Post by Rick Majors on Oct 24, 2019 22:51:24 GMT -5
 Pure Class Wrestling Trauma: All Hallows' Eve Thursday October 24th, 2019 T the Pure Class Arena is completely sold-out and fully decorated for the All Hallows Eve event on Trauma. "This is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson plays as the crowd cheers. "Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright" The song fades out, but neither Jason Andrews or Ace Anderson have time to speak before "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal starts blaring on the PA speakers. David Hunter steps out, wearing blue jeans, black and white converse, a black t-shirt with the dark blue outline of a heart on it, and a dark gray suit jacket. His North American Championship is around his waist. He's got a microphone in his hand. He is smirking, playing to the crowds' negativity. As the beat drops, David punches the air, turning around. The sound of a needle being drug across a record can be heard, allowing the music to transition into "Spiders" by Billy Corgan. Holden Ross next steps out of the curtain, a microphone in his hand as well. His Underground Championship sits atop his right shoulder. He is clad in a black Marshawn Lynch Raiders jersey, a pair of baggy black Dickies, and a pair of all black Chuck's. The two champions lock eyes before meeting fists. As Holden raises the mic to his mouth, he begins to speak. The music is quick to fade. Holden Ross: I don’t have a lot to say so I’ll make this quick; you are looking at the victors of tonight’s six man spectacular. Fresh off of a historic Rumble in which Gerard Angelo became the first person to be back-to-back rumble winner. He joins David, here, the greatest North American Champion in company history and myself, the Underground King of Ultraviolence. We will soon hold every belt this place has to offer. Stormm is what is known as a “transitional champ.” And here shortly, the greatest trio in the sport faces a past his prime punching bag, a ring rat, and poor excuse for a World Champ….this is going to be a worse slaughter than when Turkey rolled into Syria a week ago… At this point, the two begin making their way into the ring with Holden taking the stairs and David sliding under the bottom rope. Once David is in, he picks up right where Holden left off. The crowds' jeers have not stopped. David Hunter: And despite what some people in the back might think...we don't need each other to win matches. In case you've forgotten, Holden Ross beat Razor Blade by his damn self. In case you've forgotten, I beat Dominator...by my damn self. No, we're not together for the sole purpose of unity...we're together...because we want to be. It's just a nice added flavor that victory is more than assured...when Pandæmonium...is afoot. David lowers the mic, allowing the crowd's boos to continue. David smirks once again. He takes his championship off his waist, raising it up high with his right hand while the left raises the mic. Holden raises his own championship above his head. David Hunter: I'm sorry, but who are any of you people? Who are any of you never-will-be's in the back? Are you champions? Did you just win the Deadly Rumble for the second year in the row? No? Then shut up, and listen, because this unit is not yet complete. So ladies and gentlemen...jack-asses and jabronies...give it up...for the number one contender...for the PCW World Championship...The Hollywood Hero........GERARD....ANGELO! David drops his mic, pointing towards the stage. The lights go low as “Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA system, the crowd giving the loudest boos so far. Light on the stage flash to the opening drum beats as PCW stagehands roll out a literal red carpet down the ramp. A spotlight blasts down onto the stage and Gerard Angelo steps into it, dressed in a dark blue suit and tie, along with his trademark sunglasses, causing the crowd to intensify their booing. He’s holding a mic in one hand and his Icey Award for “Most Loved” in the other. He has a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp in the spotlight, extending his arms as he soaks in the jeers. The house lights come on and he strides down the ramp along the red carpet. In the crowd, he sees signs consisting of “Why, Gerry? Why?”, “Gerard Sold Out”, and “Hollywood Zero”. Angelo reaches the ringside and places his Icey Award on the apron, callously shoving it under the bottom rope. Gerry takes the stairs and steps into the ring through the top and middle rope. He looks at David and Holden, giving them a big grin as he bro hugs each in turn. “The Hollywood Hero” takes his place in the middle between his two new buddies as Kanye’s voice fades out, being replaced by the boos of the Faithful. Gerard brings the mic to his lips, causing the crowd to boo even louder as if that was even possible. Gerard laughs along with Hunter and Ross before trying again. The crowd seems to want to top itself by booing even louder. They stop only for a loud “ASSHOLE!” chant to take its place. Gerry mouths “I can stay out here all night” before lifting the mic again to his lips and pushing through the crowd. Gerard Angelo: For nearly two weeks, all