Post by PCW Staff on Jul 31, 2020 21:44:27 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 275
Friday July 31st, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Welcome once again to another exciting episode of Trauma! As always, I'm Jerry Andrews and with me is my broadcast partner, Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: What a night we had at Return to Glory and what a night we're about to have tonight!
The arena falls into darkness, but the wait won't be long. The first AAH that opens "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains showers the faithful in red. It alternates between that and darkness in between the next three. The hard hitting guitar riffs of Jerry Cantrell and Mike Starr cause the top of the stage to flash silver.
Sasha Greene: Please welcome, "The Anarchist" JASON WILLARD!
As Layne Staley begins singing the first verse, Willard walks through white fog and into a sea of enormously loud boos.
Willard taunts the fans with manic glee before shoving the cameraman out of his way.
Willard further endears himself to the anti-Anarchist crowd by giving everyone the middle finger salute during a walk around ringside. An ear to ear grin face further paints a picture of a man who clearly loves what he's doing. He also rips apart any pro-Stormm signs he sees during his exercise.
Willard finally gets inside of the ring, but instead of being handed a microphone, he takes his own out from his back pocket. After his music is cut, WILLARD SUCKS chants come fast before he begins to talk. Willard yawns at them, having heard this for his entire career. They don't like him and he doesn't like him. But unlike them, he has important stuff to say.
"You would think that when you've known someone for the amount of time Stormm has known me, that one would be more careful about what they ask for. But then again, intelligence doesn't exist in Kansas, just like it doesn't exist here in South Carolina!"
Ace Anderson: I couldn't agree more with him!
Jerry Andrews: What a surprise.
"I've fought my way up and down every spot on the card, beat Hall of Famers on down to jobbers whose names nobody remembers. I've EARNED every single motherfucking accolade I have, so when the World champion decides he wants to pick a fight with me, you're damn right I'm going to show up to the main event and give him a reminder of why he just fucked up!"
Willard continues.
"I took out Stormm because I FUCKING CAN! What I did to Stormm was something he has been asking for ever since I was Seromine! What I did to Stormm was something he has been pushing me towards ever since Living a Legacy ended!"
Jerry Andrews: This man needs professional therapy. Serious professional therapy.
Ace Anderson: You aren't qualified to make that assessment. Willard is telling everyone the truth.
"What I did to Stormm was pay his fucking ass back for the times he screwed me over! What I did to Stormm was what I've been doing to people my entire career! What I did to Stormm was something I am damn proud of and is something I'm going to tell you, GERARD, is on the goddamn house!"
Jerry Andrews: Willard isn't collecting on the bounty??
"That's right, Hollywood Hero. I don't need any incentive. I BEAT Stormm, but I didn't want his title. Not yet. This is going to happen again and there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it. I don't give a rat's ass what anyone in this company thinks. I certainly don't fucking care what the network thinks. Most importantly, I don't care what any of YOU think!"
Willard looks through the lens of the camera and into Stormm's soul.
"This has been nearly twenty years in the making. At Deadly Intentions, Stormm, you're going to get what you wanted and you're going to regret the day you ever asked for it!"
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
With the World Champion's health in question all evening, the Force of Nature wastes no time in crashing through the curtain and onto the stage to the cheers of the fans as "Notorious" by Adelitas Way blares through the arena. Having endured the brutal attack from Jason Willard at Return to Glory, a bandage on his forehead is still present where staples may have been, or still are, after being busted wide open from the series of chair shots from the reemerging Anarchist. Clad in Michaels casual, jeans and official Stormm t-shirt, Stormm has a death grip on the World title with his right hand, and is holding onto a microphone with his left.
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
Jerry Andrews: It appears Willard was not as successful at "taking out" our World Champion as he thought.
Ace Anderson: This guy needs to learn to stay down; then again, I can't wait to watch this side of Willard tear Stormm a new one!
The cheers don't relent when he raises the mic to his mouth, and the song never fades out. Rather than continuing to fight the battle that he "brought on himself" with more words and mind games, he knows what he has to do, and places the microphone into the back pocket of his jeans. Looking out into the crowd who continue to support the champ, using his free hand Stormm points to himself and then up to Willard in the ring, and just smiles at the man, the monster, and nods his head.
