Trauma 262 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday November 21st, 2019

Trauma hits the air and, as per usual, the PCW Faithful are going crazy!

Jerry Andrews: Welcome once again to PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and we're so happy that you've joined us tonight.

Ace Anderson: What a show we have for you this evening. In fact, I'm being told not to waste any time! Here's Sasha Greene in the ring, ready to introduce our first match!

Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Orlando Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston hits. Razor 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.

Jerry Andrews: At the last Trauma, he faced the #1 contender to the World Title. This week he gets the champ himself! By overwhelming demand by the PCW faithful I might add!

Ace Anderson: I'd love to see when the official poll was conducted. Razor Blade has more of a chance of David Hunter getting into his pants, than he does of walking away victorious.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent!

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 Green: Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand.

Sasha Green: He is the Force of Nature...AND PCW WORLD CHAMPION... 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.

Non-Title Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr

DING!
DING!
DING!

Razor is already making the title belt motion, not realizing this is a non-title match. In fact, the belt is a no-show this time out. Stormm doesn't acknowledge Razor's insinuation, instead he simply catches Razor's sudden spear attempt with a front face lock. Razor is wrestled down to the mat from this position, but he's able to press himself back up.

Stormm puts his right knee in the midsection to derail Razor Blade. Stormm attempts a swinging neckbreaker, but Razor has other ideas. He locks up Stormm's arms and goes for a backslide, using his strength advantage to nearly get the champ's shoulders down. Stormm breaks free and from a spin, takes Razor out with a German suplex!

Jerry Andrews: Right on the back of his head! Stormm already delivering with impact.

Ace Anderson: Razor may be seeing flashbacks to when he was Underground champion --- I can't believe that's in the record book.

Jerry Andrews: See, Ace? You're still alive after telling a truth.

Stormm has Razor Blade running against the ropes now. He lowers his head and pays with a boot to the body that stands him upright. Razor Blade throws an uppercut, but Stormm braces the arm after rotation, pulling Razor into another front facelock. Razor gets his left arm slung over Stormm's left shoulder as he is placed in position for a suplex. Stormm shakes off the uppercut quick enough to hoist Razor in the air with his left knee tucked near his torso.

Jerry Andrews: This one could be over already!

Stormm turns in a leaping two hundred and seventy degree motion, landing on his stomach, while Razor gets the full force of things on his neck, shoulders and upper back. The faithful are buzzing as to how fast Stormm hit his Force of Nature finisher! That buzz turns into booing. The Hollywood Hero is closing in on the scene! Gerard pulls the referee under the ropes and then takes him out! David Hunter leads the way through the crowd with Holden Ross close behind.

Ace Anderson: Here comes his knight in shining armor!

Jerry Andrews: These three have no business being out here, damn it!

Stormm is able to throw strikes at the running interference, but the numbers game catches up. Hunter and Holden pummel Stormm while down, with a concentrated effort from David especially. He stops only long enough to check on his boo, leaving Holden with the opportunity to drive Stormm into the mat with a massive powerslam.

Hunter gets in a few more licks and then proceeds to pull Razor Blade over Stormm!

Hunter and Holden give Gerard a signal before hopping out of their side of the ring to go join him. The future challenger helps the referee up, brushes him off, and then pushes him back inside. All of this earns the trio a continuing shower of boos. The groggy official spots the pin, but has to drag himself into position for the count.

Jerry Andrews: This is highway robbery!

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2!

3---KICK OUT!

Stormm gets out of trouble at two, sending Pandemonium's collective heads spinning, and the boos to cheers. Stormm gets to his feet full of rage as he stares down the interlopers. Most of the focus is on Gerard, who is all too happy to taunt from the outside with his cohorts at the flank. Razor gathers enough of his senses to realize that Stormm is distracted! Razor goes for a school boy, but Stormm is having none of it!

Razor Blade is pulled to his feet and is dropped with an even quicker Force of Nature! But Stormm isn't going for the cover. He instead leads Razor to the middle of the ring. From behind, Razor is locked in a modified half nelson with applied pressure on the right shoulder. Stormm puts his left arm across the face, using that hand to grab Razor's right arm. Stormm locks the modified half nelson crossface and immediately has Razor feeling all of the torque and pain in his right shoulder, elbow, wrist, and also his face!

Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm is locked on! Razor is tapping out!

The referee calls for the bell.

