Post by PCW Staff on Mar 27, 2020 21:12:26 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 268
Friday March 27th, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and we're LIVE on TBS!
Ace Anderson: Damn right we are! And we've got another incredible show for you tonight! Three huge matches and - Jerry, I'm so excited - because it's Icemann Invitational Tournament time!
Jerry Andrews: That's right! We're going to announce the tournament brackets tonight and our first round matches will take place on the next episode of Trauma!
Ace Anderson: It's going to be incredible! And now let's get down to the ring for some action!
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 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.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent! From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing 159 lbs, BRENNA GORDON!
The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.
So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.
As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.
'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.
The roaring cheers come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.
'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...
Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.
Singles Match
Brenna Gordon vs High Tide
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Is this billed as the Battle of the Sea?
Ace Anderson: That'd be too clever for PCW marketing. But would you look at the intensity in Brenna's eyes? She's ready to drag High Tide down into the dark abyss.
Jerry Andrews: He'll have company joining him. Brenna has to be considered one of the favorites to win the Icemann Invitational.
Ace Anderson: Have you seen the field? Who's all in??
High Tide is seen giving Brenna a leering up-and-down, almost as if he's picturing what she might look like without her ring attire. He becomes so engrossed that it takes a double tap of dynamite balled up in Brenna's fists to knock reality into him. Those strikes continue to land at such a clip that Tide's only line of defense is the referee getting involved.
Brenna flips around him and begins to unleash her fury through her feet as High Tide is stomped continuously. He may think he can escape by way of slipping out of the ring, but Brenna isn't about to allow him to achieve it. She stands the pirate up and dishes out a quick one-two right in the eyes. High Tide staggers away disoriented, but Brenna remains aggressive. A running knee pushes Tide down into a corner. High Tide swings back, but after Brenna dodges, she hits a knee lift with a leg sweep right after.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think High Tide expected this.
Ace Anderson: Doing your homework is important, kids. My name is Ace Anderson and that was a public service announcement. Thank you.
Brenna runs to the far corner and returns with a baseball slide between the legs! Tide's eyes widen as he lays slumped over the bottom rope. She backs off long enough for the referee to check on things, but her eyes remain zeroed in. Brenna dishes out some trash talk as the fans are whipped into a cheering frenzy for her. High Tide starts to pull himself up. Brenna hits a dropkick to the back of his knees. While he's on all fours, a standing shooting star collapses his back. She rolls him over for a pin.
1!
2!
Tide kicks out right as the hand goes down. She pulls him to his feet for a side Russian leg sweep, but Tide slips around to a waistlock. Brenna is far too quick for him as before he knows what happened, he's on the receiving end of a German suplex AND a shining wizard. This time High Tide crawls his way out of the ring. The problem is Brenna beat him to it and is just waiting on him to notice. That's when a hand suddenly grabs her by the boot from under the ring. She promptly breaks free of the grasp and stomps down on it, but it allows High Tide to level her with a clothesline.
Tide breaks the count of the referee and then takes some time to recover from the torrent of offense. The pirate gently lifts Brenna up by the hair, but then he whips her to the guardrail by it in an aggressive manner. She gets her boot in his face as he moves in, but he tosses her into the steel steps for it. Brenna is rolled into the ring and is hit with a pair of elbow drops before her leg is hooked for a pin.
1!
She refuses to stay down for any longer than that. High Tide hits a beauty of a springboard moonsault to take the air out of her body, but then he begins leering at her position as she sells the spot. High Tide shakes off whatever fantasy he may be thinking in order to send her to the nearby corner head first. Tide storms in just as she's turning around. Spinning heel kick! Brenna stumbles out of the corner and eventually falls to her knees. High Tide leaps to the top and comes flying down with a bulldog.
Ace Anderson: That was some impact!
A pin.
1!
2!
Brenna refuses to stay down as she kicks out between counts. High Tide brings her up. He's hit with a sudden snap suplex! Brenna turns the hips and attempts a second one, but High Tide counters with a flip piledriver. A headbutt spins Brenna away after she's pulled to her feet. High Tide allows her to face him before she's clotheslined over the top rope. He now pulls the referee's attention away...
Jerry Andrews: Oh, for the love of---This isn't a handicap match!
Sure enough, Arica "Trouble" Lewitt and Wasp have made their appearance, both coming from under the ring. Over a rousing chorus of boos they work Brenna over---but not without resistance. Ever the fighter, she gets in her own offense, eventually forcing them back to their hiding spot, but is unable to do anything about High Tide's suicide dive into her. Brenna is introduced to the rail head first.
