Trauma 219 Results

[Rick Majors]

Thursday September 28, 2017

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, shockwaves are still ringing through the company after how the last episode of Trauma ended, and we're already here for another one! Of course, I’m Jerry Andrews and, as usual, I’m joined by Ace Anderson.

Ace Anderson: Thank you Jerry, and yes, Trauma 218 was exlosive, but from the looks of tonight's card, Trauma 219 could be even more incredible!

Jerry Andrews: Of course, what we're talking about from last show is that Kyle Shane cashed in his Icemann Invitational Tournament title shot in shocking fashion against Gabriel and now Shane is the North American Champion!

Ace Anderson: I never expected it in a million years but what a move by Shane!

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of Kyle Shane and Gabriel, they're on opposite teams in tonight's main event, but their partners aren't exactly friendly faces!

Ace Anderson: That's right! Shane is teaming up with Grimm while Gabriel is going to have to try to co-exist with his opponent from last week: Whitey Ford!

Jerry Andrews: How on earth is that going to work!? Remember, Gabriel viciously struck Ford with a steel chair in their match last week, giving Whitey the win by disqualification and a hell of a headache as well!

Ace Anderson: I'm looking forward to that one, but what I'm also looking forward to is week two of the Underground Championship Round Robin Tournament!

Jerry Andrews: Both of those matches tonight are going to be thrilling! And, speaking of matches, we're going to stop babbling right now and get to our first match! Two of the three competitors are already in the ring!

We head down to the ring where Warden West is already standing side by side with Razor Blade.

Jerry Andrews: This proves to be a hell of a fight. All three of these competitors are trying to establish their mark, whether they're new to the game or trying to get a win after a turbulent past.

Ace Anderson: There in the ring you see Warden West, who gave our new North American Champion Kyle the referee a competitive battle last week, and the ever exuberant and egotistical Razor Blade.

Introducing next, their final opponent... making her Pure Class Wrestling return to the ring... ARICA "TROUBLE" LEWITT!!

As "I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes. Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring. She climbs a turnbuckle to either wait for her opponent or to anger the crowd more.

Jerry Andrews: Well, here is a young woman whose middle name, literally, is trouble.

Ace Anderson: Aren't all women's? Haaaa, high five me on that one.

Jerry Andrews: I will not. Put your hand down, Anderson.

Triple Threat Match
Warden West vs Razor Blade vs Arica “Trouble” Lewitt
Referee: Nigel Gale

Razor Blade looks for Warden to Lewitt, and after a few words of warning to her, as Warden is trying to creep up towards him, Razor Blade begins laying into Warden with right hands. Warden staggers forwards, and Lewitt begins giving him a few rights as well. For a moment, both Razor Blade and Lewitt are clubbing away at him, then he fights back with rights and elbow shots, and is almost able to fight both men off, but then they both give him a double knee lift to the midsection, doubling him over. Razor Blade and Lewitt lift Warden up, and begin clubbing him over the back repeatedly. Warden fights back by flinging a few elbows at their midsections, but Razor Blade whips him into the corner with force. Lewitt and Razor Blade begin laying the boots to Warden, booting him down to a sitting position.

Jerry Andrews: What an unlikely display of unity from these two.

Ace Anderson: They're united in their disdain for Warden, and I mean, he kind of brings it on himself, come out here with his LARP mage robes and elves and whatnot. NERD.

Jerry Andrews: You know that the venn diagram of people that LARP and people that watch this show overlaps quite a bit, don't you.

Ace Anderson: .... NERRRRDS.

Razor Blade and Lewitt lift Warden up and punish him with a double vertical suplex. Razor Blade drops an elbow across West's chest, then backs up as Lewitt comes in and gives him a leg drop across the throat. Warden rolls around on the mat in pain. Razor Blade lifts Warden up, applying a modified abdominal stretch so Lewitt has a clear shot at him, and Lewitt lays into Warden's stomach with a few stiff martial arts kicks. Finally, Lewitt punishes Warden with a knee lift to the side of the head, and Warden flops to the mat. Lewitt goes for the pin, but Razor Blade immediately pulls her off. Razor Blade lifts Lewitt up and throws her into the corner. He turns back to Warden, but Lewitt hops on his back and starts trying to apply a sleeper hold. Razor Blade flings her over his shoulder. Lewitt gets up, and Razor Blade takes her down with a back body drop, elevating her high into the air.

Ace Anderson: Wow, she's in trouble already. Who knew that the nickname worked on so many descriptive narrative levels?

Warden gets to his feet and spots Lewitt. He begins to furiously boot her down. He starts to get down and choke her. Razor Blade and Warden have a momentary staredown. Warden holds his hand out. Razor Blade looks at it for a second, teases shaking his hand, then slaps it away. Warden, pissed off, snarls at Razor Blade, and slaps him in the face. Razor Blade tackles him down to the ground and begins mounting him with punches. Warden starts to cover up from the onslaught, but finally he is able to throw Razor Blade off. Razor Blade gets to his feet immediately, and begins clubbing Warden over the back.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like the alliance is over before it begun!

Razor Blade and Warden are trading blows back and forth. Razor Blade staggers Warden back with a headbutt as Lewitt waits behind Razor Blade, giving Warden a few clubs to the back. Razor Blade turns around and Lewitt goes for a running front dropkick. Razor Blade moves, and Lewitt flies into Warden, booting him in the face. Warden rolls out of the ring. Lewitt gets to her feet and turns as Razor Blade goes for a clothesline, but Lewitt ducks and again locks onto his back with a sleeper hold. Razor Blade flails his arms around, as Lewitt tightens the hold, and the referee asks if he gives up, but Razor Blade shakes his head no. His face is starting to turn red. He immediately runs backwards and drives Lewitt back first into the turnbuckles with force. He squashes Lewitt into the corner again and again, and finally Lewitt releases the hold enough for Razor Blade to shift her around, grip her by the side and walk her out into the center of the ring for a sidewalk slam. He covers, and the referee drops down for the count.

The ref: One... (Warden breaks it up.)

Warden lifts Razor Blade up and begins hitting knee lifts to the face. He plants Razor Blade with a vertical suplex. He goes to lift Razor Blade up again but Razor Blade gives him a European that makes him stumble back. Razor Blade gets to his feet and nearly takes Warden's head off with a big boot. Razor Blade turns to Lewitt, giving her a few clubbing blows to the back, and then he drops her with a back suplex. Warden gets to his feet, and then Razor Blade grips his arm and whips him with force into the corner, following it up by charging in and hitting a nasty looking corner spear. Warden is doubled over nearly in half, his eyes open wide in pain, and Razor Blade pulls him out and hits a short DDT. Razor Blade lifts Warden up and hits a shoulder backbreaker, then drops into the cover.

The ref: One...



Two... Kickout.

Razor Blade lifts Warden up, when suddenly Warden rakes his eyes. Razor Blade turns away, scrubbing at his eyes, and Warden takes a moment to stumble away. He finds Lewitt, and he lifts her up. He applies a headlock on her, then he drops her with a running bulldog. He starts to go for a cover, but Razor Blade dives at him to break it up. Warden has it spotted and moves, letting Razor Blade sandwich Lewitt. Razor Blade gets up to his knees, and Warden punts him in the side of the head. Razor Blade flops back to the mat. Warden lets out a mighty ranger battle cry. Warden then walks over to Lewitt. He punishes her with a backbreaker over his knee. Then, he grips her arm and twists it back with a Fujiwara armbar. Lewitt screams in pain. Warden yanks back on the arm.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like the DM rolled a critical hit on that one by the way Lewitt is contorting in pain.

Ace Anderson: Oh, will you enough with the jargon, we get it, he's a Skyrim mod.

Jerry Andrews: In a world with Hangtown Horrors, pirates, and Gods of Game how is a fantastical hero any harder for you to swallow?

Ace Anderson: Cuz' shut up, that's why.

Lewitt begins fighting back by flinging elbows into Warden's temple, repeatedly, until he finally loosens the hold. Warden clubs her over the back of the head. He whips Lewitt to the ropes. She catches herself on the ropes as she approaches and stops herself. Warden comes running at her. Lewitt drops down at the last second, pulling down the top rope, and sending the charging Warden flying over the top rope to the outside. Lewitt waits for a moment, then as he pulls himself up she uses the ropes to slingshot herself over for a suicide dive, taking him down. The crowd pops. Lewitt is pulling herself to her feet. She goes to lift Warden up, but then Warden grabs her by the hair and yanks her down with force onto the concrete floor on the back of her head. He snarls in anger down at her. He begins peeling back a section of the mat, exposing the concrete. He looks down at Lewitt, telling her it's all over, as he lifts her up and hooks her in position for a vertical suplex. He lifts her up in the air for the suplex, about to drop her onto the concrete, but Razor Blade comes out of nowhere and spears Warden, causing both Warden and Lewitt to crash into the concrete with force.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! That looked like a three-car pileup!

