Trauma 238 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday September 13th, 2018

Trauma opens, not with a cheering crowd or an excited greeting from our announce team, but with a camera person's attempts to get a clear shot of a chaotic situation happening backstage. As the shot stabilizes, it becomes obvious that Holden Ross, Gabriel, and Tyler Scott are standing above someone who is face down on the floor. The camera shifts slightly and Seromine and Destiny can be seen watching the situation nearby.

Gabriel then lifts the person up from the floor, and it's a bloody Arsen Goodstone. The new Underground King has apparently been brutalized, as blood is covering his face and his clothing is torn. As Gabriel pulls him up, Ross drops him with a huge clothesline. He then pulls him up again, sets him up, and delivers a pumphandle driver right onto the concrete.

Jerry Andrews: Hello.... are we on... hello? Yes? We are.

Ace Anderson: If we're on the air, this is an absolutely sickening scene that we're witnessing backstage.

Jerry Andrews: It looks to me like Gabriel, Tyler Scott, and Holden Ross have attacked our new Underground King in the backstage area.

Ace Anderson: Did you see that pumphandle driver onto the concrete floor? We need a doctor back there!

Instead of a doctor, we get Gabriel shoving the camera person out of the way. When the footage stabilizes again, Holden Ross is seen dragging Arsen Goodstone by his legs through the backstage area.

Jerry Andrews: I think.... I think he's bringing him out here!

Jerry Andrews is right. Holden appears in the entrance way and a lifeless Arsen is dragged behind him. Ross pulls Goodstone up to his feet and throws him down the entrance way towards the ring. Arsen staggers to the ring and collapses on the apron. Ross follows him. As Ross approaches, Goodstone suddenly explodes with a series of right hands that staggers Ross. Arsen is too weak to continue the offense, however, and Holden takes him down with a clothesline.

Ace Anderson: Goodstone is trying to fight back, but it looks like those three really did a number on him backstage.

Holden Ross throws Goodstone into the ring. He follows him in and then points backstage.

Jerry Andrews: What's he doing? His match isn't scheduled until later tonight.

Holden stands in the corner, screaming towards the backstage area. He's heard yelling "SEND OUT A REF!!!"

Ace Anderson: A ref? What, does he want to have this match now? Goodstone is clearly in no condition to compete.

After a few moments, Eric Russo comes running down to the ring. He enters and immediately starts arguing with Holden. Russo is telling Ross to go to the back, that his match is later, and that Goodstone clearly can't compete. Ross isn't having any of it. In the meantime, Goodstone slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He looks over at Ross and motions to the referee. "Bring it on.... let's do this now."

Jerry Andrews: What!? Did he really say what I think he said?

Ace Anderson: He wants to have the match right now!?

Eric Russo goes over to confirm the situation with Goodstone. After a brief conversation, Russo shrugs and goes over to Sasha Greene who is seated at ringside. She stands up and grabs a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen.... the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW UNDERGROUND CHAMPIONSHIP!"

The crowd cheers. Suddenly, Goodstone charges across the ring and he takes the big man down with a kitchen sink knee! The bell rings!

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Singles Match - Underground Rules
Arsen Goodstone (Pure Class Wrestling Underground 🤴) VS. Holden Ross
Referee: Eric Russo

Jerry Andrews: Well... I guess this is happening right now and, despite everything, Arsen Goodstone is in control in the early going!

Ace Anderson: I knew he was a tough bastard after he did the impossible and ended the epic reign of Dominator on the last Trauma, but this is nuts! He's been brutalized by three men backstage and he's still fighting!

Goodstone immediately pounces on Holden and unloads on him with a series of right and left hands. He then slides out of the ring and returns with a steel chair. As Holden Ross gets to his feet, Goodstone unloads on him with a big chair shot to the back, knocking him off his feet again.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross wanted the match right now, thinking he had Arsen Goodstone where he wanted him, but that appears to not be the case!

Ace Anderson: Sure, but Goodstone's been weakened. Not just by this match, but by that brutal war with Dominator on our last show. Plus, look how much blood he's losing. He can't have much left in him.

Goodstone goes for the cover, but Ross kicks out at two.

Jerry Andrews: I think Goodstone knows that and he's trying to end this quickly.

Both men stand up. Arsen swings the chair again, but Ross kicks Goodstone in the gut and shoves him into a corner. He then unloads with a series of elbow strikes. Holden grabs Goodstone's arm and Irish whips him into the oppose corner and follows in with a big boot! Arsen is sent over the ropes and out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone just devastated by that big boot!

