Trauma 218 Results

[Rick Majors]

Thursday September 14, 2017

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, the crowd is HOT and we are ready for the most exciting program in all of wrestling: Pure Class Wrestling Trauma! I’m Jerry Andrews and, as always, I’m joined by my broadcast colleague Ace Anderson.

Ace Anderson: Hello everyone and, wow, what a show we have for you tonight! The Underground Title Round Robin Tournament begins with four hungry competitors looking to get an edge on the competition and get one step closer to championship glory! And that isn’t all.

Jerry Andrews: No, of course it isn’t. We also have the reigning Icemann Invitational Tournament winner, and potential number one contender for the World Championship, Kyle Shane in action against the debuting Warden West!

Ace Anderson: I’m looking forward to that one for sure, but what I’m really waiting for is our main event. Champions versus Champion, North American Champ against the World Champ, Gabriel faces Whitey Ford one-on-one in a non-title match!

Jerry Andrews: It’s going to be a tremendous show and let’s get things started right away with our first match!

"The following is the opening match of the Underground Round Robin Tournament! Introducing first, accompanied by Mortimer, 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 rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. 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. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.

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. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.

Jerry Andrews: Look at the size, the ferocity, the intensity written on the face of Dominator. Horatio Mortimer has himself a world beater here.

Ace Anderson: Well, Dominator is part of a field of competitors and he is going to try to impress us all by taking them all out.

Jerry Andrews: I think that he's shown us what he can do very distinctly.

"And his opponent, he weighs in at 195 lbs... HIGH TIDE!!"

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: Always a crowd favorite, High Tide's privateering ways always have him on a quest for golden plunder.

Ace Anderson: Filed under, or, how many pirate puns can we pack into this segment, five bucks says we hit our quota.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide has been experiencing a career high water mark as of late.

Ace Anderson: ... I'm counting that as one.

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
Dominator vs High Tide
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: The rules of this round robin tournament are simple: All four competitors face each other once. Whoever wins the most matches is Underground champion.

Ace Anderson: Every win counts and you don't want to find yourself fighting from behind, so a win in the opening match could be huge.

High Tide circles Dominator, who doesn't look like he's into playing games. High Tide taunts Dominator, but Dominator forces the lock up. The two grapple for a second, with Dominator getting the better of High Tide due to his strength advantage. High Tide tries to break away but Dominator is much stronger. High Tide continues to try to break the lock up so Dominator tosses him down to the mat. High Tide scrambles up but gets hit with a hard clothesline from Dominator. Dominator calls for High Tide to get up, High Tide does but Dominator whips him into the ropes. Dominator goes off the opposite ropes and hits a running big boot into the rebounding High Tide. Dominator picks him up and whips High Tide, only to hold onto the arm and bring High Tide into a short arm belly to belly suplex. High Tide hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring ... the crowd pops.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide's got some work to do to overcome the power advantage of Dominator.

High Tide walks on the outside of the ring as Dominator calls for him to get back in. High Tide holds his head and grabs a rope. Dominator reaches down and grabs High Tide's hair, forcing High Tide to get onto the apron. Dominator grabs High Tide's shoulders and powers him back into the ring. Dominator drags High Tide to the center of the ring and covers, but High Tide immediately kicks out. Dominator gets to his feet quickly. He goes to lift High Tide up but High Tide surprises him with a quick small package.

The ref: One... Kickout.

Both men get to their feet. Dominator begins firing right hands at High Tide, and High Tide retaliates with a few of his own. Dominator begins to get the better of High Tide and he grabs High Tide's arm and whips him into the corner. The Big Tymer runs for a spear, however at the last second High Tide dodges and Dominator flies through the turnbuckle ramming his shoulder into the ring post. Dominator staggers out as High Tide pulls himself up behind him. High Tide grabs Dominator's head and runs him to the mat with a bulldog. Both men are down, and then High Tide gets to his feet. He drives a few knees into Dominator's back, then wrenches on Dominator's head with a rear chinlock. High Tide keeps his weight down onto the mat to control Dominator. Dominator struggles in the hold, and tries to pull himself up. Slowly, he works his way to his knees, then to his feet, and he drives an elbow into High Tide's gut, then another, and another. Dominator runs off the ropes, looking for a clothesline but High Tide cuts him off with a well placed knee to the midsection. High Tide then applies a Mexican surfboard submission.

Jerry Andrews: Interesting strategy by High Tide, it could be said he's trying to hurt Dominator in a way that humiliates the outspoken Lord of Time.

Ace Anderson: Or maybe because it's good wrestling strategy, maybe?

Jerry Andrews: What do you know about wrestling strategy?

Ace Anderson: Oh, you know, I read a few things on wikipedia and - I was in the ring for almost a decade, you idiot.

Jerry Andrews: Wow, rude.

High Tide leans back on the hold, but finally his shoulders are pinned back to the mat as he keeps the hold on. Referee the referee starts to count the pin.

The ref: One... (High Tide breaks it up, giving the referee a glance.)

Dominator gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. High Tide clubs him over the back quickly and tries to lift him up for a vertical suplex, but Dominator blocks with his leg and takes High Tide down with a vertical suplex of his own. High Tide rolls to the ropes. Dominator grabs at High Tide's leg and pulls him to the center of the ring. High Tide kicks at Dominator a few times but finally gets a lucky one right to the face. Dominator falters and High Tide jumps up. High Tide whips Dominator into the turnbuckle. High Tide gets a running start and hits a splash in the corner. Dominator stumbles around and High Tide throws a few punches into Dominators head. Dominator falls to a knee and High Tide hits the ropes and hits a million dollar knee lift to the side of Dominator's head. Dominator pulls himself to his knees, and High Tide then maneuvers behind Dominator, and takes Dominator down with a inverted facelock backbreaker that he holds on to for a nasty looking dragon sleeper.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide has, so far, taken Dominator to school.

Ace Anderson: Interestling, he hasn't chosen to use weapons yet, maybe because putting a steel chair in the reach of a muscled juggernaut like Dominator is bad news bears.

Jerry Andrews: It could be that he figures any port in a storm.

Ace Anderson: I ... Goddammit, that's two. Two puns. I make the puns. Me. That's Anderson territory, muchacho.

High Tide tightens his grip as Dominator is flailing his arms. High Tide frees a hand to club Dominator's exposed chest, and he pulls down harder. Dominator looks like he's starting to fade. the referee asks if he gives up, but Dominator refuses. Finally, Dominator flings his free elbow into High Tide's temple once, twice, three times, as he begins pulling himself up. As he gets to his knees, then to his feet, and High Tide's grip is loosened, Dominator twists around while still in the facelock and takes High Tide down with a release Northern lights suplex. Dominator falls back to the mat, resting and catching his breath. The referee checks on both men. High Tide gets to his feet, as does Dominator. High Tide stumbles around, and he turns right into a boot to the gut from Dominator, who lifts High Tide up and drops him with a gutwrench into a shoulder backbreaker. Then, Dominator grabs High Tide and locks him in a painful-looking single leg Boston crab.

Jerry Andrews: Interesting, it seems that Dominator is amenable to the strategy of breaking his opponent's limbs with technical skill.

Ace Anderson: If you use that any port in a storm line again, I'll -

Jerry Andrews: No, no, once was enough.

