Trauma 222 Results

[Rick Majors]

Thursday November 23, 2017

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, Happy Thanksgiving and welcome to Pure Class Wrestling Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and, as always, I'm seated beside Ace Anderson. Happy Thanksgiving, Ace!

Ace Anderson: Happy Thanksgiving, Jerry! What a show we have for you tonight!

Jerry Andrews: You're right about that, Ace!

Suddenly, everyone's attention is turned to the crowd. Razor Blade comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess we're starting already!

Ace Anderson: No sense in waiting!

Jerry Andrews: Well, what I was going to say is thank you for welcoming us into your homes on this holiday.

Ace Anderson: I'm still full of pie, I'm going to be in a food coma before this is all said and done. *Groans*

Jerry Andrews: Well this match promises to be anything but an appetizer, there has been considerable bad blood between these two men. Let's see some of the taunts thrown at Grimm from the cocky, confident Razor Blade.

We go to a graphic on screen showing "tweets" from Razor Blade about this upcoming match.

"Grimm you are getting an ass whipping from me this coming up Thursday on thanksgiving day"

"this is my ring now"

"#Razorempire"

Jerry Andrews: Ace, you have to think Razor Blade is playing with fire here.

Ace Anderson: Well I applaud his gumption for trying... I mean, he's always willing to step up to anyone... but he has been taunting Grimm on social media for quite some time and even the most patient man would have been ready to put this kid in his place. And Grimm... well... there are some adjectives that describe him well, but I'm not altogether sure if patient is one of them.

Jerry Andrews: Sinister, calm, foreboding, unforgiving... but patient... not as such.

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, deadset 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.

Singles Match
Grimm vs Razor Blade
Referee: Ed Lane

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has been staring a hole in Razor Blade this entire time. Not raging, not throwing curses, just... staring.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, Jerry, you know, Razor may have forty or fifty pounds of power on Grimm, but seeing Grimm stand there sizing the big man up, I don't feel there's a level of disparity. Or intimidation.

The self-professed Big Dog Razor calls for a tie-up, and as they go for a collar-elbow Razor Blade c begins overpowering Grimm and shoving him downwards, forcing him back. Finally, Razor throws Grimm down. But the implacable, sinister Harvester simply gets right back to his feet. Razor holds his hands out again for a tieup, but Grimm slips away under his arms and begins lighting Razor Blade's legs up with kicks. He sweeps around his side and kicks Razor in the hamstring several times. Finally, though, Razor Blade catches Grimm's leg, puts his hand on his chest and throws him down to the mat with force. Grimm quickly gets to his feet again, not showing a modicum of concern on his stoic face. Grimm gets to his feet, but Razor runs into him with a shoulder block, taking Grimm down. Razor flexes his muscles and lets out an "OOOOOAHHHH" for the crowd, but it goes over like a lead balloon. Grimm finally seems to have a minor degree of irritation cross his lips as he starts getting to one knee. Razor runs at him for a clothesline, but Grimm ducks under it and begins firing away with forearm shots to the face, and mixing in a few straight kicks to the midesction. He walks Razor Blade over to the turnbuckle and goes to slam his face into it, but Razor overpowers him and elbows him off. Grimm backs off, holding his face, and Razor explodes out of the corner with a clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: So far Grimm seems to be feeling out Razor Blade's limit and exploring his power, and Razor Blade is just wading in, trying to throw bombs.

Ace Anderson: Razor is hungry, and Thanksgiving seems to be the one time of year he wants to sate his appetite.

Razor lifts Grimm up by the head and goes to irish whip him to the ropes, but on the return Grimm slides under outstretched, then as Razor turns around Grimm trips him with a drop toehold before floating into an illegal turtling position and begins unloading punches into the back of his head. The referee tells Grimm about the closed fists, and Grimm, still in calm mode, respectfully backs off. Grimm lifts Razor up a little and gives his a knee lift. He grips his head and starts giving his a few mounted punches, then he applies a rear chinlock. Razor flails his arms, as Grimm tightens the hold. Razor uses all his strength to push Grimm over towards the ropes, but Grimm keeps the chinlock applied. Razor tries to fight to his feet. Grimm shakes his head, saying he should give up, and twists his neck. Razor slowly fights to his feet as he grips Grimm's legs and lifts him up on his back, and with a burst of strength he runs backwards and squashes Grimm into the corner. He does this again, squashing Grimm behind his in the corner, and finally Grimm loosens the hold. Razor hangs on, paces forward a few steps, and then comes in with a lot of velocity to crush Grimm in the corner. Grimm comes staggering out, and Razor irish whips him with force into the opposite corner. When he comes staggering out, holding his back, Razor drops him with a big sidewalk slam. Razor keeps an arm draped over Grimm for the pin.

Ace Anderson: Razor is as determined to ruin this holiday as that feminist cousin who brings her girlfriend over to argue with your racist uncle at the dinner table.

Jerry Andrews: Sounds like maybe someone's projecting their own family squabbles onto this.

Ace Anderson: I'm just saying, family gatherings are a mine field! And do we point out her pink pixie undercut?!

Jerry Andrews: Sigh... tis the season...

The referee: One... Kickout.

Razor lifts Grimm up and lays him across the ropes, and he gives him a big open-handed slap across the chest, drawing a "WHOOOO!" from the crowd. Grimm screams and jumps and holds his chest in pain. Razor throws Grimm into the corner, and gives him anothis big overhand slap, and Grimm staggers out, holding his chest in pain. Razor whips him into the opposite corner, and he comes running at him, looking for a big corner clothesline. Grimm flings his elbow out and nails Razor. He staggers back to the middle of the ring. Grimm runs at him, but he is caught by a big powerslam from Razor. He holds on for the pin.

The referee: One...



Two... Kickout.

Razor stares at the referee, frustrated. Razor motions for Grimm to get up, and as he gets up, still doubled over he runs off the ropes. However, he attempts a running knee lift and he spins away at the last second and counters into a swinging reverse neckbreaker. Grimm lifts Razor up and plants the big man with a spinning back suplex before going for a cover of his own.

The referee: One…



Two… Kickout

Grimm lifts Razor up for a rolling vertical suplex, but Razor blocks with his foot, elbows Grimm’s hold loose, then lifts him up in a vertical suplex before flipping him forward so that he lands on his stomach. Grimm rolls around, holding his stomach, and then Razor lifts him up and punishes him with a harsh backbreaker. Razor applies a dragon sleeper hold to Grimm. the referee asks Grimm to give up, but he waves his hand to say he won’t. Razor has his knee dug in his back as he pulls Grimm downward. Finally, Grimm’s arms begin shaking with energy as he starts fighting his way up, and then he swings his leg up and kicks his in the face, twice. Razor Blade releases the hold. Grimm takes a second to catch his breath, then he begins elbowing a rising Razor in the stomach. he floors him with a club to the back. Razor lifts Grimm to his feet and decimates him with a dangerous DDT. Razor lifts Grimm up, and hooks him in position for a powerbomb. But as he has Grimm up over his head, Grimm kick the back of Razor’s head and comes down and around into a sleeping neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has found an answer for all of Razor Blade's strongest hits so far... and there's the Lament Configuration!!

The referee counts a pin.

One...





Two...





Th- kickout.

Grimm does not throw a fit, he does not cry, rage, yell at the referee or hiss, he just looks over at Razor Blade from a kneeling position. And he waits. As Razor pulls himself up he hits a spinning wheel kick. Razor is reeling now, and he falls back into the ropes and stumbles forward. Grimm bell claps his ears, and then drops him with an undeniably snug DDT. Razor, however, out of deep necessity if not panic, rolls over to the ropes and to the apron. Grimm waits. Razor pulls himself up using the ropes. Grimm eggs him to get up. He backs up and runs to the opposite ropes then charges Razor across the ring, but as he gets close to Razor Blade he scoops him up in a military press and lifts him high over his head, keeping his forward momentum going by throwing him out of the ring and making him splatter across the announce table, which shakes violently but does not break. The announcers vacate their chairs.

Jerry Andrews: Incoming!

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade flung Grimm out here like he was shot out of a cannon.

Jerry Andrews: This desk has been reinforced, that did more damage to him than anything.

Ace Anderson: I’m glad, cause I’m tired of people messing up my desk, it’s where I hide my liquor. I mean... uh.....

Razor stands on the apron, waiting for Grimm to start pulling himself up on the table, and he flies off the apron hisself, but Grimm moves and Razor simply smacks his face off the table and bounces off. The crowd erupts in amazement at Razor’s attempt. Both Grimm and Razor Blade are down for the moment by the announce table. the referee tells both competitors to get in the ring. Grimm lifts Razor up and slams his head off the apron a few times. In the ring, the referee warns Grimm to get in the ring. Grimm walks Razor Blade over and attempts to slam his face into the steel step, but he blocks and punches him. Razor backs up, and he runs at Grimm, but he drop toeholds his so that he actually falls face first across the top of the steel steps. Grimm then quickly climbs in the ring, breaking the count the referee had started, springs up to the top rope and then jumps off with a devastating foot stomp, smashing Razor’s face into the steel ring steps. The crowd groans at the impact of that move.

Jerry Andrews: JESUS CHRIST!

Ace Anderson: That's not appropriate on this holiday! You're supposed to use Thanksgiving themed expletives like... MILES STANDISH!!

Jerry Andrews: Ace, are you looking at Razor right now, Grimm just hit one of the most devastating maneuvers I've seen in quite some time.

Ace Anderson: So he'll be sucking gravy through a straw tonight, I'm getting it.

The referee isnt' so sure he should let this match continue or not. Razor Blade is on the outside of the ring, laid out looking at the lights, and after that vicious stomp, he hasn't moved. Grimm, meanwhile, has a remorseless look on his face. He simply stretches his limbs against the ropes in the opposite corner and waits. The referee sees Razor Blade starting to stir on the outside, so he finally decides Razor is fit in some capacity, but Grimm slides out and comes around the ring. Stalking Razor Blade like the Reaper he is, he rolls the big man into the ring, and Razor Blade tries pulling himself up on the ropes in the corner. Grimm comes in, stands as he grips Razor Blade's head in a facelock, and then he allows himself the one indulgence of gesturing and showmanship he's attempted in this match. He makes a throat-slashing motion to signal the end. And he takes the facelock and twists out of the corner turnbuckles, spiking the already beaten Razor Blade into the mat with a tornado DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm looks to put this long-standing game of social media taunts to bed. The Harvest signals the end for Razor Blade.

Ace Anderson: How would Grimm even have heard that Razor was taunting him online? Did the crows come flapping down into the cornfield and tell him?

Jerry Andrews: Ace, will you just -

Ace Anderson: I know, I know... Razor Blade is out.

