Trauma 224: 7th Anniversary Show Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday, January 18th, 2018

PCW Trauma: Revival III Tuesday, January 18, 2011 Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina (A globe, looking much like Earth, spins softly to give the viewers their opening feed. As the sphere spins, a voice-over can be heard.) Voice: For years, fans were left without their heroes… (The image of the globe switches over to live-action clips of PCW Superstars. The footage seen is of Pegasus dancing as “Playa Pegz,”, Grimm reversing an Elvish Tale from Lantlas into a Harvest, and “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth rocking out with some air guitar.) Voice: …And with their absence, a void was left needing to be fulfilled…. (The feed transitions into images of dejected fans standing outside of an empty Pure Class Arena, a sign hanging from its roof over the front of the building reading, “Closed.”) Voice: …But with time comes growth and wisdom… (The feed now transitions into live-action clips of more PCW Superstars. The footage that is now being shown is Non Compos Mentis standing victorious after winning the first ever PCW Hardcore Hell Match, “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc walking down the aisle, and of Ace Anderson brutalizing Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith with an Exemplifier onto a chair.) Voice: …And the ability to start afresh… (The feed once again transitions into another live-action video clip of PCW Superstars performing at various promotions before they signed with Pure Class Wrestling. This time, the footage being shown is of Mike Park Soul Super Kick on a random opponent, Arik Ash dancing on the Disney Channel, and Usali Basilisk reading through his Book of Ascension.) Voice: …Welcome back, as the PCW is revived once again… (The feed now transitions back to the image of the spinning globe. With every passing millisecond, the speed of which the globe had been spinning increases. When it seems to reach the maximum speed, it starts to violently shake and convulse. Suddenly, the globe explodes. The particles of the Earth dart out every which way onto the screen, and as a large fragment makes it way towards the camera, the feed switches to a live shot of the Pure Class Arena. “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva begins to play and a massive pyrotechnics display occurs throughout the arena. The camera begins to pan the live crowd, catching numerous fan signs throughout its progress. Some of the more notable signs read: “PCW LIVES,” “I Fear Grimm,” “King of Hardcore,” “Welcome Back LoKi” and, “I'm A Scene Kid!” As “Survival of the Sickest” continues to play, the camera switches focus to Jerry Andrews and his brand new broadcast partner, Al Laiman, at the broadcast table, where they open up the show.) Jerry Andrews: Welcome ladies and gentleman to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and to my left is my new broadcast colleague Al Laiman! Al Laiman: It's good to be in the commentary booth, and it's even better to see Pure Class Wrestling back in action! I'm "Universal" Al Laiman, your new commentator. Great to be with you, Jerry. Jerry Andrews: Great to have you, Al, and I've gotta ask, what do you think of the influx of newcomers taking their own first steps into the PCW landscape tonight? Al Laiman: I'm hoping to get a chance to put faces to some of these names before the conclusion of tonight's broadcast. Jason Scene for instance, a young man I interviewed before PCW officially began, has his hands full tonight with another newcomer and two of the PCW elite, Heavy Metal and former two-time champion Lantlas! Jerry Andrews: I don't know what Donny J. McNasty and Jason Scene did to deserve that first time out, and speaking of bad first times out, who the heck did Mike Park anger to face none other than Ace Anderson in his first match? Al Laiman: Having a match against Ace Anderson isn't a booking, it's a sentence. Trust me, I would know. Jerry Andrews: And in our main event tonight, three of PCW's most stories legacies collide, with Non Compos Mentis, "The Prophet" Marcus Murdoc, and also a former two-time champion, Grimm! Al Laiman: This will really give the fans an idea of who's getting a strong start on top. Three of PCW's best all-time stars in one ring, Jerry it's like a Pay-Per-View on our first night back!

Inside the current-day Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina, the Faithful are on their feet!

Jerry Andrews: Thank you for the throwback, but it's time to start looking forward! Celebrating seven-straight years on the air, this is PCW Trauma! I am Jerry Andrews, welcome to the show!

Ace Anderson: And I'm Ace Anderson! Much like on that evening seven years ago, it's like a Pay-Per-View on Trauma!

Jerry Andrews: Four huge matches, including a massive Underground Championship match and our main event!

Ace Anderson: Six competitors in three teams locked inside an enclosed steel cage. The match will only end when only one team in left standing!

Jerry Andrews: Let's not spend any more time screwing around and get to the ring!

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 225 lbs... TYLER SCOTT!!

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?

'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers.

Move back this wrecking ball,

Rips through the blackest hole,

Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.

He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the centre where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities before beginning warming up for the upcoming contest.

Ace Anderson: This is a hell of a way to kick start the 7th Anniversary of Trauma, with a proverbial David versus Goliath match. And yet, for this man, Tyler Scott, the clear aggressor is going to be him.

Jerry Andrews: The fact is that Tyler Scott has had an attitude change in recent weeks, and has bemoaned his standing in the rankings. He disdained a fatal fourway match he was given at Collision Course and criticized his choice of partner a few weeks back. Tyler is going solo, and only out for himself.

Ace Anderson: Well, ultimately, there is nobody but yourself to provide results, so we will see now if Tyler's attitude is going to pay dividends with this huge test.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, accompanied by Alexa Black, weighing in at 500 lbs... "The Destroyer"... HIROSHI YUKIO!

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Rising Sun roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain his face lit up with an evil smile followed closely by Alexa Black who loudly proclaims his greatness to the camera.

He walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.

He waves mockingly to the crowd which pisses them off even more as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and rips it in half then laughs

As he continues 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.

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

Jerry Andrews: Talk about a hell of an attitude change... Hiroshi Yukio, one of the most beloved big men in the sport, shocked the world at Collision Course. He aligned with the wicked, evil jezebel Alexa Black. This demented duo together, I have no idea what kinds of carnage they can wreak.

Ace Anderson: It is a scary proposition. I know Tyler Scott is that much more nervous about Alexa Black being out here.

Jerry Andrews: Well who knows what kind of sick, evil tactics she could be filling Hiroshi's mind with?

Ace Anderson: I have a feeling that Tyler is in for some pain tonight.

Singles Match
Hiroshi Yukio vs Tyler Scott
Referee: Nigel Gale

The bell rings and both men circle each other, Scott moving quickly, Hiroshi taking his time and pacing. Alexa Black, on the outside, yells instructions at him.

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi was already a force to be reckoned with in the Underground division, it could certainly be argued that Alexa has found a deadly weapon for her personal usage.

Ace Anderson: Just a weapon? This right here is a WMD, a scorched earth option. Nobody has been able to keep the monster Hiroshi down for long.

As the match begins, a much quicker Tyler Scott shoots in and secures a side headlock on the five hundred pound sumo. Hiroshi backs into the ropes and tries to push Scott loose, but Scott, in a bulldog like maneuver jumps to the mat, keeping the lock sealed tight. Hiroshi struggles for a moment, but his inconceivable strength allows him to fight his way right back to his feet in which he staggers to the nearby ropes and wraps his arm around the top rope. The ref forces Scott to break, and he obliges. Hiroshi looks up at Scott, then they go to lock up again, this time Scott floats around behind Hiroshi looking for a rear waistlock but the massive Yukio just elbows him off, making Tyler stumble away, holding his jaw. Hiroshi stalks behind him and immediately grabs him from behind. Scott moves around trying to break Hiroshi's grip loose but Hiroshi muscles Scott to the mat with a belly to back amateur takedown. Hiroshi then floats over and straps a front facelock on Scott. Scott after a moment is able to work his way to all fours and then staggers Hiroshi with a kick to the back of the leg that makes Yukio fall. Scott goes back to locking on a side headlock. Yukio brings his legs up and clamps a headscissors around Scott's head with his tree trunk-like thighs, pulling him loose. Scott struggles in the hold for a moment, and then uses his leg strength to bridge over with a jackknife pin. The ref counts.

The ref: One... Kickout.

Scott tries to dead lift the huge bulk of Hiroshi, but he is stopped by a headbutt. Tyler stumbles part way around the ring. Like a looming blimp, Yukio hovers behind Tyler, and hits him with a few clubs to the back, yelling "RESPECT ME!" Yukio then grips Tyler Scotts head between his massive mitts and squeezes like when you check out some produce at your local Whole Foods. Tyler yells and flails his arms. Hiroshi releases the vice grip after a second but keeps torturing Tyler, pushing his face into the top rope and rubbing it back and forth. The friction of the rope burn makes Tyler yell, and the referee begins counting Hiroshi out.

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is showing a much more aggressive side of himself tonight.

Ace Anderson: It's that damn woman, she's put him under her spell.

Hiroshi turns to berate the referee, as Tyler groans and hangs on to the ropes. Hiroshi intimidates the individual for a moment, but when he turns back to Tyler Scott Tyler trips him so that the big man stumbles and hits the taut ropes face first. Hiroshi snaps off, flinging back and roaring in pain. Tyler grips Hiroshi's arm and goes to whip him to the ropes, but Hiroshi reverses, sending the champ to the ropes. Hiroshi goes for a hip toss, but Tyler blocks it with his leg, and goes to hip toss the bigger man. Hiroshi blocks as well, and clotheslines Tyler down to the mat. Hiroshi lifts Tyler back to his feet, and clotheslines him back down. Hiroshi lifts Tyler up, and shoves him backwards into the ropes. Hiroshi comes charging forward but he is stopped by Tyler flaring an elbow out, making him stumble forward. Tyler then sits on the middle ropes with his legs out in the aisle, and as Hiroshi turns back towards him Tyler swings backwards, bringing his feet up to connect with Hiroshi's temple. As Hiroshi stumbles backwards, holding his temple, Tyler runs in and gives Hiroshi a kick to the midsection, followed by three chops across Hiroshi's chest until the big man grabs Tyler around the throat and tosses him into the corner with enough force and velocity to make Scott bounce.

Jerry Andrews: Jesus, did the ring just shift?!

The big man puts both hands around the neck and collarbones of Tyler Scott and pushes with force, using the turnbuckles themselves in the rear of Scott to squeeze him mercilessly. It's effective, and it looks like it's hurting, because Tyler is groaning in agony. However it's also illegal so the ref starts counting Hiroshi out, getting to a count of three before Hiroshi stomps towards him menacingly like a dark cloud. The referee scatters out of the way like an utter chickenshit.

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi was warned that he might get disqualified, but, well, I don't think he liked taking direction from the referee.

Ace Anderson: Do we know for a fact he doesn't eat referees? I think he better watch his tone.

Tyler, angrily, jumps out of the corner, trying for a Lou Thesz press, but he ends up just throwing rights and lefts at the big man, not taking him off his feet. Hiroshi ends up throwing him in the air so he's parallel to the ring, bringing him down with a sort of flapjack that smashes Scott right back down. Tyler, groaning, holds his sternum and rolls to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: There are still a lot of questions about Tyler Scott's new attitude adjustment but it is clear, he is determined to let Hiroshi know he's in for a fight tonight.