The lights flicker and fade and the whole arena turns black. Static appears on the titantron as a greenish looking Matrix looking screen appears, lines and pieces of code falling from top to bottom. As the code gets faster, words appear on the screen.
"Have You Broke the Code?"
The words fade away as jumbled up letters appear on the screen, forming a word code, a few of the letters starting to stop spinning.
T A T Q P G E T C Y A D Q Y U O K T J
The letters stay on the screen for a few seconds and the words "Returning Soon" appears underneath it as the words code fades into the background and disappears into the code in the background, static appearing on the screen and fading to black, the lights turning back on in the arena.
Back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...from Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217 lbs, GRIMM!
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: And his opponent!
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, with his back turned to the Faithful. He extends both his arms out to the side, one hand gripping the briefcase, where he keeps his Any-time, Anywhere contract, by the handle. He lifts the case above his head, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos.
Sasha Green: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!
He smirks as he surveys the crowd behind his trademark shades, holding the briefcase up proudly, before dropping it down and throwing his hood back. Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing and showing them the briefcase, letting them know that he’s the best in the world. 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, holding the TIIT briefcase up high in one hand, before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, placing the case on the mat, before climbing 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, before picking up the briefcase, clutching it to his chest as he crouches in the corner, awaiting the match.
Singles Match
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Gerard guards his left knee in remembrance of their last encounter. For anyone expecting Grimm to react, you don't know Grimm. All things being equal (or pickled), the knee is fair game. Just as the Hangtown Horror steps forward, Gerard slips between the ropes with an order for Grimm to be backed off. The 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament winner flashes his million dollar smile for those with flash photography. Even if they don't appreciate his tactic.
Gerard safely moves about in the ring while Grimm patiently waits to do what he does best. Gerard looks ready to lock up, but at the last second, he changes his mind and bolts out of the ring...for a drink of water! After consuming a few sips from a high priced bottle, Gerard shows off some money making Hollywood dance moves for those who wish to record a current star and future legend! Even if they still don't appreciate him.
Grimm's ice cold stare could freeze any depth of hell. One pop after another is heard from his neck. Next time, it'll be from Gerard Angelo's. The self-professed "Living Legend" takes his time in stepping through the ropes. Again, he asks for Grimm to be backed up. This is when he puts the foot down on the gas. Gerard throws a dropkick at GRIMM'S left knee! Grimm has a well timed leap to avoid it. When he comes down, it's a stomp to Gerard's chest. Another. Another. Then one in the throat.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was more than ready for that one and is now knocking some of that golden luster right off of Gerard!
Gerard takes a trio of forearms, each one sold like his head is possibly about to swivel off his neck. Now with his prey trapped in the corner, the predator Grimm lays in some severely damaging headbutts that put Gerard into a seat. In comes a flurry of knee strikes, each breaking through Gerard's attempted guard. Just as he's lifted upright, Grimm is put onto a knee after a kick to the left.
An odd looking DDT has Grimm's head hitting his bent knee instead of the canvas, but the result is exactly the same. Gerard overcomes the early onslaught to roll through the ropes. He brings Grimm's left leg with him. Just before the wind-up following swing connects across the post, Grimm sticks his right foot in the way to serve as a wall. It then takes a whack at Gerard's face. Grimm reaches through with a sitting goozle, putting Gerard face first into the post.
Now on the outside, Grimm digs a slow back rake for extra punishment. Gerard's pain could be jarred and placed on a shelf back in Hangtown for purposes that are nobody's business unless you can find the town on a map of Kentucky. Which nobody can. Grimm methodically works Gerard's back over with constant whips into the guardrail. On the last he starts to bend the middle of his spine with pressure forced at the head and lower torso.
Jerry Andrews: Hangtown just got their first chiropractor!
Ace Anderson: I don't like the creaking noises that are coming from Gerard's bones...
Grimm finds his left knee kicked out from under him again. The tactic loosens Gerard's bind, but he's unable to strengthen his muscles up enough to turn the tide. Grimm takes a handful of Gerard's hair and is surprised by a double poke of the eyes at the same time he lands a chop to the Adam's apple.
Both men are down and both are being counted on. By the time the count is at eight, they are back inside, worse for wear.
