Trauma 178 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Return to Glory - August 9th, 2015 Frank Foley: In light of her actions, I have suspended Eira for the time being. That is why she was not on tonight's show. After tonight, I will be reviewing her situation and determining the status of her continued employment here as well as her status as PCW North American Champion. Ace Anderson: Oh come on! The crowd boos even more. Frank Foley: It may not be a popular decision, but it is a fair one. My job is to act in the interest of fairness and.... The boos are even louder now, drowning out Foley as he speaks. Jerry Andrews: I think Foley is a little confused about his idea of fairness... Frank Foley: Now please. Please. I have more to say. Foley waits a moment for the crowd to quiet down. Frank Foley: In addition, and also in the interest of fairness, I am going to name a new number one contender for the PCW World Championship, someone who will face the World Champion at Deadly Intentions and someone who is not Gem and who is certainly not Eira. The crowd begins booing even more. At ringside, Sadistic has broken free from security and he's in the ring. Security is about to chase after him, but Foley calls them off. Things take a moment or two to calm down, but then Sadistic is handed a microphone at his request. Ace Anderson: Why is he getting a chance to speak? Jerry Andrews: Fairness? Sadistic: Great work yet again, Foley. I have no interest in facing Gem or Eira in any sort of match up ever again. I've proved my worth against them and I know you'll do a great job picking a new number one contender. Who's it going to be? Frank Foley: Well.... Sadistic cuts Foley off. Sadistic: Buck Brochamp? Johnny Appleseed? Texas Tim? I know you'll make the right choice. Sadistic smiles as the crowd boos even more. Frank Foley: Well.... Sadistic cuts Foley off again. Sadistic: Though, ultimately, it doesn't really matter. I've shown the world how dominant I am in this ring and we have shown the world that the Black Hand definitely runs things around here. Sadistic points to his Black Hand brothers at ringside and smiles. Sadistic: The Black Hand... This time it is Foley who cuts Sadistic off. Frank Foley: You didn't let me finish. Sadistic looks at Foley with rage. Foley stares right back at him, with a look that seems to show that he's had enough of Sadistic's attitude here tonight. Frank Foley: I said that you won't be facing Gem or Eira at Deadly Intentions. However, that doesn't mean you won't be facing them at all. Sadistic: Don't do anything foolish that you will regret, Foley. Frank Foley: Eira has been suspended, for tonight. However, on the next episode of Trauma, for the PCW World Championship, you will go one-on-one with Eira... in a match where she will choose the stipulation! The crowd explodes. Ace Anderson: Now that's more like it! Sadistic is livid. He looks like he's about to jump at Foley. Then, after a moment, he composes himself and smiles once again. Sadistic: Now Frank, I understand what you're trying to do here, but you don't want to get into any trouble with The Black Hand, do you? Foley seems especially offended by that comment. He then continues to speak. Frank Foley: And then... The crowd cheers. Frank Foley: Frank Foley: And then, I was thinking that your war with Gem deserves one final match where there must be a winner. And we're going to do it on the following episode of Trauma - inside of a steel cage! The crowd explodes once again. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Those are two absolutely huge matches! Ace Anderson: I think Sadistic's attitude struck a nerve with Foley here tonight! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic's in for a rough couple of shows, that's for sure! Sadistic charges at Foley now, who steps back. Security is suddenly in the ring. They grab Sadistic, trying desperately to keep him away from Frank Foley. Grimm, Stormm and Showtime jump into the ring and... - CLICK -

Tuesday September 8th, 2015

Trauma hits the airwaves with a shot of the outside of the arena. Frank Foley is seen walking from his car into the building. Shane Dodge rushes over to him to try to get an interview, but Foley doesn't even acknowledge him. Foley walks into the building with Shane right behind him. Foley passes through a door to the arena, allowing the door to slam in Dodge's face.

Dodge tries to follow, but PCW security guards stand in his way.

"Mr. Foley isn't taking any questions right now. He has a lot of work to do."

With that, the shot cuts back to the arena where Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are behind the announce desk and ready to start the show!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and what a show we have for you tonight!

Ace Anderson: Eira has been reinstated by Frank Foley and she's going to face off against Sadistic one-on-one for the PCW World Championship!

Jerry Andrews: But in what type of match?

Ace Anderson: Sadistic clearly struck a nerve with Foley last week, causing Foley not just to reinstate Eira and give her this match, but he's allowing her to choose the stipulation!

Jerry Andrews: This puts Sadistic at a HUGE disadvantage as no one knows what type of match they will be competing in - except Eira!

Ace Anderson: Or at least those who know are very, very good at keeping a secret! Either way, we hope to get those details to you as soon as possible tonight. But, we've also got a jam packed card for you ton....

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out.

*STOMP*CLAP*STOMP*CLAP*

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

The crowd is heard booing, expecting to see the Black Hand arrive in the ring. Instead, nothing.

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure what's going on here. That's the Black Hand's music but....

Ace Anderson: Wait... what the hell!?

The lights are still out. No one knows what's going on, but Ace Anderson clearly noticed something. The music stops. All that is heard is the murmurs of the crowd. And then, light. Fire. Two words.

The lights come back on. The canvas of the ring has been stained with black paint. The mats at ringside have been stained with black paint. the announce table, the entrance way, everything has been stained with black paint. The two words burn in flames right near the entrance to the arena. And then, the shot fades to black.

As the show returns, things are somewhat back to normal. The ring crew has tried to clean up as much of the black paint as possible, but a lot of it still remains.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and that disruption was obviously the work of the Black Hand. But we have no idea what they were trying to say.

Ace Anderson: I think I know. I think they wanted everyone - especially Frank Foley - to know that they're still in charge here and that Foley is playing a dangerous game.

Jerry Andrews: He's trying to run the company!

Ace Anderson: Believe me, I know that! But the Black Hand doesn't like it and they're going to try to destroy him now that he's stood up to them.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we still have a show to do here, right?

Ace Anderson: That we do! And the competitors are already in the ring!

Fourway Match for the Underground Title
Judge (Underground ©) vs Bubba Reece vs Braddock vs High Tide
Referee: Ty Little

Before the match officially starts Judge is on the microphone offering his opponents a free first shot at him, they must simply win a coin toss!

Jerry Andrews: This is a odd way to start a match!

Judge points at High Tide and Bubba to begin. He reaches into his pocket searching for a coin when suddenly he kicks Tide in the balls, he lands a haymaker solid on the chin of Bubba, and with his elbow connects with the nose of Braddock! Judge doesn't stop there he presses the attack on Braddock with a volley of lefts and rights backing him back into the corner. The stunned Braddock is then lifted with a quick snap suplex. The Underground champ is back to his feet removing a set of brass knuckles! He nods to the official to call for the bell.

Ace Anderson: Well... that should have been expected.

Tide and Bubba are trading blows while Judge is tied up with a already bleeding Braddock, a kick to Judge's midsection Braddock gains the upper hand landing heavy forearms on Judge's face.

Tide has gained the upper hand with Bubba when he runs up to the second turn buckle performing a round house kick that drops Bubba. Tide goes for a pin..

1..

2...

Bubba kicks out at 2. Tide picks Bubba up whipping him into the ropes but Bubba comes back with a drop kick that knocks Tide into the ropes. Braddock is blocking punches from a aggressive Judge. Tide is also agressive with Bubba when Bubba and Braddock come together back to back in the center of the ring. A quick glance at each other over their shoulders they square off with their counter parts fighting them both into a corner. Once Judge and Tide are in the corner the two men suddenly run at opposite directions both leaping into their opponents with knees! They share the glory and return to fighting.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Braddock and Bubba are working together.

