Post by Rick Majors on Aug 30, 2019 21:32:49 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday August 29th, 2019
The show starts with the usual excited crowd, going nuts for another episode of Trauma.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, hot off of an incredible Return to Glory, this is PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and what a show we have for you tonight! I am, of course, joined by my broadcast colleague and friend: Mr. Ace Anderson.
Ace Anderson: Just broadcast colleague.
Jerry Andrews: Really? But all these years...
Ace Anderson: Don't do this, Jerry. We've got an incredible episode of Trauma for you this Thursday evening!
Jerry Andrews: It feels a bit like a Friday, doesn't it Ace?
Ace Anderson: Nope. It's Thursday.
Jerry Andrews: Are you sure?
Ace Anderson: Of course, Jerry. That's the say Trauma always airs. Are you feeling okay?
As the music dies down and the rawkus crowd finds their seats, the camera has panned around the Pure Class Arena and settles on Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson when the lights go out.
Ace Anderson: Imagine that, Jerry, the lights are off in the Pure Class Arena, again.
Jerry Andrews: It’s a trademark of Pure Class Wrestling entertainment, Ace, and after what we witnessed at Return to Glory, it’s anyone’s guess what’s about to happen.
The sound of rustling can be heard in the darkness as phone lights begin to illuminate the crowd, and the anticipation builds. The sounds coming from the stage start to intensify, and almost sound if something is being hastily build right there.
Ace Anderson: Twenty bucks everyone in the arena is disappointed when the lights come back on.
Jerry Andrews: I’ll take that action.
The building sounds continue for another couple of minutes before the arena falls silent once more, except for the commotion coming from those in attendance; and the anticipation rises. With the crowd almost completely enveloped in light from everyone’s phones, and the Faithful on their feet, there is life from the stage!
Ace Anderson: What is this?
Jerry Andrews: Could it be?
A giant orange and red neon letter “N” flickers to life, and dimly lights the bar setup on stage. There are three individuals, one male and three females, sharing a drink, with one man tending to the bar.
Bartender: Last call!
While drying out the inside of a glass mug, the bartender calls out for as many of the Faithful to hear, signaling for last call at Club Notorious. Not just a fun reference to typical bars and nightclubs, but a very meaningful turn of phrase for the events that were about to transpire.
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
The tron flickers to life now with the same phrase in orangish-red lettering accompanying the lyrics from the song, but it stops.
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
The song repeats itself, but cuts out like a skip in a record once more, but this hasn’t stopped the fans from realizing how this week’s show is about to kick off, and are filling the arena with cheers.
Jerry Andrews: I think you owe me twenty big ones, Ace!
Ace Anderson: The lights haven’t come on yet, Jerry!
The letters on the tron are replaced with a black and white image of Johnny Matthews with accompanying text that reads “1978 - 2019” underneath it, and the crowd falls silent once more out of respect. The silence was deafening, but it only lasted as long as it needed too before the imagery is replaced once more with that recognizable blood orange text, and a song that continues to play.
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
The arena lights flash to life revealing a dense fog that has covered the entrance way, and fully illuminates the Club Notorious set on the stage. "Notorious" by Adelitas Way instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance who are still on their feet after a few tense moments opening the show. The four individuals sitting at the bar turn out towards the crowd, and everyone recognizes both Lindsay Michaels and Stace Matthews, but somewhat new to the PCW stage are the Force of Nature’s twin sister, Morgan Michaels, and the youngest Michaels sibling, Aaron.
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
One more flash of light over exposes the arena for a brief moment, and with it, Stormm, still in his street clothes, crashes through the curtain and onto the stage. He plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. Walking over to the bar, he hugs both his brother and sister, as well as sharing a long embrace with his brother-in-law’s widow, Stace, before kissing his wife, Lindsay.
Ace Anderson: I think I’m going to be sick!
Jerry Andrews: The wrestling world lost another Matthews way too early this year, and THE family in sports entertainment is out here to honor him, and that’s all you have to say for yourself?
Ace Anderson: You have something better to say?
Jerry Andrews: It’s touching, and also, you owe me twenty bucks!
The five of them, in true Johnny Matthews fashion, clink shot glasses together and knock one back for the missing Man in Black before the Force of Nature nods his head and points towards the fans and claps his hands both recognizing their support for him, but also for the late Johnny Matthews. Turning his attention back to the ring, Stormm make his way towards the squared circle. Circling around the back of the ring like he does almost every time he enters, he grabs a mic, and climbs in. Rather than playing the crowd anymore than he has already, though, he holds the mic up and the song fades out, but the cheers from the crowd do not.
Stormm: Last call...
Stormm chokes up a little bit as the crowd continues to drown him out, but he collects himself, and pauses for just a moment to let the decibel level to drop a little more before continuing.
Stormm: Last call for Club Notorious has been called, and unfortunately for everyone up on that stage, including myself, many more, and all of you, last call was called on Johnny Matthews almost two months ago. The sport of professional wrestling has lost another visionary way too soon, and won’t be the same without him.
