Post by Rick Majors on Mar 29, 2018 22:56:14 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday, March 29th, 2018
Thursday, March 29th, 2018
The arena is already rocking as the latest episode of Pure Class Wrestling Trauma begins.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome to Trauma, folks! We're fresh off an incredible Mass Destruction event and we're ready to go! I'm Jerry Andrews as always, and I am once again joined by Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: How incredible was Mass Destruction!? Kyle Shane retained his title in an incredible match, Dominator and Johnny Matthews stole the show, and Tyler Scott and Justin Michaels battled to a draw - but we've been promised an announcement on the North American Championship tonight!
Jerry Andrews: And, speaking of announcements, there is also going to be an announcement about The Icemann Invitational Tournament that I can't wait to hear!
Ace Anderson: And, while we're talking about announcements, let's go to Sasha Greene who is going to announce our first match featuring a debut by a new PCW star!
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 221 pounds... "The Hollywood Hero"... GERARD ANGELO!!
The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage, out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans. Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face. As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: Feast your eyes on the newest acquisition to the Pure Class family, Anderson, this guy showed up at Mass Destruction and really made his presence felt.
Ace Anderson: This guy certain comes with a high pedigree, and a lot of hype. But we're going to have to see if that is backed up tonight.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo comes from a Hollywood background, and he's used to being in the spotlight. Clearly, he likes the attention he's getting from the fans.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but his demeanor has to have rubbed PCW stalwarts the wrong way. When you don't want the kind of attention that's coming for you, that's when the trouble starts.
The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Rising Sun" roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.
Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain his face lit up with an evil smile followed closely by Alexa Black who loudly proclaims his greatness to the camera.
He walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent from Tokyo,Japan standing 6”6 and weighing in at 500 lbs accompanied by his manager Alexa Black... He is “The Destroyer”... HIROSHI YUKIO!
He waves mockingly to the crowd which pisses them off even more as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and rips it in half then laughs
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 booing.
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 the bell to sound.
Jerry Andrews: The look on Hiroshi and Alexa Black's face tells the story. The members of the Psycho Circus want nothing more than to crush this young upstart in his first match here.
Singles Match
"The Hollywood Hero" Gerard Angelo vs Hiroshi Yukio
Referee: Ed Lane
The crowd pops as the bell sounds. Gerard and Hiroshi circle each other as a rising jeer for both men fills the building. Hiroshi and Gerard lock up center ring with Hiroshi forcing Gerard back into a neutral corner. The referee asks for the clean break which he's given. Hiroshi calls Gerard out to the center of the ring. Angelo comes forward where the two lock up once more with Gerard latching on to a side head lock! Hiroshi backs Angelo up against the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes into a military press by Hiroshi! Hiroshi holds Angelo up in the air before driving him into the mat with a press slam! Angelo bounces up off the mat and back into the ropes where he's sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a clothesline! The crowd pops as Hiroshi ignores the referee and heads out to the floor after Gerard!
Ace Anderson: Hiroshi's taking it to the floor!
Hiroshi picks Gerard up before whipping him into the security railing! The crowd pops as Hiroshi hammers Gerard with a right hand before taking him by the hair where he looks to drive him face first into the steel steps! Angelo puts on the breaks using his hands before jabbing Hiroshi in the ribs with a elbow to the ribs before countering and sending Hiroshi face first into the steps to a pop from the crowd! Gerard scoops up Hiroshi before slamming him on the floor! Angelo slides into the ring breaking the referee's count before rolling back out to the floor to a louder pop from the crowd! Angelo reaches down picking Hiroshi up off the floor before scooping him up over his shoulder where he charges towards a ring post sending Hiroshi left shoulder off the ring post!
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo is doing all he can to neutralize the massive size difference between he and Yukio.
Ace Anderson: The big man is a former Underground division staple, we've seen him take a hell of a lot of punishment before. I think the pretty boy has to have something in mind to take the big man down more permanent like.
Hiroshi falls to the floor with Gerard now stomping away at his body. Angelo reaches down picking Hiroshi up off the floor before coming around the ring to the announcers table. Gerard looks to drive Hiroshi into the announcers table only to have Hiroshi put on the breaks, he drives a elbow to the midsection of Gerard before turning the tables and sending Angelo bouncing head first off the announcers table! Hiroshi takes excess camera cable before wrapping it around the throat of Gerard!
Jerry Andrews: He's choking him with that cable!
Ace Anderson: I'm not sure how smart it is for Gerard to play into the strong suit of Hiroshi!
Jerry Andrews: Well the ref is being lenient while they're on the outside, but this is not an Underground rules match! Hiroshi is just being sadistic!
Hiroshi removes the cable from Gerard's throat before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Hiroshi slides in after Gerard where pins him to the mat with a forearm grinding across the throat. The referee motions for Hiroshi to stop that, then begins counting him out.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Hiroshi releases the choke hold before getting to his feet where he's admonished by the referee. Hiroshi reaches down picking Gerard up off the mat before whipping him across the ring, Gerard bounces off the ropes ducking under a big boot to the face attempt! Hiroshi spins around into a picture perfect dropkick by Gerard. Angelo takes a moment, taking in gasping lungfuls of air to recuperate from the blatant choking a moment ago. After several seconds, he reaches a vertical base where he tries to lift the 500 pounder fully to his feet, but Hiroshi shoves him off. Angelo is in a crouched position, looking perturbed at the strength as Hiroshi maneuvers back to a standing position. Hiroshi stands again, and this time moves forward a bit more methodically. Angelo circles around and this time the two lock up in the center of the ring. Angelo gets the advantage with a knee to the midsection. A quick grab of Hiroshi's hair, and Angelo lifts his head, and puts his chest across his knee, knocking the wind out of Hiroshi's chest. As Hiroshi struggles for breath, Angelo puts him into the ropes, sending him running toward the opposite ropes. Hiroshi comes off, right into the arms of Angelo, who uses the momentum to bring the giant off his feet with a sleeper hold drop! The crowd pops at the use of physics and force to take Hiroshi down. Angelo is down on the mat, winded from the exertion. Wisely, Hiroshi rolls out of the ring and onto the floor, hoping for a moment to catch his breath as well.
Jerry Andrews: Well, I'm certainly impressed, Gerard Angelo has some skill to back up his words.
Ace Anderson: I'm still not convinced, because he hasn't solved the problem of keeping the big man down for the count.
