Trauma 240: All Hallows Eve Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma: All Hallows' Eve Thursday October 25th, 2018 Pure Class Wrestling Presents Deadly Intentions IX Sunday October 14th, 2018 Ace Anderson: Dominator really punishing Angelo here! Dominator now pulls Angelo to his feet. He grabs him in a chokehold and holds him in the air. Angelo kicks him in the stomach, breaking the hold before Dominator can get close to the ropes and attempt an elimination. Dominator drops Angelo to the mat. He now sets him up for a piledriver! Angelo blocks the move and he hits Dominator with a back bodydrop! Jerry Andrews: Angelo may still be in this! Both men are back to their feet now. Angelo leaps up and he hits Dominator with a drop kick! Angelo runs off of the ropes and he hits Dominator with a running leg drop! Gerard Angelo pulls Dominator up and he hits him with a European uppercut. Dominator goes back down to one knee. Angelo grabs him by the head and hits him with a clothesline. Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is more than still in this! He's in control now! Angelo pulls Dominator up, but Angelo shoves him backwards HARD. Angelo is staggered and he leans against he ropes. Dominator rushes at him with a clothesline! Angelo ducks it. He hits Dominator with a drop kick that staggers him. Angelo goes for a clothesline now. It connects, but force of the move sends Gerard Angelo over the ropes along with Dominator! Both men fall off the apron.... Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Dominator falls down to the floor! Angelo falls as well..... Ace Anderson: Wait... only one of Angelo's feet is on the floor! He's still holding the ropes! Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo wins this match! "DOMINATOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!" With the announcement official, Gerard Angelo lets go of the ropes and he falls to the floor. "THE WINNER OF THE 2018 DEADLY RUMBLE: GERARD ANGELO!!!!" The crowd is on their feet, applauding the efforts of both of these men. Angelo slowly rolls back into the ring and the referee raises his arm in victory! Jerry Andrews: What a Deadly Rumble, and what a victory for Gerard Angelo! Ace Anderson: He's earned his shot at the big prize! Congratulations! As the show opens live to a televised audience, the Pure Class Arena is completely sold-out and fully decorated for the All Hallows Eve event on Trauma. "This is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson plays as the crowd cheers. Jerry Andrews (dressed as a werewolf): Welcome everyone to Trauma! I am Jerry ARH-ARH-ARH-ARHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-Andrews and, with me as always.... Ace Anderson (dressed as a member of KISS): ... and I'm Ace "Frehley" Anderson! What a show we have for you tonight! Jerry Andrews: That's right, in our main event, the "Holy Duo" of Seromine and Gabriel take out the PCW World Champion and PCW North American Champion when they meet Kyle Shane and Justin Michaels. Ace Anderson: Plus, we have the return of the Halloween Horror "666" Match, and this time the Underground Title is on the line! Suddenly, the opening hook to “Who Gon Stop Me” by Jay-Z & Kanye West blares out over the PA. The crowd pops loudly for the arrival of the “Hollywood Hero”. Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like we're going to start the night with the winner of the Deadly Rumble... Ace Anderson: What a victory that was for the Hollywood Hero! Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the 2018 Deadly Rumble winner, “The Hollywood Hero”, Gerard Angelo! Gerard Angelo steps out on to the stage, dressed in a grey suit and his trademark sunglasses, for another loud pop. He extends his arms out as he walks down the ramp, drinking in the adulation. Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo outlasted several top competitors and got the best of the monster Dominator to earn himself a shot at the PCW World Championship. Ace Anderson: And he's just dripping with confidence following that win. I mean, look at him. Gerry walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He smiles out to the crowd as he walks over to the ropes to grab a microphone. He brings it to his lips to speak, but pauses as a small “Gerry, Gerry” chant breaks out. Angelo smirks for a bit as they chant before he makes a settle down gesture with his hand. “Now I may not like my father very much, but one thing he told me always stuck with me. He told me, ‘Son, if you want something, go for it. Don’t sit around and wait to be handed things. You’ll get left with nothing.’ And at Deadly Intentions, that’s exactly what I did. I went out there and I won the Deadly Rumble!” The crowd pops for him again. “I won the whole damn thing. I outlasted every person, whether it was a monster like Dominator, or a surprise like ‘Dead’ Lee Rumbles.” The crowd pops for Lee Rumbles, whom most thought was dead. Jerry Andrews: We were so blessed to see Lee Rumbles in that match. Ace Anderson: I'm shocked he's not here tonight. All Hallows' Eve seems like the perfect night for someone who we all assumed was dead. “I might have been seen as a long shot. It might have came out of no where. Hell, I didn’t even have a damn t-shirt yet. But at the end of Deadly Intentions I proved every single doubter and naysayer wrong. I was the last man standing. I’m the one with the guaranteed title shot at Collision Course. I’m the one taking my rightful place among the elite in this company.” Jerry Andrews: The Deadly Rumble has the potential to shoot you right into the main event. Winning it can change your career. Ace Anderson: Especially if you can capitalize and win the gold. “Collision Course is the right name for the next Pay-Per-View, because whoever is the champ come December, your gonna collide with ‘The Hollywood Hero’. Be it Seromine, Gabriel, Stormm, or Kyle Shane, I’ll be waiting at the end of this mess.” Gerry grins. “And I do hope it’s Kyle Shane.” Gerard tosses the mic and exits the ring to the stylings of Jay and Kayne. He gives a young fan a fist bump on the way up the ramp before he poses at the top for the Faithful. Jerry Andrews: Strong words from the number one contender here tonight. We now head backstage, where David Hunter is seen in a hallway with Kassandra Black. She holds a microphone in hand, looking towards the camera. David is hopping up and down, psyching himself up for the match that’s on the way. Kassandra Black: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined now with one of the newest signees to Pure Class Wrestling. David Hunter. David stops jumping, but stretches and rolls his joints, his long hair swaying back and forth. Kassandra Black: Now David, you are moments away from your second ever match here in PCW. You are facing for the Underground Championship in a 666 Match with five other participants. Tell me, do you honestly think your odds are good tonight? She points the mic towards David, who wastes no time in responding. David Hunter: Are my odds good tonight? Hell no, Kass. In all honestly, this match is shaping up to be, quite frankly, the hardest match I’ve