Action returns to the ring. High Tide finds further complications from his feisty opponent as Brenna pastes him with a double mule kick. Tide collapses onto the apron, giving Brenna enough recovery time. She evades an attempted shoulder, of which she quickly bridges Tide's arms before slamming him with a tiger suplex!
1!
2!
High Tide kicks out of that just in time. Brenna's second wind is cut short as she's taken back to the corner after attempting to bring High Tide up. With her back compromised on the collision, High Tide moves them out so he can hit a suplex of his own. A northern lights variety and it comes with a bridge.
1!
2!
Brenna kicks out and then somehow maneuvers them around to where she has a triangle choke! High Tide waves his free arm frantically. There's no sign that he's about to tap, so Brenna applies further pressure. Wasp reappears and is on the apron for a distraction. The referee is pulled in that direction, unable to see High Tide tapping out! Arica Lewitt jumps into the ring to put a stop to Brenna's submission. She works her over with stomps to keep her grounded.
Brenna shoots the legs and starts to fight back, but High Tide makes it a numbers game. They double team Brenna until she's no longer putting up a fight. Arica leaves only after High Tide hits Man Overboard! Wasp gets the signal and the two congregate away from the ring. The referee slides into position for the count.
1!
2!
Kick out!!
Jerry Andrews: Brenna refuses to lose! She's no stranger to the numbers game and perhaps that adds to her resilience.
Ace Anderson: Brenna is certainly tough and strong willed, but she's also rusty.
Jerry Andrews: She hasn't looked it so far.
Ace Anderson: Well...no. But she will! Just you wait.
High Tide has grown frustrated by this. He begins talking to himself while punishing Brenna with violent strikes to the head. He waistlocks her again, fighting off knees to the ribs in order to throw her with a gutwrench suplex. High Tide hits the ropes and finds canvas on the attempted moonsault!
Brenna works her way to her feet with full crowd support. A spinning back kick to the gut doubles High Tide over. Crash the Shore! Brenna eyes Tide's comrades as they get closer to the ring now that he's in trouble as gives them quite a heated diatribe in French. She seats herself on the top turnbuckle, hitting Tide with a dropkick at the precise moment he turns in her direction.
Wasp jumps onto the apron and is promptly scolded by the referee. Lewitt climbs inside of the ring. Brenna's agility is shown as she backflips into a lungblower! Lewitt is thrown out of the ring like a sack of trash. Wasp is knocked to the floor with a shotgun dropkick. After the slightest of looks to the tron, she spins herself past High Tide's incoming attack, hitting the ropes in stride...
Jerry Andrews: RIP TIDE! And I don't mean death.
Brenna hooks the legs.
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for as Brenna raises her arms in victory over cheers and Florence's vocals.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner: Brenna Gordon!
No sooner is her arm raised does the pack of wolves pounce on her. Brenna tries in vain to not succumb, but it's all for naught as sometimes the numbers take over. A series of tandem moves further knocks life out of her. Just as Wasp and Lewitt prepare to get her setup for Tide...
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is here and you better believe he's got payback on his mind!
Ace Anderson: And a chair in his hands!
Majors violently thrusts the chair into Tide's stomach and then goes for broke on his back. Brenna is thrown aside but Majors pummels Wasp and Lewitt with equal vigor as their skulls are targeted. Majors begins to wildly slam the chair on the trio with no signs of letting up! They take their powder just as Majors goes to drop Tide on his own head, but the former Underground champion invites them back down.
Jerry Andrews: Even after all of that, I think the score is far from being settled!
Ace Anderson: Brenna was saved by an unlikely ally, but has the past between them been put to rest?
Jerry Andrews: I think it has, Ace!
There's a momentary bout of tension between the two superstars and perhaps even a nod of appreciation. Majors leaves the chair inside as he takes his leave. Brenna looks towards the roaring crowd after picking the dented chair up. There's one last glance between her and Majors before cameras cut away.
We go backstage in the halls of the Pure Class Arena. We see Shane Dodge standing tall with a microphone in hand. He has an arm wrapped around his shoulder from the right side of the camera.
Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time: David Hunter and Gerard Angelo, Pandæmonium.
The camera zooms back where we can David on the right, his arm the one wrapped around Shane. He has his wrestling attire on and a smirk on his face.
To Shane's left is Gerard, dressed in his own wrestling gear, a smirk of his own across his face.
Shane Dodge: Gentlemen, tonight you will face off against Grimm and Cory Steel. At the last Trauma, you two faced Grimm as well, though his partner was Brenna Gordon. What makes tonight any different?
