Collision Course 8 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Collision Course VIII

Sunday December 8th, 2019

Only on PCW Network

Me, I want to walk a little bit taller, oh
Me, I want to feel a little bit stronger, oh
Me, I want to think a little bit smarter
Said I just want to be the best
Me, I want to walk a little bit taller, oh
Me, I want to feel a little bit stronger, oh
Me, I want to think a little bit smarter
Said I just want to be the best

I just wanna be the best
I just wanna be the best

Jerry Andrews: WELCOME TO PCW COLLISION COURSE! WELCOME TO OUR LAST PAY-PER-VIEW EVENT OF 2019! I'M JERRY ANDREWS!

Ace Anderson: And I'm Ace Anderson. Jerry, you're shouting even louder than usual.

Jerry Andrews: I AM SO EXCITED!

Ace Anderson: Me too! Tonight we're going to see PCW competitors COLLIDE! We know they all want to be the best, but tonight we're going to see who can back it up in the ring! I can't wait! Let's get down to ringside!

Sasha Greene: The following is a steel cell match scheduled for one fall!

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.

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 arrival of Grimm.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent. From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217 lbs, GRIMM!

A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

The roofed, doorless cell begins to descend towards the ring to much fanfare. Willard covers his eyes to avoid having to see it. Lucy caresses him as long as she can before being forced away. Grimm, as always, is without emotion. The cage touches the floor, sealing the combatants inside. Tyrone Little calls for the bell.

Steel Cell Match
Grimm vs Jason Willard
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The sound of the bell gets Willard to cover his ears. He begins a slow crouch in the corner, projecting fear of the boogeyman having him trapped with nowhere to go. He now slips his hands behind his back. Lucy remains as close as she can from the other side, wanting so badly to take her son's place.

Grimm walks a methodical pace across the ring. Savoring the very seconds that Willard has left. That's when Lucy prompts with "NOW!" The command sends her son lunging like a springy snake from an open can. In his clenched fists is her knitting needles!

Grimm gets stabbed over and over with quick precision. He's able to grasp the weapons, but Willard drags them down his palms with jerking force. The Hangtown Horror backs off to inspect the damage, but it leaves himself open for a discus clothesline. Willard returns the needles to his mom, but is all too excited to tell her what he did.

When he returns his focus to where it should be, Grimm is waiting. Willard leaps onto the cage. "Don't hurt me, boogeyman!" He tries to climb away from danger, but Grimm rips him down by the feet, causing him to collide with the top rope. Grimm takes him by the hair and attempts to grate his face like a block of cheese off the cage wall.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm wants to see Jason Willard's blood!

Ace Anderson: He extracted enough of it the first time.

Willard calls for his mommy over and over before he feels the cold steel pressed against his face. Grimm pushes it with tight force and then slowly runs it back and forth. Lucy shakes the cage in an attempt to draw Grimm's attention to her. She receives no acknowledgement and he receives no reprieve.

Willard is yanked away and whipped to the far side. Grimm attempts a flying shoulder block, but is caught in a fireman's carry. The Lord of Misrule manages to slip behind and get Willard thrown off the cage wall! He bounces back, only for Grimm to continue bouncing him off.

Once he's had enough fun, Willard is deposited with a back body drop. Grimm allows him to crawl towards the direction of Lucy's voice, taking extra satisfaction in knowing there's not a damn thing she can do for her special little boy. Jason reaches out to her in pain. Lucy sticks her fingers through the openings. "Mommy's here, sweetheart!" There's a twinge of ache in those words and scorn in her eyes for Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm told her exactly what would happen and he's kept his word.

Ace Anderson: Grimm has no idea what it's like being a parent. Look at Lucy, Jerry! She's hurting for her son. If I were her, I'd sue President Loki!

Willard is pulled away and pulled up. He's sent into the cage. Grimm waits for him to turn back around before launching into Dead Reckoning! Willard staggers down to his knees, but surprises Grimm with blue mist before falling over! The childlike Jason Willard remains face down from the effects of the signature move, but makes sure to reposition himself towards Lucy after she gets closer. This time he's able to touch her fingers and find comfort to block out pain.

She coaches him to his feet, moving her hands up with him every step of the way. Grimm remains blinded by the mist. Willard has a laugh. "He's going to make purple, mommy!" Grimm is forced down by his beard. Willard delivers some pogo stick jumps to the back before putting his right foot on the beard. Both hands are used to yank Grimm off the mat by his hair. He pulls like he's trying to take part of his beard, but Grimm eventually throws Willard's legs out from under him. Willard gets to a knee, Grimm meets him with a quick headbutt.