Grimm is about to take control but Gerard beats him to it with a swinging neckbreaker. A flip of the hips results in another. The third one, however, is nearly countered with a backslide, but Gerard spins Grimm around and puts a knee in the midsection. Piledriver! Gerard rolls over to hook the legs.
1!
Grimm throws a shoulder off the mat. Gerard brings the Reaper of PCW up for a European uppercut. It staggers him on the heels of his feet. Standing dropkick is picture perfect and enough for Gerard to flaunt about. Down come the boos of the faithful, but Gerard is unfazed by the negativity.
Gerard takes Grimm to a corner. Knife edge chop. Grimm throws one right back. Gerard returns serve. Grimm responds. Now Gerard lights Grimm's chest up until his hand hurts, even while Grimm covers up for protective purposes. Shoulder charge into the left knee buckles Grimm. Gerard stomps on the leg after trapping it in the ropes. That is until he has to break.
Gerard has his jaw jacked by some stiff forearms as he advances. Chop block finds the mark on Gerard's left knee! Gerard is spun awkwardly by the force. Grimm attempts to target, but Gerard drops the hammer on Grimm's knee, further destabilizing it. Half crab gets locked in while Gerard takes hold of the middle rope for added leverage!
Jerry Andrews: Do your job ref! The faithful are doing their best to alert to Gerard's cheating ways.
Ace Anderson: An arena full of snitches. Snitches who should mind their own business. Gerard is doing everything fair and square.
Jerry Andrews: Does lying make you sleep better at night?
An STF is switched to before Gerard's rope use can be spotted. Only Grimm isn't willing to allow any further submission attempts. After he grabs the ropes, Gerard is forced to let go. Grimm rolls himself to the outside, immediately favoring his left knee. Gerard stretches his left leg out and goes for a run.
Just as he's about to deliver a suicide dive, Grimm picks his knee and viciously traps the leg at an odd bend between the ropes. A quick snapmare drives pain through Gerard's body, causing him to roll in agony after getting freed. Grimm limps back into the ring. Gerard scoots away, pleading his case. He kicks at Grimm's left knee with his right foot, but suddenly finds his legs getting twisted in a figure four!
The faithful roar wildly with cheering sections. Gerard frantically looks for the ropes, but is unable to reach them. He does, however, have his shoulders down to be counted.
1!
He throws himself back up to prevent that going further. His face becomes flushed as the pain transmissions continue. Out of nowhere, he manages to roll over and return the favor on Grimm. Now it's HIS turn to feel the pain. Gerard may be hurting, but he finds time during this counter to do some push ups. Gerard decides their legs need to be untangled finally, but the damage has equally been done. The difference is he has a knee brace on!
Grimm pulls himself to the ropes at the same time Gerard does on the other side. Just as Grimm turns...One Hit Wonder! The Crimson Demon topples onto his side. Gerard falls on his ass. But he takes a dive to make the pin.
1!
2!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm kicks out! That was a close call.
Ace Anderson: The 1-2-3 wouldn't have just ended the match, it would have also continued his surprising losing streak.
Gerard hops to his feet with as much weight kept off his left leg as reasonably possible. Grimm is lifted to his feet and shoved to the ropes. He holds onto them long enough for Gerard to realize his intended move won't be happening. Just as he looks up, Grimm promptly shoulder blocks him right back down! Both men roll back onto a vertical base. Savate kick knocks Gerard into the ropes. Grimm immediately favors his left knee, leaving himself open to attack.
Hero's Welcome! Grimm is dropped. Gerard rolls over to make another pin. Grimm surprises him with a Koji Clutch! Gerard pushes his body back to get that pin.
1!
2!
3!
NO! Grimm rolls off his back and counters into a kimura lock! Gerard refuses to let Grimm cinch it in, so he wiggles free. Gerard is up and gets his left knee taken out with a sudden dragon leg whip. Grimm keeps the leg trapped, spinning himself into a pin of his own.
1!
2!
3!
NO! Gerard manages to beat the count in the nick of time. Grimm forces Gerard into a single leg kip up. Foddershock! While the electric crowd may fully be behind Grimm, he tunes out the noise. He wills his way, limp and all, to the nearest corner with Gerard being drug in tow. Grimm sits himself on the top turnbuckle with Gerard now front face locked...
Jerry Andrews: It could be time to harvest.
Ace Anderson: It's not the right season for it!