Ace Anderson: What a move!

Goodstone walks around the ring and in front of the ramp, trying to catch his breath. Ross slides under the ropes and attacks Goodstone from behind with the chair. Ross then lifts him up, but Goodstone rams him into the apron. Goodstone steps back and runs at Ross, hitting him with a big clothesline. Arsen pulls Ross up, but Holden kicks him in the stomach. He sets Arsen up, but Goodstone breaks free. He then kicks Holden and then DDTs Ross onto the floor.

Ace Anderson: Goodstone is still fighting back here.

Goodstone wipes the blood from his face and then slowly lifts Holden up. He then slams him face-first into the ringside steps. Goodstone walks away again and then charges in but Ross dodges out of the way at the last minute, and Arsen collides with the steps. Holden then pulls him up, slams his face into the steps, and then into the ringside barrier. Holden then reaches under the ring and he pulls out a table. He sets it up, slams Goodstone's face into it, and then sends him crashing through the table with a World's Strongest Slam!

Jerry Andrews: That's gotta be it now!

Ace Anderson: Golden must feel the same way, he's pulling Arsen into the ring.

Ross slides Goodstone into the ring and he follows him. Ross goes for a cover:
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2....

Jerry Andrews: And somehow Arsen Goodstone kicks out!

Ross pulls Goodstone up, dropping him with a big clothesline. He then leaves the ring again, and searches under it for another weapon. He finds another chair, but Goodstone hits him with a baseball slide, sending the chair into his face. Arsen Goodstone now leaves the ring. He waits for his opponent to stand up before dropping him with a European uppercut. He then grabs the chair and cracks it across Holden's back. He pulls his opponent up and slides him into the ring. He throws the chair in and then enters the ring as well. Ross is ready for him, taking him down with a spinebuster.

Holden Ross then goes for a cover once again:
1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: Arsen Goodstone is still fighting!

Ross stands up and he grabs the chair. He then starts ruthlessly unloading on Goodstone with a brutal series of chairshots! Finally, seemingly satisfied with the destruction he's caused, he goes for another cover
1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: This match isn't over yet!

Ace Anderson: How'd he kick out of that?

Jerry Andrews: Instincts I presume. Instincts. Or heart.

Ace Anderson: Whatever it was, Goodstone had better hope he has a lot of it left!

Ross pulls Goodstone up, but Goodstone explodes with a series of punches. Ross responds by kicking Goodstone's knee, sending him down to one knee. Ross the grabs him by the head and hits a DDT. He goes for another cover:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: And somehow Goodstone is still in this!

Frustrated, Ross grabs the chair once more and he unloads on Goodstone again, cracking the chair across his spine over and over and over. He then covers once more:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Thre..... NO!

Ace Anderson: Just stay down, Goodstone. You impressed the hell out of all of us when you beat Dominator, and you've impressed us again here tonight, but you need to stay down. Your career could be on the line tonight!

Holden lifts Goodstone up and sets him up for Gourdbuster and nails it. Ross then grabs Goodstone and throws him into the ropes. He runs off the opposite ropes and hits the Steamroller! Another cover:
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2....

Jerry Andrews: .... Goodstone kicked out. Again. How!?

Holden Ross stands up. He pulls the nearly lifeless Arsen Goodstone up from the mat. Blood is now pouring from Goodstone's face. He then hits Holden with a low blow! Ross falls to the mat and Arsen covers him!

Ace Anderson: A low blow! Oh my God! Could this be it!?

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: And Holden Ross kicks out!

Both men get to their feet, Ross much faster than the battered Goodstone, who slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Ross then kicks him in the stomach, sets him up and....

Jerry Andrews: Sins of the Father!!!

Ace Anderson: This HAS TO be it now!

Holden Ross with the cover:
1....
2.....
3!!

Ace Anderson: And we have a new Underground King!

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but look how he won it. Holden Ross needed a brutal backstage attack before we came on the air to claim the crown.

"The winner of this match, and NEW PCW Underground King: HOLDEN ROSS!!!"

Holden Ross stands up and he's handed the championship. He raises it in the air before walking up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, he's met by Gabriel who pats him on the back and puts his arm around him, walking him backstage.

Jerry Andrews: Somehow the disciples of Seromine just keep getting stronger.