The slower-moving Hiroshi goes to reach over the ropes for Tyler's hair, but Tyler, thinking quickly, clamps hold of the boot of Hiroshi, and manages to yank with all of his might, pulling the big man off balance. He falls hard, and Scott pulls/rolls Hiroshi under the bottom rope to the aisle with him. Tyler lifts Hiroshi up and gives him a European uppercut. Hiroshi stumbles to his feet, and the Sinister One shoves him back into the guardrail, and gives him a few knife edge chops to the chest. Hiroshi reverses, throwing the smaller Tyler across the guardrail back first and chopping him across the chest as a few people sitting by them cheer him on and say wooo! Hiroshi grabs Tyler Scott's arm and irish whips him into the steel steps. Scott nails the steps shoulder first. Hiroshi, taking his time and stalking Scott as he gets up, holding his shoulder, lifts Tyler up in a military press, and drops him face first across the apron. Scott drops back into the aisle, holding his face. Hiroshi begins clubbing him over the back, and then walks him over, bounces his head off the apron, and rolls him back into the ring, following in after him. Hiroshi measures Tyler, waiting for him to get up, and then as Tyler does Hiroshi goes for a DDT, but Scott spins out of it, pulling his head loose, and he wraps Hiroshi's arm up in a hammerlock, twisting it in and jumping a few times to cinch in the pressure, before spinning Hiroshi around and unloading with a vicious jawbreaker lariat. Hiroshi stumbles back, not knocked off his feet, but needing to hold himself on the apron.

Jerry Andrews: Scott has a decent game plan in mind, as he works that solid steel rebar of an arm of the giant.

Ace Anderson: Yes, but Hiroshi has proven again and again that he is what can't be planned for, he is the anti-plan. He's freaking monstrous!

Tyler Scott runs towards Hiroshi again but gets clotheslined right out of the mid-step. Hiroshi grabs him by his hair and slings him with force into the guardrail. Scott hits with a harsh crack. The referee timidly reminds Hiroshi to get them both back in the ring. Hiroshi lifts Tyler up like a bag of potatoes and throws him under the bottom rope, then big man climbing over the ropes to get back in the ring himself. He reaches for Tyler, but Tyler immediately tries to lock in an armbar. Hiroshi gets to his feet as he flares some elbows into Scott's midsection, breaking the hold. Hiroshi then runs off the ropes and on the return, Scott flings Hiroshi to the mat with an arm whip. Scott holds onto Hiroshi's arm as he twist it into an arm wrench. Hiroshi grimaces in pain, then he grips Scott's grabbing hand and twists it behind Tyler's back with a hammerlock. Scott yelps in pain, and flails his free arm around, and then he begins throwing elbows to the side of Hiroshi's head, and after a monent elbows his way loose. Scott runs off the ropes. On the return he is caught by an explosive powerslam from Hiroshi.

Ace Anderson: You see, Tyler Scott is keeping up the fight, but that God damn sumo monster is just too strong.

Jerry Andrews: You look over and see Alexa Black cheesing at ringside, she is loving this display of dominance from her newest protege.

"CRUSH HIM!" screams Alexa Black, making a 'break him in two' motion with her hands. Hiroshi lifts Scott up, however Scott drops him with a quick jawbreaker. He lifts Hiroshi up, giving him a few knees strikes as he does, and backing him into the corner. He goes to irish whip Hiroshi into the opposite corner, and Hiroshi hits, chest first. as he stumbles out backwards Scott rolls him up in a schoolboy. The ref counts...

The ref: One...







Two.. Kickout.

Scott goes to lift Hiroshi up, but the bigger man boots him in the gut, grips him by his hair and the back of his tights and runs with him a short distance, throwing him forward so that Scott goes crashing into the steel ringpost between the top and middle ropes. Scott grimaces and yells in pain, and holds his shoulder. Hiroshi pulls him out and hits a pumphandle lift reverse STO, the Hiroshima Hammer.

Ace Anderson: It may be over here!

The ref: One...









Two... Kickout.

Hiroshi lifts Scott up and gives him a few clubs to the back as he holds him in a front facelock. Scott sinks to one knee. Hiroshi lifts Scott up, and in a display of strength, he gives Scott a stalling vertical suplex with only one arm, holding the other one out to feed on the crowd and mockingly make a "Give me more" gesture. Then he violently brings Scott back down to earth by turning the vertical suplex into a uranage. Alexa Black cackles happily.

Jerry Andrews: Did you see that display of strength by Hiroshi?!

Ace Anderson: He's a freak of nature, that's for sure.

Hiroshi lifts Scott up and irish whips him into the corner, following it up with a corner spear that cuts Scott in half. He then pulls Scott out and attempts to give him a german suplex, but Scott grabs on to the top rope to block it. Scott hangs on to the top rope, and the ref makes Hiroshi separate from Scott, who is still hugging the rope. Scott slowly turns around, and Hiroshi comes back towards him. Scott boots him in the gut, and then runs off the ropes and takes Hiroshi down with a bulldog. He then attempts to follow it up with an Asai moonsault, but Hiroshi rolls out of the way, and Scott hits the mat chest first. Hiroshi calmly grips Scott's injured arm and attaches a keylock, painfully wrenching the arm and wrist. Scott groans and tries to pull himself free, or to pound on Hiroshi to make him loosen the hold, but Hiroshi refuses to let go. Scott has no choice but to pull himself over inch by inch to the bottom rope, and he reaches out and grabs it. Scott hangs on to the bottom rope for dear life. The ref tells Hiroshi to release the hold. Hiroshi at first refuses to, with a cold look on his face, but finally does. Scott pulls himself out to the apron as he tries to regroup.

Jerry Andrews: What can Tyler Scott do to get back in this match?

Ace Anderson: Uhhhh reset and start over? I think that he needs to be a higher level to face this boss.

Hiroshi walks over to lift Scott back into the ring, but Scott pokes him in the eye. Scott then grabs Hiroshi's head and pulls down, across the top rope. Hiroshi's head flies back with a snap, and he falls into the ring, holding his throat. Scott then gets back in the ring, and boots Hiroshi in the gut. He gives him a quick rolling neckbreaker. Scott then motions that it's over, and with a confident grin he springs to the ropes and comes off, taking Hiroshi down with a flying stunner. Hiroshi stumbles, wobbles, and pinwheels his arms to keep his balance. Tyler then grips the arm from behind and pulls Hiroshi around into a Rainmaker clothesline. The big man falls! Scott sticks his tongue out as he slithers into the cover.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott has done it! Tyler Scott has done it! The giant is down, he may have it here...

The ref: One...









Two... Kickout.

Scott waits until Hiroshi gets to his feet, and then he places him in a sleeperhold, attempting to give him a sleeperhold release slam, but Hiroshi quickly begins fighting his way out of it, elbowing Scott in the side of the head repeatedly and with machine-like intensity until Scott's arms fall away. Hiroshi turns, and then he goes for a standing camel clutch submission. Tyler Scott tries squirming out of it, but Hiroshi stops him by unleashing a flurry of wicked, punishing crossface forearm shots until Tyler Scott falls limp. Hiroshi, gritting his teeth, lifts Tyler Scott up, and starts going for a double-handed choke bomb. But as he lifts Tyler up in the air with both hands, Tyler, blindly, gropes out with both of his hands in turn. His face is beet red, but he grabs hold of Hiroshi's face and begins trying to gouge his eyes out and push his thumbs into both eyes. Hiroshi's mouth yawns wide in a scream of pain, and he relaxes his grip on Steven's neck... Scott drops down, and gives him a kick to the kneecap that drops Hiroshi to one knee, and then he runs off the ropes, coming in with a Famouser. BOOM! The big man is face down!

Ace Anderson: WHERE THE HELL IS SCOTT GETTING THIS FROM?

Jerry Andrews: He is proving there is no quit in him tonight!

Tyler looks at the momentarily stunned Hiroshi, staring up at the lights on his back, and he flips a look to the crowd. Then, he runs to the ropes, coming off and hitting a running double foot stomp across the chest. But he doesn't stop there... He motions to the crowd, getting them fired up by waving them in, telling them to keep it coming. He points over to the turnbuckle, to the roar of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott is looking to topple the giant. If he can do this, he would find himself climbing the ladder here in Pure Class Wrestling for sure!

Ace Anderson: I... I don't believe it. I don't believe we've ever seen Hiroshi laid out for so long before.

Tyler, worn down from the beating he's taken from Hiroshi, has to take his time as he gingerly climbs to the top rope. He slips for a second, but then makes his way up to the ropes. He sets himself as Hiroshi is still down. He looks from one side of the arena, to the other, and then, he jumps off the top rope... but, Hiroshi Yukio SPRINGS TO LIFE, getting to his feet and decking Scott out of midair with a heavy clotheslining blow that makes Scott do an ugly flip in midair. This takes a lot of out Hiroshi, too, who falls to all fours, then collapses, unable to move, but Tyler, in getting knocked out of midair and doing a complete turn in the air, lands hard and awkwardly on his head and neck. The kind of impact that really makes you wince and worry about them.

Jerry Andrews: YUKIO JUST DRILLED SCOTT OUT OF MIDAIR WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!

Alexa Black has a look of abject disbelief on her face. The Black Widow is over on the side of the ring by the barely moving giant, willing him to get up.

Ace Anderson: This match could go either way now... the speed and toughness of Tyler Scott, he has done everything he can to chip away at the massive strength and armor of Hiroshi... the first man to his feet may gain an advantage here...

The referee is counting both men out, and he is already at a count of 3... 4.... 5... 6.... 7... both men start to stir... 8... both men are pushing themselves up onto all fours... 9... both men are to their feet now, and the crowd is going wild applauding for them.

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe we've kicked off Trauma with such a hellacious match. A testament to seven more years of action like this!

Hiroshi Yukio charges forward, nailing Tyler Scott with a kick to the sternum that floors him. Hiroshi then lifts Tyler up, attempting to put him over his shoulder in position for the sit out Fire Thunder driver, but Tyler Scott, not to be finished, wiggles his legs and kicks off behind Yukio's back. Before Hiroshi can finish the move, Tyler has slipped behind him, pushing him into the turnbuckles and tripping his foot from behind. Hiroshi stumbles forward and connects solidly with the top turnbuckle and he falls off balance. Tyler Scott uses this backward momentum to roll him into a schoolboy, which is of great difficulty with the bulk of Yukio. But at length he has his legs pressing down and the roll up as tight as he can make it.

Jerry Andrews: What is this, he's looking to surprise Hiroshi here.

Ace Anderson: Hiroshi was phased by hitting the turnbuckle, his own size and bulk led to his center of gravity being used against him.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...













THREE!! But just as the referee's hand hits three Hiroshi breaks free of the schoolboy.

The giant and Tyler Scott both recuperate on the mat, looking around and trying to figure out what just happened. The ring announcer is conferring with the referee, and the crowd is buzzing in confusion and anticipation.

Jerry Andrews: What happened?! Hiroshi kicked out... didn't he?

Ace Anderson: I can swear I saw the referee's hand hit the three count. What is his decision going to be?

Jerry Andrews: It has to have been a two count. Hiroshi clearly got free before the final three count.

Ace Anderson: We aren't sitting very far away so I have to question what angle you could possibly have been looking at, partner. I saw a three count.

Hiroshi and Tyler Scott are both on their feet, trying to plead their case to the referee, who orders the bell rung now. The ring announcer shrugs and goes along with it as if it wasn't the call she wouldn't have made.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided that Hiroshi Yukio's shoulders did not clear the mat in time to entirely break the final count... so the winner of this match, by pinfall... TYLER SCOTT!!!

Tyler Scott laughs and shoots a triumphant arm in the air. Hiroshi explodes and Alexa Black yells "WHAT?!" and holds her arms out as Tyler jets out of the ring.

Winner via Pinfall: Tyler Scott

Jerry Andrews: I think the crowd here is as split as everyone else on that ruling, Hiroshi Yukio clearly began kicking out!

Ace Anderson: It was a controversial call to be sure! Nonetheless, Tyler Scott picks up the big win tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Yes, but I can see the look of pure hatred and rage in Alexa Black's eyes, she and her protege are going to be looking for vengeance.