Willard shoots back with a stiff forearm to the face. To stop any further headbutt attempts, Willard slams Grimm repeatedly off the canvas with unrelenting force. He then takes him to the cage wall. This time Grimm is forced back into a fireman's carry. Willard spins and then sprints, hitting a running death valley driver that he calls Child's Play!

Ace Anderson: This may not be volleyball, but Grimm just got spiked!

Willard sits up, clapping to himself and getting confirmation from Lucy that she saw what he did. "I love you, mommy!" A sentiment returned in response. Willard is cautious in poking Grimm, jumping back like Wile E. Coyote testing his traps. One leap even has him on the cage wall!

Confident Grimm isn't going to lash out, Willard cartwheels to the far corner. He waves bye-bye to Grimm, blows a kiss to Lucy, and goes for Little Boy Blue. Grimm revives with his Hangtown Death Grip!! He finds himself in the driver's seat while Willard struggles to break free. Grimm works him into a pin...

1!

2!

3!

Tyrone calls for the bell and raises Grimm's arm in the air shortly after.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Grimm!

Grimm has no further business with Jason Willard, but remains on alert for Lucy after the cage raises back up. She does enter the ring, but not for a confrontation. Grimm leaves her to comfort her child as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental) plays him to the back. The final image is of her putting his body over her lap and head against her bosom. Willard is cradled in the center of the ring with Lucy giving him multiple kisses in-between rocking him.

Backstage, we see Brenna Gordon entering the arena and walking through the backstage area.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, there you see Brenna Gordon who is going to be a part of that huge triple threat match tonight for the PCW Nor.....

Suddenly Gordon is attacked from behind by Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo! The two clock her with steel chairs, sending her down to the floor. Suddenly David Hunter appears, holding a chair of his own. Angelo and Ross hold Brenna up and Hunter ABSOLUTELY WRAPS the chair around her head with a sickening shot!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Blood gushes from Brenna's face as he falls to the floor in a heap. Angelo smiles and high fives David Hunter as medical staff rush over to teh scene. Angelo and Hunter turn to Holden and wish him good luck in his upcoming match. The two men walk away as Holden goes to head towards the Gorilla position.... but suddenly he's attacked from behind by Rick Majors who also brought a chair with him! Majors cracks the chair across Ross' back and then he drags him through the entrance way and down to the ringside area!

Ace Anderson: Well I guess this match is happening now!

Holden elbows Majors in the stomach and he smashes him head-first into the ring apron. Holden Ross then throws him into the ring and he enters himself.

PCW Underground Championship
Underground Rules Match
Holden Ross (PCW Underground 👑) vs Rick “The Impact” Majors
Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!
DING!
DING!

Majors gets to his feet and he rushes at Holden Ross, only to be immediately cut down with a clothesline. Holden smiles and pulls Majors up from the mat, only to slam him back down with a big sidewalk slam. He then pulls Majors up again, tossing him into the corner. As Rick walks out of it, he’s taken down to the mat with another clothesline. Ross now backs Majors up into the corner and hits a series of clotheslines right to his throat.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors tried to get the jump on Holden Ross, but he got caught and now he’s paying for it!

Holden Ross pulls him up and hits him with a pumphandle slam!

Jerry Andrews: This one could be over quick!

Ace Anderson: You know the pumphandle slam was taught to Holden Ross by a man named Ethan Andrews, who competed in the NLCW with Holden’s father Frank Merritt… and who was a good friend of Rick Majors many years ago. Of course, he’s not his friend anymore because nobody likes Rick Majors anymore.

Jerry Andrews: Would you stop?

Holden Ross picks Majors up off of the canvas once more and hits him with a buckle bomb!

Jerry Andrews: That’s gotta hurt Rick Majors’ surgically-repaired…

Ace Anderson: … everything? He’s had so many surgery’s the doctors give gave him a punch card where every tenth procedure is free.

Jerry Andrews: He’s Canadian. I’m pretty sure all his health care is free.

Ace Anderson: This guy must be bankrupting that fine country.

Holden Ross smiles again and he leaves the ring, looking for some weaponry on the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross now looking for some toys to inflict some more pain…

Ace Anderson: I love the Underground as much as anyone, but this could be a mistake by him. Rick Majors is out. Holden could have won the match right now.

Holden Ross returns with… an axe handle!

Jerry Andrews: What is THAT doing under the ring?

Ace Anderson: You think maybe Holden planted it there?

Rick Majors slowly staggers up to his feet and he’s suddenly CLOCKED in the back with the axe handle. He falls to the canvas in obvious pain. Holden casually plants a foot on him for a cover:

1….

2….

Kick out!

Jerry Andrews: You think Holden Ross was a little lax with that cover?

Ace Anderson: Probably. But this just gives him more opportunities to inflict pain on Rick Majors, so I’m sure it’s not too upset right now.

