Trauma 217 Results

[Rick Majors]

Thursday August 31st, 2017

Trauma abruptly opens with all of the lights in the arena going out. Moments later, the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young plays. Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. The Underground Title is on one shoulder and the North American Title is on the other. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.

"There's a world you're living in

No one else has your part

All God's children in the wind

Take it in and blow hard.



Look around it, have you found it

Walking down the avenue?

See what it brings,

could be good things

In the air for you.."

Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and motions for a microphone.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks… welcome to Trauma…. I guess Gabriel has something to say.

Ace Anderson: Doesn’t Gabriel ALWAYS have something to say?

Jerry Andrews: That’s true. He calls himself “The Messenger of…”


Gabriel: HALLEUJAH!!!!

The crowd boos. Gabriel holds up both championships.

Gabriel: PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!!!!

The booing continues. Gabriel keeps speaking.

Gabriel: Brothers and sisters, the Lord is good. The Lord is kind. The Lord is patient and just. He comes to us offering salvation and in return all he asks is that we praise him, that we speak his name with esteem, and that we offer our love through prayer. Please join me now, my brothers and sisters, in a moment of silent prayer. Let us call to mind our sins and ask the almighty Lord to have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to salvation. Let us pray.

Gabriel bows his head in silent prayer. The Trauma audience is anything but silent, booing loudly the entire time.

Gabriel: Amen.

More boos.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Gabriel’s message is connecting with these fans here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Gee… I wonder why not?

Gabriel: My brothers and sisters, tonight is a momentous tonight. For tonight, finally, I have a sacrifice worthy of the Lord. At Return to Glory I not only retained the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship, but I put an end to the reign of the hideous magician and became North American Champion as well.

The crowd boos again.

Jerry Andrews: Well… like him or not, he did have one hell of a night at Return to Glory.

Ace Anderson: Or was it one HEAVEN of a night?

Jerry Andrews: Please stop.

Gabriel: Lord Seromine…. please accept these gifts in your honour.

Gabriel holds the two championships up.

Gabriel: They are but a token and they cannot possibly repay you for everything you have done for me and for our world, but they are yours Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Gabriel kneels down, holding the titles in the air.

Gabriel: Please, my Lord, hear my prayers and accept these titles as a gift to you from your humble servant. You saved me from a wretched life of decay and I….


“Okay… that’s enough!”

The crowd finally cheers as Pure Class Wrestling President Loki makes his way out to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Well, the president is here!

Ace Anderson: Was Gabriel trying to give his titles to Seromine?

Jerry Andrews: It sure looks that way, and I don’t think Loki is happy about that!

Loki: Get up Gabriel. This isn’t a church, it’s a wrestling ring. And I’m not going to stand by while you try to hand over two of this company’s title to someone who clearly did nothing to deserve them.

The crowd cheers again.

Loki: Now, that said, Gabriel, you will be handing one of those titles over tonight… to me.

The crowd cheers once more.

Jerry Andrews: What!?

Loki: Now that you’re North American champion, I’m stripping you of the Underground title. Except for rare circumstances, the Underground Champion must defend the title on every show and, since you’re also the North American champion, I don’t believe that you will be able to uphold that end of the agreement. So, please, the title.

Gabriel is incensed but he finally relents, handing the title over to Loki.

Loki: We will name a new Underground Champion through a special round robin tournament. Details will be announced later tonight on PureClassWrestling.com. As for you, Gabriel, you still have a match tonight. You’ll still be competing in that fourway match…. but it will now be for the North American Championship!

The crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: The North American title will be on the line tonight!

Jerry Andrews: That means Gabriel could very well lose BOTH of his titles here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Serves him right for trying to give them away like that!

Loki: That match is coming up next, so you have this commercial break to prepare yourself.

Loki turns and leaves the ring with the Underground Title as Gabriel stands inside the ring turning red with rage.

Jerry Andrews: The Underground Title is vacant! The North American Title is on the line! Don’t you dare change that channel! Trauma will be back in two minutes!

Trauma returns with Gabriel in the ring, ready for his match.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship!”

The crowd cheers.

“Already in the ring, he is the North American Champion: GABRIEL!”

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 remaining opponents to come.

“And his first opponent: TYRONE ‘CRAZY BOY’ SMITH!”

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

“HIGH TIDE!”

The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening drum beats to Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…

…DOMINATOR…

The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd.

He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.

He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.

“DOMINATOR!”

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Title North American Title
Underground Rules Fourway Match
Gabriel (c) vs Dominator vs High Tide vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.

The bell rings and the four competitors square off. Crazy Boy goes after Dominator, leaving High Tide to battle Gabriel.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go folks! North American title on the line!

Crazy Boy immediately jumps up, hitting Dominator with a jumping heel kick. The big man is staggered. Crazy Boy charges at him with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes. Smith goes over with him.

Ace Anderson: WOAH!

Meanwhile, High Tide and Gabriel lock up. Tide drives his knee into Gabriel’s stomach, doubling him over. He then sets him up and drops him with a snap suplex. Tide goes for a quick cover, only getting a one count.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide trying to end this very early.

Ace Anderson: I think it’s going to take a bit more than that to win this match!

On the outside, Crazy Boy grabs Dominator’s head and slams it into the ring steps.

Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, these men signed up for an Underground Rules match and that’s what we’re getting, even though it’s the North American title that’s on the line!

Dominator stumbles backwards. Tyrone Smith runs at him, but he’s caught in a choke. And….

Ace Anderson: CHOKESLAM ON THE OUTSIDE!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Inside the ring, Tide pulls Gabriel up and sets him up for another suplex. Gabriel blocks it and hits a suplex of his own. Gabriel then hits an elbow drop. He stands up, but Dominator is now in the ring and he catches the champion with a big boot to the face. Dominator goes for a cover:
1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: High Tide breaks up the pinfall!

High Tide begins to stomp away on Dominator before he can get to his feet. Dominator rolls out of the ring. Tide rushes and leaps over the ropes, hitting him with a diving spear! Dominator crashes into the ringside barrier. Suddenly Crazy Boy comes out of nowhere hitting Dominator with a big clothesline and knocking him over the barrier to the outside!

Ace Anderson: Smart move here, Jerry. Dominator is clearly the most physical intense competitors in this match, so it makes a lot of sense to try to take him out early.

With Dominator temporarily out of the picture, Tide and Crazy Boy immediately begin trading right hands!

Jerry Andrews: High Tide and Crazy Boy just laying into each other! These two certainly have a long history!

Ace Anderson: They definitely know each other well!