I’ve been getting is texts on my phone and mentions on social media, asking me one question. And that question was “Why?” Why would I turn my back on the PCW Faithful? Why would I go against everything I stood for? Why did I change? Gerard pauses, letting the question hang out there. Gerard Angelo: Well, I’ll tell you, I’m still the same person I’ve always been I didn’t change. You ALL did. You did what you always do. Throw your support behind someone until a new shiny toy shows up. That’s what happened. You latched onto me and my story of climbing up the ranks of PCW through adversity until I reached the top of the company. And then you cast me aside because you needed a new story to invest in. Fickle. The crowd boos this as Gerry shakes his head. Gerard Angelo: You can boo all you want, but you know damn well that I speak the truth. I came out here night after night, week after week and busted my ass for all of you. I came back early from a knee injury to perform, putting my career in jeopardy. And for what? So you could grow bored of me after a few months? You did the same thing to Kyle Shane with me. You did the same thing to me with Grimm. And you just did the same to Grimm with Stormm. The only thing is I saw the forest for the trees. Gerard pulls his shades off as he starts to grow angrier, his lips turned into a scroll as he stares daggers out at the fans continuing to boo. Gerard Angelo: You people don’t care about wrestlers. You sit there on your fat, hillbilly, asses yelling “Entertain us, clowns” as we shed blood, sweat, and tears. You don’t appreciate anything us wrestlers do for you, because you’re selfish. You don’t appreciate me. You don’t appreciate that you are staring at the face of greatness. Look at everything I’ve accomplished in my short time here in Pure Class Wrestling. I’ve done things that people only dream of doing! I’ve main evented every single Pay-Per-View for an entire year. I beat the most dominant World Champion in company history to become champion. I’m the only person to win back to back Deadly Rumbles. I’m the god damned Tom Brady of professional wrestling! This gets another chorus of boos from the Faithful as Gerard smirks. Gerard Angelo: But I found people who appreciate me. Gerard gestures to both David Hunter and Holden Ross. Gerard Angelo: These two men right here, they appreciate me. They show me respect. They respect the living legend that is Gerard Angelo. I’ve been doing this for nearly twenty years, and I know talent when I see it. These two athletes standing next to me are the future of this company and the future of this business. Both of them are second-generation stars. Holden Ross- He gestures to the massive Underground King. Gerard Angelo: -is violence personified. The champion of the Underground Division. Three-Hundred and twenty-five pounds of solid muscle and destruction. He’s a walking natural f***ing disaster. And the unstoppable beast that I’m proud to call my friend. Gerry gestures to David Hunter. Gerard Angelo: David Hunter. The North American Champion. One of the brightest young stars in the business. Like me, he had to force his opportunities and he’s taken every single one of them by the balls. He sent Kyle Shane riding into the sunset with his tail between his legs. He proved that Dominator doesn’t live up to his namesake. Cunning and ruthless, and again, I’m proud to call him my friend. Alone, we are some of the absolute top stars in all of PCW. Them two together is the best damn tag team in PCW. And then you add me. One of the greatest of all time, taking two young bulls under my wing. Together we are unstoppable. Like David said, and as much as some people want to try and push their narrative, we don’t need to join forces, we want to join forces. Gerard points in turn to Holden, David, and himself. Gerard Angelo: Together we are going to bring about the proper change that PCW needs to move into the future. PCW is dying. It is relying too much on relics of the past. Pure Class Wrestling needs to be burned to the ground so a fresh new vision can rise from the ashes like a mighty phoenix. And we are the catalyst. It is just a matter of time before Gerard Angelo is the World Champion, and then we will hold all the power in this damn company. And there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. Not PCW management. Not crybaby Brenna Gordon. Not broken Rick Majors. And not that relic Justin Michaels. The crowd boos loudly once again, impressive that they are still going strong. Gerard walks over and picks up the Icey Award. He steps back and looks at it for a bit. Gerard Angelo: Once upon a time, I thought I should care about what other people think of me. Once upon a time, I thought that being loved by the fans was all that mattered. So long as I left a lasting impression on all of you, it would be enough. But I’ve seen the light now. All that matters in this world of wrestling is checks and championships. The late Al Davis said it best. “Just win, baby.” My new attitude is already paying dividends. Gerard throws the Icey on the ground. He lifts his leg and drives the heel of his twelve thousand dollar shoes through the Award, shattering it into pieces. The crowd gives a shocked reaction as David and Holden laugh. Gerard Angelo: How’s that for an impression? We are the future. And the future is Pandæmonium. Gerry drops the mic and grabs both David and Holden’s wrist lifting them high as “Amazing” plays over the jeers and “YOU SUCK!” chants.  