Trauma 180 Results

[Rick Majors]

Tuesday October 20th, 2015

There isn't even an intro to the show. Suddenly the feed just cuts in and we're right in the middle of a brawl. The camera is shaky as the operator tries to get into position. Obviously, none of this was planned and crews have quickly dashed to get the battle on tonight's show.

Finally, things stabilize and we see Braddock go flying into a wall in what appears to be the backstage area. Walking into the frame now is apparently the man who threw him into the wall: Bubba Reece. Reece pounces on Braddock now, unloading on his face with a series of strong right hands.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and... wait... are we on...?

Ace Anderson: I think so...

Jerry Andrews: We're as surprised as you are, folks, to be starting the show this way. We're not 100% sure how this started, but what we do know is that Bubba Reece apparently jumped Braddock backstage as he was preparing for the opening match tonight and now here we are.

Ace Anderson: These two brutalized one another at Deadly Intentions with Bubba Reece picking up the victory, but apparently it isn't over between these guys.

Reece pulls Braddock up now and he drags him towards the entrance way. He throws him through the curtain and the crowd explodes as they see Braddock tossed out into the aisle. Bubba Reece is quick to follow. Braddock gets to his feet and he stumbles down the aisle towards the ring. Reece picks up a chair and he helps him get there, slugging him right in the head, causing him to fall and roll down the aisle, stopping at the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And now they're right out here in front of us!

Reece now pulls Braddock up and he throws him right into the guardrail at ringside. Reece now starts stomping away on Braddock. Suddenly, from the back Ezra Blackstone appears! He rushes down toward Braddock and Reece, attacking Reece from behind!

Ace Anderson: Blackstone attacked Reece after the match at Deadly Intentions and he's back out here now!

Jerry Andrews: These three are supposed to be in a fourway match along with Michael Aaron Rickson Craig tonight!

Blackstone and Reece battle it out now. Eventually Reece gets the upperhand and he throws Blackstone into the ring apron, slamming his head into it. Suddenly, MARC is out and he's all over Braddock!

Jerry Andrews: What is going on here!?

Reece grabs Blackstone and he throws him into the ring. The bell sounds.

Jerry Andrews: The bell just rang? Is this... is this match starting now?

Ace Anderson: Charles Lim just sprinted down to the ring so I guess so...

Jerry Andrews: This is chaotic even for an Underground Rules match!

Underground Rules Match
Bubba Reece vs Braddock vs Ezra Blackstone vs Michael Aaron Rickson Craig
Referee: Charles Lim

Braddock and Craig are battling it out on the outside of the ring while Reece and Blackstone do the same inside. Braddock managed to block a punch from Craig and he throws him into the steel steps at ringside. Craig goes flying over them, landing on the floor hard. Inside, Reece tackles Blackstone down to the mat. He then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Blackstone staggers out and Reece hits him with a spinebuster.

On the outside, MARC staggers up, only to be taken down by a clothesline by Braddock. Back inside, Reece pulls Blackstone up and he hits him with a hangman neck breaker.

Jerry Andrews: Bubba Reece looks dominant here tonight.

Ace Anderson: I wouldn't want to mess with him right now.

Braddock pulls MARC up, but Craig thumbs him in the eye. Braddock stumbles backwards and Craig takes him down. Craig starts to unleash a series of right and left hands. Braddock finally covers up and then rolls over. He's now on top and he starts throwing rights and lefts.

Inside, Reece pulls Blackstone up again. He then throws him over the ropes and to the outside. Reece now stands inside the ring, looking down at his three opponents. Braddock stands up now. He pulls MARC up and throws him into the ring. Braddock is about to follow him in when Blackstone reaches up and grabs his ankle. Braddock kicks loose and then he goes after Ezra.

Jerry Andrews: Reece has Craig now!

Bubba Reece pulls Michael Aaron Rickson Craig up now. He throws him off of the ropes and hits him with a spinebuster. Reece then starts to stomp away on Craig.

Outside, Braddock and Blackstone are going at it, trading blows back and forth.

Jerry Andrews: And now this is... WOAH!!!!

Blackstone grabs Braddock and he throws him over the announce table!

Static is heard from the announcers' headsets and then silence. Blackstone leaps over the table and pounces on top of Braddock. The two disappear somewhere between the table and the announce team. Ace and Jerry struggle to get out of their way and back on the air.

Ace Anderson: .... we.... air.... hello?

Jerry Andrews: .......... insanity out here!

Ace Anderson: ...... I can't work like this and.... balls.... hello? HELLO?

Jerry Andrews: Are we........?

Inside the ring, Bubba Reece grabs MARC and he hits him with a running Death Valley driver! He the climbs to the top rope! Hillbilly Airlines!

Jerry Andrews: .... what a move from the big man! He....

Ace Anderson: .... hello? HELLO!?

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

Winner: Bubba Reece via pinfall

Reece stands up and he raises his arms in the air in victory! The announce team is still trying to get their headsets working correctly as the show heads to commercial.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and what a way to start the show! I haven't even got a chance to welcome you to Trauma yet! Welcome to the show. I'm Jerry Andrews and with me as always is Ace Anderson.

Ace Anderson: Glad to be back on the air and - wow - what a crazy time we've been having here already!

Jerry Andrews: Huge victory for Bubba Reece in that opening match!

Ace Anderson: It certainly was and that's fitting because we have a huge show for you tonight!

Jerry Andrews: That's right! One of the biggest stories coming into tonight was regarding the situation that took place with the fourway match at Deadly Intentions.

Ace Anderson: That's right. Michael Wryght, Non Compos Mentis, Justin Kaard and Eira faced off in a fourway match with two titles on the line. The way it was SUPPOSED to work was that the first fall was for the North American Championship and the second fall was for the International Championship.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but, that didn't happen exactly. Well... just watch this.

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.

Jerry Andrews: To address that situation, we now have PCW President Frank Foley in the ring.

Foley is holding a microphone. The crowd responds mostly negatively as Foley starts to speak.

Frank Foley: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a prepared statement that has been reviewed by the PCW legal team.

Foley begins to read off of a piece of paper.

Frank Foley: At Deadly Intentions VI, there was confusion during the double-title, fourway match that resulted in the match ending with no clear victor in the second fall of the match. This was due to a legal issue regarding with the match contract of "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght. While the official rules of the match stated that the 'First Fall is for the North American Title, Second Fall is for the International Title,' Wryght's contact had the wording 'First Fall is for the International Title, Second Fall is for the North American Title' written. While this could be considered an error, this was the text on the contract that was signed by Mr. Wryght and thus, it is legally binding.

The crowd boos.

Frank Foley: The result of this situation is that Michael Wryght is currently considered the 'disputed North American and International Champion.' PCW lawyers are currently working with Mr. Wryght's legal team to vacate one of the two championships and negate that title win. These negotiations are nearing completion but still require signatures from Mr. Wryght's lawyers. Once these proceedings are complete, the vacated title will be competed for in a triple threat match later tonight involving the other three competitors involved in the original match: Non Compos Mentis, Eira and Justin Kaard.

Jerry Andrews: So what does that mean for this next match? Showtime is scheduled to face Nathan Saniti next!

Ace Anderson: Will it be a title match and, if so, for which title!?