Razor Blade lifts Lewitt up over his head and drops her face first across the apron. Lewitt falls back, holding her face. Razor Blade lifts Warden up and whips him with force into the steel steps. Warden hits shoulder first with a loud crash. He moans in agony. Warden starts to get to his feet, holding his shoulder, and Razor Blade walks over and bounces his head off the apron. Warden stumbles, but Razor Blade does it again, and again, and again, as the crowd begins to count along. When he gets to the count of eight, and a dizzy Warden can barely stand on his own feet, Razor Blade rolls him in the ring. Razor Blade gets to his feet and grips Warden in a waistlock, and gives him a series of six German suplexes, ending the last one with a release German suplex that sends Warden flying across the ring and dropped on the back of his neck. Razor Blade rolls over and covers him.

Jerry Andrews: The Razor Empire is in full effect here tonight, this is a man who has competed against numerous World champions here and looked like a dangerous threat.

Ace Anderson: The Razor Empire, you said?

The referee: One ...



Two... Kickout.

Razor Blade goes to lift Warden up, but Lewitt gives him a low dropkick to the face. Razor Blade falls back. Lewitt hits a running senton splash across the chest of Razor Blade to follow it up. Warden is starting to get to his feet, and Lewitt takes him down with a leg drop bulldog. Warden rolls out of the ring, making his way over to the ringpost to regain his composure. At that second, Lewitt gets a running start and, gripping the ropes as handles, she swings herself out between the top and second rope to perform a tiger feint kick into Warden, sandwiching his head into the steel ringpost with force. The crowd gives an "Ooooh!" at the impact. Warden limply falls to the ground outside the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Did you see how hard Warden took that hit! I have a feeling he'll be out for a while.

Ace Anderson: You know, Miss Trouble here has really stepped up her game tonight. She's trying to make an impression.

Jerry Andrews: Well, Lewitt apparently had a prior stint in Pure Class Wrestling that ended, by her own admission, with some controversy. Do you remember her from your era?

Ace Anderson: Hmmm... nah, doesn't ring a bell, you would think I would have paid more attention with someone looking like that around...

Lewitt climbs back onto the apron and she lets out a yell to the crowd, informing them that this is her ring. Razor Blade is starting to gets to his feet and he comes over. He clubs Lewitt and attempts to suplex her back into the ring. Lewitt tries to fight him off, but Razor Blade overpowers her, clubbing her over the back and slamming her into the ring with a vertical suplex. Razor Blade lifts Lewitt up, and punishes her with an inverted DDT. He starts to go for a cover, but thinks better of it. He lifts Lewitt up, running a thumb across his throat, and calling for a discus lariat. Lewitt is able to duck under it, and then she hits Razor Blade with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over, then she runs off the ropes and hits a running variation of a jumping cutter.

Jerry Andrews: Troublicious!!

Ace Anderson: If that's anything like Fergalicious she might have a surprisingly memorable chart topper on her hands.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, wh- Never mind. The cover!

The referee: One...



Two... Kickout.

Razor Blade throws Lewitt off him with force. Lewitt gets to her feet, giving a rising Razor Blade a few kicks, but on her last attempt he catches her foot. He gets to his feet, holding her leg, and then spins her around, and when she fully turns he knocks her back down with a clothesline. Razor Blade lifts Lewitt up and whips her into the corner. Lewitt at the last second is able to spring up to the top turnbuckle, set herself, and she attempts to fly off with a moonsault. Razor Blade gets up, catching her across his shoulder in midflight, and then he turns and plants her with a running powerslam. Lewitt arches her back in pain. Razor Blade drops down for a cover.

The referee: One....



Two... Kickout.

Razor Blade peels Lewitt up. He puts her head between his legs, motioning that it's over. Razor Blade lifts her up, going for a powerbomb, but Lewitt begins pounding on his head, making Razor Blade stagger over towards the ropes with Lewitt on his shoulders. When they get to the ropes, Lewitt performs a sort of hurricanrana, pulling Razor Blade down throat first across the top rope. Razor Blade staggers away, holding his throat, and then he drops to his knees. Lewitt springs off the ropes and takes him down with a tornado DDT. Razor Blade is staring straight up at the lights. Lewitt covers...

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO... Kickout.

Lewitt motions for Razor Blade to get up as she walks over to the ropes. She raises her arms to the crowd, getting them behind her. Razor Blade is shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Lewitt sets herself on the top rope, and attempts to take a prone Razor Blade down with a Diving DDT (setup for the Double Trouble) from the top rope, but at the last second Razor Blade moves out of the way. Lewitt goes crashing and burning down to the mat. She rolls around, holding her backside.

Ace Anderson: Looks like she had a little "trouble" landing that one. Haaaa, see it was -

Jerry Andrews: E-NOUGH!!

Razor Blade gets to his feet. Lewitt is starting to pull herself up, holding her back in pain. When she turns around, Razor Blade boots her in the gut and drops her with an electric chair into an inverted One Winged Angel. Razor Blade drops into the cover.

Jerry Andrews: There's the Dulled Blade!!

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade might be looking for his biggest victory to date?!

The referee counts the pin.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO... (Warden breaks it up by booting Razor in the back of the head.)

Ace Anderson: I wondered where he got to.

Warden grips Lewitt's arms, and stretches them back, as he puts a boot on the back of her head. Then, he violently stomps down, curbstomping her face to the mat. Lewitt is laid out. Warden grins, and goes for a cover. Razor Blade runs in, holding the back of his head, and then Warden lets him dogpile onto Lewitt instead of following through with the cover. Razor Blade gets to his feet, and Warden knees him in the gut. He lifts him up and hits a Death valley driver. Then, Warden walks over to the turnbuckle, talking trash about being the strongest warrior on the battlefield. He climbs to the top rope. He sets himself, and Razor Blade and Lewitt both get to their feet. Warden flies off the top rope with a crossbody, performing a frog splash motion with his hands as he does so. At the last second, both Lewitt and Razor Blade get out of the way, leaving Warden to go sailing to the mat, crashing and burning.

Jerry Andrews: Rolled a 1 on that one!!

Warden West gets to his feet, holding his chest, and he turns right into a superkick from Arica Lewitt that leaves a memorable snapshot of spit flying from his mouth as her boot impacts his jaw. He totters, but perhaps his magic has worked in his favor as he doesn't fall, just wobbles around in a full circle before being put in the sights of Razor Blade, who comes from the other side with a rotation and a brutalizing discus lariat.

Jerry Andrews: Back to back, Warden West received Super Trouble and the Razor's Edge.

Ace Anderson: You need a potion, Frodo! Go seek the wizard!

Razor Blade attempts to go for the pin himself, but Lewitt shoots in, grabbing him by the hair and dumping him by the back of his pants out between the middle and bottom rope. Razor Blade rolls to a thumping stop, and looks up with a shocked expression as Trouble pins Warden.

Jerry Andrews: Trouble living up to her mischievous nickname, she just threw Razor Blade out!

Ace Anderson: Maybe her other descriptive nickname could be "Brilliant!"

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THREE!! (As Razor Blade scrambles back in just a moment too late.)

Ding Ding Ding

"Trouble" by Taylor Swift begins playing and Arica Lewitt shoots to her feet with an elated expression.

"HERE IS YOUR WINNER... ARICA "TROUBLE" LEWITT!!"

Razor Blade is leaning against the apron, gritting his teeth with outrage as Lewitt has her hand raised. Lewitt reacts with laughing surprise and savor. She cuts a sly look over at Razor Blade to let him know her nickname is her stock in trade and blows him a kiss, and Razor Blade rushes into the ring just as she skimps on out of there, backing up the ramp and holding her arms up. Razor Blade screams some choice words at her in frustration.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like one party is very unhappy about the decision.

Ace Anderson: Oh, come on, he had the match won, he could have had it if he had had eyes in the back of his head.

Jerry Andrews: I will say that Razor Blade put a lot of work into making this match his big redemption story, and to have it stolen from him by Trouble has obviously left a bad taste in his mouth.

