Post by Rick Majors on Apr 13, 2018 21:07:38 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a plain shot of a man sitting at a desk in a dimly lit room. Bookcases can be seen lingering in the background, although they appear to be collecting dust rather than being utilized. The desk itself is ordinary if not dated, sporting a large scrawl of paperwork over its face illuminated by two candles on either side. Sitting in the middle of the fire lit desk is a man wearing a wide brimmed black hat with his hands on the table, fingers clasped together. He peers at the camera over his nose, his eyes judging and skeptical. Running one hand over his mustache and unkempt beard, the figure takes a long and ragged breath, eyes narrowing.
"I'm not entirely sure how this works, as I've been a little preoccupied with other things of importance for...well, for the entirety of my life. So let's just get a few things out in the open right off the bat, yeah?" The man says with an arrogant yet quiet voice, re-clasping his hands on the table. "I don't know who you are. And by you, I mean every single soul watching this little video recording. The fans who watch this...Pure Class Wrestling; the fighters in this said Pure Class Wrestling as well. I can not say that I am familiar with any single bookie, manager, performer, grip, roadie...or even this little camerman that has been afforded to me."
The man speaking pauses then, and cocks his head to one side. "Yes, you. You, behind the camera, telling me when I can and cannot speak. I could have written this in a letter and sent it to your betters and this whole charade would have been avoided, but my client insisted that I put my face out for the world to see before I started my ever vigilant duty, and that duty is to fulfill my...my contractual agreement." The man talks in a dry and matter of fact voice, and pulls a drawer out from the desk...before slamming down a revolver on top of the paperwork.
The only thing that can be heard is the man breathing, which could either be taken as a ragged sound of an unhealthy man or the sound of a predator, seething with rage and trying to hold everything together. "So, mate, I need to remind you...this time I'm talking exclusively to the camera chap here...I need to remind you that you've seen more with your eyes than I'll allow you to record with your goddamned machine, and if you ever...ever...speak a word about where you are or what you may or may not have seen, I'll kill you. I'll kill you dead, and you won't have to worry about working that shitheel job anymore. Win for me, win for you, depending how you look at it."
A few tense moments pass before the man behind the desk gives an exasperated sight, and opens the revolver to spill out the bullets onto the table. "One, two, three four, fuck off, five. Five bullets gone, one left in, because I don't really trust ya but I want you to TRUST ME, because I'm a bonafide man of my word, did you know that? One bullet." He spins the cylinder a few times with one finger, all the while staring into the lens. He snaps the revolver shut, and lays it back down on the desk. "Now we just don't know where it is, so...if you decide to fuck me, we'll see how fate plays this day out, yeah?"
"Yeah...yeah, no problem. No problem at all." The camerman's voice softly speaks from behind the camera. The fear in the voice prompts the man behind the desk to smile a sociopath's grin, and slam his palms down on the desk.
"RIGHT, then. My name is Arsen Goodstone, and I am a businessman. I don't like talking about my business much on camera, as I've never had much use for filmed evidence, but my esteemed client has paid me a lot, and I mean a fucking LOT, of money to play by the Pure Class Wrestling rules...to an extent. The business I run is a problem solving one; you have a problem, you pay ME, and I make that problem go away."
The cameraman makes a nearly inaudible noise, but Goodstone catches it and raises an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, I just mean...that sounds like mercenary work, and you and your men have already--"
Arsen's right hand snatches the revolver off the desk with a deceiving quickness, pulls back the hammer, and points it at the lens. CLICK. The gun dry fires, and Goodstone slams it back down on the desk. "You might call it mercenary work, a dead man might call it the same. There's a one in five chance, now, that if you say something without being prompted again you'll be both of those things, do you understand?" Goodstone waits, still pointing the gun at the camera. He then rolls his eyes and motions with the gun for the cameraman to answer, waving it about.
"I under--"
CLICK Goodstone pulls the trigger once more, and yet again slams the gun down. "Don't say another fucking word, that was a lesson that you learned only because fate allowed it. I told you to answer, but I didn't want you to, so I pulled the trigger again. This is my world now, and my rules. I want that to be very clear to any of your colleagues watching this; business is open, and I will solve all of your problems. With the right amount of respect and the right amount of money, Arsen Goodstone and his educated employees will make a contract for you and fulfill said contract, minimal questions asked. As long as we're all on the same page here; I might be your employee for the duration of the contract, but I. Am. In. Control."
Goodstone curls his mustache with both hands, finally re-clasping his hands on the desk. "One last thing, as I'm more of a one on one talker than someone to do things in film...while my services are open to the entire PCW staff and performers, I am already here on a contract, and that shall be fulfilled each and every time I step in the ring. I work for the highest bidder, not first come first serve, so if you want me to help YOU...pay up. You pay, I work. Easy peasy, right as rain, bees knees and cats pajamas!"
Goodstone grabs the pistol once more, and points it yet again at the camera. "You can leave now." He pulls the hammer back, readies his aim...but at the last second points the gun towards the ceiling. Luckily for the cameraman, that was the roulette bullet and it fires off into the air. Unluckily for his job, he quakes hard enough to drop the camera, ending the video feed.
We go live to a sold out Pure Class Arena where the PCW Faithful is ready to explode with excitement
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and... it's Icemann Invitational Tournament time!
Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and, Jerry, I can't wait!
Jerry Andrews: We have four HUGE tournament preliminary matches happening tonight and, Ace, that's not all!
Ace Anderson: In a rematch from Mass Destruction, Justin "Stormm" Michaels faces off one-on-one with Tyler Scott for the PCW North American Title!
Jerry Andrews: And, this time, there must be a winner!
Down at ringside, we're all ready to go.
"Welcome To the Jungle" by Guns N Roses begins playing on the PA as the Wasp comes walking out onto the stage. The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.
Jerry Andrews: What an exciting time we're experiencing, the opening round of the spring and summer classic that is the Icemann Invitational, the tournament that has been won by such luminaries of Pure Class Wrestling history as Murdoc, Dan Fierce, Non Compos Mentis, our current PCW World Champion, Kyle Shane...
Ace Anderson: Ah-HEM...
Jerry Andrews: Of course, and my partner's rabid insecurity would flare out of control if I didn't say that Ace Anderson was among the list of people that won TIIT in the past.
Ace Anderson: My partner's rampant disrespect for my legacy aside, this tournament is a big deal. Winners get the privilege to challenge for a title shot of their choosing, at a time and place completely up to them.
Jerry Andrews: And you know that Wasp and his running buddies have been chomping at the bit for an opportunity like this, but has he perhaps drawn a bad hand with his first round opponent tonight?
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.
Jerry Andrews: Chaotic quiet. Deadly calm. Remorseless. Implacable. These are just a few of the words meant to describe this man, the Hangtown Horror, who has his eyes set on winning this year's tournament.
Ace Anderson: Grimm just came off a match of the night effort against Kyle Shane at Mass Destruction, but he came up short. However anybody that's studied the history of Grimm knows every time he gets taken a step back, his next step forward is destructive and forceful. So his effort against Wasp tonight is going to be too much for Wasp to overcome, I feel.
Jerry Andrews: Maybe true, but... Wasp has one advantage over Grimm. His beard game is at least on level with Grimm's. We're seeing the battle of the beards tonight.
Ace Anderson: Are you on the pot? Grimm IS the beard, it's part of his aura, his... THING. Wasp's beard is nothing compared to that magnificent chin mane.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp's mane is made of steel wool and fists. Don't disrespect the beard!
Ace Anderson: Enough! Let's just get to the match, you weirdo.
Wasp and Grimm circle the ring before going for a tie-up. Grimm grabs Wasp's arm and pulls him to the side with an irish whip before applying a sleeperhold. Wasp wrestles with the hold for a moment before stomping down on Grimm's shins forcing Grimm to release the hold. While Grimm is rubbing his shins, Wasp runs and bounces off the ropes behind him and comes back at Grimm with a running dropkick to the back of Grimm's knee taking him to the canvas. Wasp then stomps away at the back of Grimm's leg behind the knee until Grimm begins reaching back grabbing that leg, then Wasp does the same to the other one. Grimm rolls over onto his back to try to punch Wasp off of him, but Wasp just backs up to the legs and puts Grimm in a half boston crab. Wasp continues to damage the knee with punches as Grimm crawls with haste to the ropes grabbing the bottom one. The ref tells Wasp of the grabbing of the ropes and Wasp lets go immediately. But as he does so he steps towards the ropes and delivers a roundhouse kick to the back of Grimm's hand. Grimm pulls it back shaking it and holds up his other hand trying to push Wasp away. Wasp grabs that hand and performs a finger breaking maneuver on Grimm's hand, and Grimm pulls his hand back quickly, clutching it with his other hand before rolling around back and forth in the ring clearly in pain. Wasp applies a few more boots to Grimm, but allowed Grimm to get back up to his feet. Wasp grabs Grimm and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Grimm falls down to the canvas clutching his knees. Wasp then pulls Grimm up to his feet and shoves him backwards into the corner. Wasp then runs to the opposite side of the ring before coming back with a splash to the corner, but Grimm charges forward lifting him up before dropping him head first across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Wasp staggers around for a bit and Grimm uses that to his advantage by kicking Wasp in the gut to bend him over. Grimm then lifts Wasp up above his head in a seated position, before throwing him down almost lightning quick into the turnbuckles with a snap powerbomb. Wasp grabs at his back as he staggers to the middle of the ring and falls flat on his face, still clutching his back.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are really giving it to each other!!!
Ace Anderson: Only time will tell who is going to win this match. But the way this match is going so far, neither of these men are going to be winners by a long shot.
Jerry Andrews: They both are taking in a lot of damage to key areas of their bodies thats for sure.
Ace Anderson: And how much more punishing was it that it was done on the turnbuckles instead of the canvas like usual?! Wasp could really be in trouble from the get go.
Grimm pulls Wasp's head up into a facelock before lifting him up in a vertical position. Grimm holds this for almost thirty seconds before dropping Wasp to the canvas with a vertical suplex. Wasp flops like a fish for a moment clutching at his back as Grimm gets to his feet with a grin on his face. Grimm grabs Wasp with another facelock, but Wasp jerks the feet out from under Grimm with a basic takedown. Wasp holds on to both of Grimm's legs and Grimm covers his private parts. Wasp kicks each leg once behind the knee while still holding onto them before jumping forward with an overcastle performed on both legs, landing with a senton across Grimm's sternum before rolling off to the side after the impact. Wasp then turns quickly around and begins laying punches to Grimm's forcing Grimm to use his hands to cover himself. Wasp grabs one of these arms and begins dropping knees on it whether it is straight or not with intent on breaking them.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp may have found an effective strategy for Grimm, targeting that arm. Grimm is still suffering the wounds inflicted on him in that war with Kyle Shane.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, and Grimm, rather gruesomely, had that arm aggressively targeted by Kyle, including the visual of Grimm dislocating it to escape a submission. He has got to be working with one limb at this point.
Grimm eventually curls himself up into a ball clutching a damaged body part of some kind, and as he does so Wasp runs and hits the ropes. Grimm gets up to one knee as Wasp goes to do a shining wizard. But Grimm ducks it and Wasp falls down back first across Grimm's shoulders. Grimm quickly latches onto him and stands up. Wasp wiggles trying to get free, but Grimm manages to drop Wasp over the top rope to the outside with an inverted death valley driver. Grimm leaves the ring through the ropes and jumps down beside the ailing Wasp. Grimm pulls Wasp up to a side Three/Four headlock position and some of the ringside fans begin taunting him. The ref counts them both out.
One....
Wasp then shoves Grimm off of him with everything he has, and then follows it up with a spear taking Grimm down hard against the railing. Wasp then follows that up with a series of punches to Grimm's head to weaken him down. Wasp then follows that up with a series of kicks working on the wounds that were inflicted to Grimm by Kyle Shane.
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Wasp continues his relentless assault until blood starts to trickle in a river from a cut on the eyebrow of Grimm.
Six...
Seven...
Jerry Andrews: Wasp is really laying it to Grimm.
Wasps stop dealing the punishment to go roll into the ring. Wasp rolls back out to restart the count. Wasp lifts Grimm's bloody self up and holds him up in a crucifix position for everyone to see. Wasp begins to spin around, but as he throws Grimm off, Grimm spins and lands on his feet and hands almost in a football lineman's stance before charging Wasp and taking him down with a spear of his own.
One...
Two...
Three...
Grimm follows it up with a vicious series of punches and kicks of his own with Wasp against the railing and doesn't stop until Wasp is also bleeding.
Four...
Five...
Six...
Grimm lifts Wasp up onto his shoulder as if to be preparing for a powerslam. Wasp slides down Grimm's back and kicks Grimm in the back of the knee. Wasp then pulls back on Grimm's head, slamming it down on top of his knee.
Seven...
Eight...
Grimm lays on the outside holding his head as Wasp climbs into the ring and heads up the turnbuckle, getting the ref to stop the ring-out count. The crowd gets on their feet. Wasp jumps off in Grimm's direction with a guillotine leg drop as cameras flash off from around the arena, only for Grimm to roll out of the way at the last second. Wasp's backside hits nothing but hard concrete as The ref restarts his ten-count.
Jerry Andrews: CRASH AND BURN!!!
Ace Anderson: ...He's none too bright, is he?
One...
Two...
Jerry Andrews: Wasp had the match won until he climbed the turnbuckles. He clearly wants more out of Grimm than just a victory.
Ace Anderson: Well, we know that for a fact Jerry. But if he keeps taking high risk opportunities like this, he's not going to beat Grimm.
Wasp leans over to one side clutching at his lower back as Grimm gets up to his feet. Grimm grabs Wasp in a front facelock as he pulls him up to his feet. Grimm then falls back driving Wasp's head into the concrete with a DDT, and Grimm keeps the hold applied locking on legscissors around Wasp's body. Grimm then pulls up with his arm trying to choke the lift out of Wasp with a guillotine chokehold.
One...
Two...
Three...
Grimm wrenches Wasp's neck some more while keeping the hold applied. Wasp tries fighting Grimm off to release the hold, but Grimm clinches on tighter and shakes Wasp from side to side to increase it's effect.
Ace Anderson: Are they both trying to get counted out here?!
Jerry Andrews: Well you know Grimm is most comfortable when he is raining down punishment. But you don't want to get counted out and neither one advances to the next round.
Four...
Five...
Jerry Andrews: It doesn't take long for people to get seriously injured from a hold like this. Wasp can't take much more.
Ace Anderson: Well, lucky for him he won't because Grimm probably wants this win just as much as he does.
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Grimm tosses Wasp off to the side and rolls into the ring. Grimm then rolls back out of the ring and goes back over to Wasp. Grimm raises a dazed Wasp up to his feet, and then throws his close arm over his shoulder and tosses Wasp over his back with a T-Bone suplex that leaves Wasp's body fidgeting on the concrete.Grimm lifts Wasp back up to his feet and applies a bearhug. Wasp fights to turn Grimm's head, and as Grimm taunts him Wasp shoves his fingers inside Grimm's mouth for a mandible claw. Grimm release the bearhug and tries to pull Wasp's hand out of his mouth, but when Grimm fails to succeed he kicks Wasp between the legs stooping him over. The ref somehow sees none of it. Stupid-ass blind ref. Grimm lifts Wasp up, turning him upside down before dropping him to the concrete with a tombstone piledriver. Wasp's body fidgets some more as blood squirts from his open wounds.
Five...
Six...
Seven....
Grimm rolls back into the ring and then back out again to break the count. He throws Mic inside, and goes for a cover.
Jerry Andrews: Amazingly, I think this is the first legit cover of the match!
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout.
Grimm pulls a lifeless and bloodied Wasp up, walking him over and he slams Wasp's head off the turnbuckle. Grimm slaps Wasp in the chest several times with a series of chops. Finally, he grips Wasp in a facelock, and starts pulling himself up to stand on the second turnbuckle. Wasp has stopped moving about two minutes ago. The visual of Grimm, holding Wasp's head under his arm as he stands on the turnbuckle, a rivulet of blood running down his eyebrow, is memorable and cameras go off, but Grimm is relentless and wastes no more time than neccessary to get up and then fling himself off, taking them both down and spiking Wasp directly into the mat with a tornado DDT. Wasp twitches, and then no more. Grimm rolls him over.
