs Black again and he delivers another belly-to-belly! Alexa Black manages to land on her feet!

Jerry Andrews: Impressive!


Black runs at Cosmos and she clotheslines him down. Crazy pulls Nacho up. Alexa pulls Derek Cosmos up. They both grabs their opponents and run towards the ropes holding them.... both Nacho and Cosmos break free! They shove their opponents into the ropes. When they both back, they're hit with stereo clotheslines!

Ace Anderson: What a sudden turn around!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black and Crazy Boy have been eliminated simultaneously!

Sasha Greene: The team of Alexa Black and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith has been eliminated!

The bell rings!

Sasha Greene: This means that your winners and new number one contenders are Nacho Grande and Derek Cosmos!

Winner: Cosmic Nachos @ 13:01

Nacho and Cosmos celebrate in the ring!

Jerry Andrews: We have number one contenders, and later tonight we'll name new champions!

Ace Anderson: What a night!

The camera feed switches over to Shane Dodge who is standing by with a special interview.

Shane Dodge: This is Shane Dodge here and I manage to catch up with Pure Class Hall of Famers, Tha UnHoly Alliance.

Tha Alliance enters the picture. Loco is carrying a plastic machine gun, with Willard carrying one himself.

Shane Dodge: Da Loczter, I must say that the whole Pure Class roster was going against you guys in your last match, with the exception of a couple. And now they seem to being going that route again as you set into the ring this time against Psychedelica.

Loco: Well you know something Shane…actually you don’t, that’s why I’m going to tell you something. And that something goes like this. Everyone was talking about how long we have been away and if we would have ring rust and they even went as far as calling him old *Willard gives his partner a shove on the back of his shoulder* I mean us. But what happened? We went out there against two new tag teams and showed just why we are who we are and the facts don’t lie Shane.

Shane Dodge: It was an impressive victory for the two of you, teaming up for the first time in a little over three years. But let us talk about your next opponents, the match that is for all the marbles, of course I am talking about Psychedelica and the Pure Class Tag Team Championship.

Loco: The Anarchy Man and I have been thinking about this moment since we decided to come back. Twice before, we held those championship belts in our hands and strapped them around our waists. We are going to be going out there and locking horns with a powerful team that has ties that bond and break at the same time. Nathan wants Kelli, Kelli wants to be a part of The Black Hand, Sadistic pulls the strings of Kelli and The (un)Stable are getting close to being at wits end with Nathan.

Shane Dodge: I am curious about the toy machine gun you brought here. What meaning does it have?

Loco: Meaning? Is it supposed to have a meaning Shane?

Shane Dodge: Wel…

Loco: Are you trying to tell me that this toy is a representation of Nathan? Being Kelli’s toy to be played with whenever she sees fit?

Shane Dodge: No, I didn’t…

Loco: Or maybe it is an adaptation of Tha Alliance gunning for the tag team championships?

Shane Dodge: It could be, couldn’t it?

Loco: No Shane, this means you don’t throw rocks at a guy with a machine gun.

Loco tosses the toy gun out of the camera view. Willard smashes his into the ground, kicking the pieces immediately after.

Loco: Kelli, you poor misinformed child, WE are not from the hood, but if you took the time to look up a little bit of your opponents history, mainly me, then you would see the part of where I had to survive. That is where this team gets that title. So little miss Powder Puff Girl, it will be sugar and spice and everything not so nice, once you enter the ring with Tha Alliance. And as for the Magic Man, I hope you don’t think that Kelli is a member of Heart, because she’s trying to get with the man with a Black Hand and not the man with a Magic one.

Willard throws his braids back behind his head, tilting it slightly off to the side. A half smile somehow begins appearing, but is quickly lost. The Anarchist opens his mouth and begins to sing in a slow, maniacal tone:

Willard: Don't you want somebody to love? Don't you need somebody to love? Wouldn't you love somebody to love? You better find somebody to love...Oh Kelli. Dear sweet Dollface. You have wandered off the path little red riding hood, and in your journey are two big bad wolves. Sorry child, but tonight your fairy tale comes to its tragic conclusion. You see, I don't personally give a fuck about (un)Stable, The Black Hand, Psychedelica, who you are, who Nathan is or what you have going on.

I personally am amused that so many find us to be washed up. It touches my heart, especially considering we are the only team to be Hall of Famers. However, you can ask Alexa, Crazy Boy and The Nobodies how washed up we looked, especially considering we won our match in far less time than you guys won yours. But let's not lose focus here Candy Girl...

Willard reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a Cherry flavored lollipop. He unwraps it and puts the hardened candy in his mouth. Pulling it out a second later, he launches into another moment of speech. But one with a more air headed tone:

Willard: So like, oh-my-gawd! Tha UnHoly Alliance have returned and they are like so grody! I mean, gag me with a spoon, don't those fossils belong in a museum instead of a wrasslin ring? I'M SO SURE!

Willard rolls his eyes in a huff. Putting the sucker back into his mouth, a crunch can be heard from him biting down on it. He spits the fragmented pieces out and throws the stick off camera. The look on his face shows off an intense demeanor.

Willard: Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti. Tonight you guys join Anthony Brown, Senor Smurf, Lantlas and The Prophet as fallen names in our tag team title quest. Our RETURN TO GLORY has arrived. Obscurity? How apt. That's exactly where we plan on sending your pseudo team to.

He widens his eyes:

Willard: Don't let the change of heart fool you. I'm not going to kiss babies. I'm not going to place nice with the roster, and I’m DAMN SURE not going to obey the rules, just because my contract says I have to! Let's get something clear right now, Greenville. I am "The Anarchist" Jason Willard. Rules are for those who wish to conform. I'm still the same old hostile, reckless, unstable Southern California scumbag, who has a threesome with chaos and destruction that I was before!! I don't care who it is, what the odds are or what I have to do. I make no friends, welcome enemies and am here to burn the house down!!! The kings have returned and after we finish breaking the doll's face and stop the magic man's illusion, we WILL be three time PCW Tag Team Champions!

Willard moves towards the camera lens, giving it a big kiss before skipping off in a further mocking of Kelli Starr, as Loco follows behind, failing to contain his laughter over his best friend's antics.

The shot returns to ringside.

Ace Anderson: Well, we're going to see those who men compete against the very dysfunctional team of Psychedelica later tonight when the tag team titles return.

Jerry Andrews: But right now, we're going to step into the Underground!

Ace Anderson: Yes!!!

The lights die.

The crowd silences.

A motorcycle reeves it's engine.

Then a single spotlight shines over the entrance as "Something Different" by Godsmack begins to play.

"Something wrong, something right, something missing."

From the back a man with a beard on a bike flies from backstage and tears down the ramp. He is Judge. Judge takes the bike around the ring one time bringing it to a stop beside the stairs that lead to the ring. Judge steps off his bike and jogs up the stairs, along the ring apron, and finally ducks into the ring.

Once inside Judge removes his trucker hat and band shirt waiting for his opponents.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Title. Introducing first, accompanied by Jury: JUDGE!"

"Dueling Banjos" begins to play.

"And his first opponent, accompanied by Frank Merritt: BUBBA REECE!"

Bubba explodes out of the back down to the ringside area where he dances a mountain jig in time with his music.

"And finally, he is the PCW Underground Champion...."

"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm plays.

"Accompanied by Wasp: HIGH TIDE!"

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

Triple Threat Match for the PCW Underground Title
High Tide ♚ (w/Wasp) vs. Judge (w/Jury) vs. Bubba Reece (w/Frank Merritt)
Referee: Jonathan "Pegasus" Nordby

Jerry Andrews: We’ve seen these three guys, and their respective tag team partners who are all at ringside tonight, really go at it over the last few weeks.

Ace Anderson: I don’t expect that mentality to change any time soon! The bell just rang and they all charged at each other!

Ace Anderson is right! The moment the bell rings, all three competitors charge into the middle of the ring. They start unloading on one another with wild, flailing attacks, with seemingly no regard for who they actually hit.

Reece manages to get the momentary advantage and he whips Judge towards the ropes. As he bounces back, Bubba drops to the mat as Judge steps over him, he then stops and leg drops the back of Reece's head. High Tide immediately attacks both men, hitting them with stomps as they lay on the canvas. Judge manages to roll out of the way. He gets up and now he joins in on the attack on Reece!

Ace Anderson: A mistake made there by Reece, let's hope this doesn't cost him the match.

Jerry Andrews: He's getting double teamed now!

Ace Anderson: Smart move for them to both take on this big man.

Judge suddenly turns and he clotheslines High Tide down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Well, that ends that!

Ace Anderson: You can't trust anyone in a triple threat match!

Judge now picks Reece up from the mat and grabs him in a headlock as he tries to choke him out. He tightens his grip, but Tide runs in and breaks up the hold as the crowd start to cheer.

Jerry Andrews: Tide in with some revenge!

Tide now starts to work over Judge, backing him into the corner with some strong strikes. Tide turns and walks out of the corner... right into a huge boot to the face by Bubba Reece! Reece now pulls Tide up and he drives him down into the mat with a big powerslam.

Jerry Andrews: Awesome power there by Reece!

Ace Anderson: These guys are just wailing on each other. I love it!

Reece drags Judge by his arm to the corner of the ring, he sits him against the turnbuckle then gives him a few kicks to his face, the referee pulls him off as he backs off then runs towards him and hits him with with a big book to the face. Judge rolls away from the turnbuckle and out of the ring. Suddenly, High Tide comes flying at Bubba with a big flying forearm! It connects, knocking Reece down to the mat! High Tide climbs the ropes now.

Ace Anderson: He's going upstairs!

Jerry Andrews: No!

Judge reaches up from the outside and he knocks Tide off of the ropes and down to the mat! Judge now returns to the ring just as Bubba is standing up. Reece gets up back to his feet as Judge runs at him, Reece grabs him and hits him with a spinebuster. He walks back towards Judge and pulls him up, but Judge hits him with an elbow to the midsection. Judge now stands up, grabs Reece and hits him with a big t-bone suplex!

Jerry Andrews: What a move there by Judge!

Judge attempts to clothesline Reece as he stands up, but Reece moves out of the way. As Judge turns around to face him, Reece gives him a boot to the gut. As Judge lowers his head, Reece hits him with a big DDT. He goes for a cover:

1...........
2........... High Tide rushes in and breaks up the count.

Jerry Andrews: Tide back in now!

High Tide starts to stomp on Reece. Tides then picks Reece up throws him into the corner. Tide starts to measure the groggy Reece, waiting for him to fully stand on his feet. High Tide then runs toward him and takes him down with a big spinning heel kick!

He turns around and... CRACK! He’s hit right in the face with a steel chair from Judge!

Ace Anderson: Where did he get a chair from?

Jerry Andrews: I’d say under the ring when no one was looking. There’s all kinds of weird stuff under there.

Ace Anderson: No leprechauns though, right?

Jerry Andrews: Of course not. That would be ridiculous.

Judge pulls Tide up now. He throws him into the corner and grabs the chair once again. He now runs at Tide, aiming the chair at his head. High Tide gets his feet up at the last second, kicking the chair into Judge’s face! Judge drops the weapon and staggers backwards. Tide steps out of the corner... and both men are sent flying by a running clothesline from Bubba Reece!

Jerry Andrews: Woah! Reece just knocked both of his opponents right out of the ring with that clothesline!

Bubba follows them to the outside. He pulls Tide up.... and Frank Merritt joins him!

Jerry Andrews: What is Merritt doing getting involved?

Ace Anderson: Well... I guess the Underground has no rules so....

Merritt and Reece set Tide up... but they’re attacked from behind by Wasp! Wasp starts unloading on both competitors... until he’s attacked by Jury!

Jerry Andrews: Now everyone’s getting involved! I know this is the Underground, but Nordby really needs to get things under control!

Referee Nordby is outside the ring now, trying to prevent the huge brawl that everyone can see coming. Judge is up now. Jury has grabbed a steel chair. He drives it into Frank Merritt’s midsection. Reece tries to help his partner, but Wasp and Tide swarm him, beating him down to the floor.

Ace Anderson: This is degenerated into chaos... even by typical Underground standards!

Jury pulls back the protective mats on the floor. Judge now sets up Merritt for a piledriver..... Jury helps him by spiking Merritt head-first right into the concrete floor!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my... that... that looks... bad.

The crowd gasps as Merritt lays lifeless on the mat. Nordby comes rushing over to him. He looks up and then yells to the back for help. Judge and Jury stand over their victim looking down at him as EMTs rush out to ringside.

Ace Anderson: This is really bad folks.

Referee Nordby looks up at Jury and starts screaming at him! He then turns his attention towards Wasp and Tide, who have Bubba Reece down on the floor where they stomp away at him. Nordby points at Jury. Then he points at Wasp. He then yells and points to the back!

Jerry Andrews: I think he’s demanding that Jury and Wasp get away from ringside! It’s about time!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but the damage has already been done, unfortunately.

Wasp and Jury protest, but PCW security comes down now and forces them away from ringside. Meanwhile, Bubba Reece is back up on his feet... and he has a chair!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Reece just wiped High Tide out with that chair shot!

Reece slides Tide into the ring. Judge is still outside arguing with security. Bubba Reece covers the brutalized Tide... but Nordby is still outside the ring with the EMTs who are tending to Frank Merritt!

