Trauma 256: "The 2019 Summer Icey Awards" Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 256: The Icey Awards

Thursday August 1st, 2019

The scene opens inside the PCW Arena, where the fans are once again on their feet, ready for another exciting show.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome to Trauma everyone, I'm Jerry Andrews as always and tonight we recognize PCW excellence!

Ace Anderson: That's right, Jerry. I'm Ace Anderson and welcome to the 2019 Summer Icey Award!

Jerry Andrews: We are live here tonight at the PCW where we will see an incredible PCW Underground Championship match later tonight, but tonight's show is also airing from the nearby Peace Center, where the best PCW wrestlers and moments of the last six months will be recognized. Let's go there right now and present our first award!

The scene switches to the Peace Center, where a much more respectful and polite audience has gathered, wearing their best suits and dresses. Michael Malone walks out to the stage to present the first award.

MOST LOVED

Michael Malone: Ladies and gentlemen, the first award tonight is presented to the PCW wrestler who receives the most adoration from you, the PCW Faithful. And the winner is...

.... Gerard Angelo!

A short instrumental version of “Amazing” plays over the P.A. system as Gerard walks out on stage dressed in a tuxedo as is custom for awards shows. Gerry reaches the podium and accepts the Icey award. He stares at it for a long while before speaking.

Gerard Angelo: “Honestly… I didn’t expect to win any awards tonight. Especially of who I was up against in each category. But to win ‘Most Loved’, well that's a great honor in and of itself. I’ve been through a lot of ups and A LOT of downs over my time here in PCW, and this means the world to me.”

He stares at the Icey again.

“And honestly, there is only one group of people I need to thank tonight. The Pure Class Wrestling Faithful.”

Gerry gets a loud pop from the fans in attendance.

“With out all of you, none of these is remotely possible. I’m fighting for all of you each and every time I get into the squared circle. And I promise, I will keep fighting until my final breath. Thank you.”

“Amazing" plays again as ‘The Hollywood Hero’ leaves the stage to another round of applause.

As the scene shifts back to Ace and Jerry at the arena, we are treated to the sounds of the Icey Award winner for "Best Entrance Music": "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, you're listening to "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal, the theme of David Hunter and the Icey Award winner for Best Entrance Music! Congratulations, David!

Ace Anderson: I love this song!

Jerry Andrews: And we've got another award to announce right now, the award for Best Debut or Return, and for that we need to go back to Trauma 244! Take a look:

BEST DEBUT OR RETURN

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma  Thursday January 17th, 2019 Suddenly, the lights go out. They stay out for a good, long, pregnant beat, and then the next source of light is a reddish glare from the entrance ramp, and the squeaking of bent axles and springs of an old, dilapidated vehicle rolling slowly on it's worn tires. The lights go off again, almost in a strobe on-then-off effect, and when the red light fills the stage, a bent, twisted, and evil looking vessel sits upon the dark red stage, sinister wisps of smoke curling from within it's back. The dry ice-smoke curling out from the battered vehicle in the red light gives it the appearance of a demonic harbinger. And then, the vehicle's headlights cut on. And the lights of the arena come fully on, and the crowd sees that it's a familiar ice cream truck... the box truck with the peeled paint and battered sides that belongs to Sicko! Jerry Andrews: Could it be?! Ace Anderson: We haven't seen Sicko since the Deadly Rumble?! What is his truck doing here?!! David Hunter looks on in confusion at the ice cream truck, but then he turns his head, sensing an ominous presence in the ring and is dropped by a face shattering bicycle kick from a giant boot clad in a mock clown shoe. Jerry Andrews: He is here! Sicko is here!! The giant, massive girth of the Demon Clown Sicko stands triumphant, holding his arms up and letting out a guttural roar, and then Sicko peels David Hunter up off the mat, gripping them around the throat, while he gasps and chokes, and Sicko leads him around, turning him in a circle while he's on spaghetti limbs, and Sicko lifts him up effortlessly and crushes him with a monstrous chokeslam. It is at this point that Sicko turns and sees Crazy Boy, still recovering from the match, and Sicko rushes over, clubbing Crazy Boy and furiously booting him. Ace Anderson: Sicko is tearing into the men laid around the ring, making a clear statement. Sicko lifts Crazy Boy up, holding him in the air and performing an effortless vertical hold, before twirling and driving him to the mat with a spinning Jackhammer. Sicko rises to his knees, and he looks across the ring, seeing Razor Blade. Sicko's face contorts in a frenzied sneer of disdain, and he exits the ring, lifting Razor Blade up, walking him by the back of his hair, and flinging him the length of the aisle. Razor Blade is sent with such force that he goes into the guardrail upside down and comes down on the crown of his head. Sicko raises his arms and yells again. Then, Sicko starts stalking towards the timekeepers area. Several referees have come down, trying to desperately beg Sicko to leave the ring. Jerry Andrews: These men have tried to talk some sense into Sicko, but I don't think he's in any mood. Sicko has selected a steel chair, and he forcefully shoves a referee out of the way. The bulky clown carries the steel chair back over to where he left Razor Blade, by the guardrail, and Razor Blade is laid out helpless. Sicko raises the chair with both hands and brings it crashing down across the midsection of Razor Blade, with enough force that Razor Blade immediately begins yelling and twisting around in pain. Sicko looks to the ring. He sees Muscles Malone and David Hunter both at different points of the ring. Sicko gets in the ring, and he waffles Muscles with a steel chair shot while Muscles is still on all fours. David Hunter, kneeling and trying to rise, doesn't even get out of a seated position and he also gets a chairshot. Then, Sicko throws the chair down, and he bends down, and scoops up a certain prize... the Underground championship. Ace Anderson: I think we've finally seen the point of this rampage. Jerry Andrews: Sicko is eyeing that Underground title hungrily. I can't ever presume to know what this evil clown wants... Ace Anderson: Other than hurting as many people as violently as he can, Sicko has never clearly stated his intentions for... anything. Sicko holds the Underground title up, snarling and flexing his muscles against his greasy, sweaty stained wifebeater and yelling. Jerry Andrews: But this, right here, this was a statement.