ever been in, and I just participated in an over-the-top-rope match last week. But you see Kass, the thing about this match is that this…this is what I’m good at. Beating people down until they can’t move. Making sure that they get knocked out where it’s an easy pin. I got someone comin at me, BAM, forearm to the face, they’re out. I see someone in the distance, charge, BOOM, devastating Spear. Somebody thinks they can get the drop on me? Oh no, CRACK, Thrill of the Hunt, they’re down! David takes a few moments to allow the crowd their reaction. David Hunter: Is tonight in my favor? No, Kass, it is not. But it’s not in Malone’s favor. Or Tyrone’s favor. Or Tyler’s favor. Or Razor’s favor. Or, yes, even Holden’s favor. Who knows what I might pull out of that bag! It could be the Underground Title. It could be a shot at the World Title—a Golden Ticket, if you will. It could be that Bad Dragon, 8 inch thick dildo you keep locked in your drawer. Kassandra is taken aback by that, her disgust clear. The crowd, however, gets a laugh out of it. David Hunter: To be honest, it could even be…a pink slip. Whoops, goodbye PCW, it’s been a blast. But you know what the funny thing is Kass? I don’t care if this match is not in my favor. I don’t care if I have to go through five other men just to try and claim a championship. I don’t care if I have to walk into hell, go through fire, and smell like smoke just to prove that I am worth every damn bit this company paid to sign me. I don’t care about any of that. My goal is simple: walk in, beat up who I have to beat up, claim my prize, leave, get my paycheck, repeat. David stops to let the crowd assess this. They give off a mixed reaction, with a lot of rumbles shining through. David glares at the camera. David Hunter: So to my five opponents, if you’re watching this: why the hell are you watching this?! I’ve been ready since noon, stretching and exercising in the arena! You should prepare for this match like your life depends on it! Because with me in the ring, who knows… David looks towards Kassandra, who leans slightly back. David Hunter:…it just might. David walks out of frame, continuing some more preparation. The feed cuts back to ringside. At ringside, "Thriller" by Michael Jackson begins to play! Suddenly the arena is filled with zombies! They make their way into the ring and... start dancing! Jerry Andrews: ZOMBIE DANCE PARTYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The zombies (and Michael Jackson) play us out as the show heads to a commercial break. Justin “Stormm” Michaels didn’t get to where he is today by acting the fool. He knows what the Front Office expects tonight. What the audience wants to see. Looking back over what has transpired the last several weeks – what just happened at Deadly Intentions IX – and then seeing the booking for this evening, well, it doesn’t take an expert in ring psychology to recognize there will be nothing Hallowed about this Eve. There shall be no reverence shown anyone. But Justin Michaels is a professional. And so, even though he expects the worst, he prepares as if this match actually has a ghost of a chance of ending cleanly, as opposed to the outright chaos that is more likely. There will be no NOTORIOUS tonight. No Havoc Incorporated influence on the proceedings. Just a Force of Nature attempting to navigate a ring full of the very people he has been tormenting for months on end. And that thought gives him pause, and results in a smile. He’s not out to impress anyone with his business acumen, or to put on anything resembling an air. Justin Michaels has come to this, the 240th edition of Trauma, to fight. The camera reveals as much. The Force of Nature stands in a bare-boned locker room completely lacking in anything resembling a “luxury.” Cinder block walls and a concrete floor. A metal folding chair beneath a rod fixed to one of the walls upon which a few wire coat hangers swing. The world’s smallest shower. And a mirror hung over a sink. All lit by a buzzing fluorescent light, which does a poor job of reaching into all the corners of the room. It casts an unflattering light on Stormm, who stands before the mirror. Stretching his shoulders, working his hip flexors, running through his breath work and pre-match mantras. Focusing on the task ahead. And then the Force of Nature is ready. He nods at himself in the mirror and exits into the cacophony of the bustle of the backstage. The door eases shut and the camera pans back to an empty room bathed in a flickering light. But then…a flash of red in the darkest corner. A pale blue glint. And Grimm steps half out of the shadows. He stands there, hands squeezed into fists… …focusing on the task ahead… …and then the camera glitches, only to reconfigure to show Grimm now standing in the middle of the room, looking straight up into the lens. Gazing without expression, save for those eyes which reflect the glimmer of the first killing frost of the season. Another equipment hiccup, and the Hangtown Horror is gone. The camera now records just the hum of the lights and the dull roar of a packed house, all that remains to fill the space of this spare, lonely room. Back to ringside, the competitors in the Underground Title match already gathered inside the ring. There are six pumpkins of various sizes (including one that looks to have a severe GMO addiction - seriously, it's well north of six feet tall!) around the ring and an equal number of trick-or-treat bags containing god knows what. The Undead Referee takes possession of Holden's championship and then calls for the bell. Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship Halloween Horror "666" Match Six Competitors, Six Pumpkins, Six Trick or Treat Bags Holden Ross (PCW Underground 👑) vs David Hunter vs Razor Blade vs Tyler Scott vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Muscles Malone Referee: The Undead Referee DING! DING! DING! Even the bell has undergone a holiday makeover, sounding more like a requiem. Holden seizes the moment to pick up things with Razor Blade as they clash. Crazy Boy squares off with Tyler Scott. David Hunter pounces on Muscles Malone. Jerry Andrews: And here we go! Razor Blade finds himself being thrown over the top rope with an overhead belly to belly. Ross runs the ropes, clotheslines Malone for being in the way, and goes through the ropes with a flying shoulder tackle! Tyler Scott has just dumped Crazy Boy on his head and Hunter has his boot on the neck of Muscles Malone. Outside, Holden Ross is the first to grab one of the orange gift bags. He takes a quick glance at the bats that are printed, and then removes the content. Ace Anderson: The champ has an axe to grind with THE BIG DOG! Jerry Andrews: There's only the handle, Ace. This isn't a horror movie and Razor Blade isn't a stupid teenager. Ace Anderson: He may not be a teen, but... Holden swings like he's in the lineup of the Boston Red Sox. Razor Blade ducks and drives Holden into the edge of the ring. Crazy Boy, now on offense after putting Tyler down with a hurricanrana (or as Scott Steiner would say, a frankensteiner), interjects with a baseball slide, sending the two foes into the barricade! He then hits a springboard crossbody block as the trio spill over into the crowd. Muscles Malone continues to find himself being worked over, now the proud owner of a samoan drop. Hunter leaves him in a heap as he collects the second bag from one of the corners. A BARB WIRE BASEBALL BAT! Hunter is all smiles as he has drawn his go to weapon. Tyler Scott has taken a powder, but Muscles takes a direct shot into the chiseled abs he likes to show off. His eyes bulge and then roll back after the bat connects with his head. Hunter slams it onto his body again and then goes for a cover. 