Razor Blade looks down in sullen rage for a few moments as Trouble's music continues to play... then he snaps and grabs Warden West from his spot in the ring and throws him outside between the ropes! The crowd gasps in shock. Razor Blade stalks out after Warden West, who is on his knees, trying to recuperate. Razor Blade floors him with a violent kick to the temple. Then, Razor Blade lifts Warden West back up to his feet, grabbing him by the back of his head, and he throws him across the aisle to collide shoulder and hip first with the steel steps, dislodging them a bit.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Razor Blade has decided to take his frustration out on Warden West!!

The referee is begging Razor Blade to stop, but Razor Blade isn't finished. He grabs Warden West by the hair and aggressively slings him across the aisle so hard that he splats against the security guardrail. Warden West falls onto his head and neck upside down. Razor Blade isn't done yet, and he pushes a few referees out of his way, stalking over to Warden West. He lifts the smaller man up onto his shoulders in a running powerslam position, and despite several warnings, the few refs have decided to keep their distance from the mayhem. Razor Blade runs Warden West forwards and drives his face right into the steel ring post. Warden West drops off, with a glazed look in his eye and spots of blood that indicate a laceration on his head. He blinks, looking like he is miles away. Razor Blade screams at his fallen corpus and flexes his muscles. Now the referees step between Razor Blade and the body of Warden West, trying to deter Razor Blade from doing any more damage.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade has just plain snapped. He's gone insane!

Ace Anderson: We need security down here to stop him before he gets any more funny ideas in his head!

A few referees and security team have gotten between Razor Blade and gently directed him in a circuit around the body of Warden West. Razor Blade looks down at him with a remorseless and cold expression before exiting up the ramp to the jeers of the crowd, followed by security to make sure he doesn't try anything else, as the camera goes to commercial.

As Trauma returns, the audience is greeted with a closeup of the glittering gold faceplate of the Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship belt. It's arranged over the shoulder of the champion, Kyle Shane, who has a cocky smirk on his face as the camera pulls out. Kyle's sitting in his locker room, wearing his ring gear with a black hoodie over it. And he's here to just address the camera and the Pure Class roster at large, briefly, as his celebration for hitting his next milestone. He raises his eyebrows in that smarmy, love-to-hate kind of way he's got, and he taps the faceplate with a taunting finger.

Kyle Shane: Achievement unlocked; North American champ.

Kyle pulls the title off his shoulder and holds it in one hand, turning it so that it's facing out to the camera just the way he is as he talks.

Kyle Shane: From the first day I set foot in this company I told you that I was going to succeed, and I told you that I wasn't like anything that your top guys have been comfortable with. I don't fit the mold, I don't conform to expectation of what your stars and your legends have wanted, and I'm fine with that. Because none of you yet have realized the true meaning and the true impact of who I am and what Kyle Shane represents. I am in the purest sense of the word, human potential achievement. I am unwavering dedication to raising the bar, to moving up and gaining experience, and I am in every sense of the word obsessed with achieving the next level.

He turns the title to face himself for a moment.

Kyle Shane: Last week I shocked the world when I cashed in my TIIT title shot, in the aftermath of a match between Gabriel and Whitey Ford. Everyone, Whitey included, thought I was coming for him and the World Championship. But I laid it down and put Ricky Minors down with a Pieces of Eden and claimed the title I'd wanted all along, because I AM a Future World Champion. But that isn't all I am. I'm not getting stuck with a star of tomorrow tag and not capitalizing on now. I'm not establishing a legacy in this company in some long from now, future end point. I am making statements and turning heads NOW. I shocked the world NOW. And now I'm building my brand to the point where I'm just as valuable as the World champion.

He looks back up into the camera, unwavering with conviction.

Kyle Shane: Both men have had a lot to say about me. Gabriel says I'm the type of man people talk about for all the wrong reasons, who takes shortcuts to his successes instead of working hard and praising his Lord. Whitey was shocked that I didn't cash in and failed to see it for what it was, equating it to some kind of fear of facing him. And even Grimm, last week, said that I was someone he had his eye on, and refused to take lightly. As well he shouldn't.

Kyle flips the title over, putting the strap over his shoulder again.

Kyle Shane: Well, I know this. At Deadly Intentions, I'm going to show them all why I am the epitome of game changing, the rising bar of achievement. I am going to show them why in the short time I've been here I've blown past all the peers who came in around when I did like Olivia Xavier and Alyce Starchylde and everyone else currently on the roster. It doesn't matter if I have to give Gabriel a rematch for his title. It doesn't matter if it's High Tide, Arica Lewitt, Dominator... whoever steps up to me at Deadly Intentions is going to see why I am now and forever the God of Game and YOUR North American Champion. And that's my word. So I'll see those three out there tonight in the tag match... and come Deadly Intentions, we'll see who wants to be the first in line for another moment in history.

Kyle smirks, and he stands up, exiting the shot, as the camera switches back to ringside.

"The following is an Underground Rules match scheduled for one fall, and it is part of the Underground Round Robin Tournament. Introducing first, she weighs in at 200 lbs... 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 faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil trio

They look around at the 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: It was a rough first week for Alexa Black as both she and Crazy Boy went to a double count-out, and thus neither one gained a point, putting her behind. If she can rebound from this with a big win tonight, she will be back in the hunt for the Underground Championship.

Ace Anderson: The psychotic sociopath, as she calls herself, would love nothing more than to be Queen of the Underground once again. It was tailor made to be hers.

"And her opponent, weighing in at 365 lbs... DOMINATOR!!"

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 rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. 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. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.

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. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. 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.

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
Dominator vs Alexa Black
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is in an early advantage as the leader of the pack, the first one last week to gain one point while the rest of the field has none. If he can press his advantage tonight he will have a solid lead going forward into the last stretch of the Round Robin Tournament.

Ace Anderson: You know Alexa Black isn't going to lay down and make it easier for him.

As the bell sounds both Dominator and Alexa begin rushing each other, colliding in the middle like two bulls. There's no time for games or subtlety. The two simply go head against head and are throwing rights at each other simultaneously. Dominator, getting the better of the initial rush of bombs, whips Alexa Black into the corner, coming in for a corner clothesline, making Black slump limply in the corner. Dominator backs up, and charges back in with a face wash, nearly punting Alexa's jaw off. Black groans, holding her jaw in a lot of pain, and she drops down to a sitting position as Dominator paces out to the middle of the ring one more time, and charges in to connect with a corner knee strike to the face of the seated Black. Dominator, wasting no time, walks out to the outside and begins throwing everything he can find from underneath the ring. Steel chairs, pipes, chains, a metal trash can that he flings into the ring with a clunk.

Jerry Andrews: I think Dominator knows he has to pump the throttle on this to stay in the lead, he's breaking out heavy weapons.

He starts by picking up the steel trashcan, and he holds it up to the crowd. He walks over and lays it in front of Black's head, back up and proceed to deliver a second corner knee strike, only this time pushing the trashcan into Alexa Black's head, smashing the trashcan.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, the impact of that was like a train wreck!

Ace Anderson: Dominator, who usually proclaims himself the Suzerain of Time, is fighting like a man who knows his time is limited.

Dominator starts to pin Black, but thinks better of it. He lifts Black up, hooks him in gutwrench position then gives him a gutwrench into a shoulder backbreaker. Dominator lifts Black up and starts to go for a German suplex, but Black reaches out and grabs onto the top rope, blocking Dominator from performing the suplex. Dominator keeps trying, yanking on Black to take her down with a German suplex, but Black hangs on to the top rope. Finally, Black throws an elbow back and connects with the side of Dominator's head, and she begins repeatedly elbowing Dominator until he loosens the hold. Then Black grips Dominator's head and she yanks down on his hair as he gets onto the apron, pulling Dominator throat first across the top rope. Dominator falls back to the mat, holding his throat, and he rolls around convulsing for a second. Black climbs back in the ring, lifts him up and plants him with an inverted rolling cutter. Black goes for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: Can Alexa get back in the hunt with an early pinfall?!

The referee: One...





Two... Kickout.