Hiroshi stands on the outside, putting his arms behind his head in an attempt to catch his breath. The camera focuses on him, but the ring ropes shake behind him. A second too late, Hiroshi turns around to see the body of Angelo flying over the top rope, to the delight of the fans. Both men are on the floor, Hiroshi looking up at the lights, and Angelo writhing in pain. He landed awkwardly on his shoulder, but, judging by the looks of it, it was more of a knock than anything else.
Jerry Andrews: I don't like how that looked, Ace.
Ace Anderson: I don't like it either. Angelo went down harder than Hiroshi, almost.
Jerry Andrews: It has to say something about his will to win, though, huh?
Finally, Angelo starts to stand up, along with Hiroshi, the two almost at the same point. Hiroshi lashes out a punch, but it's blocked by Angelo, who returns one of his own. Another shot from Hiroshi, another block, another return. Angelo now grabs the arm of Hiroshi, and pushes him forward, sending him toward the steel post at the corner of the ring. But wait! Hiroshi reverses, and pushes Angelo into it! Angelo crumbles like a ton of bricks to the canvas!
Jerry Andrews: Angelo hit right on that left shoulder he hurt just a few moments ago, and now he's holding it again! This may be the end of Angelo!
Hiroshi rolls under the bottom rope for a split second, before going back to the outside, resetting the ten count. Hiroshi smiles a sick, sadistic smile at Angelo as he makes his way over toward him. Hiroshi grabs Angelo by the left arm, and threads it between the bottom rope in the ring, and the steel post. His smile fades to ferocity as he steps backwards, pulling Angelo forward, and into the ring post again. Once more, Angelo falls down, clutching at that left shoulder. Hiroshi grabs him from the floor, and lifts him onto a shoulder. He lines up the shot, picks Angelo up into the air, and launches him shoulder first into the post once more. Angelo hits with a sickening thud, as the crowd gasps.
Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is absolutely dismantling Angelo here! This is sick!
Ace Anderson: Things are not looking well for Mister Hollywood, that's for damn sure. Shame he can't call for his stunt double, if that was even a thing.
Once again, Hiroshi rolls into the ring, as the fans boo him, relentlessly. Hiroshi soaks up the venom, and goes back to the outside, grabbing Angelo, and rolling him into the ring. Angelo goes to one knee, and waits for Hiroshi to return, tossing a right arm to the midsection of the monster. Hiroshi winces at the attack, as Angelo throws another one. A quick clubbing blow to the back of the head stops the attack and the fan's reaction to the attempted comeback by Angelo. Acting quickly, Hiroshi lifts Angelo off the canvas, up to a standing position, and locking his arms around Angelo's midsection. With a quick lift and a toss backwards, the two fall into a belly to belly suplex, with Angelo landing on his back, on the left side, doing more damage to that left shoulder. Once again, Hiroshi stands, and moves over toward Angelo, this time going for a cover. He hooks a leg as the referee counts the pinfall.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
Ace Anderson: That was close. Hiroshi thinks he got the three count, and starts to berate the referee for the slow count.
Hiroshi comes up to his knees, and sighs. He grabs Angelo's head, and pulls him up, turning him backwards as the two stand up. Hiroshi quickly falls to one knee, pulling Angelo down with him, and cracking his shoulder on the outstretched knee. Angelo winces with the impact, and sits on his backside. Hiroshi stands quickly, and pushes himself off the ropes. He runs towards Angelo, going for a giant running elbow drop that would probably cave in the sternum of the Hollywood Hero... but at the last second, the smaller man rolls out of the way, and Hiroshi smacks the mat, and yells in outrage and pain as he hits nothing but canvas. Hiroshi comes up to a seated position, holding his elbow, and then Angelo, gritting his teeth through the pain, runs off the ropes and gives him a soccer penalty kick right to the sitting up Hiroshi's chest and face. The follow through on that kick is enough to make the crowd at ringside wince. Hiroshi is floored, and Angelo drops down for the pin.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout!
Angelo looks disappointed as he asks the referee if it was two. The referee assures him that Hiroshi kicked out. Smirking a little Angelo goes to lift Hiroshi up, but 500 pounds of big man ain't easy to get up at the best of times, let alone when he's sandbagging you. Angelo can't get Hiroshi up to more than one knee. Yukio shoves Angelo off, making Angelo roll back to the ropes. Looking disturbed yet again by the power, Angelo rolls over to the apron and he gets to his feet, waiting for Hiroshi to get up to his vertical base and then he uses the ropes to slingshot himself up and over, going for a flying DDT, but Hiroshi catches him in midair and converts it into a ring-shaking, devastating powerslam. Hiroshi and Angelo are both laid out for a moment, and then Hiroshi lifts the flattened opponent up, throws him into the corner, and then follows in. He slaps Angelo across the face, and looks to be setting him up for a muscle buster off the top rope. However, Angelo fights Hiroshi off, headbutting him repeatedly.
Ace Anderson: That's no way to keep his good looks, if he messes that money maker up he'll lose all his best head shots!
Jerry Andrews: He's in a rougher business now, anyway.
Angelo has Hiroshi loosely hanging on to him and then he gives him a boot to the face, making Hiroshi stagger off. Hiroshi shakes the cobwebs out of his head and charges into the corner, but Angelo drops down onto the apron, grabbing Hiroshi's arm as he falls down to the apron and yanking him in so Hiroshi collides with the turnbuckles. Hiroshi holds his shoulder a little and then as Hiroshi stumbles out of the corner Angelo gets back in the ring and meets him with a snap superkick to the jaw, the aptly named for him Center of Attention. Hiroshi totters on his massive legs for a moment, then falls forward.
Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is down! Hiroshi is down!!
Ace Anderson: Angelo still has to find a way to capitalize!
Angelo has a hard time rolling the massive bulk of the 500 pounder from his belly to his back in the ring, but when he does he lays over him for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!
Angelo yells and shouts "Come on!" as he runs his hands through his hair. The crowd is starting to get behind the newcomer, willing him on in this contest and applauding. Angelo motions for Hiroshi to get up, making a camera framing gesture with his hands. When Hiroshi finally starts stumbling from all fours, Alexa Black is shouting and yelling for him not to turn around. Angelo goes for another kick, the first thing to really take Hiroshi down, but this time Hiroshi counters the kick by tucking his head under it, lifting Angelo up as he swings around and picking him onto his shoulders, looking for a belly to belly sitdown piledriver. However, before Hiroshi can complete his finisher, Angelo comes down from the front, gripping him in a headlock, and he drops straight down and takes Hiroshi off guard with a devastating looking ace crusher.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo countered Hiroshi... and he hits it!! He calls that the Hollywood Stunner!