Jerry Andrews: How long will it last though?

Ace Anderson: They'd be smart to work together on the champion and former champion.

Bubba is working over Judge with a handful of hair landing jabs after the tenth one he let go of Judge and he fell nose bleeding. Pulling the big man back to his feet he tries to whip him into the corner but a quick reverse sends Bubba into the ropes as he comes back Judge is bent over, but Bubba leaps over Judge into the ropes again, and as he comes back Judge catches him by the neck with both hands lifting him into the air. Bubba kicks and squirms but Judge ends it with a sit out choke slam. Judge escapes out of the ring and goes quickly to grab a steel chair as he goes to climb the ring apron Bubba meets him with a spear through the ropes both men crashing outside!

Inside the ring High Tide is on the top rope leaping at a stunned Braddock with a missle drop kick. On his feet at the same time as Braddock they tie up Braddock gaining the upper hand by kicking Tide in the inside of his leg and Tide is thrown over the mans head with a belly to belly suplex.

Braddock gorilla presses High Tide and walks towards the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve seen this before!

Ace Anderson: He’s not going to throw him into the crowd this time. He’s got Judge and Bubba in mind.

Indeed Braddock does as he tosses High Tide down onto the men as they brawl at ringside. Not satisfied just yet he steps onto the apron and sizes up the Underground Champion where he lies on the floor near the base of the ramp, nearly ten feet from the ring. Braddock gets a running start and leaps and connects with the Cactus Diving Elbow, leaving all four men down on the floor.

Jerry Andrews: My God! How did he do that?

Ace Andrews: You got me.

Braddock is up but from the crowd comes Jury a bat in hand, he uses it to take Braddocks feet from under him!

Ace Anderson: That guy is a sneaky devil!

Jerry Andrews: Hey just a little pay back is all.

Jury is about to swing when Bubba leaps off of Judge's back steel chair high above his head and connects with alarming velocity to Jury's head! The man drops like a ton of bricks. Judge is up but brough back down by Bubba and his chair. Bubba helps Braddock up then pushes Braddock out of the way as Tide comes charging behind, tossing the chair Tide catches it only for Braddock and Bubba to take him down with a double clothes line!

The two men themselves go under the ring both producing ladders which they quickly set up. They get Judge to his feet taking turns punching the man in the face until he his beat down to his knees. Both men begin to climb their ladders but as Bubba gets his footing High Tide runs at the ladder knocking it over!

Jerry Andrews: Look out he's coming down on our...

Bubba crashes into the announcer table! The ladder falls across the other ladder in which Tide takes a couple steps back before running up the ladder clotheslining Braddock off! High Tide can't stop his momentum and both men fall into the crowd. Judge finally gets up going for Bubba who has got to all fours picking him up tossing him back into the ring. Jury is up again and joins his parnter under the ring where they bring out a thing of glass panes that sit on top and on the bottom of cinder blocks sliding it into the ring before Jury takes off back through the crowd.

Judge goes to reenter the ring and is met with a kick to the face from Bubba. He continues the attack with a jumping clothesline. Picking him up Judge elbows his gut and with speed picks Bubba up in his finisher "Judge's Call". He steps up on the glass contraption and delivers the fatal blow!

Glass explodes on both of them! Judge goes to make the pin..

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2...

CRACK!

Braddock ends the count with a bat swing like a golf club to the side of Judge's head. Helping Bubba up, Braddock gets Judge into a powerbomb while Bubba goes up top missile drop kicking Judge the same time Braddock powerbombs Judge! With his legs up Braddock attemps a pin..

1..

Bubba seeing this kicks Braddock in the face breaking the count. Braddock jumps up his lip bleeding squares up with Bubba, the two exchange words and neither man notices High Tide sliding into the ring a bat wrapped in barb wire in hand.

Jerry Andrews: We're back finally! Where do the weapons come from Ace!?

Ace Anderson: I haven't the slightest clue Jerry but I love it.

High Tide connects the barbs of the bat in Bubbas back but when he goes to swing back the bat stays remaining in Bubbas back! Braddock goes at Tide but the crafty pirate holds up a finger while pulling out a bottle marked rum, he takes a swig which confuses Braddock, and after the swig Tide laughs before smashing the bottle across the mans face. Tide runs at the ropes and comes back at Braddock jumping onto his shoulders and takes the man down with a twist to his head. He hooks the leg...

1...

2....

Judge breaks the pin at the last second. Bubba tackles him down to the mat, leaving Judge in prime position for Braddock who quickly scales the turnbuckle. Bubba hit the ropes, unaware Braddock was on the top rope, and the jostle causes Braddock to slip and land on the top turnbuckle. Bubba continues across the ring where he dives over the top and takes down High Tide with a picture perfect cross body.

Jerry Andrews: Judge is on his feet!


Judge lumbers over to Braddock and delivers a couple shots to the back of his head before hoisting him onto his shoulders. It takes some jostling but manages to get him into position for God’s Call.

Jerry Andrews: He hits it![/i]

Judge goes for the cover:
1...
2....
3!!!

Jerry Andrews: Judge retains after an all-out war once again.

Judge rolls out of the ring and retrieves his belt. Bubba is back in the ring and he argues with the ref.

Winner: Judge by pinfall @ 15:31

Bubba walks over to the ropes and begins yelling at Judge, telling him he’s still coming for the belt, while Braddock makes it to his feet.

Warnock: Braddock! Bubba hit the ropes on purpose! He did it on purpose! He’s the reason you lost!

Braddock attacks Bubba from behind with a chopblock to Bubba’s left knee and quickly locks in Scream for Me. Bubba pounds the mat and bellows in pain but Braddock refuses to release the hold. The ref tries to pry the hold apart to no avail as Braddock continues to wrench on the leg for a moment longer before releasing the hold and rolling out of the ring. Referee Ty Little checks on Bubba while a grinning Warnock Waldgrave leads his client to the back.

The most familiar sound of someone whistling has filled the arena. The crowd stands on their feet and nearly blows off the top of the roof of the place when they realize who’s about to walk out. “Engel” (English Version) by Rammstein is now being played as Loco comes walking out, each step to the beat of his theme. The crowd noise grows louder as they see him standing on the stage, with his hands on his hips, smiling and taking in the crowd. He can’t believe the love that they are showing him as he shakes his head and makes his way down the ramp. Loco begins to tag the hands of the fans as he makes his way down the aisle and climbs the steel steps. Loco pauses once he makes it onto the apron and then turns back and looks down and points at the steps and says “”, he laughs to himself and makes his way into the ring as “Engel” slowly fades out. Loco stands in amazement, as a LOOOOCOOOO chant goes out. He is handed a microphone.

Loco: Thank You all, it is really great to be addressing you all once again. So you all know why I am here live in front of you. There have been some things said about yours truly and my tag team partner….

{Loco had to stop as a repeated JASON WILLARD!!!! clap chant started up and then died out after Loco took a minute to continue.}

Loco: And you all know me and when it comes to people talking about me and not getting the facts right, they are known as pulling a Stu. And for those of you who are new to the game, I shall give you a little bit of a back story. When you got your facts wrong back in my home federation, it was called “pulling a BJ” at first, due to a guy named BJ who always got his facts wrong. Then he started to get them right and then a guy named Stu came in there and started to do what BJ did, so it was officially changed to pulling a Stu. And now here in Pure Class Wrestling, we have another case of it. Or two whichever way that you want to split hairs. There have been some problems that Tha Alliance has faced back in the past that has left us to depart Pure Class Wrestling. An injury on Jase’s part, an injury on my part, lack of contract negotiations for the most part, poor management like Havoc Inc. for one. But Grimm, don’t ever think that Tha UnHoly Alliance left because things didn’t work out for us. I mean after all, we are two time Pure Class Wrestling Tag Team Champions and we were undefeated for eleven years, spanning in several different federations. Not even the little Henry Pepper boxes….I mean Dillinger’s can come close to saying that.