Ace Anderson: There’s no one here to count the cover!

Jerry Andrews: And here comes Judge!

Judge is in the ring now and he faces off with Bubba. The two start to unload on one another with rights and lefts, putting everything they have into each shot. Referee Nigel Gale comes running down to the ring, due to Nordby speaking to the EMTs outside.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve got another official in there now!

The slugfest continues between Bubba and Judge... until they both connect with huge shots to the head at the same time! Both competitors drop to the mat, having knocked each other out with their fists.

Ace Anderson: They literally punched each other out!

Jerry Andrews: But.... wait..... they fell on top of High Tide!

Gale realizes that Reece and Judge have collapsed on top of High Tide, who is flat on his back. He hesitates for a moment and then starts counting.... at the same time, Norby has returned his attention to the match. He runs into the ring and counts as well:

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

Jerry Andrews: This match is over!

Ace Anderson: Yeah.... but who won?

Norby and Gale both stand up as the bell rings. They look down at the crumbled pile of bodies in the ring. They look at one another. They then start to speak to one another.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think anyone knows right now.

Norby seems to be pointing to Judge, but Gale is looking down at Reece. Both men are still out and both men are covering High Tide.

Ace Anderson: I think Judge won this. Or Reece. No. Definitely Judge. No. Definitely Reece. I don’t know.

The arena is nearly silent. Nordby slides out of the ring and he picks up the Underground Title. He’s about to place it on Judge when Gale stops him. He grabs the belt and holds it over Reece. Nordby grabs it back. Ed Lane is in the ring now.

Jerry Andrews: Now what’s going on?

Ed Lane grabs the title. He then starts to speak to the two referees quietly before leaving the ring with the belt. Nordby and Gale look at one another and they follow Lane out of the ring.

Ace Anderson: They’re LEAVING!? Who won!?

Winner: Judge and Bubba Reece (?) @ 16:02

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on?

Ace Anderson: Who holds the Underground crown?

Jerry Andrews: Well.... not High Tide.....

Ace Anderson: I'm confused.

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of confused, coming up next, we have possibly the most bizarre match of the night. Justin "Stormm" Michaels versus.... Justin "Stormm" Michaels...?

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. Given recent events, however, the fans are unsure on how to react. It doesn't take long for them to decide, though, as the typical lightning and thunder was replace by the sounds of something else as the house lights came back on earlier than they normally would during a typical Stormm entrance.

*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. Mr. Showtime is the first to appear, followed closely by the Hell Bound Hillbillies from Hangtown, Grimm and Sadistic. All three stop on the stage and look back towards the entrance as a fourth figure emerges from the back, the black hooded figure everyone has assumed to actually be Stormm.

Jerry Andrews: Ever since Living a Legacy, the faithful, and even you and me both Ace, have assumed the worst of Justin Michaels, only to have it all turned upside down a few weeks ago on Trauma.

Ace Anderson: It was confusing enough to think Stormm had turned his back on everyone after all he's been through the last few years, but it got even worse when The Black Hand's hooded Stormm was confronted by, well, the real Stormm, back at Trauma 175.

All four competitors make their way down to the ring, seemingly unaware of the crowd's reaction. Michael, Phinehas, and Billy each stand post on a side of the ring as their version of the Force of Nature climbs inside of the squared circle to the flood of jeers coming The Black Hand's Way.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

Bizarro Stormm just stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, not moving, and unpassed by the crowd’s reaction, as the rest of his cohorts continue to ignore the faithful's cries from outside of the ring.

Sasha Greene: Justin... "Stormm"... Micheals?!

Johnny Cash fades out, and the deafening boos fill the arena as all four members of The Black Hand continue to stand still, unwavering, and as methodical as ever.

Jerry Andrews: There's no doubt that everyone in attendance tonight wants to know who really is under that black hood. Who really has been doing the bidding for The Black Hand?

Ace Anderson: And who really has been aiding this trio of terror, just to soil Stormm's name.

Jerry Andrews: No doubt that it's all been done because of Justin's knack for sticking his nose in places he feels it belongs, but The Black Hand has started to see much more opposition since Mass Destruction because of, or aside with, Stormm's actions against these three.

The arena lights dim back 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, again. This time, hardly containing themselves, 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... another man dressed in Stormm's ring attire in a hoodie?

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

Sasha Greene: And his opponent...

This version of Stormm, however, is not wearing a black hoodie, but instead, favors an orange Team Havoc hoodie. Standing atop the ramp, the crowd continues to cheer, despite the uncertainty of the situation. This Justin isn't alone, however, as a familiar blonde, who hasn't been inside of the Pure Class Arena for some time, appears from the back, and stands next to the orange hooded Stormm.

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

Sasha Greene: From Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

Lindsay Michaels grabs the hood and pulls it down off of Stormm head to reveal the REAL Force of Nature, as he plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and starts marching 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.

Ace Anderson: I fun little jab towards The Black Hand there, and an even bigger treat for the fans as Mrs. Michaels is here to accompany the REAL Stormm to the ring!

Jerry Andrews: This is one way to get the fans back on their feet, especially given the confusion surrounding Stormm's involvement with The Black Hand the last couple of months.

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

Sasha Greene: He IS the Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

"AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE ME!"

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring, ignoring all four members of the Hand, and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more. Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hands into the air. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner and his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match. Lindsay joins Ace and Jerry at ringside, despite the obvious dangers.

Grudge Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels (???)
Referee: Joseph "Bucky Joe" Buckland

Jerry Andrews: And we're almost ready to go here, in what might be considered a rather strange match...

Ace Anderson: If this wasn't Pure Class Wrestling, you mean?

DING! DING! DING!

Referee Joseph Buckland calls for the bell, and the match gets underway. Bizarro Stormm tries to get the upper hand right away by charging after Justin while he is still taking off his orange hoodie, but doesn't do so in enough time as the advance is dodged, and Bizarro Stormm keeps his momentum going into the ropes. On the return, Stormm drops and sends his doppelganger jumping over the top of him and to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and back across the ring as Stormm hurdles him this time. One last time off the ropes, and Bizarro Stormm is sent to the mat hard with a clothesline as Justin met him right as he bounced back.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm with the offense right away and the fans seem to be back behind the Force of Nature.

Ace Anderson: We're just getting started here, though, so we have to wait and see how The Black Hand's Stormm performs here in the early going. The rest of them don't look too worried, though.

Stormm lifts the fake Force of Nature off the mat, and whips him towards the opposite side of the ring, but it's reversed, and instead, he's the one sent flying into the ropes, and then receives a taste of his own medicine as Bizarro Stormm follows him, and greets him with a clothesline of his own right after Stormm bounces back off the ropes. Justin quick to his feet, though, and both Stormm's lock into a collar and elbow tie up, both jockeying for the upper hand early on. Neither wants to give an inch, and even though Bizarro Stormm seems to have a slight size disadvantage to the man he's been portraying, in a side by side comparison, he's not giving up any ground!

Bizarro Stormm breaks the hold first, moving behind and grabbing Justin into a waist lock, which he quickly breaks, and reverses into a hammerlock, moving in behind his doppelganger this time. Stormm doesn't get to lock the hold in tight before it's reversed, and he gets put into a hammerlock this time. The true technician that he is, the hold doesn't last long before he breaks it, and reverse it back, sending Bizarro Stormm to the mat with a hip toss.

Jerry Andrews: A pretty good technical battle back and forth early on here between these two.

Ace Anderson: It's a little bit of a surprise that the man under the hood is keeping up with the Force of Nature. For a hired gun, we might have expected a little less skill. It only makes me wonder even more who could be under that hood!

Justin moves over towards the fraud to lift him off the mat, but is quickly rolled up, and the fake Stormm is going for a quick surprise pin fall! Bucky Joe moves in to make the count...

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Close call for the Force of Nature there, as his Black Hand counterpart almost stole it from him there!

Stormm is quick to his feet after the near fall, and his anger and frustrations from the last couple of months, along with the close match so far, has got him into a frenzy, and he looks to be abandoning the technical aspect of his arsenal as he starts to throw punches at the other Stormm with abandon.

Ace Anderson: He usually doesn't get this worked up so early in the match, I'm wondering if he's just trying to expose the identity of the hooded Stormm, of if he just doesn’t care and wants to land as many punishing blows as he can.

Jerry Andrews: Whatever he's doing, Stormm seems to be throwing Stormm off guard, like he wasn't expecting a brawl.

Only half of Justin's punches are landing solid, the others being glancing blows, or just missing completely, but he's got Bizarro Stormm backed into a corner now, and continues pummel away at him. Buckland steps in and starts the five count, and Stormm stops at four before backing away from the corner. He doesn't allow the fake Stormm a moment to breathe, though, as he steps back in, and Irish whips him to the opposite corner, hard. The impact sends The Black Hand's Stormm to the mat, and the real Stormm doesn't waste a moment, as he starts planting boots to his opponents back.

Jerry Andrews: The rest of The Black Hand still just looking on here, which is somewhat of a surprise given how one-sided this match is turning into.

Ace Anderson: You may have spoken too soon!

Justin drags the fake Stormm away from the corner, and drops down, hooking a leg for the pin, and Buckland starts the count.

One...

...

...

All three members of the Black Hand have jumped up onto the apron, causing Bucky Joe to stop counting early while trying to control the situation, and Stormm rolls his eyes. Nodding in agreement to the situation, like he saw it coming, he gets to his feet, and waits for his opponent to get to a standing base as well, which prompts Showtime, Grimm, and Sadistic to drop off the apron, back to the floor at ringside.

Ace Anderson: It's going to be near impossible for Stormm to claim a victory while those three are at ringside.

Justin moves in to tie up with his doppelganger again, but the fake Stormm avoids the hold, and looks to be in full retreat mode now. What had degraded from a technical exchange to a brawl has quickly become a game of cat and mouse, Stormm chasing his opponent all over the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is just silly. I thought we were going to have a good technical match between these two based on the way things started, but it's turning into... something.

Ace Anderson: It certainly is something. And it looks like the Hand is going to get involved again!

Sadistic is back up onto the apron, and it draws not only the attention of the referee, but of Stormm as well.

Jerry Andrews: The ridiculousness of this match may be quickly overshadowed by The Black Hand luring Stormm into a game he doesn't want to play!

With Justin distracted, Bizarro Stormm has climbed the nearest turnbuckle, and is waiting for the real Stormm to turn around. The argument between Bucky Joe, Sadistic, and Stormm doesn't last long as the World Champ has done his job, and drops back down to the floor, and Stormm turns around just in time to be met with a flying cross body that turns into a pin, and Buckland is on the mat to count...

One...


Two...


Thr... Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Another close call for Stormm there, as the Black Hand member continues to try stealing the match from him.

Jerry Andrews: Those tactics, along with the three members at ringside is definitely wearing at the Force of Nature, he's just fuming!

Lindsay can be heard from ringside telling her husband to calm down, and to wrestling "his" match, but her words may have gone unheard by Stormm, but not by Phinehas Grimm. He walks over to the announce table, and without a word, holds a finger to his mouth, effectively telling Mrs. Michaels to shut her trap, and she obliges as the red headed horror takes his spot back at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Watch yourself Lindsay.

Stormm, seeing the exchange outside of the ring, pops up off the mat, ignoring his opponent, and starts mouthing off to Grimm, who looks to be ignoring the Force of Nature, waving his hand about as if he's swatting away flies.

Ace Anderson: The Black Hand has really taken away one of Stormm's biggest weapons here, his composure. A man who is usually so in tune with the ring, where his opponents are, and his ability to keep it cool, has completely lost it here already!

The fake Stormm presses the attack, but Justin fights off his advances, pushing him back, as he continues to give Grimm a piece of his mind. Joseph Buckland has stepped in now, trying again to get the match back on track, but Stormm isn't happy with Lindsay becoming a target, whether physical or emotional, by anyone. Bizarro Stormm has backed off again, waiting for his opportunity to pounce when a nice shiny gift is presented to him in the form of the North American Championship belt being slid under the bottom rope at his feet. Grimm, seeing this, decides to get more involved, and hops up onto the apron now, taking a swing at the Force of Nature, and Bucky Joe steps in between the two.

Jerry Andrews: This is despicable! Look out Stormm!

Ace Anderson: He needs to turn around quick, before... too late.

Bizarro Stormm picks up the title belt, and folds the straps in behind the center medallion, taking the belt in both hands, wielding it like a weapon. Justin, however, does turn around, but it's too late, and with Joseph Buckland still preoccupied with Grimm, there's nothing that can stop the inevitable.

WHACK!

Stormm hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and fake Stormm slides the North American title back towards Showtime just as Grimm drops down off the apron, and Bucky Joe turns back towards the action. Not quite finished, though, Bizarro Stormm lifts Stormm off the mat, locks in a fisherman suplex, and lifts him off the mat.

Jerry Andrews: The end for Stormm could be close.

Ace Anderson: The Black Hand strikes again!

Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature!

Landing Stormm's finisher on him, the doppelganger looks to be showing off a bit as he lifts a leg for the pin after planting the real Stormm.

Ace Anderson: Buckland down to count.

Jerry Andrews: Not like this!

One...



Two...



Three... Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Close call there for the Force of Nature after being hit with the Force of Nature as he gets his shoulder up JUST in time!