Ace Anderson: I'm still terrified.

Jerry Andrews: Congratulations to Sicko on that award. Now, you saw him return with a focus on the Underground Title, and that is a title he now holds and will defend later tonight in a triple threat match against the debuting Lusus and Razor Blade, a man who picked up perhaps the biggest victory of his career a couple of weeks ago when he defeated Rick Majors.

Ace Anderson: What a victory that was!

Jerry Andrews: To be fair, Seromine had something to do with it.

Ace Anderson: Don't be a hater, Jerry. We'll be right back.

Back at the Peace Center, Kassandra Black is on the stage.

MOST INSPIRATIONAL

Kassandra Black: The next award goes to the PCW competitor who most stimulates the PCW Faithful to do or feel something. And the winner is....

.... Rick Majors!

Rick may have been announced as the winner and is receiving the adulation for it, but he must have stage fright because he's nowhere to be found. That should save some of your hearing, right? Nobody has to hear Linkin Park. Thankfully nobody has to hear Rick Majors try and figure out what inspirational means.

...all is not lost, though! A much better song in "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees has begun to play. Everything gets washed in notes of blue, purple, and pink. Seromine appears with his right hand being held by Lucy. He appears all too excited to reach the podium, this while she corrals him from stumbling in an effort to get there.

She releases his hand and clasps hers against her waist. She gives those in attendance the quickest of looks and a warm smile. But her lone focus is placed on her son, who in turn can't keep his own eyes off of her. That is until he has to speak to the masses.

"How can anyone call this category inspirational, mommy? They supplied a list of names, but none of them were yours. Shame on them!"

Seromine runs his right index finger over the top of his left. Lucy takes everything in stride with an exaggerated shrug and a "I don't knooow!"

"My mommy is the most inspirational person in the whooole wide world! She..." Seromine bows his head. His smile widens after he regains his composure. "She gave birth to me. She nurtured and raised me. She was the first person to love me and I love her to bits and bits!"

Lucy 'awws' and blows a kiss at him. "I love YOU to bits and bits, sweetheart!"

"It gives me great, great, great, great, great pleasure---" his arms are stretched as far as they'll go. If he could make them longer, he would. But you understand what he's symbolizing. "The winner for MOST INSPIRATIONAL is the only person truly deserving of it. My mommy, Lucy!"

Seromine frantically claps for her and then welcomes a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. She gets one right after. She's "beside herself" with emotion as she steps up to the microphone. The reaction is only positive in their heads, because reality says otherwise. Suddenly, Seromine takes her by the hands. She knows where this going and leads the swinging of their arms just as he launches into a song chock full of saccharine. She mouths along with him.

My mommy was given a first name, it's L-U-C-Y.
My mommy gave me my first name and it's J-A-S-O-N.
We're as happy as ducks in a pond and don't care what the world has to say!
Because we have each other and that's all we need, so the rest of you can just go away!

"Oh, my goodness!" Lucy squeals overenthusiastically. "Isn't he lovely, everyone?? My son is the most inspirational child there is and ever has been. Why yes. Yes, he sure is! But you all know that, don't you? Receiving this award is a kind gesture, but the real honor is being his parent! I could tell you stories that..." She sighs with happiness. "Would warm all of your hearts the way it does mine. Needless to say, he always keeps me warm!"

Seromine hugs her from behind. He lays his head down on one of her shoulders. Lucy's hands rest along his forearms. Her own head finds the top of his.

"I know my name wasn't announced, but mistakes in the back happen from time to time. It's how we learn from those that help us grow! After all, without sunshine, flowers wouldn't bloom, would they? --- No. no. I'm afraid that simply would not happen--- thankfully my special little boy---"

Lucy's eyes widen as she catches a glimpse of Rick Majors! Rick Majors limps onto the stage looking like a man who has been attacked. Seromine unwraps himself and launches into a tantrum. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! You aren't allowed to be here!"

Majors is undeterred by everything. He's going to get his hands on Seromine and make him pay. "Mommy! Tell him to go away!" Seromine charges after his nemesis. Rick cuts him off with a well placed kick to the nuts! Seromine is paralyzed and left wide open for Majors to drop with The Major Impact! A few extra shots after the fact are also positively regarded!

Lucy is PISSED. The only thing stopping her from going after him is a wall of officials trying to restore some order. They can thank their lucky stars she isn't clawing their eyes out. She cradles Seromine's head against her bosom while shooting daggers at Rick Majors. "How dare you?!" She now returns to sympathy. "Oh, my child, mommy is here! Mommy will make everything better!"

Majors picks up the award off the podium, nods to the crowd, looks down in disgust at the fallen Seromine, and walks off the stage.

The scene opens just as Grimm, the Hangtown Horror, delivers a most vicious headbutt to his hapless opponent. The poor soul’s face explodes in a shower of blood and other nasty bits, and he understandably drops into a heap. Grimm wipes viscera out of his own eyes and flings it at the mat. He starts to move towards the motionless figure but acts like he catches something out of the corner of his eye and stops. Looking at the camera, he gives his best approximation of a nonthreatening smile and turns.

“Oh, hello there. If you’re like me, you often find yourself having to clean blood and gristle out of your magnificent beard. Not only can such caked unpleasantness be generally unappealing to the masses, it can be bad for the beard itself. And if you’re like me, you don’t want to use harsh chemicals to do the job.”

A tin flies in from off-camera and Grimm reaches up to catch it.

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The man on the mat moans and Grimm kicks him in the ribs, without looking away from the camera.

“That’s Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. So you can get back to annihilating your enemies without worrying how it will affect the sheen of your luxurious beard. Look for it at finer establishments everywhere.”