Jerry Andrews: A Harvest seals the end of this match.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, Wasp did what he could, but Grimm came back from Mass Destruction with a purpose.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!
Ding Ding Ding
"Counting Bodies Like Sheep" begins playing and Grimm stands. He doesn't waste time on ostentatious posing to the crowd, he just surveys the ring and the damage he caused, and nods, calling it good. The referee is occupied with checking on Wasp, who still hasn't moved.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp did indeed meet a spot of bad luck in the first round, and Grimm is moving past him.
Ace Anderson: With the state Grimm is in, I don't know anyone who would want to draw him in their bracket.
Grimm walks straight up the ramp, not pausing to look back, as Wasp is sitting up, dazed in the ring.
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Backstage, Gerard Angelo is walking through the hallway, fresh from his match when he stops in his tracks, glaring at someone off camera. It pans to the left to show Tamika with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk curling her lip. The camera cuts back to Angelo and he spins to his left, swinging q wild right, and connects with an ambushing Braddock. The blow catches him off guard, staggering him, and Angelo immediately fires off another right jab.
Ace Anderson: Gerard trying his best to avoid getting jumped.
Tamika strikes from behind with a double axe handle across his shoulders and neck. Gerard's brief flurry is halted in its tracks as Braddock spits yellow mist into the face of the Hollywood Hero, blinding him.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo has drawn the ire of Braddock and his Circus mates.
Tamika slams Gerry's face into the wall while Braddock laughs before planting a boot into the Hero's gut. In the blink of an eye Gerry is spiked onto the floor with a ddt, leaving Angelo motionless on the ground.
Braddock: Call me, Ahab. I'm goin to kill you like he wanted to that damn whale.....
The scene them returns to ringside.
The enthusiastic fans repeat the last two words in unison, drawing a slight chuckle from Ms. Greene.
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.
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 his opponent.
Commotion breaks out as a gang of PCW officials rush down to the ring after being summoned by the assigned referee. They begin to request that Alexa Black leave ringside IMMEDIATELY! This, of course, draws LOUD cheering from the fans. But the leader of the Psycho Circus, not one to be trifled with, isn’t going to cooperate. Yukio joins in on the foray, demanding answers about what the hell is going on.
Jerry Andrews: I believe that, YES, Alexa Black is being BANNED from ringside! This makes my night, Ace!
Ace Anderson: On what grounds does she deserve to be sent to the back?? She hasn’t done anything wrong!
Jerry Andrews: She was born! That alone should be cause for permanent residence at the nearest mental hospital!
Alexa Black continues to protest, growing madder and madder with each spoken word (some of which is not suitable for children). She eventually decides to comply. Amazing what a warning of immediate disqualification of Yukio does to one’s decision making. Yukio follows the entourage to the far side of the ring. He is left to stand alone. Seething.
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! RAZOR BLADE HAS ARRIVED!
...WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!
The BIG DOG is quick to attack an unsuspecting Hiroshi from behind with it! Shot after shot is leveled against the massive back of the former Yokozuna. He is a man possessed, and with good reason, considering Tamika Steele, a fellow stablemate of Yukio’s, cost him the chance to potentially win the Underground title! Hiroshi is hammed all the way onto his hands and knees. Alexa has been watching this all transpire on the PCW-tron, but her effort to get back to the ring is met with resistance! The referee for the bout rushes to the ring. Razor discards of the chair as he sets himself in the corner. Waiting.
The referee checks on Hiroshi. He gives the zebra the go ahead to ring the bell as it will take MORE than a weapon to put him down. Or so he thinks amongst the pain coursing through his body.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Yukio uses the ropes as leverage. Grimacing, he turns to face his attacker. SPEAR! YUKIO IS DOWN! Razor Blade covers his much larger foe.
1!
2!
3!!
NO! YUKIO PRESSES RAZOR AT TWO! The fans are the ones who counted three. Excitement does strange things to some. Razor mounts Yukio before going full cage fighter with a stiff ground-and-pound attack. One can imagine he is picturing the shots hitting every member of the Psycho Circus as he does this. Razor carries the onslaught to the legal count of five. He then returns to feet while sitting Hiroshi upright. Razor hits the ropes and returns with a dropkick to the face. Yukio rolls himself to the bottom, where his head lays. Razor Blade rolls out of the ring for a sprint.
DRIVE-BY!
Razor Blade fist bumps outstretched hands before he returns to the ring. Yukio has his head grasped. Razor Blade heads up top. SPLASH...into knees! Razor clutches his midsection while gasping for air in the fetal. Yukio rolls himself over. He has absorbed all of the early punishment. He may be slowed down a bit, but he is ready to make Razor Blade pay. Yukio picks his spot. Running senton! That’s what a successful splash looks like, BIG DOG. Yukio reaches down to propel Razor in the air. He catches him on the fall across his shoulders, then falls back for a samoan drop. Again, Razor Blade is left looking for oxygen. Yukio drags him to a corner. Razor is left leaning between the middle and bottom buckle. Yukio races to the opposite side, showing of a bit of speed in the process. Here he comes...CANNONBALL SPLASH! The girth of Yukio practically swallows Razor Blade whole. He oozes outside of the ring (with a ‘gentle’ push), hitting with a loud splat.
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is finding his insides being tenderized here, and this after a red hot start to the match!
Ace Anderson: Well, no one one ever said he was the sharpest BLADE in the drawer. See what I did there, Jerry?
Jerry Andrews: You must be proud of yourself.
Yukio lines Razor Blade up with the ring post. Taking a few steps back, he yells something in Japanese and then charges in. Razor moves (or falls) out of the way! Yukio smacks hard into the ring post, lowering him momentarily to a non-protest knee. Razor is unable to capitalize on the momentum, however. He finds himself tasting the steel at the end of it all. Just via Irish whip. NOW Yukio scores with a splash, compressing him with nowhere to go. Yukio slides half of his body in the ring and then back out to break the count at five. Boos greet his run of offense. Frankly my dear, he doesn’t give a damn. Razor is hoisted in the air. He manages to somehow fight off an attempted bodyslam. Now positioned behind Hiroshi, he runs him head first back into the same ring post that has been getting the business.
Razor powers through the pain in order to slam Yukio’s face against it a total of ten times. It is now his turn to break the count! Razor Blade scores with a running shoulder tackle! Yukio is driven backwards against the railing. SPEAR THROUGH THE BARRICADE takes care of that support system! Both men are down at the feet of some lucky front row fans. The entire arena is alive after that spot, chanting the name of RAZOR BLADE as they appreciate the spot. Oddly enough, it is him who reaches the ring first. That leaves Yukio half the remaining count to get in or lose via count-out. Razor is down to a knee as his continues favoring his worked over midsection. But the ear to ear grin on his face tells a different story. Yukio is back to the ring himself at eight and inside by nine. He is maneuvered into the corner. Razor lowers his shoulder for a pair of vicious rams to the gut of Yukio. Razor then unloads a series of ten clotheslines with each one being counted out.
Razor Blade feeds off the energy of his fans. Pain be damned, he is not going to be deterred. He runs the ropes and returns only to take a standing side kick in the mouth for his troubles. He favors his jaw for a moment. He shakes that off and tries again. POP UP POWERBOMB! NO! Razor counters with a hurricanrana!! Yukio is sent for a tumble with that surprising counter. The five-hundred pounder is in some trouble here as Razor Blade looks to score a huge victory in the opening round of the tournament. He picks his spot in a corner. Razor crouches down, ordering Yukio to get his “big fat ass up” while waiting. Yukio does and turns around in time to kick the teeth out of his God damn mouth from an attempted spear. Razor is sent to the ropes, POP UP POWERBOMB this time connects. Yukio bounces off the ropes and returns to sit down on a leap to Razor Blade’s chest (think Earthquake). He remains there and demands a count from the referee.
1!
2!
3—NO! Razor Blade reaches down deep to get a shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Yukio is not amused. He throttles his throat while getting off of him. Razor Blade is pulled off his feet and thrown HARD into the buckles. Avalanche! Razor falls into Yukio, but is propped in the corner. Irish whip. Razor collides in the corner. He gets no reaction time as Yukio plows into him with another avalanche. This process repeats two more times before Yukio allows him to go Ric Flair and kiss the mat. Yukio has a few words for the faithful. Naturally that gets them booing him all the way back to the Orient. Hiroshi smiles at his handiwork. He could probably put Razor Blade out of his misery, but why stop the fun? Yukio paint brushes him across the face a few times. Razor is yanked by the hair. Yukio pie faces him into the ropes. Razor Blade somehow manages to fire off a forearm smash to the face! Yukio charges in and takes an elbow. Razor flings body shots. They don’t have a whole lot behind them, but they are hitting.
Yukio stops everything with a massive belly-to-belly suplex. Yukio follows it up with one of his signature moves. HIROSHIMA HAMMER! Yukio covers him following it.
1!
2!
3!--NO! Razor Blade SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, is able to stay alive!! Fans are stunned by this. As is Hiroshi. Chants of RAZOR BLADE grow louder and louder as the faithful try to will him back into this match, wanting nothing more than to see an Alexa Black goon put down and out of the tourney. Hiroshi shakes his head angrily. Razor Blade is pulled to the corner. Hiroshi stomps him on the chest before taking the steps onto the middle rope.
Jerry Andrews: This doesn’t look good for Razor Blade…
Ace Anderson: It damn sure won’t feel good, either!
Jerry Andrews (cringing): OHH! THERE IT IS! Mt. Fuji Drop!
Hiroshi decides that he doesn’t want to stay seated on him for the pin. No. He decides to give him ANOTHER! This time he doesn’t move.
1!
2!
Yes he does.
The booing picks up where it left off. Hiroshi mocks them all, making sure to taunt a crying child in the front row who is being consoled by his parents. Yukio is back up on the ropes again…
A THIRD MT. FUJI DROP!!
Jerry Andrews: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, GODDAMNIT!!
Hiroshi folds his arms and smiles arrogantly. The referee is there to make the count.
1.
2.
3.
The bell is mercifully called for as this one is in the books.
“The Destroyer” allows his arm to be raised in victory. While that happens, Razor Blade is pushed out of the ring. Yukio taunts the fans as he exits victoriously and on the march up the ramp.
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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. Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, usually staring her opponent down if they are in the ring or staring at the back, waiting for them to come out. She climbs a turnbuckle to either wait for her opponent or to anger the crowd more.
Jerry Andrews: The Icemann Invitational opening round rolls on, and this match has two stakes for the price of one. If Trouble Lewitt unseats Dominator tonight, she will not only advance to the next round, she will walk away as the new Underground Queen.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, easy, you say, all she has to do is dethrone the champion who come through the most brutal, unforgettable Underground title defenses in recent memory and is close to setting a record with his reign. It'll be a snap.
Jerry Andrews: I can't deny that Dominator has proven his staying power with the Underground title, but I think Trouble has a fighting chance.
The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…
…DOMINATOR…
The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.
He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.
He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.
Ace Anderson: Will you look at Dominator, he's almost smiling here, grinning at the idea that he's going to get to pummel this girl into submission and keep his Underground title.
Jerry Andrews: Let's not forget that Trouble has proven her mettle in this ring before, she has brought Dominator to his knees and even upset Hiroshi Yukio. Every one of the preliminary round stands a fighting chance to get to the finals.
Ace Anderson: Don't give me that "any man with two hands..." garbage. Dominator literally has two hundred fifty pounds on her, almost another person. She's the one in Trouble.
The bell rings signaling the start of the match, and Dominator and Trouble circle around the ring to get a feel for each other. Dominator comes in first, looking for a good old fashioned elbow and collar tie-up, but Trouble ducks underneath Dominator and hooks a rear waistlock. Dominator charges forward, carrying Trouble behind him as he runs into the ropes and hooks his arms underneath them before bouncing Trouble off of him. Trouble rolls backwards onto her knees where Dominator comes charging in, but Trouble is lightning quick with a front dropkick that knocks Dominator right back into the ropes. Trouble quickly follows up by running towards Dominator, who ducks down and lifts Trouble up and over the top rope where she gracefully lands on her feet on the ring apron. Dominator sees her though and elbows her in the gut before grabbing her head and forcing it into the nearest turnbuckle. With Trouble stunned, Dominator slams her head one more time in the turnbuckle before performing a man-handling hip toss that slams Trouble back into the ring. Dominator steps on the bottom rope to give himself a boost in the air before he comes down with a hard knee drop right across the cheek of his opponent before he hooks the leg.
Ace Anderson: Dominator almost crushed Trouble like a bug there!
The referee: One...
A game Trouble kicks out and tries to sit up, but Dominator is quick, gripping Trouble's hair and slamming the back of Trouble’s head into the mat. He leaps to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and looks for a leg drop, but Trouble rolls out of the way leaving Dominator to land flat on his ass! Trouble shoots towards the ropes, bounces back, and does a front flip neck breaker on Dominator. She rolls under the bottom rope and sprints to the nearest turnbuckle, reaching the top in 0.001 seconds before jumping off with a brilliant moonsault! She stays and hooks the leg.
The referee: One... Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: Some how, some way she's got Dominator off his feet!
Trouble reaches her feet and shoots off the ropes while Dominator slowly reaches a vertical base. Trouble looks for a Lou Thesz Press, but Dominator uses his wide strength advantage to plant Trouble right back down with a vicious spine buster. At that, Dominator exits the ring and walks over to the timekeeper, pulling out the most basic of hardcore implements, a steel chair out from timekeeping. Smiling coldly, Dominator holds the chair up to the crowd, and he starts walking over towards the ring and sliding in with the chair. Trouble starts to work his way to his feet. Dominator comes forward swinging the chair at Trouble’s face! Trouble ducks out of the way avoiding the contact. Dominator spins around where he’s met with a boot to the midsection by Trouble causing Dominator to drop the chair. Trouble picks the chair up before smashing it across the back of Dominator which sends Terry to the floor. Trouble raises the chair a second time before smashing it across Dominator’s back!
Jerry Andrews: Two chair shots across the back of Dominator by Trouble!
Trouble dislodges the top portion of the steel steps. She then slides them into the ring as well before she herself slides under the bottom rope.
Trouble reaches her feet where he reaches down picking the steel steps up off the mat. Trouble measures Dominator who starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base. Trouble charges towards Dominator looking to smash the big man in the face! The crowd roars as Dominator simply catches both sides of the steel steps in his hands, and using his much greater strength advantage over Arica Lewitt... rips them out of her hands! Dominator roars at her, and Trouble screams back, terrified. Dominator PLOWS into Trouble with the steps, and she's almost ragdolled off her feet by the impact. Dominator tosses the steps over the side of the ropes, and he mounts Trouble. Dominator starts hammering away with straight right hands to the face and head of Trouble! He rains down punches on her forehead while the girl can do little more than cover up. Finally, it gets to the point where the ref is a little uncomfortable and he grabs Dominator's shoulder, saying "Come on, man"... Dominator flings his shoulder and yells at him.
Jerry Andrews: The referee doesn't have a lot of rules in an Underground match, but he may have saved Trouble just because he was uncomfortable seeing her getting pummeled like that.
Ace Anderson: Which is not his hill to die on, there. He did the wrong thing. Trouble signed on for this, and she was okay with it. She has to reap the consequences.
Jerry Andrews: Well, what line do you draw on decency, Ace? Is that called for?
Ace Anderson: Listen, for Dominator, his goals are two-fold, retain his Underground title, and get through the next round of the Icemann Invitational. Nowhere in there is there some Marquis of Queensbury stipulation about taking it easy on little ladies.
While Dominator is thus distracted by the referee Trouble has gathered her wits a little bit, and when he bends down to lift the limp form of Arica Lewitt, that tricky Trouble manages to gouge Dominator in the eyes before kicking him in the kneecap.. Trouble gets to her feet, and while a groaning Dominator in on one knee she hits a running flatliner! The crowd boos Trouble reaches her feet, where she picks up the steel chair and places it across the chest of Dominator. Trouble runs and bounces off the far side where she gains a full head of steam before delivering a rolling thunder on top of the steel chair! Dominator rolls off to one side, contorting and holding his sides.