As Trauma returns, we are finally greeted by Jerry Andrews (who is dressed as a 70s disco star) and Ace Anderson (who is dressed as a wizard). Jerry Andrews: Well folks, welcome to Trauma. I'm Jerry "That 70s Guy" Andrews and with me is Wizard Ace Anderson! Ace Anderson: "That 70s Guy?" I would have went with "Disco Jerry." Jerry Andrews: Either way, we've got quite a show for you today, so let's get started with our first match! Sasha Greene (dressed as a raccoon): It's the Great Pumpkin, PCW, and this match is scheduled for one fall! A makeshift pumpkin patch has been constructed around the ring. They stand various sizes and several feature your typical faces, but others have those of PCW superstars. Sasha Greene: From Orlando, Florida. He weighs 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE! "The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston hits as 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: And his opponent! 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. Sasha Greene: From Salisbury, England. Weighing 365 lbs... 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. It's the Great Pumpkin, PCW DING!Dominator vs Razor Blade Referee: Undead Referee DING! DING! Dominator is well aware of who Razor's biggest supporter is and all that does is fuel his rage even more than is already being felt. Just as the giant makes a move, Razor stuns him with a leaping Superman punch! Razor bounces off the ropes and attempts a spear, but the end result is like hitting a brick wall. Dominator wastes precious little time to hit the ropes himself... Jerry Andrews: Force of Time! Ace Anderson: I don't like how Bic landed there. He's folded like a chair. Jerry Andrews (confused): Bic? Ace Anderson: Do you not shave? Dominator gets himself two handfuls of hair. Razor Blade is yanked way off the mat, then is sent flipping over the top rope. Dominator shows impressive agility for a man of his size with a leapfrog right out to the floor. Razor Blade gets shouldered into a row of pumpkins like he were being bullied against lockers. The Zenith pulls the damaged pumpkins away, repurposing them as dual wield weapons to clobber Razor with. The seed guts are wiped off the floor and smeared all over Razor's face. The former Underground champion fights back with an uppercut, but Dominator decides to hip toss him against the ring post. Dominator loses his attention for a moment, even as Horacio offers the amount of time being spent, spotting the David Hunter pumpkin in his immediate vicinity. His large fist punches a massive hole in the squash, reducing it to nothing more than a mess. Dominator returns to Razor Blade. A palm strike connects to the ribs, slightly getting Dominator to hunch over. A second palm strike hits him between the eyes. Jerry Andrews: Razor is no stranger to Dominator. He knows he's in for a fight and--- Ace Anderson: He knows he's on borrowed time. Go ahead and say it. Razor Blade starts throwing pumpkins at Dominator. They hit, and appear to have varying degrees of damage done, but Dominator has something for him in the form of a big boot. Dominator retrieves the great pumpkin and boy is it large, both in width and height. The Temporal King lifts it, but it's so wide that he can't get his arms entirely around. He brings it crashing down on Razor's torso. Unsatisfied, he lifts Razor up in the air by ONE hand, then drives him completely through with a chokeslam. Action returns to the ring following that. Razor is hoisted across Dominator's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Oklahoma Slam! Jerry Andrews: Razor just slipped behind him! Dominator turns and finds Razor Blade has his own level of strength. He manages to get him in a fireman's carry...samoan drop! Horacio slams his hands on the mat in a frantic effort to get Dominator going again. Razor rolls underneath the bottom rope. He sets a small pumpkin next to Dominator's head. Razor gives himself enough clearance for a running start. Drive by running dropkick! Dominator rolls away from the ropes. He doesn't remain down for long, but Razor still gives him a series of stomps and strikes. Dominator shoves him to the ropes with a single hand. ANACHRONISM! Dominator leaves the ring to go fetch himself mid-sized pumpkins. They are lined in a row back inside of the ring. Razor is pulled up and driven through them with an even more impactful ANACHRONISM! The final blow against the defenseless Razor Blaze is BUTTERFLY EFFECT through the second largest pumpkin supplied. Then, and only then, does Dominator make the cover. His stare at the camera is for a certain North American Champion. 1. 2. 3. The bell is rung. "Wave of Darkness" by Garik Wheeler hits once more. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Dominator! Jerry Andrews: I think that's what you'd call making a statement. Ace Anderson: David and Holden are scheduled for a match later with their new ally, Gerard Angelo...this could just be an appetizer to the full course meal. Backstage, Rick Majors is standing with Shane Dodge. Shane Dodge: Rick Majors, thank you for joining me. I just wanted to quickly ask you about your night at Deadly Intentions. First, you defeated Jason Willard.... Rick Majors: Yes, and that was definitely a big moment for me. After two and a half years of torment, I finally gave him everything he deserved. It feels like a huge weight is off my back. Shane Dodge: That's great. And then you entered the Deadly Rumble match. You were not victorious, but you were in the match for a long time and you absorbed a lot of punishment. Rick Majors: I've absorbed punishment for like 25 years, Shane. Shane Dodge: That may be true, but what I want to ask is, what sort of condition are you in going into that huge six-person tag match tonight? Are you 100%? Rick Majors: Of course not. But, like I said, I've been hurt for most of my career and it hasn't stopped me yet. Thanks Shane. Before Dodge can ask another question, Rick Majors turns and leaves. The show then heads to commercial. As Trauma returns, David Hunter is seen backstage, dressed to compete. He's standing in the PCW hallway, microphone in hand and North American Championship around his waist. David Hunter: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the North American Champion, David Hunter. David lowers the mic, allowing the crowd the chance to boo. David Hunter: David, you have been a roll since you took out Kyle Shane and Sicko, but what the hell happened at Deadly Premonintion? What the hell allowed you to be taken out by a woman and choke in the final three? David asks this while staring into the camera. He takes a few moments before responding. David Hunter: Well first of all, David, cut the sexist shit, alright? A competitor is a competitor. It doesn't matter if they're a female, it doesn't matter if they're bleeding out, it doesn't matter if they have one leg, and it doesn't matter if they're blind. If they're out there as a competitor, I should treat them just as fairly as anyone else. It wouldn't have mattered if it was Brenna Gordon or Lee Rumbles or Rick Majors in the final two, the result would have been the same. David lowers the mic, tilting his head a bit. David Hunter: But David, what if it was Razor Blade? David shakes his head, a smirk crossing his lips. David Hunter: I would've been proud and loved to watch him try and beat Gerard. But no, the fact remains that it was Brenna Gordon, and it doesn't matter if she's a female or not, if she weighs a hundred pounds with a dumbbell in both hands or not, the only thing that matters...is that she was the victim. She was the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wouldn't have mattered if it was Holden or Gerard or me in the final two with her. No matter who of it that it happened to be...the result would've still been Pandæmonium. The word, used now for a second time tonight, gets the crowd to react negatively. David Hunter: David, why are you here alone without your partners? David shakes his head once again. David Hunter: To prove that even if we're all in this together like East High, this is still just an alliance for the betterment of ourselves. Gerard and I? We're not friends. We might grow to become them, but right now, we're business partners. I might trust Holden now more than ever, but we don't hang out with each other outside of this show. We don't hang out with each other and roll blunts or train or lift weights together. The three of us know this is a beneficial...business...partnership. And you can call us hyenas, you can call us cowards for using the numbers advantage to get ahead, but don't for a second enter that ring, get as far as you did, and call the fucking female card like it still means anything in this day and age. David raises the mic, but he lowers it with his left hand. Just as quickly, he lifts it back up. David Hunter: Know the last female that I messed with? Yeah...she hasn't been seen since after what Holden and I did to her. So tonight, this main event isn't about proving we're a unit, it isn't about proving if we're legit, it isn't about proving anything. It's a statement. It's a promise. No matter what PCW thinks they can give us...it doesn't matter anymore. So long as we're a trio, the only thing that matters is...this one mantra... David takes his championship off his waist, holding it in front of the camera. David Hunter: He who holds all the gold...holds the power. Well PCW...look who has the gold. David drops the mic to the floor, walking off-screen. The shot then cuts to..... SOMEWHERE NEAR GREENVILLE... A PCW ring constructed in the center of a spooky cornfield. An ominous haunted house appears in the background, along with multiple scarecrows propped up in the field. Everything has been sectioned off by iron fencing. The ring itself is festooned in oranges, blacks, and browns, along with cobwebs around the ring ropes and jack-o-lantern faces on the turnbuckles. Match on Haunted Hill Jason Willard vs Grimm Referee: Ghost Referee The audience is sparse for this spectacle. Instead of chairs being provided, bales of hay are sat on. There are speakers set up on the property. The referee is dressed like a ghost, but there's no ring announcer. There is a cold temperature, however, and it's only getting colder. On the way to the haunted house, Jason Willard is heard reciting a popular Halloween rhyme with Lucy called "Five Little Pumpkins Sitting On A Gate." Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate, First one said "Oh my, it's getting late!" Second one said "There are witches in the air," Third one said "but we don't care!" Fourth one said "Let's run and run and run." Fifth one said "I'm ready for some fun!" "Ooo ooo" went the wind, and out went the lights, And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight. The holiday spirit is not lost on them. Lucy is dressed like June Cleaver, while Jason is dressed like Frankenstein's Monster. In his right hand is a plastic pumpkin bucket that is partially filled with candy. His left hand is being held by his protective mother. Just as they approach the wooden porch steps, Jason decides to stop in his tracks. "The boogeyman lives in there, mommy. Why does he want to eat me? I'm not food." He now sits on the steps and begins to pet the black cat prop for therapeutic reasons. Lucy crouches in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees. "Why sweetheart, what ever put such a thought in your head? Did somebody say something to you?" "Well, no...not exactly. But there are stories of people being fed to him. Many stories!" She smiles. "Shh. Stories like that aren't real, darling. They're just meant to scare others. Not only that, the only person who could ever eat you is me!" Her lips leave a colorful print on where his head is under the sheet. "Shall we go inside?" "To take out things that go bump in the night?!" Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. The sound of that makes Jason stand straight up. A lone silhouette is spotted filling the windows that are passed by. There is a noise disturbance from within, but it can't quite be made out. "The boogeyman is hungry for a snack!" Jason proclaims. "Can't he eat candy instead??" To calm her son down and show him his mind is playing tricks and blocking out childhood memories, Lucy opens up the door to show that nothing but spooky decorations are inside. Jason remains unsure about things, even as she leads him in. "See? Nothing can hurt you. I wouldn't let them." Words as comforting as a warm security blanket. The usual round of skeletons, witches, cobwebs, and other assorted symbols of Halloween are present and accounted for. Jason spots a plastic bowl of candy to his immediate right and does as the sign tells him. TAKE ONE He also is startled by a severed hand buried underneath. "Ah! Leftovers!" The prop is chucked as far as can be thrown. The most important thing is that it's no longer in sight. Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. Lucy has already gone through the process of tearing down every decoration she can. The only one that remains erected is the black cobweb blocking off the top of the stairs. A rather large fake spider sits in the center. Up four steps are pieces of candy sitting on glow in the dark writing. As each piece is collected like sweetened treasure, the eerie message is revealed to be a rhyme: It reads: 1, 2, Grimm is going to get you. 3, 4, You won't see your mommy anymore. 5, 6, These aren't Halloween tricks. 7, 8, He's sealed your fate. 9, 10, The fun can begin Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. Jason lifts his head to see The Hangtown Horror standing behind the arachnid. But is it really him? Or just another trick of the mind? The childlike Willard doesn't stand around to find out, convincing himself that Grimm is in the process of removing the obstacle in his way! "MOMMY! MOMMY! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!" Jason sheds his mask and fiddles with the front door. "It won't open!!" Lucy spots darkness descending the stairs. There is a quick flash of silver. Lucy takes her son by the hand and leads him in a game of "which door will open?" Only one is willing to accommodate: The back door. Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees echoes through the haunted house with window lights turning everything cotton candy colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. Stage fog has been provided to closely simulate his arena entrance. While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, Lucy guides Jason by his right hand to the ring. He crouches behind her still overwhelmingly convinced Grimm is in pursuit. Lucy is shown in conversation with the ghost referee. The usually chipper woman is animated in speech, but what she's saying isn't able to be heard. That's when the lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the property has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the night sky. The generators stop working. The only light now is from the moon in the sky. One of those scarecrows is no longer on its perch... Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. A lone silhouette steps inside of the ring...The generator strains to bring the lights back on. Lucy turns to find GRIMM standing in the ring. "BOO!" Grimm nearly scares them out of their costumes with that. Lucy puts herself between the competitors, ready to do whatever she has to do to protect her child. Peeking ever so slightly from around her waist, Jason offers his pumpkin bucket to Grimm like a trade for his life. The Lord of Misrule is not moved by the offering nor is he moving from where he stands. He does, however, pose a question. "Aren't you supposed to ask me something?" There are indicators that Jason is beginning to realize his fears were unfounded. Plus he gets to keep his candy! He stands up. "Trick or treat!" Grimm puts something in his bucket. Jason reaches inside and takes out a sepia photograph. It smells like autumn, but also has a few scents that may be native to nature in Hangtown. The image is a bloody shovel. The very one used...well, you know. "Trick." Lucy calmly asks for the photo. It's torn into pieces and thrown in Grimm's face. Jason swings his bucket at him, but winds up taking a massive headbutt, knocking him into Lucy as they both fall from the ring. Sensing danger, Grimm pulls out his signature shovel from under the ring, ready to bury anyone foolish enough to interfere. There is a loud disturbance from within the cornfield. The head of a teddy bear is spotted making a path to the ring. Cornstalks snap and break like bones as a near seven footer dressed in costume arrives. Despite the difference in size and height, it's no match for Grimm. His shovel is put to good use without discrimination. Fabric rips and stuffing spills like the guts of broken pumpkins. Howls of pain are nothing more than an ambient soundtrack as Grimm does what Grimm has done best his entire career. When he's finished, the bear falls back inside of the corn field. Grimm's glacial stare shifts just as Jason Willard delivers a knockout with Little Boy Blue. Grimm doesn't immediately go down, but he does fall. He's then pulled over to a human sized toy box and put inside with his shovel accessory. "Mommy says that when I'm done playing with my toys to put them away." Jason says holding his head. Lucy gets the pleasure of closing the lid and locking it. "And why is that?" "So they don't get broken and I don't get hurt!" Lucy nods with a smile. "Happy Halloween, my precious Jason." She tends to the mark on his head. "Come along now. There's still a piece of candy for you. Why yes, I do believe you deserve a treat!" Grimm's hand breaks through the top of the lid. The footage freezes on that for a final shot. As the show returns, we are at ringside. It looks.... normal. There is nothing special set up for our next contest. In fact, all six competitors are already waiting in the ring, but there's no referee. No one is quite sure what to do next. This hasn't been a normal night and it seems wrong to have a normal match. Suddenly, there's an explosion of flames and, seemingly rising up from under the stage, is a Hellish Referee. The official's appearance is too Satanic to describe. No one could even try. The Hellish Referee trudges down to the ring and speaks to Sasha Greene. She recoils at first, but eventually listens. And then speaks. Sasha Greene: "The following match is the 'Nightmare at Pure Class Arena!'" The crowd cheers, despite not knowing what that means exactly. Sasha Greene: "The match will start as a standard six-person tag team contest. However, at some point in the evening, the nightmare will begin." Jerry Andrews: Huh? What does that mean? The bell rings. A Nightmare at Pure Class Arena Gerard Angelo, David Hunter (PCW North American ©) & Holden Ross (PCW Underground 👑) vs Stormm (PCW World ©), Brenna Gordon & Rick Majors Referee: Hellish Referee The match starts off with David Hunter in the ring for his team, so Brenna Gordon wants in for her side. Jerry Andrews: It looks like Brenna Gordon wants some revenge for what happened to her during the Deadly Rumble! Ace Anderson: Can you blame her? Jerry Andrews: No, of course not. She could be number one contender now if it wasn’t for Hunter attacking her. As soon as David Hunter sees Brenna in the ring, he smiles and walks out, letting Holden Ross start the match. Jerry Andrews: And the mind games have begun already! The bell rings and Brenna rushes at Holden, trying to hit him with a running knee. He grabs her out of mid-air and slams her down to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Pulling her up, he throws her into the corner. As he walks towards her, she gets both feet up and kicks him right in the face, staggering him. Brenna quickly gets to the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a double axe handle to the head that takes the big man down. She quickly hits him with a leg drop before pulling him over to her corner. Gordon throws Ross into the corner and then tags in Stormm. The two quickly double team their opponent before the Hellish Referee orders Brenna Gordon to leave the ring. Not wanting to temp such a bizarre official, Gordon complies. Ace Anderson: I wasn’t sure how this makeshift team of Gordon, Stormm, and Majors would work together, but they seem to be functioning as a team in the early