Post by Rick Majors on Jul 5, 2019 22:50:49 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday July 4th, 2019
Thursday July 4th, 2019
Fireworks explode outside the PCW Arena as fans stand in the bleachers, saluting America and the stars of PCW! There'a ramp leading from the side of the arena out to a ring in the parking lot. Grills are set out around the stands, cooking up hamburgers, hot dogs, and some good ol' fashioned American freedom.
Jerry Andrews: Happy Independence Day everyone and welcome to PCW's 4th of July Barbecue! I'm Jerry Andrews and with me as always is Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: Happy 4th!!! Have you had some of those hot dogs they're grilling over there? They're incredible!
Jerry Andrews: They certainly are, and speaking of incredible, what a show we have for you tonight! Let's get to the ring right away!
Sasha Greene: The following is a Bodacious BBQ Beach Blast Battle! Placed around the ring are beach and barbeque items that can be used legally!
The items don't need description, but there is a pair of surfboards, beach balls, an umbrella, beach chairs, a SHOVEL, a charcoal grill WITH bag of charcoal, hot dogs, hamburgers, condiments. You get the idea. So does the excited faithful who are parked on the bleachers. The night is crisp on America's birthday, and the stage is ready for this non-title affair.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first.
"The Truth Reigns" hits. He comes through a pair of bleachers, high fiving his Fans on his walk.
Sasha Greene: From Orlando, Florida. Weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
Razor climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent.
The mounted lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the ramp 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.
Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217 lbs, the PCW World Champion, GRIMM!
A lone silhouette steps out onto the ramp, 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 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.
Bodacious BBQ Beach Blast Battle
Non-Title Match
Grimm (PCW World ©) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
Non-Title Match
Grimm (PCW World ©) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Grimm casts a long stare towards THE BIG DOG. It's the kind that you may see before death takes your essence. Even in-between worlds, Grimm is frightening. Razor meets him in the middle of the ring after surveying the ringside props. The lock up and without a moment of hesitation, Razor flings Grimm on his back with a show of power.
Grimm kips up in short order, shooting those pale blue eyes in Razor's direction. The larger adversary moves in for a second grapple, but is stuffed with a knee. Grimm cranks Razor's neck at an awkward bend before putting his head between the left ear and exposed neck. Razor takes a knee and is quick to reach for the target spot. Grimm grabs him by the hair. He takes him to the corner, but is blocked from turnbuckle offense.
Instead Razor guts him and puts Grimm face first into the pad. Grimm is spun then sent to the far corner where Razor crushes him with a clothesline. Grimm staggers into a samoan drop, but a rake of the eyes stops the motion. Grimm turns Razor around from his blinded state, but gets dropped this time. The champ rolls out of the ring. Razor rubs his eyes, hits the ropes, then flies like Superman over the top rope. Grimm is sent crashing into the colorful surfboard display, toppling them over.
Jerry Andrews: Air Razor just landed at the Phinehas Grimm airport.
Ace Anderson: Do you think he's feeling those "Good Vibrations"?
Grimm pushes the boards off and then takes control of the rail. Razor returns to crack a wooden beach chair across his back, landing it with a loud thud. He keeps Grimm neutralized this way and doesn't stop until at least five good shots have been delivered. After discarding it, Grimm is picked up by his GingerBeard of Doom. Razor is nailed between the eyes with a headbutt, and then as if a bar fight were happening, gets ran across the food table.
With burgers and dogs now under the five second rule, Grimm makes sure to smash them with Razor's face and the mat. Grimm picks him up and with one heave, back suplexes Razor onto the table and the spilled punch staining the tablecloth. Phinehas breaks the count at six, forcing a fresh restart. Razor is lead to the steps going up to the elevated ramp. He sticks a foot in to halt any punishment. Grimm is jabbed and hip tossed onto the ramp itself.
Razor scrapes the cooked mess off himself the best he can. Taking one of those plastic beach balls, Grimm is smacked in the face. It doesn't really do anything except provide a distraction. That's when Grimm is doubled with an umbrella. Razor uses the handle to take Grimm's feet out, then puts him on the defense with attempted jabs. Grimm walks through the open door off a miss, catching Razor under the chin by pushing the umbrella up. Razor collapses into the ropes thanks to a drop toe hold.
Jerry Andrews: I don't like the fact Grimm has a weapon...
Ace Anderson: Just be thankful it's only an umbrella.
Grimm picks the right moment to use the umbrella as a makeshift bat. His swing for the fences turns Razor into the ring. The weapon is thrown to the floor below before Grimm climbs in after him. Razor has the Samoan drop returned to him. Grimm stays on top and with hooked legs, gets a pin.
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2.
Razor throws his shoulder off the mat, drawing a respectable amount of applause. Grimm digs his fingertips in with a blatant choke, taking the count to nearly it's full count of five before allowing Razor to breathe. Grimm stands him up long enough to belt him with a flying back elbow. Razor catches Grimm with an uppercut as he's grabbed by the hair. That just encourages Grimm to unleash DEAD RECKONING.
Razor may have a migraine after that spectacular series of trademark headbutts. Or perhaps he's seeing fireworks or hearing the sounds of the Revolutionary War. Grimm exits the ring to collect something very familiar to him. His signature weapon. Fans rise to their feet with a mixed reaction as he now has his trusty shovel. But...something else catches his eye. An item that makes him frown. A surviving apple pie.
One whack from the shovel and that pie is splattered into the bleachers. It may also appear that Grimm shudders after seeing it, but it could also be the nighttime air in Greenville. Grimm's eyes darken as he refocuses on Razor Blade. He steps inside of the ring, stalking The Big Dog. Grimm raises the blade up to the moon...and gets SQUIRTED in the face with mustard and ketchup!
That gets a positive reaction from the crowd. As Grimm loses his vision and control of the shovel, Razor gets a second wind. Enough of one that he brings the grill and bag of charcoal inside of the ring. The grill is wheeled into a corner. Its lid lifted back. Grimm is pulled to it and slammed ten times into the stainless steel cooking grate! Then the lid is slammed ten times onto his shoulders!
Jerry Andrews: Happy Fourth of July, Phinehas Grimm!
Ace Anderson: Do you think they celebrate that in Hangtown?
Jerry Andrews: I don't want to think about what gets celebrated there...
A stunned Grimm is thrown to the ropes, but gets redirected by a running Razor Blade who shoulder bumps him. He returns to throw himself with a devastating spear! Razor hooks the legs!
1!
2!
Grimm kicks out of that before the idea of three can be contemplated. Razor Blade throws his hair back. He then spots Grimm's signature shovel. He spins his head around to Phinehas, then back to the weapon. Razor Blade goes to pick it up...but it doesn't budge. He tries with both hands, but the shovel isn't moving. That gets the faithful talking...by the time Razor realizes danger is inside his house, it's too late. LAMENT CONFIGURATION.
Grimm picks up HIS shovel and right on cue, he goes to town. The shovel is then placed gently in a corner like the fine instrument of violence that it is. Grimm positions the bag of charcoal and before you can say Joey Chestnut is an eleven time hot dog eating champion, Razor is PLANTED onto that bag with THE HARVEST. Grimm gets the pin.
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called. Grimm stands victorious as he takes possession of both his shovel and his championship.
Phinehas leaves the scene of the crime, heading back up the ramp to the playing of Zeal and Ardor.
Sasha Greene returns to the ring for the next match.
The unremarkable jobber from northwestern Washington could best be described as a Revenge of the Nerds reject. He stands about 5'10", light skinned with a thin frame, curly black hair, and an overbite. The only reaction heard after the announcement is a technical glitch of crickets.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the ramp and surrounding bleachers partially colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison as mother and son emerge through wispy stage fog.
While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, Lucy guides Seromine by his right hand to the ring. His childlike behavior is on display as he keeps close to his parent. Seromine is shown sipping on an orange juice box as he is guided across the ramp. They go down the steps instead of through the ropes, to which Seromine then sheepishly waves to the announce team.
Lucy gives him permission to go over to them, but only after he finishes his drink. That happens of course and before you know it, he races over to Ace and Jerry. He shakes their hands, then throws his arms around them for a cheesy group photo. This same sequence is repeated inside of the ring with Ed Lane and Dexter Burke after some pleading. Seromine breaks from the pack to go give his mommy a big hug at ringside. Of note is the fact he re-enters the ring with the mat for Twister, while she has possession of the spinner. His music is stopped and the bell called for.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Seromine explains the game to Dexter, assuming he doesn't already know. What he says isn't entirely accurate and in fact, could be considered modified. He elects to go first. Lucy flicks the arrow to send it spinning.
"Right foot! Green!
Seromine puts his foot on one of the green dots. He then excitedly informs Dexter it's his turn. Lucy flicks the arrow again.
"Left hand, yellow."
Dexter leans down to put his hand on the appropriate dot. The moment he does, Seromine catapults him with a gutwrench suplex, which draws the ire of fans. He then rolls Dexter off the game mat, but makes sure his hand stays on yellow. "You have to stay on the dots or you lose the game!" This is when Seromine helps him to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: Now I've seen everything.
Ace Anderson: Seromine is on his best behavior, showing that he can be a good sport.
Seromine waves to Lucy. With a beaming smile, she gives the arrow another spin.
"Left foot! Red!"
Seromine stretches across, but puts his foot on one of the red dots. This in turn has his back to a hurting Dexter Burke. Lucy's smile isn't quite as big as she spins for his second turn.
"Left foot, red."
Dexter, while bent, cautiously puts that foot over onto the dot. Seromine spots where he is from the corner of his eye. He suddenly moonsaults behind him with a waistlock. Burke is ran front first into the corner and then driven down onto his head and neck with a rolling German suplex, a signature move Seromine calls WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS.
Jerry Andrews (sarcastically): Is that him misbehaving? Or is he still being a good boy?
Ace Anderson: It looks like an impact move from here.
Seromine sits on his knees, looking down with "concern" for Burke. "Is he hurt, mommy? I told him he had to stay on the dots..." Lucy consoles her son with positive reinforcement. Seromine shakes Burke, then appears relieved to see he's still aware of the game being played. For the second time he helps his smaller opponent to his feet, then assists him to the yellow and red dots he should be touching, then doing the same with his green and red. "All better! Go ahead, mommy!"
Lucy spins things for the third time. What it lands on gives her the biggest joy. Seromine gives her his undivided attention.
"Running knee kick! Blue!"
Seromine stands Dexter completely up. "You lose! Sorry." After informing him of this, Seromine bounces off the ropes to perfectly drill Dexter with LITTLE BOY BLUE. As has been the case since the match started, he gets booed loud and clear. Dexter is rolled up and pinned.
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3.
Ed Lane calls for the bell and with that comes the return of Siouxsie and the Banshees.
He jumps up and down with joy after hearing that. Seromine exits the ring to uncharacteristically hi-five anyone close enough. Lucy calls him over like a child having to go inside because the street lights are coming on. "I won, mommy! I won! Did you see it?? That was for you!"
The proud mother caresses her son. "You did great, sweetheart! Come now --- we have to go."
Lucy leads him up onto the ramp by his right hand, keeping him close to her. He stays nuzzled by her side as they walk across to the back.
Jerry Andrews: I don't know how to follow that up.
Ace Anderson: You have something against the loving bond of a mother and her son?
Jerry Andrews: Let's just go to a commercial.
Ace Anderson: It's not their fault your mom didn't love you. Seromine won tonight. That's greater than tonight's festivities.
Jerry gives him an exasperated look over the suggestion, promptly throwing his notes to the wind as Trauma goes to a commercial.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.
"Pick Up The Pizzas" by James Gang hits. The tron features gritty footage of vintage classic rock bands. Darren runs out onto the ramp, throwing a few chords of air guitar out to wind up the crowd.
Darren runs across to the ring, jumping in through the ropes. Ready for a fight, he bounces his back to the ropes a couple of times and throws up a double-shooting gesture with his fingers to the hard camera, grinning and soaking in the crowd's cheers.
Ace Anderson: Wait until he sees who the referee is...
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 full length pirate coat, matte black with red trim, and a hood reminiscent of Shay Cormac from Assassin's Creed: Rogue. 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 bleachers, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some in the bleachers even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks. 1/2 the way across the ramp, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He steps onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, as he pulls the hood off, his normal, infuriating, arrogant smirk spreads across his face and he raises his eyebrow. He fluidly slips between the ropes, pirouettes towards the stage 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 Assassin waistcoat and begins stretching for the match.
As Trauma returns, “Amazing” by Kanye West blast out over the PA system, echoing out across the parking lot. A big pop comes from the Faithful as Gerard Angelo steps out onto the stage. It’s different then a usual entrance by the “Hollywood Hero” as instead of one of his trademark expensive suits and shades, he comes out dressed in a grey T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of white and black Jordan retros. On his left leg is a big supportive brace. Gerry walks down the ramp all business, not playing up to the crowd like he usually does. He gets to ringside and climbs up the steps as fast he can in the cumbersome brace. He climbs carefully through the rope before he steps over to the ropes and requests a mic.
“Shut the music off!” Gerry yells into the mic and the audio production crew obliges, the hook to “Amazing” fading out. He looks out over the crowd waiting for them to settle down before he continues.
“I have something I need to say to each and everyone of you here, and the millions watching at home.”
Gerard pauses as the Faithful look up at him from the standing room crowd.
“I’m sorry.” Gerard says as a puzzled buzz goes out through the crowd.
“I’m sorry because I let you all down. I let you all down because I promised to take Pure Class Wrestling into a new age. To change it. And I let it fall right back into the status quo. I let Grimm take the title from me. And for that, I’m sorry.”
He lets it hang out there for the fans to digest.