Gerard catches Grimm with a lifting slam to the top buckle. With a quick revival and timed leap, he delivers a top rope jackhammer!! Their bodies bounce on the impact, but Gerard has enough to hook the legs.
1!
2!
3!
NOOOO! Grimm gets his shoulder off the mat just before three. There appears to be some support for Gerard sparking up, but it could be because they ARE entertained. Grimm is sent to the corner off a single leg slingshot. His left knee is immediately held. Gerard still has his own limp to deal with, but that brace is giving him some mobility.
Gerard takes Grimm away from the corner. Dead Reckoning! Gerard, however, pulls Grimm into a double-knee facebreaker right after the last headbutt is delivered. Both are down once again. They have each other pinned out of instinct and both throw a shoulder. But Grimm locks in the Hangtown Death Grip from out of nowhere!!
Gerard fights with everything he has left to avoid tapping, to avoid being pinned, to avoid having those pressure points damaged. He wraps his legs around Grimm's stretched arm, looking for a cross arm breaker. With enough lower body strength, Grimm gets flipped. But he puts enough of a shift so that he captures a pin WHILE both men have a submission hold!
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for, bringing this latest encounter to a close.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Grimm!
Gerard is holding his neck at the same time Grimm is holding his arm. Grimm allows a slight raising of it in victory, this while Gerard watches in anguish.
Jerry Andrews: What a match and what a way to start tonight's show!
Ace Anderson: I saw Grimm tapping, Jerry! The referee was blinded by having to make the count that he missed it.
Jerry Andrews: That's because it never happened and you know it! There's no quit in Grimm and there's no shame in losing to him. Gerard---
Ace Anderson: Has a human wrecking ball!
Holden Ross has just ran into the ring for an assault on Grimm. He lays in heavy shots while motioning for Gerard to join in. Of course he does. Gerard and Holden start to send a post-match message to the Hangtown Horror.
Jerry Andrews: What the hell!? COME ON!
Right before a tandem move can be delivered, Rick Majors comes charging in to make the save with a baseball bat. He gets in a couple of good swings on the two agitators before they decide to take the high road.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors with the save!
Ace Anderson: I didn't know he could still run!
Grimm and Majors stare at one another as Trauma goes to commercial.
Skyward in the midnight infinity is the formation of purple clouds crackling with teal electricity. Far down below is the bath of magenta street light.
A dreamlike glitch.
Falling out of the confines of color are stars. A brightened descent as they plunge into top hats, dark as the night, resting on the hoods of blue vehicles in the damp parking lot.
The hats are awash with luminescent activity as stars bundle inside their homes. Another dreamlike glitch. Vehicle colors are restored. A lone top hat is left. Its siblings have merged. Celestial downpour ceased.
In a quad of colors the hat full of stars faces the PCW arena. A hand picks it up.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership to the PCW Genesis title! Introducing first...from Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Ace Anderson: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Jerry Andrews: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in P.C.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. He is wearing his red leather jacket, black tights, and matching black boots and his right fist is heavily wrapped in black tape. The sirens begin winding up their pitch as the second round of screaming from the sirens begin. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.
Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo and resides here, in Greenville, South Carolina! The number one contender to the PCW Genesis title, He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Number One Contendership for the PCW Genesis Title
Singles Match
Singles Match
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: I wonder if Holden shares Gerard Angelo's feelings about facing Razor Blade?
Ace Anderson: If I were Razor Blade, I keep in mind what Holden did to Hunter Benjamin.
Holden doesn't seem to care that Razor Blade has been awarded this opportunity. An opponent is just an obstacle with a name. Still, the bell has granted him a license for violence, so he bullrushes Razor, only to be met with the exact same strategy. Neither gets much of an advantage on shoulder blocking, so jaw jacking follows.
Holden and Razor run opposite sides of the ring to try taking the other down again. Other than a loud clash of body on body impact, neither is able to put the other down. This time Holden intensely gets up in his face. Razor decides he's going to pop him in the mouth. Holden shakes it off and finds a clothesline ducked under.
Razor throws a pair of strikes and an uppercut! He takes a short jaunt to the ropes, returning with a shoulder block that knocks Holden through the ropes and to the floor. Razor is yanked out by his feet and in a fit of rage from the Human Wrecking Ball, is thrown into the guardrail. Razor big boots Holden for his troubles on an advance. Holden shakes it off but gets a palm strike that temporarily stuns him.