Jerry Andrews: Trouble might have just broken Dominator’s ribs!
Feeling it now, Trouble shoots to her feet and begins playing to the crowd. Horatio Mortimer, standing on the outside, suddenly gets closer and begins pointing and shouting at her. Trouble gets closer to the ropes and shouts back at him, then she spits in his general direction. Horacio holds his hands up and backs away, wanting no more to do with this nasty woman, when Trouble turns, though, she feels immediately that this was a distraction and she regrets giving so much energy to Mortimer. Because, uh, Dominator is on his feet and immediately takes her head off with a big boot. Dominator roars like the beast he is, and lifts a lifeless Trouble up with ease. Seeing the chair that was used to squish him lying on the mat, he vows to use it one more time as he walks Trouble over like a little doll in his arms. He lifts Trouble up from the side, kicks the chair into position next to him and drops her back with a thunderous lifting reverse STO, smashing Trouble right onto the chair.
Jerry Andrews: Short and sweet, Trouble was just obliterated with an Anachronism on the steel chair!
Ace Anderson: The big man is obsessed with time, so you know he didn't come tonight to get paid by the hour.
Dominator drops down into a pin, squashing his forearm into her face.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!
Ding Ding Ding
"Losing My Religion" by Trivium plays on the PA as Dominator stands, holding his hands up triumphantly. The referee brings him his title, which he snatches and holds up proudly. Trouble is left cringing and holding herself on the mat.
Jerry Andrews: A big win for Dominator, as he once again asserts his place in the Underground division, and moves on to the next round!
Ace Anderson: This is another guy who I would hate to draw on my block of the tournament. It is going to be interesting to see as the brackets break down, who will get to the finals of TIIT and become this year's winner.
Jerry Andrews: Are we looking at the winner of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament now?
Jerry Andrews: An emphatic victory by The Underground King!
The referee raises Dominator’s arm in victory. Horacio Mortimer climbs into the ring with the Underground Championship and a microphone in his hands. He hands the King his crown, which he raises exultantly above his head. Horacio applauds him for a moment before waiting for Dominator’s music to fade in preparation to speak.
Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Horacio Mortimer…
His speech is spaced apart by design to allow the fans to speak alongside his introduction. He lets out a small grin.
Horacio Mortimer: …and I would like to take this opportunity to address all the superstars in the back who might be under the misconception that they will be victorious in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. For months on end, my client The Zenith has laid waste to anybody and everybody in his path. As such, your dreams for immortalisation are futile. In one-on-one competition, Dominator remains UNDEFEATED!
The fans really are unsure how to treat this statement. They cannot help but respect Dominator for his accomplishments, but the fact that Horacio is shoving this fact directly down their throats on a weekly basis is almost too much for them to bear.
Horacio Mortimer: Ms. Lewitt had the opportunity to take the King’s Crown tonight. And she squandered it… not that she even stood a chance. Unfortunately for our next opponents, they will not have the opportunity to compete for the gold. We COULD try to coerce the management to allow us to put The Underground Title on the line in our next bout…
The crowd immediately erupts into approving cheers.
Horacio Mortimer: …but what would be the point?
Their cheers immediately transform into boos. Horacio has an exceedingly smug expression on his face.
Horacio Mortimer: Gerard Angelo or Stacy Jones, whoever the victor of their contest may be, will fall like all the rest. It is Dominator’s destiny to rise to the top of this federation. His triumph in the Icemann Invitational Tournament is a mere continuation of his unparalleled ascension. To permit Gerard, Stacy or anybody else an opportunity to be humbled is nothing short of a waste of time. Allow us to show you why.
Horacio runs his hand through the air above the fallen Lewitt as if she were laying on a silver platter. He nods to Dominator, who takes a couple of steps towards the defenceless Trouble.
Jerry Andrews: No! Not again!
Ace Anderson: We’ve seen this before. Dominator is going after a downed opponent after picking up the victory.
With an almost psychotic look in his eye, Dominator grabs Arica by the throat and lifts her into a bridged position. Here comes another Anachronism! With so much force and thrust behind the backward swing, Dominator releases Trouble earlier than usual. Like the debris being tossed from a trebuchet, Trouble is sent FLYING over the top rope and right out of the ring. She crashes to the outside with a heavy thud. The crowd are in shock at the hangtime Arica received from that Anachronism. Even Horacio winces at the impact. He quickly recomposes himself, returning his attention to the crowd on which Dominator is now fixated.
Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you… the eventual winner of the annual Icemann Invitational Tournament, the greatest King that has ever ruled over the Underground, The Zenith, The Suzerain of Time… DOMINATOR!
Dominator throws his arms into the air, letting out a battle cry as TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” begins to blast over the PA System. Horacio applauds his client on a job well done, before checking his watch and pointing to the back. Clearly, their schedule demands that they vacate the ring immediately. Dominator clambers over the top rope, jumping off the apron and marching up the ramp with Mortimer in hot pursuit. EMTs rush past the members of The Chronological Order to check the welfare of Arica Lewitt, who has not moved since that vicious Anachronism to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator has made a statement here tonight! He will face the winner of Stacy Jones and Gerard Angelo in the next round. You’ve got to wonder what will be going through their heads with the knowledge that they’ll have to face this monster in two weeks time.
Ace Anderson: I’m going to go ahead and say it. Even though you’ve got guys like Grimm, Seromine, Gabriel, Stormm and so much promising talent in this tournament, I would say that Dominator is a dark horse to win this whole thing.
Jerry Andrews: I think he’s more than just a dark horse, Ace. He’s got to be an odds on favourite at this stage! Just WHO can stop the unstoppable Dominator!?
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Faithful (in unison): ONE FALL!
Sasha laughs at the participation. She was ready for it this time and decided to let them have some fun. At ringside, all of the lights turn off suddenly, unceremoniously plunging the entire arena in darkness.
Spotlights appear, in purest white light and begin searching across the crowd, ring, ramp and eventually settling on the stage.
The lights flicker from white, to blue, to white again before the sounds of shattering glass are heard echoing through the arena and the spotlights seem to dissipate.
A moment of silence that hangs throughout the arena until the lights flash on and off, bright and sudden, like a strobe effect before a pyrotechnic crackles around the big screen as "Awake and Alive" by Skillet plays, the spotlights back now, the bright white light appears to dance around the crowd as a blonde haired woman walks out on to the stage ready to tackle the challenge ahead of her.
The camera gets up close to the stage to get the woman on screen. She is wearing black wrestling tights emblazoned with an angel wing design around the top and a white belt. On top, she wears a black and white matching top and shoulder pads with a pair of sunglasses as she confidently walks to the ring to face her opponent.
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 top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.
DING!
DING!
DING!
The two fan favorites size one another up. But in Gerry’s case, an extra dose of “window dressing” is applied as he studies the assets of Stacy. She’s not impressed. This could be a “psych out tactic” of “Mr Star-Power” but who knows. The man IS an actor after all. After a bit of stalling, the two lock horns. Stacy almost immediately catches Gerard off guard with an arm drag. Angelo is up, but doesn’t rush into trouble. The look on his face indicates he was surprised. The two circle again. Gerard comes in for the tie-up, but Stacy rotates her body around so that she is behind him. Stacy takes Anglo down with a drop toe hold this time. She then transitions over him with a headlock. Angelo, displaying a bit of speed himself, spins to his feet and is able to free himself. Stacy finds herself caught in a waistlock. She’s pushed forward into the ropes. She locks her arms around them to keep from rolling back with Gerard. When she turns around, he is there to dump her to the floor with a clothesline.
Gerard wastes little time in a follow up. He races the length of the ring, springs onto the top rope, and takes a leap of faith into a dropkick counter that catches him in the chest! Stacy rolls through and once able, scores a shining wizard! Gerard is returned inside of the ring. Stacy hops through the ropes, ducking a haymaker. She unloads with several stiff MMA shots. When Gerard covers his body, she tags him in the mouth. Gerard does manage to block an uppercut. He turns it around into a hammerlock. Chopping Stacy down behind the knees now, Gerard plants her kisser into the canvas with a bulldog. The charismatic aggressor swings Stacy to the corner. She charges out with a devastating superkick that puts Gerard head over heels. Stacy nearly scores with a curb stomp, but Angelo is just able to get out of the way. He looks to take her down by the ankle, but she barrel rolls over his body. Angelo is up and staggered with a pele kick. Now against the ropes is “The Golden Boy” as he hangs the back of his head.
Stacy Jones returns the earlier favor and scores herself a clothesline of him to the outside floor. Jones steps through the ropes. Again she avoids being swept off her feet. Angelo finds her foot connecting to his face. He is turned for a split second and then gets put down with a picture perfect moonsault! Stacy rolls under the ropes, bringing Angelo with her. He is introduced to the top turnbuckle. Someone get the ice pack ready, because STACY BY GAWD JONES lights up the chiseled chest of Angelo with WOOOO! Stinging knife edge chops. Angelo does his best to cover up, but finds his right arm being ripped away and led into an attempted Irish whip. He reverses and pulls Stacy into a knee to the midsection. She remains doubled over for a few seconds while Angelo gets his wits about him. Stacy is allowed to lean back up, but is rushed into the corner. Gerard attempts a shoulder thrust, but gets a knee lift instead. Jones sits herself up top. Angelo turns on a dime in order to push her off. Stacy cartwheels onto the apron before tumbling to the floor itself.
Jerry Andrews: Lightning paced action here between two of PCW’s newest. Neither is able to get a consistent advantage, showing they are equally matched!
Ace Anderson: Yeah but Gerard Angelo is a box office sensation. He knows what it takes to win. Just check the list of titles he has won elsewhere! Stacy is just returning to action. I think she should have remained in the mothballs.
Stacy favors the back of her own head as Gerard meets her on the floor. He offers to help her up in the most arrogant way possible. When she declines, he stomps both of her hands. Aggressively pulling her up by the hair, Stacy is ran to the ring steps where her face is smashed into each one. Not content with that, he sends her into the ring post for good measure. Stacy pounds the mat while seeing stars. Angelo assists her to her feet. She is rolled back into the ring with him following close behind. Gerard hits some hang time as he brings his elbow down to her sternum. Gerard strikes a pose on the spot, which also serves as an attempt at a pin. The referee drops into position.
1!
2!
Stacy has no trouble kicking out right at the count. She is hit with a European uppercut, knocking her back into the corner. Angelo carefully moves in. He measures her for a right hand, but instead slaps her with the left. Stacy is turned around, but when she brings her head back, is full of anger. Gerard unloads kick after kick to her midsection until she is sitting. He sticks his foot into her throat...but she pushes back. Angelo is left to hop on one foot as Stacy powers her way back up. Angelo pleads his case, but eats a T-bone in the corner for his troubles. Stacy takes a moment to catch her breath from the opposite side of the ring. Angelo starts to pick himself up. Here she comes...monkey flip! Jones rolls through with him. With his head locked in, she carries the momentum into a DDT. Jones rolls herself out to the apron. She takes a single leap and without thinking twice, scores a 450 splash!
Gerard isn’t allowed a break. Stacy has him back on his feet and pulled into a swinging neckbreaker. No! Angelo counters into a backslide. NO! Jones flips over his back and pulls him into a double arm DDT! Stacy transitions into a crossface! Gerard frantically fights for his life and his close enough to the ropes to get a break. Stacy hears the count of ‘1...2...3...4’ before letting him go. The fans are evenly split here, but favor Stacy at the moment as she is the one with the offense. Gerard is pulled into the air with a landing into her knees. Jones pushes him off. She again transitions into a submission, this time a Mexican surfboard! Angelo yells from the pain of being stretched. This time he has no safety net. The ref is there to ask if he wishes to submit. An emphatic NO! Is the response. Stacy continues to wear him down with it, but after finding no success in the submission win, decides to release him.
Angelo is sent into the ropes. Stacy misses a dropkick, but only because Gerard hung onto the ropes. Angelo works through the burning pain in his muscles to hit a double stomp. As she cradles inward, Angelo locks in a camel clutch. He pulls her back as far as he can for added pressure. She can be heard yelling, but it is muffled. The referee is right there to check for the moment she wishes to give up. Angelo whispers in her ear to do just that. But in a really chauvinistic way. Fans rally behind Stacy Jones, just as they had Gerard Angelo. She starts to fight through the pain for them. Before she is able to break the hold herself, Angelo releases. Stacy is now run head first into the corner behind them. Gerard this time finds success in burying a shoulder into her midsection. He drives in with enough force to push her off her feet. Stacy grimaces as the air is driven out of her. Gerard steps back and plows ahead for a second one, folding Jones between the turnbuckles. Gerard pushes his shoulder forward with an aggressive grind. He has a count placed on him. He moves away from her as Stacy doubles over while dropping to her knees.
Jerry Andrews: That’ll take the wind out of anyone’s sails. If you can’t breathe, you can’t fight.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo will not only have his name of the Walk of Fame someday, but he has the ‘it’ factor that could make him a future champion in PCW.
Jerry Andrews: As does Stacy Jones. Both of them are highly talented and are giving the fans their monies worth tonight!
Stacy is lifted over with a gutwrench suplex. Angelo wraps his powerful legs around her waist and begins to squeeze pressure like an anaconda. STACY! STACY! STACY! Chants break. Angelo rolls her around the ring several times to disorient, but continues to keep her stuck. She DOES manage to power herself up, displaying flexibility as she folds Gerard backwards with a bridge.
1!
2!
Angelo kicks out shortly after two, driving Stacy down onto her tailbone. He releases her, but still remains aggressive. Stacy is pulled into a stalling vertical suplex. Make that a jackhammer! Angelo turns the hips as he lifts her in the air again. Front suplex! Stacy sits on her knees, cradling her stomach from impact. Angelo hits the ropes. He returns only to be caught in handstand! Stacy uses her leg strength to throw Angelo throat first onto the middle rope. She slowly works her way to her feet. Stacy swings between the ropes. 619! Angelo is knocked over onto his back. Stacy takes a few deep breaths. Springboard swanton! Both are down now. Both are favoring their midsections.
LET’S GO STACY! ANG-E-LO! Dual chants hit at a fever pitch.
They claw their way back up, Angelo the quicker to get up. She BLASTS him with a spinning back fist. Angelo is Irish whipped, back body drop! Stacy pounds the mat. Clothesline! Another! Another! Gerard is sent to the corner. SPEAR! He is thrown to the opposite side. SPEAR! Angelo is doubled and staggering. A third Irish whip nets more velocity on the collision. Angelo flings in the air. Stacy charges in with a dropkick. Snap suplex! Jones is on FIRE here. The phoenix has risen! Stacy slaps the buckle. Stomp. Slap. The crowd follows along with her cadence. Gerard staggers to his feet. She locks her right arm around his head, spins around and using the top rope for assistance, plants him with a bulldog!
She hooks the legs.
1!
2!
3—KICKOUT!
Stacy pleadingly holds up three fingers, but is told it was only two. Dejected, but determined, she resolves herself to picking Angelo up to his feet. To the ropes they go. Irish whip attempt is countered. Stacy bounces. She ducks a clothesline. Springboard. Angelo catches her on his shoulders! Death Valley Driver! LOOK ALIVE! From out of nowhere he nails a signature move! Stacy is planted dead center. Gerard takes his time to roll out onto the apron. Gerard crawls the length. He claws himself up to the top turnbuckle. He makes a gesture like a film camera is rolling ala The Hollywood Blonds. Eat your heart out, WARNER BROTHERS, A NEW STAR IS BORN! With the panache of a high flying daredevil and the showmanship of a charismatic actor, “The Man Without Peer” takes high flight with a camera flashing, crowd pleasing, highlight reeling, elbow drop!!
HOLLYWOOD STUNTMAN CONNECTS! Randy Savage would definitely approve. OOOO YEAH!
Gerard hooks both of her legs and rolls back for leverage.
1!
2!
3!--SHE KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!!
