Trauma 246 "Love Hurts" Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma "Love Hurts"
Thursday February 14th, 2019

The arena is lit in red and there are piles of heart-shaped pillows spread around the ringside area as PCW welcomes you to Trauma's "Love Hurts" Valentine's Day show.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, happy Valentine's Day and welcome to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and, as always, I'm joined by Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: Welcome, sexless loser who is watching wrestling on Valentine's Day!

Jerry Andrews: Hey, that's not a very nice thing to say to about our audience!

Ace Anderson: I wasn't talking about our audience. I was talking about you, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute! I may be sexless and a loser but I am NOT... wait.... dammit.

Ace Anderson: What you meant to say was "What a show we have tonight!"

Jerry Andrews: Well, you're right about that! Tonight, love is pain as some of the most bitter rivals in PCW will be forced to team up with one another!

Ace Anderson: And after the all destroy each other, we get to watch the absolute carnage of an Underground Battle Royal!

Jerry Andrews: That's right, it's going to be a Saint Valentine's Day Massacre here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Hey! Seven members and associates of Chicago's North Side Gang were murdered that day! Too soon, Jerry. Too soon.

Jerry Andrews: It was 1929!

Ace Anderson: Too soon.

Suddenly, "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive hits on the PA, and after a brief pause, Kyle Shane comes busting out onto the stage. The Pure Class Wrestling World Champion is all smiles as he emerges onto the stage, bearing his long-defended title belt slung over one shoulder. Kyle is wearing a black hoodie, and a full length pair of voluminous, outrageously sized trip pants, the billowed out, ridiculously sized pant with multiple pockets, zippers, and chains swinging from it that a vintage 2005 Hot Topic scene kid would be wearing. It looks as outrageous as it sounds. The camera pans down the front of Kyle, taking in the full effect of the World Champion's pants, and he stops it before it zooms too far down, wagging his finger, and saying "No no, don't look". Shane has the biggest, most cocky grin possible on his face as he walks down to the ring. Amazingly, he manages to navigate the trip pants with their multiple chains pretty well.

Jerry Andrews: ...What on... earth is Kyle Shane wearing?

Ace Anderson: This is giving me war flashbacks to the days of Invader Zim and emo music.

As Kyle Shane enters the ring, minding the pants as he goes through the ropes with such deference that it's obvious, he stands and does a spin, holding his arms out to the reaction of the crowd. Kyle adjusts the World title belt strap on his shoulder, bearing a mugging grin on his face as he looks from side to side.

Kyle Shane: You know, every week on Trauma since my little controversy with Gerard Angelo went down, I come out here intending to give it to you straight. I come out here and speak my mind, and give you the truth about what happened and what went down at Collision Course. And I've lengthily debunked, every facet of Angelo's thinking, spent a lot of time getting into the finer points of his obsession with calling for some kind of conspiratorial home cooking going on between me and President Loki.

Kyle shakes his head, sighing a little with a grin on his face.

Kyle Shane: But it doesn't seem to matter much what I say, how I refute it, or even what really happened. Gerard Angelo is going to see a conspiracy to help Kyle Shane. Two plus two equals a conspiracy to help Kyle Shane. The color of the sky is not blue, it's a conspiracy to help Kyle Shane. For crying out loud, when the doctor birthed Gerard Angelo, and slapped his pink little ass, his mother asked the doctor "Is it a boy or a girl??" and that baby popped his thumb out of his mouth, squeaked his first words, amazing everyone at the temerity of this child prodigy, but it cried out in the tiniest widdle biddy baby voice ever, "It's a conspiracy to help Kyle Shane!"

A ripple goes through the crowd as they respond with a laughing pop for the one-liner. Shane, then, ironically, tugs at the pants he's wearing, smiling.

Kyle Shane: If not him repeating his misguided premise then he's critiquing the fucking pants I'm wearing. So I'm out here, in these ridiculous pants that no one would ever think were gendered, because Gerard Angelo somehow doesn't know what current fashion trends look like and thinks only women wear tight pants... and I am wearing these pants because, fuck, dude, if you take the weird, obsessive ogling-my-package-noting of what kind of clothes I'm wearing, we can just skip that entire portion of the evening and go right into talking about the facts. Fact: I'm better than him. Fact: I could come out here in a Speedo and high heels and still be better than him, so it ain't the pants that give me the power.

Kyle paces around the ring, stepping around the low-hanging chains, the giant legs of the pants like curtains. Can you believe people used to wear shit like this all the time?

Kyle Shane: The fact is, Gerard Angelo, we are getting very close to you facing me inside of a steel cage at Mass Destruction, with every single bit of our collective pride on the line. And When you and I face off, there's going to be no holding back. But there is also going to be no more excuses. The cage is the great equalizer here. No referees are going to give conflicting calls for you to cry about. No rope break is going to stop the match. When it comes down to you and me, it is going to be about one thing and one thing only... who has the skill to come out of that environment with the win? And Gerry, buddy, I have to say...

He steps into a full front view so he's talking to the camera.

Kyle Shane: That's what you are afraid of. Because "Kyle Shane has help to get through his title defenses!" "Kyle Shane's opponents are handpicked to be weak so he can extend his title run!" "Kyle Shane paid off the extra referee to get involved!" Those are excuses. But they're also masking what you cannot, and never will want to admit to yourself... that I am where I am because I am that damn good... and you are where you are - No World Titles, not as many accolades, hardly ever getting nominated for Icey Awards or being given title shots - because, you are not. End of story.

Kyle looks at the title, and says, though not into the mic, but adding "Staying right here" for emphasis. Then, Kyle brings the mic closer to his lips with a smile.

Kyle Shane: But that, actually, isn't the reason I'm out here right now, nor is my fashion boilerplate special the reason I'm addressing you all. You see, right now, it's awards season, it's gearing up for big budget, Hollywood blockbuster movie season, and there is a growing cult of celebrity in our culture with the Twitters and the Instagrams and all, and the stars we see every day are becoming part of our daily lives. Some of them are even fans of media the same way you all are. It's with this said, that I wanted to recognize the fact that we have an actual celebrity in our midst tonight, ladies and gentlemen!

Kyle is standing by the ropes, looking at the crowd. His gaze beams right onto the front few rows, and the camera is searching, panning among the faces.

Kyle Shane: Some of you may not know it, but there was a - well, for lack of a better term, a sort of slanderous biopic based on my life and my experiences, written by a malicious former roommate of mine -

He turns to the hard camera again, gives a fourth-wall shattering, jaunty wave and smile.

Kyle Shane: Hi Chad! - My lawyer is gonna be contacting you soon, buddy!

Then he turns serious again, searching for a face in the crowd.

Kyle Shane: But it's not a biography of Kyle Shane, it's about the story of Tyler Zane, a humble boy who overcame a life with an abusive dad and an upbringing in a trailer park to find his destiny as the Game God. Oh, this flick would have everything, dramatic monologues, gripping action sequences, he was going to have a gritty character arc where he pushes away the girl he loves... he was going to struggle with his demons, come to terms with his darkest inner nature and embrace his ego as he navigated the waters of the, what was it called? Prime Class Wrestling. Yes, that was it. He would rise to the top of Prime Class Wrestling, defeat his evil nemesis Serpentine the Sermonizer and his evil cult, but he would constantly be antagonized by his real rival of the film, Jameson "Cloudy" Mickels...

Kyle points straight out in front of him, about three rows into the front seats. His finger and thumb cocked and pointed like a gun. Bingo.

Kyle Shane: And constantly undermined by a third tier, lesser antagonist of the film, the Black Order in Avengers Infinity War if you were to apply it to this movie... a character by the name of Angel Gerardo.

Kyle is pointing out a man, who, at the insistence of the crowd, as they pat him on the back and urge him forward. This man, this D-List actor at best, has one of those faces you probably wouldn't be able to pick out of a crowd, but he has a very, VERY similar look and build to a certain Hollywood Hero. Kyle motions for him to get in the ring. The actor, who we just won't name in case his lawyers are looking, points to himself, but he does go to the steel guardrail, and cautiously, not wanting to put one foot wrong, steps over it. Kyle beckons for him to come on in.

Kyle Shane: Here he is, ladies and gentlemen, the brains, the mind. The brilliant talent. This is our leading man, ladies and gentlemen, the star of this indie darling turned runaway box office. This is Angel Gerardo!

"Angel Gerardo": Actually, my name is -

Kyle Shane: Angel Gerardo, in my mind. Now listen, Angel, I just wanted you to know, that, despite my threat to the writer of this film earlier and despite the fact your crew took some... rather huge liberties with my story I want you all to know I actually don't hold any of it against you. And in fact, I want to congratulate you on all the hard work you must have put in preparing for the role.

Kyle, playing the part of an interviewer, shoves the mic in the actor's face, with a curious, pondering expression on his own.

"Angel Gerardo": I'm sorry, I want to answer your questions, but it's just... those pants you're wearing...

Kyle snaps his fingers in front of the actor's eyes twice, trying to get him to focus up.

Kyle Shane: Gerardo, baby, don't look at the pants, look at me. Now. In the movie, you have some big gripes against Tyler Zane, despite the fact that your guy has just been in the background, acting like a bit player and doing pratfalls all the way until the third act. Tell me why you have such a beef with him?

Kyle looks genuinely intent, eyebrows knitted, arms folded into the pits of his elbows as he holds the mic out to the actor very studiously. The actor, gathering his thoughts and not certain about being put on the spot, takes his time in thinking of a response.

"Angel Gerardo": Well... In the movie, you understand... Tyler Zane is... getting things handed to him. He... he wins a lot of matches.

Kyle Shane: And that's it?

"Angel Gerardo": Well, he's... they gave him easy people to beat the whole time and -

Kyle Shane: That wouldn't be because the story is about him, would it?

As they're talking, Kyle is looming over the actor, tee so much that the actor lets out with the frustrated, outraged cry of a bit player who is tired of being relegated to the sidelines, an outpouring of long simmering angst.

"Angel Gerardo": Because why should the entire movie be about Tyler Zane's character, some people have worked so hard, so hard to pay their dues and they don't get a movie based around their life and their wins, why doesn't Tyler Zane lose in the last scene of the movie, why isn't the movie about Angel Gerardo??! DOESN'T ANGEL GERARDO DESERVE MORE SCREEN TIME?!

Kyle listens to this rant for it's entire duration. When it's done, he reaches out, and gives the actor a single, solitary pat on the shoulder.

Kyle Shane: So when is this movie getting released? Is it even getting a theatrical run?

The poor actor, completely crestfallen and seeing his stock plummeting, seeing himself now through the lens of complete failure. He is not an A-lister or a Hollywood Hero, he is a bit background player taking part in someone else's story. He's near tears and looking at his hands, in the ultimate look of "what have I become"...

"Angel Gerardo": ...The funding fell through from our executive producers and we lost our lead and it's going to be quietly released through Redbox next year...

Kyle Shane: Oof. That's rough buddy. RIP.

"Angel Gerardo" (mumbling under his breath, near tears): I don't like your pants...

Kyle Shane: Duly noted.

Kyle turns his back on the actor playing a version of his foe, turning to the crowd with a smirk.

Kyle Shane: And isn't that just art imitating life? Someone comes out here presenting himself to you all as some kind of A-list actor, some kind of generational talent, and even a quick IMDB search turns up more barren than the Las Vegas desert. Some talentless hack who's only one step from doing Syfy movies. From doing porn. From -

As Kyle is taunting the actor and mocking Gerard Angelo, he doesn't notice that behind his back, the actor playing "Angel Gerardo" is behind his back, but another figure slips in there. The two doppelgangers stare at each other, the "Angel Gerardo" actor who played a version of this man staring first in shock, and then smiling broadly, nodding his head towards the pontificating Kyle Shane. The real deal, the real Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo steps towards Kyle Shane's back, and crouches, ready for him to turn.

Kyle Shane: So at Mass Destruction, the final cut will be called, the production will be wrapped, and -

Kyle turns, and there is a flash freeze of shock etched across his face as he sees the real Gerard Angelo standing there. Then, Angelo boots Shane in the gut, dropping Shane to his knees. He spins Shane around, hoists Shane up on his shoulders, and drills him with an electric chair driver.

Jerry Andrews: THE REAL GERARD ANGELO!

Ace Anderson: He didn't take too kindly to Kyle Shane's red carpet interview of someone who "takes some liberties with his story".

Kyle rolls out of the ring, holding and gripping at his neck with a pained expression. In the ring, Gerard Angelo scoops up the fallen World Title belt, and poses with it. Kyle takes a moment in gritting his teeth as he sits up, in pain, holding his neck.

Jerry Andrews: A clear message sent by Gerard Angelo, this is what Shane will have to look out for at Mass Destruction.

Angelo throws the title down at his feet and Shane, pulling himself on the apron, stands there. The two exchange harsh words towards each other. The title lies there like a line in the sand. Before the fight between them can break down any more, referees come running out to enter the ring and get between the two men, trying to stop there from being a fight. Shane is pointing and shouting choice words at Angelo.

Jerry Andrews: There is going to be a war between these two men at Mass Destruction inside the steel cage. Will it even be able to contain their massive egos, or the venom between them?