As the feed cuts backstage, we are welcomed with an unusual, but somewhat familiar sight. For those that have watched in in the past, it’s not uncommon, but may confuse those new to the faithful, either at home or those watching on the PCW tron from within the arena. Inside of the locker room is a green felt-topped poker table, octagonal in shape. Adorning the open doorway are several strands of twinkle lights, as well as a dozen big, bright red arrows pointing inside.

A familiar graphic over the top of the superstar’s name plate, in the four shapes of the suits of cards in a deck, accompanied with “Poker Game” to the side of the open door. Just below that sign, however, is another, handwritten sign that reads “NO BOOGEYMEN ALLOWED!”

Entering the locker room, there are five hands being dealt around the table, at the center of it all, is a beautiful blonde dealing the cards. Lindsay Michaels deals clockwise around the table, to her immediate left is her husband, the Force of Nature, Justin “Stormm” Michaels.

The camera begins to pan around to all those dealt into that hand, and the crowd has already reacted favorably to the first two. To Justin’s left is a reptile cage, with what looks like a garter snake, a large bottle of Jack and a pack of smokes sits next to the cage. An obvious stand-in for Stormm’s brother-in-law, and former partner, Johnny Matthews.

Next to the snake is a cardboard cutout of what appears to be a popular eSports figure, clad in a Boston Uprising jersey, from the newly popular Overwatch League. There is a hand-drawn speech bubble taped to the cutout’s head reading “Uhchervmernt Urnlerked!” Several blemishes have been drawn onto the face of the cutout as well to resemble acne. An obvious stand-in for PCW’s World Champion, Kyle Shane.

Directly across from Justin, next to the cut-out, is a mop which has been stood up by it’s handle. The once white mop head has been discolored by what looks like years, and years, of rusted water. Or, rather, years of misuse and neglect, and has turned a coppery orange. More personal artwork is affixed to the mop handle, with what appears to be the Devil’s face drawn in red marker. An obvious stand-in for the #1 contender to the North American title, Grimm.

Last, and certainly not least, in between the mop and Lindsay, looks to be a Halloween prop of the Grim Reaper, with a noose hanging from its neck. While the Phenom has not been seen on PCW television in some time, anyone who remembers, will know that this is an obvious stand-in for Billy Sadistic, given the fact that he and his brother Grimm, used to hold poker games, much like this one, back in their time as a team.

As Lindsay finishes dealing everyone their cards, she lays out five cards, burning cards in between, for the Texas Hold-Em hand. As initial bidding begins, Stormm wastes no time in tossing his North American title belt into the center of the table.

Justin Michaels: All in!

The smile on his face wanes as he looks the camera’s way, waiting on the “bets” of the rest of the table.

Justin Michaels: Did you not read the sign?

Standing from the table, he moves towards the cameraman, and pushes him outside of his locker room before shutting the door.

Back at ringside, Sasha Greene is in the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following singles match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...."

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

"Introducing first, from Biloxi, Mississippi, he is TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!"

The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage, out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans. Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face. As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting the start of the match.

"And his opponent, from Hollywood, California: GERARD ANGELO!"

Singles Match
Gerard Angelo vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

The bell rings as the two men size each other up from across the ring, neither man backing down to the other. Angelo glares at Crazy Boy and takes a step forward. The two get ready to lock up, when suddenly Crazy Boy lunges forward with a knee, only for Angelo to raise his own and block the strike! Acting quickly, Angelo reaches around and grabs the inside of Crazy Boy's knee, pulling his free leg out from under him and sending Crazy Boy toppling to the mat. Gerard hooks Crazy Boy's leg under his arm and scrambles to grab ahold of his other, before falling back and LAUNCHING Crazy Boy back up and into the corner!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo's starting off strong after deflecting that cheap shot from Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: These two are simply dueling it out and neither man is backing down!

Smith hits the corner chest-first and bounces off it, holding at his ribs and staggering out of the corner as Angelo rolls onto his back, quickly getting in position and catching Crazy Boy with a drop toe hold! Crazy Boy topples to the mat once again as Angelo pulls himself up quickly, grabbing for Tyrone Smith's left ankle and quickly applying an ankle lock on Crazy Boy!

Jerry Andrews: SMART strategy by Angelo here, trying to take the legs out on the high-flying Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: Definitely smart thinking, as he continues to control the beginning of the match.

Crazy Boy however is quick to show his resiliency by kicking his free leg back at Angelo's shoulder, jarring him enough to loosen the hold. Both men manage to reach their feet at the same time, Crazy Boy with a slightly weak ankle and Angelo holding at his shoulder with a frown. Crazy Boy doesn't have the time to turn and face Gerard, however, as Gerard is quick to leap up and hit a hard dropkick right into the back of Crazy Boy!