1! 2! Tyler Scott drops a knee to the back of the neck to break up Hunter having leverage. Cameras pick up Holden Ross scoring a double fallaway slam into several rows of chairs, showing off just how powerful he is. Jerry Andrews: Did you see that?! Back in the ring now, Tyler has slammed one of the small pumpkins onto the head of David Hunter, spilling pumpkin guts everywhere. He reaches for the barb wire bat, but a desperate Muscles Malone manages to throw it outside of the ring. Tyler Scott stomps him for that decision. Malone is deadlifted into a gutwrench, but with enough squirming, manages to reverse things into a back body drop! Hunter has wiped the slime from his face in time to be speared into the corner! Rather than capitalize, Malone's weakness for women draws his attention to an Elvira lookalike. We all know where his eyes fixate and it's not on her pale face. He puts on the charm, not realizing his wounds are bleeding. Tyler Scott grabs him by the pants and launches him to the floor without Malone ever touching the ropes. Hunter delivers a harsh forearm to the back of Tyler's head. The force of which knocks him outside of the ring himself. The other trio have since battled onto the stage. Razor Blade has hit a SUPERMAN PUNCH on Holden Ross. He staggers back to the edge, but doesn't go down. Crazy Boy hits a heel kick to the face, knocking Ross off of the stage. AIR CRAZY BOY! He scores with a corkscrew missile dropkick. Razor Blade has claimed the third gift bag for himself. Jerry Andrews: What did he find... Razor Blade has himself a steel chair and he uses it to crown Holden and Crazy Boy! At ringside, Tyler Scott German suplexes David Hunter through the GREAT pumpkin, Charlie Brown. And boy oh boy does it ever explode. Malone is there for a clean up. Tyler eats steel post and then is driven through an already propped up table with an electric chair drop! Again, he focuses on some scantily clad ladies of the night, making suggestive gestures, and asking if they want a treat? A missile headbutt from David Hunter cuts that noise. Malone clutches his chest and is then flapjacked onto Tyler Scott. Razor and Holden have brawled down the aisle, allowing Crazy Boy to connect with a railing assisted springboard bulldog! He reaches over and pulls out gift bag number four! Jerry Andrews: What in the world? Did someone forget to fill it? Ace Anderson: A card that reads...surprise? Crazy Boy is heard saying it out loud. A fan dressed as a zombie-fied version of Jesus Christ appears from the masses and mists Crazy Boy with a red spray in the eyes! He reaches over and yanks into the faithful. ASHES TO ASHES! "Jesus" peels off his disguise, although everyone and their dog named Ubu knows who it is. Jerry Andrews: Shouldn't Seromine worry about his own match?! There is a noticeable lack of remorse from him as Crazy Boy is dumped back over. The Serpentine Sermonizer disappears as fast as he arrived, but not without those LOUD boos that have always greeted him his entire career. Hunter has Muscles and Tyler trapped on opposite sides of the ring with their arms restrained in the ropes. In his hands is a singapore cane from gift bag number five, found behind the commentary table. He drives it between the eyes of Tyler Scott first, landing with crackling impact and an OOOH from the faithful. Malone takes a winding shot to his torso. Then another to the chest. Then a final to the groin! Hunter turns his attention back to Tyler Scott. RAZOR BLADE SPEARS HIM OUT OF HIS BOOTS!! Where did he come from!! Holden Ross aggressively hoists THE BIG DOG and sends him flying into a buckle bomb. On the rebound, he gives him a STEAMROLLER! Razor is rolled into his back. Holden hooks the legs! 1! 2! 3---Tyler Scott breaks the count! Holden looks up to see the perpetrator. The rules of the Underground determine that it's every man for themselves. SWITCHBLADE SUPERKICK! It has NO effect! A SECOND ONE! A THIRD finally puts the monster (and supposed ally?) down. Tyler's head displays the aftermath of that cane shot, a red welt from where it landed. He powers Holden over for a pin attempt of his own. 1! 2! David Hunter kicks Tyler in the temple which jars him onto his knees. He pulls him off of the mat. THRILL OF THE HUNT! A groggy Crazy Boy has reemerged with a CRAZY SPIN! He lands right on top of Holden Ross with the contents of the final gift bag from under the ring, a "C4" pumpkin that detonates on impact! The fans chant HOLY SHIT! at the sight of charges exploding and smoke fogging from the remains of the gimmicked pumpkin. Jerry Andrews (straining): OH MY GAWWWD!! Ace Anderson: Someone has brought the Fourth of July to the end of October! Muscles Malone joins the fray again. Crazy Boy is posted. David Hunter takes a PANTIE SHOT! In the process of his genitalia being twisted, Malone military presses Hunter, dropping him onto Holden Ross. He then shoves both out of the ring in a hurry. Tyler Scott pulls himself on the ropes. Malone is busy flaunting and taunting at the ladies to realize this. That is until he ducks an attempted RAZOR'S EDGE, sending Razor's attempt at his finisher to Tyler Scott! Razor Blade has his lights turned off with a powerful brass knuckle assisted punch. Muscles Malone FINALLY realizes what the hell is happening. Tyler is twisted around and...MUSCLES MARINARA!! He HAS A PIN!! 1! 2! 3!!! The crowd is SHOCKED after the third slap hits. But nobody is more stunned than Muscles Malone himself. The referee has called for the bell and awarded possession of the Underground Title to its new owner. All of this while "Show Me Your Genitals" by Jon Lajoie serenades. The Sleaze Machine has just pulled off the biggest win of his entire life! Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and NEW Underground Champion, MUSCLES MALONE!! Jerry Andrews: What in the hell just happened?! Ace Anderson: Muscles Malone dressed as a challenger, but is leaving a champion. The Adonis clings to the gold and makes a run for the locker room with a triumphant pace. Fans are still buzzing, laughing, questioning what they just saw as the show goes to a break. Trauma returns with the sounds of the original "Ghostbusters" theme by Ray Parker Jr. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and wow - what a night! Ace Anderson: We already have a new Underground King and our main event is coming up next! Jerry Andrews: That's right! But, before we get to that, let's check out what happened at Deadly Intentions.... Pure Class Wrestling Presents Deadly Intentions IX Sunday October 14th, 2018 GABRIEL GOES FOR THE PIN! Jerry Andrews: It's his FIRST pin of the entire match! Will it lead to his first World Title reign?! 