Shane and Angelo are still yelling back and forth, as they are escorted out of the ring. The show heads to commercial.

Sasha Greene: The following is a Love Hurts Tag Team match, scheduled for one fall!

A Valentine's Day red filter and graphic is placed over the ring, framing Sasha, as she giggles.

Jerry Andrews: Tonight's theme is about two adversaries being forced to coexist and get along. In the spirit of the holiday, some of them may find that's easier said than done.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, yeah, it's a big soap opera. Will Seromine and Grimm look into each other's eyes and find that they're willing to work together? Find out on As the World Turns.

Jerry Andrews: I thought it was clever.

The pipe organ opening of "Be Still for the Presence of the Lord" welcomes the gathered faithful to the arrival of their savior. As The Beverley Minster Congregation begin to sing the hymn, Seromine and his mom, Lucy, enter from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy. He halts the clydesdales, then assists her out of the ride. Slowly, the pair make their way down to the ring, stopping to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a negative reaction churns from the crowd.

Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. He weighs two hundred and forty pounds. Being accompanied by Lucy Willard, he is The Serpentine Sermonizer, SEROMINE!

Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his mother, who is dressed like someone going to church on Easter Sunday in the 1940's. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance as they make their way to the ring steps.

He lends her a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He slowly makes his way around the ring, “blessing” the audience to a somewhat ungrateful reaction. Mother and son stand in the middle of the ring to praise GOD under the heavenly shine of white and gold lights.

Seromine removes his hat and coat, handing them to a ringside official, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. Seromine and Lucy kiss one another on the cheek after he holds the ropes open for her. She proudly makes her way to the announce table while he waits for his opponent to arrive.

Jerry Andrews: You really have to wonder how Seromine and Grimm are going to coexist, according to their stipulations, they can't touch each other at all.

Ace Anderson: If someone was sticking to the letter of the law, that would mean tags too, but they were partnered together, so someone is obviously just trying to stir things up and see what happens.

Jerry Andrews: Well, yes, that's pretty much tonight's theme.

Sasha Greene: And his partner, he weighs in at 217 lbs... from Hangtown, Kentucky... GRIMM!!

The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.

Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.

A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine is just staring coldly at Grimm, but not entering the ring yet. Mind games are in full effect.

Ace Anderson: And these aren't just any "OMG! MIND GAMES!" like you hear some announcers spouting about. This hatred runs deep.

Jerry Andrews: Well, you want to talk about that...

Sasha Greene: And their opponents, introducing first, he weighs in at 225 lbs... from Biloxi Mississippi... TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!!

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.

Jerry Andrews: Tyrone has to be taking exception to the partner they chose him, this week, as if the disdain for them wasn't heavy enough, his own partner had some, well, choice words for him to say the least.

Ace Anderson: Look, I think Sicko was just trying to light a fire under Tyrone, they both have a lot in common... both of their names look like they were taken from AOL messenger handles in about 2001... there is common ground there, I'm saying.

The opening circus calliope intro of "Greasepaint and Money Brains" by White Zombie starts playing as a battered, dilapidated ice cream truck, it's paint and decals peeling in a sinister manner rumbles up on stage, it's axles shaking with effort. The entrance ramp is backlit with a hellish red lighting as the ice cream truck pulls into a spot just to the left of the entrance ramp, making this vessel seem like some demonic harbinger. As the music distorts and twists into the driving guitar riff the jumbotron shows images of Sicko, walking down a long hallway, his back turned to the camera, then the screen splits and two images of Sicko, two faces, one laughing, one snarling.

Death is on the midway

Gambling with souls

Roulette on the wire

Ace is in the hole

I sink beneath the feeling

Moon is in my hands

A crooked wheel of twenty-one

I just don't understand - NO!

Laugh - YEAH! - drown and laugh

Your life is over

Then, as the music kicks in harder, shots of Sicko hitting various high impact signature moves on opponents. Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, looking around with a sickening smile. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The creep clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. He stands there, in front of the ring, and he lets out a predatory roar, snarling in the face of Seromine.

Tag Team Match
Seromine & Grimm vs Sicko & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Crazy Boy waits in the ring, as does Grimm. Grimm gets down, and he walks around the ring, coming over to the aid of his "partner" as the two of them confront their opposition, the giant clown. Crazy Boy takes full advantage as he runs towards the ropes and dives through the top and middle rope with a suicide dive to the back of Grimm, Seromine, and even Sicko, sending them crashing to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy just wiped out everyone!

Ace Anderson: Including a little friendly fire... I don't know how Sicko will feel about that...

Crazy Boy reaches his feet where he picks up Grimm and slings him into the security railing before being spun around by Seromine. Crazy Boy blocks a right hand before biting Seromine across the bridge of the nose. Crazy Boy takes Seromine and sends him crashing into the steel steps. Crazy Boy walks over, checking on Sicko, who is crawling on all fours and muttering something to himself. Crazy Boy walks over and lifts up Seromine, throwing him in the ring, casting a few more worried looks back at Sicko. Crazy Boy slides into the ring where he reaches his feet before turning back around where he sling shots over the top rope looking for a flying cross body block on Grimm. Grimm looks up, in a daze, then he simply dodges, letting Crazy Boy fall to the floor. Grimm begins stomping away at Crazy Boy. He’s joined by Seromine. Grimm looks sidelong at Seromine, who seems only too eager in the moment to help Grimm out. Grimm's look of distrust permeates even his stoic face, and he backs away from Seromine. Seromine shrugs it off, and he clubs smashes Crazy Boy across the back. Crazy Boy arches his back in pain, and Seromine throws Crazy Boy into the ring, and it seems we will finally get this match underway. Crazy Boy, dazed, gets to his feet, right into a headbutt from Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Sicko just walked over and settled in his corner rather than intervene. What kind of mess has Tyrone gotten himself into tonight?

Seromine directs traffic as Grimm picks Crazy Boy up off the mat before whipping him into a set of buckles. Grimm explodes from the opposite side of the ring where he delivers a vicious running shoulder block to the midsection. Crazy Boy groans in agony. The implacable Grimm doesn’t stop there, he continues to drive shoulder block after shoulder block into the midsection of Crazy Boy before finally whipping him into the opposite corner with Seromine. Grimm approaches, and Seromine, smiling genially, holds his hand out for a tag. Grimm, on some level knowing he has to follow the rules, makes the tag. Seromine gets in the ring and gives Crazy Boy a hellacious corner lariat. Seromine makes a cover hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Crazy Boy kicks out to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy should stay down, in my opinion.

Another reluctant tag from the Grimm-Seromine Connection happens, and Grimm begins stomping away at Crazy Boy’s body as Seromine reaches a vertical base. Seromine begins directing traffic once again as Grimm picks Crazy Boy up off the mat and once again holds him by the arms. Grimm does not seem to be liking to be doing what he's told from Seromine, like at all. Grimm does hold Crazy Boy's arms, and Seromine taunts Crazy Boy, telling him he is going to show him some real pain. The crowd roars as Crazy Boy lashes out, swinging his foot up and booting Seromine in the face, sending the Sermonizer stumbling away. He then stomps his foot down on Grimm's several times, finally hurting Grimm's base enough that the Harvester releases the hold just enough. Crazy Boy flares an elbow back, catching Grimm in the side of the temple. A fired up Crazy Boy hits a series of back elbows to follow this up. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots movement, and the crowd erupts as he is able to side step an onrushing Seromine, sending him crashing into Grimm! Grimm is sent spilling out onto the apron. while Crazy Boy is shown letting out a determined shout to the crowd. Seromine turns around and Crazy Boy nails him with a step-up enziguri to the side of the head. The crowd roars as Seromine wobbles, unsteadilty on his feet, and he turns around. Tyrone delivers a running knee to the jaw followed by a bulldog headlock which drives Seromine face first into the mat! Crazy Boy reaches a vertical base where he takes notice that Grimm is still down on the apron, and Seromine is down on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: This could be Crazy Boy’s shot!

Crazy Boy gets up, going for a vertical suplex, but Seromine blocks it with his leg. Crazy Boy releases the lift, just enough to club Seromine across the back of the head, and he goes for another vertical suplex. Seromine ducks out of the way while taking a back waist lock where he hoists Crazy Boy up in the air before driving him down into the mat on his stomach. Seromine floats over into a front face lock where he starts paint brush slapping Crazy Boy across the back of the head! The crowd boo’s intently as Seromine gets back to his feet followed by Crazy Boy but before anything else can take place Seromine tags Grimm into the match, telling him to do his job. Grimm gives Seromine a sour look. The boo's come from all over as Grimm steps into the ring before stalking around Crazy Boy as Seromine steps out to the ring apron. Grimm lifts Crazy Boy up, but Crazy Boy is able to firemans carry his way clear. Grimm doggedly puts Crazy Boy in a front facelock. Crazy Boy uses his bigger size to shove Grimm back into a neutral corner. Crazy Boy holds Grimm there, but Grimm holds his hands up to the referee. The referee starts to lay the five count to CB, and as he starts to back away at the three count, he gives enough room for Grimm to cheap shot him with a boot to the midsection! Grimm bites Crazy Boy across the bridge of the nose drawing a displeased reaction from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: The electic fighting style of Grimm, he'll use anything at his disposal, fists, feet, teeth.

Ace Anderson: Someone should check him for rabies. I'm just saying, he's always out there in those fields, you see one raccoon, it could happen more than you think.

Grimm releases his teeth from Crazy Boy’s nose and is admonished by the referee drawing a penetrating stare, but no verbal response. Grimm charges towards Crazy Boy who swings with a clothesline, Grimm ducks, and then he he bounces off the ropes he actually spring boards off the middle rope delivering a flying double footed dropkick right to the sternum of Crazy Boy. The crowd uncorks for this unexpected move from Grimm. Grimm makes the cover!

Jerry Andrews: Fists and feet flying!

Ace Anderson: I have to say, Sicko isn't looking pressed about these proceedings at all.

Sicko does watch with faint interest as Grimm goes for the pin.

The referee: One...

















Two...

Crazy Boy kicks out to a large reaction from the crowd. Crazy Boy rolls onto his stomach and searches his bearings, trying to find his corner. He spots Sicko, and starts crawling towards Sicko, holding his arm out for a tag. Sicko does not reciprocate, only looks down at Crazy Boy without pity. Grimm mounts Crazy Boy in a camel clutch position as Crazy Boy is still trying to crawl. Grimm punishes Crazy Boy with wicked, rapid fire crossface forearm shot after crossface forearm shot, pummeling Crazy Boy into not moving. The referee lays the count to Grimm who breaks the choke at the four count. Grimm reaches his feet where she reaches down picking Crazy Boy up off the mat. He fires his oppoent into a neutral corner where he charges in after CB, only to eat a boot to the face staggering Grimm backwards. Crazy Boy comes out of the corner with a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Crazy Boy makes the desperate cover.

The referee: One...



















Two... Seromine breaks the count up.

Seromine drags Crazy Boy out towards the center of the ring, away from Sicko, and he tells the sinner clown he should stay over there. He then reaches down and tags himself in on Grimm, who was using the ropes. Grimm, likewise has an annoyed look on his face. Seromine waits for Crazy Boy to get up and destroys him with a running boot to the face. The Sermonizer has a smirk across his face as he reaches his feet once more. Seromine picks Crazy Boy up off the mat before driving him back into the ropes. He holds Crazy Boy against the ropes and begins tying Crazy Boy's arms in the ropes, trapping him in the ropes on the far side of the ring from Sicko! Seromine taunts Sicko, telling him to look at his partner now. Sicko, noting that his side isn't doing so well, hunches on the top rope with both hands, but does nothing else.

Jerry Andrews: There’s got to come a point where the referee will simply call this thing.

Ace Anderson: Seromine is making Sicko watch as he punishes Crazy Boy. This just isn't right.

With Crazy Boy firmly tied up in the ropes Seromine begins hammering away at his forehead. He pounds him so ferociously, that a cut begins to appear over Crazy Boy's eye. And yet, Sicko just watches, teeth gritted a little bit, but stays in his corner. Seromine looks back at him, grinning widely.

Blood runs from the wound down Crazy Boy’s face as Seromine finally takes several steps back. The referee tries to get Seromine to stop this display and let Crazy Boy out of the ropes. And even Grimm has had enough. Grimm gets out of his corner, going towards Seromine as if to tell him this is too far. The referee tries to get between the two men. The tension from their simmering feud is boiling over in a showdown here. The two partners stare daggers at each other, and Grimm is sternly rebuking Seromine. The referee, trying to calm things down, gets between them and tries to usher Grimm back to his corner. While the referee's back is turned to deal with Grimm, Seromine is shown choking away at Crazy Boy as he remains tied up in the ropes. Grimm comes around the ring, Seromine stops choking Crazy Boy before running acorss the ring where he bounces off the ropes, he gains more speed where he looks to take Crazy Boy’s head off with a running boot to the face! The referee manages to free Crazy Boy from the ropes in just enough time for him to drop out of the way sending Seromine crotching his self on the top rope! Crazy Boy manages to take notice and scurry to his feet where he charges across the ring delivering a baseball slide dropkick to knock Grimm off the apron! Grimm goes flying off the apron and is sent down the hard way into the barricade as Crazy Boy looks back in the ring, seeing Seromine on the mat holding his groin in pain, and a league away, Sicko standing on his corner.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy once again has an opportunity for a tag!!