“Now I could bitch and moan, but I’m not going to. But I will say this. Grimm not only took my championship. He tried to take my career,” Gerry says as he gestures to the brace on his knee. “Now Grimm might say that it was all business, but the business is my life. I eat sleep and breathe pro wrestling. So that makes this personal now.”
Gerard steps forward and leans on the top rope, looking directly into he hard cam.
“So let me get to my point. I don’t care if I get a rematch for the World title. I don’t care if it’s in a match, back stage or in this parking lot. I’m coming for you Grimm.”
The crowd pops loudly as he says this in anticipation of a mother showdown between the two.
“I looked into the eyes of the demon and I lived to tell about it. And I’m coming back to end the legend of the Hangtown Horror. In fact…” Gerard pulls the mic away from his lips and reaches down, undoing the straps on his brace. He pulls it off and tosses it out side the ring as the crowd cheers.
“I just talked to the Doc and he said I was cleared to resume wrestling activities.”
The crowd cheers loudly as Gerry smirks into the camera again.
“So watch your back you red-headed piece of sh**!”
Gerry tosses the mic as the crowd ‘OOOs’ from the censored word. Gerard slips out of the ring and head back up the ramp with a renewed cocky swagger to the tune of his entrance music.
Sectioned off somewhere in the parking lot is a photo op booth. People of all ages have lined up to have their picture taken with someone dressed in an eagle costume against an American flag backdrop.
After things have thinned, Seromine arrives on the scene with Lucy. He's holding a patriotic balloon in his right hand and his mother's right hand with his left.
"This is so exciting! Are you going to get your picture with the eagle?"
Lucy chuckles. "My love, I believe you know the answer to that in your heart! Yes --- I know you do, because mine is saying the same thing. And after all, we'll be together!"
The eagle finishes with the few ahead of Lucy and Seromine. When their turn comes, Seromine steps into a hug. Lucy also receives one, and then they pose with the oversized mascot.
"Ok. On the count of three, say cheese." Instructs the photographer. The eagle has his wings put around mother and son. Seromine on the right, Lucy on the left. They show off their best smile and at three, there's a flash.
"Thank you, Mr. Eagle! Happy Independence Day to you!"
Seromine begins to wave goodbye, but just as he starts to follow his mom in departure, there is a loud pop. The eagle has killed Seromine's balloon. That draws his immediate attention.
"Hey! What did you do that for??"
Lucy steps in front to challenge whoever is in the costume. Gone is her smile. "Who do you think you are?! You had no right doing that! I demand you get him a new one!" Her voice is flush with anger. "If not, I'll see to it that you're not only fired, but also blacklisted from ever working events again!"
The eagle's head is taken off. In the costume is none other than RICK MAJORS. He kicks Seromine in the midsection with his clawed foot and then drops him onto the pavement with THE MAJOR IMPACT. A rather loud contingent of cheers can be heard in the background. If looks could kill, Rick would be disintegrated by Lucy, who at this second is being restrained by security. Majors has them approaching, but he backs away while getting out of the suit.
"When your kid wakes, tell him that's not the only thing I owed him!"
Lucy eventually manages to break free in order to attend to Seromine. She shoots daggers at anyone that even tries to get near. Her anger softens some as she cradles him in her arms.
"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.
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.
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.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter is wasting no motion tonight, as he enters the ring. He's looking for a fight.
Ace Anderson: Well, I think both he and Stormm have a gripe this week, after Sicko interfered in the triple threat and cost them both a chance at number one contendership to the North American title, for, well, no clear reason.
Jerry Andrews: True, but he seems to be on a mission tonight.
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin 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.
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.
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, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, 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: Like Hunter, Stormm has a huge bone to pick over the results of last Trauma's triple threat, but Stormm is not the kind of guy to complain about lost opportunities. He is just here to come out and handle business.
Ace Anderson: And he'll probably tell us the historic number of matches he's been a part of while he's doing it!
The lights start going out as if with a rolling blackout, flickering and struggling to maintain power as the first guitar chords of "Fixxxer" by Metallica starts playing over the PA. As the lights come fully up, 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 hits the mid-point heavy guitar break the jumbotron shows images of Sicko, walking down a long hallway, his back turned to the camera, then the screen splits into two images of Sicko, two faces, one laughing, one letting out a bestial roar.
Tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin, jab another pin in me
Then, as the music kicks in harder, shots of Sicko ruthlessly attacking and destroying PCW superstars flicker on the screen. Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, and as he does, he cocks an ear, listening to an unheard spoken word or command, and he responds, talking to himself. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The Demon Clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. As he climbs onto the apron, James Hetfield is just getting to the "NO MORE PINS IN ME" part of the chorus and in time with that, Sicko holds his arms out at his sides and he throws his head back, letting out a guttural roar. As Sicko climbs over the top rope, he turns his head to talk to a voice only he can hear, waiting for the match to start.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter has not stopped staring a hole in Sicko, the hate between the two men, fomented by the bitter words passed between them on social media and in interviews, has reached a boiling point.
Ace Anderson: David Hunter clearly thought he was done with Sicko, and wanted to move on to focus on bigger things, like the Icemann Invitational or the North American title, but Sicko won't let him go.
The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.
Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…
DOMINATOR
The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.
The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides. Horacio follows his client at his own pace. Dominator 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 arm in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting it 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: As the bell rings, David Hunter is pointing across the ring... he wants Sicko in a bad way!
Sicko sees Hunter pointing at him, and knowing the bees nest he stirred up by costing Hunter his match and seeing the young superstar frothing and foaming for his blood, Sicko cackles menacingly. The Demon Clown then flips Hunter a message that incenses him even further, causing the crowd to go in an uproar. Dominator stands in front of Sicko, trying to get things square so they can start the match. On the other side, Hunter is raging, and shouts at Stormm to let him get his in this match because he wants a piece of that clown. Stormm, blinking, raises his arms in the air with a calm nonplussed expression, as if to say, "Wow, okay, dude, jeez"... and the referee orders the bell rung.
Jerry Andrews: And we are underway.
Taking the opportunity, Hunter steps forward with all eyes on the other side of the ring, and even if it isn't Sicko that steps up to him, Hunter starts throwing punches with gusto, causing the seven foot Zenith to start going on the back foot. Hunter fires away at Dominator, but finally, Dominator drills him with a boot to the gut. Hunter staggers slightly, and Dominator lays into him with right hands and brutal European Uppercut, driving Hunter back against the ropes. Grabbing the arm, Dominator hurls Hunter across the ring with an Irish whip into the ropes. Dominator lowers his head in search of a back body drop, but Hunter surprises him by rolling over the shoulder and coming down behind him. The crowd reacts as Hunter lands behind Dominator athletically, but the Zenith whips around immediately and nails David with a hard shot to the jaw. He staggers backwards, as Dominator sneers down at his smaller opponent, but Hunter comes right back with a right hand of his own, not intimidated. Dominator nails another shot … but so does Hunter…..Dominator with a shot….Hunter with anther…. but again, Dominator drives his knee right into the gut of David, breaking off the offence, before backing him up against the ropes and shooting him across the ring once again. Hunter shoots back and Dominator sends him up into the lights with a body drop … but David lands on his feet behind Dominator again! Dominator spins around and Hunter levels him with a standing dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: You can just feel the pain, passion and most of all the hate Hunter has for both members of the opposite team.
Dominator staggers backwards into the ropes in a daze and Hunter grabs him by the arm, and he pulls the giant into a knee to the gut. Dominator stumbles forward, holding his gut, and Hunter then runs off the ropes and plants him with a bulldog. Dominator lands on his back hard and sits up on impact, as Hunter shoots off the ropes, cracking him in the face with a running dropkick. The giant rolls over backwards, back up to his feet drunkenly, clutching at his jaw. David goes for another irish whip, but the powerful giant quickly reverses it, sending David into his corner. Sicko leans back. Dominator starts gathering steam. The juggernaut paces halfway across the ring, gets a running start, charges in for an avalanche into the turnbuckle … but David moves out of the way… and Dominator eats the top turnbuckle. Sicko looks crestfallen. Hunter quickly pulls Dominator up in a facelock, turning him around and dragging the mammoth, and he tags in Stormm who quickly pulls the arm back of Dom, exposing his ribs, as Hunter springs up to the top turnbuckle, before dropping the axe handle smash across the shoulder of the Zenith. The referee forces Hunter back out onto the apron, as Dominator crumples to all fours, as Stormm shoots off the ropes, drilling a boot into the side of Dominator's head He rolls over in a heap, but a determined Stormm quickly goes down into a cover.
The referee: One... Kickout.
Stormm gets back up, wrenching the arm painfully into a wristlock, and elbowing Dominator in the trapezius muscle. Dominator's free arm begins shaking as he starts pushing over on his side to release some pressure from the hold. Dom rolls over and begins pushing his way to his knees. Stormm holds on to the wrist lock of it as best he can, and drags him up to his feet, but Dominator drills him with a knee to the abdomen Stormm reels back as Dominator hurriedly tags in his partner Sicko. Sicko races into the ring excitedly, but runs straight into a right hand from Stormm! Michaels drills Sicko with a several more shots, backing him against ropes, before shooting him across the ring with an Irish whip off the ropes. Sicko flies back and Stormm catches him with a back elbow. Sicko shakes his head, as he staggers back up to his feet, and Stormm takes him back down with a boot to the skull. Sicko dazedly makes it back up to his feet once again, before Stormm presses him into the ropes and shoots him across the ring with another Irish whip which Sicko finds himself the victim of a drop toehold via Stormm. Sicko bounces back up to his feet again, walking around blindly, as Stormm grabs him by the arm and wrenches it around, before backing towards the corner and tagging in Hunter. Like before Stormm holds Sicko in place by the arm, as David leaps up to the top rope and jumps off, nailing another axehandle smash to the crown of the Demon Clown's head. Stormm exits the ring quickly, as Hunter hooks the leg.
The referee: One... Kickout.
Sicko kicks out quick as a flash, but Hunter does not waste any time, as he pulls the Demon Clown back up to his feet and drills him with a right hand. Dazed, Sicko staggers back into the ropes and David grabs him by the arm, looking to shoot him across the ring with Irish whip … but Sicko ducks underneath the arm. He wraps the arm up, looking to suplex Hunter, throws him up, looking for an exploder suplex … but Hunter flips over, counting into an arm drag. The crowd pops at the move from Hunter, as Sicko struggles back up to his feet with Hunter meeting him with a right hand. Before taking his arm and going for the Irish whip, however the massive, obese weight of Sicko is not proving easy to shift, and Sicko sends him off the ropes … before flinging him into the air with a flapjack and bringing him straight back down to eat. Hunter hits the canvas hard, clutching his spine and groaning, as Sicko shakes the cobwebs away and heads over to his corner, tagging in Dominator. Dominator quickly lands a few boots to the ribs before pulling him up, laying into him with some stiff right hands, before pulling back and smacking the Future in the jaw with a European uppercut! David reels; crumpling down to the mat, as Dominator menacingly pursues him, yelling at Hunter to get up.
Ace Anderson: Of all of the competitors in this match, Dominator is the one all eyes are on. The 2019 TIIT winner and North American champion has made few friends in his rise to the top.
Jerry Andrews: Based on what we saw last time they were together, even his partner has issues with him.
Ace Anderson: That may be why he's been trying to go it alone in the early goings of this match.
Dominator again puts the boot to David a few times, before yanking him up to his feet and shooting him across the ring with an Irish whip. Dominator throws a clothesline, but Hunter manages to duck underneath it again and comes off the ropes, catching Dominator with a headscissors takedown on the rebound. Dominator, dizzy, gets to his feet, turning around and trying to locate his smaller competition. David tries to Irish whip him across the ring, but Dominator overpowers the smaller man and hurls him the far corner. He races in immediately, but Hunter flares a foot out, catching Dominator and making him stagger backwards. David drops out onto the apron, waiting for Dominator to get back up. The Zenith staggers backwards, clutching his jaw, and turns around … Hunter leaps up, trying to springboard off the rope … but Dominator nails the ropes, and David crashes down to the canvas awkwardly. Some "OOOOOOH"s filter from the PCW arena, as the landing echoes.
Jerry Andrews: That was a BAD landing for Hunter. The official is checking... all clear, for now.
It seems as though David landed rather painfully on his neck and Dominator zones in on this, putting the boot to the body part without hesitation. Using the ropes for leverage, he leaps up into the air and drops his fully body weight across the throat, prompting groans of agony from Hunter. Raking his fingers through his hair, he drags his damaged opponent to the centre of the ring and up to his feet. He hooks Hunter’s arm, and snaps him over with a double arm DDT. Dominator floats over, forearm in the face.
The referee: One...
Two... kickout.
Hunter looks towards Stormm, who is frantically leaning over the ropes with his hand outstretched, begging for the tag. Dominator smirks and pulls David quickly over to his corner. Holding David’s arms behind his back, Dominator reaches out and tags in Sicko, with Hunter held firm comes in with a meat hook punch to the face. The punch is so heavy handed and devastasting that Hunter's head bobs at several angles before falling limp. More “OOOOOH" go up from the crowd, as Hunter is driven down into the canvas. As Hunter falls, Sicko picks the bones like a vulture, turning him for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
The plucky Hunter kicks out again, showing his determination to gain a measure of revenge over the two ton tag team. Sicko quickly yanks David back up to his feet, wrapping his arm around his neck, turning him over, and slamming down with a front facelock into a twisting elbow drop. Hunter lolls forwards, clutching at his neck, but Sicko does not even cover the man, instead scooping him right back up, lifting him high, and spiking him into the mat with a sidewalk slam. Now he makes the cover. Now the giant clown sinks into another cover. The referee counts.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
After a quick and foreboding look at the referee, Sicko pulls David back up to his feet, grabs his arm and hurls him into the corner as hard as he possibly can with an Irish whip, causing Hunter’s spine, neck and head to slam into it with tremendous force! David falls to the mat immediately, and a sneering Sicko tags Dominator back in as he flashes that sinister smile as he pulls Hunter back up to his feet and lifts him up high, Sicko lifts him back up and crushes him with a harsh backbreaker over his knee, then lets Hunter roll off the knee and Dominator runs off the ropes and comes in with a leg drop to the back of the head. David tries to grab his neck immediately, but Dominator quickly hooks his legs.