High Tide is able to turn his body, inch by painful inch and twist around so that he grabs at Dominator's leg, pulling him off balance and kicking at him. Dominator loosens the hold, and High Tide kicks him off. Dominator turns around, and he goes to lift High Tide up, but the wily pirate gives him a jawbreaker. Dominator stumbles back, holding his mouth. High Tide runs off the ropes, and hits a bulldog. High Tide quickly gets to his feet, backs up to the ropes and runs off, hitting a jumping knee drop across the forehead of Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd may not like Dominator's attitude, they may even downright hate the man, but one has to wonder if both of these gladiators aren't going to go over the line in their actions tonight.

Ace Anderson: Ain't no white hats or black hats in this one, friend, this is all about making a statement by being the first one in Round Robin to get a point and lead the field.

High Tide lifts Dominator up and gives him a few right hands, backing Dominator to the ropes. He whips Dominator off the ropes and on the return he takes him down with a back body drop. Dominator gets to his feet, and High Tide nearly rips his head off with a clothesline. Dominator gets back to his feet, but High Tide walks him over to the corner and bounces his head off the turnbuckle. Dominator lays across the top rope, trying desperately to get his wind, but High Tide then fires away at Dominator with back elbows, then right hands, taking Dominator down to a sitting position. High Tide lays more stomps to the midsection. Then he turns away, as he holds a fist up to the crowd, drawing a pop of recognition from the crowd, and High Tide backs up halfway across the ring, and then comes in for a running corner knee strike which connects solidly, smashing right into Dominator like shit through a canebreak. High Tide walks over and retrieves his spy glass as Dominator slowly starts pulling himself up on the ropes. As Dominator turns, High Tide comes in for a smack Dominator over the head with the metal tube, but Dominator drops down and rolls out of the way to the outside, drawing boo's from the crowd, as High Tide's spy glass hits the top rope. High Tide, outraged, yells for Dominator to get back in there. Finally fed up, he climbs to the outside after Dominator, who backs up, and then takes off around the ring. High Tide gives chase, around a corner, over the steps, and Dominator quickly rolls back in the ring on the other side. High Tide follows Dominator in the ring, but as soon as he climbs in Dominator axehandles him over the back of the head. Dominator follows it up with a knee strike to the cheek, and a short DDT. Dominator starts laying the boots to High Tide. He lifts High Tide up, and starts dirivng some knees into his face as he clubs him over the back, knocking High Tide down to one knee. He bends over, giving High Tide some choice words as he slaps him over the head. High Tide grabs Dominator, but Dominator violently rakes his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Blatant rake to the eyes!

Ace Anderson: Underground rules, it was about time they started mixing it up.

Dominator grabs a blinded High Tide by the hair and the back of the pants and dumps him outside the ring, climbing out himself. Dominator climbs over the guardrail and pulls High Tide out so that he is hanging half over the guardrail into the aisle. Dominator runs forward and elbows High Tide across the back of the head while he's in the prone position. Then Dominator grips High Tide in a facelock and hits a spike DDT off the guardrail onto the floor! High Tide is standing straight on his head like an exclamation point for a second... then he crumbles. Dominator laughs and pulls himself up using the guardrail, taking a moment to mock some fans at ringside and ask if they're cheering for this son of a bitch. Dominator hunts around under the apron, taking his time, but is trying to find a weapon he can use. As he does so, High Tide slides his hand under the ring apron himself, and seems to grip something. Dom comes back over to High Tide, holding a kendo stick in his hand, and he goes to lift High Tide up, but High Tide brings out what he had in his hands from underneath the ring; a fire extinguisher, and he sprays the Zenith in the face with a cloud from the fire extinguisher! Dominator shouts in pain and stumbles back, holding his face. High Tide then retrieves a kendo stick from inside of a steel trash can and smacks it over Dominator's face. He cracks Dominator over the back with it. Dominator arches his back in pain. High Tide throws the kendo stick down onto the concrete floor, and then as Dominator gets up to his feet High Tide takes him down with a drop toehold. High Tide goes hunting through the trash can that was holding kendo sticks, and he pulls out a crutch. He holds it up for a second, and then as Dominator gets up High Tide cracks Dominator across the stomach with the leg of the crutch, doubling Dominator over. High Tide wraps Dominator's throat with the crutch and drives him backfirst into the side of the guardrail with a Russian legsweep of his own! The loud cracking sound echoes throughout the arena, and then High Tide finally is able to roll Dominator into the ring for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: Now they're starting to break out the toys that have been left out for this match.

The ref: One...



Two... Kickout.

Dominator rolls to the outside to escape more punishment and get his bearings. High Tide follows him. High Tide pulls Dominator up to a seated position and begins giving mounted punches to the forehead. He lifts Dominator up by the hair and pulls him up, throwing him with force so that his gut impacts with the edge of the guardrail. High Tide goes hunting around under the apron, coming out with a steel chair. Dominator turns around, and High Tide tosses him the chair. High Tide charges Dominator, looking to big boot the chair into Dominator's face, but Dominator ducks out of the way. High Tide turns around, and Dominator tosses the chair back to him. Suddenly, Dominator spears High Tide, and the impact smashes the chair back into High Tide's face. Now it is Dominator who throws a limp High Tide in there before making a cover.

The ref: One....



Two... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: This match started as a war of attrition to slow each other down, but it's becoming a car wreck very quicky.

Dominator walks back over and Horatio Mortimer slides in the chair. As he does, Dominator goes to the apron. He pulls out a hockey stick and slides that into the ring, and then he picks up a trashcan lid and slides it in. He picks out a toaster,and tilts his head, mouthing "What the fuck?" but then shrugs and tosses it in the ring. He climbs in the ring. As he climbs in, High Tide begins getting to his feet. Dominator gives him a big right hand, knocking him back into the corner. Dominator begins stomping High Tide viciously down into the corner, and High Tide slumps in a seated position. Dominator begins pounding on High Tide's forehead with mounted right hands. He picks up the trashcan lid and smacks it over High Tide's head with force. He backs up, picks up the steel chair and walks back into the corner. He wedges the chair into the corner between the ropes in front of High Tide's face, and then he paces out to the middle of the ring, then he runs in with a delayed dropkick right into the face, smashing it into High Tide! The crowd pops at the big man's athleticism. Amid the dented steel, High Tide lays, his eyes open wide and glazed... Dominator lifts him up, and walks him over to where he slid the toaster. He gives High Tide a faceplant onto the side of the toaster, denting it. Dominator lifts High Tide up, wrapping his arms around him and giving him an overhead belly to belly suplex. High Tide gets to his feet, holding his lower back, and as he gets up Dominator cracks him in the gut with the hockey stick. High Tide is doubled over, holding his gut, and then Dominator brings the hockey stick down across his back, hard enough to break the hockey stick! High Tide arches his back and yells in pain, sinking down to his knees. High Tide gets up, holding his back, and Dominator gives him a right hand, knocking him against the ropes. Dominator positions High Tide under the middle rope, then pulls him up as he grips back on his chin, and he digs his knee into High Tide's back in the process, exerting a lot of pressure on High Tide's back as he pulls High Tide across the top and middle rope. The crowd is starting to gather with "High Tide" chants. Dominator looks around with frustration and screams "SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!"

Jerry Andrews: The pressure is starting to build between these men, we've already seen them break out some of their strongest weapons to lay waste to each other.

Dominator, finally, says fuck this, when he sees the choke isn't getting anywhere. High Tide screams in pain. Dominator pulls High Tide down against the steel post as he climbs out, and he grabs on of High Tide's arms and one of High Tide's legs, positioning High Tide back first against the post. Dominator pulls back with all his considerable might, and High Tide begins screaming loudly in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is wearing High Tide's back down piece by piece.

Ace Anderson: I've got to say, both of these men know each other so well, they've had to get creative in ways to totally fuck each other up.

