Post by PCW Staff on Jan 31, 2020 21:22:33 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 265
Friday January 31st, 2020
"My mind is racing, heart is pacing
Everything I want I taste it I embrace it
Gotta have the patience, dedication
Never leave a moment wasted, chasing greatness
I think its kinda funny that they slept on me
Here's a couple things they should know about me
No plan B just a one way ticket
This is what it takes that's the difference"
"I been waiting for this all my life, it's my time
I never hesitate, I dig down, stand my ground
Look at all the valleys that I made it through
You're looking at somebody with too much to lose
The sacrifices made everyday, it's the price I pay
This is what it takes
Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize when it's make or break (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes, this is what it takes"
Fireworks explode throughout the building as the announce team welcomes the audience to another exciting episode of Trauma.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome once again to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews, once again joined at ringside by my broadcast college Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: What a show we have for you tonight! It's going to be madness, chaos, destructive, brutal, violent...
Jerry Andrews: We get it.
Ace Anderson: What I'm saying is we have a No Holds Barred match AND an Underground Title match!
Before Jerry can respond, cameras turn to the back as Tabitha exits Pandæmonium's locker room, looking like a million bucks, and the door magically opens to allow the camera to enter. Shane Dodge steps into the shot, mic in hand, and megawatt smile screwed firmly into place. He clears his throat and launches into his presentation.
Shane: “Welcome PCW faithful! I am. Here, as always, your eyes and ears backstage here in the P.C.W. Arena and I am in the locker room of Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo, collectively known as –“
Shane is abruptly shoved out of the locker room by the Human Wrecking Ball and the door is promptly slammed shut behind him.
Shane: “This just in; Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo are dicks!”
The camera cuts back to the ring.
Familiar bells ring throughout the Pure Class arena, the crowd claps along. "Heaven Knows" begins to play but a motorcycle doesn't emerge from the back instead Cory Steel comes walking out alone, a shower of sparks rain down on him. He is unphased and focused even when a masked short but muscular young man joins him at the top of the ramp. Cory pats him on the shoulder whispering something into his ear and the masked man nods a little to vigorously, his movements down the ramp were jerky and a bit sloppy. Cory grabs a chair sitting it outside the ring in his teams corner pointing at it telling the masked man to sit, which he does but remained stiff, Cory is yelling at him to calm down, he points two fingers at his eyes, and then flips to the ring doing this several times talking quickly to him.
Cory then goes to jog up the Steel stairs where once in the ring he begins to stretch, adjusting the knee braces he wore outside his jeans.
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.
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.
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, 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.
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.
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 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.
DING!Jerry Andrews: Welcome once again to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews, once again joined at ringside by my broadcast college Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: What a show we have for you tonight! It's going to be madness, chaos, destructive, brutal, violent...
Jerry Andrews: We get it.
Ace Anderson: What I'm saying is we have a No Holds Barred match AND an Underground Title match!
Before Jerry can respond, cameras turn to the back as Tabitha exits Pandæmonium's locker room, looking like a million bucks, and the door magically opens to allow the camera to enter. Shane Dodge steps into the shot, mic in hand, and megawatt smile screwed firmly into place. He clears his throat and launches into his presentation.
Shane: “Welcome PCW faithful! I am. Here, as always, your eyes and ears backstage here in the P.C.W. Arena and I am in the locker room of Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo, collectively known as –“
Shane is abruptly shoved out of the locker room by the Human Wrecking Ball and the door is promptly slammed shut behind him.
Shane: “This just in; Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo are dicks!”
The camera cuts back to the ring.
Sasha Greene: "The following no holds barred tag team triple threat match is scheduled for one fall...."
The crowd cheers.
"Introducing first..."