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys suddenly begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He is holding the PCW North American Title in one hand and the PCW International Title in the other.

A few seconds later, two men and a woman all wearing business suits walk out behind Showtime. One of the men is holding a briefcase.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Showtime has brought his legal team...

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

The lawyers enter after him. He hands both championships to one of his lawyers. Another opens the briefcase and pulls out a stack of papers. He hands them over to Foley. Foley begins to read through the documents.

Jerry Andrews: Well, as much fun as watching someone read a document is, we're going to use this opportunity to pay some bills.

Ace Anderson: Hopefully when we get back, we'll have an answer regarding the titles.

When the camera cuts back to the arena, Mr. Showtime Michael Wryght is already at ringside. He’s leaning against the announcers table, chatting with Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews.

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.

Jerry Andrews: “The audience is certainly having mixed reactions towards Nathan Saniti tonight.

Ace Anderson: “After what they saw at Deadly Intentions can you blame them? Saniti has always been a little unhinged but after what he did to Sadistic, who can say just how far this guy will go?

"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.

After carefully placing his hat in the corner he points over to Showtime and with that same disturbing rictus grin he displayed at Deadly Intentions motions for the Disputed Champion to join him in the ring. With a sigh and a “if I must” shrug, Showtime slides under the ropes.

Non-Title Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (Disputed North American & International ©)
Referee: Ty Little

Jerry Andrews: We still haven't heard anything official regarding the titles, but we have been told that this match is a non-title match.

Ace Anderson: Why isn't anyone telling us anything!? What kind of company is this!? Foley needs to be replaced by someone... or a few people!

Jerry Andrews: Be careful Ace, I don't want to have to find a new broadcast partner! You get yourself into hot water and the might put Shande Dodge out here with me!

The referee rings the bell and the two superstars immediately tie up in the middle of the ring. They’re not locked up for long however as Saniti viciously shoves Showtime, causing the disputed North American and International champion to hit the mat. Showtime looks up in, his face twisted in equal parts incredulity, embarrassment, and anger.

Showtime gets back to his feet and two lock up again. Unlike last time though, Showtime slips around behind the mad magician and takes him down with a belly to back suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime showing off some of that technical prowess that has made him so famous.

Ace Anderson: And here I thought it was the Hollywood pictures, the multiple awards, and the fact that he’s the next President of these United States that made him so famous?

Jerry Andrews: Well yes, certainly those too but I was talking about PCW.

Ace Anderson: So was I, VOTE SHOWTIME!

With Saniti on the ground, the presidential hopeful goes to work on his legs, stomping on his quads and calf muscles, trying to keep him from using his legs. Showtime grabs one of Saniti’s ankles and uses it to slam his knee into the mat. He does it once, twice, and a third time before stopping to gloat.

Ace Anderson: Right there, that’s the charisma that’s going to carry Showtime to victory in this match and into the Oval Office.

Jerry Andrews: It’s too early in the match to be gloating, Showtime is doing nothing but giving Nathan Saniti time to recover.

And recover the Magician does. While Showtime has his back turned, Saniti kips up and smiles that bizarre smile and punches Wryght in the back of the head. Showtime drops to his knees as Saniti refuses to relent, peppering him with fists and elbows until referee Ty Little gets between the two men and pushes Saniti away.

Showtime makes it back to his feet and turns to face Saniti but is met with a thumb to the eye. The PCW faithful don’t like it and aren’t shy about letting him know. Showtime staggers and Saniti rocks him with another set of clubbing blows. He grabs Showtime by the neck and spikes him into the mat with a vicious looking neck breaker.

Saniti rolls him over but instead of going for the cover, mounts Showtime and begins raining blows. Showtime does his best to block but more slip through than miss as the disputed champion takes a veritable pounding.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to end this one.

Ace Anderson: Why would he, he’s sending a message to The Black Hand with this beating.

Referee Little once again pulls Saniti off of Showtime, this time getting into Nathan’s face with a stern warning. Saniti just smiles as he steps around the official. As he reaches down to pull Showtime up, Showtime has a different plan in mind. He grabs Saniti and rolls him up.

..1

..2

And Saniti kicks out, looking shocked.

Jerry Andrews: He almost caught Saniti there.

Both men get back to their feet, Showtime a little slower, and circle each other warily. The two lock up once again and Showtime whips Saniti across the ring. N. Saniti uses the added momentum to fuel a handspring as he bounces off the ropes and springs backwards at Showtime with an elbow.

Showtime dodges, but Saniti rolls through and back to his feet, following up with a drop kick that catches Showtime flush.

Jerry Andrews: That was incredible, Saniti missed the first move but was able to follow it up with a drop kick like that’s what he planned all along.

Ace Anderson: It reminded me of a cat that falls off a ledge and acts like it totally meant to do that.

Saniti picks Showtime up and locks him in for a suplex but Showtime blocks it. Saniti tries again and Showtime blocks for a second time. Showtime shifts his grip and now he’s the one with Saniti locked in and just like that he hoists the former number one contender up and uses the ropes for a Slingshot Suplex.

Showtime goes for the cover.

1..

Saniti kicks out right away and Showtime goes back on the offensive, peppering the Magician with blows of his own. Showtime drags Saniti back to his feet only to take him right back off them with a short arm clothesline. Not bothering with a pin, Showtime ties up Saniti in a leg lock.

Saniti flails on the mat as Showtime torques at his leg but can’t seem to pull it free. So rather than continue to try to fight out of is he just kicks Showtime in the face instead. Saniti’s boot bounces off Wryghts skull and Showtime breaks the hold. Showtime pulls Saniti back to his feet and goes for another suplex, but this time Saniti reverses, landing behind Mr. Showtime. With another maniacal grin, Saniti grabs Showtime by the head and begins to violently shake.

Jerry Andrews: Shaken Baby Syndrome on Mr. Showtime Michael Wryght.

Ace Anderson: How politically incorrect of you, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: It’s not my fault that’s what he named the move.

Showtime nearly trips and falls for the disorientation but before he can Saniti grabs him and hoists him in the air, leaving him vertical.

Ace Anderson: Is he going for the..

Jerry Andrews: I think he is, Ace.

Showtime crashes into the mat as Saniti connects with the Whirling Dervish spinning suplex. With Showtime down, Saniti goes for the cover.

..1

..2

..kickout!

Showtime kicks out at two and three quarters and Saniti looks frustrated. He questions the referee’s basic counting abilities but Ty Little confirms that it was only a two count. Saniti pulls Showtime up and measures him for a right cross. He takes just a bit too long to measure because Showtime catches Saniti’s arm and slams him down into the mat with a single arm DDT.

Jerry Andrews: A desperation ddt by Showtime there. Neither competitor is moving.

Ace Anderson: Nothing Showtime does is out of desperation; if he’s not going for the pin it’s because he’s got something else planned.

Ty Little is to a count of seven before Showtime pulls himself up in the corner and Saniti staggers to his feet. Seeing his opponent corner bound, Saniti charges with everything he has left and leaps into the air with a corkscrew back elbow.

But it doesn’t connect, at least not with Showtime. The wily veteran saw Saniti coming and pulled Ty Little into the corner as he dove out of the way. Saniti turns to find a very squished referee in the corner instead of Showtime and Showtime comes in from behind and grabs Saniti, setting him up for The Sweetness.