High Tide is released and he rolls back into the middle of the ring, holding onto his back. Dominator paces over to the steel steps and begins taking them apart piece by piece, and throwing them into the ring. He climbs inside and picks up a section of steel steps. High Tide begins getting to one knee. Dominator runs forward and slams the steel steps into High Tide, with a resounding noise of metal meeting his skull, taking him down. The crowd responds with an "Ooooh!" at the impact. Dominator throws the steps away from him with an angry shout, and then he goes for a cover.

The referee: One...



Two...



Thre - Kickout!!

Dominator slams his hands on the mat in outrage, and he gets to his feet, angrily stalking the referee. Horatio Mortimer starts pleading with Dominic to stay calm, but Dominator starts going red in the face. Also red in the face is High Tide, who has a busted open cut on his forehead from the impact with the steel. Dominator applies a front facelock, tightening the hold. High Tide flails his arms, trying to get Dominator off of him, but to no avail. The referee asks if he gives up, but High Tide shakes his finger no. High Tide pushes himself up, and begins punching Dominator repeatedly in the stomach. Finally, Dominator releases one arm so he can give High Tide a stiff club to the back. High Tide sinks to one knee, and Dominator reapplies the facelock. Finally, High Tide is able to push himself up, elbowing Dominator in the gut repeatedly, and then he gives Dominator a swinging neckbreaker. High Tide rests for a second, then he gets to his feet. He boots Dominator several times, then he runs and hits a flipping neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Although Dominator has the size differential here, you have to admit that High Tide has given him just as much hard hitting offense, we are seeing the sweat fly with the impact of some of these blows.

High Tide boots Dominator down, and he picks Dominator's head up and lays it across the middle rope, as he pulls back on the top with a knee in Dominator's back, choking him out with a lot of force. The referee tells him to cut it out, and High Tide breaks it off... then he goes right back and begins choking him again. Dominator flails his arms as his face starts turning red. High Tide pulls Dominator to the middle of the ring and applies a headlock. Dominator starts fighting his way back to his feet, and he begins elbowing his way free. Suddenly, High Tide breaks the hold and begins clubbing him in the back of the head, then he reapplies the headlock. Dominator's arms flail, the referee asks if he gives up. Dominator says no, but he's slowly starting to fade. The ref holds his hand up once... twice... on the third time, Dominator's hand stays in the air. Dominator slowly starts fighting his way to his feet, as High Tide looks down and screams "No!" Dominator begins flinging elbows back, trying to fight his way clear, and then he turns around and gives High Tide a few right hands, making High Tide stagger back. Dominator catches his breath for a second, and then he backs up to the ropes and charges at High Tide, but High Tide catches him and takes him down with a drop toehold. High Tide immediately goes back to the headlock. Dominator screams, and his face is starting to turn red. He reaches for the ropes, but he can't get them. He lets out a yell of effort as he pulls himself up to his knees with High Tide on his back, then, with High Tide still hanging on his back, he gets to his feet and runs forward at top speed, then he squashes High Tide in the corner. High Tide loosens his grip, and Dominator gives him a few back elbows. He gives High Tide a right hand, then another, then finally he gives him a big right that makes High Tide drop limply into the corner. Dominator pulls High Tide out and hits a backbreaker, then he rests. Dominator pulls High Tide up and he whips him to the ropes, ducking his head and looking for a back body drop. High Tide scouts it and kicks Dominator in the face just before he gets to him. Dominator stumbles back, and High Tide runs off the opposite ropes. As High Tide reaches Dominator this time, he's flattened by a massive powerslam. Dominator pulls his opponent back up and ca-rushes him with the move he may be named after, the dominator. Dominator hooks the leg...

Jerry Andrews: The Namesake connects!

Ace Anderson: This salty dog has been thoroughly abused.

The referee and the crowd: One...



Two...



Three - Kickout!

Dominator, sneering, goes to lift High Tide up, but High Tide grips the toaster that was in the ring earlier. High Tide, in exaggerated, comedically timed slow motion, drives his arm and the toaster up and into the crotch of Dominator, savaging his jewels with a toaster-assisted Yo-Ho Blow!! Dominator's eyes shoot open wide in agony, and he doubles over, coughing and holding his groin.

Ace Anderson: Dare I say, yargh?

Dominator stumbles backwards, and turns his back on High Tide, and then High Tide raises an arm to the crowd and gives a piratical roar and laugh. He runs to the ropes and when a pained Dominator turns around, he nails a sling blade neckbreaker off the ropes. Then, High Tide goes up top and holds a finger in the sky, coming down with a cannonball frog splash. High Tide connects with enough impact to roll around on the mat, holding his ribs. Then, he scoots back and lays across Dominator for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: One...



Two...



Three - Kickout!

High Tide arches his back in pain, rolling and contorting on the ground for a second, but then he grits his teeth roughly and recovers. The former Free Booter rolls out of the ring and grabs the steel trash can, heaving it into the ring and spilling it's remaining contents. High Tide pulls himself into the ring. Dominator starts picking himself up, and as he gets up High Tide gives him a back suplex onto the metal trash can, denting it's sides in and making Dominator yell in agony as he's laid out among the ruins. High Tide paces around, trying to shake the cobwebs out. He kicks a string of weapons out of the way, but picks up one of the discarded weapons, a cookie sheet, and he lifts it up in the air, turning it this way and that, before he looks at Dominator. Dominator is wounded, holding his midsection, and breathing heavily. Horatio Mortimer is apopleptic, telling Dom to get out of the way at ringside. High Tide swings the cookie sheet with enough force to echo throughout the arena, and Dominator falls back, already bleeding pretty badly. High Tide sympathetically wipes the blood from his own brow, but Dominator has a nasty gash. High Tide raises the bent cookie sheet in the air, to a roar of approval from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: What more can either of these men do, they've given it everything in the tank.

Ace Anderson: You always ask me that, and as ever, especially in this situation, I have no clue. This match has gone off the rails. It's a war!

High Tide waits for Dominator to start getting up, and he hits him with a front dropkick. Dominator is thrown back, and High Tide measures him when he gets up, and starts running towards him, catching his head and beginning a rotation for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, however, Dominator is able to catch him, halt his momentum and pull him back out, countering into a lifting reverse STO that smashes High Tide into the mat.

Jerry Andrews: THE ANACHRONISM!! DOMINATOR JUST COUNTERED HIGH TIDE'S FINISHER INTO THE ANACHRONISM!

Ace Anderson: That was a scary amount of power from the big man, there's no way that High Tide can kick out of that, he has to be out for the rest of the night!

Dominator slumps down into a cover...

The referee and the crowd: One...



Two...



Three - Kickout!

Dominator shouts loudly and he screams at the referee that that was three. The ref holds up only two.

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

Dominator runs his fingers down his face in abject frustration. The Lord of Time snarls as he gets up, and he stalks around the ring, pounding his feet. He gets into a waiting position, and he sets himself like a freight train. He sprints across the ring, but High Tide counters by hopping up backwards and pulling himself onto the top rope, and Dominator's intended Gore is instead met with a barrier of turnbuckles to the neck and shoulder as Dominator hits full force. High Tide remains perched above him. Dominator is thrown back and he stumbles around like a half-open knife, bent over, holding his wounded shoulder and yelling curses. High Tide in one smooth motion flies off the top rope and comes down, dropping Dominator as he flips down into a shooting star DDT that spikes Dominator into the mat hard!

Jerry Andrews: And just like that, High Tide avoided the Force of Time and hits Off the Plank!!

