Post by Nathan Saniti on Aug 20, 2017 20:42:37 GMT -5
Return to Glory
Sunday August 19th, 2017
The theme song for Return to Glory VIII blasts over the airwaves to a packed house.
Pyros go off in all corners of the stage, bringing the excitement to an astronomical level!
Jerry Andrews: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Return to Glory Eight!
Ace Anderson: I’m your host Ace Anderson. And this is Jerry Andrews. He’s my sidekick.
Jerry Andrews: I… What? Sidekick?
Ace Anderson: You heard me. Sidekick.
Jerry shakes it off as Ace smirks.
Jerry Andrews: We have a phenomenal show for the Faithful tonight. Our main event is a rematch for the World Title, pitting the Horror from Hangtown Grimm against the reigning champ, Whitey Ford.
Ace Anderson: Let’s call him what he is; “The Asshole” Whitey Ford.
Jerry Andrews: It might be a pay-per-view, but let’s keep it civil. There’s plenty of bad blood going around tonight.
Ace Anderson: Not the least of which is the North American champion Nathan Saniti defending his title against Gabriel.
Jerry Andrews: That’s not Gabriel’s only match tonight, either. He has to defend his own Underground Title against the psychotic Amazon, Alexa Black!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, he’s definitely got the deck stacked against him.
Jerry Andrews: We also have the triple threat match that takes three of Pure Class Wrestling’s biggest stars and sets them against each other; Kyle Shane, High Tide, and Alyce Starchylde.
Ace Anderson: That’s going to be a fun match to watch. Every one of those stars brings something unique to the ring every time.
Jerry Andrews: But first, we have to kick off the program with some REAL bad blood, the relative newcomer, a mountain of a man named Dominator going against a perennial favorite, Tyrone :Crazy Boy” Smith.
Ace Anderson: I tell ya, Jerry… Dominator has lived up to his name since his inception here in these hallowed halls, and CB has seen the brunt of it. I’m not sure he’ll be able to pull it off against this monster.
Jerry Andrews: It will remain to be seen right now. I know I’m rooting for Crazy Boy to get a sense of vengeance.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 365 lbs... DOMINATOR!!
The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening drum beats to Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…
…DOMINATOR…
The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd.
He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.
He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the mass... the size, the sheer raw intensity and power exuding from that mountain among men, Dominator.
Ace Anderson: We get it, he looks like he should be smashing Oberyn Tyrell's head into a paste. But I do agree with you, Dominator is a terrifying sight to see up close.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator is out here tonight to take on the man his Chronological Order has been having some dealings with as of late, the Pure Class Wrestling favorite Crazy Boy.
Ace Anderson: And boy, Tyrone sure is crazy to be picking this kind of fight.
Jerry Andrews: What did we say about the puns?
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 227 lbs... TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!!!
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.
Match One
Grudge Match
One Fall
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. Dominator
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Jerry Andrews: There's a big grudge match feel in the air tonight, as after weeks of Dominator and Horatio Mortimer bedevilling Crazy Boy, he looks to take the fight right to the big man tonight.
Ace Anderson: The big man came to this company at Living a Legacy and made a huge impact, and he's proved his toughness. Now we'll see if he can finish things that he starts.
The crowd is on it's feet for the popular Crazy Boy as he holds a fist up to the crowd. His opponent sneers across the ring at him as our official explains the rules to each man and asks if they're ready to go. Dominator stares down Crazy Boy as he slowly steps towards his direction. The much smaller Crazy Boy steps back, assessing his options as he begins to circle the ring at a short distance from Dominator's reach. Dominator cuts him off in the corner before coming over with an overhand right that Crazy Boy ducks under. Positions reversed, Crazy Boy kicks Dominator in the gut to lower him in the corner before punching Dominator in the head repeatedly. Dominator then pushes Crazy Boy out of the corner towards the middle of the ring, and then grabs him behind his head and throws him over the top rope with one arm.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the strength Dominator possesses!!!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, you've got to admit it, Crazy Boy's too small and not vicious enough to compete against a physical specimen like Dominator.
Dominator climbs out of the ring by stepping over the ropes and approaches Crazy Boy as he is pulling himself up using the ring apron. Crazy Boy pops up with a punch that barely connects with Dominator's jaw, and follows in with two more that barely connect before Dominator delivers a knee into Crazy Boy's midsection. Crazy Boy staggers back to the steel ringpost. Dominator charges in with a shoulder block, but Crazy Boy dives out of the way just before Dominator connects. Crazy Boy keeps his distance as Dominator picks himself up and rolls into the ring. Crazy Boy follows in behind him, but as he gets onto the apron Dominator lifts himself up off of the canvas and delivers a headbutt against Crazy Boy's skull that sends him falling back down to outside of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Is it too much to say that Dominator... got into the Tyrone's head?
Jerry Andrews: Alright, that's enough with the puns!
Ace Anderson: You might say, they had a meeting of the minds.
Jerry Andrews: Enough! OUT!
Ace Anderson: In fact, you might say --
Jerry Andrews: GET OUT!
Crazy Boy begins to slowly climb back up using the ring apron, and as he does so Dominator grabs him by the ears, pulling him up off of his feet momentarily before they come to a rest on the apron. Crazy Boy then pushes Dominator's arms apart, grabs Dominator's head, and jumps down from the ring apron dropping Dominator throat first across the top rope. Crazy Boy then slides back into the ring. Upon getting up to his feet, Crazy Boy goes for a clothesline. But as he gets close to his opponent, Dominator turns around and scoops Crazy Boy up into a sideways pick-up, before dropping him back first to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Crazy Boy rolls around in pain as Dominator looks on, grinning at his agony. Dominator then comes over and puts a neck twist on Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy begins shaking his arms out to his sides and slowly begins raising himself up to his feet once more. This time, Dominator releases the neck twist and gives Crazy Boy a headbutt to the back of the head. As Crazy Boy staggers forward, Dominator lifts him up from the side before spinning around one full time and planting him on his back with a rotating side slam. Dominator goes for a cover.
One...
Two... Kickout.
Dominator argues that it should have been a three count.
Ace Anderson: I don't know why Dominator would choose to argue the count here. He still has a legal right to torture Crazy Boy for as long as this match can last.
Tyrone uses the temporary distraction to crawl away from Dominator towards the corner. He begins to lift himself up in the corner as Dominator sadistically cuts his eyes over in Crazy Boy's direction. Dominator then charges at Crazy Boy with another shoulder block, again missing as Crazy Boy ducks and rolls out of the way leaving Dominator to hit his back full speed against the turnbuckles. Dominator staggers around holding his back as Crazy Boy rolls back into the corner, again pulling himself up using the turnbuckles. Dominator turns around and charges at Crazy Boy again. This time Crazy Boy puts his feet up and connect with Dominator's chin spinning him around. Crazy Boy then climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle behind him and leaps onto Dominator's back with a sleeperhold.
Jerry Andrews: Tyrone is trying to choke the life out of Dominator.
Ace Anderson: I sure hope it works, cause nothing else seems to have done the trick so far.
Dominator flails his arms as he staggers around the ring with the sleeper applied. He reaches up to grab Crazy Boy but can't get a grip. The arms flail some more before they finally just dangle as he stands still in the middle of the ring. Dominator begins to lean over forwards. Crazy Boy wiggles around on Dominator's back to get a tighter hold, but as he does so Dominator reaches up and finally gets a grip on him. Dominator flips Crazy Boy over his head with a two-handed snapmare. Dominator then staggers back against the ropes and returns with an elbow drop that misses as Crazy Boy rolls out of the way. Both men slowly rise up to their feet with Crazy Boy being one step ahead of Dominator. Crazy Boy delivers calf kick after calf kick, each connecting and clearly appearing to have an affect as they make Dominator's hands shoot to grip his legs and he hobbles around as if to try an maintain balance. Crazy Boy grabs the arm closest to him and tries to whip Dominator into the ropes, but Dominator refuses to be moved. Dominator reverses the whip sends Crazy Boy into the ropes instead. As Crazy Boy bounces off of the ropes, he sees Dominator bent over in position to give him a back bodydrop, and at the spur of the moment delivers a superkick to the bottom of Dominator's jaw as he tries to get out of the way.
Ace Anderson: It didn't even floor him Jerry. Dominator is still on his feet!
Dominator staggers around spinning slowly in a circle as Crazy Boy quickly steps through the ropes and then climbs the turnbuckles to the top. Dominator appears to just be shaking out the cobwebs as he turns to see Crazy Boy on the turnbuckle. Crazy Boy flies off with a crossbody, which succeeds in taking the big man down. Crazy Boy lays motionless for a moment on the canvas breathing hard as if he has knocked his air out of him with the landing. He sits up slowly and just drapes an arm over Dominator.
Jerry Andrews: He finally succeeds in getting the big man off his feet!!
One...
Two... Kickout.