The crowd broke out into dueling chants, one for “John-ny Matth-ews”, and the other from the old school wrestling fans chanting for “Johnny-V!”
Ace Anderson: I was hoping to never hear that song ever again, Jerry, but the good news is, this may be the last time.
Jerry Andrews: Have some class Ace!
Stormm: Now, Johnny wouldn’t want me out here dwelling on this, he’d probably smack the taste out of my mouth for even making a big deal out of it in the first place. But, regardless of how often he and I butted heads, he deserves this one last spotlight.
1978 - 2019
The image from earlier popped back up onto the tron, and Stormm lowers the mic, and reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a black and silver flask. Opening it up, he stretches out his arm towards the tron, and nods his head, before throwing one more back in Johnny’s honor.
Ace Anderson: This has to be against Pure Class Wrestling’s substance abuse policy, get this guy out of our ring!
Jerry Andrews: Who’s to say that’s even alcoholic… Okay, yeah, who am I kidding? But still, one or two little drinks isn’t going to hurt anything, Ace. Besides, a quick look back through PCW history and…
Ace Anderson: You’ve done it Jerry, you’ve made me rather listen to Stormm than you!
Putting the flask back into his back jeans pocket, Stormm raised the mic back up, and begins to pace around the ring.
Stormm: Now, if I can take one thing away from my brother-in-law as I get into the real reason I’m out here, it’s this: Never wait for someone to give you what you think you’ve earned, just take it! Now, maybe not to the extent of some past shenanigans, you know the ones that certain individuals couldn’t stop talking about for over a year. But it still makes sense.
A few laughs are drawn out of the crowd, while others choose to cheer for the Force of Nature as they already have an idea of where he’s going with his statements.
Stormm: It’s been six years since I stood in this ring with a chance to win the PCW World title, and I’m tired of sitting back and waiting for people to see my worth. I’m tired of all these new and young superstars come in here and trash on the people that made this federation what it is today. And I’m tired of people saying that, after eight years, I’ll never with the title again, let alone deserve a shot at it.
Switching hands that he was holding the microphone with from his right to his left, Stormm holds his right hand up high with the middle finger out for everyone to see.
Stormm: That’s all I have to say to those people!
The crowd erupts!
Stormm: I don’t care if you think I haven’t earned a shot at the World title, I’m taking it! Gerard Angelo squandered his opportunities with it, it’s someone else’s turn, and I’m tired of waiting in line!
Jerry Andrews: Verbal confirmation of what we saw at the pay-per-view, Ace, Stormm is stepping in the front of the line for Grimm’s World title, and he doesn’t care what anyone else things about it!
Ace Anderson: He’s still in for a world of hurt!
The camera pans around the arena to get the fan’s reactions before settling back on the Force of Nature, who has come to a stop in the center of the ring.
Stormm: Regardless of who the World Champion was going to be at the end of Return to Glory, my message would have been the same tonight for either of them: I’m coming for you!
A huge pop is drawn out of the Faithful as Stormm smiles, and begins pacing again.
Stormm: Everyone called Johnny crazy when he did it two years ago, and I’m sure you all will do the same thing for me now. I hope all the suits are paying close attention right now too, because Grimm, at Deadly Intentions, it needs to be you and me for the World Championship!
Jerry Andrews: I can’t think of a better Main Event than that!
Ace Anderson: I can’t think of a worse one!
Stormm: ...because of the Force of Nature is coming, and this is your warning!
“Notorious” picks back up where it left off and Stormm exits the ring and joins the rest of his family up on the stage to the cheers and adulation of the PCW Faithful.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. From Huntsville, Alabama, weighing 398 lbs, LUSUS!
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!!
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 his opponent. 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 the bell to ring.
Singles Match
Razor Blade vs Lusus
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
Razor Blade looks unimpressed as Lusus sizes him up. The former Underground champion is ready to battle. They lock up. Lusus easily drives Razor Blade back to the corner. He misses his strike, allowing Razor to slip around. Lusus turns and eats a powerful right. Then a second. Then a third.
Jerry Andrews: Good thing Lusus has a mask on. Any possible bruising will be hidden.
Ace Anderson: Razor should be thankful Lusus missed his punches.
Lusus grabs Razor and tosses him back in the corner like he were a feather. A quick avalanche takes some of the bite out of the big dog. Lusus leads Razor out. His short-arm lariat, dubbed Random Act of Violence, gets blocked. Razor shows off impressive strength by lifting the near four-hundred pounder on his shoulders, leading to a samoan drop!
Jerry Andrews: Impressive!
Ace Anderson: Lusus may beg to differ at some point.
Razor pulls Lusus up. His short-arm lariat hits. Lusus is unfazed and appears to be challenging Razor Blade to do it again. His wish is granted. Lusus laughs it off, then shows him how to actually drop someone. Random Act of Violence II is successful.
