Deadly Intentions VI Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Deadly Intentions VI
Sunday October 4th, 2015

The audience is absolutely electric as PCW Deadly Intentions hits the air! They're on their feet! Their signs are in the air! Pyro explodes above the ring! Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson have to yell in order to be heard, despite having microphones!

Jerry Andrews: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS PCW DEADLY INTENTIONS AND WHAT A SHOW WE HAVE FOR YOU TONIGHT!

Ace Anderson: THE UNDERGROUND TITLE IS ON THE LINE! THE NORTH AMERICAN AND INTERNATIONAL TITLES ARE ON THE LINE - IN THE SAME MATCH! THE PCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP IS ON THE LINE!

Jerry Andrews: AND WE'RE GOING TO CAP THIS EVENING WITH THE DEADLY RUMBLE! ONE COMPETITOR WILL WRITE THEIR OWN DESTINY AND EARN A WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH HERE TONIGHT!

The crowd finally quiets down enough that the announce team can be heard without screaming.

Jerry Andrews: Well ladies and gentlemen, the opening match is just moments away and it's become a truly vicious rivalry.

Ace Anderson: You're right there, Bubba Reece and Braddock used to be on the same page but something between these two has splintered something ugly.

Jerry Andrews: Culminating in a brutal and bloody assault two weeks ago at Trauma 179, when Braddock and his goblin, Warnock Waldgrave, bust Reece open with a railroad spike.

As Jerry Andrews mentions the horrifying assault, the up-beat banjo and drum rhythm of Gangstagrass kicks in over the PA system. The beat continues for a good time until, finally, the busted up figure of Bubba Reece solemnly walks out onto the stage, bandages still covering the stitches in his forehead.

Jerry Andrews: We're hearing that PCW doctors have NOT cleared Bubba Reece for competition tonight, but President Frank Foley has made the executive decision to allow this match to happen. Surely this isn't a wise decision, Ace, for Reece to try and compete in this condition?

Ace Anderson: Wise? Not one bit. But this match doesn't have a damn thing to do about wisdom, it's about blood and that's what we're going to get.

Reece pushes his way down the ramp as the rapping begins above him, holding a heavy black miner's glove tight, wrapped in barbed wire. He doesn't seem to care about a thing as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He's even slower to reach the ring than usual and once he reaches the bottom of the ramp he begins to circle the ring methodically. The hook of 'I'm gonna put you down' eerily cuts in as he finally jumps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring.

“Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold cold ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold cold ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, I'm gonna put you down.”

Reece keeps his eyes focused on the top of the ramp, forgoing his customary 'throat slit' gesture with steely resolve.

'NOW IS THE TIME! FOR ME TO RISE TO MY FEET! WIPE YOUR SPIT FROM MY FACE! WIPE THESE TEARS FROM MY EYES!'

The words of Hatebreed blast through the air as 'I Will Be Heard' begins and Braddock strides confidently out onto the stage. Flanking him, in his trademark red and black suit, is Warnock Waldgrave with a wide and evil smile covering his face.

Jerry Andrews: And no surprise that Braddock and Waldgrave are looking pleased with themselves coming into this match.

Ace Anderson: Like two hyenas circling an injured buffalo. They can smell blood and I wouldn't doubt it if they planned to go straight for that injured forehead.

Underground Rules Match
Bubba Reece vs Braddock
Referee: Manny Cruz

Braddock makes his way down the ramp with a cocky swagger and doesn't take his stare off Reece who returns it with fiery determination. The noise from the PCW makes their views of Braddock abundantly clear, the air thick with boos and jeers for the sinister duo. As Braddock and Warnock reach the bottom of the ramp they huddle together, apparently to discuss tactics. They dwell there a moment and perhaps too long as...

Jerry Andrews: What the... Suicide Dive!

Bubba Reece isn't going to wait for the bell, throwing himself out of the ring like a torpedo, leading with his barbed wire-covered miner's glove. Braddock takes the impact full-on, the glove swiping him straight across the face. Before he even hits the ground, Braddock's face is leaking red and Reece is not ready to stop there. He jumps to his feet and rolls back into the ring, waiting for his rival to get back to his feet. As he does, Reece launches himself again and connects, sending Braddock tumbling backwards once more.

Ace Anderson: Bubba was not going to wait for these two to cook up a plan to surround him, and with his forehead still in bad shape he could afford to sit back!

Again Reece jumps up and rushes back to the ring, hitting the far ropes as Braddock climbs painfully back to his feet. Reece throws himself through the ropes for a third time but Braddock telegraphs it in spectacular fashion, flying up with an Enziguri out of nowhere! The impact sends Bubba bouncing off the apron and down to the floor while Braddock tries to catch his breath, his own forehead now well and truly busted open.

Jerry Andrews: Well that didn't take long at all.

Ace Anderson: Start as you mean to go on...

The blood begins to pour down Braddock's face but Warnock is right up on him, ordering him into action. With his miner's glove tumbling away, Braddock immediately grabs Reece by the head and bounces it off the security barrier at ringside. Braddock doesn't let up and ensures that Reece's face meets every section of security wall all the way down to the announce tables.

Ace Anderson: Don't get too attached to our table, Jerry!

By now the Ragin' Redneck is less raging than stumbling across the tables and Braddock's intentions are clear. He sets Reece up between his legs and tries to haul him up for a bomb through the table... but Reece is still in the game. While Jerry and Ace back up for safety, Reece fights the powerbomb and backflips Braddock right onto the floor. Reece composes himself as dots of red start to show through the bandages on his head, then he goes to work.

Braddock has crawled over to the steel steps, trying to get back to his, but Reece is on him with a barrage of rights and lefts. Every blow is filled with malice as Braddock tries to cover up and wait out the onslaught. Finally Reece has enough of tuning up his fists and pulls Braddock up, setting him up for a powerbomb of his own. Waldgrave won't let it happen too easily though, moving around ringside to get right in the eyeline of Bubba.

Jerry Andrews: That slimy son of a...

Warnock hollers at Reece, who drops Braddock and walks towards his manager instead. Blinded by anger he takes Warnock by the lapels of his suit jacket, but behind him Braddock takes the opportunity to grab something from under the ring. Reece pulls back his arm to strike Warnock... and receives a chairshot to the ribs from behind. He reels from the shot, winded and in pain, but Braddock is merciless with another shot with the edge of the chair into the ribcage.

The brutal assault continues as Braddock bearhugs Reece with the steel chair pressed into his back, then charges him straight into the apron. Reece crumbles to the ground clutching his spine as Warnock shouts to Braddock and there is a look of satisfaction and excitement in the eyes of his client as he lifts the apron and pulls out...

Jerry Andrews: A table! Braddock's bringing out the furniture!

Taking his time, Braddock brings out the table and sets it up at ringside but he takes too long as Reece recovers behind him. With him facing the other way, Reece grabs him from behind and practically throws him backward onto the apron with a shuddering Back Suplex. Braddock doubles over in pain but isn't given respite as Reece rolls him, finally, into the ring.

Ace Anderson: How dare they soil this match by actually getting in the ring!

Jerry Andrews: A pinfall or submission must occur in the ring after all, but this match might just be decided by fatality...

Reece instinctively rolls into the ring and makes a cover though, his mind set on a victory although he might like to inflict more damage...

One... kick out!

… and he gets that chance after a quick kick out. Right away he's back on Braddock, dragging him to his feet and forcing him back into the corner. He hops up onto the middle ropes and begins raining down punches, turning his fist a deep crimson in the process. Right after right smashes into Braddock's head and he is almost unconscious when he finally lashes out from desperation. He slashes the legs out from underneath Reece and sends his head crashing down into the top turnbuckle.

Ace Anderson: These two will take any shortcut they can to get ahead in this match.

Braddock quickly capitalises, slamming brutal and clubbing blows into the back and neck of the struggling redneck. With no rules to abide by, Braddock throws blow after blow and no rope-break is called for by Manny Cruz. Finally he pulls Reece out of the corner and unabashedly torpedoes him through the turnbuckles, his shoulder crashing into the ring post. Tenaciously he still doesn't back off as he pulls Bubba back into the ring, whips him around and throws him overhead with a snap suplex into the turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: Brutal use of the ring with that move, Reece's neck snapping off the turnbuckles!

Braddock quickly rolls his opponent over and makes the pin, placing his feet on the bottom rope for leverage, an act completely legal in this match.

One...
Two... No!

Reece gets his shoulder up and tries to roll for the relative safety of the ropes, but Braddock cuts him off with a combination of stomps to anything he can hit. The pace being displayed is frantic as Braddock drops a series of knees into the chest and head of Reece, leaving him stunned on the mat. Braddock drags Reece into the corner, practically pushing up into the bottom turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Braddock has something planned.

Ace Anderson: I think Bubba's gonna forget some math...

Braddock takes aim and hits the ropes across the ring, rebounding with pace and throwing a straight knee toward the head of Reece... but the redneck moves!

The knee crashes into the turnbuckles as Reece scrambles back into the middle of the ring. As Braddock turns to find his opponent Reece erupts forward with a jarring knee straight to the forehead, sending another spurt of blood through the air. With his opponent stumbling back into the ropes, Reece hits the others and meets Braddock in the middle of the ring with a decapitating Russian Sickle Clothesline. Reece drops quickly, hooking the leg.

One...
Two...
No!

Braddock barely gets his shoulder off the mat in time as he shakes off the impact of the clothesline. Reece is ready to go though as both men scramble to their feet. Reece smashes an elbow into the exposed wound on Braddock's forehead, followed by another two that force him back to the ropes. An Irish whips attempts to send Braddock into the ropes but he reverses and, on the rebound, hits another leaping Enziguri.

Jerry Andrews: Wow! The impact just sent the bandages flying straight off Bubba's head!

Ace Anderson: And now those stitches are clear for the world to see! I think Braddock's about to draw some blood of his own!

Bubba puts up a fight though, realising he is more vulnerable than even. Braddock comes running at him on the ropes and the Ragin' Redneck fires off a big boot to the forehead. Braddock is bounced backwards but the adrenaline kicks in and he turns, rushing again at Reece before throwing both he and his opponent over the top rope with a classic Cactus Clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: And both men are clinging on for dear life!

Each competitor has a hand on the top rope and manages to claw their way back up and onto the apron. Braddock is the more alert though, and Waldgrave points out an opportunity very close by. He lands a boot to the gut and sets up for a powerbomb... his eyes drifting excitedly to ringside.

Ace Anderson: Braddock's getting table-fever!

The table he set up earlier sits waiting and Braddock hauls Bubba up onto his shoulders for a moment, taking aim at his wooden target. Reece manages to wriggle free though, rolling out and back into the ring. Braddock turns to try and catch his opponent but out of nowhere comes a jaw-jacking Super Kick!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god...!

Braddock falls backwards from the apron, heading straight for the table when... Warnock Waldgrave throws the table out of the way!

Ace Anderson: That serpent just kept his man in this match!

Without the desired effect, Reece rolls to the outside again and immediately Waldgrave goes into retreat. Now Braddock is free, though the Shotgun Mouthwash was executed from a standing start so he is able to crawl to the security barrier. The blood is starting to drip from Reece's stitches as he instead decides to take up the chair used on him earlier.

Ace Anderson: Payback's a bitch!

Bubba unloads on Braddock who tries to retreat from the blows, taking the majority on his back. By the time he reaches the announce tables, though, he is spent and damaged and Reece slams the chair straight over his skull! Braddock drops to his knees, completely stupefied, and gets thrown back into the ring as Reece smells blood.

Hopping onto the apron, Bubba scouts his opponent and picks his spot. Suddenly he springs up and flies off the top rope, aiming an Elbow Drop straight at Braddock's heart... but he moves! Reece catches fresh air as Braddock climbs to his feet. Through a crimson mask he grabs Bubba from behind and lifts him up with an elevated Atomic Drop before charging straight at the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: The table...!

Braddock aims his desperation Nord Toss to the table all the way down on the floor, but just as he is about to launch, Reece rolls backwards and back onto his feet!

Ace Anderson: Think again!

Braddock turns and this time walks straight into a Fireman's lift. He has nowhere to go as he lays on Bubba's shoulder, and can only watch as Bubba charges the ropes himself and throws his opponent clear over the top with all the energy he has left, sending Braddock crashing through the table in a horrific wreck!

Jerry Andrews: Reece just killed him! Death Valley Driver, all the way to the outside and through a table!

Desperately, Reece throws himself out of the ring and rolls the dead-weight of Braddock back inside. He scrambles back under the bottom rope and hooks the leg as far back as he can manage...

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
NO!

Ace Anderson: Waldgrave again! God damn that weasel!

Warnock breaks the pin with a last second dive on top of Bubba who falls, exhausted, from the pinfall attempt. Trying to coax his client back into some kind of shape to finish the match, Warnock receives wave after wave of jeers from the crowd, but he isn't finished yet.

As Bubba begins to drag himself up in the corner using the ropes, the red-suited devil steps away from his client and slides a hand inside his jacket.

Jerry Andrews: What is he.... oh god!

Ace Anderson: It's that spike! That God damn railroad spike they maimed Reece with two weeks ago!