Angelo looks in disbelief! He claps his hands three time and disputes the call. The referee, like before, explains the situation to him. His anger is beginning to show. He was convinced he won the part, only to have it taken away from him. Angelo is forced to accept things as they are. Stacy is stirring. Holding her chest. And definitely in pain. Angelo pushes her around with his foot. Each time she swings at him, he moves away in taunting fashion. Angelo ‘helps’ her to her feet. Only to plant a boot in the gut. HOLLYWOOD STUNNER!
IS COUNTERED!!
Stacy waistlocks him out of mid-air, using his own momentum to score with with a leaping German suplex. It’s rather impressive. She rolls through and hits a second one with a bridge. Stacy keeps her shoulders off the mat, while crunching Angelo as much as she can. She is practically on her tippy toes for this pin. The referee slides into position.
1!
2!
3!!
Stacy Jones has done it! She releases Gerard and rolls herself out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Angelo holds the back of his head and with complete shock, is arguing that he had his shoulder off the mat BEFORE the three count! To the naked eye at home, it does appear like he may have himself a case to make.
Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones has won! Or has she…?
Ace Anderson: No, Jerry. You need to put your glasses on. Angelo CLEARLY kicked out before the final count.
Jerry Andrews: It didn’t appear that way to the referee. The faithful here are just as confused. We’re going to need instant replay to see just what happened.
Angelo is continuing to make his case to the referee, going so far as to illustrate what he says happened. Stacy Jones is still at ringside, declaring victory for herself while slapping a few hands in the process of waiting. The video is fed into the tron and considerable time is spent studying the footage in real time and from every angle. It is even slowed down on the definitive angle.
Fans wait with antici…pation for the result.
The replay is conclusive. Stacy Jones has her arm raised in victory!
What was seen is that Angelo DID kick out, but JUST after three. The margin of error was razor thin. If the count were a second more between two and three, Gerard would have staved off elimination. But such is not the case on this night. Stacy celebrates her win as she returns to the back. Angelo is understandably disappointed, but showed that he has the makings of being a big time player in PCW. The future is surely bright for both superstars.
The crowd explodes.
Jerry Andrews: We've had a lot of great matches tonight, but I've been waiting all evening for this one!
Ace Anderson: It should be good, for sure!
Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?
'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers.
Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming
However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.
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 before beginning warming up for the upcoming contest.
"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.
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.
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 two men begin basically where they left off in their last match, battering one another with stiff rights and lefts.
Jerry Andrews: These two guys are already brutalizing each other!
Ace Anderson: I didn’t expect anything less! Look what they did to each other at Mass Destruction!
Tyler Scott manages to get the advantage, and he backs Stormm into the corner following a series of strong shots. He goes to Irish whip Stormm out, but Justin Michaels blocks the move and fires back with a big right forearm shot that sends Scott staggering. Stormm than bursts out of the corner and he bowls over Scott with a clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: What a shot!
The North American champion walks over to his opponent and he pulls him up to his feet. Tyler Scott hits Michaels with a big elbow to the head. He then follows up with knife edge chop that sends Stormm back into the corner. Scott hits another chop, followed by a kick to the stomach that doubles Michaels over. He then pulls him out of the corner and delivers a snap suplex.
Scott goes for the cover and Stormm kicks out at one.
Tyler Scott pulls Michaels up, but Stormm hits him with a right hand. He then quickly grabs him and drives his knee into Scott’s face. Scott staggers backwards and Stormm clotheslines him down to the mat. Justin Michaels stands up and he begins to stomp away on Scott. Scott takes a few hard stomps before rolling to the outside to compose himself and catch his breath.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, after what happened the last time, there are no count outs and no disqualifications in this match.
Stormm slides under the bottom rope to pursue Scott, but Tyler Scott meets him with an elbow followed by a chinbreaker. Scott pulls Stormm but, but Stormm fires back, knocking Scott backwards. Stormm now hits a big right hand and follows that up with a knee to the midsection. He t hen grabs Scott and sets him up, hitting a big gutwrench power bomb on the floor!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! What a move!
Ace Anderson: That could be enough to get a cover but, remember, covers need to happen inside the ring in this match. It’s not a falls count anywhere match.
Michaels stands up and he pulls Scott to his feet. He slams him face-first into the ring apron before rolling him into the ring. Stormm returns to the ring himself and he goes for a cover:
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2…
Tyler Scott kicks out.
Michaels pulls Scott to his feet. Tyler swings and hands a haymaker on Stormm, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Stormm finally breaks Scott’s defences down and forces him against the ropes. He then whips Scott across the ring and Scott returns to hit Stormm with a flying forearm to the face. Stormm is floored but gets back to his feet as quickly as he went down. Tyler jumps to his feet and turns, only to be hit with a back elbow to the nose. Tyler stumbles backwards, dazed by the shot and rebounds off the ropes. Stormm comes forward and hits an uppercut. Tyler is momentarily lifted off his feet but lands back against the ropes. Stormm comes forward but Scott strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Stormm into the centre of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Stormm into the ropes.
Ace Anderson: What a back-and-forth match between these two! I need to catch my breath!
Stormm returns and swings a clothesline. Tyler Scott sees it coming and ducks. Michaels continues charging across the ring. Scott turns and goes for a standing dropkick. However, Stormm catches his feet right in front of his face and holds his legs in mid air. With Tyler dangling down, Stormm takes each foot in each hand and bend Scott’s leg, turning it into a Boston crab.
Jerry Andrews: Boston crab applied on Tyler Scott.
Tyler struggles but manages to claw his way to the ropes and use them as leverage to get himself free from Stormm's grasp.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, there are no disqualifcations in this match! If you get to the ropes, the referee can't do anything if your opponent doesn't release the hold.
Ace Anderson: Smart of Scott to realize that and fight free of that move.
Stormm turns and grabs Tyler by the feet. He runs backwards and lifts Tyler off the mat, before he falls, face first, into the canvas. Tyler clutches his face as Stormm mounts his back. He grabs him underneath the chin and pulls his head back in a camel clutch. Tyler grimaces as he reaches out for the ropes. With his right hand, Scott reaches up and smacks Michaels in the mouth. This causes Michaels to loosen his grip on him and he slips out of his grasp. Tyler then slides backwards, under the legs of Stormm. Scott grabs the ankles and pulls Stormm feet from under him.
Jerry Andrews: Neither of these men has given an inch in this match!
Ace Anderson: That's how much the North American Title means to these guys!
Tyler gets to his feet and cuts off Stormm as he pulls himself up. He stomps away at Stormm violently, causing Stormm to fall between the middle and bottom ropes, to ringside. Scott stops to catch his breath for a moment as Stormm gets to his feet on the outside. Suddenly, Tyler charges at the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and flings himself towards Stormm. Stormm turns to be clobbered by a flying clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a high-risk move from Tyler Scott!
Ace Anderson: And it paid off!
He grabs Stormm and hauls him to his feet. He slides him back into the ring and slides in himself. Scott hooks Michaels' leg and the referee goes down for the pin fall.
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: No! Stormm lifts a shoulder off the mat!
Tyler Scott lifts Michaels to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He takes Stormm over in a snap suplex, holding on as Stormm hits the canvas. Tyler then rolls over, onto Michaels and gets to his feet. He hauls Stormm back to his feet and goes for another suplex. Stormm blocks the suplex with a jab to the kidney before hitting a snap suplex of his own. Stormm then goes to roll on top of Tyler for a cover:
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2…
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott kicks out now!
Stormm lifts Tyler up and he drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm covers. 1…2… Tyler kicks out. Stormm covers again. 1…2… No. And again. 1…2… No.
Jerry Andrews: Michaels is wearing out Tyler Scott with those covers.
Ace Anderson: It does take a lot of effort to kick out of a pin fall, especially after a match this grueling.
Stormm lifts Tyler to his feet and turns him around. He locks a full nelson on Tyler before lifting him up and driving him down. Michaels then hits the ropes and return, before dropping a knee across the face. Scott clutches his face before Stormm hits another knee to the side of the head. Scott is then covered again, by just manages to kick out at the last second.
Jerry Andrews: That was a close one!
Ace Anderson: Stormm's strategy of wearing Scott down seems to be working. It's taking Scott longer and longer to kick out of each pinfall attempt.
Stormm then hits a couple of knee strikes to the ribcage before going back to the head. He brings Tyler to a seated position before wrapping his arm around the neck. Tyler tries to fight out of it, but is unable to do anything. Eventually, Tyler reaches up and grabs Michaels' ear. He twists it and Stormm lets out a yell of pain. This causes Stormm to release him. Scott gets to his feet, as does Stormm. Tyler hits a head butt to the stomach, before lifting Michaels by the legs and dumping him to the canvas with a spine buster. Tyler is unable to take advantage, the knee strikes to the head taking their effect.
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down.
Ace Anderson: I love these two. The hard hitting is so stiff.
Stormm rolls out of the ring to catch his breath and Scott soon follows. Michaels starts to walk around the ring to where Scott is standing, but Scott suddenly runs full speed and he connects with a hige flying back elbow!
Jerry Andrews: Where did Scott get the energy to do that!?
Ace Anderson: I'm not sure, but he's slow to get up now. I think that move took everything he had.
Jerry Andrews: Unfortunately for Tyler Scott, he’s unable to take advantage after such a big move!
Michaels staggers back up to his feet, and Scott is up now as well. Suddenly, Scott charges at him, clotheslining him over the ringside barrier and into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my!
Scott now stands up on the barrier and, as Stormm gets to his feet, Scott leaps off with a crossbody!
Ace Anderson: They’re both out among the PCW Faithful now!
Jerry Andrews: Maybe Tyler Scott got his second wind!
Scott returns to his feet and he pulls Stormm up. Stormm shoves him and he goes crashing to a row of chairs that have been vacated by fans who jumped out of their seats to catch the action. Michaels follows him, picking up a chair and throwing it at him as Scott tries to stand up. Stormm grabs another chair, but he’s hit with a stiff shot to the midsection that doubles him over.
Tyler Scott now climbs to his feet and he grabs Michaels. He pulls him up and hits him with a German suplex onto the chairs! Both men are down on the floor, breathing heavily and struggling to get to their feet now.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got to take our last commercial break of the evening. We’ll keep the cameras rolling and hopefully PCW officials will be able to get this match under control by the time we return!
Ace Anderson: I doubt it!
Trauma returns and Justin Michaels and Tyler Scott are still brawling around in the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: Folks, we’re back and, as you can see, during the break these two have not let up on one another.
Ace Anderson: Just as I predicted!
The two competitors are farther away from the ring now, slugging it out with one another. Michaels grabs Scott and he kicks him in the stomach. Stormm wraps his left arm around Scott's neck, and leans them backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Scott's tights with his free right hand, and lifts his opponent off of the ground. He then falls backwards, bringing Tyler Scott with him, and plants his opponent’s head and neck onto the mat.
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT TO THE FLOOR!
Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott could be unconscious, but they’re a LONG WAY from the ring! Stormm will have to get him back to the ring somehow.
Michaels pulls Scott up and he starts to drag him back through the faithful towards the ring. Scott falls to the floor. Michaels leans down to pull him up, but Tyler Scott hits him with an elbow to the side of the head. Michaels steps towards him again, but Scott takes his legs out from under him, tackling him down to the floor.
Scott is unable to stand up though, and Stormm gets to his feet first. He pulls Scott up and then throws him into another row of chairs.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, you know it’s not like Stormm to go brawling through the crowd like this, but it seems like this rivalry with Tyler Scott cannot be contained in the ring!
Ace Anderson: Or, apparently, even in the ringside area!
Jerry Andrews: I hope the building can contain them!
Ace Anderson: You’re right though. Both of these guys have delivered moves that we don’t normally see them do here tonight. They both know that they’ll need to do something special to get a win here tonight.
Michaels grabs Scott and he drags him back towards the ring once again. This time, he manages to get him to the barrier. Stormm throws Scott over the barrier, and then follows him back. Michaels now pulls Scott up, but Scott pushes forward, causing Stormm to hit the ring apron spine-first. Scott then grabs him by the head and he whips him into the steel stairs!
Scott falls to the floor. Stormm is down as well.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these guys are down at ringside again, but this time this match can’t end in a double count out! We must have a winner!
Ace Anderson: And we’re going to stay with you as long as we possibly can, folks! We all want to see a winner here!
Tyler Scott slowly pulls himself up, using the ring apron. Michaels stands up as well. Tyler Scott kicks him in the stomach!
Jerry Andrews: DDT BY TYLER SCOTT!
Ace Anderson: Stormm's head hit the floor with a crack!
It takes a while for anyone to move, but finally Tyler Scott does. He very slowly pulls Stormm up and slumps him onto the apron. He then slowly rolls him into the ring. Tyler Scott follows. He then goes for a cover:
1…..
2…..
Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels kicks out!!!
Tyler Scott crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Stormm does the same on the other side of the ring. Michaels is actually the first to start moving towards his opponent. He walks towards Scott when…
Jerry Andrews: Switchblade Superkick!!!!
Ace Anderson: He hit it! That’s it!
Justin Michaels hits the mat with a thud. Tyler Scott stumbles and falls to the mat as well.
Jerry Andrews: But Scott can’t capitalize! He can’t get his way over to cover Stormm!
Tyler Scott slowly crawls over to Michaels and he drapes his arm over him:
1…..
2……
Jerry Andrews: Three…. no!!!
Ace Anderson: Justin Michaels kicks out!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: I truly believe that if Tyler Scott had been able to cover Stormm sooner, or if he could have hooked the leg on that cover, we’d have a new champion right now.
Jerry Andrews: But he didn’t and he couldn’t! This match has taken a huge toll on both men!
Scott slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Stormm staggers to his feet behind him. Suddenly, Stormm grabs Scott, taking him down. Michaels uses his right arm to grab Scott's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm, he places it around the front of Scott's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Tyler Scott's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Scott's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Scott's face as well.
Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm applied!
Scott struggles in the hold. He tries to roll through, to break out, but Stormm has him caught. Scott franticly tries to get to the ropes and he does, placing his right leg on top of the bottom rope.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, the referee can’t do anything to force Stormm to break this hold, even if Scott is in the ropes!
Ace Anderson: While Scott’s in the ropes, the submission won’t count, but he hold itself won’t be broken unless Stormm wants to!
Stormm shifts his position to pull Scott away from the ropes, but he also tightens his grip on the Eye of the Stormm!
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott looks like he’s fading.
The referee checks on Scott, asking him if he wants to submit. Scott shakes his head no, but closes his eyes, trying to cope with the pain. Stormm keeps him locked up. The referee asks again. No answer. The referee asks again. No answer.
Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott isn’t moving! I think he’s out!
The referee comes to the same conclusion and calls for the bell.
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott passed out from the pain! Justin Michaels is still our North American Champion!
Stormm finally releases the hold and he gets to his feet. Scott is motionless on the mat. Pure Class Wresting officials rush into the ring to check on him as Michaels is handed the North American Title. He raises it above his head as the show comes to a close.
"I'm not entirely sure how this works, as I've been a little preoccupied with other things of importance for...well, for the entirety of my life. So let's just get a few things out in the open right off the bat, yeah?" The man says with an arrogant yet quiet voice, re-clasping his hands on the table. "I don't know who you are. And by you, I mean every single soul watching this little video recording. The fans who watch this...Pure Class Wrestling; the fighters in this said Pure Class Wrestling as well. I can not say that I am familiar with any single bookie, manager, performer, grip, roadie...or even this little camerman that has been afforded to me."
The man speaking pauses then, and cocks his head to one side. "Yes, you. You, behind the camera, telling me when I can and cannot speak. I could have written this in a letter and sent it to your betters and this whole charade would have been avoided, but my client insisted that I put my face out for the world to see before I started my ever vigilant duty, and that duty is to fulfill my...my contractual agreement." The man talks in a dry and matter of fact voice, and pulls a drawer out from the desk...before slamming down a revolver on top of the paperwork.
The only thing that can be heard is the man breathing, which could either be taken as a ragged sound of an unhealthy man or the sound of a predator, seething with rage and trying to hold everything together. "So, mate, I need to remind you...this time I'm talking exclusively to the camera chap here...I need to remind you that you've seen more with your eyes than I'll allow you to record with your goddamned machine, and if you ever...ever...speak a word about where you are or what you may or may not have seen, I'll kill you. I'll kill you dead, and you won't have to worry about working that shitheel job anymore. Win for me, win for you, depending how you look at it."