Familiar bells ring throughout the Pure Class arena, the crowd claps along. "Heaven Knows" begins to play but a motorcycle doesn't emerge from the back instead Cory Steel comes walking out alone, a shower of sparks rain down on him. He is unphased and focused even when a masked short but muscular young man joins him at the top of the ramp. Cory pats him on the shoulder whispering something into his ear and the masked man nods a little to vigorously, his movements down the ramp were jerky and a bit sloppy. Cory grabs a chair sitting it outside the ring in his teams corner pointing at it telling the masked man to sit, which he does but remained stiff, Cory is yelling at him to calm down, he points two fingers at his eyes, and then flips to the ring doing this several times talking quickly to him.
Cory then goes to jog up the Steel stairs where once in the ring he begins to stretch, adjusting the knee braces he wore outside his jeans.
"... from New York, New York: CORY STEEL!!!"
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.
"And, his tag team partner, 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.
"... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, 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.
"And their first opponents...."
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.
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.
"... introducing first, from Hangtown, Kentucky: GRIMM!"
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.
"And, his tag team partner, from Salisbury, England: The PCW North American Champion - DOMINATOR!!!"
"And, making his way to the ring, the first member of the final team in this contest, standing at six feet, five inches tall! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is Holden Roooooosssssss!"
"And his tag team partner..."
"...from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!"
You Are A Pirate! by Alestorm hits. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.
Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and takes a few steps along the apron before wiping his feet. He enters through the ropes and proceeds to his corner and hands off his jacket to Tabitha with a wink and a smile.
"And his tag team partner..."
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. 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.
"...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.
Jerry Andrews: I know we just did the introductions, but there are a lot of competitors in this match and we don't want to have to cut to a break during this match, so we're going to do our first commercial spot now! You will not miss a moment! We'll be right back with this incredible no holds barred contest! Don't go anywhere!
Jerry Andrews: I know we just did the introductions, but there are a lot of competitors in this match and we don't want to have to cut to a break during this match, so we're going to do our first commercial spot now! You will not miss a moment! We'll be right back with this incredible no holds barred contest! Don't go anywhere!
No Holds Barred Tag Team Triple Threat Match
The Black Hand [Grimm & Dominator (PCW North American ©)]
vs
Cory Steel & Stormm (PCW World ©)
vs
Pandaemonium [Gerard Angelo & Holden Ross]
Referee: Eric Russo
Jerry Andrews: We're back folks and there are certainly a hell of a lot of combustible elements in this match!
Ace Anderson: I love it! I can't wait for it to blow up!
Jerry Andrews: They've been impatiently waiting during the break, and we had to get a few extra officials out here to keep things orderly, but now it's time to go!
DING!
DING!
DING!
The match starts as you would assume a match like this would start: chaotically. Grimm heads straight for Cory Steel while Dominator goes after Stormm. Gerard Angelo and Holden Ross quickly dive out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Where are Angelo and Ross going? Running and hiding?
Ace Anderson: Ummm…. Nope!
The members of Pandaemonium quickly head under the ring, but return with weapons! Angelo has two chairs in his hands. He tosses them into the ring, then goes under and pulls out a third. On the other side, Holden has a table that he sets up at ringside. He then grabs a chair of his own and the two men enter the ring.
Jerry Andrews: They’re not waiting to bring in the weapons!
Inside, Grimm clotheslines Steel to the mat, but he’s immediately taken down by a steel chair to the back from Holden Ross! Stormm throws Dominator in the corner and he starts to unload on him with strikes, but his offense is cut short by a hard chair shot to the spine from Angelo.
Ace Anderson: I love this! Yes!!!
Holden now drops the chair onto the mat. He sets Grimm up, but the PCW Wrestler of the Decade breaks free. He then kicks Holden in the stomach and DDTs him down onto the chair! Grimm goes for a cover… but Angelo breaks it up at two.
Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, the first pinfall wins the match! This is no holds barred – there are no countouts and no disqualifications, but the fall must happen inside the ring!
Angelo stomps away on Grimm, but it doesn’t last long as he’s struck by Stormm. The PCW World Champion acts quickly and…
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT! ALREADY!