Dominator begins pulling himself up using the ropes as Crazy Boy begins to slowly roll up to his feet mid-ring. Dominator comes at Tyrone with a clothesline that Crazy Boy ducks. Spinning around, Crazy Boy connects with a series of punches before running and hitting the ropes to build momentum. Crazy Boy returns to a kick in the midsection that stops him in his tracks, stooped over, arms dangling in the middle of the ring. Dominator grabs Crazy Boy and drops him with a ring-shaking jackknife powerbomb, then he covers.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy may have been flattened!!
Ace Anderson: Look, we all know this was a mistake, Dominator was right about him, someone that small and untrained is only asking to be hurt.
One...
Two...
THRE... Kickout.
Dominator snarls and begins stomping his feet. He yells at Crazy Boy to get up and as Crazy Boy pulls himself up on the ropes slowly, Dominator runs in and devastates him with a big boot that knocks Crazy Boy out of the ring completely, and to the outside. Dominator climbs out of the ring after him. Crazy Boy is trying to lift himself up, but Dominator assists him by grabbing him and slamming him repeatedly into the apron. Crazy Boy hangs limply onto the apron. Dominator clubs him over the back, and then he grips Crazy Boy's arm and irish whips him with force into the steel steps, as Crazy Boy hits with a loud bang. Crazy Boy yells in pain.
Ace Anderson: I bet Crazy Boy wishes he had never tried to fight the Chronological Order.
Jerry Andrews: Don't count the little guy out. He is a former champion and he's shown us time and time again that he's got a few certain intangibles that others don't have.
Ace Anderson: And intangibles are fine... but that pain he's feeling right now, is very tangible, and a kid his size is dwarfed by the strength in Dominator.
Dominator lifts Crazy Boy Smith up onto his shoulder, in powerslam position, and he runs forward, attempting to drive Crazy Boy's head into the ringpost. Crazy Boy pushes himself off and drops down behind Dominator. The fall from that height makes him grip his knee in pain. As Crazy Boy is holding his leg, he is dropped by a clothesline from Dominator, who then lifts Crazy Boy up in a military press and drops him face first across the steel guardrail. Dominator then rolls Crazy Boy into the ring. Dominator climbs in after Crazy Boy, and begins stalking him. Crazy Boy turns around into a chokeslam. Dominator follows this up with a Dominator (heh), which here is called the Namesake, and Crazy Boy is flattened into the mat. Dominator goes to pin Crazy Boy, but then pulls off.
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing?
Ace Anderson: That sadistic bastard wants to inflict more pain!
Jerry Andrews: But he has him beat right there!
Dominator grabs the leg of Crazy Boy that he was just gripping in agony (see, callback!) and he lifts Crazy Boy up by his leg, before slamming it down knee first on the mat. Crazy Boy yells in pain, and Dominator then applies a single leg boston crab.
Jerry Andrews: Strange to see the big man engaging in strategic technical wrestling.
Ace Anderson: Actually I think he just wants to rip that leg off and beat Tyrone with it.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, the size differential between the two men... Dominator is literally bending Crazy Boy in half!
Dominator yells for Crazy Boy to submit. Crazy Boy refuses. the ref begins asking Crazy Boy if he wants to give up... but he screams NO!! There's a few dramatic moments as Dominator is putting all his body weight down on the small man's lower back and twisting the leg back, but finally, Crazy Boy is able to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom rope. Dominator pulls him away from the ropes, back towards the center of the ring, but after another second Crazy Boy is able to inch his way forward again, reach out and firmly grab the bottom rope. Crazy Boy hangs on for dear life. Dominator is forced to break the hold by the ref. Dominator gets in the ref's face, and then he turns back to Crazy Boy. He goes to lift him up for a full nelson, but Crazy Boy kicks his leg back up into Dominator's groin. Dominator is doubled over in pain. The Tyrone then runs off the ropes and hits a Crazy dropkick. Dominator goes down, as does Crazy Boy, holding his knee. Crazy Boy rolls over and pins Dominator.
One...
Two...
THRE... Kickout.
Crazy Boy runs a hand over his face. He lifts the bigger man up, but the heavy mass of Dominator sand bags on him and makes it difficult to go along with it. Crazy Boy exerts more effort, but Dominator forcefully shoves him off back into the ropes. Crazy Boy comes charging towards him only to eat a throat thrust uppercut that knocks him back. Dominator's turn now to lift Crazy Boy up and plant him with a simple side slam. He goes for a pin, but the referee tells him that Crazy Boy is too close to the ropes. Dominator stands, a bit outraged by the noncompliance, and gives the referee an earful, which gives one Tyrone Crazy Boy Smith enough time to stand up again. He charges and gets beneath Dominator from behind. With the 300 pound monster on his back he approaches the turnbuckle, squats and throws Dominator off his back and directly on top of the ring post. Dominator’s lower back hits the cold metal as he tumbles off and lands on the stairs before rolling onto the mats outside. The crowd gives an awed gasp, "OOOOOH" as the move hits.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, what a move there! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do that to Dominator.
Ace Anderson: I didn't even think that *COULD* happen, but I have to chalk it up to core strength and leverage.
Dominator is in serious pain on the outside. Crazy Boy doesn’t try to roll out to retrieve the bigger man, preferring to massage his wounded muscles and take gasping lungfuls of air, because that lift really did a number on him. The ref begins to count. 1... 2... 3... 4...
Jerry Andrews: He’s already at 6 Ace Anderson, if Dominator can’t get back into the ring he’ll lose to Tyrone via count out.
7... 8... The titan finally makes it to his feet and into the ring as the referee reached the count of 9. Smith pounces on him immediately as he targets the lower back with elbows and knee drops. Everything he can throw at Dominator’s back he does until the monster is writhing in uncontrollable pain in the middle of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Tyrone is trying to keep the big man off his feet and out of his power game!
Tyrone has Dominator pinned down, so he shoots a cover and hooks a leg for good measure.
One…
Two…
THR- Kickout.
You couldn’t fit a hair between the referee’s palm and the mat, but Dominator kicks out just in time. Nobody is happy about it, but the match continues.
Jerry Andrews: Smith is really taking it to the Zenith.
A few more kicks from Tyrone result in a loud ovation from the adoring public. He endeavors to muscle up Dominator from the mat and tries for a much bigger lift, a suplex. Any idiot could have told you where this was going. Dominator blocks the suplex with his foot, steadfastly refusing to budge. Dominator then wrenches the arm and cranks down in a violent jerk, pulling Crazy Boy into an arm wrench takedown right onto the point of the shoulder socket. Tyrone jerks around and contorts, holding his arm. In a flash Dominator locks in an ankle lock and wraps his legs around the previously affected leg to inflict more pressure. It’s now the Crazy One's turn to scream in pain as the sinews in his ankle are being torn and Dominator twists him back and forth, smiling sadistically.
Jerry Andrews: Tyrone has taken some hellacious punishment here, I don't know if he'll be able to walk right.
Ace Anderson: I usually am all for the type of encounters that leave you unable to walk right... but no, no, this is bad news.
Tyrone shouts and scrambles, pulling himself by his elbows back and finally, scooting over to grab the bottom rope. The referee starts a count. 1...2...3.. Dominator makes the break, holding his hands up innocently. He turns to take in the increasingly negative reaction from the crowd, before giving them the British V symbol that is their middle finger salute. Then he turns back to Crazy Boy. He lifts Crazy Boy back up by a leg, intending on another submission, but Tyrone wobbles to his feet on the other leg, as Dominator is holding on to him, and then he whacks Dominator with an enziguri. Taking a moment to shake the cobwebs out, Crazy Boy walks over to the top rope and ascends, taking a second because of his bad leg. Crazy Boy sets himself, and attempts to fly off with a diving headbutt, but Dominator moves out of the way and Crazy Boy goes crashing face first into the mat. Dominator pulls himself up, and as Crazy Boy gets up he is punished by a full nelson slam from Dominator. Dominator lifts his arms to the crowd, who boo, and Dominator puts his foot on Crazy Boy's chest in a show of domination.
Jerry Andrews: The ref's taking that as a cover!
One...
Two...
THRE... Kickout.
Dominator gets in the ref's face and argues with him. He backs him into a corner and begins threatening him. Dominator turns around from the ref, right into Crazy Boy, who is able to boot Dominator in the gut and drop him with a DDT.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, Dominator goes down!!
Crazy Boy backs up, drops a leg across his throat, then another, then he gets up, runs to the ropes and drops a running leg drop across the throat of Dominator. He covers...
One....
Two...
THREE - Kickout.
Crazy Boy slaps the mat in frustration. He motions for Dominator to get up. Dominator pulls himself to his feet on the ropes. Crazy Boy comes running at him, but Dominator pulls down the top rope, looking to send Crazy Boy to the outside. Crazy Boy catches his balance and drops down on the apron. Dominator turns around, right into an elbow shot from Crazy Boy that makes him stagger away, and Crazy Boy springs up to the ropes, and attempts to come off with a flying forearm shot, but Dominator catches him and delivers a huge fallaway slam that sends Crazy Boy flying across the ring. Crazy Boy rolls out onto the other side of the apron, holding his back. Dominator rests, trying to catch his breath. the ref checks to make sure both men can continue.