The smile on Holden’s face shows that Ace is probably right. He pulls the battered Majors off of the mat and backs him up against the ropes. Holden hits him with a hard right hand. And another. And a third which sends Majors flying over the ropes to the outside. The crowd gasps as Rick Majors hits the floor with a thud. Holden Ross leaves the ring and looks under it once again, this time pulling out a table. He sets it up at ringside and returns his attention to Rick Majors, but he’s slugged in the midsection. Majors hits again and again, staggering the Underground King.

Rick Majors then hits Holden Ross with an uppercut as he’s doubled over. He then lunges forward and takes Holden Ross down with a flying clothesline! Majors mounts Ross now and unloads on him with a series of rights and lefts to the face. Majors then rolls off his opponent exhausted.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is still in this and he’s battling back!

Ace Anderson: Sure, but I think that took everything he had!

That statement proves to be right as Holden Ross is the first competitor to stir. He pulls himself up and then bends down to pick up Majors. Rick Majors hits him with a chinbreaker, staggering him. Majors then takes a step back and connects with a beautiful spinning heel kick to the back of Holden’s head!

Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention!

With Holden Ross reeling, Majors grabs him and sets him up in a double underhook position.

Jerry Andrews: Rick looking for the Major Impact and… no!

Holden Ross breaks free and he shoves Majors back. Rick hits the table set up at ringside with his spine. Ross now grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the table! He then once again looks under the ring and this time…

Jerry Andrews: Oh no… oh God….

Ace Anderson: That’s not just an axe handle! That’s a whole AXE!

Jerry Andrews: Somebody stop him! Ref! Ref! Stop this!

With Majors slumped over the table, Holden Ross raises the axe over his head and swings it down….. Majors slides out of the way at the last second and the axe finds itself wedged deeply into the table!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Look at that! That axe almost split that table in two! That could have been Rick Majors split in two!

Ace Anderson: Can you imagine how bad it would be to have two Rick Majors?

Jerry Andrews: BE SERIOUS! THIS IS DANGEROUS STUFF!

Ace Anderson: I… I… I make jokes when I’m uncomfortable.

While Holden struggles with the axe, destroying the table completely while he tries to get it out of the table, Rick Majors hits him with an elbow to the side of the head. Majors then quickly grabs him…

Jerry Andrews: Major Impact onto the remains of the table!

Rick Majors slowly gets to his feet, holding onto the apron. He reaches down to pull up Holden Ross, but he can’t do it.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors is too weak to pull Holden Ross into the ring to cover him!

Finally Majors manages to get Ross into the ring and he goes for a cover:

1….

2….

Kick out!

Holden Ross kicks out! Majors slowly gets to his feet, but Ross is right behind him! Majors turns and wham! He’s knocked down to the mat with a clothesline! Ross now begins to deliver a series of stomps, sending Majors back to the outside! Ross follows him quickly. He pulls Majors up and throws him into the steel ring steps. He then picks him up, sets him up, and powerbombs him onto the steps!

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is INCENSED!

Ace Anderson: It looks like that Major Impact actually woke him up! And he’s angry!

Ross lifts Majors up off of the steps and slams him face-first into the ringside barrier. He then lifts him up over his head and throws him into the crowd! Members of the PCW Faithful quickly dodge out of the way and Majors falls awkwardly onto a row of empty chairs!

Ace Anderson: Ha! Ha! No one wanted to catch Rick Majors! No one likes him!

Jerry Andrews: Or they didn’t want a 230 pound man tossed at their heads…

Holden climbs over the barrier and he is aggressively on Majors again, delivering more stomps. He picks up a chair and throws it down to Rick Majors. He does the same thing again and again, pelting the defenceless Majors with chairs. But he’s not done. He pulls Rick Majors out of the pile of mangled chairs and drags him through the crowd. He the slams him into a refreshment stand, spilling drinks and popcorn all over. Holden Ross grabs him again, but Majors fires back with a back elbow. He then grabs Holden and smashes him face first through the glass popcorn popper!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Holden Ross just went right through that glass, smashing it with his face!

Majors falls to the floor. Holden Ross remains slumped over, halfway through the glass. Rick Majors slowly stands up and he grabs a steel chair. He cracks it against the back of the slumped over Ross. Again. And again. And again! He then pulls Ross out of the popcorn popper and throws him down to the floor. Majors now shoves the entire refreshment stand over. He then grabs Holden Ross and lies him down on the remains of the stand!

Jerry Andrews: What on earth is Rick Majors doing?

Majors then walks away, and he climbs up to the next level of seating! He perches on the railing of the second deck, steel chair in hand… and he jumps off onto Holden down below!

Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!

Rick Majors, the chair, Holden Ross, the refreshment stand, and literally everything in the general area is crushed. The crowd goes insane!