Ace Anderson: But Stormm is keeping it on. Finally! Something I can applaud him for!

Jerry Andrews: This is the result of Pandemonium. Their plan backfired. Let's see them try something now, the cowards! Those chickenshit cowards!

Stormm refuses to relinquish the submission until he's convinced that Razor Blade has passed out from it. The toss of his body is in the direction of Pandemonium. They're ready to try their luck, but think better of it since they still have to compete later. Stormm finally has his arm raised, but he never looks off Pandemonium.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner by submission, Stormm!

The World Champion gives a glancing look at Razor Blade before he exits the ring. He's still engaged by the sabotaging attempt, but leaves without any further incident.

Trauma returns to the scene of bedlam as a pier-six brawl is underway! Rick Majors and Gerard Angelo are brawling in the aisle, while South Texas Deathride deals with Holden Ross and David Hunter along ringside. The scene is as wild as a fight on the Jerry Springer show.

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos! This started in the back while we were on a break and as you can see, it's spilled out to the floor!

Ace Anderson: This was bound to happen. I hope management is swift in handing out fines to Rick Majors and STD. It's the least the deserve for being instigators!

Hunter and Reno tumble into the crowd, Holden and James take things to the ring (or more accurately, he tosses Holden in) as the match officially gets underway.

Six Person Tag Team Match
Pandæmonium [Gerard Angelo, David Hunter (PCW North American ©) & Holden Ross (Underground 👑)]
vs
South Texas Deathride [Jackson Reno & Bret James] & Rick Majors
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Bret James laces Holden's massive chest with knife-edge chops. Every time one is delivered, red is left behind. Bret intertwines stiff strikes and trash talk as Holden is worked over. The human wrecking ball gives up no space as James continues having the upper hand with a stick-and-move base.

Majors has been Irish whipped against the rail, but he rebounds off of it and scores a lariat that turns Gerard's world upside down. Mounted punches begin finding their mark. Hunter is faring a little better against Jackson Reno, that is until filleting knife edge chops turn him away from the action.

Back inside the ring, Holden is shown landing a shoulder tackle on Bret James. This comes as Bret was heaved in the ropes. Holden tries to bring him to his feet, but Bret goes low with a charge at the knees and a well placed shot to the family jewels! Bret mocks Holden's reaction and then follows with an inverted atomic drop!

Jerry Andrews: We've got three scenes to cover and all of them are out of control.

Ace Anderson: What Bret just did is illegal and it warrants a disqualification.

Bret throws himself off the ropes. His forearm meets the head of Holden, knocking him down to a knee. A springboard turns into a corkscrew plancha on an unsuspecting Gerard Angelo outside of the ring. Majors jumps into the ring to hit Holden with a shining wizard! Hunter is spotted being clotheslined back over the rail by Jackson Reno, who hops over it himself.

Majors gets in some final shots on Holden before being forced out. Bret returns and makes the quick tag to Jackson. Reno shoots Holden to the ropes, but he wisely avoids the forthcoming tandem maneuver. Bret taunts him with vulgarity, but Holden is restrained by his partners. Reno tags Majors in and works in a reverse Irish whip to get him some of the trio before leaving!

Majors works Holden's arms into a double chickenwing. He lifts him up and takes him down with a facebuster! David and Gerard decide to change the course of things. Majors is pulled into the ring post by his legs and then has BOTH knees swung off the steel. Gerard tags himself in. Holden is helped safely out of the ring by David. The Hollywood Hero continues to focus on the knees of Rick.

Jerry Andrews: Smart move to focus on what ails Rick Majors. The vultures have come to feed.

Gerard rotates elbow drops until both knees have met a total of five. He then stands on top of them while reaching out to tag Hunter into the match. David pushes the knees together and goes with a double stomp to further Rick's woes. Rick is brought up and turned around twice from alternating dragon leg whips! Hunter picks Rick up for a slam, but instead wedges him sideways like a steel chair in the corner. Holden is tagged into the match.

STD are taunted prior to Holden being thrown for a running shoulder into the knees! Rick collapses and is allowed to wallow in his pain long enough for Pandemonium to lap it up. Again, barbs are traded with Jackson and Bret in an attempt to draw their Texas ire up. Holden wraps up Rick's legs like he were going for a Boston crab, but it's a ruse for a massive squeeze of the joints.