David takes the mic from Shane's hands. The latter voluntarily gives it up.
David Hunter: Well Shane, good ol' buddy Shane...last week Gerry and I lost our match.
The crowd can be heard cheering. The smirk of Gerard drops a smidge, but it isn't long before it returns to its proper place.
David Hunter: It sucked. We deserved better than what we got, but we took what we were given and made the most of it. Now it is quite unfortunate that we did not walk away the winner...but I put all the Otis...on Brenna. Ya see Brenna...for all the shit you like to talk, I have never once shown that I am not a genuine man. For all the shit you like to say about our faction, about our gender, about our attitudes, about our actions, you've completely ignored the fact that for every loss I have taken, I have taken it on the chin. For every loss I've taken, I've come back stronger and more willing.
David chuckles a little big, using the hand grabbing the mic to scratch his beard.
David Hunter: And yet...despite what you might think...you've beaten me enough times for me to understand that...you're right. The only way I can beat you is with some help. But what the hell is wrong with that? In case you've forgotten Brenna, this is professional wrestling. This isn't your local gym meet down at the high school. This is the big leagues, baby! The name of the game is to win. Why we do...what we do...is to win. We were unsuccessful at the last Trauma...but Gerry, Holden, and I have gotten to where we are because of what we've done. We've taken out Alexa Black...because of what we did. We took you out...because of what we did. And now that you're back, are you on a path of revenge? Are you going to...take out all of us? Are you going to...oh no...beat us in a professional wrestling match?
David looks around, acting like he's frightened. Eventually, he shakes his head, the smirk returning.
David Hunter: Fine. Go right ahead. But at the end of the day, we've proven we have what it takes to eliminate you entirely. Besides...you're not even in my vision...so shut the fuck up for once and stop thinking you're the top dog. You're just a bitch ready to be put down.
David sniffs, allowing the crowd's jeers to shine through his pause. He returns the mic to his face.
David Hunter: But tonight I get in the ring with Cory Steel. The North American Champion. Tonight is about calling my shot. I've already taken out Dominator...adding to the list of names including the aforementioned Alexa and Brenna, as well as Sicko and the recently returning Kyle Shane...and really, Dom was the guy I was looking to beat anyway. It was only fortuitous and...unfortunate for Cory that he found himself holding the prize that I want back. Cory I want my rematch...and if I have to pin you in that ring to prove I deserve a shot...than fine. But if you think you're anything that I haven't already beaten...than think again. The last time we fought for a championship didn't go well for you, and we had three other people to worry about. Holden's my ally now, Alexa's nowhere to be seen, and after I beat Tyler...he seemingly gave up. The odds are not in your favor Cory...and when I get my shot...you're gonna be aware...why you should always...be afraid...of the Hunter.
David tosses the mic over to Gerard, who catches it in one hand and begins to speak. David's arm is still wrapped around Shane's shoulder.
Gerard Angelo: I’ll say this. I ABSOLUTELY f***ing hate losing. I hate losing to someone like Brenna Gordon, who obviously has a problem with my associates and I. Now I’m gonna quote the great poet, Lil B, and say, “If you got a problem, come see me”. But no, you’d rather go into your weird blog and say you’re never gonna mention us again, before spending the next ten minutes pontificating about us. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you had a crush on me and dear ol’ David here.
Gerry smirks cockily into the camera as David grins and gives Shane a shake.
Gerard Angelo: I’m not a hard man to find, Brenna. If you want to put your big girl pants on and try to be the hero, just say so. You want to be the top chick, and be the one that rids Pure Class Wrestling of Pandæmonium, then just say so. We put you on the shelf once, and well will do it again. It’ll give you more time to be a marine biologist, or the “Little Mermaid, or whatever it is you do.
Gerry smirks as David chuckles. Gerard face suddenly shifts to serious
Gerard Angelo: But tonight, we once again have to wrestle in a tag match. For not other reason then PCW brass to keep trying to break us down. They fear us, yet disrespect us at the same time, thinking we are going to get frustrated and give up on our goal. The goal to tear Pure Class Wrestling down level by level, brick by brick, and rebuild it in our own image. So they send us PCW’s icon, the Red Demon, The Hangtown Horror himself, Grimm. See they send Grimm because he has my number, admittedly. They send Grimm because they want to snuff out or movement before we gain a proper foothold. But, nobody personifies the old way of thinking in PCW more then Grimm. And that’s why he needs to be properly dealt with. Ain’t that right, David?
David Hunter: Damn right!
The two fist bump before Gerard shoves the microphone into Shane's chest and he and Hunter walk off.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk adorning his face.