Jerry Andrews: That was stupid! Effective, but stupid!

Neither man is moving. The cheers from the crowd slowly die down, but no one has moved. Joseph Buckland stands nearby, unsure of what to do. He looks down at Majors. He looks down at Ross. And he starts to count. The crowd has now turned to boos.

Ace Anderson: Is he… is he counting both men down?

Jerry Andrews: I mean… I guess… I guess he has no choice.

The referee counts to ten and neither competitor has moved. He signals for the bell. The PCW Faithful is rightfully irate. Jeers come from the crowd. Someone throws a drink right in Buckland’s face.

Ace Anderson: Hey! Don’t do that! The refreshment stand is gone! You can’t replace that drink!

The boos get louder and louder as members of the PCW medical team rush out to check on both competitors. Two stretchers are not far behind.

“BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT!!!!!!”

Jerry Andrews: The very vocal PCW Faithful is not happy about this result and, to be fair, I don’t like to see it either, but what else could Joseph Buckland do? Neither man was moving.

The crowd continues to angrily chant as both men are loaded onto stretchers and carried away. The scene then cuts to a video package.

THE 2019 WINTER ICEY AWARDS!
THURSDAY DECEMBER 19th, 2019

Jerry Andrews: We're back and, since everyone is already upset, we might as well give some more bad news. As you saw earlier, Brenna Gordon was attacked backstage by Pandæmonium and, unfortunately, due to her injuries she will not be able to compete tonight. In fact, she's currently at a local hospital receiving treatment.

Ace Anderson: So that makes this a one-on-one match between the current North American Champion David Hunter and the former champ Dominator!

The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.

Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…

DOMINATOR

The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.

The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides.

But suddenly he's attacked from behind! All the arena lights come on and we see David Hunter, armed with a steel chair, unloading on Dominator's back!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Is he trying to eliminate Dominator from this match too!?

Hunter drives the point of the chair into Dominator's spine as he is down on the ramp. He then grabs his opponent and drags him down to the ring. Before throwing him into the ring, he cracks him in the back with the chair once more! He then rolls Dominator into the ring and demands the bell be sounded as he enters himself.

PCW North American Championship
Triple Threat Match
David Hunter (PCW North American ©) vs Brenna Gordon vs Dominator
Referee: Eric Russo

DING!
DING!
DING!

David Hunter delivers a series of stomps to Dominator before rolling him over and going for a quick cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Kickout! David Hunter tried to end this early, but it didn't work!

Hunter pulls Dominator up and he backs him up into the corner. Dominator fights out with a series of right and left hands. David Hunter takes down Dominator with a quick clothesline, followed by another as Dominator immediately shoots back to his feet, but on the third attack Dominator manages to duck, and both men turn at the same time, going nose to nose.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator just keeps coming back no matter what David Hunter throws at him!

Ace Anderson: He probably should have given him a few more chair shots before the match began.

Jerry Andrews: You're too much.

The two men back away from one another, and begin circling once again, before locking up. However, this time Dominator catches his opponent with a surprise knee to the gut, before delivering an arm ringer and catching Hunter with an elbow to the back of the head. He then whips his opponent off into the ropes and swings with a clothesline! Hunter dodges under it and he rolls up his opponent from behind, placing Dominator in a pinning predicament! However, Dominator breaks free and both men get up. Dominator twirls Hunter around before dropping him into a backslide pin attempt for a one count of his own! Hunter gets out and both men get back to their feet/ Dominator quickly takes the advantage with another kick to the gut!

Jerry Andrews: Counter after counter, with Dominator coming out top on the end!

Ace Anderson: These two are certainly evenly matched.

Dominator drags his opponent in closer and then nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then pulls him up for another move, but David begins to fight back with some forearm shots to the ribs, breaking Dominator off. He then battles back with some more punches, before attempting to whip him off the ropes, but Dominator counters and then bends over for a back body drop. However, Hunter sees it coming and looks to counter with a sunset flip, only Dominator refuses to fall backwards, instead stomping Hunter in the head to stop him! He then grabs his opponentand tries dragging him upright, only to have David roll him up inside a surprise small package for a one count! Both men again get back up, but this time, Hunter takes the advantage with a barrage of rights.

Jerry Andrews: What a match!

Ace Anderson: These two are going to wear each other out at this rate!

David Hunter whips Dominator into the ropes, but as Dominator comes back off the rebound he takes down David with him with a clothesline. Both men hit the mat. They both rise and Dominator goes for another clothesline, but David ducks it and hits Dominator with a big boot to the face, staggering him. David Hunter now takes him down with a missile dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: I have to admit, that was a beautiful dropkick! These guys have settled into a real good match after all of the ugliness that happened at the start.

