Post by Rick Majors on Jun 22, 2018 21:23:44 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another SOLD OUT episode of Pure Class Wrestling Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and we are still reeling from the epic events of Living a Legacy! What a show we have tonight, right Ace?
Ace Anderson: That's right, Jerry! Grimm is our new Icemann Invitational Tournament winner, Kyle Shane and Justin Michaels are still champions, and Dominator actually lost a match!
Jerry Andrews: Thanks to a returning Johnny Matthews!
Ace Anderson: What was he doing there anyway!?
Jerry Andrews: Hopefully we get some information that later tonight, but it looks like they're all ready to go in the ring, so we'll let Sasha Greene do her thing!
Trauma kicks in-ring action off with...who?
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, hailing from Vero Beach, Florida. Weighing two hundred pounds, Dan “THE MAN” Daniels!
Not even so much as pity applause for the generic “superstar.” Nor a name graphic. He does his best to channel his inner Madonna and strike a pose, but the faux surfer should consider a gym membership instead. Whatever Sunshine State promotion took a bribe to allow his appearance, may wish to re-think future endeavors and refund the money after this one…
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
Jerry Andrews: Who will it be?
Ace Anderson: Well if you shut up long enough, you may just find out!
Darkness there and nothing more.
The cold feeling of unease sets in on the collective subconscious of the PCW faithful. Phone lights aren’t going to help anyone’s cause, so it’s best to just be patient. You’ll soon see the light. And when it is provided, it comes in the form of a candle display at the top of the ramp. Four young children, two of each gender and dressed in white Sunday school clothing, are standing by. Two have the ends of a jump rope swinging around the hops of their young friends. In unison they recite a familiar prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray to God my soul to take.
If I should live for other days,
I pray the Lord to guide my ways.
Father, unto thee I pray,
Thou hast guarded me all day;
Safe I am while in thy sight,
Safely let me sleep tonight.
Bless my friends, the whole world bless;
Help me to learn helpfulness;
Keep me every in thy sight;
So to all I say good night.
The jump rope is released. The four children blow out the candles and run to the back giggling. Darkness has returned for a temporary visit. The next time light is seen it comes in the form of a candle being held by Destiny Willard inside of the ring. The glow reflects on her glare. Her smile turns halfway. By her side is Seromine, who is dressed in his 1800s preacher attire, sans coat. What catches the eyes of everyone is the fact his face is completely hidden under a Great Horned Owl mask held in place by leather straps.
Ace Anderson: It’s OUR Lord and Savior!
Jerry Andrews: Seromine makes me want to convert to Atheism.
Seromine is passed the candle as his wife procures a microphone. Dan THE MAN has no idea what the hell is happening around him. But his anxiety is palatable. Destiny places her head on Seromine’s shoulder while bringing the microphone to her lips.
“You shouldn’t have wrecked things at Living a Legacy, Manny. You shouldn’t have sinned. This all could have been avoided.” She laughs.
Jerry Andrews: What is she talking about?! It was Seromine who got himself disqualified!
Ace Anderson: Blasphemy is a sin. Seromine thought it was Gabriel he was hitting!
Destiny continues. “GOD sent us to punish you! Leviticus 16:30. For it is on this day that atonement shall be made for you to cleanse you; you will be clean from all your sins before the LORD.”
After Destiny steps aside, Seromine moves in and decks the lights out of Manny Cruz, knocking him through the ropes. Dan THE MAN moves out of harm’s way as Seromine turns his attention to him. Destiny blows her candle out after she exits the ring. There’s just one problem…
Ace Anderson: Did you feel that?
Jerry Andrews: Yes and you’re squeezing my hand a little too tight!
Ace Anderson: No. It felt like someone just brushed by us...