Jerry Andrews: This resembles a game of chess, point and counterpoint, matching wits as well as strength.
Ace Anderson: You actually play chess?... Nerd.
Dominator goes to pull Crazy Boy back into the ring but Crazy Boy grabs his head, pulling it down on the top rope and hanging Dominator up. Dominator falls back, grabbing at his throat. Crazy Boy climbs in the ring, and Dominator gets up holding his throat. Crazy Boy takes Dominator down with a front face slam. Crazy Boy quickly walks over to the ropes, and goes to the top only to come crashing down on Dominator's back with a top rope double foot stomp. Dominator screams in pain and holds his back. Crazy Boy quickly rolls him over.
Jerry Andrews: Some how, some way, Crazy Boy has really begun bringing the fight to Dominator. This is incredible!
Ace Anderson: It's inconceivable that anything of this manner could ever happen in any way, shape or form, this is the Zenith!
Jerry Andrews: That just goes to show how much getting his revenge on Dominator means to him!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE - KICKOUT!
Crazy Boy falls back and runs his hands over his face in agitation. The crowd is chanting "CRAZY BOY" and Crazy Boy walks over to the corner again and motions to the crowd, who respond with a great ovation. Crazy Boy climbs up to the ropes, and he sets himself for a moment, then he flies off with an attempted double knee drop. Dominator grabs Crazy Boy's knee as it hits, softening the blow. Before Crazy Boy can react, Dominator stands up still holding Crazy Boy's knee and his leg. He then spins Crazy Boy around so he's facing away from Dominator, then Dominator wraps him up in a full nelson and drops him with a neckbreaker. Both men are down for a moment, winded and unable to move. Dominator slowly pulls himself to his feet, and he walks over to Crazy Boy and lifts him up, going for a Giant Swing, aka the Pendulum! Dominator spins Tyrone rapidly one way, then course corrects to fling him a full 360 degrees in the other direction, finally getting dizzy enough to let the legs go and throwing Smith across the ring! Dominator wobbles, and he falls to a knee. Then, the big man stalks to his feet, and starts calling for Crazy Boy to get up. When Crazy Boy does, Dominator hooks him from the side, looking for a big reverse STO to plant him, but Crazy Boy is able to get around him and counter into a reverse bulldog/Zig Zag out of desperation. Both men are down, and at the moment Tyrone too tired to capitalize. Finally, the ref begins counting both men out once again.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
Crazy Boy rolls over and limply drapes an arm over Dominator's chest.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE - NO!!
Jerry Andrews: He kicked out! Dominator is still alive in this!
Ace Anderson: I don't know what it is about Dominator, his attitude has shifted and he's begun making a believer out of people!
Jerry Andrews: These two men refuse to die!
Crazy Boy gets to his feet. He lifts Dominator up, but Dominator cuts him off with an uppercut. Crazy Boy stumbles away. Dominator gets to his feet, and he begins peppering Crazy Boy with right hands, backing him to the ropes. He whips Crazy Boy to the ropes and takes him down with a back body drop. Crazy Boy gets to his feet, into a snap suplex. Crazy Boy rolls his back in pain and gets to his feet. Dominator puts him up on his shoulders and takes him down with a running powerslam, then rests against the ropes for a second. He walks back over to Crazy Boy, and tries to lift Crazy Boy up, but Crazy Boy thumbs him in the eye. Crazy Boy then takes Dominator down with a rotating fireman's carry slam. Dominator rolls out of the ring. Crazy Boy rolls out after him, and he grabs Dominator by the head and walks him over to the announce table. He begins slamming Dominator's head off the announce table, once, twice, three times. Finally, he clears the table off and rolls Dominator on top of the table. Ace Anderson and Jerry scamper out of the way. The ref is counting him out, and Crazy Boy rolls back in the ring. Crazy Boy paces over to the ropes, climbs the turnbuckle, and then he flies off with a huge leg drop, all the way to the announce table, and both men slide off the announce table, which was not made to break. Still, Crazy Boy hits with the force of a meteor, and both men slide out onto the floor, stunned by this massive bump.
HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD, CRAZY BOY JUST WENT ON TOP OF THE TABLE!
Ace Anderson: This is some amazing construction work and craftsmanship to survive that collision, but also holy shit!
Both men are laid out in the middle of the aisle. The ref, at a loss if he should throw the whole match out now, checks on both men. Crazy Boy starts to stir.
THIS IS AWESOME *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME!
Crazy Boy slowly picks himself up and rolls back in the ring. Dominator is still laid out. Crazy Boy motions for The ref to count. The ref starts counting Dominator out, reluctantly. 1...2....3....4....5... Dominator starts to stir... 6... Dominator crawls off the ruined table... 7... Dominator is trying to make his way back to the apron... 8... 9... Dominator rolls in just before the final count. Crazy Boy immediately clubs Dominator over the back, and then hits a running bulldog. Crazy Boy struggles to steady himself on the top rope, perhaps looking for the Crazy Spin. Before he can fly off, however, Dominator stumbles to his knees and shoots into the ropes, shaking them enough to knock Crazy Boy off balance. Crazy Boy falls down and is crotched on the top turnbuckle. Dominator slumps down to the mat. Crazy Boy's eyes shoot wide open as he holds his jewels. Dominator then latches onto him and destroys him with a muscle buster.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD, even all of that punishment wasn't enough to slay the beast known as Dominator!
Ace Anderson: I'm actually afraid now... hold me. He's superhuman!
Dominator makes a "fuck this" motion and he lifts the frail body of Tyrone Crazy Boy up, screams in his face for a moment, then catches his throat as he goes for an End of Days. But as he lifts Crazy Boy into the air, Crazy Boy twists out of it, grabs his head and then pushes off the ropes, taking them out with an Acid Drop/Dudley Dog.
Jerry Andrews: And just like that, Crazy Boy counters the Anachronism again!
Ace Anderson: This surely can't be enough to put Dominator away?!
ONE...
TWO....
THREE - FOOT ON THE ROPES!!
The crowd lets out an audible sigh of mixed relief and disappointment. Crazy Boy looks flabbergasted, and he holds three fingers up to the ref, but the ref motions that Dominator reached the ropes. Crazy Boy slowly staggers to his feet, and looks to pull Dominator up. He hooks Dominator's head, looking for a screwdriver Falcon Arrow, the Crazy Slam, but as he begins to run up the ropes, Dominator pulls his head loose, shoves Crazy Boy chest first into the turnbuckle, and when Crazy Boy stumbles out, holding his chest and wincing, Dominator crushes him firmly with the move.)
Ace Anderson: Turnabout is fair play after all!
Jerry Andrews: And this time, Dominator avoided the Crazy Slam, and the Anachronism connects!
ONE...
TWO....
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... DOMINATOR!!
Dominator slumps on the mat for a second, and then he pulls himself to his feet. He looks down at Crazy Boy with an almost indeterminate expression for a moment. He lifts Crazy Boy to his feet by one arm, and the crowd is starting to boo him.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh, is the big man going to continue laying waste to Crazy Boy?
Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is whipped, he put up the best fight he could, but he is beaten half to death here, there's no way if Dominator continued his attack he could fight him off.
Dominator looks Crazy Boy in the eye, and seems to show him some grudging respect. He makes a "this close" gesture and shakes his head, then sneers and exits the ring. Crazy Boy is barely propped up by the ropes, and the referee has to help him to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think Tyrone expected that at all.
Ace Anderson: A hard fought victory for Dominator, but he continues to build momentum in his rise here in Pure Class Wrestling.
Jerry Andrews: Indeed it was, Ace. Crazy Boy surprising the newcomer, I think, but we who know him know what Tyrone Smith is capable of when he sets his mind to it.
Ace Anderson: Right now, Alexa Black is getting ready to set her mind on a prize she has coveted since its inception: The Underground Title.
Jerry Andrews: Nice segue, Ace.
Ace Anderson: It’s what I get paid for, Jerry. Some of us EARN our paychecks.
Sasha Greene: The following match is for the Underground Title!
The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Blood On My Hands," by The Used 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.
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.
Behind her her manager Jamie King stands smiling smugly deck out as usual in his Armani suit and next to him his enforcer Stuart Masters keeps a close eye on things
Sasha Greene: From Los Angeles, California. Weighing two-hundred pounds, ALEXA BLACK!
The trio walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil trio. They look around at the PCW faithful, who pack the stands and they simply glare malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.
They 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.
They reach the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring.
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 as King and Masters stay in her corner.
Sasha Greene: And her opponent…
The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play.
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing Two-hundred nineteen pounds, he is the Underground Champion, GABRIEL!
Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.
"There's a world you're living in
No one else has your part
All God's children in the wind
Take it in and blow hard.
Look around it, have you found it
Walking down the avenue?
See what it brings,
could be good things
In the air for you.."
Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and awaits the start of the match.
Match Two
Underground Title Match
Underground Rules
One Fall
Underground Title is on the Line
Alexa Black vs. Gabriel
Referee: Manny Cruz
DING DING!