Ace Anderson: Hiroshi is out!
Hiroshi hit Angelo's shoulder and popped right onto his back. The big man is down. Alexa Black is going crazy on the outside as Angelo scrambles into the cover...
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!
Ding Ding Ding
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... GERARD ANGELO!!!
Kanye West & Jay-Z hit on the speakers as Angelo gets to his feet, and the referee takes his hand to hold it up. The crowd embraces the winner with a riotous reaction, as Hiroshi rolls over to the apron. Alexa is consoling the defeated sumo, talking to him quietly.
Jerry Andrews: I have to call that a minor upset, but truly, Angelo proved what he was made of tonight, taking on a game Hiroshi.
Ace Anderson: The Psycho Circus are going to be irate about this.
Angelo exits the ring, holding his arm up and laughing.
/span]The PCW arena lights flicker with a white strobe glow for a few seconds before a moment of complete silence, the lights stop, darkness fills the arena, then BANG, a huge pyrotechnic of white flames shoot from the stage and “Awake and Alive” by Skillet blasts across the PA system and fills the arena as white spotlights search over the crowd until they all focus on the stage where a figure stands.
Ace Anderson: Who is this now?
Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure, I don’t recognize the music!
The camera zooms in to a woman, dark blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, sunglasses covering her eyes. Black wrestling tights with a white belt and white boots, a short cropped black top with a white angel wing motif across the chest and matching black/white gauntlets on her wrists. She looks up with a smile before running down the ramp.
Ace Anderson: Wait, could it be? It is! Former PCW mainstay, Stacy Jones! She’s back?!
Jerry Andrews: Wow, it’s been a long time since we saw her Ace, what do you think she’s doing here?
Ace Anderson: Well your guess is as good as mine Jerry but it’s been about two years since Miss Jones entered a PCW ring. She had a very heated feud with Eira as well as a few solid matches in former Icemann Invitationals and with another around the corner, maybe we will be seeing another classic?
Jerry Andrews: She is looking good and ready to compete!
Stacy Jones slides under the ring ropes and climbs a turnbuckle, the spotlights on her as she holds her arms out wide like wings and backflips into the center of the ring with a smile before grabbing a microphone from the ring crew, her music slowing to a stop as the lights return to normal.
She looks round and listens to the roar of the crowd, letting them cheer a little more before starting to speak.
Stacy Jones: “Well, it’s good to know you remember who I am!” she started with a smile as she listened to the ‘Welcome Back’ chants echoing through the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Seems the fans welcome her back!
Stacy Jones: “That’s right ladies and gentlemen, The Archangel is back in PCW…and I’m here for one reason and one reason only. I’m here for the gold. So if you’re a Champion here in PCW, you’re on notice. I’m here and I’m coming. I hear there’s an Icemann Invitational coming soon? Well, I don’t care if the matches are already set or not for that tournament. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put me in the brackets.” She said confidently with a nod as the crowd roar with approval.
Ace Anderson: Could we see another person added to the tournament this late in the game?
Jerry Andrews: Stranger things have happened Ace! We'll have to wait for the big announcement later tonight!
Stacy Jones: “I’ll prove to you that I deserve a place….PCW Universe, let’s get this ring rust out of the way shall we?” she said and dropped the mic, looking up to the ramp where some generic music hits and out walks a man in green wrestling tights and boots, muscled physique and short blonde spiked hair. He walks down the ramp and into the ring to a very muted reaction and faces Stacy with a cocky smile.
Ace Anderson: Looks like we have a match here?
Jerry Andrews: It seems so!
The ring announcer, Sasha Greene grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
Sasha Greene: “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an unsanctioned open challenge match…introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 223 lbs, David Sampson!”
Sasha Greene: “…and his opponent, from San Francisco, California, she is the Archangel, Stacy Jones!”
The crowd roar with approval as Stacy bows and claps as she prepares to face her opponent.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like we do have a match.
Ace Anderson: This is exciting stuff for Trauma!
Singles Match
David Sampson vs Stacy Jones
Referee: Manny Cruz
The bell rings and Stacy and David lock up in the center of the ring before Stacy pushes him against the ropes and on the rebound dropkicks him in the stomach, dropping him to the ground and unleashing a flurry of kicks to the back of his head and upper back.
Ace Anderson: A brutal set of strikes there!
Stacy grabs the blonde spikes of the young man’s hair and drags him to the turnbuckle and pushes the dazed man into the corner, kicking him swiftly in the chest and stomach before climbing the buckle, dragging the man with her as she lifts his arms, pushing his head between her legs and jumping down to hit a pedigree from the top rope, slamming his head clean into canvas.
Jerry Andrews: Oh damn, that’s her finishing maneuver!
Ace Anderson: I’m told she calls that the Divine Wrath Jerry!
Stacy walks toward the lifeless body of the young upstart and drops down, hooking a leg as the referee counts a swift 1-2-3.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner….Stacy Jones!
Stacy bows to the crowd and simply walks up the ramp to cheers.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like she came to make a statement tonight. What a quick victory!
Ace Anderson: I think David Sampson got the message loud and clear, we’ll see what PCW management will do.
Sasha Greene is standing by with a young man who looks like he barely even has a puberty beard, has slicked back hair, leather pants and a local punk band t-shirt as he stands in the ring.
Sasha Greene: I'm standing by with a local talent from right here in this county, Brad... you have been given an opportunity tonight to wrestle a Pure Class Wrestling superstar and impress the folks at home. What do you say to that?
Superstar Brad speaks nervously, his voice an octave too squeaky and nervous. He licks his lips and rubs his hand over his pube moustache anxiously, his eyes darting side to side. When his words come out they are a lightning quick jumble of barely audible, halting lisps.
Superstar Brad: W-Well Sasha let me tell you I love being on stage, like the time I was at the venue down the road with my punk band, Warm Piss Beer and we played our single "I Hate This Town"... And let me tell you something, when you talk about superstars there is I don't think there is no superstar bigger than me, Brad, I call myself Superstar Brad, and I'd really like it if everyone came to my Protege out in the parking lot after the show because I'm going to be selling merch and copies of my CD... but most of all I want to take the time to say that I am going to prove tonight that I am a bigger star than anyone they- they send out here, because I'm Superstar Brad!