Stormm isn’t even able to go for a cover when he’s hit with a double axehandle smash to the back from Dominator. The North American champion throws Stormm into the corner and unloads on him with strong shots. Meanwhile, Cory Steel gets to his feet, but he’s tackled down to the mat by Holden Ross. Ross now pulls him up, but Steel takes him down with a sudden clothesline! Cory Steel pulls Ross up, but Gerard Angelo is back on his feet now and he clubs Steel in the back.
Meanwhile, Stormm sets Dominator up for a suplex, but Dominator blocks it. He then hits a suplex of his own… but Stormm shifts his weight and he lands on the apron, outside the ring. The two men are still locked up. Stormm now finally hits the suplex he’d been looking for…. to the outside! Both Stormm and Dominator are down on the floor in a heap!
Jerry Andrews: What a move! But it may have taken just as much out of Stormm as it did Dominator!
Inside the ring, Grimm grabs Holden Ross and he hits him with a spinebuster! Holden Ross under the ropes and to the outside, hitting the mats with a thud. Angelo sets Cory Steel up, but Cory fights his way up, grabbing Angelo by the back of the head and throwing him through the ropes to the outside!
Ace Anderson: Bodies and flying all over the place now!
Cory and Grimm find themselves alone in the ring, they stand face to face as the crowd gets loud. It’s Cory who swings first popping Grimm with a left, followed by Grimm right hooking Cory, and an assault of back and forth match for match slobber knocker! Both men hold nothing back as the crowd begins to count their punches...
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10..11..12..13...14..15..16....
..17!
The destruction of the punches begins to shape each man's fatigue, Cory a bit slower but only because of the blood that’s now pouring from his left ear. Both men spotted a busted bleeding lip.
Jerry Andrews: These two guys are beating the hell out of one another!
...18...19.....20!
21!
22!
23!
24!"
It’s Cory who breaks first and Grimm lands a volley of left and rights, following through with not one but 3 Dead Reckonings! Cory is still standing but barely when Grimm then bounces off the ropes coming back with a deadly running lariat that sends the Bear feet over head onto the ring canvas. He isn't moving... but before Grimm can go for the cover, Stormm is back in the ring!
Ace Anderson: Oh man!
Grimm and Stormm now start to unload on one another as the crowd reaches a fever pitch! We don’t get to find out who wins this slugfest however, as Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo are back in the ring with chairs once again! They take both men down with vicious shots and slam the steel chairs down onto the beaten bodies of their victims before high fiving one another in celebration…. their moment in the sun doesn’t last long however as Dominator is back! He hits both men with a double running clothesline!
Dominator now pulls up Angelo…. one arm chokeslam! He grabs Holden around the throat and looks to do the same to him, but Stormm takes him out at the knees. Stormm then gets up, turns his attention to Ross, and quickly drops him with missile dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: It’s hard to follow this madness!
Stormm is the only man up on his feet, but not for long as Grimm rises to face him. The two trade blows once again. This time, Grimm manages to set Stormm up for a DDT, but Cory Steel hits Grimm in the back with a strong forearm shot! Grimm turns to face him, and Stormm takes the opportunity to clothesline him down to the mat. Steel and Stormm then set Grimm up and hit him with a double suplex!
Jerry Andrews: We knew Pandaemonium would be the same page, and so would the Black Hand, but we didn’t know how Steel and Stormm would get along! It seems like they’re working pretty well together though!
Ace Anderson: For now. Watch out, Cory! You can’t trust Stormm! He’ll stab you in the back as soon as he gets the chance.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
Stormm goes for a cover, but Dominator breaks it up. Dominator then turns his attention to Cory Steel… who BOLTS out of the ring in a hurry!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! Steel is out of there!
Ace Anderson: It looks like he wants NO PART of Dominator!
Jerry Andrews: I can’t say I blame him!
Dominator doesn’t get the opportunity to go after Steel, as he’s double teamed from behind by both members of Pandaemonium. Stormm and Grimm are back up. Stormm catches Grimm with a big right hand and he follows it up with a DDT. He goes for a cover, but Grimm kicks out at two. Stormm pulls him up, but Grimm fires back with a series of strikes. Grimm sets Stormm up, but Cory Steel is back in the ring to stop the move. Stormm and Steel take Grimm down to the mat and then turn their attention to Ross and Angelo.