Ace Anderson: Both men are down!!

It is indeed anybody's ballgame as both High Tide and Dominator are down. Weapons are strewn all about them, and High Tide is sucking wind trying to recover from his dive and the punishment he's taken while the heavily bleeding Dominator is staring straight up at the lights and blinking.

Jerry Andrews: You have to believe that the first man to his feet will gain an advantage and get the first point in the Round Robin Tournament, the stakes have never been higher.

Slowly they both crawl to their feet, using the ropes. Both men stagger into the center of the ring. Tide swings. Dominator dodges. Dominator knees High Tide in the stomach.

Jerry Andrews: Anachronism!!! HE HIT IT AGAIN!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

The referee: One...



Two...



Three!

Dominator rises to his feet and raises his arms in the air.

"The winner of the match by pinfall: DOMINATOR!"

Jerry Andrews: What a battle! It's a shame that anyone had to lose that one!

Ace Anderson: That's certainly true! We'll be right back folks!

Trauma returns at ringside.

"The following Underground Rules match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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.

Jerry Andrews: This is the second matchup in the Underground Round Robin Tournament, we have already seen High Tide and Dominator go to war to gain the first point.

Ace Anderson: That's right, and to refresh your memory, the way this works is -

Jerry Andrews: Every match counts for a point in the tournament and all four men and lady are going to take turns competing against each other every week. The leader of the field with the most points at the end of it all will be your new Pure Class Wrestling Underground King.

Ace Anderson: ...Cut me off why don'tcha.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator got the first win of the tournament to have a 1-0 record. Let's see who joins him!

"And her opponent, she weighs in at 200 lbs... ALEXA BLACK!"

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 tspider 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

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.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black is so scary, and so wicked, she has a pronounced violent streak and a hardcore legacy a mile long, she has been in the hunt for the Underground title for the last few months and some would say she is a favorite to win this Round Robin Tournament. Ace?

Ace Anderson: Oh, can I speak now?

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
Alexa Black vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry Andrews: It would be an understatement to say these two have a history with one another. And in the Underground with a huge title opportunity on the line? They're going to rip each other apart!

Ace Anderson: I hope so!!!

Jerry Andrews: You're sick.

The bell sounds and the referee Manny Cruz gestures for both competitors to keep it clean. Tyrone looks at Black for a second, then laughs, turning to the crowd and mocking Black. Black clubs him over the back of the head and begins peppering him. The Black Widow plants Tyrone with a snap suplex, then she quickly pins, but Tyrone immediately kicks out before the ref can even position himself. Black gives Tyrone a few knee lifts as she drags him up, and then she clubs Tyrone over the back. She irish whips Tyrone off the ropes and as he returns, she hits Tyrone with a dropkick. Tyrone falls onto his back, and Black runs across the ring, going for a senton, but Tyrone moves out of the way and Black hits on her back. Black gets to her feet, only to be booted in the gut and taken down with a vicious dangerous-style DDT. Tyrone motions to the crowd to get them fired up.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy weathered an opening salvo from the domineering Black, and now he looks like he's gaining momentum.

Ace Anderson: I guess you could say he's going crazy, boy!

Jerry Andrews: You could... but please, don't.

Ace Anderson: ...*BLEEP* you, Jerry Andrews, think you're better than me...

Tyrone eggs Black to get up, which Black does, pulling himself up on the ropes. Tyrone clotheslines Black over the top rope allowing his momentum to carry them both right over. Tyrone lands sitting on the apron, and Black hits the canvas on the outside and rolls to a stop. Tyrone then pulls himself up, and takes a two step run up, and he flies off the apron, dropping an elbow right into the sternum of the prone Alexa Black. Tyrone lifts Black up, and he irish whips her with force into the steel steps. Black hits shoulder first, with enough force to knock the steps loose a little bit. Black yells out in pain. Tyrone paces over, taking advantage of the no rules, no countouts, walking Alexa by the back of her head over to slam her head off the apron. Tyrone does this a series of seven more times, and the crowd begins counting along. The referee tells Tyrone to take it back in the ring. Tyrone rolls Black back into the ring, but he pulls him out so that Black's head is sticking out of the apron, face up, and he climbs up onto the apron and gives Black a leg drop across the throat. Black rolls back into the ring, holding her throat. Tyrone then crawls over for a cover.

The referee: One...



Two... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive display of resilience from Alexa, and partner, these two are off to a roaring start in the series for the Underground title.

Ace Anderson: I think what should be commended on this broadcast is how some partners can coexist when their broadcast colleague cuts them off with their wikipedia entry reading monologues.

Jerry Andrews: You... wow, you are in quite a mood tonight...

Ace Anderson: And that supposed "colleague" stole your parking spot!

Jerry Andrews: Can we just stay professional here?...

Tyrone lifts Black up to his feet and whips the heavier Black Widow into the corner. Tyrone starts to charge for a splash, but Black flares an elbow out, knocking Tyrone right in the mouth. Tyrone backs off, and Black charges and decapitates Crazy Boy with a big boot. The sadistic hardcore expert paces around the ring, then she climbs out to the outside. Rummaging around under the apron, Alexa pulls out a toolbox. Se lays it on the apron, and opens it, pulling out a flashlight, which she gives a disdainful look, and then she throws it aside. She pulls out a fishing lure, and she discards this as well, then she pulls out a large wrench. The dark maiden looks over at Tyrone with a slight smile. Black slides back in the ring, and raises the wrench in the air, measuring Tyrone, and Tyrone turns around as Alexa starts to swing the wrench at him. Tyrone ducks under the swing, then he boots Alexa in the gut, cutting him off, and then he grips Alexa's arm and whips her to the ropes. Alexa stops herself by grabbing onto the ropes. Tyrone comes charging at her, but Alexa stops him by jamming the wrench into his sternum. Tyrone is doubled over resting against the ropes, and Alexa drops the wrench and runs to the opposite ropes and then comes in and takes them both over the top rope with a big clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these competitors are willing to put everything they've got on the line tonight.

Both fighters start to get to their feet slowly. Alexa is first to her feet, and she clubs Tyrone over the back a few times, then she wraps her arms around Tyrone's waist and drives his lower back into the ring apron with a lot of force. Tyrone screams, and arches her back, as Alexa pulls him out and does it again. Tyrone staggers out, and Alexa grips him by his hair, and then drives him back into the ring apron with a Russian legsweep. She throws Tyrone inside the ring for the pin.

The referee: One...



Two... Kickout.

Alexa shrieks like a banshee as she hears that Crazy Boy is still in the contest. She stalks out of the ring in a foul mood, over to the time keeper area where she snatches two steel chairs, throwing them in succession into the ring. Alexa makes her way back into the ring, lifting a steel chair up with one hand and lifting Crazy Boy with the other, but Crazy Boy breaks free and performs a spinning heel kick, knocking the chair into her face. Alexa goes staggering around like a top as Crazy Boy catches his second wind. Alexa shakes the cobwebs out of her head and checks her mouth for blood as Tyrone springs up to the top rope, waiting for Alexa to turn around. Crazy Boy flies off the top rope, looking for a crossbody, but the bigger Alexa Black is able to catch him with both hands, in a show of strength, and she holds him as if for a front powerslam for a second before flinging him overhead for a fallaway slam. Tyrone rolls to the opposite side of the ring. Alexa walks over to the turnbuckle and perches up there herself, then she takes to the air, flying off with a diving headbutt.

Ace Anderson: I am impressed that that big bird got off the ground, it feels like watching the Hindenburg take flight.