Saniti crashes into the mat with bone rattling force and Showtime immediately goes for the cover.

Ace Anderson: This is a travesty; the damn ref is sleeping on the job. Showtime should have this match won!

Jerry Andrews: It’s his own fault for pushing the referee in the way. After all you reap what you sow.

Saniti has been pinned for at least a count of seven by the time the referee shakes the cobwebs free. He crawls over to where Showtime has Saniti pinned and starts to make a very slow count.

..1

..2

..3?

The match is over! Or at least it would be if that third count had actually happened. The referee stops just short and points at Saniti who is resting his foot on the bottom rope. Showtime gets up and begins to argue with the official, saying he should have won the match because it wasn’t until after the fact that he noticed the foot. The referee is having none of it and waves Showtime away.

Saniti meanwhile has retreated to the outside of the ring and collapsed in a heap at ringside. Showtime stomps over the ropes, clearly frustrated and reaches through the second and third rope, trying to grab Saniti.

It was Saniti's turn to play possum. As Showtime reaches between the ropes, he is met with a brutal thrust to the chest from a steel chair. he collapses against the ropes while Saniti raises the chair in victory.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti is playing dirty pool, that was a cheap shot.

Ace Anderson: Saniti is doing what he has to do to win. I don't expect you to understand, Jerry.

Ty Little turns around just as Saniti turns back towards the downed Showtime. Little didn't see the first shot but there was no mistaking Saniti's intentions. Referee Little argues with Saniti from inside the ring, pleading with him not to use the chair that he is still holding. Showtime starts to push himself up on the ropes and apparently this is what Saniti is waiting for. Swinging for the fences, the mad magician blasts Michael Wryght with the chair as the referee calls for the bell.

Winner: Mr. Showtime Michael Wryght via disqualification

Saniti lifts the chair up once again, aiming for a prone Showtime. Little gets in his way, but Saniti shoves him. As Showtime gets to his feet, Saniti clocks him again with the chair. He then starts unloading on him with a series of punches to the face.

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti is going ballistic on Michael Wryght!

Ace Anderson: I feels like this feud with the Black Hand has pushed Saniti over the edge.

Saniti continues his attack until PCW security runs into the ring. They pull Saniti off of Wryght as the show cuts backstage.

Backstage the cameras find Judge and Jury sitting solemnly in steel chairs. Oddly they were dressed in matching gray slate colored suits, both with a red rose pinned to their lapels, and Judge held a black book in his hand. He began to talk without looking at the camera, "So I figured I would jump the gun on the talking tonight before my opponent or opponents stuck their foot in said mouths. Firstly let me address the Unholy Alliance who will face us later tonight, it won't be anything else but straight competition gentlemen! No Sea Man to get in the way of what should be the highlight of the night."

Judge turns his attention to the camera now, "You'll both be tested against undeniable strenth and we'll be tested with a long time bond of team work and a hall of fame wortht tag-team," Judge holds the book up showing it was the Holy Bible, "I fear it not because with my Lord on my side WE will overcome you both! Of course if that is his will. His protection will be like that of fire friends. Willard and Loco are you prepared to fight that?"

Judge lets a wild chuckle escape as he shook his head, "We are coming straight at you both like the floods of wrath! I will not hold back."

"We will not forgive you," chimed in Jury still looking away from the camera, "Let it be a warning."

"Amen brother, amen. Now to my next choice of business," Judge this time becomes more serious, "To the coouth calling himself the Underground King: Wasp. Jules Martinez. Believe me when I say that you and the high ups know I, as former King, have a rematch clause. I want you to know I plan on using it soon. We will settle this one on one with NO interferences! Feel proud that you didn't pin the real champion? Do you feel accomplished that you pinned the WEAKEST link at our match during Deadly Intentions? I bet you do. I wouldn't. I would feel sad. I would feel worried. I would feel threatened."

He finally paused and looked back down at the ground a smile still on his face, "Because I am coming. I am bringing the Lord with me. Be ready."

The camera catches up to a certain PCW duo taking a casual stroll backstage. The Hangtown Horrors. The Brothers Gruesome. The Dillinger Boys. Grimm and Sadistic.

Sadistic: We've done a lot of bad things in this building, haven't we?

The question was rhetorical, and so Grimm just nods thoughtfully. The pair rounds a corner to find a CMU corridor covered in scuffed white paint. Gazing at the end of the corner curiously, Grimm turns to his brother and arches a crimson eyebrow.

Sadistic: ...no way.

Resuming a nice, brisk clip, the brothers reach the end of the hallway where it expands into a wide opening. Standing between the Dillingers and the open space is a lone door. Wooden and handmade. The door looks lonely as it hangs slightly ajar inside of its wooden frame, and it looks even more lonely given that there is no wall there to accompany it. It's just a random door in the middle of the opening.

Sadistic: Well, it IS open. Shall we?

Grimm nods him forward as Sadistic slowly pushes the door open with a horrible creak. There inside the “room” is an old, dusty card table, several wooden chairs, and a single hanging lightbulb. A deck of Bicycle cards, empty beverage containers, and various booty clutter the table. Grimm's pale eyes light up as he shoulders in past his brother.

Grimm: Is that my old pair of digging gloves?!

The Crimson Demon snatches up a ragged old pair of handmade leather gloves while giving a celebratory pelvic thrust. But Sadistic's attention has been diverted elsewhere as he leaves his younger brother to the treasure trove and finds his way back down the hallway. The sound of a pair of overly loud motorcycle's has drawn his attention. Judge and Jury have made their way into the building via the loading dock and Judge has parked his steel horse while he uses the restroom. The Phenom levels his gaze at Jury as he casually approaches.

Sadistic: Jury? Is that what you call yourself now?

Jury's head snaps in Sadistic's direction. He hadn't heard his approach. Instantly, the Saint is on his guard, but William holds his palms out to show he means no harm.

Sadistic: Look, I come in peace. But I know what you and your buddy have been up to, and I can't say that I approve...

Jury's back stiffens as he watches Sadistic carefully. Billy, for his part, seems very disappointed in a man he'd once considered a friend.

Sadistic: I don't know why you follow him around. I really don't. You'd always had such potential, and you still do. There's a reason why the Black Hand chose YOU to be the muscle. You're the most vicious son of a bitch on the roster, and now you're playing second fiddle to a rookie.

Billy laughs to himself as he gives Jury a genuine pat on the shoulder.

Sadistic: I've always liked you...but I liked you a lot better before the mask and the bikes and the robot voice. You know, back when you were just...The BEAR!

With that, Sadistic strolls away. Jury glares a hole through his back as a low, rumbling growl emanates from somewhere deep inside his being. The camera pans back to ringside.

Ace Anderson: Up next, we've got the first match of two that will determine the number one contendership to the tag team titles.

Right on cue, the blistering rumble of a pair of motorcycle engines rips through the arena, partially drowning on “The Memory Remains” by Metallica coming over the PA system. Spotlights hit the stage area just in time to catch Judge and Jury, complete in their Saints regalia, roar down the ramp on their hogs. The booing from the crowd is drowned out by their obnoxiously loud bikes. They round the squared-circle from opposite directions before parking at ringside and entering the ring. A particularly loud, rowdy, and probably drunk section of the crowd wearing matching biker patches cheer them on, but the rest of the Faithful aren't so supportive.