Academically, Grimm has pinned Razor Blade, staring straight at the camera. He mouths the words "Johnny V", and that is all, as the referee counts.

The referee: One...







Two...







Three!!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... GRIMM!!

Grimm stands, not taking any celebratory pose as "Counting Bodies Like Sheep" begins playing. The referee is tending to Razor Blade, who is still in pain and unable to move. Grimm exits the ring, leaving with as little fanfare as he came, and Razor is helped up in the ring.

Winner: Grimm via pinfall

“NO TOR I OUS!”

Large red letters light up the PCWTron as each syllable echoes into the rafters. The dozen or so fans that had slipped to the concession stand during the commercial break stampede back into the sold-out arena.

“SO NOTORIOUS!”

“And here I thought we were getting a break from these two,” Anderson grumbled.

On the stage, the Club Vivacious set captivates the audience with a neon light show. Behind the bar, Remi Matthews plays along with the neon spectacle, juggling bottles of all shapes and sizes. Her sister, Rebi, is prepared to serve from the Thanksgiving spread laid out o the bar top. To each side of the set, Bryan Parker and Matthew Gamble are digging into their plates while providing “much needed” security.

“How did you get that?” Anderson asks.

“I asked for it,” Jerry answered with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

As the song continues to rock from the sound system, the fans remain on their feet in anticipation. They don't wait long before professional wrestling's Man in Black is on the scene. Rounding the right side of the stage, Vivacious nudges Parker’s elbow as he drank, spilling the eggnog down Parker’s chin.

“Conspicuous by his absence,” Jerry wonders, “where is Stormm?”

“You don't pay attention much,” Anderson snickered, “do you?”

Vivacious is definitely solo, standing at the top of the ramp, glaring down at the ring through his dark-tinted shades and flipping ashes about as he works the crowd up. Wearing his usual black, including the official Adelita’s Way “NOTORIOUS” t-shirt, he takes a covered plate and starts down the ramp.

“I hope he doesn't think we are going to watch him eat,” Anderson blurts out.

After slapping hands with fans along the ramp and reaching ringside, instead of his usual straight to the ring steps, Vivacious goes around the ring to the commentator’s desk. Vivacious offer the plate to Anderson.

“Um, uh,” Anderson stammers, “thank you.”

Vivacious nods and heads back around the ring, slapping hands as he goes. Up the steps to wipe his feet on the apron before ducking into the ring.

“I seriously thought you were getting pie-faced,” Jerry laughed.

“Me too.”

As the music fades, Vivacious stands in the center of the ring absorbing all of the cheers and excitement of the crowd. Once again, the “JOHN - NY - V!” chants are contested with “GRIMM WILL KILL YOU!” and he stands there encouraging the cadences.

“This is the home stretch,” Jerry comments, “he has Crazy Boy tonight and…”

“You have to be kidding me,” Anderson interrupts his broadcast partner, “what is this?”

“Looks like it's all been chopped and pureed,” Jerry laughs.

Inside the ring, Vivacious pulls a microphone from the inside of his jacket and, after a few moments of trying, the crowd calms to allow him to speak.

“It is true now and it has been true my entire life;” Vivacious begins, “I have also stood right here and admitted to you and everyone else,” Vivacious crosses the ring, “this just might be another case where my mouth has written a check that my dumbass can’t cash.” Then, he doubles back to the stage side, “I am aware of that.”

“You better believe it like religion,” Anderson suggests.

“I have been asked so many times,” Vivacious continues, “that now, I am even wondering what the…”

“FUCK!” the crowd in unison, but Vivacious brushes it off. Tonight, he isn't really making a scene, moreso, he is out there trying to make a point.

“I wonder often,” he shrugs, “what have I gotten myself into?”

“It's a little late for that,” Jerry comments.

“I have always heard it put like this,” Vivacious explains, “to be the man, you have to beat the man. Let me tell you,” Vivacious turns and locks his glare into the camera, “I have never chased gold plates on leather straps. Never interested me.” He continues to talk to those watching comfortably on their couches. “Unlike every other time I have breezed through PCW,” Vivacious admits, “THIS TIME is going to be memorable.”

“As compared to what,” Anderson laughs, “he gave us plenty to want to forget him every time.”

“The return with Stormm,” Vivacious continues, “I knew he was going for the gold.” He points to the crowd, “You knew.” Then, to the stage, “They knew.” Throwing his hands in the air, “Everyone knew.”

“Didn't you?” Anderson rolling his eyes, very audible.

“BUT! When we hit the scene at Deadly Intentions,” Vivacious hesitates and steps back from the camera, “so far as I was concerned,” air quotes, “the man,” he shrugs and continues, “wasn't packing the gold. He had his chance to get the gold, but he blew it,” Vivacious jerks the camera lens to his face, “and I fucking hit him out of nowhere.” Vivacious finches forward into the lens, a sinister grin cracks his cheeks as he releases the camera with a jerk.

“And you're going to pay for it to,” Anderson warns.

“I don't have the stress of winning any title,” Vivacious shakes his head, “and I don't have the stress of defending any title.” He pauses for several minutes, taking a coffin nail to the snuff. He pockets the butt and goes to the stage side, “All I have to do is,” he slaps the top rope, “beat Grimm.”

“Does he honestly believe that?” Anderson is rhetorical.

“Halloween is over,” Vivacious lit another Marlboro, took a lung filling drag and continued, “the time for spooks and ghost stories has passed. I said from the very beginning,” Vivacious calmly paces the ring as he speaks, smoke rising above him with each breath “I am not afraid of Grimm. I,” he drives home, pausing to look up the ramp, “am not afraid of smoke and parlor tricks.”

“We will see about that at Collision Course,” Anderson scoffs.

“Halloween is over,” Vivacious repeats. “‘tis the season to be bright and loud,” he pauses, again looking dead into the camera, “there's no one brighter or louder than,” Vivacious throws his arms wide to each side, “the Man in Black.”

“He certainly has a point there,” Jerry comments.

“Tyrone,” Vivacious shakes his head, side to side, slowly, “unfortunately you have found yourself on the wrong road.” Vivacious removes the Red from his mouth, “The brass laid you in my way and, Tyrone, I won't tap the brakes or swerve.” With his hands he acts out his words, “I am going to hit you at 220 and, instead of the speed bump they were hoping you would be,” Vivacious smiles really big, “you will be another platter of roadkill for me to serve Ace Anderson.”

“He is such a douche,” Anderson whines.

“I think you have said that enough already,” Jerry laughs with the crowd.

“Tyrone,” Vivacious continues, “they are looking to you to slow me down. They are looking to you, Tyrone,” Vivacious pulls the shades down, “to soften the blow in the Collision Course that is going to park their number one guy. That's it and Tyrone,” Vivacious draws hard on the cigarette before continuing in a billow of smoke, “you are going to fail them.”

“Do you actually buy all the crap this idiot spews?” Anderson asks anyone who will listen.

“I mentioned Stormm,” Vivacious scratches his head, “right?” He looks around the ring, he uses his hand as a visor and scans the crowd, “Last I heard, he was stuck in traffic on 264. Apparently,” Vivacious continues, “he did not stay at the Wingate.” Vivacious reaches into the back pocket of his black BOSS slacks and pulls out his wallet, “You could be pampered at the Wingate to watch or join us here for Collision Course and, if you book before December third,” with a cloud of purple smoke, Vivacious draws a blue card from the wallet, “using your Wyndham Rewards, you could save fifteen percent.” Vivacious turns to the camera and exaggerates a wink.

“Seriously,” Anderson laughs under his breath, “I can’t. I got nothing.”

“You know who else probably stayed at the Wingate?” Vivacious asks. “Club Vivacious has invited the number one contender for the World Title,” Vivacious shrugs, “my partner's partner tonight against Haman and Satan, please help me welcome, Kyle Shane!”

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. In the ring, Vivacious’ jaw drops, maybe the man infamous for bringing out cardboard cutouts and midget imitations of his Club Vivacious “guests” is a little surprised to see the actual number one contender.

Tonight, Kyle is in full hipsteremo fusion form, wearing tight skinny jeans, a Modern Baseball knit cap and an unadorned black/white strings hoodie. As he swaggers out, Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the cheering crowd.

Then, he checks out the full bar spread on the entrance. Remi provides him a shot from the bar and he finds the spirit of the season, downing his holiday cheer in one gulp. Remi’s twin sister, Rebi, brings Kyle a plate, which he takes in good humor.

“Look at that,” Jerry laughs, “they are treating their frenemy to actual food and drink.”

Kyle tastes some cranberry on his fingers as he swaggers down to the ring and, at long last, he enters the ring. Immediately going face to face with Vivacious.

“After last week,” Anderson instigates, “let's see how Kyle Shane shows his appreciation.”

Kyle eyes Vivacious up and down for a good long moment before devouring an entire piece of pie and licking his fingers. Any other night, some quazi-sexual quip about the eyeballing, but Vivacious appears to be somewhat dumbfounded; an expression of utter disbelief, as he shares the ring with Kyle Shane.

A ringside assistant hands Kyle a microphone, but Kyle continues picking from his plate, leaving Vivacious, the crowd and those watching at home in an awkward silence.

“So, you’re Kyle Shane,” Vivacious measures his guest up, “and, um, you understand that, uh, last week,” he realizes that he is being gauged as well, “well, business is business, you know?”

Kyle looks to the crowd and then back at Vivacious. Holding his plate in one hand, he brings the microphone to his lips, “You know, ordinarily, I wouldn’t take too well to someone interfering in my matches and trying to screw me,” he smiles, somewhat dangerously, “but ya know something Johnny, it doesn’t matter.”

“See,” Anderson comments, “you can always save your ass with a good piece of pie.”

“I know how high the stakes were,” Kyle continues, “and I know what was on the line for both you and your fellow “Notorious” Brand member. And to be honest,” Kyle explains, “the men we’re going up against tonight, would do the same.”

“Or a lot worse,” Anderson adds.

“So,” Kyle shrugs, “I’m prepared to overlook it,” Kyle looks directly into his own reflection in Vivacious’ shades, “once.”

Vivacious understands, but is hardly phased by Kyle’s bravado.

“When I mentioned you appearing on Club Vivacious,” Vivacious continues, “everyone wanted to know, how do you intend to win the big one?”

Until having it thrown in his face, his ego would hardly allow the possibility of losing to cross his mind, Kyle is momentarily taken aback by the question.

“Well Johnny, what you have to know is that I don’t see Collision Course as just, the big one.” Kyle explains as Vivacious leans into the far right corner to listen, “If it was just any run of the mill big match, then I already have shook off the nerves for that.”

“Is that so?” Vivacious asks.