While the two brawl, Dominator gets up and makes his way back over the railing. He heads towards the ring where Gabriel is waiting. As the big man enters the ring, Gabriel takes a step back. It doesn’t matter though as Dominator rushes at him, taking him down with a huge clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Man, that almost flipped Gabriel inside out!

Dominator pulls Gabriel up and he hits him with a scoop slam piledriver. He then drops an elbow. Gabriel crawls to the ropes, but Dominator pulls him away, sets him up, and connects with a full nelson bomb! Dominator pulls him up once more, only to send him crashing back to the mat once more.

Ace Anderson: The Namesake!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is just mopping the floor with the champion right now. Gabriel needs to do something if he wants to save his title.

Ace Anderson: In my opinion, he needs to get the hell out of the ring in any way he can!

Dominator pulls Gabriel up now and sets him up in a torture rack!

Jerry Andrews: Rip in Time! This could be the end!

Ace Anderson: We could have a new champion right here!

Suddenly Crazy Boy rushes into the ring, taking Dominator’s legs out from under him. Smith then gets to his feet and he starts to stomp away on Dominator. He then heads to the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy going upstairs!

Ace Anderson: HIGH TIDE JUST SHOVED HIM OFF THE ROPES!

Crazy Boy hits the floor with a thud! Meanwhile, Gabriel has also rolled to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide and Dominator in the ring now and Gabriel and Crazy Boy are in plenty of pain on the outside.

Ace Anderson: This could be a big chance to win this match for one of these two men!

Tide waits for Dominator to get to his feet and he hits him with a jumping wheel kick. Dominator staggers into the corner. Tide runs at him with a flying crossbody! Dominator catches him in mid-air, sets him up, and…

Jerry Andrews: Anachronism!!!

Ace Anderson: A cover!

1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Gabriel pulled referee Tyrone Little, Jr. out of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on! Dominator had this match won! He should be the North American Champion right now!

Gabriel throws the referee aside and he returns to the ring brandishing a steel chair.

Ace Anderson: Like it or not, there are no disqualifications!

Gabriel runs at Dominator with the chair, but the big man kicks the chair right into Gabriel’s face! Gabriel falls to the mat. Dominator covers him!

Jerry Andrews: There’s no referee!

Ace Anderson: Any referee could have counted to a million there. Gabriel got hit right in the face with that chair.

Jerry Andrews: That’s twice Dominator should have won this match!

Dominator eventually stands up. Gabriel rolls over. Dominator walks towards him. Gabriel backs up into the corner, begging off his assailant.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is pleading for his life!

Ace Anderson: Hey, where’s his savior now!?

Dominator walks towards Gabriel, but Gabriel kicks him right in the crotch!

Jerry Andrews: LOW BLOW!

Ace Anderson: I guess that’s one way to stop Dominator!

Gabriel stands and he picks up the chair. He smacks Dominator with it repeatedly, before his clotheslined from behind by High Tide. Tide pulls him up now, but Gabriel manages to roll him up for a cover!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel with a roll-up!

Ace Anderson: But he’s holding onto the ropes for leverage!

Tyrone Little, Jr. slides back into the ring. He doesn’t notice Gabriel’s hand gripping the ropes:
1…
2…
3!!!

Winner via Pinfall: Gabriel

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel stole this one! What a crime!

Gabriel rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor. He slowly crawls over to the timekeeper’s table and picks up his title.

Ace Anderson: There’s no way he should still be holding that belt, but the world apparently isn’t fair.

Jerry Andrews: I’m disgusted. We’ll be right back, folks.

Following the commercials things open backstage in the Pure Class arena. A slightly chubby ginger kid is standing beside a bathroom door with his arms crossed. A security guard approaches the kid snapping his fingers.

Guard "Hey yo, kid what are you doing back here with no adult?"

Kid "I'm Toby?"

Guard "Is that a question or your name?"

Toby "My -"

Guard "Listen kid kick rocks back to your seat or I'm kicking you out!"

Toby "I'm waiting on Mar...Warden West, he had to take a piss."

The guard grabs the kid by his orange stripped shirt.

Guard "Don't shit me kid, do I look dumb?"

The bathroom door opens up and out comes a large man, eyes a baby blue in color, black button up jean jacket, and oddly pointy ears. He is drying his hands on a paper towel when he spots the very short fat guard grabbing up the boy. The boy holds a hand up to have the big man stop.

Toby "No but you sure are going to look like a scared ass turd when you turn around."

Toby points and the guard slowly turns around. The big man clad in what looks like leather armor jerks the tiny guard off his feet! He brings the guard just so they are nose to nose.

Man "You are a brave soul to be grabbing the Maker--"

Toby "Just Toby man, don't make it any weirder."

Man "Excuse me my little Lordly, but as I was saying you are a brave man or a foolish man to grab such an important being up like you are someone ready for battle. Is this what this sport has to offer a King?"

Toby "This is a security guard Warden, he isn't anybody so you can put him down."

Warden scans the man again before lightly tossing him into the floor, the guard takes off down the hall. The man then turns to the boy Toby with hands on his hips.

Warden "You promised me a many of men to test my strength and yet all I have seen are out of shape and short guards! Toby Wayland I demand a challenge of the best Pure Class has to offer."

Toby gulps and points at the cameras.

Toby "You want it man, tell them let the world know!"

Warden faces the cameras, his eyes dart left to right as he licks at his dry lips. He crosses his arms.

Warden "People of the Pure Class, I am Warden West. King of Wrathelm, the beheader of Queen Duna the Foul, the burning sword that toppled the rogue Nephilim Issel of Viscar, last of the elfs of House Aroros, and Warden of Earth. I seek the strongest male or female combatant Pure Class Wrestling has to offer, with this I offer only a fair warning, I want to fight. At your event Trauma 218 with or without revealing yourself prior to the event I will meet you in the square box and may the best of the best win..."

Toby steps forward holding a single small blue dice.

Toby "So roll for initiative!"

He lets it fly out of his hand. It stops just in front of Warden who flashes a pearly white smile. Just then several security guards lead by the guard Warden tossed enter the hall once again.

Guard "Those two! Get them now!"

They form a circle around the boy and Warden. The boy picks the dice up showing the camera.

Toby "Crit baby! Balls in your court whoever accepts this kingly challenge!"

As the guards go to grab for Warden the hall way goes black after a flash of light! The hall way is flooded with smoke as the guards cough and gag trying to find a way out.

Guard "Cantrips! Cantrips dammit!"

Guard 2 "Where did they go?!"

The hall was empty except for the guards who are looking around highly confused. Fade.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma. What a night it has been thus far and we’re just getting started.