Grimm tosses the tin over his shoulder and turns his attention back to the broken form at his feet. The commercial fades to the sounds of an outrageously gratuitous beating.

Coming out of the commercial break, a video package begins to air.

BEST MATCH

Living a Legacy XI   Sunday June 9th, 2019 Icemann Invitational Tournament Semifinal  Stormm vs Kyle Shane Referee: Nigel Gale "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME" once again echo's throughout the building as Stormm is shown slowly working his way back to his feet. The crowd roars as Stormm reaches a vertical base. Stormm looks down at Kyle, before running his thumb across his throat. Stormm staggers towards Kyle where he picks him up off the mat. Stormm scoops Shane up, Stormm sets Shane up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of Shane's head, and Shane's left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Shane's left leg, lifting it up close to Shane's own torso, and then lifts Shane up into the cradle suplex position. However before Stormm can spin Shane off and plant him into the mat, Shane drops down behind Stormm, kicks him in the back of the leg. Stormm drops to one knee, grimacing, and Shane comes from behind at high velocity, unloading a vicious elbow strike to the base of Stormm's skull. Jerry Andrews: SHANE JUST TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS WITH THE HIDDEN BLADE! Ace Anderson: That's what triumphed over Stormm the last time both men met in the triple threat! Shane is too spent to move, but he at least is using his forearms to keep himself from totally collapsing. Still, seconds tick by as he tries to shake the cobwebs out, blinking. Finally, Shane crawls over, muscling Stormm over into a cover. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE - KICKOUT! Jerry Andrews: MY GOD WHAT A BATTLE WE'RE SEEING TONIGHT IN THE PURE CLASS WRESTLING ARENA! THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING!! Ace Anderson: Both of these men have traded some of their strongest shots, and now both are down and spent... the first one to get to his feet may just have the advantage! Jerry Andrews: The first one to his feet may be that much closer to becoming the winner of the 2019 Icemann Invitational! Both men are down on the mat again, having to take a few more moments to gather their wits. Shane is laid out, holding his face in disbelief, fatigue seeping from his veins, and Stormm is trying to hold his head as if he is barely coming to. The referee checks on both men, but rather than start another countout, he waits it out, and a few moments later they both start turning on to their sides, gingerly picking their way up to their feet. At length, both men transition from all fours, to one knee, to finally starting to get to their feet. Both men are standing! But not for long. They each take a wobbly step or two and then collapse again. Jerry Andrews: This match has taken absolutely everything out of these two men! Ace Anderson: Maybe neither of them will make it to the final round! The referee doesn't want to count both men out. He gives them quite some time before starting a count. The referee: One.... Two.... Three..... Four..... Five..... Six..... Seven...... Eight...... The referee pauses. Neither man has moved. Nine.... Another pause. He's giving both men more than the benefit of the doubt to get to their feet. Ten. The bell rings. The crowd boos. Jerry Andrews: Well.... this is disappointing. Ace Anderson: I guess the referee had no choice... but what do we do now. PCW officials come out and members of the medical team slowly help Stormm and Shane get to their feet. The crowd is booing loudly. Several referees are speaking to one another at ringside. Finally, Nigel Gale walks over to Sasha Greene, speaks with her for a moment, and then heads back to the ring. Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, neither competitor in this match was able to answer the referee's ten count. However.... The crowd cheers. Sasha Greene: Referee Nigel Gale has used his discretion to request that the match continue! Ace Anderson: YESSSS!!! Both Stormm and Shane seem happy about this decision. The medical staff leave the ring and Nigel Gale motions for the match to continue. Suddenly Kyle Shane leaps forward.... Jerry Andrews: DEAD EYE! He quickly goes for the cover! The referee: One..... Two...... Three!!! Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has done it!! The referee has not called for the bell. Shane gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory. There's still no bell. Ace Anderson: Wait a second... Nigel Gale is pointing at Stormm's hand and the ring rope! I don't think this one is over! Jerry Andrews: What? Let's take a second look. The replay airs and the referee is seen slapping his hand on the mat for the third time.... but as he does Stormm manages to reach his hand under the bottom rope! Jerry Andrews: Did Stormm get his hand under the rope in time? The replay airs again. Ace Anderson: Oooohhhh..... I think maybe he juuuuust did! Jerry Andrews: I'm not so sure. Let's see that again. There's confusion inside the arena has the replay airs again. Kyle Shane is arguing with the referee. Ace Anderson: Well, Jerry, the referee's decision inside the ring is final and it looks like he's decided that the match will continue. As Nigel Gale explains the situation to an irate and exhausted Kyle Shane, Stormm rolls him up from behind. The referee: One..... Two....... Three! Jerry Andrews: Did he get him!? Kyle Shane kicks out, seemingly, just as the referee hits the mat for three! The official calls for the bell! Ace Anderson: It looks like Stormm got it! Jerry Andrews: Wow! Stormm rises to his feet as the official raises his arm in the air. The replay is shown to the viewers at home.... and it's tough to tell from the angles available. The referee did count to three and Kyle Shane did kick out... but which happened first? Jerry Andrews: That's a tough one, Ace! I think Stormm had him there, but I can see why there's controversy!  Ace Anderson: I agree... it's nearly impossible to say if Shane kicked out a fraction of a second after the three count or before, even with the benefit of slow motion replay! Jerry Andrews: Well, as you said Ace, the referee's decision in the ring is final and that decision is that Stormm has advanced to the final! Ace Anderson: What a match. These two left it all in the ring. They did absolutely everything possible to defeat one another. I don't think I've ever seen a closer match. Jerry Andrews: It was certainly something to behold, and we're just getting started, folks! Both competitors leave the ring and officials get things reset for the next match as replays of the epic match we just witnessed play for the crowd and the audience at home.