Loco smiles as the crowd laughs at the showing of how small a pepper box gun is and how you needed to be fairly close to hurt a person with one if it wasn’t a clear shot to the face.

Loco- Then there is Stormm, much like when a storm comes, it goes just as fast as it came and that seems to be what is going on in the mind of Justin. You see pal, you didn’t bring Tha UnHoly Alliance to Pure Class Wrestling four years ago. You may have brought us BACK, but we were here loooooong before you were even considered a stepping stone around here. You claim that we tried to ride the coattails of you? Need I remind you just who it was that tapped out during that War Games match? Why, it was the same person who just lost his last tag team match….TO A ROLL UP!!!!

Loco smirks as a chant of “FRUIT ROLL UP” fills the arena.

Loco: Look here Stormmie, Tha Alliance never needed your help for anything, we were already an established team here in Pure Class Wrestling and had already won two tag team championships before you came crawling to us to help you stop your losing streak here four years ago. And now look at you, you crossed us again and I’ll be damned if history isn’t repeating itself once again. We have our Legacy, The UnHoly Alliance only has come back to give our fans what they wanted and that is one more run and now we have to give them something else and that is the eradication of The Black Hand. That is what we will do, by hook or by crook. We have the International Champion fighting along at our side and there is no doubt that we will fight with him till there is no more Black Hand in sight. A TODA MADRE, O UN DIS MADRE!!!!!

Loco tosses the microphone to a ring lackey below and exits the rings as “Engel” begins to play while he is making his way to the backstage area.

"The following is a six-person tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing the (un)Stable at a combined weight of 427 pounds..."

"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment shatters the airwaves. As the siren blares and the drum and bass merge, out steps the first of the competitors.

"Tyrone 'Crazy Boy' Smith and Alexa Black! They are Crazy Power!"

CB and Alexa look sternly focused, each psyching the other up for this match as they make their way to the ring.

"And their tag team partner, weighing in at 195 pounds, The Lunatic!"

"Noboby's Real," by Powerman 5000 starts, as the excited fans get to their feet. Looney comes hopping out without his straightjacket, his eyes never leaving Alexa for a second as he makes his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Lunatic seems to be in some sort of puppy love with Alexa.

Ace Anderson: Let's hope the litter is stillborn for the sake of humanity.

"Their opponents, weighing in at a combined 380 pounds, they are the Tag Team Champions, Psychadelica!"

"Madness," by Muse soothes through the P.A. system, accompanied by pink and lime green flashing lights ebbing up to the entrance as Nathan and Kelli pop through the curtain. Even though they stand by each other's side, the tension between the two can be felt as they parade down to the ring.

"And their partner, hailing from the Outer Reaches of Space, weighing in at 199 pounds, Derek Cosmos!"

"Galactic," by New Nobility sends the peanut gallery into a frenzy as Derek blasts into view to an approving audience. He slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring.

Six-Person Tag Team Match
Crazy Power [Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith & Alexa Black] & Lunatic vs Derek Cosmos, & Psychedelica ["Dollface" Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti] (Tag Team ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale

With all six competitors in the ring, Nigel signals for the bell. It looks like Derek and Lunatic are going to start things off. Both men, almost equal in size, come nose-to-nose in the center of the ring as Lunatic gives Cosmos a verbal bashing. After some comical exchanges of "Fine!" and "Fine!", they part and begin to circle before Lunatic... starts doing the robot? Herbie Hancock's "Rockit" blasts over the intercom as Lunatic does a very passable dance before giving the floor to Cosmos. Looney climbs the turnbuckles to observe as Cosmos shows off some pretty good moves of his own.

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

Ace Anderson: Um, it looks like a dance off?

Derek drops down and begins doing "the worm" in a circle around the ring. He doesn't see that Lunatic has climbed to the top turnbuckle. Looney leaps, splashing a distracted and prone Cosmos with a loud "Woo Hoo!" Derek clutches his squashed midsection as Lunatic drags him to his corner, tagging Crazy Boy in.

Jerry Andrews: I'm surprised he didn't tag Alexa in.

Ace Anderson: He probably wants some alone time with her.

Crazy Boy give Derek a proper stomping before Lunatic lets go and exits the ring. CB gathers Cosmos, whipping him into a neutral corner and chasing right behind him with an elbow smash. Derek wilts to the mat. His respite doesn't last long before Crazy Boy yanks him to his feet and whips him to the opposite corner. Tyrone charges in right behind him...

Jerry Andrews: No one home!

Derek scoots out of the way just before impact. He smugly points to his head, laughing and nodding, to show he outsmarted CB. Then he turns around.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy does not look happy.

Derek twiddles his fingers, a panicked look on his face, just before beating a hasty retreat out of the ring. Smith gives chase as the Benny Hill theme ensues. Around and through the ring, the chase goes for a few seconds. Finally, back in the squared circle, Derek continues to outrun Smith, but he's not paying attention. Getting too close to enemy territory, he catches a face full of boot as Lunatic leaps over the ropes from one side of the corner to the other. Looney coos at Alexa, hugging her arm and leaning on her. Alexa looks disgusted as she repossesses her limb and puts space between her and a lovelorn Looney.

CB sends Cosmos to the ropes, punishing him with a power slam. Smith picks his opponent up again, setting him up for a scissor kick. Tyrone sends Cosmos to no man's land, following up with a splash. He tags in Alexa. She introduces herself into the match with a flurry of stomps to the midsection of the already fallen Cosmos. Alexa gets a sadistic (uncopywritten) smile on her face as she glowers at Kelli. Motioning for Kelli to get into the ring, Alexa sends Cosmos to his own corner. Kelli gets the hot tag and whips Alexa into the corner and follows up with a corner clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: She got the tag and here she comes!

Ace Anderson: Kelli had better think this one through. Alexa wants to hurt her.

A very unsure Kelli finally ties up with Alexa in the center, but the brutish Amazon sends Kelli skidding on her butt cheeks across the ring. Kelli musters the courage to stand up and confront her tormentor. Alexa puts the bad-mouth on the Candy Girl as Dollface gathers her inner strength with a sneer of her own. Nathan motions for Kelli to come to her corner as he whispers something in her ear. Kelli nods in agreement before returning her attention to Alexa. The women come together to tie up again, but just before they connect, Kelli drops down with a drop toe hold, sending Alexa to kiss the mat. Kelli grabs the leg, twining it painfully as she arches her back and cups her hands under Alexa's chin.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is in trouble!

The more powerful Alexa strains against the hold, creeping her way to the ropes as the zebra insists on asking her if she gives up. She continues to answer in the negative as she finally makes it to the ropes for the break! Nigel gives Kelli the count to release the hold. She caves at the four mark, standing quickly to her feet. Kelli pulls up her quarry, sending the psychotic woman to a neutral corner. The crowd cheers and Kelli surges on, splashing Alexa in the turnbuckles. Alexa staggers out and stumbles forward as Kelli climbs to top rope.

Ace Anderson: Kelli up high and waiting to strike!

She waits till Alexa turns and leaps off with a high cross-body but Alexa is ready for her and catches her mid-air!

Ace Anderson: Uh oh Kelli got caught. Alexa's got her in a vulnerable position here!