Ace Andrews: We still have our HUGE main event coming up but we have some breaking news for you regarding the Underground Title.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, as you know, Loki stripped Gabriel of the title earlier tonight, stating that he did not believe Gabriel could defend the title on every show while still remaining a fighting North American champion.

Ace Andrews: It was the right move, in my opinion, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: We still don’t have all of the details, but you heard Loki say that the new champion would be crowned through a round robin tournament. My sources are telling me that four competitors will participate in the tournament. Each wrestler will face the other three wrestlers once, one match per show, and whoever ends the tournament with the most victories will be named champion.

Ace Anderson: And, if there’s a tie, we’ll do a one-fall championship match!

Jerry Andrews: The four competitors will be officially named in an announcement later tonight on PureClassWrestling.com.

Ace Anderson: It’s going to be quite the tournament to watch!

Jerry Andrews: You know what else is great to watch? These commercials! Can we have our money now?

We return backstage to show the interior of a locker room, and we spot a slender, hoodie clad figure is hunched over, rooting through a certain bag and throwing clothes in a haphazard, careless manner around the locker room. The person is searching through a gym bag with the intense focus of an addict looking for a baggie he hopes is beneath a couch cushion. As the camera gets closer, we can see the familiar quiff of Kyle Shane, and behind him, the locker room door bangs open and shut, and Kyle whirls around, getting to his feet, and hiding something behind his back. The intruding party, the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion Whitey Ford, comes into the picture with his ire raised.

Whitey Ford: Boy, you must have LOST your damn mind. What in the hell are you thinking, going through MY bag?

Kyle Shane: Well, uh, after our little exchange on the last Trauma a few weeks ago, I knew that you were the type that - partook, so I was trying to see if you had a dime bag that wasn't stems and seeds, you know, but I am sad to report -

Whitey isn't playing with Kyle, nor does he buy the friendly, joking demeanor Kyle is putting on. His face is stony set as he points behind Kyle's back.

Whitey Ford: I know you, you have a reputation here, ever since you pulled that stunt stealing Dan Fierce's credit card. What's that behind your back.

Dutifully, Kyle holds out an empty hand, while keeping the one clutching contraband still firmly behind his back. Whitey starts, and then he fixes Kyle with a look that says he will murder him dead.

Whitey Ford: Don't you have another loss to Grimm to get ready for, you asshole? For the last time before we start throwing fists and you eat through a straw, give me what's in your hand.

Kyle sighs, annoyed, and he holds out his other hand, which contains a glittering gilded statue, given out at the Icey's - the inscription, Most Loved Superstar. Whitey sputters and his face gets red.

Whitey Ford: My God damn Icey's statue?! Are you kidding me right now?!

Kyle looks incredibly peeved.

Kyle Shane: Yeah, well, you know, it was a travesty made of bullshit that you even won it, considering the fact that nobody really likes you. I deserved this trophy, I deserve to collect all the trophies.

Whitey Ford: You won your pithy little Breakout Star consolation gift, you little shithead, you should take that and be happy with it. You better hand that statue over, right now.

Whitey and Kyle both put their hands on the trophy. For a second, a juvenile, tug of war game arises between them as they try to snatch it out of each others hands. Kyle brings his free hand around to slap Whitey in the face. Whitey retaliates with another slap. Now both men are jockeying with each other, trying to pull the statue free of the other man's grip while slapping the other man in the face. Grunting with effort, Whitey yanks the statue free, and holds it triumphantly in Kyle's face.

Whitey Ford: Now what, you little asshole. Now, fun is fun but don't let me catch you going through my stuff again or I'll take you in that ring and beat your ass legally. Get the hell out of here.

Kyle Shane: Fine. Fine. I'll just take MY trophy, and be going, then.

Kyle bends down and picks up a small, swaddled wrap of clothing he had tucked down into the ravaged bag. He pulls a trophy out, and begins walking out of the locker room, giving Whitey the middle finger salute.

Whitey Ford: Yeah, walk away, bitch. You better -

Whitey looks at the trophy in his hands, which has a gag nameplate reading "Most STD's" and his jaw drops as he realizes Kyle must have pulled a switch at some point. He violently throws the trophy against the wall and bursts through the locker room door, as the camera catches Kyle Shane rocketing down the hall at top speed.

Whitey Ford: GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, SHANE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I SEE YOU!!

Whitey starts to give chase as the camera switches elsewhere.

Jerry Andrews: We're back, folks. We hope you're enjoying the show tonight and we hope that you'll join us in October for our next Pay Per View, the appropriately titled, Deadly Intentions!

Ace Anderson: The eighth annual, Jer—You forgot to mention that. With as forgetful as you are, I’m beginning to wonder when I’ll be flying this plane solo!

Jerry Andrews (ignoring his partner): We know that the World Champion will be “The Asshole” Whitey Ford. But who will his challenger be?

Ace Anderson: My money is on the Icemann Invitational Winner, the man who calls his own shot, the God of Game, Kyle Shane!

Jerry Andrews: It very well could be. But he has a full calendar year to cash in his opportunity. And speaking of the arrogant Kyle Shane, he is in tonight’s main event. He was victorious at Return to Glory in what was supposed to be a triple threat match, but wound up being a singles contest.

Ace Anderson: That won’t be an issue tonight. He gets the unfavorable task of facing off with the psychotic, sociopathic, gives no eff’s about life and limb, Alexa Black!

Jerry Andrews: As ultra dangerous as she is, imagine how former World Champion, Phinehas Grimm is feeling after coming up short in his rem---

Ace Anderson (interrupting): I wouldn’t poke that tiger. But he will also be competition in our main event.

Jerry Andrews: Let’s recap the night for each individual at Return to Glory.