Sasha takes in the spiel from the local punk frontman with an incredulous, "Am I really seeing this with my own two eyes" open-mouthed stare. Superstar Brad tries to take the mic back from Sasha.
Superstar Brad: And also if there's any girls that like local punk music and are under the age of 18 -
Suddenly, Superstar Brad's mic is cut off (or mercifully, as you will) and the lights go out in the arena. Suddenly, the opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. Sasha Greene, smiling broadly, steps away from Superstar Brad.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 218 pounds... he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion... KYLE... SHANE!!!
The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. 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.
Non-Title Singles Match
Superstar Brad vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Charles Lim
Jerry Andrews: Well, this kid's got the chance of a lifetime. He was offered an opportunity to prove his stuff in the ring tonight, and he was taken up by arguably the best the PCW has right now.
Ace Anderson: This stupid kid just wants advertising! Come on! We're giving him more attention than him or his terrible band have ever received in a write up in a zine!
Jerry Andrews: Well, Kyle Shane is all about achievement and opportunity. We know that.
The bell sounds and Superstar Brad has a flabbergasted look. If he could conceivably shrink down out of sight, that's how chagrinned he would look. Kyle Shane is standing in the ring across from him. As of this moment, however, the Pure Class Wrestling World champion hasn't taken notice of him, is instead standing one foot on the turnbuckle in the corner holding the World title belt up and taking in the reaction from the crowd. A dark and serious look crosses Brad's face as he seems to firm in his loins, to gird himself for what he has to do. He rushes Kyle from across the ring. He doesn't even land a hit as Kyle senses it coming, turns, grabs the incoming arm of Superstar Brad and judo flips him down to the mat. Superstar Brad writhes on the mat. Kyle Shane paces around in a quick circuit of the ring. He peels Superstar Brad off the mat, having about 30 pounds of muscle on the kid's skinny body, and turns him in the corner, firing off a corner exploder suplex. Superstar Brad hits upside down and crashes on his head in the corner, flopping backwards. Kyle continues pacing around the ring, taking time to fire up the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: Not even thirty seconds in, and Superstar Brad got smashed into Nuka-World.
Superstar Brad is near tears as he pulls himself out of the jumbled mess in the corner, pushing onto all fours, but Kyle Shane is relentless. He lifts the kid up, shoves him backwards so Superstar Brad bounces off the ropes into a pop-up lift and then he kicks him in his scrawny bird chest, hard enough to cave it in with a Light Arrow. Superstar Brad is down and out on the mat, and Kyle Shane, almost as if it's an afterthought, walks over to him and locks him in a over the shoulder chickenwing. Superstar Brad's eyes bug out of his head before the hold is even fully locked in, and as Kyle pulls back on the hold Superstar Brad begins tapping immediately.
Jerry Andrews: So ends the song of Superstar Brad.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... KYLE SHANE!!!
"In The Morning and Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play on the PA as Kyle gets to his feet and lets to broken punk boy roll out of the ring, but Kyle calls for a mic as he paces over and picks up his World Title belt. Kyle Shane has a look of satisfaction as he stands there, having barely even broken a sweat, and holding the World title belt on his shoulder.
Kyle Shane: All is right with the world. Or, with the World, if you prefer.
The crowd is eating it up, giving him validation with a "Shane, Shane, Shane" chant.
Kyle Shane: People looked down on me after I won this, because they felt like I didn't live up to the lofty standards of the previous holders, the legendary champions that have held this. Your Justin Kaard's, your Lantlases, your Whitey Fords.... Your Grimms, if you can dig it. In fact, many people probably thought that Kyle Shane as champion was only good for that one moment. That I built myself up well but when the time came, I didn't acquit myself well as champion. They pointed to the fact that Notorious jumped me and were parading around with my belt playing a game show with it. Or the fact that Seromine still had bragging rights over me. People felt I was a paper champion. A transitional champion.
He shrugs, and his honesty doesn't come across as bitter or spiteful.
Kyle Shane: In fact, I'm pretty sure at this time the impetus for even giving Grimm a title shot, so he could win his eighth title was that some thought that he carried it with more gravitas. And Grimm has a way with words, and an undeniable way of getting what he wants. But it does not matter. I proved that deep down, if I push myself hard enough, there is no block I can't break through... and no obstacle, I can't overcome. I've BEEN proving that. I proved it at the TIIT finals last year. I can prove it again in the same tournament this year, if I wanted to.
Kyle resets the belt on his shoulder, leaning in to the camera.
Kyle Shane: So, again. For all of those who supported me, who believed in what I was doing, I thank you. For those that thought I was just transitional, that I wasn't going to last when the real threats came, I am still here. And as I did tonight with - that doofus, down there crying in the aisle... I'm a champion of fighting spirit. I will take on any challenge, and complete it, because that is what Kyle Shane business is. And I won't rest until every single Achievement here is Unlocked. So bring on the next challenger. Bring on the finals of the Icemann Invitational. Bring on Seromine for his rematch. Let them all come.
And finally, that smirk, that arrogant, "fuck the rest of you, world" smirk that makes you just want to punch him right in the teeth.
Kyle Shane: I'll be waiting.
He lets the mic dip from between his fingers and drop, and he holds his hands out like "Oh well, what's next," still smirking as he backs away from the camera, and exits the ring. He walks up the ramp, holding the World title belt up to the approval of the crowd.
Sparse candlelight reflects against an otherwise dark location not known to anyone but the figures residing in the shadows. The symbolism should tell you that Salvation is near, but you would be wrong. The only representatives are Seromine, Destiny, and Gabriel. If the followers are present, they aren’t seen in any corner of light.
Gabriel mutters something, but it’s dead on arrival. Seromine doesn’t appear in the mood to hear a single syllable from his mouth. In the background, Destiny can be seen skipping around the candles, humming to herself as she moves manically between the two mediums. There are four candles lit. After she finishes her routine, she brings herself over to the meeting. She tilts her head side-to-side as a slow developing smile emerges.
The look in her eyes projects kindness. What lurks under the surface does not.
“My Lord, I do not want to bore you with the details, but I am here to tell you that I am confident Brenna Gordon will not be bothering you anymore.” she starts in a mocking, soft-spoken tone. “But that just isn’t the truth. Now is it, Gabriel?”
Gabriel attempts to respond, but again is halted by Seromine. “We all know the truth, Gabriel. The truth about your latest failing. Your latest shortcoming. The truth that you STOLE a moment in time that I can never get back!”