The very second she hears the bell ring, Alexa Black is all over Gabriel before he knows it. A blitzkrieg of strikes find their mark more than not as Gabriel is trapped in the corner and at the mercy of his challenger’s assault. A combination of palm strikes and knife hand strikes chip away at the interior of Gabriel. Alexa viciously begins to slam his head and neck against the buckles. She then steps away to survey her handiwork. Gabriel has a well known history of injuries to his neck and early on, that seems to be exploited. Gabriel is pulled away from the corner. He surprises Alexa with a series of strikes himself. They rock the Black Widow like a pinball.
Gabriel cradles Alexa’s head and introduces her face to his knees. She drops onto her own. She ducks a buzzsaw kick and shoves Gabriel away. He comes back around and hits a clothesline. Gabriel mounts for a quick ground and pound, but it goes absolutely nowhere. Her thumbs dig into his eyes and while he is temporarily blinded, he is pulled into a series of headbutts. Alexa returns to her feet, brings him up to his and proceeds to hip toss him clear over the ropes and down to the floor below with a sickening splat. King and Masters begin to approach but are halted and ordered to the back! Alexa let's them know she is going to tear him limb from limb herself.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has had work done on his spine, which can’t be happy with him at the moment.
Ace Anderson: I happen to have the name of a good chiropractor if he needs it!
She jumps to the floor after him. A spinning backfist knocks him over the railing. Alexa stalks and reaches over to pull him up. She hits a neckbreaker, with Gabe’s neck colliding with the edge of the railing. Cameras pick up the shot of him favoring it. Alexa rips said camera, shoves the operator and BLASTS Gabriel in the face lens first. He staggers into now empty seats as the fans who had occupied them scatter. She jumps into the fray and continues using the PROPERTY OF PCW PURE CLASS WRESTLING equipment. Growing bored with it, she drops it and tosses Gabriel back over. With evil dripping from every pore in her body, she surveys her environment like a kid in a toy store.
Gabriel uses the apron to pull himself to his feet. He narrowly dodges an incoming TV monitor that was careening for his head. Undeterred, she retrieves it. In the process, Gabriel has the smarts to smack the monitor back into her face with one forceful motion. Alexa is stunned. Gabriel fights through the pain as he shoves her into the ring post, back first. Gabriel takes her head and proceeds to slam it repeatedly into the steel. As she slumps, Gabriel grabs her by the right arm and wraps it around the post. Alexa roars and shakes her limb. Gabriel takes it again so he can reintroduce it in the same spot, only now it includes the shoulder. An arm wrench followed with a hook kick drops the former North American Champion.
Gabriel finds the monitor from before and also hits his target as it becomes a projectile. She falls flat like a tree that has been cut down. Gabriel massages his neck as he approaches his fallen foe. The steel ring steps are pried off. He throws them mid-air and watches as they land across the midsection. Alexa finds herself in further trouble as her right arm is placed behind her back. Gabriel bodyslams her right across those very steps with impact. Alexa is not only feeling the pain, she’s loving every single second of it. Action returns to the ring. Alexa leapfrogs an attempted chop block. Gabriel returns only to find himself taking a pop up samoan drop! Alexa is up as she works the feeling back into her arm. She takes a pause long enough to bring a long steel chain back with her.
Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black has said she will do whatever it takes to win the Underground Title tonight and I think she is about to prove that.
Ace Anderson: The Lord works in mysterious ways, Jerry. I have FAITH in Gabriel!
Jerry Andrews: Oh brother…
Ace Anderson: PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD! C’mon Jer---say it with me.
Invoking her inner Nikita Koloff, the chain is wrapped around her arm like a snake. Gabriel is NAILED with a sickening clothesline from hell. It served its purpose. Alexa rolls back outside and basically brings with her a whole bag full of goodies: THUMB TACKS. This of course gets the bloodthirsty fans onto their feet. Alexa attempts to gut-wrench him into the sharp objects, but he manages to somehow fight out of this. Gabriel kicks her kneecaps. Hits an uppercut. And then SPEARS her down into the very things she brought in! Now a human pin cushion, Gabriel sweeps the remaining tacks out of the ring, while the rest remain in her flesh. Gabriel retrieves the chain that had been used on him. He rolls it up into a coil and then drops Alexa right on top of it with a nasty looking brainbuster.
Gabriel is slow to exit the ring, but does so uninterrupted. When he returns he has...a PANE OF GLASS?? It gets positioned in the corner. Alexa finds her legs trapped under his arms. He fakes like he’s going to use a Boston crab, but instead...it’s catapult time! Alexa goes flying like Superman right through the glass!! It shatters into many, many fragments. She isn’t moving so well after that one. Blood exits from the various wounds. Gabriel doesn’t offer a prayer for the evil sinner. He’s there to cleanse the division of it’s Queen. Alexa is drug out to the middle of the ring. Gabriel locks in a WOOO! (thoughts are with you, Nature Boy) figure four leg lock. If for no other reason than to make her ability to walk that much tougher. Alexa Black pulls at her hair as Gabriel continues to apply the pressure. There is no submitting yet, but she’s in clear pain.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has been working on his submission skills since being saved and he may just have a victory here with one.
Ace Anderson: Alexa Black feels pain? That woman LOVES pain. Especially inflicting it.
Alexa looks to flip the hold, but Gabriel will have none of it. That leaves Alexa with one choice: find a new way out. And she does. Gabriel meet brass knuckles. She had them tucked away in her spandex top. Alexa drags herself to the ropes and hobbles. She thinks twice of using them any further. The psychotic monster has something else in mind. Carefully rolling under the ropes, she retries a very special weapon. A metal baseball bat wrapped in RAZOR WIRE. She hobbles back into the ring as Gabriel stirs. The bat is swung like practice was in session. The very moment Gabriel turns around, the dangerous weapon clocks him in the head, busting him wide open.
Alexa’s eyes widen. Her smile twists into a sadistic snarl. The bat is thrown out of the ring. Gabriel’s face is a crimson mess, matching Alexa’s arms in that department. She approaches with a slight limp. Gabriel is rammed head first into the corner. Alexa carefully gets to the middle ropes, puts on the brass knucks again and unloads for a series of ten shots to his gashed head. She steps away as Gabriel falls out of the ring. She exits and measures Gabriel’s head again as he is partially concealed under the ring. He wipes the blood out of his eyes. As he tries to figure out where the hell he is, Alexa comes in for a Skull Crushing Finale!
It misses. What Gabriel has driven between her legs does not: The very same razor bladed baseball bat that busted him open. It’s not embedded enough to do a whole lot of damage, but is enough to make Alexa straddle very precariously. Gabriel uses the ring apron to trap the handle against the edge of the mat. This of course further raises the weapon where it shouldn’t be. Alexa is practically trapped and needing to be careful about how she moves. Gabriel knows this himself. He retrieves a towel to wipe his face with. Then a fire extinguisher.
Jerry Andrews: I---
Ace Anderson (interrupting): I guess now would be as good a time as any to talk anatomy?
It becomes a battering ram between the eyes from a charging Underground Champion. Alexa snaps back and falls to her side. The razors catch her inner thighs in the process, but at least she’s free. Gabriel rolls the extinguisher back into the ring. Alexa Black is next. Beaten, bloody and battered, Gabriel looks to the heavens before hitting The Word of the Lord into the extinguisher. Alexa’s head and neck bend at an inhuman angle from impact. Gabriel rolls her over and goes for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
And this brutal title defense has it’s victor.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and STILL Underground Champion, Gabriel!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! That was a bloody match, but Gabriel pulls off his first defense AND his first match of the night with a victory!
Ace Anderson: He has an uphill battle ahead of him too. He’s going against Nathan Saniti for the North American Championship.
Jerry Andrews: That match will happen after the break. Stay tuned while we pay some bills.
Jerry Andrews: We’re back, and it's time for our Triple Threat Match, folks. We're going to see PCW perennial High Tide go against rising star and winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament, Kyle Shane and another newcomer who's been really making her mark, Alyce Starchylde.
Ace Andrews: This is going to be one helluva match, Jerry. I...
Suddenly, "This is Gonna Hurt," by Sixx A.M. blasts over the speakers. Within the first few seconds, Pure Class president Loki emerges from behind the curtains, microphone in hand.
Ace Anderson: Oh goody. Whenever this guy shows up, you know it's going to be bad news.
Jerry Andrews: Let's hear what Loki has to say before we jump to conclusions, Ace.
Ace Anderson: It's probably those upstarts in the Alt-Left Locker Room. They always cause all of the trouble in the world with their progressive ideals and all.
Loki: I'm afraid I have some bad news for the Faithful.
Ace Anderson: Told ya so. Called it.
Loki: Our health testing protocols have tested a couple of stars randomly. After repeatedly testing positive for an unknown substance, and considering his erratic behavior, in and out of the ring, escalating these last few months, I'm afraid the contract for Lunatic, and subsequently the Good Doctor, has been suspended indefinitely until an investigation is concluded.
The crowd delivers a mixed reaction for this bit of news. Except one half of the commetator team.