Jerry Andrews: Judge and Jury have their own cheering section over there in the front row, as always.

Judge stands in his corner awaiting their opponents as Jury waits behind him on the ring apron. The tolling of the bell signals “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica and the fans are on their feet for one of the most popular tag teams in PCW history. Tha UnHoly Alliance logo appears in the aisle as lighting strikes down from the rafters. The Alliance logo begins burning above the stage as white smokes begins billowing out from the backstage area.

Ace Anderson: This tag team match is an all Metallica affair! And here come the former champions! Loco and the Anarchist!

The beloved duo make their way down the aisle milking the crowd for all their worth as Metallica blares over the loud speakers. The Faithful continue to cheer on the legendary veterans as they slide into the ring simultaneously under the bottom rope...and are met immediately by Judge and Jury!

Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Judge and Jury aren't going to wait for the bell!

The Saints are all over the former champions as Nigel Gale quickly calls for the start of the match.

Tag Team Number One Contender Tournament Match One
Judge & Jury vs. Tha UnHoly Alliance ["The Anarchist" Jason Willard & Johnny "Loco" Marquez]
Referee: Nigel Gale

Jury lays into Loco with some educated punches while Judge puts the boots to Willard. The fans are booing mercilessly as the Saints have completely blindsided TUHA. Jury forces Loco into a corner as Judge stomps the Anarchist into the opposite corner. Judge and Jury pound away on their foes before looking back to each other for confirmation. Nodding their heads, they whip Loco and Willard into one another!

Jerry Andrews: No! The Alliance counters!

Sure enough, Loco and the Anarchist dosido in the center of the ring! Loco levels Jury with a clothesline as Jason blasts Judge with a flying forearm! The fans erupt as the Alliance has turned the tables on the Saints. Johnny and Jason have the bikers on the ropes pummeling them with rights and lefts. Simultaneously, they both take a jump step back before superkicking Judge and Jury over the top rope to the outside! Again, the fans bellow their approval!

Ace Anderson: Tha UnHoly Alliance has cleared the ring and they've taken the momentum! Gale needs to regain some order in there before this one spirals out of control.

Judge takes a full nine-count before slowly sliding back into the ring as both teams return to their respective corners. Judge and Loco officially start things off, but Judge doesn't hesitate to gouge his eyes. Nigel issues a warning, but the Saint blows him off and begins his assault. Judge immediately goes for the knee with a serious a well-placed stomps. Loco attempts to fight him off, but receives some boot laces to the eyes for his troubles. Again, Nigel warns him, this time threatening a disqualification.

Jerry Andrews: Ooh, Judge had better be careful in there. It would be a shame if their tag title hopes went up in smoke because of a cheap DQ.

Having gained a clear advantage from his cheap tactics, Judge hones in on the knee and begins to work his opponent over with a series of leglocks and kneebars. Despite being the least experienced competitor in the match, Judge does an admirable job of cutting the ring in half and isolating Loco. Jury does his part by distracting the referee so that Judge can make liberal use of the ropes for some illegal leverage. Johnny is hurting in a bad way as the Saints continue to skate around the rules in their attempt to put away the former champions.

Ace Anderson: I must say, I didn't predict the match would go like this. Willard's team might lose this match without him even getting into the ring!

Dragging Loco into their corner, Judge grapevines his leg while he tags in Jury to lay in some heavy offense. Jury is all high-impact all the time, and he starts things off with a bang by connecting with a jumping knee to Loco's chest. Loco reaches in vain for his corner, but Willard's outstretched hand is at least ten feet away. Jury lays in some HEAVY boots to Loco's head before staring emotionlessly at Willard...almost daring him to enter the ring. The Anarchist can take it no longer, and he jumps in over the top rope, but Nigel is there to contain him. Taking advantage of the distraction, Jury hurls Loco into their corner where Judge uses the tag rope to choke him with impunity!

Jerry Andrews: This isn't right! It's basically a two-on-one match! Get in there referee!

By the time Gale turns around, Loco is gasping for breath on the mat and Judge is standing peacefully on the apron. Jury yards Loco up off the mat with a Full Nelson and uses his nearly 300 pound frame to muscle him into the air and slam him to the mat. He goes for the cover, but only gets a two-count. Far from finished, the massive Jury pulls Loco to his feet for some more. This time, it's a stiff sitout powerbomb that finds Loco in a pinning predicament. Again, Loco shoots the shoulder up at two.

Jerry Andrews: Loco's gotta be out of it. He's going on instinct and instinct alone, I'm afraid.

Looking to his corner, Jury slides his thumb across his throat before pulling Loco off the mat by his face. Willard begins making a commotion in the corner...just enough to draw Nigel's attention...and Loco strikes with a desperation low blow! The fans erupt as Jury drops to his knees in utter agony!

Ace Anderson: Right in the gentleman vegetables! You'd better believe Jury felt that!

The fans are in a frenzy as Loco crawls towards his corner. Willard is standing on the bottom rope, his hand outstretched as far as he can reach. Judge is equally eager to get the tag as Jury rolls towards his partner. Loco is about halfway across the ring when Jury makes the tag to a fresh Judge. Jury lunges into the ring to grab Loco's boot...and he's able to latch onto it! The crowd lets out a collective groan as Loco is now up on one leg flailing desperately for his partner, but Judge has a firm hold on his boot. Thinking quickly on his feet, Loco spins around and connects with a last ditch Enziguri! Judge falls to his knees as Loco dives to his corner and slaps Willard's hand! The arena comes unglued!

Jerry Andrews: He got it! He made the tag!

The Anarchist hops the top rope and levels Judge with a clothesline! Jury is back up, and he eats a clothesline as well! Willard has plenty of clotheslines to go around as he alternates serving them up to both Saints. Willard is on fire! But eventually Jury scores with a forearm to the back and it's enough to stagger Willard, allowing the Saints to work the double-team. Gale warns them, but they're all over the Anarchist! Pummeling him against the ropes, the Saints whip him across to the far side and ready themselves for a double back body drop. But Jason puts on the brakes, grabs each man by the back of the head, and slams their craniums together! The fans are back into it as the Saints stagger around the ring!

Ace Anderson: The Alliance isn't out of this one yet!

As Jury leans against the ropes, Willard charges with a head of steam and clotheslines him over the top! A white hot Jason Willard turns his attention to Judge and begins stomping him into Tha UnHoly Alliance corner. Willard tags Loco back in and the former champions lift Judge vertical before spiking him in the center of the ring with a double Brainbuster!

Jerry Andrews: That's usually the setup...

Loco and Willard head to opposing corners for their Point of Domination finish and grace each other with their patented cross poses...until Jury hops up onto the ring apron and shoves the Anarchist off the top rope! Willard goes careening down into the ringside barricade and lands in a heap! Loco attempts to end things on his own with his Shooting Star Leg Drop...but Judge rolls out of the way.

Ace Anderson: How in the hell?!