1! ... 2... ... 3--SEROMINE BREAKS THE PIN!! With a frantic dive into the action, he knocks Gabriel off the cover, and in the process clips the referee with his feet, putting him out again! Seromine stands to his feet with his back towards a STUNNED Gabriel. He's doubled over as the boos come pouring in at deafening levels. Gabriel stares in disbelief as he had helped Seromine the entire match. Gave him the pins the entire match. But when his moment of glory came? Seromine took it away. Gabriel stands tall. He grabs Seromine's arm and spins him around. The conversation isn't picked up on, but it's spirited from Gabriel as he is beside himself. Seromine puts his hands on his hips and responds by yelling "GOD OWES ME!" Gabriel seems to accept his lot, nodding in agreement while backing off. Seromine moves towards Kyle... THE LIGHTS GO OUT. When they return... Jerry Andrews: THE SCARECROW IS IN THE RING! Ace Anderson: LOOK OUT, SEROMINE! But it's GABRIEL who XIII grabs. He takes him by the head and sends him over the top rope like a Deadly Rumble elimination. XIII slowly turns around to face Seromine. The preacher stands his ground, ready for that fight. The fans are on their feet, cheering in unison with chants of NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! Seromine...laughs?! "GOD has sent you to save me!" he proclaims with his arms held wide. Outside of the ring, Destiny is all smiles as Seromine HUGS XIII, further drawing boos from the rabid faithful. He releases and now turns towards the stirring Kyle Shane. Jerry Andrews: What the HELL is going on?! WHO IS THIS SCARECROW?!? Seromine goes to grab Kyle, when all of a sudden XIII grabs him!! He sets Seromine up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of Seromine's head and Seromine's left arm over his left shoulder. XIII then grabs Seromine's left leg, lifting it up close to Seromine's own torso, and then lifts Seromine up into the cradle suplex position. XIII then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Seromine is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back. Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!! Ace Anderson (in disbelief): Wait a...was that...did I...NO! It couldn't be... Destiny watches in horror as Seromine is OUT from the impact finisher. XIII stands over the fallen preacher stoically. He let's those cheers wash over him before slowly lifting his hands to remove the burlap raven mask... XIII IS ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!! He looks proud of what he just did. The mask is sent flying into a sea of hands. Gabriel is witnessing this outside of the ring as he clings to his head, unable to stand. Kyle Shane has revived and before he can fully process who is in there with him... FORCE OF NATURE ON KYLE SHANE!! Now Stormm dumps Kyle over Seromine, leaving him to pin the fallen cult leader. The referee slowly moves himself towards a favorable vantage point. With each passing second the tension mounts. Destiny is beside herself as the pin is in the center of the ring. The hand goes into the air and slams back to the canvas... 1! Stormm has a sinister grin plastered on his mug, clearly pleased with what he has done. He takes a seat up on the top turnbuckle of a near corner, giving himself a bird's eye view of the hand coming down again... 2! Destiny drops her head into her hands. Her fingers are crossed as she cautiously peeks from the edge of the ring. Reality is crashing in on her as she knows this could be it. The referee is raising his arm up for the all important final count. It is about this time that Gabriel has stirred enough to partially crawl into the ring. The fans are on the edge of their seat as the sound of "thrrrrrr" revs up on the tips of their tongues and why not? They counted one and two. Stormm leans in with his grin widening like the Joker. Gabriel has drug himself fully into the ring... But it's too late. 3!! The weary ref calls for the bell to be rung as this demolition derby is over! Stormm calmly steps down from the corner and with his job done, he exits the ring for the satisfying trip back to the locker room. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and STILL PCW World Champion, Kyle Shane! "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play as Destiny gets into the ring to pull Seromine towards her. She takes a few glares towards the ramp, but mostly attends to her husband while explaining what just happened. Jerry Andrews: What a match that was! Kyle Shane went to hell and back, and withstood the team of Seromine and Gabriel all night, but in the end is STILL the World Champion. Ace Anderson: With the help of Stormm you mean. Aside from that, I'm glad we won't have to see that creepy scarecrow again... Jerry Andrews: Did he do it as a way to screw Seromine or to aid Kyle Shane? Stormm isn't friends with either, you know. She carefully helps him out from under the bottom rope. Gabriel keeps his head lowered in defeat for what feels like a reflection. He slowly rolls back out, joining Seromine and Destiny as they head up the ramp. Kyle Shane is handed the title, his face cracks into a relieved and exuberant smile. He has locked a new achievement, conquering Salvation once again. Whether or not he's fully aware of what Stormm did to him is to be determined. For now, all of the pain and fatigue of this war is forgotten as Kyle holds the title on his shoulder, rightfully standing victorious with the fans firmly supporting him. Jerry Andrews: One year ago, Kyle Shane lost his North American Title to Gabriel, then lost in the Deadly Rumble. Tonight was his night for redemption and he got plenty of it! Ace Anderson: I have to give credit where credit is due, Kyle Shane once again has proven himself one of the best in the company and has come a long way over the last year. 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 enters from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy.   He halts the clydesdales, and exits the cab, looking meanly around the arena. Slowly, he makes way down to the ring as a negative reaction churns from the crowd. Gabriel soon appears behind, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and walks down to the ring.  Sasha Greene: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 459 pounds, the team of SEROMINE and GABRIEL!  Seromine slowly makes his way around the ring, “blessing” the audience to an ungrateful reaction. Finally, he removes his hat and coat, handing them to an official at ringside, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. Gabriel enters, standing behind Seromine as his Lord, as they wait for the opponents.  Ace Anderson: And Gabriel just looks visibly deflated. He looks like a man who's completely shaken by his failures to what he believed in.  Jerry Andrews: You have to ask, partner, what if anything can be salvaged between Seromine and his deacon now?  Ace Anderson: Destiny Willard, usually out here to support her man, was nowhere to be found, and when someone asked Seromine about it, he said "Begone, sinner."  