The four men begin pummelling one another with rights and lefts. The ring is a blur of hard-hitting shots and chaotic action. The action continues for quite some time… until Dominator and Grimm get back to their feet. They immediately strike everyone in the ring down with strong shots. Dominator picks up Angelo and drops him with the Namesake! Grimm grabs Holden and hits Foddershock! Both men go for covers at the same time:
1…
2…
Stormm dives at Dominator, breaking up the pin while Cory Steel does the same to Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: This match is still going!
Cory Steel throws Grimm to the outside. Stormm pulls up Dominator, but he’s hit with an uppercut to the face! Dominator tosses Stormm through the ropes. He then turns his attention to Cory Steel. Steel again tries to run, but Dominator grabs him!
Ace Anderson: Uh oh! He got caught!
Dominator grabs Cory Steel around the throat looking for a chokeslam…. but the masked man who accompanied him to the ring is in and he attacks Dominator from behind! Dominator lets Steel go and he turns his attention to the intruder… and then allows Cory Steel to take his legs out from under him with a chop block!
Jerry Andrews: Who is that masked man!?
As Cory Steel stands up, Holden Ross grabs him from behind! Gerard Angelo is up! He has a chair! He swings it at Steel’s head…. Steel ducks and Holden Ross is accidentally hit with the chair by his partner! He falls to the mat, his face a bloody mess.
Ace Anderson: Oh no!!!
Suddenly Dominator is up… and he hits Angelo with the Force of Time, sending him through the ropes and crashing through the table set up at ringside!
Jerry Andrews: HOLY SHIT!
Grimm and Stormm are up…. and Cory Steel takes Grimm down with a big boot to the face! Stormm quickly covers the bloody and disoriented Holden Ross:
1….
2…..
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God what a match!
Ace Anderson: Now THAT was the kind of chaos I like!
Stormm and Steel raise their arms in the air in victory as Trauma heads to commercial.
Ace Anderson: I love it! I can't wait for it to blow up!
Jerry Andrews: They've been impatiently waiting during the break, and we had to get a few extra officials out here to keep things orderly, but now it's time to go!
DING!
DING!
DING!
The match starts as you would assume a match like this would start: chaotically. Grimm heads straight for Cory Steel while Dominator goes after Stormm. Gerard Angelo and Holden Ross quickly dive out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Where are Angelo and Ross going? Running and hiding?
Ace Anderson: Ummm…. Nope!
The members of Pandaemonium quickly head under the ring, but return with weapons! Angelo has two chairs in his hands. He tosses them into the ring, then goes under and pulls out a third. On the other side, Holden has a table that he sets up at ringside. He then grabs a chair of his own and the two men enter the ring.
Jerry Andrews: They’re not waiting to bring in the weapons!
Inside, Grimm clotheslines Steel to the mat, but he’s immediately taken down by a steel chair to the back from Holden Ross! Stormm throws Dominator in the corner and he starts to unload on him with strikes, but his offense is cut short by a hard chair shot to the spine from Angelo.
Ace Anderson: I love this! Yes!!!
Holden now drops the chair onto the mat. He sets Grimm up, but the PCW Wrestler of the Decade breaks free. He then kicks Holden in the stomach and DDTs him down onto the chair! Grimm goes for a cover… but Angelo breaks it up at two.
Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, the first pinfall wins the match! This is no holds barred – there are no countouts and no disqualifications, but the fall must happen inside the ring!
Angelo stomps away on Grimm, but it doesn’t last long as he’s struck by Stormm. The PCW World Champion acts quickly and…
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT! ALREADY!