Somehow anticipating Judge's evasion, Loco miraculously landed on his feet! And is greeted promptly by a spear from Jury! Jury pulls Loco up and connects with his triple powerbomb The Sickest Kill I before rolling back out of the ring. Judge crawls over to pick up the pieces and throws an arm across Loco's chest.

1...

2...

3!

Winners: Judge and Jury via pinfall when Judge pinned Loco

Judge and Jury raise their arms in victory as Willard rushes into the match to check on his partner.

Jerry Andrews: Judge and Jury are moving on to compete for the number one contendership for the tag team titles!

Ace Anderson: Huge win for them!

As Judge and Jury leave the ring, Willard helps Loco up to his feet as the crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: Well, Judge and Jury will face the winner of Crazy Power versus the Black Hand's Revelation on the next episode of Trauma with number one contendership on the line. We'll have that match for you right after these messa....

Suddenly, the arena goes silent as Willard clotheslines Loco down to the mat! The crowd takes a minute to compose themselves following this shock. They then immediately start to boo. Willard stomps on Loco a few times as the PCW Faithful drown him in boos. He looks out at the audience and shrugs. He then walks over to the ring announcer and takes the microphone.

"The end."

He then tosses the mic into the crowd and leaves ringside to an unbelievable chorus of boos.

Shane Dodge: Joining me right now, is--

Shane sighs as his guest enters the interview set. Out in the arena, the fans can be heard booing and booing loud.

Shane Dodge: "The Anarchist" Jason Willard.

Willard smiles arrogantly while patting Shane on the shoulder.

Jason Willard: Before I talk about my match tonight, I just...

Willard takes a deep breath

Jason Willard: Wanted to take the time to say I'm sorry. I made some remarks towards the PCW fans that were in the heat of the moment. So to every single one of them, I'm really sorry.

Shane Dodge: Well, with that said, how abou-

Willard interrupts again by ripping the microphone out of his hands. Glaring a hole through him, Willard gestures for Shane to leave his sight. Dodge is more than happy to oblige as chants of "WILLARD SUCKS" break in unison.

Jason Willard: I'm really sorry I allowed myself to fail by trying to be something I'm not. For my entire career, you hated me. Hell, I won an Icey for it. I was retired for three years, went into the Hall of Fame and earlier this year, returned with Loco. Only this time, I tried it his way and became a fan favorite, a disgusting farce of an idea that you all bought into. I thank you though, because you provided the perfect excuse at Deadly Intentions. It was never about your reactions. No. It was about me being fed up, and ready to right a wrong. So I said screw it and the rest is history.

Willard laughs for a moment, clearly hearing the reception he's receiving. Following a smirk, he continues.

Jason Willard: I can't go on for another second, watching my best friend continuously get pinned in our matches and see Tha UnHoly Alliance legend further erode. He's all yours, folks. Nothing personal, Loc. Win or lose now, it will be on my own merits. So...let's recap. I'm NOT a hero. I'm NOT an on air role model, and as Ace Dagger deduced on the Pulse radio show, I don't give a damn what any of you think. I am "The Anarchist" Jason Willard, a rotten apple and the exception to the rules. If you want a simple answer as to why I turned, my answer is why the fuck not?

His expression and body language switches gears from angst to calm as he turns his attention off camera.

Jason Willard: Ok Shane, you can come back and ask what you wanted to ask.

Shane reluctantly returns, as Willard offers him his prop back. Dodge looks at The Anarchist who mouths the words "you'll be ok, I promise" to him. Shane, looking annoyed, takes the mic back and regains his composure.

Shane Dodge: Well I wanted to get your thoughts on...

Jason Willard: Oh look at that. I'm all out of time. Maybe you can pose the question on social media. Of course I don't use it, so much like right now, you'll be left without an answer. Actually, I'll be nice one last time and leave you with this one: Hashtag FTW.

The Anarchist shoots a dead serious look and walks away while shoulder bumping Dodge in passing.

The scene then returns to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: I am still shock after what we just witnessed before the break, folks.

Ace Anderson: Jason Willard says it wasn't anything personal, but how can it not be?

Jerry Andrews: What a night we're having here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Well... it's time for tag team match number two. "Crazy Power" is already in the ring ready to spill some fresh blood. Or as I like to call them, Team BlackSmith.

Jerry Andrews: Team BlackSmith? That's very clever.

Ace Anderson: I know. I thought of it myself. Over a couple pitchers of Blue Moon. Ever tried it?

Jerry Andrews: Nah. Blue Moon is for pansies.

The lights suddenly dim as "If I Had a Heart" by Fever Ray starts up. Has the rhythmic stomping and clapping of the crowd gotten louder in recent weeks?

Justin “Stormm” Michaels is out first, followed by 2015 Deadly Rumble winner Grimm. Each man is donning the symbolic black glove as they slowly make their way down the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: There is quite the contrast in styles here, Ace. Crazy Boy is, well, a crazy aerialist. And Alexa is a psychopathic powerhouse. Stormm is a technical monster and Grimm is just a monster in general.

Tag Team Number One Contender Tournament Match Two
Crazy Power [Alexa Black & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith] vs Revelation [Grimm & Justin "Stormm" Michaels]
Referee: Eric Russo

Eric Russo gives the obligatory unnecessary rules briefing before calling for the bell. Michaels and Tyrone start the action with Tyrone opting to use his speed and nimbleness to dance around the larger Stormm. The Force of Nature methodically attempts to corner Crazy Boy and slow him down. Running out of real estate, Smith shrugs before launching himself at Stormm with a barrage of lefts and rights. Justin is caught off guard by the sudden onslaught as he stumbles back against the ropes. Crazy Boy is a ball of punches and kicks as he works Stormm down the ropes and into Crazy Power's corner. Alexa doesn't wait for an invitation and tags herself into the match. Crazy Boy almost looks insulted as Alexa continues where Tyrone left off.

Jerry Andrews: Look at that, Ace. I've heard there might be some dissension amongst the (un)Stable. Does this confirm it?

Ace Andrews: I'm not going to jump to conclusions just yet.

Alexa stomps out into the middle of the ring before turning with a blood curdling screech and charging Stormm in the corner! A vicious clothesline connects and Stormm is knocked silly. The Black Widow marches to the opposite corner and sprints across the ring with a giant leaping splash. Nobody home! Michaels dodges and Alexa eats turnbuckle! Black staggers out of the corner backwards right into a release German suplex! Stormm tags in a patient Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: In comes Grimm, fresh off his Deadly Rumble win. He'll be granted a title shot against the champion, his older brother Billy. Could this be the one thing that tears the Black Hand apart?

Ace Anderson: Nobody else has been able to...

Alexa is back on her feet and Grimm greets her like a perfect gentleman...with a spectacular headbutt that causes her knees to buckle. She staggers back into her corner where Crazy Boy is more than happy to tag himself in. Grimm approaches the legal man on the ring apron but Tyrone scores with a trio of shoulder thrusts to the stomach before launching himself over the top rope for a sunset flip. Russo slides in for the count. 1...2...kickout!

Ace Anderson: Grimm gets the shoulder up. You're gonna have to come at Grimm with something more than that to beat him.

Tyrone pulls Grimm to his feet, but only to take an uppercut. Grimm locks in a Muay Thai clinch and begins laying in some stiff knees to the ribs. You can almost see each strike driving the life out of Crazy Boy as he begins to wilt.