Tyler Scott looks on from the ramp, a big, cocky grin on his face as a seething Alexa and Hiroshi have their heads together, staring him down.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma!

The camera pans across the rabid crowd, pausing to show former PCW star Braddock at ringside!

Ace Anderson: Hey look, it's Braddock!

Braddock mugs at the camera for a moment as the shot zooms out.

Jerry Andrews: Just watching the show or a potential return?

Ace Anderson: Either way, it's great to see him!

Jerry Anderson: Now, ladies and gentlemen, while tonight is certainly a night of celebration, we unfortunately have a very serious matter to discuss right now.

Ace Anderson: That's right. As you've likely already heard, Pure Class Wrestling Owner Luis Malave was murdered leaving a New Year's Eve party in Providence, Rhode Island.

Jerry Andrews: There's no easy way to deal with this horrific news other than to say "The Icemann" will be missed by friends, family, and fans from around the world, as well as our family here at Pure Class Wrestling. Our condolences go out to his family.

Ace Anderson: The Icemann was a visionary guy, and someone who truly shaped this company in his own image. It's going to be tough to carry on without him.

Jerry Andrews: He started out as a professional wrestler, and by the time he retired from in-ring competition, he was a fifty-two time World Champion. Luis has ran or helped run numerous wrestling promotions, such as the HWF: Xtreme, PWA, and IWL. Luis also promoted wrestling events such as the IRITE tournament, but his greatest promotional success came when he founded Pure Class Wrestling.

Ace Anderson: While he wasn't active on PCW TV for years, he certainly inspired us all every day. We will truly miss him.

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!! Introducing first, she weighs in at 110 lbs... 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, usually staring her opponent down if they are in the ring or staring at the back, waiting for them to come out. She climbs a turnbuckle to either wait for her opponent or to anger the crowd more.

Jerry Andrews: Well this girl has really dedicated herself to riling up the fanbase here in the PCW, and it shows, because her middle name is "Trouble."

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but I feel like "Trouble" may have poked one helluva bear with her opponent tonight.

Jerry Andrews: I agree, but she has an added swagger in her step since she aligned herself with Wasp and High Tide.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but I don't see them around anywhere.

Jerry Andrews: Which means maybe Dominator should be watching his back.

Sasha Greene: And her opponent, he weighs in at 365 lbs... accompanied by Horatio Mortimer... the Pure Class Wrestling Underground King... 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 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.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator dwarfs Trouble by almost 200 pounds. How can she even hope to slow him down by herself?

He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight.

Underground Title Match
Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Arica "Trouble" Lewitt
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has been on such a tear lately, flattening the likes of Hiroshi Yukio, Razor Blade, and Gabriel. Tonight he looks to defend his title for possibly a fourth time.

Ace Anderson: And we are underway!

Suddenly Trouble hops off the top rope as she notes that she likes to do in her entrance, taking Dominator off balance with a double knee to the face a la the Boss and riding him down to the mat. Trouble scoots back to her feet as an off guard, taken aback champion rolls to all fours, wiping his mouth. Dominator suddenly lets out a mocking laugh and pounces at Arica Lewitt without caution. Taken by surprise at the full-frontal nature of Dominator’s attack, Trouble falls flat on her back as Dominator flails wildly and apparently uncoordinatedly at Trouble. Some of his punches strike her face whilst others miss their mark. Trouble is able to shove Dominator away from her and quickly gets back up to her feet, but Dominator is up just as fast. He swings a clothesline, Trouble ducks and leaps into the air, nailing a dropkick to Dominator’s chest. Dominator again laughs it off, getting back up with haste and practically begs for more. With a scowl, Trouble leaps at Dominator and flattens him with a Lou Thesz Press before quickly applying an armbar. She wrenches with unrestricted energy, Dominator lets out an agonising howl of ecstasy. The will to harm Dominator is evident in Trouble’s eyes as she drives her elbow into the inside of Dominator’s own elbow.

Ace Anderson: She’s not holding back!

Jerry Andrews: Trouble is brash, uninhibited, and showing herself to be a real hellcat tonight.

Trouble eventually relents and releases Dominator, but is quickly back up to her feet and begins giving Dominator field goal kicks to the midsection. Dominator rolls onto his front and receives a huge kick to the ribs. Trouble takes a step back, allowing Dominator get back up to his feet. Dominator sways a little before smirking crazily at Trouble. He begins to charge towards her, but Trouble drop toeholds Dominator, sending him face first into the mat. She follows up with a leg drop across the back of the head. She goes for the cover, but thinks better of it. She kicks and stomps Dominator just a little more, as he is able to block out the pain enough to start getting to all fours. Trouble goes for a hanging neckbreaker on the big man, but his power and bulk is able to easily shove her off, sizing her up for a quick second and nailing the recovering Trouble with a hard shoulder block that takes James down with a flat bump. He then takes Trouble in his clutches and tosses him into the ropes but Trouble ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and rebounds a second time, but then ducks underneath yet another clothesline attempt, begetting another rebound. On that rebound, Trouble dives clean over Dominator's head into a front roll-turned handspring as she hits the ropes and surprises Dominator with the sudden handspring back elbow! The giant goes down yet again. This time Trouble is satisfied she's done enough damage.

The referee: One...

Dominator throws his shoulder up perhaps on instinct, but also perhaps out of sheer adrenaline from Trouble forcing his heart to work extra hard this early in the match. Dominator tries to kick start that heart by pounding the mat as he gets back to his feet, only to be immediately greeted by Trouble leaping up with a clean enziguiri. To this crowd's utter delight Dominator becomes stupefied before falling like an oak through the middle ropes and to the floor, Trouble pulling out all the stops. As Dominator tumbles, the crowd is completely behind Trouble, who takes this moment to do devil horns and sticking her tongue out brattishly. Dominator recovers, giving the young girl a look of intense distain as he tries to bring himself up from the floor while clutching the ring lip. While he’s coming up, he sees the crowd absorbed Trouble acknowledging the people, so he lifts up the ring skirt and pulls out a steel chair, unbeknownst to Miss Arica Lewitt. He looks to get busy already, but he acts as though he’s more hurt than he’s letting on, keeping the chair low and hiding it under Trouble’s view. All Trouble see’s is another opportunity to get fired up, as she charges towards the ropes looking for the tope suicida…RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! DOMINATOR DUPES TROUBLE INTO DIVING RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR!!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD, TROUBLE HIT THAT CHAIR STRAIGHT ON!

Ace Anderson: Her momentum stopped just like that, Andrews. That girl could be concussed, or worse.

Dominator throws the chair aside and clubs Trouble over the back again and again. The much smaller competitor is floored and can do nought but fall limply to the arena floor. Dominator paces over to the fans sitting at ringside, hurling abuse at them, and then he lifts Trouble up by the hair and the seat of her shorts and throws her violently over the guardrail. Trouble flings into the front row and knocks over some people hard enough that our company's lawyers might be worried about being held liable. Trouble is too hurt from the chair shot to respond as she's down among the mass of fans. Dominator turns back to the ring apron, pulling it up. He finds a barbed wire board, and shoves that aside on the floor, thinking that was a heavier artillery weapon to be used later. He does select a kendo stick, and turns back to Trouble, who is slumped and pulling herself up on the security guardrail. Dominator grips the kendo stick in both hands and swings down, smacking Trouble with it across the neck and shoulder. Then he pulls her out into the aisle. He has her under one arm in a cocky way, holding the other arm out and motioning to the crowd to give him some noise.

Jerry Andrews: I don't like Dominator's intentions here. Is he going to suplex Trouble onto the floor?

Whatever he intended to do next, Trouble finds a way out of it, however. She pulls her head free, hitting Dominator in the kidneys consecutive times. She then grabs the kendo stick from out of his hands. Instead of whacking him with it, however, Trouble waits until an annoyed Dominator turns around and starts charging him with it. She then drops down and jams the kendo stick between his moving legs, acting like sticking a jam in the spokes of a bicycle wheel. Dominator is tripped up by the kendo stick, and he stumbles forward, his momentum turning against him as he finally falls.... ACROSS THE BARBED WIRE BOARD HE HAD LAID OUT! Dominator lands chest and left arm first in the barbed wire! Dominator groans loudly in extreme pain, and blood is already running down his arm.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator got tripped, he almost went face first into that barbed wire!

Ace Anderson: Ughhh, he's trying to pull the barbs out of his skin. It's sickening.

Dominator hauls himself out of the barbed wire, gritting his teeth in pain. As he is getting up, Trouble uses this moment to attack him again and again with the kendo stick, blistering him with shot after shot that echoes through the arena. Dominator can only use one arm to cover up his head from the assault but the strikes are coming from multiple angles. Finally, Trouble breaks the kendo stick over Dominator's head. Dominator slumps against the apron with one arm. Trouble uses her foot to push the barbed wire board out of their area and she grips Dominator by the hair, slamming his head off the apron. She attempts to roll him in the ring. However, Dominator's bulk is too much for the 110 pound Trouble to lift all the way. She is working on pushing his huge thigh up onto the apron when Dominator comes back to life. He clubs her off. Dominator grabs Trouble by her hair and lifts her face off the mat, before thrusting it back down into the aisle, rubbing her face into the mat over the concrete.

Jerry Andrews: Trouble cannot get too swept up in trying to muscle Dominator around. Even in small things like lifting him back into the ring. She has to find a way to keep him off balance.

Ace Anderson: I agree, but she has to finish him in the ring, or none of this will matter.

Now it's Dominator who throws Trouble in the ring with ease. Dominator places his knee in place of his hand for a momentum, before lifting his knee into the air. Trouble barely manages to roll away before the knee strikes, which instead hits the mat. Trouble wipes her face as if to cleanse herself from the pain as Dominator takes a moment to survey the face of Trouble, not at all tainted with blood to his annoyance. Trouble decides to change the pace of the match, offering for Dominator to test his strength against her. Dominator tilts his head, perplexed by such a notion but smiling coldly.

Jerry Andrews: The 110 lb Trouble wants to test her muscle against a super heavyweight monster? That last shot to the head must have scrambled her mind!

Ace Anderson: Don’t be so sure, Jerry. She spells Trouble for her opponents, after all.

Jerry Andrews: You are enjoying the Trouble puns a little too much.

Dominator easily begins to force Trouble back towards the ropes, but Trouble suddenly drives her foot between Dominator’s legs. Dominator howls once again, before laughing sadistically and glaring back at Trouble, delivering a thunderous headbutt to the cranium of Trouble. In shock at how Dominator could possibly still be standing from the shot to the nuts, Trouble repeats the attack. This time, she immediately pulls Dominator towards her and allows herself to fall back, monkey flipping Dominator right between the ropes and into the barbed wire on the outside!

Ace Anderson: HELL YEAH! What did I tell you!?

Jerry Andrews: And again, Dominator is being ripped apart by metal barbs!!

Trouble catches her breath on the inside of the ring as Dominator arches his back to lift it from the tacks and glass. He lets out a wail as he clears an area of the outside with his taped hand and pushes himself up, dusting himself off. Dominator looks back at Trouble and begins to smirk as he notices Trouble slide one of the flattened tables into the center of the ring. Trouble beckons for Dominator to re-enter the ring. Dominator smirks for a moment, before dragging another table from his side of the ring under the ropes and lays it at the base of the ring post.

Jerry Andrews: What is going through their minds here?

Ace Anderson: Something bad… something savage… I LOVE IT!