When the lights return to arena, David walks towards the ring, glancing at a lot of the fans as he passes by. A few want high-fives or just to touch him, but David stays just out of reach, taunting them along the way with fake tears or just avoiding their hands.
As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and another smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida: DAVID HUNTER!
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 Greene: And his partner, 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 their 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.
Sasha Greene: ... first, from Hangtown, Kentucky: GRIMM!
"Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Wreckless plays. A school bell rings....the crows claps along with the clapping of the song matching its beat. A motorcycle emerges from the back with Cory Steel on the back, the outlaw stops at the top of the ramp where he holds a fist up in the air. The massive man also lays down on the accelerator drowning out the music and the crowd!
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner, he is the PCW North American Champion: CORY STEEL!!!
Tag Team Match
Grimm & Cory Steel [PCW North American ©]vs Pandaemonium [Gerard Angelo & David Hunter]
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
The match begins with Cory Steel facing off against David Hunter.
Jerry Andrews: You know that David Hunter wants the North American title back – and it’s currently held by the man facing him in the ring, so this could get intense and fast!
Jerry is right. Cory swings with a right hand that connects. David immediately fires back. The two men jump right into high gear, unloading on one another with strong right hands. David Hunter gets the upperhand when he kicks Steel in the midsection, causing him to double over. He then drives his elbow into the back of Steel’s head and quickly follows that with a dragon suplex.
Hunter goes for the cover and barely gets two. He pulls Steel up and throws him into the corner. He walks in towards his opponent, but Steel kicks him in the stomach. He then runs out of the corner with a clothesline. Steel pulls Hunter up, but Hunter slugs him in the face with a forearm. He then hits him with a knee to the head.
Hunter throws Steel into his corner and he tags in Gerard Angelo. The two briefly double team their opponent before David leaves the ring. Angelo pulls Steel out of the corner, sets him up, and hits a powerbomb! He goes for a cover, but Steel kicks out at two.
Jerry Andrews: Cory Steel needs to get to his corner fast! He’s being worked over by Angelo and Hunter right now.
Ace Anderson: That’s the huge advantage they have. They’re a team. You think there’s any chance Grimm and Cory Steel work together as well as Gerard Angelo and David Hunter do? Of course there isn’t.
Angelo pulls Steel up, but Cory shoves him backwards. He then runs at Angelo and nearly cuts him in half with a spear! Steel gets to his feet and catches his breath for a moment. When Gerard gets up, he’s hit with a big boot right to the head! Cory Steel goes for a cover!
Ace Anderson: Just a two-count!
Steel stands up and he tags Grimm into the match. Grimm walks over to Angelo, who is just getting to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: See? They tagged and there was no incident! Maybe this is going to work out!
Grimm hits Gerard Angelo with a fisherman’s suplex and holds on, getting a two count. He pulls him up and looks for a DDT, but Angelo battles his way out of it. Grimm tries to grab him, but Angelo clotheslines him down to the mat. Angelo now waits for Grimm to get up and, when he does, he connects with a One Hit Wonder!
Angelo with a cover!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm kicks out at two!
Angelo tags David Hunter into the match now. Hunter pulls Grimm up, but he’s hit with two strong shots to the stomach that doubles him over. Grimm now with a DDT. He pulls Hunter up and suplexes him down to the mat. Grimm then goes to his corner and reaches to tag in Cory Steel….
…. who isn’t there!
Jerry Andrews: What the hell!?
Ace Anderson: Ha ha! I told you!
Cory Steel drops down to the floor. Grimm looks down at him, his arm outstretched for a tag, and Steel shrugs his shoulders and walks away! This gives David Hunter the chance to attack Grimm from behind! He slams Grimm’s head into the top turnbuckle, then rolls him up!
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Grimm kicks out!
Hunter stays on his opponent, unloading on him with a series of stomps. Hunter now throws Grimm into the Pandaemonium corner and he tags in Gerard Angelo! Angelo comes in and hits Grimm with a series of kicks to the midsection, leaving him slumped in the corner. He tags Hunter back into the match who does the same thing before tagging Angelo back!
Ace Anderson: David Hunter and Gerard Angelo just stomping the life out of Grimm in the corner now!
Jerry Andrews: And would you look at this? Cory Steel has walked over to the timekeeper’s table to retrieve the North American Championship! And now… now he’s leaving the ringside area!?
Angelo pulls Grimm up. Grimm shoves him back and then clotheslines him down. Suddenly David Hunter rushes in and attacks Grimm. The referee stops him, but the damage has been done. Angelo runs at Grimm as he gets up….