The referee: One...
Two.... Kickout.
Jerry Andrews: The two big men have enjoyed a lengthy time just beating David Hunter down to the mat.
Ace Anderson: As heavy and massive as Sicko and Dominator both are, I think Hunter feels like he's been tangling with a steamroller.
Dominator steps back up to feet, pushing the back of Hunter’s head with his boot, almost toying with the smaller man, as the crowd boos. The Clown points threateningly at Stormm across the ring, before dragging Hunter back up to his feet helplessly and tucking his head under his arm. He again snatches David in a double underhook, but Hunter spins round behind Dominator and shoves him into the ropes … but Dominator comes right back with a thunderous clothesline that draws gasps from the crowd. Dominator sinks down for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
Dominator can be heard yelling, caught by the microphones at ringside, as he scowls at the referee, smacking his hands together. Disgruntled, Dominator storms over to his corner again and tags in Sicko, who wastes no time in entering the ring. He pulls Hunter up into a seated position and wraps his hands and arms around his neck, applying the rear chinlock. With his knee in the base of David’s spine, Sicko really cinches in the hold. He wrings the neck of the Underground's former king from side to side, almost like he’s going to snap his neck. On the apron, Stormm hammers away at the top turnbuckle, trying desperately to get the crowd behind his partner. The PCW Arena responds and cheers on Hunter, who flails his arms around wildly, looking for an escape. but the official gets into position as if he is going to ring the bell. But, suddenly, Hunter begins to struggle back up to a vertical base, spurred on by the fans and his partner. Sicko maintains the chinlock with all his might, but David tries to run away, prompting Sicko to drag him back by the neck … which causes Hunter to go up into the air backwards … he rolls over Sicko, landing behind him. The crowd pops at the athleticism of Hunter, as Sicko spins around and gets drilled with a right hand, followed by several more. David quickly shoots backwards off the ropes, and Sicko throws a clothesline, which Hunter ducks and comes off the ropes again, taking Sicko down with a flying clothesline. Sicko staggers back up to his feet and David goes for a boot to the gut, but the Demon Clown catches his foot and spins Hunter around, hurling a clothesline, David ducks it. Sicko turns, and meets a lightning fast superkick which makes the big man drop down to one knee. As Sicko falls, David backs up, and the camera shows as leaves his feet, sending all of his foot into his opponent's face with a bicycle kick that finally fells Sicko.
Jerry Andrews: God Almighty, what a KICK!!
Ace Anderson: Ode to Frank, and how! Sicko is down!
Jerry Andrews: And with Sicko flat on his back... David reaches out... and he makes the tag!
Stormm rushes in like a house of fire, and as Dominator tries to cross the ring, he eats a back elbow, making him stumble a few paces back into the corner. Sicko, dazed and looking confused, stumbles to his feet and Stormm fires a right hand to Sicko, making his head snap to the side. Sicko tries to no sell it, per his usual Terminator mantra, but Stormm keeps the rush going, and as Sicko surges back fully to his feet, Stormm pounds him relentlessly with rights that have the giant Demon Clown reeling. Stormm lets out a yell to the crowd, keeping the adrenaline pumping. Stormm rushes over into the corner and forearms Dominator in the face, sending him off the apron. The crowd erupts as Dominator is shown going face first into the old school guardrails at ringside. Back in the ring Stormm brings the pain as Sicko finds himself at the receiving end of right after right after right. Stormm grabs Sicko, pulling the big man out of the ropes and taking him down with a DDT! Sicko grabs at his rather large head as Stormm makes the cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout.
Sicko keeps the match alive just as cameras catch Dominator getting back to his feet, Stormm peers over and smiles as he grabs the back of Sicko's bald pate, and with enough adrenaline to kickstart a mule team, throws Sicko over the top rope, dropping 383 pounds of girth and pain on top of Dominator!
Jerry Andrews: Tutti freaking frutti, Sicko just went flying over the top rope!!
Ace Anderson: Stormm is fired up!
Jerry Andrews: You just know that Stormm is looking for a way to get his name back into the title picture, a win over two champions tonight may accomplish that.
Stormm exits the ring as he stumbles, having to lift the dead weight of the stunned clown off Dominator. Sicko gets to his knees on the outside, and he tries to shove Stormm away. Stormm comes back with a right hand to Sicko's face, but the Underground champion fires back with a stone headbutt. Stormm's fiery momentum is at last halted, and he is forced to retreat across the aisle, holding his face and taking a second to blink some sense back into his head. Sicko's lips peel back in a terrifying snarl as he looks over at Stormm, and he roars for a second, charging across the aisle. At the last second Stormm sidesteps and pushes Sicko forward, and the crowd groans as Sicko is then introduced into the steel ring post face first. Sicko backs off, extremely dazed. He stumbles towards the entrance ramp as Stormm follows. Stormm clubs Sicko over the back and walks him around the ring by the back of the head. The fans in the front row are going wild as Stormm and Sicko pass by them. Stormm goes to lift Sicko's head up and slam it against the apron, but Sicko flares an elbow to the side of Stormm’s face. Sicko takes a moment to shake out the cobwebs, before turning to Stormm and slamming his head off the apron instead. Sicko turns his head, barking at the dark passenger only he can hear, before gripping Stormm's arm and pulling him in, leveling Stormm with a short arm clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: The referee hasn't started counting yet, miraculously, but he is admonishing them to take this back in the ring.
Ace Anderson: Outside the ring is definitely more Sicko's, and even Dominator's arena, being Underground specialists.
Sicko looks to stomp away on Stormm as cameras catch Hunter reaching a vertical base on the apron; meanwhile as Sicko lays the boots….Stormm grabs a foot and sweeps Sicko down to the floor. He crashes with a thud as Stormm reaches his feet and brings Sicko back to his own, then he whips Sicko into the steel steps with force. The sound of flesh meeting steel echoes around the PCW Arena as Stormm tosses Sicko back into the ring. Stormm points to Hunter, who nods, as if by some pre-discussed cue As Hunter begins to climb the ROPES as Stormm applies the rear waistlock, going for a German suplex, Sicko uses all of his weight and mass, trying to keep his center of gravity low… but Hunter flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick, and Stormm is able to bring Sicko over with a german suplex... into a bridge The crowd goes nuts.
Jerry Andrews: Are you seeing this teamwork?!
Ace Anderson: Are we seeing a new Best Tag Team In the World?!
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout, as Dominator is also running in to break it up.
Dominator, making his presence known, tosses Hunter into the ropes with an Irish whip, before catching him with a belly to belly suplex. Hunter rolls around like a rag doll, as Dominator continues to dish out punishment by pulling Stormm up in a front facelock and laying into him with knee lifts, driving them right into the mouth, face and throat of the Force of Nature. Wrapping his arm around Stormm’s neck, Dominator brings him over with a snapmare takedown before measuring him up. He boots Stormm right in the side of the head, dropping him to the mat. Now Dominator goes over and pushes the mass of Sicko over on his side, nudging Sicko into a cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout.
Stormm keeps the match alive as Dominator flings his hands up in the air, exasperated. The referee gets in Dominator's way, and admonishes him, telling him he needs to get out of the ring. Stormm and Sicko are slow to their feet, first needing to take several moments to recuperate, taking in deep lungfuls of air and pushing themselves to their knees. Finally, Stormm is up first, coming towards Sicko who is up from one knee, and hurling a right. Sicko's head snaps, and Sicko throws a slug of his own. The two men start battling back and forth. The crowd is getting into it with a dueling ”YAY”...”BOO"...”YAY"...”BOO”... each time their respective favorite throws a punch. Sicko ducks under a right hand and lifts him up over his shoulder. Sicko steps forwards, and slams Stormm shoulder first across his knee with a shoulder breaker. Stormm cries out, but as soon as he falls forwards, Sicko wraps up his arm up in a double chickenwing as Stormm is down on his stomach. The evil clown grits his teeth and tries to lift Stormm up. The fatigue of this match is ebbing Sicko's stamina, and he is only able to pull Stormm up to a kneeling position as Stormm is trying to flex his way out of the hold.
Jerry Andrews: Sicko is trying to lock in that Laughing Ghost submission, which has put several members of the Underground out in excruciating pain.
Ace Anderson: Stormm is fighting it with everything he has!
Across the ring, a rather dazed looking Hunter is up on his feet as he nails Sicko in the side of the head with a flying knee. Sicko unlocks the hold, this allows Stormm to roll over onto his back, holding onto his arm, pinning his shoulders.
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout!
Ace Anderson: Come on, ref, Hunter is still standing there!
Sicko pushes Stormm away quickly, and he rolls onto his his side, looking rather stunned as he tries pushing his way up. Stormm then quickly grabs the Demon Clown in a side headlock, trying to stem the onslaught, but Sicko backs into the ropes … Dominator blind tags in … and shoves Stormm away into the ropes. He rebounds back and lands a shoulder tackle plowing into Sicko and sending the big man between the top and middle rope. But just as Stormm turns around Dominator grips his throat, and PLANTS him with a one armed chokeslam! Stormm convulses on the mat, arching and holding his back in pain, as a defiant Dominator hooks the leg.
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: Dominator almost won it for his team!
The PCW Arena applauds the courage of the Force of Nature, as he and David Hunter keep on fighting despite all of the punishment they have sustained. Dominator, fuming, drags Stormm back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner, before pulling back and nailing him with a stiff European uppercut, the very definition of smashmouth wrestling. He then wraps his hands around the throat of Stormm, trying to wring his neck, but the referee quickly pulls him off and backs him across the ring with stern words, thus turning his back on the action … David angrily steps into the ring, but the referee quickly blocks him. Behind his back, Dominator is choking Stormm against the ropes, and his face is turning red!
Jerry Andrews: Ref... ref, turn around!!
Ace Anderson: You ever think, maybe Kyle Shane does have a point about the ineptitude of our officials?
The fans boo wildly at the illegal tactics of the Zenith, but the referee never sees a thing. Smirking, Dominator pulls Stormm out of the corner, folds his arm up, lifts him up high, and slams him down with an Alabama slamma. Stormm's upper body pops back up on impact, and Stormm moans, before sinking back down, and Dominator immediately quickly sticks his forearm in the face for a cover.
Jerry Andrews: And the Day Break connects. How much more can Stormm take?
The referee: One...
Two...
Thre- Kickout.
The crowd roars as Stormm still finds a way to stay in this match, despite the fact that he's staring straight up at the lights insensate. Dominator has an open mouthed look of shock, and then he turns his head to curse and yell at the crowd to shut their mouths. The crowd boos more, as Dominator shouts for Sicko to enter the ring. Now both giants enter the ring, and they both grip by the throat, going for a devastating double team, a double chokeslam. However, the two behemoths turn Stormm around to see Hunter springboarding off the ropes with a flying cross body block that takes down all three men in the formation!With the crowd behind him, Hunter gets to his feet; with Dominator rolling out of the ring it leaves only Sicko. Hunter frames Sicko with his hands, and when the big clown turning around Hunter hits him with a leaping single armed stunner of such force that Sicko pops back up to his feet, stumbling around in a circle, and then falling to the outside between the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: Thrill of the Hunt!
Ace Anderson: That has to feel good, some payback for costing Hunter the contendership in the triple threat.
You would think so, but Hunter is not satisfied with just hitting one move on Sicko. He grits his teeth, seeing Sicko fall to the outside, and he goes to the ropes and stalks out after Sicko. Meanwhile, Stormm is starting to push himself up on all fours. He looks around, and sees Dominator over by the ropes, retrieving his North American title belt from under the bottom rope. Dominator grips it in his hands, tucking it under the crook of his arm. Stormm reaches over the top rope, grabbing Dominator by the back of his hair and clinging on. Stormm yells at him to get back here, pulling Dominator by the hair. Dominator tries to swing the North American title belt up at him, but Stormm intercepts it, grabbing the wrist and plucking the title belt up. Stormm stands in the ring, holding the North American title belt, and he threatens Dominator with it. The referee then comes in, snatching the North American title, and he starts admonishing Stormm! Stormm has a look, first of confusion, then of extreme annoyance, and he gets in a back and forth argument. Of course HE wasn't trying to use the North American title as a weapon, he was taking it from Dominator. From Dominator! The referee motions that he saw Stormm holding it with his own eyes. The two men go back and forth.
Jerry Andrews: This match is going off the rails, as now Stormm is having to try and prove to the ref that he was just defending himself from Dominator's chicanery.
On the outside, Hunter stalking Sicko, half an aisle away from him. Sicko is on all fours. While the incident with Stormm taking the North American title away from Dominator was happening, Hunter motioned for Sicko to get up. He ran the length of the aisle, looking to boot Sicko in the face as Sicko was pushing himself up to one knee. Hunter charged at the stunned clown. Suddenly, Sicko roared to life and got to his feet, dropping Hunter in the aisle with a short bicycle kick, the effort of which left him spent even as it dropped Hunter to his back in the aisle. As Stormm was arguing with the referee over the belt in the ring, Sicko began gingerly, as if his joints were filled with broken glass, picked his way to his feet. Suddenly, a quickly moving figure hopped the guardrail. The camera caught the movement first as it got behind Sicko, and the figure, wearing skinny jeans, a black Coheed t-shirt and Chucks had a steel chair in it's hands and was already waffling Sicko with a short jab right into the face with the hard edge of the chair. Sicko collapsed against the apron, holding his hand as a cut was opened up by the hard edge of the chair. And the camera focused on the figure, who had frozen, smiling, to take in his handiwork. It was Kyle Shane!!
Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute - KYLE SHANE INTERJECTED!!
Ace Anderson: And Kyle Shane just blasted Sicko right in the head with a jab from that chair!
Jerry Andrews: But Sicko assisted Kyle Shane last week by laying out Hunter for him, why is he attacking Sicko now?!
With Hunter down, and Sicko blinking and shaking the cobwebs out from the sudden chair jab, Kyle Shane smirks, and he hops over the guardrail, retreating into the crowd, a smug look on his face. The referee caught none of this as he was too busy both disregarding everything Stormm was trying to tell him about him NOT using the North American title as a weapon and discarding the belt from the ring. As Stormm is holding his arms out, yelling at the ref and pleading his case, Dominator gets in the ring behind him. Dominator whips Stormm around, lifts him up, and plants him the hard way with a thunderous End of Days.
Jerry Andrews: And with Stormm too busy arguing with the referee, Dominator makes his move, and destroys Stormm with an Anachronism.
Ace Anderson: Dom has made a habit out of hitting that when you least expect it... and that is the end.
Jerry Andrews: Hunter is out on the floor, he can't get to Stormm in time!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Ding Ding Ding
"Wave of Darkness" by Garik Wheeler hits on the PA, and Dominator gets to his feet, holding his arms up and letting out a roar. Sicko looks up at him, squinting his eyes, and his erstwhile partner arrogantly holds his hands up and poses in the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Well, amid all of the chaos at the end, Dominator's team stands tall.
Ace Anderson: Very true, but Kyle Shane made his presence felt tonight, laying out Sicko at ringside. And, very likely, sending a message to Dominator that he's watching.
Sicko shouts at Dominator from ringside, as David Hunter is over by the apron, trying to talk to the referee. Dominator collects his North American title and exits the ring.
Suddenly, a fantastic fireworks show begins near the parking lot.
But we're not done with the show yet! The scene suddenly switches backstage to show David Hunter, who is icing his head after the chaotic finish to the tag team match, backstage. Sitting on the EMT table while the actual medical official attends to other business, he is taking off the tape on his wrist.
He is a man who never looks quite happy, and indeed, he looks like he has a lot on his mind. Suddenly, though, he has a feeling that someone is watching him, and he squints as he turns to look over his shoulder, before biting a bitter look down. He smirks a little as he addresses the person off camera, stopping his present goal to divert the entirety of his attention to his unwelcome visitor.
David Hunter: So, are you here to give me one of those "attaboys" you were talking about regarding the triple threat? Gonna tell me it was so close, and it could have gone either way, and give me some disingenuous bullshit pep talk about how competitive we both are?
The camera pulls back, to show Kyle Shane. He's standing there in the same attire he was just out there to run interference in, band shirt, Chucks and all. Kyle smiles and scoffs a little.
Kyle Shane: No, David... I respect you too much to lie to you. I'm not going to humble brag about how I won the triple threat because I faced the best. If it wasn't cold comfort, I would tell you that I wished, it was you OR me that was only in that position, and there was no need to bring Justin Michaels into it, or anything resembling a title shot, again ever. And that, if it wasn't me that deserved the North American title shot, it damn sure deserved to be you. Because I see how hard you're working to break out. And I know the frustration that's killing you. See, that's why I came to talk to you, David.
Kyle comes around in front of him, regarding him earnestly. David just stares at the man, not quite fully believing what he's hearing. The remnants of a man who's heard something similar before and been disappointed.
Kyle Shane: See, you've been screwed just the way I have been. The God damn referees and officials in this place don't know which way a dog would look to sniff their own ass. That's what I'm on a vendetta against, and they showed it AGAIN, tonight in your tag match. You're frustrated, because the PCW machine is broken. It was broken before, when a technicality cost you your Underground title. Remember?
He nudges Hunter. Hunter has a look on his face, as if to say he doesn't want Kyle reminding him of this.
Kyle Shane: Remember how both yours AND Sicko's shoulders were down in that Underground title match, and they counted it and caused a controversy? Remember how Sicko then got jealous and targeted you, attacked you and laid you out in the triple threat? I may have hit Sicko tonight, but just beaning Sicko in the head is nothing, when what I want to do is strike a blow against the referees who aren't paying attention, doing their job, or waffling and not wanting to make a decision. That's what I want.
He holds a solicitous hand out.
Kyle Shane: And I want you to trust me. Because we are on the same side in this.
David looks down at Kyle's hand. He removes the bag of ice from his head, setting it aside momentarily. David switches his eyes between Kyle's own and the hand out in front of him. After having enough time to gauge the situation, David locks eyes with Kyle once again. A smirk crosses his face.
David Hunter: The big bad...Kyle Shane. The best in the world. Best in PCW at least. Don't think I don't realize where you've put yourself. You don't walk up to every joe-schmoe in the back, every young lion lookin to make a name for themselves, and offer your hand like it's lookin for money.
Kyle lets some breath release from his mouth. David raises both his palms up in surrender.
David Hunter: Hey, relax. I appreciate it...and I want you to realize that I'm aware how much this means to you...and how much...this...
David uses his left hand to motion towards the one being offered to him.
David Hunter:...is not your norm. And you're right. You're god--damn--right. From the President to the GM to the referees, this whole damn place is a goddamn mess.
David continues to talk while resuming removing the tape from his right hand.
David Hunter: Thanks for the assist out there with Sicko. And for...at the very least, pretending to stand by me. While I can appreciate the offer of support, I'm also a bit wary. You see...two arrogant motherfuckers who think they run the world...allying themselves with one another. It's ballsy. If it works it'll work wonders. If it doesn't than it'll do more harm than good. I've been burned before by offers like these, so I know how badly it can get. Furthermore I'm also presently allied with Mr. Ross, even if his own personal issues have kept him away. Now that's not my place to tell, nor is it my place to spurn him away.
David finishes taking the tape off his wrist. He wraps it in a ball and tosses it to the floor.
David Hunter: But...for all the years I've seen you work. For all the years my family has known you. And...let me just say...off the record...Nio had a lot of good things to say too.
This caught Kyle's attention, who could only narrow his eyes at the young kid in front of him.
David Hunter: Yeah I've been scouting you too. For all our similarities and recent fuck-ups, I figured it'd be a good idea to follow through and see what a couple of my other former wrestling allies had to say. All good, no real bad beyond the frustration of losing to you. Which...might suck, but at least they're aware when it's you...nine times out of ten...it's fair. So...fuck it...I'm almost 24...I've already burnt almost every other bridge in my life...why not build one more? Mr. Shane...let's see where this goes.
David throws out his right hand, catching it with Kyle's. The two share a handshake for a few seconds, which is long enough for the crowd in the arena to give off a fairly loud mixed reaction.
Kyle lets it go, patting his hand left hand on David's shoulder with a smirk before taking his leave back through the EMT's door. David gets comfortable once again, putting the ice back on his head. The camera fades away with the copyright logo in the bottom right taking us home.
DING!
DING!
Grimm casts a long stare towards THE BIG DOG. It's the kind that you may see before death takes your essence. Even in-between worlds, Grimm is frightening. Razor meets him in the middle of the ring after surveying the ringside props. The lock up and without a moment of hesitation, Razor flings Grimm on his back with a show of power.
Grimm kips up in short order, shooting those pale blue eyes in Razor's direction. The larger adversary moves in for a second grapple, but is stuffed with a knee. Grimm cranks Razor's neck at an awkward bend before putting his head between the left ear and exposed neck. Razor takes a knee and is quick to reach for the target spot. Grimm grabs him by the hair. He takes him to the corner, but is blocked from turnbuckle offense.
Instead Razor guts him and puts Grimm face first into the pad. Grimm is spun then sent to the far corner where Razor crushes him with a clothesline. Grimm staggers into a samoan drop, but a rake of the eyes stops the motion. Grimm turns Razor around from his blinded state, but gets dropped this time. The champ rolls out of the ring. Razor rubs his eyes, hits the ropes, then flies like Superman over the top rope. Grimm is sent crashing into the colorful surfboard display, toppling them over.
Jerry Andrews: Air Razor just landed at the Phinehas Grimm airport.
Ace Anderson: Do you think he's feeling those "Good Vibrations"?
Grimm pushes the boards off and then takes control of the rail. Razor returns to crack a wooden beach chair across his back, landing it with a loud thud. He keeps Grimm neutralized this way and doesn't stop until at least five good shots have been delivered. After discarding it, Grimm is picked up by his GingerBeard of Doom. Razor is nailed between the eyes with a headbutt, and then as if a bar fight were happening, gets ran across the food table.
With burgers and dogs now under the five second rule, Grimm makes sure to smash them with Razor's face and the mat. Grimm picks him up and with one heave, back suplexes Razor onto the table and the spilled punch staining the tablecloth. Phinehas breaks the count at six, forcing a fresh restart. Razor is lead to the steps going up to the elevated ramp. He sticks a foot in to halt any punishment. Grimm is jabbed and hip tossed onto the ramp itself.
Razor scrapes the cooked mess off himself the best he can. Taking one of those plastic beach balls, Grimm is smacked in the face. It doesn't really do anything except provide a distraction. That's when Grimm is doubled with an umbrella. Razor uses the handle to take Grimm's feet out, then puts him on the defense with attempted jabs. Grimm walks through the open door off a miss, catching Razor under the chin by pushing the umbrella up. Razor collapses into the ropes thanks to a drop toe hold.
Jerry Andrews: I don't like the fact Grimm has a weapon...
Ace Anderson: Just be thankful it's only an umbrella.
Grimm picks the right moment to use the umbrella as a makeshift bat. His swing for the fences turns Razor into the ring. The weapon is thrown to the floor below before Grimm climbs in after him. Razor has the Samoan drop returned to him. Grimm stays on top and with hooked legs, gets a pin.
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Razor throws his shoulder off the mat, drawing a respectable amount of applause. Grimm digs his fingertips in with a blatant choke, taking the count to nearly it's full count of five before allowing Razor to breathe. Grimm stands him up long enough to belt him with a flying back elbow. Razor catches Grimm with an uppercut as he's grabbed by the hair. That just encourages Grimm to unleash DEAD RECKONING.
Razor may have a migraine after that spectacular series of trademark headbutts. Or perhaps he's seeing fireworks or hearing the sounds of the Revolutionary War. Grimm exits the ring to collect something very familiar to him. His signature weapon. Fans rise to their feet with a mixed reaction as he now has his trusty shovel. But...something else catches his eye. An item that makes him frown. A surviving apple pie.
One whack from the shovel and that pie is splattered into the bleachers. It may also appear that Grimm shudders after seeing it, but it could also be the nighttime air in Greenville. Grimm's eyes darken as he refocuses on Razor Blade. He steps inside of the ring, stalking The Big Dog. Grimm raises the blade up to the moon...and gets SQUIRTED in the face with mustard and ketchup!
That gets a positive reaction from the crowd. As Grimm loses his vision and control of the shovel, Razor gets a second wind. Enough of one that he brings the grill and bag of charcoal inside of the ring. The grill is wheeled into a corner. Its lid lifted back. Grimm is pulled to it and slammed ten times into the stainless steel cooking grate! Then the lid is slammed ten times onto his shoulders!
Jerry Andrews: Happy Fourth of July, Phinehas Grimm!
Ace Anderson: Do you think they celebrate that in Hangtown?
Jerry Andrews: I don't want to think about what gets celebrated there...
A stunned Grimm is thrown to the ropes, but gets redirected by a running Razor Blade who shoulder bumps him. He returns to throw himself with a devastating spear! Razor hooks the legs!
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Grimm kicks out of that before the idea of three can be contemplated. Razor Blade throws his hair back. He then spots Grimm's signature shovel. He spins his head around to Phinehas, then back to the weapon. Razor Blade goes to pick it up...but it doesn't budge. He tries with both hands, but the shovel isn't moving. That gets the faithful talking...by the time Razor realizes danger is inside his house, it's too late. LAMENT CONFIGURATION.
Grimm picks up HIS shovel and right on cue, he goes to town. The shovel is then placed gently in a corner like the fine instrument of violence that it is. Grimm positions the bag of charcoal and before you can say Joey Chestnut is an eleven time hot dog eating champion, Razor is PLANTED onto that bag with THE HARVEST. Grimm gets the pin.
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The bell is called. Grimm stands victorious as he takes possession of both his shovel and his championship.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Grimm!
Phinehas leaves the scene of the crime, heading back up the ramp to the playing of Zeal and Ardor.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Walla Walla, Washington, weighing 170 lbs, DEXTER BURKE!
The unremarkable jobber from northwestern Washington could best be described as a Revenge of the Nerds reject. He stands about 5'10", light skinned with a thin frame, curly black hair, and an overbite. The only reaction heard after the announcement is a technical glitch of crickets.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the ramp and surrounding bleachers partially colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison as mother and son emerge through wispy stage fog.
Sasha Greene: Being led to the ring by Lucy Willard...from Anaheim, California...weighing 250 lbs, SEROMINE!
While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, Lucy guides Seromine by his right hand to the ring. His childlike behavior is on display as he keeps close to his parent. Seromine is shown sipping on an orange juice box as he is guided across the ramp. They go down the steps instead of through the ropes, to which Seromine then sheepishly waves to the announce team.