Jerry Andrews: The Science of the Eight Limbs on full display! Those knee strikes have been known to break ribs.

Without warning, Alexa leans over the ropes and tags an unsuspecting – but probably grateful – Crazy Boy on the back. Alexa enters the ring and squares up with Grimm, sizing him up. She puffs out her chest as she steps toe to toe with him. Nose to nose. Alexa's lips twist into a grin as she snaps Grimm's head with an open-handed slap. The cheering stops as the Faithful collectively hold their breath in anticipation...or fear. Grimm slowly returns his gaze to her and ponders for a moment before punching her right square in the mouth!

Ace Anderson: What in the HELL was she thinking?!

Blood begins to trickle from Alexa's mouth, inspiring her. In a disgusting show, she spits a combination of saliva and blood into Grimm's face. Phinehas begins to wipe the filth from his face and beard, but Alexa is all over him with a flurry of right hooks! Pushing him against the ropes, she continues to unload with rights and lefts. Phinehas, for his part, covers up like a boxer as Alexa lands blow after blow against his arms. Eventually, Alexa's arms begin to feel heavy. She's punched herself out! Grimm's arms begin to drop, revealing an odd grin.

SPRAY!

A ferocious cloud of black mist spews from Grimm's mouth into the face and eyes of Alexa! The fans roar for some old school Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa spews blood. Grimm spews mist. Who knew?

Phinehas smiles, traces of black running down his red beard, as he connects with a standing side kick to Alexa's chest. Disoriented, Alexa somehow manages to crawl towards her corner. Tyrone tags her shoulder and hops into the ring. Alexa staggers into his path, but Tyrone brushes her out of the way and connects with a dropkick to Grimm. Crazy Boy springboards off the middle ropes and catches Grimm with a flying cross body block into a cover. 1...2...kickout! Ever aware, Grimm rolls to his corner and tags in Stormm. Tyrone gives chase and walks right into a boot to the stomach. Tyrone fires back with a right cross and immediately follow it up with a jumping heel kick. Stormm quickly tags Grimm before locking up Crazy Boy. Grimm enters the ring as Smith Irish whips Stormm across the ring. Michaels hooks the ropes as Grimm hooks Crazy Boy from behind and Foddershocks him into the canvas!

Ace Anderson: Yowza! Nasty looking wheelbarrow facebuster!

No sooner has Stormm stepped back out onto the apron than Grimm tags him back in.

Jerry Andrews: Look at these quick tags. Teamwork. Not much tag experience between the two and it looks like they've already developed chemistry together.

Stormm locks in Crazy Boy from behind and takes him over with a release German Suplex...but Crazy Boy lands on his feet! As he staggers back into his corner, Alexa forcefully “tags” him on the shoulder. The remnants of the black mist on her face makes her look even more demonic than usual. The ex-powerlifter rocks Michaels with a pair of punches before rocketing him into the ropes. Stormm ducks a clothesline and hits the ropes on the far side – inconspicuously tagging in Grimm in the process – before rebounding and ducking another clothesline. Alexa stands readied to catch Stormm with a powerslam, but Stormm tangles with her and whips her into the ropes. Stormm catches her and lifts her high into the air for a flapjack...and as she plummets towards the mat, Grimm flashes from the corner with a sick running kneelift that snaps Alexa'a head back! She's out before she hits the mat. The crowd clamors over the viciousness of the move.

Jerry Andrews: What was that?!

Ace Anderson: Effective.

Whatever it was, Alexa isn't moving and Grimm makes the cover. Tyrone attempts to intervene, but Michaels knocks him through the ropes. 1...2...3! "If I Had a Heart" starts back up as Revelation stands tall in the ring.

Winners: Revelation via pinfall when Grimm pinned Alexa Black

Jerry Andrews: With that victory, it means that Revelation will face off against Judge and Jury on the next episode of Trauma with number one contendership on the line.

Ace Anderson: I can't wait for that!

The man-mountain Hiroshi Yukio waits patiently in the ring as "Welcome to the Jungle," by Guns 'N' Roses shatters the airwaves, sending the fans into a frenzy of jeers aimed at the Underground Champion. He mockingly dares the audience to get louder as he descends toward the ring. With a sneer on his face, he climbs the steps, undaunted by the hostile atmosphere.

Manny Cruz motions both men to the center for the preliminary instructions.

Ace Anderson: Yukio is seven inches taller and almost two and a half times the weight of our Underground Champ, and neither man seems impressed with the other.

Jerry Andrews: If I were Wasp, I'd stay the hell away from the enormous backside of Yukio's. One good bout with gravity, and we could be sending flowers to the champ's next of kin.

Ace Anderson: High Tide?

Jerry Andrews: Is that who it is!?

Ace Anderson: I dunno... just guessing.

Cruz holds up the Underground crown before handing it off to the ring attendant and waving for the bell. Both men charge in, going for a tie-up. Wasp tries all he can to budge the unmoving mass, but Hiroshi shrugs him off, sending him nearly out of the ring with a mighty shove. Wasp looks on in disbelief at the display of power.

Underground Title Match
Wasp (Underground ©) vs Hiroshi Yukio
Referee: Manny Cruz

Planting one foot, and then the other, Yukio takes a sumo stance, then waves to Wasp to bring it on. Wasp steels himself, determination grows in his eyes as he charges in for another tie- up. Just before Hiroshi can stop his action, Wasp slides under t he monstrous behemoth, getting quickly to his feet and climbing the man like a tree to gain a sleeper hold. Several seconds in, the hold seems to be having some effect. However, the all-too-fresh Hiroshi simply staggers to a corner, placing his immense girth against Wasp's back. Within seconds, the hold is broken, Wasp wilting to the mat, wincing and grasping at his spine.

Hiroshi gathers his opponent, pulling him into a bear hug, working on the back some more. Wasp screams in agony, attempting to rake at the big man's eyes, but before he can connect with any effect, Yukio lands a belly-to-belly suplex.

Jerry Andrews: It's not looking good for the champ right now.

Ace Anderson: Your grasp of the obvious is astounding.

The Sumo drags the Underground King to the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, this is gonna hurt.

Hiroshi stalks to the opposite corner to gain a head of steam as he charges the downed Wasp, but the wily champ is too quick. He scampers out of the ring for a much needed breather, leaving a stunned and injured monolith of a man to struggle to his feet.

Ace Anderson: No one home!

Wasp ascends the turnbuckles as he waits for his opponent to turn around. Hiroshi gets a face full of feet as Wasp hits with a drop kick, but it's still not enough to get the big man off of his feet. Wasp charges the ropes, connecting with another drop kick on the rebound, staggering but still not felling his adversary. Wasp's disbelief and frustration ebbs into another jaunt at the ropes, this time he connects with a superkick.

Ace Anderson: TIMBER!

As if in slow motion, the redwood of a man lists beyond the point of return, hitting the mat with a thunderous crash that shakes the entire ring to the core. Quick as a hiccup, Wasp climbs the turnbuckles again. He steadies himself and launches with an elbow drop called the Deadly Venom! Fast to his feet, the Underground King clutches Yukio's right foot, twisting to try and get the big man on his belly. Hiroshi yelps in agony, yet refusing to allow himself to turn prone. In a flash, the big guy kicks off his assailant and gains a shaky vertical base.