The crowd the Peace Center gives the match a standing ovation, as does the audience watching live on big screen at the PCW Arena. As the ovation finally dies down, another video package airs:

BREAKOUT STAR

"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: That's right ladies and gentlemen, David Hunter, a three-time PCW Underground King, is our 2019 Summer Icey Award winner for best breakout star! Congratulations to him!

Ace Anderson: We'll be right back with more awards and the Underground Title match! Stay tuned!

The show returns to the Peace Center where Shane Dodge is on the stage to present the next award.

MOST HATED

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next award is one that I would never want to win, but that some people seem to take pleasure out of receiving. And the award for Most Hated is....

... DAVID HUNTER!


The name is announced, and without fail, "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal begins to play on the PA system. David steps out from the back, earning a fairly negative reaction from the crowd. He's got a pair of blue jeans, black and white converse, and a shirt that has a brown bear on top of a polar bear on top of a panda.

He looks around at the crowd, spreading his arms, the smirk very much evident on his face.

As the drop comes, he punches the air with his right fist, turning around and having his back face the crowd. This gets even more boos.

Jerry Andrews: If anybody on this roster pisses off more people, I'd like to meet them.

Ace Anderson: Best part is he barely even tires. His existence is enough to warrant the response.

David points over towards the podium, the smile growing. He uses an imaginary fishing line to hook the award. Having caught his prize, he reels it in, approaching it with a swing of the hips and a wiggle of the thighs.

Once he has reached the podium, David looks at his award. He pushes Shane Dodge out of the way, earning more jeers from the crowd. David waves Dodge away, letting him know that this is his time.

Jerry Andrews: Just no respect from this guy...

Ace Anderson: Oh no he has respect. It's earning it that's the issue.

David taps on the microphone a bit, signalling his music to fade away. He clears his throat, holding the Icey Award close like he just won an Oscar.

David Hunter: I would like to thank my dad for giving me an example of how not to be a wrestler...

The more he speaks, the more boos just seem to rain down.

David Hunter: I would like to thank Sicko...for being such an easy target...I'd like to Rick Majors for putting me on this damn show...I'd like to Loki for hiring me only 10 months ago...I'd like to thank Razor Blade...no reason, just...God that guy's got muscles...

Despite a few laughs shining through, the chorus of boos just continues.

David Hunter: I'd like to thank Kyle Shane, who is an inspiration on how to piss off people...I'd like to thank me...for being so wonderful in this business that I can stand here and tell you the truth and you will continue to boo me...and finally...I'd like to thank all of you fans...not just the fans in the back, not just in the fans in the arena, but the fans watching at home. I'd like to thank all of you...every single one of you...it is...because of you...that I continue to get up in the morning...that I continue to wrestle...that you continue to see me here every single Trauma, kickin ass, rippin apart idiots, and lettin everybody know...that I don't give a damn if I'm most hated, best newcomer, most improved, or best wrestler.

David looks at his Icey Award for a few seconds...before leaning back. Like Aaron Rodgers on his 5 yard line, he leans back and sends the award flying off the stage. He uses his hand to shield his eyes from the light, seeing it soar like an eagle. The camera catches the tail end of it as it crashes against some equipment, sending a few bodies out of the way. With another smirk, David returns to the microphone.

David Hunter: I can come up with all the royal idioms that I want. I can go out and spend hard-earned money creating a fake championship with a partner that will leave me to dry. But I'd rather stand here, and get my own championship. I don't care if it's from Dominator. I don't care if it's from Grimm. Hell, I don't even really care if I have to go back to Underground division...and proof once more...why I'm its god damn King! I'll go right up to Loki's office, screw another girl, and then demand his job! Why? Because quite frankly I am tired of saying words and failing to back it up because either a referee decides the match, my tag team partner lets me down...or some form of authority figure decides that...hey, David shouldn't be in the main event.

Even despite his speech, the crowd continues to boo him.

David Hunter: So I'm Most Hated? Great. Because I've said it since day one, bitches.

Some music begins to play, trying to signal him to leave. Shane Dodge walks to try and get him away.

David Hunter: I'm not done talking yet. You can wait your turn. This camera will be on my face all night if it has to.

The jeers just...by God they are just never ending.

David Hunter: I'm Most Hated? Great. Because I've said it since day one, bitches. If I’m cheered or booed by all of you, that’s your prerogative...but I don’t care who you are. If you’re the big dog in the yard like Grimm or the simplest hot piece of ass like Kassandra. If you’re in this ring with me, I just want you to know that I will do whatever it takes with one goal in mind: victory. Well it's just not bold claims anymore, motherfuckers! I’m 24 years old, I’ve learned by following in footsteps, and quite frankly, my goal isn’t to win favors. My goal is to win matches. My goal is to have my hand raised at the end of the night. Tough luck, there won't be anymore disgusting losses. I’m the estranged son of a dumb-ass with the heart of a motherfucker, and I want anybody listening...or watching to know...that it will take more than a weapon filled mayhem, more than a three-sentence paragraph deciding my words aren't worth your time, and certainly more than outside forces causing me to walk away a loser.

The music gets louder, the boos get louder, Dodge gets more forceful. Despite this, David continues to talk, even with the mic being strewn about and tussled with.

David Hunter: I don't need awards to prove I deserve championships. This whole building knows it. Everybody will find out soon enough, that whether it's the Thrill of the Hunt, the King's Throne, or the Deadshot...you never...fuck...with a Hunter.

David lets the mic go, shoved away slightly by Dodge. He uses the momentum to look towards the crowd, giving them all a set of double middle fingers, which totally doesn't help quiet them down.

Ace Anderson: I doubt David Hunter really expected to win a award here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Expected or not, it's most decisively earned. David Hunter is the Summer of 2019 Icey Award winner for Most Hated Wrestler.