Warnock holds the rusted metal spike tight and looks to be sizing up his broken rival in the corner. Bubba gets to his feet and turns, a sitting duck as the man in red and black rushes with the spike raised above his head. Warnock is about to bring the shard of metal down when... Bubba catches his arm!

Ace Anderson: Time to put your tail between your legs, Waldgrave! Start runnin'!

Warnock tries to pull his arm free but Reece has him held fast and proceeds to wrench the metal spike right out his hand. The crowd screams for him to put it to use and he holds it high above him... when Braddock comes charging in! Reece moves though, and Braddock clatters straight through his own manager!

In shock at what he's done, Braddock stares down at the crumpled body of his manager and then turns... straight into a spike to the forehead!

Jerry Andrews: He's already a bloody mess, Reece is going to murder him in there!

Braddock hits the mat but Reece won't step until he gets full revenge. He jams the spike into Braddock's forehead twice, thrice... on and on with endless malice until Braddock's squirming (yet stubbornly resilient) body goes limp. There is no pinfall or submission but Manny Cruz has no option, he signals for the bell!

Winner: Bubba Reece by referee stoppage

Jerry Andrews: The referee has stopped it! Braddock is out cold... at best.

Ace Anderson: We need EMT's down here before Braddock bleeds to death inside that ring!

Reece finally drops the spike as he realises Braddock is unconscious and that victory is his, then looks at his blood-covered hands with a sense of satisfaction. After several seconds the medical team hits the ring and Gangstagrass blasts over the PA system with the foretelling 'I'm gonna put you down'. Bubba climbs to his feet and clutches his ribs in pain as the referee, amid a scene of blood and chaos at ringside, lifts his hand in victory.

Jerry Andrews: What the...

Out of nowhere a figure slides into the ring behind Bubba. The redneck has no idea the man is there until it's too late and a forearm is driven right into the back of his head, knocking him straight into the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: That's Ezra Blackstone! What the hell is he doing...

The heavily bearded and intimidating newcomer to PCW grabs hold of Reece, who is too exhausted to react fast enough, and quickly hauls him up onto his shoulders. It doesn't take long for the Torture Rack to take effect and Bubba is out cold on Ezra's shoulders. The newcomer gives a satisfied grin before he snaps Bubba down with an Inverted RKO!

Jerry Andrews: Dear god! Bubba had no defence against that devastating move after such a brutal match... I don't know what this guy is trying to prove.

Ace Anderson: That he doesn't give a damn who you are or what you've been through, you're just in his way!

Ezra Blackstone gives another smirk beneath his thick facial hair and then rolls out of the ring with his job done. The fans don't know whether to cheer or boo the undoubtedly impressive newcomer but they are certainly put on notice as he makes his way to the back, leaving destruction in the ring.

The shot then heads backstage.

Kassandra Black: Requesting my time right now is one half of Tha UnHoly Alliance, "The Anarchist" Jason Willard

Willard struts confidently into the shot, telling Kass "nice accent" while she rolls her eyes at him, the sarcasm in his tone lost on her. Kassandra's focus isn't where its supposed to be as she is seen looking around (and behind) Willard.

Jason Willard: My eyes are up here, sweetheart. You may be just a pretty face, but it's one my wife would have no problems in disfiguring. Catch my drift?

Kassandra scoffs at the remark as she continues to do her job. Or at least look like it.

Kassandra Black: I'm curious as to why you wanted to talk to me. But I guess Shane was too busy to take this gig. So I'll address the obvious. Where's Johnny?

Jason Willard: Don't you worry about where Johnny is. For that matter, the only thing you should worry about, is standing there like the prop you are, but without the attitude. Now, I'll be the first to admit that this division isn't for me. When I first started in this business, my signature match involved a scaffold which was wrapped in barb wire, and had it's sides set on fire. I'm no stranger to this environment. But. That was a long, long time ago.

So here I am tonight with the chance to win my first ever singles title in PCW. Not bad for half of a tag team, eh? I AM The Anarchist and while I have my reservations about the Underground, I intend to bring anarchy to this match. I may return to Anaheim worse off than I was the moment I asked for you, but when the plunder is cleared, and the pinfall counted, it will be Jason Willard who stands the winner and NEW Underground champion.

Take a moment of silence for Judge. Tonight, it's a requiem for his title reign. And then there's the Deadly Rumble. My odds aren't great, but neither are those of the people I'll be taking out with me.

Willard smirks and walks out of view from the camera.

Jerry Andrews: And that match is up next folks.

Ace Anderson: What a weird match! It's a tag match, but a singles title is on the line!

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Tornado Tag Team Match ... and it is for the UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIP!

Sasha Greene’s voice rings out over the din of the PCW Faithful, signaling the official kick-off to a heavily anticipated championship match. The buzz around the Underground has been nothing short of meteoric and tonight looks to deliver in spades.

Ace Anderson: Here we are, Jerry. An unorthodox style of match for the honor of being called King of the Underground!

Jerry Andrews: You’re not kidding there, Ace. A tornado tag match to determine the fate of a singles championship. Good possibility of some inter-team shenaniganry. I mean, only one person can walk out with that title and that’s the person who scores the deciding pin fall.

Ace Anderson: The temptation is there, Jerry. Who, if any, will succumb? Teams are strong but the glitter of gold is quite the lure.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like our first team is coming to the ring, Ace. Let’s take it down to ringside!

Bikes roar to life and over the Pure Class P.A. system, drowning out even the crowd. Spot lights shine at the top of the ramp as Judge and Jury take off from the back, blazing a path down the ramp towards the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Judge and Jury! Cory Steel and Jesse McCoy are two of the dirtiest, nastiest fighters you’ll come across, perfect for the confines of the Underground. Give us some color, Ace.

Ace Anderson: It’s simple, Jerry. Judge and Jury will want to use their oppressive size and strength to dominate and control the pace of the match. Nothing fancy, nothing pretty. That’s how they’re going to take this home as a win: control the pace. Single out one man and work him over. Easy to say but much more difficult to put into effect.

"The Memory Remains" by Metallica blares, accentuated by the revving of the engines. As the large men on their iron horses circle the ring, one going clock-wise and the other directly opposite. A section roped off in the crowd consists of rowdy bikers wearing matching patches just like Judge and Jury, the section of bikers is lit and violent (paying PCW faithful!) and even larger than normal. The camera cuts back to the ring where Judge takes his stance in the ring ... Jury backing him up on the apron outside the ring.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of 576 pounds and hailing from The Compound right here in South Carolinaaaaaaaaaaa (cheap pop): JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE & JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The crowd eats up the introduction of the hometown boys, one of which happens to be the current King of the Underground in JUDGE. The pair look confident, not even minding being introduced first as it gives them time to scope out the competitors and get the very first look at any irregularities. A veteran move from some veteran brawlers.

Sasha Greene: Introducing next ...

The sound of thunder rolls out over the speaker system. Lights dimming to near nothingness, flashes of light occurring every so often ... the lone figure of High Tide begins to appear through the fog that is rolling in. The Jolly Roger hoisted proudly, he makes it to the stage as suddenly ... BOOM! A cannonball firing from somewhere in the distance sets off the sound of ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns ‘N Roses. Wasp comes out shortly after, parting the sea of foam and standing alongside High Tide.

Sasha Greene: ... entering at a combined weight of 370 pounds ... High Tide & Jule Martins ... THE SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!

The pair begin to make their way to the ring as a united front, Judge and Jury in their collective sight. As they make their way to the ring, both men slide in at the same time. Tide perching on a corner post with Wasp directly under and in front of him. Both men mentally calibrating for the road ahead, the referees making sure that both teams are kept apart until the match is underway.

Ace Anderson: I’m not gonna wait for your blessing here, Jerry ...

Jerry Andrews: ... this is my word in edge-wise ...

Ace Anderson: But for these two men, it’s all about SPEED. Speed is the name of the game. Controlling the match at their pace is the key. They reside at the opposite end of the spectrum compared to Judge and Jury. Hit and run attacks need to be their game plan. Keep the opponents off their game, constantly moving. It’s a battle of attrition and and in this match specifically, it favors Wasp and High Tide the longer it goes.

Jerry Andrews: Couldn’t have said it any better myself.

Ace Anderson: That’s why -I- said it, Jerry. Stick to being the straight man; I’ll add the entertainment.

Two of the three teams in place, we’re just waiting for the arrival of our last pair of combatants ...

.. and just like that, 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 Greene: ‘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.

Tornado Tag Team Match for the PCW Underground Championship
The Underground Championship will awarded to the person who makes the pin.
Judge (Underground ©) & Jury vs Tha UnHoly Alliance ["The Anarchist" Jason Willard & Johnny "Loco" Marquez] vs The Sea Men [Wasp & High Tide]
Referees: Joseph Buckland, Ty Little

Jerry Andrews: All right, so we’ve got the strength and power of Judge & Jury, the speed advantage of The Sea Men ... where does Tha UnHoly Alliance fit into this picture, Ace?

Ace Anderson: That’s the beauty of it, Jerry. They fit wherever they WANT. You have some serious ring experience between the two. Not to mention that both of them can be amazingly innovative and adaptable when it comes to squaring up with their opponents. They don’t have the speed, they don’t necessarily have the strength ... but they may be the most well-rounded in all aspects compared to the other two teams. They’ll win this one by playing the odds, playing it smart and capitalizing on those split-second opportunities.

Jerry Andrews: Final thoughts before we get underway?

Ace Anderson: I call Tha UnHoly Alliance to take this one, simply for their adaptability and their experience. The experience edge will give this one to them, but it’ll be a damn fine match with some very disparate styles on display and I can’t wait to get things started.

Jerry Andrews: You heard it here, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s get to the ring for the start of the match!

It looks as though we’ll have the triad of Martins, Jason Willard and Judge starting off this evening. Each of the three in their respective corners getting last-minute pep talks from their respective teammates, we’re ready to get things underway. Your referee for this contest is Joseph Buckland with Ty Little at ringside to give a much-needed second set of eyes. As he checks each competitor, all three signal their readiness ...

DING DING DING!

And we are officially underway! Wasp is out of the gates with rocket speed, instantly diving at the legs of Judge. He manages to hook one, anchoring the big man just long enough to allow Jason Willard the opportunity to dive at the big man. Using all of his 6‘2‘’ frame, Willard comes collapsing down onto Judge from above. Raining down heavy shot after heavy shot, it’s clear that the big man is the number one priority and for very good reason. All it takes is one well placed shot from Judge and it’s game over.

Judge fighting from underneath, fighting on two different fronts as Wasp hammers away at the back side of Judge’s tree-trunk sized legs ... aiming to take out the height and leverage advantage while Willard is determined to smother Judge into the very canvas itself. However, the big man remains upright and before long is managing to weather the double-team well enough to forcibly shove Willard from his frame. Willard lands on his feet several steps away and it’s Wasp’s turn ... eating a huge right hand between the shoulder blades.

Ace Anderson: A very potent and intelligent plan of attack: neutralize the biggest dog in the fight. But it’s too early in the match and Judge had enough strength and energy to weather the attack. It’ll take something out of him, but it’s just too early to do much good.

Wasp retreating to recover from the stiff shot, it’s all on Willard now to take on a crooked Judge. Willard taking off at Judge, he doesn’t race in a direct path towards the towering man. Instead, he dives feet first at the second rope beside Judge. Catching the big man off-guard, he lands a beautifully violent forearm to the side of the head. Judge rocked, Willard lays into the big man with alternating strikes to the midsection and the head. He’s trying to chip away at the exterior defenses and seems to be doing a fairly good job at it until Judge shakes the cobwebs away.

Judge swinging for the fences as always with a massive right paw, Willard ducks to the side and THERE’S WASP! A running start from mid-ring, Wasp lands a low diving kick to the gut ... right at the border of low blow and fair play. The impact sends Judge back into the corner fully now and the swarm descends! Wasp and Willard now going to town on the weakened Judge, it’s open season and ...

... oh. Not quite. Judge not quite out of sorts, he lets out a mighty roar and shoves both men back. The force staggering both attackers, Judge explodes from the corner with raw power and levels both men with stereo clotheslines.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch. Just ... ow. It looked as though Wasp and Willard had found a way to break through the big man’s armor but it looks like all they did was manage to make him angry.

Ace Anderson: And we wouldn’t like him - -

Jerry Andrews: AH AH AH! Don’t even!

Ace Anderson: ... when he’s angry.

Jerry Andrews: *face palm*

Judge stands tall as both Wasp and Willard are struggling to return to their feet. Grabbing hold of Willard, Judge hauls him to his feet in a matter of nanoseconds and whips him into the ropes. Willard ducking the clothesline, he looks for a spear but instead catches a boot to the forehead just as soon as he ducks to get into position. Loco, seeing the match turning the corner and away from his team’s grasp, can be seen shaking his head and dropping from the apron.

Ty Little on the outside, he can do nothing but watch as Loco moves near to the announce table and grab a pair of steel chairs.

Ace Anderson: Well, that didn’t take long. Loco is getting tired of the pussy-footing and has just grabbed some hardware. This is going to get a lot more violent a LOT faster.

Jerry Andrews: We’re not even 5 minutes into the match!

Ace Anderson: I’m sorry, Jerry. I wasn’t aware that we were attending a technical masterpiece. This is the Underground, my man. Eat or be eaten.