Dominator does not thick twice as he slips beneath the barbed wire ropes and slowly gets back up to his feet. Trouble and Dominator seem to circle around the the glass covered table before Trouble backs up and suddenly launches herself into the air after taking a small run-up, wrapping her legs around Dominator’s head and looks to hit a hurricanrana, but Dominator stands firm, Trouble hangs down over Dominator’s front. Dominator uses his strength to haul Trouble up onto his shoulders and looks to hit a powerbomb, but Trouble instinctively begins to punch Dominator in the head. Dominator staggers backwards, but instead places his hands on Trouble’s buttocks and hits an "Alley oop" variation that sends Trouble flying over the ropes and onto the barbed wire board.

Jerry Andrews: What a counter by Dominator!

Ace Anderson: OH NO! Trouble!

Trouble screams as her body is shredded by the sticking barbs. Dominator holds his arms up in the ring and roars before climbing the turnbuckle where the table has been removed from. He stares down at Trouble, who is trying to use the side of the steel guardrail to help herself up. Dominator clasps both his hands together and holds them high above his head, throwing himself from the top turnbuckle and hits a double axe handle right to the skull of Trouble! The sheer height that Dominator fell from causes him to roll through the landing, the litter around the ring tearing into his flesh once more as Trouble lays face down.

Ace Anderson: I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. He’s one sick son of a bitch!

Dominator seems to take even more enjoyment by rolling back and forth in a patch of shrapnel before finally picking himself up using the ring apron for leverage. Trouble holds the back of her head painfully. Dominator swings a punch at Trouble, but she sidesteps, sending Dominator’s fist straight into the steel ringpost. Dominator shouts and holds his hand in agony. Trouble quickly grabs Dominator’s head and shoves him face first into the steel ringpost. Dominator bounces back, but Trouble shoves him again and this time grips both of his arms, torturously pulling them behind his back in a curb stomping motion and placing her heel against the back of his head. She uses all the strength she's got to squash his face into the steel while pulling his arms back. Dominator finally executes a back elbow to escape Trouble’s attack and kicks her in the gut. Dominator takes the folded glass topped table from in the ring and just uses it to batter Trouble down. Trouble keels over as Dominator grabs her by the head. Suddenly, Trouble knees Dominator in the gut. Dominator maintains his headlock, but a second and consecutive third quickly forces him to release her. Trouble throws a sudden roundhouse kick that hits its mark right to the side of Dominator’s head. Dominator sways and falls into the side of the aisle, barely able to keep his footing. Trouble shuffles to one side before laying in to the side of his temple with a thunderous Super Trouble and or superkick. Dominator does not fall, so Trouble gives him yet another super kick.

Ace Anderson: She's just as determined as Dominator!

Jerry Andrews: That's the point she's trying to make, Ace! Dominator and Trouble are playing the same game, but who will be the better of the two tonight?

Trouble grabs Dominator by the head and runs at the steel guardrail. She literally bull dogs Dominator, so that she goes OVER the guardrail and into the front row again and Dominator face plants across the metal bar. Dominator, his face potentially broken, can only slump across the guardrail. Trouble, bleeding and hurt but trying to keep her momentum, pulls herself up, clubbing Dominator violently. Dominator responds by lifting her up onto his shoulders, but Trouble continues throwing wild punches down at his head. Dominator begins to fall forward, but begins to run with Trouble still on his shoulders. He heads for the steel ring post and suddenly throws Trouble with all his might at the ring post, but Trouble is still able to guide Dominator face first into the steel ring post, but there is a sickening crack at Trouble’s shoulder hits the ring post. She screams horrifically as she hits the slick ground, holding the impacted shoulder shouting that it's dislocated. The referee rushes to Trouble’s aid, checking her condition and helps her to sit upright, her left arm hanging limply down at her side.

Ace Anderson: Oh my God!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has just dislocated Arica Lewitt’s shoulder! And Dominator’s head has quite possibly DENTED the steel ring post! This match might be at an abrupt end!

The referee is signalling for paramedics to rush down to the scene. Sure enough, a paramedic team armed with stretchers and medical equipment rush towards the ringside area Finally, the paramedics are inside to help treat Trouble, who begin to talk to Trouble who is desperately trying to get back up to her feet, but the referee and the medical team are keeping her placed. She is begging for them to let her continue, but they professionally refuse. Suddenly, Dominator is back up to his feet, his face now bleeding from multiple cuts and scrapes. Dominator lunges at the paramedics, pouncing on one of them and hurling the man aside. His companions and work colleagues do their best to haul Dominator away, but he continues to thrash around. The referee stays with Trouble, ensuring that she is safe. Suddenly, Trouble gets back up to her feet... and superkicks him in the face!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Super Trouble!!

Jerry Andrews: Where is she pulling this from?!

Trouble springs forward and hits a straight forward side kick right to the face of Dominator. As some of the paramedics check on the assaulted colleague. Trouble flexes her formerly injured arm, trying to get the blood pumping through her veins once more. Dominator is pushing himself back up onto his feet, his mouth covered by his hand. Trouble clenches her fist and angrily charges towards Dominator, shoving the referee and the paramedics to one side. Suddenly, Dominator, having extracted a black bag from a certain hiding space under the ring, comes out with a handful of glittering, pointed tacks, and he flings them as soon as Trouble gets in proximity right into her eyes. Trouble shouts in surprise and agony at the scratching of her face and eyes, trying to avoid being suddenly blinded. Dominator grabs Trouble and finally rolls her back into the ring. The referee, returns into the ring as well as Dominator reaches under the ring for more hardcore implements... and he selects one steel chair, throwing it in the ring, then he yanks up the apron, finding a second steel chair. He throws that in as well. Dominator searches around for Trouble, finding Trouble waiting for him in the ring. He gets on the apron, looking to reach over the top rope and pull her from all fours to a position to suplex her off the apron, but suddenly Trouble does a mini superkick to kick Dominator's knee out from under him. Dominator totters on the apron, on one leg, while he holds up the leg that was just kicked. This causes him to overbalance and hang over the top rope. Trouble then takes him down the hard way with a modified cutter from the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Trouble again suckers Dominator in and plants him. She has him in the ring! Go for the cover, Trouble!

With the crowd in full support, Trouble looks ready to go hardcore now, as he slides back into the ring with the chair in hand, but she doesn’t thwack Dominator with it. Instead, she erects it in the center ring and pulls the still reeling Dominator back to his feet, short arm whipping him and pulling him back into a drop toehold…RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! Dominator’s nose gets driven into the chair and swings the match right back into Dean’s favor. Trouble takes a look at the downed and now busted open Dominator and readjusts the chair before rebounding off the ropes, leaping over the chair, then spring boarding over the chair…TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! The impact causes Trouble to bounce off Dominator’s body and grip her ribs in pain, but she sucks it up enough to cover….

The referee and the crowd: ONE…









TWO...









THRE…No! Dominator finds a way out!

As the crowd throws its hands up, Lewitt’s mannerisms seem to be a bit disappointed that she couldn’t put Dominator away on that as she looks up to our official who holds only a two count on his fingers, but Trouble looks to perhaps try another triple jump move as he rebounds off of the ropes again and looks to leap over the chair when Dominator momentarily springs to life with a straight boot to Trouble's knees in mid-air, sending TROUBLE FACE RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

Ace Anderson: I think that should be called "Surprise Dental Surgery"...

Dominator wastes no time going feral and trying for another pin –

The referee and the crowd: ONE…









TWO…









THRE- No!

Dominator noticeably gets a bit more vicious as he yanks Trouble up to her feet and positions himself near the still erect chair before shoving the small fighter and getting the double under hook set up, setting for a tiger driver on the chair but James averts the danger by flipping all the way through the move and turning it into a sunset flip. Amazingly, she is able to pull the 365-pounder down into the pin.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...









THRE - No!

Dominator is able to roll backwards out of that one, but as he does, he’s greeted by a charging Arica Lewitt, whom Dominator promptly spins behind before lifting her up…BACK SUPLEX ON THE ERECT CHAIR!! WOW!! If we thought Trouble's skull was messed up in the early going, it’s her spine that's undoubtedly contorted here. The chair itself mirrors this, as Trouble's weight dropping on it has contorted it in a way it should not be bent. Dominator kicks the bent chair out of the way, and then he snarls angrily. He walks over and lifts up the glass topped table, unfolding it. It is a metal frame and a pane of glass, that's all. He sets it up in the ring... and then, with Horatio Mortimer's blessing, he is handed the black bag, and he begins pouring the remainder of the tacks onto the glass topped table. Trouble is insensate and barely able to recover after being destroyed by and also destroying the steel chair. Dominator has evil intentions glinting in his eyes as he spreads out the tacks on top of the glass table, then he looks down at Trouble with the eye of a cobra sizing up it's prey.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no, Dominator has evil intentions here... and Trouble can't get anywhere away from that table or those tacks in time.

Ace Anderson: DO SOMETHING, TROUBLE! GET OUT OF THERE!

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe we're celebrating 7 years of Pure Class Wrestling with this... this unadulterated barbarism.

Dominator is going to hook Trouble for a chokeslam, and he walks her around the ring, shouting choice words to the crowd. Finally, the crowd stirs mightily, as they see help coming to the rescue, Jules "Wasp" Martens is coming down to the ring. He has a look of utter outrage on his face and he points at Dominator. Wasp is holding a steel chair in his hand.

Jerry Andrews: Trouble's running mate Wasp seems to be entering the fray!

However, Wasp is stopped from coming past the midway point of the ramp because High Tide has run down to meet him, and he starts holding Wasp back, telling him to let Trouble fight on her own. The crowd doesn't know what to make of what goes on here.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell, why is High Tide holding Wasp back?!

Ace Anderson: Would YOU want to get in there with Dominator right now?!

Dominator snarls and waves off Wasp and High Tide, he turns Trouble back, the glass topped table with tacks spread out over it waits in the corner. However, he lifts Trouble high in the air for a chokeslam, but Trouble spins out of it in mid air. She then grabs the head, and runs off the ropes, before dropping into the corner with a shiranui, dragging Dominator head first down across the table with whiplash force. Trouble puts Dominator THROUGH THE GLASS TOPPED TABLE!! The glass pane breaks into many pieces, and the tacks embed themselves in both of their backs and Dominator's chest along with every shard of glass. The two competitors lay amid the metal frame of the exploded glass, but Trouble is able to slump over and push Dominator over onto his back.

Jerry Andrews: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Ace Anderson: Trouble pulled Dominator down in mid air, and drove him down through the table with Trouble from Above!!

Jerry Andrews: The glass and those tacks have embedded themselves deep in their skin, both of them are bleeding like stuck pigs!

Wasp and High Tide have both stopped shoving each other and stare, agog in amazement, at what they just witnessed. Hell, so does the referee. The crowd is going wild, chanting, "HOLY SHIT". Trouble, still trying to hold herself together after all that blood and shrapnel went into her skin, slumps an arm over Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: I'm amazed that Trouble can move and that she hasn't severed any tendons on that glass.

Ace Anderson: They've both lost enough blood from this to stockpile the Red Cross, how does she have any energy to do anything?!

The referee makes sure he doesn't slip on the blood and can find a place to slap the mat that doesn't have glass or tacks, counting.

The referee and the crowd: ONE.....









TWO...









THREE -

KICKOUT!

Wasp and High Tide both stare in disbelief and Wasp throws his hands up, knowing he should have intervened. Trouble is face down on the mat, breathing shallowly and looking pained and desperate. Dominator is barely clinging to life amid the ruins of the twisted metal table legs.

Jerry Andrews: It seems like every Underground Title defense from Dominator raises the bar on violence, on destruction, and somehow the big man is still alive.