Lucy gives him permission to go over to them, but only after he finishes his drink. That happens of course and before you know it, he races over to Ace and Jerry. He shakes their hands, then throws his arms around them for a cheesy group photo. This same sequence is repeated inside of the ring with Ed Lane and Dexter Burke after some pleading. Seromine breaks from the pack to go give his mommy a big hug at ringside. Of note is the fact he re-enters the ring with the mat for Twister, while she has possession of the spinner. His music is stopped and the bell called for.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Seromine explains the game to Dexter, assuming he doesn't already know. What he says isn't entirely accurate and in fact, could be considered modified. He elects to go first. Lucy flicks the arrow to send it spinning.
"Right foot! Green!
Seromine puts his foot on one of the green dots. He then excitedly informs Dexter it's his turn. Lucy flicks the arrow again.
"Left hand, yellow."
Dexter leans down to put his hand on the appropriate dot. The moment he does, Seromine catapults him with a gutwrench suplex, which draws the ire of fans. He then rolls Dexter off the game mat, but makes sure his hand stays on yellow. "You have to stay on the dots or you lose the game!" This is when Seromine helps him to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: Now I've seen everything.
Ace Anderson: Seromine is on his best behavior, showing that he can be a good sport.
Seromine waves to Lucy. With a beaming smile, she gives the arrow another spin.
"Left foot! Red!"
Seromine stretches across, but puts his foot on one of the red dots. This in turn has his back to a hurting Dexter Burke. Lucy's smile isn't quite as big as she spins for his second turn.
"Left foot, red."
Dexter, while bent, cautiously puts that foot over onto the dot. Seromine spots where he is from the corner of his eye. He suddenly moonsaults behind him with a waistlock. Burke is ran front first into the corner and then driven down onto his head and neck with a rolling German suplex, a signature move Seromine calls WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS.
Jerry Andrews (sarcastically): Is that him misbehaving? Or is he still being a good boy?
Ace Anderson: It looks like an impact move from here.
Seromine sits on his knees, looking down with "concern" for Burke. "Is he hurt, mommy? I told him he had to stay on the dots..." Lucy consoles her son with positive reinforcement. Seromine shakes Burke, then appears relieved to see he's still aware of the game being played. For the second time he helps his smaller opponent to his feet, then assists him to the yellow and red dots he should be touching, then doing the same with his green and red. "All better! Go ahead, mommy!"
Lucy spins things for the third time. What it lands on gives her the biggest joy. Seromine gives her his undivided attention.
"Running knee kick! Blue!"
Seromine stands Dexter completely up. "You lose! Sorry." After informing him of this, Seromine bounces off the ropes to perfectly drill Dexter with LITTLE BOY BLUE. As has been the case since the match started, he gets booed loud and clear. Dexter is rolled up and pinned.
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Ed Lane calls for the bell and with that comes the return of Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, Seromine!
He jumps up and down with joy after hearing that. Seromine exits the ring to uncharacteristically hi-five anyone close enough. Lucy calls him over like a child having to go inside because the street lights are coming on. "I won, mommy! I won! Did you see it?? That was for you!"
The proud mother caresses her son. "You did great, sweetheart! Come now --- we have to go."
Lucy leads him up onto the ramp by his right hand, keeping him close to her. He stays nuzzled by her side as they walk across to the back.
Jerry Andrews: I don't know how to follow that up.
Ace Anderson: You have something against the loving bond of a mother and her son?
Jerry Andrews: Let's just go to a commercial.
Ace Anderson: It's not their fault your mom didn't love you. Seromine won tonight. That's greater than tonight's festivities.
Jerry gives him an exasperated look over the suggestion, promptly throwing his notes to the wind as Trauma goes to a commercial.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.
"Pick Up The Pizzas" by James Gang hits. The tron features gritty footage of vintage classic rock bands. Darren runs out onto the ramp, throwing a few chords of air guitar out to wind up the crowd.
Sasha Greene: From Staten Island, New York. He weighs 184 lbs, DARREN "THE BOMBER" HUGHES!
Darren runs across to the ring, jumping in through the ropes. Ready for a fight, he bounces his back to the ropes a couple of times and throws up a double-shooting gesture with his fingers to the hard camera, grinning and soaking in the crowd's cheers.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent.
Ace Anderson: Wait until he sees who the referee is...
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 full length pirate coat, matte black with red trim, and a hood reminiscent of Shay Cormac from Assassin's Creed: Rogue. 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"
Sasha Greene: From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing 217 lbs, he is "THE GOD OF GAME" KYLE SHANE!
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 bleachers, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some in the bleachers even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks. 1/2 the way across the ramp, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He steps onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, as he pulls the hood off, his normal, infuriating, arrogant smirk spreads across his face and he raises his eyebrow. He fluidly slips between the ropes, pirouettes towards the stage 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 Assassin waistcoat and begins stretching for the match.
Singles Match
Darren "The Bomber" Hughes vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Nigel Gale
Darren "The Bomber" Hughes vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
Kyle, upon seeing Nigel Gale is the assigned ref, rolls his eyes, then lets him know what he thinks. This while an extended middle finger is thrown at Darren Hughes. Gale was the referee in Kyle's Icemann Invitational semi-final match against Stormm at Living a Legacy. Not only that, he was the referee who was assaulted at the last Trauma, after Kyle laid waste to Darren Hughes for comments he made.
An agitated Kyle Shane has little interest in anything Nigel says. He turns his back and zeroes in on Darren Hughes like he were a boss in a video game. Hughes comes out swinging aggressively as he peppers Kyle with an array of heavy shots. But the slippery Catalyst was expecting this and finds himself moving in and out while landing his own vollied offense. An attempted hiptoss corkscrews Kyle into him pulling off an armdrag.
They both get to their feet. Kyle's shotgun dropkick is sidestepped. He turns in time to leap over a leg sweep. Kyle fires up a sudden Shoryuken, but Hughes leans back to avoid the contact, capturing the arm and bracing it in a wrench. Kyle does a couple of flips, scoring himself a counter to free his arm. A spinning heel kick hits Darren flush in the face, jarring back against the ropes. Kyle is propelled onto the apron. He drops down and slides through the legs of a lunging Darren Hughes.
Kyle works his legs back under the arms of Hughes, but he stands his ground with a holding of the rope. Kyle feverishly works the repaired knees of Hughes, which finally gets him dropped. Kyle presses his weight on the limbs and stares daggers at Nigel. He drops for the count.
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Hughes has no trouble with that. Kyle gives off vibes that Nigel was slow to get in position. Again they get to their feet, but this time Hughes gives him a running hockey body check to put Kyle out of the ring. Hughes bends his knees to work them out, then goes out to collect his attacker. The boots he puts to Kyle are hyper aggressive and may leave more than the print of his boot.
Jerry Andrews: Darren Hughes is going beyond stomping a mudhole in Kyle right now. You could argue that he's stomping the attitude out of him.
Ace Anderson: People may not like him, but Kyle made valid points last week. I think his frustrations are justified and I think Nigel Gale should be suspended!
Jerry Andrews: Of course you do.
Ace Anderson: The footage doesn't lie, Jerry.
Kyle is thrown back first against the ropes. Instead of catapulting back to Hughes, he hangs on. Hughes is baited into a charge. Kyle skins the cat and then rotates through to dropkick Darren in the mouth. This allows Kyle to springboard himself into a shooting star press than lands with full authority!
Kyle posts Darren, not by throwing him into it, but by actually slamming his face against the steel. They work their way onto the wooden ramp. Kyle blisters him with strikes that are so fast and so smooth, one would slow motion to keep track of it all. Hughes is thrown into the ropes, then back body dropped onto the ramp with an audible thud. There is no give on that. Kyle charges the ropes and again dazzles the faithful with a springboard aerial. This time a moonsault.
Some of Kyle's aggression from last shows appears this show, with the same style of trash talk that he's known for. It draws a mixed reaction. Hughes is dropped with two vertical suplexes on the ramp. Kyle floats him into a stalling variety on the third, but goes to dump him with a release inside of the ring. Hughes holds on, turning things into a rope assisted neckbreaker. Kyle is flung onto his hands and knees, but he finds himself grabbing his neck.
Jerry Andrews: That didn't look good.
Hughes gains a measure of composure. He waits on Kyle to get close enough to grab. That third vertical suplex is hit, but with Hughes landing it. Kyle is sent to the corner. Hughes clotheslines him on impact, then runs him out with a bulldog. Hughes turns him over, hooking a leg.
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Kyle kicks out right at two. Hughes attempts an Irish whip, only to pull Kyle into a swinging neckbreaker. Darren panders to the crowd as he gets up, basking in their cheers, but remains focused on Kyle. He runs Kyle into the corner. Again. Again. His attempt at a northern lights suplex is met with resistance in the form of elbows to the neck.
Kyle quickly bridges Darren's arms, but Hughes drives him into the corner again to break free. Kyle is gifted a headbutt for all of that. Darren shoots him across. Kyle crashes against the buckles, causing him to slide down. Darren charges. SHORYUKEN is nailed this time and it flips Hughes backwards. Kyle pulls himself over for another attempted pin.
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Kickout.
Ace Anderson: Come on, ref! That count was intentionally slow and done to throw Kyle off his game.
Jerry Andrews: You would think that, wouldn't you?
Ace Anderson: Hey, I know what I saw with my two eyes. My Grandma could count the pin faster that what Nigel just did.
Kyle apparently agrees with Ace, because he shoots Nigel a dirty look. The referee explains what he saw and that his count was textbook. Kyle buries a pair of knees to the nose now, driving Hughes backward to the very corner he was putting Kyle in. Kyle pushes him up to the top turnbuckle. He surprises him with a Pele kick before going to the top himself. A top rope hurricanrana is stopped cold. Hughes quickly adjusts things to hit a TOP ROPE PILEDRIVER! Kyle is repositioned away from the ropes as Hughes hooks the legs.
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2!
3---KICK OUT!
Ace Anderson: That count was fast! What the hell is going on?! Nigel is out to pay Kyle back for what he did!
Jerry Andrews: WILL YOU STOP?!
Ace Anderson: The ears don't lie. I know what I heard. That was the fastest count of the match. Maybe even ever!
Jerry Andrews: Your tin foil hat is on too tight, Mr. Conspiracy Theorist. The count was normal and Kyle beat the three.
Hughes looks to the cheering fans who are still buzzing about the impact of that move. Kyle is brought to his feet. He suddenly takes Hughes through the ropes by a pull of the tights, depositing him on the ramp. Hughes spins around in order to grab the top rope. A dazed Kyle is sized up. Hughes slingshots himself over with a shoulderblock...
NON NOBIS DOMINE COUNTERS! Kyle rolls Darren Hughes like he were in plastic. He throws his weight over with the legs hooked.
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Kyle releases him with a satisfied grin on his face. He rises to his feet, demanding that not only his arm be raised, but that Nigel also announces him as the winner. There's just one problem.
Darren kicked out a fraction of a second before the three. Kyle looks ready to kill on the spot. He tells Nigel exactly what happened and that his "beat the count" is a pile of shit. It doesn't win him any new fans, in fact, it allows Hughes to pull Kyle into an inside cradle!
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3---KICK OUT!
Kyle beats that with more spare time than Hughes did. The two men work their way up to a vertical base...DEAD EYE hits as hard as Kyle can possibly stick it. Hughes takes a fall into the ropes as his lights go out. Kyle confidentially drags Darren to the center of the ring. He pins him, but keeps his eyes locked on Nigel the entire time.
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And this time it IS three. Kyle stands tall and gets what he requested before while Sasha makes the official announcement.
Before exiting, he holds up one finger on his right hand and four on his left as a parting shot for Darren to see. Kyle steps onto the ramp, working his way back up with his entrance music blasting in the parking lot.
DING!
DING!
Kyle, upon seeing Nigel Gale is the assigned ref, rolls his eyes, then lets him know what he thinks. This while an extended middle finger is thrown at Darren Hughes. Gale was the referee in Kyle's Icemann Invitational semi-final match against Stormm at Living a Legacy. Not only that, he was the referee who was assaulted at the last Trauma, after Kyle laid waste to Darren Hughes for comments he made.
An agitated Kyle Shane has little interest in anything Nigel says. He turns his back and zeroes in on Darren Hughes like he were a boss in a video game. Hughes comes out swinging aggressively as he peppers Kyle with an array of heavy shots. But the slippery Catalyst was expecting this and finds himself moving in and out while landing his own vollied offense. An attempted hiptoss corkscrews Kyle into him pulling off an armdrag.
They both get to their feet. Kyle's shotgun dropkick is sidestepped. He turns in time to leap over a leg sweep. Kyle fires up a sudden Shoryuken, but Hughes leans back to avoid the contact, capturing the arm and bracing it in a wrench. Kyle does a couple of flips, scoring himself a counter to free his arm. A spinning heel kick hits Darren flush in the face, jarring back against the ropes. Kyle is propelled onto the apron. He drops down and slides through the legs of a lunging Darren Hughes.
Kyle works his legs back under the arms of Hughes, but he stands his ground with a holding of the rope. Kyle feverishly works the repaired knees of Hughes, which finally gets him dropped. Kyle presses his weight on the limbs and stares daggers at Nigel. He drops for the count.
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Hughes has no trouble with that. Kyle gives off vibes that Nigel was slow to get in position. Again they get to their feet, but this time Hughes gives him a running hockey body check to put Kyle out of the ring. Hughes bends his knees to work them out, then goes out to collect his attacker. The boots he puts to Kyle are hyper aggressive and may leave more than the print of his boot.
Jerry Andrews: Darren Hughes is going beyond stomping a mudhole in Kyle right now. You could argue that he's stomping the attitude out of him.
Ace Anderson: People may not like him, but Kyle made valid points last week. I think his frustrations are justified and I think Nigel Gale should be suspended!
Jerry Andrews: Of course you do.
Ace Anderson: The footage doesn't lie, Jerry.