Ace Anderson: And that's not the only trophy Hunter has picked up here tonight, you've already seen him win Breakout Star and Best Entrance Theme, and now we've got another to add to his collection. Though he'll need to share this one:

MOST HEATED RIVALRY

As Sicko is walking around to the back of his ice cream truck he shifts Darren's unconscious body around, trying to open the back door to the storage space. Suddenly, the door to the ice cream truck opens by itself, and Kyle Shane comes out of the back, holding a fire extinguisher, which he uses to spray a cloud of chemicals into Sicko's eyes! Sicko is enveloped in the cloud for a moment, and he drops Darren Hughes, forgetting him as Kyle Shane lets blast with another shot from the fire extinguisher, and Sicko, coughing and choking, turns away, scrubbing at his eyes. Kyle Shane comes after him, motioning to the crowd, and the camera pans over to see someone else hurrying in from the crowd. David Hunter is now coming at Sicko from the other side, and Kyle Shane cracks Sicko over the back of the head with the cannister. Sicko stumbles, but doesn't fall, and David Hunter meets Sicko in front of the ice cream truck. David Hunter then pops open the metal hood over the engine, and lays Sickos' arm across the open hood, and then Kyle Shane and David Hunter both grab a side of the hood and SLAM it down on Sicko's arm. Sicko lets out a bestial howl of pain as he falls down, gripping at his arm. Jerry Andrews: What the hell - what is this?! Ace Anderson: These two working together- they've managed to wound the monster!! Kyle Shane and David Hunter are both booting Sicko while he's down and holding his arm against his side. The two of them work to lift the big man up, and together they walk him to the ring, where they throw him into the steel steps, which part with a loud crash. Sicko is still trying to pick himself up, and he pulls himself up against the section of steel steps. Suddenly, David Hunter goes running in and he leaves his feet, performing a jumping bicycle kick to the side of the head, kicking Sicko's head into the steel steps section. Jerry Andrews: And an Ode to Frank kicks Sicko's head right into that steel. Ace Anderson: You know, Sicko did some pretty bad damage to his opponent tonight, but the two of them are giving him a lot more to think about. Kyle Shane motions to David Hunter, and Shane has picked up a steel chair. Kyle Shane takes the chair, and he pushes it into the side of Sicko's neck uncomfortably. Sicko gasps and claws at the chair with one hand. Kyle Shane looks down at Sicko with disdain, then he looks over at David Hunter, who is coming over with a mic. David Hunter: You can't stay away, huh? You just can't let it go! Here I was, ready to move on. I was in the Icemann tournament, made it to the semi-finals. I lost. Fine, fair enough, I can deal with that. But just as I was ready to go forward with my career, I guess you decided that...this...wasn't done yet. David shakes his head, getting down on the floor so that he's right next to Sicko's face, contorting in pain from Kyle's foot and the chair against his throat. David resides just out of reach of Sicko and his giant paws. David Hunter: So you attacked me once again. Why Sicko? Because you wanted finality? I can respect that. But no...you did it...because I'm the only wrestler who gave you a reason to keep fighting. Darren Hughes? That joke? You murdered him tonight, but that wasn't satisfying for you. You kidnapped the majority of the Underground division, but there was no joy in it. You kidnapped, attacked, and damn near destroyed Razor Blade, and why? Because I show empathy for him? Because I think he's attractive? But that's all. There was no happiness when you injured him. The only form of joy...and sincerity...and purpose you found for being back here in PCW...was when you were facing me. David takes a few moments to breathe in and out, letting his words sink in. David Hunter: So fuck it. David sets the mic down on the mats. He stands up, flinging the skirt of the apron up. He reaches under the ring, pulling out his barbed wire baseball bat. This earns him a mixed reaction from the crowd. He resumes his spot next to Sicko, the bat edging closer to the big man's face almost as a shield from his own clawing hands. Kyle can't help but shed a smirk given the situation. David reclaims the mic. David Hunter: You want one more match. I can give you...one more...ffffinal...match. But since we've already gone up and down in a standard Underground affair a couple times, than I think we need to raise the stakes. David points towards the Underground Championship with the bat, lying in a heap on the floor. David Hunter: I don't know if the PCW Management are watching...or listening...but we're done doing whatever Sicko wants...and done conceding to whatever Sicko desires. The next...major event...from PCW...is Return to Glory X. This gets a positive reaction from the crowd. David Hunter: Yeah, that's right. I'll let you sit for a couple of weeks. Let you stew in your wounds like a wolf...who just lost its pride. You can do whatever you want on the Icey's. As far as I'm concerned, you'll have hell to pay come Return to Glory. Because you will be putting...my...crown...on the line. Against me. One on one. Master of Death Match! Despite not knowing what that is, the crowd can only cheer at its name. David Hunter: You and I locked in a cell, surrounding ringside and chained so nobody can get in...and nobody can get out. If the ref is knocked out, than he will have to suffer until the match is over. Weapons of all kinds surround the ring and litter the cell walls and ceiling. The two of us will fight until there is only one winner. And by God...by...God...because he's the only one who can save you now...I hope you're ready for one more battle in this war...because Sicko...one of us will have to die...to end it. David throws the mic away. He reaches his feet, lifting the bat up over his head. He brings it down, while at the last moment, Kyle moves his foot. The barbed wire bat slams into the chair, half of the barbed wire reaching across Sicko's face while the other half helps jam the chair into his throat. It is then that security, EMT's, and various referees come out to step in between the assailants. With the crowd decisively booing these two men, a couple of beefy men in suits shove David and Kyle away. The two look down at Sicko as he writhes in silent agony, neither looking proud, neither looking happy, both scowling at the opponent they just bodied.

Jerry Andrews: Sicko and David Hunter certainly do not get along, so it makes sense that they share the award for Most Heated Rivalry!

Ace Anderson: We just saw David Hunter and, when we return, we'll see Sicko in action, defending the PCW Underground Title!

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back to Trauma. Thank you as always for watching. The next time we will be with you will be on the PCW Network for PCW Return to Glory X, coming live to you on Sunday August 18th!

Ace Anderson: I can't wait! It's going to be incredible!