Black climbs to the outside and she roots around under the apron herself, looking for a weapon, before finding something she could use, a section of glass window. She climbs into the ring, and teases using it to smack Dominator with, before she turns and walks over to turnbuckle. She wedges the window pane in longways between the middle and top rope. She walks over to Dominator and lifts him up, and grips his arm. She goes to whip Dominator into the corner with the pane of glass, but Dominator reverses, sending Alexa into the corner. Black stops herself by gripping the ropes before she hits the turnbuckle. Dominator comes charging at Black from behind, and Black spots him out of the corner of her eye, and she quickly turns and boots the incoming Dominator in the stomach, making Dominator halt his momentum and drop to his knees. Black then grips Dominator by the hair and the back of his pants and walks him out a few steps, then he runs Dominator forward, sending him flying forward with force. Dominator goes sailing through the middle and top rope, smashing face first through the window pane and shattering the glass. Dominator's shoulder connects with the steel ringpost as well, and Dominator dangles between the second and top rope for a second, holding his shoulder in pain. Blood is starting to leak from his forehead where he connects with the glass.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator might as well have been mangled in a car wreck, with how he's looking after meeting that glass and steel!

Ace Anderson: Seems like he's a broken clock right now.

Black pulls Dominator out of the ropes, throwing the wooden frame of the window pane out of the way, as she lays a few boots to Dominator's injured arm and shoulder. She locks in a cross armbreaker on Dominator, hauling back on the injured arm. Dominator shouts in pain.

Jerry Andrews: This is where a submission specialist like Alexa Black is the most dangerous. She has an injured body part of Dominator to wear down and pick apart.

Dominator struggles to get to his feet with Black hanging onto his arm. He is able to make his way up to one knee, and then to his feet, as Black dangles there, keeping the submission locked in. Dominator tries to lift Black up, but Black keeps his weight shifted to keep trying to pull Dominator back to the mat. In a display of strength Dominator lifts Black up, while Black is still holding onto the submission, and slams Black down with a powerbomb. Black tries to hold on to the submission, but Dominator lifts her back up and powerbombs her down to the mat again. Black releases the hold. Both competitors are laid out for a moment as Carl McNamara checks on them. Dominator holds his injured shoulder in pain. Black is trying to shake the cobwebs out. Finally, Dominator gets to his feet. He lifts Black up, and gives the Black Widow a club to the back. He lifts Black up and gives him a swinging neckbreaker, then he picks up a kendo stick he had laid on the apron. He smacks it across Black's back viciously, again and again, until it starts to splinter. Black drops to her knees. Dominator uses the kendo stick between Black's legs to lift Black up and plant her with a harsh back suplex. He starts to go for a cover, but then thinks better of it. Dominator rolls to the outside. He pulls out a table. He looks at it for a moment, then he sets it to one side of the ring. He roots around under the apron again, and this time he pulls out a large wooden board that is covered in barbed wire. The crowd pops.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Dominator seems to want to up the ante in this match!

Ace Anderson: This match has become a mad, destructive sprint of violence.

Dominator slides the board into the ring, and he climbs in as well. He positions the board so that it is in front of the turnbuckle. Then Dominator walks over to Black. He lifts Black up. He goes to throw Black onto the board, but Black elbows him off. She takes Dominator down with a clothesline. Dominator gets up, only to be taken down by another clothesline. Black makes a few motions to get the crowd fired up as she shouts. The Black Widow paces around, yelling for Dominator to get his ass up, and then she charges at Dominator for a boot to the face as Dominator gets to his feet, but Dominator catches her and gives her an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending him crashing back first into the barbed wire wrapped board. The crowd gives an "Oooooh!" at this spot. Black screams in agony. She is stuck onto the board, the barbs digging into her skin as she gets tangled in the loops of barbed wire. Black yells and thrashes, trying to remove himself. Alexa is visibly shaking and wincing as she gingerly tries to pull barbs out of her skin and her back is badly bleeding from being stuck onto the board. After a moment, Dominator lifts Black up, peeling her off the barbed wire. Black is groaning in pain and holding her back. Dominator throws Black down and pins her.

Jerry Andrews: Black's back looks like raw hamburger that just went through a grinder.

Ace Anderson: You have ruined Mickey Dee's for me, conclusively.

The referee: One...





Two... Kickout.

Ace Anderson: I think that was a spasm, more than anything.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd is regarding this with a gruesome kind of shock, these two have taken the Underground rules to a new level tonight.

Black rolls out of the ring, holding her bleeding back as her contingent of management plead with her to stop. Dominator climbs out of the ring, and he begins slapping Black over the back of the head, yelling for her to get up. Dominator paces over to the steel steps which he had dislodged earlier, and he lifts up a section of steps. He looks at Black, who is on all fours and trying to get to her feet. Black is trying to pull herself up, and as she does Dominator comes charging at him with the steel steps. Suddenly, as Dominator gets close, Black drops down into a drop toehold. The steps hit the floor with a loud clang, and Dominator falls face first onto the steel steps, coming up with a short jerk. Dominator is laid out across the steps for a moment. Black lifts Dominator up, clubbing him over the back, and she grips him by the hair and the back of his pants and walks him over to the announce table and throws him into the side of it. Dominator hits back first, and arches his back in pain. Black shoos Jerry and Ace Anderson out of the way.

Ace Anderson: Back up, man, you're too close!

Black takes a laptop computer that was sitting on the desk in front of Jerry and he grips it by the keyboard, and as Dominator gets to his feet Black swings it, smacking Dominator over the head with the screen and nearly taking his head off. The glass is shattered, and there's a large bloody smear on the screen. Dominator flops back onto the concrete, and the blood is starting to flow more freely from his wounded forehead. Jerry looks at his now ruined laptop in astonishment.

Ace Anderson: Dude, now it's going to take forever to get your upgrade from Microsoft now.

Black pulls a now badly bleeding Dominator over to the table, and she yanks one of the monitors out of the desk. The Black Widow rips out the cords from the screen and wraps them around Dominator's throat, and pulls back with all of her might, shouting choice words at Dominator as she chokes him out. Dominator flails his arms. Black continues to choke Dominator out with the cables. After a moment, Black releases Dominator. Dominator slumps into the aisle and begins gasping, trying to catch his breath. Black gets to her feet. She walks over and unfolds the table from earlier and sets it up in the middle of the aisle. She spots Dominator, and he begins peppering him with right hands. Dominator blocks, and fires back with a right hand of his own. The two combatants begin exchanging right hands back and forth, but Black breaks it up by jamming her thumbs into Dominator's eyes. Dominator stumbles away, towards the table, scrubbing at his eyes. Black backs up, then comes charging towards Dominator. Suddenly, Dominator scouts it and he takes Black down with a back body drop, sending her high into the air and tossing her onto the unfolded table. The table does not break. Dominator looks around, then he climbs up onto the apron.

Jerry Andrews: What does Dominator have in mind here?

Dominator walks over to a turnbuckle, and he begins to climb up. Black is laid out on the table, trying to regain his composure. Dominator sets himself on the top turnbuckle then comes off, from the top rope all the way down to the aisle, putting them both through the table with a gigantic splash. The crowd erupts into a "That was awesome!" chant, and as Dominator and Alexa Black are both laid out in the ruins of the table, a "Dominator" chant begins from the crowd. Dominator takes a moment to recover, then he pushes some of the wrecked table off Black. He drapes an arm over Black's chest for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator can barely move after that insane maneuver!

Ace Anderson: He got a pin, that's all that matters!

The referee: ONE...





TWO...





THRE... Kickout.

Both combatants are down for a moment, as the crowd is chanting "This is awesome!" Black starts to stir among the wreckage of the table. Dominator starts climbing to his feet. He walks over to Alexa Black, and goes to lift her legs, but Alexa Black suddenly wraps her legs around Dominator with a triangle choke. Dominator flails his arm, as Black tightens the hold. Dominator sinks down to the aisle, as Black starts choking him out. The ref asks Dominator if he gives up, but Dominator refuses. Dominator starts pushing himself up as Black holds on to the trinagle choke, and he begins punching with his free arm. Finally, Black releases the hold a little. Dominator stumbles away, trying to catch his breath. Dominator crawls to all fours as he instinctively starts to crawl towards the entrance ramp.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think either competitor even knows where they're at right now!

Dominator crawls towards the ramp, and as he gets to the ramp he starts to get to his feet, but Black comes in for a right hand, making Dominator stagger farther up the ramp, and then Dominator falls to his knees. Black hooks Dominator's arms, looks around the crowd, and he lifts Dominator up and drops him with a double arm suplex onto the ramp. Dominator arches his back in pain, as Black runs a thumb across her throat. Black lifts Dominator up and plants him with a piledriver right onto the middle of the ramp, which makes a sound of a watermelon being pulped into a grate.

Ace Anderson: Jesus Christ, the big man folded up in half after that!

Jerry Andrews: This match has to finish inside the ring, but at the moment neither competitor seems to care.