Ace Anderson: WOO HOO! LUNATIC IS GONE!
Jerry Andrews: That's kinda cold, Ace. Rooting for someone to get fired.
Ace Anderson: I feel sorry for the Doctor, but Looney can go get his soup line card and I will sleep like a kitten tonight.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like Loki isn't quite done.
Loki: The other bit of news is that this triple threat match is now a standard match. High Tide also tested to be far too intoxicated to perform tonight. It was determined that he could pose a safety risk for himself and two for our more promising stars. Corporate didn't want to take that chance.
The audience doesn't like this news one bit, but Loki just shrugs, mouthing the words, "It's out of my hands."
Ace Anderson: High Tide tested to have blood in his alcohol stream?
Jerry Andrews: ACE!
Ace Anderson: Seriously? His blood type is a higher proof than a barrel of Jim Beam.
Jerry Andrews: I think he prefers Captain Morgan.
Loki: So now the match will be Kyle Shane versus Alyce Starchylde. Enjoy the match, ladies and gentlemen.
With as much accolade as he entered with, Loki disappears back behind the curtain.
Jerry Andrews: Well, this will still be one great match. Shane has been nothing short of impressive since his debut. Alyce hit a few bumps, but she is starting to turn heads in the front office.
Ace Anderson: I'm pretty sure it's because of her outfit.
Jerry palms his face.
Jerry Andrews: You do understand that you're the reason we have to take weekly Human Resource classes, right?
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 135 pounds and hailing from Hollywood, California... Alyce Starchylde!
The strains of K Flay’s ‘Blood in the Cut’ drifts through the air as Alyce steps out on the entrance ramp. Her head bounces softly in time to the music and then she lurches forward down the aisle towards the ring. She doesn’t seem to notice the crowd as her haunted eyes stare towards the ring. She approaches, slides under the ring ropes and slouches in a corner as she awaits her opponent.
Sasha Greene: And her opponent, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing 218 pounds, the "God of Game" Kyle Shane.
The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassin's hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge:
"And how could anyone
You are in my dreams
Half human, half machine
You with someone else that I have felt and seen
I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again"
Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.
Match Three
Triple Threat Match
One Fall
Kyle Shane vs. High Tide vs. Alyce Starchylde
Referee: Eric Russo
Jerry Andrews: It will be interesting to see what Alyce does against a man like Kyle Shane.
Ace Anderson: He's crafty. She's crazy. She's giving up 85 pounds and about 8 inches against Shane, but that hasn't stopped her from chalking up some impressive wins here herself.
DING DING!
Russo calls for the bell. The combatants circle each other, Shane rushing in for a tie-up. Alyce has different plans, ducking under the grapple, through his legs, and bouncing off of the ropes, connecting with a flying forearm to the mush just as the Game Changer turns around. He recoils from the impact, slowly turning back around and wiping at his mouth the check for blood. Alyce throws her hands on her hips with a smile.
"Didn't think I could hit ya so hard, did ya?"
Kyle nods in approval. Wordlessly, they circle once again. Shane goes for another tie-up, and gets denied again. This time, when Alyce hits the ropes, the God of Game is quicker to spin around, catching the nimble minx with a spin kick that shoots her off into the corner. Kyle places a finger on his temple.
"I don't fall for the same trick twice, lady."
Alyce checks herself for damage as she gets up, now having a modicum of respect for her opponent. She straightens herself out as they encompass each other once more. They go for a tie-up again. This time, they connect, but it's not long before Shane's blatant weight advantage drives his opponent to the corner. The ref calls for a clean break. Shane slowly backs away, his hands in the air. Alyce isn't quite as chivalrous. The places a thumb in Shane's eye.
She doesn't pay an iota of attention to the ref's admonishments as she climbs the second turnbuckle and climbing onto Shane's back with a sleeper hold. Kyle flails his arms, reaching back to get a grip on the colorful woman. He feels himself starting to fade a bit, but he answers the problem by launching himself backwards to the corner. Once. Twice. The impacts rock Alyce. The third time's the charm, causing her to release the hold. Kyle drops to a knee, gasping for air. The unrelenting gal hits a snapmare that makes Shane rock backward into the bottom turnbuckle.
Jerry Andrews: Man, Alyce is putting up quite a battle. Kyle probably thought this was going to be a cakewalk.
Ace Anderson: I doubt the God of Game underestimated his opponent.
Alyce drags her victim to the center of the ring. He bounds off of the second rope, landing across Shane's chest with a moonsault. She hooks the leg, but only gets a long one count before the winner of the Icemann tournament kicks out. She slaps the mat and screams at the ref as she pulls Shane to his feet by his hair. She whips Shane to the ropes and leaps up into the air for a drop kick that only connects with air as Kyle hangs onto the ropes. She lands at an uncomfortable angle on her neck, causing the entire peanut gallery to gasp in unison. Shane looks at his opponent as she clasps her neck, dropping for a cover, seemingly as a mercy to end the match.
1!
2!
NO!
Shane cocks his head to the side curiously, wondering where Alyce drew the energy to kick out. He pulls her to her feet, dropping her back down with a double arm DDT. Continuing the assault, he pulls her upright and hits with a series of vertical suplexes. Alyce refuses to let her opponent put her shoulders to the mat for a full three count. The Game Changer yanks her to her feet, launching her to the corner. He follows in with a knee lift, but he hesitated just enough for the wiry woman to duck under it. His knee connects with the corner. As he wails in agony, Alyce snaps awake, her smile broad across her face.
Ace Anderson: Was... Was she playing "possum?"
Jerry Andrews: It certainly looks that way, Ace.
Alyce grabs the leg that connected with the ropes and twists it around her own. Shane yowls again as the ref checks for a submission. No dice. Alyce adds pressure before dropping to her back to jolt the injured limb. Shane's eye grow wide in pain. Starchylde drops a leg across the knee, and then flips her opponent to his stomach. She drives the knee into the canvas a few times before placing her foot at the joint and pulling back on the foot. Shane muscles through the torture, managing to get back onto his back Alyce bends down to collect the limb to do more damage, but SHane grasps one of the painted pigtails, wrapping her up in a small package.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Alyce is stunned by the sudden offense and near fall. Shane gets some space between him and his assailant, glaring at her maliciously. He tries to walk off the injury, never turning his back on the resourceful lady. She rushes the God of Game, leaping into the air for a hurricanrana, but the quick thinking contender turns it into a sit-out powerbomb.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like Shane is turning things around.
Ace Anderson: That's what he has to do; slow it down to his pace. This is probably a new concept for Kyle Shane. He's usually the quicker wrestler.
Shane puts the woman in a surfboard stretch. He lets her yelp in agony for a bit before putting the exclamation point on it with a curb stomp that nearly knocks the cuckoo concubine out. Shane gathers her over his shoulder, slamming her back down to the mat with a running power slam. He goes for a cover, but Alyce kicks out after the two count. Kyle picks her up again, returning her to the mat with a slam and leaping off of the second rope and third turnbuckle for a double jump moonsault.
He pulls her to her feet, throwing her at the ropes. Alyce leaps up, hitting a high cross body block. Alyce springs to her feet, scaling the turnbuckles for an aerial offensive, but Shane catches her at the pinnacle, tossing her into the center of the ring with a thunderous slam. Alyce cries in pain, holding her back from the impact. Shane closes in, driving a knee to his opponent's back and keeping it there as he cups her chin and pulls backwards. Russo checks for a submission that isn't happening.
Shane pulls Alyce to her feet, whipping her towards the corner, but she reverses it, following in with a handspring back elbow that reels the contender. A snapmare puts Kyle to the mat, Alyce going for a quick cover that garners only a strong two count. Alyce pulls Shane to full mast spinning for a kick, but Shane catches the leg, using the momentum to whip her across the ring. He follows in with a baseball slide that careens her out of the ring and into the barricade.
The ref starts to count, but Alyce doesn't remain alone for long. Shane exits the ring, against the zebra's commands. He pulls her to her feet and rushes for an unscheduled introduction to the ring steps. Before she impacts them, she vaults up and over Shane's head, dropping him with a reverse DDT on the concrete floor. The audience seems to appreciate the match these two are putting out with a "This is awesome" chant.
Jerry Andrews: These two are really taking it to each other.
Alyce slides into the ring long enough to break up the count. She returns to the Game Changer, raining stomps on him like she's trying to put out a grass fire. She collects her quarry from the floor, whipping him into the corner post. Shane collapses to the floor, but he isn't there long. Alyce pulls him upright again, drilling him with a forehead smash to the nose, bloodying his face.
Ace Anderson: The Red Queen!
Alyce tosses Shane into the ring, sliding in behind him as he stands on wobbly feet, holding his schnoz. She drop kicks him in the back, driving him face first into the top turnbuckle. Without hesitation, she leaps onto his back, dropping backwards with a Unicorn Stampede!
1!
2!
THRE-NO!
Jerry Andrews: How the hell did Shane kick out of that one?
Ace Anderson: I dunno, but Alyce is screaming at Russo for a faster count.