Crazy Boy spins back around looking for Seromine when he’s met by a hard right hand by Grimm catching Crazy Boy off guard. Grimm drives a knee into the midsection of Crazy Boy before bouncing him head first off the ring apron. Grimm takes Crazy Boy and looks to whip him into the steel ring post, Crazy Boy counters and its Grimm who bounces off the steel! Crazy Boy rolls back into the ring just as Seromine, holding his midsection, gets to his knees. Tyrone comes in to the kneeling, gasping Seromine and applies a Vulcan Nerve Hold to the neck! Seromine swats at it with his free arm, but one side of his body is falling numb, and he shouts in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my gosh! Crazy Boy - Crazy Boy has the Crazy Nerve Hold on Seromine! Seromine is in so much pain, he may tap!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy... might do it all by himself?!

Blood pours down Crazy Boy’s face as he digs his fingers deep into the neck and trapezius muscles. The referee is in prime position as he asks for Seromine to surrender! Seromine refuses which causes Crazy Boy to bear down harder on the submission! The crowd roars as Seromine raises up his right hand off the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Seromine’s going to tap! He’s going to tap!

Suddenly from out of nowhere Grimm boots Crazy Boy in the back of the head. The crowd boo’s intently as Grimm picks Crazy Boy up off the mat before delivering a back breaker to Crazy Boy. Paying Crazy Boy back for the pain of being sent into the steel, Grimm remorsely kicks and pummels Tyrone. Grimm then shakes his partner, wordlessly telling him to get off his hump. Seromine, holding his arm, waits for Grimm to go back to his corner, and he crawls over, favoring an entire side, and lifts his arm up in pain and tags Grimm. Grimm shoots back over, trying to cut the ring off from Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: The numbers are just too much for any one man to overcome.

Ace Anderson: They shouldn't be. This is a TAG. TEAM. Match. There's two of them on Tyrone's side. Hell by size alone there's freaking four of them!

Grimm locks Crazy Boy in a face lock, trying to bear him down to the mat and not let him move. Crazy Boy, struggling in the hold, reaches out to Sicko. Using all of his might, as he's struggling in the hold, he pushes himself up to his knees, then he dashes forward a few yards, still with Grimm holding him down and choking his wind off with a facelock. He extends his hand out for a tag. Sicko stares at him, his painted face twisted in an odd look. But Sicko simply turns his back and refuses a tag. The crowd boos loudly. Crazy Boy groans and unclenches his body, giving in to resistence since he can't make the tag he needs. Grimm transitions from a front facelock, sliding over and pulling him into a sleeper. He then completes the move with a sleeping neckbreaker, dropping Tyrone in the middle of the ring. Sicko watches over his shoulder as Grimm completes the move.

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration!

Ace Anderson: And all Sicko will do is watch.

Jerry Andrews: When his partner refused to take the tag, Crazy Boy's entire demeanor changed, as he saw what he was in for.

The referee counts the pin...

The referee: ONE...

















TWO...

















THR- Kickout!

The crowd erupts in an unexpected pop at the temerity of the little guy with the guts. Crazy Boy, though beaten down, shakes his head in a dazed manner and tries to get some life back behind his dulled eyes. Grimm stares down at him, and Seromine looks on in shock. Seromine snarls at Grimm, telling him he failed and to let him do it. Grimm has an expression that could read "How dare you", but he shows as much restraint as he can. Seromine berates him a little more and holds his hand out for a tag. Grimm looks from Seromine's face, and down to his hand, and tags his hand so hard that the stinging tag makes Seromine shake his hand and wince as he gets in the ring. Seromine taunts Grimm as he walks over to Tyrone, and he slaps CB and tells him that he is going to finish the job. Seromine goes over and picks up Crazy Boy, placing his head between his legs and executing a flip piledriver, spiking Tyrone into the mat.

Jerry Andrews: And there's the Original Sin!!

Seromine sinks down for a cover...

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



















TWO...

















THRE - Kickout!

Crazy Boy again kicks out, and Seromine sits up, shouting with an incredulous look on his face. His gaze drifts over to Grimm, who is staring at him in mute disapproval. Seromine gets to his feet and begins bulling the referee, pushing him. The official tells Seromine not to put his hands on him. Seromine shouts that the referee is an idiot, and he surely got three, but the referee upholds his decision. Seromine turns to face Grimm, shouting at him to wipe that look off his face. Grimm just stares at him. Seromine continues to rant, and he turns his attention to Tyrone, who is breathing heavily and trying to recover, laying on the mat. Seromine pulls Crazy Boy up by one arm, holding him there limply and looking around the arena as he's showered with boos from the crowd. Seromine talks trash to them all, calling them fools and cowards and saying he will show them all. He holds on to Crazy Boy's wrist, and then goes to pull him in for a stiff shortarmed clothesline but Crazy Boy ducks under it, and Crazy Boy turns it into a lift onto his shoulders as his head tucks under the swing of the clothesline! The transition goes from Crazy Boy ducking underneath the swing to lifting Seromine up onto his shoulders, and then performing an airplane spin! He finishes off by dumping Seromine off onto the mat! The crowd goes wild!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy just countered Ashes to Ashes!

Ace Anderson: As a one man show goes, this match has been wild.

Crazy Boy then, using everything in his reserves, pushes himself up onto his knees, breathing heavily, face red. He looks at his corner, and an angry look crosses his face. Crazy Boy storms over to Sicko, and he shouts at Sicko, saying that Sicko has pissed him off enough. Sicko's lips peel back in a look of black, utter hatred, and Crazy Boy nods, says "Oh yeah? How about this?" and he tags Sicko the hard way, by slapping him in the face. Then he gives Sicko double birds and backs away. Sicko's eyes fly open wide, and Sicko enters the ring, getting face to face and nose to nose with Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy is yelling at Sicko, saying now he wants to do something, and calling him worthless. Sicko's expression is heated, and the referee tries to do something to get between the partners, but Sicko turns, grabbing Crazy Boy by the throat, and chokeslamming him with force down to the mat. Sicko screams "DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD TEAM WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU?!" and he lifts the lifeless Crazy Boy up, torturing him with a lifted double chickenwing submission, shaking Crazy Boy as he hoists him into the air.

Jerry Andrews: SICKO HAS SNAPPED!!

Ace Anderson: The referee is staring in utter confusion, he's supposed to intervene when one team is attacking the competitor too strenuously... but what's he supposed to do when it's Tyrone's own partner?!

Sicko flings Crazy Boy down to the mat, and he shoots a dark look over at Grimm, who has entered the ring himself. Sicko seems to be readying himself for a fight, but then he just... climbs between the ropes and exits the ring. Sicko walks around the ring, going towards his ice cream truck on the stage, and not looking back.

Jerry Andrews: Sicko just destroyed Crazy Boy, and now... he's leaving him to the wolves!

Seromine, recovering, his hair plastered to his head, stares in disbelief, as does Grimm. They both look at Sicko, but Sicko is getting behind the wheel of his ice cream truck and is showing no signs of wanting to get back in the ring. Seromine, quickly and shrewdly scrambles over the body of Crazy Boy, covering him.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on... not this way, damn it. Not this way.

Ace Anderson: With no partner to help him, indeed with his own partner doing the damage, I don't like Crazy Boy's odds here.

The referee: ONE...

















TWO...

















THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here are your winners... SEROMINE AND GRIMM!!

"Be Still For The Presence Of The Lord" begins playing and Seromine gets to his feet, smiling and laughing as if it was his victory. Grimm, meanwhile, looks at the ice cream truck on the stage. Sicko starts the truck, and begins backing it out of the arena, leaving it behind. Grimm frowns, and looks over at Seromine, who is conferring with his entourage outside. Grimm meets Seromine's eyes, and they have a tense staredown.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Grimm did manage to coexist enough for this match.

Ace Anderson: Did they though, or did they just manage not to implode like Sicko and Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: Well, it may not be setting the bar very high, but at least they worked together enough to get the win. But the issues between them are far from settled.

Seromine and Lucy Willard are walking up the ramp, Seromine smiling broadly at Grimm, who continues to stare them down.

We arrive at an unfamiliar scene; a dining area of a swanky eating establishment. The restaurant has distinctively low ceilings; far lower than what would be capable of harbouring what could be considered a ‘normal sized’ human being. It is almost like the scene is taking place in an oversized doll house. Nevertheless, that does not detract from the atmospheric environment made for potential patrons. Louis Armstrong’s ‘What A Wonderful World’ plays in the background at a volume that does not detract from the mood that the establishment is trying to set. The lighting is soft throughout the windowless room; walls of velvety grey with white outlining dominates the perimeter.

Stood at a serving desk close to the only door that leads to and from the establishment, which surely must be a glaring oversight in the design of the property (just think of the fire hazards!), a small man dressed in a crisp white shirt beneath a shimmering black waistcoat awaits the arrival of his first patrons. He adjusts his black bow tie, wincing as he does so. Given the sheer number of thick purple bruises and bandages around his head, the man has clearly been through some sort of trauma recently.

It should be noted that this man isn’t just small… he’s tiny!

He stands rigid and firm as the door to the restaurant open. Two men walk in side by side, practically hand in hand. One of the men is no taller than the waiter. The second is significantly taller, complete with a thick and bushy beard that looks severely unauthentic. He is not exactly ‘normal’ height, but he still has to duck in order to fit into the room.

“Good evening gentlemen,” the waiter greets. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Yeah,” the taller man grunts in a forcefully deep voice that portrays a worse British accent than that of Shia LeBoeuf in ‘Nyphomaniac,’ “This place is too bloody cramped.”

“Please, show some dignity, Do-MINI-tor,” his companion says with an equally horrid accent before looking back to the waiter. “Yes, we have a table for two.”

“Fee Fi Fo Fum. I am big and I am dumb!” Do-MINI-tor recites his verse whilst swinging his arms in the air. The waiter ignores this unusual outburst.

“Under what name?” the waiter asks, consulting his reservations list atop his service counter.

“Shortimer,” he replies. “Horacio Shortimer.” The waiter smiles, picking up two menus and hopping down off his stool. He gestures weakly with his arm to grant access into the restaurant. The two patrons make their way to a nearby table that has already been laid out for two people; a flickering red candle sits next to a tall, skinny vase containing a single red rose in the most central area of the table. A cruet set accompanies the decorations. The table and surrounding chairs seem to have been sourced from a local kindergarten. While the chairs are of ample size for Horacio Shortimer, Do-MINI-tor’s knees end up by his ears by the time he has lowered himself into his seat. He awkwardly shuffles his chair forwards so that he is closer to the table. All the while, Shortimer stares at him with big, soppy looking eyes.

“My name is Microburst and I will be your waiter this evening,” the attendant states, producing a metallic bucket containing a bottle champagne on ice from beneath the table and pouring it into two glisteningly clean champagne flutes. The bubbles fizz so vigorously that they threaten to overflow, but they calm themselves down upon reaching the rims of the glasses. “You have pre-ordered from our set menu,” Microburst declares, “and the bill has already been settled by an unknown benefactor.” Shortimer lets out a surprised gasp, whilst Do-MINI-tor looks relatively nonplussed.

“What we ordered?” Do-MINI-tor grunts in a level of broken English that would normally be exhibited by somebody born in a foreign land.

“Why, SHRIMP, of course,” Microburst smiles. Do-MINI-tor rolls his eyes as the waiter slowly wanders away, leaving the towering bottle of champagne to rest at one side of the table. Shortimer continues to gaze at Do-MINI-tor, his elbow planted firmly on the table to act as a stand for his upright arm, letting his chin rest in the palm of his hand. His eyelids flutter swooningly as Do-MINI-tor picks up the napkin and uses it to pick at his nose. Shortimer’s expression does not change throughout this spectacle.

Seconds later, Microburst reappears with a makeshift tray on minuscule plastic plates; the sort that one would expect to find in a child’s toybox. The shellfish atop the plates, however, appear to be real enough. Even the tray is not the most functional; considering that it is actually the same miniaturised imitation of the North American Title that had been in his possession not two weeks ago.

“Enjoy, gentlemen,” Microburst says politely before motioning to walk away, but Do-MINI-tor grabs hold of the belt-come-tray with one hand and yanks it out of Microburst’s hands.

“MINE!” he yells. With a frown, Microburst concedes that he is not going to get the belt back any time soon and simply walks away instead.

“You’re so big and strong,” Shortimer croons as Do-MINI-tor shoves the entire plastic plate into his mouth and proceeds to chew. “The time that we share together is really important to me. Time, time, time. It’s all I ever talk about.” Screwing his face up, Do-MINI-tor spits out the now empty plate.

“DOM SMASH!” Do-MINI-tor sprays a combination of saliva and brine straight into Shortimer’s face as pounds his hands on the plastic plate that had landed on the table, doing his best Incredible Hulk impression.