Ace Anderson: Headhunter!!
He then tags David Hunter into the match. He waits for Grimm to stand and….
Ace Anderson: Thrill of the Hunt!
Jerry Andrews: This is disgusting! I hope you’re proud of yourself, Cory Steel!
Ace Anderson: He’s gone, Jerry. He’s probably already in the showers.
David Hunter covers his opponent:
1….
2….
3!!!
Gerard Angelo rushes into the ring to celebrate as Pandaemonium is declared victorious!
Sasha Greene: The winners of this match: Gerard Angelo and David Hunter: Pandaemonium!!!
Trauma returns backstage to show Kassandra Black standing by in the interviewing area, and she looks nervously over at the person standing next to her. The camera pans over to show Kyle Shane. Clad in a slightly more modified adult version of his pop-punk look with a white shirt and suspenders with the sleeves rolled up, Kyle's smirk appears. He still boasts the same easy cockiness, but his eyes and his body language show a newfound intensity. Kassandra starts to talk, but Kyle cuts her off with an ironic chuckle.
Kyle Shane: ...So, you're David Hunter's bae, huh? He was getting pretty familiar when I left.
Kassandra's eyes widen and she doesn't let the beat go on long before straightening up and adjusting the neckline of her top with an annoyed headshake.
Kassandra Black: ...Moving along. So, I am standing here with Kyle Shane. Kyle, you returned in a big moment on last Trauma, targeting Raven Hex and Tyrone Smith. Where have you been, and why did you pick now to come back?
Kyle Shane: I'll answer the second part first because it's easier. I came back now because Pure Class Wrestling needs me. You've got an interminable number of weird alliances, Gerard Angelo and David Hunter, Willard and his mommy, Stormm and being bland. You have the Icemann Invitational Tournament coming up. And in all of this time since you've been gone, there has been a clear spark lacking... it's something I've put a lot of thought into in my months on the shelf.
Kassandra Black: What, exactly do you mean by that?
Kyle's gaze turns down, his brow knits together, reflecting.
Kyle Shane: I thought of 2019 purely in terms of failure for me. Right? I lost the World Championship after a record-setting run. I lost the semi-finals of the 2019 TIIT and got just a pat on the back "Oh, it was such a close match" glad-handling reacharound. I lost again, and again in my quest for gold, to replicate my beginning rise to the top, to be Remastered and do what I'd done before. And that was where I went wrong. I was just falling into the same cycle and repeating what had come before, just with a new spit shine. I wasn't really bringing anything new.
He looks up, those piercingly focused eyes looking at Kassandra, his words quietly intense.
Kyle Shane: And that's the problem systemic of this company, because the rest of those people in the locker room have been getting by with not doing anything new this whole time and look where it's gotten them. Spit and polish it with new and weird alliances, but not one person that benefitted off of my lackluster 2019 really capitalized on their fortunes... the World Title was lost in the first defense, the winner of the 2019 TIIT isn't even here anymore... and on, and on, and ON. Nothing changed because everyone of them was also lacking spark, lacking nerve. They were missing what I brought to the table - what I ORIGINALLY brought to the table. Not remasters, not reboots. And I saw... where I was going wrong in my 2019.
He breathes in, then his mouth quirks in a not quite smirk, mirthlessly.
Kyle Shane: I made the gold trophies more important than the achievement, and the skill, than the craft. I put the cart before the horse. I am a gamer, and I know now trying to speed run back to the top wasn't going to work. So what is more important, being World champion again, or going out there consistently and delivering the absolute best content, every single time, so much that it's not even debatable when you watch Kyle Shane at work you are witnessing the best in the God damn world. That is what I was lacking, and in all of the time I spent in the later half of 2019 - after my injury - and into this year, I realized that not working to that potential and just cranking out gold baiting bullshit that just regurgitated tropes and beats from three years previous made me no better than the Stormms and so forth that I held in disdain. Essentially, there was a HOLE there.
Now he does smile, his eyes narrowing to slits, his grin unnervingly nasty.
Kyle Shane: It's gone now.
Kassandra Black: You keep referencing an injury. Was what David Hunter did to you enough to -
Taken aback for half a second Kyle's face takes on three emotions in a heartbeat before laughing shortly, cutting that off at the knees.
Kyle Shane: HA. You thought David Hunter was the one who put me on the shelf this whole time, you... you think I'm back to "get revenge on the man who nearly ended my career," You... Ha. Hahahaha man that's... that's something.
Pause, getting serious.
Kyle Shane: I broke my back.
Kassandra Black: You what??
