Post by PCW Staff on Nov 6, 2020 19:24:05 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 281
PCW Votes: Faithful Friday
PCW Votes: Faithful Friday
Friday November 6th, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and tonight PCW VOTES!
Ace Anderson: That's right! I'm Ace Anderson and I'm so excited to be here tonight for the most important vote of our generation!
Jerry Andrews: And let's get to our first match! Remember, the PCW Faithful picked the stipulations for these matches and we have no idea what they are!
Sasha Greene: The following is a....... STEEL CAGE match to determine the #1 Contender to the Genesis Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Ace Anderson: A steel cage! Yes!
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 pounds, 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 entering the ring 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! TEXAS TIM!
“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers plays and out steps Texas Tim, wearing a white cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs along with a fringed jacket and a big smile on his face. He enters the ring, takes off his cowboy regalia, and prepares for battle.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Both men take a look at the fifteen-foot high structure that surrounds them. They circle around for a brief second and then lock up. Razor asserts control by overpowering Tim to the ropes. He continues to press the matter and almost gets Tim's head to touch the cage wall. Razor chooses to slowly break instead. A smug smirk stretches across his face just before he paintbrushes Tim.
Tim isn't about to let that disrespect go unchecked! He fires off a humdinger of a right, knocking Razor back on his feet with a moment to pause. Tim comes firing out with continued strikes, but doesn't move Razor very far from them. The Big Dog cuts the offense off with a stiff uppercut. He then tosses Tim into the cage like a drunk in a bar fight.
Razor pulls Tim over to his feet and then he chucks him back into the cage with powerful authority. Tim is pulled away from the ropes, smarting from body-to-steel impact. Tim is setup for an Irish whip. He manages a counter. Razor finds his running shoulder tackle neutralized by a dropkick! A second! Tim even manages to fake Razor out by making him think a third is coming, instead he hits him with a running clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: These two have been partners in the past, but that is out the window with a title opportunity on the line!
Ace Anderson: Partners? Don't be trying any of that YEEHAW Cowboy talk with me.
Razor finds his first foray into the steel cage now. On the rebound, Tim attempts to deliver a back suplex. Razor jams his elbow across the back of the neck. He then hits Tim in the mouth with that same joint. Tim blocks an incoming strike, but leaves himself open to be picked up and ran back and forth into the cage wall. Razor repositions and has Tim hoisted in a suplex, but Tim shifts his body weight so that when he swings down, Razor takes the move himself.
Tim throws in a leg drop for good measure before trying to exit through the door. He doesn't quite get there as Razor attacks from behind. Tim gets placed in the corner and is worked over with multiple clotheslines. That only serves to fire him up! Tim switches places. Lefts! Rights! Boots! Tim steps onto the middle ropes. He leans Razor's head back.
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YEE HAW! Tim watches as Razor staggers out of the corner like a sidewinder coming out of the shrubs. Razor is thrown into the ropes. Tim crosses to the opposite side. Bulldog! No! Razor tosses Tim off of him. Razor leans against the ropes, gathering his bearings as Tim carefully moves onto his feet.
Jerry Andrews: I think Razor is about to call his shot!
Ace Anderson: Razor's Edge!
Jerry Andrews: Not so fast!
Razor has found his finisher countered by a leaping leg lariat! Razor is picked up and bounced face first off of the cage. Tim spins him around and shoots him off the cage again. Now he has him in a side headlock. Running bulldog! Tim fires the faithful up. He takes one last look at Razor and then strolls through the door and to the floor to win the contest.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Number One Contender, Texas Tim!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and it's time for our next match!
Ace Anderson: In this contest, the PCW Faithful chose Grimm and Loki to face off against Gerard Angelo and David Hunter, and you'll see that all four competitors are already in the ring, but what match type did they pick?
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is an ELIMINATION MATCH!
The crowd cheers. The four competitors in the ring immediately begin brawling.
Tag Team Match
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
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Jerry Andrews: This is an elimination match, but it's supposed to be by standard tag rules! They're supposed to be tagging in and out, but all hell has broken loose here.
The two teams continue to brawl. Eventually the referee manages to get Grimm out of the ring, but Angelo and Hunter stay in the ring momentarily, arguing with the referee. Finally David Hunter slowly leaves the ring, trading insults with Loki the entire time. Hunter continues to exchange words with Loki even as he's on the apron. Suddenly, Gerard Angelo sneaks up from behind and rolls Loki up!