A few tense moments pass before the man behind the desk gives an exasperated sight, and opens the revolver to spill out the bullets onto the table. "One, two, three four, fuck off, five. Five bullets gone, one left in, because I don't really trust ya but I want you to TRUST ME, because I'm a bonafide man of my word, did you know that? One bullet." He spins the cylinder a few times with one finger, all the while staring into the lens. He snaps the revolver shut, and lays it back down on the desk. "Now we just don't know where it is, so...if you decide to fuck me, we'll see how fate plays this day out, yeah?"
"Yeah...yeah, no problem. No problem at all." The camerman's voice softly speaks from behind the camera. The fear in the voice prompts the man behind the desk to smile a sociopath's grin, and slam his palms down on the desk.
"RIGHT, then. My name is Arsen Goodstone, and I am a businessman. I don't like talking about my business much on camera, as I've never had much use for filmed evidence, but my esteemed client has paid me a lot, and I mean a fucking LOT, of money to play by the Pure Class Wrestling rules...to an extent. The business I run is a problem solving one; you have a problem, you pay ME, and I make that problem go away."
The cameraman makes a nearly inaudible noise, but Goodstone catches it and raises an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, I just mean...that sounds like mercenary work, and you and your men have already--"
Arsen's right hand snatches the revolver off the desk with a deceiving quickness, pulls back the hammer, and points it at the lens. CLICK. The gun dry fires, and Goodstone slams it back down on the desk. "You might call it mercenary work, a dead man might call it the same. There's a one in five chance, now, that if you say something without being prompted again you'll be both of those things, do you understand?" Goodstone waits, still pointing the gun at the camera. He then rolls his eyes and motions with the gun for the cameraman to answer, waving it about.
"I under--"
CLICK Goodstone pulls the trigger once more, and yet again slams the gun down. "Don't say another fucking word, that was a lesson that you learned only because fate allowed it. I told you to answer, but I didn't want you to, so I pulled the trigger again. This is my world now, and my rules. I want that to be very clear to any of your colleagues watching this; business is open, and I will solve all of your problems. With the right amount of respect and the right amount of money, Arsen Goodstone and his educated employees will make a contract for you and fulfill said contract, minimal questions asked. As long as we're all on the same page here; I might be your employee for the duration of the contract, but I. Am. In. Control."
Goodstone curls his mustache with both hands, finally re-clasping his hands on the desk. "One last thing, as I'm more of a one on one talker than someone to do things in film...while my services are open to the entire PCW staff and performers, I am already here on a contract, and that shall be fulfilled each and every time I step in the ring. I work for the highest bidder, not first come first serve, so if you want me to help YOU...pay up. You pay, I work. Easy peasy, right as rain, bees knees and cats pajamas!"
Goodstone grabs the pistol once more, and points it yet again at the camera. "You can leave now." He pulls the hammer back, readies his aim...but at the last second points the gun towards the ceiling. Luckily for the cameraman, that was the roulette bullet and it fires off into the air. Unluckily for his job, he quakes hard enough to drop the camera, ending the video feed.
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday, April 12th, 2018
Thursday, April 12th, 2018
We go live to a sold out Pure Class Arena where the PCW Faithful is ready to explode with excitement
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and... it's Icemann Invitational Tournament time!
Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and, Jerry, I can't wait!
Jerry Andrews: We have four HUGE tournament preliminary matches happening tonight and, Ace, that's not all!
Ace Anderson: In a rematch from Mass Destruction, Justin "Stormm" Michaels faces off one-on-one with Tyler Scott for the PCW North American Title!
Jerry Andrews: And, this time, there must be a winner!
Down at ringside, we're all ready to go.
Sasha Greene: The following is a preliminary round match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 176 lbs... WASP!
"Welcome To the Jungle" by Guns N Roses begins playing on the PA as the Wasp comes walking out onto the stage. The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.
Jerry Andrews: What an exciting time we're experiencing, the opening round of the spring and summer classic that is the Icemann Invitational, the tournament that has been won by such luminaries of Pure Class Wrestling history as Murdoc, Dan Fierce, Non Compos Mentis, our current PCW World Champion, Kyle Shane...
Ace Anderson: Ah-HEM...
Jerry Andrews: Of course, and my partner's rabid insecurity would flare out of control if I didn't say that Ace Anderson was among the list of people that won TIIT in the past.
Ace Anderson: My partner's rampant disrespect for my legacy aside, this tournament is a big deal. Winners get the privilege to challenge for a title shot of their choosing, at a time and place completely up to them.
Jerry Andrews: And you know that Wasp and his running buddies have been chomping at the bit for an opportunity like this, but has he perhaps drawn a bad hand with his first round opponent tonight?
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 217 lbs... GRIMM!!
Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.
Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.
He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, 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.
Jerry Andrews: Chaotic quiet. Deadly calm. Remorseless. Implacable. These are just a few of the words meant to describe this man, the Hangtown Horror, who has his eyes set on winning this year's tournament.
Ace Anderson: Grimm just came off a match of the night effort against Kyle Shane at Mass Destruction, but he came up short. However anybody that's studied the history of Grimm knows every time he gets taken a step back, his next step forward is destructive and forceful. So his effort against Wasp tonight is going to be too much for Wasp to overcome, I feel.
Jerry Andrews: Maybe true, but... Wasp has one advantage over Grimm. His beard game is at least on level with Grimm's. We're seeing the battle of the beards tonight.
Ace Anderson: Are you on the pot? Grimm IS the beard, it's part of his aura, his... THING. Wasp's beard is nothing compared to that magnificent chin mane.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp's mane is made of steel wool and fists. Don't disrespect the beard!
Ace Anderson: Enough! Let's just get to the match, you weirdo.
Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match
Grimm vs Wasp
Referee: Charles Lim
Wasp and Grimm circle the ring before going for a tie-up. Grimm grabs Wasp's arm and pulls him to the side with an irish whip before applying a sleeperhold. Wasp wrestles with the hold for a moment before stomping down on Grimm's shins forcing Grimm to release the hold. While Grimm is rubbing his shins, Wasp runs and bounces off the ropes behind him and comes back at Grimm with a running dropkick to the back of Grimm's knee taking him to the canvas. Wasp then stomps away at the back of Grimm's leg behind the knee until Grimm begins reaching back grabbing that leg, then Wasp does the same to the other one. Grimm rolls over onto his back to try to punch Wasp off of him, but Wasp just backs up to the legs and puts Grimm in a half boston crab. Wasp continues to damage the knee with punches as Grimm crawls with haste to the ropes grabbing the bottom one. The ref tells Wasp of the grabbing of the ropes and Wasp lets go immediately. But as he does so he steps towards the ropes and delivers a roundhouse kick to the back of Grimm's hand. Grimm pulls it back shaking it and holds up his other hand trying to push Wasp away. Wasp grabs that hand and performs a finger breaking maneuver on Grimm's hand, and Grimm pulls his hand back quickly, clutching it with his other hand before rolling around back and forth in the ring clearly in pain. Wasp applies a few more boots to Grimm, but allowed Grimm to get back up to his feet. Wasp grabs Grimm and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Grimm falls down to the canvas clutching his knees. Wasp then pulls Grimm up to his feet and shoves him backwards into the corner. Wasp then runs to the opposite side of the ring before coming back with a splash to the corner, but Grimm charges forward lifting him up before dropping him head first across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Wasp staggers around for a bit and Grimm uses that to his advantage by kicking Wasp in the gut to bend him over. Grimm then lifts Wasp up above his head in a seated position, before throwing him down almost lightning quick into the turnbuckles with a snap powerbomb. Wasp grabs at his back as he staggers to the middle of the ring and falls flat on his face, still clutching his back.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are really giving it to each other!!!
Ace Anderson: Only time will tell who is going to win this match. But the way this match is going so far, neither of these men are going to be winners by a long shot.
Jerry Andrews: They both are taking in a lot of damage to key areas of their bodies thats for sure.
Ace Anderson: And how much more punishing was it that it was done on the turnbuckles instead of the canvas like usual?! Wasp could really be in trouble from the get go.
Grimm pulls Wasp's head up into a facelock before lifting him up in a vertical position. Grimm holds this for almost thirty seconds before dropping Wasp to the canvas with a vertical suplex. Wasp flops like a fish for a moment clutching at his back as Grimm gets to his feet with a grin on his face. Grimm grabs Wasp with another facelock, but Wasp jerks the feet out from under Grimm with a basic takedown. Wasp holds on to both of Grimm's legs and Grimm covers his private parts. Wasp kicks each leg once behind the knee while still holding onto them before jumping forward with an overcastle performed on both legs, landing with a senton across Grimm's sternum before rolling off to the side after the impact. Wasp then turns quickly around and begins laying punches to Grimm's forcing Grimm to use his hands to cover himself. Wasp grabs one of these arms and begins dropping knees on it whether it is straight or not with intent on breaking them.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp may have found an effective strategy for Grimm, targeting that arm. Grimm is still suffering the wounds inflicted on him in that war with Kyle Shane.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, and Grimm, rather gruesomely, had that arm aggressively targeted by Kyle, including the visual of Grimm dislocating it to escape a submission. He has got to be working with one limb at this point.
Grimm eventually curls himself up into a ball clutching a damaged body part of some kind, and as he does so Wasp runs and hits the ropes. Grimm gets up to one knee as Wasp goes to do a shining wizard. But Grimm ducks it and Wasp falls down back first across Grimm's shoulders. Grimm quickly latches onto him and stands up. Wasp wiggles trying to get free, but Grimm manages to drop Wasp over the top rope to the outside with an inverted death valley driver. Grimm leaves the ring through the ropes and jumps down beside the ailing Wasp. Grimm pulls Wasp up to a side Three/Four headlock position and some of the ringside fans begin taunting him. The ref counts them both out.
One....
Wasp then shoves Grimm off of him with everything he has, and then follows it up with a spear taking Grimm down hard against the railing. Wasp then follows that up with a series of punches to Grimm's head to weaken him down. Wasp then follows that up with a series of kicks working on the wounds that were inflicted to Grimm by Kyle Shane.
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Wasp continues his relentless assault until blood starts to trickle in a river from a cut on the eyebrow of Grimm.
Six...
Seven...
Jerry Andrews: Wasp is really laying it to Grimm.
Wasps stop dealing the punishment to go roll into the ring. Wasp rolls back out to restart the count. Wasp lifts Grimm's bloody self up and holds him up in a crucifix position for everyone to see. Wasp begins to spin around, but as he throws Grimm off, Grimm spins and lands on his feet and hands almost in a football lineman's stance before charging Wasp and taking him down with a spear of his own.
One...
Two...
Three...
Grimm follows it up with a vicious series of punches and kicks of his own with Wasp against the railing and doesn't stop until Wasp is also bleeding.
Four...
Five...
Six...
Grimm lifts Wasp up onto his shoulder as if to be preparing for a powerslam. Wasp slides down Grimm's back and kicks Grimm in the back of the knee. Wasp then pulls back on Grimm's head, slamming it down on top of his knee.
Seven...
Eight...
Grimm lays on the outside holding his head as Wasp climbs into the ring and heads up the turnbuckle, getting the ref to stop the ring-out count. The crowd gets on their feet. Wasp jumps off in Grimm's direction with a guillotine leg drop as cameras flash off from around the arena, only for Grimm to roll out of the way at the last second. Wasp's backside hits nothing but hard concrete as The ref restarts his ten-count.
Jerry Andrews: CRASH AND BURN!!!
Ace Anderson: ...He's none too bright, is he?
One...
Two...
Jerry Andrews: Wasp had the match won until he climbed the turnbuckles. He clearly wants more out of Grimm than just a victory.
Ace Anderson: Well, we know that for a fact Jerry. But if he keeps taking high risk opportunities like this, he's not going to beat Grimm.
Wasp leans over to one side clutching at his lower back as Grimm gets up to his feet. Grimm grabs Wasp in a front facelock as he pulls him up to his feet. Grimm then falls back driving Wasp's head into the concrete with a DDT, and Grimm keeps the hold applied locking on legscissors around Wasp's body. Grimm then pulls up with his arm trying to choke the lift out of Wasp with a guillotine chokehold.
One...
Two...
Three...
Grimm wrenches Wasp's neck some more while keeping the hold applied. Wasp tries fighting Grimm off to release the hold, but Grimm clinches on tighter and shakes Wasp from side to side to increase it's effect.
Ace Anderson: Are they both trying to get counted out here?!
Jerry Andrews: Well you know Grimm is most comfortable when he is raining down punishment. But you don't want to get counted out and neither one advances to the next round.
Four...
Five...
Jerry Andrews: It doesn't take long for people to get seriously injured from a hold like this. Wasp can't take much more.
Ace Anderson: Well, lucky for him he won't because Grimm probably wants this win just as much as he does.
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Grimm tosses Wasp off to the side and rolls into the ring. Grimm then rolls back out of the ring and goes back over to Wasp. Grimm raises a dazed Wasp up to his feet, and then throws his close arm over his shoulder and tosses Wasp over his back with a T-Bone suplex that leaves Wasp's body fidgeting on the concrete.Grimm lifts Wasp back up to his feet and applies a bearhug. Wasp fights to turn Grimm's head, and as Grimm taunts him Wasp shoves his fingers inside Grimm's mouth for a mandible claw. Grimm release the bearhug and tries to pull Wasp's hand out of his mouth, but when Grimm fails to succeed he kicks Wasp between the legs stooping him over. The ref somehow sees none of it. Stupid-ass blind ref. Grimm lifts Wasp up, turning him upside down before dropping him to the concrete with a tombstone piledriver. Wasp's body fidgets some more as blood squirts from his open wounds.
Five...
Six...
Seven....
Grimm rolls back into the ring and then back out again to break the count. He throws Mic inside, and goes for a cover.
Jerry Andrews: Amazingly, I think this is the first legit cover of the match!
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout.
Grimm pulls a lifeless and bloodied Wasp up, walking him over and he slams Wasp's head off the turnbuckle. Grimm slaps Wasp in the chest several times with a series of chops. Finally, he grips Wasp in a facelock, and starts pulling himself up to stand on the second turnbuckle. Wasp has stopped moving about two minutes ago. The visual of Grimm, holding Wasp's head under his arm as he stands on the turnbuckle, a rivulet of blood running down his eyebrow, is memorable and cameras go off, but Grimm is relentless and wastes no more time than neccessary to get up and then fling himself off, taking them both down and spiking Wasp directly into the mat with a tornado DDT. Wasp twitches, and then no more. Grimm rolls him over.
Jerry Andrews: A Harvest seals the end of this match.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, Wasp did what he could, but Grimm came back from Mass Destruction with a purpose.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!
Ding Ding Ding
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round... GRIMM!!!
"Counting Bodies Like Sheep" begins playing and Grimm stands. He doesn't waste time on ostentatious posing to the crowd, he just surveys the ring and the damage he caused, and nods, calling it good. The referee is occupied with checking on Wasp, who still hasn't moved.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp did indeed meet a spot of bad luck in the first round, and Grimm is moving past him.
Ace Anderson: With the state Grimm is in, I don't know anyone who would want to draw him in their bracket.
Grimm walks straight up the ramp, not pausing to look back, as Wasp is sitting up, dazed in the ring.
/span]Backstage, Gerard Angelo is walking through the hallway, fresh from his match when he stops in his tracks, glaring at someone off camera. It pans to the left to show Tamika with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk curling her lip. The camera cuts back to Angelo and he spins to his left, swinging q wild right, and connects with an ambushing Braddock. The blow catches him off guard, staggering him, and Angelo immediately fires off another right jab.
Ace Anderson: Gerard trying his best to avoid getting jumped.
Tamika strikes from behind with a double axe handle across his shoulders and neck. Gerard's brief flurry is halted in its tracks as Braddock spits yellow mist into the face of the Hollywood Hero, blinding him.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo has drawn the ire of Braddock and his Circus mates.
Tamika slams Gerry's face into the wall while Braddock laughs before planting a boot into the Hero's gut. In the blink of an eye Gerry is spiked onto the floor with a ddt, leaving Angelo motionless on the ground.