Jerry Andrews: Razor will need to hit harder and more often to penetrate Holden's armor.
Holden is rushed backwards into the ring post. Holden absorbs the impact like it was nothing and in turn, picks Razor up for a running dive through the ring steps, dislodging them like small toys. Razor is hip tossed off the floor and back into the ring like a cruiserweight. Holden hops onto the apron only to be SPEARED moments later to the floor by a motivated challenger.
Razor starts a flurry of strikes, picking up intensity as the faithful root him on against the hated Holden Ross. Razor picks Holden up, taking him head first with a slam off the ring apron. Holden attempts to dish out one in return but is prevented from success. The small opening allows Razor to surprise with a Samoan drop! Razor rolls himself in and out of the ring to break the count. Holden is sent back into the ring with Razor rolling in for a quick hooking of the legs.
1!
Holden presses him between the middle and bottom rope. Razor pulls himself to his feet and gets a shoulder block to Holden's gut. Holden reaches right over to waistlock Razor and then in a show of strength, he picks him up on his shoulders, goes into a spin and drives Razor head-and-shoulder first with a devastating doctor bomb! Holden doesn't let him off the hook. Razor on the second lift is dropped with a buckle bomb! Right as Razor comes staggering out, Holden greets him with Henry VII!
Jerry Andrews: Holden has completely asserted his dominance in the last few minutes!
Ace Anderson: I think he should just advance to taking the belt from Rick Majors. But that's just my unbiased opinion.
Right after Bastardized is delivered, a froggy elbow from the top rope hits the chest. Holden aggressively picks Razor up by the vest for a throw into a corner. His running charge gets avoided. European uppercut! No! Holden braces the arm. Razor is yanked away from the corner. Pumphandle Driver! Holden peels Razor to his feet. Sins of the Father! The cover.
1!
2!
3!
The victory.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL Number One Contender to the PCW Genesis title, Holden Ross!
The bell rings and Holden's hand is subsequently raised. The crowd is going bonkers with boos.
Jerry Andrews: And just like that, Holden gets the victory.
Ace Anderson: Holden remains the number one contender for the Genesis Title!
Holden sees Razor starting to get up. Fairly unimpressed by this, he rolls out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Now what's he doing...?
Holden flips up the apron of the ring before reach under it. When he comes back out, he has his wooden axe handle!
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on...
Ace Anderson: You axe the stupid questions, you get the obvious answers.
Jerry Andrews: You already won the match!
Holden, with little of any emotion on his face, slides in the ring. He grips the wooden axe-handle in his hands as Razor gets to his feet. As he turns around, he meets the wooden axe-handle right in the face!
Jerry Andrews: Come on now!
Ace Anderson: Here we go...
The camera quickly catches a gash of blood now formed on Razor's forehead. The bell continues to ring as Holden, brandishing his signature weapon, starts railing into Razor's body, attacking the spine and the abdomen.
Jerry Andrews: You already won the damn match!
Ace Anderson: Holden is making examples of everyone he's facing. Razor is absolutely no different
The crowd begins to murmur, making noise that isn't just a series of boos. The camera catches a shot of David Hunter meandering over the barricade. He has his crutches in hand, limping into the ring under the bottom rope.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter! What the hell is he doing here?
Ace Anderson: He clearly still isn't 100%. His recent leg issues has been well documented and we know he's not clear for another couple months still.
Jerry Andrews: Then why is he here?
Holden stops his assault long enough to notice David's approach. The two share a quick glance before the littler of the two uses his crutch to shove Holden back. Holden, now looking frustrated at the interruption, allows the referees and EMTs to pour out of the back and check on Razor.
Ace Anderson: Looks like David isn't allowing Holden's assault to continue.
Jerry Andrews: We all know David's thoughts on Razor. Even if he and Holden are tag-team partners, this is a line that David's made publicly clear neither he nor Angelo should cross.
David pats his hand on Razor's shoulder a couple times before standing up. Gripping his crutches, he goes over to Holden, who is holding his axe-handle in what amounts to more frustration. The two share a few words though they are unheard by the camera.