Loco tossing the spare chair into the ring, he slides in with his own just as the chair hits the mat. Standing amidst the legal men, Loco watches as Judge eyeballs the lone chair on the mat. Judge keeping an eye on Loco, it’s a tense standoff ...

CRACK!

Loco swings for the fences, absolutely taking out a less-than-sneaky Jury from entering the ring. Judge goes for the chair only to find Tide in proud possession of the furniture.

CRACK!!

Judge eats a chair shot to the back by Loco, sending him scrambling under the ropes to regroup and gather his wits. Loco and Tide facing off with chairs in hand now, Willard and Wasp soon follow suit. Chairs galore! It’s a moment ripped right out of a spaghetti Western. My, how things change so suddenly. Wouldn’t you agree? Nice, clean match to start off and here we are with everyone sporting weapons and the rules thrown to the wind. It breaks my heart, I tell you. Can’t we just have a nice -

Ace Anderson: *achem*

Willard and Tide rush in, each clashing with Loco and Wasp. Willard manages to duck a swing from Wasp, while Loco isn’t so lucky and takes a vicious strike to the gut from a wily Tide. Loco rolling outside the ring, it’s Willard standing between a chair-wielding Tide and Wasp on the other side. It’s an untenable position to be in, to be sure. Wasp moves in quickly to subdue Willard but Willard is a second faster on the draw and gets re-directed straight into Tide and his trusty steel chair! Wasp laid out by the error, Tide is distracted long enough for Willard throw a flying boot into the chair and ... consequently, Tide’s smooshy face.

Both men laid out, it’s pretty apparent that all hell is breaking loose and Willard ... well ...Willard has no weapon. Setting out to rectify that, The Anarchist surreptitiously rolls to the floor and begins digging into the Devil’s Toolshed.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t like where this is going. I don’t like it ...

Ace Anderson: I LOVE it.

It’s clear to everyone soon what Willard is doing ... a rather huge, quite OMINOUS looking ladder is brought from the ether. A wicked laugh escaping his throat, Willard slides the ladder into the ring and goes about setting it up.

While Jason is in the ring setting up a ladder, his partner is on the outside clearing off the announcer table. Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are quick to retreat from the maelstrom. Jury is first to attack but Loco counters the man's haymaker with a jab and then a hard DDT to the ground. Loco picks the big man up, tossing him onto the table where he lays out cold. Loco grabs a table from under the ring, setting it up over top of Jury. It's High Tide next, climbing the announcer’s table where he lands a forearm into Loco’s back. Turning Loco around, he's caught with a upper cut followed by a kick to the gut and topping it all off? A Loco Slap!

He puts the stunned Tide on the table over Jury and the crowd is going crazy as Jason Willard is now standing on top of the ladder. Balancing himself, he leaps with his finisher the Bipolarity Crash! The crash sends him through Tide, the two men break through the table onto Jury and the announcer table bursts into a heap of rubble leaving all the men reeling. Loco, however, has wasted no time as he climbs up the same ladder. Once on top, he leaps as well landing his Loco Leg drop!

The crowd is going absolutely bonkers chanting Underground! Underground! Meanwhile, Judge and Wasp have made it back to the ring trading blows the latter winning as he lays a brutal cut above Judge's eye which calls forth a crimson mask nearly instantaneously. Judge staggered, Wasp follows up with a sidewalk slam. Once on his feet, Wasp climbs the turn buckle ... just waiting for Judge to get up. The big man finally pushes himself up out of his own puddle of blood. Turning around in time, he catches Wasp in midair and turns it into his signature Man 'O War! He goes for the pin..

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The pin is broken by Jason Willard via a boot to Judge's face, then another stomp and another. Loco is next in the ring, he too joining in on the stomping of Judge. They both pull the big man up, whipping him into the ropes and as he comes back they drop kick his knees out from under him ... sending the big man face first into canvas.

The two celebrate but it's interrupted by High Tide who comes rushing in with a bulldog takedown on Jason. As Loco turns, in comes Jury with a spear! As Jury stands up, Wasp has regained his footing and drop kicks Jury low in the back! Tide is now brawling with Willard in the corner. A particularly nasty headbutt later, Tide nails Willard with a snap suplex that leaves the Anarchist writhing in pain on the mat. Loco is tied up with Wasp now, the latter manages to gain the upper hand with a kick to Loco’s legs. Hooking him for a DDT, Loco gets the counter and lifts Wasp up into a suplex and ... in mid-fall turns it into a DDT!

Ace Anderson: *sssssssssssskkkkkkkk* -- hear me?

Jerry Andrews: ...

Ace Anderson: *squark!* ... equipment screwed ...

Judge sliding a chair in the ring, Jury is now facing off with Willard. The latter beginning to gain the upper hand, Judge has slithered up behind Willard and CRACK! Heavy chair shot against the man’s skull! Jason drops to a knee, dazed and confused for the moment as Judge drops the chair and cinches The Anarchist into a full nelson ... jerking him around like a rag doll. Jury has the chair now and he drives it several times into The Anarchist’s exposed gut.

Satisfied, Judge drops Jason and points to the corners at Jury. Both men waste no time climbing but Jury is caught mid-way by Loco who has scaled the turnbuckle leading to a stiff forearm ... knocking Jury backwards and all the way outside the ring! Jason is still unlucky as Judge heaves all 301 pounds from the heavens and lands squarely on Willard’s chest! As Judge goes to pin, he's caught with a golf like swing of the steel chair from Tide and then another chair shot in the back of the head by Wasp! Lights out for the champion.

Wasp tosses his chair outside the ring and goes on the attack against Willard. Tide goes to toss his but Loco, who has remained perched on the top turnbuckle, leaps into the chair knocking it into Tide’s face.

Jason is up again along with Jury and the two begin to trade blows but Jason wins the battle and piledrives Jury onto the steel chair. As Jason stands up, Tide catches him with a hurricanrana! Tide is then turned around by a dazed Judge and given a spinebuster. Quickly to his feet, he stomps Willard then locks in a half crab.

Loco tries to break it but is met by Jury who clotheslines the man and mounts him ... delivering a volley of thudding blows. Tide and Wasp have taken to the outside, catching their collective breath but also ... and this is the important bit right here ... they have dragged two tables out, setting them inside the ring. Jury and Loco have wrestled themselves on the outside of the ring and Loco has gained the upper hand with a Loco Slap. Tide and Wasp have set the tables up while finally breaking Judge's hold on Jason. The two begin working over the champion with back and forth punches.

Tide finally scoops the King and places him onto the table but as he goes to climb, Willard comes out of nowhere with a clothesline that drops Tide. Wasp goes to attack but a side-step throws him off balance and he is dropped like a sack of bricks by a jaw-breaker.

Meanwhile, Jason drags Judge off the table ... pushing it over in the process. Willard, ever the clever fighter, locks a figure four on Judge who squirms in pain oh so far away from the ropes!

Outside, Jury has the upper hand and has somehow found a cheese grater underneath the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Are we back on yet?

Ace Anderson: Jerry! Cheese grater! Who the hell put a cheese grater under the ring? Sickos.

Jerry Andrews: Aaaaaaaand I ... THINK we’re back online.

He savagely takes it across Loco’s back several times before Tide suddenly springs into action, jumping on Jury's back and locking in a sleeper hold. Loco, now with the grater, waits for Tide to bring Jury down to his knees before taking the cheese grater to Jury’s face! Tide keeps the hold while Loco peels chunks of Jury's forehead away like so much parmesan!

Jerry Andrews: UGH. I think I’m going to lose my lunch.

Inside the ring, Wasp has made it to his feet. His eyes glazed over from the jawbreaker, he picks up the steel chair and barely cracks Jason in the head before Judge taps! Judge flees outside the ring, limping away from everyone in a rare act of self-preservation. Wasp picks Jason up and powerbombs Jason sloppily onto one of the tables. Whoops. One of the stronger tables from Home Depot, it seems. Didn’t break. Judge comes around finally, sliding up behind Loco and spinning him around. A kick to the gut and ... FLANKED! Tide lets go of the sleeper hold and Jury falls away, completely unconscious. Judge makes an advance on Tide and forces him into the barrier separating them from the crowd.

Ace Anderson: All right, this is getting a bit too close for comfort to the fans. You front row hounds need to move ...

Tide kicks Judge in his bad leg, forcing him to a knee. Double knee strike to Judge’s face. However, with surprising resilience, Judge springs up with a shoulder into Tide’s gut ... driving them both up and over the barrier into the crowd. The two men slug it out all the way back to their feet but Tide ducks a punch and clotheslines Judge back over the barrier. The pirate climbs the barrier and ... Man Overboard!

Loco rises shakily to his feet and it’s just he and Wasp. Both men are worn down. Tired. Running on fumes. High Tide is making his way towards the ring and goes to grab Loco. At least a fight between two teammates would be better than letting someone ELSE have it, right? Not so, judging by Wasp’s next move. As Tide and Loco are fighting in the ropes, Loco manages to break away from Tide just enough to catch a full steam, last ditch spear from Wasp. The impact and momentum sending Wasp and Loco through the ropes, what about ...

... oh. High Tide. Oh god OW.

Loco and Tide go sailing off the apron and land back first with Wasp landing violently on top of the whole pile. Tide rolling away, Loco clutching at his midsection ... it’s all Wasp can do to drape an arm over Da Loczter

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Winner(s) The Sea Men, Wasp pins Loco to become the King of the Underground

Jerry Andrews: Wasp is the new King of the Underground!

Ace Anderson: What an insane match! Congrats Wasp!

A camera, with rather low video quality pans in on Nathan Saniti, happily strolling down the hallways of the Pure Class Arena, twirling his cane and whistling a haunting melody. Suddenly, a very irate and haggard-looking Billy Sadistic bursts onto the scene, coming nose-to-nose with his adversary. Nathan smirks as he stands his ground.

Nathan: "Growing impatient for your lashing, Mr. Dillinger?"

Sadistic: "You think your plan is gonna work, magician? You've got all these people fooled and you've got Kelli Starr fooled..."

Sadistic leans in close.

Sadistic: "...but you don't fool me. I see you for what you are. A manipulator. A tyrant. An agent of chaos. You'd love nothing more than to burn this place to the ground beneath your watchful eye."

Sadistic pauses long enough to gather some of his senses.

Sadistic: "You might have Alexa and Tyrone and Kelli wrapped around your little finger, and you might have these fans buffaloed, but regardless of the outcome of tonight's match, we're going to take you out. One way or another."

Nathan smiles his unsettling Cheshire grin. Slowly driving Sadistic back with the point of his cane.

Nathan: "I assure you I have no idea to what you're referring."

Sadistic: "Say what you want about the Black Hand, but we've been up front from the get go. Everything we've said we were going to do, we've done. No lies. No subterfuge."

Nathan interrupts, his grin melting into a dark hatred.

Nathan: "No lies? No subterfuge? Don't take me for a fool, good sir. You fabricated holding Q hostage to gain leverage over Miss Starr. You infiltrated the home of Mr. Michaels in order to sway him to your end. Yet you accuse ME of chicanery? You wouldn't know honesty if it..."

Nathan clocks Sadistic mildly atop his noggin to drive a point home.

Nathan: "...Walked up to you and said, 'TAG! you're it.'"

Undaunted, Sadistic continues as if Nathan never spoke.

Sadistic: "Kelli Starr needs help, yet you use her. You lead her on with false hopes and distract her with your smoke and mirrors and parlor tricks, but you're ploys are self-serving. We can offer her the one thing you genuinely cannot: Purpose."

Nathan stands bolt upright, his cane planted firmly in front of him. His smile returns, but this time, there is more than a glint of menace in his eyes.

Nathan: "You dare to assume what my feelings are for Miss Starr? I shall take the utmost pleasure in dismantling you when we meet in that ring."

As Nathan speaks, his face becomes more and more dark, almost demonic in appearance. The venom dripping from his lips becomes palpable, almost visible.

Nathan: "You call me monster, manipulator, and presume to know my intentions towards those I surround myself with. You, a man who has built a reputation based solely upon lies and manipulation of your very comrades including, dare I say, your dear brother. I suppose it would make sense for someone of your ilk to think that everyone is just... like... you."

Nathan jabs at the spot where Sadistic was impaled by Eira with his cane, causing the Phenom to wince a bit with each poke. Then he leans in close, the sound barely audible.

Nathan: "Besides, no one would ever believe you."

The shot then returns to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Woah.

Ace Anderson: What was that?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea, but tension between those two is incredibly high and it's going to explode later tonight.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of exploding, this upcoming match has not one, but TWO – count 'em, TWO – championships on the line, folks! Vegas odds have been all over the place on this match.

Jerry Andrews: You a gambler?

Ace Anderson: Are you kidding me? My name is Ace. I'm a legend in Texas Hold 'Em circles. And my gambler's instinct tells me that this match has sleeper potential for match of the night.

Ace's gambling rant is cut short when the arena darkens and the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of “Light em up” by Fall Out Boy begin. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. The Faithful's recognition of the Adrenaline King is intense and immediate. An explosion on the stage clears the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air.

Jerry Andrews: Don't tell me the fans don't love this guy! Listen to them. His recent big return turned the internet wrestling community on its ear and already he's top five in merchandise sales.

Ace Anderson: Don't I know it...