Jerry Andrews: You can be sure of that! In our main event, you're going to see PCW Champion Grimm defend against Gerard Angelo!

Ace Anderson: Those two tore the roof down the last time they met in the ring! Let's take a look!

Pure Class Wrestling Living a Legacy XI   Sunday June 9th, 2019 PCW World Championship Gerard Angelo (PCW World ©) vs Grimm Referee: Ed Lane Grimm brings Gerard up with a claw hold. He then channels the ghost of Kerry Von Erich by going for a discus punch. Gerard ducks it. He gets under Grimm and gets him up on his one good leg. Jerry Andrews: HOLLYWOOD ENDING!! Ace Anderson (exasperated): I don't believe he hit that off one leg! It comes at a cost as Gerard is clutching his left knee instead of getting the cover. GERRY! GERRY! GERRY! Gerard finally capitalizes on his fortune. He rolls over to Grimm's right to prevent him getting to the ropes. 1! 2! 3!! NO! NOT SO FAST! The referee's hand is stopped inches away from that final count. Both the faithful and Gerard were ready to explode in jubilation. Gerard is beside himself as reality sinks in. Gerard takes some time standing up following that. His limp has become noticeably worse. Grimm is pulled up by the wrist. Gerard goes for an Irish whip but Phinehas reverses. Only Gerard doesn't run. Gerard gets yanked down with a manipulation that buckles his left knee in a nasty pirouette. Angelo rolls around in misery. Grimm smells blood and he's got his sights set like a great white shark. Gerard gets viciously pulled to a corner. Grimm sits on the top turnbuckle...but with Gerard's legs under his arms. In a show of power, Grimm rips Gerard to a seated position. Both men stand precariously on the top rope. Jerry Andrews: I don't like the look of it. Ace Anderson: Oompa Loompa, doompadee dah...If you're not greedy you will go far... Jerry Andrews: Really, Ace? Really? Ace Anderson: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory IS a movie and Gerard Angelo IS a movie star! It just felt right. Grimm catches everybody by surprise as he kicks Gerard's left leg out from under him! Gerard's "golden globes" are crushed under the straddled buckle. Following Grimm's excellent display of balance, he turns THE HARVEST into a contorted, unusual, snarled mess of a landing. But boy is it an ugly one with impact. Grimm rolls himself back over Gerard's body (after untangling it). He hooks the legs... 1! 2! 3! A few seconds after, Gerard's shoulder appears to -maybe- involuntarily move off the mat, but it doesn't matter. This one is over and there's a gold going back to Kentucky. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW PCW World Champion, Grimm!!  The Hangtown Horror is awarded the top prize for a seventh time, which further adds to his legend and his record held. Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" has begun to serenade everyone as they are witness to Grimm departing with the gold. Meanwhile Gerard is being checked over by the official. Jerry Andrews: Gerard may have come up short tonight, but he made Grimm earn every ounce of that victory. Even on one leg, it appeared he may have been able to retain at points. Ace Anderson: He just found out the difference between challenging Grimm and defeating Grimm. Anyone can challenge him. But beating him is a different beast. Grimm has just put PCW on notice.

Jerry Andrews: Things have only gotten more heated between them since that show, so they're definitely going to do some damage to one another at Return to Glory!

Ace Anderson: And speaking of doing some damage, it's time for our Underground Title match!

Sasha Greene: "The following is a triple threat for the PCW Underground title! Introducing first."

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston hits. The faithful give it a louder reception than usual.

Sasha Greene: From Orlando, Florida. Weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!

He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.

Sasha Greene: Introducing the next challenger.

The screen flickered to life as a subtle but ominous theme performed by a full orchestra played over the top of flashing video highlights. "Requiem For A Dream" had been composed by Clint Mansell and performed by Kronos Quartet. The images on the screen were incredibly distorted, making it nearly impossible to tell what was being seen. You could make out, but only barely, a barrage of high impact wrestling maneuvers being performed by what appeared to be the same person, but to numerous opponents.

POWERBOMB!!

Sasha Greene: From Huntsville, Alabama. Weighing 398 lbs, LUSUS!

Someone on the video had been launched across the ring with a Running Jackknife Release Powerbomb and the image on the screen shook and went to static as if the video feed had broken from the impact. After a few minutes of ear splitting static, the screen lit up with various clips of more maneuvers.

POWERBOMB!!

For the second time in a row after a long montage of throws, slams, and suplexes; it was a Running Jackknife Release Powerbomb that caused the image on the screen to distort until it appeared to break the video feed. As before with the static on the screen, this happened once more. When the image returned there were no more maneuvers. This time, there was a dimly lit room with a massive man standing far enough from the view of the camera to not give away a single sign as to who he was. In a gruff, deep voice, he managed to whisper yet shout at the exact same time.

“The bodycount is rising!”

As the words of The Behemoth Brute bellowed from the public announce speakers, in a glow of red lights, Lusus appeared from behind the stage curtain. His massive frame covered by his wrestling singlet, his identity protected by his mask. The fans boo'd as Lusus taunted them from the entrance stage.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent...

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 and 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.

Sasha Greene: From Death Valley, California. Weighing 387 lbs. He is the PCW Underground champion, SICKO!!

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.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Triple Threat Underground Rules Match
Sicko (Underground 🤴) vs Lusus vs Razor Blade
Referee: Eric Russo

The bell is called for.

DING!
DING!
DING!

There's a new behemoth in the ring and his name is LUSUS. Sicko is giving up thirteen pounds to him, but they're practically equal in size. The fans are immediately thrown red meat as they go face to face with Razor Blade becoming the invisible man.

That is until he makes himself known with a swinging chair shot to both. They don't bat an eye. Razor is promptly pie-faced through the ropes. Sicko's sinister grin is matched by wide eyes of DOOM through the holes in the mask Lusus has on.