Black stares down at Dominator with a pissed off expression, as she begins releasing a flurry of right hands to the face of Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: It's clear the frustration is setting in on Black.

Ace Anderson: What more does either one have to do in this match?

Black stands up, and he looks at Dominator, and then to the ring. She looks down at Dominator with a half-snarl, half-smile, and he walks down the ramp and goes under the apron, pulling out a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, and the crowd pops. Black walks back up the ramp to Dominator, and she lifts Dominator up in a rear chinlock, and starts attempting to grate the barbed wire over Dominator's head. Dominator holds his arms out to keep the bat from reaching his forehead. Both competitors struggle for a second, and then Dominator begins elbowing Black off. Dominator fights his way up to his feet. He gives Black a knee to the gut, then a flurry of right hands, backing her up the ramp. Dominator picks up the barbed wire bat and, as Black comes forward again, Dominator rams it into Black's head. Black flings back onto the ramp and rolls away, holding her now bleeding forehead. Black yells and shouts in pain, and she crawls further up the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: These two hardcore combatants have taken each other to the limit, and used everything but the kitchen sink!

Ace Anderson: I'm pretty sure if there was one under there, somebody would've use that at some point.

Dominator follows after Black. He grips him, lifting him up, and walks him up the ramp by the back of the head. Dominator goes to bounce Black's head off the screen at the bottom of the Tron with the Pure Class logo. Black blocks, elbows Dominator off, and bounces his head off the screen. Dominator stumbles away, and when he turns back, Black turns him up onto her shoulder, trying to bring him down into position for a tombstone piledriver, but the heavier and bulkier Dominator proves nigh impossible to lift that way. Dominator elbows Black in the side of the way repeatedly until he makes his way free, slips around Black and in one swift move grips her around the throat for a chokeslam. Alexa connects on the stage with a whip cracking metal sound. Dominator stumbles back, using the stage setting to steady himself. Then, he walks over and tries to lift Alexa up from the side for the lifting reverse STO that has destroyed his competition of late. But before he can take Black down with the move, Black pulls his head loose and spins out of it, and she pushes Dominator forward so that Dominator stumbles over to the edge of the stage. Dominator stops himself before he goes over the edge. He balances himself. At the last second he senses Black coming up from behind him, and he sidesteps. Black nearly goes flying over the edge herself but, she stops and teeters on the edge of the stage. Black then turns around, right into a big boot from Dominator. Dominator says that it's over, and he looks down at the stage. There is a lot of electrical equipment laying at the foot of the stage in a small equipment area. A thought seems to occur to Dominator, and a smile spreads over his face. He lifts Black up, and positions her between his legs in powerbomb position. Dominator lifts Black up, and the two of them go OFF THE SIDE OF THE STAGE!!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god!!

Dominator and Alexa Black plummet a harsh and short drop and a loud crash can be heard. After a second of sparks completely obscuring both Black and Dominator, the lights go out in the arena as the power is cut. The camera jostles to hurry in and get a shot. There is a large spot light that has been caved in, and Alexa Black's body has been smashed INTO the spotlight. Dominator is laid out right next to her, having also taken a harsh bump from powerbombing her off the stage. The crowd starts buzzing in anticipation. Finally, the lights come back on. Black and Dominator are still laid out among the equipment, which is still smoking. Neither competitor moves at first...

Jerry Andrews: This is incredible! Dominator powerbombed Alexa off the stage through that spotlight, and they both may have been electrocuted! Both of them are down!

Ace Anderson: This is a very troubling scene, we have to get EMT's down here, both Alexa and Dominator may have sustained some bad burns...

Jerry Andrews: We're trying to get updates, but the power had to be cut due to that apparent short circuit.

As EMT's are rolling stretchers down, amazingly, a singed but whole Dominator pushes his way to his feet. He shoves off medical attention, telling them to leave him alone, and he staggers a short distance away. However, Alexa Black has not moved, and Dominator, blindly stumbles back to the ring. The referee has no idea what to make of this as Alexa Black is extracted from the blown spotlight.

Jerry Andrews: This looks bad, Ace... Alexa seems to be seriously hurt...

Ace Anderson: Hey, Dominator looks worked over, too... but more incredibly... Dominator is STILL STANDING.

The referee confers with the timekeeper for a few moments, and then he waves that the match is being ended due to Alexa not being fit to compete.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to referee stoppage due to injury to Alexa Black, the referee has called this match in favor of DOMINATOR!!"

Horatio Mortimer comes around with a worried expression to attend to his client, who is still panting and grimacing in pain and holding a few burned spots on his arms and torso. But the injured Alexa Black is being attended to by EMT's, so it's really a harsh victory.

Jerry Andrews: Well the match had to be stopped due to Alexa's injury. You have to worry now what this means for her in the Round Robin Tournament, or even if she's going to be fit to compete any time soon.

Ace Anderson: What I see this means for the tournament is, Dominator, this man, burned but still triumphant is that much closer to controlling his own destiny.

Jerry Andrews: It's true, winning one more match will guarantee him the Underground title. But after the wounds he sustained tonight, will he too, be in a condition to capitalize at the pay-per-view?

Ace Anderson: Time will have to tell, Jerry... we'll be right back.

As Trauma returns, the crowd in the arena cheers as the face of Loki, Pure Class Wrestling President is seen. He's standing backstage in the arena and ready to speak.

Loki: I hope you're all enjoying the show.

The crowd cheers again.

Loki: I'm going to make this quick so you can get back to watching some incredible wrestling. But, as you know, coming up in a couple of weeks is our yearly Deadly Intentions pay-per-view event. We'll announce the full card for that show after Trauma ends on PureClassWrestling.com, but I want to talk about one match in particular right now. That match is The Deadly Rumble.

More cheers.

Loki: As you are well aware, the winner of the Deadly Rumble traditionally earns a world title shot at Collision Course, and that has not changed. The winner of the Deadly Rumble will become the number one contender for the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship. However, that's not all.

Again, the crowd cheers.

Loki: I like to mix things up a bit, so I'm going to add in some extra incentive for everyone entering the Rumble. The runner up in the match will become the number one contender for the North American Championship.

Jerry Andrews: Woah...

Loki: And that isn't all! Those who come in third and fourth will face off against one another on Trauma: All Hallows Eve on October 26th for a chance to become number one contender for the Underground Title!

Ace Anderson: Alright!

Loki: I just figured it was as good of a time as any to mix things up in the title picture here in Pure Class Wrestling. And now, back to the show.

The shot cuts back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: What an announcement from our president!

Ace Anderson: That should get more people to enter the Deadly Rumble! I'm excited!

Jerry Andrews: And I'm also excited for this next match!

"The following contest is an Underground Round Robin match! Introducing first...”

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.

“From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs One-hundred ninety-five pounds, HIGH TIDE!”

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.

“And his opponent.”

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.

“From Biloxi, Mississippi. Weighing Two-hundred twenty-seven pounds, TYRONE “CRAZY BOY” SMITH!”

He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
High Tide vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

DING!
DING!
DING!

Two familiar high-flying foes prepare to do battle once more. These Pure Class Wrestling mainstays waste little time in getting the party started...with a battle of dueling kendo sticks! You can almost imagine the sounds of light sabers as they swing the objects at one another. Who thought this was a good way to begin things is unimportant. What matters is they are ready to do whatever it takes to get some points in the round robin. With each blocked shot, the sound of cracked wood reverberates in the ear drums. High Tide breaks protocol and swings high. It’s ducked. Crazy Boy swings low. It’s jumped over. High Tide brings his crashing down like it were Excalibur, forcing Tyrone to roll out of harms way. He tries a second time and finds himself wishing he hadn’t. Crazy Boy snaps it in half with a powerful stomp and then brings his down along the spine of the pirate master. That stiffens High Tide up for a blistering shot to his midsection, which doubles him over. Crazy Boy uses the kendo stick to assist with a Russian leg sweep.

Jerry Andrews: BOOM!

Crazy Boy returns to his feet and goes to town on High Tide. He wants no more of it and is quick to get himself the hell out of dodge. No doubt he’ll be feeling those stinging lacerations in the morning and especially throughout this match. Crazy Boy jumps to the outside and gives chase. High Tide rolls back in. Crazy Boy is close behind. Tide ducks under a swing and has enough awareness to use the ropes for a springboard. His moonsault connects. The kendo stick rolls out of the ring before Tide is able to retrieve it for his own use. No problem. He drops Crazy Boy with a clothesline. Crazy Boy is picked up and sent into the ropes. A back body drop! Or so it would seem. The Crazy One lands on his feet like a cat, spins around, and hits High Tide with a jumping heel kick. A big boot follow up sends Tide over the top rope and onto the apron. He pulls himself up only to be driven to the floor with a diving spear! Crazy Boy gets a knee and throws in a couple of shots to the head.