Jerry Andrews: Dropkick to the back and Crazy Boy is sent stumbling for the ropes!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy needs to pull it together fast, or Gerard's going to find a way to keep control of the match throughout...

Crazy Boy stumbles into the ropes chest first, using them for support and gingerly lifting himself off of them, turning around and quickly ducking under Gerard's oncoming clothesline, getting him in a rear waistlock and dropping him with a one-armed DDT! Tyrone Smith pulls him up, throws him off of the ropes, and goes for a jumping heel kick. Angelo ducks, turns, and plants him with a spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Crazy Boy hits the mat on his back rather hard, rolling away quickly and stumbling to his feet. Gerard lunges forward, catching Crazy Boy in a sleeperhold from behind, but Crazy Boy manages to slip free in an instant and twist himself around on the mat, attempting to sweep Gerard's legs out from under him! Gerard leaps into the air however, twisting around a little and sticking out his elbow for a leaping elbow drop, but Crazy Boy rolls out of the way! Gerard hits the mat and rolls to the side, clutching at his elbow as Crazy Boy stands.

Jerry Andrews: And HERE is Crazy Boy's chance to turn things around! He managed to out-run Gerard on that one, and has him down on the mat!

Crazy Boy charges for Gerard, hitting a STIFF clothesline and sending him falling straight back onto the mat! Crazy Boy drops next to Gerard, locking him in a grounded side headlock, but Gerard manages to squirm to the ropes! Crazy Boy makes the break after a couple of moments, before standing and grabbing ahold of Gerard's foot, attempting to drag him away from the ropes only to catch a kick square in the jaw from Gerard's free leg! Smith falls back as Gerard staggers to his feet, turning and spearing Crazy Boy right off his feet just as he just managed to get back up!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT a spear! Gerard is NOT letting up on Crazy Boy here tonight!!

Gerard quickly grabs ahold of Tyrone's arm, locking his forearm under his arm and rolling Crazy Boy onto his back, placing his palm between Crazy Boy's shoulderblades and torquing back and a little to the side on his arm! Crazy Boy yells out in pain, reaching his free arm out for the ropes and just barely getting ahold of the bottom rope! Gerard makes the clean break, standing and lifting Crazy Boy up to his feet, only to catch Crazy Boy's good elbow to the face!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy fights back!

Gerard stumbles back, holding at his head as Crazy Boy turns and charges forward, only for Gerard to hit a clothesline! However, Crazy Boy manages to hook his arm around Gerard's head just as the clothesline hits, steadying himself and hooking his leg around Gerard's, dropping back in a desperation Reverse Russian Legsweep! The crowd can't help but pop for the sudden reversal, as Crazy Boy rolls to his hands and knees to take a breather. He looks over at the downed Gerard, who is slowly beginning to pull himself back up to his feet. Crazy Boy stands and quickly runs for Gerard, baseball sliding to his side just as he reaches his knees and hooking his arm up between Gerard's legs, pulling him into a school boy!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! Crazy Boy with a unique schoolboy setup there, and the ref drops for the count!

1...2.Kickout!!

Ace Anderson: Gerard quick to break out of that one, but Crazy Boy may have just turned the tides in his favor!

Gerard manages to break free just as the ref's hand hit the mat for the two, rolling away as Crazy Boy scrambles to his feet, charging for the ropes and using the rebound to barrel towards Gerard with a clothesline...only to catch a hard boot to the gut! Gerard applies a quick standing headscissors with Crazy Boy doubled over, before Gerard manages to somehow lift the his opponent up onto his shoulders and fall forward with him, driving him to the mat with a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: POWERBOMB!!

Ace Anderson: Angelo with a cover!

Tyrone Smith kicks out at two. Angelo pulls him up, but Crazy Boy leaps up and hits a drop kick. He then waits for Angelo to get to his feet. When he does, Crazy Boy hits him with a big jumping heel kick! Tyrone Smith now climbs to the top ropes and leaps off!

Jerry Andrews: FROG SPLASH!

Ace Anderson: Nobody home!

Angelo capitalizes, quickly going for the cover:
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2.....
3!!!

"Here is your winner: GERARD ANGELO!!!!"

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive hit on the PA. Kyle Shane comes through the curtain, wearing a black stringed hoodie over an ensemble of tight-fitting skinny jeans and a State Champs t-shirt, and he is clutching the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship in one hand. He smiles and mugs for the crowd as they give him an ovation. Kyle plays to the crowd and pumps his fist in time to the opening notes of the song as he makes his way to the ring. 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 goes to the ropes and balances on them for a moment, holding the World title belt in the crook of his arm, and pointing to several admiring fans in the audience who are making a fanning bow motion.