As she argues with the ref, Shane comes up behind her, dropping her shoulders to the mat with a schoolboy pin attempt. She kicks out at 2, but she doesn't have time to mount an offense. Shane plows her back to the mat with a Goddess White Sword that nearly turns her inside out. Shane continues the onslaught, delivering a Chain of Memories into a pin attempt. The impact is almost enough to buy the victory, but the relentless woman kicks out at the last possible second. Now it's Shane's turn to get frustrated.
He throws her to the ropes, meeting her on the rebound with a knee to the face. Unrelenting, the contender pulls her half mast, taking her back down with a leg drop bulldog. He follows up by picking her up and bringing her back down to the mat with a sit-out facebuster. He hooks a leg…
1!
2!
THREE-NO!
Alyce just barely manages to get a shoulder up. Shane shakes his head in disbelief as he gets to his feet. He gathers her from the mat, slinging her to the corner, but Alyce bounces off of the second turnbuckle, dropping the God of Game with a tornado DDT. She splays out next to her foe, trying to catch her breath.
Jerry Andrews: Both people are down.
1!
2!
3!
Alyce begins to stir.
4!
5!
Alyce is beginning to get onto her elbows as Shane comes around a bit.
6!
7!
Starchylde is up on her knees. Kyle begins to slowly upright himself as well.
8!
9!
Alyce gets to full standing. Kyle find a reserve of energy to kip up at the last second. Both competitors glower at each other. Shane charges in, Alyce answering his momentum with a superkick. Shane drops like a cut tree as Alyce scampers up the top rope. She steadies herself, leaping into the air for a frog splash.
Ace Anderson: Shane got his knees up!
Jerry Andrews: Good thing she has an extra rib. I think one of hers is broken from that impact.
Ace Anderson: You've got jokes now?
Jerry Andrews: Shane's got her back up. PIECES of EDEN! This one is over!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
Sasha Greene: Your winner of this contest: Kyle Shane!
Jerry Andrews: Shane barely manages to keep his winning streak alive.
Ace Anderson: Hey! A win’s a win. It doesn’t matter how close it was.
Jerry Andrews: I suppose you have a point, and I’m not referring just to the one on your head.
Ace Anderson: Hardy har har. You should be a commodian.
Jerry Andrews: You mean a comedian?
Ace Anderson: No. Your sense of humor is shit.
Shane finishes his celebratory rituals and heads up the ramp to clear the way for the next match.
Jerry Andrews: Now we’re heading into the North American Title match. The challenger Gabriel is going to try and unseat the man who, so far, has yet to be defeated during his reign of defenses, The Madcap Magician himself, Nathan Saniti
Ace Anderson: Gabriel has already been through the wringer successfully defending his Underground battle against Alexa Black. No easy feat. Now he has to double down against Saniti. Talk about a bad day at work.
Sasha Greene: The following match is for the North American Title! The underground title is NOT on the line.
The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play.
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing Two-hundred nineteen pounds, he is the Underground Champion, GABRIEL!
Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.
"There's a world you're living in
No one else has your part
All God's children in the wind
Take it in and blow hard.
Look around it, have you found it
Walking down the avenue?
See what it brings,
could be good things
In the air for you.."
Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and awaits the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
The introductory chimes of "Monster," by Imagine Dragons beckon the entrance of PCW resident Madcap Magician as lime green fog coats the runway from the ring to the entrance. Flanked by Rasputin, Naomi, and Neville, the otherwise normal (for him) looking Nathan Saniti leads the group out from the back, Nathan taking point. He and Neville wave their arms with a flourish, calling to the fog to rise and engulf the lot.
Sasha Greene: From The Land of Balance. He weighs two-hundred pounds and is the North American Champion...NATHAN SANITI!
The lights slowly fade as it thickens as it envelops the Harvesters, suddenly dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared, revealing that the group has vanished! A thunderous bolt of lightning strikes the center of the ring with a blinding flash. And another. After a third bolt hits, the lights go out completely for a second. A column of spotlighted smoke begins to build at the center of the ring, snaking its’ way skyward. Lime green and purple spotlights dance around the smoke as the lights fade on and the smog evaporates, revealing the Harvesters in the center of the ring!
Match Four
North American Title Match
Standard Match
One Fall
If Nathan Saniti uses his hatpins, he loses his title.
North American Title is on the line
Gabriel vs. Nathan Saniti ©
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING DING!
Gabriel has his head wrapped and is less than one-hundred percent, but the time has come for his chance to win his second title. Fueled by rage and wanting to finish what Seromine started, he charges the magician. Who meets him in the center of the ring like two bulls clashing. Saniti gets the opening advantage as he levels strike after strike to the cranial weak spot. Gabriel rolls Nathan over and begins returning the favor with elbow strikes. It’s as if he were trying to break open a coconut. Saniti manages to block one and attempts to sneak an open palm strike. Gabriel turns his head to the side to avoid the impact. He doesn’t, however, account for the bell clap that disorients him. Seeing an opening after both are back to their feet, Saniti joins him over the top rope with a double clothesline. Gabriel hits the floor back first. Nathan lands on his feet, albeit with a quick slip. His reflexes prevent potential disaster.
Jerry Andrews: Cat like reflexes there from the champion.
Ace Anderson: Cheshire Cat, Jerry. No need to thank me for the correction. It’s on the house.
Gabriel is grabbed and ran the length of the ring into both the ring post and steel steps. He clangs off both, tumbling head over heels in the process. Saniti comes around and puts his boot square in his face to keep him down. Nathan turns and uses the stairs as a springboard to land a moonsault. Gabriel is thrown back into the ring as the champion is close behind. A leaping knee drop to Gabriel’s head targets the bandage job. Gabriel immediately covers his injury up, but it matters not. Saniti picks him up and executes snap suplex after snap suplex after snap suplex for what feels like an eternity. Each one clearly working the repaired spinal column of Seromine’s messenger. There are eight in total. Gabriel finds himself whipped hard into the corner as he falls face first from impact. This occurs in each corner. Saniti flashes a cheshire grin as Gabriel is left writhing.
Gabriel is pulled into a short-arm snap powerslam with lightning quick delivery. As Saniti begins pulling him up, Gabriel rams the crown of his head into the abdomen of Nathan, driving the air temporarily out. He gets a knee and hits a second one, this time in the midsection. Nathan doubles and finds himself kneeling. Gabriel carefully gets to a knee of his own as he crashes Saniti’s face into his knee. The force knocks the magician back for a loop. Gabriel is angered. He viciously cranes Nathan’s head and neck under his arm and muscles him into a brainbuster. The landing isn’t pretty, but it’s effective. Gabriel favors his back from the effort, but at least he has control. Following a million dollar knee lift, Gabriel goes for the quick cover.
1.
Not quite there for a two count, but close. Saniti is whipped into the ropes. Gabriel goes the opposite away and catches him sideways with a running clothesline, spinning the North American champion in a 360. Gabriel moves into the corner and waits. He clasps his hands in prayer and closes his eyes. They open at the conclusion of his recital as Saniti is the proud recipient of an elbow smash to his right temple. Saniti again is spun for a loop, staggering into the ropes with disorientation. Gabriel marches right in and chokes him over the top. The referee steps in and administers a five count. Gabe relents at four, but is right back to it, and this time adds a blatant choke after letting go. With Nathan gasping for air, Gabriel unloads with half hatch knee strikes. Off the ropes he goes and right into a tilt a whirl backbreaker!
Both men stagger back up. Gabriel swings with a strike, has it blocked and finds himself going for a ride called the sit-out powerbomb. Again, targeting his back. With the fans fully in his corner, Saniti shakes out the cobwebs, but is still showing signs of linger. Gabriel drags himself to the ropes and through the power of THE LORD ALMIGHTY HIMSELF, wills his body back up. Saniti gives no shits about his so-called savior. Gabriel is waist-locked and sent backwards with a German suplex. Or so Nathan thought. Gabriel lands on his feet and takes Saniti’s right knee out with a chop block. Unsatisfied, he sneaks a second one to the back of Nathan’s left knee. Saniti is placed in a reverse figure four and Gabriel uses the ropes nearest him for additional leverage.
Jerry Andrews: That looks absolutely painful.
Ace Anderson (sarcastically): It’s called a submission for a reason. Call matches much?
Jerry Andrews: At least I didn’t have my career ended!
Ace Anderson: There’s a first time for everything...
Screaming “Sinner!” at the top of his lungs, Gabriel makes sure Nathan feels every ounce of pain he put his lord and savior under. Each time the referee checks to see what’s going on, Gabriel drops his hands off to appear as if he playing by the rules. Sensing he isn’t going to get a victory this way, he relinquishes the submission. Yeah, right. Long enough to drag Nathan out for a sharpshooter! Saniti is dead center and having his back worked on and his knees further shredded as Gabriel sits just below the shoulders for additional leverage. Saniti fights the pain as much as he can, clawing at the canvas. His hand is in the air, but not ready to give. Fans come to his aid by chanting his name. It only gets louder and louder. It also drowns out Gabriel’s command to succumb to the hold.