Jerry Andrews: With Dominator being victorious earlier, the winner of this match is going to have to win out in order to stay alive in the tournament. Dominator controls his own fate going forward.

Ace Anderson: So you’re saying it’s only a matter of TIME before he wins the Underground title?

Jerry Andrews: Did you even hear a word I said?

Ace Anderson: Yes, but you didn’t hear my prediction. I’m psychic you know.

Over the railing goes High Tide. Crazy Boy hops over and keeps on the offense. He is offered a tray of nachos from an over zealous fan. He chews on a few of the cheese drenched chips before pie facing the rest into High Tide’s face. Cheese beard the pirate frantically wipes the goop off but is drop kicked into the center row of seats, just narrowly missing a scattering of fans. Crazy Boy picks him up sideways and runs him into the steel rail that goes up a flight of stairs. High Tide is deposited on the cement steps. He starts crawling his way up each one in an attempt to get himself a breather. Every so often a hand pats the competitors as the action moves further and further up the arena. Crazy Boy goes to grab High Tide, when he takes him by the waist and pulls him into the rail head first. Crazy Boy flips over to the other side and is quick to cover his forehead. High Tide rolls himself under, picks Crazy Boy up and brings him down with an inverted atomic drop at the top of the staircase.

Ace Anderson: Ouch!

He gives him a second one for good measure and then follows it by dropping him at the point of the rail. Crazy Boy straddles it and makes the mistake of laying forward. High Tide shoves him so that his momentum carries him the length with a crash landing. Tide unceremoniously rips a nearby chair out from under a fan, so that he can grind down the rail with it. When he is close enough he leaps off and double stomps it on to the face of Crazy Boy. High Tide drags him back through the crowd feet first and then uses a catapult to get him back to ringside. High Tide pulls out a motorcycle helmet from under the ring. He puts it on and nails Crazy Boy with a headbutt. Rolling him back into the ring, Tide scales the buckles and comes down with a diving headbutt that lands across the chest. High Tide removes the item and throws it down at ringside. Crazy Boy is picked up and slammed into the corner. High Tide climbs to the middle rope where the old school ten punches are delivered. Each one is being counted by the faithful. Tide seems annoyed by the participation, so as he nears the end, he sends Crazy Boy over with a hurricanrana. The first pin attempt follows.

1!

2!

Crazy Boy kicks out right at the count. High Tide rolls out of the ring and goes shopping a second time. Yo ho ho, he pulls out a bottle of rum! There is a twinkle in his eye as he seriously contemplates taking a little nip, but wisely, he decides against it. Instead he rolls back in only to have the bottle kicked back into his face. Crazy Boy ties him up in the ropes. The bottle is smashed over the head of High Tide. Glass fragments are everywhere as rum soaks the pirates hair. Traces of blood begin to emerge, but there is nothing Tide can do about it. Crazy Boy jumps out of the ring, tags the hands of a few fans in the front row and pulls out the traditional hardware from under the ring to much fanfare.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think blood and booze mix, but Crazy Boy is here to win.

Ace Anderson: Maybe High Tide should have taken a drink. Now he’ll have to take some aspirin instead.

Crazy Boy brings a trash can with him. He unties High Tide and deposits him inside like he were human garbage. Tide kicks his feet wildly and eventually does enough to flip himself onto his back. A costly move as Crazy Boy was waiting from the top rope. He comes down with a double stomp which collapses the center of the metal canister. High Tide is ripped out and waffled with the lid. Over and over and over which further opens his wound. Crazy Boy kicks him in the gut, hits the ropes and nails a scissors kick across the back of his neck, dropping his face down into the crushed trash can. The surprisingly strong Crazy Boy deadlifts him into a running powerslam, or what would have been. High Tide drops behind and pushes the remaining momentum of Crazy Boy sternum first into the corner which nets a violent collision. High Tide wipes the blood off of his face as he staggers his way out of the ring. He takes hold of a baking sheet, manages to get to the top turnbuckle and hit his foe with the Half Mast!

Jerry Andrews: BIG MOVE!

Crazy Boy is spun around and laid out face first. High Tide throws him out of the ring like a bag of moldy tangerines. He follows and sets up a table between the ring and commentary desk. Crazy Boy is body slammed onto the wood. High Tide again has to wipe the blood out of his eyes. Growing tired of the crimson, he manages to find a stapler under the ring. You can guess what he does with it. As an added bonus, he begins putting staples all over the body of Crazy Boy before leveling his head with the desk item. Tide hops onto the apron, charges down to the corner, climbs to the top and without so much of a hesitation, takes flight with Man Overboard! The impact breaks the table into several pieces and draws many cheers from those in attendance. It’s a few minutes before there is movement, but Crazy Boy is rolled into the ring so High Tide can go for a pin.

1!

2!

Kickout! High Tide sits up and challenges the count. Dropping the protest, he runs Crazy Boy into the corner. He hangs on and pulls him out with an attempted snap suplex. Crazy Boy blocks once, twice, three times! High Tide is kneed in the jewels, allowing Crazy Boy the chance to suplex him into the corner he was just driven into. High Tide is folded like a lawn chair. Crazy Boy pulls himself together with the assistance of the ropes with a slight look at the numerous staples which are embedded in his body. Crazy Boy pulls a mop into the ring. He gives High Tide the chance to get to his feet before he paint brushes him. Tide spins into the corner only to find the mop being jammed into his ribs. The item is discarded. Tide is Irish whipped to the far corner, but Crazy Boy follows him in and lands a high knee just under the chin and then runs him out with a bulldog. Crazy Boy finds himself heading to the top rope...FROG SPLASH baybee! There’s a cover!

1!

2!

Kickout! The fans are beside themselves as the count was halfway to three. Crazy Boy hoists High Tide onto his shoulders. He spins round and round. It’s Crazy Airlines---Destination Samoa! Crazy rolls out of the ring and slides two items into the ring. He pumps the crowd up afterwards and then gets said items lined up; The first is a table. The second is a ladder. High Tide is pulled up. He goes for a gouge of the eyes, but as if this were a Three Stooges episode, it gets blocked! Crazy Boy counters into a one arm DDT, which is more than enough to get High Tide put onto his shoulders. Crazy Boy starts the climb. Rung by rung he powers until he’s at the wavering top. Flashes from cameras go off in rapid succession. Go big or go home right? He carefully positions High Tide on the opposite side, the ladder nearly tipping in the process. High Tide is pulled partially over. Crazy Boy is about to live up to the first part of his name...because off the ladder he sends them both through the table with a spinning falcon arrow, or as he calls the finisher, the Crazy Slam!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

How in the hell he was able to pull that off is anyone’s guess. Crazy Boy gets the pin as the referee slides into position.

1!

2!

3!

NO! High Tide BARELY gets a foot on the bottom rope, and we are talking tippy toes out of sheer God damn luck. Crazy Boy slumps over onto his back and stares at the light rig high in the rafters. The match must continue! Crazy Boy slowly ducks under the bottom rope to go fetch his weapon of choice: a steel chair. He slides in with it. The ladder is pushed to the side. The chair is unfolded. High Tide is brought to his feet. Crazy Boy hits the ropes and returns with a floating DDT! Or not. High Tide presses him in the air which then pulls him down across the top of the chair stomach first. Both men are down, but Crazy Boy is curled into a ball as the pain is evident.

Jerry Andrews: How are these guys still moving!?

High Tide claws his way up to his feet. He pulls himself up to a seated position on the top. When the opportunity arises, it’s Off the Plank! Crazy Boy is pancaked into the seat of the chair with an ugly landing. High Tide falls on top of him with the partially broken chair falling on top of him. Here’s the count.

1!

2!

3!

And that’s all she wrote! The referee calls for the bell as “You Are A Pirate!” by Alestorm plays.

“Here is the winner, High Tide!”

Jerry Andrews: What a match! High Tide now improves to one-and-one, and he's the only one with a chance to catch Dominator in this tournament!

Ace Anderson: But Dominator still controls his fate. One more win and he's the champion, no matter what High Tide does!

The shot quickly cuts to backstage where a candle-lit room is seen. As the camera adjusts to the poor lighting conditions, Gabriel becomes visible. He looks right into the camera and starts to speak.