Kyle is thrown back first against the ropes. Instead of catapulting back to Hughes, he hangs on. Hughes is baited into a charge. Kyle skins the cat and then rotates through to dropkick Darren in the mouth. This allows Kyle to springboard himself into a shooting star press than lands with full authority!
Kyle posts Darren, not by throwing him into it, but by actually slamming his face against the steel. They work their way onto the wooden ramp. Kyle blisters him with strikes that are so fast and so smooth, one would slow motion to keep track of it all. Hughes is thrown into the ropes, then back body dropped onto the ramp with an audible thud. There is no give on that. Kyle charges the ropes and again dazzles the faithful with a springboard aerial. This time a moonsault.
Some of Kyle's aggression from last shows appears this show, with the same style of trash talk that he's known for. It draws a mixed reaction. Hughes is dropped with two vertical suplexes on the ramp. Kyle floats him into a stalling variety on the third, but goes to dump him with a release inside of the ring. Hughes holds on, turning things into a rope assisted neckbreaker. Kyle is flung onto his hands and knees, but he finds himself grabbing his neck.
Jerry Andrews: That didn't look good.
Hughes gains a measure of composure. He waits on Kyle to get close enough to grab. That third vertical suplex is hit, but with Hughes landing it. Kyle is sent to the corner. Hughes clotheslines him on impact, then runs him out with a bulldog. Hughes turns him over, hooking a leg.
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Kyle kicks out right at two. Hughes attempts an Irish whip, only to pull Kyle into a swinging neckbreaker. Darren panders to the crowd as he gets up, basking in their cheers, but remains focused on Kyle. He runs Kyle into the corner. Again. Again. His attempt at a northern lights suplex is met with resistance in the form of elbows to the neck.
Kyle quickly bridges Darren's arms, but Hughes drives him into the corner again to break free. Kyle is gifted a headbutt for all of that. Darren shoots him across. Kyle crashes against the buckles, causing him to slide down. Darren charges. SHORYUKEN is nailed this time and it flips Hughes backwards. Kyle pulls himself over for another attempted pin.
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Kickout.
Ace Anderson: Come on, ref! That count was intentionally slow and done to throw Kyle off his game.
Jerry Andrews: You would think that, wouldn't you?
Ace Anderson: Hey, I know what I saw with my two eyes. My Grandma could count the pin faster that what Nigel just did.
Kyle apparently agrees with Ace, because he shoots Nigel a dirty look. The referee explains what he saw and that his count was textbook. Kyle buries a pair of knees to the nose now, driving Hughes backward to the very corner he was putting Kyle in. Kyle pushes him up to the top turnbuckle. He surprises him with a Pele kick before going to the top himself. A top rope hurricanrana is stopped cold. Hughes quickly adjusts things to hit a TOP ROPE PILEDRIVER! Kyle is repositioned away from the ropes as Hughes hooks the legs.
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3---KICK OUT!
Ace Anderson: That count was fast! What the hell is going on?! Nigel is out to pay Kyle back for what he did!
Jerry Andrews: WILL YOU STOP?!
Ace Anderson: The ears don't lie. I know what I heard. That was the fastest count of the match. Maybe even ever!
Jerry Andrews: Your tin foil hat is on too tight, Mr. Conspiracy Theorist. The count was normal and Kyle beat the three.
Hughes looks to the cheering fans who are still buzzing about the impact of that move. Kyle is brought to his feet. He suddenly takes Hughes through the ropes by a pull of the tights, depositing him on the ramp. Hughes spins around in order to grab the top rope. A dazed Kyle is sized up. Hughes slingshots himself over with a shoulderblock...
NON NOBIS DOMINE COUNTERS! Kyle rolls Darren Hughes like he were in plastic. He throws his weight over with the legs hooked.
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Kyle releases him with a satisfied grin on his face. He rises to his feet, demanding that not only his arm be raised, but that Nigel also announces him as the winner. There's just one problem.
Darren kicked out a fraction of a second before the three. Kyle looks ready to kill on the spot. He tells Nigel exactly what happened and that his "beat the count" is a pile of shit. It doesn't win him any new fans, in fact, it allows Hughes to pull Kyle into an inside cradle!
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3---KICK OUT!
Kyle beats that with more spare time than Hughes did. The two men work their way up to a vertical base...DEAD EYE hits as hard as Kyle can possibly stick it. Hughes takes a fall into the ropes as his lights go out. Kyle confidentially drags Darren to the center of the ring. He pins him, but keeps his eyes locked on Nigel the entire time.
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And this time it IS three. Kyle stands tall and gets what he requested before while Sasha makes the official announcement.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Kyle Shane!
Before exiting, he holds up one finger on his right hand and four on his left as a parting shot for Darren to see. Kyle steps onto the ramp, working his way back up with his entrance music blasting in the parking lot.
As Trauma returns, “Amazing” by Kanye West blast out over the PA system, echoing out across the parking lot. A big pop comes from the Faithful as Gerard Angelo steps out onto the stage. It’s different then a usual entrance by the “Hollywood Hero” as instead of one of his trademark expensive suits and shades, he comes out dressed in a grey T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of white and black Jordan retros. On his left leg is a big supportive brace. Gerry walks down the ramp all business, not playing up to the crowd like he usually does. He gets to ringside and climbs up the steps as fast he can in the cumbersome brace. He climbs carefully through the rope before he steps over to the ropes and requests a mic.
“Shut the music off!” Gerry yells into the mic and the audio production crew obliges, the hook to “Amazing” fading out. He looks out over the crowd waiting for them to settle down before he continues.
“I have something I need to say to each and everyone of you here, and the millions watching at home.”
Gerard pauses as the Faithful look up at him from the standing room crowd.
“I’m sorry.” Gerard says as a puzzled buzz goes out through the crowd.
“I’m sorry because I let you all down. I let you all down because I promised to take Pure Class Wrestling into a new age. To change it. And I let it fall right back into the status quo. I let Grimm take the title from me. And for that, I’m sorry.”
He lets it hang out there for the fans to digest.
“Now I could bitch and moan, but I’m not going to. But I will say this. Grimm not only took my championship. He tried to take my career,” Gerry says as he gestures to the brace on his knee. “Now Grimm might say that it was all business, but the business is my life. I eat sleep and breathe pro wrestling. So that makes this personal now.”
Gerard steps forward and leans on the top rope, looking directly into he hard cam.
“So let me get to my point. I don’t care if I get a rematch for the World title. I don’t care if it’s in a match, back stage or in this parking lot. I’m coming for you Grimm.”
The crowd pops loudly as he says this in anticipation of a mother showdown between the two.
“I looked into the eyes of the demon and I lived to tell about it. And I’m coming back to end the legend of the Hangtown Horror. In fact…” Gerard pulls the mic away from his lips and reaches down, undoing the straps on his brace. He pulls it off and tosses it out side the ring as the crowd cheers.
“I just talked to the Doc and he said I was cleared to resume wrestling activities.”
The crowd cheers loudly as Gerry smirks into the camera again.
“So watch your back you red-headed piece of sh**!”
Gerry tosses the mic as the crowd ‘OOOs’ from the censored word. Gerard slips out of the ring and head back up the ramp with a renewed cocky swagger to the tune of his entrance music.
Sectioned off somewhere in the parking lot is a photo op booth. People of all ages have lined up to have their picture taken with someone dressed in an eagle costume against an American flag backdrop.
After things have thinned, Seromine arrives on the scene with Lucy. He's holding a patriotic balloon in his right hand and his mother's right hand with his left.
"This is so exciting! Are you going to get your picture with the eagle?"
Lucy chuckles. "My love, I believe you know the answer to that in your heart! Yes --- I know you do, because mine is saying the same thing. And after all, we'll be together!"
The eagle finishes with the few ahead of Lucy and Seromine. When their turn comes, Seromine steps into a hug. Lucy also receives one, and then they pose with the oversized mascot.
"Ok. On the count of three, say cheese." Instructs the photographer. The eagle has his wings put around mother and son. Seromine on the right, Lucy on the left. They show off their best smile and at three, there's a flash.
"Thank you, Mr. Eagle! Happy Independence Day to you!"
Seromine begins to wave goodbye, but just as he starts to follow his mom in departure, there is a loud pop. The eagle has killed Seromine's balloon. That draws his immediate attention.
"Hey! What did you do that for??"
Lucy steps in front to challenge whoever is in the costume. Gone is her smile. "Who do you think you are?! You had no right doing that! I demand you get him a new one!" Her voice is flush with anger. "If not, I'll see to it that you're not only fired, but also blacklisted from ever working events again!"
The eagle's head is taken off. In the costume is none other than RICK MAJORS. He kicks Seromine in the midsection with his clawed foot and then drops him onto the pavement with THE MAJOR IMPACT. A rather loud contingent of cheers can be heard in the background. If looks could kill, Rick would be disintegrated by Lucy, who at this second is being restrained by security. Majors has them approaching, but he backs away while getting out of the suit.
"When your kid wakes, tell him that's not the only thing I owed him!"
Lucy eventually manages to break free in order to attend to Seromine. She shoots daggers at anyone that even tries to get near. Her anger softens some as she cradles him in her arms.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, and introducing the teams, first he weighs in at 245 lbs... DAVID HUNTER!
"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.
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.
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.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter is wasting no motion tonight, as he enters the ring. He's looking for a fight.
Ace Anderson: Well, I think both he and Stormm have a gripe this week, after Sicko interfered in the triple threat and cost them both a chance at number one contendership to the North American title, for, well, no clear reason.
Jerry Andrews: True, but he seems to be on a mission tonight.
Sasha Greene: And his partner...
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin 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 Greene: 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.
Sasha Greene: He is 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, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, 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: Like Hunter, Stormm has a huge bone to pick over the results of last Trauma's triple threat, but Stormm is not the kind of guy to complain about lost opportunities. He is just here to come out and handle business.
Ace Anderson: And he'll probably tell us the historic number of matches he's been a part of while he's doing it!
Sasha Greene: And their opponents... introducing first, he weighs in at 383 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... SICKO!!
The lights start going out as if with a rolling blackout, flickering and struggling to maintain power as the first guitar chords of "Fixxxer" by Metallica starts playing over the PA. As the lights come fully up, 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 hits the mid-point heavy guitar break the jumbotron shows images of Sicko, walking down a long hallway, his back turned to the camera, then the screen splits into two images of Sicko, two faces, one laughing, one letting out a bestial roar.
Tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin, jab another pin in me
Then, as the music kicks in harder, shots of Sicko ruthlessly attacking and destroying PCW superstars flicker on the screen. Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, and as he does, he cocks an ear, listening to an unheard spoken word or command, and he responds, talking to himself. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The Demon Clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. As he climbs onto the apron, James Hetfield is just getting to the "NO MORE PINS IN ME" part of the chorus and in time with that, Sicko holds his arms out at his sides and he throws his head back, letting out a guttural roar. As Sicko climbs over the top rope, he turns his head to talk to a voice only he can hear, waiting for the match to start.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter has not stopped staring a hole in Sicko, the hate between the two men, fomented by the bitter words passed between them on social media and in interviews, has reached a boiling point.
Ace Anderson: David Hunter clearly thought he was done with Sicko, and wanted to move on to focus on bigger things, like the Icemann Invitational or the North American title, but Sicko won't let him go.
Sasha Greene: And his partner... weighing in at 365 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion... DOMINATOR!!
The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.
Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…
DOMINATOR
The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.
The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides. Horacio follows his client at his own pace. Dominator 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 arm in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting it 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.
Tag Team Match
Stormm & David Hunter vs Sicko (PCW Underground 👑) & Dominator (PCW North American ©)
Referee: Ed Lane
Stormm & David Hunter vs Sicko (PCW Underground 👑) & Dominator (PCW North American ©)
Referee: Ed Lane
Jerry Andrews: As the bell rings, David Hunter is pointing across the ring... he wants Sicko in a bad way!
Sicko sees Hunter pointing at him, and knowing the bees nest he stirred up by costing Hunter his match and seeing the young superstar frothing and foaming for his blood, Sicko cackles menacingly. The Demon Clown then flips Hunter a message that incenses him even further, causing the crowd to go in an uproar. Dominator stands in front of Sicko, trying to get things square so they can start the match. On the other side, Hunter is raging, and shouts at Stormm to let him get his in this match because he wants a piece of that clown. Stormm, blinking, raises his arms in the air with a calm nonplussed expression, as if to say, "Wow, okay, dude, jeez"... and the referee orders the bell rung.
Jerry Andrews: And we are underway.
Taking the opportunity, Hunter steps forward with all eyes on the other side of the ring, and even if it isn't Sicko that steps up to him, Hunter starts throwing punches with gusto, causing the seven foot Zenith to start going on the back foot. Hunter fires away at Dominator, but finally, Dominator drills him with a boot to the gut. Hunter staggers slightly, and Dominator lays into him with right hands and brutal European Uppercut, driving Hunter back against the ropes. Grabbing the arm, Dominator hurls Hunter across the ring with an Irish whip into the ropes. Dominator lowers his head in search of a back body drop, but Hunter surprises him by rolling over the shoulder and coming down behind him. The crowd reacts as Hunter lands behind Dominator athletically, but the Zenith whips around immediately and nails David with a hard shot to the jaw. He staggers backwards, as Dominator sneers down at his smaller opponent, but Hunter comes right back with a right hand of his own, not intimidated. Dominator nails another shot … but so does Hunter…..Dominator with a shot….Hunter with anther…. but again, Dominator drives his knee right into the gut of David, breaking off the offence, before backing him up against the ropes and shooting him across the ring once again. Hunter shoots back and Dominator sends him up into the lights with a body drop … but David lands on his feet behind Dominator again! Dominator spins around and Hunter levels him with a standing dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: You can just feel the pain, passion and most of all the hate Hunter has for both members of the opposite team.