“You’re so intelligent,” Shortimer says despite the childish antics. “I’m so pleased that we could share this romantic moment together. Time without you is time that is not worth living.”

“You puny human,” Do-MINI-tor taunts, before slowly calming down, going red in the face. “But Dom like you too.” The couple’s eyes begin to twinkle as their pupils dilate. They can both feel their respective heartbeats begin to skyrocket to a pace never experienced before. Do-MINI-tor begins to twiddle with his beard suggestively and Shortimer looks at the time on his wristwatch; which is not actually a wristwatch at all, rather a crudely drawn outline of a watch made from a thick black felt tipped pen; the time is permanently fixed at 7.00pm. Shortimer lowers his arm to make eye contact with ‘The Wee-nith’ once more.

“Kiss me,” Shortimer pleads as he slowly leans forward across the table. This action is eventually replicated by Do-MINI-tor, who slowly elevates out of his chair. Their lips begin to attract one another with lustful magnetism.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away…

Stormm can be seen howling with laughter at this scene, watching on a television monitor somewhere in the backstage area. He is forced to turn away from the screen to try and stifle some of his amusement, popping a couple of pieces of shrimp into his mouth. Clearly, this whole scenario has been orchestrated by him. He looks back, waiting for the moment of truth to unfold.

Their lips are millimetres away from each other.

Without warning, an almighty crash thunders throughout the room. Shortimer and Do-MINI-tor break away from one another to look towards the source of the disturbance. A gargantuan foot has smashed through the ceiling and turns one of the nearby tables into a pile of splinters. As the foot retracts, Shortimer and Do-MINI-tor dive out of their seats and scurry towards the back wall. Shortimer huddles into Do-MINI-tor’s chest, the larger of the two men wraps his arms around him as a blanket of security. From above, a series of fingers creep around the edges of the hole forged in the ceiling. A horrific tearing sound of bowing wood is heard as the ceiling is ripped upwards and thrown aside as if the restaurant were being torn apart by a devastating tornado.

There, standing with clenched fists over the unveiled room, the ominous and towering figure of The Zenith snarls in the direction of the little people.

Shortimer lets out a scream that is audibly akin to a child in terror; so high pitched is it that it shatters the wine glasses on their somehow intact table. Microburst, Shortimer and Do-MINI-tor try to force themselves through the tiny door that leads away from this oncoming threat. In their haste, the miniature trio wedge themselves, unable to make good their escape. Two hands reach downwards; one grabs the diminutive replica of The Zenith, whilst the other clasps both Microburst and Shortimer simultaneously by the collars of their shirts. The ‘true-to-scale’ Dominator plucks them into the air. The camera pans upwards to reveal that the supposed ‘restaurant’ has been formed inside of an oversized production crate.

He lifts the trio to his eye-level, gleaming maliciously towards the trio of miscreants with a sadistic grin.

Before any harm can befall them, Dominator is struck from behind with a blunt object. More specifically; a black wooden MLT baseball bat. A distant cheer from the fans in the arena can be heard as The Zenith falls forward.

Having emerged from the shadows completely undetected, Stormm slowly paces into frame, slapping the barrel of the bat against his open palm.

The dwarves that had been held hostage clatter across the floor upon the initial impact of the baseball bat to their captor‘s back. Shortimer and Do-MINI-tor assist the already injured Microburst away from the scene, scuttling off into the unknown and disappearing without a trace. All the while, Stormm wails on Dominator’s back with the bat. The Zenith lets out agonised roars with every successful strike before Stormm tosses the bat angrily to the ground.

He looks down at The Zenith for a moment, who is wasting no time in getting back to his feet even after such a brutal onslaught. Wide-eyed, Stormm looks around, moving himself around the back of another production crate; this one being on caster wheels. He cannot quite fathom just how Dominator is able to recover so quickly from so many strikes with what he thought was all of his strength. Summoning from a source ever deeper than that used before, Stormm finds even greater strength as he begins to wheel the heavy cate across the concrete floor. Dominator only notices Stormm’s ploy at the last second. It is impossible for him to avoid the oncoming collision, crushing him between the crate and a metallic roller-shutter garage door. Dominator slumps to the ground, writhing in pain.

Satisfied with his handiwork, as well as ensuring there has been sufficient time for the little men to make their getaway, Stormm glares at his nemesis with a sense of accomplishment. He looks down to the ground to where he’d thrown his bat, only to notice that it isn’t there. Stormm immediately looks cautiously around the immediate area, sensing imminent danger.

And rightfully so.

Coming to the aid of his client, Horacio Mortimer lets out an unwilling shriek as he leaps from a nearby scaffolding structure that he had ascended in the midst of the melee, thrusting the bat downwards in Stormm’s direction. Fortunately for Stormm, he is able to evade, causing Horacio to crash and burn against the concrete, unable to land firmly on both feet, instead sprawling forwards. The bat clatters to the ground as Horacio attempts to scarper across the ground, letting out a distressed yelp as Stormm plants his foot against his spine to pin him in place.

Horacio clamours to retrieve the bat, just a mere fingertip away from touching distance. Stormm kicks his arm away, stepping off Horacio to return the bat to his possession. Horacio tries to scramble away, making for the production crate that he’d use to bury The Zenith, but Stormm intercepts him once again. Stormm takes a look at the bat, then down at Horacio. For so long, Horacio had masterminded the annihilation of Stormm, even if such atrocities were committed by Dominator on his own behalf.

Stormm would relish this opportunity.

He lifts the bat high above his head, as if the summon the forces of nature themselves to infuse themselves into his bat to deliver the final blow. Maybe he savours this moment just a moment too long, for the second he looks to his right, he is immediately blasted in the stomach by a stampeding Dominator, who delivers a Force Of Time with authority, sending Stormm slamming downwards into the concrete. Stormm clutches the back of his head. It had bounced like a bowling ball against the unforgiving surface beneath them.

Dominator glowers at Stormm, before somewhat reluctantly stepping away to attend to Horacio Mortimer. The Chronological Order’s Founder dusts off his suit as he is assisted to his feet by The Zenith. Horacio looks with distain towards The Force of Nature. With twisted intentions in mind, he locks eyes with his client and simply nods his head, signalling for the coup de grace.

With Stormm still grounded, Dominator delivers a stiff kick to Stormm’s side to encourage him to roll onto his front. Mimicking the posture adopted by Stormm against Horacio, Dominator plants his foot against Stormm’s spine, albeit much more aggressively. Horacio lowers himself onto his knees, fumbling around with Stormm’s jacket before he allocates that which The Order seeks; the strap of the North American Title belt that has been around the champion’s waist for the duration of this exchange. Horacio fumbles with the latches of the belt in a frenzied manner. The defining moment arrives as the two ends flop to either side of Stormm’s waist. It takes another powerful kick from The Temporal King to knock Stormm away from his belt. Horacio yanks it free from the last piece of Stormm’s lower torso keeping the belt pinned the ground, before presenting it to Dominator with a sense of regal prowess, as if the belt were already presented on a plump velvet cushion.

Dominator looks triumphantly towards the belt, flashing a wicked grin as he once again claims the belt as his own. Like a knight that has slain a dragon, he stomps his foot down against Stormm’s gut and hoists the North American Title aloft, letting out a trademark roar to signify his dominance over his fallen foe. Without another word, Dominator and Horacio begin to make their exit. All the while, The Zenith does not lose sight of Stormm until they are at a sufficient distance, confident that the ’true’ North American champion will not be able to prevent his title belt’s abduction for the umpteenth time.

We head backstage, where Shane Dodge is seen standing in between David Hunter on his left, getting ready by stretching out his random joints, and Holden Ross on his right, standing tall with his arms folded across his wide chest.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here backstage with two out of the five participants in tonight's main event for the King of the Underground Championship. To my left, the former champion, David Hunter. And to my right, his newest ally, Holden Ross. David, I'm going to start with you. Tonight you are looking to regain your crown. Knowing what's ahead, how are you planning on doing it?

Shane puts the mic towards David, who wastes no time.

David Hunter: Tonight is about one thing, Shane Dodge. At the last Trauma, we saw an injustice take place. A lowly peasant thought he could hand my crown off to a pathetic fool attempting to pass off as a knight. Alas, that peasant and I will once again be in the same ring. But tonight is different. You see, while the peasant deals with five wrestlers all at once--no doubt a dream come true for him--the fool is looking at four other competitors who will stop at nothing to toss him over the top.

David takes a brief moment to gather his thoughts.

David Hunter: We've got the typical, lowly, dirty stable boy in Cory Steel. He thinks that by taking advantage of this match he can rise up from the horsesh*BEEP* and walk away with the crown, but what Cory Steel doesn't realize is that dealing with stable horses and dealing with mustangs are two different thing. Your king might have some damn nice breeds, but he himself is a mustang, baby. For all the stallions in the stable, ain't nobody better than a wild-bred mustang, so if you think you have what it takes to tame me, than Mr. Steel, I suggest you return to where you belong and start preparing the hay and oats.

Another brief pause.

David Hunter: Then there's the...lady...I guess? Does that sound right?

Holden merely shrugs in response.

David Hunter: The courtesan of this evening, Alexa Black. What more can I say about her? Her eyes are set on one man in Joey Handy, but what Alexa will realize is that....what a courtesan wants is not only irrelevant, but also pointless. A courtesan does what the court wants, and considering I am your King, I do believe I want my crown back. So Alexa, you can deal with Joey on your own time, but while you're with the boys in the Underground, you have to expect some...unfortunate accidents.

This gets the crowd hot, who give off a fairly large boo.

David Hunter: But how about Tyler Scott. The false king. A man who took advantage of the coup by the lowly peasant to usurp me of my kingdom. Tyler, last week I suggested you should act like the knight and just fall on your sword. By not taking my advice, you proved to me why you are nothing but the fool. Quite frankly, it's just so damn funny watching you with that crown. But Tyler, the joke's over. You've had your fun. The court is entertained. But the lights are off and the king is done laughing. Tonight you will attempt to retain your place upon my throne, but you will soon find out why I am the once and future king. Why I am a warrior-king, and furthermore, why I will regain my crown and reclaim my spot as the only royalty in this division.

David looks over towards Holden, a smirk growing on his face.

David Hunter: Then there's this man...

Shane takes this time and reclaims the mic.

Holden stands, statue still, allowing Shane and David to exchange a glance to which David gives a shrug. Just as Shane’s mouth opens to say something Tessa steps into the shot. She takes the microphone from Shane and gives David a sideways glance before speaking.

Tessa: Holden dominated the division until he was stabbed in the back by that piece of trash, Tyler Scott. Alexa has no business being in this match and “The Bear?” Ha! Closer to “Winnie the Pooh” than a Grizzly. And Alexa? That bitch gets blown and gassed just walking to the ring. You are looking at one of the winners. The only question is will it be David? Or my Holden?

She shoves the mic into Shane's chest.

David and Holden share a look, the two of them showing little, if any emotion upon their face.

Tessa stands to Holden's right, her smirk showing clearly.

Shane is in the middle, looking awkward with the growing tension.

Eventually, the two second-generation wrestlers lock hands, Predator-style. They share a smirk before walking off-screen to the right. Tessa joins them, sticking close to her man.

Shane releases some breath that he was holding. The feed then cuts to the next segment.

The camera catches Cory Steel lumbering around backstage, wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, heavy black boots, and a simple red gym bag slung over his right shoulder. His head is down, his hair hiding the left side of his face. As he brushes past Joey Handy, Cory continues walking past without a second glance, but then he stops, visibly stiffening up.

Cory Steel: Joey...

Cory turns around now, pushing his hair back out of his face.

Cory Steel: I uh.....wanted to let you know that Alexa Black is a wrecking ball, be smart...not...not that you uh....

Cory is mumbling now, his face has gone red. Sharing feelings or trusting another person wasn't his style, but he huffs, reaching into his red gym bag pulling something shiny out.

Cory Steel: Carry one of these with you, because she'll take a shot at you without a second thought.

Hanging from the thumb of his left hand (the other four fingers were missing), is a pair of brass knuckles.

Cory Steel: She may be a psycho, and she's been the punch line of most of my jokes, but one thing I do know is that she is a blood thirsty animal.

The Handyman reluctantly takes and pockets the weapon, his face screwed into an odd mix of suspicion and gratitude.

Joey Handy: Th- thanks, man.

Joey pauses for a few seconds, examining the weapon he was just gifted.

Joey Handy: She's beyond monstrous. He hasn't just gotten into MY head. She's gotten into Nadine's. She's gotten into my kids' heads. She's taken everything from me.

Again, Joey pauses, serious contemplation on his mind.

Joey Handy: I have some soul searching to do, as far as my family is concerned. As for Alexa...

Joey produces a ten pound sledgehammer from his own pack and slings it over his shoulder effortlessly.

Joey Handy: I'll take any advice I can get, because when I get done with her, I want to be sure she'll never want to cross my path again. Thanks, man.