Jerry Andrews: That's a little insensitive and it feels like you're fat-shaming.

Ace Anderson: You... See, this is the kind of thing I'm talking about. *yanks off headset*

Tyrone lifts Black up, putting the Black Widow up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, before rotating over and over again in an airplane spin, until his own steps become wobbly and he is unable to sustain the momentum of his spin under her comparitive size and he drops back into a Samoan drop.

Jerry Andrews: There's the Crazy Spin from Tyrone, it might be over.

Ace Anderson: ...

Tyrone hooks the leg...

The referee: One...



Two...

Alexa breaks it up by taking one of the nearby fallen chairs and bringing it a short distance over with her free hand to smack Tyrone over the neck and shoulder with it.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa breaks the cover with the steel chair in hand!

Ace Anderson: ...

Alexa uses the steel chair to prop herself up, breathing heavily, as Tyrone rolls over, gripping in pain at his shoulder blades. Both competitors are down for a few moments. Alexa steadies herself and gets to her feet first. She lifts the chair up in the air, and she snarls angrily at Crazy Boy, who is crawling around on all fours. Tyrone's hands are slapping the mat nervously, looking for a weapon, and he finally finds the second steel chair Alexa Black introduced into the contest. Now armed, he starts picking himself up just as Alexa is looming behind him, lifting her own steel chair. She brings her chair up and then down to brain him with it in a vicious arc, nearly wrapping the chair around his face, but as she withdraws the chair Crazy Boy, before falling backwards, swings his own chair to pop Alexa right in the front of the face in a dangerous and wild side swing. It connects, and it sends spit and blood flying from Alexa's mouth from the dangerous force. Both competitors drop their chairs, and then neither one is able to stand at all after that. Alexa wobbles on one knee, but collapses forward, and Crazy Boy falls to his back. It all happens almost too fast for the crowd to process, but once they see both competitors down and the chairs hit the mat, the crowd goes to it's feet in shock.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD, I THINK THEY JUST KNOCKED EACH OTHER OUT COLD!

Ace Anderson: ....!!

The referee tries to revive either person, but he can't get them to give him a coherent response. After a few tries on either side, he waves it off and goes to the timekeeper to give his ruling. The bell is rung.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think either one is fit to compete. Ace, in your ring experience, have you ever seen anything like this?

Ace Anderson: You're... deferring to me? Aw, partner, I - look, I've been an asshole, and I -

Jerry Andrews: Ace! The match?

Ace Anderson: Oh, yeah. No doubt, neither one of them is getting up after that.

"This match has been ruled a Double Knockout!"

A few more referees and trainers come down to the ring to try and revive and help the groggy competitors out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder what this means for the Underground Championship series, as neither person in this fight was able to gain the win and the points neccessary to move forward this week. This probably gives the rest of the field an open advantage.

Ace Anderson: And another subplot to be advanced in all of this... is the healing power of partnership.

Jerry Andrews: ...

Ace Anderson: ...

Jerry Andrews: Anyway, from what I'm hearing, both competitors will be awarded a loss for this match, as the tournament doesn't allow for draws. That means it looks like Dominator is the only competitor to gain a win in this tournament tonight, which gives him a huge advantage going forward!

Ace Anderson: That's very true. We'll have to see if he can capitalize on that advantage. Wait... now to the backstage area where.... we'll, let's watch!

Trauma returns backstage to find Kyle Shane ripping his wrist tape off in a small, secluded hallway. After his successful win over Warden Westwood, Kyle has an introspective look on his face, but he doesn't see the figure looming behind him, who suddenly grabs him and throws him into the wall. Before Kyle even has time to struggle, he has a forearm pinned to his throat, and his seething opponent is snarling in his face. The camera pulls back to show Whitey Ford, a very pissed off World Champion, looking at him, as Kyle is gagging and trying to pull free.

Whitey Ford: Let me give you a little advice Shane. Don't you ever... EVER... pull a stunt like you did on the last Trauma... stealing an award I won at the Icey's, going through my personal property, leaving me a gag trophy in it's place... Don't you ever think that just because we've been cool in the past that I have a problem ripping your narrow ass into shreds.

Kyle Shane: Gak... ahh... duly... noted...

Whitey Ford: On the whole, you aren't a bad kid... you remind me of me a little, but you have a long ways to go before you're as good as you run around telling people you are. And you have a long way to go before you want to be in the position where I start having a problem with you. Get me?

He releases the chokehold from around Kyle's throat, and Kyle sinks down from the wall, massaging his throat, and gasping for air. But Kyle peers up at Whitey with sullen, angry eyes. He takes a moment to straighten himself up before he nods.

Kyle Shane: Is that so?

Whitey Ford: Yeah, you little smart mouth bitch, it is. Let me remind you of who I am, I'm the World Champion, the longest to date reigning International Champion, and the man who's beaten Grimm more times than you can count - Grimm, the man you proved last Trauma you are unable to beat.

An affronted, piqued and egostical Shane snaps back into Whitey's face, getting heated.

Kyle Shane: And let me remind YOU of who I am. I'm Kyle fucking Shane. I'm the one who took the Underground Championship for it's longest and most successful run in years. I'm the man who was named the Breakout Star of this year. And I'm the one, before Rick Majors was even thought of as anything more than a joke, won two matches in one night to retain that title and win a little something called the 2017 Icemann Invitational Tournament. And you know what that means, you chubby asshole? It means that I have a right to challenge for any belt I want at any time. So keep mouthing off. I've made a history of winning taking two to get one.

Whitey Ford: You little turd. You wouldn't dare. You haven't done anything that shows you can compete at the main event level here... but if you ever have enough sack, you just come out there and try me. We'd see how that goes for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go out there and show you something you'll never be aware of, how the PCW World Champion does his business. Remember - don't you ever get in my business or get too familiar with me and my stuff again, or we're going to have problems.

Kyle sarcastically scoffs, and throws up a peace sign at Whitey, who eyes him with annoyance as he walks off, picking up his World title belt. Kyle looks on, a questioning look on his face, as the show cuts back to the announce team.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we've had quite a night already and we're not anywhere close to being done. We still have two huge matches coming up. Refill the drinks and snacks fast because Trauma is back in two minutes!

Back on Trauma, way up there in the crow’s nest sits Phinehas Dillinger, aka Grimm, watching the night’s proceedings. He sits decked out in his utilitarian boots, their waffle soles equally useful in roaming the hills or kicking in a skull. A pair of well-worn jeans. A scarlet Hangtown Hardware T-shirt (the special edition “Crossed Shovels” one). He sits with his glacier eyes focused on the travesties playing out before him. And Shane Dodge sits next to him.

“I’m here at Trauma 218 in the box seats with the Hangtown Horror, Grimm himself.” Shane turns his attention to the Lord of Misrule. “Grimm, what brings you to Trauma on a week off? After your recent battles with Whitey Ford, and your last match with Kyle Shane and Alexa Black, I would think you’d take advantage of a night of rest.”

Grimm does not take his eyes off the ring. “Things in PCW are in a state of flux, Shane. I admit to having been focused solely on certain employees lately, but who can say what decisions the booking committee will make in the upcoming weeks. I reckon I need to keep an eye on all of them now,” he says, waving a hand out in front of him, as if scattering ashes over the arena. “Gabriel, Kyle Shane, Alexa Black, Crazy Boy, Dominator, High Tide…and sure, maybe even Whitey Ford again. They’re all on the table. And I can’t afford to take a match with any of them for granted, no matter what our past records may suggest. So to answer your question, Shane, I’m here to watch. This perch gives me a good overview of everything. And everyone.”