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Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?
Ace Anderson: Loki has been eliminated!
Grimm rushes into the ring to break up the pin, but it's too late. He immediately starts unloading on Angelo however.
Jerry Andrews: This is going to be interesting, it's now a two-on-one match!
Grimm throws Angelo into the corner and begins hitting him with several hard shots to the midsection. He then pulls him out and suplexes him down to the mat. Grimm goes for a quick cover and gets two.
Ace Anderson: Smart strategy by Grimm trying to even up the odds early in this match.
Grimm doesn't let up, throwing Angelo back into the corner and working him over again. Angelo manages to shove Grimm away and he dives into his corner, tagging in David Hunter. Hunter enters the match and he trades a few shots with Grimm. Grimm gets the upperhand...
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest!
Grimm goes for a cover:
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Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo wisely breaks up the pin attempt!
Angelo stomps away on Grimm as the referee tries to get him out of the ring. The two argue as Grimm gets back to his feet...
Jerry Andrews: Another Harvest!
This time Grimm shoves Angelo off the ropes before he covers:
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Jerry Andrews: Grimm has even the odds here!
Ace Anderson: But look at Gerard Angelo, he's immediately all over Grimm.
Grimm takes a few shots but then blocks one, fires back, and hits Foddershock!!! He then sets Angelo up and....
Jerry Andrews: ANOTHER HARVEST!!!
Grimm goes for the cover:
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Ace Anderson: Wow! I'm impressed!
Jerry Andrews: What a dominant performance by Grimm here!
Ace Anderson: I've never seen anything like it!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're not done! We'll be back after this commercial break with a once in a lifetime opportunity for a member of the PCW Faithful!
Jerry Andrews: Folks, we're back and Trauma has a special treat to end the night with!
Ace Anderson: They have control of the lights? You know how people love to arrive under the cover of darkness.
Jerry Andrews: What we have is being billed as a "Once in a Lifetime" match. I've been told that one lucky member of the faithful will be randomly selected for this opportunity!
Ace Anderson: Is this a social media prank?
Jerry Andrews: It's a friendly match, Ace. In just a moment I will announce the winning seat number.
Ace Anderson: Probably an empty one.
There is a momentary pause to build up the suspense. A drumroll and roaming spotlights. Rotating on the tron are pictures of every PCW Superstar. Jerry Andrews stands up to make the announcement.
Jerry Andrews: The winner is Section 212 Row F Seat 4!
Cameras pick up the winning fan leaving his current position to head to the ring. Who he is isn't readily apparent due to the view being obstructed by other random fans in the crowd. But he makes his approach rather quickly. The first real good look at him is telling. The unknown male is of muscular size with a long single braid nearly reaching down to his lower back. His face sports a rather big beard, which only adds to the features.
Jerry Andrews: I feel like we've seen this man before, but I can't put my finger on when or where.
Ace Anderson: I thought this was supposed to be a friendly match? This guy looks anything but friendly.
The mystery man lasers his focus on the tron without an ounce of emotion. Cold as the grave would explain his stare. Jerry Andrews departs from the commentary table to go inside of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Before you find out who you'll get to face, would you mind telling everyone here tonight and watching at home your name?
Jerry raises the microphone but isn't given the time of day. Just before he pulls his arm back, the fan suddenly decides to speak.
???: "Some might know me by a different name, but you can call me Finn Dahl."
Jerry is brushed aside shortly after the tron stops on the selected opponent. Loud cheers break in unison. Finn Dahl will be facing PCW World Champion, STORMM! You can tell the wheels in his head begin to spin, making things obvious he's getting who he hoped for.
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Sasha Greene: ...he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!
Dahl LOSES it the moment he hears the champ's name, flying into a rage as he jumps the ropes to go on the attack! Stormm is overwhelmed at the jump, but as officials race down to try and get things under control, he manages to fight back against his aggressor.
Jerry Andrews: What in the hell happening??
Ace Anderson: I told you this didn't look friendly! Now you see why. Stormm is a trigger for people!
Breaking up the brawl soon requires the help of the locker room as things only heat up!
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