Ace Anderson: That's the hardest thing to do in this profession, Jerry, put someone away with their own move!

Jerry Andrews: Fake Stormm doesn't look too happy about the speed of the count, but is making another cover!

One...



Two... Kickout!

Justin kicks out after just a two count this time, and Bizarro Stormm starts flailing about in frustration. The rest of the members of the Black Hand are motioning for him to stay on the attack, and Michael Wryght is calling for him to finish Stormm off! He lifts Stormm off the mat, and locks in what looks to be a reverse DDT with an arm hooked. Bizarro Stormm turns and violently drops Real Stormm back to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: The Sweetness!

Ace Anderson: Is that enough?

One...



Two...



Thr... Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm kicks out again!

Ace Anderson: How much more can he take?

Being unable to put Stormm away, all four members of The Black Hand look angry now. Mr. Showtime is shaking his head, and Grimm has started barking orders at Bizarro Stormm now, who backs away from the real Force of Nature, watching and waiting as he struggles to secure a vertical base. Making it to his feet, he looks extremely shaky, and out of it mentally, and Bizarro Stormm takes a running start at Stormm, and just as he turns around...

Jerry Andrews: The Harvest!

Ace Anderson: With a running start, that had to do some damage!

Jerry Andrews: Bucky Joe counting again!

One...




Two...




Thre... KICKOUT!

The crowd has gotten extremely into the match, as they continue to cheer every time Stormm kicks out, wanting desperately for him to get back into the match. Having been hit with a title belt, and three different finishing moves, though, it seems nearly impossible at this point!

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand is livid with their version of Stormm right now, not being able to put away the real Force of Nature. How much more punishment can he take, and can he even get back into this match?

Ace Anderson: Those finishers probably don't quite pack the same punch as they would if their owners were performing them, that, or Stormm is showing us more heart here tonight than he has in years, trying to gain the faithful's trust back!

Grimm throws his arms into the air in disgust as he turns his back to the action, leaving the way for Sadistic to try his hand at motivating the fake Stormm now. He calls him over and starts to coach the man posing as their newest member before sending him back into the fray, just as Stormm makes it back to his feet. He can barely stay upright, though, and is already hunched over.

Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good for Justin!

Ace Anderson: I don't think it looked good for him as soon as all four members of the Black Hand got to ringside!

Bizarro Stormm approaches the hunched over Justin Michaels, grabs him into a front face lock, and kicks right leg out behind him, before snapping back, and dropping Stormm back to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic DDT, this has to be over!

One...





Two...





Three...





NO!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God, he got a shoulder up a hair away from Joseph Buckland's hand hitting the mat for the third time, what is keeping Justin in this match?!

Ace Anderson: Heart, and a lot of stupidity, Jerry!

The fake Stormm has started to go insane inside of the squared circle, kicking the ropes, flailing his arms about, and arguing incessantly with Bucky Joe about the three count. Wryght, Grimm, and Sadistic have seemingly given up on their recruit as all three of them are shaking their heads. Bizarro Stormm argues long enough to give the Force of Nature time to get back to his feet, and shake off a little bit of the onslaught he just endured.

Jerry Andrews: He's not giving up without a fight, and he looks like he's going to try and go on the offensive here.

Justin grabs Bizarro Stormm's shoulder and turns him around before throwing a couple haymakers at him, one of which connects and dazes the Black Hand recruit.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd staying in this match, and are trying to get Stormm pumped back up.

Ace Anderson: Will it be enough, though?

With Bizarro Stormm slightly dazed, Justin goes for broke, throwing more chops and punches at his opponent, keeping him stunned and on the defensive. Another punch lands, and fake Stormm is dazed with his back turned to Justin, and the Force of Nature punches!

Jerry Andrews: Hangcloud DDT!

Ace Anderson: Both men are down, and I don't think Justin has the energy back yet to make the cover!

Stormm is unable to make the cover, and instead, builds up his strength to get back to his feet first. Both men are using the ropes to get back up, despite the fact that the real Stormm has taken the majority of the punishment. Justin is the first to his feet, though wobbly, and Bizarro Stormm is close behind him, and goes on the attack first. He goes for his first strike of the match, but his wild punch misses, and Stormm catching his arm over his shoulder and wraps his right arm around the fake Stormm's neck and shoulder, lifting him up and falling back down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: And there's the Flash Flood! The Stormm could be brewing here, is the Force of Nature next?

Ace Anderson: He still looks pretty wiped out, and these moves are taking it out of him, he's still unable to make the cover!

Both men are fighting to get back to their feet again, and Stormm, once again, makes it there first. Bizarro Stormm is a little further behind this time, and gives Justin plenty of time to recover enough to move in for the kill. He grabs his doppelganger into a fisherman suplex, and tries to lift him up, but is unable to.

Jerry Andrews: He's going for the Force of Nature, but looks to be out of gas. How is he going to put the Black Hand away without his main weapon?

Ace Anderson: I wouldn't count him out just because you take the Force of Nature out of his arsenal!

Justin tries once more, but still isn't able to lift his opponent up, and he breaks free. A quick kick to his midsection, though, and the table turn on Stormm as the fake Stormm locks in the fisherman suplex again, and looks to be going for the Force of Nature now!

Jerry Andrews: It might come down to whoever can get the next move off, wins this match!

Ace Anderson: Both men look to have no energy left, though!

- It's either man's match to win at this point. The Black Hand and their fake Stormm prevailing with their typical antics, or the Force of Nature and his stubbornness and iron will, not giving up and pulling it out at the end.

Bizarro Stormm isn't able to lift Justin up this time, and he drops him back to his feet, releasing the hold. Not wasting any time, and in an effort to put the match away, he goes for another stunning blow, but Stormm ducks it, and is quick on the counter, grabbing his doppelganger’s right wrist, applies a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder

Jerry Andrews: Could it be?

With his free left arm Stormm places it around the front of Bizarro Stormm's face and then uses his left hand to grab his right forearm. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak wrestler's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to the Black Hand recruit's face.

Ace Anderson: It is!

Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm!!

With the submission finisher firmly locked in, all three members of the Black Hand are screaming at their recruit from the outside, trying to give him the strength to not tap out as he tries to move towards the ropes to break the hold. Justin is having a hard time keeping him from advancing, and does the only thing he can, and falls backwards towards the mat, and both man hit with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm manages to keep the hold, and this is going to make it nearly impossible for the man in the hood to break the hold now!

Bizarro Stormm continues to fight, while also trying to force Stormm to his shoulders for a pin, but Justin is holding the move off to one side enough that he can keep his right shoulder off the mat without issues. Wryght is pounding on the mat, Grimm is shaking his head, and Sadistic is glaring daggers at both Stormms on the outside of the ring, but they are in the middle of the ring, and the fake Stormm has nowhere to go!

Ace Anderson: Is he going to get him to tap, or is the pain going to knock him out?

Jerry Andrews: It doesn't look like he can stand the pain any longer! It looks like, yes, The Black Hand is tapping out!

Winner: Justin "Stormm" Michaels via submission @ 27:52

Ace Anderson: Stormm wins!

Jerry Andrews: Or does he?

With Bizarro Stormm tapping the mat frantically, Justin refuses to let go of the hold, and is trying to shake the hood down off the head of his doppelganger, but the rest of the Black Hand enters the ring, with the official contest now over, they have no issues getting involved once more. Mr. Showtime to his left, Sadistic to his right, and Grimm sliding into the ring behind him.

Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good for the Force of Nature!

Ace Anderson: Not much of a celebration, I'd say, either.

Justin releases the hold, and quickly, but gingerly, gets back to his feet. He's not going to take a beating lying down, and like always, will take the challenge head on, even if the odds aren't in his favor. But, he's got an ally of his own at ringside, and Lindsay has gotten up from her seat at the announce table, and grabbed something from under the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What is she doing, Ace, can you see anything?

Ace Anderson: If I had to guess, she's trying to find Justin an equalizer!

She has done just that, as she pulls a wooden baseball bat from under the ring, and tossed it into the ring. Stormm quickly wields the bat, and starts swinging at any of the three Black Hand members that so much as moves. It's going to take collaboration by all three to disarm Stormm at this point, but he's not backing down, nor is he exiting the ring to get away from danger!

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure why he's still in the ring, he has the opportunity to get out, unharmed, and yet he's sticking around looking for a fight.

Ace Anderson: Vintage Stormm right there. He doesn't always know when to quit!

Grimm advances, but Justin quickly swings the bat at him, and he is forced to retreat. Mr. Showtime is next up, but is just as easily fended off as well. Stormm continues to defend himself like this to the cheers from the crowd, who, after months of believing him to be an ally of the Black Hand, has done everything to prove them otherwise here tonight! Then, for whatever reason, Stormm charges all three men, and with a huge swing, connects with one of their heads!

Jerry Andrews: Ow! Doppelganger Stormm joining the fight just in time to be hit in the head with a home run swing by Michaels!

Ace Anderson: ...and the Black Hand is just standing there.

Wryght, Grimm, and Sadistic are mere spectators at this point as they scattered just to watch their fake Stormm get hit into the upper deck with the swing from Justin Michaels, who is not hovering over the top of his limp body. His full attention back to the man who portrayed him for months, he drops his bat to the side of the body, and kneels down, lifting the man's head up, and removing the hood!

Jerry Andrews: Is that...

Ace Anderson: It can't be...

Jerry Andrews: It looks like...

Ace Anderson: It is...

Jerry Andrews: That's JEREMY BAGWELL!

Bagwell was a much smaller man the last time he was seen in a Pure Class Wrestling ring, but it seems as if he packed on some muscle to play the part. As Justin makes it back to his feet, however, the look on his face isn't of satisfaction for winning and finding out who had been soiling his name since helping Sadistic retain at Living a Legacy, but of a look much more sinister. His sly grim could send shivers down your spine, and as he made it back to his feet and turned back towards the rest of the Black Hand, no weapon in hand to defend himself, he wouldn't need it.

Ace Anderson: What is going on?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea, but I don't like the looks of this at all!

All three members of the Hand are now applauding the Force of Nature, and Michael Wryght is the first to approach him, with his right hand extended, and a sick smile on his face as well.

Jerry Andrews: No, it can't be! Don't do it!

And just like that, without hesitation, Justin shakes the hands of the Black Hand. Showtime first, then Sadistic, and Grimm last; but their handshake lingers a little longer than the rest, but Stormm still had his sly grin plastered all over his face.

Ace Anderson: All of this, and for what?

Jerry Andrews: It's a slap in the face to Pure Class Wrestling, and the faithful, is what it is!

Ace Anderson: Either way, it looks as if The Black Hand has just recruited another among their ranks.

Jerry Andrews: This is.... I don't even know what to say here.

Ace Anderson: Sickening?

Jerry Andrews: Yeah... that's it.

Ace Anderson: Well.... ummm.... coming up next.....

Jerry Andrews: Yes... coming up next.... we're going to see if the reformed team of "Dollface" Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti can hold it together for another match when they challenge for the PCW Tag Team Championship!

Ace Anderson: The titles return as two teams who had to battle it out against tough opponents on Trauma face off for the gold!

PCW Trauma July 21, 2015 Wasp reaches into the ring just enough to slap Tide upside the back of the head, PCW’s resident pirate finally shaking off the haze of confused shock! Tide rushes forward before Jury can close the distance to Nathan, but Saniti halts him with a well placed boot to the chest! With Tide’s momentum gone, Nathan grabs the other man’s head and shakes it violently - Shaken Baby Syndrome! With Tide weaving on his feet and clutching his skull, Nathan sets Tide up like a backslide, pausing to apologize: ”Terribly sorry for this, my piratey friend.” He then back-flips over his opponnent like a jack-in-the-box of pain, turning it into a modified DDT! Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check! Ace Anderson: It’s clear why Nathan was holding one of the most prestigious belts in PCW - when he’s on his game, he’s ON. Nathan wraps Tide up as Russo comes in to make a count for the pin attempt, Jury nearly on the scene! ...1! ...2! ... ...3! Winner: Psychedelica - Nathan Saniti pins High Tide @ 23:14 Nathan rises to his feet, a smile of pure elation on his face as Kelli skips happily up to him and wraps her arms around him - depositing a bright purple, glittery kiss on his cheek! She grins up at him as Russo lifts their arms as the winners, the crowd’s mixed reactions enthusiastic and loud. ______________________ Jerry Andrews: This is it, Ace. The setup to the Point of Domination! Tha UnHoly Alliance drop Reece on his head right in the center of the ring! Merritt has made it to his feet on the ring apron and he's greeted by a double dropkick from the Alliance! He tumbles to the arena floor as Jason Willard and Johnny Marquez climb opposite turnbuckles. Their longtime fans stand to watch the duo take flight. They both hold their patented cross poses before the arena is doused in camera flashes as the tandem takes to the skies. Willard connects with his 5 Star Finish at roughly the same time Loco hits his Shooting Star Leg Drop and the roof nearly comes off the Peace Center upon impact. Ace Anderson: The Point of Domination! That's it! Loco leans back for the cover as Jason Willard counts along with the referee. 1... 2... 3!!! The fans erupt as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” starts back up! Willard and Loco hug in the middle of the ring as Reece rolls to the outside. Jason hits one corner to play to the fans while Loco heads to another. Jerry Andrews: What a match! I don't think Tha UnHoly Alliance missed a beat here tonight. This sets up an epic showdown for the Tag Team Championship at Return to Glory that any wrestling fan can salivate over! Tha UnHoly Alliance continues to celebrate in the ring. Winners: Tha UnHoly Alliance via Pinfall @ 18:40

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!"