Jerry Andrews: What an ovation for the World Champion, who is out here to once again speak his mind.

Ace Anderson: I hope he doesn't go too long, I'm in need of a bathroom break!

Jerry Andrews: Unlike last week, where you sat through Justin Michael's spiel even longer than anyone?

Ace Anderson: I don't like what you're insinuating about my preferences and also I just drained a Big Gulp, dammit!

Kyle Shane asks for a mic and takes a moment to breathe it in, smirking and nodding his head along as the music fades out.

Kyle Shane: I know a few of you maybe groaned when you saw me coming out here to address the fans but - NOT TO WORRY! Unlike last week when a certain second-tier champion came out here and addressed everyone from the people booking his matches to the God damn ring announcers. Well, while I'm on the subject, Jerry Andrews, you're going to want to listen to this, because I'm going to be making some "Good, but brutally honest" points from here on out. Try not to choke.

Ace Anderson: He shut you up, Andrews!

Jerry Andrews: I'm just going to stick to being objective.

Kyle Shane: Said second tier champion was out here snarking about me, and sub-tweeting me with everything he said because I threaten his inflated sense of superiority. He even called me the quote mark "World" champion and cried about the quality of people I've had to defend my World title against. My rebuttal to that is simple. I wasn't the one who gave Tyler Scott two World title shots, let alone one when there were other competitors. But it's a CONSPIRACY, you understand. It's a concerted act by management to protect Kyle Shane, and to erase the legacies of great World Champions like Whitey Ford, Sadistic, oh, bleh blah blah blahhh.

He mimicks a never-ceasing, wagging tongue with his free hand in the form of a sock puppet, and then he cuts a look into the camera, sardonic, cutting, wry and completely off the cuff.

Kyle Shane: Let's get that clear right now. I do not give a CRAP about the legacies of Sadistic, or Whitey Ford, or anyone else that's held the title X number of days.

He shakes his head, a bitter snarl on his face.

Kyle Shane: No Dipshit. The only one extending my title reign... IS ME. Match by match, performance by performance, every time I come out here and am ready to go. It doesn't matter if I'm put against an opening level talent or a so-called first ballot Hall of Famer. I'm out there to headshot, put them the fuck down. That's truth. They don't feed me people to "KEEP ME HAPPY" or otherwise Tyler Scott would have been one shot at best, your name would never enter in the conversation, and I'd be given real competition.

A thought occurs to him, and he looks skyward with a cheeky eye roll and grin.

Kyle Shane: Or if they wanted to keep me happy I'd be exclusively defending the World Title in Chocolate Pudding In A Kiddie Pool matches against Brenna Gordon and Stacy Jones, but that's just because I'm 12.

Kyle smirks, and the crowd reacts with a big laughing pop. Kyle looks down, his face growing more serious.

Kyle Shane: But I am very aware of the work of being a champion, of being the best, and by the way, Dipshit, since we're on the topic of what a champion does, what's worse, me being forced to defend the World Title twice against Tyler Scott or you racking up the number of days on that shitty North American Title reign by never fucking defending it? Let the record show, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, got to his 600 day title reign and hasn't defended it at all in the last 3 months, accruing approximately 80 to 90 days of that time, and only putting it up back in June against Stacy Jones. Before that, you'd have to go back another month. And before that? Who knows? What I mean to say Justin... is you got where you are by coasting on easy, easier than I could ever dream of. And now you want to criticize who gets a World Title shot.

He smiles disingenuously.

Kyle Shane: Please, don't trouble yourself tripping over your own feet to put yourself first, big man. If management wants to "Keep me happy" then I'll just run back to these handlers you speak of and make sure that you're stuck with the entry level title for as long as you want to keep it. You want to duck title shots, waste a pay-per-view check taking on a tag match you had no part in and get yourself to 900 days? We can get you there!

Kyle changes his stance, looking down at the World title he's gripping onto the strap of, lifting it up to eye level.

Kyle Shane: But when I talk about the work of being World Champion, I am talking about what I set out to do. What I attempted to accomplish at Return To Glory, why I laid out Tyler and got stuck with him, was take a shot across the bow of the Followers of Seromine. And now, having put him down I'm out here to try again. I called him out last Trauma, and he didn't respond. Now I'm standing out here in the ring. SEROMINE!!! I AM CALLING YOU OUT!