Sasha Greene: And their opponents....  Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums began to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.  Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.  Sasha Green - Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...  The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the North American title belt hanging from his right.  Sasha Green - He is the North American Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!  Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the North American title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.  Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.  Jerry Andrews: Stormm is staring directly at Seromine and Gabriel calculatingly. He knows he fired a shot directly across the bow, arguably costing Seromine the World championship in his last shot at Deadly Intentions.   Ace Anderson: And he knows that his actions have put a target on his head from Seromine And, honestly, from his own tag partner, too.   Jerry Andrews: Right, our World champion was none too pleased by Stormm's interference.  Sasha Greene: And his partner, weighing in at 218 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion... The God of Game, KYLE SHANE!!!  The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a mail and leather overcoat in the style of the Ursine School Gear. Shane tilts his head back with a broad, cheese-eating grin, holding his arms out and taking in the reception of the crowd with a smile. 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"  There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Game Changer, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. 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, removing the mail and leather coat over his ring gear, and stretches a few times to get ready.  Jerry Andrews: Shane looks ready to go.  Tag Team Match  Seromine & Gabriel vs Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) & Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©)  Referee: Nigel Gale  Before the action starts Kyle Shane and Justin Michaels have a face to face meeting, where Kyle makes it plain that he doesn't trust Stormm at all. Stormm indulgently smirks at Shane, pretending not to know what he's talking about and Shane can be heard saying "Oh for real? Let me turn my back to you right quick and see what you do" and mockingly turning in a circle, spreading his arms, and daring Stormm to attack him. Stormm looks nonplussed. Seromine and Gabriel, on the other side of the ring, are leaned over, watching with blase amusement. Seromine calls across the ring, "If you two children are quite done..." Jerry Andrews: If Shane and Stormm can't get on the same page at all, anyone could divide and conquer them, no matter what their issues are. Ace Anderson: Seromine and Gabriel may have their thing, but at least they present a united front out here. Finally, Shane looks at Stormm with venomous mock graciousness and he bows to him, saying "Don't you worry, I'll take over here", and the referee, with a put-upon look that says "Lawd, yall done" yet orders the bell rung. Shane and Gabriel come jockeying in, meeting up in the middle of the ring. Shane quickly turns it into a side headlock but Gabriel rolls out and locks The God of Game up in a hammerlock and Shane sighs before attempting a back elbow that Gabriel ducks under and allows Gabriel to hit an inverted atomic drop onto Shane before he backflips to the ropes, charges forwards and then hits a jumping knee that connects with Shane’s jaw. Seromine applauds from the outside and Gabriel turns eagerly, saying he's doing this for their faith. Ace Anderson: Like a puppy bringing the newspaper. Gabriel picks Kyle up and connects with a couple of forearms before whipping the IC Champion into the corner. As he follows up with a splash, Shane is able to bring an elbow up and it stops Gabriel dead. Kyle climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and hits an over-castle on Gabriel who crashes to the mat and as Gabriel lies on the mat, Shane walks over to his corner and he and Stormm glare at each other before the Force of Nature holds out his hand and Shane makes the tag, snarling "get your ass in there". Ace Anderson: Wow, tell us how you feel, Kyle. Stormm makes his way over to Gabriel who is now on one knee and grabs him by the back of the head and drags him to his feet. Stormm scoops him up and slams him into the mat roughly and points over at Seromine and talks trash towards the preacher man; who looks shocked before searching his pockets for something he had lost, finally lighting up as though he found it and proceeds to flip Stormm his middle finger. Stormm looks furious and Seromine waves as the referee intervenes between the Stormm and the corner and tries to calm him down but before he can succeed, Gabriel rolls the Force of Nature up with a schoolboy. Jerry Andrews: Decidedly secular gesture from Seromine there. The referee: One... Tw- Kickout. But the big man powers out and swings a wild lariat that Gabriel ducks and counters with a left hand to Stormm’s ribs that barely tickles him. Stormm goes for a back elbow to connect but again Gabriel manages to dodge the blow and this time levels a kick at Stormm’s other side of ribs and this time Stormm winces a little but before Gabriel can continue the offence, Stormm grabs him by the throat and backs him into the rope slowly as his eyes widen with fear. Stormm grabs Gabriel and hoists him into the air and holds him high as he turns to face Seromine and yells at him to come and save his henchman. Seromine laughs at Stormm and doesn’t even flinch as he releases him and he crashes chest first into the mat from eight feet in the air and clutches his chest. He looks up at Seromine as he is on all fours and looks to be in pain and Seromine looks at him, smiles and then tells him to get up! Jerry Andrews: Seromine not quite the knight in shining armour here… Ace Anderson: He knows he can handle himself. He doesn’t need to worry. Stormm shakes his head at Seromine and tells him that he’s a pussy. Seromine. simply smirks and shrugs his shoulders as the Force of Nature tags in his partner and as Kyle climbs into the ring, Stormm holds him back and whispers into the God of Game’s ear… Jerry Andrews: What did he just say? Ace Anderson: It looked like ‘Don’t fuck up.' Shane saunters up to Gabriel and drags him to his feet, hits a couple of forearm shots and then whips Gabriel into the turnbuckle and follows up with a turnbuckle clothesline that forces all the wind out of his opponent. Gabriel stumbles into the arms of Shane who locks him up and smiles at the crowd who mark out at this point. He then hoists him up and drops him with a vertical suplex! He makes the cover! The referee: One... Tw- But Gabriel bursts out and Shane sits up and looks irritated. He pulls Gabriel up to him feet and he whips him into the ropes but Gabriel reverses and as Shane hits the ropes, Seromine is on hand with a high knee and catches the back of Shane causing him to stiffen up and wince in pain. He staggers