The returning darkness doesn’t last. The lighting of twelve more candles reveal THE FOLLOWERS have arrived! The creepy animal masked, Little House on the Prairie dressed cultists (pastel colored calico dresses and pinafore aprons for the females, dark-colored shirts and broadfall trousers for the males) step onto the apron, surrounding poor Dan THE MAN. It’s an even number of males and females ranging in height of 5’2” to 6’8”. Dan THE MAN never has time to process what the hell is happening before a devastating running knee leaves the impression his jaw has been broken (it hasn’t, relax). Seromine tucks Daniels arms underneath him as he absolutely unloads on his face with a variation of the ABSOLUTION STOMP. Eighteen shots in all. Dan is yanked to his feet by the ears. He is ran into the corner, allowing Seromine to push his head as far back on the turnbuckle as he can. A flurry of forearm smashes start breaking his face apart.
Jerry Andrews: This isn’t a match, it’s a mugging!
Ace Anderson: It’s a message from GOD!
Jerry Andrews: SEROMINE ISN’T GOD!!
Ace Anderson: I see twelve people who would beg to differ...
Seromine motions for the followers to enter. Once they step inside, the males take turns crushing Dan THE MAN with a flurry of avalanches, spears, clotheslines, and boots that displace some teeth. They range in height of 6’ to 6’8” and are wearing the masks of a Goat, Ram, Lion, Grizzly, Giraffe, and Elephant. The product of Florida staggers into being thrown in the air by four of the cultists who use his limbs to accomplish this. One he lands with a sickening thud, Seromine has the female followers take their turn. Their heights go from 5’2” to 5”9 and are wearing the masks of a Rabbit, Zebra, Coyote, Wolf, Kangaroo, and Fox. One by one they come off the top rope with double stomps! Seromine rips Dan “THE MAN” Daniels off the mat. He’s pulled right into a STIFF short arm clothesline. Seromine rotates him back up and in one fell swoop, plummets the crown of his head with a DDT, completing his Ashes to Ashes finisher.
Jerry Andrews: This has been absolutely uncalled for! That poor kid may need some medical attention thanks to Seromine and his brainwashed cult.
Ace Anderson: They are BROTHERS AND SISTERS, Jerry! Seromine is love!
Jerry Andrews: You should look into psychotherapy. You can’t seriously be condoning this?!
Destiny is more than happy to introduce a steel chair (as if things weren’t bad enough). Seromine takes possession, but passes it to the shortest of the group, Violet. He holds Daniels in place for her as his head becomes the target.
CRACK!
She passes it off to Lylyth.
CRACK!
She passes it off to Zoe.
CRACK!
She passes it off to Noire.
CRACK!
She passes it off to Cleo.
CRACK!
She passes it off to Mary.
CRACK!
The crimson mask that now paints the face of Dan THE MAN has become painfully evident. The LOUD booing has no sway on the cult. Destiny watches all of this with sinister glee, praising GOD in the heaven’s above in her own maniacal way, as if he ordered all of this. Seromine maneuvers the dead weight around, so that the back of Daniels head becomes the new target.
Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL?! Officials need to get out here!!
Vice starts things off for the males.
CRACK!
He passes it off to Miles.
CRACK!
He passes it off to Jarvis.
CRACK!
He passes it off to Morgan.
CRACK!
He passes it off to Cipher.
CRACK!
He passes it off to the final, and largest follower, Ian.
CRACK!!
The dented chair is returned to Seromine who in turn unloads shot after shot after shot into Daniels body, further denting the steel weapon in doing so. Excessive or not, SALVATION has brought some serious aggression to Trauma. Mercifully, Dan THE MAN and the chair are sent out of the ring after officials have finally decided to show. The arena lights are back on. Candles are extinguished. Seromine gathers the followers in a prayer circle as Destiny joins his side. With hands clasped together, they bow their heads as she recites one despite the deafening boos. She breaks things with an ‘Amen’. The cult take their time exiting the ring with Seromine eyeing commentary before taking his leave. He and Destiny lead the followers to the locker room, leaving carnage in their wake, and hatred for their actions.