Ace Anderson: It has to take it's toll and wear him down after a time, though. The only question is, what else can Trouble do to end this match?!

Wasp is walking down to the ring, trying to slide the chair in, but Trouble shouts at him, saying that she wants to do this on her own. She is slurred and loopy from blood loss, but she waves him back and struggles to stand on legs that aren't communicating well. Wasp yells at her in frustration, telling her to listen to him. Trouble doesn't wait to listen, instead charging towards Dominator, who has pushed himself among the wreckage to an all-fours stance. However, just when Trouble is about to collide with Dominator and hit a dropkick, Dominator springs to life, catching her in midair and hooking her, then dropping back with a hellacious lifted reverse STO in one fluid, and devastating motion. The big man looks stricken as he freezes, flinching from his many bloody glass, tack and barbed wire wounds, but he finally plants one hand down on her chest in a dominant pin. Wasp and High Tide look on, horrified.

Jerry Andrews: No! No!!

Ace Anderson: Trouble ran right in and was destroyed by the Anachronism. And the Underground Champion makes a statement with that pin.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...









THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING UNDERGROUND KING... DOMINATOR!!

"Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin begins playing on the PA and an exhausted and badly wounded Dominator snatches the title belt, holding his bloody arm gingerly. Horatio Mortimer comes into the ring to help the champion out of there as Wasp runs in to check on Arica Lewitt.

Winner via Pinfall: Dominator

Jerry Andrews: Well Trouble gave Dominator one of the best fights I've seen put up in the Underground division, but she came up short.

Ace Anderson: Another classic title defense from one of the most ruthless, destructive, well, dominant forces in Pure Class Wrestling today, the Underground King, Dominator.

Wasp helps Trouble get to a seated position. She has tears in her eyes as she looks up, seeing Dominator, holding his title, walking up the ramp.

“NO TOR I OUS!”

For the first time in 2018, as the words echo in the rafters, each syllable slams onto the PCWTron in large, red letters. The entire arena erupts into boisterous and rambunctious energy that tests the very seams of the Pure Class Arena.
And, then, again; only this time, with all in attendance in unison, LOUDER!

“NO TOR I OUS!”

...only for a few moments, the entire arena goes dark, before the LEDs of cellular and other mobile devices rise and fall over the sea of fans.

“SO NOTORIOUS!”

As the music kicks in, a multicolored light show with spotlights, beams of light and razors above the stage, the ring and the fans. The rowdy fans are jumping, stomping and clapping to the beat and singing along with every word.

“Here we go!” Jerry Andrews yells into his headset, he is standing with the Faithful, cheering and anticipating Notorious.

They don't leave the suspense hanging much longer as Johnny Matthews steps out from behind the curtain and, an already roaring crowd, is thunderous. Matthews stands steadfast at the top of the ramp, a Cheshire grin under dark-tinted shades, absorbing the cheers. In black Harley-Davidson Badlands under black, boot-cut Timberlands with a black T-shirt that reads, “#BetOnGamble” across the shoulders in red backwood-syle lettering, Matthews turns back to the curtain inviting his partner, the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, Justin “Stormm” Michaels to join him and all of their wild friends. Michaels blows through the curtain in a slick, expensive, custom-tailored suit. Like his orange aviators, the golden plates of the North American Championship belt reflect the rock concert lighting around them.

“There they are Ace!” Andrews shouts to Ace Anderson, his broadcast partner, who could care less about any of the men on the stage. “And they aren't alone.”

While Matthews and Michaels share a fist bump and work the crowd on each side of the ramp, a very tall, Gronk-built solid, young man steps out behind them. He's in Mossy Oak, from the Aussie-style fedora on his head, a black T-shirt with the infamous “N” in camouflage on the chest, tactical pants and a pair of Arctic Hunter IIs on his feet.

“That's Matthew Gamble,” Anderson claims to Andrews’ astonishment. “He used to work security for Viva… sorry, Matthews.”

Gamble doesn't follow too close at all, but he does trail Michaels and Matthews down the ramp, watching with everyone else, as the duo
bump fists and shake hands on their way to the ring.

At ringside, Matthews gives a noogie to a child in the front row and then poses for selfies with the child's family and friends. He jerks Michaels over into the shots; Notorious gives the small fan in the front row an experience he will never forget.

“That is why you have to experience Pure Class Wrestling live, folks,” Andrews addresses, the television audience and ticket sales.

Matthews goes up the ring steps while Michaels dives under the bottom rope. Long before Matthews is wiping his boots on the outside apron, Michaels has sprung directly up to his feet. Michaels goes to the corner and bounds up onto the middle turnbuckle while Matthews ducks between the top and middle ropes, entering the ring. While Michaels amps the crowd in the corner, Matthews goes directly to the center of the pandemonium.

“If anyone out there can hear me,” Andrews struggles, “Notorious has arrived in two-thousand eighteen.”

Matthews reaches around to the right rear pocket of his jeans and produces a microphone. He raises it to his lips, but it would be ridiculous to believe he would even be heard, he drops it to his hip and throws his index finger of the opposite hand into the air. It takes some time, maybe a minute or two, but the crowd calms.

“Thank you,” Matthews begins, “I would just like a moment of silence.”

Michaels joins his brother-in-law in the center of the ring and they bow their heads. The crowd and their guest, standing at ringside, all join Notorious in their moment.

“If not for the Icemann,” Matthews breaks the silence, “I may never have been so, um, vivacious. He gave me my shot.” Matthews looks up, into the rafters, “Thanks, Lou.”

“Didn't he urinate on Louis’ desk?” Anderson wonder aloud.

“Yes,” Andrews confirms, “he also caught the old Pure Class Entertainment offices on fire.”

“As they say though,” Matthews continues, “the show must go on. And that's what we intend to do.”

“Everyone knows that we have stol…”

“No!” Matthews cuts his partner off, “we are in possession of the…”

“Yes,” Michaels agrees, “we are in possession of the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship belt.”

“We know,” Matthews nods, “Kyle Shane, ‘the champion’, wants it back. We understand that and we are going to give him his chance.”

“A better chance than he and his partner have at winning tonight,” Michaels shrugs, driving the point with a smirk.

“Tonight,” Matthews explains, “if Kyle Shane would like to come down here to the ring, we are going to play a game of chance.”

Matthews and Michaels turn to the stage. They wait a minute or more before the crowd gets anxious and starts chanting, “Kyle Shane”. Matthews claps with each syllable encouraging the chant.

“Okay,” Matthews starts again, “maybe after we explain the game, he'll want to come down.”

“He's probably embarrassed to be seen without the title,” Michaels taunts.

“That's okay,” Matthews reaches into his jacket and pulls out a piece of cardboard folded over twice, unfolding it to reveal a picture of the title belt taped to the cardboard, “I brought him this to wear in the meanwhile.”

The crowd chants, “PAY-PER-CHAM-PION!”

Again, the duo pause and look up the ramp, no response after nearly a minute. Both shrug, surprised, confused at this point.

“Maybe he’s ashamed of his partner…”

That did it.

“In The Morning And Amazing” by Circa Survive hits, and it is a very intent Kyle Shane that comes through the curtains. If you picture the head space Eminem was in going into the final battle in 8 Mile, that’s about the level of intensity Kyle is exuding. None of the boisterous confidence or smug, smarky showmanship is evident, just a thousand mile stare at Notorious in the ring as he walks down. He is wearing a black Affliction hoodie with the hood drawn up. He notices Gamble at ringside with a cock of his head, but he passes without incident.

“Welcome to our little party,” Matthews greets, “or game of chance if you're interested in getting your title back.”

Kyle looks like he would rather choke both of them as he smiles acidly.

“The only game I’m interested in playing is alternating bouncing your heads together and seeing which one jumps higher.”

“No need to get hyper, Chump,” Michaels attempts to ease Shane, “we will get a chance to hit each other later. This is your shot to get that belt back.”

“Oh, the belt that you COULDN’T WIN? The belt that you had TWO SEPARATE CHANCES TO BECOME NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR?” Kyle leans in on every word, making sure they feel the emphasis to Michaels that this entire sad charade is covering up the fact that he’s a loser.

“The belt you only stole because you couldn’t hold it in your hands ANY OTHER WAY? Yes, please, I’d like that back.”

“Okie dokie, then, it's pretty simple,” Matthews explains, “and, if I say so myself, pretty fair. Do you want to hear more?”

Kyle rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I find it amusing that you think this is going to be according to your rules when it’s all said and done, but since I am both always about the game and ridiculously petty, sure, what are your ‘terms’?”

“Aight, then,” Matthews claps, “what a great sport you are. We will play like this: over the holiday, Justin and I took your belt to several popular destinations around the world…”

“Something you can't do with such a title,” Michaels rolls his eyes.

“I will give you a clue about one of the places,” Matthews continues, “you get one guess as to ‘Where In the World Was the World Championship?’ and, if you guess correctly, I will give you an easier clue as to where that belt is right now. Kosher?”

“And if I'm wro…”

“If you are wrong,” Matthews interrupts, “chance may still be in your favor because I have brought a fan…” Matthews points to Gamble and gets a cross look from Shane, clearly he's recognized the ‘fan’. “I will give him a clue and, if he guesses correctly, he can chose between front row tickets to the next PCW pay-per-view OR he can get a clue to give you as to where the title is.”

“His choice,” Michaels affirms.

“So,” Matthews attempts to give Shane the cardboard title, “do you wish to play?”

“Only if the bonus round involves kicking you in the taint, you thirty-nine year old sellout.” Kyle retorts with a big, phony grin.

Matthews’ brow very obviously twitches and he grinds his teeth, choking down the urge to make holes in that grin Shane flashing. Instead, he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans once more, producing his pack of cigarettes and middle-finger Zippo. It is as clear as the tension is thick, “sellout” stung.

“Matthews is speechless,” Anderson laughs.

After a long first drag, his emeralds no doubt rolling in his head as he releases the smoke in the small distance between himself and the champion.

“Okay,” Matthews composes himself, “here's your first clue: What is the only continent to have land of both the prime meridian and the equator?”

“Do I get to call a friend?” Shane mocks, “South America, who cares?”

Matthews looks and Michaels, both shrug, Matthews shakes his head, “No, we haven't been to South America yet. Sorry…” Shane is chest to chest with Matthews, leaving barely any room for Matthews to flip ashes. “You agreed…”

“Listen,” the Champion is face to face with the Man in Black, “you can play all the games you want. One way or,” Shane turns to glare at Michaels, “another, I will get my belt back.”

“You still have a chance,” Matthews claims, waving Gamble in the ring.

“No,” Shane shakes his head, “no, I don't. I'm not an idiot and understand me,” Shane chest shoves Matthews backward, “that's the only reason I'm leaving ‘without incident’ right now. Got it?”

“Sure, Chump,” Michaels scowls, “whatever you say.”

Gamble holds the ropes for Shane as he exits then, Gamble enters the ring. Matthews collects himself, dusting his shirt and pulling nicotine from the coffin nail. Gamble and Matthews meet in the center of the ring.

“I think he knew that you aren't the everyday fan,” Matthews and Gamble shake hands, “did you know the answer though?” Gamble shakes his head, no. “I guess it really doesn't matter,” Matthews laughs, “that wasn't your clue. I was going to ask you, where do lions come from?”

“Africa,” Gamble answers.

“Bravo,” Matthews applauds, “while it doesn't matter now, you get front row tickets, but I have to ask: would you have taken tickets or given him a clue?”