Kyle Shane: A life-altering, perception altering event that I'm not going to describe here. One that forever changed the person I see myself as, and what I want to achieve. But first and foremost, I know that some people don't come back from things like that. But from this moment forth, I am going to be fighting those odds. And I'm going to be winning.
He turns to face her, bending down a little due to the height difference.
Kyle Shane: So, am I coming back to kick your little boyfriend David Hunter's ass for attacking me before? I don't know... maybe you should tell him he's on notice... And the 2020 Icemann Invitational and whoever I inevitably am paired against in that, they're on notice... hell, anyone and everyone.
He lifts a finger in the understood "one moment" gesture.
Kyle Shane: But it isn't for titles. For glory. Or even for petty revenge. I'm coming, training harder than I ever did, fighting harder than I ever had, because I am rising. From the worst possible year of my life. And I am reclaiming something that was missing from me all along, and holding it right up to everyone to show them -
Suddenly, a figure off camera catches Kyle's eye. He stops in his train of thought, and his mouth hangs open. The camera spins around to spot BRENNA GORDON walking down the hallway, passing by them. With a turn of her head, she smiles at Kyle.
Brenna Gordon: Hey, Kyle.
She doesn't even break stride, and soon she walks around the corner. The camera turns back to Kyle, broken from his train of thought, and it then looks back and forth from Kyle's flabbergasted face to Kassandra, her eyebrows raised, questioning. Kyle has to take a moment to recover his thoughts, and then he makes a polite bow to the camera.
Kyle Shane: ...If you'll excuse me.
Kyle, trying to be nonchalant, walks off down the hall in the same direction Brenna just walked. The camera turns back to Kassandra, who's mouth and eyebrows quirk and she gives a quiet "huh." The scene switches back to ringside.
Jerry Andrews: Well ladies and gentlemen, you've heard people talking about it for weeks, you've heard how wrestlers in this company can't wait for it to start, and you know how important it is.
Ace Anderson: Oh yeah! Unless they.... errr.... get injured and watch as the clock runs out, the winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament earns a guaranteed title shot at any championship of their choosing for one year's time!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm, Kyle Shane, Dan Fierce, Non Compos Mentis, Murdoc, Stormm, and - yes - Ace Anderson have won this tournament in the past and watched as it changed their careers!
Ace Anderson: I won it TWICE.
Jerry Andrews: Sigh.... yes. Anyway, without further ado, here are the brackets for the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament!
Ace Anderson: Wow! Look at those match-ups!
Jerry Andrews: The stars have really come out for this year's tournament! I can't wait! It all starts on the next episode of Trauma!
Ace Anderson: Get your brackets filled out at home! It's going to be amazing!
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Championship! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida. He weighs 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
The arena plunges into darkness. Light is only restored in three shades: blue, pink and purple and is because of a coin operated carousel turning on stage. Jason Willard enthusiastically enjoys the ride on one of the colorful horses and appears saddened when time expires. What puts a smile back on his face is seeing Razor Blade inside the ring. Just as he waves to him, darkness returns.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees takes over the sound system as the dim arena is turned cotton candy colorful by falling blue, pink and purple LED light-up balloons.
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California...weighing 250 lbs, he is the PCW Underground Champion, 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, the childlike Willard walks to the ring pulling a red wagon behind him with his title and a framed photo of his mother inside.
There's a moment where he stops to reach out to the hands of the jeering faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or want to be friends. He flips the photo around and angrily informs them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!"
He goes into the ring and gives the photo a big kiss, then sets it somewhere he can always see it. He proudly tells the referee all about her afterwards while passing his title off. Willard is entertained by the falling decorations, so much so, he tries to direct Razor's attention to them.
PCW Underground Championship Match
Underground Rules
Jason Willard (PCW Underground 👑) vs Razor Blade
Referee: The Masked Referee
DING!
DING!
"Aren't the colors pretty, RB?? They're some of my mommy's favorites!"
Willard continues to watch where the balloons fall and appears to take some sort of glee in seeing the decorations get bounced around. Just as Razor attempts to start the match, Willard leaves the ring to retrieve one of each color. Ed Lane was the assigned official, but after what happened at the last show, The Masked Referee has been assigned. Willard asks for the official to come over as he has a question.
The conference ends with Willard pulling out his toy chest from under the ring. He pulls it over close to his wagon and then re-enters the ring with a ball in his hand. The item is tossed at Razor Blade with Willard cheerfully telling him to "fetch the ball and bring it back to me!" Razor picks it up, but then he throws it into the crowd. "Bad dog! Why'd you do that??"