Braddock: Call me, Ahab. I'm goin to kill you like he wanted to that damn whale.....
The scene them returns to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
The enthusiastic fans repeat the last two words in unison, drawing a slight chuckle from Ms. Greene.
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: Introducing first, from the Land of the Rising Sun, 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 his opponent.
Sasha Greene: And his oppon---
Commotion breaks out as a gang of PCW officials rush down to the ring after being summoned by the assigned referee. They begin to request that Alexa Black leave ringside IMMEDIATELY! This, of course, draws LOUD cheering from the fans. But the leader of the Psycho Circus, not one to be trifled with, isn’t going to cooperate. Yukio joins in on the foray, demanding answers about what the hell is going on.
Jerry Andrews: I believe that, YES, Alexa Black is being BANNED from ringside! This makes my night, Ace!
Ace Anderson: On what grounds does she deserve to be sent to the back?? She hasn’t done anything wrong!
Jerry Andrews: She was born! That alone should be cause for permanent residence at the nearest mental hospital!
Alexa Black continues to protest, growing madder and madder with each spoken word (some of which is not suitable for children). She eventually decides to comply. Amazing what a warning of immediate disqualification of Yukio does to one’s decision making. Yukio follows the entourage to the far side of the ring. He is left to stand alone. Seething.
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! RAZOR BLADE HAS ARRIVED!
...WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!
The BIG DOG is quick to attack an unsuspecting Hiroshi from behind with it! Shot after shot is leveled against the massive back of the former Yokozuna. He is a man possessed, and with good reason, considering Tamika Steele, a fellow stablemate of Yukio’s, cost him the chance to potentially win the Underground title! Hiroshi is hammed all the way onto his hands and knees. Alexa has been watching this all transpire on the PCW-tron, but her effort to get back to the ring is met with resistance! The referee for the bout rushes to the ring. Razor discards of the chair as he sets himself in the corner. Waiting.
The referee checks on Hiroshi. He gives the zebra the go ahead to ring the bell as it will take MORE than a weapon to put him down. Or so he thinks amongst the pain coursing through his body.
Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match
Razor Blade vs Hiroshi Yukio
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
Yukio uses the ropes as leverage. Grimacing, he turns to face his attacker. SPEAR! YUKIO IS DOWN! Razor Blade covers his much larger foe.
1!
2!
3!!
NO! YUKIO PRESSES RAZOR AT TWO! The fans are the ones who counted three. Excitement does strange things to some. Razor mounts Yukio before going full cage fighter with a stiff ground-and-pound attack. One can imagine he is picturing the shots hitting every member of the Psycho Circus as he does this. Razor carries the onslaught to the legal count of five. He then returns to feet while sitting Hiroshi upright. Razor hits the ropes and returns with a dropkick to the face. Yukio rolls himself to the bottom, where his head lays. Razor Blade rolls out of the ring for a sprint.
DRIVE-BY!
Razor Blade fist bumps outstretched hands before he returns to the ring. Yukio has his head grasped. Razor Blade heads up top. SPLASH...into knees! Razor clutches his midsection while gasping for air in the fetal. Yukio rolls himself over. He has absorbed all of the early punishment. He may be slowed down a bit, but he is ready to make Razor Blade pay. Yukio picks his spot. Running senton! That’s what a successful splash looks like, BIG DOG. Yukio reaches down to propel Razor in the air. He catches him on the fall across his shoulders, then falls back for a samoan drop. Again, Razor Blade is left looking for oxygen. Yukio drags him to a corner. Razor is left leaning between the middle and bottom buckle. Yukio races to the opposite side, showing of a bit of speed in the process. Here he comes...CANNONBALL SPLASH! The girth of Yukio practically swallows Razor Blade whole. He oozes outside of the ring (with a ‘gentle’ push), hitting with a loud splat.
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is finding his insides being tenderized here, and this after a red hot start to the match!
Ace Anderson: Well, no one one ever said he was the sharpest BLADE in the drawer. See what I did there, Jerry?
Jerry Andrews: You must be proud of yourself.
Yukio lines Razor Blade up with the ring post. Taking a few steps back, he yells something in Japanese and then charges in. Razor moves (or falls) out of the way! Yukio smacks hard into the ring post, lowering him momentarily to a non-protest knee. Razor is unable to capitalize on the momentum, however. He finds himself tasting the steel at the end of it all. Just via Irish whip. NOW Yukio scores with a splash, compressing him with nowhere to go. Yukio slides half of his body in the ring and then back out to break the count at five. Boos greet his run of offense. Frankly my dear, he doesn’t give a damn. Razor is hoisted in the air. He manages to somehow fight off an attempted bodyslam. Now positioned behind Hiroshi, he runs him head first back into the same ring post that has been getting the business.
Razor powers through the pain in order to slam Yukio’s face against it a total of ten times. It is now his turn to break the count! Razor Blade scores with a running shoulder tackle! Yukio is driven backwards against the railing. SPEAR THROUGH THE BARRICADE takes care of that support system! Both men are down at the feet of some lucky front row fans. The entire arena is alive after that spot, chanting the name of RAZOR BLADE as they appreciate the spot. Oddly enough, it is him who reaches the ring first. That leaves Yukio half the remaining count to get in or lose via count-out. Razor is down to a knee as his continues favoring his worked over midsection. But the ear to ear grin on his face tells a different story. Yukio is back to the ring himself at eight and inside by nine. He is maneuvered into the corner. Razor lowers his shoulder for a pair of vicious rams to the gut of Yukio. Razor then unloads a series of ten clotheslines with each one being counted out.
Razor Blade feeds off the energy of his fans. Pain be damned, he is not going to be deterred. He runs the ropes and returns only to take a standing side kick in the mouth for his troubles. He favors his jaw for a moment. He shakes that off and tries again. POP UP POWERBOMB! NO! Razor counters with a hurricanrana!! Yukio is sent for a tumble with that surprising counter. The five-hundred pounder is in some trouble here as Razor Blade looks to score a huge victory in the opening round of the tournament. He picks his spot in a corner. Razor crouches down, ordering Yukio to get his “big fat ass up” while waiting. Yukio does and turns around in time to kick the teeth out of his God damn mouth from an attempted spear. Razor is sent to the ropes, POP UP POWERBOMB this time connects. Yukio bounces off the ropes and returns to sit down on a leap to Razor Blade’s chest (think Earthquake). He remains there and demands a count from the referee.
1!
2!
3—NO! Razor Blade reaches down deep to get a shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Yukio is not amused. He throttles his throat while getting off of him. Razor Blade is pulled off his feet and thrown HARD into the buckles. Avalanche! Razor falls into Yukio, but is propped in the corner. Irish whip. Razor collides in the corner. He gets no reaction time as Yukio plows into him with another avalanche. This process repeats two more times before Yukio allows him to go Ric Flair and kiss the mat. Yukio has a few words for the faithful. Naturally that gets them booing him all the way back to the Orient. Hiroshi smiles at his handiwork. He could probably put Razor Blade out of his misery, but why stop the fun? Yukio paint brushes him across the face a few times. Razor is yanked by the hair. Yukio pie faces him into the ropes. Razor Blade somehow manages to fire off a forearm smash to the face! Yukio charges in and takes an elbow. Razor flings body shots. They don’t have a whole lot behind them, but they are hitting.
Yukio stops everything with a massive belly-to-belly suplex. Yukio follows it up with one of his signature moves. HIROSHIMA HAMMER! Yukio covers him following it.
1!
2!
3!--NO! Razor Blade SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, is able to stay alive!! Fans are stunned by this. As is Hiroshi. Chants of RAZOR BLADE grow louder and louder as the faithful try to will him back into this match, wanting nothing more than to see an Alexa Black goon put down and out of the tourney. Hiroshi shakes his head angrily. Razor Blade is pulled to the corner. Hiroshi stomps him on the chest before taking the steps onto the middle rope.
Jerry Andrews: This doesn’t look good for Razor Blade…
Ace Anderson: It damn sure won’t feel good, either!
Jerry Andrews (cringing): OHH! THERE IT IS! Mt. Fuji Drop!
Hiroshi decides that he doesn’t want to stay seated on him for the pin. No. He decides to give him ANOTHER! This time he doesn’t move.
1!
2!
Yes he does.
The booing picks up where it left off. Hiroshi mocks them all, making sure to taunt a crying child in the front row who is being consoled by his parents. Yukio is back up on the ropes again…
A THIRD MT. FUJI DROP!!
Jerry Andrews: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, GODDAMNIT!!
Hiroshi folds his arms and smiles arrogantly. The referee is there to make the count.
1.
2.
3.
The bell is mercifully called for as this one is in the books.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, HIROSHI YUKIO!
“The Destroyer” allows his arm to be raised in victory. While that happens, Razor Blade is pushed out of the ring. Yukio taunts the fans as he exits victoriously and on the march up the ramp.
/span]Sasha Greene: The following is a preliminary round match of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, and it is also for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship! Introducing first, she weighs in at 110 lbs... ARICA "TROUBLE" LEWITT!!
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. Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, usually staring her opponent down if they are in the ring or staring at the back, waiting for them to come out. She climbs a turnbuckle to either wait for her opponent or to anger the crowd more.
Jerry Andrews: The Icemann Invitational opening round rolls on, and this match has two stakes for the price of one. If Trouble Lewitt unseats Dominator tonight, she will not only advance to the next round, she will walk away as the new Underground Queen.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, easy, you say, all she has to do is dethrone the champion who come through the most brutal, unforgettable Underground title defenses in recent memory and is close to setting a record with his reign. It'll be a snap.
Jerry Andrews: I can't deny that Dominator has proven his staying power with the Underground title, but I think Trouble has a fighting chance.
The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…
…DOMINATOR…
The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.
He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.
He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.
Ace Anderson: Will you look at Dominator, he's almost smiling here, grinning at the idea that he's going to get to pummel this girl into submission and keep his Underground title.
Jerry Andrews: Let's not forget that Trouble has proven her mettle in this ring before, she has brought Dominator to his knees and even upset Hiroshi Yukio. Every one of the preliminary round stands a fighting chance to get to the finals.
Ace Anderson: Don't give me that "any man with two hands..." garbage. Dominator literally has two hundred fifty pounds on her, almost another person. She's the one in Trouble.
Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match
Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Arica "Trouble" Lewitt
Referee: Manny Cruz
The bell rings signaling the start of the match, and Dominator and Trouble circle around the ring to get a feel for each other. Dominator comes in first, looking for a good old fashioned elbow and collar tie-up, but Trouble ducks underneath Dominator and hooks a rear waistlock. Dominator charges forward, carrying Trouble behind him as he runs into the ropes and hooks his arms underneath them before bouncing Trouble off of him. Trouble rolls backwards onto her knees where Dominator comes charging in, but Trouble is lightning quick with a front dropkick that knocks Dominator right back into the ropes. Trouble quickly follows up by running towards Dominator, who ducks down and lifts Trouble up and over the top rope where she gracefully lands on her feet on the ring apron. Dominator sees her though and elbows her in the gut before grabbing her head and forcing it into the nearest turnbuckle. With Trouble stunned, Dominator slams her head one more time in the turnbuckle before performing a man-handling hip toss that slams Trouble back into the ring. Dominator steps on the bottom rope to give himself a boost in the air before he comes down with a hard knee drop right across the cheek of his opponent before he hooks the leg.
Ace Anderson: Dominator almost crushed Trouble like a bug there!
The referee: One...
A game Trouble kicks out and tries to sit up, but Dominator is quick, gripping Trouble's hair and slamming the back of Trouble’s head into the mat. He leaps to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and looks for a leg drop, but Trouble rolls out of the way leaving Dominator to land flat on his ass! Trouble shoots towards the ropes, bounces back, and does a front flip neck breaker on Dominator. She rolls under the bottom rope and sprints to the nearest turnbuckle, reaching the top in 0.001 seconds before jumping off with a brilliant moonsault! She stays and hooks the leg.
The referee: One... Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: Some how, some way she's got Dominator off his feet!
Trouble reaches her feet and shoots off the ropes while Dominator slowly reaches a vertical base. Trouble looks for a Lou Thesz Press, but Dominator uses his wide strength advantage to plant Trouble right back down with a vicious spine buster. At that, Dominator exits the ring and walks over to the timekeeper, pulling out the most basic of hardcore implements, a steel chair out from timekeeping. Smiling coldly, Dominator holds the chair up to the crowd, and he starts walking over towards the ring and sliding in with the chair. Trouble starts to work his way to his feet. Dominator comes forward swinging the chair at Trouble’s face! Trouble ducks out of the way avoiding the contact. Dominator spins around where he’s met with a boot to the midsection by Trouble causing Dominator to drop the chair. Trouble picks the chair up before smashing it across the back of Dominator which sends Terry to the floor. Trouble raises the chair a second time before smashing it across Dominator’s back!
Jerry Andrews: Two chair shots across the back of Dominator by Trouble!
Trouble dislodges the top portion of the steel steps. She then slides them into the ring as well before she herself slides under the bottom rope.
Trouble reaches her feet where he reaches down picking the steel steps up off the mat. Trouble measures Dominator who starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base. Trouble charges towards Dominator looking to smash the big man in the face! The crowd roars as Dominator simply catches both sides of the steel steps in his hands, and using his much greater strength advantage over Arica Lewitt... rips them out of her hands! Dominator roars at her, and Trouble screams back, terrified. Dominator PLOWS into Trouble with the steps, and she's almost ragdolled off her feet by the impact. Dominator tosses the steps over the side of the ropes, and he mounts Trouble. Dominator starts hammering away with straight right hands to the face and head of Trouble! He rains down punches on her forehead while the girl can do little more than cover up. Finally, it gets to the point where the ref is a little uncomfortable and he grabs Dominator's shoulder, saying "Come on, man"... Dominator flings his shoulder and yells at him.
Jerry Andrews: The referee doesn't have a lot of rules in an Underground match, but he may have saved Trouble just because he was uncomfortable seeing her getting pummeled like that.
Ace Anderson: Which is not his hill to die on, there. He did the wrong thing. Trouble signed on for this, and she was okay with it. She has to reap the consequences.
Jerry Andrews: Well, what line do you draw on decency, Ace? Is that called for?
Ace Anderson: Listen, for Dominator, his goals are two-fold, retain his Underground title, and get through the next round of the Icemann Invitational. Nowhere in there is there some Marquis of Queensbury stipulation about taking it easy on little ladies.
While Dominator is thus distracted by the referee Trouble has gathered her wits a little bit, and when he bends down to lift the limp form of Arica Lewitt, that tricky Trouble manages to gouge Dominator in the eyes before kicking him in the kneecap.. Trouble gets to her feet, and while a groaning Dominator in on one knee she hits a running flatliner! The crowd boos Trouble reaches her feet, where she picks up the steel chair and places it across the chest of Dominator. Trouble runs and bounces off the far side where she gains a full head of steam before delivering a rolling thunder on top of the steel chair! Dominator rolls off to one side, contorting and holding his sides.
Jerry Andrews: Trouble might have just broken Dominator’s ribs!
Feeling it now, Trouble shoots to her feet and begins playing to the crowd. Horatio Mortimer, standing on the outside, suddenly gets closer and begins pointing and shouting at her. Trouble gets closer to the ropes and shouts back at him, then she spits in his general direction. Horacio holds his hands up and backs away, wanting no more to do with this nasty woman, when Trouble turns, though, she feels immediately that this was a distraction and she regrets giving so much energy to Mortimer. Because, uh, Dominator is on his feet and immediately takes her head off with a big boot. Dominator roars like the beast he is, and lifts a lifeless Trouble up with ease. Seeing the chair that was used to squish him lying on the mat, he vows to use it one more time as he walks Trouble over like a little doll in his arms. He lifts Trouble up from the side, kicks the chair into position next to him and drops her back with a thunderous lifting reverse STO, smashing Trouble right onto the chair.
Jerry Andrews: Short and sweet, Trouble was just obliterated with an Anachronism on the steel chair!
Ace Anderson: The big man is obsessed with time, so you know he didn't come tonight to get paid by the hour.
Dominator drops down into a pin, squashing his forearm into her face.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!