Seromine teeters on the verge of anger, but pulls back just enough to try and remain neutral about the whole matter.
“Big mistake, Richard...” interjects Destiny, who feigns shock at the name drop. “Oopsie! I mean Gabriel. Forgive me!” There is a honeyed tone behind her language. She throws a peace sign in his face. Seromine smirks.
“Your actions may have been well intended. Only not for MY benefit. No. No. It was for YOURS! You see, Gabriel, I think your little concussed vacation did something to you. It somehow made you believe that stealing a moment from GOD was the best way to get back in our good graces.”
Destiny wags a finger in the air. “Tsk tsk.”
“You said you don’t want to bore me with the details” he scoffs at the mere idea “But here’s a detail for you. I never asked you to eliminate Brenna. It was MY mission to strike that heathen down and send her back to whatever waters her myth is born of.”
“And you took that glory away!” Destiny growls spitefully. Gabriel’s head is lowered. His body language gives off a dejected impression.
“Now then. I want the details. I want ALL the details.”
"My Lord," stammers Gabriel after an uncomfortable silence. "My Lord.... I... I... I apologize for my actions. I never intended to..."
"ENOUGH," Seromine snaps back. "I have had enough of your apologies. I did not ask for you to once again make excuses for your mistakes. I asked for the truth. I demanded the truth. For once, give me what I am asking for."
"My Lord...." says Gabriel once again, seemingly having difficulty summoning up the courage to continue speaking. "My Lord... after you and Brenna got into that fight... when you fought into the crowd... when you.... I was... I was backstage that evening. I... I am sorry that I did not make my presence known to you that night but..."
"Another lie," interjects Seromine. "And another failing. You were in the arena that night and yet you still allowed Kyle Shane to attack me? Just like at Collision Course, again you were useless. You claim to follow the Lord but you stand by and do nothing while I face our enemies head on. You're a disgrace."
"My Lord..." says Gabriel once more. "My Lord... the reason I did not come to ringside was that I had a different mission that evening. After you and Brenna battled into the crowd, the two of you were separated by security. And... of course... of course you already know that... and I... and... as Brenna walked through the backstage area to her car... I attacked her. I hit her... from behind... no one else was around. I threw her into the trunk of her car and drove. I drove and I drove and I drove... I don't even know where I went, but..."
"AND WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO!?" booms Seromine, interrupting once more. "You take your orders from ME and I..."
"Excuse me, my Lord, but... but..." Gabriel pauses and swallows hard. "I was acting on her orders."
Seromine turns his head to where Gabriel is pointing. His finger is aimed straight at Destiny. She lunges forward at Gabriel, but Seromine places his arm in front of her to restrain her. After a moment to calm down his incensed wife, he takes a step toward Gabriel, glaring right at him.
"How dare you?"
"My Lord... my Lord..." stammers Gabriel. "You... you asked for the truth and... and... I gave it to you. She..."
"How dare you attempt to sully the good name of my beloved?"
"But..."
Seromine raises his hand up in Gabriel's face, demanding his silence. Gabriel complies.
"These lies must not stand," he commands. "You cannot be allowed to not only lie to my face but to also slander Destiny. She - unlike you - has always done what is best for me. What is best for US."
Seromine gestures at his wife and himself, making it clear exactly who he means by 'us.'
"No, this is a sin that cannot be ignored," says Seromine. "This is a sin for which you must be punished."
"But... my Lord..."
"ENOUGH."
Seromine takes a step back from Gabriel.
"Hebrews 12:11.'No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.'"
Destiny slowly hands Seromine a steel chair.
"It must be done."
Seromine motions for Gabriel to turn around. Gabriel complies, moving slowly, but responding almost immediately. Without warning, Seromine swings the chair back and cracks it across Gabriel's spine. Gabriel stumbles forward, clutching his back.
"Stay standing!" screams Destiny. "Stand up and take your punishment!"
Gabriel straightens his back and stands. CRACK.
He again stumbles forward. CRACK.
Gabriel falls to one knee.
"Don't you dare fall down" orders Destiny. "You stand there until you are told to do otherwise!"
CRACK.
Gabriel is having trouble remaining on his feet. With every subsequent shot, he straightens himself more slowly, standing more and more hunched each time. CRACK.
Gabriel staggers forward, holding himself up by placing his hands on the wall. CRACK. He slumps against the wall, only barely on his feet.
"Do not take the coward's way out," demands Destiny, screaming right in his face.
Gabriel staggers backwards, towards Seromine, with his back still facing his Lord. CRACK.
Gabriel falls to one knee. This time he can't bring himself back to his feet. CRACK. He falls to both knees now. He tries to stand, but his body will not allow it. CRACK. Gabriel falls down onto the floor. He painfully pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and... CRACK.
He falls face-down on the floor where he remains. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Finally Seromine hands the chair back to Destiny. Gabriel is no longer moving.
"It is done."
Seromine and Destiny stare down at their fallen follower. Slowly, Seromine kneels down beside Gabriel. He turns Gabriel's face to the side and brushes his hair away so he can look directly into Gabriel's glassed over eyes.
"Of course I knew Destiny ordered you to attack Brenna." he says calmly. "You honestly think she didn't tell me the plan first?"
With that, Seromine stands up. He and Destiny blow out the candles, and exit the room, leaving Gabriel alone in the dark.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma!
Ace Anderson: We have our next match coming up right now and, folks, it's going to be a battle!
As “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd
can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes.
Suddenly there's chaos.
Ace Anderson: What the hell!?
As the camera crew rushes to the scene, it becomes obvious that Lewitt has been attacked! Standing over her are Tamika Steele and, her schedule opponent for tonight, Braddock. They're not standing alone for long, however, as High Tide and Wasp charge out from the back, armed with steel chairs!
Jerry Andrews: These two groups certainly have a problem with one another!
Singles Match
Braddock vs Arica "Trouble" Lewitt
Referee: Nigel Gale
The match never happens as Pure Class Security and various PCW Officials run out just as Wasp and Tide attack Tamika and Braddock with their chairs.
Ace Anderson: Something tells me that it's not over between these two sides!
Security grabs onto Wasp and Tide, and struggles with them, trying to get them to back to the backstage area. Meanwhile, Arica Lewitt is back up on her feet and she takes a cheap shot at Braddock and turns to walk away. That doesn't sit well with Tamika Steele, who grabs Lewitt and tosses her down the ramp!