“That there is the Champion of the World,” Gamble says, “I’ma purdy dang sure, if I gave’im a clue, he'd gets me all the tickets I’d ev’r want.”

“Too bad for the Chump,” Michaels smirks.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Matthews holds Gamble’s arm up, “the winner, Matthew Gamble.” Matthews let loose of Gamble’s wrist. “This guy has busted his ass for two years; initially, he came to the Academy to learn and now he helps teach.”

“As you watched and heard,” Michaels adds, “he's a decent, stand-up guy.”

“One day,” Matthews continues, “maybe we will see the big guy chasing the belt here in Pure Class Wrestling.”

“Oh,” Gamble’s eyes are the size of dodgeballs, “wouldn't that be sumptin’?”

“He has his first match in New York next week,” Matthews prompts.

“Yeah, Buddy,” Gamble nods, “good enough guy that gots dealt a bad draw, I’ma goin’ in to win.”

“While you are cutting your teeth abroad,” Matthews slaps Gamble on the shoulder, “we will be watching.”

“We have a match to prepare for,” Michaels snaps, ending the fun.

All three men bump fists and amp the crowd up as “Notorious” by Adelitas Way hits the speakers.

“Folks,” Andrews breaks in, “we have to go to a commercial.”

Sasha Greene: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Sasha Greene: Hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs two-hundred and seventeen pounds, here is GRIMM!

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.

Sasha Greene: Introducing Next…

He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans

Sasha Greene: From Orlando, Florida. Weighing two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, RAZOR BLADE!

In walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.

Sasha Greene: And their 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.

Sasha Greene: From Biloxi, Mississippi. He weighs two-hundred and 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 the match to start.

Triple Threat Match
Grimm vs Razor Blade vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

DING!
DING!
DING!

The sound of the bell ushers in the first triple threat match of the new year. The Big Dog himself sets his sights on the Hangtown Horror, who bores a hole through his protected chest with pale blue eyes. That’s a mistake. Tyrone Smith surprises the powerhouse with a sudden clothesline, taking him over the top rope and onto the floor. Crazy Boy smirks at Grimm and then takes his offense to the air. He comes careening on top of Razor Blade with a springboard plancha. Crazy Boy sends him back first into the ring apron. That is followed by an introduction to mister guardrail. All the while, Phinehas Grimm remains inside of the ring. Waiting.

The man who likes to challenge people like someone trying to fill a dance card, Razor Blade, fires off a strong right hand that hits its mark just under the chin of Crazy Boy. It temporarily stuns him, but affords enough of an opportunity for Razor to gain the advantage. Tyrone is ran into the ring post. But wait! He absorbs the impact and turns the tide in his favor with a DDT. Razor is pulled by his hair and flung into the ring. The wait is over. Grimm rushes him to the corner, scoring with a brutal avalanche. With Razor seated, Grimm puts the boots to him, but only after he rips his chest protector off. Tyrone re-enters the ring. He sneaks around Grimm so that he can get his licks in.

You can guess how it ends, right?

Grimm, taking slight offense, yanks Crazy Boy back. That is reciprocated with an elbow to the mouth. Grimm shakes it off and fires off a nasty looking headbutt between the eyes. Crazy Boy falls against the ropes. Grimm throws in some body shots for good measure. Tyrone finds himself being whipped across the ring. Back body drop! No, the Crazy One lands on his feet. He keeps forward momentum going. The ropes are used as a springboard. He flies with a dropkick, taking down Grimm. Razor Blade explodes out of nowhere with a running forearm smash that finds its mark on the right ear of Crazy Boy. Razor mounts Tyrone and begins throwing rights and lefts like there’s no tomorrow. He moves over to Grimm, catching him with a palm strike.

Jerry Andrews: Every man has had a chance now to take control of the match. But for how long?

Ace Anderson: That depends on Grimm, really. He has beaten both of these men before, and if one is to take his track record into account, is going to wreck their 2018.

Jerry Andrews: What if they made a New Years Resolution to have a better year?

Grimm is clotheslined in the corner. Staggered, but not down. Tyrone is caught like an incoming missile. He’s thrown into Grimm, where Razor then unloads a flurry of clotheslines, sandwiching the opposition together. Tyrone is swung to the far side. Razor Blade spears him in the gut for his troubles. He spins around and charges Grimm. Spear---Blocked! Grimm kicks him upright and then aggressively flings him shoulder first into the ring post with enough force to drive him out of the ring. Crazy Boy gets pressed in the air and driven into the mat with a samoan drop. Grimm goes for a pin.

1!

2!

Kickout.

Grimm looks unimpressed by the pin count and just slightly annoyed by the actual kickout. Grimm pulls Crazy Boy up, sending him to the ropes with an irish whip. Razor Blade takes him down face first from outside of the ring. He drags him out and propels him with a hip toss. Razor partially rolls Crazy Boy under the bottom rope, but keeps his head pointed out. He gets a running charge and launches into an intended dropkick. Grimm drags Crazy Boy out of the way, forcing Razor to miss his target. He meets Razor with a knee to the face, knocking him onto the floor. When Phinehas returns to zero in on Crazy Boy, he takes a heel kick for his troubles. The resurgent mainstay peppers Grimm with knife edge chops. He then gets himself a handful of ginger beard, reaches back, and pops him with a closed fist. Grimm uses the ropes to get away from harm.

Crazy Boy pulls him into a neckbreaker. He gets up with enough time to duck under an incoming clothesline from Razor Blade. Crazy Boy lands a scissors kick. He returns to Grimm by running him face first into the turnbuckles. He throws haymakers, which are partially blocked via covering up. Grimm is pulled to the middle of the ring, where he sets up for a Russian leg sweep. Razor Blade annihilates those plans with a double shoulder block. With a loud roar and new found energy, Razor Blade is in position to reap the benefits of being on offense. Scoop powerslam to Grimm! Scoop powerslam to Crazy Boy! Razor brings both men up for a double noggin knocker. They disperse in opposite directions. Razor swings Crazy Boy into a pop up powerbomb. He spins around to Grimm, greeting him with a spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: The Big Dog is loose and running wild!

Ace Anderson: Somebody call animal control. Pure Class Wrestling is a safe working environment. We won’t stand for mutts roaming free like that.

Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!

Ace Anderson: Only when it’s last call!

Razor drapes both men across the bottom rope. He rolls outside and this time, hits the drive by! He’s quickly inside and crouched in the corner. The intensity is palatable from Razor Blade. He anxiously waits to uncoil. Both men make it back to their feet, favoring their heads from the running dropkicks. Razor charges in. SPEAR! Down goes Crazy Boy. Grimm has enough ring presence to capitalize on this. He runs Razor Blade into the corner as hard as he possibly can, halting any further momentum from coming his way. With the air driven out of his body, Grimm introduces Razor Blade to the Foddershock! Grimm goes for the pinfall.

1!

2!

What MAY have been a three is stopped by a diving Crazy Boy. The two men work their way up to a back-and-forth slugfest. Grimm kicks Tyrone in the gut, backs up, and nails him with a savate kick. Crazy Boy falls against the ropes. He rebounds off the momentum with a big boot, spinning Grimm around on his heels. SPEAR! Razor Blade damn near slices Grimm in two with the sudden impact move. The sound is loud enough to draw the cheering crowd into a collective OHHH! Tyrone hoists Razor Blade up in rapid succession, launching into an airplane spin. It’s finished with a samoan drop at the end, a trademark move that he likes to call Crazy Airlines! All three men are down and the count is on. By the counts of seven and eight, the trio are able enough to continue the match. They all throw their best shots at one another, and find nothing but blocks. Phinehas pulls Razor Blade into Crazy Boy, knocking their faces into each other. He blasts Crazy Boy with a Dead Reckoning! Razor Blade gets a Lament Configuration! And the pale blue eyed Phinehas Grimm, of Hangtown, Kentucky, stands triumphant over his fallen opponents.

Jerry Andrews: Phinehas has had enough of toying around and is in prime position now to do what he does best.

Ace Anderson: Get ready Jerry, because history is going to repeat itself. For all of the chest thumping trash talk, Grimm sees through it all and goes about his business.

Grimm drags both Crazy Boy and Razor Blade to their feet. He pulls them towards the nearest corner, cutting off any resistance with well placed knees. He wraps his arms around their heads and from a seated position on the top rope, twists his body around while driving them into rotation with a DOUBLE Harvest!! Crazy Boy flies into the air before coming to a grinding halt. He has just enough to slip out onto the floor. Razor Blade is moved onto his back, where Grimm makes the cover.

1!

2!

3!

The referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, GRIMM!

Phinehas allows his arm to be raised in the air. He departs without a second thought given to the two men laid to waste or the reception from the crowd.

Winner via Pinfall: Grimm

Jerry Andrews: The time has arrived! We are ready for our main event!

The camera shows the ring crew putting the finishing touches on the enclosed steel cage.

Ace Anderson: That cage is twenty feet tall and it weighs over five tons. It is there to keep the competitors inside, and everyone else out. The rules of this match are simple: All six competitors will be inside the steel cage at the same time. There are no countouts, no disqualifications, and no tags. When someone is pinned or submitted in the ring, they are are eliminated from the match. The match ends when only members of one team are left standing.

The arena plunges into darkness. It feels longer than it really is, but the point is driven home. What exactly is going on? The lighting of twelve candles answers that.

The pipe organ beginning of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” welcomes the faithful. Sitting on the stage in a custom wooden pew is SALVATION. As the angelic choir begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and his wife Destiny stand. Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, begins to slowly walk arm-in-arm with his wife. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance. She is in a very conservative, black dress with a white butterfly collar and white cuffs. On her feet are black heels. She is also holding a bible close to her heart.

Gabriel emerges behind them, 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.

Flanking in stride are his Followers. The light from their candles shines the way to the ring. Each member of the menacing congregation is wearing a different animal mask. Their attire is best described as something inspired by Little House on the Prairie. Seromine stops to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a mostly negative reaction churns from the crowd. The Followers make their way up the steps. They walk along the apron, and in three groups of four, surround the ring from the top and sides. Seromine lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind.

Seromine, along with the rest of the cult, spreads his arms out to welcome God to the proceeding. He is brimming with pride as he does this. Joyed that HIS faithful can also share in the moment. Everyone lowers their arms in unison. Seromine removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. Following a kiss, he holds the ropes as Destiny exits to ringside, joining the Followers. They place their candles into metal candle stands. Seromine watches and waits for the sinner(s) to come to the ring.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the team of SEROMINE and GABRIEL!

Ace Anderson: Those Followers really freak me out. I don't like that they're out here.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Gabriel didn't have a great night at Collision Course, as they both lost their championships. They'll be out for revenge here tonight.

"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Notorious" by Adelitas Way instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels and Johnny Matthews appear through the curtain and onto the stage.

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

They play to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and march back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. Club V then starts to make their way towards the squared circle.

Sasha Greene: Introducing at this time, the team of the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS and JOHNNY MATTHEWS...

The Force of Nature interacts with fans on his way down the ramp as the first verse of "Notorious" accompanies him, but he never gets close enough to high five those begging for them, or to let anyone in the crowd touch him. The smile on his face is ripe with condescension, but the faithful are too amped up to notice.

Sasha Greene: CLUB V!

Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. Johnny enters on the other side. The flash bulbs surge throughout the dark arena, mimicking the lightning flashes, and the chorus of his theme song helps set the mood as the lights finally brighten back to the venue's usual lighting.

Jerry Andrews: Here we have Justin Michaels, who is our new North American Champion, and the man now known as Johnny Matthews!

Ace Anderson: Yes... we've already seen them out here tonight.