forwards and turns to Seromine. but before he can react, Gabriel is behind him and leaps up for a crucifix and makes a pin with it! The referee: One... Tw- Shane bursts out to his feet as Gabriel rolls to his. Kyle charges at his opponent but he connects with a drop toe hold that crashes into the middle turnbuckle where Seromine has his foot outstretched. Gabriel staggers forward and makes the tag to Seromine. who gets a hostile respond from the crowd. Shane is up to one knee as Seromine takes him by the hair and delivers a stiff left hand and another and a third before tossing him back to the mat. The referee tells him to calm it down and Seromine wafts him away. He turns back to Kyle and places him in a front headlock and delivers a couple of brutal knees before Shane battles back and pushes Seromine back into a corner and goes for a shoulder charge but Seromine. connects with a leaping double knee shot to the face of the Game Changer that sends him rolling backwards. Seromine swaggers forwards and waves at the glowering Stormm with a smirk on his face. Stormm goes to get in the ring, but the referee stops him, allowing Gabriel and Seromine to drag Kyle back behind the referee's back and lay a furious and quick mudhole stomping on him. The referee points Stormm out of the ring, and turns around just as Gabriel is exiting innocently. Jerry Andrews: Serious question about this official's object permanence and peripheral vision aside, Gabriel and Seromine have put a mugging on Kyle Shane. Seromine slaps Gabriel's hand for a tag and Gabriel and Seromine each grab Kyle's hair and dump him outside. Gabriel follows along, just as Kyle is stumbling to his knees. Gabriel grips the hair of Shane and walks him across the aisle, where he looks to send him into the ring steps. Shane reverses and it's Gabriel that is send hard right shoulder first into the steps. Shane turns around where he eats a huge boot to the face by Seromine! Seromine turns his attention back towards Stormm and starts stomping away at him before turning back towards Kyle where he picks him up and sends him into the ring. Seromine helps Gabriel in the ring after Kyle, telling him to pin him quickly. Gabriel lifts Shane up and gives him a hot shot to hang him up on the top rope, and then he pins. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Gabriel gets to his feet and shoots over to Shane's corner, where he sees Stormm had been looking on in concern, trying to pick if he should intervene or not, Gabriel makes Stormm's mind up by charging the corner and sucker punching Stormm, sending him falling off the apron. Gabriel tags Seromine. Seromine, smiling wickedly, picks Shane up and drives him back into a neutral corner before sending Kyle across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Seromine charges across the ring where he eats a boot to the face that staggers him back several feet but doesn't stop him from charging back towards the corner and it's Kyle who lands a reverse elbow sending Seromine back out towards the center of the ring. Shane comes out of the corner ducking under a right hand attempt where he latches on to a back waist lock and lands a release german suplex! The crowd pops as Shane works his way back to his feet where he sees Stormm climbing up on the ring apron, annoyed at being knocked off. Shane picks Seromine up off the mat where he twists the right arm and backs towards his corner where Stormm makes the tag. Stormm scales the buckles before leaping off with a double axe handle to the twisted right arm of Seromine. Jerry Andrews: ...Is that... teamwork?! Ace Anderson: Don't get too power of unity after school special, it was just one move!! Stormm drives Seromine into the mat with a double leg take down before taking a mount position and hammers down with a flurry of right hands. The referee lays the count to Stormm as the crowd roars in approval. Stormm gets up off Seromine at the four count before picking him up off the mat. Stormm hands a hard forearm before taking Seromine back into the ropes, he sends him across the ring and into the ropes where Gabriel makes the blind tag. Stormm tucks his head looking for a back body drop, however at the last second he's met with a swinging neck breaker by Seromine and it's followed up by a senton back splash by Gabriel. Gabriel makes an aggressive cover on Stormm. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Stormm kicks out to a pop from the arena. Gabriel is back to his feet picking Stormm up off the mat. Gabriel backs Stormm into a neutral corner where he laces him across the chest with a knife edge chop before sending Stormm across the ring, Stormm smashes into the buckles staggering out towards the center of the ring where Gabriel looks to deliver a Twist of Fate Stormm pulls his head out, he spins him around in a complete circle before turning him inside out with a massive clothesline! The crowd responds favorably as Stormm gets back to his feet where he picks Gabriel up off the mat before delivering a side suplex. Stormm gets to his feet, holding his arms up and calling for the Force of Nature when Shane, a shit eating grin on his face, tags himself in. Stormm's face turns into a blank look of outrage and he whirls on Shane. Shane gives him a thumbs up seal of approval, saying "You did good, I got it from here!" Stormm yells at Shane, asking him what the hell he thinks he's doing. Jerry Andrews: I should have known it was only a matter of time before tensions rose. Ace Anderson: Some things are just inevitable. Shane, confidently telling Stormm he's got this and puffing his chest out, turns around to see Gabriel has crossed the ring and is tagging in Seromine. Stormm slaps his forehead in utter facepalmed annoyance. Shane comes in to meet Seromine but Seromine knees Shane in the gut as soon as the champion is in range. Seromine clubs him over the back of the head before hitting him with a snap suplex. Seromine sits up and waves again at Stormm who starts to get irritated. Seromine delivers a flurry of boots to the chest of Kyle Shane who backs up to the corner to cover up... but Seromine is relentless and has to be restrained by the referee. Seromine gives Stormm another taunt. The referee struggles to contain the Force of Nature now as Gabriel runs around and holds Shane in place as Seromine holds his boot across the God of Game’s throat. Gabriel lets go in time and claps in the air to pretend that there has been a tag and climbs in. Seromine picks Shane up and looks at Gabriel and he immediately drops to his back and places his knees in the air. Seromine then hauls Kyle up for a suplex and drops him back-first across the raised knees of Gabriel! Jerry Andrews: Great team-work from Gabriel and Seromine there! Ace Anderson: It’s what Seromine said, they are on the same page while Shane and Stormm aren’t in the same library! The referee looks at Gabriel in the ring and goes to admonish him before he gestures that a tag was made and the referee allows him to continue. He picks Shane up and delivers a couple of forearm shots before whipping Shane into the ropes and hitting an arm-drag takedown which he