Ace Anderson: Told you so!
Razor is hoisted off his feet. Lusus squeezes on his back, bear hugging the air out of him. What completes Ezekiel 25:17 are the series of headbutts. Razor tries to push himself out of trouble off the broad shoulders of The Behemoth Brute. Lusus applies further pressure, putting Razor in trouble of submitting.
Jerry Andrews: This could all be over right now if Razor can't escape.
Ace Anderson: Lusus is still looking for his first win. He can feel the fight leaving Razor and he won't let up until it's completely gone.
Razor needs a trifecta of bell claps to break loose, but they are effective. Slightly hunched and trying to breathe, Razor throws body shots to the torso. Lusus is taken back a pair of steps before swinging Razor into the corner. A running splash misses. Razor returns with a spear! Now a big corner clothesline. Razor is still feeling the effects of the bear hug, but you get the feeling he's firing up.
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade with all of the momemtum now!
A European uppercut staggers Lusus. Razor takes a quick bounce off the rope, returning with a leaping clothesline jawbreaker! Lusus falls against the ropes. He shakes off what has been done to him. Lusus misses with a lunge. Razor hits the ropes at full speed. He takes Lusus right off with his feet with a massive discus lariat!
Jerry Andrews: Razor's Edge!
Ace Anderson: There's no way that's going to keep Lusus down.
Razor pins.
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for. This one is over.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner, Razor Blade!
Jerry Andrews: Could this put him in the conversation for an Underground title rematch?
Ace Anderson: Razor Blade as a potential two time Underground champion. I need a drink.
“CLICK CLICK”
The sounds of a bullet being loaded into a chamber is heard as the house lights dim and a blue crosshair illuminates on the screen. The crosshair twitches ever so slightly until it’s perfectly still and a single thunderous gunshot sound rings out through the arena immediately followed by “Never Back Down” by Hyro The Hero.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, this tag team match is scheduled for one fall!
Elijah Dixon steps through the curtain, head bobbing to his music as his eyes focus on the ring and he makes the walk. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom ropes and waits for the match to start.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the is the PCW Underground Champion, from Cincinnati, Ohio: ELIJAH DIXON!
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.
Sasha Greene: And, his tag team partner: Dominator!
"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. He turns around, facing the curtain.
The sound of a needle being drug across a record interrupts the song. It is replaced by “Spiders,” midway through Billie Corgan's instrumental feat. Holden strolls out from the back and as he walks up alongside Hunter, the two head bump fists. David turns around and the two of them begin the trek to the ring. The duo ignore any fans attempting to high-five or otherwise get in their good favor.
Sasha Greene: Making their way to the ring with a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy-two pounds! They are the team of the PCW North American Champion David Hunter and The Bastard, Holden Ross, The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in P...C...W!
Tag Team Match
David Hunter (PCW North American ©) & Holden Ross vs Dominator & Elijah Dixon (PCW Underground 👑)
Referee: Ed Lane
The bell rings.
Jerry Andrews: Two new champions in this match, the new Underground Champion Elijah Dixon as well as the new North American Champion David Hunter.
Ace Anderson: Not to mention the former North American Champion, Dominator.
Jerry Andrews: He doesn't look too happy about that.
Ace Anderson: I don't think I've ever seen him look happy.
Jerry Andrews: Point taken.
As soon as Jerry speaks those words, Dominator charges across the ring, leveling Hunter with a clothesline! Dominator explodes on Hunter with a series of stomps, only to be attacked by Holden Ross!
Jerry Andrews: Hey! Get him out of the ring! He's not the legal man!
Ed Lane tries to get Ross out of the ring while Hunter takes advantage of the distracted official to hit Dominator with a low blow. Dominator crumbles to the mat as Hunter smiles.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
Picking Dominator up, Hunter begins to hit him repeatedly in the head as the referee turns his attention back to the match. Taunting him, Hunter gives him a hard right hand before sending him down with an elbow drop. Bouncing off the ropes, Hunter drops a leg over the throat of Dominator. Going for the cover, the referee makes the count.
1...
2....
Jerry Andrews: Dominator got the shoulder up!
Getting up slowly, Hunter grabs Dominator but Dominator takes a wild swing. Blocking it, Hunter attempts to hit a forearm smash, but Dominator dodges it. Dominator attempts a clothesline but Hunter ducks. David Hunter attempts a missile dropkick, Dominator dodges again and goes for another wild swing, but this time Hunter blocks and nails Dominator with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: This match is really heating up.
Ace Anderson: These two guys do not like one another.
Jerry Andrews: Do they like anyone?
Getting up quickly, Hunter attempts a bodyslam but Dominator counters and tries a fireman's carry. In the middle of the move, Hunter sets Dominator up for an elbow but Dominator reverses it and goes behind Hunter.
Jerry Andrews: What an even match!