Ding Ding Ding
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round, and STILL Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... DOMINATOR!!
"Losing My Religion" by Trivium plays on the PA as Dominator stands, holding his hands up triumphantly. The referee brings him his title, which he snatches and holds up proudly. Trouble is left cringing and holding herself on the mat.
Jerry Andrews: A big win for Dominator, as he once again asserts his place in the Underground division, and moves on to the next round!
Ace Anderson: This is another guy who I would hate to draw on my block of the tournament. It is going to be interesting to see as the brackets break down, who will get to the finals of TIIT and become this year's winner.
Jerry Andrews: Are we looking at the winner of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament now?
Jerry Andrews: An emphatic victory by The Underground King!
The referee raises Dominator’s arm in victory. Horacio Mortimer climbs into the ring with the Underground Championship and a microphone in his hands. He hands the King his crown, which he raises exultantly above his head. Horacio applauds him for a moment before waiting for Dominator’s music to fade in preparation to speak.
Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Horacio Mortimer…
His speech is spaced apart by design to allow the fans to speak alongside his introduction. He lets out a small grin.
Horacio Mortimer: …and I would like to take this opportunity to address all the superstars in the back who might be under the misconception that they will be victorious in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. For months on end, my client The Zenith has laid waste to anybody and everybody in his path. As such, your dreams for immortalisation are futile. In one-on-one competition, Dominator remains UNDEFEATED!
The fans really are unsure how to treat this statement. They cannot help but respect Dominator for his accomplishments, but the fact that Horacio is shoving this fact directly down their throats on a weekly basis is almost too much for them to bear.
Horacio Mortimer: Ms. Lewitt had the opportunity to take the King’s Crown tonight. And she squandered it… not that she even stood a chance. Unfortunately for our next opponents, they will not have the opportunity to compete for the gold. We COULD try to coerce the management to allow us to put The Underground Title on the line in our next bout…
The crowd immediately erupts into approving cheers.
Horacio Mortimer: …but what would be the point?
Their cheers immediately transform into boos. Horacio has an exceedingly smug expression on his face.
Horacio Mortimer: Gerard Angelo or Stacy Jones, whoever the victor of their contest may be, will fall like all the rest. It is Dominator’s destiny to rise to the top of this federation. His triumph in the Icemann Invitational Tournament is a mere continuation of his unparalleled ascension. To permit Gerard, Stacy or anybody else an opportunity to be humbled is nothing short of a waste of time. Allow us to show you why.
Horacio runs his hand through the air above the fallen Lewitt as if she were laying on a silver platter. He nods to Dominator, who takes a couple of steps towards the defenceless Trouble.
Jerry Andrews: No! Not again!
Ace Anderson: We’ve seen this before. Dominator is going after a downed opponent after picking up the victory.
With an almost psychotic look in his eye, Dominator grabs Arica by the throat and lifts her into a bridged position. Here comes another Anachronism! With so much force and thrust behind the backward swing, Dominator releases Trouble earlier than usual. Like the debris being tossed from a trebuchet, Trouble is sent FLYING over the top rope and right out of the ring. She crashes to the outside with a heavy thud. The crowd are in shock at the hangtime Arica received from that Anachronism. Even Horacio winces at the impact. He quickly recomposes himself, returning his attention to the crowd on which Dominator is now fixated.
Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you… the eventual winner of the annual Icemann Invitational Tournament, the greatest King that has ever ruled over the Underground, The Zenith, The Suzerain of Time… DOMINATOR!
Dominator throws his arms into the air, letting out a battle cry as TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” begins to blast over the PA System. Horacio applauds his client on a job well done, before checking his watch and pointing to the back. Clearly, their schedule demands that they vacate the ring immediately. Dominator clambers over the top rope, jumping off the apron and marching up the ramp with Mortimer in hot pursuit. EMTs rush past the members of The Chronological Order to check the welfare of Arica Lewitt, who has not moved since that vicious Anachronism to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator has made a statement here tonight! He will face the winner of Stacy Jones and Gerard Angelo in the next round. You’ve got to wonder what will be going through their heads with the knowledge that they’ll have to face this monster in two weeks time.
Ace Anderson: I’m going to go ahead and say it. Even though you’ve got guys like Grimm, Seromine, Gabriel, Stormm and so much promising talent in this tournament, I would say that Dominator is a dark horse to win this whole thing.
Jerry Andrews: I think he’s more than just a dark horse, Ace. He’s got to be an odds on favourite at this stage! Just WHO can stop the unstoppable Dominator!?
/span]Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for…
Faithful (in unison): ONE FALL!
Sasha laughs at the participation. She was ready for it this time and decided to let them have some fun. At ringside, all of the lights turn off suddenly, unceremoniously plunging the entire arena in darkness.
Spotlights appear, in purest white light and begin searching across the crowd, ring, ramp and eventually settling on the stage.
The lights flicker from white, to blue, to white again before the sounds of shattering glass are heard echoing through the arena and the spotlights seem to dissipate.
A moment of silence that hangs throughout the arena until the lights flash on and off, bright and sudden, like a strobe effect before a pyrotechnic crackles around the big screen as "Awake and Alive" by Skillet plays, the spotlights back now, the bright white light appears to dance around the crowd as a blonde haired woman walks out on to the stage ready to tackle the challenge ahead of her.
Sasha Greene: Hailing from San Francisco, California. She is STACY JONES!
The camera gets up close to the stage to get the woman on screen. She is wearing black wrestling tights emblazoned with an angel wing design around the top and a white belt. On top, she wears a black and white matching top and shoulder pads with a pair of sunglasses as she confidently walks to the ring to face her opponent.
Sasha Greene: And her opponent…
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.
Sasha Greene: From Hollywood, California. He weighs two hundred and twenty one pounds, “The Hollywood Hero” GERARD ANGELO!
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 top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.
Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match
Stacy Jones vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
The two fan favorites size one another up. But in Gerry’s case, an extra dose of “window dressing” is applied as he studies the assets of Stacy. She’s not impressed. This could be a “psych out tactic” of “Mr Star-Power” but who knows. The man IS an actor after all. After a bit of stalling, the two lock horns. Stacy almost immediately catches Gerard off guard with an arm drag. Angelo is up, but doesn’t rush into trouble. The look on his face indicates he was surprised. The two circle again. Gerard comes in for the tie-up, but Stacy rotates her body around so that she is behind him. Stacy takes Anglo down with a drop toe hold this time. She then transitions over him with a headlock. Angelo, displaying a bit of speed himself, spins to his feet and is able to free himself. Stacy finds herself caught in a waistlock. She’s pushed forward into the ropes. She locks her arms around them to keep from rolling back with Gerard. When she turns around, he is there to dump her to the floor with a clothesline.
Gerard wastes little time in a follow up. He races the length of the ring, springs onto the top rope, and takes a leap of faith into a dropkick counter that catches him in the chest! Stacy rolls through and once able, scores a shining wizard! Gerard is returned inside of the ring. Stacy hops through the ropes, ducking a haymaker. She unloads with several stiff MMA shots. When Gerard covers his body, she tags him in the mouth. Gerard does manage to block an uppercut. He turns it around into a hammerlock. Chopping Stacy down behind the knees now, Gerard plants her kisser into the canvas with a bulldog. The charismatic aggressor swings Stacy to the corner. She charges out with a devastating superkick that puts Gerard head over heels. Stacy nearly scores with a curb stomp, but Angelo is just able to get out of the way. He looks to take her down by the ankle, but she barrel rolls over his body. Angelo is up and staggered with a pele kick. Now against the ropes is “The Golden Boy” as he hangs the back of his head.
Stacy Jones returns the earlier favor and scores herself a clothesline of him to the outside floor. Jones steps through the ropes. Again she avoids being swept off her feet. Angelo finds her foot connecting to his face. He is turned for a split second and then gets put down with a picture perfect moonsault! Stacy rolls under the ropes, bringing Angelo with her. He is introduced to the top turnbuckle. Someone get the ice pack ready, because STACY BY GAWD JONES lights up the chiseled chest of Angelo with WOOOO! Stinging knife edge chops. Angelo does his best to cover up, but finds his right arm being ripped away and led into an attempted Irish whip. He reverses and pulls Stacy into a knee to the midsection. She remains doubled over for a few seconds while Angelo gets his wits about him. Stacy is allowed to lean back up, but is rushed into the corner. Gerard attempts a shoulder thrust, but gets a knee lift instead. Jones sits herself up top. Angelo turns on a dime in order to push her off. Stacy cartwheels onto the apron before tumbling to the floor itself.
Jerry Andrews: Lightning paced action here between two of PCW’s newest. Neither is able to get a consistent advantage, showing they are equally matched!
Ace Anderson: Yeah but Gerard Angelo is a box office sensation. He knows what it takes to win. Just check the list of titles he has won elsewhere! Stacy is just returning to action. I think she should have remained in the mothballs.
Stacy favors the back of her own head as Gerard meets her on the floor. He offers to help her up in the most arrogant way possible. When she declines, he stomps both of her hands. Aggressively pulling her up by the hair, Stacy is ran to the ring steps where her face is smashed into each one. Not content with that, he sends her into the ring post for good measure. Stacy pounds the mat while seeing stars. Angelo assists her to her feet. She is rolled back into the ring with him following close behind. Gerard hits some hang time as he brings his elbow down to her sternum. Gerard strikes a pose on the spot, which also serves as an attempt at a pin. The referee drops into position.
1!
2!
Stacy has no trouble kicking out right at the count. She is hit with a European uppercut, knocking her back into the corner. Angelo carefully moves in. He measures her for a right hand, but instead slaps her with the left. Stacy is turned around, but when she brings her head back, is full of anger. Gerard unloads kick after kick to her midsection until she is sitting. He sticks his foot into her throat...but she pushes back. Angelo is left to hop on one foot as Stacy powers her way back up. Angelo pleads his case, but eats a T-bone in the corner for his troubles. Stacy takes a moment to catch her breath from the opposite side of the ring. Angelo starts to pick himself up. Here she comes...monkey flip! Jones rolls through with him. With his head locked in, she carries the momentum into a DDT. Jones rolls herself out to the apron. She takes a single leap and without thinking twice, scores a 450 splash!
Gerard isn’t allowed a break. Stacy has him back on his feet and pulled into a swinging neckbreaker. No! Angelo counters into a backslide. NO! Jones flips over his back and pulls him into a double arm DDT! Stacy transitions into a crossface! Gerard frantically fights for his life and his close enough to the ropes to get a break. Stacy hears the count of ‘1...2...3...4’ before letting him go. The fans are evenly split here, but favor Stacy at the moment as she is the one with the offense. Gerard is pulled into the air with a landing into her knees. Jones pushes him off. She again transitions into a submission, this time a Mexican surfboard! Angelo yells from the pain of being stretched. This time he has no safety net. The ref is there to ask if he wishes to submit. An emphatic NO! Is the response. Stacy continues to wear him down with it, but after finding no success in the submission win, decides to release him.
Angelo is sent into the ropes. Stacy misses a dropkick, but only because Gerard hung onto the ropes. Angelo works through the burning pain in his muscles to hit a double stomp. As she cradles inward, Angelo locks in a camel clutch. He pulls her back as far as he can for added pressure. She can be heard yelling, but it is muffled. The referee is right there to check for the moment she wishes to give up. Angelo whispers in her ear to do just that. But in a really chauvinistic way. Fans rally behind Stacy Jones, just as they had Gerard Angelo. She starts to fight through the pain for them. Before she is able to break the hold herself, Angelo releases. Stacy is now run head first into the corner behind them. Gerard this time finds success in burying a shoulder into her midsection. He drives in with enough force to push her off her feet. Stacy grimaces as the air is driven out of her. Gerard steps back and plows ahead for a second one, folding Jones between the turnbuckles. Gerard pushes his shoulder forward with an aggressive grind. He has a count placed on him. He moves away from her as Stacy doubles over while dropping to her knees.
Jerry Andrews: That’ll take the wind out of anyone’s sails. If you can’t breathe, you can’t fight.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo will not only have his name of the Walk of Fame someday, but he has the ‘it’ factor that could make him a future champion in PCW.
Jerry Andrews: As does Stacy Jones. Both of them are highly talented and are giving the fans their monies worth tonight!
Stacy is lifted over with a gutwrench suplex. Angelo wraps his powerful legs around her waist and begins to squeeze pressure like an anaconda. STACY! STACY! STACY! Chants break. Angelo rolls her around the ring several times to disorient, but continues to keep her stuck. She DOES manage to power herself up, displaying flexibility as she folds Gerard backwards with a bridge.
1!
2!
Angelo kicks out shortly after two, driving Stacy down onto her tailbone. He releases her, but still remains aggressive. Stacy is pulled into a stalling vertical suplex. Make that a jackhammer! Angelo turns the hips as he lifts her in the air again. Front suplex! Stacy sits on her knees, cradling her stomach from impact. Angelo hits the ropes. He returns only to be caught in handstand! Stacy uses her leg strength to throw Angelo throat first onto the middle rope. She slowly works her way to her feet. Stacy swings between the ropes. 619! Angelo is knocked over onto his back. Stacy takes a few deep breaths. Springboard swanton! Both are down now. Both are favoring their midsections.
LET’S GO STACY! ANG-E-LO! Dual chants hit at a fever pitch.
They claw their way back up, Angelo the quicker to get up. She BLASTS him with a spinning back fist. Angelo is Irish whipped, back body drop! Stacy pounds the mat. Clothesline! Another! Another! Gerard is sent to the corner. SPEAR! He is thrown to the opposite side. SPEAR! Angelo is doubled and staggering. A third Irish whip nets more velocity on the collision. Angelo flings in the air. Stacy charges in with a dropkick. Snap suplex! Jones is on FIRE here. The phoenix has risen! Stacy slaps the buckle. Stomp. Slap. The crowd follows along with her cadence. Gerard staggers to his feet. She locks her right arm around his head, spins around and using the top rope for assistance, plants him with a bulldog!
She hooks the legs.
1!
2!
3—KICKOUT!
Stacy pleadingly holds up three fingers, but is told it was only two. Dejected, but determined, she resolves herself to picking Angelo up to his feet. To the ropes they go. Irish whip attempt is countered. Stacy bounces. She ducks a clothesline. Springboard. Angelo catches her on his shoulders! Death Valley Driver! LOOK ALIVE! From out of nowhere he nails a signature move! Stacy is planted dead center. Gerard takes his time to roll out onto the apron. Gerard crawls the length. He claws himself up to the top turnbuckle. He makes a gesture like a film camera is rolling ala The Hollywood Blonds. Eat your heart out, WARNER BROTHERS, A NEW STAR IS BORN! With the panache of a high flying daredevil and the showmanship of a charismatic actor, “The Man Without Peer” takes high flight with a camera flashing, crowd pleasing, highlight reeling, elbow drop!!
HOLLYWOOD STUNTMAN CONNECTS! Randy Savage would definitely approve. OOOO YEAH!
Gerard hooks both of her legs and rolls back for leverage.
1!
2!
3!--SHE KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!!
Angelo looks in disbelief! He claps his hands three time and disputes the call. The referee, like before, explains the situation to him. His anger is beginning to show. He was convinced he won the part, only to have it taken away from him. Angelo is forced to accept things as they are. Stacy is stirring. Holding her chest. And definitely in pain. Angelo pushes her around with his foot. Each time she swings at him, he moves away in taunting fashion. Angelo ‘helps’ her to her feet. Only to plant a boot in the gut. HOLLYWOOD STUNNER!
IS COUNTERED!!
Stacy waistlocks him out of mid-air, using his own momentum to score with with a leaping German suplex. It’s rather impressive. She rolls through and hits a second one with a bridge. Stacy keeps her shoulders off the mat, while crunching Angelo as much as she can. She is practically on her tippy toes for this pin. The referee slides into position.
1!
2!
3!!
Stacy Jones has done it! She releases Gerard and rolls herself out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Angelo holds the back of his head and with complete shock, is arguing that he had his shoulder off the mat BEFORE the three count! To the naked eye at home, it does appear like he may have himself a case to make.
Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones has won! Or has she…?
Ace Anderson: No, Jerry. You need to put your glasses on. Angelo CLEARLY kicked out before the final count.