Willard runs at Razor and is hit with a quick uppercut for his troubles. A second one is delivered before Razor overpowers the champion with a toss into the corner. Willard sticks his boots in the arm of Razor, preventing a running clothesline. Razor shakes it off in time to shoulder tackle Willard to the mat. He takes a quick powder. Razor...is prevented from going out by the referee.
Jerry Andrews: Willard is really, really weird and on that note, why is Razor being held back?
Ace Anderson: Is he not allowed a timeout?
Razor Blade questions the referee, but is allowed passage outside the ring. Willard is shown laughing as he rolls back inside. Razor follows, but Willard goes back out. "Catch me if you can!" Razor jumps back out, Willard goes back in and this time he catches Razor with a baseball slide. He looks at the camera, "I fooled him, Mommy!" Willard aggressively goes after Razor Blade by running his head into anything it can bounce off of.
Razor blocks one attempt and turns the tables on Willard. After spinning him around, Razor lands a palm strike and a Samoan drop. Willard eventually makes a run at him but is promptly powerslammed for his troubles. The referee quickly checks on his well being. Razor assists Willard to his feet, then feeds him to the ropes. He returns with a cartwheel, but then he continues to do them in an effort to confuse Razor.
Jerry Andrews: This Underground division is certainly a relentless one, with the champion being obligated to compete on every show, but the winner of this match will get a bit of a breather as that rule will be relaxed until after the Last Chance Battle Royal as PCW focuses entirely on the Icemann Invitational Tournament for the next while.
Ace Anderson: That's a big deal!
Razor goes to stop the momentum, but Willard hits him with a sudden Pele kick to the head which knocks the challenger off base. "Mommy says it's not nice to interrupt someone!" Willard leans back and punts Razor in the head to put him back down. There seems to be a bit of faux concern as Razor is in pain. "RB! Are you okay??" The referee doesn't check on Razor, but rather observes.
Jerry Andrews: He knows damn good and well how hard he kicked him. The force could give someone a concussion!
Ace Anderson: It takes having a brain to be concussed.
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!
Willard turns his attention to delivering a trampoline stomp once Razor is rolled over onto his back. "Bouncy! Bouncy! Bouncy!" He recites a nursery rhyme to himself while retrieving a board game from his toy box. It's CANDYLAND! He proudly raises it high in the air like a trophy. His enthusiasm after opening it would be infectious if he was actually liked by the faithful. Everything is moved aside with the exception of the character cards.
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing over there?
Ace Anderson: Having fun. You should try it sometime.
Jerry Andrews: Maybe he should pay more attention to the match. It IS for his title after all.
Willard lines up all nine on his toy box like a collection of trading cards. His head turns towards the recovering Razor. "Do you know how to play, RB?? I'll show you!" At this point the lights go out. When they come back on...the characters appear around the ring!! The lone antagonist, Lord Licorice, is behind Razor Blade. Willard is seen in the background looking wowed by who he sees.
Lord Licorice wraps Razor up with a pair of sticky red candy whips, preventing him from moving. Plumpy enters the ring from one side, while a multicolored dinosaur-like creature named Jolly comes from the opposite. Plumpy breaks a gingerbread tree over Razor's head and then feasts on the fallen sugar coated plums. Jolly cheerfully works Razor over with a pair of gumdrop boxing gloves.
Once they rush to the back, the game's family enter: King Kandy, Queen Frostine and their daughter, Princess Lolly. Frostine bludgeons Razor with her snowflake scepter, leaving a trail of sparkling sugar snowflakes after impact. Lord Licorice swings Razor around so that the King can jam his cupcake scepter into Razor's midsection. With him hunched over, the easily distracted Lolly has to be reminded of her part --- rather than trying to change the negativity of the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: I'll never forget what I'm seeing. Only in PCW could something like this happen!
Lolly's wings flutter under twinkling lights. After Willard has his wave returned by her, she happily brings her lollipop scepter crashing down on the back of Razor's neck. The three of them rush off just as Gramma Nutt enters the ring with her dog, Bazz. "Look RB! There's a friend for you!" Willard shouts. Gramma has brought a small bag of magical peanuts from Peanut Acres to shove in Razor's mouth, promptly quieting him. That is until he spits them out. Lord Licorice tightens the binds as she knees Razor in the groin. Bazz has found himself an ankle chew toy, but follows his master as they take their leave.
Mr. Mint joins the fun! Willard is as excited as a kid meeting Santa Claus for the fun-loving peppermint lumberjack. Willard even quotes him, "You oughta-gotta have fun!" Mr. Mint is all laughs as he works Razor over like one of the tall peppermint trees in the forest. Lord Licorice unwinds Razor after a headbutt. He's spun out of the ring into a pool of chocolate. It's Gloppy! And he's smothering Razor like a long lost friend.