Return to Glory VIII Sunday August 19th, 2017/div] Underground Title Match Alexa Black vs Gabriel (c) A spinning backfist knocks him over the railing. Alexa stalks and reaches over to pull him up. She hits a neckbreaker, with Gabe’s neck colliding with the edge of the railing. Cameras pick up the shot of him favoring it. Alexa rips said camera, shoves the operator and BLASTS Gabriel in the face lens first. He staggers into now empty seats as the fans who had occupied them scatter. She jumps into the fray and continues using the PROPERTY OF PCW PURE CLASS WRESTLING equipment. Growing bored with it, she drops it and tosses Gabriel back over. With evil dripping from every pore in her body, she surveys her environment like a kid in a toy store. Invoking her inner Nikita Koloff, the chain is wrapped around her arm like a snake. Gabriel is NAILED with a sickening clothesline from hell. It served its purpose. Alexa rolls back outside and basically brings with her a whole bag full of goodies: THUMB TACKS. This of course gets the bloodthirsty fans onto their feet. Alexa attempts to gut-wrench him into the sharp objects, but he manages to somehow fight out of this. Gabriel kicks her kneecaps. Hits an uppercut. And then SPEARS her down into the very things she brought in! Now a human pin cushion, Gabriel sweeps the remaining tacks out of the ring, while the rest remain in her flesh. Gabriel retrieves the chain that had been used on him. He rolls it up into a coil and then drops Alexa right on top of it with a nasty looking brainbuster. Gabriel is slow to exit the ring, but does so uninterrupted. When he returns he has...a PANE OF GLASS?? It gets positioned in the corner. Alexa finds her legs trapped under his arms. He fakes like he’s going to use a Boston crab, but instead...it’s catapult time! Alexa goes flying like Superman right through the glass!! It shatters into many, many fragments. She isn’t moving so well after that one. Blood exits from the various wounds. Gabriel doesn’t offer a prayer for the evil sinner. He’s there to cleanse the division of it’s Queen. Alexa is drug out to the middle of the ring. Gabriel locks in a WOOO! (thoughts are with you, Nature Boy) figure four leg lock. If for no other reason than to make her ability to walk that much tougher. Alexa Black pulls at her hair as Gabriel continues to apply the pressure. There is no submitting yet, but she’s in clear pain. Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has been working on his submission skills since being saved and he may just have a victory here with one. Ace Anderson: Alexa Black feels pain? That woman LOVES pain. Especially inflicting it. The psychotic monster has something else in mind. Carefully rolling under the ropes, she retries a very special weapon. A metal baseball bat wrapped in RAZOR WIRE. She hobbles back into the ring as Gabriel stirs. The bat is swung like practice was in session. The very moment Gabriel turns around, the dangerous weapon clocks him in the head, busting him wide open. Alexa’s eyes widen. Her smile twists into a sadistic snarl. The bat is thrown out of the ring. Gabriel’s face is a crimson mess, matching Alexa’s arms in that department. She approaches with a slight limp. Gabriel is rammed head first into the corner. Alexa carefully gets to the middle ropes, puts on the brass knucks again and unloads for a series of ten shots to his gashed head. She steps away as Gabriel falls out of the ring. She exits and measures Gabriel’s head again as he is partially concealed under the ring. He wipes the blood out of his eyes. As he tries to figure out where the hell he is, Alexa comes in for a Skull Crushing Finale! It misses. What Gabriel has driven between her legs does not: The very same razor bladed baseball bat that busted him open. It’s not embedded enough to do a whole lot of damage, but is enough to make Alexa straddle very precariously. Gabriel uses the ring apron to trap the handle against the edge of the mat. This of course further raises the weapon where it shouldn’t be. Alexa is practically trapped and needing to be careful about how she moves. Gabriel knows this himself. He retrieves a towel to wipe his face with. Then a fire extinguisher. Jerry Andrews: I--- Ace Anderson (interrupting): I guess now would be as good a time as any to talk anatomy? It becomes a battering ram between the eyes from a charging Underground Champion. Alexa snaps back and falls to her side. The razors catch her inner thighs in the process, but at least she’s free. Gabriel rolls the extinguisher back into the ring. Alexa Black is next. Beaten, bloody and battered, Gabriel looks to the heavens before hitting The Word of the Lord into the extinguisher. Alexa’s head and neck bend at an inhuman angle from impact. Gabriel rolls her over and goes for the pin. 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! And this brutal title defense has it’s victor. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and STILL Underground Champion, Gabriel! Jerry Andrews: Wow! That was a bloody match, but Gabriel pulls off his first defense AND his first match of the night with a victory! [Transition] Kyle Shane v High Tide v Alyce Starchylde Loki: The other bit of news is that this triple threat match is now a standard match. High Tide also tested to be far too intoxicated to perform tonight. It was determined that he could pose a safety risk for himself and two for our more promising stars. Corporate didn't want to take that chance. The audience doesn't like this news one bit, but Loki just shrugs, mouthing the words, "It's out of my hands." Ace Anderson: High Tide tested to have blood in his alcohol stream? Jerry Andrews: ACE! Ace Anderson: Seriously? His blood type is a higher proof than a barrel of Jim Beam. Jerry Andrews: I think he prefers Captain Morgan. Loki: So now the match will be Kyle Shane versus Alyce Starchylde. Enjoy the match, ladies and gentlemen. [Transition] She doesn't pay an iota of attention to the ref's admonishments as she climbs the second turnbuckle and climbing onto Shane's back with a sleeper hold. Kyle flails his arms, reaching back to get a grip on the colorful woman. He feels himself starting to fade a bit, but he answers the problem by launching himself backwards to the corner. Once. Twice. The impacts rock Alyce. The third time's the charm, causing her to release the hold. Kyle drops to a knee, gasping for air. The unrelenting gal hits a snapmare that makes Shane rock backward into the bottom turnbuckle. Jerry Andrews: Man, Alyce is putting up quite a battle. Kyle probably thought this was going to be a cakewalk. Ace Anderson: I doubt the God of Game underestimated his opponent. Alyce drags her victim to the center of the ring. He bounds off of the second rope, landing across Shane's chest with a moonsault. She hooks the leg, but only gets a long one count before the winner of the Icemann tournament kicks out. She slaps the mat and screams at the ref as she pulls Shane to his feet by his hair. She whips Shane to the ropes and leaps up into the air for a drop kick that only connects with air as Kyle hangs onto the ropes. She lands at an uncomfortable angle on her neck, causing the entire peanut gallery to gasp in unison. Shane looks at his opponent as she clasps her neck, dropping for a cover, seemingly as a mercy to end the match. 1! 2! NO! Shane cocks his head to the side curiously, wondering where Alyce drew the energy to kick out. He pulls her to her feet, dropping her back down with a double arm DDT. Continuing the assault, he pulls her upright and hits with a series of vertical suplexes. Alyce refuses to let her opponent put her shoulders to the mat for a full three count. The Game Changer yanks her to her feet, launching her to the corner. He follows in with a knee lift, but he hesitated just enough for the wiry woman to duck under it. His knee connects with the corner. As he wails in agony, Alyce snaps awake, her smile broad across her face. Ace Anderson: Was... Was she playing "possum?" Jerry Andrews: It certainly looks that way, Ace. Alyce is stunned by the sudden offense and near fall. Shane gets some space between him and his assailant, glaring at her maliciously. He tries to walk off the injury, never turning his back on the resourceful lady. She rushes the God of Game, leaping into the air for a hurricanrana, but the quick thinking contender turns it into a sit-out powerbomb. Jerry Andrews: Looks like Shane is turning things around. Shane puts the woman in a surfboard stretch. He lets her yelp in agony for a bit before putting the exclamation point on it with a curb stomp that nearly knocks the cuckoo concubine out. Shane gathers her over his shoulder, slamming her back down to the mat with a running power slam. He goes for a cover, but Alyce kicks out after the two count. Kyle picks her up again, returning her to the mat with a slam and leaping off of the second rope and third turnbuckle for a double jump moonsault. Jerry Andrews: These two are really taking it to each other. Alyce slides into the ring long enough to break up the count. She returns to the Game Changer, raining stomps on him like she's trying to put out a grass fire. She collects her quarry from the floor, whipping him into the corner post. Shane collapses to the floor, but he isn't there long. Alyce pulls him upright again, drilling him with a forehead smash to the nose, bloodying his face. Ace Anderson: The Red Queen! Alyce tosses Shane into the ring, sliding in behind him as he stands on wobbly feet, holding his schnoz. She drop kicks him in the back, driving him face first into the top turnbuckle. Without hesitation, she leaps onto his back, dropping backwards with a Unicorn Stampede! 