“In the last few months,” Kyle answers, “I defended my Underground Title twice in one night;” Vivacious nods, allowing Kyle to run down his recent accomplishments, “I fought through an entire tournament to become the 2017 TIIT winner; and I claimed the North American title from Seromine’s henchman, Gabriel.”

“You know,” Vivacious comments, “I beat up a trash man to win that title a decade ago?”

“That's great,” Kyle shakes his head and then picks back up where Vivacious interrupted, “but this is not just a big match for me.”

“Two weeks ago,” Jerry recalls, “Stormm asked if Kyle Shane had paid his dues.”

“It certainly sounds that way,” Anderson states.

“This is the culmination of everything I’ve been working towards,” Kyle passes his plate to a ringside grip, “since my first Pure Class Wrestling match, a year ago, at Collision Course 2016. From that night,” his intensity swells, “I have exceeded every expectation and risen above every limitation people tried to put on me.”

“Who was it he beat last year?” Anderson wonders.

“It believe it was DCIII,” Jerry responds.

“Who?” Anderson asks.

“I have proven my staying power and yeah,” Kyle drops his head for a blink, “I’ve lost some heartbreakers,” then he amps his intensity even more, drawing the crowd with every word, “but the fact of the matter is, I’ve proved since I came here, you may kick Kyle Shane down,” he is directly in the camera, “and I will stand right the frick back up!!”

The crowd explode, but Vivacious laughs and laughs hard as he doubles over in hysteria.

“Did you... really... just say,” Vivacious shakes his head, “frick?!”

“Did you invite me out here to hear me out,” Kyle asks his host, “or get you teeth knocked down your throat?”

“Sorry,” Vivacious chokes on an apology as he waves for the crowd to stand up and gives ‘the signal’, “I will just stand over here in the corner and act like I give a…”

“FUCK!” The live crowd and most likely everyone on their couches, with Vivacious leading them on, finger the sky.

“Please,” Vivacious gestures, offering Kyle the floor, “continue.”

“I have all of the intangibles that Seromine’s little Westboro Baptist Church lacks,” Kyle continues, slightly annoyed, “and when Gabriel, when Seromine, when their Lord Almighty looks at me,” Kyle mockingly looks into the rafters, “they get a tremble in their loins,” before directly into the camera to drive his point into every home, “because I put the fear of GOD into them!”

“I think he is so serious right now,” Jerry points out, “he is trembling.”

“That,” Anderson adds, “or Johnny has him so frustrated he can't keep his ish together.”

Kyle throws his free hand into the air, indicating a tremor to prove his point and then he laughs.

“So,” Kyle continues, “when the chance to earn this number one contendership rose up, I knew I had to dig deep; and,” Kyle looks over at Vivacious, “even though I had to go through your buddy to do it, I could not, --NO,” back to the camera, “I WOULD NOT let this opportunity pass me by.”

“Even with Johnny at ringside,” Anderson agreed, “Kyle Shane got it done.”

“And I would not let Seromine and his flock screw me out of claiming the culmination,” Kyle continues, “the true Endgame for this Game Boy at Collision Course.”

A look of total confusion flushes over Vivacious, but as he smokes away in the corner ‘listening’, he allows Kyle to continue.

“I am walking into the Pure Class Wrestling Arena on December 6th and I am taking that World Title,” Kyle promises, “it doesn’t matter who bars the way…”

“A gaggle of nuns?” Vivacious asks, Kyle shakes his head, “The Pope and his vicars?”

Kyle continues to shake before ending the lunacy, “Not even the Devil him-God damned-self!”

Kyle has to pause because the crowd completely drown him with support. As they cheer, he finishes big, “I am taking the World Championship, achievement… UNLOCKED!!”

Vivacious can't help but get into the excitement, golf clapping for his guest and the fuel spilled all over Collision Course.

Kyle holds up a finger in the understood “one moment gesture” and he speaks into the microphone once more, “And when it comes to tonight,” he pauses to allow the crowd to settle, “when I have to team up with the same guy that I beat to win this opportunity, well - "

Loud thunder claps, jolting the entire arena. Both men in the ring spin around to look up the ramp.

A blinding bolt of lightning cracks down, forks and hits both out-stretched arms of the giant “V” backdrop of Club Vivacious.

“Whoa!” Anderson and Jerry both jump.

The giant “V” teeters nearly fifteen seconds, everyone glued to the stage, before falling straight back into the Tron. The screen wasn't damaged and, if there was any relief in Vivacious, that was all the relief there was as he stands in the ring and watches his set lights burn brighter than they should for several seconds before fading to nothing.

“Look at that, Jerry,” Anderson laughs uncontrollably, “Club Vivacious just died.”

The crowd is stunned and, after everyone's pulse returns to a normal pace, they are on their feet in anticipation.

“NO-TOR-I-OUS!”

“SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!”

Wasting little time in making his appearance, Justin Michaels crashes onto the stage, and looks out into the screaming crowd. He does his best to avoid the danger zone with the Club V sign moments from lights out for good. With his arms stretched out wide, he turns to the broken sign and then back towards the ring with a “look what I did” smile plastered all over his face.

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

“There were talks about Stormm not appearing on Club Vivacious going around the locker room earlier tonight.” Jerry announces before shoving in another bite of mashed potatoes.

“I was hoping those weren’t just rumors.” Anderson scoffed

Making his way over to the bar, Stormm holds up one finger, and Remi pours the Force of Nature a shot that he snatches up quick, but hesitates before downing. With the shit eating grin still cemented on his face, he takes the tiny drink back towards the entrance, just underneath where the “V” in the Club V neon sign is dangling, and sets the drink down on the stage before making his way towards the ring.

“Stormm isn’t set to wrestle until the main event tonight, Ace,” His mouth still coated with starchy goodness, forcing Anderson to dodge bits of chewed food as Jerry continues his play-by-play duties. “But he’s already in full battle gear, and looks like he’s ready to go now. He didn’t even throw one back.”

Circling around the backside of the ring, like he always does before entering, Justin runs his right pointer finger through Jerry’s mashed potatoes. The sight of whatever was on Ace’s plate was too much to handle, and instead of downing the turkey day staple, he instead flicks the potatoes off his finger, and onto the announce table before climbing into the ring.

“Um,” Vivacious huddles with Stormm, “you didn't get the memo?” Stormm shakes his head no, his high brows raise Vivacious’,“No? The memo where you were supposed to find a Kyle Shane costume and…” Again, Stormm shakes his head and pushes past his Notorious ally. “Well, did you have to break my...” Stormm shushes Vivacious with that one finger that Vivacious particularly favors, in any situation other than this, and grabs the microphone out of his brother-in-law’s hand.

“Trouble in paradise,” Anderson continues to have a laugh, “I... am loving... every... second... of this… I swear.”

Stormm’s focus immediately changes, and he is dead set on Kyle Shane.

“These two will be teaming up tonight,” Jerry mentions, “against Gabriel and Seromine, the same individuals that Stormm and Kyle Shane will challenge for the PCW North American and World titles, respectively.”

“Do you really think,” Anderson stops, “never mind.”

The intensity of the crowd has finally died down, and Stormm takes a step back from Kyle before raising the microphone to his mouth. “Let me start out by apologizing.” The words caused the crowd to hush even more than they already had, some out of confusion and others out of curiosity. “Let me apologize for Johnny parading you out here,” Looking back at his in-law with a glare, “On OUR show, wasting OUR time, just so you could talk about two other men’s… loins.”

Justin backs away from Kyle Shane, that big smile spanning ear to ear again as he starts to pace, like normal. “Now, I know you beat me a couple weeks ago, but let me give you a dollars worth of free advice.” He plants his feet and points his opened left hand at the number one contender’s face before motioning towards his nether region with a scrunched face. “That’s probably not the kind of stuff you should be thinking about if you are as serious about winning the World title as you say you are; save that kind of noise for the next season of Pure Class Reality.”

The crowd pops at the mention of the long gone Pure Class Wrestling reality show of years past, with some laughter mixed in. “He’d be wise to stop taking Kyle so lightly here, after all, the man did just pin him a couple weeks ago.”

“I’m inclined to agree.” Jerry acknowledges his broadcast partner, one of few rare occasions where the two are in unison on a topic.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I didn’t just come out here for that.” The Force of Nature begins to pace again. “No, I also came out here to give you the opportunity to thank me.” The crowd once again falls to a stunned silence. “It only seems appropriate given the fact that little speech you just gave, loins not included, I wrote for you over the last decade.”

“I think Stormm may be referring to the similarities in their careers.” Jerry surmises.

“I don’t think anyone would have come to that conclusion without you.”

“Your Underground title reign, back when that division actually mattered, it was the Genesis title, and I won it twice. Once in 2006, setting the foundation for the up and coming superstars in PCW, and again in 2014, never losing it before they introduced that new piece of garbage.” Stormm’s stride lengthens, and his path has gotten longer, as he begins to pace from one rope to the other. “The Icemann Invitational, I won that in 2006 as well.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it already.” Anderson interjects.

“The man is just trying to prove his point, Ace, just sit back and enjoy.” Jerry asserts.

With the fore and middle fingers on his left hand out, the Force of Nature continues to count the similarities between the two superstars. “Now that North American title you just lost not too long ago,” He extends his ring finger. “I won that at Return to Glory in 2014, and held onto it for 253 days before losing it, making me one of the longest reigning North American Champions in Pure Class Wrestling history.”

Justin’s pacing subsides, and the three fingers being held up on his hand, goes back to just one, and he looks out into the audience for what might have felt like an eternity for some, and the cheers begin to roll back in. “But Kyle, there’s one thing that still sets us apart, other than the fact that you won ONE match against me. That’s your wet dream to ‘take’ the World title, whereas I have actually won it before.”

“Back in 2011, Ace,” Jerry chimes in. “Stormm won the world title for the first time, beating out Loki in a cage match at Return to Glory.”

“And he hasn’t let anyone forget about it since.”

Walking over to the nearest corner, where Johnny Vivacious has kept his distance from since Stormm took his microphone, the Force of Nature perches on the top turnbuckle. “I may not have earned the right to fight for the World title at Collision Course in a couple of weeks, but you can bet your entire cosplay collection that it’s just a matter of time before I’m right there where I belong.” His gaze has fixated back on Kyle as the crowd cheers for Stormm, and his crusade to reclaim the World title for the first time in over six years.

“Someone is more full of himself tonight than usual, don’t you think Jer?”

“I won’t mistake his determination for anything other than that, and look forward to seeing what the Force of Nature does at Collision Course and beyond.” Jerry affirms. “Especially tonight, as we get a sneak peek at our North American and World title matches for the pay-per-view in the form of a tag team match-up with all four competitors.”