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play.

"Introducing first...."

The arena goes black from the sound of a toll from a bell. Lights in the aisle show the logo of Tha UnHoly Alliance, after a second toll. The fans begin to rumble, as now a third toll is making the logos into a running motion from the aisle to the stage and now the chords join in as well, as another toll is heard, causing to simultaneous lightning strikes to each side of the stage, igniting the symbol of Loco on the left of the stage and igniting the symbol of Anarchy on the right of the stage. An explosion goes off and now the logo of Tha UnHoly Alliance is burning high above the stage as the crowd goes crazy. White smoke fills the opening of the entrance of the stage as a sliver strobe light gives off two figures standing there posing with their usual poses.

"...hailing from California, at a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety pounds….”The Anarchist” Jason Willard and Johnny “Loco” Marquez….THA UNHOLY ALLIANCE!!!!"

Out come Tha Alliance, milking the crowd as a thunderous cheers are heard. Willard walks behind Loco with a demented grin and cane in hand. Loco is smiling while stomping to Tha UnHoly anthem of “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica. Willard raises both arms in the air to get a reaction from the crowd for himself, as he falls behind Loco’s march into the aisle. Willard quickly catches up to his partner and does a small leap onto the back of Loco, wrapping an arm around the chest of him and pounding with his cane. Both men complete the final steps by running and sliding under the bottom rope and coming to their feet in the middle of the ring. Loco removes his trench coat and tosses it out to the ring lackeys, as does Jason with his cane as all the lights return to normal and all fires are extinguished as “For Whom The Bell Tolls” slowly fades out.

"And their opponents...."

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. He then looks to the entry way...

"Doctor"

"Patient"

As the frenetic percussion and rapid vocals sound out over the PCW loudspeakers, the entire arena's light system begins to strobe with a rainbow of multicolored lights flashing over the crowd and the entranceway as Kelli dances out into a white spotlight and the cheers of the crowd. As the uptempo 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 match to start.

".... the team of Nathan Saniti and "Dollface" Kelli Starr: PSYCHEDELICA!"

PCW Tag Team Championship Match
Psychedelica ("Dollface" Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti) vs. Tha UnHoly Alliance ("The Anarchist" Jason Willard & Johnny "Loco" Marquez)
Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry Andrews: Here we go! We’re about to name new tag team champions! The Anarchist and Nathan Saniti starting this match off here!

The two men lock up. Willard grabs Saniti and he throws him into the corner! Willard now charges at Saniti and he hits him with a clothesline! Willard grabs Saniti and sets him up for a DDT. Saniti elbows Willard in the stomach, breaking free. He spins and connects with an elbow to the back of the head. Saniti now hits Willard with a DDT of his own!

Jerry Andrews: Nice counter there by Saniti!

Ace Anderson: And look at Saniti now!

Saniti grabs Willard’s arm and he starts unloading on him with a series of kicks to the ribs! Saniti now drops an elbow on Willard’s arm. He now pulls Willard to his feet by his arm and wrenches it.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti really working on the arm now!

Saniti smashes his elbow into Willard’s arm once again. Saniti now drags Willard over to his corner and he reaches out to tag in Kelli Starr. Dollface hesitates for a moment before reaching out and accepting the tag. Starr enters the ring and she kicks Willard in the ribs. Willard falls to his knees, and Starr hits him with a dropkick to the head!

Jerry Andrews: Wow! Psychedelica really in charge here!

Ace Anderson: They seem to be getting along pretty well so far. I wonder what The Black Hand thinks of that?

Starr now drops an elbow. She pulls Willard up and sets her up, but The Anarchist breaks free and shoves Dollface backwards. He t hen runs at her, dropping her to the mat with a clothesline. Willard turns and connects with an elbow drop. He goes for a quick cover:
1.....

Nathan Saniti charges into the ring at one and he starts unloading on Jason with a series of wild stomps.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti going wild here!

Ace Anderson: He really wants those tag titles!

Loco rushes in and he takes Saniti down with a big boot to the side of the head. He then throws Saniti through the ropes to the outside before the official makes him leave the ring as well.

Ace Anderson: I love that tag team action is back and alive in PCW!

Kelli Starr gets to her feet. She pulls The Anarchist up slowly.

Jerry Andrews: Dollface lost the International Title in the opening match of the show. You have to wonder how that’s affected her both physically and mentally.

Dollface grabs Willard, but he breaks her grasp and hits her with an elbow to the face. He then grabs Dollface and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex. Willard now stands up and he waits for Kelli to get to her feet. When she does,he Irish whips her into the ropes. As Starr comes back, Willard hits her with a big boot to the face! The force of the move knocks the battered Willard down as well. Both competitors are on the mat!

Ace Anderson: What a boot to the head!

Jerry Andrews: Both these two need to make a tag!

Willard gets to his feet first and he leaps over to tag in Johnny Marquez! Loco rushes into the ring and he charges at Starr, trying to stop her from making the tag to Nathan Saniti who is back on the ring apron! Starr manages to get the tag anyway!

Jerry Andrews: Both teams get fresh members in now!

Saniti hits Loco with a dropkick! Saniti pulls him up, but Marquez hits him with a chinbreaker! Marquez now pulls Saniti up and he drops him with a DDT! Marquez now Irish whips Saniti into the Unholy Alliance corner. Marquez now tags in Willard. The two of them double-team Saniti in the corner. The referee is forced to step in and break up the double team.

Jerry Andrews: The Unholy Alliance is double-teaming Saniti now!

Ace Anderson: And Kelli Starr didn’t come to Saniti’s rescue. Conserving energy, tired or.....

Willard now pulls Saniti into the middle of the ring, while the referee argues with Loco. Suddenly, Saniti breaks free and he leaps up, hitting The Anarchist with a dropkick! Saniti now starts to unload on Willard with punches until the referee breaks it up. Saniti climbs to the top ropes. He leaps off of the ropes with a huge moonsault! Willard moves out of the way and Saniti hits the mat! Willard now stands up. He climbs the ropes himself and he delivers the Lullaby Kick successfully!

Jerry Andrews: BOOM!

Willard now goes for the cover:
1……
2……

Jerry Andrews: Saniti kicks out!

Ace Anderson: But he’s hurt.

Willard pulls Saniti up now. He grabs him and hits him with a T-Bone Suplex! Willard now goes for the cover again:
1……
2……

Jerry Andrews: Starr breaks up the pin!

Ace Anderson: But was it to help Saniti or because she wants the belts?

Jerry Andrews: Who cares? She did it!

As Starr rushes in to break up the pin, Johnny Marquez runs in as well! Dollface and Loco start attacking each other in the middle of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: All four in the ring now! This match is breaking down!

The referee tries to get Marquez and Starr out of the ring! Meanwhile, Willard pulls Saniti up. Saniti blocks a punch, kicks Willard in the stomach and hits him with a double underhook suplex!

Saniti gets to his feet. Just as he does, Starr avoids a dropkick from Johnny Marquez! Starr then clotheslines Loco out of the ring as he stands up!

Jerry Andrews: Loco knocked out of the ring now!

Ace Anderson: But Dollface is still in there!

Saniti sets Willard up and he hits him with the Whirling Dervish! As Willard struggles to stand, Kelli Starr comes off the ropes with a Sugar High!

Jerry Andrews: They’re on the same page again!

Ace Anderson: Starr isn’t legal!

Starr slides out of the ring as Saniti goes for the cover:
1……
2……

Ace Anderson: Kickout!!!

Saniti pulls The Anarchist up. Nathan runs towards Willard to hit a clothesline, but Willard ducks and hits grabs Saniti's head and executes a neckbreaker. While Saniti is down, Willard stomps on the chest of Saniti.

Jerry Andrews: Willard is looking for a tag, but Loco is still down on the floor outside the ring!

Saniti gets back onto his feet as he grapples with Willard. He executes a snapping suplex on Willard. Willard rolls on the mat towards the outside. Saniti waits until Willard is almost on his feet. Saniti runs and bounces from the opposite side of the ropes as he comes back and hits a swift baseball slide in the face of Willard as the force bounces him onto the barricades hard.

Ace Anderson: Both members of Tha Unholy Alliance are on the outside now!

Saniti now runs and leaps over the ropes at both Loco and The Anarchist!

Jerry Andrews: Saniti with a huge flying leap!

Tha Unholy Alliance catches him! They then both flip him backwards over their heads, causing him to crash into the barrier! As they turn around, Dollface comes flying over the ropes with a suicide dive... that connects!

Jerry Andrews: Wow! Everyone down now!

Ace Anderson: I think Willard and Saniti are the legal men right now.

Saniti slowly gets up. He picks up Willard as he sizes him up. Saniti hits a few stiff lefts and rights, as he grabs Willard's head and bangs it on the apron. He slides Willard's body back into the ring. Saniti then goes for the cover...

Jerry Andrews: Saniti wants to end this! We could have new tag team champions!

1....
2....

Willard kicks out at the two count. Saniti raises Willard back up. Saniti Irish whips Willard into the far cornerr. Saniti knees Willard a few times in the mid-section. Saniti then backs up. He runs full-speed towards Willard,..but Willard moves out the way. Saniti hits the turnbuckle hard. Loco is back up on the apron. The Anarchist makes his way over to his corner and tags him up.

Loco waits for Saniti to get to his feet. He then drops him with clothesline. He pulls Saniti up and sets him up for One Crossroad To Greatness, but Saniti drops down behind Marquez and hits him with a spinning heel kick.

Saniti slowly backs up into his corner, as he tags Starr in. Starr runs in at Marquez as Starr hits Marquez with a elbow smash to the face. Starr then Irish whips Marquez across the ring and she hits him with a big spear!

Jerry Andrews: Nice move!

Dollface waits for her opponent to get to his feet. She then hits a hard clothesline right to the sternum of Marquez,..knocking Marquez down once more. Starr goes for the cover.

1....
2....

Loco kicks out as Willard and Saniti almost stepped in. Starr wastes no time as she raises Marquez back up. Starr grabs Marquez and she goes for a vertical suplex attempt. Marquez blocks it and shoves Dollface back. He then hits her with a big clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: What a back-and-forth contest here!

Ace Anderson: These are, without a doubt, two of the best teams in PCW. It’s only fitting that they’re battling it out here tonight for the reinstated tag team titles!

Starr gets up, but she staggers as Marquez then goes for a vertical cross body press. Marquez doesn't go for the cover. She mounts Starr with a few slaps of his own to Starr’s face. Marquez picks up Dollface, Marquez tries and goes for a dropkick only for Starr to easily duck it. Starr stomps on Loco's chest as Starr goes and tags back in Saniti.

Ace Anderson: Starr just tagged in Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: And Willard is wanting a tag as well!

Marquez, who sees Saniti in the ring dives to the corner and he quickly tags in Willard.

Ace Anderson: Both teams refreshed now!

Saniti and Willard begins to exchange punches amongst each other. Saniti wins the battle as he hits a devastating DDT on Willard. Saniti pops back up and he stomps on Willard, furiously...

Jerry Andrews: Saniti's on fire!

Ace Anderson: He’d better channel this intensity the right way!

Saniti stomps on Willard. He then pulls him up only to drop him back down with a sit-out powerbomb!

Ace Anderson: A cover....

1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: The Anarchist kicks out! This match is still going!

Saniti goes back to Willard as he picks him up. Saniti then Irish whips Willard and when he comes off the ropes Saniti goes for a clothesline. The Anarchist ducks it, rebounds off the ropes and connects with a huge tackle! Saniti is down and Willard is slow to get up.

Jerry Andrews: This battle is taking a lot out of everyone involved.

The Anarchist makes his way over to his corner and he tags in Loco. Loco enters the ring quickly, not giving Saniti a chance to recover. Nathan is slow to get up and Loco takes him back down, running at him and hitting Da Loczterz Special! Loco with a cover:
1.....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: Saniti BARELY kicked out there!

Loco pulls Saniti up again. He takes a step back.

Ace Anderson: Wait... Willard is in the ring!

Loco goes for a clothesline, at the same time he nails the clothesline, Willard does a leg sweep to Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: That’s an illegal double team move!

Ace Anderson: But what an illegal double team move it was!

The referee rushes over to get Willard out of the ring. Willard obliges as Loco is going for a cover:
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2....

Jerry Andrews: DOLLFACE BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!

Willard charges in once again and he tackles Kelli Starr. Both competitors fall through the ropes to the outside. Meanwhile, Loco is on the top rope.....

Jerry Andrews: LOCO LEG DROP!!!

Ace Anderson: NOBODY HOME!

Loco hits the mat hard! Saniti is up and he takes advantage....

Jerry Andrews: UNREALITY CHECK!!!

Saniti with a cover:
1....
2....
3!!!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jerry Andrews: We have new tag team champions!!!!