1! 2! THRE-NO! Jerry Andrews: How the hell did Shane kick out of that one? Alyce gets to full standing. Kyle find a reserve of energy to kip up at the last second. Both competitors glower at each other. Shane charges in, Alyce answering his momentum with a superkick. Shane drops like a cut tree as Alyce scampers up the top rope. She steadies herself, leaping into the air for a frog splash. Ace Anderson: Shane got his knees up! Jerry Andrews: Good thing she has an extra rib. I think one of hers is broken from that impact. Ace Anderson: You've got jokes now? Jerry Andrews: Shane's got her back up. PIECES of EDEN! This one is over! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! Sasha Greene: Your winner of this contest: Kyle Shane! [Transition] World Title Match Grimm v “The Asshole” Whitey Ford (c) Both men don't even wait for the bell before they begin trading punches. Rights and lefts, haymakers and hooks fly as both men vie for some advantage. The ref tries to break up the slugfest by intervening, but they continue to smash knuckles into each other without regard. Jerry Andrews: No love lost between these two, for sure. The ref tries to get the men to break up cleanly, but Whitey rakes Grimm's eyes, and the former champ answers in kind. Then the fists fly once again. Grimm throws a haymaker right that Whitey ducks under and hits an atomic drop that sends Grimm across the ring. Just as Dillinger turns around, he's met with a nasty clothesline that spins him on a vertical axis he didn't know he had. Whitey wastes no time, pulling his foe up and back down with a snap German suplex. Jerry Andrews: Ford floats over for a pin. Ace Anderson: Nope. Waaaaay too early to put a star like Grimm to the mat for three. Ace Anderson: MOVE REF! The Lord of Misrule charges forward blindly, spearing both men into the barricade. With both the champ and the ref down, Grimm reaches under the ring, producing his favorite utensil: a shovel. He waits patiently for Whitey to come to and stand away from the crowd before taking a wide swing for the fences... that clangs against the ring post jarringly, causing him to let go of the weapon. It lands across the steps. Whitey kicks the handle in two, and then returns his attention to the assailant. Both men begin drumming each other with punches. Grimm finally begins to win out on the fisticuffs, snatching Ford's arm and whipping him into the ring post. There's no hesitation as Grimm grabs the arm he worked over before and drives it into the post. He pulls Whitey around the corner, whipping him to the next post, but Ford reverses it, bringing Dillinger into face first contact with the unforgiving steel. Grimm collapses in a heap, but the Asshole doesn't give him much quarter, pulling him to standing quickly. He doubles the challenger over with a kick and ushers him to the ring steps with a thunderous clang of metal, the top tier flying off from the impact. Jerry Andrews: Grimm is busted open! Ace Anderson: Uh oh. They're coming this way! Defensive positions! Whitey leads his nemesis to the announce table, bouncing his head off of the table like a basketball. He drives another boot to the Hangtown Horror's midsection, placing his head between his legs for a powerbomb onto the table. Whitey tries to pull off the move, but the Lord of Misrule blocks the attempt, reversing it with a body drop instead. Whitey laid out on the prop, Grimm climbs aboard too. He grabs Whitey by the legs, lifts up and back down. CRACK! CRASH! Ace Anderson: Foddershock through the table! Jerry Andrews: Just once, I'd like to survive a pay-per-view with our booth intact. Grimm stands up, pulling Whitey up and leading him back into the ring, breaking the count. Grimm slides in behind bringing Whitey to his feet with him as he gets in the ring. He claps Whitey's ears, and then delivers a Dead Reckoning to the bridge of Whitey's nose, a crimson spray bursting forth. Whitey rocks back, holding his proboscis gingerly. A grimace of anger crosses his face. He charges at Grimm... Ace Anderson: Rehab Spear! Whitey mounts the Hangtown Horror, punishing him with clobbering fists in a rage. Grimm tosses up his arms to block most of the blows. Finally having had enough, he rolls over, returning the favor. Whitey takes the beating for a bit before finally bucking his foe off like a mechanical bull. Both men shoot to their feet and trade fists a bit more, all while the ref tries unsuccessfully to remind them that this isn't a boxing match. Jerry Andrews: These two are going to kill each other. He battles to his feet, drumming Grimm in the ribs with elbow after elbow, finally breaking the grip. Whitey rushes the ropes, bouncing off of the second for a cross body block on the Abomination of Desolation. He hooks the leg, but only gets a two count. Not wasting time, Ford tosses Grimm at the ropes, swinging wide with a clothesline that whiffs past. Grimm duck under a second one on the recoil. Ford takes a different tack when Grimm returns, doubling him over with a boot. Jerry Andrews: Hangover from Hell! Ford hits a snap German suplex, floating over for another pin attempt, but only gets a short two count. He pounds the mat in frustration, yelling at the ref, "Pull your head out of your ass, Lane!" Ford continues the onslaught with chops that herd the challenger to the corner. Ford draws back for one more good knife-edge chop, but Grimm's foot doubles him over. Grimm latches Ford into a headlock, kicking off of the corner. Ace Anderson: Harvest! Grimm hits a Harvest! Jerry Andrews: There's the cover! 1! 2! THRE-NO! Ace Anderson: Good god! How did Ford kick out of that? Grimm sit upright. Ford echoes him. Both men turn to each other, throwing hands once again, but with not much gas in their tanks, the blows are jarring at best. They stand up, walloping each other, neither man standing on a stable base, their strikes looking more like wet noodles than fists. Tired of the arms being thrown, Grimm uses a foot. DDT! Ford is spread out on the canvas as the Hangtown Horror scales the corner. Ace Anderson: What's Grimm up to? Jerry Andrews: Looks like Ford's not waiting to find out. He's got him in the backtoss piledriver! 1! 2! THREE-NO! Grimm finds a burst of energy, slowly pulling himself up and bringing a straining Whitey along with him. He drops to his back, which immediately causes Ford to release the hold. Slowly, like a cone snail stalking a sleeping fish, Grimm wraps Whitey up in the Winding Stair. Whitey begins to yowl, panic setting in as he thrashes to gain freedom. Just like Grimm only a few moments earlier, Whitey begins to lose consciousness. The ref checks the champ, his arm falling hard the first time, as well as the second. The third time it falls right onto the bottom rope. Lane has no choice but to call for the hold to be broken. Grimm slowly pulls Whitey to his feet, draping his head under his arm and setting up for another Harvest. He starts to tornado around, but Ford sloughs his grip before the payoff. Grimm charges forward, but Whitey drops him with a toehold. The champ flips Grimm over onto his back and charges the ropes, connecting with a diving senton. Whitey hooks the leg! 1! 2! THRE-NO! Whitey pulls Grimm to standing, heaving his opponent onto his shoulders, connecting with another back toss piledriver. It takes a couple of seconds before Whitey can muster the energy to crawl over for the cover. 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! Sasha Greene: Your winner ans STILL Pure Class Wrestling World Champion: "The Asshole" Whitey Ford! Jerry Andrews: This one is finally over! Ford retains! Ace Anderson: Both men put up one helluva fight, but the Asshole gets to keep his belt for just a bit longer.