Jerry Andrews: Woah!
High Tide manages to break free, and he clubs Steele across the back with a chair! As he turns around, he's taken down by a big boot from Braddock! More members of security rush out to get things under control. Both teams are screaming at one another as they're dragged away.
Ace Anderson: PCW might not be big enough for both of these teams!
As we have seen over the last few events, when not booked Grimm may often be found standing alone in his corner of the press box. Up there, away from the phosphorescent burn of the arena lights, away from the jibber jabber of the announcers and backstage interviewers, away from the posturing of the evening’s combatants. Up there watching. As he does.
Trauma 228 is one of those events. And, lo and behold, there stands the Lord of Misrule.
Yes, there he stands within his own atmosphere. Red hair tussled as if by a gust from down the hollow, or the blast from an iron furnace. Beard wafting as though Grimm swings from a gallows’ tree. The fleeting smell of wood smoke.
He carries Hangtown with him.
Grimm is there only to observe, but he remains alert. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, and he is far from the only one without a match to occupy his time. He has no intention of starting anything, but, you know….nature abhors a vacuum. Interference and incessant self-promotion is often the nature of this business, and Grimm’s nature will respond in kind.
The Hangtown Horror is as curious as anyone as to the promised Icemann Invitational Tournament announcement. The ruling on the future of the North American Championship. And, sure, he’d like to get a sense of what these newer fighters bring to the ring besides their bluster.
(There’s a lot going on, despite the shorter card.)
He does not have high hopes, but he would never say that out loud.
As he stands there, the educated observer will note he carries his right arm a little gingerly. Not even Grimm can pretend it isn’t sore. He lost before, he will lose again, and he will lose better. But Grimm [i.]will[./i] fight again, and will succeed by any means necessary.
I mean, we all saw what he did to himself at Mass Destruction. Judas Priest.
And so Grimm is here as a witness. And to keep the balance. And to put you on watch. His most recent World Championship contendership cycle has come and gone. Who knows who Grimm will be stalking next. It could be you.
Or you.
Or maybe even you.
As Trauma returns, Pure Class Wrestling President Loki is in the ring.
Loki: "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying the show tonight!"
The crowd cheers.
Loki: "Great to hear! Look, I'm going to be brief, but I have a couple big announcements to make right now. The first is concerning the PCW North American Championship. As you know, champion Justin Michaels and challenger Tyler Scott fought to a doubt countout at Mass Destruction. While it was one hell of a match, it unfortunately did not resolve anything. That's why, on the next episode of Trauma, they're going to fight for the title once again!"
The crowd cheers.
Loki: "Except this time, there will be no count outs and no disqualifications. There MUST BE A WINNER!"
The crowd cheers event louder.
Jerry Andrews: What a match that is going to be!
Ace Anderson: I can't wait!
Loki pauses for a moment before continuing to speak.
Loki: "Of course, that's not my only announcement here tonight. Of course you knew that the annual Icemann Invitational Tournament is coming up. Now, due to the tragic events of New Year's Eve, this tournament is now a memorial tournament."
Loki waits for a moment before continuing.
Loki: "And, since the Icemann is no longer with us to personally invite competitors to the tournament, that honor falls on myself and the PCW Board of Directors. And this is what we have decided. This tournament will begin next week and it will feature nearly every competitor on the PCW roster. That's right, you're going to see some of the most respected veterans in this company battle it out against our newest stars for a chance to win the Icemann Invitational Tournament. The winner of this prestigious event will not just receive the TIIT Trophy, but he or she will also win $100,000 as well as a guaranteed title opportunity for any championship in Pure Class Wrestling!"
The crowd cheers again.
Loki: "The preliminary round of the tournament will begin on the next episode of Trauma, and competitors will be announced later tonight at PureClassWrestling.com. Thank you, folks! Enjoy your main event!"
With that, Sasha Greene returns to the ring.
Sasha Greene: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Championship! Introducing First…
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.
Sasha Greene: Hailing from Biloxi, Mississippi. He weighs two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, TYRONE “CRAZY BOY” SMITH!
Only it isn’t the self professed “Crazy One” that emerges from the smoke. It’s Razor Blade! He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. In mocking fashion of Tyrone, he bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air and waits for Dominator to come. The fans, understandably, are letting THE BIG DOG know what they think of him. Video emerges on the tron showing Crazy Boy laying amongst the debris of a broken table. The heavy footsteps of Dominator are heard. He and Horacio pay little attention to the fallen challenger as medics race to the scene.
The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…
…DOMINATOR…
The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.
Sasha Greene: From Salisbury, England. He weighs three hundred and sixty-five pounds. Being led to the ring by Horacio Mortimer is the PCW Underground Champion, DOMINATOR!
Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Triple Threat Match
Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Razor Blade
Referee: Ty Little
DING!
DING!
The more aggressive than usual second challenger now works the midsection over of the hurting Zenith. Razor Blade is well aware Dominator went through hell in the ladder match at Mass Destruction, and is taking full advantage of the matter. Eliminating the man he had issues with before he could enter the arena was just extra icing. Dominator tries to muscle himself free and fight through the pain he is feeling. Razor hits the ropes. He takes a massive boot to the face for his troubles. The Underground title dents his head in the process. Horacio frantically tries freeing Dominator from his predicament. Success! Razor is able to shake off the boot. But he is grabbed full throttle around the throat and before you can say BELIEVE THAT, is dropped with a mammoth of a spinning chokeslam. Razor Blade rolls onto his side, keeping his back arched from the landing. Dominator slowly pulls himself to his feet. He cracks the bones in his neck and knuckles and is about to go on the warpath.
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade struck first and second blood. We don’t know if Crazy Boy will be able to compete tonight, but you can bet he will try to do so.
Ace Anderson: And that makes him an idiot. He should just no-show this and pick a different show to participate on. And if I were Razor Blade, I would be saying my prayers now.
Razor Blade, no stranger to Dominator’s raw power, finds himself being reintroduced to it. He’s flung into the corner like a small child. Dominator buries him against the turnbuckles with a running splash. Razor Blade staggers into a fallaway slam! He goes flipping like a crashed car on the interstate. Dominator uses the ropes to get himself back up. Licking his chops, he breaks Razor Blade in half with a FORCE OF TIME! Taking a page right out of his playbook. He’s not finished. Dominator adjusts his jaw, showing the effect of the superman punch still lingers. Razor Blade is lifted off his feet. He throws elbows to disorient Dominator. Then follows with an uppercut. Razor Blade bounces off the ropes. Running forearm smash! Dominator falls into the ropes. He takes a palm strike for his troubles. Dominator blocks an attempted Irish whip. Razor Blade lowers his shoulder and begins to ram it into the midsection of the champion, keeping him trapped in the ropes. Partially crouched is Dominator who favors his worked over torso. Razor Blade catches him with a sharp knee to the face, knocking him onto his knees.