Jerry Andrews: This was sick. Sick and uncalled for.
Ace Anderson: There has been much worse in the past from others. Your hypocrisy is showing!
Jerry Andrews: Will you STOP?!
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First…
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: From Tokyo, Japan standing 6”6 and weighing in at 500 lbs accompanied by his manager Alexa Black, He is “The Destroyer” Hiroshi Yukio!
He waves mockingly to the crowd which pisses them off even more as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and rips it in half then laughs
As he continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.
He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.
The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring waiting for his opponent.
Sasha Greene: And HIS opponent…
The lights dim in the arena and the opening drum beats of A Warrior's Call begins to play with strobe lights synced up. The crowd stands as the opening guitar riffs begin playing. The first words of the song -"Let's get ready to rumble!"- scream out of the speakers as Monster's huge frame steps out onto the stage. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of the big man. He raises an arm into the air and then brings it down as he begins throwing both arms down to his sides hard, warming up like a MMA fighter would before a fight. Monster begins shadow boxing in sync with the song and begins his descent down the ramp high-fiving and bumping fists with the fans along the way. The words "Feel the power of a warrior" play and some in the crowd begin chanting the next part of the song.
Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Let's get ready to rumble!"
Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Sasha Greene: From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Weighing 350 pounds, Darren “The Monster” Silvaira!
Monster throws his arms in the air each time they chant the word "fight", pumping them up more. Monster finishes ringside and walks the steps up to the ring. Without even grabbing the top rope, he throws one huge leg over and repeats with the other, effortlessly stepping over the ropes and into the ring. Monster immediately heads to the opposite side of the ring and throws his arms in the air just as the song is coming to the next chorus. Monster pumps his arms in the air in sync with the chanting crowd.
"Feel the power of a warrior!"
Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Let's get ready to rumble!"
Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"A gladiator's left-hand hook!"
Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Singles Match - Standard Rules
Hiroshi Yukio vs Darren "Monster" Silvaira
Referee: Nigel Gale
Ace Anderson: Never seen the likes of these two; a couple of hometown boys who are making their way through our training center.
The grinding guitars and drums begin their assault. After a few moments Holden steps of from the back. He surveys the crowd and lifts both fists into the air before beginning his trek to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross recently signed on with Pure Class Wrestling. He is the son of Frank Merritt, a brief competitor here and a Hall of Famer from another company. He has a lot of talent in his bloodline.
Ace Anderson: Let's see what he can do in the handicap situation.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As soon as the distortion from the opening of "Ghost" starts to play over the loudspeakers, Arsen Goodstone steps calmly out onto the stage, holding his suspenders with his thumbs. Even as the mellow acoustics start to play, Goodstone only looks out at the crowd with a knowing, matter of fact, and almost sympathetic look. By his mannerisms, he appears to be on a righteous path and quietly executing a plan he has set in place.
Arsen gives a look to this left, then to the right, and as the drum beat kicks in he taps his wolf head adorned can against the stage and slowly takes off his tophat and places it solemnly over his chest. He slowly starts to make his way down to the ring, exuding a quiet violence and the aura of a man who knows what has to be done, and won't stop until it's done.
Goodstone climbs the steps slowly, giving glances at the crowd, now looking around him in disapproval at any emotion he deems unfit at the time. Entering over the second rope, Arsen makes his way to the corner, refusing to let the referee check him, even upon admonishment, reminding the ref that he is a 'real man' and settles fights 'the way they have to be.' Arsen waves his hand impatiently for his music to cut, and for his opponent to make his entrance.
With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting.
He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Before the bell can be rung, Arsen sets his hat at the feet of High Tide and then walks away with his back turned. High Tide picks it up to compare with his own Pirate hat. He seems interested in the material used to make it.