The camera cuts briefly to Ace as he slides a black and red Adrenaline King cap onto his large, bald dome. Meanwhile, Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp, he turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings.

Jerry Andrews: Listen to these people, Ace. Are they amped up for this match, or what?

He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third ropes while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he springs back into the center of the ring as his music fades out.

Ace Anderson: Justin Kaard is a former PCW Tag Team and World Champion. I'm sure he'd love to add either the North American title or the International to his resume. But I think this man might have something to say about that, though...

Right on cue, "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 illuminating 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” while his stable's trademark black glove covers his right fist. 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 as he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists with his fingers locked to make a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also signals the lighting to return to normal.

Jerry Andrews: If ever a competitor deserved the title of “Superstar” it would be Michael Wryght. He's a regular Renaissance Man. Successful business man. Sought after award-winning Hollywood star. 2016 Presidential candidate! And let's not forget his PCW laurels: He is PCW's first ever Grand Slam Champion! He's held the World title, the Tag...

Ace Anderson: Your Honor, I object! As a matter of fact, I am the first ever Grand Slam Champion! Showtime is the second...

Jerry Andrews: Yeah...well, you won yours by forfeit so it doesn't really count...

Ace looks like he's about to blow a fuse as his face burns as red as his sweet Adrenaline King cap. His glare could melt an iceberg, but Jerry pays him no mind and continues the broadcast.

Jerry Andrews: And you've gotta believe that Wryght would love nothing more than to take his North American Championship back from Eira. Or even NCM's International title. What a boost that would be to his campaigning efforts. Who are you voting for, Ace?

Still furious with his colleague, Anderson doesn't humor him with an answer as the arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness while "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. Her North American Championship, fastened around her toned waist, glimmers in the purple light. 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.

Ace Anderson: You know, for a wrestler that's only been in PCW for around three years, she's got a list of accomplishments a mile long. Aside from being the current holder of the North American Championship, she's a former PCW World Champion. She's a former Genesis Champion. Remember that belt? It was the equivalent of today's Underground. And let's not forget that Eira is one of the few people that have outlasted the competition to win the Deadly Rumble!

Jerry Andrews: Spot on, Ace. What do you think the chances are that enters tonight's Deadly Rumble to go for win number two? You know she'd love to have World Championship gold around her waist again.

Ace Anderson: I think she'd better concentrate on her current match and defending her North American title.

While Eira keeps her primary focus on Showtime, 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 where she wipes 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.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, I think she's concentrating just fine, Ace.

Ace Anderson: We're waiting on one last competitor. He is the reigning International Champion and reigning Icemann Invitational Tournament winner.

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 with his International Championship slung over his shoulder.

Ace Anderson: Here he comes! One of the unique entrances in Pure Class Wrestling, he can come from anywhere. And he's come here tonight to defend his crown.

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.

Jerry Andrews: He's one of the most decorated men in PCW history. Along with Michael Wryght and, I guess, Ace Anderson, he is a PCW Grand Slam Champion. He's unarguably the greatest North American Champion of all time, holding the belt on four separate occasions. He's got the record for longest North American Championship reign, just barely edging out Justin Michaels. And if that's not enough, he only lost the North American title on two of those occasions, with the other two being voluntarily vacated.

Ace Anderson: You know he'd love nothing more than to be a five time! Five time! Five time! North American Champion!

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 his opponents.

Jerry Andrews: You know, Ace, every one of these combatants is a former PCW World Champion. How's that for star power?!

Two Falls Match for the PCW North American & International Championships
First Fall is for the North American Title, Second Fall is for the International Title
Non Compos Mentis (International ©) vs Eira (North American ©) vs Justin Kaard vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Referee: Nigel Gale

Before starting the contest, unfortunate official Nigel Gale puts both titles on display high in the air for the Faithful to see before entrusting them in the custody of the timekeeper.

Ace Anderson: Poor Nigel Gale is gonna have his hands full here tonight. How do you keep control of these four competitors? Especially a jumping bean like Justin Kaard?! I can barely keep tabs on him during a singles match!

Having gone over the rules and regulations with the participants, Gale calls for the bell. There seems to be a bit of confusion amongst the four, but it's quickly swept away as they're all quickly at the ready. Four vicious predators encircling one another.

Jerry Andrews: Did you catch that, Ace? Not sure how well of a job Nigel did explaining the rules for this match.

Ace Anderson: I did, and it seems like there's a bit of confusion. To break it down for those of you watching at home on pay-per-view, the rules are pretty simple. This match will be two falls, with both the North American and International Championships on the line. The competitor that scores the first pinfall or submission will be awarded the North American Championship...and then the match will continue. The wrestler that scores the second and final pinfall or submission will walk away with the International title.

Jerry Andrews: So you're telling me that in theory, somebody could walk away with both titles?

Ace Anderson: Absolutely. Furthermore, a champion can lose their title without actually being pinned or submitted. Is it fair? Not necessarily, but them's the rules!

You couldn't find four more contrasting styles than the ones inside of the ring. Just when it looks like all hell will break loose, Kaard, Eira, and NCM all turn on Mr. Showtime...and begin to clobber him! The fans erupt into frenzied cheers as Wryght is clubbed, punched, and kicked back into the corner. Once he's been beaten and stomped down into the canvas, all three participants trot away beaming with accomplishment...until NCM levels both Eira and the Adrenaline King with a double clothesline. The tactic is met with a mixed reaction, but Mentis has a match to win! Grabbing Kaard by the back of the trunks and the scruff of the neck, he unceremoniously deposits him through the ropes to the outside. Turning his attention to a dazed Eira, he begins to lay in some heavy clubbing blows to the back, neck, and back of the head.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! You can hear the contact from those up in the cheap seats! And I thought Eira and Mentis were supposed to be allies?!

Ace Anderson: Think again. Rumor in the back is that Eira is competing against doctor's orders...again...here tonight after suffering a severe concussion a few weeks back, among other injuries. NCM didn't shy away from targeting her head at Trauma, and he's certainly not shying away now.

A giant headbutt from the International Champion causes Eira's knees to buckle and she drops like she'd been shot. The fans clearly aren't approving of NCM's methods and they let him know about it. Returning to Wryght over in the corner, he lays in a couple more stomps for good measure before returning to Eira. She's clearly in a lot of pain, but NCM gives no shits. Pulling her up by her silver, flowing braid, he drives an elbow directly into the side of her head before lifting her effortlessly into the air and spiking her into the mat with a nasty looking brainbuster!

Ace Anderson: Dear Lord!

With his eye on the prize, NCM makes the cover.

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Kickout!

Eira powers her shoulder up just as Kaard comes flying off the ring apron with a springboard Guillotine leg drop to the back of NCM's head! Eira rolls to the nearest corner still favoring her noggin as the Adrenaline King goes on the offensive. Hitting the ropes like a bullet, he charges the International Champion and drills him with the Mach Five knee smash! Knocked completely off balance, the Hobo King stumbles into a nearby corner where he crashes against the bottom turnbuckle. The Adrenaline King looks from Showtime to Eira to Non Compos Mentis, all three of them down in separate corners, before looking wildly out into the crowd. The Faithful cheer him on, giving him the surge he needs, as he makes a beeline for Showtime. Flipping Senton on Michael Wryght!

Jerry Andrews: Showtime eats a Roll of the Dice!

Rolling out of the corner, Kaard sets his sights on Eira and charges! Roll of the Dice to Eira, and she smashed into the turnbuckle. Kaard tumbles back to the center of the ring and points to NCM. The fans cheer approvingly, and Justin gives them what they want. A third Roll of the Dice, this time to the International Champion! On a roll, Kaard goes for a fourth on Michael Wryght...but the wily veteran pulls himself out of the corner like a snake and nearly decapitates the Adrenaline King with a vicious lariat that sends him flipping, spinning, and crashing to the mat!

Ace Anderson: Whoa! That was some major impact!

Jerry Andrews: I'd expect no less from a REAL Grand Slam Champion.

Ace Anderson: …

The crowd boos as the Presidential hopeful has his turn. Ripping the much smaller Kaard up off the ground by his ears, he bullies him back into the corner. Shoving his palm roughly up underneath Justin's chin, he measures him before laying in with a heavy knife edge chop! The slap echoes throughout the arena, causing the Faithful to groan in unison as Kaard clutches his chest.

Jerry Andrews: Could it be? Is he going to...?

Rather than lay in with more of the same, Wryght whips Kaard across the ring where he collides with a recovering Eira. Both participants fall to the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: No...I guess just chop was served. Singular.

Taking a quick inventory of Eira's condition, Showtime pulls her up...but only to put her back down with a short-arm clothesline. Refusing to release her wrist, he jerks he back to her feet and right into a single-arm DDT! Eira is motionless as a confident Wryght rolls her over for a cover.

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Non Compos Mentis is there to pull Showtime free of Eira by the boot. Taking exception, Showtime goes for the Hobo King...and walks right into an inverted atomic drop! Wryght steps around gingerly as NCM hits the ropes and hones in on Showtime with a running clothesline. Michael ducks. NCM puts on the brakes and turns. Wryght blasts him in the side of the head with a big right hand that staggers the big guy. NCM retaliates with a big right hand of his own.

Ace Anderson: Uh oh. Sean Rhodes is the last guy you want to get into a slugfest with. I can tell you that from experience.

Showtime returns fire. NCM with a right hook. Then Showtime. Then Mentis. Each blow knocks the other for a loop, yet they stand toe-to-toe laying into one another. Back and forth they go. Showtime! Mentis! Showtime! Mentis! Showtime! Mentis! Mentis! Mentis! NCM is getting the better of the Black Hand's mouthpiece, his brawling winning out over Wryght's technical prowess. The International Champion has Michael backed against the ropes and he sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. NCM catches him on the rebound with a running knee to the mid-section that sends Showtime somersaulting through the air!

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis with the kitchen sink, and the International Champion is in firm control of this match.

Showtime crawls to the corner, but NCM is there to greet him. Pulling him in for a side Russian legsweep, he takes Wryght back into the corner ricocheting Showtime's head off the turnbuckle in the process!

Ace Anderson: Ouch! That'll give you whiplash!

A replay pops up on the big screen showing the sickening impact of Showtime's head against the second turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Showtime clutches his neck in the corner as a dominant Non Compos Mentis stalks a recovering Justin Kaard. A giant clubbing blow to the back of Kaard drops the youngster to his knees. Mentis begins laying in some HEAVY boots to the head of the youngster before scooping him off the mat and whipping him into the ropes. Kaard ducks a clothesline and rebounds off the other side. Mentis strikes with a back elbow...but Kaard dodges that as well and picks up steam. Rifling off of the far side, the Adrenaline King launches himself into the air...and right into the waiting arms of NCM's Dum Dum Drop spinning sideslam! The air is driven from Justin's chest as Rhodes makes the cover.

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Eira with a desperation elbow to the back of NCM's head breaks up the count!

Ace Anderson: Non Compos Mentis has been dominant thus far, and I don't think he'll show Eira any mercy.

Eira is clearly still hurting and probably shouldn't even be competing at this point, but she soldiers on driving the point of her elbow, he spiked metal knee brace, anything she can to get the upper hand on the International Champion. Nigel warns her for using her knee brace, but she shrugs him off. Tackling NCM back into the corner, she begins unloading on him with some pinpoint kicks, punches, and thrusts that pick the big man apart.

Jerry Andrews: The contrast in styles here is amazing, Ace, and they've all been put on display. Eira is quick and agile, using her speed and assassin-like striking skills to stick and move. Her striking is absolutely lethal. Kaard, on the other hand, has Eira's speed, but instead of using his feet and fists as weapons, he uses his entire body! He's a daredevil that can strike from literally anywhere. And while NCM's strikes aren't as pinpoint accurate as Eira's they are heavy and powerful. Eira will chop a tree down with precision blows while Rhodes will just plow it down with a bulldozer. And then there's Michael Wryght, considered by many to be the greatest technical and submission wrestler of his generation. Such a mishmash of styles.

Ace Anderson: It's a thing of beauty.

A stiff front dropkick sends Mentis recoiling into the corner and as he stumbles out, Eira is waiting with a spinning back roundhouse kick...but NCM ducks! And drills Eira with his Blunt Trauma spinning backfist! Eira is out cold!

Jerry Andrews: That should do it!

NCM quickly makes the cover to become a five-time North American Champion!

1...

2...

3!

SPLASH!!!

No! Justin Kaard...someway! Somehow! From the top rope with the Deuces Wild springboard Phoenix splash, Kaard smashes both NCM and Eira just before Nigel can count the three. The Faithful erupt! Kaard rolls to the side clutches his ribs from the vicious impact.

Ace Anderson: What a move! Kaaaahhhhhhhd!!!

The fans are starting to rally behind the Adrenaline King as he makes it back to his feet and pulls the much larger Non Compos Mentis to his feet. Kaard connects with a jumping double knee strike that drops Mentis to his knees. In a flash, Justin takes a kneeling NCM face first into the mat with his Projectile Hurricanrana! Kaard makes the cover.

1...

2...