Razor punt kicks him to knock him flat out on his stomach. He catches that Dominator is in position for the drive-by! Razor rolls out, charges, and scores with the running front dropkick! He scoots himself off the apron to retrieve his favorite weapon, a steel chair. Razor slides into the ring, flips it upside down and starts to jam it on the joints of the much larger Underground champion. Dominator swats at the weapon, but that only means it’s something new to be hit with the unforgiving steel. Satisfied, Razor Blade wedges it in the corner. Dominator is slowly pulled to his feet. Razor runs him to where the chair sits. REVERSED! Razor’s head goes through and through with violent impact. He has enough awareness to push it out of the ring once he frees himself. Dominator is unable to follow through with anything as he works his legs back into working order. Horacio is at the scene of the crime, pounding the mat to try and alert Dominator to the sudden commotion of the fans.
Jerry Andrews: HERE COMES CRAZY BOY!
He may be bandaged up. But he is on a seek-and-destroy mission. Possibly one that will conclude with him winning the Underground title. The fans now have someone to get behind and they are making their voices heard. Crazy Boy goes on the immediate attack of Razor Blade with taped fists. Razor is unable to protect himself very well from the punishing shots. Tyrone yanks him by his stringy hair in order to introduce him to mr steel ring steps. Razor Blade hits with authority. Crazy Boy rolls into the ring now. Scissor kick to Dominator drives him through the ropes and to the opposite side of the ring from Razor Blade. Crazy Boy throws himself off the ropes. Springboard plancha for Razor Blade! Crazy Boy pulls him to where Dominator is. Bodyslam onto the champion. Crazy Boy moonsaults himself off of the railing, as he crushes champion and challenger under body weight. Smith is up once more, showing some effects of the assault backstage, but not enough to stop him from slapping some hands.
Crazy Boy is handed a tub of popcorn from a front row fan. He empties the contents of it and focuses back on Razor Blade. The container is lined up with his face. Crazy Boy changes that by punching a hole through it, knocking Razor down with a straight right hand. Dominator finds himself getting dropkicked into the ring post for his troubles. Razor Blade is sent into Dominator, who again tastes cold steel as he staggers around the edge of the ring. Before Razor Blade is returned to the ring, Crazy Boy Russian leg sweeps him against the rail. Back into the ring, he keeps the BIG DOG grounded with a neckbreaker. Razor quickly grabs at it. Crazy Boy rolls him into a pinfall.
1!
2!
Kickout. Razor Blade reverses an attempted Irish whip. Crazy Boy double boots his kisser. Dominator drops Crazy Boy face first by pulling his legs out from under him. You can guess what’s coming next...Crazy Boy is yanked with power into the post, scrambling his eggs in the process and thereby keeping him removed for the time being. Dominator pulls himself onto the apron. The top rope is shoved down. One leg over the over and the big man is back into the ring. He charges Razor Blade, picking him up in a massive bear hug. One corner smashed! Two corners smashed! Three corners smashed! Four corners smashed! Razor is then rotated with ease across Dominator’s wide shoulders. With an adjustment of his hand placement, Razor Blade finds himself pressed HIGH in the air. The look in the champ’s eyes indicates bad news for the BIG DOG.
Jerry Andrews: I don’t like where this is headed…
Ace Anderson: You mean where HE’S HEADED?! WATCH OUT, JERRY!
The commentary team gets out of dodge just as a running giant HURDLES Razor Blade from the ring through the announce table. The wood explodes on impact, sending notes, headsets and chairs scattered in the wake. HOLY SHIT! Chants start. Dominator surveys his destruction and is damn proud of what he sees. He turns around to catch Crazy Boy in a press of his own. TYRONE IS SENT FLYING INTO THE CROWD!! Dominator steps over the top rope. He steps onto the floor. Dominator separates the ring steps. But drags both portions of it with him. The top half is laid near Razor Blade. Dom kick debris out of his damn way. Razor Blade is pulled into a one-armed suplex. Dominator backs into position. JACKHAMMER ON THE RING STEPS! The sound of the thud is enough to take the wind out of everyone. Razor Blade remains motionless, but the look on his face tells it all. With the bottom portion, Dominator drags it near the rail. He hops into the crowd with Crazy Boy in his sights. Chairs are thrown out of the way. Fans scatter. Women scream. Babies cry.
Ok. Maybe not those last two…
Crazy Boy is pulled off his feet with an elevated choke. Dominator walks him backwards, absorbing any kicks that Crazy Boy lands to his body. Once back over the rail he converts it into scoop slam piledriver ON THE STEPS! Again, the impact is enough to make everyone feel for the recipient. Dominator stands tall over his challengers. He raises his arms triumphantly with a mighty roar to join. Razor Blade is thrown back into the ring like a rag doll. Dominator takes his time in joining him. Dominator confidentially puts a massive boot on him for what he feels will be the end of things.
1!
2!
3---KICKOUT!
Fans are in shock by that. Dominator's rage percolates. Razor Blade is pulled into a gut-wrench. Dominator has him back first over his shoulder...THE NAMESAKE IS COUNTERED INTO A NECKBREAKER! Both men are down. The referee starts the ten count on them. By the time he reaches seven...CRAZY BOY SPRINGBOARDS IN WITH A CHAIR TUCKED UNDER his torso! He crash lands on the faces of both men. Crazy Boy stays over them for the pin.
1!
2!