Hiroshi Yukio vs Darren "Monster" Silvaira
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
The ring may never forgive the company for allowing this match to happen on it’s partially protected wooden body. Fans are buzzing at the sight of two of PCW’s resident giants. Yukio has his eyes intently staring at Monster, seeing to rebound from his loss to High Tide at Living a Legacy. Monster is coming off a victory at the same event over Arsen Goodstone and is looking to keep the momentum going. Per his ritual, Monster advances with his hand stretched out. Yukio needs all of a second to disregard the gesture. He has something else in mind, such as walking right up to him for a stare down. That only adds to the big fight feel of the match. Yukio jaws something at him in Japanese. Monster responds in Portuguese. Is there a translator in the house? Yukio shoves the giant to establish his dominance. Or perhaps it’s to cover up the frightening size of his opponent. Who really knows?
Monster looks towards his chest and then shoots a look back to Hiroshi. He doesn’t let the emotion take over. Yukio steps forward with a more forceful shove this time. Monster refuses to play into that game. Yukio looks to be enjoying himself, thinking he has got into Monster’s head. An attempted third shove is blocked. Monster cranks Yukio’s arms and shakes his head from side to side. Yukio is unable to get free before he takes headbutt after headbutt. Some of which land against his shoulders. Yukio is pushed INTO the ropes and on the rebound, Monster shows off his incredible strength by gorilla press slamming him HIGH in the air. Monster presses the former Yokozuna like he were a barbell in a gym somewhere. Fans are in awe by the strength display. Yukio is carried to the middle of the ring where he is released from behind. Monster walks forward and raises his huge arms in the air to cheers from the crowd after doing this.
Jerry Andrews: What a display of pure POWER there! I don’t think anyone has ever been able to do that to Yukio!
Ace Anderson: Fact Check. Dominator has once before. As a broadcast journalist, I would expect you to know these things.
Yukio is aided to his feet. Low Muay knees hit their mark as Yukio is unable to cover up. Monster picks Yukio up again, hitting a T-Bone suplex! Yukio is then plowed backwards into the corner with rapid palm strikes. Monster walks for a few low Muay Thai kicks. Yukio grimaces and as he had to start things, shoves Darren away. Monster shows off that incredible reach with a boxing punch to the nose. Yukio tumbles through the ropes, but lands on a knee. Monster does some shadow boxing inside while pandering to the cheers of the faithful. Alexa Black has come over to assist her client. She barks orders...er, “instructions” on what to do. Monster never takes his eyes off her or falls for any traps, having learned his lesson from Destiny Willard during his match with Seromine. He instead bides his time. Yukio steps through the ropes. He charges Monster suddenly, scoring low with a headbutt into the midsection.
Yukio picks him up, charging full steam to the corner. Darren takes some shoulder blocks into his midsection before Yukio works his legs over. Monster grabs him by the hair. His pulls his head up and...Yukio beats him to the headbutt! Monster is worked over in the corner some more. Yukio whips him across, follows him in, and lands an avalanche. Monster is picked up for a belly to belly, but he halts that. Yukio instead is thrown over with a judo hip toss. Big Running Boot! Yukio staggers backwards on the heels of his feet, but doesn’t go off them. He instead finds the ropes to stay upright. Monster comes in and lands a pair of rapid uppercuts to the belly. Yukio reverses an Irish whip. Alexa tugs on Monster’s foot to trip his balance. He moves right into a Pop Up Powerbomb! Yukio throws his back into the ropes and returns with a leg drop, BROTHER! Yukio rolls over his body for a pin.
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Kickout. Yukio pulls Monster up by the mohawk. He runs him head first into the turnbuckle pad. Again. One more. Monster is moved away. Yukio squats, and in a show of his own power, gorilla presses Darren over HIS head. Yukio struts around the ring before deciding to deposit Monster outside on the floor. He hits with a disgusting thud. Yukio mocks the earlier pose of Monster before channelling his inner Alexa with some inappropriate gestures for the booing he gets. Monster gasps for wind as he pulls himself onto his knees. His durability comes into play as he’s up faster than anyone, including Hiroshi, expected. Yukio pulls him back into the ring. A headbutt finds its mark. Monster hits him with a 1-2 combo punch to the chest. Standing savate kick puts Monster down to a knee. Yukio pummels him at the shoulders with clubbing fists. Yukio Smash! Darren is dropped to his hands and knees, but refuses to go down. Yukio kicks him in the ribs to turn him on his back. Reaching into the playbook of Andre the Giant, Yukio stands with BOTH feet on Monster while he uses the ropes for added leverage. Monster fights for air and frantically tries to get Yukio off, but the referee administers a count.