Hunter reverses and whips Dominator to the ropes. Going for a clothesline, Dominator ducks and tries one of his own but Hunter is one step ahead of him and they clothesline each other!
Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline!
Ace Anderson: Both men are down and out and the referee is starting the count.
Jerry Andrews: They are trying to get up.
Ace Anderson: Dominator is starting to stir.
Jerry Andrews: And here comes Hunter!
As both competitors get to their feet, Holden Ross charges into the ring again, clotheslining Dominator down! Dominator rolls out of the ring as the referee again has to deal with Ross. Hunter leaves the ring and he grabs Dominator, tossing him into the barricade. He attempts a kick to the head, but Dominator moves out of the way and Hunter kicks the the barricade! Picking Hunter up, Dominator begins to lay in some hard right hands as Hunter fights back with rights of his own.
Jerry Andrews: This has turned out to be an all out brawl!
Suddenly Elijah Dixon rushes over, but he's cut off by Holden Ross! Ross clotheslines him over the barricade and into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: My God! What a... WOAH!
Ace Anderson: Hunter just slammed Dominator's head into our table!! This is out of control!
Tossing Dominator back into the ring, Hunter begins to lay in some vicious chops into Dominator. Getting him into position, Hunter goes behind him and sets him up for a reverse DDT. Dropping him down hard, Hunter turns to the crowd as he is met by a chorus of boos.
Holden Ross slides into the ring and the two men double team Dominator before the referee can get control of things.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator's basically fighting a handicap here. Ross and Hunter have double teamed him any time they've had the chance, and now Ross has temporarily taken Dixon out of the match!
Ace Anderson: That's why they're the best tag team in PCW!
Jerry Andrews: Self-proclaimed!
Ace Anderson: Can you name one that's better right now?
Jerry Andrews: ....
Hunter now goes on the offensive as Ross is forced out of the ring by the official, scoring with a double axe handle from the second rope, connecting right to Dominator's forehead. He pulls his opponent up and then throws Dominator into the ropes and looking for a back body drop.
Jerry Andrews: Telegraphed it!
Ace Anderson: Yes he did.
Jerry Andrews: And a hard kick there by Dominator!
Dominator now pulls Hunter up and he hits a fallaway slam! He then follows it with a scoop slam piledriver and a cover!
1...
2....
Holden Ross breaks the count!
Dominator gets to his feet and he pulls Hunter up. Hunter hits him with a forearm to the face followed by a missile dropkick. He then tags Ross into the match.
Jerry Andrews: Oh look, Holden Ross is actually entering the match legally!
Ross charges at Dominator, but the Temporal Tyrant connects with a big boot, staggering his foe. He then clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside. Hunter hits the ring again, unloading on Dominator to give Ross a chance to recover.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! This is wrong!
David Hunter hits several hard shots to Dominator's lower back before the referee makes him leave the ring. Ross enters and he tries for a German suplex on his battered opponent, but Dominator grabs the top rope to block the move. Ross loses his grip and falls backwards. Dominator spins and takes advantage, scoring with rights and lefts to Holden Ross' chest and face. He then walks over to his corner, where Elijah Dixon is back up. He's about to make the tag when David Hunter rushes into the ring to stop it!
Jerry Andrews: This is ridiculous now!
Dominator turns around as Hunter is forced out of the ring, and Ross takes him down with a Steamroller! He goes for the cover, but Dominator kicks out at two. Ross then tags Hunter back into the match. Hunter enters and lays the boots to Dominator before a quick tag back to Holden. Ross pulls Dominator up, but Dominator hits him with a chinbreaker. He takes this opportunity to tag Elijah Dixon into the match.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator finally gets the tag!
As he does, Hunter rushes into the ring and he hits a running clothesline on the Zenith, taking him over the top rope where he lands on his feet. His momentum, however, carries him backwards and into the guardrail. Holden, meanwhile, attacks Elijah on the opposite side of the ring from Hunter and Dom. Holden blocks a punch and drives a knee into Elijah's belly, doubling the Underground King over. Just as Dom is crashing into the guardrail, Elijah is nearly decapitated by a vicious short-arm clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: This match has fallen apart and the North American Champion is directing traffic!
Indeed, David Hunter has told Holden to “put him up!” and the Bastard has obliged. Dom has just gotten to his feet when Elijah's skull is driven into the mat courtesy of a “Snapped Shot” DDT. Dom, smelling the blood in the water, rolls in under the bottom rope and is on his feet in the blink of an eye. Holden hooks Elijah's leg as David cuts-off the Zenith's trek to break up the pin with a quick but devastating ODE TO FRANK! Dom rolls over the bottom rope, hitting the floor. However, much like last time, he is quick on his feet, stepping up to the apron. This gives MORE than enough time for the ref to start a count as Holden Ross covers Elijah Dixon.
Ace Andrews: One! Two!
Ace and Jerry: THREE!
Jerry Andrews: They get the win!