going. Stormm stomps on Holden Ross in the corner. He then pulls him up, only to take him back down with a short-arm clothesline. Stormm then hits an elbow drop and locks Ross in a side headlock, trying to wear him down. Ross fights out of it, and he tosses Stormm into the corner. Stormm immediately runs out of it, but he’s dropped to the mat by a big boot from the Underground King. Ross then heads to his corner and he tags Hunter into the match. Ross holds Stormm up and Hunter delivers several hard right hands to the World Champion’s midsection. He then hits him with a harsh forearm to the face and Ross lets Stormm fall to the mat. Hunter mounts him and unloads with several punches to the face. The Hellish Referee warns him about using a closed fist, and Hunter tells him off, seemingly not worried about tempting the demonic official. Jerry Andrews: Can I just say this referee creeps me out? Ace Anderson: If you’re creeped out now, wait until “the nightmare” begins. Jerry Andrews: What does that even mean? Ace Anderson: We’ll have to wait and see. Hunter pulls Stormm up, and Stormm unleashes a big knee to the stomach, doubling him over. He then grabs him and delivers a big German suplex to the North American Champion. Stormm then throws his opponent into his team’s corner and tags in Rick Majors. Majors pulls Hunter up, but Hunter hits him with a chin breaker and staggers him. David Hunter now grabs Majors and drops him with a dragon suplex. As Majors struggles to get to his feet, Hunter hits him with a missile drop kick to the head. David Hunter then scoops him up and slams him down to the mat, before tagging in Gerard Angelo. Angelo enters the match and he immediately clotheslines Majors down to the mat, sending him back down much more quickly than he got up. Angelo then pulls him up and powerbombs him down to the mat. Angelo goes for a cover, but Stormm rushes into the ring and breaks it up at two. This sends Ross and Hunter into the ring, which means Gordon runs in as well. Jerry Andrews: Well… I can’t say this wasn’t expected! Gordon brawls with Hunter while Stormm and Angelo trade hands. Holden Ross pulls the battered Rick Majors up from the mat and hits him with a pumphandle driver. The referee is able to use his overall hellishness to gain control of the match again, and we have Angelo and Majors as the only competitors in the ring once more. Gerard Angelo pulls Majors up and he throws him into the corner. He then runs in and clotheslines him hard. He pulls the staggered Majors out, dropping him with a DDT. Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors looks completely lifeless in this match. Ace Anderson: He went through that brutal match with Jason Willard at Deadly Intentions and then put in gruelling performance in the Deadly Rumble. I’m surprised he can even move here tonight. Jerry Andrews: He’s not moving right now. Ace Anderson: If I were him, given how he looks right now, I wouldn’t have even shown up for this match. Jerry Andrews: Yeah, right. Can you imagine how upset people would be if Majors didn’t show up tonight? What would his excuse be? That he forgot!? How ridiculous would that be? Ace Anderson: Yeah, you’re right. Angelo stomps on Majors before dragging him over to the corner and tagging in Holden Ross. Ross pulls Majors up and drives him down with a World’s Strongest Slam. He then pulls him up and…. The lights in the arena go out. Jerry Andrews: What is going on? The crowd instinctively cheers, but the cheers soon turn to screams as eerie shrieking is heard throughout the building. The lights rapidly flash on and off for a moment before everyone is plunged into darkness once again. Ace Anderson: Jerry, hold me. Slowly light returns to the building, but only in the form of several candles which has apparently been set up along the entranceway. The shrieking is ear-piercing now. Ace Anderson: Jerry? Jerry? Where are you? What’s happening!? Suddenly, there’s a loud explosion and sparks fly out of the ringposts. The candles are blown out and the lights come back on, at about half of the brightness they were before they went out. There’s a thin fog throughout the building. Ace Anderson: Am I alive? Hello? Jerry? Inside the ring and around the ring are weapons: tables, chairs, brooms, 2x4s, and much more. The Hellish Referee is now standing outside the ring. The freakish figure speaks, its voice low and strained. “WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE!!!!!” The lights flicker once more. “You must now face your fears. As you can see, around the ring and ringside area are some toys. Do with them as you wish. There are no rules any longer. There is only pain. The nightmare will only end when someone screams for it to stop. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!” They oblige. Holden Ross grabs a steel chair and cracks it across Rick Majors’ back. Brenna Gordon, armed with a 2x4, strikes David Hunter in the back. Stormm grabs a chair of his own and swings it at Gerard Angelo. Angelo blocks it with the trash can he’s holding and then kicks Stormm in the stomach. He then quickly grabs him and DDTs the champion onto the can! Ace Anderson: All hell has broken loose here!!! Jerry Andrews: Ummm.. yeah… I saw all of that. Wow. Ace Anderson: Were you hiding under our table? Jerry Andrews: ….. maybe. Brenna Gordon grabs David Hunter and she throws him out of the ring. She then charges at him, but he dodges out of the way and she collides with the steel steps. Hunter picks up a broom from the ringside area and breaks it across her back! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! Meanwhile, Angelo pulls Stormm up, but Stormm hits him with a punch to the midsection. He then sets him up and connects with a DDT of his own! Stormm now sets up a table in the corner. He pulls Angelo up…. and then throws him right through the table! Ace Anderson: THAT TABLE JUST EXPLODED!!! Holden Ross smiles and he drives the chair into Majors’ spine again. And again. And again. He then pulls his opponent up and drops him with the Sins of the Father RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR!!! Jerry Andrews: NO! He could have just broken his neck! Ross immediately goes for the cover, but the Hellish Referee doesn’t count. Instead, he laughs evilly. Jerry Andrews: Why isn’t he counting…? Ace Anderson: Wait… he said the nightmare would only end when someone screamed for it to stop. Does that mean you have to win by submission? Jerry Andrews: This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen. We have to figure out the rules as we go? Holden Ross doesn’t waste any time and he continues to brutalize Majors in the corner. On the outside of the ring, David Hunter sets Brenna Gordon up for a suplex, but she reverses it and sends him down to the mat. She then grabs the 2x4 from inside the ring and stands on the apron with it. As Hunter rises to his feet, she clocks him right in the head with it! Jerry Andrews: That’s disgusting! Ace Anderson: David Hunter is a bloody mess now! Stormm pulls up the downed Angelo and he drags him away from the shattered table. He sets him up, but Angelo blocks it. He then steps back and hits a super kick right to the face! He grabs a chair now and swings it at Stormm. Stormm ducks and tackles Angelo. Both men fall through the ropes to the outside… where Brenna Gordon pounces on Angelo! Stormm and Gordon double team the Hollywood Hero until Holden Ross makes the save, but slamming a trash can into Gordon’s back. Stormm turns to face Ross, but somehow David Hunter is still moving and he hits the World Champion with a big boot! Jerry Andrews: This is absolute chaos! Ross returns to the ring, where Majors is trying to get to his feet. Holden takes him down with a big clothesline. He then starts to choke him with the broomstick! Gordon tries to run into the ring to break up the assault, but Angelo grabs her leg. Stormm attempts to free her, but he’s tackled by David Hunter. Ace Anderson: There’s no one who can save Rick Majors! Jerry Andrews: And he’s getting the life choked out of him! Majors screams out in pain and finally taps. The Hellish Referee laughs, but he does not call for the bell. Jerry Andrews: Isn’t that it? He’s submitting. The referee laughs again and then finally signals for the bell, Holden keeps the hold on for several seconds and then the lights go out again. Jerry Andrews: What now!? Ace Anderson: Did the referee want Holden to keep choking Majors for longer? Did Holden Ross win the match? Jerry Andrews: I think he did. And I think our official likes seeing people in pain. When the lights come back on, the referee is gone. The ringside area has been cleaned up and no more weapons can be seen in or around the ring. The fog has cleared. Holden Ross can be seen standing above a lifeless Majors. The bell rings once more and Sasha Greene speaks. “The winners of this match: Holden Ross, David Hunter, and Gerard Angelo!!!” Jerry Andrews: I guess the nightmare is over. Ace Anderson: Until I fall asleep tonight. Jerry Andrews: You’re going to be able to sleep after that! Hunter and Angelo join Ross in the ring as PCW officials rush out to check on Majors. Gordon and Stormm remain on the outside, looking up at the threesome inside the ring, their eyes filled with rage. Jerry Andrews: Look at those three men right there! They’re certainly… WOAH! Suddenly, Stormm rushes into the ring! He attacks Angelo. Brenna Gordon isn’t far behind! She takes Hunter down! However, Holden Ross is free and he gets the advantage for his side, striking Gordon with a big clothesline. Stormm attacks him, but eventually the numbers wins out. First Gordon and then Stormm are beaten down and thrown from the ring. Ace Anderson: Stormm and Gordon tried, but look at what they’re up against! Not only was it three against two, but those three are certainly all on the same page! Jerry Andrews: And it’s definitely a painful page! Gerard Angelo, David Hunter, and Holden Ross stand tall as the show comes to a close. - CLICK - That isn't it. The screen crackles back to life. We're in the backstage area now. Shuffling and moaning are heard. Undead figures stagger into view. There are at least a hundred of them, filling the hallways of the Pure Class Arena. It's time. It's time. They can't wait any longer. They need it. They crave it. It's time. It's time. ZOMBIE DANCE PARTY!!!!!! |