There is no response, no music hits, no disciples begin filtering out. Kyle Shane is pacing back and forth, getting worked up.

Kyle Shane: I don't give a damn what Michaels says about "giving a title shot to the man who doesn't want one", I said it last week and I'll say it again, this doesn't end until I BRING YOU DOWN!! SEROMINE!

Still no response. Several long, pregnant moments pass, and Kyle's flare of anger is bleeding down. Kyle stops pacing, and he runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek as if he's got a gum full of something particularly unpleasant.

Kyle Shane: Yeah. I should have known. Someone's a coward. It's funny, a man named Jason Willard, who used to be called the Anarchist, an unpredictable anti-establishment terrorist would allow himself to degenerate into being this. A pompous, over-inflated cult leader propped up by a collection of weaklings. I knew you wouldn't come out, Seromine, but guess what, I'm going to continue to call you out from now till Judgement Day. Hell, you can bring your boys! Bring Holden Ross! Bring Tyler, it'll be good to see mister "Nobody Can Save Me" again after I made him tap out! Bring -

The pipe organ of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” echoes throughout the arena. As the Beverley Minster Congregation begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and Destiny come out onto the stage, flanked by an 'Amish Security Force'. Fanning out onto the stage around them, the stern faces of Gabriel and Holden Ross can be seen.

Seromine: I heard the prayers of MY faithful, Kyle. They clasped their hands together, bowed their heads and prayed for me to come save them from hearing your brand of blasphemy!

Kyle Shane: Welcome one and all to the Sunday school class! Well, I'm sorry we aren't going to be making paper turkeys, but there is something I want to discuss.

Gabriel: You have nothing that we want, blasphemer, and my Lord has told you that he has no interest in facing you. You have already defiled that championship enough, and -

Seromine holds a hand up to silence Gabriel, looking on indulgently, smiling and nodding that he wants to hear him out.

Kyle Shane: I know what you said, Seromine, but here's the thing. I don't believe you. Let me start by saying, I don't believe I have nothing that you want. But when I see you and this collection of Amish sheep rapers out here arrayed around you, I see something that I want.

Holden Ross steps forward, yelling that he's going to fuck Kyle up. Kyle, ever the instigator, smiles knowing that his taunts got under the skin, which is what he wants.

Kyle Shane: From the moment I crushed Seromine at Collision Course and ascended to my destiny with an Achievement Unlocked, all of those men behind you rippled in disbelief. If Seromine was as infallible as he claims, he could never lose to someone like me. Hell, Gabriel came out there at the Iceys to interrupt an award meant to be won by him and cried out that I was a pretender and holding a title that belonged to his Lord. And since then what's happened? Check the trajectory of our year, respectively. I've racked up title defenses, beating Grimm, beating Tyler... and on the other side, you laughing boys, have been growing in the background. You haven't had the most success, except, weirdly... Gabriel, he made his way into the finals of the 2018 TIIT. But you've continued to grow your brand. Every month you've continued to add some asshole to your stable. Now, I haven't forgotten the insult of being told I'm not worthy of this title by the certified bitch of a man I've just beaten. And you know what? I am pedantic and just enough of an asshole to see the growing number of Seromine Followers and think "I need to take them down a peg."

Seromine: That actually brings a smile to my face, sinner. Take us down a peg? Nathan Saniti tried. Kelli Starr tried. Andy D, Whitey Ford, Brenna Gordon, Stormm, hell, even Rick Majors here tried before seeing the light and joining my side as GABRIEL!

Seromine places a hand on the shoulder of his most loyal follower.

Seromine: I have taken on and put down every single heathen that has said what you just did. 1 Timothy 6:12. Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and about which you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses.

Kyle Shane: Yeah, well, listen. I'm not going to keep allowing this to grow under my nose. You wanna know the problem I have, with you, with all of this? It's not a religious movement. It's a brand. You're growing and packaging a snake oil sale to all of these weak minded hypocrites, growing and spreading this fallacy that you are their God. You've bypassed Christianity and made it all a reflection of your own ego, all of them giving homage payable only to you. That, to me, is bullshit. To me, this is and always has been about being able to say that I am right, and embarrassing the so-called Messiah. And to me if you beat the man the flock has faith in, it will weaken their power. If you can make God bleed... then no one will fear him. And I'm going to be completely up front about my intentions. I want a chance at you, Seromine. I want that chance to make you bleed. I want to bring you back down to earth. You versus me, one more time.