Kickout from both! Well, Dominator at least. Razor Blade gets a shoulder. Crazy Boy slowly rolls out of the ring. He reaches under and pulls out BARB WIRE. He begins the process of wrapping it around his entire body. Giving no fucks about life or limb, he scales the corner. BARB WIRE FROG SPLASH ONTO BOTH MEN! Everyone is going to feel that one in the morning. Fans are rabid over that carnage. Each man writhes in pain and soon enough, will be bleeding from the puncture wounds. The ref is there to start a second count on the trio. Each eventually gets up enough to break that procedure. Razor Blade puts Crazy Boy back onto the wire with a running clothesline. He then turns around and hits a leaping headbutt to the back of Dominator’s neck. Leaning the champion on his knees, Razor Blade blasts him with a European uppercut. He then stops Crazy Boy in the middle of his freeing of the wire. Tears show up on his attire after Razor yanks him out of the coil. Samoan Drop! Razor Blade grips the ring ropes in order to get back to his feet. He changes out his black gloves for a pair with studs. Dominator intercepts an attempted blast to his cranium. He catches the second. He doesn’t catch the low blow however. With the Underground Champion down on his hands and knees, Razor Blade hits the ropes. CURB STOMP INTO THE BARB WIRE! Dominator immediately covers his face with one of his massive hands, using the other to pound the canvas.
Razor Blade rams Crazy Boy to a corner. He climbs up to start the ten shots to the head with his studded gloves. But they are more like swinging haymakers. He steps off after making him bleed. Razor Blade hits the ropes, LEAPING CLOTHESLINE JAWBREAKER! Crazy Boy is folded like an accordion. He frantically pulls him out to the middle of the ring. TAMIKA STEELE IS HERE! The Amazon of the Psycho Circus prevents Razor Blade from going for a pin. She overwhelms the BIG DOG with brutish power. Speaking of power, Tamika powerbombs him OVER the top rope and onto the floor. Tamika rolls under the bottom rope to collect Razor Blade. With a full head of steam, she rolling thunders him over the rail and into the crowd! Back inside of the ring, a bloodied Dominator is slid a glass table from Horacio Mortimer. A return to Mass Destruction! He props it up in the center of the ring. Blood is wiped from his face. He patiently waits on Crazy Boy...ANACHRONISM THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!! Dominator sits upright, deciding to forgo pinning him. He’s NOT done yet. Dominator calls to Horacio to send something else inside.
He does. Cinder blocks. Dominator sets them up amongst the shattered glass. Crazy Boy is about to get ANACHRONISM THROUGH THE CINDER BLOCKS!! Dominator now goes for the pinfall, satisfied with his level of hardcore destruction. The zebra clears an area for him to get into position for the count.
1!
2!
3!
As if there was any doubt, Dominator stands victorious as the bell is called for.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match and STILL Underground Champion, DOMINATOR!!
As the bell sounds, Dominator immediately gets back up to his feet and grabs the downed Crazy Boy, yanking him up to his feet for a brief second before leaning him up against one of the turnbuckles. He then focuses his attention on Razor Blade, scooping him up as if to deliver a Scoop Slam, but instead uses The Big Dog as a battering ram, squashing Crazy Boy in the corner. Crazy Boy slumps onto the canvas as Dominator lifts Razor Blade high above his head with a Military Press. The strength on display is frightening as Dominator props Razor Blade onto his shoulder before hitting a Powerslam, driving Razor Blade’s body straight into Crazy Boy’s sternum. The crowd gasp upon impact!
Jerry Andrews: After going through Hell at Mass Destruction, how Dominator is still even able to stand is beyond me!
Ace Anderson: He’s making a statement, Jerry. It doesn’t matter who he goes up against or what the circumstances are. Dominator only has one objective; To Dominate!
As The Underground King admires the destruction he hath wrought, Horacio Mortimer climbs between the ring ropes with his crown. The referee goes to raise the victor’s arm, but Horacio nonchalantly swipes his arm, buffeting the official out of the way in order to do the honor himself. Upon passing Dominator the Underground Championship Belt, Horacio Mortimer lifts a microphone to his mouth.
Horacio Mortimer: Long live the King!
Dominator hurls his arms into the air triumphantly. The crowd are uncertain how to accept this brash attitude. One the one hand, he had been through hell in recent weeks, but the needless assault on two downed opponent had not been warranted other than to promote self-worth.
Horacio Mortimer: With this decisive victory that you have all just witnessed, my client; The Zenith, Dominator, has immortalised himself into the pages of history by becoming the longest reigning King that the PCW Underground has seen since its inception.
The fans seem to let out a mixed cheer, at least recognizing this feat.
Horacio Mortimer: He remains unpinned. He has yet to be forced into submission. In one-on-one combat, he is STILL undefeated. Now I’m not a gambling man, but if I were to place my money on a victor of the Icemann Invitational Tournament, there would be no question as to who I would bet on.
Horacio gestures to The Zenith, who is still staring down at the carcasses of Crazy Boy and Razor Blade like a lion who has made the kill but is now waiting to feast.
Horacio Mortimer: We are looking forward to this contest. For too long, we have been forced to endure the plague of mediocre talent. With this tournament comes the opportunity for Dominator to truly challenge himself against opponents that he has never faced in a PCW in a singles format; Kyle Shane, Seromine and Grimm are some examples of the established individuals that he may potentially encounter. And subsequently defeat.
Upon hearing such promising fixtures that PCW has never seen before, the fans cheer each of Mortimer’s suggestions. It really could become a reality for them!
Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and gentlemen, the man who stands before is being carved into the perfect fighting machine. And this has not been simply an overnight sensation; this has been something that has been sculpted carefully by the hands of time. Anything is possible when the appropriate time is given to it. And it is that concept of time being maximized to its full potential where we, The Chronological Order, excel.
Mortimer briefly glances at his watch, before nodding to Dominator. Immediately, he reaches down and grabs the backs of Crazy Boy’s and Razor Blade’s necks. He lifts the semi-conscious men vertical, holding them upright like life-sized puppets with both arms outstretched.
Horacio Mortimer: Consider this a warning. Those who fail to understand even the most basic notion of what we stand for will be mutilated should they oppose The Zenith. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?
With that, Dominator immediate hoists both men up into the air and plants them with a Double Reverse Chokeslam… STRAIGHT THROUGH THE RING! Razor Blade and Crazy Boy lay in the crater made from their impact as Dominator roars victoriously, throwing his arms into the air yet again. Even Horacio seems stunned by the raw power exhibited by The Zenith. Razor Blade and Crazy Boy are not moving…
Jerry Andrews: That power is just scary! Just how strong is Dominator!?
Ace Anderson: Strong enough to lift about 250 pounds with one hand with relative ease!
Jerry Andrews: What an emphatic statement made by The Chronological Order here tonight!
As paramedics and ring crew rush to the scene, Dominator and Horacio Mortimer take their leave as TRIVIUM’S cover of “Losing My Religion” blares across the speakers.