Jerry Andrews: This is where Alexa's strength come in to play. She isn't like most women. Her almost superhuman strength is one of her most dangerous weapons in that ring.

Ace Anderson: That and her psychotic and deranged mind. This woman is truly frightening. I don't know why anyone would want to anything to do with her. But she is part of the (un)Stable... I don't know what Nathan sees in her.

Jerry Andrews: Whatever it is she seems to fit in with the rest of the group well.

Alexa hauls Kelli onto her shoulders and looks directly at Nathan before driving her into the mat head first with a sickening thud as she connects with the Black Widow.

Ace Anderson: Alexa hits The Black Widow! That's it it's over!

Alexa looks down at the barely conscious Kelli but doesn't pin her. She just continues staring.

Jerry Andrews: Why isn't she pinning her?

She picks Kelli up and puts her back into position on her shoulders for another Black Widow.

Ace Anderson: Oh god no! Not another one! You'll break her neck!

Nathan quickly steps in and tries to convince Alexa to let her go the two have a heated argument. Neither person is giving in. After a minute or so, the argument ends. Alexa drops Kelli like a bad habit and shoves Nathan violently onto the mat before leaving the ring.

Ace Anderson: What the hell was that about?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea. But Alexa is leaving the ring and the ringside area heading backstage.

Orin and Lashawnda exchange confused looks and rush to intercept before she reaches backstage. Orin does his best to calm Alexa down. In the meantime, the ref has started to count her out of the ring.

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2...

3...

Nathan uses the time and distraction to pull Kelli to their corner. He whistles to get the ref's attention after stepping out long enough to make the tag. Nigel signifies the legal tag and returns his attention to Alexa. Nathan joins the ref in the count, taunting Alexa as well.

1...

2...

Nathan: Now's your chance, Miss Black!

3...

Alexa's blood begins to boil.

4...

5...

Nathan: If I'm so horrible, come teach me a lesson.

6...

Orin nods and LaShawnda pats Alexa on the back in frenzied approval.

7...

Nathan: It's perfectly fine. Show me what you're made of!

8...

Alexa rushes back into the ring at the count of nine, sliding in like a runner at home plate. The fresh Nathan and the Amazon trade fists. Finally, Alexa ducks under one of Nathan's swings, catching him in a full nelson face-buster! Without hesitation, Alexa does her own version of the dub-step, stomping the ever-loving crap out of Nathan sans music and the desire for rhythm. Gathering her fellow (un)Stable-mate, she whips him to the bad touch corner. Lunatic grabs Nathan's arms, holding him in place while Alexa repeatedly drives her shoulders into the Mystical Madman's solarplexus.

Finally having satisfied her issues with "management," she screams in Nathan's face as she tags in Crazy Boy. CB pulls Saniti from the corner, landing a scoop slam.

Jerry Andrews: Smith sure made that look effortless.

Tyrone picks up Saniti and sets him up... CRAZY SLAM!

The zebra drops for the cover. 1... 2... Kickout!

Crazy Boy looks a bit perplexed, but doesn't dwell on it long. Pulling Saniti to a vertical base, he kicks him in the belly, doubling him over. CB goes for a curb stomp...

Ace Anderson: Nathan barely escaped that one.

Thinking quickly, Saniti hits a belly-to-back suplex, laying both men prone in the ring as the ref counts.

1...

2...

CB is the first to stir as one half of the tag champs seems to be having an "off" night.

3...

Tyrone is up, not giving the ref the satisfaction of counting Saniti down and out. Smith sends Nathan hard into the neutral turnbuckles, hitting a dropkick for an exclamation point. Crazy Boy goes in for the kill, but gets met with a chop to the throat. Grasping his trachea, CB stumbles away as Nathan climbs up. Just as Smith turns around, Saniti flies off with a Will-o-wisp! Nathan quickly gathers a leg for a pin. 1... 2... NO!

Saniti drags CB to his corner, tagging in Cosmos. Derek whips CB to the ropes, greeting him with a single-leg drop kick. He charges to his feet, the fans cheering him the entire time, but it's short lived. Tyrone blasts Cosmos with an exploding English uppercut, reeling him back. Smith whips Cosmos to ropes, returning the favor with a spinebuster power slam. Tyrone pulls Derek to no man's land, tagging in Alexa. CB sets him up for a Crazy Slam as Alexa enters. CRAZY SLAM INTO A SPIDER'S BITE!

Ace Anderson: Double Whammy! This match is over!

Nigel drops to make the count as Alexa covers...

1...

2...

3!

"The winners of this match, the team of Crazy Power and the Lunatic!"

Winners: Crazy Power [Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith & Alexa Black] & Lunatic via pinfall - Alexa Black pins Derek Cosmos @ 19:23

Lunatic scampers into the ring, grabbing Alexa's hand and raising it. She and Crazy Boy give Looney the stare of death, but he remains oblivious. Finally, Alexa yanks her arm away from his grasp, kicking Lunatic square in the groin and hitting him with a sit-out powerbomb. As Crazy Boy leaves shaking his head, Alexa screeches at him to toss her a chair. Tyrone obliges, but finishes his stroll up the ramp alone.

Alexa lays the flat chair in the center of the ring, scooping Lunatic up in a double reverse chicken wing.

Jerry Andrews: What a display of power!

Ace Anderson: This won't end well.

SPIDER BITE! Alexa plants Looney face first onto the chair. He bounces up to a full standing position, glaring at her. Pointing a finger to the sky as if he's about to say something, he falls flat without a word, kissing the mat. Literally. Alexa twists her head this way and that before deciding she's finished and exits the ring.

The now unconscious Lunatic left bleeding in the ring, Alexa joins Orin and LaShawnda making their way up the ramp. About halfway to the locker rooms, Alexa stops dead and turns around. She stomps back to the ring, slides inside and rolls Lunatic out.

Jerry Andrews: What does this psycho have planned?

Ace Anderson: Why don't you go ask? I'll stay here.

Jerry Andrews: My hero.

Alexa picks up Looney like a sleeping child and resumes her retreat to the back.

Jerry Andrews: Is she smiling?

Ace Anderson: I... I'm scared, Jerry. She never smiles. Hold me.

Jerry Andrews: Don't you start. We'll be right back.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and there's an uncomfortable situation developing at ringside.

Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr was leaving the ring following her match when Grimm and Michael Wryght came out to the ring.

Kelli Starr is still at ringside, currently in the middle of an intense discussion. Grimm takes a step forward and Kelli instinctively steps back until she bumps into the ring apron. Grimm takes another step forward, decreasing the space between the two of them.

Jerry Andrews: I really don't think Grimm is just out here to talk...

Neither does Nathan Saniti, who rushes out to the ring to even up the sides.

Ace Anderson: Saniti's back!

Showtime cuts him off and the two begin battling it out. Saniti connects with a right hand, knocking Showtime over the guardrail and into the crowd! Saniti follows him, but Showtime drives his elbow into Saniti's stomach. He then grabs him and throws him into a pile of chairs that have thankfully been vacated by fans. Saniti stands up, but Showtime is back on him. The two continue to brawl, eventually disappearing from view.

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand isn't happy tonight and they're taking it out on everybody!

Back at ringside Kelli Starr is trying to reason with Grimm... but that isn't working out very well. Grimm reaches out and grabs her around the throat.

Ace Anderson: Wait!

Out of the crowd comes....

Jerry Andrews: JUSTIN KAARD!?

The crowd explodes as Kaard dives over the guardrail with a steel chair in hand! Grimm turns to face him, but Kaard clocks him with the chair! Security tries to restrain Kaard, but he tries to battle through them. Eventually, more security guards come out.