They trade shot after shot, giving the faithful something to cheer about. These aren't your average strikes. They are heard loud and clear in part to the stiffness behind them. Sicko sneaks an uppercut to break the pattern, leaving Lusus stunned. The demonic clown hits the ropes and is promptly bodyslammed like a small child.

Razor Blade jumps into the fire with a wicked chair shot to the head of Lusus like he were delivering a double axe handle. Lusus throttles Razor around his neck. He reintroduces him to the outside with a disgusting Alabama slam to the apron. Lusus turns his attention back to Sicko, but winds up eating FCS!

Jerry Andrews: Lusus is sent for a one-way trip out of the ring with impact!

Ace Anderson: Don't ever turn your back on that terrifying clown when he's wrestling you. Satan himself would turn over control of hell to avoid confrontation with Sicko.

Razor Blade takes advantage of Lusus with a running dropkick to the head as he lays it just under the bottom rope. It forces Lusus to move into enemy hands as Sicko greets him with a big boot. Razor lifts Lusus by the head in order to slam him face first off the apron. It doesn't work and instead gets Razor hip tossed into the arms of Sicko. Razor is thrown five rows deep into the crowd with a fallaway slam.

Imminent Death is delivered by Lusus, driving the air out of Sicko. In a show of raw power, Lusus lifts him off the floor like Sicko were a barbell. This turns into a press over his head. Sicko wraps his hands around Lusus' throat and squeezes with all his might. The masked giant is forced to set Sicko back down on his feet, but his air supply is still in trouble.

Lusus digs his thumbs into Sicko's eyes, but all that does is create more trouble in the form of Iskreem! Sicko has him cinched in a lifting triangle choke as Lusus starts to fade. A roaring laugh of triumph from the champ as he feels like he's the TRUE giant of PCW. Razor Blade leaps into action with a double bulldog! Lusus is left on the floor in a weakened state. Razor throws a volley of shots to Sicko's head.

Ace Anderson: Razor is not going to back down from either of those two. He's here to win the gold and by god he may just do it!

Jerry Andrews: Easy there. He may have won last show, but Rick Majors isn't in this, so Seromine won't be helping him.

Ace Anderson: You're so disrespectful.

Razor Blade finds another steel chair and this time he absolutely unloads on both of his larger opponents. With each violent shot, he gets more and more increased about the delivery until the weapon is no longer useful. Sicko is shoved inside of the ring. Razor goes in after him. He delivers a stinging palm strike to water the eyes. Then he hits the ropes, ducks a lariat, returns with a running forearm smash. Sicko wobbles into being dropped with a samoan drop! Razor goes for the pin.

1!

He's pressed up in the air and caught by Lusus. Paralyzing Fury knocks the daylights out of Razor Blade and draws a sea of boos for the PCW newcomer. But he's got plans for Sicko. A little something called Cardiac Arrest. Showing off his strength once again, Sicko finds himself in the rotations of a giant swing. 7, 8, 9, 10. The fans count. 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. They remain counting while watching in awe. It's not every opponent that can match Sicko on strength. 28, 29, and finally 30, but 30 is Sicko being swung right into the corner head first.

Lusus should be dizzy from all of that, but remarkably he's not. He turns to Razor Blade with a lifting charge in the corner. Razor is crushed spine first against the buckles. Lusus keeps him squeezed in a bearhug, but adds vicious headbutts for a move he calls Ezekiel 25:17. Razor slumps, so Lusus keeps him trapped with one arm, freeing up his other to annihilate Sicko with a burning lariat he calls Good Riddance. Sicko is flapjacked right on his neck. There's a collective OOOH from the crowd following the impact move.

Razor comes to life! He wiggles and stretches for the ropes. He manages to get somewhat of a push, but his tornado DDT isn't successful. However, The Rising Son is for another impact move, one that gives Lusus a possible path to Underground glory.

Jerry Andrews: Razor kicks out at two!

Ace Anderson: You should've stayed down, kid.

Jerry Andrews: Advice you gave yourself during your career?

Lusus throws Razor like a rag doll out of his sight. He returns to the champ, squashing him with a splash in the corner. That winds up being a mistake. Sicko revives to life and turns things around with a mammoth Pagliacci! The ring has been reinforced, so fortunately for Lusus, he's not through it. Sicko works his way to his feet. His disgusting smile equally revolting and terrifying. He knows the routine. Lusus is about to become part of it.

A spear doubles Lusus, but doesn't take him off his feet as hoped for. But a clothesline from hell sure does and puts Lusus in flight. Sicko grips him by the throat, lifting him off his feet in one heave, then a chuck to the nearest corner. Lusus staggers out into a boxing three punch combo. Sicko, because he can, bites off a piece of the mask Lusus has on, spits it in his face, then hits Brimstone! He hooks the legs.

1!

2!

Lusus kicks out. Dark Tooth Chew is delivered with ring shaking impact! The pin stalls at 2! Sicko is beginning to feel agitated. He launches into a full back and forth conversation with the voice in his head. Razor shuts them up with a European uppercut! Sicko's head snaps back. He reaches to it and pulls it back down. Razor has another bullet in the chamber. A leaping clothesline jawbreaker!

Sicko turns against the ropes. He adjusts his jaw from the harder hit than expected signatures. Razor has the full support of the faithful now and is feeling the moment. That is until Lusus pushes him into Sicko, and then a face first drop from Silent Nightmare! Lusus bulldozes Sicko with a spear against the ropes. They grapple out to the center of the ring, but Lusus maintains an upper hand.

THYRSUS SPIKE! Lusus buries Sicko with his falcon arrow into a sitting piledriver signature! He pulls the legs back.

1!

2!

3---SICKO KICKS OUT!

Lusus has had enough of this clown. This is his first match in PCW. A title match no less. A title he feels he just won, but Sicko wasn't willing to stay down. So now he will put him down. Lusus begins to stand up. Razor BLASTS the daylights out of him with a massive chairshot. Again. Again. Again. Lusus staggers to his feet, clearly on spaghetti legs, but with enough in him to not go down yet.