Ace Anderson: Congratulations. You have effectively pissed off Alexa Black and Grimm by showing they lost. RIP announce table. May Pure Class Wrestling find the funds to keep producing them.

Jerry Andrews: Oh for the love of---no, I better not say that. I know the name you’d replace it with. All three are worthy of being in the main event. Would it make you feel better if I mentioned Grimm holds wins over his opponents?

Ace Anderson: No! Because NOW you are implying Alexa Black is a loser. Do you understand the level of crazy that woman is?? This is professional wrestling. Not fight night at the insane asylum!

Jerry Andrews (sighing): With respect to The Black Widow, she is a former North American Champion! A title she held for seven months. Satisfied?

Ace Anderson: Alexa doesn’t care about that kind of history. She just enjoys making sure her opponents have theirs abruptly ended. If you catch my drift.

Jerry Andrews: She’s a scary woman, I get it. And now the fans get the triple threat match, RIGHT AFTER THIS BREAK!

Sasha Greene: The following is our main event, scheduled for one fall, under triple threat rules. Introducing first, he weighs in at 217 lbs... GRIMM!!

Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

Jerry Andrews: The spine-tingling entrance of the unique presence of the Hangtown Horror, still one of the best things about Pure Class Wrestling today.

Ace Anderson: Grimm looks ready to bring some pain, baby!

Sasha Greene: And the first opponent, weighing in at 200 lbs and accompanied by her managers... ALEXA BLACK!!

The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Blood On My Hands" by The Used roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face covered by a black mask with two Japanese Kanji in white. Death on the left and Pain on the right

Her head is covered by a hooded zip up jacket over a plain black t shirt and black tights with black wrestling boots with a red spider on the side of each boot. Her hands are covered by black gloves and around her neck a red back tspider pendant.

Behind her her manager Jamie King stands smiling smugly deck out as usual in his Armani suit and next to him his enforcer Stuart Masters keeps a close eye on things

The trio walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil trio

They look around at the PCW faithful who pack the stands and they simply glare malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.

They continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.

They reach the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring.

The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring and removes her mask, her cold eyes silently staring up the ramp unflinchingly waiting for her next victim as King and Masters stay in her corner.

Jerry Andrews: Well, speaking of bringing pain, here comes a force to be reckoned with in the Underground division, Alexa Black. Alexa came so close to winning the Underground championship at Return To Glory, and I know she feels if she can get one of the two most proven men in the locker room down, she will make a big name for herself tonight.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but that is going to be a tall order. She's going against a multiple time World champion and what, some may say, is a future World champion.

Jerry Andrews: I wouldn't count Alexa out, Ace. She brought a few wild cards to the table.

Sasha Greene: And their final opponent... he weighs in at 218 lbs... KYLE... SHANE!!!

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge:

"And how could anyone

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine

You with someone else that I have felt and seen

I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest

Looking right through the lens

From winter brings the spring again"

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

Jerry Andrews: Listen to the ovation for Kyle Shane! You know, like him or not, he has stuck through some brutal battles and he continues to try and prove himself to the Pure Class Wrestling faithful.

Ace Anderson: I think what people don't get about Kyle Shane is that we are seeing a man redefine and reinvent himself almost on a weekly basis. We have just scratched the surface of his potential here.

Triple Threat Match
Standard Rules
Kyle Shane vs Alexa Black vs Grimm
Referee: Nigel Gale

The referee motions for the fight to begin as all three competitors walk towards the center of the ring. They begin jawing amoungst themselves before both Black and Shane deck Grimm sending Grimm to the mat! Black picks Grimm up off the mat blasting him with a right hand which staggers Grimm backwards. Shane comes forward nailing Grimm with a hard european uppercut that sends Grimm into the ropes. Black motions to Shane, telling him to pull Grimm up, which Shane does, albeit giving Black a cross look, and together they plant Grimm with a double suplex.

Jerry Andrews: What a strange alliance we're seeing here.

Ace Anderson: Are you kidding me, it's truly brilliant. Both of these competitors have been beaten by Grimm in the recent past so they have all the motivation to try and take him out of the equation.

Jerry Andrews: There is something to be said for an effective divide and conquer strategy.

Ace Anderson: Alright, take it down a little, Command and Conquer.

Grimm rolls to his feet, and Black comes forward, clubbing him over the back. Black throws Grimm forward, right into a beautiful standing dropkick from Kyle. Black nods her assent. She lifts Grimm up and whips him into the corner. Shane tells her to back off. He flashes a cocky grin at the crowd, then comes running in towards Grimm but Grimm feeds him a back elbow that has Kyle grasping at his cheek. Alexa comes forward and then Grimm fights back on her with a few right hands, then a few rights to Kyle as Alexa stumbles away. Grimm pulls himself up on the ropes. Both Black and Shane recover, and charge forward sending Grimm over the top rope and out to the floor with a double clothesine. Shane turns towards Black, but the temporary detente breaks down as he eats a boot to the midsection before taking a rake across the eyes. Black hammers Shane with a right hand before attempting an irish whip, Shane reverses which sends Black towards the ropes where a relentless Grimm reaches under the bottom rope, like a stalker in a slasher flick, yanking the ankles out from under Black before pulling her out to the floor. Grimm hammers away with right hands before laying in stiff european uppercuts. In the ring Shane bounces off the far side gaining a head of steam before leaping through the top and middle rope with a suicide dive connecting with both Black and Grimm knocking both of them back into the security railing.