Jerry Andrews: It didn’t appear that way to the referee. The faithful here are just as confused. We’re going to need instant replay to see just what happened.
Angelo is continuing to make his case to the referee, going so far as to illustrate what he says happened. Stacy Jones is still at ringside, declaring victory for herself while slapping a few hands in the process of waiting. The video is fed into the tron and considerable time is spent studying the footage in real time and from every angle. It is even slowed down on the definitive angle.
Fans wait with antici…pation for the result.
The replay is conclusive. Stacy Jones has her arm raised in victory!
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, Stacy Jones!
What was seen is that Angelo DID kick out, but JUST after three. The margin of error was razor thin. If the count were a second more between two and three, Gerard would have staved off elimination. But such is not the case on this night. Stacy celebrates her win as she returns to the back. Angelo is understandably disappointed, but showed that he has the makings of being a big time player in PCW. The future is surely bright for both superstars.
Pure Class Wrestling Presents Mass Destruction VIII Sunday March 18, 2018 Stormm lifts Tyler back onto his feet and waste little time in inflicting even more punishment with the steel ring post as the centrepiece for the carnage. A literal Spinebuster into the solid post is enough to practically shatter the vertebrae in Tyler’s spine! 6! 7! Stormm catches his breath for a moment as Tyler struggles to get back to his feet, knowing that he absolutely MUST get back into the ring any second now. 8! Stormm is scrambling back towards the apron but he finds himself rooted and not able to make the short burst and he doesn't know why until he looks down and sees a weak Tyler Scott holding on to his leg for dear life. Stormm yells at him and asks him what the hell he's doing. Tyler, still recovering from meeting the steel, hangs on with all the tenacity he can muster. 9! Stormm turns and begins clubbing Tyler over the back, trying to lift him up to his feet and shove him away, but Tyler hangs on to the leg. The referee gives them one last chance, but the two of them still haven't even made it to the apron. The referee calls for the bell. Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: As a result of neither man being able to answer a ten-count, this match has been ruled... A DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!! Jerry Andrews: The animosity between Scott and Stormm grew too much over the course of this match, neither man gave an inch and they weren't willing to let the other one go on the outside. Ace Anderson: Yeah, but that sucks for Tyler Scott, he had to win by pinfall or submission! Sasha Greene: As the result of the double count-out, STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS! Both men had taken a time out on their wrestling and grappling with each other to hear the verdict, and at first both men were frustrated and disappointed, until Stormm heard the result that he was still champion, and then his face lights up in a big grin and he raises his arms as if he had gotten an untainted victory. He grins smugly, saying he's the best. And then, Tyler Scott, not able to take any more, tackles him by the mid-section with a double leg takedown and throws him into the aisle. The two adversaries continue rolling around, Tyler Scott throwing more effective punches, his face red in a rage at this decision. The referee orders the bell rung again and again. Tyler and Stormm are still going at each other when producers and backstage workers come running down to try and separate each man. |
Sasha Greene: The following match will have no count outs and no disqualifications and is for the Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship.
The crowd explodes.
Jerry Andrews: We've had a lot of great matches tonight, but I've been waiting all evening for this one!
Ace Anderson: It should be good, for sure!
Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?
'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers.
Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming
However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, making his way to the ring, the challenger, weighing 225lbs, from London, England. 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 before beginning warming up for the upcoming contest.
"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: And, his opponent, 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: ... he is the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion: 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.
No Countouts, No Disqualifications
Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (©) vs Tyler Scott
Referee: Ed Lane
The two men begin basically where they left off in their last match, battering one another with stiff rights and lefts.
Jerry Andrews: These two guys are already brutalizing each other!
Ace Anderson: I didn’t expect anything less! Look what they did to each other at Mass Destruction!
Tyler Scott manages to get the advantage, and he backs Stormm into the corner following a series of strong shots. He goes to Irish whip Stormm out, but Justin Michaels blocks the move and fires back with a big right forearm shot that sends Scott staggering. Stormm than bursts out of the corner and he bowls over Scott with a clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: What a shot!
The North American champion walks over to his opponent and he pulls him up to his feet. Tyler Scott hits Michaels with a big elbow to the head. He then follows up with knife edge chop that sends Stormm back into the corner. Scott hits another chop, followed by a kick to the stomach that doubles Michaels over. He then pulls him out of the corner and delivers a snap suplex.
Scott goes for the cover and Stormm kicks out at one.
Tyler Scott pulls Michaels up, but Stormm hits him with a right hand. He then quickly grabs him and drives his knee into Scott’s face. Scott staggers backwards and Stormm clotheslines him down to the mat. Justin Michaels stands up and he begins to stomp away on Scott. Scott takes a few hard stomps before rolling to the outside to compose himself and catch his breath.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, after what happened the last time, there are no count outs and no disqualifications in this match.
Stormm slides under the bottom rope to pursue Scott, but Tyler Scott meets him with an elbow followed by a chinbreaker. Scott pulls Stormm but, but Stormm fires back, knocking Scott backwards. Stormm now hits a big right hand and follows that up with a knee to the midsection. He t hen grabs Scott and sets him up, hitting a big gutwrench power bomb on the floor!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! What a move!
Ace Anderson: That could be enough to get a cover but, remember, covers need to happen inside the ring in this match. It’s not a falls count anywhere match.
Michaels stands up and he pulls Scott to his feet. He slams him face-first into the ring apron before rolling him into the ring. Stormm returns to the ring himself and he goes for a cover:
1…
2…
Tyler Scott kicks out.
Michaels pulls Scott to his feet. Tyler swings and hands a haymaker on Stormm, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Stormm finally breaks Scott’s defences down and forces him against the ropes. He then whips Scott across the ring and Scott returns to hit Stormm with a flying forearm to the face. Stormm is floored but gets back to his feet as quickly as he went down. Tyler jumps to his feet and turns, only to be hit with a back elbow to the nose. Tyler stumbles backwards, dazed by the shot and rebounds off the ropes. Stormm comes forward and hits an uppercut. Tyler is momentarily lifted off his feet but lands back against the ropes. Stormm comes forward but Scott strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Stormm into the centre of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Stormm into the ropes.
Ace Anderson: What a back-and-forth match between these two! I need to catch my breath!
Stormm returns and swings a clothesline. Tyler Scott sees it coming and ducks. Michaels continues charging across the ring. Scott turns and goes for a standing dropkick. However, Stormm catches his feet right in front of his face and holds his legs in mid air. With Tyler dangling down, Stormm takes each foot in each hand and bend Scott’s leg, turning it into a Boston crab.
Jerry Andrews: Boston crab applied on Tyler Scott.
Tyler struggles but manages to claw his way to the ropes and use them as leverage to get himself free from Stormm's grasp.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, there are no disqualifcations in this match! If you get to the ropes, the referee can't do anything if your opponent doesn't release the hold.
Ace Anderson: Smart of Scott to realize that and fight free of that move.
Stormm turns and grabs Tyler by the feet. He runs backwards and lifts Tyler off the mat, before he falls, face first, into the canvas. Tyler clutches his face as Stormm mounts his back. He grabs him underneath the chin and pulls his head back in a camel clutch. Tyler grimaces as he reaches out for the ropes. With his right hand, Scott reaches up and smacks Michaels in the mouth. This causes Michaels to loosen his grip on him and he slips out of his grasp. Tyler then slides backwards, under the legs of Stormm. Scott grabs the ankles and pulls Stormm feet from under him.
Jerry Andrews: Neither of these men has given an inch in this match!
Ace Anderson: That's how much the North American Title means to these guys!
Tyler gets to his feet and cuts off Stormm as he pulls himself up. He stomps away at Stormm violently, causing Stormm to fall between the middle and bottom ropes, to ringside. Scott stops to catch his breath for a moment as Stormm gets to his feet on the outside. Suddenly, Tyler charges at the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and flings himself towards Stormm. Stormm turns to be clobbered by a flying clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a high-risk move from Tyler Scott!
Ace Anderson: And it paid off!
He grabs Stormm and hauls him to his feet. He slides him back into the ring and slides in himself. Scott hooks Michaels' leg and the referee goes down for the pin fall.
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: No! Stormm lifts a shoulder off the mat!
Tyler Scott lifts Michaels to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He takes Stormm over in a snap suplex, holding on as Stormm hits the canvas. Tyler then rolls over, onto Michaels and gets to his feet. He hauls Stormm back to his feet and goes for another suplex. Stormm blocks the suplex with a jab to the kidney before hitting a snap suplex of his own. Stormm then goes to roll on top of Tyler for a cover:
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott kicks out now!
Stormm lifts Tyler up and he drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm covers. 1…2… Tyler kicks out. Stormm covers again. 1…2… No. And again. 1…2… No.
Jerry Andrews: Michaels is wearing out Tyler Scott with those covers.
Ace Anderson: It does take a lot of effort to kick out of a pin fall, especially after a match this grueling.
Stormm lifts Tyler to his feet and turns him around. He locks a full nelson on Tyler before lifting him up and driving him down. Michaels then hits the ropes and return, before dropping a knee across the face. Scott clutches his face before Stormm hits another knee to the side of the head. Scott is then covered again, by just manages to kick out at the last second.
Jerry Andrews: That was a close one!
Ace Anderson: Stormm's strategy of wearing Scott down seems to be working. It's taking Scott longer and longer to kick out of each pinfall attempt.
Stormm then hits a couple of knee strikes to the ribcage before going back to the head. He brings Tyler to a seated position before wrapping his arm around the neck. Tyler tries to fight out of it, but is unable to do anything. Eventually, Tyler reaches up and grabs Michaels' ear. He twists it and Stormm lets out a yell of pain. This causes Stormm to release him. Scott gets to his feet, as does Stormm. Tyler hits a head butt to the stomach, before lifting Michaels by the legs and dumping him to the canvas with a spine buster. Tyler is unable to take advantage, the knee strikes to the head taking their effect.
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down.
Ace Anderson: I love these two. The hard hitting is so stiff.
Stormm rolls out of the ring to catch his breath and Scott soon follows. Michaels starts to walk around the ring to where Scott is standing, but Scott suddenly runs full speed and he connects with a hige flying back elbow!
Jerry Andrews: Where did Scott get the energy to do that!?
Ace Anderson: I'm not sure, but he's slow to get up now. I think that move took everything he had.
Jerry Andrews: Unfortunately for Tyler Scott, he’s unable to take advantage after such a big move!
Michaels staggers back up to his feet, and Scott is up now as well. Suddenly, Scott charges at him, clotheslining him over the ringside barrier and into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my!
Scott now stands up on the barrier and, as Stormm gets to his feet, Scott leaps off with a crossbody!
Ace Anderson: They’re both out among the PCW Faithful now!
Jerry Andrews: Maybe Tyler Scott got his second wind!
Scott returns to his feet and he pulls Stormm up. Stormm shoves him and he goes crashing to a row of chairs that have been vacated by fans who jumped out of their seats to catch the action. Michaels follows him, picking up a chair and throwing it at him as Scott tries to stand up. Stormm grabs another chair, but he’s hit with a stiff shot to the midsection that doubles him over.
Tyler Scott now climbs to his feet and he grabs Michaels. He pulls him up and hits him with a German suplex onto the chairs! Both men are down on the floor, breathing heavily and struggling to get to their feet now.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got to take our last commercial break of the evening. We’ll keep the cameras rolling and hopefully PCW officials will be able to get this match under control by the time we return!
Ace Anderson: I doubt it!
Trauma returns and Justin Michaels and Tyler Scott are still brawling around in the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: Folks, we’re back and, as you can see, during the break these two have not let up on one another.
Ace Anderson: Just as I predicted!
The two competitors are farther away from the ring now, slugging it out with one another. Michaels grabs Scott and he kicks him in the stomach. Stormm wraps his left arm around Scott's neck, and leans them backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Scott's tights with his free right hand, and lifts his opponent off of the ground. He then falls backwards, bringing Tyler Scott with him, and plants his opponent’s head and neck onto the mat.
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT TO THE FLOOR!
Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott could be unconscious, but they’re a LONG WAY from the ring! Stormm will have to get him back to the ring somehow.
Michaels pulls Scott up and he starts to drag him back through the faithful towards the ring. Scott falls to the floor. Michaels leans down to pull him up, but Tyler Scott hits him with an elbow to the side of the head. Michaels steps towards him again, but Scott takes his legs out from under him, tackling him down to the floor.
Scott is unable to stand up though, and Stormm gets to his feet first. He pulls Scott up and then throws him into another row of chairs.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, you know it’s not like Stormm to go brawling through the crowd like this, but it seems like this rivalry with Tyler Scott cannot be contained in the ring!
Ace Anderson: Or, apparently, even in the ringside area!
Jerry Andrews: I hope the building can contain them!
Ace Anderson: You’re right though. Both of these guys have delivered moves that we don’t normally see them do here tonight. They both know that they’ll need to do something special to get a win here tonight.
Michaels grabs Scott and he drags him back towards the ring once again. This time, he manages to get him to the barrier. Stormm throws Scott over the barrier, and then follows him back. Michaels now pulls Scott up, but Scott pushes forward, causing Stormm to hit the ring apron spine-first. Scott then grabs him by the head and he whips him into the steel stairs!
Scott falls to the floor. Stormm is down as well.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these guys are down at ringside again, but this time this match can’t end in a double count out! We must have a winner!
Ace Anderson: And we’re going to stay with you as long as we possibly can, folks! We all want to see a winner here!
Tyler Scott slowly pulls himself up, using the ring apron. Michaels stands up as well. Tyler Scott kicks him in the stomach!
Jerry Andrews: DDT BY TYLER SCOTT!
Ace Anderson: Stormm's head hit the floor with a crack!
It takes a while for anyone to move, but finally Tyler Scott does. He very slowly pulls Stormm up and slumps him onto the apron. He then slowly rolls him into the ring. Tyler Scott follows. He then goes for a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels kicks out!!!
Tyler Scott crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Stormm does the same on the other side of the ring. Michaels is actually the first to start moving towards his opponent. He walks towards Scott when…
Jerry Andrews: Switchblade Superkick!!!!
Ace Anderson: He hit it! That’s it!
Justin Michaels hits the mat with a thud. Tyler Scott stumbles and falls to the mat as well.
Jerry Andrews: But Scott can’t capitalize! He can’t get his way over to cover Stormm!
Tyler Scott slowly crawls over to Michaels and he drapes his arm over him:
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Jerry Andrews: Three…. no!!!
Ace Anderson: Justin Michaels kicks out!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: I truly believe that if Tyler Scott had been able to cover Stormm sooner, or if he could have hooked the leg on that cover, we’d have a new champion right now.
Jerry Andrews: But he didn’t and he couldn’t! This match has taken a huge toll on both men!
Scott slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Stormm staggers to his feet behind him. Suddenly, Stormm grabs Scott, taking him down. Michaels uses his right arm to grab Scott's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm, he places it around the front of Scott's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Tyler Scott's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Scott's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Scott's face as well.
Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm applied!
Scott struggles in the hold. He tries to roll through, to break out, but Stormm has him caught. Scott franticly tries to get to the ropes and he does, placing his right leg on top of the bottom rope.
Jerry Andrews: Remember, the referee can’t do anything to force Stormm to break this hold, even if Scott is in the ropes!
Ace Anderson: While Scott’s in the ropes, the submission won’t count, but he hold itself won’t be broken unless Stormm wants to!
Stormm shifts his position to pull Scott away from the ropes, but he also tightens his grip on the Eye of the Stormm!
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott looks like he’s fading.
The referee checks on Scott, asking him if he wants to submit. Scott shakes his head no, but closes his eyes, trying to cope with the pain. Stormm keeps him locked up. The referee asks again. No answer. The referee asks again. No answer.
Ace Anderson: Tyler Scott isn’t moving! I think he’s out!
The referee comes to the same conclusion and calls for the bell.
Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott passed out from the pain! Justin Michaels is still our North American Champion!
Stormm finally releases the hold and he gets to his feet. Scott is motionless on the mat. Pure Class Wresting officials rush into the ring to check on him as Michaels is handed the North American Title. He raises it above his head as the show comes to a close.
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