As Rick's agony continues, Gerard and David push their hands against Holden's back for added leverage. The referee looks over to see what's going on, but he doesn't find anything. Little by little Holden begins to turn Rick over, but doesn't fully commit to it. Gerard and David continue to lend a hand until they are caught. Holden lifts Rick up in the air by the legs and brings him down head first like a hammer.

Jerry Andrews: Holden is practically torturing Rick at this point.

Ace Anderson: Rick should've said I quit. Then actually quit wrestling right after.

Jerry Andrews: You would know what that's like, Ace.

Holden shoves Jackson and Bret off the apron with one massive push that nearly dumps them to the rail. The Bastard heads back to his corner for the tag to David Hunter. Rick is delivered to the corner via powerbomb with David simultaneously hitting a pendulum kick to the head. Gettin The Bang Out Of It is finished by a top rope bulldog. This leads to David scoring a pin.

1!

2!

Rick kicks out. David is undeterred and this time hooks both legs.

1!

2!

Rick refuses to stay down, which works the faithful into cheers and chants of his name. Frustrated, David rolls Rick back as far as he safely can and grabs a handful of pants for extra leverage.

1!

2!

NO! Rick Majors will...not...die! STD do whatever they can to rally Rick over to one of them, ready to explode on the trio in the opposing corner. Hunter goes for a figure four, but is pushed out of the ring! Rick turns onto his stomach in an attempt to drag himself to his side of the ring. Gerard jumps in and cuts off that plan with stomps to the back of his knees. David rolls in to deliver the same to the head. STD jump into the fray!

...only to be denied by the referee! Bret James backs off...long enough to use his partner's shoulders for a springboard clothesline OVER the referee and into Gerard and David! He quickly gets out of the ring, but offers some vulgar taunts to Holden as he moves back to his corner. Jackson joins him and both men return to having their hands out. Inch by inch Majors gets closer. His knees may be shot. His head may ache. But Rick Majors doesn't know how to die!

TAG MADE!

Bret James is over the top like an Olympic hurdler. Right hand drops David Hunter. Spinning left takes out Gerard Angelo. Running knee staggers Holden Ross off the apron. Springboard moonsault onto Hunter and Gerard! Angelo rolls out of the ring. Hunter is dropped with a michinoku driver. James motions like he's taking pictures before heading up top. 450 splash!

Reno is tagged in while David is in a fireman's carry. The exchange is made so that the North American champion is in a torture rack. He spins with him as Bret James adds in a neckbreaker! Reno mows down Gerard. Holden is powerslammed for his troubles. Hunter is pulled into an arm-trapped neckbreaker!

TAG MADE TO BRET JAMES!

James springs to the top turnbuckle. Reno whips Hunter to the ropes. He returns to Reno tossing him straight up into the air. James leaps and catches his head, spiking his face like a dart!

Jerry Andrews: STD is cleaning house! They just connected with the Chop Shop Drop!

Ace Anderson: And like a chop shop, it was illegal! Jackson overstayed the five count.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, will you stop??

Jackson has himself a little surprise once he steps through the ropes. Holden takes his legs out to force him off of the apron. Holden misses with a clothesline, but Gerard is right there to deliver One Hit Wonder. Bret tags Rick into the match and then comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive! Rick makes David The Centre of Attention with a standing spinning heel kick. Those worked over knees come back to haunt him, however, but he fights through it.

David finds himself trapped in a double underhook. He pushes Rick backwards to a massive forearm to the kidneys from Holden Ross. This allows him to unwind his arms and get Rick with Thrill of the Hunt! Prior to that, Gerard was able to give Bret a One Hit Wonder of his very own. David motions Holden to the corner for a tag. Holden holds Rick up on his left shoulder with his head facing back. David hits a DDT while Holden falls backwards, sending Rick flat against the mat head and chest first.

Jerry Andrews: Snapped Shot!

Holden hooks a leg as David stands triumphant next to him.

1!

2!

3!

The bell is called for, ending this wild six man showdown.

Sasha Greene: Here are your winners, the team of Gerard Angelo, Holden Ross, and David Hunter, Pandæmonium!

As Holden tosses the beaten Majors out of the ring, David Hunter stands on the top ropes smiling, holding his North American title over his head! Suddenly, he's attacked from behind!

Jerry Andrews: It's Brenna Gordon!!!