Dominator staggers backwards into the ropes in a daze and Hunter grabs him by the arm, and he pulls the giant into a knee to the gut. Dominator stumbles forward, holding his gut, and Hunter then runs off the ropes and plants him with a bulldog. Dominator lands on his back hard and sits up on impact, as Hunter shoots off the ropes, cracking him in the face with a running dropkick. The giant rolls over backwards, back up to his feet drunkenly, clutching at his jaw. David goes for another irish whip, but the powerful giant quickly reverses it, sending David into his corner. Sicko leans back. Dominator starts gathering steam. The juggernaut paces halfway across the ring, gets a running start, charges in for an avalanche into the turnbuckle … but David moves out of the way… and Dominator eats the top turnbuckle. Sicko looks crestfallen. Hunter quickly pulls Dominator up in a facelock, turning him around and dragging the mammoth, and he tags in Stormm who quickly pulls the arm back of Dom, exposing his ribs, as Hunter springs up to the top turnbuckle, before dropping the axe handle smash across the shoulder of the Zenith. The referee forces Hunter back out onto the apron, as Dominator crumples to all fours, as Stormm shoots off the ropes, drilling a boot into the side of Dominator's head He rolls over in a heap, but a determined Stormm quickly goes down into a cover.
The referee: One... Kickout.
Stormm gets back up, wrenching the arm painfully into a wristlock, and elbowing Dominator in the trapezius muscle. Dominator's free arm begins shaking as he starts pushing over on his side to release some pressure from the hold. Dom rolls over and begins pushing his way to his knees. Stormm holds on to the wrist lock of it as best he can, and drags him up to his feet, but Dominator drills him with a knee to the abdomen Stormm reels back as Dominator hurriedly tags in his partner Sicko. Sicko races into the ring excitedly, but runs straight into a right hand from Stormm! Michaels drills Sicko with a several more shots, backing him against ropes, before shooting him across the ring with an Irish whip off the ropes. Sicko flies back and Stormm catches him with a back elbow. Sicko shakes his head, as he staggers back up to his feet, and Stormm takes him back down with a boot to the skull. Sicko dazedly makes it back up to his feet once again, before Stormm presses him into the ropes and shoots him across the ring with another Irish whip which Sicko finds himself the victim of a drop toehold via Stormm. Sicko bounces back up to his feet again, walking around blindly, as Stormm grabs him by the arm and wrenches it around, before backing towards the corner and tagging in Hunter. Like before Stormm holds Sicko in place by the arm, as David leaps up to the top rope and jumps off, nailing another axehandle smash to the crown of the Demon Clown's head. Stormm exits the ring quickly, as Hunter hooks the leg.
The referee: One... Kickout.
Sicko kicks out quick as a flash, but Hunter does not waste any time, as he pulls the Demon Clown back up to his feet and drills him with a right hand. Dazed, Sicko staggers back into the ropes and David grabs him by the arm, looking to shoot him across the ring with Irish whip … but Sicko ducks underneath the arm. He wraps the arm up, looking to suplex Hunter, throws him up, looking for an exploder suplex … but Hunter flips over, counting into an arm drag. The crowd pops at the move from Hunter, as Sicko struggles back up to his feet with Hunter meeting him with a right hand. Before taking his arm and going for the Irish whip, however the massive, obese weight of Sicko is not proving easy to shift, and Sicko sends him off the ropes … before flinging him into the air with a flapjack and bringing him straight back down to eat. Hunter hits the canvas hard, clutching his spine and groaning, as Sicko shakes the cobwebs away and heads over to his corner, tagging in Dominator. Dominator quickly lands a few boots to the ribs before pulling him up, laying into him with some stiff right hands, before pulling back and smacking the Future in the jaw with a European uppercut! David reels; crumpling down to the mat, as Dominator menacingly pursues him, yelling at Hunter to get up.
Ace Anderson: Of all of the competitors in this match, Dominator is the one all eyes are on. The 2019 TIIT winner and North American champion has made few friends in his rise to the top.
Jerry Andrews: Based on what we saw last time they were together, even his partner has issues with him.
Ace Anderson: That may be why he's been trying to go it alone in the early goings of this match.
Dominator again puts the boot to David a few times, before yanking him up to his feet and shooting him across the ring with an Irish whip. Dominator throws a clothesline, but Hunter manages to duck underneath it again and comes off the ropes, catching Dominator with a headscissors takedown on the rebound. Dominator, dizzy, gets to his feet, turning around and trying to locate his smaller competition. David tries to Irish whip him across the ring, but Dominator overpowers the smaller man and hurls him the far corner. He races in immediately, but Hunter flares a foot out, catching Dominator and making him stagger backwards. David drops out onto the apron, waiting for Dominator to get back up. The Zenith staggers backwards, clutching his jaw, and turns around … Hunter leaps up, trying to springboard off the rope … but Dominator nails the ropes, and David crashes down to the canvas awkwardly. Some "OOOOOOH"s filter from the PCW arena, as the landing echoes.
Jerry Andrews: That was a BAD landing for Hunter. The official is checking... all clear, for now.
It seems as though David landed rather painfully on his neck and Dominator zones in on this, putting the boot to the body part without hesitation. Using the ropes for leverage, he leaps up into the air and drops his fully body weight across the throat, prompting groans of agony from Hunter. Raking his fingers through his hair, he drags his damaged opponent to the centre of the ring and up to his feet. He hooks Hunter’s arm, and snaps him over with a double arm DDT. Dominator floats over, forearm in the face.
The referee: One...
Two... kickout.
Hunter looks towards Stormm, who is frantically leaning over the ropes with his hand outstretched, begging for the tag. Dominator smirks and pulls David quickly over to his corner. Holding David’s arms behind his back, Dominator reaches out and tags in Sicko, with Hunter held firm comes in with a meat hook punch to the face. The punch is so heavy handed and devastasting that Hunter's head bobs at several angles before falling limp. More “OOOOOH" go up from the crowd, as Hunter is driven down into the canvas. As Hunter falls, Sicko picks the bones like a vulture, turning him for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
The plucky Hunter kicks out again, showing his determination to gain a measure of revenge over the two ton tag team. Sicko quickly yanks David back up to his feet, wrapping his arm around his neck, turning him over, and slamming down with a front facelock into a twisting elbow drop. Hunter lolls forwards, clutching at his neck, but Sicko does not even cover the man, instead scooping him right back up, lifting him high, and spiking him into the mat with a sidewalk slam. Now he makes the cover. Now the giant clown sinks into another cover. The referee counts.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
After a quick and foreboding look at the referee, Sicko pulls David back up to his feet, grabs his arm and hurls him into the corner as hard as he possibly can with an Irish whip, causing Hunter’s spine, neck and head to slam into it with tremendous force! David falls to the mat immediately, and a sneering Sicko tags Dominator back in as he flashes that sinister smile as he pulls Hunter back up to his feet and lifts him up high, Sicko lifts him back up and crushes him with a harsh backbreaker over his knee, then lets Hunter roll off the knee and Dominator runs off the ropes and comes in with a leg drop to the back of the head. David tries to grab his neck immediately, but Dominator quickly hooks his legs.
The referee: One...
Two.... Kickout.
Jerry Andrews: The two big men have enjoyed a lengthy time just beating David Hunter down to the mat.
Ace Anderson: As heavy and massive as Sicko and Dominator both are, I think Hunter feels like he's been tangling with a steamroller.
Dominator steps back up to feet, pushing the back of Hunter’s head with his boot, almost toying with the smaller man, as the crowd boos. The Clown points threateningly at Stormm across the ring, before dragging Hunter back up to his feet helplessly and tucking his head under his arm. He again snatches David in a double underhook, but Hunter spins round behind Dominator and shoves him into the ropes … but Dominator comes right back with a thunderous clothesline that draws gasps from the crowd. Dominator sinks down for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
Dominator can be heard yelling, caught by the microphones at ringside, as he scowls at the referee, smacking his hands together. Disgruntled, Dominator storms over to his corner again and tags in Sicko, who wastes no time in entering the ring. He pulls Hunter up into a seated position and wraps his hands and arms around his neck, applying the rear chinlock. With his knee in the base of David’s spine, Sicko really cinches in the hold. He wrings the neck of the Underground's former king from side to side, almost like he’s going to snap his neck. On the apron, Stormm hammers away at the top turnbuckle, trying desperately to get the crowd behind his partner. The PCW Arena responds and cheers on Hunter, who flails his arms around wildly, looking for an escape. but the official gets into position as if he is going to ring the bell. But, suddenly, Hunter begins to struggle back up to a vertical base, spurred on by the fans and his partner. Sicko maintains the chinlock with all his might, but David tries to run away, prompting Sicko to drag him back by the neck … which causes Hunter to go up into the air backwards … he rolls over Sicko, landing behind him. The crowd pops at the athleticism of Hunter, as Sicko spins around and gets drilled with a right hand, followed by several more. David quickly shoots backwards off the ropes, and Sicko throws a clothesline, which Hunter ducks and comes off the ropes again, taking Sicko down with a flying clothesline. Sicko staggers back up to his feet and David goes for a boot to the gut, but the Demon Clown catches his foot and spins Hunter around, hurling a clothesline, David ducks it. Sicko turns, and meets a lightning fast superkick which makes the big man drop down to one knee. As Sicko falls, David backs up, and the camera shows as leaves his feet, sending all of his foot into his opponent's face with a bicycle kick that finally fells Sicko.
Jerry Andrews: God Almighty, what a KICK!!
Ace Anderson: Ode to Frank, and how! Sicko is down!
Jerry Andrews: And with Sicko flat on his back... David reaches out... and he makes the tag!
Stormm rushes in like a house of fire, and as Dominator tries to cross the ring, he eats a back elbow, making him stumble a few paces back into the corner. Sicko, dazed and looking confused, stumbles to his feet and Stormm fires a right hand to Sicko, making his head snap to the side. Sicko tries to no sell it, per his usual Terminator mantra, but Stormm keeps the rush going, and as Sicko surges back fully to his feet, Stormm pounds him relentlessly with rights that have the giant Demon Clown reeling. Stormm lets out a yell to the crowd, keeping the adrenaline pumping. Stormm rushes over into the corner and forearms Dominator in the face, sending him off the apron. The crowd erupts as Dominator is shown going face first into the old school guardrails at ringside. Back in the ring Stormm brings the pain as Sicko finds himself at the receiving end of right after right after right. Stormm grabs Sicko, pulling the big man out of the ropes and taking him down with a DDT! Sicko grabs at his rather large head as Stormm makes the cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout.
Sicko keeps the match alive just as cameras catch Dominator getting back to his feet, Stormm peers over and smiles as he grabs the back of Sicko's bald pate, and with enough adrenaline to kickstart a mule team, throws Sicko over the top rope, dropping 383 pounds of girth and pain on top of Dominator!
Jerry Andrews: Tutti freaking frutti, Sicko just went flying over the top rope!!
Ace Anderson: Stormm is fired up!
Jerry Andrews: You just know that Stormm is looking for a way to get his name back into the title picture, a win over two champions tonight may accomplish that.
Stormm exits the ring as he stumbles, having to lift the dead weight of the stunned clown off Dominator. Sicko gets to his knees on the outside, and he tries to shove Stormm away. Stormm comes back with a right hand to Sicko's face, but the Underground champion fires back with a stone headbutt. Stormm's fiery momentum is at last halted, and he is forced to retreat across the aisle, holding his face and taking a second to blink some sense back into his head. Sicko's lips peel back in a terrifying snarl as he looks over at Stormm, and he roars for a second, charging across the aisle. At the last second Stormm sidesteps and pushes Sicko forward, and the crowd groans as Sicko is then introduced into the steel ring post face first. Sicko backs off, extremely dazed. He stumbles towards the entrance ramp as Stormm follows. Stormm clubs Sicko over the back and walks him around the ring by the back of the head. The fans in the front row are going wild as Stormm and Sicko pass by them. Stormm goes to lift Sicko's head up and slam it against the apron, but Sicko flares an elbow to the side of Stormm’s face. Sicko takes a moment to shake out the cobwebs, before turning to Stormm and slamming his head off the apron instead. Sicko turns his head, barking at the dark passenger only he can hear, before gripping Stormm's arm and pulling him in, leveling Stormm with a short arm clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: The referee hasn't started counting yet, miraculously, but he is admonishing them to take this back in the ring.
Ace Anderson: Outside the ring is definitely more Sicko's, and even Dominator's arena, being Underground specialists.
Sicko looks to stomp away on Stormm as cameras catch Hunter reaching a vertical base on the apron; meanwhile as Sicko lays the boots….Stormm grabs a foot and sweeps Sicko down to the floor. He crashes with a thud as Stormm reaches his feet and brings Sicko back to his own, then he whips Sicko into the steel steps with force. The sound of flesh meeting steel echoes around the PCW Arena as Stormm tosses Sicko back into the ring. Stormm points to Hunter, who nods, as if by some pre-discussed cue As Hunter begins to climb the ROPES as Stormm applies the rear waistlock, going for a German suplex, Sicko uses all of his weight and mass, trying to keep his center of gravity low… but Hunter flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick, and Stormm is able to bring Sicko over with a german suplex... into a bridge The crowd goes nuts.
Jerry Andrews: Are you seeing this teamwork?!
Ace Anderson: Are we seeing a new Best Tag Team In the World?!
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout, as Dominator is also running in to break it up.
Dominator, making his presence known, tosses Hunter into the ropes with an Irish whip, before catching him with a belly to belly suplex. Hunter rolls around like a rag doll, as Dominator continues to dish out punishment by pulling Stormm up in a front facelock and laying into him with knee lifts, driving them right into the mouth, face and throat of the Force of Nature. Wrapping his arm around Stormm’s neck, Dominator brings him over with a snapmare takedown before measuring him up. He boots Stormm right in the side of the head, dropping him to the mat. Now Dominator goes over and pushes the mass of Sicko over on his side, nudging Sicko into a cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout.