“Maybe you’ll be World Champion when that time comes, maybe you won’t be.” Justin hops down from the top rope, and meanders over to Kyle Shane, who has been stoically standing there, eyeing the Force of Nature since he entered the ring. “Maybe I’ll hold the North American title for a while again, maybe I won’t.” Getting into Kyle’s face, Justin is as close as he can be without the two touching, and he furls his brow. “But you can go to the bank on the fact that Trauma Two Twenty-One won’t be the only time we see each other on opposite sides of the ring, or even tonight being the only time we’re forced into a tag match with each other.”

Stormm holds the microphone out to Vivacious, turns his entire arm and drops the microphone before his brother-in-law could snatch it.

As Kyle Shane exits the ring, the camera pans around. Vivacious and Stormm, nose to nose in the center of the ring with a broken Club Vivacious set on the stage in the background.

“Folks,” Jerry breaks into the tension, “we have to go to commercial. We will be right back!”

"The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…"

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.

Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing One-hundred ninety-five pounds, HIGH TIDE!

He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner

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…

Sasha Greene: Being accompanied by Horacio Mortimer. He hails from Salisbury, England. Weighing three-hundred sixty-five pounds, the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion, 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.

Sasha Greene: And their opponents!

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Rising Sun roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start cheering loudly almost drowning out the music.

Sasha Greene: From the Land of the Rising Sun, Tokyo, Japan. Weighing FIVE-HUNDRED pounds...here is HIROSHI YUKIO!

Hiroshi Yukuo steps through the curtain his face lit up with a smile

He walks slowly down the ramp as the cheering intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.

He waves to the crowd as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and takes a selfie with him.

As he continues 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 cheering.

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring waiting for his opponent.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner…

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?

'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of the next superstar. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react in various manners. The atmosphere is intense as not one fan reacts indifferently. However, what is clear is that the boos outweigh the cheers as images of Tyler Scott flash on the big screen.

Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

Tyler Scott appears from the curtain, a steely and focused expression across his face. He pauses and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.

Sasha Greene: Now, making his way to the ring, from London, England. He is the British Lion...Tyler Scott!!!

He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the centre where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the fans, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

Tag Team Match
High Tide and Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Hiroshi Yukio and Tyler Scott
Referee: Manny Cruz

DING!
DING!
DING!

On one side we have the number one contender to the Underground title and Tyler Scott. On the other is the reigning Underground champion and the man he went to war with in the final for it. This should be a most interesting tag match. High Tide jumps into the fray, targeting Tyler Scott. Only problem is Hiroshi steps in front and collides with the pirate, dropping him on his booty. Scott is rearing to go, but Yukio decides HE will start. Tide scoots back as he looks up at the much larger adversary. Yukio reaches down and picks him up like he was a feather. Tide is flung into a corner. Yukio charges and almost hits, but is able to stop. Tide throws a dropkick. A second. A third. The wobbly Yokozuna is against the corner. High Tide leaps into action. He cranks back and starts to fire ten shots to the head. By seven, he realizes they are having no effect. By eight and nine, the effort slows. By ten, it’s barely touching. If Tide were to channel his inner Wile E. Coyote, he’d be holding a sign that reads YELP!

Yukio grins as he hoists Tide high in the air. He charges out and drops the pirate with a thunderous powerbomb. Tide snaps up, then falls back over. He is pulled to the returning corner and left laying. Hiroshi hits the ropes (Tyler blind tags) and drills Tide with a running hip attack. He is prevented from going any further as the referee let’s him know about the tag. Scott tells his partner to get out of the way. Yukio stares daggers, but follows the rules. High Tide is pulled up to his feet and is sliced with a, WOOO, knife edge chop! Tide covers up, but then fires a shot to the side of Tyler’s head. Scott levels the pirate with a standing headbutt. Tide is sent to the opposite corner. Scott follows him in with a clothesline. He transitions into a running bulldog, planting Tide’s kisser in the mat. Scott waits for the right moment to pull off a springboard punch (Yukio tags himself back in during the transition). Tide favors his jaw, but again, has the luck of the referee on his side. Scott finds himself being prevented from remaining in the ring. He protests angrily, and as Yukio comes in, let’s his feelings be known in no uncertain terms.

Jerry Andrews: If you had a bet on Hiroshi and Tyler, you may be losing money tonight. They can’t seem to get along here early.

Ace Anderson: Yukio is not someone I would want to piss off. But Tyler seems unconcerned. Whatever the case may be, High Tide is thankful.
High Tide throws a desperation headbutt into the gut of Yukio. It does nothing. Yukio brushes himself off as High Tide looks up with pleading eyes. He fires a pair of shots to the rotund belly. Yukio laughs heartily as he chops Tide down. Tide finds himself picked up, but he scores with a rake of the eyes. Clothesline. Barely does anything. Tide uses his speed to land a jumping heel kick. Yukio is staggered, but nothing else. High Tide has no time to waste here. He hits the ropes. Diving spear! He bounces off. Tide collects himself and throws another. Yukio is on a knee. Tide hooks an arm around Yukio’s neck and drops. DDT. High Tide celebrates facing Dominator. Yukio no sells the DDT. Tide is being alerted by Horacio that he’s an idiot he needs to look out behind him. Tide pauses. Yukio taps him on the shoulder. He slowly looks back and again pleads, proclaiming he’s sorry. Tide slaps Yukio HARD across the face with a leap. The crowd collectively can be heard going “OHH” from the sound.

Jerry Anderson: Funeral services for High Tide will be held in the Pure Class Arena…

Yukio is no longer playing nice. He lunges at High Tide, but he quickly runs to the safety of his corner for a tag to Dominator. The top rope is shoved down to the middle as the Underground champion puts one leg into the ring. Then the other. The two behemoths size one another up, then go “face to face” in the middle. Dominator has the height. Yukio has the weight. Neither man is afraid of the other. The fans are loving it. Horacio is heard counting time down. Dominator strikes first. Yukio is stunned, but shakes it off, and fires back a shot of his own. Dominator snaps his head around. His second shot is more heavy handed than the first. Yukio spins back on his foot. The power output actually surprising him. He smirks. Yelling something in Japanese, Dominator finds himself on the receiving end of palm strikes that drive him back into the ropes. Yukio takes him by the hair and brings him into a headbutt. Dominator is whipped into the ropes. He reverses. Yukio returns and is BODYSLAMMED like it was nothing. Dominator roars from his display of strength. Yukio, for being as big as he is, is quickly up. Dominator finds himself being bodyslammed now. He as well gets up rather quick.

Dominator, in a huff, demands Yukio test things. Hiroshi hits the ropes and the two bulls collide. Dominator takes his turn and again, shoulderblocks are handed out. The two men jaw jack one another and go in opposite directions. Dominator catches Yukio, however, in a quick bearhug. He powers his massive arms around the large body of Yukio. Hiroshi bell claps him almost immediately to prevent damage. With Dominator stunned, he finds himself taken over with a belly to back suplex. Yukio fees off the energy of the crowd. Tyler Scott receives a tag and is instructed to go up top. Channeling the Midnight Express, the odd couple deliver what they called the “Rocket Launcher,” which was an assisted splash off the top. Yukio steps onto the apron. Scott keeps pace with a double stomp. He catches wind of Horacio calling out the time in order to motivate him to get going, and tells him where he can stick that. Scott reaches down to pull up his much larger opponent, but finds his throat being throttled. Scott gazes in wide-eyed terror as Dominator powers his way up to deliver a one-armed chokeslam!

Scott is pulled into the air and put down with a second one. Dominator eyed Yukio the entire way. Dominator’s raw power continues as his grip remains around Tyler’s throat. Again, he is lifted in the air and this time is set along the massive shoulders. Dominator falls back with a fallaway slam, crushing the ribs of Scott. Dominator gets up to his feet. Like before, his latest output was while eyeing Yukio. High Tide is tagged back into the match and he wastes no time putting the kicks to Tyler Scott.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide back in when things favor him. He keeps things going for his team. High Tide and Dominator are working pretty well together tonight.

Ace Anderson: Any good captain knows how to navigate rough waters. He’s earned the right to have smooth sailing.

Scott is pulled close to the center. Tide hits the ropes and lands a beauty of a springboard moonsault. He gets up and saunters over to Yukio, taunting him from a safe distance. Yukio just keeps his calm. Getting inside won’t help matters. Tide returns to Scott. He brings him up and takes a sudden upper cut. Scott drills him in the teeth with a forearm blast. This is followed by a wheelbarrow face buster. Scott, while still feeling the effects of Dominator’s attack, makes the tag. He demands Yukio stay as aggressive as he did. Hiroshi plucks High Tide up in a bearhug and then runs him corner to corner, smashing his back with mass impact each time. Yukio hits those ropes, lifts off mid-air and comes down with a missed leg drop! The ring shakes from impact. High Tide knows he was seconds away from disaster. While favoring his back, he crawls to Dominator and tags him in. He steps over the ropes and collects Yukio. Dominator has studied long and hard the concept of time, so he knows exactly how much time he has before Yukio recovers.

Hiroshi is sent into the ropes and takes a big boot for his efforts, dropping him instantaneously. Dominator drops a series of elbows into the chest of Yukio. He goes for a pin.

1!

2!

not even close to three. Horacio argues the count from ringside, but nothing doing. Dominator is back on his feet. Yukio is brought up on his. To show that he is the strongest man in Pure Class Wrestling, Dominator picks Yukio up over his head. In one hoist, he shocks the crowd by GORILLA PRESSING Hiroshi Yukio in the air. Yukio lands on an awaiting knee for a gut buster. HOLY SHIT chants break out, as Dominator made that look way too easy. It didn’t come without a cost as he seems to be favoring his previously injured knees. High Tide senses this and blind tags himself in. Dominator stands in his way, looking hot tempered. He wasn’t injured. Just the display made his joints ache. Tide nonchalantly plays it off. He squeezes around his partner and catches Yukio with dropkick while he is seated. Tide tries to drag Yukio, but yeah. That isn’t happening. High Tide staggers back from the weight not moving anywhere. He shakes his head and improvises by shoving Tyler Scott off the apron. This draws the referee over to prevent interference.