Winners and New Tag Team Champions: Psychedelica - Nathan Saniti pins Johnny "Loco" Marquez @ 22:34

Saniti leaps up in the air as the referee heads over to the corner to retrieve the tag team titles. He hands one to Nathan who almost hugs him. Dollface is back in the ring now and she's given a title as well. She smiles and accepts it. Saniti and Starr stare at one another briefly. Nathan then raises his title in the air. Dollface smiles and does the same.

Jerry Andrews: What a match! We have new tag team champions! Nathan Saniti has accomplished his goal! Has this moment freed Kelli Starr from The Black Hand?

Ace Anderson: Ummmm.... I think we're about to find out.

The crowd is stunned as Stormm and Grimm make their way out to the ring. Saniti and Starr turn to face them. Suddenly everything gets really serious. Starr takes a step forward... and Grimm drops her to the mat with a right hand!

Jerry Andrews: My God!

Saniti rushes at Grimm, but Stormm tackles him down to the mat. The two then set Saniti up.....

Ace Anderson: DOUBLE POWERBOMB!

Saniti is out cold. Grimm looks at Dollface who is slowly starting to get to her feet. Loco and Willard are up too.... they take a run at Grimm from behind, but Stormm is on them before they reach him. Stormm and Grimm now start brutalizing Tha Unholy Alliance.

Jerry Andrews: Come on! These teams just went through a brutal match and now Grimm and Justin Michaels are picking the bones of the wounded!

Suddenly the crowd starts to cheer.

Jerry Andrews: DEREK COSMOS AND NACHO GRANDE! THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS!

Cosmos and Nacho are in the ring and they attack Grimm and Stormm from behind! The two Black Hand members battle back, but Cosmic Nachos are too much for them on this night and they beat them out of the ring! Tha Unholy Alliance is up now... and they stare down Cosmos and Nacho. In the corner, Kelli Starr is helping Nathan Saniti up. Nacho and Cosmos look at Starr and Saniti. Then they look at Loco and Willard. They look at Grimm and Stormm on the outside. They then focus on the tag team titles on the mat.

Ace Anderson: Well.... the tag team division is certainly back!

The shot the cuts backstage where Shane Dodge is running down the hallway. The camera pans across and we can see why. Frank Foley is very quickly walking down that same hallway towards his office. Shane Dodge sprints over to him, barely catching up to him before he reaches his office. Out of breath, Dodge starts his questioning.

Shane Dodge: Mr. Foley... Mr... Foley..........

Frank Foley stops in front of his office, holding the door knob. He's clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone right now.

Shane Dodge: Mr. Foley... tonight we all saw The Black Hand seemingly invite a new member into their ranks.... Justin "Stormm" Michaels. What are your thoughts on that?

Frank Foley turns and is about to enter his office, ignoring the question, when he stops and turns back to Shane.

Frank Foley: I have no comment.

Shane Dodge: But sir, the Black Hand has terrorized PCW for months, attacking competitors, causing injuries, driving individuals from this company. And they're growing. What do you have to say to them?

Frank Foley, clearly frazzled by the events that took place moments ago, pauses and takes a deep breath. He exhales slowly and then speaks.

Frank Foley: As PCW President, it is my job to serve the needs of all contracted PCW competitors as well as the PCW Faithful. I will continue to fill this role and continue to ensure fairness and equality in PCW, regardless of who is affiliated with which group.

Shane Dodge: .....

Frank Foley: Thank you for your time.

The shot then cuts back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Frank Foley, much like all of us, appears to be a little shaken up by what just happened here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Well... what we're going to see next certainly won't be anything close to calm. Grimm, the The Black Hand, is about to face his hated rival Loki in a buried alive match.


The camera pans out over the PCW Arena, showcasing fans and their signs while angling for a good shot of the ring. A strapping lad proudly holds a sign over his head while he cheers: “WELL HUNG IN HANGTOWN” while the same intense, wild looking woman from previous shows brandishes her sign of “FUTURE MRS. GRIMM”! Loki isn’t without supporters, as a quartet of nubile female fans giggle and bounce together - each with a different letter of Loki’s name painted on their almost fully displayed chests in what looks like lipstick. Spinning out, the camera shifts to show an impromptu grave site - the mount of dirt, open grave, and headstone - backstage!

Jerry Andrews: Just shy of ringside here and I gotta tell you - that is a big pile of dirt backstage.

Ace Anderson: Yeah it is. I’m glad I’m not in this match, I really am.

Jerry Andrews: Germaphobe?

Ace Anderson: Nah, just not fancying my chances against a Grimm armed with a shovel.

Jerry Andrews: Not just any shove. A Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel.

Ace Anderson: Lest we forget.

"This is Gonna Hurt" by Sixx:A.M. 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. Loki 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, Loki 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: That new beard of Loki’s looks pretty good. I wonder if he’s competing for some kind of beard award?

Ace Anderson: If there’s a beard award, it’s probably named after Grimm. I mean, the beards just can’t compete.

Jerry Andrews: Didn’t Dollface say something about Grimm being a lumbersexual?

Ace Anderson: I don’t even know what that is, and I’m pretty sure I don’t WANT to know.

Jerry Andrews: Well, either way, Loki’s beard looks pretty good.

The lights dim and the crowd begins to buzz as the familiar yet hypnotic beat of Johnny Cash's “God's Gonna Cut You Down” thumps over the speakers. The acoustic guitar signals the arrival of Hangtown's own Phinehas Grimm. A good section of the audience stomps and claps in rhythm as the one and only Crimson Demon slowly appears through the curtain with his Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel slung over his shoulder.

*STOMP!* *CLAP!* *STOMP!* *CLAP!*

Grimm paces to the top of the ramp and stops abruptly. Twisting his neck to the left, he gazes off into the darkness. Suddenly, a trio of spotlights illuminate a stage, a band, and a giant Black Hand banner hanging in the background. The Johnny Cash fades away, but only to be replaced without missing a beat by the drumming military cadence of “Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” by A Perfect Circle...live!

There is a sudden roar from the Faithful upon recognition of Maynard James Keenan and company on stage playing the Abomination of Desolation to the ring. The rigid drum beat continues as Maynard, sporting a large black hand print across his bare, steps up to the microphone. Phinehas marches down to the ring accompanied by Keenan's lyrics.

“Don't fret precious I'm here,
step away from the window.
Go back to sleep.”

The Hangtown Horror passes by the fans without so much as a cursory glance left or right. Grimm stops at the ring apron and adjusts the black glove on his left hand before turning and walking up the ring steps. He gazes out into the sea of fans, many of them sporting individual black gloves on raised fists, before stepping through the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: A Perfect Circle! What a treat for the PCW Faithful. WE didn't even know they were gonna be here tonight. You think they've got an affiliation with the Black Hand?

Ace Anderson: Do I think they're affiliated with the Black Hand? Maynard. James. Keenan. 'Nuff said.

Jerry Andrews: Great music though.

Buried Alive Match
Grimm vs. LoKi
Referee: Eric Russo

Russo steps forward to give his opening remarks, Grimm standing with the Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel solidly planted on the mat before him, Loki splitting his attention between Russo and warily eyeing the shovel. Russo signals for the bell, and the match begins without further adieu!

Both competitors immediately charge forward, locking up in the center of the ring, struggling for a moment then breaking. Again the two charge towards each other, locking horns the camera pans out as the two men circle each other, Phineas is first to break the stalemate, lunging forward with a series of mean strikes, Loki blocking the first few but taking a nasty looking left hook to the chin that sends him reeling! The slightly shorter stumbles back as Grimm presses the advantage to further disorient his opponent and lays on a bell clap - Loki instinctively dropping and rolling out of the ring! Grimm steps between the ropes and follows, reaching his objective just as Loki hefts himself upward with a grip on the apron and whirls around to deliver a retaliatory punch to the face! Grimm manages absorb most of the blow by lowering his head, Loki’s hand smashing into Grimm’s skull with an audible crack! Nevertheless, Loki quickly shifts gears to level a kick into Grimm’s chest, sending him spinning into the Spanish announcer’s table with an almighty crash, the surface cracking under the abuse!
Jerry Andrews: Again!? Man, that poor table...

Ace Anderson: I’ve put in a notice that we should get stronger tables for the announcers at least.

Jerry Andrews: So you wrote a letter to management, or..?

Ace Anderson: Well no, just a bit of paper in that suggestion box in the employee lounge.

As the announcers scatter, Loki rushes in swinging, Grimm meeting him blow for blow in an all-out brawl, fists, knees, and elbows flying in a vicious melee, neither man seeming to gain a clear advantage. The give-and-take of absolute damage at ringside continues, Grimm breaking free and stepping away just far enough to level a big boot directly into Loki’s sternum! Loki drops like a sack of bricks, clutching at his chest and heaving for breath as Grimm advances in an inexorable approach - only to detour to the side and grab his Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel!

Ace Anderson: He grabbed the shovel!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man - this - this isn’t good.

Loki continues to unrelentingly pursue even the smallest of advantages, slipping up under the stumbling Grimm to grab him and flip him over in a perfect belly-to-belly suplex, Grimm hitting the mat with a resounding crash! Loki rolls away from the scene of the crime, not fool enough to linger in arm’s reach of the already-stirring Grimm - already stirring, already up, and already on the move!

Jerry Andrews: How’d he get up so fast?!

Ace Anderson: He IS the Hangtown Horror.

Jerry Andrews: Where’s Loki going?

No sooner does Loki see Grimm lurch up like a figment of a nightmare than Loki takes off out of the ring - out of the ring and heading backstage! A cameraman following on foot catches some erratic footage, Loki looking intense as he runs towards the back of the arena - and the grave site.

”Gotta finish it. Need to finish it quick. Gotta finish him quick.”

Grimm looks around, the PCW Faithful cheering wildly for him and for Loki, shrugs, and hefts the Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel over his shoulder before making his unhurried way to the back! The camera feed switches to the PCWTron as Grimm passes through the curtains, tracking the superstar as he walks through the corridors towards the back, techs and handlers alike scurrying from his path, Russo following several paces behind.

Ace Anderson: Where the hell is Loki?

*CRASH*

As if on cue, Loki comes flying into the camera’s view, charging into Grimm to send them both barrelling into the catering table! Food goes EVERYWHERE in an explosion of PCW taste preferences. A bowl of sharp cheddar cheese cubes tumbles its contents to the floor and twinkies are catapulted off a large tray while skittles somehow explode from the cieling. Grimm however... Grimm gains his feet and rises to his full height - absolutely covered in grilled cheese sandwiches. Loki had managed to plow Grimm directly into the large platter of Nathan Saniti’s very favorite food.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, the sandwiches...

Ace Anderson: You sound more worried for the sandwiches than you do for the wrestlers.

Jerry Andrews: But... but grilled cheese sandwiches...

Ace Anderson: Nathan’s not gonna be happy about this.

Jerry Andrews: Is he happy about much of anything these days, though?

As Loki scrambles away from the food carnage to gain some ground, Grimm casually slaps a few smushed sandwiches off his shoulders, the man himself a monolithic counterpoint to the stray grilled cheeses peeling off his back to plop absurdly onto the floor. Grimm gives chase, his Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel swinging through the air and striking Loki in the back! Loki goes down hard, sprawling into the dirt - for they’ve reached the grave site! Grimm pulls Loki up and gives him a solid punch to the head, picking up the reeling man and hammering him back down to the ground with a suplex!

Jerry Andrews: That’s gotta hurt.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, the ring mat is hardly a pillow, but the backstage floors? That’s concrete.

Jerry Andrews: Well, there’s carpet at least.

Ace Anderson: Maybe, but not THERE. That’s concrete and dirt.

Grimm rolls off just long enough to re-position himself, straddling Loki’s chest and kneeling on his arms! Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a box cutter, extending the blade with a slow, deliberate movement.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know if I want to see this!

Ace Anderson: Oh god, what is he going to DO?!

Grimm reaches forward, one hand wrapping around Loki’s throat - then roughly grabbing a fistful of beard! Loki’s eyes snap open and he yells in outrage, Grimm taking his box cutter and slicing Loki’s beard clean off!

Jerry Andrews: Oh that’s just MEAN.

Ace Anderson: What, is Loki just not WORTHY of the beard?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t even know! This is bizarre! Wait, what is he - is he making Loki - ?!

The camera feed very clearly shows Grimm culling the beard from Loki’s face - and stuffing it in his mouth! In a grown-up lumberjack version of playground cruelty, Phineas Grimm is forcing Loki to EAT his own cut off beard! Loki chokes and gags, hawking and spitting while Grimm mashes two big hands down on his mouth. Loki struggles wildly, his writing managing to dislodge an arm - which he uses to blast Grimm directly in the face!

Ace Anderson: You know, I’d be willing to say Grimm had that coming.

Grimm goes sprawling, hitting his head on the nameless gravestone! Loki follows up the attack, grabbing the sides of Grimm’s head and repeatedly smashing it back into the stone! With Grimm reeling in dream (or nightmare?) land, Loki pushes him forward with a shove of a boot, sending him tumbling into the grave! With Grimm “safely" in the grave Loki whirls around, frantically searching for the Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel. As Loki kneels, pawing through the dirt, the camera zooms in on a close up to see bits of stray, formerly-known-as-a-beard hair still stuck to Loki’s lips. As he hunts, two gnarled, wiry hands clamp down on the edges of the grave, and Grimm’s rugged visage looms up from the dirt. Ice blue eyes focusing on Loki, he lunges out of the grave to take Loki down with a haphazard spear. Haphazard, but effective.