Stormm keeps the match alive as Dominator flings his hands up in the air, exasperated. The referee gets in Dominator's way, and admonishes him, telling him he needs to get out of the ring. Stormm and Sicko are slow to their feet, first needing to take several moments to recuperate, taking in deep lungfuls of air and pushing themselves to their knees. Finally, Stormm is up first, coming towards Sicko who is up from one knee, and hurling a right. Sicko's head snaps, and Sicko throws a slug of his own. The two men start battling back and forth. The crowd is getting into it with a dueling ”YAY”...”BOO"...”YAY"...”BOO”... each time their respective favorite throws a punch. Sicko ducks under a right hand and lifts him up over his shoulder. Sicko steps forwards, and slams Stormm shoulder first across his knee with a shoulder breaker. Stormm cries out, but as soon as he falls forwards, Sicko wraps up his arm up in a double chickenwing as Stormm is down on his stomach. The evil clown grits his teeth and tries to lift Stormm up. The fatigue of this match is ebbing Sicko's stamina, and he is only able to pull Stormm up to a kneeling position as Stormm is trying to flex his way out of the hold.
Jerry Andrews: Sicko is trying to lock in that Laughing Ghost submission, which has put several members of the Underground out in excruciating pain.
Ace Anderson: Stormm is fighting it with everything he has!
Across the ring, a rather dazed looking Hunter is up on his feet as he nails Sicko in the side of the head with a flying knee. Sicko unlocks the hold, this allows Stormm to roll over onto his back, holding onto his arm, pinning his shoulders.
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout!
Ace Anderson: Come on, ref, Hunter is still standing there!
Sicko pushes Stormm away quickly, and he rolls onto his his side, looking rather stunned as he tries pushing his way up. Stormm then quickly grabs the Demon Clown in a side headlock, trying to stem the onslaught, but Sicko backs into the ropes … Dominator blind tags in … and shoves Stormm away into the ropes. He rebounds back and lands a shoulder tackle plowing into Sicko and sending the big man between the top and middle rope. But just as Stormm turns around Dominator grips his throat, and PLANTS him with a one armed chokeslam! Stormm convulses on the mat, arching and holding his back in pain, as a defiant Dominator hooks the leg.
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: Dominator almost won it for his team!
The PCW Arena applauds the courage of the Force of Nature, as he and David Hunter keep on fighting despite all of the punishment they have sustained. Dominator, fuming, drags Stormm back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner, before pulling back and nailing him with a stiff European uppercut, the very definition of smashmouth wrestling. He then wraps his hands around the throat of Stormm, trying to wring his neck, but the referee quickly pulls him off and backs him across the ring with stern words, thus turning his back on the action … David angrily steps into the ring, but the referee quickly blocks him. Behind his back, Dominator is choking Stormm against the ropes, and his face is turning red!
Jerry Andrews: Ref... ref, turn around!!
Ace Anderson: You ever think, maybe Kyle Shane does have a point about the ineptitude of our officials?
The fans boo wildly at the illegal tactics of the Zenith, but the referee never sees a thing. Smirking, Dominator pulls Stormm out of the corner, folds his arm up, lifts him up high, and slams him down with an Alabama slamma. Stormm's upper body pops back up on impact, and Stormm moans, before sinking back down, and Dominator immediately quickly sticks his forearm in the face for a cover.
Jerry Andrews: And the Day Break connects. How much more can Stormm take?
The referee: One...
Two...
Thre- Kickout.
The crowd roars as Stormm still finds a way to stay in this match, despite the fact that he's staring straight up at the lights insensate. Dominator has an open mouthed look of shock, and then he turns his head to curse and yell at the crowd to shut their mouths. The crowd boos more, as Dominator shouts for Sicko to enter the ring. Now both giants enter the ring, and they both grip by the throat, going for a devastating double team, a double chokeslam. However, the two behemoths turn Stormm around to see Hunter springboarding off the ropes with a flying cross body block that takes down all three men in the formation!With the crowd behind him, Hunter gets to his feet; with Dominator rolling out of the ring it leaves only Sicko. Hunter frames Sicko with his hands, and when the big clown turning around Hunter hits him with a leaping single armed stunner of such force that Sicko pops back up to his feet, stumbling around in a circle, and then falling to the outside between the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: Thrill of the Hunt!
Ace Anderson: That has to feel good, some payback for costing Hunter the contendership in the triple threat.
You would think so, but Hunter is not satisfied with just hitting one move on Sicko. He grits his teeth, seeing Sicko fall to the outside, and he goes to the ropes and stalks out after Sicko. Meanwhile, Stormm is starting to push himself up on all fours. He looks around, and sees Dominator over by the ropes, retrieving his North American title belt from under the bottom rope. Dominator grips it in his hands, tucking it under the crook of his arm. Stormm reaches over the top rope, grabbing Dominator by the back of his hair and clinging on. Stormm yells at him to get back here, pulling Dominator by the hair. Dominator tries to swing the North American title belt up at him, but Stormm intercepts it, grabbing the wrist and plucking the title belt up. Stormm stands in the ring, holding the North American title belt, and he threatens Dominator with it. The referee then comes in, snatching the North American title, and he starts admonishing Stormm! Stormm has a look, first of confusion, then of extreme annoyance, and he gets in a back and forth argument. Of course HE wasn't trying to use the North American title as a weapon, he was taking it from Dominator. From Dominator! The referee motions that he saw Stormm holding it with his own eyes. The two men go back and forth.
Jerry Andrews: This match is going off the rails, as now Stormm is having to try and prove to the ref that he was just defending himself from Dominator's chicanery.
On the outside, Hunter stalking Sicko, half an aisle away from him. Sicko is on all fours. While the incident with Stormm taking the North American title away from Dominator was happening, Hunter motioned for Sicko to get up. He ran the length of the aisle, looking to boot Sicko in the face as Sicko was pushing himself up to one knee. Hunter charged at the stunned clown. Suddenly, Sicko roared to life and got to his feet, dropping Hunter in the aisle with a short bicycle kick, the effort of which left him spent even as it dropped Hunter to his back in the aisle. As Stormm was arguing with the referee over the belt in the ring, Sicko began gingerly, as if his joints were filled with broken glass, picked his way to his feet. Suddenly, a quickly moving figure hopped the guardrail. The camera caught the movement first as it got behind Sicko, and the figure, wearing skinny jeans, a black Coheed t-shirt and Chucks had a steel chair in it's hands and was already waffling Sicko with a short jab right into the face with the hard edge of the chair. Sicko collapsed against the apron, holding his hand as a cut was opened up by the hard edge of the chair. And the camera focused on the figure, who had frozen, smiling, to take in his handiwork. It was Kyle Shane!!
Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute - KYLE SHANE INTERJECTED!!
Ace Anderson: And Kyle Shane just blasted Sicko right in the head with a jab from that chair!
Jerry Andrews: But Sicko assisted Kyle Shane last week by laying out Hunter for him, why is he attacking Sicko now?!
With Hunter down, and Sicko blinking and shaking the cobwebs out from the sudden chair jab, Kyle Shane smirks, and he hops over the guardrail, retreating into the crowd, a smug look on his face. The referee caught none of this as he was too busy both disregarding everything Stormm was trying to tell him about him NOT using the North American title as a weapon and discarding the belt from the ring. As Stormm is holding his arms out, yelling at the ref and pleading his case, Dominator gets in the ring behind him. Dominator whips Stormm around, lifts him up, and plants him the hard way with a thunderous End of Days.
Jerry Andrews: And with Stormm too busy arguing with the referee, Dominator makes his move, and destroys Stormm with an Anachronism.
Ace Anderson: Dom has made a habit out of hitting that when you least expect it... and that is the end.
Jerry Andrews: Hunter is out on the floor, he can't get to Stormm in time!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Ding Ding Ding
Sasha Greene: Here are your winners... SICKO... AND DOMINATOR!!
"Wave of Darkness" by Garik Wheeler hits on the PA, and Dominator gets to his feet, holding his arms up and letting out a roar. Sicko looks up at him, squinting his eyes, and his erstwhile partner arrogantly holds his hands up and poses in the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Well, amid all of the chaos at the end, Dominator's team stands tall.
Ace Anderson: Very true, but Kyle Shane made his presence felt tonight, laying out Sicko at ringside. And, very likely, sending a message to Dominator that he's watching.
Sicko shouts at Dominator from ringside, as David Hunter is over by the apron, trying to talk to the referee. Dominator collects his North American title and exits the ring.
Suddenly, a fantastic fireworks show begins near the parking lot.
But we're not done with the show yet! The scene suddenly switches backstage to show David Hunter, who is icing his head after the chaotic finish to the tag team match, backstage. Sitting on the EMT table while the actual medical official attends to other business, he is taking off the tape on his wrist.
He is a man who never looks quite happy, and indeed, he looks like he has a lot on his mind. Suddenly, though, he has a feeling that someone is watching him, and he squints as he turns to look over his shoulder, before biting a bitter look down. He smirks a little as he addresses the person off camera, stopping his present goal to divert the entirety of his attention to his unwelcome visitor.
David Hunter: So, are you here to give me one of those "attaboys" you were talking about regarding the triple threat? Gonna tell me it was so close, and it could have gone either way, and give me some disingenuous bullshit pep talk about how competitive we both are?
The camera pulls back, to show Kyle Shane. He's standing there in the same attire he was just out there to run interference in, band shirt, Chucks and all. Kyle smiles and scoffs a little.
Kyle Shane: No, David... I respect you too much to lie to you. I'm not going to humble brag about how I won the triple threat because I faced the best. If it wasn't cold comfort, I would tell you that I wished, it was you OR me that was only in that position, and there was no need to bring Justin Michaels into it, or anything resembling a title shot, again ever. And that, if it wasn't me that deserved the North American title shot, it damn sure deserved to be you. Because I see how hard you're working to break out. And I know the frustration that's killing you. See, that's why I came to talk to you, David.
Kyle comes around in front of him, regarding him earnestly. David just stares at the man, not quite fully believing what he's hearing. The remnants of a man who's heard something similar before and been disappointed.
Kyle Shane: See, you've been screwed just the way I have been. The God damn referees and officials in this place don't know which way a dog would look to sniff their own ass. That's what I'm on a vendetta against, and they showed it AGAIN, tonight in your tag match. You're frustrated, because the PCW machine is broken. It was broken before, when a technicality cost you your Underground title. Remember?
He nudges Hunter. Hunter has a look on his face, as if to say he doesn't want Kyle reminding him of this.
Kyle Shane: Remember how both yours AND Sicko's shoulders were down in that Underground title match, and they counted it and caused a controversy? Remember how Sicko then got jealous and targeted you, attacked you and laid you out in the triple threat? I may have hit Sicko tonight, but just beaning Sicko in the head is nothing, when what I want to do is strike a blow against the referees who aren't paying attention, doing their job, or waffling and not wanting to make a decision. That's what I want.
He holds a solicitous hand out.
Kyle Shane: And I want you to trust me. Because we are on the same side in this.
David looks down at Kyle's hand. He removes the bag of ice from his head, setting it aside momentarily. David switches his eyes between Kyle's own and the hand out in front of him. After having enough time to gauge the situation, David locks eyes with Kyle once again. A smirk crosses his face.
David Hunter: The big bad...Kyle Shane. The best in the world. Best in PCW at least. Don't think I don't realize where you've put yourself. You don't walk up to every joe-schmoe in the back, every young lion lookin to make a name for themselves, and offer your hand like it's lookin for money.
Kyle lets some breath release from his mouth. David raises both his palms up in surrender.
David Hunter: Hey, relax. I appreciate it...and I want you to realize that I'm aware how much this means to you...and how much...this...
David uses his left hand to motion towards the one being offered to him.
David Hunter:...is not your norm. And you're right. You're god--damn--right. From the President to the GM to the referees, this whole damn place is a goddamn mess.
David continues to talk while resuming removing the tape from his right hand.
David Hunter: Thanks for the assist out there with Sicko. And for...at the very least, pretending to stand by me. While I can appreciate the offer of support, I'm also a bit wary. You see...two arrogant motherfuckers who think they run the world...allying themselves with one another. It's ballsy. If it works it'll work wonders. If it doesn't than it'll do more harm than good. I've been burned before by offers like these, so I know how badly it can get. Furthermore I'm also presently allied with Mr. Ross, even if his own personal issues have kept him away. Now that's not my place to tell, nor is it my place to spurn him away.
David finishes taking the tape off his wrist. He wraps it in a ball and tosses it to the floor.
David Hunter: But...for all the years I've seen you work. For all the years my family has known you. And...let me just say...off the record...Nio had a lot of good things to say too.
This caught Kyle's attention, who could only narrow his eyes at the young kid in front of him.
David Hunter: Yeah I've been scouting you too. For all our similarities and recent fuck-ups, I figured it'd be a good idea to follow through and see what a couple of my other former wrestling allies had to say. All good, no real bad beyond the frustration of losing to you. Which...might suck, but at least they're aware when it's you...nine times out of ten...it's fair. So...fuck it...I'm almost 24...I've already burnt almost every other bridge in my life...why not build one more? Mr. Shane...let's see where this goes.
David throws out his right hand, catching it with Kyle's. The two share a handshake for a few seconds, which is long enough for the crowd in the arena to give off a fairly loud mixed reaction.
Kyle lets it go, patting his hand left hand on David's shoulder with a smirk before taking his leave back through the EMT's door. David gets comfortable once again, putting the ice back on his head. The camera fades away with the copyright logo in the bottom right taking us home.
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