“Is there anyone in particular you’re focusing on tonight?”

“Not really. There are a few I haven’t fought in some time, and others I haven’t faced at all. But they all have my attention.”

Shane looks back into the camera. “And Grimm’s attention is something I’d just as soon never have. Back to you, Jerry.”

Jerry Andrews: I certainly don't ever want Grimm to pay attention to me!

Ace Anderson: Well, I'm paying attention to the ring and our next match.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...”

A mist of rain begins to fall over the crowd. Darkness. Silence falls across the crowd as bagpipes play throughout the arena, heavy pounding of the drums mixes in with the bagpipes, and just as a fog pours across the entrance ramp a hooded figure emerges from the back. Rain pelts off the gentleman’s heavy looking rawhide jacket.

“From Georgetown, Georgetown District, South Carolina. He weighs two-hundred thirty-five pounds, WARDEN WEST!”

Thunder rolls. Then lightning strikes just in front of him and he is gone! A second strike hits the ring and Warden Westwood stands in the middle of the ring without his heavy rawhide jacket but in full battle gear, arms crossed, and the burning fire of battle in his eyes as he waits for his opponent.

“And his opponent...”

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 Assassins 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.

“From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs two-hundred eighteen pounds, here is KYLE SHANE!”

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.

Singles Match
Warden West vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Nigel Gale

DING!
DING!
DING!

Kyle sizes up the newcomer, who in turn does the same from his side of the ring. The rookie holds the height and weight advantage, but the experience arrow favors the God of Game. They lock horns in the middle of the ring, and while he may be giving up a few pounds, it’s Kyle with the advantage as he pushes West back into the ropes. The referee is there to do his job as he asks for a clean break. Kyle obliges after three, but with a slight hint of aggression in pushing off. West smirks and the two are back at it with another tie-up. The roles are reversed this time as Shane finds himself in the defense position. The official once more is there to ensure order doesn’t fall into chaos. West starts with a clean break, but pushes Kyle. He returns the favor. Both men have their arms out as if it to dare the other to try something. And they do. Lefts and rights fire off between them. Just as one gets the upper hand, the other pulls ahead to send their opponent reeling. Straight left punches from Warden West have Kyle Shane on invisible roller skates, but after the success of the third is figured out, his lightning fast speed allows him to bob and weave out of the way, leaving West with only air to connect with.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is showing off his speed there, which can frustrate opponents if they are unable to catch up.

Ace Anderson: He’s a self proclaimed slippery bastard. Just when you think you are going to hit him, he’s not there and instead is hitting you. Shane brings the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog!

Jerry Andrews: A video game reference, Ace?

Ace Anderson: You DO know who Kyle Shane is, right?

Shane slides in with a single knee facebuster. As West is doubled, he finds himself thrown back upright with a quick kick to the face. Kyle transitions this into a go behind for a release German suplex. He hangs on and hits a second one. An attempted third is partially blocked, so Shane brings him down with a lungblower. Shane picks him up and proceeds to shop him down with rapid fire kicks that start at the ankles and work their way up to the ribs. He hits the ropes, ducks under an attempted clothesline, throws in a springboard and drops Warden with a moonsault DDT. West, finding himself in early trouble, wisely rolls out of the ring. But he is greeted with a barrel roll suicide dive! This brings a smattering of applause from fans. Kyle is relentless in teaching the upstart a lesson in wrestling. He throws him back into the ring and follows right in after him. West is dropped down again with a leg drop bulldog. Kyle goes for a quick cover.

1.

Not even a two. Just as Shane brings him up once more, a quick thumb to the eye halts that. Seeing how it worked gives Warden the idea to poke the other, drawing a warning from the referee in the process. Ok. How does a headbutt sound? Because it is loud and drives Kyle backwards into the corner. West charges in with an avalanche and then throws Shane with an exploder suplex. West stays aggressive, nailing an impressive deadlift gutwrench suplex. A second attempt however, isn’t as successful. Kyle, shifts his weight in time to reverse it into a hurricanrana. The two men are somewhat quick to their feet and West has his momentum stopped with a sudden pele kick. He staggers to the nearest corner. Kyle meets him almost immediately with a forearm smash! West is transitioned into a trio of suplexes. But rather than stop there, he asks the fans if they want “one more?!” to which they approve. This becomes a brainbuster.

Jerry Andrews: Just as Warden West was taking over…

Ace Anderson: It’s Kyle’s way of welcoming him to Pure Class Wrestling.

Kyle leads West up by the wrist and looks for the Irish whip on the irishman. It’s reversed. Kyle holds the ropes to avoid what would have been a big boot, brother. But he doesn’t avoid a sudden spear to the gut. He doubles right into an effortless gorilla press slam. Shane is unceremoniously dumped to the floor where he and mister floor have a meeting. He splats and is quick to curl into a ball as the air from his lungs make a jailbreak. West takes a moment to gather his thoughts and shake off the punishment he’s received. Shane stirs outside, but has no time to grasp what is transpiring. West is there to scoop slam him and then press him back into the ring. He re-enters the ring and connects with a punt kick. A pin follows.

1.

2.

Kyle powers out of that. West looks annoyed. He rips Shane up, picks up him in a bearhug and runs him from corner to corner. Each buckle smash gets harder and harder. After the last, he spins around and drops the Game Changer with a belly to back suplex. Another pin follows.

1.

2.

And Kyle powers out again, just not as soon as the hand hits the mat like before. While down, the resilient number one contender appears to be asking for more. West notices this and grins. Shane is gorilla pressed and released. West catches him on his broad shoulders and nails a death valley driver. Unless he doesn’t! Shane, showing off his ring awareness, throws stiff elbows to Warden’s right ear, disrupting his equilibrium just enough that he can reposition himself behind West. Nocturne of Shadows! The fans explode with cheers as both men are down. The referee starts the obligatory ten count.

Jerry Andrews: Warden West hasn’t looked too shabby in his first match! But Kyle was one step ahead with a reversal and one of his several signatures.

Ace Anderson: But who will be the first to beat the ten count?

Kyle Shane is up first and he’s done playing around. Emblem Heartless! Warden’s head snaps back with whiplash from the MMA style flying knee. West is scoop slammed in the middle of the squared circle. Shane is up top, points to the heavens and takes flight with a sea of camera flashes capturing his elbow drop that lands into the heart of Warden West. Shane begins to circle around like a vulture, waiting for HIS moment to finish the boss battle and level up. West slowly brings himself up one knee at a time. Kyle Shane is there to cinch in a headlock. West throws desperation shots to his midsection for a temporary reprieve. But never gets to capitalize. Shane quick strikes him with Pieces of Eden! Unsatisfied with just one, he throws down another just to make a point. Kyle goes for the pin and like the fans, counts along.

1.

2.

3!

The referee calls for the bell as "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play.

“Here is the winner by pinfall: Kyle Shane!”

The God of Game has his arm raised in victory, flashing a cocky smile as if to say “was there any doubt?” before he takes his leave and Trauma heads to commercial.

Jerry Andrews: We're back folks and, oh baby, this is a big one.

Ace Anderson: Champion versus champion coming right up!

“The following non-title match is the Main Event and will be Champion versus Champion! Introducing first...”

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.

“From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs Two-hundred nineteen pounds, the PCW North American 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 his opponent/the start of the match.

“And his opponent.”

Within a split seconds 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.

“From Leeds, Maine. Weighing Two-hundred forty-five pounds. He is the PCW World Champion, “The Asshole” WHITEY FORD!”

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.