Stormm isn’t even able to go for a cover when he’s hit with a double axehandle smash to the back from Dominator. The North American champion throws Stormm into the corner and unloads on him with strong shots. Meanwhile, Cory Steel gets to his feet, but he’s tackled down to the mat by Holden Ross. Ross now pulls him up, but Steel takes him down with a sudden clothesline! Cory Steel pulls Ross up, but Gerard Angelo is back on his feet now and he clubs Steel in the back.
Meanwhile, Stormm sets Dominator up for a suplex, but Dominator blocks it. He then hits a suplex of his own… but Stormm shifts his weight and he lands on the apron, outside the ring. The two men are still locked up. Stormm now finally hits the suplex he’d been looking for…. to the outside! Both Stormm and Dominator are down on the floor in a heap!
Jerry Andrews: What a move! But it may have taken just as much out of Stormm as it did Dominator!
Inside the ring, Grimm grabs Holden Ross and he hits him with a spinebuster! Holden Ross under the ropes and to the outside, hitting the mats with a thud. Angelo sets Cory Steel up, but Cory fights his way up, grabbing Angelo by the back of the head and throwing him through the ropes to the outside!
Ace Anderson: Bodies and flying all over the place now!
Cory and Grimm find themselves alone in the ring, they stand face to face as the crowd gets loud. It’s Cory who swings first popping Grimm with a left, followed by Grimm right hooking Cory, and an assault of back and forth match for match slobber knocker! Both men hold nothing back as the crowd begins to count their punches...
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10..11..12..13...14..15..16....
..17!
The destruction of the punches begins to shape each man's fatigue, Cory a bit slower but only because of the blood that’s now pouring from his left ear. Both men spotted a busted bleeding lip.
Jerry Andrews: These two guys are beating the hell out of one another!
...18...19.....20!
21!
22!
23!
24!"
It’s Cory who breaks first and Grimm lands a volley of left and rights, following through with not one but 3 Dead Reckonings! Cory is still standing but barely when Grimm then bounces off the ropes coming back with a deadly running lariat that sends the Bear feet over head onto the ring canvas. He isn't moving... but before Grimm can go for the cover, Stormm is back in the ring!
Ace Anderson: Oh man!
Grimm and Stormm now start to unload on one another as the crowd reaches a fever pitch! We don’t get to find out who wins this slugfest however, as Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo are back in the ring with chairs once again! They take both men down with vicious shots and slam the steel chairs down onto the beaten bodies of their victims before high fiving one another in celebration…. their moment in the sun doesn’t last long however as Dominator is back! He hits both men with a double running clothesline!
Dominator now pulls up Angelo…. one arm chokeslam! He grabs Holden around the throat and looks to do the same to him, but Stormm takes him out at the knees. Stormm then gets up, turns his attention to Ross, and quickly drops him with missile dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: It’s hard to follow this madness!
Stormm is the only man up on his feet, but not for long as Grimm rises to face him. The two trade blows once again. This time, Grimm manages to set Stormm up for a DDT, but Cory Steel hits Grimm in the back with a strong forearm shot! Grimm turns to face him, and Stormm takes the opportunity to clothesline him down to the mat. Steel and Stormm then set Grimm up and hit him with a double suplex!
Jerry Andrews: We knew Pandaemonium would be the same page, and so would the Black Hand, but we didn’t know how Steel and Stormm would get along! It seems like they’re working pretty well together though!
Ace Anderson: For now. Watch out, Cory! You can’t trust Stormm! He’ll stab you in the back as soon as he gets the chance.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
Stormm goes for a cover, but Dominator breaks it up. Dominator then turns his attention to Cory Steel… who BOLTS out of the ring in a hurry!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! Steel is out of there!
Ace Anderson: It looks like he wants NO PART of Dominator!
Jerry Andrews: I can’t say I blame him!
Dominator doesn’t get the opportunity to go after Steel, as he’s double teamed from behind by both members of Pandaemonium. Stormm and Grimm are back up. Stormm catches Grimm with a big right hand and he follows it up with a DDT. He goes for a cover, but Grimm kicks out at two. Stormm pulls him up, but Grimm fires back with a series of strikes. Grimm sets Stormm up, but Cory Steel is back in the ring to stop the move. Stormm and Steel take Grimm down to the mat and then turn their attention to Ross and Angelo.