David starts to pull his opponent back upright, but Dominator fights back with some shots to the gut. He then aims a little higher, hammering away at Hunter’s face to force him back towards the corner, before then quickly whipping David into the corner opposite. Dominator charges after his opponent, just as Hunter jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, steadying himself, before then leaping off with a flying knee famasser!

Jerry Andrews: HUNTER SUITE FROM THE TOP ROPES!

Hunter quickly makes the cover:

1...
2...
KICKOUT!

Jerry Andrews: HOW!?

Ace Anderson: Dominator came to battle here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: I think all David Hunter did with that pre-match attack was fire him up more!

David Hunter quickly pulls Dominator up and pushes him into the corner. There, he unleashes a few European uppercuts, before lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle and then following after him. David proceeds to hook his opponent up, getting set to deliver a superplex, but Dominator battles back, shoving David Hunter off the turnbuckles and down to the mat. Now Dominator leaps off...

Jerry Andrews: FORCE IN TIME FROM THE SECOND ROPES!

Ace Anderson: David Hunter was almost ripped in half there!

Dominator pulls his opponent up.... Anachronism!!! The cover:

1...
2....
3!!!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has done it! He's done it! He battled back against everything David Hunter threw at him and he is once again North American Champion!

Ace Anderson: What a match!

Dominator raises the title in the air as David Hunter slowly rolls out of the ring.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEWWWWW PCW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION: DOMINATOR!!!

The shot suddenly changes as a cameraman has been dispatched down towards President Loki's office. PCW officials are seen trying to get inside, but are unable due to the door being blocked. They are left helpless while loud thuds are heard from within.

"Naughty, naughty, Loki! Bad behavior gets punished! Hit him again, love bug!"

The voice is female. Every time officials bang on the door, knocking is returned from the other side.

"What's the secret password??"

"Open the door!"

"Hm. Open the door." She pauses. "WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! Wroooooonnng!!!"

One more LOUD thud is heard for the guess being incorrect.

"I'll give you one more guess. This one is super-duper easy! What's the magic word?"

Nobody wants to play these games with whoever is inside, but they have no choice. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Will you please open the door and let us in?"

There's silence in return. That is until...

BAM! A beaten Loki is thrown into the gathering of help, knocking them over like bowling pins and taking the cameraman down like a domino. Destiny Willard comes skipping out cosplaying as Minnie Mouse. She leads Jason by the hand while having a fit of giggles.

"Destiny and Jason sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. We're in love, we are married, and we have one that can be pushed in a baby carriage!"

With no regard for Loki's condition, she curtsies, then twirls into her husband's body. After they kiss, she returns to leading him away from the scene of the crime. His glare towards Loki paints the picture of someone who just got revenge...

Jerry Andrews: Well that was disturbing....

Ace Anderson: Eh, Loki deserved it.

Jerry Andrews: Come on! Now fans, before we get to tonight's main event, which is sure to be an incredible one, we have an update on the condition of Rick Majors and Holden Ross who, as you saw earlier tonight, we unable to finish their match. Both men have been transported to a local hospital and are receiving care. While both of them are obviously injured, early reports show that there is nothing that could keep either man out of action in the long-term. Rick Majors is going to be kept overnight for evaluation while it looks like Holden Ross will be released later tonight.

Ace Anderson: That's good to hear.

Jerry Andrews: And we also have an update on Brenna Gordon, who was unable to compete tonight after being attacked by Pandæmonium backstage. As you know, she was also transported to hospital, but she will too be released later this evening. So, on that note, we have a pretty big announcement to make. On January 17th, PCW will celebrate the 9th anniversary of Trauma, and on, that evening we will see a rematch between Rick Majors and Holden Ross in a last man standing match!

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Jerry Andrews: Of course, if Holden Ross is still Underground King at that point, the title will be on the line. But that's not all! On that SAME SHOW we will see Dominator defend his newly won PCW North American Championship in a triple threat match against the two competitors he was supposed to compete against here tonight: the former champion David Hunter as well as Brenna Gordon!

Ace Anderson: What a way to kick off 2020!

Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship!

Among the cheers and applause are the chants of Stormm's name. That'll soon flip opposite, but the mood has been set.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo is in this spot for the second time. Will history be different than last year?

Ace Anderson: He was robbed last year, so I say YES!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm was victorious in a North American title defense last year. Now he puts up the richest prize in the game. Gerard's has himself a pair of allies now and Pandemonium has been the name of the game since.

Ace Anderson: You said a mouthful, Jerry. Nobody wants to hear that, what they want is action...and a NEW World Champion.

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. 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 boos as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if relishing in the jeers from the crowd.

Sasha Green: 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 booing, telling them where they can shove it. 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 pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.