With Dom sitll on the apron, David and him continue brawling, unfazed by the ringing bell, while Holden orders the ref to raise his hand in victory. Dom grabs Hunter by the throat. He lifts him, going for what looks like a Chokeslam. However, David reverses it into a crossbody, sending both men careening to the cement floor! It nearly cracks on impact. Both men lie there, stunned and motionless, while Holden circles Elijah like a vulture.
Jerry Andrews: What is the Bastard doing?
Ace Anderson: Whatever it is, you know it isn't going to bode well for Elijah!
Holden wrenches the Underground Championship from the hands of the ref and crouches in wait as Elijah fumbles to his feet. The current Champ turns and is blasted by his own belt, a truly stiff shot that genuinely takes him off of his feet. David has rolled into the ring and is on his knees, holding his ribs, while Dom uses the ring apron to begin pulling himself to his feet.
Ace Anderson: That son of a bitch doesn’t stay down!
Jerry Andrews: SINS OF THE FATHER!
Holden dumps Elijah on his head before helping David to his feet. The duo casually take their leave as the Zenith enters the ring. He looms over the heap that is the Underground Champion before hoisting him up with one hand, with ease. Dominator then hits a short-arm Anachronism before quickly scrambling to his feet, staring up the ramp at David Hunter and his North American Championship while Holden gives Dom the finger. Elijah Dixon appears to be out cold.
Trauma returns with a shot of the backstage area, where Elijah Dixon is being tended to by the PCW medical team.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome back folks. Well, there you see the aftermath of the assault suffered by Elijah Dixon at the hands of Holden Ross...
Ace Anderson: And Dominator!
Jerry Andrews: He certainly looks like he's in considerable pain and.... oh my God!
Suddenly Holden Ross crashes the scene, flipping over the table that Dixon is seated on, sending the medical team scattering. Dixon hits the floor with a thud and Ross is all over him, unloading with stiff boots. Ross then pulls him up and drives him headfirst into the wall! Dixon falls to the floor in a heap. Ross isn't done. He pulls the bloody Underground champion up and then plants him with Sins of the Father onto the cement floor!
Ace Anderson: HOLY SH...
Jerry Andrews: He could have just broken Dixon's neck!
Ross stands up and looks down at his lifeless victim. He reaches down on the floor and picks up the Underground title. He is about to place it over his shoulder when his attention is diverted. He turns and is suddenly face-to-face with...
Ace Anderson: Razor Blade is here!
The two men are about to come to blows when PCW security rushes to the scene, coming between them. The medical team returns and immediately tends to Elijah Dixon as Trauma heads back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for fall. Introducing first...
A pitch black arena is greeted with the mysterious bass sound of Steven Severin and guitar scrapings of John McGeoch which opens “Spellbound” by Siouxsie and the Banshees. With each note, red and silver lights dance in rhythm. Siouxsie Sioux welcomes with her opening vocals, while Budgie provides jangling tambourine support. Then his tribal drumming joins in tandem with the sinewy, syncopated rhythms as the song really begins to take off at the twenty-six second mark.
Sasha Greene: Being led to the ring by Destiny Willard, from Anaheim, California...Weighing 250 lbs, "The Anarchist" JASON WILLARD!!
Destiny comes skipping out to Siouxsie's hypnotic vocals dressed like Minnie Mouse. She turns on her heels to welcome Jason, who is wearing a sleeveless Mickey Mouse shirt over a pair of long black tights. She resumes skipping while holding her husband's hand. He taunts the fans on the way to the ring.
They enter and go into their own little world as the energetic chorus spins the lights around their dancing. Destiny leaps onto him and gets tilted in a dip as they passionately kiss. After finishing, he assists her to ringside and waits for the arrival of his opponent.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team 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.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents!
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting his partner.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner...
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo down on one knee with his back to the crowd, hood pulled low over his face. He bursts suddenly to his feet, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into cheers as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if absorbing the energy from the crowd.
Sasha Greene: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!
Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans wearing his merch, telling them they made a solid investment. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He runs to the opposite ring post and leaps onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it to the Faithful. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.
There are scores to be settled on both sides, but credit to Eric Russo for keeping order in place. Jason and Destiny are seen laughing at Rick Majors, whereas Gerard has words for Stormm and his post-match actions at Return to Glory. This one is ready to get underway.
Tag Team Match
Stormm & Jason Willard vs Gerard Angelo & Rick Majors
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!
DING!
Gerry goes right after Stormm as Jason gets out of the ring to join his wife instead of standing in the corner. They engage in a brief conversation without a care about the action taking place. Stormm was able to sidestep the charge, but finds himself trading shots with an angered Gerard Angelo.
Gerry goes with a double leg take down. Stormm monkeys him over to avoid losing ground. They get to their feet at the same time. Gerry misses with a clothesline. He carries this to the ropes for a springboard back elbow. Stormm catches him in a waistlock. On the throw, Gerard lands on his feet. Stormm turns to take a dropkick for his troubles. Gerard lights him up against the ropes.