Wasp uses his speed to keep himself in the gargantuan's blind spot, hitting with a chop block on his right leg. The ring groans in protest as the 500 pounder once again falls victim to gravity. Wasp hits the second rope, back flipping into a splash on his opponent.

Ace Anderson: Must be like splashing a tempur-pedic mattress.

Jerry Andrews: Will you be serious?

Ace Anderson: Nope.

Cruz drops for a count, but only gets to one and a half before Hiroshi practically launches Wasp into orbit with a kick out. Frustration setting in even more, Wasp delivers stomp after stomp to Yukio's ankle. Grappling with the foot of the flesh-mountain again, Wasp manages to convince his opponent to go belly-down, but not without a struggle. Laying his challenger prone, Wasp twists the ankle in an almost unnatural position. Cruz drops to see if Hiroshi wants to submit, but the Sumo shakes him away.

Using his insurmountable strength, Hiroshi begins slowly pulling himself towards the ropes. He gets to the ropes, but Cruz reminds the huge Asian that there are no disqualifications in an Underground match. Yukio uses the ropes to pull himself to the corner and regain a standing position. The tenacious Wasp never relents on the foot, even as Hiroshi displays his own drive and determination to stand. With a mighty pull of his leg, Yukio causes Wasp to lose his balance, but not his grip. Wasp, now on the ground clings like a terrier to a squeak toy, doing what he can to keep pressure on the inflamed joint.

Having has quite enough of the bothersome hold, Hiroshi brings his foot up, and then down hard on Wasp's chest. Finally, the hold is broken, but the big man can't capitalize, limping to put some distance between himself and his temporarily stunned opponent. Wasp unwittingly gains some breathing space, but the real estate may have been a bad choice: the turnbuckles.

Ignoring his pain, Hiroshi charges mightily, landing a hefty helping of humongous hips to the face of Jule Martins. Yukio staggers to his feet, pulling Wasp up along with him. On uncertain footing, he yanks the man off his feet and upside down.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like he's setting up a Yokohama Driver. We could have a new king!

Before the move can be executed, High Tide rushes down to the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Wait... High Tide is in!

Ace Anderson: No disqualifications in the match!

High Tide attacks Yukio, unloading on him with a series of shots. Yukio battles back and eventually gets the upper hand, knocking Tide down to the mat. He turns around and walks right into another superkick from Wasp!

Jerry Andrews: I guess that's why it pays to have a partner!

Wasp follows up his move with another ankle lock.

Ace Anderson: Great White North!

The battle was well fought, but the pain in his ankle is too great. Within seconds, Hiroshi Yukio taps to the unrelenting hold. Manny Cruz calls for the bell.

Winner and still Underground King: Wasp via Submission

Jerry Andrews: You have to give a huge assist to High Tide on that victory!

Ace Anderson: Hiroshi Yukio looked to have Wasp right where he wanted him before High Tide interjected himself in this match!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and we finally have an answer regarding the disputed titles!

Ace Anderson: All of the legal proceedings are complete and we can announce to you right now that Michael Wryght is YOUR PCW International Champion!

Jerry Andrews: Which means that the upcoming triple threat match will be for the PCW North American Championship!

Ace Anderson: Showtime must have some awesome lawyers in order to get that International Title ruling to stand.

Jerry Andrews: You're telling me!

‘Ladies and gentlemen ... THIS is your MAIN EVENT for the vacant PCW North American Championship!’

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

“N… C… M”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ace Anderson: This match is gonna be brutal, Jerry. Especially considering the three competitors involved. All three World Champions, no less.

Jerry Andrews: NCM has more a brawler slant to his offense but let’s not be quick to rule out his technical prowess. He can wrestle with the best of them.

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Eira. Not much to be said here - she has proven time and time again to be a perennial threat to ANY competitor that she stands across from.

Ace Anderson: She hits fast, she hits hard and she can twist you like a pretzel if she wants to. She’s got all the tools to be one of PCW’s longest shining stars and you can bet she will for a LONG time.

The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of Fall Out Boy's 'Light em up' begin. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. 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.

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.

He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for his opponent.

Ace Anderson: And our final combatant in this epic three way encounter. The Adrenaline King, himself.

Jerry Andrews: Obviously, he’s going to be using his speed to dazzle his opponents. But as with any Justin Kaard match, it’s not a matter of IF he’ll throw caution to the wind ... but whether or not it’ll pay off.

Ace Anderson: That’s the catch. Play with fire, get burned. Common sense, really. And let’s not forget the TRUE wild card in all of this ...

Jerry Andrews: That’s right! Thanks to the recent issues with uncertain outcomes in high stakes matches, Frank Foley himself has decreed this to be a NO DISQUALIFICATION match. That’s right. There will be a winner here tonight!

The crowd erupts at this late announced game-changer of a stipulation. They’re on their feet ...

Triple Threat Match for the PCW North American Championship
Non Compos Mentis vs Eira vs Justin Kaard
Referee: Ed Lane

... and the bell rings, meaning we’re finally underway for the main event of the evening!

The three competitors circle each other and are preparing for war. Instantly, Eira and NCM both begin wading in on the unfortunate Justin Kaard. Fists and feet flying, they look to keep Kaard’s speed in check with an overt show of force. Eira and NCM forcing Kaard down into a seated position in the corner, NCM really lets the strikes fly and Eira is left to watch. That is, until Eira pulls NCM off so she can lay a little beatdown on the Adrenaline King. NCM none too happy with the sudden shift in control, he grabs Eira by the shoulder and muscles his way back in to put the boots onto Kaard.

Eira left out in the cold once more, she’s had enough and goes through the legs of NCM, hooking and rolling with a quick roll-up pin attempt!

1!

Quick kick out at one. NCM is up just as quick as Eira and lands a knee to her midsection, doubling her over in pain. With Kaard getting to his feet, NCM takes the doubled over Eira and rams her directly into Kaard’s midsection, dropping him against the ropes again. Catching Eira on the rebound, he hooks her around the waist and lifts ... BEAUTIFUL sidewalk slam with a float over into a pinfall.

1!

2!

Eira kicks out at two and NCM is firmly in the driver’s seat. NCM focusing his attention back to Kaard, Kaard is finally out of the gates with a heavy back elbow shot. NCM staggering back, Kaard goes for a second one but NCM ducks completely underneath it. Grabbing Kaard’s legs, he trips the man to the ground and looks as though he’s going to slingshot Kaard backwards into the ropes but Kaard is fighting for all his worth. It looks as though he’s going to fight out of it until ... BAM!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Out of nowhere!

Eira’s back into the thick of things with a picture perfect superkick to NCM. The impact dropping NCM backwards, he manages to hold on and slingshot Kaard across the ring directly into the adjacent corner post. Eira the only one cognizant enough to watch Kaard smack the top turnbuckle, she comes up behind to take advantage and roll him up for a pinfall.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Some very close calls so far. Eira is quick to make with the surprise pinfall attempts, especially after the violence she’s experienced in the past few weeks. She CAN’T be at one hundred percent, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Definitely not, Jerry. She’s playing it smart and that’s how she’s gonna come out on top here tonight.