Gordon apparently came to the ring through the crowd, though no one saw her! She shoved Hunter off of the ropes, causing him to land with a thud on the outside! Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo are immediately after her and she wisely dives back out of the ring, again entering the PCW Faithful, her point being made and some damage being done.

Trauma returns and the show is backstage where David Hunter is seen sitting on one of the EMT tables. Dr. Suresh is seen checking on him, making sure that any wounds he might've faced from the earlier attack by Brenna Gordon aren't too serious that he needs to be taken elsewhere.

David peaks up to see the camera, letting out a growl. As Dr. Suresh continues to poke and prod, David starts to speak.

David Hunter: So Brenna Gordon has decided that if she can't handle all three of us she'll just handle me. Well congratulations, you once again have given me an excuse to hate you. But it's okay...because this time she wants a shot at the title.

Still in his wrestling attire, he gives Dr. Suresh access to his ribs.

Dr. Suresh: Raise your arms.

David complies, allowing the Doc to check out his abdominal area.

David Hunter: Now when dealing with someone like Brenna, they'll take anything you say and try to spin it to work with what they believe. They'll say anything to insult you, no matter how inaccurate or poorly said it is. And because Brenna is the kind of person who can stand in front of microphone in her little booth and still somehow walk away a winner, I'll have to express my opinions of her at a different time.

David winces when Dr. Suresh gets at a particularly rough spot.

David Hunter: What I can say is this: I realize that everything I say to Brenna will be scrutinized by her and everything I say is going to be criticized and somehow used as proof that I'm inferior. So let me be honest and blunt: you've won a match against me. Yes, we've used triple team tactics against you. You're not special for it nor does it makes us weaker or inferior because of it. You're not special because you can sit in a booth and monologue like a Ted Talker. You're...nothing. Put it on your fucking forehead, you are nothing, Brenna Gordon. You beat my ass tonight. You've eliminated me from the Deadly Rumble. You've won a match against me. But until you can prove that you can pin me, all of that means nothing. You want a shot at my title?

David lowers his arms, glaring right into the camera lens.

David Hunter: A better man would say no and tell you to fuck off, but fine, why not? Let's see if you're as confident when it'sjustone-on-one. Collision Course. Sign it, seal it, call up your lawyers and let's do it. But know this: I don't care if my gang isn't going to be there. Despite what you believe, I don't need them. I've proven it. And that's a fact. I have proven I don't need them to win matches. I have proven I don't need them to win championships. And at Collision Course...I will prove why I don't need them to beat you.

David shakes his head a bit, getting some momentum back into things as he calms down.

David Hunter: I've dealt with people like you before, Brenna. You're not some revolutionary. You're not special. Past all the words, all the interesting looks, and all the hype...you...are...nothing.

With that, Dr. Suresh steps forward, brandishing the medical tape. The camera cuts away from there, back to ringside.

Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, the team of Nightrain Jones and Noah Ventura!

As this his third outing in PCW, Noah needs no explanation, but does receive some pity applause. Nightrain Jones is sporting gear with the state of Louisiana printed on the legs in gold and black. He does a few dance steps and attempts to get his partner to follow. Jones is actually quite good, but Ventura is the opposite.

Sasha Greene: And their opponents.

The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the arena cotton candy colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison as mother and son emerge through wispy stage fog.

Sasha Greene: Being led to the ring by Lucy Willard...from Anaheim, California...weighing 250 lbs, JASON WILLARD!

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. His childlike behavior is on display while he keeps close to his parent. There's a moment where he reaches out to the hands of the faithful, but he recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or wanted to be friends. Lucy sternly admonishes them as they work their way into the ring.

Jason sheepishly waves to the commentary team and then approaches his mom for a big hug in the center of the ring. They exchange kisses on the cheek before he assists her to ringside. He now waits for the opponent with all of the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner...

Jerry Andrews: Don't tell me Lucy is going to compete.

Ace Anderson: Why not? Rick Majors is far older than her and he's still going well into his 60's.

Jerry Andrews: How much manure do you use to grow your lies?

Jason turns his back to his opponents. He covers his eyes and starts counting with one thousand after each number. After he reaches ten, one thousand, he leaves the ring to tell his mother that his partner is hiding. He requests and receives permission to go seek them out and is sent on his way with a sprint to the back. Lucy smiles with anticipation, ready to burst at the seams once he's back in her sight.

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

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

Jerry Andrews: You have got to be kidding me!

His words are broken up by pauses between them.