Jerry Andrews: Kaard came out of the crowd and made the save!

Ace Anderson: But he's not supposed to be here, so technically PCW security is doing their job but... LET THEM FIGHT!

Security drags Kaard away as the situation at ringside seems to return to normal. Security also takes Grimm away, allowing Kelli Starr to finally leave the ringside area.

Backstage, Warnock Waldgrave is standing next to his client, Braddock, who is sporting a stocking cap that has a patch with the word “Rotten” across the front on Ransom style lettering. Warnock looks sharp as ever in a crimson suit with matching shirt and black tie.

Warnock: Right now, I want to address Mister Showtime Michael Wryght. You and Braddock were both trained at the Monster Factory in Jersey and we admire the way you do business. Now, while you have the back of the Black Hand, which you are all surely as close as family, it is never a bad thing to have one more set of eyes watching your back.

What I’m trying to say is, if you could use our services, Braddock is available to you on your run for Commander in Chief of the free World. Like I said, the Black Hand already have your back but it never hurts have another man willing to help out should you need it….

Back at ringside, 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.

Sasha Green- 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.

Jerry Andrews: The legendary TUHA are out first.

Ace Anderson: Nice to see that Loco hasn’t resumed his boycott of PCW.

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

“N… C… M”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ace Anderson: NCM in another odd couple pairing this week, though historically this isn't the first time that he's teamed with these two.

Jerry Andrews: Opportunity makes for strange bedfellows in PCW, last week NCM got the chance to face the Black Hand with Gem and this week he gets that same opportunity with Loco and Willard. Last week he and Gem were the victors, this week, I'm not sure I like their chances.

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

Jerry Andrews: And the first member of The Black Hand makes their appearance.

Ace Anderson: Man, they'll let anyone join.

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

Sasha Greene - Introducing at this time...

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

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

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


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

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

Sasha Greene - The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

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

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

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

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

Jerry Andrews: All these years later and Grimm is still one of the scariest if not THE scariest thing in PCW. He's developed a mythos all of his own and he's earned every single bit of it.

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

Jerry Andrews: And there's the man who fancies himself the next President of the United States.

Ace Anderson: What do you mean fancies himself? Who's gonna stop him, Donald Trump? Bernie Sanders? Showtime has that office locked.

Six-Person Tag Team Match
Revelation [Grimm & Justin "Stormm" Michaels] & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs Tha UnHoly Alliance ["The Anarchist" Jason Willard & Johnny "Loco" Marquez] & Non Compos Mentis (International ©)
Referee: Eric Russo]

The bell rings and Loco finds himself across from Grimm. Loco turns to play to the crowd and is immediately flattened by Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: The veteran Loco making a decidedly rookie mistake taking his eyes off Grimm and the Hangtown Horror makes him pay for it.

Grimm drags Loco to his feet and whips him across the ring. Loco hits the turnbuckle as Grimm follows it up with vicious splash in the corner. A quick tag to Michaels and the "Force of Nature" is laying into Loco with quick stomps. Stormm drags Loco out of corner and raises him up, attempting a stalling suplex. Loco reverses it and brings Stormm headfirst into the mat with a DDT.

Ace Anderson: Quick thinking by Loco but has the damage already been done?

Loco rolls over and gets to his feet at the same time as Michaels, each man retreating to their respective corners to tag out. Both NCM and Jason Willard are reaching for the tag but it's The Anarchist that gets the tag while on the other side of the ring, Michaels tags in Showtime. The two men tie up in the middle of the ring. Showtime strikes first with a quick forearm to the face. Willard responds with a forearm of his own and before long the two men are trading shots in the middle of the ring.

A European uppercut gives Showtime the advantage as Willard staggers back. Before he can recover Showtime grabs him and spins him around, dropping him to the mat with hangman's neckbreaker. Showtime drags Willard back to his corner and tags out to Grimm. Grimm doesn't wait for his opponent to find his feet, instead he begins to drive knees into the ribs of Willard, each shot pushing him further and further into the corner. After several knees, Grimm reaches out and tags Michaels back in. Stormm pulls Willard up and grabs him around the waist. The Anarchist starts throwing elbows behind him, trying to fend Stormm off. It doesn't work as Stormm flips him over with a bridged German suplex.

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*KICKOUT*

Jerry Andrews: Our first pin attempt of the match off a beautifully executed German suplex.

Ace Anderson: It wasn't that beautiful, it didn't work.

Stormm rolls up and grabs Willard, slamming him back to the mat with another German Suplex. Micheal's drags his weary opponent back to his feet and sets him up for the Force of Nature. With Willard held, he looks over at Loco and NCM, taunting them before lifting Jason up, spinning, and dropping The Anarchist on his head and neck. Stormm goes for the cover.

1..

The pinning attempt is broken up as both Loco and NCM dive across the ring to make the save.

Jerry Andrews: That pin attempt barely got a one count before it was broken up

Ace Anderson: Good thing too, not many people kick out of a move like that.

Referee Eric Russo steps in and forces NCM and Loco back into their corner. Taking advantage of the Ref's turned back, Grimm and Showtime make their presence felt with a few quick stomps to the prone Jason Willard. Another quick tag and Showtime is back in the match. Showtime makes a point of laughing and delivering the occasional stomp as Willard crawls towards his corner. Willard reaches out and is inches away from tagging NCM before Showtime drags him away.

Jerry Andrews: Willard desperately needs to tag.

Ace Anderson: And Showtime desperately needs to finish this before it backfires on him.

Showtime drags Willard up by his hair but The Anarchist responds by firing shots into Showtime's midsection. Stunned by the sudden flurry of desperate offense, Showtime falls prey to Willard as the latter grabs the former and plants him with a clothesline. Willard, with renewed determination, scurries over to the corner and tags in Loco.

Ace Anderson: Non Compis Mentis looking visibly perturbed that he hasn't been in this match yet.

Loco charges in with a big boot that catches Showtime flush. As Showtime struggles back to his feet Loco races to the ropes and rebounds, looking for Da Loczter Special. Showtime cuts him off, catching Loco as he's in the air with a devastating European Uppercut. Loco falls to the mat as Showtime tags out to Stormm. Stormm comes in and lays into Loco with kicks and stomps as Da Loczter tries to defend himself. Finally he catches Stormms boot and shoves The Force of Nature off balance. With a desperate leap, Loco goes to tag out.

And comes up just short as Michaels catches him by the boot and pulls him back.

Jerry Andrews: So close for Loco.

Ace Anderson: If they don't get NCM into this match soon they can kiss any chance of winning goodbye.

Loco struggles back to a standing position, a feat made more difficult by the fact that Stormm still has a hold of one of his boots. Stormm smirks as Loco struggles to stay up but before he can say anything the smirk is wiped off his face by a jumping enziguri from Loco.

Ace Anderson: That's what happens when you take to long to capitalize.

With Stormm reeling Loco scrambles into his corner and with a leap tags in Non Compis Mentis.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man, business is picking up now.

Ace Anderson: I know, Jerry, insert wrestling cliche here!

Mentis charges in and tackles Stormm to the ground. It's all the Force of Nature can do as NCM rains down blow after blow. Referee Eric Russo finally pulls NCM off Stormm, but not wanting to lose the advantage, the International Champion drags Stormm to his feet. Still wobbly from the onslaught of punches, Stormm can't defent himself as NCM grabs him and plants him with "Back to Madness". NCM rolls Stormm over and goes for the cover.

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Showtime breaks it up!