Non-Title Champion vs Champion Match
"The Asshole" Whitey Ford (World ©) vs Gabriel (North American ©)
Referee: Ed Lane

Jerry Andrews: No titles on the line tonight but you have to figure there’s a hell of a lot of pride at stake.

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford has been on a hell of a run and he’ll want to keep that going. And Gabriel? Well… a win over the reigning World Champion is never a bad thing.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel, who has won the Underground and North American titles in the last few months, could put himself firmly in the World Title picture with a win here tonight.

Ace Anderson: That’s certainly true. Here we go!

DING!
DING!
DING!

The bell might as well be the sound of WAR, because the foes waste little time going at one another. They trade stiff shots back and forth, and not just limited to fists. It’s gladiator fight night at the coliseum! Ford and Gabriel end up tumbling through the ropes where the action continues outside. Gabriel lands a haymaker that rocks Whitey to the rail. Seromine’s messenger finds himself catapulted into vacated seats in a failed follow through. They part like a steel red sea. Ford hops across and pummels him before he has a chance to get back to his feet. Gabriel takes several stinging chops which drive him away from his attacker. Fans scatter as the two proceed through the ground level. Ford charges with a high knee between the shoulders. Gabriel is driven back over the rail, landing in the aisle. Whitey climbs over only to find himself driven back first from a charge. Gabriel alternates rights and lefts to his temples, eventually dropping him into a seated position. An Irish whip is reversed towards the ring. Gabriel slams into the egde. He tosses Ford into the ropes, who in turn springs and flips down while bringing Gabriel crashing into the floor with a sudden DDT!

Jerry Andrews: A nice reversal there by OUR World Champion. These two are making sure that the faithful will be getting what they paid for!

Ace Anderson: Well OUR North American Champion has been on fire since being SAVED by---

Jerry Andrews: Oh here we go.

The match returns back into the ring. Gabriel is spun into the corner. Ford meets an elbow, but shakes it off in order to deliver a European uppercut that nearly takes the North American champion out of his boots. Gabriel finds himself turned around and introduced ten times into the top turnbuckle. Snap German suplex! Ford races to follow it up, but Gabriel rolls out of the ring. No problem. The World Champion knocks him over with a baseball slide and then rolls out himself. Ford catches a quick chop to the throat for his troubles as he goes to collect his opponent. Gabriel returns the high knee as it pushes Ford into the ring steps. Gabriel takes Ford by the head and looks to tenderize his face. It’s blocked and instead his own face tastes cold steel. Each step of the way. Gabriel is rolled back inside with Ford close behind. Whitey snaps Gabriel over and then kicks the back of his head.

Ford runs the ropes, returns, and looks for a knee drop. His right knee plants into the canvas. Gabriel uses the ropes to get up with and surveys the situation. Chop block spins Whitey Ford into a mid-air cartwheel. Gabriel lands a second one, but this is from behind. He grabs Ford by the foot and drags him to the corner. Rolling out of the ring, Ford’s leg is grapevined around the ring post. One-two-three times! He writhes while favoring a different kind of joint than he’s used to. Looking to keep the larger champion grounded, Gabriel locks in a single leg crab and while the referee is attending to Ford, uses the top rope for extra leverage. Ford screams in agony. Fans rat out Gabriel’s nefarious methods. The ref looks, but sees no wrong doing. Gabe glances out of the corner of his eye and returns to cheating. The referee is a split second too slow once more. But Gabriel this time is questioned. He denies any wrong doing and proclaims it would go against the teachings of the Lord.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is continuing to develop his submission skills. His ‘method’ there is highly questionable for a man supposedly of holy virtue. But the damage being done cannot be understated.

Ace Anderson: How dare you question his morals? Gabriel was simply reaching out to the faithful. It’s not his fault the rope just happened to be there.

Gabriel cranks back on the top rope a little too long on his third use. The referee spots it and administers a five count. Gabriel reluctantly lets go at four and a half. No worries. He lifts Ford’s leg high in the air and drives his knee down into the canvas with authority. Again Ford writhes in pain. Gabriel puts his foot down on the side of his knee cap and begins to put his full weight down. Adding insult to injury, he goes into prayer while doing this. Once he breaks with “amen,” he let’s go and brings Whitey back up. Ford on one foot gets a few quick shots, but is spun around with a dragon leg whip. Gabriel gets to his feet and brings Ford over to the corner. He sneaks in a quick choke with the tag rope before the referee gets over to see it, then transitions to working over the right leg some more. Ford is pulled to the ropes and deposited over with a running clothesline. Gabriel steps back and kneels with his hands clasped. The count is administered on “The Asshole,” but he is back in at seven. Gabriel shouts some religious euphemisms and demands he praises Seromine. The response is double middle fingers and some salty language. Gabriel smiles as he introduces Ford to half hatch knee strikes.

Whitey manages to block one of them. He turns it into a spinebuster from out of nowhere, but is unable to follow up thanks to the damage done to his right knee. This allows Gabriel time to work through the effect and keep his attack going. Whitey is forced to “make a wish” and then has hits guts stomped out. Gabriel hooks in a sharpshooter and cinches down with all he can in the center. Ford digs his fingers into his scalp in a desperate effort not to tap. Fans chant “LET’S GO WHITEY!” and only get louder in their attempts to rally him. Gabriel pays them no mind as he keeps his submission locked in. Ford scratches and claws his way to the ropes, forcing a break.

Jerry Andrews: Ford gets to the ropes to break the hold.

Ford is pulled into a short arm knee lift to the midsection. While doubled, his arms are bridged behind him. Gabriel powers him into the air but is caught off when Ford flips him over with a hurricanrana. Whitey stays mounted and unloads shot after shot after shot to the head. Releasing Gabriel, he brings him up and begins to strike while on his lone good leg. Release Northern lights suplex! But it comes at a cost, again. Ford clutches the ropes to pull himself up. He gingerly moves in on Gabriel. Ford finds himself waistlocked and driven chin first into the middle turnbuckle. Gabriel rolls over, locks his arms around and nails Ford with a German suplex. He bridges it for a pin.

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2.

Kickout! Gabriel rolls through and drives Ford down with a second German. Again it’s kept for a pin.

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2.

Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford certainly won’t stay down!

The frustration mounts. Gabriel drives the point of his elbow into the neck of Ford. He attempts a third German, but it’s blocked! Now reversed! Gabriel is flung with a release, rolling him head over heels. Ford grits his teeth, energized by the fans support of him. Gabriel is caught with a kick to the midsection that doubles him. Hangover from Hell! Ford rolls him over to go for a cover, but Gabriel has enough awareness to keep rolling until he’s safely out of the ring. This draws boos from the fans. Whitey may be the proverbial one legged man at the moment, but he’s also a shark that senses blood.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford says he is the best in Pure Class Wrestling and it’s hard to argue with that. A win tonight over the North American champion could further cement his already Hall of Fame worthy legacy!

Ace Anderson: He has the clear advantage right now and Gabriel best have eyes in the back of his head. I wonder if Whitey has any beer around here. I’m parched.

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t a bar, Ace. 

Gabriel is introduced to a seriously fast running dropkick that drives him into the ring post. Ford clutches his right knee, but the pain was worth it. He limps to a prone Gabriel, pulls him up and then shoves him into the post a second time. Back body drop! Ford rolls into the ring to break the count. He slowly gets to his feet and at the precise moment, nails a standing plancha! Gabriel collapses. Ford is down. The ref is counting. Fans are heavily invested in the match.

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2!

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4!

Both men are stirring.

5!