An Irish whip is countered. Stormm ducks his head. Gerard flips over him and continues moving in the opposite direction. Stormm misses with a running lariat. Gerard has his second dropkick swatted away. Stormm picks Gerard up and takes a well placed knee under the jaw. Stormm takes some strikes to the head and is sent to a corner where he gets worked further over. Stormm counters with a sudden belly to back suplex!
Jerry Andrews: That's one way to get out of trouble.
Stormm picks Gerard up to his feet, clubbing him about the head and shoulders with precision strikes. Gerry comes back with a flurry of stinging chops, but Stormm returns the favor. Bring the applesauce, because chops are getting served like this was Hometown Buffet. The fans are loving the exchange!
Gerard is shoved into the ropes. Jason and Destiny tug on his feet to grab his attention. The ref comes to question Destiny, but her husband quickly defends her from anything that gets said. Gerard dropkicks him in the chest after hitting Stormm with an elbow to stun him. He focus back on Stormm now. A trio of European uppercuts takes him to enemy territory. Rick Majors is tagged in.
Willard rushes inside to have a go at him. Majors dispatches of that interference rather quick by dumping him over the top rope. It does allow Stormm to turn the tide for a second, but Majors sneaks a judo toss. Half hatch knee strikes are blocked by the intuitive Stormm. Snap suplex! Stormm floats over, turning things into a whip to the corner. Willard leaps up and begins to take cheap shots. Majors turns and engages him!
Jerry Andrews: Rick isn't about to be a victim of underhanded tactics.
Ace Anderson: He might as well replace "Impact" with "Victim," because Return to Glory said otherwise.
Stormm smashes Majors in the corner, unaware that he's been tagged out shortly after. The boo birds are in full force as Jason Willard eagerly leaps into the ring. Majors has a mudhole stomped in him. Willard brings his foot up, aggressively going for the head and ignoring anything the referee says. Destiny gets his attention long enough to remind him of the all important five count.
Jason shoots Eric Russo a look as he backs off. At first chance he rushes back in, but finds nobody home. Majors takes him by the hair and across the ring to the opposite corner. Following a turnbuckle smash, Majors drops him with his own brand of mudhole stomping. He hits the ropes and returns to drive a boot across his face with whiplashing effect. Willard is drug out of the corner. Gerard gets a tag. Slingshot 450! He covers.
1!
Willard kicks out of that, then rolls out of the ring. Majors meets him with a running clothesline! Willard is stood up and held for Gerard to land a suicide plancha! He tags every outstretched hand before dumping Willard back into the ring. Gerard hops in and tags Majors. Rick picks up where he left off, punishing Willard with heavy strikes that have him on his heels. Willard thumbs him in the eye to get away. Stormm gets tagged in.
Majors gets worked against the ropes, but starts firing back! An elbow smash stuns the Force of Nature, but he lariats Majors over the top rope. Majors winds up on the apron. That is until Destiny goes skipping by with Jason inside the ring to pull the referee over. She dashes back to her side of things with a grin as Gerard gives brief chase. He then alerts Eric to things, but she feigns innocence by drawing a halo around her head.
Stormm shakes his own as he steps out to collect Majors. He runs him to the rail first and then back to the ring apron. Action returns inside of the ring now. Russian leg sweep! Stormm throws some quick forearms after this to keep Majors grounded. Jason yells for the tag, but Stormm isn't ready to tag out just yet. Gerard starts to rally the troops behind his partner.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is determined to keep control for his team.
Majors is hoisted and dumped on his head and neck with a German suplex. Stormm follows up with a belly to belly suplex, then makes the tag to Willard. A double stomp to the neck lands with vicious impact, forcing Rick to quickly grab it. Willard aggressively puts the point of his elbow into the center of the neck after prying the hands away.
Willard stops long enough to mock the pain Majors is in. He asks Destiny if she has any aspirin for "this piece of shit" as he unloads stomp after stomp after stomp to the head. Eric Russo again issues a five count. Willard waistlocks Majors and drops him with a deadlift German suplex. He keeps him bridged.
1.
2.
Majors kicks out of that. Willard gator rolls him over to the corner. Stormm gets tagged in. Majors is taken down with a swinging neckbreaker. Stormm continues where his partner left off, but in submission form as he goes for a dragon sleeper. Majors gets in a quick knee to discourage the attempt, so Stormm turns things into a reverse DDT instead.
Willard gets brought back in. Majors is fed to the ropes. Space Mountain! Rather than go for a pin, Willard slingshots Majors to a corner instead. Double knees to the back of the head and neck off a charge. Willard throttles Majors over the top rope, but seems to be pushing his head down to stretch the neck muscles. After he breaks at 4, he walks Eric away from the action. This enables Destiny to take over!
Jerry Andrews: I don't remember this being a handicap match!