Gabriel: You're probably wondering why I asked you to meet me here, Mr. Camera Man. After all, I am not the type of person who feels the need to "cut promos" to excite the audience. But tonight... tonight I need to speak. On the last episode of Trauma, a great injustice occurred. Kyle Shane stole from me. And, in doing so, he stole from the Lord. That does not sit lightly with me.

Gabriel turns away from the camera, but he continues speaking.

Gabriel: Tonight when I meet him in the ring, he will pay for his crimes. He will bleed for his sins. But he isn't the only issue I have here tonight. For some reason, I am expected to team up with the twisted drunk who goes by the name of Whitey Ford. He sickens me. How am I supposed to team with this man? How am I supposed to even share a ring with this man? He is disgusting and vile. Tonight.... tonight I will do my best to turn the other cheek. But Ford had better not cross me. Or he will suffer the same fate as Kyle Shane.

With that, Gabriel blows out the candles, plunging the scene into darkness.

As Trauma returns, the crowd is already on their feet for the main event of the evening.

“This tag team match is the main event! Introducing first...”

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.

“From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs Two-hundred eighteen pounds, the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, KYLE SHANE!”

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.

"And his tag team partner..."

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.

“From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing Two-hundred seventeen pounds, PHINEHAS GRIMM!”

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

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and 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.

“And their opponents...”

The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play.

“From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs Two-hundred nineteen pounds, GABRIEL!”

Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. 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 awaits his opponent/the start of the match.

“And his tag team partner...”

Within a split seconds time and without warning, strobe lights cascade the fans and the arena while the heavy guitar riffs build up for "Determined" by Mudvayne. Once the lyrics kick in and the music roars louder, the arena is left dark as a crimson spotlight focuses on the center of the stage, just as a massive pyrotechnic spark erupts on either side of the curtain. Whitey Ford walks out with a purpose, holding the PCW World Championship over his head with pride.

“From Leeds, Maine. Weighing Two-hundred forty-five pounds. He is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, “The Asshole” Whitey Ford!”

He surveys the crowd from the top of the ramp, nodding at their mixed reaction towards him even after his change of heart. In the end of it all, it makes him smile, and the title is dropped to his side. Dragging the gold belt down the entrance ramp, Whitey tosses it inside of the ring before rolling in himself. He stands in the center, raising the title once more over his head with one arm.

Jerry Andrews: These are certainly some bizarre teams. How on earth will they co-exist tonight!?

Tag Team Match
Kyle Shane (North American ©) & Grimm vs "The Asshole" Whitey Ford (World ©) & Gabriel
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

With the tri-ring of the bell, this jam packed main event is underway. It’s as if Jerry Springer was asked to guest referee it, because these two teams are at odds with their assigned partners. There is no love loss between any one of them. While the combination of Kyle Shane and Grimm are busy having a tense standoff, Gabriel and Whitey Ford are openly in each other’s face with a heated "discussion" over who should be the one to start. Gabriel has no time for further discussion with a man whose brain is marinating in hops and barley. He takes two steps in the direction of one, Kyle Shane, the man who cashed in his Invitational Tournament prize to claim the North American title for himself. Whitey Ford is having none of this, and given he has a strength advantage, what should have been a restraining pull is more like an Irish whip.

Ace Anderson: How will they get along? We already have the answer: They won't.

Gabriel is ready to take the fight to the World Champion, but Ford is pounced on by Phinehas Grimm. Ford peppers the Hangtown Horror with stiff shots that force his long time rival to cover up. Ford has a shot blocked, allowing Grimm to sneak in with a haymaker of his own. It’s like if a blacksmith has just smashed an unwelcome visitor with a still glowing hammer from the forge, because Ford is dropped.

It doesn’t last long.

Grimm is hoisted and ran diagonally to a corner. He collides like a car being tested for crash impact and finds his midsection worked over with quick hitting shoulder thrusts. Satisfied with eliminating the air out of his sails, Ford leans up and drills Grimm with a nasty uppercut. Grimm drops to a knee from the punishment. Ford grabs himself a handful of that red hair and aggressively pulls him away. Phinehas cuts in on the dance with a karate chop to the throat. With Ford gasping for air, it’s Grimm’s turn to run the champ to the opposite corner. He unloads with knee lifts, first from the right. Then a switch to the left. Followed by not one, not two, but THREE headbutts for good measure. Whitey is pummeled onto both knees. Grimm keeps the advantage going by raking his eyes across the top rope. Ford finds the middle rope to halt the momentum, driving the point of his elbow into Grimm’s face. He follows this with a quick stun gun, leaving both men down.

Jerry Andrews: President Loki sure picked two interesting teams here. Who knows if they’ll be able to co-exist, but with Grimm and Whitey Ford on opposite ends, you knew they would find each other sooner or later.

Ace Anderson: As long as they are both under contract, they will always be sworn to beat the other one to dust. There is NO love loss between them.

Ford is up with adjusted vision. He glares at Gabriel for a split second, scoffing at the idea of even tagging him in. This naturally does not set well with him. Grimm is stopped from making it to his corner. He employs a “fight like a butterfly, sting like a bee” defense, but knowing him as well as he does allows Whitey to waist lock him into a release German suplex. Grimm rolls his ginger self out of the ring facing the aisle as he favors his neck. Whitey Ford hits the ropes, doesn’t realize he’s been blind tagged out, and throws himself out onto Grimm like a runaway train with a springboard plancha. The 6’3”, two-hundred forty-three pounder just narrowly gets out of the way of Gabriel, who introduces himself with a baseball slide. Grimm, for the second time, is knocked down. Ford spins Gabriel around and gets up in his face, demanding to know what the hell (he uses a different four letter word) he’s doing? Gabriel ignores his request while the referee orders Ford to his corner. Gabriel deposits Grimm back into the ring, following close behind.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel and Whitey Ford clearly do not want to be partners. We should take the time to apologize for the language there from the World Champion.

Ace Anderson: Oh please, Jerry! If people are that sensitive, they can always change the channel to PBS.

Jerry Andrews: Way to encourage a ratings drop there.

Kyle Shane ducks a swing from Gabriel and makes sure he backs up towards the rail. He laughs at the failed attempt, as Gabriel is dying to get his hands on him. This has given Grimm the chance to drop him with a back suplex out of nowhere. Grimm sits up as his glacial eyes stare down his missing partner. Kyle Shane is all too eager to get back up on the apron. Grimm’s expression doesn’t change one bit. Gabriel takes a bell clap. Grimm makes the reluctant tag to Kyle Shane, but shoulder bumps him on the way out. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but is brushed off with a leg drop bulldog, introducing Gabriel’s face to canvas. Across the ring Whitey Ford barks about how the team lost the advantage HE gave because of Gabriel being selfish. Kyle Shane, the ultimate gamer, shows off his quick speed with lightning fast leg kicks that would make Chun-Li proud. Gabriel’s HP is rapidly depleting from the assault. Kyle continues to use his knee as Gabriel’s face is smashed into it. This drops him unceremoniously into the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! That had to hurt!

Kyle Shane taunts Whitey Ford, but he isn’t biting on the bait. He does however show off the twins (middle fingers). But were they a reply to him? Or aimed at Gabriel? Gabriel is ran face first into the turnbuckle. After being spun around, he takes a quick chop before being whipped to the opposite side. Shane comes full speed like a bull, but gets both feet to his kisser, dropping him with a case of whiplash. Gabriel takes as much time as he can to shake off the cobwebs. He brings Kyle Shane to his feet, but he pushes Gabriel backwards. Ford blind tags himself back in. Kyle Shane wants speed? He’s got speed for him. In the form of a running dropkick. Gabriel, out of spite, manages just enough of a touch to tag himself right back in. Whitey is visibly upset, but is forced to watch Gabriel land a running clothesline that spins Kyle Shane out of his boots.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel again with the blind tag. You can tell that Whitey Ford is getting tired of it.

Ace Anderson: He’s the one that started it! What match have you been watching? And from what time machine? Because I need one to go back and punch out the guy who made my soda diet, when I clearly said I wasn’t on one.