The four men begin pummelling one another with rights and lefts. The ring is a blur of hard-hitting shots and chaotic action. The action continues for quite some time… until Dominator and Grimm get back to their feet. They immediately strike everyone in the ring down with strong shots. Dominator picks up Angelo and drops him with the Namesake! Grimm grabs Holden and hits Foddershock! Both men go for covers at the same time:
1…
2…
Stormm dives at Dominator, breaking up the pin while Cory Steel does the same to Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: This match is still going!
Cory Steel throws Grimm to the outside. Stormm pulls up Dominator, but he’s hit with an uppercut to the face! Dominator tosses Stormm through the ropes. He then turns his attention to Cory Steel. Steel again tries to run, but Dominator grabs him!
Ace Anderson: Uh oh! He got caught!
Dominator grabs Cory Steel around the throat looking for a chokeslam…. but the masked man who accompanied him to the ring is in and he attacks Dominator from behind! Dominator lets Steel go and he turns his attention to the intruder… and then allows Cory Steel to take his legs out from under him with a chop block!
Jerry Andrews: Who is that masked man!?
As Cory Steel stands up, Holden Ross grabs him from behind! Gerard Angelo is up! He has a chair! He swings it at Steel’s head…. Steel ducks and Holden Ross is accidentally hit with the chair by his partner! He falls to the mat, his face a bloody mess.
Ace Anderson: Oh no!!!
Suddenly Dominator is up… and he hits Angelo with the Force of Time, sending him through the ropes and crashing through the table set up at ringside!
Jerry Andrews: HOLY SHIT!
Grimm and Stormm are up…. and Cory Steel takes Grimm down with a big boot to the face! Stormm quickly covers the bloody and disoriented Holden Ross:
1….
2…..
3!!!
“The winners of this match: Cory Steel and the PCW World Champion Stormm!!!”
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God what a match!
Ace Anderson: Now THAT was the kind of chaos I like!
Stormm and Steel raise their arms in the air in victory as Trauma heads to commercial.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is for the PCW Underground Championship!
"Introducing first. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 195 lbs, HIGH TIDE!
The crowd cheers.
"Introducing first. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 195 lbs, HIGH TIDE!
You Are A Pirate! by Alestorm hits. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
"And his opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 227 lbs, the PCW Underground Champion...RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!"
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
PCW Underground Championship Match
Underground Rules
Rick Majors (PCW Underground 👑) vs High Tide
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors has his first taste of PCW gold, but can he successfully retain against the more than motivated challenger?
There is a minor feeling out process. High Tide opened aggressively last show, but he's showing no early inclination of repeating that strategy. For having gone to hell and back, Majors is looking to be in decent shape since last seen. That's not to say he isn't still paying the price of pain, it's just that he's not showing evidence of being in it. Yet.
They lock horns like two bulls. Tide quickly goes around. Majors looks to change position, but High Tide pushes down on his head repeatedly. Maybe to test out the flexibility of the previously injured neck? Majors clips Tide in the teeth with a swift elbow, pushing the pirate back near the ropes.
High Tide is gifted a drop toe hold and then a taste of his own medicine while down. High Tide rolls away and then shoots Rick a look about it. Majors holds his ground and then engages in another grapple. High Tide breaks it off and instead shoves the champion. Rick promptly gives the same in return. Tide is hit with another drop toe hold. Rick attempts to grapevine the leg for a quick submission, but Tide squirms his way out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: I see Majors is playing the part of schoolyard bully. Success sure has gone to his head.
Jerry Andrews: What are you talking about? High Tide was the instigator and found out that Rick wasn't going to tolerate it.
Ace Anderson: Where's Matchbox 20 when you need them?
Jerry Andrews: Itunes. You can digitally download their albums, ya know?