Willard waves goodbye to everyone as the arena goes dark once again. When the lights return, Willard is conversing with his mother's photo. "I had so much fun with them, Mommy! I can't wait to play a different game with you later!" Willard is startled by Razor Blade standing mere feet away from him. The crowd is begging him to attack. Razor remains a chocolaty mess as he advances on the begging champion. "Stop RB! I only wanted us to be friends! Everybody needs one, don't you think??"
Jerry Andrews: Superman Punch! Willard may be wishing he never left the womb after that punishing shot.
Ace Anderson: Razor is a thankless ingrate!
Jerry Andrews: He was mobbed by people dressed as characters from a children's board game!
Willard is face first on the floor. Razor overpowers Willard with a gorilla press slam and then a pair of quick strikes before a hip toss onto the announce table. Commentary gets out of the way as Razor starts to clear the area. Razor sets Willard up for a powerbomb. The idea of a table spot draws instant cheers.
The knowledge that it'll be Jason Willard going through it makes those louder. Razor picks him up and...PUTS HIM THROUGH! Not only does that fire him up, it also fires up the crowd! Razor brings Willard back to the ring. Willard finds his head sticking out under the bottom rope...
Jerry Andrews: Razor has him where he wants him!
Ace Anderson: The official isn't allowing it.
Sure enough, The Masked Referee has placed themselves between the superstars. Boos come down in droves for the questionable tactic. Razor doesn't get a verbal explanation, but for anyone who knows ASL, it's over the table spot.
Willard rolls slowly into the ring favoring his back. Razor Blade climbs in after him. Willard is brought to his feet. He hits a cartwheel death valley driver from out of nowhere!
Ace Anderson: The Happiest Place on Earth!
Willard takes several bows for hitting one of his signatures, even though the powerbomb spot makes it tough for him to really get into the lean. Just as he turns around, Razor stuns him with a leaping clothesline jawbreaker!
As Razor moves in, Willard swiftly cuts him off at the knees, allowing him time to deliver Starlight, Starbright! Razor is folded back like a cheap lawn chair as Willard gathers himself. He goes to his toy box and takes out Teddy Ruxpin! Willard pops in the lullabies tape and re-enters the ring. Razor is having a struggle getting up. This causes Willard to race over. "Mommy says it's good to help people in need, RB!"
Willard sets his toy down for the moment so he can assist Razor up. "Are you ok?? Do you need to lie down for a while? You might feel better if you do." Razor breaks free of Willard's grip, but that only leads to him being blasted with a ripcord rolling elbow! After Razor gets to his feet, Willard tosses Teddy Ruxpin at him and takes a dive through the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: It just exploded!
Ace Anderson: Just like sales for it did in 1985 and 1986.
Jerry Andrews: The eyes rolled back and KABOOM!
Razor claws at his eyes as he staggers around the ring. Willard starts hyperactivity clapping as he slides back in. Razor must sense him being around because he hits a spear! Razor is still blinded but his other senses come to his aid. Willard coughs as he painfully favors his torso. Razor is able to partially open an eye. He looks back and picks his spot.
Razor's Edge!
Willard ducks-and-covers as a collective OHHH comes from the crowd to go with Razor's pained reaction. The Masked Referee has jammed a pair of knitting needles through his arm!
Jerry Andrews: What in the hell?!
Willard looks up and puts on his best look of shock. Willard promptly drills him with Little Boy Blue without a second thought. "Mommy says animals who are suffering, have to be put down, doggie. It's the humane thing to do!"
Now the cover.
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The bell is called for. Willard doesn't just have his arm raised, he also receives a hug from the official.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL PCW Underground Champion: Jason Willard!
Off comes the mask and to the shock of nobody, it's Lucy Willard! The doting and protective Mother gives Razor a VERY stern glare as she rips the needles out of his arm. "You really should be more careful next time. These things are sharp and dangerous. You wouldn't want somebody else getting hurt, now would you?"
Jerry Andrews: How did she manage to get a referee's license?
Ace Anderson: It's as easy as turning the power off in the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Well, she just helped her little boy retain his title. Let's just hope Razor Blade doesn't have nerve damage.
Ace Anderson: You know what the best part is? What she did is all legal.
Willard swings his title around before being led out. He gets her photo and puts it in the wagon with the Underground title. She leads him by the hand while he pulls the wagon with his other.
- CLICK -
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