Gabriel keeps a distance from his angry partner, as he sneaks in a shot to the side of Grimm’s head. Phinehas initially steps through the ropes, but a cooler head prevails. Gabriel looks to hit a chop block. Shane barrel rolls out of the way and gets an unplanned tag to Grimm. Meanwhile, Ford brings himself back with another blind tag, but makes sure to dump his partner out of the ring following it. Whitey Ford vs Phinehas Grimm continues center ring as the two men start wailing on each other with nothing held back. This of course entertains the PCW faithful, who have been thoroughly invested in the match the whole time. Grimm has a shot blocked and countered into a gorilla press. Grimm rakes his eyes and is back down on his feet. The creator of the style known as ‘the Science of 8 Limbs’ and Lord of Misrule, pulls the World Champ down with a reverse DDT. He then rolls over to unleash a blatant choke while making sure to squeeze like his hand were a vice.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm looks to be in firm control here now.

It’s now Gabriel who is doing the barking about a lost advantage, but he appears gleeful at the plight of Whitey Ford. After the count of four, Grimm relinquishes the choke. Back up now as Grimm channels his inner Kerry Von Erich with a claw hold, followed with a spinning discus punch. The larger foe is whipped into the enemy corner. BATTERING RAM! Ford has his midsection collapsed from impact and for the first time in the match, we get ourselves a friendly tag. Grimm even goes so far as to stretch Ford out so that Kyle Shane can boot him in the ribs. Three vertical suplexes are unleashed by Kyle Shane who floats over into a pin after the final.

1!

2!

Kickout. Ford is sat up for a kneeling uppercut. What that also does is slam the back of his head into the canvas. Not one to be satisfied, he continues the boss fight with a brainbuster. Ford momentarily sits up and then falls back over as he grabs the crown of his head. Shane bodyslams him for a follow up. Ford is pulled onto his knees. Shane unloads with kick after kick to his chest. He hits the ropes, EMBLEM HEARTLESS! Kyle Shane decides NOT to go for a pin or follow up with anything, instead opting to arrogantly stand over the fallen World Champion to bask in the reaction he gets. Ford is probably seeing dancing joints and beer bottles spinning around his head right now instead of stars or birds, because that MMA-esque knee to the face was devastating. Tension has returned to the team of Grimm and Kyle Shane. One part being Shane’s arrogance and the other being an ignored tag. Kyle swings Ford into the ropes. It’s reversed into a spinebuster! Ford manages to stagger to his feet after that desperation move. Missile drop kick from Grimm! Annnd he’s now back down. Phinehas drags Kyle to the corner, steps out of the apron, and then brings himself back in with a tag.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane can’t help but show off that arrogance of his. But how wise is it to ignore someone like Phinehas Grimm?

Ace Anderson: It never is. But Kyle had Ford where he wanted him…

Jerry Andrews: Until Grimm had to take the matter into his own shovel weilding hands.

Since Ford likes reversals so much, Grimm has one for him. It’s called a samoan drop. It looked as if Ford was going to be Irish whipped, only to find it being reversed into an audible instead. Grimm rolls himself over for a pin.

1!

2!

Nope! The resilient champion gets his shoulder off of the mat. Grimm looks annoyed by this. You don’t want Grimm annoyed. You wouldn’t like him. “FUCK WHITEY FORD!” is heard loud and clear as Gabriel vents his frustration (or if you were to ask him, sin). The glacier eyes of Grimm find their attention pulled in that general direction and have a mate in the form of a sadistic smile. Creepy. Phinehas locks in...an abdominal stretch? Whatever works. Ford screams out in agony. Kyle extends his hand, calling for his partner to take it. Phinehas will hear none of it as he tenderizes Ford’s body with a flurry of fists.

LET’S GO WHITEY, LET’S GO! -clap clap-

Fans try coming to the aid of their champion. This only makes Grimm sink the hold in even deeper. Or at least until he bores of it, to which it then is turned into a gut-wrench suplex. Grimm gets up and makes an uneasy tag to Kyle, who launches himself with a springboard senton splash. Shane digs his fingers into the scalp of Whitey Ford, turns him around for a kidney shot and then winds their bodies around with a NOCTURNE OF SHADOWS! But wait! What is this! Ford shocks Kyle Shane with a ‘hulk up’ and a quick release Northern lights! He crumples back down, but no one in the match was expecting that to happen.

Jerry Andrews: Where did that come from?! That was one of Kyle Shane’s best moves.

Ace Anderson: Maybe Whitey was dreaming of a beer run, only to discover it was all sold out?

The energy of fans pulsates through their seats. Over the railing. Under the bottom rope. And is surging through the body of Whitey Ford, as like Frankenstein’s monster, he is coming to life. Ford’s feet and fists pound the mat. His body begins to tighten. A kip up! He turns himself in Kyle’s direction, REHAB SPEAR! Shane quickly clutches his ribs from the signature move. Gabriel tags himself in! He’s been wanting to get his hands on Kyle Shane and finally here’s his chance. Chop block to the right knee! Chop block to the left knee! Get that apple sauce ready, Peter Brady, because chops are getting served on the dinner plate that is Kyle Shane’s chest. WOOOO! Here’s a knee lift for his troubles, knocking Shane for a loop.

Ace Anderson: BOOM!

Gabriel LAUNCHES himself halfway across the ring with an elbow smash to the face of Grimm, knocking him off the ring apron. Gabriel is on fire here, cleaning house and receiving a mixed reaction from the faithful. The name is buster. Brainbuster. Shane is left in a heap. He grabs Kyle, leaves him wobbling like a boxer who is on the verge of defeat, then dares him to take a shot now. Kyle finds that 1-UP and does exactly what was dared. No TRIPLE DOG DARED. Gabriel ducks and hits “BELIEVE!” Gabriel sizes Kyle Shane up, but also makes sure to keep an eye on the whereabouts of Phinehas Grimm. Whitey Ford is there to prevent Grimm from getting inside the ring!

Gabriel hits THE WORD OF THE LORD!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel FINALLY gets his hands on Kyle Shane at the expense of cutting off the equally explosive World Champion.

Here’s the cover!

1!

2!

3—

Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford BREAKS the pin?! What the....!?

Ace Anderson: I guess they're done pretending not to hate each other.

Jerry Andrews: THEY WERE PRETENDING NOT TO HATE EACH OTHER!?

Ace Anderson: They weren't doing a very good job. And now... woah! Here they go!

Ford and Gabriel begin fighting! Back and forth they go as the fans are molten. The referee is unsure of what to do here as one team has finally imploded. Grimm is in! He pushes Gabriel the hell out of the way to get his hands on his sworn enemy. The two of them pair off around the ring as they absorb the others’ shots. Kyle Shane eventually finds his way back up...he brawls with Gabriel! This has become complete chaos! The referee has no choice but to call for the bell, especially after he is dumped on his ass twice in trying to break things up!

“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified both teams and ruled this match a no contest!”

And fans better get used to the word ‘no’ because there is no lights as the arena is plunged into darkness. This doesn’t stop the brawls from continuing. While they can’t be seen, they are still heard and with some colorful language outpacing any censors.

Jerry Andrews: What is going on now!?

Ace Anderson: Maybe we're still suffering from some electrical issues caused by the Underground match earlier...?

Jerry Andrews: We apologize folks and we'll....

The lights come back on…

SEROMINE IS HERE! The Serpentine Sermonizer is standing dead center in the ring in a crucifix pose.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY!

Ace Anderson: SEROMINE IS IN THE RING!

Seromine throws his hat and coat out of the ring and immediately jumps in to assist Gabriel. The preacher and his messenger work Kyle Shane over with a double team. It spills over to the outside. Kyle is thrown into the crowd. Seromine steps aside as if to tell Gabriel, “Go get him!” Seromine watches with all the glee of a child at Christmas as they brawl through the crowd. With that matter settled, Seromine slowly turns his head towards Grimm and Whitey Ford.

Jerry Andrews: Uh-oh....

Ace Anderson: I don't like that look on Seromine's face.

A malicious grin is etched. The hyper-aggressive Seromine slides himself into the ring. He attacks Whitey Ford, yelling “You wanted a war, sinner?!” while doing so. Grimm doesn’t turn this into a double team. He instead pulls Seromine off. Seromine spins around and sprays a red mist in the face of the Hangtown Horror. Seromine attacks Grimm!! Ford attacks Seromine! Those two begin brawling as officials are sent into the bedlam.

Jerry Andrews: This is madness folks!

Ace Anderson: It looks like a riot in here right now!

Once Grimm is able to get his eyes clear, he joins the fray, first targeting Seromine as payback, and then picking back up where he was interrupted on Ford. This leads into a free-for-all between the three men as Pure Class Wrestling officials and security work double time for that signed paycheck.

Jerry Andrews: That's all we have time for! Thanks for watching! We'll see you at Deadly Intentions!

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