Tide reaches into his boot and comes out with a satchel full of doubloons. Yukio has his head worked over momentarily. Tide sneaks his object back in before the referee can notice. The fans saw everything and are vocal in telling the referee about it. High Tide denies any responsibility, proclaiming the fans are seeing things. The referee issues a warning that next time he’ll check his boots. Tide shrugs. Yukio assists with Tide bringing him up. High Tide headbutts him, but takes the worst end of it. His effort does keep Yukio on the defensive. Tide drags him to a corner with his back to it. He hooks Yukio around the head and spins around for an attempted tornado DDT. Yukio swings, but throws the pirate the hell off of him. This allows Yukio a breather in the corner. Dominator charges the length of the apron in an attempt to catch Hiroshi resting. It fails as Yukio gives him a shot to the head, knocking him partially off. When Tide turns himself around, he wishes he hadn’t, because Yukio connects with a running super kick! Tide falls down like a broken mast. The fans chant for Hiroshi. Tyler Scott watches from the apron, but isn’t looking like a willing partner. Yukio crawls over, inching closer and closer. Scott has yet to stick his hand out, drawing boos among the chants.

He tags in when the moment arrives!

A springboard dropkick says hello to High Tide. Tyler flashes some speed of his own with palm strikes. He catches Tide with a Full Nelson overhead throw! Tyler leans against the ropes, yelling at High Tide. The dazed pirate returns to his feet. Tyler slides through his legs, catching his ankles in the process. This drops Tide face first into the mat. Tyler rolls onto the apron. He eyes the vocal Horacio Mortimer and the monster, Dominator. His focus returns to High Tide.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott could be looking for the final nail in the coffin for High Tide here.

Scott leaps onto the top rope, he bends his knees, and then extends them for a double stomp. Only it nets canvas. Tide rolls himself over as he catches Tyler with a quick side kick to the head, bringing him down to his level. High Tide is hurting and finds himself resorting to crawling on all fours towards his corner. Tyler grabs him by the foot, looking to sink in a reverse heel lock! Tide scrambles from desperation to fight this. Tyler wins the battle. He places immense pressure on Tide’s Achilles tendon by pushing his foot backwards. Tide yells in complete agony. Dominator senses things going south for his team. He steps over the ropes faster than usual. Dominator kicks Tyler’s hands off. He then issues an ankle lock (of all things) on him! Tyler finds himself feeling the pain, allowing High Tide to pull himself away from the action. The referee steps in to break things up. Dominator, again understanding how time he had to inflict damage, relinquishes the submission. He returns to the apron and takes the tag.

Before going after Tyler, Dominator shoulder charges Yukio off the apron, forcing the big man to hit the floor off balanced. Tyler Scott is broken in half with a FORCE OF TIME. Dominator roars, receives instruction from Horacio and goes for the coup de grace. SPLAT! Anachronism connects. Dominator wastes little time going for the pin.

1!

2!

3!

The ref calls for the bell and this one is over.

Sasha Greene: Here are the winners of the match, Dominator and High Tide!

Winners: Dominator and High Tide via Pinfall

“Losing my Religion” by Trivium plays inside of the arena as Dominator stands triumphantly. He lays his eyes on High Tide. Now that the match is over...yeah. You can see where this is going.

Ace Anderson: What the hell…?

Jerry Andrews: We have some unruly fans, here. Security!

Ace Anderson: Those aren’t fans!

The camera shot displays a pair of black clad intruders hopping the railing. They jump Hiroshi Yukio first, beating on him like they were mobsters ordered to do a hit. Laying waste to a pair of steel chairs, they race into the ring and pummel Tyler Scott next. He finds himself being dropped with a spike brainbuster. Who these two are is anyone’s guess, because their identities are hidden under ski masks. Dominator is now in their crosshairs. He cracks his knuckles. He cranks his neck and dares them to try it. Horacio gives instruction for him to leave. High Tide chop blocks BOTH knees from behind, dragging Dominator down. The two intruders rip their masks off…

Jerry Andrews: WASP!

Ace Anderson: ARICA “TROUBLE” LEWITT!

Jerry Andrews: What in the name of Luis Malave is going on here?!

Wasp and Lewitt put down the Underground champion by working over the weak point knees. They then tandem to bring him to his wobbly feet. High Tide (still feeling the pain in his foot) has gone up top. Off the Plank! The trio high-five one another and leave the scene of the crime.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott has been laid out by that attack. Hiroshi Yukio is starting to pull himself up.

Ace Anderson: And he doesn't look happy. I can't blame him.

Yukio stands up and begins to walk to the back when suddenly a hissing of static can be heard and the Tron lights up and a single sentence can be read

“Soon the truth shall set you free!”

Ace Anderson: What the hell is this? It’s not on my format? Who is doing this?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know but whoever it is seems to be in control of our production and our PCW Tron!

Cameras cut backstage where Mr Hughes stands by a laptop awaiting a incoming Skype call from the mysterious stranger who has been meeting with Hiroshi these past months.

“Hello again Mr Yukio, my employer wants to give you one final message before you make your decision..”

The digitally distorted voice speaks from the laptop.

“Hiroshi listen to me very carefully. I won’t repeat myself twice.

You know what must be done and you know what lies within. Set yourself free and be real once again...”

Then the date and time for the Collision Course PPV flashed across the screen before going dead.

The other competitiors look on completely confused by the message, but Hiroshi looks troubled and shaking his head he leaves the ring and walks sadly backstage

Ace Anderson: What was that supposed to mean?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea but Hiroshi does and he doesn’t look very happy about it.

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 227 pounds... 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: Well, we've already seen Johnny V tonight, and he promised a hell of a matchup here, but he has to know he's up against a veteran here in PCW tonight.

Ace Anderson: Listen, I may not like Johnny V's attitude, or... him, at all, that much, but I can't dispute that the guy has been around the block himself a few times. In fact, in some ways that may need you to make some uncomfortable phone calls.

Jerry Andrews: But can he match up to the high flying intensity and hardcore brilliance of Crazy Boy tonight?

:: NO TOR I OUS ::

In big, red letters on the PCW tron the words appear as they echo over the arena.

:: SO NOTORIOUS ::

Announcer From Corpus Christi, Texas, he is two-hundred twenty-eight pounds on a six-foot frame. Accompanied to the ring by his partner Justin "Stormm" Michaels", he is infamous, he is notorious, he is JOHNNY VIVACIOUS!

The first verse kicks in as Pure Class Wrestling most notorious network liability steps through the curtain. Standing at the top of the stage, professional wrestling's Man in Black stands. He looks different than the Johnny Vivacious of the past, but only because the platinum blonde spikes are now his natural black and no longer at attention atop his head. Otherwise, in full-throat, the fans both cheer and boo for the same most-loved and passionately-hated public enemy, as he paces the stage, waving his arms high into the air and flipping ashes about as he verbally provokes the love (and disdain) of the fans.

Jerry Andrews: Notorious are here in full effect, Michaels has accompanied Johnny V's entourage here at ringside.

Ace Anderson: I still doubt if Johnny V is taking Tyrone seriously enough, but I can see that Johnny's got a few aces in his sleeve.

Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Johnny Vivacious
Referee: Nigel Gale

The two men circle each other, and go to lock up. PersfectJohnny V stops at the last second, and turns give a double one-finger raised taunt. Crazy Boy waits for a moment, and then Johnny V turns back toward him and holds his arms out. Vivacious shuttles Crazy Boy to the ropes. As they are rebounding, he runs his right hand through his arm pit and catches them with a sweat-soaked pie face. Crazy Boy looks up with a look of disgust, not just because of any offensive odor, but just because of the principle of the thing.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Vivacious, with the utmost lack of respect, starting things off with Served Dirty!

An annoyed Crazy Boy collides into a tie up, but Johnny V, taking advantage of Tyrone's lack of focus pushes Crazy Boy back towards the ropes. Crazy Boy pushes back and the two jockey for position for a moment, before Johnny V twists Crazy Boy's arm with an arm wrench, and then works it into an wristlock. Crazy Boy drops to his back, and uses his legs to push Johnny V off, and he gets quickly up to his feet, but Johnny V stops him by holding out his hand. Crazy Boy calls for another tieup, test of strength style, and the two men lock hands and Crazy Boy starts to push Johnny V down to his knees. Crazy Boy laughs, and exerts more pressure, and Johnny V slowly starts to buckle, and the Johnny V falls to his back and uses his legs to kick Crazy Boy off and fling him into the air. Crazy Boy quickly lands on his feet, but as he turns around Johnny V takes him down with an arm drag. Crazy Boy slaps the mat, and tries to pull free, but Johnny V twists his arm into an armbar. Crazy Boy screams. Johnny V twists his arm, and Crazy Boy reaches for the ropes, but they're out of reach. Suddenly, Crazy Boy flings his free elbow back into the side of Johnny V’s temple, then another, then another, making Johnny V release the hold. Johnny V crawls to his feet, and Crazy Boy gets up, shakes his arm to get some feeling into it, and runs at Johnny V for a clothesline. Johnny V scouts it, takes Crazy Boy to the mat with a judo takedown, and holds on to his arm, twisting it into a keylock.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny V is using his technical expertise to it's fullest.

Ace Anderson: And that's working... until it's not.

Crazy Boy screams, as Johnny V cinches in the hold. The crowd is starting to get behind both men, and Crazy Boy is pushing himself up with his free hand. With Johnny V still holding his arm behind him in a keylock, Crazy Boy pushes over so that Johnny V's shoulders are pinned to the mat. The ref counts...

One... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is trying to find any way he can to take Johnny out of his game.

Ace Anderson: Not so crazy, boy?

Johnny V gets to his feet, and pulls Crazy Boy up. He goes to whip Crazy Boy to the ropes, but Crazy Boy reverses, sending Johnny V to the ropes. At the last second, Johnny V hops up to balance on the second rope for a moment, then springboards off and takes Crazy Boy down with a flying arm drag. Crazy Boy gets to his feet, and Johnny V takes him back down to a sitting position with a snapmare, then runs off the ropes in front of Crazy Boy and comes in with a baseball slide dropkick to the face of Crazy Boy. Johnny V covers...

The referee: One... Kickout.

Crazy Boy is getting right to his feet but Johnny V shoots in and secures a side headlock on Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy backs into the ropes and tries to push Johnny V loose, but Johnny V, in a bulldog like maneuver jumps to the mat, keeping the lock sealed tight.

Jerry Andrews: Vivacious' ring presence here is second to none.

Ace Anderson: I think that's a pretty broad stroke to paint that in. Second to none, like of everyone around? Well...

Jerry Andrews: He's run circles around Crazy Boy right now.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, Crazy Boy, but... everyone? Ehhh....

Jerry Andrews: If you're trying to say except for you, I'm going to stop you right there.