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. The Faithful already know what’s coming as the percussion continues on repeat. A spotlight hits the entrance way, and a figure appears, not standing, but through the curtain at a dead sprint towards the ring, the spotlight follows the shadow until it comes to a stop at the backside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: We haven’t seen the shadows in some time Ace, but on the big stage tonight, and seemingly with the odds against him, why not bring them back?

Ace Anderson: It’s too little, too late for Stormm. His mind games won’t stop him from losing the World title here tonight.

Two more spotlights appear through the darkness, and two more obscure shadows rush the ring around Gerard Angelo, as these two stop at the back corners of the ring, on either side of the first. Then, two more, and two more after that, until there are seven total shadows with spotlights on them surrounding the ring. One at each of the four corners, and three more on all sides except from the entrance way. Standing. Waiting.

The war drums reverberate through the area as a set of lights bring the Holllywood sign that’s been setup in the arena for the last two months into view, and the crowd fills the arena with boos. Their jeers don’t last long as they quickly turn to applause as the sign is engulfed in flames. It doesn’t take long for the white lettering to turn to black, as the flames subside.

Ace Anderson: Your World Champion is a kook, and an arson, Jerry. Someone should call the police!

Jerry Andrews: You, and three other degenerates, may be the only ones who think that Ace. Listen to these people, they love it!

Subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings finally 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.

Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, one last spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm 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, and the World title belt hanging from his right.

Sasha Greene: He is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!

Having made it to ringside, Stormm stands as the eighth and final figure completely surrounding the ring, all eight of them looking up at Gerard, who stands defiantly in the center of the ring, but slightly on edge. The seven shadow’s spotlights go out, and Stormm continues to 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.

Jerry Andrews: I never get tired of that.

Ace Anderson: That makes one of us!

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, and raises the World title above his head, and out towards the crowd, 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, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, 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.

PCW World Championship
Singles Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Ed Lane

Ed Lane never gets the chance to hoist the title in the air. Gerard takes it upon himself to rip it out of his hands and put it around his waist. The booing of the crowd let's The Hollywood Hero know where he stands with the idea. Gerry has some barbs for his adversary, but Stormm isn't biting. He is taking the actions speak louder than words approach. The title is returned and passed off, followed by the bell.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Stormm introduces his boots to the kisser with a sudden dropkick. Stormm unleashes a ground and pound and then prevents Gerard from protecting himself by trapping his arms with his legs. Gerry is eventually taken to his feet, where he then switches position on an Irish whip. Stormm initially gets hip tossed, but he spins into a Japanese arm drag, rolling Gerard close to the ropes.

Stormm drops under the raised boots and gets outside. Gerard rolls away from an attempted sweep, but finds nobody home on a baseball slide. Stormm has a clothesline turned into a quick armbreaker! As he's turned from the action, Gerard sneaks back inside and returns with a suicide dive, only for Stormm to catch him with a midair DDT!

Gerard is deposited back in under the bottom rope, but with Stormm following him in stride. Gerard is put on his heels with chops lighting his chest red. Not one to be overshadowed, he returns fire with a series of his own. The faithful OOH's at the piercing sounds. Stormm comes right back at Gerard with alternating strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Chests are redder than a sunburn and now Stormm wants Gerry to having matching luggage under his eyes.

Gerard finds himself against the ropes when he blocks Stormm and gets in a high knee just under the chin. The champ gets booted in the midsection a trio of times and then uppercutted. Stormm bridges the arm! Gerard fights his way out of certain disaster in the form of Eye of the Stormm! Gerard rolls Stormm over and this time gets him with a running uppercut.

Stormm is worked over on the ropes while GERRY SUCKS chants break roll like waves to shore. Stormm balks at a whip across the ring, choosing instead to muscle Gerard over the top rope with both of his feet touching the floor. He reaches through and slams Gerard off the apron. The One is yanked onto the edge and sent running to the top of the ring post.

Stormm shows off a display of power by lifting a dazed Gerard Angelo clear over the top rope with a belly to belly suplex! Shane Douglas would be proud. Gerard, however, is able to front face lock from his grounded position. He shifts into a side headlock takeover, but isn't able to keep the upper hand for very long, losing position to Stormm who promptly shining wizards him into outer space.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard may want a stunt double after that one!

Ace Anderson: Just like Tom Cruise, but without the Scientology crazy, Gerard does his own stunts and gets rightfully praised for his hard work!

Jerry Andrews: Is that why he has Holden and Hunter?

Ace Anderson: Forming a dominant trio. They don't need one another, but joined forces for the greater good of the company.