Showtime pulls NCM to his feet and throws him to the ropes with an Irish Whip. NCM is able to reverse and as Showtime comes charging back, catches him with the Dum Dum Drop! The crowd goes nuts in support for the former king of the hobos as NCM pops to his feet and in a rare moment panders to the crowd. As Showtime rolls out of the ring, Stormm starts to stir and tries to push himself up into a sitting position. Seeing his opponent, NCM bounces off the ropes, completely missing the blind tag from Loco.

As NCM goes for the Psychotic Break he's cut off with a flying knee from Grimm that sends him sliding out of the ring. Grimm rolls out after him and returns to his corner. Loco takes advantage of the distraction and takes flight from the top rope, looking to brain Stormm with a flying double axe handle. Stormm see's him coming and kicks a foot up, letting Loco land jaw first on his boot.

Jerry Andrews: Was Stormm playing a little possum there?

Ace Anderson: It's definitely his style, and that's not a bad thing. Stormm knows you have to do whatever it takes to get the win.

Stormm staggers back to his corner and tags Grimm in. The Hangtown Horror grabs Loco and drags him back to the turnbuckle. Mounting the second turnbuckle with malicious intent, Grimm brings forth The Harvest and drives Loco's head into the mat. The Demon of Hangtown rolls over in a lax cover.

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Winners Revelation [Grimm & Justin "Stormm" Michaels] & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght - Grimm pins Loco @ 22:04

As Trauma returns, we are backstage where Shane Dodge is standing outside Frank Foley's office. He knocks on the door. No one answers. He knocks again. Still no answer. He waits a moment, and pretends to walk away. He then rushes back to the door and knocks again. Still no answer.

Jerry Andrews: You know, we're live. I'm sure Frank Foley is watching the show and can see Shane right now.

Ace Anderson: You have to give him credit for trying, don't you?

Jerry Andrews: Do I?

Ace Anderson: I guess not.

Jerry Andrews: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're about to take our final commercial break of the evening. When we return, Sadistic will defend his PCW World Championship against Eira.

Ace Anderson: The Black Hand seems to have been very determined tonight to show that they run things around here. But Eira can bring that all crashing down if she can win the World Title here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: If Eira can liberate that championship from the Black Hand, she'll significantly reduce their power. They know that having that championship means they have power in this company.

Ace Anderson: We've tried all night to find out the stipulation, but no one seems to know - or at least they're not telling us! But, in just a few minutes, we'll all find out. But first, a look at how we got here.

Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Return to Glory V September 14th 2014 Six Man Tag Team Match The Black Hand (Phinehas Grimm[©] /Billy Sadistic/’Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght) vs. Psychedelica (Nathan Saniti & ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr) & Eira The three members of the Black Hand now stand in the ring with Eira. Suddenly Billy Sadistic slides under the bottom ropes to the outside. He reaches under the ring and grabs a couple of steel chairs. He throws the chairs into the ring and slides back inside himself. Ace: No. Now THIS is too much! Billy Sadistic picks up the chairs. He throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Eira in place as Showtime places a chair around Eira’s neck and Sadistic places his around Eira’s left knee. Jerry: No! NO! Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. Jerry: Stop this! Suddenly, before any further damage can be done, Andy D rushes into the ring! He dives at Showtime, knocking him down from the top turnbuckle! Jerry: Andy D is here!? ANDY D IS HERE! The crowd cheers, but Andy D is unable to stop Billy Sadistic in time! He leaps off of the top ropes and comes crashing down on the chair... and one Eira’s left knee! The sickening pop is heard throughout the arena. Jerry: Oh my God... Ace: That sounded bad. Seeing and hearing the obvious injury, PCW medical personnel rush into the ring to attend to Eira as Grimm and Sadistic look on. __________ Deadly Intentions V November 30, 2014 (Murdoc is choking Sadistic out, Hellbent on revenge for Sadistic causing the miscarriage of Murdoc's child. With Sadistic's feet dangling in the air, Murdoc can be seen squeezing the throat tighter and tighter, but he lets go when he hears the familiar tune of, “Dystopic” by Poison Mist.) Jerry Andrews: WAIT! WAIT! It can't be! (The PCW Faithful are popping big, but even more so when from behind the entrance steps former PCW World Champion Eira!) Ace Anderson: It's Eira! It's Eira! Eira is here! What a night of surprises! I thought Eira's career was over at the hands of Sadistic. Jerry Andrews: She's here, Ace! The 2013 Deadly Rumble winner is here! And I have a feeling I know who she is going to go after. Ace Anderson: I don't know, Jerry. You heard Showtime earlier in the night speculate that Eira has pledged allegiance to The Black Hand. (Sadistic slithers to the nearest turnbuckle while Murdoc stands in the center of the ring, unflinching with stoic calm. Eira comes running down to the ring, her music cutting off when she slides in. Eira shares a long glance with Murdoc and then walks over to Sadistic and...hugs him?!) Jerry Andrews: What is going on here, Ace? Ace Anderson: I wish I could tell you, Jerry. I. Am. Shocked. (Murdoc can't believe it. The fans can't believe it. Eira and Sadistic release the embrace and the PCW Faithful are booing like crazy. Sadistic is laughing his ass off and looking smugly at Murdoc - until Eira kicks the expletive deleted out of him! And the place goes wild with cheers. Eira then walks over to Murdoc and embraces him. Murdoc flips his hair back, showing his face for practically the first time in forever and he and Eira kiss passionately. Again the fans cheer.) Ace Anderson: Murdoc was in on it the whole time! I knew there was no way Eira would side with the evil Sadistic. (Eira and Murdoc turn their collective attention back to Sadistic, and the duo begin stomping the proverbial mud hole on him. Sadistic tries to pull himself up by the ropes, but Eira hip-tosses him back to the mat before she and Murdoc continue on their attack.) __________ PCW Mass Destruction March 15, 2015 Sadistic slowly shakes the cobwebs/concussion symptoms from his head. He pulls Gem up and he rolls her into the ring. He follows her into the ring, with Michael Wryght not far behind. Grimm remains on the outside. He ducks under the ring and returns with a table. He slides that in. He then pulls out a chair and slides that it too. Then he grabs a broom. And a trash can. And another chair. And another. Jerry Andrews: Isn’t it enough that they have a three-on-one advantage right now!? Do they need to use weapons too!? Ace Anderson: Well, it is called ‘Complete Destruction,’ like it or not.... Gem tries to stand up, but she immediately taken down by Wryght. He starts to brutalize her with a series of right and left hands right to the face. Blood flies through the air. Jerry Andrews: This is sick. Just sick. Sadistic picks up the trash can just as Grimm enters the ring. Showtime and Grimm pull Gem up. Sadistic's face is filled with a kind of crazy rage. He runs at her and clocks her right in the face with the trash can. Ace Anderson: Gem has to be out cold. I can’t watch this much longer. Billy Sadistic smiles and he looks out at the crowd. He picks up two chairs. Sadistic throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Gem in place as Showtime places a chair around Gem’s neck and Sadistic places his around Gems’s right leg. Jerry Andrews: No! NO! STOP THIS! Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! A buzzer sounds. “Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. Jerry Andrews: EIRA! Eira spints down to the ring at full speed. She’s holding a steel chair of her own in her hands. The crowd is electric as she enters the cage.... but she’s too late. Snap. Crackle. Pop. Gem doesn’t even react. She’s unconscious. However, the mere act itself makes it obvious that she’s been seriously injured. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God..... Eira hits the ring. Grimm gets to her first. He dropped with a steel chair. Showtime is next. He suffers the same fate. Sadistic is dropped as well. The crowd is going ballistic as Eira drops each member of the Black Hand. __________ PCW Trauma April 28th, 2015 Eira: Sadistic is PCW's World Champion, right? Let's be honest with each other, he's hardly the first insufferable asshole that's held the belt. But let's take a closer look. Sure, Whitey Ford was a douchebag, but at least he had the balls to back up his claim to the gold. Sadistic, on the other hand? Have you seen him defend that belt even ONCE? Jerry Andrews: Well it's hardly HIS fault, he doesn't manage the booking. Ace Anderson: Still though, she has a point. Eira looks around, waiting for a moment before bringing the mic to her lips once more. "Neither have I. People might be quick to point out how fast I lost the World Championship when it was mine, but I also had to defend it at the Pay Per View immediately following the win! Sure, that's no excuse, and a loss is a loss - but where has Sadistic's turn been? Who is he that he gets to slide through on defending that belt for HOW many months now?! Taking a moment to compose herself amidst the noise of the crowd, Eira rakes a hand through her hair to brush it back from her face. Eira: Now, I'm not saying that Billy Sadistic is a slimy backwoods hillbilly who can't get the mud out of his ears to hear a direct challenge when he hears one, but - Eira is cut off mid sentence as a burst of feedback drowns out the mic and the arena lights begin to flicker. Clearly unimpressed, she rolls her eyes as the lights go dark and “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up. A percentage of the crowd stomps and clamps along, but mostly they just boo. *STOMP!* *CLAP!* *STOMP!* *CLAP!* PCW's Phenom appears from the back with a heinous grin upon a heinous face. No, he's not an extra from House of 1,000 Corpses. Or Deliverance. He's PCW's World Champion and he's come in response to his arch-nemesis, Eira. Jerry Andrews: Well, well, well. Ask and you shall receive. Sadistic makes his way down the aisle and into the ring dragging the championship belt along like an old blanket. The lights resume as he enters the ring and approaches Eira with a grin on his face. His salt and pepper hair and beard are as wild as his genuine green eyes. Retrieving a microphone from a ring assistant, he raises it to his mouth as the music cuts out. The booing persists until Sadistic speaks. Sadistic: ... You don't like me, do you? The question is rhetorical. Quite rhetorical, but humorous to Sadistic as he lets out a chuckle. Sadistic: Don't answer that. Because this goes far beyond likes and dislikes. You HATE me. That's okay, because I hate you, too. Gem is annoying, sure. I dislike her, sure. But not like I...HATE...you. And leave it to someone as gutless as you to pull a stunt like this. I get it, I get it. I really do. You can't beat me in the ring because you, my trollop, are a loser. You've lost to me. You've lost your lover and life partner. You've lost any friend you've ever had. And you've lost your *cough* child. ... Special Referee Singles Match Gem vs Eira Referee: Sadistic Sadistic staggers around with Gem on his back trying to fight her off, but she's tenacious. The Phenom reaches the ropes...but there's no referee to break the hold! How ironic! In a flash, Eira is back in the ring holding her spiked knee brace and she charges! She aims for Sadistic's head, but he ducks down and Eira catches Gem across the side of the head with a glancing blow that causes her to release the hold. If it was an accident, Eira doesn't seem remorseful. Instead, she waits for Sadistic to turn around and then lays him out with a sickening blow to the forehead! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is down! Gem is up...and Gem is down, too! Eira clobbers her with the knee brace and she's dropped right beside Sadistic. The crowd isn't sure how to react but Eira's made it abundantly clear that there will be no allies at Living a Legacy. __________ PCW Living a Legacy VII Sunday May 24th, 2015 Eira hits the canvas hard. Sadistic pulls the chair off of his leg and stands up. Eira gets up... and she’s wiped out with a chairshot from Sadistic. He throws the chair out of the ring as the referee starts to come to. Sadistic with a cover. Ed Lane crawls over...... he starts to count: 1..... 2...... Jerry Andrews: And Eira kicks out! Ace Anderson: How is that possible!? Sadistic stands up.... and Gem drops him with a big spin kick to the face! He falls to the mat and rolls to the safety of the outside. Gem is dazed from blood loss, but she turns to face Eira who is also wearing a crimson mask and slowly getting up to one knee. Gem jumps at her.... and hits a shining wizard! Jerry Andrews: The Shine! Gem collapses to the mat, unable to make the cover. By the time she gets to her feet, Eira is pulling herself up as well. Gem grabs her.... Ace Anderson: WHAT DREAMS MAY COME! Jerry Andrews: She hit it! Ace Anderson: The cover! 1.... 2.... 3!!!!! “Eira has been eliminated.” The crowd has a mixed reaction as they are happy for Gem, but upset that Eira is out of this match. __________ PCW Return to Glory VI Sunday August 9th, 2015 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. .... 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!