Kaard kicks out and Eira pops back up with a quick punitive kick to the face. Dragging up Kaard by the hair, Kaard retaliates with a huge open hand chop to the breast bone. Eira staggers back and Kaard goes for a second chop, but Eira ducks the hand and Kaard spins helplessly in place. A boot to the gut later and Eira has Kaard hooked for a DDT. Kaard, however, is a bit quicker on the reaction this time and shoves her backwards into a waiting NCM. Hooking her around the waist, he leans back with all the leverage afforded to him and nails a beautiful German suplex ... directly into the top turnbuckle.

Eira striking the pad with the small of her back, she rolls over the turnbuckle and out onto the apron where Kaard lands a huge running forearm that sends her to the floor below. NCM is quick to rush Justin Kaard and lands several unchecked forearms to the back of the head. Kaard on Dream Street, NCM grabs Kaard and lifts him for a military press. Kaard a good ways up, NCM is preparing to dump HIM over the top when out of nowhere Eira is in with a stiff dropkick to the lower back! NCM crumbles and Kaard falls straight to the ground.

Eira quick on the uptake, she dives over onto NCM for the quick pin!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

NCM kicks out at two and she’s got the pace of the match firmly in her hands. Both competitors down, she goes to grab the weaker NCM when ...

... a chorus of healthy boos catch her attention.

Jerry Andrews: What is HE doing out here?!

None other than Michael Wryght, of course. Here to protest and jaw-jack with the competitors who are fighting for ‘his’ championship. Nothing personal against Eira, it seems. Just a general sort of discontent. He hops onto the apron to continue his tirade when Eira rushes to greet him with a warm and welcoming right hand. Showtime ducks and hangs on to the top rope, giving enough room for the sudden knee to the back from Justin Kaard!

Eira tumbles up and over the top rope, tangling up with Showtime long enough to deprive her of any sort of defense as she smacks head first into the concrete floor. Although padded, it does little good at that kind of velocity. The referee slides out of the ring quickly to separate Showtime from the action and the fallen Eira. After a few tense moments, the dreaded X symbol goes up.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no...

Ace Anderson: This looks bad.

A swarm of PCW official and medical technicians rush to ringside to tend to her, as well as separate Showtime more convincingly from the match in progress. What’s one referee gonna do, you know? The mass of referees leading Showtime to the back, medical personnel call for a backboard and neck brace along with other medical instruments. Going to put the brace on her, she fights slowly away from the technicians and goes to move back into the ring to continue but makes it no further than a few steps before dropping lethargically (and quite frighteningly) to a knee. It’s obvious she’s not in any shape to continue and the medical staff and remaining extra referees begin to lead her towards the back.

It looks as though we’re down to two, and boy have we missed some action.

Jerry Andrews: A shocking turn of events, Ace. Michael Wryght has made his voice heard and interjected himself directly into the proceedings!

Ace Anderson: He wasn’t targeting Eira, specifically. Let’s remember - he feels cheated and was coming to get what was rightfully ‘his’. Eira just happened to be the only one to answer the door. And she got the short end of the stick, thanks to Justin Kaard.

Jerry Andrews: Right now though, we still have a match going on in the ring Ace.

Kaard currently has NCM dashing across the ring towards the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a hurricanrana. NCM tumbling across towards the opposite ropes, he’s fighting a losing battle thanks to a pace dominated by one of the quickest members of the PCW roster in Justin Kaard. He’s playing Kaard’s game and it’s a futile effort. Kaard running circles around NCM, NCM goes to trip Kaard up with a dive at the legs but Kaard is quick to hop up ... and therein lay Kaard’s eventual mistake.

NCM only dropping to a knee to go for the legs, he rises quickly and powers a shoulder into Justin Kaard’s midsection ... carrying him towards and THROUGH the ropes. Both men tumbling to the ground below, they fight all the way down. However, it’s NCM that gets the better of the deal, landing directly onto Kaard. NCM trying to clear his head as he drags Kaard to his feet, Kaard is rummaging around under the apron but is stopped by the waiting hands of NCM.

Ed Lane is there to make sure both competitors are fit to battle on, especially after the earlier incident with Eira. Mostly there for that reason at this point, NCM drags Kaard’s face along the barrier until the bump at the end tells him to stop. Kaard in a world of trouble, NCM goes to capitalize but Kaard acts out of sheer desperation and whips NCM back the way he came! The referee caught in the way, NCM plows over Lane and is thrown off enough to trip headfirst into the steel stairs at ringside!

Jerry Andrews: Are you kidding me? The referee is down! When you thought it couldn’t get any worse ...

Ace Anderson: I wonder who’s coming to the ring to interfere. It always happens like that doesn’t it?

The metagaming of Ace Anderson aside, Kaard rolls back into the ring to try and catch his bearings while NCM struggles to get back to his feet. NCM is quick to go for a ringside steel chair. It’s time to end these monkeyshines. The referee is stirring on the outside, at least there’s that. NCM sliding into the ring, he makes it to his feet with the chair as a leaning post. Kaard making it to his feet, NCM takes a running start at Kaard but ... SURPRISE!

Kaard opens a small pouch and tosses a handful of what appears to be baby powder straight at NCM’s face! NCM’s momentum carrying him foward, he’s blind and reckless as manages to push forward ... following his previous aim to the best of his ability. Kaard with nowhere left to go, he eats the steel chair! But with a sudden stop, NCM not expecting it ... the pair smack heads with a steel chair between them.

Kaard falling out of the corner, he lands literally right next to NCM who lands a few inches away. Both men counting the arena lights, Kaard is able to drape an arm over the chest of the fallen NCM.

Ace Anderson: Pinfall! Where’s the referee?!

Ty Little Jr. sprinting towards the ring, he dives in and crawls at lightning speed towards the pinfall, right as NCM drapes an arm over Kaard’s chest. Unaware of Ed Lane returning to cognizance, Ty Little begins the count.

1!

1!

2!

2!

3!!!!

DING DING DING!

The pinfall counted, Ed Lane grabs the hand of Justin Kaard signifying him as the new North American Champion ...

... while Ty Little makes his way towards the fracas and lifts NCM’s hand as the victor!

Jerry Andrews: Dear god, there’s no way!

Ace Anderson: Ed Lane was the official in charge and he says Justin Kaard has done it!

Jerry Andrews: But Justin Kaard pinned NCM, says Ty Little who has taking over for the injured Ed Lane!

Winner: ???

As both men stagger to their feet, there’s obviously commotion building ...

Jerry Andrews: This can't be happening again!

Ace Anderson: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

Jerry Andrews: Well, we’re all out of time, folks! There’s gonna be a right many people not happy about THIS one, no one moreso than the two in that very ring! We need an executive ruling on this one. GOODNIGHT!

-CLICK-

Overview

Bubba d. Braddock, Ezra Blackstone, & Michael Aaron Rickson Craig
Michael Wryght d. Nathan Saniti
Judge & Jury d. Tha UnHoly Alliance
Revelation d. Crazy Power
Wasp d. Hiroshi Yukio
Non Compos Mentis & Justin Kaard kinda defeats Eira but tie together because controversy