Ace Anderson: So that's why he and Lucy were here at the last show!

Jerry Andrews: How'd their evening end, Ace? Because I suspect the same will happen at Collision Course.

Willard steps out onto the entry way, and as he begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. Lucy is so happy to see her child, she sneaks into the ring to bury a pair of knitting needles behind the knees of Nightrain Jones. He immediately collapses in pain and then receives another impalement to his calves before she excuses herself back out.

Willard twirls cardboard Grimm around like a sign waver, but knows full well what just transpired. Noah turns to see his partner down and he immediately checks on his well being. Before he climbs onto the apron, Jason and Lucy exchange kisses on the cheek. Cardboard Grimm is stood up in the corner with the tag rope draped over.

Willard acts "concerned" for Nightrain's well being as he slides between the ropes. He cautiously approaches the scene, wanting to help, but also curious about what he sees. "Why did Noah hurt his friend, mommy??" Jason crouches close to the ropes so Lucy can run a hand through his hair and along his face. He turns ever so slightly so that his lips press against it. Grimm's entrance presentation and music go away, leaving a jeering faithful, a confused Jerry Andrews, and a chaotic scene in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is ludicrous! He knows what she did.

Ace Anderson: Look at him, Jerry! He is as confused as the rest of us. Lucy is having to tell him why Noah selfishly attacked his own partner.

Jerry Andrews: Do you ever listen to yourself?!

Willard stands to tell cardboard Grimm about what happened in childlike terms. Nightrain is helped to the back by PCW officials. Willard waves bye and then waves cardboard Grimm side to side like he was shaking his head in outright disapproval. That's one less person getting fed to him. Cardboard Grimm may not have leftover Halloween candy back at his lair in Hangtown or pumpkin pie being baked...but given his prior reaction to apple cinnamon pie, he may not like sweets in general. So hopefully one person will do.

Noah sees that Willard doesn't have a physical partner and is quick to confirm that he still wants to compete. Willard says to ring the bell and this unusual event is set to begin.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Willard "tags" in cardboard Grimm as Noah advances. A discus clothesline throws Noah for a loop. Willard pulls cardboard Grimm over the ropes and stands it upright. Noah is assisted to his feet and battered with a series of headbutts that do next to nothing. Willard moves the prop aside in order to deliver DEAD RECKONING himself! He then pulls Noah into a front face lock while keeping cardboard Grimm between them. Willard sits on the top turnbuckle until he goes for a spin...THE HARVEST!

Willard gets up and sets cardboard Grimm in their corner. He steps out long enough to "tag" himself back in. The referee is confused about the chain of events, but because Willard designated the prop his partner, he allows this to happen under tag team rules. Grimm is set back on the apron and Willard starts moving around the ring like he had a jump rope to skip through. He stops long enough to tell Lucy something and then BLASTS Noah with LITTLE BOY BLUE. Willard turns him over and gets the pin.

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3.

The bell is rung again as Carousel returns to the speakers. Jason hops to his feet, elated by the outcome. After having his arm raised, Noah is shown the way outside of the ring. Lucy joins him inside the ring, initiating a hug. "I'm so proud of you, baby!" She tells him. "You did it! You won!"

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner...s, Jason Willard and...

Sasha isn't sure what to say about cardboard Grimm, so she leaves it there. Lucy and Jason pose for cameras like people would at graduations. Jason is also eager to point out the dinosaur shoes he has on, proud of the fact Lucy bought them. Mother and son now turn to cardboard Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: I've seen my fair share of abnormal behavior, but this one will be with me for awhile.

Ace Anderson: There's nothing abnormal about the love between a mother and child.

Jerry Andrews: What do you have to say about the cardboard cutout of Grimm??

Ace Anderson: I say that it's being ripped apart. But don't worry, Jerry. I'll get you one from the PCW Store after the show.

Sure enough, cardboard Grimm is now reduced to torn pieces. Willard picks them up and throws them out of the ring like he did with his sign at the previous Trauma.

Grimm's music hits and this time The Hangtown Horror, the REAL Hangtown Horror walks out. This causes Jason to quickly hide as much as he can under Lucy's blue gingham dress!

Grimm walks down the ramp and pauses at the bottom. His eyes narrow as he looks at the tattered remains of his cardboard self. Then he turns his attention to the ring. Grimm keeps his focus on Lucy and Jason as he climbs between the ropes, and Jason withdraws even further as his once and future opponent crosses the canvas. He stops just in front of Mother Willard, who crosses her arms and lifts her chin in defiance.