Tide paces around the ring. The front row faithful tease him about his ideas backfiring like a cartoon villain using a bomb, but he pays them little attention. It's not like they have rum or treasure or beautiful women around. High Tide jumps back in. Majors is there to light him up with some massive chops, each one harder than the last. Tide covers up and catches Majors with a sudden headbutt.
Rick blocks an attempted turnbuckle smash. Tide is clipped again by an elbow and then finds his non-gold teeth rattled by the other side. Majors alternates until he has High Tide stumbling like a drunk captain on the deck of his ship. Running clothesline! A second! A third! High Tide tries getting out of dodge but is stopped. Majors drags him back to the center and then drops elbows into the back.
High Tide is whipped to a corner. Then the opposite side. Then back to where he started. Then one more to the opposite side. A running knee puts the pirate on the outside floor and Majors is quickly out after him. Battering ram to the ring steps! High Tide's next treasure may be a large bottle of aspirin. Majors leads him away. After a series of half hatch knee strikes, a brainbuster gets blocked. High Tide initially has Majors lifted for a suplex, but the champ bails out and then hits a reverse DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Rick brought the impact on that, no pun intended!
Tide is rolled back in. Rick was going to join, but spots someone in the crowd. He moves over for a better look.
Ace Anderson: Arica Lewitt is here!
Jerry Andrews: She's nothing but trouble.
Ace Anderson: She's here to support High Tide, Jerry.
Majors breaks from the view and pays the price of distraction the moment he turns around. High Tide has clubbed him Tonya Harding style in the knee with a spyglass! With Majors dropped, High Tide crowns his head with the nautical item. High Tide continues his assault before switching to a choke. Majors manages to monkey flip Tide off of him, then he disappears under the ring!
Ace Anderson: You see?? Majors is already practicing for his new career.
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!
High Tide checks under the side Rick started under. Nothing. He pulls back confused as to how he could disappear as fast as he did. Tide checks around the entire ring, but doesn't spot Rick Majors anywhere. Out of frustration he consults with "Trouble" Lewitt. High Tide finishes with her and then starts to have a more thorough look. Majors sneaks out of the crowd with a baseball bat! Lewitt screams at Tide but it's too late. Majors pummels High Tide with a bat from the 1993 Toronto Blue Jays World Series team and THEN hits a brainbuster on it!
High Tide is put back in the ring holding his head. He slowly sits on his knees, begging off Majors, who enters with a limp and his signature weapon. Just as he gets ready to swing for the fences, High Tide uppercuts him through the legs with Yo Ho Blow and pair of pink brass knuckles! Majors sells it like his testicles have been detached, falling into the ropes in shock and pain. High Tide gathers his bearings before moving to Majors.
High Tide aggressively works him over with knuckle shots to the head, busting him open in the process. Majors manages to shove him backwards and then is able to drop to the floor. High Tide jumps out. Majors is sat back against the ring steps. He then procures a cannonball from Arica! That immediately grabs the faithful's attention. It gets set down so Tide can work Majors over with a pair of headbutts. Tide smears Rick's own blood all over his face and eyes, then kicks his legs apart.
Jerry Andrews: I have a really bad feeling about this...
High Tide returns to the cannonball. It becomes a bowling ball with one shove. IT HITS. Majors folds over, grabbing onto his nether regions, garnering plenty of sympathy from those in attendance. Tide struts over feeling good about himself, although those previous bat shots make him move off keel. Rick has his head pushed back with a foot in an insulting manner. Then Tide taunts him with a pair of slaps to the face. Rick fires up! High Tide takes some body shots, but extinguishes with an inverted atomic drop.
Majors is rolled back into the ring. High Tide climbs the buckles. Moonsault onto knees! Majors folds himself over sideways while High Tide is fetal. MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS! Rick slowly pulls himself forward, showing the never say die attitude he's known for. One hand grabs the middle rope, giving him an assistant. His other hand is a bit more shaky as it reaches out. Lewitt slams it on the edge of the ring! Majors finds himself getting slid under the bottom rope and hit with a DDT to the floor!