Crazy Boy struggles for a moment, then fights his way back to his feet in which he staggers to the nearby ropes and wraps his arm around the top rope. The referee forces Johnny V to break, and he obliges. Crazy Boy looks up at Johnny V, then they go to lock up again, this time Johnny V floats around behind Crazy Boy looking for a rear waistlock but Crazy Boy reverses as he floats around behind Johnny V, strapping on a rear waistlock. Johnny V moves around trying to break Crazy Boy's grip loose but Crazy Boy muscles Johnny V to the mat with a belly to back amateur takedown. Crazy Boy then floats over and straps a front facelock on Johnny V. Johnny V after a moment is able to work his way to all fours and then fireman's carry Crazy Boy to the mat. Johnny V goes back to locking on a side headlock. Crazy Boy brings his legs up and clamps a headscissors around Johnny V's head with his thighs, pulling him loose. Johnny V struggles in the hold for a moment, and then uses his leg strength to bridge over with a jackknife pin. The referee counts.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Johnny V gets to his feet and grips Crazy Boy's arms, and pulls them back with a knee in Crazy Boy's back in a surfboard submission. Crazy Boy screams, and tries to get to his feet, but Johnny V pulls back on the hold. The ref asks Crazy Boy if he gives up, but Crazy Boy does not reply. Crazy Boy slowly starts getting to his feet, and he twists around and before Johnny V can react, Crazy Boy drops down with a surprise jawbreaker. Johnny V lays on the mat, holding his jaw. Crazy Boy rests for a moment, then gets to his feet, pulling Johnny V up. He clubs Johnny V over the back several times, and then Johnny V fights back by flinging an elbow into his midsection. Johnny V starts getting to his feet as he lays a few rights and elbows into the face of Crazy Boy, but Crazy Boy cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Crazy Boy grips his head and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker. Crazy Boy drops an elbow across his chest, then several more. He starts to go for a cover, but pulls off. He lifts Johnny V up, and whips him to the ropes. He swings for a clothesline, but Johnny V ducks. Johnny V turns around, right into a knee to the midsection from Crazy Boy, who then plants Johnny V with a facebuster. He applies a rear chinlock submission to Johnny V as he wraps his legs around Johnny V's midsection in a body scissors. Johnny V flails his arms, but Crazy Boy has the hold in tightly. Johnny V screams "No!" and continues flailing his arms and trying to reach for the ropes. Crazy Boy keeps his legs firmly grapevined, and the chinlock in place.

Jerry Andrews: Can Johnny V get out from between Crazy Boy's legs?!

Ace Anderson: There's a lot to unpack in what you just said and I just want to circle back to it -

Johnny V looks to be starting to fade. The ref holds his limp hand up, once, twice... on the third time his hand stays in the air as Johnny V starts getting his second wind. Johnny V screams with effort as he pushes Crazy Boy's legs apart, and slowly starts making his way to his feet. Finally, Johnny V is on his feet, and he flings an elbow back into Crazy Boy's midsection, then does it again, and again, trying to make Crazy Boy loosen the hold. Johnny V starts to break free and run off the ropes, but before he can, Crazy Boy grips him by the hair and dashes his head down to the mat with force. Crazy Boy covers.

The referee: One…





Two… Kickout.

Crazy Boy holds his hands up to play to the crowd, receiving a decent reaction. Crazy Boy pulls Johnny V up, and whips him into the corner, then he comes in looking for a corner splash, but Johnny V moves at the very last second. Crazy Boy staggers backwards, and Johnny V quickly rolls him up from behind with a schoolboy.

The referee: One...







Two… Kickout.

Crazy Boy and Johnny V rise at the same moment, and Johnny V boots Crazy Boy in the gut and drops down with a wicked looking DDT that leaves Crazy Boy nearly vertically driven into the mat. Crazy Boy flops over. Johnny V takes a moment to begin stomping Crazy Boy, and stomps every exposed part of Crazy Boy’s body as he circles him. Finally, he drops a knee across Crazy Boy’s forehead. Johnny V arrogantly holds his hands up, taking in the boo’s from the crowd. Justin "Stormm" Michaels applauds at ringside. Johnny Vivacious forces the opponent onto all fours with kicks and strikes. He then climbs on to the back of the opponent before jumping in the air and dropping an elbow on the back of Crazy Boy's neck with a Hell-Bow.

Crowd, in unison: HELL-BOW!!!

Not satisfied, Johnny V lifts Crazy Boy up and gives him a harsh backbreaker, then stretches him across his knee. He shouts for Crazy Boy to give up.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny V has used his skills to pick Tyrone apart, and thus far we've seen little of his signature high flying offense.

The ref asks over and over again if Crazy Boy will give up, but he refuses. Johnny V stretches Crazy Boy further until his spine looks like it’s beginning to curve. Crazy Boy is contorting and throwing his arms around. Johnny V finally settles for shoving Crazy Boy to the mat. He laughs in arrogance, and gives Crazy Boy a kick to the ribs. Johnny V jogs around the ring, dancing and waiting for Crazy Boy to get up. When Crazy Boy gets up, he avoids a superkick, and Johnny V turns around into a roundhouse kick. Crazy Boy whips Johnny V into the corner and follows it up with a running enziguri in the corner. Crazy Boy picks Johnny V back up, and shoves him back into the corner. He begins booting Johnny V down a few times, and then he climbs up to the second turnbuckle and begins laying into Johnny V's head with a ten-punch combo. As the crowd counts along, 1...2...3...4...5...6... However, Johnny V pushes Crazy Boy off to the side and makes sure he gets hung up on the top rope throat first. Johnny V rolls to the outside so that he can take a breather, and Justin "Stormm" Michaels comes over to check on his notorious partner.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny V knew he had to find a way to interrupt the momentum Crazy Boy was building.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but now he's ducking outside like a coward! Was the heat getting to be too much for him?

Crazy Boy, having recovered holding his throat and shaking the cobwebs on the inside of the ring, looks up from his down position to see Stormm and Johnny V. Crazy Boy definitely does not want to let both Notorious Boys have their way if he can help it, so he exits between the ropes to the outside and starts advancing towards them. Johnny V is on one side of Tyrone, and Stormm is on the other, and Crazy Boy looks back and forth between them. Johnny V feeds Crazy Boy into the waiting area of Stormm, who drops him with a boot, and Johnny V has rolled back into the ring, getting the referee's attention and milking it for all it's worth. Johnny V protests that he has something in his eye in such an over the top fashion that the ref has no choice but to investigate. Meanwhile, Stormm, on the outside, is stomping a mudhole in the midsection of Crazy Boy. While the ref is distracted still checking for an errant speck in johnny V's blinded eye, Stormm grabs Crazy Boy and slings him sideways by the hair and back of his pants so he collides with the guardrail. Crazy Boy moans in pain.

Jerry Andrews: This isn't right! As we saw in the main event last week, Notorious are doing whatever they can to bend the rules.

Ace Anderson: Stormm is out here mugging Crazy Boy on the outside while Johnny Vivacious is keeping the referee's attention on him.

Johnny V is satisfied with his eye situation and goes back over to the other side of the ring after Justin has rolled Crazy Boy back under the bottom rope. Vivacious locks on a front face lock and drapes the oppenent's inside arm over his shoulder. Vivacious lifts Crazy Boy into a stalling suplex, holding him in an upside-down position at the peak of the arc for several seconds before falling backwards completing a lightning quick 360° pivot before impact.

Jerry Andrews: Blended Whammie!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy took so much punishment on the outside, I don't know if he can even answer.

The ref answers Johnny V's cover.

The referee: One...







Two...







Thr- Kickout.

Johnny V complains and yells "Come on!!" and slaps the mat. He gets to his feet, gripping Crazy Boy by the back of the head and walking him over towards the rope. He slaps Crazy Boy across the face and then he deadlifts him up on a shoulder and deposits Crazy Boy up on the top rope. He gives Crazy Boy a few right hands, then climbs up, motioning to the crowd as he gets set to give Crazy Boy a frankensteiner, but Crazy Boy headbutts him in the groin and pushes Johnny V back to the mat. Crazy Boy flies off with a textbook missile dropkick that plows right into his opponent, at which point, Johnny V then does the most epic selling job of all time. Johnny V bounces backwards and flops end over end, and when he does get back to a vertical base he teeters like a drunk for approximately fifteen seconds before falling flat back down on his face. Crazy Boy takes in the antics of Johnny V from a seated position on the other side of the ring with bemusement. Johnny V rolls out under the bottom rope, dazed and swaying like he has an inner ear problem. Johnny wanders over to a fan at ringside and still in a daze he snatches a bottle of water from out of their hands, and he upends the water on his waiting mouth. After being drenched with the water, Johnny just slumps down face first.

Jerry Andrews: That was... that has to have been the most devastating Crazy Drop in PCW history.

Ace Anderson: He's just being a drama queen, as usual.

Crazy Boy, annoyed by the dramatic exit of Johnny V from the ring, rolls out to get Johnny. Stormm comes up from behind him, but this time, Crazy Boy whirls and points at him, and Stormm stops. Crazy Boy lifts Johnny V's still dazed body up and he rolls him towards the ring. And then, Johnny V keeps rolling, trying to put as much difference between him and Crazy Boy as he can before Tyrone can get in the ring. Crazy Boy puts a little extra speed into going over and picking up Johnny V, who responds with an inside cradle.

The referee: One...







Two…









Three - Kickout.

They both get up to their feet, but Johnny V cuts Crazy Boy off with a knee to the gut. He takes Crazy Boy down with a snap suplex, then floats into a cover. Crazy Boy with a quick kickout! Vivacious quickly pulls him up....

Jerry Andrews: Fisherman's Hangover!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

The referee: One...







Two…









Three!!!

Winner: Johnny Vivacious Via Pinfall

Johnny V raises his arms in celebration. He then reaches down and helps Crazy Boy to his feet before leaving the ring.

Jerry Andrews: A nice show of sportsmanship there from Johnny V!

Ace Anderson: Whatever.

Johnny Vivacious is halfway up the ramp when the lights go out. The crowd screams. The lights stay out for several seconds and then come back on again. When they do.... Johnny is standing on the ramp alone.

Jerry Andrews: Huh?

Ace Anderson: Actually a power outage this time?

Vivacious smiles, realizing that it was just a glitch. He starts to walk up the ramp again when..... lights out once more. After a bit longer this time, the arena is lit again and, again, Johnny Vivacious is standing alone. His smile is a bit less natural and a bit more forced this time. He pauses for a second and then starts to walk again.

Lights out again.

After an even longer time period, they come back on. Again nothing. Johnny doesn't wait around. He picks up the pace and heads back through the curtain before anything else can happen.

The cameras pan to Backstage. In a dimly lit stairwell, Tyler Scott sits. Perched on the top step, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, half Tyler’s face is lit by the swaying light bulb above. The other half is in complete shadow.