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.

So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.

As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.

The mixed reaction of cheers and boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.

'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...

Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.

Sasha Greene: And, one half of our final team: BRENNA GORDON! And her partner....

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. Kyle snaps the collar to his NCR Ranger duster upward. 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 duster and stretches a few times to get ready.

Sasha Greene: ... he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion: KYLE SHANE!!!

Tornado Tag Team Elimination Match Inside an Enclosed Steel Cage
Kyle Shane (World ©) & Brenna Gordon vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) & Johnny Matthews vs Seromine & Gabriel
Referee: Ed Lane

As the six competitors wait for the bell, Seromine’s Followers circle the cage, ominously staring at everyone in the ring.

Ace Anderson: Get these guys away from us!

The bell rings and all six competitors hesitate for a moment, wary of starting such a match due to all of the potential dangers that exist. The hesitation doesn’t last long however, as Kyle Shane charges at Seromine and Stormm rushes towards Gabriel. Brenna Gordon joins her partner and the two double-team Seromine while Stormm and Gabriel battle it out one-on-one.

Jerry Andrews: Woah! Here we go!

Ace Anderson: I love it already!

Johnny Matthews stands alone for a moment, before smiling and turning his attention to Gabriel as well. Club V beats Gabriel down before throwing him into the corner. Meanwhile, Gordon and Shane take turns battling Seromine, who eventually falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel and Seromine have been split up and each of them is being double-teamed!

Jerry Andrews: I doubt this strategy was planned, because I don’t think Club V and Kyle Shane are exactly hanging out backstage and strategizing, but it’s certainly very effective.

Outside the ring, the Followers begin to climb the walls of the cage. They shake the cage as they climb, hoping to distract the competitors inside as they do.

Jerry Andrews: Okay… I’m getting pretty freaked out.

Michaels throws Gabriel into the corner once more, preventing him from escaping. Matthews and Michaels then stomp away at Gabriel, causing him to slump down in the corner.

The Followers are now all at the top of the cage, looking down at the action.

Ace Anderson: Those animal masks are creepy man…. Look at that shot, they’re just staring down with those masks…. Man… get them out of here!

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Seromine stands up, but he’s taken out by a suicide dive from Kyle Shane! Seromine goes crashing backwards into the cage!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane putting it all on the line to hurt Seromine there!

With Shane and Seromine both down, Brenna Gordon leaves the ring, reaches under it, and pulls out a table. The crowd cheers as she sets it up at ringside. Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, pulling Seromine up with him. He sets him up and with Brenna’s help….

Jerry Andrews: DOUBLE TEAM POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!

The crowd explodes as Seromine lays motionless under the jagged pieces of table.

Ace Anderson: We’re starting things off HOT tonight! Yes!

Inside the ring, Michaels and Matthews pull Gabriel out of the corner, only for Stormm to hit him with a Russian leg sweep. Matthews follows up with an elbow drop. Then Stormm hits one. Then Matthews. Michaels. Mathews. Michaels. Matthews. Michaels. Matthews. Michaels.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel is being tenderized here by Club V!

Brenna Gordon pulls Seromine up and she rolls him into the ring, Kyle Shane following. They pull Seromine up from the mat, and set him up for a double suplex, but he blocks the move. He then elbows Shane in the head, breaks free, and jabs his thumb into Brenna Gordon’s eye. She staggers backwards, temporarily blinded. Seromine runs at Shane and clotheslines him, but the force of the move sends both competitors over the top rope and down to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Back to the outside!

In the ring, Johnny Matthews takes a break from humiliating Gabriel to slug Brenna Gordon in the back of the head as she staggers by him. She quickly turns around and responds with a stiff right hand of her own.

Ace Anderson: Matthews and Gordon are trading blows now!

While Matthews Gordon battle it out on one side of the ring, Stormm pulls up Gabriel, slams him into the mat, and stomps away. Michaels then pulls up Gabriel once more and throws him back into the corner. He slugs away on Gabriel repeatedly while Gabriel falls down to mat. Matthews and Gordon continue to battle it out. Matthews eventually gets the upper hand, clotheslining core down to the mat. He then pulls her, up sets her up, and drops her down with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Nice move by Matthews!

On the outside of the ring, Kyle Shane and Seromine are slugging it out as well. Shane gets the upper hand, ducking under a clothesline and dropping his opponent with a Pele kick. Shane Pulls Seromine up only for Seromine to slug him in the side of the head with an elbow. Seromine then drops Kyle Shane with a big chop to the chest. Inside the ring, Michaels pulls Gabriel up once more only to send him back down to the mat with a vicious DDT. Gabriel pulls himself up using the ropes, takes a step, and falls to the mat again. He then rolls under the bottom rope and lands on the floor with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is just being beaten senseless by Stormm!

Gabriel slowly tries to stand up, but he stagers forward and falls down once again. He remains motionless on the floor. Michaels now turns his attention to Brenna Gordon who is exchanging offensive moves with Johnny Matthews. The two members of Club V double team Gordon hitting her with a series of strikes and dropping her down to the mat. They then pull her up, throw her off the ropes and go for a double clothesline. She ducks under the move, rebounds off the ropes, and hits both members of Club V with a flying crossbody.

Ace Anderson: Nice work by Brenna Gordon there, battling both members of Club V!

Gordon then stands up and pulls Matthews up with her. She sets Matthews up for a German suplex, but he blocks the move and breaks free. He then hits a backhand chop, followed by a enziguri, taking her down. Gordon crawls over to the corner but she's kicked in the head by Michaels. Michaels and Matthews then hold Gordon up. Matthews grabs her and delivers a Bartender’s Special suplex! He then waits for her to get back to her feet. Michaels jumps in now hitting a Flash Flood! Gordon is down. Matthews pulls her up, set her up, and hits a Lonestar Stunner! He then goes for a cover, Michaels jumping on his back to add extra weight to the pinfall.
1!
2!
3!!!

“Brenda Gordon has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon is out of this match!

Ace Anderson: That’s really bad news for our World Champion.

On the outside of the ring, Shane and Seromine continue battling it out. Both men hit offensive moves, but neither can gain the upper hand. That all stops when Kyle Shane grabs Seromine by the back of the head, slams him into the side of the cage, and then hits him with an elbow drop as he is on the floor.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is on his own now. He’ll have to be incredibly resilient to make it through this match.

Ace Anderson: He’s standing toe-to-toe with Seromine right now, but this night is going to be an uphill battle for him.

Inside the ring, Club V is celebrating their pinfall. They play to the crowd for a moment, then hurl some insults at the Followers who are still on top of the cage, before turning their attention back to Gabriel who is outside the ring. Gabriel has finally gotten to his feet, but he only manages to stay that way for a few moments before stumbling and falling down to the floor again.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel looks to be completely out of it.

Matthews and Michaels roll out of the ring. Mathews approaches Gabriel from one side and Michaels approaches him from the other. Gabriel slowly crawls back to a standing position, using the ring apron to hold himself up. He takes a few shaky steps forward, but then is dropped back down by a vicious clothesline from Stormm. Stormm pulls Gabriel up again and Irish whips him into the side of the cage. Gabriel hits with a hard crash.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel didn't get his arms up at all there. He hit that cage head first.

Jerry Andrews: Club V is certainly putting on a show here tonight so far!

On the other side of the ring, Shane pulls Seromine up. Seromine's face is covered in blood, having been cut by the steel cage. Seromine hits him with an elbow to the stomach, breaking free and stunning Shane. Seromine then gets to his feet, sets Kyle Shane up, and hits a snap suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Shane are just brutalizing one another outside the ring.

Now it is Seromine's to slam Kyle Shane face-first into the cage. Seromine then pulls Shane up, set him up, and delivers a jump corkscrew roundhouse kick to Shane’s head, dropping him to the floor. With Shane temporarily down, Seromine reaches under the ring and pulled out a steel chair. He waits for Shane to get to his feet, and then swings the chair at hard as he can. Shane ducks the attempted assault at the last second, and the chair crashes into the cage. Shane takes advantage of this moment to hit Seromine with a Shoryuken!

On the other side of the Ring, Gabriel remains lifeless on the floor. Matthews and Michaels take a few seconds to talk some more trash to the Followers who are still on top of the cage.

Jerry Andrews: The fact that they’re up there is so creepy.

Ace Anderson: Can’t somebody get them down!?

Jerry Andrews: Do you want to go talk to them?

Ace Anderson: Hell no!

Gabriel slowly starts to pull himself up using the cage. His face is also covered in blood. Michaels doesn't give Gabriel the chance to get up, taking his knees out from under him with a chop block. Now Gabriel gets to his feet, but only because Stormm pulls him up. Stormm hits him with a big right hand. Gabriel stumbles backwards and falls to the floor. Gabriel manages to stand up after the attack this time, only to take one step backwards and then fall face-first to the floor.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel is really in a bad way here. He's basically out on his feet.

Jerry Andrews: And he hasn't been on his feet very much.

On the other side of the ring, Kyle Shane stomps on Seromine and reaches down to pull him up. Seromine suddenly surprises him with a chin breaker. Seromine then hits a big European uppercut. He then picks up the steel chair from earlier, and drives chair into Shane's spine. Again. Again. Again.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man! Just brutal!

Meanwhile, Gabriel tries to crawl under the ring, possibly for a weapon, and possibly to look for shelter, but Club V stops him. They pull him to his feet, set him up, and hit him with a double suplex that sends him crashing into the cage. They then let him go, allowing him to drop head first to the floor. He remains on the floor propped up against the cage in a heap.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! That could have broken his neck!

Michaels pulls him up once again and drops him with a right hand. Gabriel appears to be knocked out. Before Club V can do any more damage, Seromine comes running around the ring with the chair.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Seromine is going to have to bail out Gabriel here!

Seromine cracks Stormm in the back of the chair, sending him down to the floor. Matthews charges at Seromine, who swings the chair. Matthews ducks the chair shot, and he hits Seromine with a spear. The force of the move sends Seromine crashing into the cage. Stormm then gets back to his feet and he attacks Seromine. After a brief double team b Club V, Michaels rolls Seromine into the ring, where’s he’s attacked by Kyle Shane!

Jerry Andrews: Where did Kyle Shane come from!?

Ace Anderson: Well, you see, many years ago, a man and a woman…

Jerry Andrews: Just stop. Stop right now. Stop.

Shane pulls Seromine up, hits him with a dropkick, and then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Shane turns around, and he’s hit right in the head by a big right hand from Matthews. Matthews then pulls Shane up, sets him up, and delivers a big elbow to the side of his head.

On the outside, Michaels reaches under the ring and he grabs a steel chair. He then waits for Gabriel to get up. It takes a while. Slowly, using the cage to pull himself up, Gabriel gets to his feet. And he’s cracked right in the head with the chair!

Ace Anderson: My God Gabriel is barely conscious after this beating!

Gabriel staggers around while Michaels winds up and connects with another chair shot. Gabriel bounces off of the cage and stumbles forward. Stormm drills him with the chair once again, sending him back into the cage.

Jerry Andrews: The only reason he’s still on his feet is because of that cage.

Justin Michaels swings again and he destroys Gabriel – and the chair – with another brutal chair shot. Gabriel falls forward with a thud. Stormm pulls Gabriel up and he hits him with a right hand. Gabriel falls down, gets back up, takes a step back, and falls down again, into the cage.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel is knocked loopy!

Jerry Andrews: I think Stormm is enjoying this.

Michaels then pulls Gabriel up. He gets behind him, uses his right arm to grab Gabriel's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Gabriel's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Gabriel's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Gabriel's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Gabriel's face as well.