Ace Anderson: You should have known just by seeing Rick Majors listed!
Willard gives a signal behind his back for Destiny to let him go. The Willards are serenaded by the loud boos of the faithful, neither of whom are phased. Gerard gives Eric another lecture about what's going on, but it wasn't seen, so nothing can be done.
Willard flips Gerry the bird as a response and almost draws him in, but he thinks better of it. Majors is held up as Willard tags Stormm back in. The Force of Nature nails an inverted STO, Flash Flood! Majors is rolled over.
1!
2!
He kicks out. Stormm snap mares him and this time locks a dragon sleeper in. Stormm cinches the pressure. Rick looks for an escape, but finds none and is nowhere near the ropes. Jason and Destiny yell for Rick to tap out. Gerard slaps the turnbuckle pad, which fires the faithful up to clap in cadence with him. Rick refuses to quit. Refuses to die. His name begins to get chanted. MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS!
A fired up Gerard Angelo requests those chants get louder. He has his hand held out, ready to leap in and go off on Stormm. Majors starts to show signs of life, but how much damage has been done? Stormm releases the submission. Rick is taken up and swung to the ropes. Stormm wraps his arms around his neck. Sleeperhold! No! Majors nails a jawbreaker, stunning the former North American champion.
Majors clings to his neck as he rolls and writhes. Gerard has his hand held out as far as he can stretch. Stormm goes to his own corner to tag Willard in. He quickly leap frogs the top rope. Majors is pulled up and blasted with an uppercut. He comes back with Believe in This! Both are down, but Majors is inches from a tag.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard is eager to get in there!
Ace Anderson: Majors probably thinks he's back in Toronto at this point.
Willard stirs to his senses with Destiny right there to assist him by putting his hands on the ropes. Majors scoots towards Gerard and...TAG! Willard is nearly upright when Gerry comes in to pepper him with strikes. Whip to the ropes, back body drop! Springboard dropkick to Stormm! Gerry returns to Willard. Clothesline, clothesline, clothesline. One Hit Wonder! Willard falls on the ropes. He comes back with Code 714!
Gerard is taken to a knee off the spinning back elbow, but Willard is still reeling from the savate kick. He shakes out the cobwebs and runs right into a spinebuster! Gerry brings him to his feet now. To the corner for ten turnbuckle smashes. Willard wobbles around, swinging at ten Gerard Angelo's, but never hitting the real one.
The Hollywood Hero goes for a powerbomb, but Stormm saves the day for his team with a missile dropkick! While Gerard is down, Willard is given the chance to tag out of danger. Stormm steps into the ring. A double arm underhook suplex is blocked and countered. Director's Cut! Stormm prevents him from transitioning into SOL.
Jerry Andrews: Great awareness by Stormm. Gerard was looking for his submission finisher.
Stormm follows through the block by working Gerard back up to his feet. Stormm wraps his left arm around Gerry's neck, leaning him backwards. With a handful of tights he lifts Gerard up from behind and falls backward with impact on the head and neck, Hangcloud DDT! Stormm has a pin.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Stormm buries a knee into the midsection following a short-arm Irish whip. He goes for a pumphandle only for Gerry to slip out behind him. Stormm is waistlocked. He counters the positioning. Willard blind tags himself in, but drops off the apron with Destiny getting in front to hide him. Gerry blocks a lift and turns Stormm over with a hip toss. Stormm sweeps the legs out. Both men get back up and double clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: 1-5 CONNECTION FROM WILLARD!
Willard's frog splash finisher drives the air out of Gerard and a pin is made. But there's one problem; the ref never saw the tag. Destiny angrily gets onto the apron, giving Eric Russo an earful. Willard clutches his midsection after standing. He joins his wife in arguing with Eric. She whispers something in his ear that puts a stop to the commotion. Whatever she said, his attention is placed on Stormm.
Destiny gets down. Jason drags Stormm to their corner and tags himself in. He pins Gerard again, but with a handful of tights for added leverage.
1!
2!
3!
NO! Gerry kicks out before the last count can be made. Willard sits up with eyes wide and temper rising. He begins accusing Eric of a slow count, then returns to the previous argument over the blind tag. Stormm tags himself back in, drawing the dirtiest of looks from his partner. Rick Majors pulls him out of the ring! Willard is beaten pillar to post and the crowd is loving every second of it.
Meanwhile, Stormm works Gerard over with a trio of suplexes. A fourth gets blocked. Gerard throws shots in the ribs to free himself. Stormm is kicked in the midsection, doubling him over. Gerry gets him up for Angel's Tears, but Stormm counters into a flip piledriver. Gerard is pulled to his feet.
Stormm sets him up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of Gerard's head, and Gerry's left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm grabs Gerry's left leg, but the Hollywood Hero fights the attempted finisher off. Stormm is whipped into a corner. Gerry charges in, ducks under the boots, repositions Stormm...ANGEL'S TEARS!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, did you hear the impact from that?!