Gerard finds himself blocking further suplex attempts from Stormm, this after he was prevented from getting a breather outside of the ring. Stormm short-arms him, only for Gerard to waistlock him. Gerry lowers his body to dodge those pesky elbows. Stormm is shoved forward to the ropes. He falls victim to a German suplex, a roll through, then a second German with a bridging pin.

1!

Stormm kicks out just a fraction before two. Gerard looks like someone who feels the count was slower than a DMV line. Gerard takes Stormm to the corner with a running turnbuckle smash. An elbow this time finds the mark, backing Gerard off for a split second. Stormm spins into a roundhouse punch that really turns Gerard around. With quick instinct, Stormm capitalizes on the position by hitting a Hangcloud DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Impact signature by Stormm --- wait a damn second...

Ace Anderson: Oh, yes! I love this!

Jerry Andrews: David Hunter doesn't have his manager's license. He shouldn't be out here! He should be sent to the back to further lick his wounds!

Stormm breaks his own pin attempt in spotting Hunter at ringside. The faithful give Hunter an earful, but aside from taunting and talking to one another, he remains an objective bystander. Stormm makes sure to keep Gerard in front of him while the referee issues a warning to outsider. The unintended consequence is that Gerry low blows Stormm, drawing laughter from his cohort. Gerard uses the disadvantage for a quick school boy while he's at it.

1!

2!

Stormm kicks out, albeit a little more gingerly. Gerard gives himself a quick rest break before turning his attention to Garvin stomping Stormm into the ground. Following a wishbone, Gerry returns to having Stormm's legs lifted, but this time he stomps him in the abdomen. Gerard wraps his arms like a Boston Crab is forthcoming, but instead he rolls through with a reverse slingshot, which slams Stormm on the back of his head.

Ace Anderson: That won't work, Gerry. There's no brain inside.

Jerry Andrews: Which would be bested by the lack of testicular fortitude from him.

Gerard forces Stormm underneath the bottom rope. He further draws jeers from the faithful when he ties Ed Lane up with a phantom complaint about the back of his head. Hunter flocks to Stormm, removing him from sight so he can put the boots to him on the floor. This is preceded with a posting.

Gerard determines that everything checks out while giving a subtle signal for Hunter to back away. GERRY SUCKS chants roar back. Ed notices Stormm struggling to pick himself up, casting immediate suspicion on Hunter on the outside. Naturally, he denies any wrongdoing in the face of the truth.

Gerard steps out through the ropes. Stormm finds himself being kicked in the ribs with full force. This lowers his center of gravity so that he's level with the hardest part of the ring. Gerard scoops Stormm up and bodyslams him right across the edge. He rolls back in and once again distracts Ed Lane from spotting extracurricular activity.

Jerry Andrews: This is a goddamn mugging! 

Ace Anderson: What was that? There's something in my eyes, hold on a second. I think Rick Majors left some of his dust to linger.

David Hunter swiftly powerbombs Stormm to the floor! Stormm is then sent back inside while David Hunter casually acts like nothing happened.

The faithful point out otherwise, but nothing can be done about it except the damage that's already inflicted. Gerard drags Stormm to the center of the ring. Standing shooting star press! He arrogantly hooks a leg.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Denied, but not dissuaded, he tries again with both legs hooked.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Gerard is not amused and not impressed, but the fans that once supported him love watching him fail to secure victory. The accusation of a slow count reemerges from the smug challenger. Stormm is lifted to his feet and sent to the ropes. Running clothesline over the top! Suicide plancha! Gerard makes damn sure further punishment is doled out in front of Stormm fans, one of whom has a sign saying that Gerard is the human equivalent of a razzie award!

That sign is promptly ripped in half.

Stormm takes a swinging neckbreaker before Gerard returns inside of the ring. Ed Lane is pulled to the reverse side to hear complaints about the treatment from the pro-Stormm crowd. Hunter clothesline Stormm down then hits him with a curb stomp. He then tosses Stormm into the ring steps, dislodging them in the process.

Jerry Andrews: This has gone far enough! President Loki needs to do something about this!

Ace Anderson: You're right. He should strip Stormm of his championship. For starters.

Jerry Andrews: I hope Santa visits Costco and leaves you with a case of chapstick.

Gerard drops his protest after signaling his boys away from the ring once again. Gathering Stormm back into the ring leads Gerard to hit a belly to belly suplex in return for the one he took earlier in the match. Primed for further offense, The Hollywood Hero takes a quick run to the ropes, landing a springboard moonsault in the name of Stunt Double! Gerry goes for the pin...and his feet on the ropes!

1!

2!

3---KICK OUT!

The frustrated challenger begins to lose his cool, taking it out on the poor ring canvas. Gerard this time shoots to his feet and is in the face of Ed Lane about his count. Ed has heard enough. He gets the crowd cheering by jawing right back, telling Gerard that if he has a problem with his job performance, he can take his ball and leave to file a complaint right now!