Razor changes all of that with a well placed punch with brass knuckles like Jerry Mitchell delivered to Buddy Revell in Three O' Clock High. Lusus stands his ground. He reaches for Razor's neck, but falls like a mighty redwood. Razor looks to Sicko. BRASS KNUCKLE UPPERCUT under the jaw!! Razor's Edge, chico! Sicko withstands the finisher!

...RAZOR PICKS SICKO UP! DULLED BLADE! Razor makes the cover...

Ace Anderson: This CAN'T be happening!

1!

Jerry Andrews: He's going to do it!

2!

Jerry Andrews (excited): He's going to do it!

Ace Anderson: This isn't March, but the madness may about to start!

...

3!!

Jerry Andrews: RAZOR HAS DONE IT! RAZOR HAS DONE IT! RAZOR HAS DONE IT!

There is a stunned faithful packed into the PCW arena who have just witnessed one of the biggest upsets in PCW history.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Pure Class Wrestling Underground champion, Razor Blade!

Razor is handed the title belt. He doesn't seem to think what happened just happened, so imagine his reaction when reality finally sinks in. Razor proudly holds the title high in the air. After having his hand raised, he hits the corners to celebrate some more. The fans shower him with RAZ-OR BLADE chants. "The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston is mixed in with cheers and applause.

Ace Anderson: On my God he's done it! Razor is champion! Razor is champion!

Jerry Andrews: He did it! He did it! He did it! Despite everything, all the struggles, all the disappointment, all the heartbreak, Razor Blade just kept going and now he can call himself champion!!!

Before he can take his leave, a host of superstars have spilled into the ring to mob him. Razor gets hoisted on the shoulders of David Hunter (the first one in, apparently having traveled to the PCW Arena immediately after giving his speech) and Gerard Angelo, who then walk him around, while others offer hi-fives and pats on the back.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade has shocked everyone in route to winning his first ever title! I still don't believe what just happened, happened.

Ace Anderson: The ghost of Rod Serling must be in attendance, because we've officially entered The Twilight Zone.

As the celebration moves from the ring to the back, David Hunter and Kyle Shane remain at ringside. They still applaud, but soon turn their sights to one very nasty, psychotic clown.

Jerry Andrews: The mood Sicko is going---wait a minute! David Hunter has hit the ring!

Ace Anderson: Oh, so he's back on his cheap attack tour. He has his match at Return to Glory. Couldn't he wait??

Jerry Andrews: Apparently not, because David Hunter is just laying into Sicko now.

Hunter pummels Sicko with his signature barb wire bat. He's bringing the violence early. He seems hell bent on taking Sicko clean out of commission. Ode to Frank drops Sicko onto that barb wire! Hunter isn't done. Steel chairs have been the weapon of the night, so why not use one more? Only this one is going around Sicko's neck and is going to be used as part of HUNTER SUITE! The force of it with the addition of a chair is enough to possibly put Sicko out with a neck injury.

Ace Anderson: I guess he didn't want to wait. He wanted to end Sicko tonight!

Hunter has no regard for Sicko's writhing. He maneuvers him into a second and a third Hunter Suite with the chair, making damn sure he is going to be out of commission. It gets him a mixed reaction, but the boos outweigh the cheers. Kyle Shane enters the ring. The allied partners have made Sicko their target over the last few shows. Kyle sizes Sicko up as Hunter lifts his 387 pound carcass to his feet. Kyle has to chase off referees and EMT's. After they disperse, he's ready to...

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL?!

Ace Anderson: He just gave Kyle Shane a Hunter Suite of his own! I thought they were partners in crime??

David Hunter removes the chair from around Sicko...and places it around Kyle! He gives him the exact same treatment! But this comes with an explanation. Hunter screams that HE wants the North American title and HE'S going be the one to take it from Dominator! Hunter leaves the two men in the ring with neck injuries to be looked over. One thing is for sure, he's made his presence felt.

Jerry Andrews: Did you hear that? It sounds like David Hunter wanted to get Kyle Shane out of the way so he could challenge Dominator for the title!

Ace Anderson: Did Hunter just use Kyle Shane to eliminate Sicko and then turn around and rob him of a title shot?

Jerry Andrews: It sure looks like it!

Ace Anderson: Wow. No wonder he won "Most Hated."

Jerry Andrews: Folks, this has been a historic night, but don't leave us quite yet! We'll be back after the break with the Icey Award for best Singles Star!

The show returns to the Peace Center, where Michael Malone is back on stage.

BEST SINGLES STAR

Michael Malone: Ladies and gentlemen, the final award of the evening goes to the competitor who has showcased the best PCW has to offer over the last six months. And the winner of the Icey Award for Best Singles Star is...

... KYLE SHANE!

The instinctive applause immediately turns to silence as the crowd wonders what will happen next, seeing as how Kyle Shane was just decimated by David Hunter in the ring. Michael Malone steps back to the microphone to address the situation.

Michael Malone: Obviously, given the events that took place just moments ago, Kyle Shane is not able to accept this award. I will accept it on his behalf and...

Suddenly, the scene switches to the backstage area of the PCW Arena where David Hunter is walking.

David Hunter: Yeah, get the camera on me. Are you rolling? Is this going live?

The camera nods.

David Hunter: You saw what I just did out there. You know what I'm capable of. I'm done with Sicko. I'm done with Kyle Shane. I'm looking forward and I'm looking to Dominator, that big beast who....

Suddenly Hunter stops speaking. As the camera turns, it's easy to see why. Dominator is on the scene in directly in Hunter's path. Dominator points to the PCW North American title and gestures as if to say "You want this?" Hunter smirks and suddenly explodes with a right hand. Dominator fires back. The two begin to slug away at one another, each shot more forceful than the last, as PCW Trauma comes to a close.

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