Joey approaches Cory and places a hand on his shoulder, which quickly gets awkward with a sneer from Steel. Joey mouths the word, "Sorry." Without another word, Steel nods and walks away, leaving Handy standing like the nerd who expects the jock to be his friend in high school. He shouts after The Bear as he strolls away.

Joey Handy: You can never have too many friends, am I right?

Then Joey mumbles to himself.

Joey Handy: God, I hope you're a friend, and not another way for life to screw me over.

Sasha Greene: The following is a Love Hurts Tag team match, scheduled for one fall!

Once again, the red filter, the Valentines day theme graphics, and the little heart stickers pop up on the screen overlayed on Sasha in the view of the Tron. As Sasha sees the Valentine's Day graphics, her face breaks out in a big smile.

Ace Anderson: Whoever involved in the filters for tonight's show has got to be some obnoxious millenial.

Jerry Andrews: At least it hasn't given her a puppy face.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first...

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 his hand above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.

Jerry Andrews: You'll notice that Stormm does not have his North American title with him.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, because Dominator and Mortimer stole it earlier! And how these guys are supposed to be a team!?

Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, 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: Well, we've already seen two of the most unlikely teams ever collide in the first tag team match.

Ace Anderson: And we also saw a team fall completely to pieces. I have to believe these guys saw that too, and are all going to try their best to work together.

Jerry Andrews: There's a slim hope for that, considering who we're talking about here.

Ace Anderson: Who am I kidding, you're right... if anything, they're all going to team up to kick the shit out of Kyle Shane.

Jerry Andrews: Or tear into each other, perhaps.

Sasha Greene: And his partner, introducing next, he weighs in at 365 lbs... from Salisbury, England... DOMINATOR!!

The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…

…DOMINATOR…

The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.

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

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

Jerry Andrews: How are these two supposed to coexist? How???

Sasha Greene: And their opponents... 

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook the "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo down on one knee with his back to the crowd, hood pulled low over his face. He bursts suddenly to his feet, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into cheers as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if absorbing the energy from the crowd.

Sasha Green: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!

Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans wearing his mercy, telling them they made a solid investment. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He runs to the opposite ring post and leaps onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it to the Faithful. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.

Jerry Andrews: We know Dom and Stormm have had their struggles. It was only a few weeks ago, these teams were completely switched up, and Dominator and Gerard took on and pinned Stormm in a tag match with Kyle Shane.

Ace Anderson: But now, for the purposes of this goofy Frenemies Tag Night, they have to coexist from bell to bell.

Jerry Andrews: Ahh, Love Hurts, huh?

Ace Anderson: ...Frenemies Tag Night sounds better.

Sasha Greene: And his partner, weighing in at 218 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... He is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion... 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 balaclava-like mask resembling a bandanna over the lower half of his face, a floor length leather outlaw duster, and a leather belt/harness resembling holsters on his hips. Shane tilts his head back, holding his arms out. 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, as he pulls the balaclava mask away, his normal, infuriating, arrogant smirk spreads across his face and he raises his eyebrow. He fluidly slips between the ropes, pirhouettes towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the duster and begins stretching for the match.

Jerry Andrews: Can Shane and Angelo coexist, weeks before their cage match for the World Title? Can Dominator and Stormm coexist, after Dominator's attacks on Stormm and theft of the North American Title?!

Ace Anderson: We're about to find out, here... we... go!

Tag Team Match
Gerard Angelo & Kyle Shane vs Dominator & Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Nigel Gale

The bell rings, and Dominator does some last minute stretches as he and Gerard circle around, then lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Dominator shoves Gerard to the mat. Dominator flexes his muscles at Kyle and roars. Gerard looks perturbed for a second, then he gets a look on his face that say "Ya know what..." and he tags in Kyle. Kyle rolls his tongue around the front of his mouth, a piqued look on his face that says Gerard Angelo is testing the bonds of this tag team already.

Jerry Andrews: Things not off to a good start right here.

The massive Dominator begins to taunt the God of Game and challenge him to take his hand in a test of strength. Shane reluctantly begins to slowly raise his hand to match Dominator’s, but it’s a ploy as he quickly spins around Dominator and kicks him in the back of his knee. Dominator stumbles down to one knee and glares at Shane with anger as Shane taps his temple to show how brilliant he is. Dominator gets back up and the two men circle each other. Dominator lunges forward with a collar tie-up, but Shane ducks underneath him. Shane throws a quick punch which lands on Dominator’s jaw even before he can turn completely around. Shane lands another jab on Dominator followed by another and a fourth, each hit staggering the Sinister one, but not knocking him off his feet. Shane runs past Dominator and bounces off the ropes before leaping off his feet with a clothesline, only to be caught in mid-air by Dominator, who drives Shane to the canvas with a powerslam! Dominator drags Shane up by the arm before pulling him towards him and almost decapitating him with a short-arm clothesline. Shane pounds the mat hard as he clutches his head in pain. Dominator lifts the World champion to his feet again before throwing him into his corner. He’s tall enough to lift his leg and place it against Shane’s throat, choking him as the ref counts to four before standing flat-footed again. Shane falls forward, gasping for breath, but Dominator plants a hand into Shane’s chest and shoves him back into the corner where he makes the tag to Stormm. Stormm steps over the top rope and delivers a back elbow to the side of Kyle’s face. Kyle runs from the corner, holding his cheek, before turning around into a big boot. Stormm falls on top of him for the pin.

The ref: One... kickout.

Ace Anderson: I have to say, I’m surprised Kyle’s been in this much trouble this early.

Jerry Andrew: The key word is early. He’s got plenty of time to bounce back.

As if perfectly on cue, Kyle rips off a standing dropkick out of nowhere as the two men reached their feet. Kyle buys some time to gather himself with the surprise move that catches Stormm off guard. The dropkick sent Stormm to the ropes where he finds himself near his partner, but he’s too shaken to comprehend his position. Shane, meanwhile, pulls himself up by the other side ropes. Shane takes off running towards Stormm, but Stormm ducks his head and sends Kyle over the top ropes with a back body drop, though the former World Champion lands athletically on his feet! Kyle quickly grabs Stormm’s feet and rips it out from under him, and Stormm falls face first to the mat. Kyle quickly slides back into the ring and lands an elbow drop right to the back of Stormm’s neck before rolling across Stormm's back and going for a trailer hitch.

Jerry Andrews: Shane going for an early Honor Among Thieves attempt, can he get it locked in?!

Stormm tries to fight his way out of the submission, but he’s having a lot of difficulty, something his partner recognizes. Dominator drops down on the outside floor and grabs his partner by the arms before dragging him back towards the edge of the ring where he drapes Stormm’s hand on the bottom rope. The ref clearly notices what’s happened and he admonishes Dominator who doesn’t care as he holds his arms up in the air, acting innocent. Kyle releases the hold, trying to pull Stormm over into an armbar now, but Stormm pounds on his head, making Kyle scoot over, holding his forehead. Stormm pulls himself up, using the ropes, and shakes his knee out. Kyle is able to catch him off guard with a head scissors that flips Stormm over and onto his butt. Matthews, taken off guard, crawling over and getting taken down by a leg lariat from Kyle. Kyle shouts to the crowd and gets fired up, and gets ready to kick Stormm's head off with a roundhouse quite early, but Stormm, having had enough of the harassment and enough of the playing around, ducks the kick and when Kyle turns he eats one of the cringiest backbreakers you could have seen, an STO backbreaker onto his knee with such force that Kyle's back arches and he slides off to the mat. Now Stormm has a gritted teeth look set on his face and you can see the anger radiating off. Stormm drops down, grinding his forearm very strongly against Kyle's windpipe.

Ace Anderson: You know, I've noticed, that besides Stormm, every one in this match has been here for an average of two years, and that is something Stormm seems to take personally in everything he says.

Jerry Andrews: I can only imagine he doesn't take too kindly to these guys trying to take the spotlight from his record spanning North American Title run.

Ace Anderson: Are we really supposed to care about that? Just because he quotes us a statistic?

The referee starts counting Stormm out because that's kind of a choke, a 5-count to a disqualification. Stormm breaks at 3, and stands up, dragging Kyle by the arm back to the corner. Again, Dominator holds his hand out for a tag, but Stormm ackowledges it, but doesn't tag Dom, the cracks in their foundation showing as well. Stormm drops a knee across the forehead of Kyle, then goes for a pin.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Stormm gets up, lifting a limp World champopn with him, and goes to vertical suplex him. He does lift him into the air, straight as an arrow, but as he's being hoisted, he drives a knee down into the side of the head of Stormm a few times until he loosens his grip. Kyle wiggles enough that he can twist out of the grip, flowing behind Stormm. He pushes him into the ropes chest first. They both stumble back, and Shane attempts an O'Connor roll out of this. The referee starts counting...

The referee: One... Kickout.

Stormm, annoyed that Kyle countered him like that, gives him an axehandle to the back of the head. Stormm mounts his opponent and begins and he tee’s off on Shane, but Kyle counters the positioning, trying to straddle the bigger Stormm and lay into him with mounted right hands, only to be gouged in the eyes by Stormm. The crowd boo loudly as Michaels is back to a vertical base where he starts stomping away at Kyle. Michaels reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat before taking him back into the rope, where he looks to fire the World champion across the ring. Kyle counters the whip and it is Michaels who bounces off the ropes and into a reverse elbow that sends him to the mat. Stormm is quickly to his feet where Kyle scoops him up and body slams. Kyle looks to drop a elbow, Stormm rolls out of the way before beating Kyle to his feet where he’s able to catch Kyle with a knee to the midsection followed by a butterfly suplex into a backbreaker. Again, Kyle clutches at his back and yells in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle has taken a serious amount of punishment in this match, he needs to get to his corner and tag in a fresh partner.

Kyle tries to crawl to his corner, but Stormm stops it, picking the leg and holding it in an Indin deathlock. Shane yells and stretches for the tag. Gerard Angelo is trying his best to stretch as far as he can. Stormm releases the hold, then he points at Dominator. "YOU!" he roars, "Think you can do this right?!" Dominator snarls at Stormm, and Stormm tries dragging Shane over to his corner, but Kyle spins around, gathers his legs and kicks Stormm hard enough to send him rolling. Stormm, surprised, rolls to his feet and Kyle unleashes a sliding knee. Kyle rises back to his feet before leaping onto the ring apron where he goes to the corner furthest away. He gets a running head start before jumping off the apron where he lands a form of a missile dropkick to Dominator’s shoulder! The impact is enough to send Dominator barreling over the guardrail where he spills into the front row of fans! Kyle bounces back to his feet where he pumps his fist in the air in celebration as the crowd responds with a big reaction. Kyle has sent Dominator out into the crowd! Now, he’s just got to deal with one man instead of two, at least for the time being. Kyle rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring where Stormm meets him with a double ax-handle blow to his back before Shane can even get off his knees. The blow flattens Shane, but he bounces back up rather quickly, getting to one knee where Stormm lands a bionic elbow, cracking the crown of the champ’s head. Shane falls backwards, but he’s able to rest on the heels of his feet, keeping him from falling all the way to the canvas. Stormm backs up a few steps before lunging towards Shane, drilling him with a kick to the temple! Stormm picks a floppy Shane up, then drives his skull into the mat with a brainbustaaaaaa. Shane is spiked into the mat, and as he lands, he's just staring straight up with vacancy in his eyes. Shane’s legs are awkwardly folded as his back falls flat against the mat, until Stormm straightens him out and hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

The ref: One...



















Two - Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: No dice! Despite the awkward landing on the head and neck, Shane is still able to kick out!

Ace Anderson: I don't like the way that landing looked though, Andrews, people have had major surgeries for less...

Stormm wastes no time, picking Shane off the mat before whipping him into the ropes. When Shane rebounds, Stormm sidesteps him before lifting him up underneath his arm pits and planting him on the mat again with a sidewalk slam! Stormm lifts Shane up before sending him crashing to the mat with a gorilla press slam. The Force of Nature peels Shane off the mat before delivering him into a set of buckles, following that up with a running clothesline that leaves Shane sandwiched! Shane crumples to the mat, as Stormm clearly has the upper hand. Stormm, holding his back, contorts around after being kicked into the turnbuckles. He crawls to his corner, not intending to make a tag, but the big man reaches down and tags Stormm anyway. Stormm looks up, surprised, and Dominator is already getting in the ring. Stormm yells at Dominator, as the referee tries to make Stormm leave.

Jerry Andrews: These two men have an advantage, they can't wait to squander it here...

Dominator jerks up one of Kyle's arms and throws him down with an armdrag. Kyle gets to his feet as Dominator grips his arm and wrings it out a little. Kyle reverses by rolling through athletically, and performing a cartwheel to escape the pressure of the armwringer. He sweeps Dominator's legs. Dominator backs up, and then as he tries to pull the referee in the way to keep Kyle away, Kyle advances to pull Dominator up again. Dominator gives Kyle a nasty thumb to the eye. Dominator then gives Kyle a headbutt that makes Kyle stumble away in pain. He backs Kyle up to the ropes and gives him a few forearm shots, then goes to whip Kyle to the opposite rope. Kyle runs off the ropes and on the return, he hits a running Codebreaker to catch Dominator off guard! A winded Kyle, taking a few moments to gather his breath, tries to see where he is even though his eyes are dulled. At length, he rolls into a cover.