Jerry Andrews: When did this become a handicap match??
Ace Andrews: When Rick won the Underground title. Duh.
The boo birds are out in full force as Arica "Trouble" Lewitt sets a table up for Majors to be put on. High Tide realizes his fortunes may have changed. He goes to the top again. The table is broken by a moonsault to the outside!! Lewitt eases Tide off of Majors, so that she can toss his bloody carcass back into the ring. She then puts High Tide in and waits for the count to be made after he has a pin.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Those boos turn to cheers as Rick Majors still has a pulse. Lewitt muscles the cannonball back into the ring. High Tide positions it. Majors is pulled to his feet. Snap suplex onto it!! Majors starts to arch his back like he were a bow once he rolls off. Tide flips him onto his stomach. The cannonball is pushed out of the ring. Tide goes to the top for the third time. Moonsault onto the back! Majors begins to twitch in his own blood before Tide shoves him over for a pin.
1!
2!
3!---KICK OUT!
The anger of the pirate grows. Lewitt is motioned into the ring. High Tide assists Majors up so that Arica can hold him steady. But not before she puts on a pair of latex gloves. After all, Rick Majors is a disease! Tide slips on the pink "Trouble Knucks" again...
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors is about to be reminded of his losing ways. Just like the Raptors without Kahwai Leonard.
Jerry Andrews: Check the standings much? They're 33-14.
Ace Anderson: Yeah and second best! Just like Majors in this match! All hail the PIRATE KING!
Moments before High Tide deals the shot, Majors kicks Lewitt in the vagina, enabling him to drop out of harm's way. Tide inadvertently puts Arica's lights out AND puts her out of the ring. Tide profusely apologizes to her. While distracted by his mistake, Majors has managed to weakly retrieve his signature weapon. He stands on wobbly legs, staggering forward with a hurting back. Tide turns and has those pink knucks swung off his hand. Then a discus swing to the head lands flush! He's busted open!
Jerry Andrews: Majors has life!
Ace Anderson: He must be a zombie, because he keeps coming back from the dead. Willard. Holden. Now High Tide. Why won't he DIE??
Majors finds regained strength in his strikes. Each time he lands a combination, Tide is left seeing stars. A pump knee lift rattles Tide backwards on the ropes, propelling him into The Centre of Attention! High Tide kisses the mat. Rick flops on top of him. A minor roll gets him a pin.
1!
2!
3---SHOULDER!
Majors spots the pink knucks. He slips them on his hand and gives Tide a taste of his own blood. Then he bites the open wound! Rick "The Animal" Majors has been unleashed! Tide is pulled to his feet. Arica has started to climb to the apron. Tide is pushed into her. Lewitt eats guardrail! Tide eats Believe in This---NO---High Tide with The Pirate Code!
1!
2!
3!!
Ace Anderson: YES!
Jerry Andrews: NOT SO FAST, Ace! Ed Lane is waiving it off.
Ace Anderson: This is highway robbery!
Jerry Andrews: You can call it whatever you want. Rick Majors beat the count by a half second!
High Tide uses Ed's shirt to wipe the blood off his head. He then continues to berate him about the decision. Majors slaps a KICK ME sign on Tide's back before jerking him around by the shoulder. He spits rum in his face! Then kicks him in the midsection, bridges the arms and delivers The Major Impact! As if that was the last drop of reserve energy, Majors collapses over High Tide...
1!
2!
3!
There is no count break this time. Majors is successful and Linkin Park is playing.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and still Underground Champion, Rick "The Impact" Majors!
Ace Anderson: I'm going straight to network executives after this show ends!
Jerry Andrews: To do what, apply for a second job? Rick Majors had to overcome shenanigans to retain his title. I'm damn proud to call him a champion.
Majors is able to stand on his own two feet outside of the ring. He clutches his title like it's his only possession in the world, then starts his way to the back while receiving the adulation of the PCW faithful.
- CLICK -