Frustrated by Nathan’s resilience, this hold as well is vacated. Gabriel storms around the ring, shaking his head and showing signs of composure loss. Saniti has rolled onto his back and begun favoring his knees. Gabriel glares and is upset with himself that he has allowed Nathan the chance to do anything. He goes over to pull him up. Saniti barely has enough to stand. SHAKEN BABY SYNDROME! Saniti sneaks in one of his trademarks out of nowhere, not to full effect, but it’s enough to buy some time as it disorients Gabriel. Saniti hobbles with two limps, but fires off a volley of shots that start at the forehead and work down until it’s piston firing into Gabriel’s midsection like it were a punching bag. Gabriel doubles over and Nathan takes advantage with a double underhook suplex! But collapses under the weight of connecting. He’s close enough to go for a pin!
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KICKOUT.
Saniti grits his teeth and gets back up with Gabriel joining him. He goes for an Irish whip. It’s reversed. Saniti somehow manages to make the exchange without completely collapsing. Corkscrew elbow to the face! Gabriel is fast on his feet, either out of instinct or adrenaline. Flying leg lariat! This time Nathan favors his knees, in particular the right, but waves off the referee. He pulls Gabriel up and goes for another Irish whip. It’s reversed into a drop toe hold and followed through into a single leg crab! Saniti presses himself onto the toes of his left foot. Gabriel crashes his weight down across his lower back and turns things into an STF! He pulls back. Saniti fights with all he has. Gabriel finds himself rolled over and on the wrong side of a pin.
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NO! Gabriel gets his shoulder off the mat just in time. He gets the dominant position and returns to the STF, but decides not to continue on that path. Gabriel front face locks him and goes for BELIEVE! Saniti hits the brakes on that. Backstabber...into Cheshire Grin! Saniti has surprised everyone with his submission finisher. Gabriel’s mouth is fishhooked as his body is trapped in a camel clutch. He now has to find a way out this mess. Fans are on their feet, sensing the end may be near for Seromine’s devotee. But it’s all for not. Gabriel rolls Nathan into a pin this time and leans his weight back to make sure Nathan’s shoulders are down.
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NO! NO! NOT SO FAST! Nathan is forced to kick out of this and in doing so, loses the hold. Fans applaud and have yet to sit back down in their seats. Both men are hurting, but are back up. Saniti eats a sharp knee lift to his midsection. Gabriel spins around, headlocks him...Word of the Lord!
OR NOT!
Nathan is unwilling to have his head spiked like poor Alexa did earlier in the night. He blocks this with a back suplex. Gabriel rolls himself out of the ring holding his neck. Saniti takes his time getting up, but once he does he scores with a sudden baseball slide to knock Gabriel down with. Saniti rolls out and collects the challenger. Gabriel is put back inside with Saniti following. The two men find themselves in the corner. Gabriel loses the battle and is propped up to a seated position up top. Nathan carefully steps to the middle ropes. He wobbles momentarily. Gabriel eats forearm to keep him disoriented. Saniti looks out to the sea of fans chanting his name. He quickly steps onto the top rope…
Hurricanr---HOLY SHIT!
It looks like Nathan’s right foot slipped on the rope as he went to complete things. His left leg hooks around Gabriel, but the fall is disastrous for the North American Champion. Saniti’s head and neck is compromised in a disgusting landing, and further exacerbated by Gabriel’s weight landing on top of him. The loud cheers quickly fall eerily silent. Gabriel peels himself off a barely moving Nathan Saniti as the referee quickly checks on his condition. He looks prepared to throw the infamous “X” but Gabriel will have none of that. He came in with a mission and he intends on seeing it through.
CRUCIFIED!
The submission finisher of choice for Gabriel is a bridging double chickenwing. The referee catches a faint glimpse of Saniti’s fingers tapping out and the ref wastes little time in calling for the bell. Gabriel relinquishes the hold as Neil Young’s “There’s A World” ushers in the title change.
DING DING DING!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner by submission and NEW North American Champion, Gabriel!
Gabriel sits on his knees, exhausted, hurt and overcome with emotion as he is handed his second ever title. He puts it down in front of him and claps his hands in prayer. “Praise Seromine! Praise the Lord!” is picked up as Gabriel throws the title over his shoulder. He takes a second to look at the rush of PCW medics as they attend to the fallen Nathan Saniti. The new champion scoffs and rolls out of the ring. He heads to the locker room victorious.
Sirens fill the arena with a sense of loss for the faithful. There are concerned looks on everyone’s faces. Some have tears in their eyes as Nathan Saniti continues to be checked on. EMT’s rush down a stretcher and go through the process of safely securing him onto it. Special attention is especially given to his neck. The whole team takes their time in transferring Saniti from the ring over to the awaiting ambulance. A standing ovation is given. Chants of “NATHAN! NATHAN! NATHAN!” start.
Jerry Andrews: We have to go to commercial break, folks, but we’ll keep you updated on Nathan Saniti’s condition as soon as we know something.
Ace Anderson: Man. Seeing that happen to someone else makes my neck have sympathy pains. I know exactly what that feels like.
Jerry Andrews: We’re back from our final commercial break and it's time for our main event!
Ace Anderson: Grimm versus Whitey Ford, Part Two. The way these two go at each other, this could bounce back and forth forever.
Jerry Andrews: Will the challenger Grimm capture the World title for an unprecedented seventh time, or will the Asshole finally knock Grimm out of the title hunt for a little while?
Ace Anderson: Personally, I hope Grimm puts Whitey on the disabled list, but that's just me.
Jerry Andrews: At least you're hardly bitter.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Pure Class Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing in at 217 pounds, GRIMM!
Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.
Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.
He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, dead-set on the ring and ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.
Go back to sleep.
Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto 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, coming from Leeds, Maine and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Pure Class Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, "The Asshole" Whitey Ford!
Within a split second's time and without warning, strobe lights cascade the fans and the arena while the heavy guitar riffs build up for "Determined" by Mudvayne. Once the lyrics kick in and the music roars louder, the arena is left dark as a crimson spotlight focuses on the center of the stage, just as a massive pyrotechnic spark erupts on either side of the curtain. Whitey Ford walks out with a purpose, holding the PCW World Championship over his head with pride. He surveys the crowd from the top of the ramp, nodding at their mixed reaction towards him even after his change of heart. In the end of it all, it makes him smile, and the title is dropped to his side. Dragging the gold belt down the entrance ramp, Whitey tosses it inside of the ring before rolling in himself. He stands in the center, raising the title once more over his head with one arm.
Whitey mouths off to the Hangtown Horror, practically shoving the belt in his face and telling him that will be as close as he'll ever get to that belt again as long as he holds it. Grimm purses his lips, nodding. Whitey starts to turn to the ref to give up the gold when the proud Kentuckian wallops him across the head with a stiff forearm. Lane calls for the match to begin.
DING DING!
Main Event
World Title Match
Standard Match
One Fall
Grimm vs. “The Asshole” Whitey Ford
Referee: Ed Lane
Both men don't even wait for the bell before they begin trading punches. Rights and lefts, haymakers and hooks fly as both men vie for some advantage. The ref tries to break up the slugfest by intervening, but they continue to smash knuckles into each other without regard.
Jerry Andrews: No love lost between these two, for sure.
Ace Anderson: Captain Obvious, table for one!
Finally, Grimm drives Ford back to the ropes, drills him one last time, and launches him at the opposite side, greeting the champ with a back body drop. Ford hits the mat on his tailbone, yelling in pain. Grimm pulls Whitey to his feet, driving a knee into his midsection and placing the champ's head under his arm He tries for a DDT, but the attempt gets blocked by Ford. After a third try, Ford reverses it into a back body drop of his own.
Whitey rushes the ropes, dropping a fist to Grimm's noggin on the rebound. He pulls the Hangtown Horror to sitting, snapping him over the shoulder and wrenching back with a knee to the back and a chin lock. He stands up, booting Grimm to the back of the head. Phinehas cricks his neck, slowly getting to his feet with daggers in his eyes. Whitey taunts him as he stands, standing ready for whatever the Lord of Misrule can throw at him. Grimm shrugs the pain off, rushing forward. The two lock up in the middle of the ring. Whitey uses his slight weight advantage to jockey the challenger to the corner.
The ref tries to get the men to break up cleanly, but Whitey rakes Grimm's eyes, and the former champ answers in kind. Then the fists fly once again. Grimm throws a haymaker right that Whitey ducks under and hits an atomic drop that sends Grimm across the ring. Just as Dillinger turns around, he's met with a nasty clothesline that spins him on a vertical axis he didn't know he had. Whitey wastes no time, pulling his foe up and back down with a snap German suplex.
Jerry Andrews: Ford floats over for a pin.
Ace Anderson: Nope. Waaaaay too early to put a star like Grimm to the mat for three.