Ace Anderson: Majors has Willard in the crowd somewhere. This could be trouble!
1!
2!
3! --- NO!
Stormm kicks out! The crowd has been electric for all of the action and sound split on the two superstars in the ring. Destiny is frantically looking for Jason, but is unable to find where in the crowd he and Majors are. Gerard is back on his feet. He hits the ropes with a springboard. It's a moonsault. Stunt Double! There's a pin.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Gerard was certain he had the three, but doesn't press the issue. Stormm is backed in the corner. Gerard gives him a quick pair of strikes. Stormm fires back and these shots have Gerard staggered. But he breaks out of that to hit Stormm with One Hit Wonder! The Force of Nature is spun around following it. Gerry slips under for an electric chair lift...
Jerry Andrews: This could be it!
Stormm uses the ropes to balk, but not only that, he uses his leg strength to squeeze Gerard's head, eventually flipping him over with a headscissors. Both men are down and getting the love and support of the faithful! The good times end as Jason Willard comes staggering over the rail. Then a sea of negative energy permeates the arena. Destiny rushes to his side. He looks like a man that has gone through hell.
He tries getting onto the apron but she resists in letting him. Inside of the ring, Gerard and Stormm begin to stir. Both get to their feet at about the same time. Now the exchanging of gifts without it being Christmas yet. Chop after chop. Haymaker after haymaker. Stomp after stomp. The two don't give an inch. Willard climbs into the ring! Gerard is spun around and clobbered with one of Destiny's shoes! This happens in front of the referee, which draws the automatic disqualification!! Stormm can't believe what just happened...
Sasha Greene: Here are your winners by disqualification, Gerard Angelo and Rick Majors!
Jerry Andrews: What in the world did he do that for??
Ace Anderson: He was willing to hand Stormm another loss at the expense of the team?
Jerry Andrews: Maybe Rick Majors knocked him silly. Who knows?!
Jason gives the shoe back to his wife and gives the bird to Stormm. The Force of Nature is justifiably upset over the way things ended. Willard's maniacal grin may shed some light on things. He starts to walk away to a chorus of boos. Stormm has had enough! Willard is grabbed from behind. Eye of the Stormm!! He has him trapped in a modified half nelson crossface arm lock!
CRACK!
That is until Destiny slams a chair as hard as absolutely possible to his head! With Stormm immobilized, she drops the weapon and helps Jason to his feet. They glare at Stormm. Through the pain, he requests her to hand him the chair. She does and then holds Justin steady for another whack.
But then, seemingly inevitably, the arena is smothered by lights of a sickly shade of yellow. A pulsing pestilence, but with no musical accompaniment. Even so, everyone knows what this signifies. No one more so than Justin Michaels.
Jerry Andrews: The main event may have just ended, folks, but it looks like we’re not finished here yet! I don’t hear the song, but that’s Grimm’s entrance!
Knowing what is to come, the Willards have a change of heart. They leave well enough alone, slip out of the ring, and skedaddle. Stormm stands but rests his hands on his knees. Breathing heavy, he looks up at the entrance. His expression says, “Now this?”
Yes, that. The lean silhouette emerges in the lights. The Lord of Misrule steps onto the ramp but moves no further. He does, however, hold that dastardly shovel in his left hand.
Ace Anderson: Notice he waited until after the match to make his appearance. Grimm wanted these teams to win or lose on their own merits. He saw no reason to run down and make a spectacle of himself at the cost of a fair fight. Say what you will about Grimm, he’s always been on the up-and-up in that regard.
Jerry Andrews: Or maybe he just wanted to wait until all the damage had been done…but, anyway, he’s here now, letting Stormm know The Hangtown Horror is on alert. Grimm is ready for whatever comes his way – not that there was ever any doubt.
Grimm raises the shovel in one hand and points it towards the ring. He holds it steady, unwavering, with that frosted-over stare of confirmed resolution. The ring may have only a few moments ago been filled with past victims of the Harvest – with some more recent than others – but there’s no question as to whom the Lord of Misrule is here to see. Yet still he stands as an unmoving omen of what is to come.
Stormm, on the other hand, is not quite so collected. He…well, he lurches upright and storms around the ring, then makes to rush this interloper. Recent assault or not, this cannot stand. But right at the ropes, he stops. Given his current condition, and given the fact the target of his anger is wielding a weapon with which he is quite skilled, the odds are not in Justin Michaels’ favor. So, yes, he stops. And flashes that familiar Force of Nature smirk. He stands there, and with his hands makes the universal gesture for ‘that title belt of yours is going to be around my waist soon enough.’
You know the one.
Grimm remains at the top of the ramp. No eye has seen…no ear has heard…no mind has conceived that which the Hangtown Horror has prepared for his opponents. But be that as it may…he slowly lowers the shovel. With a tilt of the head, he nods at the man in the ring. Sooner or later, they will clash. But not tonight.
- CLICK -