Grimm recovers a moment quicker and hauls Loki up from the ground, lifting him high in the air only to drop him over a knee for a brutal backbreaker! Loki’s face twists in a tortured rictus of pain as Grimm adds extra pressure - a loud, solid THOCK-CRACK! heard over the camera’s audio as Loki screams in pure agony. Uncaring, Grimm rises to send Loki tumbling to the floor, a heavy boot shoving him into the grave! Loki lays prone in the dirt, something sickeningly wrong with his posture as Grimm hefts his Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel and begins to shovel dirt into the grave. The crowd cheers and yells encouragement, the clamor echoing down the corridors to ring hollowly in the grave room

Ace Anderson: That really doesn’t look good.

Jerry Andrews: Is this it? Is this the end?

Ace Anderson: I hope that’s just a dislocation, but it looks like - it looks BAD.

Jerry Andrews: Is Grimm WHISTLING?!

Sure enough, the Hangtown Horror is whistling. The shovel blade of his Hangtown Hardware Grimm Signature Edition Shovel glints dully in the backstage lighting, as he whistles a slow tune. A song that’s less of a jaunty whistle and more of a dirge, but still recognizable as John Lennon’s ”Beautiful Boy”. Loki begins to stir feebly in the grave, med techs flocking to the site, Russo standing nearby. As Grimm continues to shovel and whistle, the grave fills up, dirt mounding over the PCW legend - the match rules prohibiting anyone from helping Loki climb from the grave until the match’s completion. The crowd’s cheers taper out into a heavy, uncomfortable silence - a silence that stretches out until Loki is completely covered, Russo ruling the match a win in Grimm’s favor.

Winner: Grimm via Burial @ 17:35

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god - they better get him out of there soon!

Ace Anderson: I don’t think they were expecting the person buried to be unable to get back out under their own power.

Jerry Andrews: This has been one of the most disturbing things I’ve seen here in PCW.

Ace Anderson: I can’t say you’re wrong.

While it’s up to the viewer to decide, the fact of the matter remains: it has been one of the most eerie, strange endings to a match in Pure Class Wrestling history. No fanfare, no final hand slap to the canvas - no cheers, no last ditch efforts to save the day.

Just a group of silent onlookers surrounding a grave, the rhythmic scrape of shovel against soil... and the sound of whistling.

Backstage, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith is seen standing backstage with Kassandra Black.

Kassandra Black: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith of the (un)Stable. Tyrone, tonight you and Alexa Black came up just short at becoming number one contenders for the tag team championships. What are you thoughts on that match.

Crazy Boy: Well, Kassandra......

Suddenly Crazy Boy stops speaking. He tilts his head slightly sideways and looks off in the distance. The camera spins around and focuses on the object that Tyrone is staring at.... an Icey Award?

Crazy Boy: How.... how did that get there?

He then walks off camera, seeming to retrieve the award.

Kassandra Black: Well... umm... back to ringside!

Back at ringside, a few PCW stage hands are still trying to sweep up the aftermath of the Buried Alive match as preparations are made for the impending North American Championship match.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we're back and what a brutal affair we just witnessed between LoKi and Grimm. Inhumane, even.

Speaking of Grimm, his older brother Sadistic has already made his way down to the ring to referee the upcoming contest.

Ace Anderson: Indeed it was, Jerry. And coming up here in a few minutes will be the third of five championship matches here tonight.

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes are 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: Eira's eyes burn with pure hatred at the sight of her arch nemesis, Billy Sadistic, donning the referee's stripes.

Ace Anderson: While Eira and Showtime don't have a ton of personal history together, any clash between the Order and the Black Hand is as personal as it gets.

While Eira keeps her primary focus on Sadistic, she offers an occasional smile or nod in response to fans on her way 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.

Ace Anderson: Eira will assume officiating duties in tonight's main event between Sadistic and Gem for the World Championship, but right now she's pretty much at his mercy.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah? Well if it weren't for Gem, it would be Eira competing for Sadistic's title, so I'm sure there's no love lost there, either.

The lights dim and the crowd begins to buzz as the familiar yet hypnotic beat of Johnny Cash's “God's Gonna Cut You Down” thumps over the speakers. The acoustic guitar signals the arrival of PCW North American Champion and Presidential candidate, Michael Wryght. A good section of the audience stomps and claps in rhythm, some even sport “Vote for Wryght” signs or buttons, as Mr. Showtime slowly appears through the curtain with his championship belt fastened around his waist and a “Vote for Wryght” button pinned to his silver and black sleeveless robe.

*STOMP!* *CLAP!* *STOMP!* *CLAP!*

Showtime strolls to the top of the ramp and stops abruptly. Twisting his neck to the left, he gazes off into the darkness. Suddenly, a trio of spotlights illuminate a stage, a band, and a giant Black Hand banner hanging in the background. The Johnny Cash fades away, but only to be replaced without missing a note by a snazzy guitar and the arena beat drumming of “Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys...live!

There is a sudden roar from the Faithful upon recognition of the famous musical duo on stage playing the Brick, New Jersey native to the ring. The catchy drum beat continues as the pair, sporting black hand prints on their instruments, offer a salute to the Black Hand's mouthpiece. Showtime walks confidently down the ramp.

“Down in the waves,
she screams again.
Roar at the door,
my mind can't take much more.”

Michael passes by the grave site from the previous match with that trademark half grin on his face. Wryght stops at the ring apron and adjusts the black glove on his right hand before turning and walking up the ring steps. He gazes out into the sea of fans, many of them sporting individual black gloves on raised fists and Michael Wryght Presidential propaganda, before stepping through the ropes.

Ace Anderson: I love the Black Keys. Such a catchy tune. What a treat for the fans and wrestlers alike.

Jerry Andrews: You think they've got a connection to the Black Hand?

Ace Anderson: Well...they are the BLACK Keys, so...

PCW North Amercian Championship Match
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght © vs. Eira
Special Referee: Sadistic

Prior to the match starting, Sadistic approaches Eira in her corner to check her for foreign objects. She immediately refuses to let Billy put his hands on her. He quickly grabs the PCW officiating badge on his striped shirt and points to it while growling something incoherently at her. Reluctantly, she gives in. Sadistic gives her a thorough inspection, giving pause at her studded knee brace, but eventually lets her be. Turning his attention to Showtime, he approaches his stablemate to conduct a similar inspection. Showtime holds his arms out at his sides to show that he's got nothing to hide, but instead of checking him for weapons, he embraces him in a big hug. The PCW Faithful boo mercilessly.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is that?! He's not even doing his damn job?

Ace Anderson: He's...checking his...back...for weapons. ...I don't know.

Sadistic signals to the timekeeper and this championship match is underway. Eira is seething at Sadistic, but she quickly refocuses on Showtime and the two begin to circle one another. Wryght clearly has the strength and size advantage, but Eira is much quicker and more cunning. Showtime, using his wealth of experience, extends a friendly hand in Eira's direction. Again, the fans boo. Eira contemplates it momentarily...before waffling him in the side of the head with a forearm smash!

Jerry Andrews: Eira didn't fall for that. Not even for a second.

Showtime didn't even see it coming and he's staggered. Eira doesn't hesitate to unleash a flurry on the champ, driving him into the corner. Using a blinding array of Martial Arts strikes, she's got the champion reeling. Eira hits the ropes and charges Showtime, but he drills her in the mid-section with a knee so powerful that it flips her onto her back. While she holds her abdomen, Showtime panders to the crowd flashing that Hollywood smile.

Ace Anderson: I can't get over how different Showtime looks now that he's all cleaned up. Trimmed hair. No more beard. Gotta look good for those voters.

Remembering that he's got a title to defend, Showtime returns his attention to the challenger. Pulling her up by her pretty, silver braid, he slaps on a standing side headlock. Eira fights to break free, but Wryght it too powerful. A trio of elbows breaks the hold, and a series of counters, escapes, and reversals ensues. Showtime uses his technical know-how while Eira relies on her speed and agility, but the wrestling duel results in a stalemate after a mad scramble results in Eira springing to her feet while Wryght shoulder rolls into a crouched position. Both competitors have their fists up ready to fight as the Faithful applaud the technical display.

Jerry Andrews: Neither Eira or Showtime can assert their dominance in the early goings. This one's all tied up on the scorecards.

Ace Anderson: What scorecards?

Circling once again, the two lock up and Eira quickly ducks around behind Showtime. Rather than attempt a counter, Showtime latches onto her wrists, effectively trapping her, and uses his powerful quads to thrust Eira back into the corner, driving the air from her lungs. Michael connects with a pair of back elbows before facing her. Using his left hand under Eira's chin, bending her back across the top turnbuckle, he begins laying in some stinging knife edge chops.

Ace Anderson: Chops are served?

Jerry Andrews: Yes! Chops are being served by the steady hand of Michael Wryght!

Wryght follows up the chops with a spinning European uppercut that Sadistic clearly enjoys. Showtime connects with a short-arm clothesline but instead of releasing the arm, he jerks her back to her feet and pulls her right into a single-arm DDT! Showtime makes the cover while driving a forearm into Eira's jawbone. Sadistic slides into position to make the count.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Eira gets the shoulder up, and Showtime looks at Billy with mock anger. Billy verifies the count by holding up two fingers and Showtime can only shake his head at the imaginary slight. Biding his time and regaining his wind, Showtime calmly waits for Eira to stand before lunging towards her with a shuffle back kick...but Eira ducks it and clips his plant leg out from under him! The fans bellow their approval.

Ace Anderson: A nasty counter by Eira. That kind of move can easily blow a knee out.

Michael clutches his knee in pain as Billy admonishes Eira for the underhanded tactic. She purposefully ignores him and begins stomping away on Wryght's injured wheel. Michael fends her off long enough to make it to his feet, but Eira starts unloading with some heavy body blows that knock the wind out of Showtime. Latching a Muay Thai clinch around Wryght's neck, Eira alternates between left and right knees to the gut as each strike inches them closer to the corner. Without warning, Sadistic forces himself between the two breaking the clinch in the process. Eira is furious, but the Phenom has a finger pointed right in her face.

Jerry Andrews: I thought he was supposed to be an impartial official?!

Ace Anderson: You DO know that you're talking about Billy Sadistic, right?

Judging from Billy's mannerisms, he's clearly not happy with Eira using her knee brace as a weapon. In fact, he's demanding that she remove it. Eira levels a lethal gaze at the special referee, as if to say “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Ace Anderson: Now this isn't right, Jerry. Eira is wearing that brace under doctor's orders. Without that brace, she's not supposed to compete.

Jerry Andrews: Billy won't lose a second's sleep over it. Hell, he's the one that caused that knee injury in the first place.

Eira refuses to budge, prompting Sadistic to edge over towards the timekeeper and raise a hand in the air as if he's about to call for the bell. A disqualification is being threatened and the fans are quick to voice their displeasure with Sadistic's officiating skills.

Jerry Andrews: To be fair, she WAS using that brace as a weapon...

Sadistic tilts his head at Eira, giving her one last chance...and she begrudgingly begins unstrapping the protective metal brace. After a few moments, she's removed the metal contraption and dropped it outside the ring. However, this has given Michael time to recover and he blindsides her with a forearm smash. Eira collapses to her hands and knees, her head ringing from the blow, when Showtime begins booting her in the ribs. Having weakened up her mid-section, he yards her off the mat by her hair and hefts her off the mat. He executes an excellent backbreaker but does not drop her. Instead, he cracks her once more over his knee before standing back up and planting her with a huge sidewalk slam. Wryght cradles Eira for the cover.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Showtime doesn't bother acting frustrated with his Black Hand brother, but rather he focuses on putting Eira away. Rather than continue working on Eira's core, he quickly switches to Eira's now-unbraced knee by grabbing a leg lock! Eira lets out a painful yell before rolling in an attempt to evade the hold. Eventually the pair roll into the ropes and Sadistic has no choice but to force them to separate.

Jerry Andrews: That was some pretty impartial officiating.

As the combatants stand, Eira now moves with a slight limp. Might as well put a giant bull's eye on her knee. Michael moves in for the attack with a low kick, but Eira leg checks him a few times before grabbing his leg and tripping him to the mat. A quick stomp lands dangerously low before Eira springboards off the ropes and connects with a wicked Senton splash! Not satisfied, Eira springboards one more time...and connects with another Senton splash! She goes for the cover. Surprisingly, Sadistic is on the ball and he makes the count.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Showtime looks at Sadistic in disbelief. The Phenom can only shrug. With Eira refereeing his World Championship match later in the evening, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place. But Eira isn't thinking about that. She's thinking about taking the North American Championship from Michael Wryght. As Showtime struggles to stand, Eira hits the ropes and barely connects with a thrusting kick that grazes his head. Eira's momentum carries her to the other side of the ring and on the rebound she absolutely stuffs Wryght with a nasty looking spear! The Faithful erupt! Eira with the cover.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Showtime shot the shoulder up just in time, and Eira is relentless. Standing over the champion's back, Eira looks to lock in Purgatory, her straight jacket submission hold. Realizing the eminent danger of the situation, he slips out between Eira's legs and stands, lifting her up onto his shoulders in the process. Showtime positions himself in the center of the ring to send Eira crashing to the mat, but in a flash, Eira spins on his shoulders and executes a hurricanrana that sends Showtime rolling into the corner! Not giving Wryght a chance to breath, she performs a cartwheel before connecting with a dropkick to his abdomen! A handspring mule kick to the gut drops Showtime to his knees allowing Eira to hit the ropes, leap into the air, and curb stomp Wryght's face into the mat! The crowd pops as Eira drags Showtime into the center of the ring and hooks the leg. Sadistic looks on with worry as he makes the count.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Oh! Showtime just barely got the shoulder up! I thought Eira had him!