Ace Anderson: Very fast paced in the opening moments of this contest!

Kyle Shane picks Grimm up off the floor before sending him crashing into the ring steps shoulder first with an irish whip. Shane turns his attention to Black where he catches her with a boot to the midsection before driving him face first into the ring post. Meanwhile, Grimm reaches his feet where he comes up behind Shane before spinning him around where he drives a knee to the midsection which is followed by a snap suplex on the floor! Grimm reaches under the ring pulling out a kendo stick.

Ace Anderson: It didn't take long for this one to get nasty!

Jerry Andrews: Two former regents of the Underground and one Hangtown Horror, I think anything is going to fly in this match.

Alexa Black is the first to her feet where she's cracked in the ribs by Grimm, swinging for the fences. Grimm laces Black across the back with a succession of sickening shots (heh.) that echo's throughout the arena. A writhing Alexa Black rolls underneath the bottom rope and drops down to the floor, and Grimm's attention is turned towards Shane who pulls himself to his feet only to have the kendo stick shattered across his head to an audible gasp from the crowd! Shane crumbles to the floor as Grimm's attention shifts back to Black. He picks the relatively smaller yet beefier woman up off the floor before tossing her into the ring. Grimm slides into the ring executing the first cover of the contest.

The referee: ONE....

Black kicks out before the count of two. Grimm doesn't waste time as he reaches his feet before picking Black up off the mat. Grimm hammers Black with another european uppercut before shooting her across the ring, Black bounces off the ropes and into a flap jack by Grimm. Grimm executes another cover!

The referee: ONE....

Black kicks out again! Out on the floor we see Kyle Shane, busted open hard way at the hands of the Grimm kendo stick shot to the face, reaching under the ring where he pulls out a steel chair! Shane slides into the ring where he's to his feet. Grimm hears commotion from the crowd before turning around where he's blasted in the face with a vicious steel chair shot that sends Grimm through the ropes and back out to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Shane dented the chair with that vicious shot!

Shane drops the chair as he measures Black who's shown pushing herself to her feet. Shane delivers a boot to the midsection before underhooking both arms, yet before he can peal off the move Black counters with a back body drop. Shane makes his way back to his feet where he walks into a side walk slam on top of the steel chair by Alexa Black. Alexa siezes the opportunity to score the cover.

The referee: ONE... Kickout.

Alexa pulls Shane back to his feet but Shane shows resiliency by nailing several kicks to X’s midsection, getting him room to run into the ropes. On the rebound, Shane dodges a boot attempt and rebounds again, looking for a Goddess White Sword, but Alexa catches him in a nasty sitout spinebuster. Yet another cover...

The referee: ONE...



TWO... Kickout!

Shane won’t be powered down! Alexa Blacks' frustration is only magnified at this point, taking her cruiserweight opponent and bringing him into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Shane. The crowd starts getting into Shane, prompting him to break the hold that’s continuing to wear down his spine. As the crowd starts their rhythmic clapping cameras catch movement on the outside as Grimm brings his body back into the ring. Meanwhile Shane starts delivering repeat elbow shots to Black’s skull as Grimm come up from behind with a reverse neckbreaker to Alexa! After taking a few gasping lungfuls of air and holding his injured ribs, Shane attempts to gain a head of steam, but Alexa lets loose with a Polish hammer, but Shane ducks under it and rebounds, blasting Black this time with a Goddess White Sword.

Jerry Andrews: Some inadvertent team work from Grimm and Shane... but stranger things have happened.

Rotten: Yeah, like Razor Blade showing up.

Shane, again, comes back strong by rebounding off the ropes again. But Grimm is the one who surprises him this time, hitting Shane with a clothesline that turns him inside out. Grimm pounces, and covers him.

The referee: ONE...



TWO... Kickout.

Shane’s got some heart! Grimm pulls Shane back to his feet before tucking his head into a front headlock and hitting a spinning lifting DDT onto Shane. But before Grimm can cover, Alexa breaks the count. As both Grimm and Black get to their feet, heated rights and lefts are exchanged with Alexa gaining the upper hand. Grimm is sent into the ropes where Black duck’s her head just a bit too early; Grimm stops and lands a punt style of kick right into Alexa’s jaw. Her head snaps back up just in time for Grimm to jump forward and plant Alexa with an ace crusher into the canvas. Cover.

The referee: ONE...



TWO... Kickout. Not so much upset at the count, Grimm looks for the finish, dragging Alexa towards a corner and looking to go to the top rope, but Alexa wakes up and finally gets serious, bashing Grimm on his gut several times before joining him on the top rope, looking for a superplex perhaps, but Grimm fights her off with a few elbows and feet before positioning himself and nailing a leaping reverse elbow that sends Alexa rolling all the way cross the ring. Grimm waits for her to recover a bit and rushes back at him looking for something, but Alexa counters with a well-timed tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Alexa licks her lips and laughs with that mad, sadistic glee that defines the psychotic sociopath. Alexa slows the pace down considerably, just raining rights and lefts down. Alexa goes to Shane’s face and kicks it disrespectfully, garnering even more heat. Then Alexa gets close to the face of Grimm and starts taunting him even more, pulling him up by his head. She looks to attempt his lifting DDT, but from behind Shane shocks her with a school boy roll up.

The referee: ONE...



TWO... Kickout!

Black shoots to her feet and boots the already bloody Shane right in the mouth, in retaliation for him trying to steal one. She complains to the referee, trying to tell him that Shane pulled her tights, which wasn't true. The refree says he didn't see it as Black continues to argue. Out on the floor Grimm is shown going back under the ring where he pulls a ladder out to a pop from the crowd! Grimm slides the ladder into the ring before sliding into the ring himself. Black continues to argue with the official as Grimm reaches a vertical base where he picks up the ladder. The referee points behind Black causing Alexa to spin around where she's met with the head of the ladder to the face sending her crashing to the mat! Grimm slams the ladder on top of Black before picking up the steel chair where he begins to smash it into the ladder stacked on the Black Widow. Shot after shot, the sounds of steel meeting steel echo's throughout the building as we see Kyle Shane start to make his way back to his feet. Grimm spins around swinging the chair at Shane's face. Shane ducks out of the way and charges towards the ropes, he bounces off the ropes where he kicks into the chair causing it to be sent smashing into the face of Grimm! The crowd roars as Shane manages to execute the cover on Grimm!