The referee: One...

















Two... Kickout.

Kyle doesn't waste a moment, then drops an elbow on Dominator’s chest and then another. He starts to go for a second cover, but Dominator shoves him away. Kyle quickly cranks Dominator's head in a neck vice submission, twisting Dominator's head painfully. Dominator yells in pain and tries to get to his feet. Slowly, he pulls himself up and begins levelling elbow shots at Kyle's midsection.Finally, Dominator is able to fight his way free. He starts crawling towards his corner, but instead of reaching his hand out for a tag, Stormm, sneering at him and still smarting from their last tag, shakes his head. Dominator turns and lays an uppercut in to Kyle, making the champion stumble backwards a few steps. He starts to run off the ropes, but Kyle leapfrogs over him on the return. Dominator turns around as Kyle runs off the opposite side, but Kyle ducks under a clothesline. Dominator turns around, confused, and gets a boot to the gut and receives a snap suplex. Dominator shouts, holding his back. He gets up. Kyle, pacing around, starts to run off the ropes, but Stormm shoves him from behind. Kyle stumbles a few steps, and then turns around to glare at Stormm. Kyle turns back, and Dominator gives him a European uppercut. Dominator responds by tagging in his partner with a slap on the chest so hard that it can be clearly heard.

Ace Anderson: Love may hurt... but that "tag" certainly stung pretty bad too.

Stormm, getting his head back in the game, gives a few short and angry stomps at Kyle’s head. The ref yells at Stormm not to do that, but Stormm just shrugs him off and gives Kyle a few more good stomps. Stormm then picks up Kyle and throws him into the ropes, when Kyle comes back, Stormm leapfrogs over him. When Kyle runs back off the ropes again, Stormm crushes him with an Axe bomber style lariat. Stormm looks back at Gerard, giving him a few choice words and picks up Kyle, only to get hit with a jawbreaker. Stormm falls to his knees as then Kyle lifts him up, backing him into the corner, as he nails knife edge chops away at Stormm’s chest. After a few good chops, Kyle walks Stormm over to his corner and tags in Gerard, who gives Stormm a few rights and lefts, then a leaping knee to the side of the head. Stormm falls back against the ropes, covering up, as Gerard gives him a boot to the gut and a gutwrench suplex. Gerard lands a leg drop across the throat, and goes for a cover.

The referee: One...

















Two... Kickout.

Stormm and Shane both work their way to their feet pretty quickly, with Gerard ducking underneath a clothesline before running off the ropes. He comes back to Stormm who tries a back elbow, but again Kyle ducks underneath and bounces off the opposite ropes. When Gerard comes back, Stormm swings for a clothesline but Kyle ducks, comes off the rebound and annihilates him with a busaiku knee knick!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo decks Stormm with a Headhunter!

The entire crowd comes unglued as Shane is down on the mat, trying jerkily to push himself up. Finally, he is able to kip up, to a tremendous response. The crowd has started a massive row of "Angelo" chants, and Gerard delivers a vicious backhand bitch slap to a rising Stormm that would send spit flying. Stormm stumbles around in a circle, and the Hollywood Hero hits a second flying knee to the face. Then Angelo goes for the cover.

The ref: One...

















Two...

















Thr- Kickout.

Angelo doesn't waste time complaining, he checks the positioning of Dominator as he peels Stormm up, but Stormm wraps his arms around the midsection and bulls Gerard back into a turnbuckle, then he begins hitting some harsh shoulder thrusts to the midsection. The crowd boos vociferously, and Stormm begins peppering Gerard with right hands in the corner. Stormm backs up to the middle of the ring, playing to the crowd and asking them to send him all of their hate and then he goes flying in for a Stinger splash yet Gerard ducks out of the way, and Stormm eats nothing but a chest and face full of turnbuckle! Dominator runs his hands over his face in a "Hoe, Oh my fucking god" type of look. As Stormm staggers back, holding himself, Gerard takes him down with a falling reverse neckbreaker, and then, he runs off the ropes and hits a senton back splash in the middle of the ring, rolling over for the cover.

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Thr- Kickout!

Stormm has rolled onto the apron, and looks to be out of it after the flurry of moves. Both men take a few seconds to catch their breath. Angelo, breathing heavily from the expended energy, rolls to his feet and goes over to the ropes to lift up Stormm, but Justin meets him with a shoulder thrust through the middle rope. Stormm gives Gerard a second shoulder thrust, then he grips Gerard's head and snaps it down across the top rope. Gerard flings back into the middle of the ring, contorting and holding his throat.

Jerry Andrews: Borderline illegal move by Stormm

Stormm picks up Kyle and body slams him hard onto the ground. Stormm grabs Gerard by the hair as he lifts him up, giving him clubs to the back, and throws him into the ropes, when Gerard comes back, Stormm catches him with a scoop powerslam. Stormm picks up Gerard, who then gets a surge of engery. Gerard hits Stormm several times with right hands and goes to jump to his corner to tag in Kyle Shane, but Stormm grabs Gerard’s arm and shortarms him back for a stiff knee in the gut. Then Stormm grabs Gerard and slams him down with a snap suplex. Stomm stands on Gerard’s neck using the rope for leverage, choking him, as Gerard runs in, but the ref stops Shane from entering in the ring. Meanwhile, with the ref distracted by an enraged Gerard, Dominator bull rushes in and he and Stormm lay several boots to Gerard. The crowd boos heavily.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, great. Wonderful. I'm glad they found their chemistry together.

Ace Anderson: I guess it's just part of studying in the same class.

The referee turns just in time to see Dominator. Like, how could you miss him. He's trying to go back in his corner and act like nothing had happened, but the referee, getting fed up with all of this, berates Dominator too. He turns back to the spot of Gerard, who had just gotten finished getting choked by Stormm. Stormm then hooks Gerard's leg and goes for the pin.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator and Stormm don't see eye to eye on anything, but when it comes to shithouse tactics, they're old hands.

The referee: One …



















Two…



















Thre- Kickout.

Gerard kicks out and Stormm shakes his head with disgust. Stormm brings Gerard up and throws him into the ropes, but Kyle comes roaring back with a huge clothesline, which makes the North American champ go down hard. Stormm then gets to his feet, as Gerard is able to fling the bigger man over his head with a back drop. Stormm gets up once again and Gerard takes him down with a belly to belly suplex, then he starts to crawl to his corner and makes the tag with Kyle Shane. Stormm gets to one knee, but only to receive both hard rights a few knee lifts from an energetic Kyle. When Stormm doesn’t go down, Kyle gives him a hard chop to the chest. Kyle chops again and again, then he grips Stormm's arm and whips him into the corner. Stormm is laid out across the turnbuckles. Kyle then runs in and delivers a jumping double high knee right to the sternum in the corner. Stormm holds his chest as he stumbles out. He flops to his knees, holding himself. Shane measures Stormm as the big man is trying to flounder his way to a standing position, and when he does, Shane, amazingly, is able to lift him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position and blast Stormm with a detonation kick!

Jerry Andrews: Shane with American Distillation!!

The referee: One...



















Two...

















Thre- Dominator dives in, breaking the count!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator saves it for the North American Champion, and it has to be killing him.

Ace Anderson: Are we witnessing a Valentines Day miracle?! Has their side found... a common bond??

Shaking with intensity, Dominator gets to his feet, and mauls Kyle Shane with a clothesline. He runs into the corner to nail Gerard Angelo and knock him loose from the apron, and Gerard tries getting into the ring to attack his rival. But the ref holds Gerard back! Behind the ref's back, Stormm and Dominator are viciously choking and stomping Kyle with his boot. The ref turns back in lieu of Kyle' frantic pointing. Stormm takes a few lungfuls of air to recover as he crawls back to his corner but he stops in his tracks when Dominator tags himself in again. Stormm has a wide eyed look of annoyance. Dominator walks over, ignoring the shouts and taunts from his partner, lifts Shane up and crushes him with a powerbomb, then covers...

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Thre- Kickout!

Dominator lifts Kyle up and gives him a fallaway slam, then he tags in Stormm and shouts "Now you get in there!" Stormm, eyeing Dominator and obviously not liking the way his partner is commanding him around, stares daggers at him. On the other side of the ring, Shane is crawling onto his stomach, breathing heavily, his hair soaked in sweat, and looking groggily and weakly at Gerard Angelo, who is exorting him to get his ass over there and tag. Shane, in sarcastic humor despite getting crushed, asks Gerard sardonically if "You think I should call some favors in to Loki??" And Gerard looks aggravated. Kyle tries crawling towards Gerard, but Stormm rushes in, nailing Kyle with a kick to the back of the head, and dropping down for a cover.

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Thre- Kickout!

Stormm slaps the mat, then he pulls Gerard up, lifts his dead weight ass up to his shoulders and nails an inverted STO. Shane flips onto his back, and looks to be out of it. Stormm points back to Dominator, teasing tagging him back in, but he snarls, shaking his head no. Kyle is trying to get back to his corner as his partner looks on with a vested interest. Stormm straddles Kyle over his lower back, and then drops down with a butt bump to injure the lower back. He gives Kyle a few more stomps, then he lifts Kyle up, giving him a Hangcloud DDT. Kyle is laid out in the middle of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: First the Flash Flood, now the Hangcloud DDT. Stormm is determined to put Shane down tonight.

Stormm covers, hooking the leg.

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Th- Kickout!

Stormm shouts angrily, yelling "Come on!" to the referee. He snarls and walks over to Dominator, telling him in no uncertain terms that they do what he says. They each grab a leg of Kyle and perform a double team wishbone, pulling each leg to the side and snapping down. Kyle howls and holds his midsection. He rolls onto his stomach and kicks his legs in pain. Dominator lifts Shane up and punishes him even more with a backbreaker across his massive knee. Kyle slides off, grimacing and holding his midsection. Dominator starts to roar triumphantly... and then Stormm tags him back out, saying "You're done now." Dominator, outraged at being benched, curses at Stormm but Stormm pays him no mind. Stormm walks over and picks up Kyle. He goes for a lifted reverse STO, with extra delay as he walks Kyle around from the side. But suddenly, Kyle pulls his head loose, and he pushes Stormm forward. Dominator holds his head in his hands as he yells, because Stormm's blown it for their team again.

Jerry Andrews: I have to believe that this is going to cost them.

Ace Anderson: Shane and Angelo show some tension, but they both also love winning and glory too much to let it get in the way.

Kyle crawls over as fast as he can and tags in Gerard, who meets Stormm with a running crossbody. Gerard shoots to his feet and runs across the ring, kicking Dominator in the kneecap and knocking him off the apron. The Hollywood Hero is showing a huge amount of fire as he turns back to Stormm, stalking him, and then Stormm gets crushed with a leg hook reverse STO.

Jerry Andrews: DIRECTORS CUT TO STORMM!

Stormm rolls over to the other side of the ring. Angelo chases after him, scooping him up and rolling him over to pin him.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



















TWO...

















THR-

Both Dominator and Kyle Shane hit the ring at the same time. Shane thinks Dominator is about to stomp on Angelo, so Shane body checks Dominator, knocking him off balance. But unfortunately, it's Shane that steps on Angelo, breaking up the cover.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle just tried to save his partner, but in pushing Dominator out of the way, Shane just knocked into Angelo and broke the pin!

Angelo rises up to meet Kyle, and he starts shouting at Shane, asking him what the hell that was. Shane says "I just saved your ass!" Angelo shakes his head, irate, and shouts "You can't let anybody have the glory but yourself!" and he shoves Kyle. Kyle chuckles, as if to say oh buddy you didn't want to do that, and he shoves Gerard back. The two go face to face, and nose to nose, and the referee can't even squeeze in tight enough to separate the two men who have been engaged in such a bitter rivalry.

Ace Anderson: I guess it was only a matter of time before we saw this, both men have been putting their egos aside for this whole match, but it was bound to blow up.

Shane shoves Angelo strongly, pushing him back a few steps, and Angelo, relentless, comes right back in and slaps Shane across the face. The two men are red faced and screaming at each other, and then all of a sudden they are clobbered by both Dominator and Stormm, who take Shane and Angelo down with clotheslines. Dominator lifts Angelo up and crushes him with a chokeslam, and he starts to go for a pin, no longer even remembering if he's the legal man or not. Stormm yanks Dominator up by the shirt, and berates him, too, shouting that he's the legal man. Dominator shouts at him "IT'S MINE!" and they get in each other's face, and THEY start arguing.

Jerry Andrews: This match has badly broken down, all four men have started fighting and blaming each other, including the tag partners.

Ace Anderson: And therein, we come to the logical conclusion of this whole Frenemies Tag Night debacle... it's gonna get baaaaadddd...