KYLE! KYLE! KYLE!

Seromine: Satan has been allowed to enter here tonight. Only he has come in the form of 'Kyle', 'Kyle' 'Kyle.' I hear the faithful, MY faithful, casting him out of their bodies before he can take over! Let me hear YOU, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!

This time they give him the chants of NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! and whatever self-righteous look Seromine had, quickly vanishes. Destiny tries her best to shield him from hearing such taunts, but the faithful respond in kind with another round of KYLE! KYLE! KYLE! Agitation sets in...

Seromine: YOU HAVE NOTHING I WANT, KYLE SHANE!!

His head sharply turns towards the ring.

Seromine: Nothing. It doesn't matter what these SINNERS out here chant at me! (loud boos follow) It doesn't matter what you say to me! You have...nothing.

Kyle grins broadly.

Kyle Shane: That's where you're wrong, actually. You see I know I can't compete with you in this arena, Seromine. You are gonna continue to grow if left unchecked. And you already have ya a little army. I have no illusions about that, I'm on my own because I piss off everyone in the back. And you have a growing little putsch of religious fucknuts at your disposal that will do anything and everything to get you your power, to hand that power over TO you. Your faith inspires blind devotion and servitude. And in the end, I may get my ass kicked by one or all of you on the stage.

Kyle gestures to the Followers as he says this, but he steps back and holds his arms out, inviting them to come on.

Kyle Shane: But I will gladly put my faith in me against all of your faith in Seromine. I'm not being arrogant when I say no matter how many men you throw at me, my faith WILL bring yours down.

Seromine: Oh, would it now?

Kyle Shane: I'm so willing to bet my faith in me against all of yours in you, Seromine that I'm going to go all in on this. I'll put the biggest pot up of them all. If I can't beat you, if in the end I fall to your corrupted faith, I will swallow the bitterest pill of all of them and I will JOIN Serominism. There's a little term in wrestling, called lucha con apuestas. I put something up, you put something up. Here, it isn't just title versus challenger, or even God versus God. It is Faith versus Faith. It is if I lose, I will join Seromine... and if I win... I'm going to EMBARRASS YOU!!

Kyle cracks a wide grin.

Kyle Shane: I'm not going all in without waiting to see if you call. I'm going to raise the bet. If I lose, I join the Followers, and I become your man. But if I win... I am going to give you such a beating, and such an embarrassment that your Followers will have to look at you from now on and remember how you were shamed, by me. If I WIN... then I am going to shave you bald. Lucha con apuesta rules. You put up your hair. I put up my title, my freedom... and my faith. I put it all up. What do you say?

Seromine: I will not entertain the idea of you giving me a Charles Manson makeover, so I say NO! - BUT - there was something you said last show that has stuck with me. You said 'I'm secure in my faith. Are you?' James 1:3. For you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. Faith vs Faith? Your freedom is already lost. If I lose, Kyle...I'll admit everything you said was RIGHT! If you win Kyle, I will give you my holy attire as a trophy! if you win Kyle...

Seromine pauses in thought. He looks at his wife and those around them. The champ then gets his full attention seconds later...

Seromine: I WILL SHAVE MY HEAD!

Kyle Shane drops the mic, and suddenly he's swarmed as Gabriel, Seromine, Tyler Scott, and Holden Ross attack him.

Jerry Andrews: Another mugging from this group! Kyle Shane is in trouble! We'll be right back folks!

As Trauma returns, order has been established and our main event is underway. Gabriel is in the ring against Kyle Shane, Seromine and Tyler Scott are on the apron, and Holden Ross is pacing on the outside, his newly-won Underground Championship on his shoulder. Grimm and Justin "Stormm" Michaels are in the opposite corner, standing on the apron, not too happy about being beside one another.

Six-Person Tag Team Match
Kyle Shane (PCW World ©), Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©) & Grimm vs Seromine, Tyler Scott & Gabriel
Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: Folks, the match is underway, but how is Kyle Shane's team going to co-exist here tonight? We all know the history between these three men, we all heard Kyle Shane's comments before this match and Stormm's comments last week, and we can all see the hatred on display between Grimm and Justin Michaels as they glare at each other on the apron.

Ace Anderson: And, on the other side of the ring, we have a united front. We've already seen what they can do together earlier tonight when they decimated Arsen Goodstone. They're dangerous.