Gerard shoulder checks Ed as he goes to gather a weakened Stormm. The faithful rally to him with FORCE OF NATURE chants, of which Hunter tells them to stfu about. Gerard lifts Stormm in a vertical suplex base but walks him to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Taking a few steps back, he catches Stormm's chin with a leaping ONE HIT WONDER. Stormm whiplashes back and comes to a slumping end.

Gerard initially steps on the center ropes, but chooses to go up top with a second suplex position. Stormm clasps those ropes with whatever remaining strength he has left to do so with. Gerard steps down to the center and then gives a quick pair of European uppercuts. Stormm counters with a turnbuckle smash! Sunset flip powerbomb...NO! Gerard holds the ropes and then lands a hurricanrana! He waits on Stormm to get up and runs...

...into a FLASH FLOOD! Gerard kisses the mat after the reverse STO flattens him. Stormm remains down himself, unable to muster enough to turn Gerry over for a pin. Hunter is beside himself at ringside, unable to dent the champ's armor again.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm may have just changed the tide of things! Gerard was caught by surprise. His arrogance got the better of him!

LET'S GO STORMM!
LET'S GO STORMM!
LET'S GO STORMM!

Stormm slowly drags himself to the nearest set of ropes. Sweat is dripping off of him. His body has been beaten by not one but TWO individuals and he STILL refuses to go down. Inch by inch he finds his way. The faithful do whatever they can to get him going. Hunter is held in check by the watchful eye of Ed Lane. Gerard Angelo is beginning to get to his feet, although he might be on spaghetti legs.

Stormm uses the ropes for leverage. His ring awareness serves him in avoiding the incoming charge. Gerard's momentum works against him by way of a belly to back suplex! Stormm keeps him locked up. Gerard is lead to his feet for an implant facebuster. Stormm collapses to his hands and knees, but he feeds off the faithful's support, converting their energy into a second wind!

Gerard is thrown hard into the buckles. Back body drop! Stormm feeds him to the remaining corners, executing back body drops from every single one of them. Building off that is turnbuckle smashes for a total of forty! Gerard is rocked all the way back to the silent era and may be seeing the ghosts of Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks as his world is filled with disorientation. Inverted atomic drop is followed with a double underhook suplex! Stormm shoots the legs.

1!

2!

3---SHOULDER!

Gerard tries in vain to roll to his "side" of the ring. Hunter takes two steps towards helping him obtain his goal, but Stormm is having none of that. Gerard is dragged away from him. Stormm tosses Angelo to the ropes. On the return he wraps his arms around the neck like an anaconda, cinching in a sleeperhold! Gerard panics as the grip tightens. He reaches for the ropes, but he doesn't have the length to reach. Just as it appears his meeting with Morpheus is set, his right leg splits Stormm's uprights.

Jerry Andrews: He would have to sink to those depths!

Ace Anderson: Just win, baby! You do whatever it takes to win.

Stormm finds himself falling between the top and middle ropes on the backside of the ring and onto the floor. Gerard gasps for air back inside. He signals Ed over for a medical check, which is enough of a cover for Hunter to rush towards the fallen Stormm. Ed catches him! David Hunter is now frozen in place and with an excuse that he was just going to help Stormm get back into the ring safely.

The referee isn't buying it and has news for him: YOU'RE BANNED! David Hunter hops on the apron to protest, but Ed calls for security to show him the way to the locker room. Hunter refuses to leave. Ed ties himself up with trying to have him forcibly removed. More security comes out to finally get himm moved up the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: IT'S ABOUT TIME!

Stormm is halfway rested on the ring apron when Gerard walks to his position to gather him. The moment he's between the ropes is the moment Stormm introduces his black wooden MLB bat to Gerard's head! The impact is strong enough to stun him, but not put him completely out. Stormm hands his signature weapon to a lucky ringside fan and then he jumps back inside.

Ace Anderson: Injustice! This is unfair to Gerard!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, blow it out of your backside, Ace!

Gerard is seized off his feet in a fisherman's suplex, but Stormm gives a two hundred and seventy degree rotation before planting Gerard on his neck, shoulders and upper back with a massive Force of Nature! Stormm has the pin on the backside of the ring, putting Hunter's path to intervention further away than he wanted! Ed sees the event and gets into position. The faithful gleefully count along.

1!

2!

3!

It's all over! Stormm rolls himself out and comes to a rest against the guardrail. Ed jumps out to raise his arm in the air, then waits on the timekeeper to bring him the World Championship.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL World Champion, Stormm!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm remains champion despite the numbers being against him! We'll see you all very soon for the Icey Awards! Thanks for joining us tonight!

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