Dominator decks Stormm, making the North American champion roll out of the way, onto the apron. Dominator then turns his attention to who he was sure was the legal man, Gerard Angelo. The referee doesn't even know what to think at this point, or if he should throw this match out. Dominator lifts Gerard up onto his shoulders, trying to put him in a torture rack to crank down on the Rip In Time. Gerard flings an arm helplessly, trying to get out of it. Suddenly, Kyle Shane comes in, grips the boot of Angelo, and yanks him out, pulling him out of the Rip In Time and dropping him to the mat. Dominator turns around and Kyle Shane hits him with a quick spinning heel kick that catches the giant flush on the jaw! Dominator rolls to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: DEAD EYE TO DOMINATOR!

Ace Anderson: AND DOMINATOR IS DOWN!!

Jerry Andrew: Woo. Try saying that fast...

Shane goes out of the ring, stalking after Dominator, who is sitting on his side and blinking in confusion as he lays out in the aisle. In the ring, the REAL two legal men are still left, as Gerard Angelo pulls himself up. He sees Kyle outside stalking Dominator. Kyle goes to lift Dominator up but he is distracted by Gerard yelling at him. As Kyle Shane is surprised by a lifting STO hold and dropped in the aisle by Dominator, simulataneously Stormm comes in behind Gerard and rolls him up with a schoolboy. The referee, relieved that the only two men left in the ring are the legal men and the chaos has subsided enough, comes in to count.

Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute - DOMINATOR JUST LAID KYLE OUT WITH THE ANACHRONISM ON THE OUTSIDE!

Ace Anderson: And at the same time, Stormm's got Gerard!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...

















THREE!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here are your winners... DOMINATOR AND STORMM!!

"Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine hits on the PA, and after a few moments to recover, Stormm sits up, and begins holding his arms up, laughing and cheering. Kyle Shane, his head spinning from the hard hit onto the concrete, rolls up and, arms as weak as tissue paper, begins trying to pull himself up on the apron. Kyle shouts at Gerard, who is staring in disbelief. Gerard sits up, staring at Stormm, who is pacing around the ring, holding his hands up arrogantly.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think Kyle and Gerard can make heads or tails of what happened.

Ace Anderson: I know that things broke down into madness, some harsh words were said, Kyle Shane got dropped, and then here we are.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has pinned Angelo. Where do we go from here?

Gerard is pulling himself up on the ropes, still processing what just happened. Shane is furious, and pissed at his team taking the loss, and he shoves Gerard. Gerard's head whips around. Shane explodes at him, throwing his arms out and asking what the hell happened. Angelo tells him to get the hell out of his face. Kyle gets even closer to Gerard's face, telling him "This is exactly what I was talking about, you lost the match for us - YOU did that".

Jerry Andrews: Tensions are still running high!

Ace Anderson: Love Hurts is a misnomer here, I don't think there's any love lost at all!

Gerard, still telling Shane to shut the hell up and get out of his face but Shane keeps forcing the issue. He piefaces Gerard twice and smooshes the side of his head and cheek with the heel of his hand. Gerard shoves Kyle, and the two go nose to nose like they were in the match before. The referee tries to separate them, but they're even less inclined to back down now that they're not partners. Kyle flings his elbow and throws the ref out of the way, and he begins throwing blows at Gerard. The referee beckons for more assistance. Stormm suddenly spots Dominator at the timekeepers table in the midst of the melee. Stormm sees that Dominator and Horacio Mortimer have begun making off with his North American title. Stormm yells at Dominator, but Stormm has to push his way through the gaggle of referees and backstage officials coming to separate the wild brawl between Kyle Shane and Gerard Angelo first.

Jerry Andrews: This is complete and pure bedlam out here at ringside! Kyle Shane and Gerard Angelo have broken down! Dominator and Horacio Mortimer are walking right by us with the North American Title, and Stormm is trying to get through the referees and give chase!

Kyle swings wildly, needing to be separated and pulled loose by a tangle of referees. As soon as Kyle is getting pulled away, Gerard Angelo springs like a lion on the Serengeti and jumps through the pack, punching Kyle wildly. Stormm has finally gotten into the aisle, but Dominator and Horacio Mortimer, Mortimer bearing the North American title belt, have put enough distance between them that they climb over the guardrail and start escaping into the crowd with the stolen title. Stormm gives chase, yelling after them.

Jerry Andrews: Wait, wait.... don't go to commercial yet, something's happening backstage....

The shot quickly switches backstage where we once again see Cory Steel. However, this time he's not alone. Two police officers are standing with him. He's arguing with one of them as another attempts to put handcuffs on him behind his back. Steel resists, and a third officer steps into the picture and helps snap on the cuffs. Steel continues to argue as he's dragged down the hallway by the three officers.

Ace Anderson: What on earth is going on!? Did Cory Steel just get arrested?

Jerry Andrews: It certainly looks that way....

"Brothers and Sisters - What a glorious night to be gathered together in the name of GOD! Loki must've thought himself a comedian in another life, and yet, no one was laughing. There will be a day he's afforded the opportunity to either pray for his salvation or pay for his sins!"

The camera pans back to show Seromine full of vigor at a makeshift lectern. One that was once a metal locker. Seated off to his right and with a bird's eye view of the door is his mother, Lucy, looking radiant in her Sunday wear. Canned applause and amens have been piped in for reaction from the congreation of mannequins.

Meanwhile, fresh off a tag team match that was just as much a cluster-whoops as everyone suspected it would be, Grimm is shown walking down one of the back hallways towards his locker room. He moves a little stiff, a little gingerly, you could say, but it is to be expected given recent events. The Hangtown Horror turns a corner and digs in his heels. His shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, but slump they do.

I don’t need this right now.

Prairie clothed mannequins have been positioned facing one another in the hall like guards, further narrowing Grimm's path forward. One may get the uncomfortable impression that they are able to shift their eyes as he passes by. As it is, you'll have to settle for their heads mechanically turning. Distorted hisses of 'GRIMM' and 'SINNER' create an unsettling ambiance to an already creepy display.

"The day is coming closer - oh so very closer - for Grimm. By perverse decree, I was put on his side tonight, not as a foe - but a partner - and together - we were TRIUMPHANT! I know what some are thinking, because I've heard them speak and more importantly - God has too. They say, 'Seromine...why in any lifetime would you provoke a man like Grimm? Why would you place yourself into the lair of the crimson beast? You are not David and Grimm is not a pride of lions."

Or perhaps Grimm is to be Seromine’s fiery furnace, hmm? But with nary a mystery figure appearing as a god in the midst of the flames to save him.

Seromine pauses in mid-thought. His body lanuage suggests tension. He looks swiftly towards Lucy with a wry grin. She rises to her feet to clutch his hands. "Do not allow unpleasant thoughts - no, no, I'm afraid that would bring you more harm than good - and we simply can't have that. My darling Jason, my only child - A healer of the lord - Tell me what troubles you..."

The door opens and Grimm steps into his locker room. Having heard the voices from his place outside, he enters with a sense of resignation. Of course they’re in here. Of course I can’t just clean up and go home.

Of course.

"I have spoke previously of why you were put down. It was as GOD commanded me to do. Yet, you've come looking for more?"

Seromine is cautious as he keeps a watch on Grimm. Neither Willard are exactly thrilled by The Hangtown Intrusion - but he will not spoil the moment.

"When I made the folly of embracing my past to the whole world, I allowed sin to pump into my veins. I denounced GOD out of embarrassment. Kyle Shane took away my hair. Stormm took away my followers. Richard Iscariot waited until my weakest moment and then stabbed me in the back with betrayal!"

"I was beaten and lost and in the midst of turmoil, reverted back to my old self for a fleeting moment in time. But on the night I attacked you, it was part of something larger. You see...you're my penance --- And at Mass Destruction, I'm going to receive absolution. Mother showed me the way back to the light, and I will make her proud."

Grimm’s eyes narrow. Fists clench. Wiry muscles pull taut. Bruised, sore , exhausted by the fight, he nevertheless prepares for yet another engagement. Grimm will take on whatever comes his way.

"Why Phinehas - you should learn to relax and enjoy life. Don't you know that stress ages you?" Lucy smirks. "What's wrong? Don't you like your gift?" Her tone becomes serious. "Or will you destroy it like you did my son's room?"

Grimm stands his ground. Cold. Silent. Thinking of ways to make a certain someone go Snap. Crackle. Pop. Seromine senses this as he looks towards Lucy. They take one another by the hand and bow their heads as she leads them in prayer.

"Heavenly father, I come to you seeking protection from the wicked that has entered your place of worship. I pray that Grimm's soul be cleansed of all wrong and that your love and truth be embraced for all his remaining days, the way that we embrace and give thanks to you now and forever, the holiest of mercy. I forbid his trespass to happen here and now, in Jesus name, AMEN!"

"Amen."

The interlopers’ blasphemies concluded, Grimm shifts his weight. He drops into something of a crouch and raises his fists. Swaying on the balls of his feet, he takes the measure of the room, adjusts the angles of his hands, and gets the targets in his sights. Trauma isn’t over yet.

Seromine turns his gaze towards the mannequin congregation.

"Get him."

The two words are spoke in the most deadpan manner. Grimm is forced into action as some within the numbers aren't plastic. But they have been made to look eerily close to it. Grimm finds little trouble in dismissing them as they converge. The actual mannequins are knocked to the floor, creating a mess for the second show.

Lucy's eyes widen with anger at the sight. Grimm comes towards them, but is suddenly wrapped up like he were caught in vines and pulled down to the floor. He isn't being pummeled though. Restrained would be a better word as the pile on reaches its conclusion, allowing for mother and son to make a hasty retreat.

Cameras pan around ringside to highlight the hardcore cornucopia being assembled for the competitors. Around ringside are things like wood and glass tables, ladders, and kendo sticks. Inside of the ring are chairs, bats and chains. The turnbuckle pads are in the process of being removed, which will leave the steel connector exposed (won't be any "accidents" this time, Joey!).

With everything in place, the cue is given to Sasha Greene.

Sasha Greene: The following match is a NO HOLDS BARRED Battle Royal! And it is for the PCW Underground Title!

Ace Anderson: Is Hulk Hogan and Zeus entering?? RIP 'EM!

Jerry Andrews: Take a cold shower, Ace. This isn't the Battle of the Tough Guys.

Ace Anderson: You have to be tough for this environment and FYI, there's a WOMAN in this match.

Jerry Andrews: I stand by what I said.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first.

A school bell rings....the crows claps along with the clapping of the song matching its beat. 

Sasha Greene: From New York, New York. Weighing 300lbs, CORY STEEL!

After what happened earlier in the night, fans are surprised to see the biker make his scheduled appearance. Except he doesn't. Cory is nowhere to be found and after a few restarts, Sasha is told to move on, much to the annoyance of fans.

Jerry Andrews: Well... we saw Cory Steel being walked away by three police officers earlier tonight, so I guess that's why he's not in this match any longer.

Ace Anderson: It's hard to wrestle when you're handcuffed. Trust me.

"Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal starts blaring on the PA speakers. The lights in the arena all go out, barring the spotlights on the stage. David Hunter comes out, adorned in his usual Hawaiian shirt. He steps to the stage, arms spread, chest exposed. He looks around at the crowd, breathing deeply and ready for what's to come, but otherwise focused on the ring in front of him. He cracks his wrist, neck, and knuckles, glancing around at the crowd before him.

Sasha Greene: From Tampa, Florida. He weighs 247lbs, DAVID HUNTER!

As the drop begins, David pumps his fist forward, punching the air. David begins to walk to the ring, the lights in the arena coming on completely. His eyes focus on the ring in front of him, and shows heavy remnants of a scowl. He avoids the audience members looking for a high-five or some hope of touching him.

Jerry Andrews: The former king wants his crown back. You can see it in his eyes.

As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and something akin to a smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He takes off the Hawaiian shirt, tossing it towards the nearest body. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.

Sasha Greene: Introducing next...

Synthesizers blast through the speakers for roughly eight seconds before the guitar riff kicks in. Moments later the drums begin their assault. The arena is blanketed in red flood lights and as Holden emerges from the back, followed by Tessa, a single spotlight shines down, illuminating “The Bastard” on his trip to the ring.

Sasha Greene: “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Tessa, he stands six foot-five inches tall and weighs in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from the S.L.O.! He….is….Hoooooooolllllddeeeennnnn RRRRRooooosssssss!

He climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the mat before sitting on the middle rope to help Tessa get into the ring. He follows her in and takes a seat in his corner, leaning against the turnbuckles with his elbows resting on the middle rope.

Sasha Greene: Also introducing...

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

Sasha Greene: From Los Angeles, California. Weighing 200lbs, ALEXA BLACK! 

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

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

She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman. Shockingly by her side is none other than the wife of Joey Handy, NADINE!

Alexa looks around at the PCW faithful who pack the stands and simply glares malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.

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

Alexa reaches the ring, climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring.

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

Sasha Greene: And finally...

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

Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

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

Sasha Greene: Now, making his way to the ring, weighing 225lbs, from London, England. The PCW Underground Champion, TYLER SCOTT!!!

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

The four competitors eyeball one another with thoughts of violence dancing in their heads like this were PCW's version of Clue. The bell doesn't immediately ring however. Crew are up on the apron fiddling around with the top rope (not this time, Joey!). But they aren't testing the vulnerability; they are wrapping it with BARB WIRE!