Rehab Spear misses! Gabriel leap frogs out of danger as Ford spears the ring steps.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Ace Anderson: That could be a big turning point in this match.

Gabe slides into the ring by the count of seven. Between nine and ten, Ford manages to get back in. The faithful applaud this. Gabriel, having thought he had a count out victory, is agitated. He stomps the devil out of Whitey. Aggressively pulls him to his feet and runs him to the corner. Ford blocks things with his left foot. Gabriel takes an elbow to the ribs and finds his head crashing into the turnbuckle. Ten times. Next corner. Ten times. Third corner. Ten times. And the final corner...Ten times. Gabriel is released. His legs are on dream street. He staggers like a drunk coming out of the bar and takes a Ric Flair flop center ring. Whitey keeps himself upright on the ropes, as the toll of the match is evident.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford back in control, but both of these men are going through hell here tonight in  this match!

Gabriel is baited into a sit-out spinning powerbomb when things continue. Ford gets the pin.

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2!

No! Gabriel kicks out at two and a half. Whitey rolls over and brings Gabriel to his feet. An Irish whip is reversed. Ford turns an attempted clothesline into his Wasted-Land! There’s another pin.

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2!

NO! Ford slams the canvas in frustration. He shakes his head and greets Gabriel with stiff forearm shots. Gabriel is shoved into the ropes before finding himself picked up into the air and pancaked back down. Ford tumbles down as he favors his right knee. There is a litany of F-bombs. He knows if he is going to win this, it’ll be without the use of both legs. He stretches his leg out and tries working the kinks out while Gabriel stirs. Hobbled, but still alive, he grabs Gabriel only to find himself pulled into an inside cradle!

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3!

NO! Whitey just barely manages to kick out of the surprise surprise. And he knows it. The fans exhale in collective unison. Both are up. Gabe swings wildly with a clothesline. Ford ducks it and keeps his momentum going, because fuck you knee, fuck you pain, it’s nothing alcohol won’t cure, right? He hits the ropes, REHAB SPEAR CONNECTS! Gabriel clutches his ribs. Ford pounds the mat out of pure adrenaline as Seromine’s chosen one is in big trouble here. Ford gets to his feet. Gabriel is pulled onto his. He’s brought down and pulled inward. This could be it. Ford is going for his Backtoss Piledriver! Gabriel is muscled into a crucifix position. He squirms and manages to knock Ford off balance so it can’t be completed. The two spin facing each other, both looking for that signature knockout…

Deep Guillotine! Ford has locked a sudden submission onto Gabriel. His legs are wrapped around him like an octopus. He has his neck cranked. Ford is exhorting all of his strength into this as Gabriel is unable to find a way out. The referee is in position for a possible submission and the fans are chanting “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Gabriel is beginning to fall apart. Just when things look their bleakest…

He falls backwards as Ford’s face collides with the top ropes, immediately breaking the hold. He snaps back. Gabriel is halfway out of the ring and we got ourselves two exhausted champions who are down. The sight of a steel chair being handed from under the ring is picked up. The provider isn’t seen, but the object is being pushed into the hands of Gabriel. He grasps it without so much as realizing what he’s holding. The bent arm disappears as fans are abuzz about it. Gabriel rolls out of the ring, keeping the chair underneath him. Inside the ring, and unaware, is Whitey Ford who has figured out where Gabriel is. He exits the ring and once the door is open…gets WAFFLED with a sickening crack in plain sight of the referee. The chair is wrapped around Ford’s head. He drops like a sack of potatoes, as does Gabriel, whose last drop of energy was into the cheating shot.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The referee has called for the bell.

“Here is your winner, by disqualification: Whitey Ford!”

"Determined" by Mudvayne hits while the referee checks on the condition of Pure Class Wrestling’s top two champions.

Jerry Andrews: MY GOD WHAT A SHOT!

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford was split wide open by that brutal chairshot.

Jerry Andrews: A sickening move by Gabriel who was having a hell of a time fending off Whitey Ford in that match.

Ace Anderson: Both men are still down in the ring. Ford might be unconscious, but Gabriel has barely moved since the bell rang either.

Various officials are now in the ring, tending to Ford. Gabriel rolls over on the canvas, seemingly exhausted.

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 Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face.

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!?

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.

Ace Anderson: Don’t tune out just yet folks. Kyle Shane is making his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: He’s certainly had his issues with Whitey Ford in the past and…

Ace Anderson: Wait… you don’t think…?

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 before grabbing a microphone.

Kyle Shane: As everyone knows, I’m the reigning Icemann Invitational Tournament winner…

The crowd immediately cheers in anticipation.

Kyle Shane: … and that victory granted me a title shot ANY TIME I WANTED ONE.

The crowd is on their feet now.

Jerry Andrews: You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Ace Anderson: He’s right, Jerry! And Whitey Ford is barely conscious right now!

Kyle Shane: So, Ed Lane, get ready, because I’m cashing in my title opportunity… RIGHT HERE TONIGHT!!!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY LORD!

The crowd explodes once more.

Kyle Shane: … against…… GABRIEL!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

The crowd is buzzing. Gabriel slowly realizes what is going on. He rolls out of the ring and immediately staggers over to the timekeeper’s table. He picks up the North American title and starts to climb over the ringside barrier, but he’s stopped by Ed Lane. The two begin to argue. Lane is heard yelling “If you don’t get in that ring right now and defend your title, I’m counting it as a forfeit and you’ll lose the belt!”

Ace Anderson: What a shocking turn of events here tonight folks!

Whitey Ford, who has finally made it to his feet, instinctively tries to attack Shane, but he’s held back by officials who forcefully escort him from the ring. Gabriel begrudgingly hands the North American Title to Ed Lane who holds it up as Gabriel re-enters the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is worn out from that war with Whitey Ford. You can just see it.

Ace Anderson: Hey, this is the second match of the night for Kyle Shane as well. The playing field is even as far as I can tell.

North American Championship Match
Gabriel (North American ©) vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Ed Lane

The bell rings. Gabriel immediately tries to leave the ring again, but he’s grabbed by Shane. Shane pulls him into the center of the ring and hits a brainbuster. Gabriel hits the mat hard. Shane yanks him off the canvas, but Gabriel counters with a thumb to the eye. Gabriel clotheslines Shane down to the mat. He then pulls him up, wrenches his arm, and hits a hook kick.

Gabriel goes for a cover:

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2…

Ace Anderson: Smart move to try to get a quick cover. Gabriel just needs to get this over with as quickly as possible if he hopes to survive.

Gabriel pulls Shane up. Shane knees him in the stomach and hits a quick double arm DDT. A cover:

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2…

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel just BARELY got his shoulder up there!

Kyle Shane pulls Gabriel up…

Ace Anderson: Nocturne of Shadows!

Shane waits now as the crowd rises to their feet once again. Gabriel slowly staggers up to his feet. Kyle grabs him as soon as he does.

Jerry Andrews: PIECES OF EDEN!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

1….

2….

3!!!!!

The bell rings as Kyle Shane bolts up, arms raised in the air! The crowd is electric!

“Here is your winner, and NEEEEWWWWWW PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION: KYLE SHANE!!!”

Shane is handed the championship and he raises it high above his head as "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive plays. Kyle Shane looks out of the ring briefly at Whitey Ford who is still standing at ringside. Shane smirks at him for a moment before heading to the top ropes to celebrate.

Jerry Andrews: What a night folks, thank you once again for joining us! Until next time, I’m Jerry Andrews.

Ace Anderson: And I’m Ace Anderson. Good night everyone.

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