Ford bends down to gather Grimm from the mat, but the Abomination of Desolation locks the champion's arm in an armbar submission move out of nowhere. Whitey yowls in surprise, struggling to free himself from the clutches of his nemesis. The zebra checks to see if Ford wants to call it quits, by the New Englander gets a foot over the ropes, which leads to the ref calling for the hold to be broken. Grimm holds the move, plying as much pressure as he can until the count of four before releasing. Grimm rolls backwards and onto his feet as Whitey shakes the cobwebs out of his left arm.
The men circle the ring to find a good angle, Whitey still trying to get the feeling back in his arms. Grimm fakes an approach, causing Whitey to jump back defensively. He does it again, gaining a lessened reaction. Grimm charges full-on this time, but Whitey executes a drop toe hold that hangs the former champ on the bottom rope. Whitey applies his foot to the back of his foe's neck. The ref admonishes him, calling for a break. Whitey obliges, running to the ropes on the opposite side and back sliding out of the ring on top of Grimm and under the second rope. He spins quickly white washing the Hangtown Horror's face with slaps. He pulls down on Grimm's head, choking him against the ropes as the ref makes a count all the way to four before he releases. The zebra climbs out of the ring to personally deliver his disapproval. He gets up in Ford's face, waggling his finger, but Whitey just smirks and walks away.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is out of the ring. Whitey doesn't see him.
Ace Anderson: MOVE REF!
The Lord of Misrule charges forward blindly, spearing both men into the barricade. With both the champ and the ref down, Grimm reaches under the ring, producing his favorite utensil: a shovel. He waits patiently for Whitey to come to and stand away from the crowd before taking a wide swing for the fences... that clangs against the ring post jarringly, causing him to let go of the weapon. It lands across the steps. Whitey kicks the handle in two, and then returns his attention to the assailant. Both men begin drumming each other with punches. Grimm finally begins to win out on the fisticuffs, snatching Ford's arm and whipping him into the ring post.
There's no hesitation as Grimm grabs the arm he worked over before and drives it into the post. He pulls Whitey around the corner, whipping him to the next post, but Ford reverses it, bringing Dillinger into face first contact with the unforgiving steel. Grimm collapses in a heap, but the Asshole doesn't give him much quarter, pulling him to standing quickly. He doubles the challenger over with a kick and ushers him to the ring steps with a thunderous clang of metal, the top tier flying off from the impact.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is busted open!
Ace Anderson: Uh oh. They're coming this way! Defensive positions!
Whitey leads his nemesis to the announce table, bouncing his head off of the table like a basketball. He drives another boot to the Hangtown Horror's midsection, placing his head between his legs for a powerbomb onto the table. Whitey tries to pull off the move, but the Lord of Misrule blocks the attempt, reversing it with a body drop instead. Whitey laid out on the prop, Grimm climbs aboard too. He grabs Whitey by the legs, lifts up and back down.
CRACK! CRASH!
Ace Anderson: Foddershock through the table!
Jerry Andrews: Just once, I'd like to survive a pay-per-view with our booth intact.
The audience is getting behind the action with a "Holy shit!" chant. Lane finally begins to come around, barely stirring for now. Grimm and Whitey are both down from the spill, but Ford took the brunt of the damage. Grimm is only slightly faster on the recovery, his face quickly becoming a crimson mask from the gash in his forehead from the close encounter with the post earlier. He rolls over to his side and pushes himself upright to sitting. Whitey stirs a bit, but Grimm punches him back into submission. The ref finally gets back up, instinctively getting back into the ring, still shaking off the effects of the collision. The zebra weakly begins to count both men out of the ring.
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Grimm stands up, pulling Whitey up and leading him back into the ring, breaking the count. Grimm slides in behind bringing Whitey to his feet with him as he gets in the ring. He claps Whitey's ears, and then delivers a Dead Reckoning to the bridge of Whitey's nose, a crimson spray bursting forth. Whitey rocks back, holding his proboscis gingerly. A grimace of anger crosses his face. He charges at Grimm...
Ace Anderson: Rehab Spear!
Whitey mounts the Hangtown Horror, punishing him with clobbering fists in a rage. Grimm tosses up his arms to block most of the blows. Finally having had enough, he rolls over, returning the favor. Whitey takes the beating for a bit before finally bucking his foe off like a mechanical bull. Both men shoot to their feet and trade fists a bit more, all while the ref tries unsuccessfully to remind them that this isn't a boxing match.
Jerry Andrews: These two are going to kill each other.
Ace Anderson: I'm oddly good with that. Can we have another table set up please?
Grimm launches at the ropes and collides with Whitey, hitting a shoulder block. He pulls Ford up and rails him to the corner, driving a foot to the gut repeatedly. He yanks the champ out of the corner, wrapping his arm around for a Lament Configuration. Both men now on the mat, Grimm pulls back on the pressure. Lane checks Whitey. He drops the arm once. Twice. Thre-NO! The third drop stops just short of a full swing. Whitey begins shaking to get the crowd behind him as he fights to sit up and relieve the pressure.
He battles to his feet, drumming Grimm in the ribs with elbow after elbow, finally breaking the grip. Whitey rushes the ropes, bouncing off of the second for a cross body block on the Abomination of Desolation. He hooks the leg, but only gets a two count. Not wasting time, Ford tosses Grimm at the ropes, swinging wide with a clothesline that whiffs past. Grimm duck under a second one on the recoil. Ford takes a different tack when Grimm returns, doubling him over with a boot.
Jerry Andrews: Hangover from Hell!
Ford hits a snap German suplex, floating over for another pin attempt, but only gets a short two count. He pounds the mat in frustration, yelling at the ref, "Pull your head out of your ass, Lane!" Ford continues the onslaught with chops that herd the challenger to the corner. Ford draws back for one more good knife-edge chop, but Grimm's foot doubles him over. Grimm latches Ford into a headlock, kicking off of the corner.
Ace Anderson: Harvest! Grimm hits a Harvest!
Jerry Andrews: There's the cover!
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THRE-NO!
Ace Anderson: Good god! How did Ford kick out of that?
Both men lay on the mat, spent. The zebra begins to count both men out.
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Grimm stirs fairly quickly.
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Ford begins to come around himself.
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Grimm sit upright. Ford echoes him. Both men turn to each other, throwing hands once again, but with not much gas in their tanks, the blows are jarring at best. They stand up, walloping each other, neither man standing on a stable base, their strikes looking more like wet noodles than fists. Tired of the arms being thrown, Grimm uses a foot. DDT! Ford is spread out on the canvas as the Hangtown Horror scales the corner.
Ace Anderson: What's Grimm up to?
Jerry Andrews: Looks like Ford's not waiting to find out. He's got him in the backtoss piledriver!
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THREE-NO!
Ford rests his head on Grimm's chest, shaking it in agitation. He pulls Grimm to his feet, neither man moving too quickly. Ford starts to toss his foe to the ropes, but Grimm reverses it. A clothesline misses its mark, whitey thinking fast and turning it into a neckbreaker. He spins the Hangtown Horror onto his back and locks in a deep guillotine choke, wrapping his legs around Grimm's torso. Lane makes sure the hold is legal. He finally begins asking Grimm if he wants to give up. The Lord of Misrule denies the ref the honors, but he begins fading fast. The official checks the arm. It falls once. Twice. He lifts it a third time, but it stays in place.
Grimm finds a burst of energy, slowly pulling himself up and bringing a straining Whitey along with him. He drops to his back, which immediately causes Ford to release the hold. Slowly, like a cone snail stalking a sleeping fish, Grimm wraps Whitey up in the Winding Stair. Whitey begins to yowl, panic setting in as he thrashes to gain freedom. Just like Grimm only a few moments earlier, Whitey begins to lose consciousness. The ref checks the champ, his arm falling hard the first time, as well as the second. The third time it falls right onto the bottom rope. Lane has no choice but to call for the hold to be broken.
Grimm slowly pulls Whitey to his feet, draping his head under his arm and setting up for another Harvest. He starts to tornado around, but Ford sloughs his grip before the payoff. Grimm charges forward, but Whitey drops him with a toehold. The champ flips Grimm over onto his back and charges the ropes, connecting with a diving senton. Whitey hooks the leg!
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THRE-NO!
Whitey pulls Grimm to standing, heaving his opponent onto his shoulders, connecting with another back toss piledriver. It takes a couple of seconds before Whitey can muster the energy to crawl over for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Sasha Greene: Your winner ans STILL Pure Class Wrestling World Champion: "The Asshole" Whitey Ford!
Jerry Andrews: This one is finally over! Ford retains!
Ace Anderson: Both men put up one helluva fight, but the Asshole gets to keep his belt for just a bit longer.
Jerry Andrews: This has been one monumental Return to Glory! Whitey kept his gold, and going into the next Trauma will see a double champion Gabriel!
Ace Anderson: Man, that spill Saniti took during that match was brutal. Stay tuned to our website for updates on his condition. So far, no one has heard anything.
Jerry Andrews: We hope you will all join us for the next Trauma. We should have updates on everything by then. I don't know about you, Ace, but I'm ready to head out of here and celebrate another fantastic PPV!
Ace Anderson: I'm with you on that. For Jerry Andrews, I'm Ace Anderson. Good night, folks!
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