NCM powers out after two! Kaard keeps the momentum going by hitting the ropes, but NCM rises to his feet and smashes the smaller competitor with a running avalanche in the center of the ring. Wagging a finger at the Adrenaline King, NCM climbs out onto the ring apron and begins scaling the turnbuckles. The Faithful slowly begin to rise as the Born Psycho stands a bit wobbly atop the corner.

Ace Anderson: NCM going to the top rope?! This is a rarity. I think he wants to give the Adrenaline King a taste of his own medicine!

Struggling to keep his balance, NCM launches himself from the top rope with a dangerous looking diving headbutt...and he eats nothing but canvas! Rhodes rolls onto his back in the middle of the ring, clearly dazed, as Kaard points to the corner, signaling for the end! The fans roar in anticipation as Kaard nimbly leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. Flashbulbs light up the Pure Class Arena as Kaard takes flight! Leaping high into the air...

Jerry Andrews: Seattle Space Walk!!!

...Justin connects with his Corkscrew Shooting Star Press! The fans count in anticipation as Kaard makes the cover!

1...

2...

3!

Ace Anderson: Kaard got him!!!

Jerry Andrews: No!

Eira somehow managed to yank Kaard off of NCM's prone body. Spinning him around, she hurls him through the ropes to the arena floor before covering NCM herself.

1...

2...

Kickout!

NCM just barely manages to get the shoulder up, but Eira, migraine or no, pushes on undeterred. She smashes NCM with a leg drop from her metal braced knee before heading to the top rope. Sizing her opponent up, she takes flight...and connects! Fall of the Morning Star! She drives both feet into the Hobo King's stomach with a double foot stomp! Shaking the cobwebs from her still smarting head, she turns to cover NCM and retain her title...but as she turns, she's met by a charging Mr. Showtime clothesline that sends her out over the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght, ever the opportunist, has picked his moment perfectly!

NCM, still feeling the effects of Kaard's Seattle Space Walk and Eira's Fall of the Morning Star, is easy pickings for Wryght. With his other opponents incapacitated outside the ring, Michael works quickly. Locking Rhodes into his patented cloverleaf submission hold, Wryght is able to turn him over into the Spotlight!

Ace Anderson: Showtime's got the Spotlight on him, and it's locked in deep!

Right in the center of the ring! Nowhere for NCM to go. The fans begin to groan, but NCM isn't the sort to tap out. He continues to fight, but his energy is beginning to fade.

Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good for Rhodes. And just think...there's one more fall after this one.

Eventually, NCM's body goes limp and the referee begins to check for the KO. But before he can make his assessment, Kaard has managed his way back up onto the ring apron. Thinking quickly, Wryght releases the hold and absolutely waylays Kaard in the side of the head with a thrusting kick as he attempts to re-enter the ring!!!

Ace Anderson: That was one of the stiffest blows I've seen in my professional career!

Indeed, Kaard is knocked completely unawares with on his his legs getting tangled between the bottom and middle rope, preventing him from landing in a heap on the mat. Showtime yanks him free of the ropes and goes old school with his trusty Fisherman's Suplex! He's got Kaard cradled in the center of the ring! Nigel slides in for the count.

1...

2...

Suddenly, Eira surges into the ring under the bottom rope and dives at her Black Hand foe...

3!

...but she's a split second too late!

Ace Anderson: Did...did he get him?

There is some confusion as Nigel Gale communicates with the ring announcer. The PCW Faithful hold their breath as the announcement comes over the PA system.

“The first fall has be awarded to “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght!”

The fans let out a collective hiss as Showtime thrusts his fists into the air!

Jerry Andrews: By rule, Michael Wryght has re-captured the North American Championship! A hard-fought victory for Showtime, but there's one more fall that's yet to be decided.

Winner of the 1st Fall and NEW North American Champion: “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght via Pinfall @ 17:22

Clearly ecstatic over his big win, Showtime bails to the outside and approaches the timekeeper's desk. He reaches for the International Championship, but he's instead offered the North American Championship. Showtime looks a bit confused and again reaches for the International title. Wryght shrugs before accepting the North American Championship..and then snatches the International Championship as well! Slinging a belt over each shoulder, he begins strutting around the ring towards the entrance.

Jerry Andrews: What in the world is Showtime doing?!

Ace Anderson: There was definitely some confusion as to the rules and stakes of this match. If I'm not mistaken, Showtime thinks he's captured both titles!

Jerry Andrews: Is that what's going on here!?

Ace Anderson: I have no idea!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Eira has starting in on Non Compos Mentis. After getting in several shots, she turns her attention to Kaard. Nigel Gale attempts to shout an explanation to Showtime, but he'll hear none of it. Eira, realizing that something is amiss, catches the goings on between the referee and Michael Wryght. By now, Showtime has reached the entrance ramp as Eira stands beside Nigel against the ring ropes. Slowly, Kaard and NCM regain their composure and they, too, make it to their feet.

Jerry Andrews: This...is insane. Showtime won the North American title, but he's seemingly unwittingly hijacked the International Championship in the process.

Not sure what course of action to take, Nigel exits the ring and chases after the new champion, leaving the PCW Faithful and competitors alike with a bad taste in their mouths. Looking on with disgust, Eira is the first to exit the ring. Kaard isn't too far behind her. Non Compos Mentis, for his part, looks like he wants to crush something into dust as he stomps up the ramp and disappears to the back in search of his International Championship.

Ace Anderson: Folks, I'm not really sure what to say at this point. The match has, I guess, officially ended. While Showtime has the International Championship in his possession, he's not the official champion. I...I guess we'll give you an update on this situation as more information becomes available.

Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance
And I can show you that I'm worthy of the trust that you require
Put it all on my shoulders, I'm a fighter, I won't get tired
When I'm back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out

Sasha Greene: And NOW, for the main event of Deadly Intentions VI... a match scheduled for ONE fall... the winner to receive the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship!

Jerry Andrews: Here it finally is! We got the surprise reveal of the number one contender at Trauma 179, and what a reveal it was!

Ace Anderson: That’s right, and I think EVERYONE was shocked to find out that the contender - and tonight’s challenger - is none other than Tag Team Champion Nathan Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: It’s been a long time coming, but it looks like these two will finally be able to have it out in the ring.

Ace Anderson: I've been looking forward to this match all night!

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, billing from Hangtown, Kentucky and weighing in at 6'1" and 231lbs... YOUR Pure Class Wrestling WORLD CHAMPION...

As the opening to "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. His nasty grin strangely absent, Sadistic instead seems more focused on the upcoming match and getting to the ring, his measured pace just as much a testament to his injury as it is for effect. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate his lack of concern with the negative reception.

Sasha Greene: He is... BILLLLYYYYYYYYY SAAADISTIIIIIIIIIIC

After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further, but one can’t help but notice their reaction is more mixed than before.

Jerry Andrews: Man, does he EVER do laundry? Is it just the same ratty shirt every time, or what?

Ace Anderson: Well, at least the bandages are clean.

Jerry Andrews: It IS a pay-per-view. One must make an effort as World Champion, after all.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of our World Champ, how do you suppose he’s holding up?

Jerry Andrews: Well, after a nasty cage match with Gem and his literal impalement during the brutal cathedral match with Eira...

Ace Anderson: Both of which he won.

Jerry Andrews: Still, he took some serious damage. It hasn’t been anywhere near long enough for all that to heal yet.

Ace Anderson: Heal? I don’t even know how he’s walking, let alone competing, but he’s made of stronger stuff than most.

Sasha Greene: And now, billing from parts unknown and weighing in at 6'2" and 200lbs... PCW Tag Champion and challenger...

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.

Sasha Greene: He is... NAAAATHAAAAAANNN SAAAAANITIIIIIII

"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.

Ace Anderson: You know, something about these two seems off tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Not just that video?

Ace Anderson: That’s a fair bit of it, sure.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t... I don’t really know what to think at this point. I always thought Sadistic was getting a bad rap, but Nathan always...

Ace Anderson: ...always seemed like he was the good guy?

Jerry Andrews: Well, words are just words, and even you have to admit that Nathan sees plenty of reasons to be holding a grudge against Sadistic right about now.

Ace Anderson: With one pink-haired reason in particular, yeah. I guess we'll all just have to see where this goes.

Ed Lane steps between the ropes to give his introductory remarks, Sadistic remaining focused on the referee while Nathan’s attention seems to wander during the instructions. As Lane moves back, he raises his hand to signal the bell - it rings out, and the match begins!

Singles Match for the PCW World Championship
Sadistic (World ©) vs Nathan Saniti
Referee: Ed Lane

The two men stare at each other for a moment, then Sadistic extends an arm - to offer Nathan a handshake! Nathan looks from the Sadistic to the hand and back again, a sneer twisting his features as he crosses his arms, one orange eyebrow quirked over a fluorescent yellow eye. Knocking the offered hand aside, Nathan lays in with a solid punch, eschewing a strike to the head in order to drive a heavy fist into Sadistic’s bandaged wound! Staggering back then surging forward with a scowl of anger and pain, Sadistic returns fire with an equally powerful blow - and within seconds the two men are hammering on each other in the center of the ring! Giving it as good as he’s getting it, Nathan’s smile widens the longer the two brawl, his enjoyment of the “fisticuffs” readily apparent to the fans. Ducking under a particularly mean swing, Sadistic drives a knee up into Nathan’s gut - the Magician responding with an amused grunt!

Ace Anderson: How did that not drop him!?

Jerry Andrews: Drop him? How did he not react at ALL?

Ace Anderson: Something strange is going on here...

Jerry Andrews: It IS Nathan Saniti.

Ace Anderson: This is strange even for him - I don’t know how he’s withstanding these hits so calmly!

Equally incredulous but arguably more invested,

Jerry Andrews: An incredible showing so far by Sadistic, even after his injuries.

Ace Anderson: Even so, he seems to be having trouble making any headway against Nathan tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Well, Nathan’s coming at this match a bit more hale than our World Champ, and after all - look at THAT!

Jerry’s commentary breaks off as Sadistic rears back, putting body and shoulder behind his fist to haul off and BLAST Nathan in the face with a nasty right hook! The crowd cheers wildly in the few seconds pause - an audible gasp rippling through the arena as Nathan’s head snaps back to stare at Sadistic! The Magician’s eerie smile now a manic grin carved deep into his features, he playfully shakes an admonishing finger as the shadows around his eyes deepen to nearly black. Nathan explodes into action, bashing Sadistic in the face with what looks like a Candygram! The spinning backfist takes the Phenom completely by surprise, the man reeling back and struggling to keep his feet! Nathan pursues, grabbing a fistful His hands whip out and grab either side of Sadistic’s head, shaking it violently before shoving the World Champion away! Sadistic reels back, hitting the ropes, Nathan following him in to grab a wrist and slingshot him across the ring with a needlessly forceful irish whip! Sadistic bounces off the ropes once more, careening unsteadily into Lane - knocking the ref out of the ring! The Phenom halts just long enough to orient himself then charges towards Nathan - who grabs a fistful of hatpins from his trademark top hat and plunges them deep into Sadistic’s chest! Sadistic’s roar of pain rings out through the arena, the fans actually BOOING the attack!

Ace Anderson: Oh my god!

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t - that wasn’t okay. Ref! Do something!

Ace Anderson: Just LISTEN to them! Even the fans don’t like it!

Jerry Andrews: Something strange - stranger - has happened to Nathan lately.

Ace Anderson: Well just think about it. Sadistic corrupted Kelli into helping the Black Hand, then Kelli turned around and refused to join the (un)Stable even after abandoning her ... services ... to Billy Sadistic, so...

Jerry Andrews: So you're saying she serviced -

Ace Anderson: Someone get the ref up, Nathan's going to KILL Sasdistic at this rate!

Sure enough, Nathan’s deranged grin waxes unnaturally wide as he twists the the cluster of pins deep into Sadistic’s chest wound only to rip them from the reopened flesh and jam them in his hat just before a disheveled Lane clambers back into the ring!

Ace Anderson: I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Nathan like this.

Jerry Andrews: It’s unusual to see this level of wanton aggression from him, sure, but we’ve seen it before.

Ace Anderson: Not like this. Something really is different. I keep forgetting how big he is...

Jerry Andrews: That’s what SHE said.

Ace Anderson: Are you serious right now?

Jerry Andrews: Look at that! I think Sadistic’s got him!

While Nathan was busy trying to play innocent to the fans, Sadistic has grabbed him to lock in the Hangtown Death Grip! Even the crowd even reacts, getting behind Billy Sadistic for the first time in the past year... until they realize that Saniti is unfazed by it! Despite having his throat clinched in the devastating nerve grip, Nathan stares at Sadistic with a sneer of derision for all of two seconds before jettisoning him out of the ring like a child! The Phenom crashes to the ground at ringside in an untidy sprawl, Nathan streaking across the ring to slide under the ropes and land in a crouch nearby! Hauling Sadistic up by his matted hair, Nathan force marches him up the steps and throws him back into the ring! Sadistic measuring his length on the mat, Nathan steps neatly through the ropes and waits for the Phenom to rise, making a show of rolling back the lime green and violent-violet paisley cuffs of his shirt.

Ace Anderson: Something’s gotta give. This entire match has felt off.

Jerry Andrews: D’you mean the cheering for Sadistic or the violence from Nathan?

Ace Anderson: The two are not mutually exclusive when deciding what the most disturbing part of this match has been so far.