Jerry Andrews: The Eye of the Stormm! This is how Justin Michaels won the North American Title!

Ace Anderson: But Gabriel can’t submit outside the ring! Stormm is just doing this to hurt Gabriel!

Inside the ring, Matthews hits Shane with a running twisting elbow drop bulldog.

Crowd: HELL BOW!

Johnny stands up, but he’s dropped by a clothesline from Seromine. On the outside, Stormm still has Gabriel locked in the submission hold. Seromine sees this and he tries to leave the ring to break up the hold, but Johnny Matthews attacks him before he can. Matthews now sets up Seromine for a suplex, but Seromine breaks free. He hits a short-armed clothesline and follows it up with….

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!

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“Johnny Matthews has been eliminated!”

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Kyle Shane is on Seromine as soon as the fall is counted. He unloads with a series of forearm shots to the back of the head. On the outside, Stormm has finally released Gabriel from the submission hold. He rolls his beaten opponent into the ring. Michaels walks up the steps and enters the ring himself, but he’s immediately attacked by Kyle Shane!

Jerry Andrews: Shane and Michaels are both without their partners now! They’d be wise to team up at least temporarily against Seromine and Gabriel!

Ace Anderson: Haha. Yeah, right!

Michaels fights back and the two start slugging away on each other.

Jerry Andrews: I get that Stormm and Shane don’t like one another, but Seromine and Gabriel are getting a good opportunity to rest right now.

Ace Anderson: And Justin Michaels and Kyle Shane do not care. They’re going to wail on one another!

Shane eventually gets the upper hand and he clotheslines Stormm over the ropes to the outside. Shane follows him out. He then reaches under the ring for a table! The crowd pops as Shane sets up the table. But Michaels recovers and he slugs Shane in the back with a big forearm. Michaels then sets Shane up and he hits a belly-to-back suplex. He pulls Shane up again and then rolls him into the ring. Before Stormm can get into the ring, he’s hit with a baseball slide from Seromine! Stormm slams into the cage. Seromine slugs him, dropping him to the floor. Kyle Shane then drops Seromine with a flying forearm! He then pulls him up and throws him into the steel steps. Shane then turns his attention back to Stormm.

Ace Anderson: You can feel the hatred between these competitors right now.

Michaels blocks a punch and drops Shane with a big right hand. He pulls Shane up and rolls him into the ring. He’s about to follow up when he’s hit with a low blow from Gabriel!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is still conscious!?

Ace Anderson: I guess so. He managed to hit Stormm with that low blow from the floor.

Jerry Andrews: I guess Gabriel did get a good opportunity to rest for a while and perhaps recover a little bit.

Stormm staggers and he leans on the table that has been set up at ringside while he catches his breath. Gabriel uses the table to stand up as well. He then climbs up onto the table and pulls Stormm up! He then sets him up for a pilediver!

Jerry Andrews: No no! Nononononononono!

Ace Anderson: WAIT!

Just as Gabriel lifts Michaels up for the move, Kyle Shane comes flying off of the top turnbuckle! He spikes Stormm down as Gabriel drops him through the table!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane just drove Justin Michaels’ head through that table!

Ace Anderson: Did Kyle Shane and Gabriel just work together!?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think they did willingly!

Shane stands up as Gabriel is trying to pull himself up using the ring apron. Just as Gabriel gets to his feet, Shane hits him with a HUGE VATS!!!

Jerry Andrews: My God! Gabriel HAS TO be knocked out now!

Shane turns around, and he’s tackled down to the floor by Seromine. Seromine nrolls Shane into the ring. Before he follows him in, Seromine reaches under the ring and he pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring. He then grabs a chair and slides it in as well. He then reaches under one more time and returns with a trash can.

Ace Anderson: Seromine loading up on the hardware now!

Seromine now slides into the ring, but Shane has the chair and he cracks Seromine across the back with it. He then pulls him up, sets him up, and delivers a Nocturne of Shadows onto the chair! Seromine is hurt, but he manages to roll out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine with great presence of mind there. He rolled out of the ring to safety.

Ace Anderson: I’d put the word ‘safety’ in quotes. No one is safe in here.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has been fighting his hardest in this match, but he’s been in the ring a very long time without a partner. You have to think that he doesn’t have much left.

Ace Anderson: He’s certainly got to be running on fumes right now.

On the outside of the ring, Stormm slowly pulls himself off of the wreckage of the table. He’s immediately attacked by Seromine who has gotten back up. The two begin exchanging right and left hands when….

Jerry Andrews: LOOK OUT!

Kyle Shane comes flying over the ropes and he hits both men with a crossbody!

Ace Anderson: My God!

All three competitors fall into the cage with a crash. Shane is the first one to stand up, but he’s limping as he does. He pulls Seromine up and throws him into the cage. Stormm gets up and he slugs Shane in the head. Stormm then rolls Shane into the ring. He follows Shane in. As Stormm approaches Shane….

Jerry Andrews: VATS!!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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“Justin Michaels has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane with a big elimination there!

Ace Anderson: But now he has to face Gabriel and Seromine all by himself.

Outside the ring, Seromine is up and he slowly pulls Gabriel to his feet as well.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel still looks very out of it though.

Ace Anderson: Shane will have to hope so.

Seromine slides into the ring as Gabriel tries to gather himself. Gabriel stumbles and falls to one knee, holding on the apron for support. The World Champion and the former World Champion stand face-to-face. Kyle Shane makes the first move, take a step forward. Seromine does the same. They both edge to the centre of the ring before getting into one another’s face. The crowd raises the volume in anticipation of the situation exploding once again. They don’t have to wait long. Shane swings and hands a haymaker on Seromine, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each other in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Finally, Seromine forces Shane against the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are such incredible competitors and they’re so evenly matched!

Ace Anderson: No wonder their most recent battle won “Best Match” at the Iceys!

Seromine whips Shane across the ring and Shane returns to hit Seromine with a flying forearm to the face! Seromine is floored but gets back to his feet almost as quickly as he went down. Kyle jumps to his feet and turns to be hit with a back elbow to the nose. Kyle stumbles backwards, dazed by the shot and rebounds off the ropes. Seromine comes forward and hits an uppercut. Kyle is momentarily lifted off his feet but lands back against the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle between these two!

Seromine comes forward but Kyle strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Seromine into the center of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Seromine into the ropes. Seromine returns and swings a clothesline. Kyle sees it coming and ducks. Seromine continues charging across the ring. Kyle turns and goes for a standing dropkick. However, Seromine catches his feet right in front of his face and holds his legs in mid air. With Kyle dangling down, Seromine takes each foot in each hand and bend Shane’s leg, turning it into a Boston crab.

Jerry Andrews: Boston crab applied on Kyle Shane.

Kyle struggles but manages to claw his way to the ropes. He clutches the ropes but Seromine holds on.

Ace Anderson: Submissions don’t count if you’re in the ropes, but there are no disqualifications in this match so Seromine doesn’t technically have to let go!

Seromine keeps Shane locked in the hold for a while, but then he turns and grabs Kyle by the feet. Pulls him away from the ropes, but Shane kicks him right in the face.

Ace Anderson: Ouch! That’s one way to break free!

Shane gets up, and he pulls Seromine up, hitting him with a scoop slam. He drops an elbow, but Seromine dodges it. Seromine gets up and he picks up the trash can! He charges at Shane with it, but Shane hits the can with a big drop kick, sending it right into Seromine’s face!

Ace Anderson: Seromine is going to need some dental work after that!

Jerry Andrews: Quick action here despite the length of this match! That’s impressive!

Kyle gets to his feet and he stomps away at Seromine violently. Shane then backs into the corner to catch his breath. Seromine slowly stands up. Seromine turns and is clobbered by a flying body attack!

Jerry Andrews: Wow! Another a high-risk move from Kyle Shane!

Ace Anderson: He’s pulling out all the stops tonight!

Jerry Andrews: How much more can he possibly have in him!?

The attack sends Seromine falling through the ropes to the outside. Shane follows and he pulls Seromine to his feet. He then rolls him into the ring. He’s about to follow him in when Gabriel reaches up and grabs his foot!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is still in this!

Shane kicks free. He turns, and Gabriel manages to hit him with a right hand. Shane fires back. He then grabs Gabriel by the back of the head. Suddenly Seromine slides under the ropes, hitting Shane with a double boot to the face. Seromine and Gabriel both grab Shane and then slam him head-first into the apron. They then toss him into the ring.

Ace Anderson: This is bad news for Kyle Shane if both Gabriel and Seromine are up and after him.

Some of the Followers have climbed down from the top of the cage now and they’re standing around the outside, taunting Shane by shaking the cage vicious.

Ace Anderson: Okay, seriously, get those guys out of here. They’re REALLY creeping me out.

Shane stands up and he meets Seromine head on, dropping him with a clothesline. Gabriel runs at him, but Shane drops him as well! Shane now picks up Gabriel and he throws him into the corner. Gabriel hits hard and falls to the mat. Shane goes for a cover:

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Seromine breaks it up! He pulls Shane to his feet and slugs him, sending him back into the corner. Gabriel slowly stands up and the two stomp away on Kyle Shane. Seromine the pulls him out of the corner and drops him with a suplex. Gabriel takes a step back, and he picks up the table from the mat. He sets it up in the corner and waits for Shane to get up. When he does, Gabriel runs at him. Shane dodges out of the way and Gabriel collides with Seromine! Seromine is knocked through the table! Shane quickly rolls Gabriel up!

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“Gabriel has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: Woah! We’re down to two!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has done it! He’s battled his way back!

Jerry Andrews: Big miscommunication there by Gabriel, who may still be feeling the effects of those shots to the head he took earlier!

Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, but he’s attacked from behind by Gabriel! Gabriel knocks him down and begins to stomp away on him. Seromine slowly gets up and the two continue to brutalize the World Champion.

Jerry Andrews: Come on! Gabriel is out of this match! Get him out of the ring!

Finally, a collection of referees and security guards manage to grab Gabriel and drag him from the ring.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel is outside of the cage now put the damage has been done.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is hurt.

Seromine smiles as he looks down at Shane. "Before I put you down, sinner, I'm going to pray for your soul!"

With that, Seromine backs into the corner and bows his head. He then recites the Lord’s Prayer loudly. When he looks up, Kyle Shane is back up on his feet! Shane unleashes VATS, but Seromine somehow dodges it! He then spins him around and hits him with a short-arm clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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"Kyle Shane has been eliminated! The winners of this match: Seromine and Gabriel!"

Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane put up a great fight, but he couldn’t overcome the odds and Seromine is the winner of this match!

Winners: Seromine and Gabriel [Seromine is the sole survivor]

Seromine looks out at the Followers who are now all surrounding the cage. He nods at them and then…. suddenly the lights go out.

Jerry Andrews: What is happening here!?

After several moments of darkness, there is a big explosion of purple smoke inside the ring! As the smoke settles from the flash, standing in the right, directly behind Seromine….. is NATHAN SANITI!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!!

Jerry Andrews: NATHAN SANTI IS HERE!

Seromine turns around and he’s suddenly taken down by the Magician! As the Followers rattle the cage in desperation, as Saniti unloads on Seromine! He then pulls him up….

Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check!!!!!!!!!

Nathan smiles a wicked smile and then, suddenly, another flash of light and a huge plume of smoke! As the smoke clears, Saniti is… gone!

Ace Anderson: What!? Where did he go!?

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night and what a way to end our broadcast! Thank you for joining us! We’ll see you again really soon.

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