The Hangtown Horror leans in. There are no microphones in sight, but through the magic of television the audience in the arena and those watching at home can hear Grimm’s even tones.

“There won’t be any hiding under mama’s skirt in that steel cage. There won’t be any hiding anywhere.”

Grimm moves in even closer. His mouth right up against Lucy’s ear, his beard rustling her frilly collar.

“I’m going to have my way with your boy at Collision Course, and you’re going to have to watch it happen. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

A breath, and Grimm backs away. Those in his immediate vicinity hear him begin to whistle. Those in the know recognize the tune as “The Lament of Ronnie Frown.”

Lucy casts a frosty glaze equal to that of Grimm's. Grimm takes his leave, still whistling, but his eyes never leave the two in the ring. Jason slowly removes himself from his hiding spot, carefully checking to see if the boogeyman is gone. He wraps his arms around Lucy's waist, receiving immediate comfort and protection upon his mother's touch. She shifts her focus to him to engage in some sort of chatter. Jason spots Grimm at the top of the stage and then frantically tries to piece together the cardboard facsimile like it were Humpty Dumpty.

The camera hovers on his presented attempt before...

Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

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: ... from Salisbury, England: DOMINATOR! And his opponent...

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.

So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.

As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.

The roaring cheers come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.

'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...

Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.

Sasha Greene: ... from Boston, Massachusetts: BRENNA GORDON!

Singles Match
Dominator vs Brenna Gordon
Referee: Eric Russo

DING
DING
DING

The bell is rung and we are off!

Jerry Andrews: And here we go now.. and OH GOD.. what a shot.

Ace Anderson: Right off the bat!

Brenna Gordon tried to lock up with the big man, but he delivered a knee right into her gut, knocking Brenna to her knees. Dominator now delivers a big forearm shot across Gordon's neck, sending her flat into the canvas. Dominator now kicks Gordon sharply in the skull.

Jerry Andrews: How brutal!

Ace Anderson: Dominator sees that Brenna Gordon has gotten herself into the North American championship picture, and he wants to remind everyone that he belongs there too!

Dominator lifts Brenna up to her knees from behind and applies a very secure sleeper hold. He holds it in place until Gordon can reach back and rake Dominator's eyes to cause separation. The referee admonishes Brenna, but she goes on the offensive, hitting Dominator with a double mule kick.

Gordon now takes a moment to recuperate. When they both get up, Gordon hits a dropkick to Dominator's left leg, knocking him off balance and forces him to lean on a rope. Brenna quickly springs back up and gets a chop block to the same leg, send the big man to the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: Got him off that vertical base! And a cover.. but Dominator has a hold on that bottom rope..

Ace Anderson: Great ring awareness there!

Brenna stomps away at Dominator instead and finally relents after about seven sharp boots to the sternum of the big man. As Dominator sits up, Gordon gets a running start and takes him down with a knee to the head!

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Brenna Gordon pulls Dominator up now and she sets him up for a suplex. Dominator blocks it… and reverses it into a suplex of his own, dropping Brenna over the top ropes to the floor below!

Ace Anderson: OH MY!

The crowd screams, mostly in respect of the bump that Gordon just took. Brenna grabs at her back as Dominator takes a moment to compose himself. Gordon finally crawls up, using the barrier to support herself. But as she turns around, she is greeted by Dominator flying through the ropes to the outside with a suicide dive!

Jerry Andrews: MY GOD! MY GOOD GOD!

Ace Anderson: WOW!

Jerry Andrews: The Zenith going airborne! And Gordon certainly felt the brunt of that blow!

More loud cheers are heard. Dominator slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Gordon. He then rolls Brenna and himself into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And here's the cover. 1... 2....... NO!

Ace Anderson: What?

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe that. Gordon kicked out.. another cover.. and another two count! Brenna Gordon not staying down here!

Dominator pulls Gordon up and drives her into the mat with a chokeslam! He then goes for another cover, and gets another two count! Dominator goes for a leg drop now…. But Brenna moves!

Jerry Andrews: Great ring awareness from Brenna Gordon now!

Ace Anderson: These are two experienced and talented competitors, Jerry!