Eventually, Holden shakes his head before the two share a quick hug. David then raises Holden's hand, which gains a bit of the crowd's boos back. However, it's still much more subdued than expected, mostly due to David's return subsequent rescue of Razor. The two hold the ropes for the other as they make their way to the back.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross has once again come out the winner and gets another chance at the Genesis Championship! But he also assaults yet another member of the roster along the way!
Ace Anderson: But more importantly it was David Hunter's return that's the story here. Without him stepping in, who knows how far Holden would have gone? Is there pandemonium in Pandæmonium?
As Holden and David make their way towards the back, Holden raises one fist, earning back just a bit more of the crowd's displeasure.
Trauma returns backstage where we see Shane Dodge, holding his microphone close.
Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, Holden Ross and David Hunter.
The camera zooms out and we see Holden, gripping his axe handle tightly and David Hunter, still repping his crutches. Holden hasn't bothered showering yet following his match while David is wearing a simple set of jeans and a black t-shirt that says "Happy Hotel" on it with a few cartoony characters on it.
Shane Dodge: Holden Ross, congratulations, you still have a date against the Genesis Champions. However, your assault tonight on Razor Blade was interrupted by the returning David Hunter.
Holden just stares into Shane's eyes, gripping the axe handle and slowly raising it from his shoulder.
Before anything else can happen, David hobbles in. He lowers Holden's hand and steps in between the two gentlemen.
David Hunter: Relax, relax Holden.
He turns back to Shane, holding out his hand. The two nod at each other and Shane just hands David the microphone. David pats Shane's shoulder a couple times with his free hand before the latter walks off camera.
David turns towards the camera, holding the microphone tight.
David Hunter: Tonight was Holden Ross' night. The story isn't that Holden Ross yet again assaulted a member of the roster, oh no...it's better than that. You see...in a month from now when Holden gets the Genesis Title that was stolen from him by Rick Majors, the story isn't going to be that the world is finally right...it's going to be David Hunter is back...and there to make sure that Holden Ross never gets screwed over by management or by referees again. The thing with a guy like Holden is that he can take a few beatings because it doesn't change the fact that he is still the baddest mofo on this roster. Sure...were it not for my interference, Razor would've been another on the list of people Holden has taken out. The main reason he isn't...is because Razor's a line my boys know not to cross.
David and Holden share a look. It's only for a couple seconds, but it's a look that isn't often shared between them. Not quite animosity but definitely a disagreement.
David Hunter: Nevertheless...my job isn't to take the spotlight away from my tag-team partner. On the contrary, it's to give him more of a spotlight. It's been no secret recently that Pandæmonium isn't as dominant as it needs to be, and I'll take half of the blame. I went down at the worst time, but just because I can't wreslte doesn't mean I can't make myself known. Gerry's too proud to have me in his corner, but Holden? Pride has never been an issue with him. He doesn't need me...but who is he to say no when a friend is willing to help? My job isn't to take away his spotlight. My job is to make him better and help him pave his own path towards greatness. And barring Razor...everyone in this damn company is a target.
David takes a few moments, allowing Holden to stand there and look tough while he seethes.
David Hunter: I don't care if you're a wrestler, a referee, a staff member, or the guy in catering...if you cross Ross...I'm not liable for what he does to you. So consider this a notice, Pure Class Wrestling...shit is looking to change around here. Pandæmonium...will run wild...and where there is chaos...there is opportunity...and who are we to throw away opportunities?
David looks towards Holden. The two share a nod before Holden walks off. David looks to do the same, but stops for a moment. He looks back up at the camera.
David Hunter: Oh...as for me? My goal hasn't changed since I got injured. I know I still got beef to settle between Alexa and Kyle. And I am still owed my match for the North American Championship. So whether it's Alexa or Kyle...or even Loki himself...I have no problem waiting. Keep my title nice and clean...because it doesn't matter who has it when I'm back. All that matters...is that I'm on the hunt...and you never...mess...with a Hunter.
David lets the mic fall to the floor before walking off camera.
Back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...."
The crowd looks to the entrance way as Blood On My Hands roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.
Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face covered by a black mask with two Japanese Kanji in white. Death on the left and Pain on the right
behind her steps out her two friends and personal protection Vanessa Fitia and Tamika Steele
Her head is covered by a hooded zip up jacket over a plain black t shirt and black tights with black wrestling boots with a red spider on the side of each boot. Her hands are covered by black gloves and around her neck a red back spider pendant.