The dull London accent echoes off the concrete. “In my first run in Pure Class Wrestling I was screwed over time and time again. In my second run in Pure Class Wrestling I was screwed over TIME AND TIME AGAIN!” Tyler Scott suddenly allows his frustrations to explode. “Since coming back to his shit heap, the same pattern has already emerged.”

Scott cracks his knuckles in his cold arthritic hands one after another. “I have had three matches. The first was the Deadly Rumble – multiple opponents and odds stacked against me. One lucky shot and I was eliminated.”

“The second was the Halloween Horror 666 Match with multiple opponents and the odds stacked against me once again. And as if five opponents wasn’t enough, Cory fucking Steel appears to cowardly blindside me, pummelling me with a chair and costing me the victory. Since then, that little shitbrick hasn’t been seen at all. Let me ask you a question Cory Steel – what exactly was the point? If there was a point to your spineless attack, you certainly haven’t proven anything to me. If you have a problem with me – why don’t you look me in the eye and meet me in the ring instead of hitting and running.”

Unwrapping the tape from his hands, he throws the excess onto the floor. “And this week I was placed in a tag team match with a huge sack of worthless dung called Hiroshi Yukio. I do not want to team with anyone let alone a man who looks like a badly packed sack of potatoes. I knew he couldn’t be trusted and he showed that with his utter incompetence.”

“I cannot trust or rely on anyone else. I have spent my entire life being let down by others. I no longer play nicely. I am a singles competitor. I enjoy fighting alone. I relish in facing one opponent and systematically snapping their joints, breaking their bones and tearing their muscles. But I have yet to given that opportunity.”

Tyler picks himself up off the steps and gets to his feet. “Since I have returned to Pure Class Wrestling, I can see that nothing has changed. Different people. Same old shit.”

“Corrupt management. Dodgy booking. Questionable decisions. Appalling writing. This company is a fucking joke.”

Tyler steps forward, backing the cameraman against the wall. “I am talking directly to PCW Management. This once, I will ask nicely. Give me what I want. I will show you exactly what I am capable of.”

“But if Pure Class Wrestling will not change – I will. And that is something that you do not want.”

With that Tyler Scott turns, walks down the stairs and exits via the emergency exit doors at the bottom. The alarm sounds as the doors swing open. Tyler Scott simply walks off.

Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! 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.

Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs two-hundred nineteen pounds. The Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, GABRIEL!

"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 picks up a microphone.

Gabriel: "My brothers and sisters, thank you for being here tonight."

The crowd boos.

Gabriel: "Now, this is not a variety show right now. This is not a quote-unquote entertainment segment. We will not be swilling alcohol or parading around in scandalous attire. No, this is real life. And, my brothers and sisters, real life is not about taking twenty minutes to rattle off your accomplishments before someone else takes twenty minutes to rattle off their own. The sort of ego and bravado that we saw earlier tonight has no place on this program or in this world."

The crowd boos again.

Gabriel: "Never forget, my brothers and sisters, that there is a war going on. It is a war between good and evil, between the righteous and the depraved, between the devout and the sinners. We must always remember our faith and what we believe in. This is not a time for special effects and flashy segments. This is a time to bow our heads in prayer and thank The Lord for everything He has given us. Today especially, we must give thanks to Him for everything that He has done for us and that He continues to do for us. Let us give thanks. Let us pray."

There are even more boos as Gabriel bows his head. After several seconds, he looks back up and starts to speak again.

Gabriel: "Thank you. And now, without further ado, please welcome...."

The pipe organ of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” echoes throughout the arena. As an angelic choir begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and his wife Destiny enter from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy.

Gabriel: "... being accompanied by Destiny Willard, and hailing from Anaheim, California. He weighs two-hundred forty pounds. The Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, our Savior: SEROMINE!"

He halts the clydesdales, then assists Destiny out of the ride. Secured around his waist is the Pure Class Wrestling World Title. Slowly, the pair makes their way down to the ring, stopping to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a mixed reaction churns from the crowd.

Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his wife, who is also dressed in a very conservative, black dress with a white collar and cuffs and two white buttons on the front. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance as they make their way to the ring steps.

He lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He slowly makes his way around the ring, “blessing” the audience to a somewhat ungrateful reaction. Finally, he removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. He hands the championship belt to the time keeper. Destiny kisses her husband as he holds the ropes open for her. She exits to ringside while he waits for his opponents.

Sasha Greene: And their opponents!

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.

Sasha Greene: From Boston, Massachsetts. He weighs two-hundred eighteen pounds, KYLE SHANE!

Kyle snaps the collar to his NCR Ranger duster upward. 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 duster and stretches a few times to get ready.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner…

"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Notorious" by Adelitas Way instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

Sasha Greene - Introducing at this time, from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

The Force of Nature interacts with fans on his way down the ramp as the first verse of "Notorious" accompanies him, but he never gets close enough to high five those begging for them, or to let anyone in the crowd touch him. The smile on his face is ripe with condescension, but the faithful are too amped up to notice. As he makes it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

Sasha Greene - The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the dark arena, mimicking the lightning flashes, and the chorus of his theme song helps set the mood as the lights finally brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

The referee would be smart to get out of the ring as soon as he calls for the bell. There is four powder kegs waiting to explode at first sound. The official is reluctant to do his job initially, sensing what is sure to happen. Their is no lack of barbs being traded across the ring from the two sides. Fans are already vocal about the combustable elements, no doubt egged on by Johnny Vivacious. The referee goes to both sides, and as if he really had to, explains the rules of the match. Seromine shifts his full attention to him, extending a hand as if to say “trust me” even if his fingers are crossed behind his back. The referee backs up and because he has a job to do, calls for the bell.

Tag Team Match
Seromine (World ©) and Gabriel (North American ©) vs Kyle Shane and Justin "Stormm" Michaels w/ Johnny Vivacious
Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!
DING!
DING!

Bedlam pt two, Collision Course boogaloo!

The champions and their challengers charge into battle. Fists fly with fury as everyone jockies for that quick upper hand. Gabriel and Stormm tangle against the ropes; Seromine and Kyle Shane hit the mat. What is this, fight night at the coliseum? The first signs of what could loosely be considered an upper hand go to the heels. Kyle is the recipient of a karate chop to the throat. Stormm has his eyes gouged. The challengers find themselves being worked over against a set of ropes. A double Irish whip. Double duck under. Stormm and Kyle spin on their heels, rather than bounce off the ropes, Seromine and Gabriel turn around and are leveled. Then leveled again. With their backs on the ropes, they find themselves being double clotheslined over the top rope. Kyle and Stormm give a nod. They hit the opposite side with speed. Kyle is over the top with a springboard plancha! Justin Michaels dives between the ropes with a suicide dive! They get up and are on fire.

Jerry Andrews: What a blistering start to this main event!

Ace Anderson: The fans seem to be entertained, Jerry. Maybe I should throw cold water on their fun?

Kyle has followed by sending Seromine into the front row. Stormm introduces Gabriel’s head to the ring apron, then slides into the ring to “distract” the referee. Cue Johnny V, who serves a dirty sweat-soaked pie face to Gabriel. He has no time to deal with his gag reflex. Kyle Shane rolls him into the ring where Stormm takes control. Gabriel is ran corner to corner to each turnbuckle. After the fourth one leaves him dazed and confused, Stormm further adds to his woe with a release German suplex. Kyle takes his spot in the corner as he grabs the tag rope. Cameras pick up a shot of Destiny helping her husband get his wits together. Gabriel is met with a snap suplex. Stormm transitions himself to tag in Kyle. Gabriel is dropped with a second snap suplex. Kyle Shane meets him at the point of impact with a leaping elbow drop, giving Gabriel no time to protect himself.

Picking the rivalry back up, Kyle has Gabriel staggered with a European uppercut, knocking him into the ropes. He unloads a bevy of stinging kicks that work from his ankle up to his ribs. An Irish whip. Gabriel halts his momentum. He attempts to kick Kyle’s head off, but the “God of Game” was expecting it. Gabriel instead finds himself in a T-Bone suplex. Kyle mounts and starts to unload punch after punch to the side of Gabriel’s head. Kyle finishes before the referee can issue a disqualification. He shoots a look at Seromine, daring him to come in and try doing something about it. The look the Serpentine Sermonizer gives in reply, simply put, is unnerving. It’s almost as if he is already preparing Kyle’s eulogy in his head. Gabriel is pulled into a single knee facebuster. Shane extends his hand and tags Stormm back in to the match.

Happy Thanksgiving, make a wish.

Gabriel gingerly sits upright and then falls back over as his legs are moved in an uncompromising position. Stormm flips Gabriel over onto all fours, points at his cohort at ringside and is heard telling him, “This is for you!” Stormm climbs onto Gabriel’s back and in one leap, comes crashing down on his neck with a well timed elbow. Johnny Vivacious is seen leaping in the air and bringing his own elbow down as if he were executing the Hell-Bow himself.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is finding himself in a world of hurt here. It’s a season to be thankful and you can better believe I give thanks to the two men who are making him pay.

Ace Anderson: How fair and balanced of you, Jerry. I hope that when Christmas comes next month, Seromine gives you the gift of crucification.

Jerry Andrews: Like Nathan Saniti gave him?

Ace Anderson: You mean like Seromine gave him first?

Action continues in the ring as Stormm prevents Gabriel from tagging out by connecting with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm rolls back and shows what it is like to be able to tag his partner in. Kyle breezes through the ropes. He barrel rolls into a leaping DDT! Or not. Gabriel somehow has found himself able to halt his fall into oblivion. Kyle Shane is ran back into the enemy corner and without a second wasted, Seromine wraps the tag rope around his throat. Kyle knees for all he’s worth to free himself first of Gabriel’s hold. He throws elbows at Seromine to get loose of the choke. Destiny makes her presence felt as she wraps her arms around Kyle’s feet.

Seromine tags himself in and the holy rollers just go to town on Kyle Shane. The punches, kicks, and eventual stomps are outright vicious in nature. Kyle valiantly tries to fight, but the combination from everyone is just too much. Destiny laughs with evil glee as she moves away from the action with the referee warning her. Seromine drags Kyle out to the center of the ring. Absolution Stomp! Seromine informs Kyle that he is a SINNER with each one. He fish hooks him and buries a knee deep into his spine. Kyle is pulled into an arch from that and dropped with a lungblower. Seromine turns onto his knees. He extends his arms outward and informs everyone to “PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!” which gets a chorus of boos from the faithful.

The Serpentine Sermonizer brings Kyle to his feet, daring him to hit him. Kyle swings wildly, but finds nothing but air. He catches one swing and converts it into a split legged jawbreaker. Kyle staggers into the ropes favoring his face. Seromine distracts the referee as Gabriel hops in to take his fair share of cheap shots. Stormm does his best to point out what’s going on, but the damage has been done. Seromine motions for Gabriel to return to his place on the apron. He walks over and hi-fives his wife before tagging Gabe back into the contest. Kyle is stretched out so Gabriel can fire a shot into the ribs. With Kyle doubled, Gabriel launches a gutwrench suplex. Then a pin.