No sooner does the Phenom rise than Nathan begins to unload an arsenal of hard hitting strikes, Sadistic managing to field the series of blows - Nathan finally losing his patience and lunging forward to grapple! The two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until the wily Sadistic manages to twist around and wrap Nathan into a headlock! Nathan struggles mightily, keeping Sadistic on the move in an effort to escape the hold. Keeping Sadistic on the move - and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Nathan flings himself and Sadistic into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of the hold and shove him across the ring! Sadistic hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself barreling heedlessly into Nathan with a bullrush! The men crash to the mat, Nathan rolling away smoothly with Sadistic slower to gain a vertical base. Both men standing, Sadistic panting with the effort of the match when the crowd’s loud but mixed reaction causes both men to slew around - just in time to see Kelli making her way to ringside in a rush of color!

Ace Anderson: She’s not going to intefere, is she?!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think she’ll have time - LOOK!

As Nathan’s attention locks onto Kelli, the Magician’s arm reaching towards her in what looks like an involuntary gesture, Billy Sadistic comes flying across the ring with dropkick! Nathan goes down and makes to scramble away, but Sadistic moves just quick enough to grab a fistful of orange hair! With a rough jerk, the Phenom yanks Nathan’s head back - and into a waiting knee!

Ace Anderson: Oh OUCH.

Jerry Andrews: That HAD to hurt...

With Nathan nearly ragdoll senseless, Sadistic musters his remaining strength to lift Saniti bodily from the mat and snap him back down to the mat with a resounding crash with the Sadistic DDT! Dropping next to his fallen foe, Sadistic wraps Nathan up in a hold, the blood finally soaking through and beginning a slow drip onto the fine silk of Nathan’s shirt as Lane moves in to make a count.

...1!

...2!

...the fans watch with breathless anticipation...

...3!!!

Winner: Billy Sadistic (World ©) via Pinfall

Sadistic slowly gains his feet, his posture hunched as blood begins to soak through the bandages around his chest, Nathan coming to with a start! As he looks around, confused panic gives way to nothing short of devastation as he realizes that he's lost.

Sasha Greene: The WINNER, and STILL your Pure Class Wrestling WORLD CHAMPION....

Ed Lane raises Sadistic's arm in triumph, draping the title belt over Billy's shoulder as Nathan's crumpled visage deepens to a hateful glare of pure rage, black energy limning his entire body. Kelli watches quietly from ringside, her concerned gaze shifting from one man to the other as Billy Sadistic straightens to his full height with a grimace.

Sasha Greene: I give you... BILLLYYYYYYY SAAADISTIIIIIIIIIIC!

Ace Anderson: Another win... I can’t believe he’s done it!

Jerry Andrews: Well, he’s World Champion for a reason - and now he holds the record for longest World Title reign in Pure Class Wrestling history!

Ace Anderson: No easy feat, especially considering his opponents. Successfully defending his title against the likes of the precocious assassin and daughter of PCW’s legendary Lantlas in Gem...

Jerry Andrews: Surviving the burning hatred and predatory focus of Murdoc’s lover and former World Champion in Eira...

Ace Anderson: And now retaining his title against Nathan Saniti to face the winner of the Deadly Rumble at his next defense!

Jerry Andrews: Do you think he’ll hold onto it?

Ace Anderson: His reign hasn’t shown any signs of stopping despite the brutal onslaught from his enemies... only time will tell if the winner of the Rumble will be able to wrest the belt from his grip!

Jerry Andrews: Well, that remains to be seen, because, coming up next, is the Deadly Rumble.

"End the fight!
Before the fight ends you
This could be the day
Things only fall in the hands we raise"

Jerry Andrews: Okay folks, here we go! This is it!

Ace Anderson: Oh yeah! I love the Deadly Rumble!

The camera pans the crowd. The PCW Faithful are clearly very, very exciting for this upcoming match.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Deadly Rumble match!”

The crowd explodes.

“Here are the rules: In just a moment, those individuals who have drawn numbers one and two will enter the ring and the match will begin.
Then, every three minutes after, another competitor will enter the ring according to the numbers that were drawn backstage prior to the match. Eliminations occur when a competitor is tossed over the top-rope, and BOTH feet must hit the floor.

There are no count-outs, no disqualifications, no pinfalls and no submissions! The winner of this match will receive a PCW World Championship match at Collision Course Four on Sunday December 13th!”

Jerry Andrews: Huge stakes on the line here tonight!

Ace Anderson: The winner will rocket himself or herself right to the top of the PCW pecking order with a victory in this match.

Jerry Andrews: But it won’t be easy.

Ace Anderson: Oh hell no.

“And now, the competitor who drew number one….”

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

“… representing the (un)Stable: TYRONE “CRAZY BOY” SMITH!”

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy will certainly have his work cut out for him tonight!

Ace Anderson: Who’s number two!?

“And, the second competitor…”

The lights die.

The crowd silences.

A motorcycle reeves it's engine.

Then a single spotlight shines over the entrance as 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.

“… from Jacksonville, Florida: JUDGE!”

Once inside Judge removes his trucker hat and band shirt as the bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: Judge lost the PCW Underground Championship earlier tonight.

Ace Anderson: Let’s see if he can get back on the winning track with this match!

The two competitors square off as the crowd cheers. They lock up. Judge knees Smith in the stomach. He then quickly grabs him and throws him towards the ropes. Smith catches himself.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Judge was hoping for an early elimination there!

Ace Anderson: Smart!

Judge approaches, and Smith kicks back, hitting Judge in the stomach. He now grabs Judge and tries to toss him out, but Judge blocks it.

Jerry Andrews: Both men looking to eliminate their first opponent quickly.

Ace Anderson: It’s good strategy. Eliminate a guy now and you have like two minutes to rest.

The two lock up and battle with other another. Smith finally gets the upperhand when he elbows Judge in the face, staggering him. Smith runs at Judge with a clothesline that Judge ducks. Smith stops himself right as he hits the ropes. Judge shoves him, but Smith bounces backwards hitting Judge with a back elbow and saving himself from being eliminated.

Smith now pulls Judge up and he drops him with a Russian leg sweep. He then goes to work, stomping on his opponent.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy now trying to wear down his opponent.

Smith climbs to the top ropes now!

Jerry Andrews: Dangerous, dangerous move here!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy putting himself in a very vulnerable position here… will it pay off!?

Crazy Boy comes flying off of the ropes with a frog splash.

Ace Anderson: Nobody home! Oh man!

Jerry Andrews: This is a bad position for Crazy Boy to be in.

Judge slowly starts to get back to his feet. Suddenly the timer comes to life:

5…..
4…..
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1…..

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

Jerry Andrews: Who’s next!?

“Black Widow” by In This Moment begins to play as Alexa Black runs down to the ring.

Ace Anderson: Oh no… this is bad news for Judge!

Black immediately attacks Judge, wailing away at him with rights and lefts. She throws him into the corner hard. Black now charges at him as he steps out of the corner and she hits him with a running big boot. Crazy Boy is up on his feet now. Black pulls Judge up, and Crazy Boy takes him down with a big right hand. Judge crawls to the corner, but he’s double teamed by stomps from Crazy Power.

Ace Anderson: Judge is in the ring all alone with a tag team.

Jerry Andrews: He just has to hope that the next competitor targets Black or Smith and not him.

Alexa Black pulls Judge out of the corner. Crazy Boy immediately tackles him down to the mat, unloading on him with rights and lefts. Judge covers up, but Smith is relentless. Alexa Black smiles at his rage. Smith pulls Judge up. He directs him towards the ropes, but Judge battles back, knocking Crazy Boy down to the mat. Alexa Black charges, and Judge takes her down with a right hand.

Jerry Andrews: Judge fighting his way back now!

Judge pulls Smith up and he drops him with a t-bone suplex. He then approaches Alexa who is just standing up. He clotheslines her down to the mat. Judge then pulls Black up, but Black breaks free and takes him down with a big spinebuster!

5…..
4…..
3…..
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EEEEEEEEEEENT!

"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO begins to play. The crowd audibly groans.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man….

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

Alexa Black looks at him with incredible anger. Brochamp steps up on the apron and smiles. He starts to taunt Alexa from the apron, making smug kissy faces at her.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think it’s wise to taunt Alexa Black…

Brochamp steps through the ropes into the ring… and he’s immediately clotheslined over the ropes and down to the floor! He hits his head hard on the floor, possibly knocking him out!

“BUCK BROCHAMP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

The crowd roars. Alexa Black smiles.

Jerry Andrews: Well…

Ace Anderson: Okay, that was funny.

Jerry Andrews: We have his official time in the match and it’s one second. I think that might be a record!

In the meantime, Judge sneaks up behind Alexa and he grabs her, shoving her into the ropes. She has one leg over the ropes when Crazy Boy attacks Judge from behind! The two once again start to double team Judge.

Ace Anderson: I think that may have been Judge’s opportunity to even things up and it didn’t work.

Jerry Andrews: He’s in serious trouble against Crazy Power in this match.

Crazy Boy pulls Judge up and he throws him right over the ropes to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Judge has been eliminated!

Ace Anderson: Wait…. No! He landed on Buck Brochamp!

The eliminated Brochamp is still down on the floor at ringside and Judge landed right on top of him!

Jerry Andrews: Judge’s feet haven’t hit the floor!

Judge slowly stands up, on Brochamp’s back, being very careful not to touch the floor. He then leaps back up and rolls under the ropes and back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It’s a good thing for Judge that Brochamp is huge.

Ace Anderson: And slow.

Alexa and Crazy Boy are back on Judge as soon as he re-enters the ring. The countdown clock begins again.

5…..
4…..
3…..
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EEEEEEEEEEENT!

"Hero (feat. Elizaveta)" by Pegboard Nerds begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man!

Ace Anderson: Now this is going to make things interesting!

Kelli Starr runs down to the ring. Alexa Black is ready for her! Starr slides in and the two start to unload on one another with a series of rights and lefts!

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr, one half of the tag team champions and no friend of Alexa Black!

Ace Anderson: That’s putting it lightly!

She pulls Starr to her feet before jumping up and placing her knee’s just below Starr’s shoulder blades and falls backwards, pulling Starr down with her. Alexa impacts with the mat, driving her knees into Starr's back. Kelli rolls off of Alexa’s knees and onto her stomach where she writhes in pain. Alexa pulls Starr to her feet before sending her rocketing into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is pretty impressive here!

Ace Anderson: You can just feel the hatred between these two!

Alexa charges in and delivers a spear, doubling Starr over. Alexa drops an elbow across Starr’s sternum before locking in a side headlock. Dollface manages to fight up to her knees before Alexa cinches it in tighter. Kelli Starr starts fighting out by delivering elbows to the stomach of Alexa Black, eventually loosening her grip enough to send her to the ropes. Black rebounds off of the ropes and Starr tries to drop her with a shoulder block but is sent to the mat herself instead. Alexa sprints to the ropes and uses them to add to her momentum but is caught by Starr who drives her to the mat with a huge spear!

Jerry Andrews: What a move!

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black was almost ripped in half there!

Meanwhile, Judge and Tyrone Smith are battling it out. Judge drops Smith with a big right hand. Picking Crazy Boy up, Judge drives another hard right hand into Crazy Boy which knocks him back into the turnbuckle. Crazy Boy wakes up but is slumping in the corner. Judge follows up with boxer-like hooks and crosses to the body and face. He then whips Smith across the ring and follows up with a hard clothesline in the corner. Judge then grabs Crazy Boy and pulls him to the center of the ring before hoisting him up and slamming him down hard with a vicious clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Despite being double teamed so much in this match, Judge is still finding some offense!

Ace Anderson: Very impressive....

Measuring Crazy Boy, Judge comes full head of steam and nails Crazy Boy with a big boot as he stands up.

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“Walk” by Pantera begins to play as Ezra Blackstone makes his way down to the ring.

Ace Anderson: We saw Blackstone earlier tonight attacking Bubba Reece following his match, but this is our first chance to actually see him compete.

Jerry Andrews: I’m looking forward to it!

Blackstone attacks Judge from behind. He slams his elbow into Judge’s back, taking him down to the mat. Blackstone now starts to stomp away on his opponent. Crazy Boy gets back to his feet and he attacks Blackstone now!

Meanwhile, Starr pulls Alexa Black up and she throws her into the corner. Kelli Starr follows her in and she starts to unload on her with a series of punches. Alexa gets her hands up and blocks the attacks and then she starts to battle back herself!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black battling back now!

On the other side of the ring, Judge is up and he attacks Crazy Boy. He’s advantage doesn’t last long however as Blackstone is back up and he grabs Judge. He throws him towards the ropes and attempts to eliminate him, but Judge saves himself by elbowing Ezra in the stomach. He then grabs Blackstone and throws him over the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Ezra Blackstone on the apron now!

Ace Anderson: That’s a dangerous position to be in!

Judge grabs him, but Blackstone hits him with a big elbow to the side of the head. That staggers Judge. As he backs up, Crazy Boy takes him down with a one-armed DDT! Blackstone steps back through the ropes and Crazy Boy charges at him. Blackstone dodges his attack and Tyrone Smith flies through the ropes and down to the outside!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: But he went THROUGH the ropes, not over the top! He’s still in this!