Gabriel rushes at Shane with a clothesline, but Shane ducks it. He turns, and Shane greets him with a double knee facebuster! He then pulls Gabriel up and hits him with a brainbuster. Shane then hits a leg drop and goes for a cover, but Tyler Scott breaks it up before the referee can even count one. Shane gets up and he attacks Scott, which gives Gabriel the opportunity to take his legs out with a chop block.

Jerry Andrews: The double teaming already working for Seromine's crew.

Ace Anderson: And notice how neither Grimm nor Stormm have come to Shane's aid...

Both Scott and Gabriel stomp away on Kyle Shane before the referee orders Scott out of the ring. Gabriel pulls Kyle Shane up and he throws him into a neutral corner. Gabriel charges, but Shane gets his feet up, hitting Gabriel square in the face. He then sets him up and plants him with a lifting sitout powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: Hearts Of Stone!

Ace Anderson: And again Tyler Scott breaks up the pin!

This time, while the referee is attempting to get Scott out of the ring, Gabriel hits Shane with a low blow from behind! He then rolls him up just as the referee turns back to the action:

1....
2....

Kyle Shane kicks out.

Ace Anderson: It looks like the numbers game is getting to Kyle Shane this week, much like it did on the last Trauma when Gabriel and Holden Ross used it to their advantage.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but this time he has partners! They're just not doing much to help him!

Shane and Gabriel both get to their feet, but the World Champion is quicker. He leaps up and hits Gabriel with a big dropkick to the face. Gabriel is hit hard and he rolls out of the ring to the outside to recover. Shane doesn't give him that chance as he flies through the ropes, hitting Gabriel with a suicide dive!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane just flew!

Gabriel hits the ringside barrier hard. Shane stands up, but he's immediately attacked by Seromine and Tyler Scott.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on now!

The two men drop Scott to the floor and then stomp away on him. Finally, after several moments, Stormm and Grimm rush over!

Jerry Andrews: Well finally!

Ace Anderson: Stormm takes down Scott! Grimm takes down Seromine!

Jerry Andrews: It's chaos on the outside!

Ace Anderson: Did you notice they let Shane suffer a little bit before attacking?

Jerry Andrews: Oh yeah, I did.

There's a six-man brawl happening on the outside, but Holden Ross is there too! The referee tries to stop Holden from interjecting, but that means the rest of the brawl can continue.

Ace Anderson: Holden Ross making his presence known on the outside, distracting the referee.

Holden does such a good job distracting, that the official doesn't see Destiny hand Seromine a chair.... a chair that he uses to bust Kyle Shane wide open!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT. A. CHAIR. SHOT.

Seromine tosses Shane into the ring and Gabriel soon follows. Holden Ross directs the referee's attention to the ring and he slides in as Gabriel goes for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: No! They can't steal another win tonight! Not like this!

1....
2....

Ace Anderson: Thre...

Jerry Andrews: NO! Kyle Shane kicked out!

Shane slowly gets to his feet. Gabriel swings at him, but Shane ducks. Now Kyle Shane drops Gabriel with VATS!!!

Ace Anderson: VATS! A cover!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott with a last-second save! Kyle Shane had the victory there!

Ace Anderson: He's saved Gabriel so many times tonight that maybe Gabriel will start considering HIM his lord!

The referee gets things back under control, and eventually everyone is back in their respective corners. Kyle Shane walks over and he angrily tags in Grimm. Grimm goes to work on Gabriel, hitting him with a big elbow followed by a DDT. Grimm pulls him up again, but Gabriel hits him with a chinbreaker followed by a knee strike to the face. Grimm rolls onto his stomach, dazed, as Gabriel grabs the ropes and helps himself to his feet. Grimm slowly begins to make his way to his feet, turning just as Gabriel charges at him with a clothesline. Grim ducks and then he hits Gabriel with a spear!

Ace Anderson: That nearly cut him in half!

Gabriel scrambles quickly after the impact, trying to get to the ropes to help himself up...and Grimm simply grabs him by the head and FORCES him up instead, landing a hard knee to the gut for his troubles! He presses Gabriel against the ropes, before Irish whipping him off them dropping Gabriel with a big clothesline. He then sets him up and drops him with The Harvest!

Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! The cover!

Ace Anderson: One..... Tyler Scott in for the save.... but he's cut off by Stormm! Two! Three!!!

The bell ring and the official announcement is made!

"The winners of this match, Kyle Shane, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, and Grimm!"

The battle doesn't stop however, as all six competitors and Holden Ross jump into the ring for a huge melee!

Jerry Andrews: There's chaos on Trauma! The ring is shaking! This is madness!

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