1.

2.

Kyle kicks out. Gabriel blatantly chokes him. 1-2-3-4, he lets go. Then does it again. 1-2-3-4. Gabriel lets go and smirks at the referee, informing him he has until the count of five. Kyle is pulled up. He catches Gabriel by surprise with a speedy array of kicks. This gets the crowd fired up. Johnny V for his part cheers him on, coaching him up like Mick did Rocky. A thumb to the eye halts that bull. Gabriel rakes Kyle’s face across the top rope and then sends him to his side of the ring. Gabriel tags Seromine back in, but Gabriel continues to get in cheap shots before exiting. Seromine launches into a trio of Northern Lights suplexes. The last of which is a release. He sits up and decides to taunt both members of Notorious. Johnny V gives him a twin finger salute and blows smoke in his direction (it’s well known Seromine doesn’t smoke). Stormm takes a more vocal approach. An F-bomb. But he doesn’t call him by his current name. He instead refers to him as “Anarchist.” Seromine moves towards Stormm, having taken exception to the usage of his previous nickname. Stormm further taunts him with it seeing as he has gotten under his skin. This gives the Notorious duo something to have the fans interact with.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels has found a nerve to strike with Seromine! Or should I say, “The Anarchist” Jason Willard!

Ace Anderson: Don’t you start, Jerry. Seromine has found God and no longer wishes to remember his previous identity.

Jerry Andrews (gleefully): Like Gabriel and Rick Majors?

Ace Anderson: STOP IT!

Seromine covers his ears in protest. This surprising distraction has allowed Kyle Shane to pick himself back up. Destiny yells at her husband to look out, but it’s too late. Seromine is maneuvered into a trio of suplexes and drilled with a sudden brainbuster. Gabriel senses trouble and has enough smarts to jump in to attack Kyle Shane. He gets up and knocks Stormm off of the apron. From there he pulls his leader to their corner, exits, and tags himself into the match. Gabriel aggressively pulls Kyle Shane to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and scores with a chop block to the right knee. He gets up and forces Stormm to kiss his feet with a baseball slide, knocking Michaels into the rail. An incensed Gabriel rolls out to collect him. Stormm is brought to commentary and thrown over the table, narrowly missing the scattered departure of Jerry and Ace. He has a few words for Andrews in particular. Gabriel slides back into the ring. Running clothesline! Gabriel rips Kyle off the mat. Half hatch knee strikes are followed by a million dollar knee lift that spins Kyle Shane around. Gabriel goes for a cover.

1!

2!

Kickout! Gabriel looks up in frustration. He grapevines the right leg of Kyle and pulls him towards Seromine. A quick tag is exchanged. Gabriel offers the worked leg for cheap shot. Seromine has Gabriel put it on the ropes so he can bring all of his weight down on it. Kyle yells in pain. Gabriel gets in one more shot at the knee before exiting. Seromine cinches in a figure four leg lock. Kyle writhes in agony, but is showing no signs of quitting.

Destiny takes her husbands hands and pulls back for extra leverage. Kyle’s pain becomes even more evident. The referee looks over, but doesn’t catch Mrs. Willard in the act. She smiles cheerfully and draws a halo around her head. Across the ring, an enraged Stormm is seen returning to the apron. Destiny gets involved again. Gabriel yells for Kyle to submit. Kyle digs his hands into his head as he looks for that something extra to fight out of this with. Another check and again, Destiny presents herself as an angel who is just there for moral support. Johnny V has noticed and, well, he comes over to chase her away with his smelly armpit hand. Destiny frantically sprays perfume in his direction, but the disgust is evident. The submission is relinquished. Seromine reaches up and tags Gabriel in. A half crab is issued center ring on the worked over right leg. Stormm slaps the turnbuckle pad while stomping his foot on the apron. Fans get behind the cadence as they chant LET’S GO KYLE, LET’S GO! Kyle digs deep as he is forced to fight off a second submission. He looks towards his corner. Justin Michaels has his hand out as far as he can reach, ready to jump in and explode. Gabriel loses ground as Kyle fights his way forward. Seromine races in to deck Stormm where he stands. He laughs as the referee moves him away.

Johnny Vivacious rolls inside and scores an out-of-nowhere DDT on Gabriel to break things up. Destiny is seen and heard yelling at the referee about what just transpired.

Ace Anderson: He isn’t in the match!

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Vivacious just made himself a part of it! Gabriel has no idea what just hit him! And I love it!

Johnny V is out of the ring faster than the referee can turn to see the legal men are both down. He erupts with glee while slapping every hand that is stretched out. His gives his brother-in-law a fist bump in the process before he joins in the cheerleading of Kyle Shane. The referee administers the standard ten count. Kyle is favoring his right knee, but has everyone in the arena on his side. Seromine yells for Gabriel to make the tag first. Stormm paces along the apron as Kyle crawls for his outstretched hand.

Gabriel is able to shake the cobwebs loose. Tag to Seromine. He leap frogs over the top rope and puts on the burners. His attempt to hit Stormm is blocked. Stormm nails him with a staggering forearm shot! Kyle gets the tag! Here comes Justin Michaels! A combination of punches and kicks rocks PCW’s resident preacher. Seromine is sent to the ropes and introduced head over heels to the lights with a back body drop. Stormm runs through him with a clothesline! A second! A third! Seromine has his swing ducked. Spin out powerbomb! Stormm is on his feet. He charges over and knocks Gabriel off the apron, the force of which sends him crashing into the rail. Stormm is up on the top turnbuckle...missile dropkick! Seromine spins backwards. He tries to roll out of the ring, but is prevented from doing so by Johnny V.

Stormm picks him up for a belly to belly suplex. He picks him up a second time and goes the other way with a belly to back suplex. The world champion is in trouble! Stormm picks his spot as he waits for Seromine to get onto his feet. Once he does, Flash Flood! Stormm goes for the cover!

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NO! Seromine gets his shoulder up. Gabriel is in. He pounces on Stormm. Michaels fights his way back up. Gabriel has his arms blown back. Full Nelson slam! Gabriel rolls under the bottom rope. Stormm returns to Seromine, who cuts him off with a quick knee to the abdomen. Seromine grabs a handful of tights and then falls backwards to pull Stormm face first into the buckles. Michaels slumps over. Seromine remains down. Destiny races to his aid as she tries to get him back on the attack. On the apron, Kyle Shane remains recovering as he works out his knee.

NO-TOR-I-OUS!

That chant breaks out now. Seromine pulls himself onto his feet. Gabriel blind tags himself back in. He smashes Stormm in the corner. Michaels is sent for an Irish whip. Reversal. Gabriel collides in enemy territory. Stormm charges in, but Gabriel is out of the way. There is a tag exchanged out of Gabe’s line of sight. Kyle plays it off like he is still favoring his leg. Stormm almost takes a low blow for his troubles (it misses by inches). Gabriel sets up for The Word of the Lord!

One problem. Justin “Stormm” Michaels isn’t the legal man. He also isn’t worked down enough for the finisher. He instead wraps his left arm around Gabriel’s neck, leaning him backwards. With his free right hand, Stormm grabs Gabriel by the pants and lifts him in the air. He bridges him midair and brings him down with an Inverted Implant DDT, a finisher he calls Hangcloud DDT! Michaels springs to his feet. He charges and sends both Seromine and himself out of the ring with a diving tackle. Kyle Shane enters the lion’s den. He limps on his right leg. Gabriel is down, out, and ready to be pinned. Shane looks around at the frenzied crowd.

There’s a smile on his face.

“GET THE FUCK UP YOU AMISH GIMP!”

Kyle calls his shot, levels a bit of trash talk, and when the moment comes, nails a Roundhouse spin kick with his right leg, burying the point of his heel into Gabriel’s left temple. VATS! It knocks him clean out. Kyle grasps the previously worked over knee, but does so while making the cover.

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The referee calls for the bell as this main event showdown is over.

Sasha Greene: Here are the winners of the match, Justin “Stormm” Michaels and Kyle Shane!

Winners: Kyle Shane and Justin Michaels via Pinfall

Kyle is brimming with riotous joy as his music plays. Johnny Vivacious is shown celebrating himself, as he slaps hands. One hand he slaps…

is PHINEHAS GRIMM’S! The color from Johnny V’s face begins to drain. The Hangtown Horror yanks him over the rail and disappears in the sea of faithful with him. Kyle Shane has seen this and hobbles around to see Seromine coming for him. POISON MIST! Kyle’s face is covered in red. He swings at where he last saw Seromine. The Serpentine Serominzer catches this and turns it into a short-arm clothesline. With no wasted time, Kyle Shane is drilled with a nasty looking DDT, thus completing Ashes to Ashes.

DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!

The referee calls for the bell again. Seromine sits up and looks down at his fallen challenger with a vacant look in his eyes. That same gaze greets the official before Seromine tosses him unceremoniously out of the ring. Stormm is in! He spins Seromine around. Stormm fires shot after shot to the head. Seromine is whipped to the ropes. It’s reversed. Stormm ducks under a clothesline. He doesn’t duck another POISON MIST. This one from Destiny Willard. Stormm’s face, like Kyle’s, is covered in ruby red. Oddly, Seromine doesn’t attack. He instead laughs at Michaels’ plight. Seromine and his wife step aside.

Herrrre’s Gabriel!

Stormm is leaned and sacrificed into the awaiting arms of him. The Word of the Lord is delivered! Seromine drags Kyle Shane over, depositing him next to Stormm. Destiny demands the World and North American Titles be handed to her. She gives them to their respective holders. They raise their belts high in the air to deafening boos. Seromine and Destiny put an arm around one another as the trio look down upon the fallen fan favorites with satisfaction. They may have lost the battle.

But they didn’t lose the war.

Jerry Andrews: We are running out of time, folks. The cowardly acts of Seromine and Gabriel won’t go unpunished. Kyle Shane and Justin “Stormm” Michaels will have their chance at Collision Course! But a win there for them will make them new champions!

Ace Anderson: Get a good long look at the sight in the ring. THAT, Jerry, is what’s in store for them. Seromine and Gabriel will be ready. You can bet on it.

Jerry Andrews: I have no information at this time about where Grimm may have taken Johnny Vivacious, but that tilt should be one for the ages!

Ace Anderson: Will Johnny V even make it to Collision Course? Grimm scares even me.

Jerry Andrews: Fans, we have to go. Until Collision Course, have a good night! Happy Thanksgiving!

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