rolls him through into an armbar! Shane is able to battle his way slowly to his feet and goes to grab the hair of Gabriel but he is able to wriggle away and around to the front of the God of Game and drops him with a cutter! Gabriel rolls backwards and into the outstretched hand of Seromine and makes the tag. Jerry Andrews: These two are cutting off the ring from Stormm and it’s working. Ace Anderson: And how eager will Stormm be to get into that ring? I mean he’s essentially watching the one man that has taunted him time and time again get beaten senseless. Seromine hauls Kyle back to his feet and grabs him by the face and talks trash to the World Champion before pie-facing him into the corner. Kyle drops to one knee but immediately tries to climb back to his feet and square up to Seromine who hits a European uppercut that sends Shane crashing back into the corner and Seromine drives the shoulder into his opponent’s midsection before grabbing his leg and driving him into the mat with a northern lights suplex! He bridges to make the pin! The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Shane is able to burst free. Seromine groans, knowing full well what a pain in the ass it can be to keep Shane down. Seromine rolls away and looks irritated. Shane uses the ropes to help himself to his feet and Seromine stalks his prey from behind and boots at the World Champion’s leg. Shane falls, a wheel taken out. Seromine mounts Shane and wades in with a flurry of punches to his temple before reaching out and tagging in Gabriel but he continues the assault and the referee starts to count for Seromine to get out of the ring and as Seromine gets to his feet, Gabriel connects with a running knee strike. Jerry Andrews: The assault from these two is relentless! Ace Anderson: And Shane is being beaten down here… And Stormm doesn’t look too fussed! Stormm looks irritated more at Seromine but urges Shane up but Gabriel is on him and mounts him to deliver a series of right hand shots before sanding up, backing into the turnbuckle and climbing onto the middle rope. He measures Shane up and leaps off for a double foot stomp but Shane is able to roll to the side and Gabriel staggers into the centre of the ring. Shane rolls to his feet and is able to run towards Gabriel and connect with a sling-blade neck-breaker! Jerry Andrews: Goddess White Sword! And the window of opportunity opens for Kyle Shane! Stormm thumps the turnbuckle to urge Shane towards him while Seromine does the same for Gabriel! Both slowly make their way to the corner and the crowd are chanting for Kyle Shane go insane as he makes the tag and pop harder when they realise Gabriel also made the tag and it’s now Seromine and Stormm in the centre of the ring! Stormm charges forward like a bull and almost decapitates Seromine with a clothesline and Gabriel gets to his feet and is dropped almost immediately with a Stormm clothesline. Jerry Andrews: Stormm is really throwing a lot of thunder behind those clotheslines, enough to shake Mount Olympus. Seromine is back up and soon dropped again. Gabriel gets to his feet, and Stormm turns him inside out with a scoop lift Michinoku driver. Gabriel arches his back in pain and rolls out of view. Stormm rolls to his feet, but he is met with a boot to the midsection from Seromine who receives huge heat from the arena. Seromine holds his arms out defiantly at the Force of Nature and Stormm responds by nailing him with a heavy right hand that drops the preacher. Stormm pulls Seromine up, hooking him from the side, and then he gives him an inverted STO, flattening Seromine into the mat. Ace Anderson: Stormm just drowned Seromine with the Flash Flood! Stormm covers... The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Thr- Gabriel breaks it up! Gabriel dives in and axehandles Stormm to save the day for his team. The crowd boos heavily. Stormm struggles to get up as Gabriel assaults him with a whirlwind of punches and stomps, but Stormm gets to his full height and throws Gabriel by the back of his head over the top rope, spilling Gabriel outside to the aisle with a lot of force. As he does this, Kyle Shane reaches in and tags Stormm again, getting into the ring and innocently telling him that he can take five. Stormm, having had enough of Shane's showboating and trying to get the glory, turns on his partner, his face getting red. "Are you even trying to win" Stormm explodes at him, and Shane, his facade of cooperative partnership slipping, says that he'd rather blow Johnny Matthews than ever let him take the glory for this match. Shane shoves Stormm. Stormm, not budged by the smaller man, looks off into the distance, and you can see him weighing the options and trying to cool things down, but Shane's temperature is rising. Shane gives him another shove. Jerry Andrews: Oh no. Not now, guys... Ace Anderson: Do WHAT to Johnny Matthews? Does Shane kiss his mother with that mouth?! Well... maybe not. Jerry Andrews: Some very tense words are being thrown here, but Shane said the most important thing, that he would rather die than let Stormm take any more of his spotlight. That's what it all comes down to. Stormm has had enough of Shane's shoving and that running, never-ceasing infuriating mouth. Stormm shoves Shane hard enough to push him back to the ropes, and he gives Shane... Double middle fingers! Stormm then gets out of the ring, holding his hands out and his eyebrows raised at Shane, as if to say "Yep that just happened". Shane watches with an open mouthed, irritated expression. Shane looks at the ref, asking "You seeing this shit" and he blows it off, going to lift Seromine up and continue doing his part in the match. Seromine has taken advantage of the drama bomb between Stormm and Shane to recover, though, and as Shane goes to lift him up Seromine catches him with a kick right to the groin. Shane's eyes fly open wide, and he groans, heaving and falling to his knees. Seromine tucks his head in and gives him a DDT. The referee turns to see the pin, and drops down. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Thr- Kickout Stormm is watching from the outside, because damn, he does like watching Shane get pummelled after all, and he smiles and points at Seromine, but then suddenly Gabriel comes from behind and clubs him over the back of the head. Gabriel hasn't forgotten the insult of Stormm's interference at Deadly Intentions, and is now attacking Stormm with a vengeance! He slams Stormm's head off the apron a few times and gives him a few loaded punches. Seromine takes a breather in the ring, pulling Shane up and giving him an elbow stamp to the back of the neck a few times. He lifts the World Champion up and turns him from one side of the ring to the other to show him off to the crowd as he holds Shane across his shoulders like a religious tableau, then drives him across the ring with a Crucifix powerbomb. Jerry Andrews: Seromine destroys Shane with Sign of the Cross!! Ace Anderson: And there is no one to save Shane, not even the Lord! Gabriel is still stalking Stormm around ringside, Stormm is resting on the apron, trying to catch his breath after absorbing those surprise shots to the head. Seromine pins Shane in the center of the ring. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Thre- Kickout! Shane kicks out to a gasp from the arena. Seromine grits his teeth, and looks out to check on what Gabriel is doing. Gabriel is bouncing Stormm's head off the announce table. Ace Anderson(shrieking): Get them away, get them away! Seromine gets to his feet and walks over to the ropes, slipping out onto the apron and gripping the top rope as he waits for Shane to start moving. Shane finally does get to his feet and Seromine comes in with a springboard forearm punch off the ropes, plowing into Shane. Seromine pushes Shane over, certain of a cover now. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Thre- Kickout! Shane escapes again, and Seromine looks on in shock as he sits up, his eyes blazing. He demands the referee tell him it was three. On the outside, Stormm finally recovers from Gabriel's attack enough that when Gabriel turns around from ripping monitors and cords out of the announce table he is met by an uppercut from Stormm that sends him faltering and skipping backwards. Stormm then grabs Gabriel from behind and lifts him up with a back suplex, haphazardly depositing Gabriel on the announce table himself. Gabriel flings like a rag doll. Back in the ring, Seromine snarls at Shane, going to lift him up. He tries to position Shane on his shoulder as he stands, trying to get them in position for a muscle buster, but before the Heaven's Gate can open, Shane counters into a desperation falling off Seromine's shoulder, coming behind and dragging him down into a single knee Back stabber. Ace Anderson: I can't believe it! It really is a Halloween special, Shane just rose from the dead!! Jerry Andrews: It didn't look like Shane got all of that Feast of Crows but he was desperate to get out of that move. Shane flops on the mat like a fish, trying to get some life back into his body. Seromine grimaces and holds his back. Shane struggles to his knees, and then he grips Seromine in a front facelock. He pounds on his back with a free hand a few times, and then he gives Seromine a lifting single underhook gutbuster. Seromine bounces off his knees and falls to all fours in the ring. Jerry Andrews: Blood and Wine connects! On the outside of the ring, now it's Stormm's turn to mercilessly pound Gabriel, slamming his face over and over again off the steel guardrail. Ace Anderson: This match has devolved into a wild, chaotic battle on two fronts. Shane rests, trying to catch his second wind, and he shakes his head, trying to clear it. He looks over the distance at Seromine, who is also spent. He gets to his feet, trying to irish whip Seromine in the corner. Seromine reverses, sending Shane in the corner at high velocity. Shane hits the turnbuckles at high velocity. Seromine backs up, then gathers steam by running in a semi circle and then charging in one corner, then bum rushing the corner Shane is leaning on, but just as soon as he reaches the corner Shane slips out onto the apron like an eel, and he meets the incoming Seromine's face with a step-up enziguri out of the corner. Seromine staggers back, his legs wobbling. Seromine turns in a circle. Shane hops up onto the top turnbuckle, waiting for his moment to fling himself off with a crossbody. Seromine, however, shoots forward and picks the ankle of Shane off the top rope, sending Shane off balance and crashing down to the mat. Jerry Andrews: Crash and burn for Shane! Seromine, sucking wind at this point, rests against the ropes. Stormm and Gabriel are now exchanging vicious punches on the outside, back and forth. Seromine looks to them, then to Shane, who is holding his midsection as if his coming down damaged something. Seromine gets a devilish glint in his eye, and he smiles. He struggles a little bit, having taken so much damage himself, but he climbs the top rope himself, and after a few moments of swaying he has positioned himself on the top rope in a crouch. Then, Kyle Shane begins pulling himself up. Seromine motions for Shane, a raising motion like a conductor leading a choir, and sets himself, standing on the ropes fully. But then, before he can fly off, Shane hops up to the top rope to join him... he hooks Seromine from the side and he flips both of them off the top rope with a breath taking, reckless top rope Spanish fly!! Both men get astounding height, but both men hit the mat hard and don't move afterwards. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!! Ace Anderson: Shane is nuts! The crowd applauds and reacts with a big "holy shit" chant. Shane and Seromine are both down and havent moved, and at length the referee knows he has to start counting the two men left in the ring out, since neither Gabriel nor Stormm have made a move to get in the ring. The referee: One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Kyle Shane gets to his feet first and she slowly staggers over to his corner. Jerry Andrews: If Kyle Shane can tag in Stormm, his team will have a huge advantage! Seromine is barely moving. Shane takes a couple steps forward, but suddenly he's pushed from behind by a diving Seromine! Shane goes through the ropes and lands on the floor with a thud. Ace Anderson: Shane may have been hurt there. He landed hard! Seromine gets to his feet now and he steadies himself. He looks down at Shane on the floor and smiles. He then walks towards Stormm and taunts him with a smile. Jerry Andrews: Look at the cocky look in Seromine's face. He knows his in control of this match now. Ace Anderson: And Stormm isn't going to take it anymore! Michaels jumps into the ring. Seromine backs off, surprised, but the referee is there to stop Stormm's advance. Gabriel jumps into the ring to back up his Lord. Seromine pats Gabriel on the shoulder while walking him back to his corner. "It's okay, my child. I have this all under control." The two walk back to their corner and Gabriel is about to step back through the ropes to the apron when Seromine stops him. "Let us pray." The two bow their heads in prayer. Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! There's a match going on! After a brief prayer, Seromine opens his eyes, raises his head and.... BOOM! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! Gabriel kicks Seromine in the stomach! While he's doubled over, he sets him up and delivers a double underhook DDT! Jerry Andrews: DDT TO SEROMINE!!! Ace Anderson: I think... I think that wasn't just a DDT. That was the Major Impact! The crowd audibly gasps as Seromine is laid out in the ring. The shock soon turns to cheers as people realize what is going on. Jerry Andrews: And now he's leaving him high and dry and heading up the ramp by himself! Ace Anderson: Seromine is all alone! Kyle Shane is back in the ring now. The arena is buzzing. Seromine slowly rises to his feet and...... Jerry Andrews: VATS!!! Kyle Shane goes for the cover: The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Three! Kyle Shane rises to his feet as the crowd cheers. He raises his arm in the air. Seromine rolls out of the ring but before we see his reaction to this situation.... - CLICK -