Ace Anderson: Me, too.

Eira is starting to show signs of frustration, but Sadistic has given her an honest count thus far. Eira peels Wryght off the mat and bodyslams him near the corner before heading up to the top rope. Looking down on him with pity, she leaps into the air...and connects!

Jerry Andrews: Fall of the Morning Star! That's it!

Eira quickly scrambles over to Showtime's motionless form and makes the cover! The fans are ready to count along.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Jerry Andrews: Oh!

Ace Anderson: No! Sadistic is saying that Showtime got his foot on the bottom rope.

Sure enough, a camera replay shows that Michael Wryght just barely flopped his ankle across the bottom strand. The fans feel let down and all of the energy is sucked out of them. With victory just within her grasp, Eira drags the champ to the center of the ring...but the sly veteran surprises her with a small package! Sadistic dives in for the count!

One...

Two...

Thr...kickout!

Eira powers out of the pin attempt. Both competitors, completely exhausted, scramble to their feet. Eira runs right into a knee to the stomach, allowing Showtime to lock her in for a Fisherman's Suplex. As he hoists her overhead, she manages to wiggle free and slide down his back. A dropkick to Michael's back sends him flailing into the corner. Eira approaches him and her mind looks like it's going to that place that allows her to rain down upon her opponent hellfire and brimstone.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. This doesn't look good for Showtime. I think Thou Shalt Not is upon us.

Sure enough, Eira starts slowly with a right hand. A left knee. A forearm strike. But before she can pick up speed and completely dismantle Showtime, he surprises her with a solid headbutt! Then an eye gouge! In a flash, Showtime sends her ass-over-tea kettle with a charging lariat! Eira lands in a heap. The fans attempt to rally behind the challenger as Wryght attempts to catch his breath.

Ace Anderson: This match is taking a heavy toll on both competitors. I don't know how much they have left.

Showtime slowly begins stalking his prey, waiting for her to stand. Once she does, he latches onto her from behind in an inverted facelock before spinning her and dropping her abruptly with a sick looking stunner!

Ace Anderson: The Sweetness! In the center of the ring! This one's over, folks...

Shaking the cobwebs free, Showtime slowly rolls Eira onto her back and throws an arm across her chest. Sadistic, beaming with a Cheshire grin, gladly makes the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Jerry Andrews: NO! Somehow, Eira got the shoulder up!!!

The Faithful erupt once more and Showtime can't believe it. Hell, Sadistic can't believe it, either. This time, when Showtime questions the count, it's completely legit. Sadistic is at a loss. Eira straight up kicked out. Clearly frustrated, Showtime pulls her off the mat by her face...but Eira connects with an open-handed slap across the face that snaps his head around. Eira turns and runs to the corner. She runs up the turnbuckles...

Ace Anderson: High risk maneuver coming up!

...but Showtime followed her step for step and as she reaches the top turnbuckle, Wryght swipes her leg out from under her, causing her to crotch herself on the top rope. The fans let out a collective groan. Determined to finish this once and for all, Showtime climbs up behind her and locks her around the waist. Hooking both of his boots over the top ropes and under the middle ropes, he prepares to deliver the death blow.

Jerry Andrews: Is he going to try a Super German Suplex? That could break her neck.

Sadistic almost looks to be on the verge of cheering Showtime. Wryght lifts Eira off the top rope and hurls her overhead and through the air! With his boots hooked through the ropes, he sits back up on the top rope and holds his arms out wide for the fans. Surprisingly, they cheer.

Ace Anderson: Eira landed on her feet!

Sure enough, Eira over rotated and was able to stick a landing, even though her weak knee almost buckled. Charging Showtime in the corner, who is completely unaware, she runs up the ring ropes beside him, springboards onto his shoulders, and flips him off the top rope onto the top of his head with a reverse hurricanrana!

Ace Anderson: Wreath of Barbs!

Jerry Andrews: That's gotta be it!

The fans are in a frenzy as a completely weakened Eira crawls over to Wryght's prone body. Using her arm and head as a bulldozer, she rolls him onto his back and makes the cover, hooking the leg. A look of defeat takes Sadistic's eyes as he drops to the mat to make the cover. He stares Eira directly in the eyes as he does so.

One...

Two...

…

THREE!

Jerry Andrews: She got him!

Ace Anderson: We've got a new champion!

Reluctantly, Sadistic motions to the timekeeper and the bell rings.

“The winner of this match...and NEW North American Champion...EIRAAAAAAA!!!”

The fans are going ballistic. The North American Championship is handed to Sadistic, who in turn walks it over to Eira. Helping her to her feet, he fights the urge to waffle her with the belt and instead opts to place it over her shoulder. The two share a brief stare before Sadistic collects Showtime and the duo head backstage.

Jerry Andrews: Did you catch that between Eira and Sadistic? It was almost as if Sadistic was communicating that he did right by her, so in turn she should...

Ace Anderson: You've gotta wonder if she'll return the favor and call it fair and square in the main event.

Winner: Eira via Pinfall @ 22:50

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of the main event, I cannot wait for this one.

Ace Anderson: This all started many months ago when Billy Sadistic challenged Gem to an impromptu match on an episode of Trauma. Sadistic took the match, and Gem, lightly and Gem made him pay, causing him to tap out in the center of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: A few weeks later, the two faced off one-on-one again and a winner couldn't be named as the two were both counted out.

Ace Anderson: Then, a Living a Legacy, Sadistic got some revenge when he pinned Gem right in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Thanks to more than a little help from Fake Stormm.... or real Stormm, maybe? I'm not sure. Anyway, this feud is all knotted up at 1-1-1 and these two both want to be the one who breaks that tie tonight and walks out of here with the PCW World Championship.

Ace Anderson: The Black Hand added a new member tonight, but they also lost when Eira took the North American Championship from Michael Wryght and Non Compos Mentis snatched the gold from Kelli Starr, an associate of the Black Hand.

Jerry Andrews: And then Kelli Starr won gold back, in the form of the Tag Team Titles, but with Nathan Saniti.... I'm not sure the Black Hand is very happy about that!

Ace Anderson: What I am sure of is that they're going to do whatever it takes to hold onto the World Title here tonight. Gem better be prepared.

Jerry Andrews: Oh... she is.

As a child, you would wait and watch from far away
But you always knew that you'd be the one
To work while they all play
In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme
Of all the things that you would change
But it was just a dream

Here we are, don't turn away now
We are the warriors that built this town
Here we are, don't turn away now
We are the warriors that built this town
From dust

PCW Trauma March 3rd, 2015 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..... __________ 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. __________ PCW Trauma April 28th, 2015 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! __________ PCW Living a Legacy VII May 24th, 2015 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! __________ PCW Trauma July 7th, 2015 Eira powers out. Just a split second too late! Russo calls for the bell! … Jerry Andrews: She got her! Gem got her! Gem will face Billy Sadistic for the World Championship! The fans erupt into irrational cheers as Gem collapses to the mat as “Little Tyrants” by Anberlin starts back up. Ace Anderson: What a match, Jerry. That's definitely a match of the year candidate! The bell rings as Eric Russo raises Gem's hand in victory. Jerry Andrews: Neither of these competitors have anything to be ashamed of. A fine showing, and a fine match. Gem has her hand raised into the air as Eira rises to her feet. Winner: Gem via Pinfall @ 24:59 The fans are cheering in the aisles as Eira stands defiantly looking down upon Gem. Gem bravely stands, her theme music playing in the background, and Eira bluntly faces her. Gem stands tall, the two valiant warriors standing eye to eye. Jerry Andrews: What's going to happen here? Eira looks like she's about to offer her hand to Gem, but... Before any such sportsmanship can happen, the Black Hand is on the scene! The uncertain cheers turn to violent jeers as the Black Hand envelope Eira and drag her to the outside! The boos are thunderous! But Billy Sadistic, World Champion, waits patiently on the ramp, the belt fastened tightly around his waist. His eye is a bit swollen, but his twisted grin is unmistakable. Recognizing the challenge, Gem heads to the outside to confront the champion! Ace Anderson: Notice how Sadistic went nowhere near Eira! The other members of the Hand went after her, leaving Sadistic to take on the youngster! Sadistic, well-rested, meets Gem with some tough right hands. Gem is rocked in the aisle...at first! Firing back, the laces into the champion with merciless chops and kicks! The fans roar! Sadistic is on his heels, and he dives into the crowd for sanctuary, Gem on his tail! A beaten Eira fights back against Grimm and Showtime at ringside as Gem gives chase to her upcoming opponent! PCW Trauma July 21st, 2015 "This entire company is under Black Hand rule. We are unstoppable. No matter who is put in front of us, the (un)Stable or Eira or NCM or little fleas like Gem...." Sadistic seems disgusted to even say her name. "For those like Gem who feel that they can stand in our way - who think they can stand in MY way - they will get slapped around and embarrassed just like that little waste of space will get slapped around at Return to Glory. She doesn't deserve to..." In an instant, and in true assassin form, Gem has appeared from the darkness and is waiting patiently on the other side of the stage. Her normal innocent look is nowhere to be found. She's a cold, hard killing machine and her eyes are locked directly on her target: Billy Sadistic. Sadistic doesn't take kindly to Gem crashing his party. He hurls a few insults at her. "She's lucky to even be in the same ring as me. She needs to go back to the Underground where she belongs. She wouldn't have gotten anywhere in PCW if it weren't for her second-rate, washed up, sham of a PCW 'Legend' father, Lantlas Anduril...a 'Legend' who hasn't had enough guts to show his face in public since his daughter embarrassed him at Living a Legacy." Gem continues to issue him a cold stare, almost goading him to attack her. Sadistic finally has enough and he demands that security remove her from HIS stage, but when they refuse to go near her, he decides that he'll remove her himself. As he slowly starts in her direction, the fans begin to cheer wildly. For directly behind Billy Sadistic has appeared the Elven Warrior himself. The fans are whipped into a frenzy. Sensing that something is amiss, Sadistic slowly turns and nearly falls on his ass when he looks up into Lantlas' eyes. Scrambling to gather his World Title and Icey Award, Sadistic and The Black Hand retreat into the audience as father and daughter own the stage. The fans are loving every minute of it as the show comes to a close.

The time will come, when you'll have to rise
Above the best, and prove yourself
Your spirit never dies
Farewell, I've gone, to take my throne above
But don't weep for me, cause this will be
The labor of my love

Here we are, don't turn away now
We are the warriors that built this town
Here we are, don't turn away now
We are the warriors that built this town
From dust

Ace Anderson: Here we are, folks, the main event and arguably THE very most anticipated match of the night!

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, Ace - the World Championship match! Almost always the crowning glory of any pay-per-view, Return to Glory VI has had some incredible build up.

Ace Anderson: It has. Gem finally defeated Eira, that one win coming at the best possible time - at the match to decide the number one contender for the PCW World title.

Jerry Andrews: In a twist of fate, Sadistic officiated Eira’s match for the North American title against Mr. Showtime - and now Eira is to referee the match between Sadistic and Gem!

Ace Anderson: I don’t envy either of them, but before we get too carried away, we’ve asked Eira to meet us ringside before the match for a few words - and here she is!

Eira: Thanks for the into. I think.

Jerry Andrews: Thanks for joining us, Eira, and might I add you look lovely in stripes?

Eira: Yeah, it’s that sporty Tim Burton look.

Ace Anderson: So, Eira, we’re all wondering - just how bad is tonight going to go for Sadistic and Gem in the ring?

Eira: This is between the two of them, you’re asking the wrong person.

Jerry Andrews: You’ve got to be kidding me! The build up to this match, your intensely furious feud with Sadistic, and all the static between Gem and yourself - and you really have no stake in this?

Eira: Jerry, I know what you all want to hear. Some kind of hellfire and brimstone type proclamation, but I’m not getting involved here. This match is purely between the two of them, and I’m going to call it straight down the middle.

Ace Anderson: You mean you’re going to stand by and let them beat the ever loving hell out of each other unless they break some very specific rule, don’t you.

Eira: It’s nice to be understood, Ace, it really is. Sadistic wants to put a hurt on the little waif to restore his flagging sense of badassery? Gem wants to prove her brave underdog mettle against the big bad wolf of PCW? Good. Let ‘em have it out in the ring, and we’ll all see where the pieces lie when all’s said and done.

Ace Anderson: You know, I’ve been wondering - it’s been said by Gem that you betrayed her, and it seems media has really run with this idea. Why’d you decide to do it?

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. Did you really think -

Eira: I’m sorry, Jerry, but I gotta say this. Ace, do you REALLY think she’d be healthy and hale, running around and winning matches if I’d genuinely turned on her?