She walks slowly down the ramp followed by her associates as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman
Alexa looks around at the PCW faithful who pack the stands and simply glares malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.
She continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.
Alexa reacha the ring, climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring. Fitia ahd Steele stay in the corner keeping a watchful eye on everything and make sure Alexa’s back is covered.
Sasha Greene: "... residing in Los Angeles, California: ALEXA BLACK!"
The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring and removes her mask, her cold eyes silently staring up the ramp unflinchingly waiting for her next victim.
Sasha Greene: "And her opponent..."
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a high waisted blue leather jacket with armored shoulder pads, lined scallops that meet in a spider insignia on the back, a high snapped up collar, and yellow lining on the inside reminiscent of Zane the Operative from Borderlands 3. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response:
"God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone,
It can't out matched, it can't be outrun,
NO!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky..."
There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Catalyst, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Kyle stops halfway down the aisle, snapping the collar of the Zane cosplay jacket upright. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances one knee on the ropes, hanging on to the top for a moment, an infuriating smirk breaking across his face. As the song begins slowing down into Chester's solo, Kyle fluidly slips between the ropes, spins towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the leather jacket and begins stretching for the match.
Sasha Greene: "... from Boston, Massachusetts: KYLE SHANE!"
Singles Match
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Kyle Shane and Alexa Black walk to the center of the ring, they stare at each and then they get into each others faces and start talking trash to one another.
Jerry Andrews: This is not going to be pretty!
Ace Anderson: These two have been waiting a very long time to get their hands on other another! Unfortunately, due to Loki's actions, this match isn't for the North American Title like they'd hoped!
Jerry Andrews: Hey, he won that championship fair and square!
Shane then leans back and clocks Alexa Black with a stiff left, Alexa Black then in return clocks him with a right. Kyle steps back and charges at Alexa Black. Alexa Black goes for a running super kick but Kyle ducks it and comes off the opposite side with a cross body block but Alexa catches him, Kyle gets out of it with a thumb to the eye, he then chop blocks Black down from behind. Kyle then hits an elbow drop and quickly covers. The referee counts and Shane only gets a one count as Alexa Black tosses Kyle off of him.
Jerry Andrews: What a impressive show of strength by Alexa Black there!
Ace Anderson: We know how tough and strong she is, and Kyle Shane does too. He knew that wasn't going to end the match. He just wants to tire her out.
Shane lifts Black up and backs her into the corner. He then Irish whips her across the ring and she hits the opposite corner with a thud. Kyle runs in with a clothesline, but Black moves and Kyle crashes into the corner. Kyle bounces out of the corner and Alexa clotheslines him down. She takes a moment to compose herself. Shane stands back up and Alexa clotheslines him right back down again. Shane gets to his feet again. Alexa Black goes for another clothesline but Kyle ducks. He turns around, kicks her, then catches her with a sitout facebuster!
1.....
2.....
Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black kicks out!
Shane pulls her up, but she hits him with a spinning backfist to the side of the head, causing him to fall to his knees. She runs at him and hits a running knee to the face! Alexa Black with a cover:
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Alexa stands up and takes a moment to catch her breath. Kyle delivers another chop block, taking Black's knees out. Kyle then dropkicks her right in the face. Kyle stands up holding his temple and shaking his head as he starts to stomp on Alexa Black.
Ace Anderson: It looks like that spinning backfist to the head caused some serious damage to Kyle Shane!
Shane lifts Black up and delivers a snap suplex, Kyle then walks over to the ropes and climbs up it and leaps off with a elbow drop to Alexa Black's chest. The cover!
1....
2.....
Jerry Andrews: NO!!
Ace Anderson: Alexa Black kicks out!
Shane then picks Alexa up and tosses her over the top rope. He then follows her to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: You knew these two weren't going to leave it in the ring.
Shane pulls Black up, but she hits him with a strong shot to the gut. With him staggered, she stands up and hits a running super kick! Alexa now pulls Kyle up and she tries to whip him into the steps! He reverses at the last second and she hits the steel! Shane gets back to his feet. He pulls the wounded Black up, and rolls her into the ring. He then drags her out slightly, dangling her head over the ring apron.