Jerry Andrews: Well, folks... we're back.

Ace Anderson: And... wow.... coming up next is Eira versus Sadistic for the PCW World Championship and we're being told that the match is a.... "Heaven Versus Hell Cathedral Grudge Match...."?

Jerry Andrews: Your guess is as good as mine, Ace.

Singles Match for the PCW World Championship
HEAVEN VS HELL CATHEDRAL GRUDGE MATCH
Sadistic (World ©) vs Eira (North American ©)
Referee: ???

Ace Anderson: This... this is a MATCH. As just announced, Eira has chosen the venue and match stipulations of her shot at Sadistic’s World Championship Title!

Jerry Andrews: I still can’t quite wrap my head around it. She couldn’t have let him know a bit earlier to prepare? I mean, the brass MUST have known, and no one told him? Or us???

Ace Anderson: Well, we have no way of knowing whether or not he knew, you know?

Jerry Andrews: ...yes? Anyway, we’ll be limited to broadcast for this match, but like we saw at the Junkyard Brawl between Murdoc and NCM at Mass Destruction IV it certainly won’t limit the intensity!

Ace Anderson: I’m just wondering who the hell the ref is gonna be - it’s down to the wire and no one’s picked the zebra!

In the PCW Arena, Sasha Greene steps into the ring with a microphone, her voice ringing out over the sound system.

“Tonight’s match is set for one fall, with no disqualifications and no time limit! Owing to the brutal nature of the match, viewer discretion IS advised, and Pure Class Wrestling cannot be held liable for any mental or emotional disturbances.”

The warlike chanting of "Death" by Demon Hunter marches out of the PCW loudspeakers as the arena lighting goes dark. The video pan over the crowd to catch the flashes of cameras lighting up the darkness with star(r)like bursts of light before the feed switches over to an aerial view of what might once have been a beautiful basilica. As it is now, the cobwebbed pews battle for the honor of most decayed with crumbling stone and the timeworn damage of the massive wooden cross at the pulpit. The camera view zooms in at various points, as though the vid techs were taking the hardware through its paces one final time before the match begins.

Jerry Andrews: That looks even better than it did for the Junkyard Brawl!

Ace Anderson: My understanding was that with more infrastructure in place and a smaller area to record, the techs were able to rig up a fairly comprehensive remote system.

Jerry Andrews: Got the view, where’s the competitors?

Ace Anderson: Expecting the usual entrances? No real room for pyros here, bud.

Jerry Andrews: Well no, but -

*CLANG*

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is that?!

Ace Anderson: Church bell?

*CLANG*

Jerry Andrews: Has to be.

*CLANG*

With the third peal of the bell, the sound of heavy wooden doors being thrown open carries over the sound system, the aerial view showing Sadistic’s wild salt-and-pepper tangles and Eira’s silvery mane slowly approaching each other. As they draw near, the cameras shift to a more horizontal view.

“Introducing first… billing from Hangtown, Kentucky; weighing in at 6’1” and 231lbs…”

Scanning first over Sadistic’s customary cargo pants and stained tank top, the lines of age on his face adding a crueler, rather than more vulnerable cast to his features. His unsettling antifreeze eyes glare across the intervening space towards his opponent.