Ace Anderson: Well I -

Eira: I’m being serious right now. I was never out to get her until she made it a defining point in her career as a victim to talk about how wrong I’d done her. Had she ever bothered to talk TO me rather than ABOUT me, I’m certain all of that upset could have been avoided entirely.

Jerry Andrews: Back to the match - who do you think is going to win?

Eira: Gem’s “Dark Horse” story has taken her from the Underground to tonight - I’m not going to say it’s impossible for her to win. At the same time, Sadistic has proven incredibly hard to beat. I'd say either competitor has a solid chance to win this match tonight.

Eira thanks the men for the talk and goes to take her place in the ring as the hard edge of Anberlin's ”Little Tyrants” 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. 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.

Ace Anderson: This is just incredible. Gem has gone from being Queen of the Underground to fight her way up through the ranks and take her place in the top echelon of Pure Class Wrestling.

Jerry Andrews: Detractors can say what they want, but it doesn’t change facts - first Gem made Sadistic tap out for the first time in his entire PCW career, and then she defeated Eira to earn this shot at the PCW World Championship title.

Ace Anderson: We’ve discovered that Grant, her friend and loyal watchdog, is PCW Faithful favorite Nacho Grande - inaugurated into the Hall of Fame at this past Icey Awards! Not only that, but her father is none other than the ultimate PCW legend Lantlas Anduril!

Jerry Andrews: It’s incredible, it really is, but when you see the kind of skill she works with in the ring, and how much she’s improved since her debut - well, it’s not too hard to believe she’s the daughter of one of PCW’s biggest names.

Ace Anderson: I just wonder what OTHER PCW legends she might harbor some kind of secret relation to?

The lights dim and the crowd begins to buzz as the familiar yet hypnotic beat of Johnny Cash's “God's Gonna Cut You Down” thumps over the speakers. The acoustic guitar signals the arrival of Hangtown's own Billy Sadistic. A good section of the audience stomps and claps in rhythm as the PCW World Champion emerges from the back with the belt strapped firmly around his waist.

*STOMP!* *CLAP!* *STOMP!* *CLAP!*

Sadistic paces to the top of the ramp and stops abruptly. Twisting his neck to the left, he gazes off into the darkness. Suddenly, a trio of spotlights illuminate a stage, a band, and a giant Black Hand banner hanging in the background. The Johnny Cash fades away and is replaced by the twanging of an Indian sitar. The drums kick in as an erratic Mick Jagger dances up to the microphone. The Rolling Stones are on hand performing “Paint it Black” as Billy Sadistic marches down the ramp with a slight nod to the band along the way!

“I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.”

While a good portion of the PCW Faithful despise the World Champion, there is a small section that supports the Black Hand. Stray black-gloved hands reach over the guardrail in an attempt to touch the Phenom, but his attention is focused solely on his opponent in the ring: Gem. His anti-freeze green eyes never wavering, they remain locked in on the challenger's until he enters the squared-circle.

Jerry Andrews: The Rolling Stones?! I didn't realize they were still alive! Are...are THEY aligned with the Black Hand?

Ace Anderson: Have you ever listened to their music, Jerry? I mean, they're playing a song called "Paint it BLACK" for God's sake...

Jerry Andrews: And the fans are just loving this - I gotta say it was a nice touch.

PCW World Championship Match
Sadistic © vs. Gem
Special Referee: Eira

Ace Anderson: Seems like Sadistic is taking this a lot more seriously than we’d expected. He’s been fairly cavalier about Gem until recently, even with her forcing that now infamous tap out. Looks a lot like he’s finally recognizing her as a challenger of his own caliber.

Jerry Andrews: As well he should! With her impressive lineage and even more impressive skill set, she’s proven she’s not someone to be taken lightly.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Eira is ready to rock!

Indeed, Eira has stepped forward to issue her instructions to the two competitors, the tension in the ring absolutely palpable. The cheering of the fans tempers down, but only barely - clearly EVERYONE has been fired up for this match, following the hype over its weeks of build up. As Eira speaks, Gem gives her the courtesy of polite attention while Billy Sadistic contents himself with a menacing leer. She wraps up the opening remarks, nodding curtly to her two erstwhile opponents and signaling for the bell - and the match begins!

Gem is instantly on the move, carefully circling her larger opponent only to be interrupted by a sudden clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Right off the bat!

Sadistic’s full body weight crashes into Gem, landing both competitors in a crumpled heap in the center of the ring - Sadistic returning to his feet quickly with the disoriented Gem taking a few seconds just to gain a knee! Sadistic has not a scruple to be found about taking liberties with Gem’s person, HAMMERING away with heavy-fisted shots , the fist-on-flesh impacts bouncing around the arena. Gem is rocked in place as Sadistic hauls her unceremoniously to her feet and fires off another heavy right hand -

Ace Anderson: Oh no!

-but she ducks!

In an amazing display of situational awareness under duress and her trademark, almost supernatural agility, Gem fires off a blurring flurry of shots! Sadistic is forced backwards to the ropes, blocking as many hits as he can but the onslaught continues! Even as he hits the ropes, Gem presses the attack, harrying the Phenom with the laser accuracy assisted barrage. Sadistic manages to absorb some of the damage, but Gem persists, bedeviling the large man with punch after elbow after knee. Eira shakes her head, stepping forward and beginning a count on Sadistic’s behalf! Gem finally pulls at the urging of the Eira’s four count - but only long enough to hit the ropes, rebound and take Sadistic down by the neck with a precision lariat! She goes for the cover, making the count with by-the-books timing.

...1!

...2!

...kickout!

Jerry Andrews: You know, if the ref had been doing her a favor with a count just a little bit quicker, Gem would have won it right there!

Ace Anderson: I don’t think this particular ref is going to be doing either of them any favors tonight, Jerry.

Gem kips up, the frustration clear on her face as she speaks sharply to Eira. For her part, Eira stares hard at the younger woman, throwing words right back. Sadistic surges up from the mat, shoving Eira out of the way with a stiff armed palmstrike to the sternum!

Ace Anderson: Oh, that wasn’t a good idea.

Jerry Andrews: Eira’s gonna - wait, what is she doing?

Eira has retreated to the side of the ring, out of the way - without calling Sadistic on his conduct or retaliating! Sadistic doesn’t notice, or just plain doesn’t care, he’s hellbent on getting his hands on Gem. As Sadistic goes for the approach, he’s met with a series of hard outside leg kicks which ends in a roundhouse to his midsection and an impressive fireman’s carry to the ground! Gem wastes little time in applying a headlock, almost as if to put another submission hold on the World champ, but Sadistic’s superior strength and mass quickly powers him out of it.

Jerry Andrews: Is it me, or did Sadistic look more than a little desperate to get out of that hold?

Ace Anderson: He definitely looked like he wanted out of there in a hurry, I’ll give you that.

Gem scrambles to her feet, using her trademark swiftness to catch Sadistic with a hard kick to the side of the head before he can stand, positioning herself in an attempt to lock him into What Dreams May Come! Sadistic rolls out of the move and shoves Gem away, but she rushes forward and scales the ropes to launch herself directly at Sadistic in a flying spear - and he dodges it! Sheer agility allows Gem to salvage the fall into a graceful diving roll, quickly regaining her feet but her equilibrium appears to be a few seconds behind. Sadistic rushes forward to capitalize, Gem attempting to sidestep his attack and bringing her arm up to smash him with a swinging clothesline! Sadistic dodges the hasty move, grabbing Gem’s arm instead and swinging her into an Irish Whip!

Gem flies across the ring on the rebound, going for a running double knee strike to the head but Sadistic launches himself upwards, catching Gem in midair and hitting a sickening spinebuster, following it up with a pin!

Jerry Andrews: Incredible!

Ace Anderson: Sadistic isn’t known for his aerial attacks - he must REALLY want to win this one!

...1!

...2!

...kickout!

Again, Eira’s meticulous timing costs a competitor what could have easily been a victory, Sadistic shouting angrily in Eira’s face! The special referee remains impassive with an impressive show of control, arms crossed and staring Sadistic down. He continues to holler, Eira finally losing her temper and yelling back, the two going back and forth until Eira throws up her hands in disgust. She moves away from the pair as Gem manages to gain her feet behind Sadistic - still shouting at Eira!

Gem launches herself at Sadistic, hitting a precision kick to the back of his head!

Jerry Andrews: Cold!

Ace Anderson: We don’t see this one much - another one of her trademarked moves!

Sadistic goes down hard but rolls away and uses the ropes to haul himself up, meeting Gem’s oncoming rush with a series of strikes, each blow seeming to have a purpose as he dogs Gem into the opposite corner! Gem ducks her head behind her forearms to block, Sadistic blasting the back of her skull with a vicious elbow! With Gem reeling, Sadistic capitalizes, and raining down with a flurry of blows. Eira steps in to break it up, Sadistic stalking away - but Gem rushes forward and hits a double-leg takedown!

Perched as though she’s going to begin brutalizing him with punches, she instead he rolls across the man’s chest and locks in another headlock! Sadistic tries to shake her off, but it doesn’t work THIS time. Through sheer will, Gem manages to drag the larger Sadistic to his feet, keeping a tight grip on his hair and jerking him into a backbreaker as she drops to one knee! Taking advantage of his disorientation, Gem goes to pick him up with a basic armbar and succeeds; transitioning from submission hold to hold, though it’s clear she’s having difficulty with the larger competitor as he struggles mightily against her forcible handling of his person!

Ace Anderson: Damn, Gem is REALLY going for it!

Jerry Andrews: It’s for the World Championship! Did you expect anything less?

The cobwebs clearing, Sadistic begins to struggle in earnest, Gem’s unstable footing forcing her to release him rather than fall. She surges forward, arms outstretched, grabbing one of his arms and using it to whip him into the turnbuckle! Following him in, she unleashes a vicious barrage of elbows, kicks, and assorted strikes - Gem is unloading everything she has in her arsenal at the cornered Billy Sadistic! Appearing helpless to do anything under the attack but try to block as much of the incoming damage as possible, Sadistic takes hit after hit. Suddenly, Gem staggers back as the Phenom explodes from the corner, his hand snapping out towards her throat!

Ace Anderson: The Hangtown Death Grip! I haven’t seen this in years!

Jerry Andrews: Gem’s in trouble!


Gem backpedals, desperately trying to get away from the move, Sadistic keeping the pressure on with gloating taunts

“ARE YOU GONNA TAP OUT, LITTLE GIRL!? HUH!? ARE YOU READY TO TAP OUT!?”

Gem’s body begins to tremble and lock, the nerve hold stabbing cruel lances of pain through her skull and down her body - but she manages to gather her last surge of strength to fire an absolutely BRUTAL punch to Sadistic’s temple! Both competitors go down, and -

Jerry Andrews: LANTLAS!! LANTLAS ANDRUIL IS IN THE BUILDING!

Ace Anderson: Ohhhh damn, son.

Sure enough, the Elven Warrior himself makes an appearance! Striding down the ramp he effortlessly leaps up to the apron, Gem beginning to stir and he’s cheering her on! Eira is immediately on Lantlas, asking him to get off the apron, both Gem and Eira completely distracted. Sadistic manages to climb to his feet, the shrieks of the crowd unheard over the massive din of Lantlas’ surprise appearance!

Lantlas jumps into the ring to defend his daughter, but Eira is again in his way! Hands outstretched in a clear “back off" stance, Eira’s yells are clear even to those who can’t hear her - she wants Lantlas out of the ring! Ignoring her, Lantlas takes an almighty swing towards Sadistic - the man who has harassed his daughter and sullied his beloved home arena of PCW -

Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD!

Ace Anderson: Oh sweet Christ this is so bad.

- and Sadistic ducks, Lantlas’ huge fist crashing into Eira! The arena goes perfectly, deathly silent as everyone absorbs the events of the last few seconds in absolute SHOCK. Sadistic and Gem take a run at one another, colliding in the center of the ring and collapsing in a crumpled mass of limbs - the Elven Warrior, Lantlas, the only one left standing in the ring. Eira gets to her feet, a heavy reddish purple mark on her cheek showing the promise of the incoming bruise. She glares up at the equally shocked Lantlas, then looks at both fallen competitors... her gaze shifting back to Lantlas and a dark smirk curving her lips as she slips out of the ring!

Ace Anderson: What is she doing?

Jerry Andrews: She’s refusing to call the match! They'll have to rule it a no contest!

Winner: Draw @ 29:81

Lantlas takes off up the ramp, anger carved into his angular features. Both Gem and Sadistic get to their feet, only to find themselves without a referee! Both look up the ramp where Eira is walking away - with a furious Lantlas following her!

-CLICK-

Overview

Non Compos Mentis d. Kelli Starr for the International Championship
Derek Cosmos & Nacho Grande d. Alexa Black & Tyrone Smith; Seth Archer & Lunatic; Kincaid & Yukio Hiroshi; Barry Kemp
Bubba Reece & Judge d. High Tide for the Underground Crown?
Justin "Stormm" Michaels d. Justin "Jeremy Bagwell" Michaels
Grimm d. LoKi
Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti d. Loco & Jason Willard for the Tag Team Championships
Eira d. Michael Wryght for the North American Championship
Sadistic & Gem draw