Jerry Andrews: What is Shane planning on doing here???
Ace Anderson: Whatever it is, it's going to hurt!
Shane climbs up onto the apron. He steps back, walks forward and leaps up but misses the leg drop on Alexa Black who moves out of the way at the last second! Kyle hits the apron hard!
Jerry Andrews: THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!
Ace Anderson: THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!
Jerry Andrews: It's just so hard!
Ace Anderson: The hardest!
Shane falls to the floor on the outside. Alexa climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off at him, hitting a flying headbutt! The fans erupt at the risky move. Alexa Black slowly gets to her feet. She grabs Shane and drags him over to the steps and slams his head onto them. He then tosses Shane back into the ring, Alexa Black climbs to the top once more, but Shane pulls hher feet out and she ends up seated on the top turnbuckle. Kyle Shane goes to the second rope.
Jerry Andrews: I think we're going to see a superplex here.
Ace Anderson: This is going to be devastating to both parties.
Black punches Shane in the gut. She then flips over his him and lands on her feet. Alexa Black then grabs Kyle, trying for a powerbomb! Kyle Shane holds onto the top rope and Alexa loses her grip. The both turn around to face one another and with a dropkick to the face! He then pulls her up and connects with a brainbuster. Kyle takes a moment to compose himself as Alexa slowly gets to her feet. When she does, he charges at her with a clothesline! She ducks, and the referee is struck! The shot and sends him flying out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: The referee is down!
Kyle looks at the ref and turns around and walks right into a kick to the stomach followed by the Black Widow! Alexa Black covers him just as another official rushes down to the ring.
Ace Anderson: We've got a ref! We've got a count!
The ref slides in and counts 1...2....NOOOOO!!!!
Jerry Andrews: It's not enough!
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane kicks out and Alexa is irate!
Black berates the referee, getting right in his face, complaiing about the count. In the corner, Shane slowly stands up and charges in but Alexa Black moves out of the way Shane hits the corner. Kyle stumbles out and Black kicks him in the gut. She then lifts him up, but he breaks free and lands on his feet. He grabs her arm... Obsidian Block! Shane takes a step back and slumps against the ropes. Alexa gets to her knees.....
Jerry Andrews: CRIT!!
The referee counts:
1.....
2......
3!!!!!!!!!!!
Sasha Greene: "Here is your winner: KYLE SHANE!!!!"
Kyle Shane stands up and looks back at the entrance way, with a look of anger on his face.
Jerry Andrews: He won the match, why does he look so pissed off?
Ace Anderson: I bet it’s because this match should have been on pay-per-view and it should have been for the North American Title! If it wasn’t for Loki, Kyle Shane believes he’d be champion right now.
Shane doesn’t have much time to reflect on the situation, because he’s immediately attacked from behind by a revived Alexa Black!
Jerry Andrews: And Alexa’s back up! She’s not done with Kyle yet!
Kyle Shane turns around and the two competitors start slugging it out once more!
Ace Anderson: This rivalry between these two is so heated that there’s no way it was going to end with this match tonight, no matter what the result was!
PCW officials rush down to the ring to break up the brawl. The crowd boos as the competitors are separated. Then....
Jerry Andrews: Here comes Loki!
Ace Anderson: And I bet THIS TIME he’s not here to try and calm things down!
The current North American Champion enters the ring, title on his shoulder. He looks over at Alexa Black, who is still being restrained by officials. Then he looks at Kyle Shane, who is also being held back. Loki then looks down at the championship. Kyle Shane points towards the belt.
Jerry Andrews: And that is what it’s all about folks, the PCW North American Championship!
Loki looks up at Kyle, sees him looking at the championship, and takes a few steps towards him. Kyle Shane is still being held by a team of referees, but he manages to swing his right hand at Loki, slapping him in the face.
Ace Anderson: Ooooh....
Jerry Andrews: Such disrespect!
Loki lunges at Shane, but the collection of referees gets between the two men, stopping the situation between them from going any further.... but Alexa Black has broken free! She tackles Loki from behind! The referee team immediately jumps on her.... and now Kyle Shane is free!
Jerry Andrews: The officials can’t get control of this one!
Ace Anderson: Let them fight! Let them fight!
Jerry Andrews: This is absolute madness.. but we’re out of time! We’ll see you next time!
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