“YOUR PCW World Champion… BILLY SADISTIC!”

The crowd goes wild with a mix of boos and cheers for the Black Hand member in this match, largely considered to be the leader of the crew. Sasha Greene takes a moment for the fans to quiet before continuing her introductory remarks.

“And the challenger… billing from parts unknown; weighing in at 5'9” and 160lbs…”

The feed then moves to Eira, clad as usual in black leather, left leg adorned with her metal spiked knee brace. Stretching nonchalantly, she affects unconcern but her fiery amber gaze remains locked on Sadistic.

“YOUR PCW North American Champion… EIRA!”

Ace Anderson: Looks like both competitors are here and the match is ready to go, but -

Jerry Andrews: - we’re STILL without a referee!

With those words a figure looms out of the darkness, priest’s cassock fitting closely to his massive chest before flowing down towards the floor, a draping hood obscuring his identity in shadows.

Jerry Andrews: A PRIEST!?

Ace Anderson: Looks bigger than any priest I’ve ever seen.

Jerry Andrews: You don’t suppose it’s -

Ace Anderson: There’s no way... is there?

The… referee? Holds his hands out in a “stop” sign to each competitor, waiting for some unseen sign. Seconds later, another heavy clang of the bell rings out through the space and his hands drop, the huge man stepping back out of the way - and the match begins!

Sadistic lunges in with a mean right hook - while at the same time Eira drops down for a leg sweep! Hitting her mark, she’s instantly the aggressor with the big man down, grabbing Sadistic by the hair and pulling him up - only to have him make contact with the punch! Eira recoils at the impact, Sadistic rushing forward, Eira’s quick reflexes and acrobating training enabling her to leap straight up into the air and grab the overhang of the choir pit - and swing her feet directly into Sadistic with a double kick to the face! Eira drops, catlike to the floor, her dark chuckle filtering through the audio as she watches Sadistic struggle to keep his feet. Staggering back, Billy’s pinwheeling arms grab at a nearby pew for purchase - the wood breaking off in his hand with a great, splintering crack! Scrambling, he rights himself with the giant slab of wood in hand, adjusting his grip and -

Ace Anderson: OUCH!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic just went Happy Gilmore on Eira with a piece of church!

Eira goes down hard at the inevitable conclusion of being broadsided with a plane of solid oak, immobile amongst the rubble as Sadistic’s boots crunch towards her. Reaching down he grabs a fistfil of bloodying, silvery white hair, bodily dragging her up the nave towards the altar in the center of the sanctuary. With a savage jerk he hauls her up in both arms, lifting her above his head and letting her drop onto the unyielding surface below, the sensitive audio equipment catching Sadistic’s muttering.

“Flat on your back, stone altar, crumbling cathedral? I bet you’re just LOVING this. Let’s see if I can make it even better for you…”

Sadistic rubs his hands together in anticipatory joy then runs them down her body just a hairsbreadth from physical touch… slowing as he reaches her abdomen… and drops a vicious elbow into her lower belly! Eira’s shriek rings out through the Arena, her body curling in around itself as she promptly retches over the side of the stone slab. Blood trickles down her face in rivulets from a wound somewhere near her hairline, the crimson liquid coloring her light hair to nightmarish effect.

Jerry Andrews: That was uncalled for.

Ace Anderson: I know these two hate each other but… that was needlessly cruel.

Sadistic’s cackle of glee is harsh over the audio feed, the heavy thud of Eira hitting the marble floor a disturbing counterpoint to the raucous noise. The referee hovers close by, watching the proceedings without interjecting the one way or the other as Sadistic rounds the altar, reaching down again - only to be met with a kick to the side of the head!

Jerry Andrews: She was playing possum!

Ace Anderson: Or came to at EXACTLY the right second.

Sadistic goes reeling, Eira scrambling to her feet and going immediately in on the attack! Kicks and jabs flying, she badgers Sadistic towards the entryway - then grabs his arm in an irish whip and slings him around back towards the sanctuary! Sadistic gets in a headlock, Eira managing to slip free with a few well aimed (but usually illegal) knee strikes. Jacking his arm up and back in a high angle armbar, she leverages him around and shoves him hard towards the jagged baptismal font - following up with a quick and heavy dropkick, a roar of pain echoing in waves through the vaulted ceiling space!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD!

Ace Anderson: What the F - *beep*

Eira nods in pleased satisfaction, the dark stain on Sadistic’s shirt quickly growing as he hangs, impaled through his chest on the font’s broken stone cross - just a bit too high and a bit too far to the right for center mass! The North American Champion keeps a light hold on his throat as her stare tracks the approaching referee, keeping her stare trained on the referee, unable to see Sadistic’s eyes brightening in the gloom - her attention jerked back to him as an inhuman howl bursts forth from his throat as he tears himself down!

Eira stumbles back, horrified rage carved deep into her features, blood pouring from Sadistic’s chest but still he stands.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?”

With the screamed question she launches herself at Sadistic, all training forgotten as she unloads with everything she has, powered by pure fury. Sadistic manages to block many of the strikes, but many more find their mark, the large man weakening, dropping to one knee…

Ace Anderson: This is it! She’s doing it!

...only to surge upward from the floor, shoulder up under Eira’s midsection, running straight towards the wall in a charging fireman’s carry! Crushing her between the wall and his sheer mass, Sadistic lets her drop only to haul her up by the throat and slam her into the wall once - twice - THREE TIMES before letting her drop once more! Weaving on his feet, the blood loss beginning to take effect, Sadistic fumbling hand grabs her one more time, pulling her up and -

Jerry Andrews: SADISTIC DDT!

- he BLASTS her into the floor with his trademark, devastating DDT finisher! He drops to his knees, crossing Eira’s arms over her chest and collapsing on top of her, the robed referee gliding forward to make a count with his fingers, a toll of the bell answering each count.

…*CLANG*

…*CLANG*

…

…*CLANG*

Winner & Retaining Champion: Sadistic World © via Pinfall

Sadistic rolls off the still unresponsive Eira, going so far as to weakly shove her away in apparent disgust. His head falls back against the font with a hollow *thock*, near senseless, while the referee remains on one knee at Eira’s side. Brushing her bloodstained hair away from her face, he scoops her up in his arms, cradling her close and exiting the church with a calmly inexorable stride.

The lights come up as the PCW Tron switches back to the Arena proper, Sasha Greene bringing the mic up for the official announcement:

“Winner, and still YOUR Pure Class Wrestling World Champion - BILLY SADISTIC!”

Ace Anderson: I really think that referee was -

Jerry Andrews: I just hope whoever it is decides to take her to the hospital. We should have had medics on standby!

Ace Anderson: They all refused after seeing what happened - and what nearly happened - at the Junkyard Brawl. They wouldn’t even leave the PCW Arena for triple pay!

Jerry Andrews: Well, that’s the end of Eira and Sadistic.

Ace Anderson: Do you really think so?

Jerry Andrews: ...no. But Sadistic’s next focus is to be Gem - and then who knows?

Ace Anderson: Do you think Gem can do what Eira has repeatedly failed to achieve?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know if anyone can at this point… but if anyone can, it’s her.

Ace Anderson: We can all only hope.

- CLICK -

Overview

Judge d. Braddock; High Tide; Bubba Reece
Crazy Power & Lunatic d. Psychedelica & Derek Cosmos

Revelations & Michael Wryght d. Tha UnHoly Alliance & Non Compos Mentis

Sadistic d. Eira