While they do that, gift boxes are placed around ringside, four in all and faced across the ring posts. You'd think The Riddler or Matthew Lesko had an official line of gift wrap with the question mark print. The crew jump off the apron and soon leave everyone to their fate.

Still, no official bell is rung. Nadine can be heard screeching EXCUSE ME at the time keeper. They offer a shrug and pantomime that the item is missing.

There's a reason for that.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Valentine's Day Battle Royal
Tyler Scott (PCW Underground 👑) vs David Hunter vs Cory Steel vs Holden Ross vs Alexa Black
Referee: Ed Lane

Multiple bells are dumped from the rafters (THANKS Stormm! - he's not actually responsible for it). Those involved in the match have just enough time to duck, move, or get hit. Upon crashing into the ring, the impact causes the familiar sound to be heard and this one is officially underway!

Hunter and Holden rush Tyler right into the barb wire, looking for an immediate elimination of the champ. If nothing else, they can inflict damage to his body. Alexa, giving no fucks about anyone in the match, calmly walks over to the fray to bash Hunter and Holden's heads together, the sound of which should remind some of when Roddy Piper broke the coconut over the head of Jimmy Snuka.

They stagger to opposite corners and without any protection from the pads, find their spines crushed into the steel rods. Alexa stacks the partners together and executes a double jackhammer! A cut Tyler Scott rushes Alexa with a swift knee to her head. She wobbles, but isn't knocked over. A second and finally a third does the trick.

Tyler takes possession of a chair, turning it into a mid-air surfboard for a double stomp landing onto her torso. Scott flips the chair into his hands. He throws it like a dart to Holden. After he catches it, Tyler palm strikes it into face. Holden finds it tucked under his chin and then finds himself taking a jawbreaker over the top! Hunter's attempt to intervene are foiled by combination strikes. Tyler reuses the chair and like before, sends it over with a toss.

Hunter isn't fooled by the trick. He promptly drops it and is promptly dropped with a DDT onto it! Alexa SPLASHES both of them at the point of impact with a slab of bricks somehow wrapped around her body. Champion and one challenger roll away from the action. Alexa licks her chops, but before she can take advantage, Holden SPEARS her right into the exposed corner with enough force to break the bricks like The Karate Kid.

Jerry Andrews: Where did Alexa get those bricks from?

Ace Anderson: I would demand a refund with how easy Holden broke them!

Holden rolls outside of the ring to go drag Alexa into the post by her legs. The crackling sound of electricity is heard! Alexa howls in pain as her reproductive organs get cooked. Holden releases her out of surprise by the booby trapped post. Nadine, always the instigator, comes over to admonish him. This brings Tessa into the fray to defend her man. Holden throws his hands in the air, leaving them to bicker amongst themselves.

He re-enters the ring with a pair of kendo sticks. You know where this is going. Hunter and Holden stand on opposite sides of Tyler Scott and then go to town on the Underground champion. Scott is assaulted across every square inch of his body and then is dropped with a lacerating clothesline and leg sweep combo. Just because he's fallen and can't get up doesn't mean the onslaught ends.

Tyler is welted until the kendo sticks are completely useless. Their focus turns now to Alexa Black. Holden tries his luck first and is promptly stiff armed as she goes to truck his partner in crime. Hunter initially leap frogs, but hooks his feet under Alexa's arms so that he is able to score a flip piledriver! Hunter drags Alexa to the ropes with little resistance to get her up and against the barbed wire. Alexa grasps the middle rope while trying to minimize the poking of the tips.

Jerry Andrews: Going over the top rope is not only going to be difficult, but dangerous.

Ace Anderson: That's why those in the division sign waivers, Jerry.

Holden golf clubs her in the ribs with a rusty nine iron. That may loosen her grip some, but Alexa has a high tolerance for pain. Holden tries to shoehorn it between her legs for added leverage. Just as one foot is lifted, Alexa takes both David Hunter and Holden Ross by the testicles! As they plead and strain, she twists with such intensity, you'd think she's trying to detach them!

Alexa backs up with them in tow. Tyler Scott comes out of nowhere with a springboard back elbow to Hunter and Holden. In the process, Alexa is plowed over by Tyler's body, leaving him the lone standee. Holden is pulled up and stun gunned into the top rope. He rolls around with his throat grasped while also checking for signs of blood.

Hunter is short-armed into a pop up uppercut, which is then turned into a slingshot that deposits Hunter halfway over the top rope. Tyler squats down to try to shove Hunter out to the floor. Barbs or no barbs, Hunter is squirming with all he's got. He's got his fingertips on the ring apron, but isn't quite over yet.

Holden sneaks up from behind to FLATTEN Tyler with a release German suplex into a pair of the ring bells. Hunter in the process falls back into the ring and in an attempt to catch his breath, rolls under for a safe exit to the floor. Holden delivers Tyler an Oklahoma Stampede and then because he can, gorilla presses Alexa over his head with a release behind his back. The Avatar of Wrath is all about flexing his muscles (eat your heart out, Malone) after said exchange.

Cameras show a glass table being pushed into the ring by David Hunter. But he doesn't stop there. One of those mystery boxes are near and curiosity starts to get the better of him. He tears into it like Ralphie on Christmas looking for a Red Ryder carbine-action, two hundred shot Range Model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time.

What he ends up finding are the three pieces that made up the Shrine of the Silver Monkey on Legends of the Hidden Temple. Those that grew up watching the Nickelodeon game show pop loud for the unusual gift. Hunter looks back to the ring with a "are you kidding me?" look plastered. He decides to leave it be and instead goes to a second gift box.

Hunter is taken down by one of the Temple Guards from said game show! As this person has no wrestling experience, his actions are primitive, but effective in nature. Hunter is flung around ringside. Holden attempts to get out to him, but Tyler Scott kiboshes that plan of action with a swift dragon suplex! Hunter is chokeslammed through the announce table! The Temple Guard gathers the monkey pieces and is gone just as fast as he came.

Back in the ring, Tyler and Alexa trade some stiff shots to one other with both working a strong style. Holden breaks it up with a decapitating clothesline to Alexa Black, but pays for it from Tyler Scott with his Straitjacket DDT finisher! Scott powers Holden over his shoulders in an attempt to dump him over the top rope. Tessa is there on the apron for pushback. Hunter is slowly remembering where he's at. Alexa gets under Tyler, picking him up on her shoulders in a seated position. The problem is...Holden is seated on Tyler's shoulders.

DOUBLE HEART OF DARKNESS!!

And that powerbomb landing is planted right through the flat glass table! Alexa roars with intensity while Nadine proudly applauds her like it was her husband who just took that. Suddenly...A school bell rings....the crowd claps along with the clapping of the song matching its beat. A motorcycle emerges from the back with Cory Steel on the back, the outlaw stops at the top of the ramp where he holds a fist up in the air. Noticeable is a broken handcuff still attached to his wrist!

Jerry Andrews: CORY STEEL IS OUT OF POLICE CUSTODY!

Ace Anderson: I hope he has a damn good lawyer, because he's about to get a new charge.

Cory steps off his hog, broken handcuffs hanging from his wrists, and wastes little time in getting to the ring. He goes toe to toe with Alexa Black like a man with an old score to settle. It becomes more like a barroom brawl before long. There's a moment Alexa asserts herself for an advantage, but that enables Cory to bust out a glass bottle to break over her head and then a running tackle OVER the top and to the floor!

Sasha Greene: Cory Steel and Alexa Black have been eliminated.

Nadine throws a tantrum at ringside, but her night is about to get worse. "Handy" by Weird Al hits and right on cue comes Joey Handy with his own score to settle. His equalizer being a sledgehammer! He has eyes deadlocked on Alexa and for good reason. Nadine quickly intervenes, begging for forgiveness before any further harm can be dished out. Joey looks like he's ready to make her a doormat on his way to Alexa, but he allows himself to hear her out.

Nadine, thinking she's succeeded, puts on the seduction while her hands swim down to the handle of the sledgehammer. That's when Joey comes to his senses.

Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD! HANDY JUST SHOVED NADINE INTO THE BARRICADE! THAT'S SPOUSAL ABUSE!

Jerry Andrews: Are you even serious right now?

Ace Anderson: You're damned right I am! I'm calling the cops!

Jerry Andrews: After everything Handyman's wife has done to him?

Ace Anderson (to Nadine): Hey! Nadine! I saw that! I'm your witness!

Nadine gets over her initial shock and grabs a mic.

Nadine: EXCUSE ME?!?! DID YOU ALL SEE THAT?

The crowd boos the woman interrupting a perfectly good match.

Nadine: YOU'RE ALL WITNESSES TO THE ABUSE I PUT UP WITH! YOU'RE ALL...

Joey Handy snags the mic from his estranged wife, tosses it down on the ground and smashes it into smithereens with the sledgehammer, with wild cheers from the audience. He raises the tool for one final swing, but it's plucked from his grasp by Alexa!

The Angry Amazon drives the head of the implement into Handy's guts, doubling him over. She cocks back for an overhead swing, but Handy stands bolt upright to halt the blow. He headbutts Alexa once. Twice. On the third time, Alexa drops the sledge, but Joey's too stunned from his own offense to capitalize, his hands on his forehead.

Joey and Alexa are sitting in a tree, F-I-G-H-T-I-N-G to the back and amidst a wave of security looking to break things up. POW! Right in the kisser goes the fist of Joey Handy, knocking Alexa clean out at the top of the stage. Cameras zoom in on a shot of the brass knuckles Cory gave him earlier. While order attempts to get restored, the match rolls on.

Jerry Andrews: This match is madness!

Ace Anderson: What did you expect!?

Jerry Andrews: I mean, I expected madness, but this is even more crazy than I assumed it would be!

Holden has become a clothesline machine in the ring. His forehead has a gash and some minor glass fragments, but what matters is that he has the upper hand. The upper hand AND David Hunter helping to be precise. A ring bell is set near the corner. Hunter and Holden strike up a conversation. It can't be heard, but Holden is masterminding something.

Jerry Andrews: This can't end well for Tyler.

Hunter picks Tyler upside down. Holden carefully goes up top. In one swift action, a spike piledriver ONTO the ring bell is landed! There is some cringes on the faces of fans after the way it looked. Hunter and Holden, smug about what they just did, work in tandem once more to throw Tyler Scott out of the ring onto a ladder that was set in place by Tessa. With that, the Underground Title will be going to a new home.

Sasha Greene: Tyler Scott has been eliminated.

Jerry Andrews: We're going to have a new champion! But who will it be?

Ace Anderson: Will these two battle it out or has something been arranged in advance?

Fans are not happy to see the two remaining men. But such is life in PCW. A second conversation is had about what to do as the truth of their predicament becomes known. Both have held the title, and in the case of David Hunter, more than once. There is a friendly handshake prior to Holden blasting him between the eyes with a headbutt. Hunter finds himself blinded, leaving the door open for Holden to try and throw him out. Hunter swings behind Holden, swiftly taking him down with a backstabber.

Holden works himself up to a kneel, only to eat a big boot for his troubles. Hunter backs off and when Holden stirs again, he's mowed over with a running knee that spins him around into the ropes. Hunter aggressively chokes him over the middle rope. Holden jams his elbows into Hunter's body to back him off. Hunter tries a penalty kick to the chest, but Holden moves so that Hunter skids across the barbed wire.

Hunter resists hopping on one foot, fearing that he could be eliminated. Holden forces David further over the rope, but isn't able to dislodge his new found ally. With a strategy change, he gets him across his broad shoulders with an Argentine backbreaker. Then a rotation into a powerbomb. Then a launch into the corner!

Ace Anderson: Oh fishsticks, did you hear that?! That sound reminds me of why I'm glad I no longer compete.

STEAMROLLER! Hunter is displaced between the top and middle rope, landing on the ring apron. Ross drags him back into the ring. Hunter drop toe holds him down to his level and then rolls halfway across the ring. Picking himself up, he delivers ODE TO FRANK. The two remain down, buying themselves time for a breather, having hit a signature move each.

Once they are ready to soldier on, they do so with a signature of a different kind: their weapons. It's Hunter's barbed wire baseball bat vs Holden's axe handle! They each swing with all they have left. Close calls, complete misses and finally dueling weapons goes down. But there is a rotational moment where they both connect. The axe handle cracks Hunter's ribs. The barbed bat clocks Holden's head. Ross drops his weapon, looking woozy after the delivery. Hunter drops his weapon, arm held close to his side, unable to fully move in.

Tyler Scott, who hadn't left ringside, pulls Holden backwards over the top rope! Holden's flesh is scraped across the barb wire as he takes a tumble. Hunter provides a quick push the rest of the way and that's enough for Holden to hit the floor! Hunter drops to a knee in obvious pain, but with a celebratory smile as he knows what he's just done.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and NEW Underground Champion, David Hunter! 

Just as he's handed his title, a brawl has ignited around the ring between Tyler and Holden. With the match now over, David Hunter rolls out to lend a hand, turning a one-on-one into a handicap fight! Hunter attacks Scott from behind with the title. Holden pulls him up, only to throw him head-first into the guardrail. The two men brutalize Scott as the show comes to a close.

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