Meanwhile, Alexa Black takes Kelli Starr down with a big clothesline. She then stomps on her, causing Kelli to cover up. Black pulls her up, but Starr drops her with a chin breaker. Alexa Black is staggered.

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“Bad Horsie” by Steve Vai begins to play as Michael Aaron Rickson Craig makes his way down to the ring.

Ace Anderson: Another newcomer! I want to see what this guy has to offer!

Craig enters the ring and Blackstone is all over him. Crazy Boy is back in the ring and he resumes the match-long battle that he’s had with Judge while Kelli Starr and Alexa Black continue to battle it out.

Jerry Andrews: The ring is starting to fill up now.

Ace Anderson: We’ve only had one elimination thus far!

Ezra pulls Craig up, but MARC shoves him backwards. He then leaps up and hits him opponent with a spinning heel kick. Crazy Boy and Judge have resorted to just slugging it out, each man putting everything he has behind his punches.

Kelli Starr grabs Alexa Black and she drops her with a backbreaker. She then goes to drop an elbow, but Black rolls out of the way. She waits for Kelli to stand up and then she kicks her in the stomach. She sets her up for a powerbomb now, near the ropes!

Ace Anderson: This could be it for Kelli Starr!

Dollface blocks the move and she takes Black’s legs out from under her.

Craig pulls Blackstone up and he hits him with a side suplex. He pulls him up again, but this time Ezra breaks away and he hits Craig with a big right hand! He then takes a step back and drops Craig with a big clothesline!

Crazy Boy kicks Judge in the stomach. He sets him up for a DDT, but Judge breaks free. He shoves Crazy Boy towards the ropes. Crazy Boy catches himself.

Blackstone pulls Michael Aaron Rickson Craig up and he places him in torture rack position! He then drops him and catches him with a reverse RKO!

Ace Anderson: THE DEEP SLEEP!

MARC hits the mat with a thud. Ezra Blackstone pulls him up and tosses him over the ropes. Craig manages to hold on to the top rope for a moment, but then he drops down to the floor with a thud.

“MICHAEL AARON RICKSON CRAIG HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.”

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“Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” by A Perfect Circle begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man…

Ace Anderson: The first member of The Black Hand to enter this match is Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: He’s also the only person scheduled for this year’s match that has won the Deadly Rumble in the past, winning it in 2012.

Grimm enters the ring and he immediately attacks Kelli Starr from behind.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm isn’t taking it easy on Kelli Starr despite her past affiliation with the Black Hand.

Ace Anderson: I feel like he’s not taking it easy on her BECAUSE of that prior affiliation.

Grimm slugs Starr in the back of the head. Meanwhile, Blackstone is attacked from behind by Crazy Boy. Judge gets to his feet and he’s pounced on by Alexa Black. Black throws him over the ropes, but he lands on the apron. Judge fights his way back into the match. He returns to the ring and he takes Black down with a sidewalk slam. He then stomps away on her.

Crazy Boy takes a step back and he then takes Ezra’s head off with a big boot.

Grimm pulls Kelli Starr up but she starts unloading on him with punches!

Jerry Andrews: Dollface taking it to Grimm now!

Grimm is staggered. He backs into the corner. Dollface runs at him, but he drops her with a diving clothesline. He then pulls Dollface up. Meanwhile, Judge attacks Blackstone from behind as he gets to his feet. He throws him into the corner. Crazy Boy gets up now and he goes over and checks on Alexa Black. The two back into a corner and begin to speak in hushed tones to one another.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Power planning a strategy here?

Ace Anderson: Or they’re just talking Crazy.

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“Galactic” by New Nobility begins to play and Derek Cosmos makes his way to the ring.

Ace Anderson: Well, here comes Derek Cosmos and we’re always happy to see him, but tonight we have some unfortunate news.

Jerry Andrews: As you know, Derek Cosmos and his tag team partner Nacho Grande were scheduled to compete for the tag team championships tonight. Unfortunately, there has been a contract dispute with The Late Night Express, and it appears Nacho Grande has left the promotion. It also appears that tonight is Cosmos' final contracted night with PCW.

Ace Anderson: So what happens if he wins the Rumble?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea!

Cosmos enters and he’s immediately attacked by Crazy Power.

Jerry Andrews: You have to figure Alexa Black and Crazy Boy want to take out a man who was once one of the number one contenders for the tag team titles and get themselves into the title picture!

Smith and Black unload on Cosmos, beating him down before he even really gets a chance to get to his feet.

Meanwhile, Judge hammers away on Blackstone in the corner, slugging at him with rights and lefts.

Kelli Starr has Grimm down and she stomps on him, hoping to wear him down.

Jerry Andrews: We now have seven active competitors in the ring right now, the most we’ve had all match.

Ace Anderson: And the more this ring fills up, the more dangerous it becomes to be in this Rumble. You have to try to keep your eye on everyone!

Crazy Boy pulls Derek Cosmos up. Alexa Black takes him down with a spear. Tyrone Smith now pulls him up and sets him up….

Jerry Andrews: CRAZY SLAM!

Crazy Bow grabs Cosmos and he throws him over the ropes… to the outside, eliminating him!

“DEREK COSMOS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Starr reaches down to pull Grimm up, but Grimm dives his forearm into her throat. He then stands up and grabs the staggered Dollface. He then drops her with a DDT.

Meanwhile, Ezra Blackstone has Judge in the corner. He charges at him! Judge bends down and gets under him with a back body drop, sending him over the ropes and to the outside, eliminating him!

“EZRA BLACKSTONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: Good showing by Ezra Blackstone here tonight.

Ace Anderson: That’s true. What’s also true is that he’s made a lot of enemies with his actions recently, so he’ll have a target on his back for the next little while.

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"Unstable" by Adema begins to play as Jason Willard makes his way down to the ring! He slides into the ring and goes right after Judge!

Jerry Andrews: These two were a part of that crazy tornado tag match earlier tonight!

Ace Anderson: And it looks like that contest didn’t solve anything between these guys!

Alexa Black turns her attention back to Kelli Starr.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr has been in a pretty brutal fight with Grimm for the past little while, and Alexa Black is looking to take advantage of that.

Meanwhile, Crazy Boy goes after Grimm. The two men lock up. Grimm grabs Smith and he throws him into the corner! Grimm now charges at Smith and he hits him with a clothesline! Grimm grabs Smith and he sets him up for a DDT. Crazy Boy elbows Grimm in the stomach. He then hits Grimm with an elbow to the back of the head.  Smith now hits Grimm with a DDT of his own!

Jerry Andrews: Nice counter there by Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: And look at him now!

Smith grabs Grimm’s arm and he starts unloading on him with a series of kicks to the ribs! Crazy Boy now drops an elbow.  He now pulls Grimm up.  Crazy Boy sets Grimm up for a piledriver, but Grimm hits him with a back bodydrop!  Grimm now turns and he drops an elbow of his own on Crazy Boy. Grimm now stands up and he Irish whips Crazy Boy into the ropes.  As Crazy Boy comes back, Grimm hits him with a big boot to the face! Both men are down now!

Ace Anderson: What a boot to the head!

Alexa Black pulls up Kelli Starr. She sets her up for a piledriver, but Dollface reverses it into a back bodydrop! As Black gets back up, Starr hits her with a big throat strike! She then grabs her and lifts her up near the ropes! Alexa Black breaks free and she drops down behind Kelli! She shoves her. Kelli catches herself as he hits the ropes. Alexa Black charges at her, but Dollface sidesteps it! Black hits the ropes! Dollface spins and hits her with a backfist!

Jerry Andrews: CANDYGRAM!

Alexa Black falls backwards, over the ropes and down to the floor!

“ALEXA BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: A strong showing by Alexa Black in this match as well!

Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr was just a little bit quicker on this night, but the war between these two is fa from over!

Meanwhile, Willard throws Judge into the corner and he unloads on him with a series of chops. Judge absorbs a few, but then he grabs Willard and throws him into the corner. He then starts unloading on him with punches.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle between these two here right now!

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"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to play. “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght walks down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Well, here comes the man who wants to be President.

Ace Anderson: And the man who…. walked out of a match with two titles tonight, but we’re not sure what exactly happened there.

Jerry Andrews: I’ve been told that, at this moment, we’re supposed to refer to him as “the disputed North American and International Champion” and, actually, we’re not supposed to say anything more than that. I’m told this situation will be resolved on the next edition of Trauma.

Showtime immediately attacks Crazy Boy from behind, helping out his stable-mate Grimm. The two Black Hand members begin to stomp on Smith, beating him down while he’s on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Now Crazy Boy, who’s had a numbers advantage for most of this match thanks to his partner Alexa Black being out here, is on the opposite end of a two-on-one.

Willard slumps into the corner now.  Judge staggers away.  He wipes the blood from his eyes and shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts.  Judge now turns around as Willard is standing up.  Willard leaps at him!  Judge suddenly grabs him and drives him into the mat with a Joker Driver!

Jerry Andrews: GOD'S CALL!

Judge now pulls Willard to his feet. He throws him towards the ropes. Willard grabs the ropes to stop himself. Judge grabs him and Willard slugs him in the head. Judge returns fire. He now sets Willard up for a suplex. Willard blocks it.  udge tries again. Again Willard blocks it. Willard now with a suplex of his own! Judge shifts his weight and he drops down behind Willard!

Ace Anderson: These guys are going hard and fast right now!

Meanwhile, Grimm pulls Crazy Boy up. Showtime and Grimm both grab him and then set him up. They then hit him with a double suplex! Suddenly Dollface attacks Showtime from behind! Grimm goes after Starr, but Crazy Boy somehow gets up and he slugs Grimm in the spine!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy and Judge, the men who started this match, are still going strong!

Judge now grabs Willard around the waist! He attempts a German suplex, but Willard blocks it! Willard breaks free, spins behind Judge, and attempts a German suplex of his own! Judge blocks that one and he again reverses positions with Willard!  Judge now lifts Willard up for a German suplex! Willard twists in mid-air and he lands on his feet behind Judge!  Judge quickly spins around! Willard comes at him with a spinning wheel kick! It connects!

Ace Anderson: Big move!

Willard now pulls Judge up and he hits him with a tilt-a-whirl tombstone piledriver!

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“Sumo” begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man.

Hiroshi Yukio makes his way down to the ring.

Ace Anderson: This man is huge and, without a doubt, the biggest man in the match.

Jerry Andrews: How is ANYONE going to get him over the ropes!?

Yukio walks down to the ring and he attacks Showtime from behind. He unloads on him with a series of big forearm shots. Yukio now takes a step back, waits for Showtime to turn around, and he hits him with a big super kick! Showtime hits the mat. Willard charges at Yukio, but he suffers the same fate.

Ace Anderson: I think this guy could win the whole thing!

Yukio turns his attention back to Michael Wryght who is slowly starting to stand up. Suddenly, the PCW World Champion Sadistic makes his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What is he doing here!?

Ace Anderson: Well, the winner of this match is going to challenge for his title, so maybe he wants to get a closer look.

Yukio pulls Showtime up and he lifts him up. Suddenly, Sadistic grabs Yukio’s leg, causing him to fall!

Jerry Andrews: Come on!

Ace Anderson: Well….

Wryght takes advantage of the situation and he starts to unload on Hiroshi Yukio with punches. Meanwhile, Willard and Kelli Starr are grappling in the corner while Judge and Crazy Boy continue to battle it out.

Jerry Andrews: Judge and Tyrone Smith have been at each other’s throats for this entire night!

Grimm is up now and he grabs Yukio. Showtime does as well. The two men back Yukio up against the ropes and then try to shove him over, but they’re struggling.

Ace Anderson: Will they be able to get the big man over!?

Sadistic leaps up onto the apron! The referee orders him down. Sadistic listens, but he pulls the ropes down as he drops back to the floor! That’s enough to allow Grimm and Showtime to shove Hiroshi Yukio over the ropes and down to the floor below!

“HIROSHI YUKIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

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“Immortal" by Eve to Adam starts to play and Justin “Stormm” Michaels makes his way down to the ring. Sadistic smiles.

Jerry Andrews: Another member of The Black Hand out now!

Ace Anderson: They’ve got good odds in this match!

Pleased with the current situation, Sadistic walks away from ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is leaving but he’s going to see one of these competitors again when he defends his title against the winner of the match!

Willard immediately attacks Stormm as he enters the ring.

Ace Anderson: You want to talk about history? THESE GUYS have a history!

Willard and Stormm begin trading blows. They’re battling it out with one another when the fight is broken up by Grimm and Wryght. They attack Willard and it becomes a three-on-one!

Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand with the numbers advantage once again!

It doesn’t last long however, as Dollface attacks Showtime. Judge attacks Grimm! Crazy Boy attacks Stormm! Willard joins in!

Ace Anderson: Wait just a second…. The Black Hand does NOT have the numbers advantage! There are three of them, but there are FOUR others in this match!

Willard and Crazy Boy work on Stormm in the corner. Dollface throws Showtime into the ropes. She tries to eliminate him, but Wryght clings to the top ropes. He then kicks Starr away.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm was our last entrant folks, so that means that one of these seven individuals will earn the right to challenge the World Champion.

Ace Anderson: Just think, you have a one-in-seven shot at completely changing your career – and your life – with this match right now!