The referee: ONE...



TWO...



THR- Kickout!

Grimm shoots a shoulder up off the mat before the count of three.

Jerry Andrews: An eyelash away from Kyle Shane getting his much wanted vindication over Grimm.

Shane makes his way to his feet where he picks the ladder up off Black before positioning it against a set of buckles. Kyle turns his attention to Black where he picks him up off the mat before attempting to hurl him towards the ladder, Black reverses and it's Shane who's body crashes off the ladder where he staggers into a Savate Kick by Black that sends Shane spilling out to the floor. Grimm is shown reaching his feet, Black spins around where he catches Grimm with a double leg take down before catapulting Grimm face and body first into the ladder! Grimm bounces off the ladder where Black spins him around before taking him by the throat! Black looks to deliver a Chokeslam only to be kicked in the knee cap by Grimm. Black lets her grip loose, and Grimm responds by planting Black with a sleeping neckbreaker, the Lament Configuration. Grimm executes the cover hooking the nearest leg!

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration connects!

Ace Anderson: I can't believe they get old horror movies out in Hangtown. Maybe it's a Starz package...

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THRE-

From out of nowhere Kyle Shane enters the ring where he dives on top of Grimm breaking the pinfall attempt to a pop from the crowd. Shane reaches his feet where he takes the ladder and lays it across the mat. Shane pulls Grimm to his feet before hoisting Grimm up straightjackets both arms around Grimm's waist, lifting and CRUSHING him with a straightjacket German suplex across the laid out ladder. The crowd roars as Shane quickly bridges into the cover on Grimm!

Ace Anderson: Chain of Memories right into the ladder!!

Jerry Andrews: Head and neck meet steel!!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THRE-

Turnabout being fair play, Alexa Black manages to pull Shane off the cover before the fatal count of three.

Jerry Andrews: Black just saved her chances of leaving here tonight with her hand held high.

Ace Anderson: Alexa said it best, Kyle Shane is in this match to be ripped apart by her and Grimm, two of the most brutal competitors and most sadistic minds in the business.

Jerry Andrews: That may be her idea. But the amount of heart, and guts, that Kyle Shane has put into this performance have impressed everyone tonight.

Black and Shane reach a vertical base where they trade right hands before Shane drives a knee to the midsection of Black. Shane fires Black into a neutral corner before charging full speed looking for a running spear. Black side steps Shane at the last minute sending Shane right shoulder first into a ring post. Black meets Grimm with a boot to the midsection as he looks to reach his feet before delivering an Omega Driver, aka the awful waffle, aka her signature Brain Damage Driver. Black reaches her feet where she comes up behind Shane pulling him back out into the ring before spinning him around and grabbing him by the throat. Black hoists Shane up in the air before driving him into the ladder with a chokeslam! Shane's body bounces off the steel frame of the ladder. Black drops down making the cover hooking the closest leg. Alexa looks to the referee, who rolls in to the count.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THRE - Kickout!

Ace Anderson: That - that couldn't have been a kickout, Shane had to just be having spasms or something!

Jerry Andrews: He kicked out! He kicked out!

Ace Anderson: Get the Mythbusters in here and show me!

Alexa Black jumps back up in the referee's face bitching about a slow count. Black grabs the refree in an agitated state of mind and starts demanding she get better treatment in this match. The referee retaliates by throwing her hands off of him and yelling not to ever put her hands on him again to a huge pop from the crowd. Grimm spins Alexa around before delivering a T-bone suplex. There's a mixed pop as Grimm reaches his feet where he's shown taking both legs of Black before bringing her up and drilling her with a wheelbarrow facebuster, aka Foddershock. Grimm then locks Alexa in a brutal sharpshooter hold, sitting all of his weight down on her lower back. The referee drops down to the mat asking if she gives up. Grimm cranks back further on the sharpshooter as pain is etched across the face of Black! Kyle Shane starts working his way back to his feet where he falls back into the ropes before coming forward landing a double knee face buster to Grimm to break the hold before Black can surrender. Shane quickly makes the cover on Grimm hooking the nearest leg.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THREE - Kickout!!

Grimm shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd.

Ace Anderson: Intense back and forth action, but one has to wonder what they have to do to get a win here.

Shane reaches his feet where he picks Grimm up off the mat before tossing him over the top rope and out to the floor. Shane turns his attention towards Alexa Black, he makes his way towards Alexa looking to pick him up off the mat only to have Black deliver a low blow! The crowd roars with boo's as Shane drops to his knees. Alexa pushes herself up off the mat before delivering the Tombstone on Kyle Shane. Both competitors lay on the mat for several seconds before Alexa Black manages to roll over and execute a cover! The referee drops down into position.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THRE -

From out of nowhere Grimm enters the ring where he delivers a punt to the temple of Alexa Black breaking the count! Black rolls over on to the mat with Grimm falling on top of her. The referee is there for the count.

The referee and Crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THREE -

A collective gasp as Alexa Black manages to drape her left boot across the bottom rope causing the count to be broken. Grimm rolls over on to his chest as Black is shown rolling out of the ring where he falls to the floor. Grimm sizes up Shane where he begins pound the mat signaling for the Harvest Kyle Shane starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base. Grimm gets on the turnbuckles, about to leap off and hit the Harvest DDT. Shane counters by grabbing Grimm and flipping him off the top turnbuckle to the mat. Grimm rolls around holding his back, and when he gets to his feet, he eats a stiff leaping knee strike from Shane that has him out on his feet. He stumbles back into the ropes on spaghetti legs and when he staggers forward Shane loads him up onto his shoulders and drops him off right into a stiff kick that looked like it could cave in his chest. There's a pop from the crowd as Kyle manages to roll into the cover on Grimm hooking the nearest leg.

Jerry Andrews: Shane avoided the Harvest and nailed Grimm back to back with an Emblem Heartless and the Light Arrow. Grimm is down!!

Ace Anderson: Shane ... is doing it! Shane has the most decorated World Champion in Pure Class history beat, this could be his moment!

The referee and crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THREE -

Alexa Black breaks the count!

Jerry Andrews: Whoa!

Black runs and attacks Shane as he gets to his feet. She throws him into the corner, turns around, and walks right into….

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!

Ace Anderson: Grimm with a cover!


ONE...



TWO...



THREE!

Winner via Pinfall: Grimm

The match ends just a split second before Kyle Shane dives over to break up the pinfall.

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Grimm here tonight and another big show for Pure Class Wrestling!

Ace Anderson: Thank you for watching and, as always, visit PureClassWrestling.com for the latest updates!

Jerry Andrews: Good night everyone!

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