Gordon decides to take a risk. She hauls herself up to her feet with the help of the ropes and ascends to the top rope. She stands tall as Dominator finally gets up. Brenna Gordon now flies from the turnbuckle, slamming Dominator in the face flying forearm!

Jerry Andrews: HUGE move by Brenna Gordon!

Ace Anderson: She knew she needed to take a big risk and it paid off for her!

Gordon gets to her feet and, a moment later, so does Dominator, but he looks a bit wobbly. Gordon looks for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Dominator looks for a clothesline, but Gordon ducks it. On the rebound off the other ropes, Gordon leaps in the air and scores with a rolling back heel kick.. right to the temple. Dominator collapses quickly to the canvas and Gordon goes for a quick cover:

1…
2….

Jerry Andrews: Kickout!

Brenna pulls Dominator up, but he slugs her in the stomach with an elbow. He then quickly scoops her up and drives her into the mat with a running powerslam! Dominator goes for a cover and… there’s no referee???

Jerry Andrews: What the hell happened to the official!?

Ace Anderson: Look outside the ring! It’s Pandæmonium!

Apparently one of the three members of Pandæmonium pulled the official out of the ring, as Eric Russo is down on the floor and David Hunter, Gerard Angelo, and Holden Ross are standing above him, doing their best to look innocent.

Jerry Andrews: Why the hell would they do that!? Can’t they just leave things alone for a few minutes!?

Ace Anderson: Wait…. are they…. are they helping Brenna Gordon!?

Jerry Andrews: No way!

With the referee down and out, Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo rush into the ring. As Dominator gets to his feet, he’s taken down by the duo. They immediately start to stomp away at him. Brenna Gordon slowly gets to her feet as the crowd boos.

Jerry Andrews: No!!

Brenna rushes over to attack Gerard, but suddenly she’s clocked from behind by David Hunter! Hunter brutalizes her on the mat as Angelo and Ross do the same to Dominator.

Ace Anderson: Dominator and Gordon being destroyed here!

Jerry Andrews Well… at least we know Brenna hasn’t joined Pandæmonium.

Ace Anderson: Maybe not, but it might be a good idea for her to put in an application.

The three men now slide back out of the ring. Holden Ross throws Eric Russo back inside the squared circle. Russo slowly comes to, and he sees both Gordon and Dominator down on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: So what the hell was the point of that!? Why did they interfere in this match!?

Ace Anderson: Because they CAN, Jerry. They do whatever they want.

Brenna Gordon slowly gets to her feet, with Dominator not far behind. Both competitors look around and see the three members of Pandæmonium standing outside the ring. They hesitate for a moment, before realizing there’s still a match going on!

Gordon rushes at Dominator, but he quickly catches her… Anachronism!!!

The cover:

1….
2….
3!!!

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Ace Anderson: Out of NOWHERE Dominator takes this match! You have to think that this win tonight…

Ace is cut off as Pandæmonium rushes back into the ring. This time Dominator is ready for them, taking David Hunter down with a big right hand! Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo take on Brenna Gordon, leaping on her and preventing her from getting up. Ross now pulls her up and sets her up…. but here comes Rick Majors!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is here!

Ace Anderson: I’ve never seen an old man move that fast!

Majors hits the ring with a steel chair in hand, clocking Holden Ross in the back! He swings at Angelo who manages to dive out of the way! Majors turns his attention back to Holden, kicking him under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Majors follows him to the outside. Gerard Angelo turns his attention back to Brenna Gordon, but she takes him down with a Rip Tide!

Brenna then attacks David Hunter from behind. He turns to face her, but Dominator slugs him in the back! Brenna and Dominator now take turns delivering shots to Hunter!

Jerry Andrews: Yes! Yes!! Finally David Hunter is at a numbers disadvantage!

Hunter manages to escape from the ring, but Gordon and Dominator follow him to the outside. Majors and Ross are long gone, having brawled through the crowd and out of site. Gordon, Dominator, and Hunter are about to do the same as the North American Champion is hit with a double clothesline that sends him over the ringside barrier!

Inside the ring, Gerard Angelo gets to his feet and…. he’s suddenly face-to-face with Stormm!

Jerry Andrews: WHERE DID HE COME FROM!?

The two are about to come to blows when PCW officials finally arrive at ringside. They slide into the ring and get between the World Champion and the number one contender. Stormm and Angelo are having none of it, however, and they manage to fight through the referees and get their hands on one another! The two begin exchanging right hands as Trauma heads off the air!

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