Meanwhile, Judge battles Grimm, backing him up against the ropes with a series of strikes. Judge now takes a step back and charges at Grimm, but Grimm catches him! He then uses Judge’s momentum against him and he throws him over the ropes to the outside!

“JUDGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.”

Jerry Andrews: Judge has been here since the beginning, but he’s been eliminated now.

Ace Anderson: What a performance!

Grimm now clobbers Crazy Boy in the back. Willard attacks Grimm, but Stormm grabs Willard. He drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Meanwhile, Dollface charges at Showtime. Showtime strikes her down with a right hand. He then starts to stomp away at her. Wryght now turns his attention to Grimm, who is choking Crazy Boy in the corner. He joins in and the two double team Smith. Justin Michaels now joins in!

Jerry Andrews: And momentum has switched back in the direction of the Black Hand!

All three Black Hand members now try to get Crazy Boy up and over the ropes. Smith clings to the ropes, trying to stay alive. Willard is up and he attacks Showtime! Dollface is on Grimm! Stormm is still struggling with Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: All of these competitors are fighting for their lives right here!

Grimm blocks a punch from Dollface and he throws her into the corner. He then charges at her and connects with a clothesline. Wryght blocks a shot from Willard and he drops him with a short clothesline. Crazy Boy has successfully fought himself out of the corner against Stormm, but the Black Hand is suddenly all over him again! He tries to hang on, they keep pushing.

Jerry Andrews: They’ve got Crazy Boy over the ropes but he’s hanging on!

Ace Anderson: He’s been in this match since the beginning, how much more energy does he have!?

Crazy Boy desperately tries to grab the ropes, but he loses his grip and he falls to the floor on the outside.

“TYRONE SMITH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.”

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy entered this match at number one and he battled his way through so much, but his match ends right now.

Jerry Andrews: And then there were five.

Ace Anderson: Three members of The Black Hand, Kelli Starr and Jason Willard.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, keep in mind, there can only be one winner in this match. The three Black Hand guys will have to take each other on at some point.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but I think it’s their plan to wait until the end to do that. It’s a good plan.

Michael Wryght turns around and he’s immediately taken down by Kelli Starr. She starts unloading on him with punches. Grimm pulls her off, but she breaks free and hits him with a shoulder jawbreaker! He’s dazed. She then spins and hits a spinning backfist!

Jerry Andrews: CANDYGRAM!

Grimm falls to the mat. Dollface can’t capitalize however, as she’s taken down by Michaels. Stormm pulls her up and hits a German suplex. He’s suddenly attacked by Willard! The Anarchist drops Stormm with a DDT. He then hits him with a standing moonsault. Willard stands up and he walks right into a kick from Showtime. Wryght takes him down with a single arm DDT.

Ace Anderson: What action!

Showtime pulls Willard up, but Willard drives his shoulder into Showtime’s midsection, doubling him over. Jason Willard now has his legs taken out from under him by Grimm. Grimm slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Willard up. Willard tackles Grimm down and unloads on him with a series of forearms to the face!

Jerry Andrews: Everyone in this match is putting absolutely everything they have into it. A shot at glory is on the line!

Ace Anderson: World Title shots don’t come up very often, so when one’s on the line, you have to do whatever you can to win it.

Dollface is up and so is Stormm. He backs her into the corner. She gets her feet up and kicks him right in the face. Starr now charges out of the corner, taking Michaels down with a double leg takedown! She then pulls him up and drags him towards the ropes, trying to eliminate him. He holds on to the rope and then drives his elbow into her stomach.

Meanwhile, Showtime attacks Jason Willard. He throws him into the corner. Showtime steps towards him, but Willard bursts out of the corner with a clothesline! Dollface and Michaels are battling it out near the ropes. Starr strikes him in the throat. He’s staggered. She shoves him over the ropes. He holds on. Willard rushes over to help! Michaels breaks free, shoving them both backwards.

Wryght is back up and he grabs Willard and throws him towards the ropes. Willard reverses it and throws Showtime to the ropes. He charges at him with a clothesline! Showtime goes over the ropes and lands on the apron! He holds onto the ropes for dear life.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime doing absolutely everything he can to hold on!

Suddenly, Dollface comes flying across the ring! She hits Showtime with a dropkick just as Willard shoves him! He falls to the floor!

“MICHAEL WRYGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.”

Jerry Andrews: We’re down to four!

Ace Anderson: Willard and Starr showing a bit of teamwork right now. Will that continue?

Jerry Andrews: And will the two remaining Black Hand members – the team of Revelation – continue to work together?

Ace Anderson: I think they will.

Jerry Andrews: Then I think Dollface and the Anarchist will have no choice but to work together as well.

The four competitors face off. Stormm and Grimm look at one another and the towards the other two competitors. They charge forward. Grimm takes Willard down with a clothesline. Stormm does the same to Starr.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr has been in this match longer than any remaining competitor and she’s taken some punishment in this match, remember that!

Grimm pulls Willard up and he throws him into the corner. Stormm reaches down for Starr, but she kicks him in the head as he does. She now stands up and hits him with a stiff roundhouse kick to the side. He is staggered. Dollface now connects, hitting Michaels with a big hip toss powerslam!

She now charges over and clocks Grimm in the back of the head, knocking him to the mat! The Anarchist gets out of the corner and he sees Stormm staggering to get to his feet. Willard hits him with a huge spinebuster!

Ace Anderson: Bone crushing move!

Willard now starts stomping away Michaels. Michaels finally struggles to his feet.  Suddenly, Willard pulls him in tight and tosses him with a belly-to-belly overhead throw. Michaels goes crashing down to the mat in pain!

Jerry Andrews: Good Lord! What a throw by Willard!

Jason Willard bounces off the rope and delivers a leg drop. Willard now locks Michaels in a front face lock, he attempts to wear him down. Stormm grabs Willard's head and tries to stand up. Cinching the hold in deeper, Jason Willard tries to block it, but Michaels counters with a front chin breaker. Giving himself more time to recover, Michaels hits a gut wrench backbreaker.

Ace Anderson: This battle between Stormm and Willard is great. So much history here.

Whipping Willard to the ropes, Michaels gives him a hard clothesline knocking him down.  Michaels pulls Willard up now.  He sets him up an delivers a northern lights suplex!

Meanwhile, Grimm pulls Starr up.  Starr suddenly grabs Grimm and she hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Starr now is on her feet!  As Grimm staggers to his feet Starr runs and she hits him with a spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: This is hard-hitting action folks!

Starr quickly pulls Grimm to his feet!  Grimm counters and he hits Dollface with a big kick to the face!

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Michaels whips Jason Willard to the turnbuckle. Measuring him, Michaels gets a running start and attempts to clothesline him in the corner but Willard moves out of the way!  He now counters with a bulldog, driving Michaels into the mat. As Michaels staggers to his feet, Willard steps forward and he hits Michaels with a thrust kick to the jaw!  Willard now picks Michaels up by the head.  He now lifts him up for a suplex!

Jerry Andrews:  Suplex coming up.... NO!

Ace Anderson: Reversal!

Michaels shifts his weight, twists his body and he lands behind Willard! He then shoves him towards the ropes. Willard holds on. Stormm leaps up and he hits him with a missile dropkick! Willard flies over the ropes but he somehow lands on the apron! Stormm grabs Willard by the head! He slams him into the corner post! Willard falls to the floor!

“JASON WILLARD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.”

Jerry Andrews: And we’re down to three!

Grimm pulls Starr up, but she battles out. She connects with a big side kick to the throat. Grimm is staggered and Dollface runs at him. She gets under her and lifts her up, throwing her over the ropes…. but she lands on the apron. Grimm charges at her, but she kicks him in the head! Stormm rushes over. Starr leaps over the ropes, hitting Michaels with a flying clothesline! She waits for him to stand up and…

Jerry Andrews: CANDYGRAM!

Dollface pulls Stormm up, but Grimm attacks her from behind. He throws her into the corner. Grimm charges, but she gets her feet up at the last second, kicking him in the face! She flies out of the corner now, taking Grimm down with a spear. Michaels attacks her as she stands up. He grabs her and sets her up….

Ace Anderson: HANGCLOUD DDT!

Michaels pulls Starr up and he drags her towards the ropes. She breaks free and shoves him from behind! He flies over the ropes and to the apron. She leaps up with a dropkick! He hits he floor!

“JUSTIN MICHAELS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: We are down to two. One of these two competitors will compete for the PCW World Championship.

Kelli Starr stands up. So does Grimm. The too look at one another. They circle. Finally, they take a step forward and lock up. Grimm quickly knees Starr in the chest! Dollface doubles over. Grimm now drives the point of his elbow into Starr's spine and starr drops to her knees. Grimm hits Starr with a knee lift to the face, knocking her backwards and down to the mat. Grimm drops an elbow now. He pulls Kelli up and connects with an uppercut, sending her reeling. Grimm now grabs Starr and sends her down to the mat with a suplex!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm seems to be in charge at this point.

Ace Anderson: But we've all seen how quickly things can change in this match!

Grimm pulls Starr up to her feet once again. He backs her into the corner now. Grimm with a stiff forearm to Kelli's face! He now unleashes another! Dollface is slumped down in the corner now. Grimm drives his knee into Starr's chest. Grimm now pulls Kelli Starr out of the corner. Dollface quickly grabs him, hitting him with a reverse Russian leg sweep. She then starts to stomp away on her opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Dubstep!

Ace Anderson: Dollface trying to wear Grimm down enough that she can eliminate him!

Starr pulls Grimm up, only to take him back down with a strong clothesline. She drops an elbow now and then pulls him up and drags him toward the ropes. She throws him at he ropes, but he catches the ropes. Starr charges, but Grimm clotheslines her down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle between these two!

Grimm pulls Starr to her feet. He whips her into the corner now. Grimm now charges at Starr, who gets her feet up, kicking Grimm in the face!

Jerry Andrews:  Starr counters!!!!

Starr now jumps up to the second rope.

Ace Anderson: This is dangerous! Don't do this Dollface!

She now leaps off of the ropes with a double axehandle smash!  It connects, sending Grimm down to the mat! Starr pulls Grimm up, only to send him right back down with a DDT!  Starr stands up again and she pulls Grimm to his feet. Dollface Irish whips Grimm across the ring. As Grimm comes back, Starr rebounds off of the opposing ropes, leaps up, and connects with a jumping, spinning wheel kick!  Grimm falls backwards, over the ropes, and onto the apron!

Jerry Andrews: He’s on the apron! Dollface could just be seconds away from victory!

Dollface approaches Grimm. She grabs him, but he breaks free. He hits an elbow to her face. She staggers backwards, allowing Grimm to re-enter the ring. Dollface charges at him, but he kicks her in the stomach and sets her up!

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!

Kelli Starr is down and out. Grimm slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Starr up and drags her towards the ropes. He lifts her up… but she drops down behind him! She shoves him, but he holds on! Grimm then grabs her and hip tosses her over the ropes…. to the apron! Grimm approaches her, but Starr kicks him. She steps back through the ropes.

Ace Anderson: This match continues!

Grimm kicks her in the stomach and throws her over once again… again she lands on the apron. He throws a punch. She blocks it. She swings. He blocks it. Grimm then connects with a huge elbow to the face. Starr is staggered. He strikes her again… and she falls to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over!

“KELLI STARR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Ace Anderson: Grimm is a two-time Deadly Rumble winner!

* DING DING DING *

Grimm staggers backwards, raising his arms in the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2015 Deadly Rumble: GRIMM!”

Grimm stands in the ring victorious.

2015 Deadly Rumble Winner: Grimm

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is the winner of the Deadly Rumble and that means…..

Ace Anderson: Brother versus brother for the title at Collison Course!

Jerry Andrews: Wow. The Hangtown Horrors will collide! Thank you for joining us everyone. Good night!

- CLICK -

Overview
Bubba Reece d. Braddock
The Sea Men d. Tha UnHoly Alliance and Judge & Jury; Wasp becomes new Underground Champion
Michael Wryght d. Eira, NCM, & Justin Kaard in the first fall of two falls. Controversy arises, match never finishes. Who's champ?
Sadistic d. Nathan Saniti
Grimm last eliminates Kelli Starr to win 2015 Deadly Rumble

Deadly Rumble Notes:
Order of Entry
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Judge
Alexa Black
Buck Brochamp
"Dollface" Kelli Starr
Ezra Blackstone
Michael Aaron Rickson Craig
Grimm
Derek Cosmos
"The Anarchist" Jason Willard
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Hiroshi Yukio
Justin "Stormm" Michaels

Order of Elimination
Buck Brochamp eliminated by Alexa Black
Michael Aaron Rickson Craig eliminated by Ezra Blackstone
Derek Cosmos eliminated by Tyrone Smith
Ezra Blackstone eliminated by Judge
Alexa Black eliminated by Kelli Starr
Hiroshi Yukio eliminated by Grimm & Michael Wryght
Judge eliminated by Grimm
Tyrone Smith eliminated by Grimm, Justin Michaels and Michael Wryght
Michael Wryght eliminated by Kelli Starr and Jason Willard
Jason Willard eliminated by Justin Michaels
Justin Michaels eliminated by Kelli Starr
Kelli Starr eliminated by Grimm
Winner: Grimm