Jerry Andrews: Yukio could collapse his lung with all of that weight!
Ace Anderson: That’s fat shaming! Don’t be a bully! Big is beautiful!!
Yukio toys with the count. Every time he steps off at four, he is right back on top for a fresh count. His grin tells the entire story. Monster is finally allowed to breathe on his own. But not for very long. Yukio powers him up to his feet. A weak pair of roundhouse kicks hit but have little effect. Belly to belly suplex! Yukio transitions into another! In what seems to be a trend of trios, Hiroshi scores a third belly to belly before hooking the legs.
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Kickout! Yukio looks surprised, but otherwise appreciates getting to inflict more damage. Monster, again, has incredible durability. Yukio brings him up only to back him in a corner. A shoulder charge knocks wind out. Yukio pulls back and collides into the midsection again. He repeats step one, but step two gets him a mouth full of knee! Yukio is shot upright. Monster may be in need of a breather, but he has Yukio spun around where he was. Shoulder after shoulder is driven. Monster is unrelenting as he reaches seven before pulling back. Yukio is doubled over which is exactly what Monster wanted. In another display of power, he’s muscled into a powerbomb. Monster runs and LAUNCHES Hiroshi with a buckle bomb! That drops him face first. Monster clutches his stomach while feeding off the crowd! He picks his spot. To the ropes Monster goes. Monstrous Clothesline is countered into a swinging side slam! Both men are down and the count is on.
Yukio is up to his feet first by six, but Darren is right on his tail. Hiroshi goes for a standing side kick. Monster catches it and throws it the hell out of the way. Hiroshi is partially picked up off his feet, but he catches Monster in the rib with a knee. Elevated Samoan Drop! Monster is pulled to a leaning position at the bottom of the corner. Yukio stomps him for good measure and then walks away with his back turned. Alexa encourages him to inflict mass punishment. With a charging yell belted in Japanese, the crazed Japanese Nightmare burns with reserve speed. Running hip attack! Monster is left to ponder the distance between Brazil and Oklahoma after that one. 4, 538 miles for anyone wondering. He looks like the nation felt following the embarrassing World Cup finish last year. Yukio walks away with his arms raised high in the air. He mocks Monster and declares himself as the TRUE giant of PCW.
Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi may want to pay less attention gloating and more attention on Silvaira.
Ace Anderson: Relax. Hiroshi has this in the bag. Darren’s head is limp in that cor---
Ace is interrupted by the cheering sections of the faithful. Hiroshi Yukio turns around to find disbelief. Monster is ON HIS FEET. He pops his neck and while definitely smarting, is ready for more. And he asks for more! That endures him further to the faithful! Hiroshi bull rushes him to the corner with a splash. He whips Monster to the far side for a second. Back to the original for a third. And one more to the opposite end for a forth. MONSTER CATCHES HIM! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Alexa Black is in SHOCK that he was able to absorb THAT amount of punishment and be able to stand up to regain control!! Yukio sits up for the slightest of pauses as he looks unsure of where he is. Monster, to coin a phrase from Ken Shamrock, is “in the zone!” He pops his own head with a pair of punches as he moves after Hiroshi. He picks up him to his feet. Underhook punches from both sides to the gut. A spinning back fist pushes Yukio into the ropes. Monster hits a high knee before he throws Yukio across with a whip. Powerslam!! Monster keeps him pinned with both legs hooked.
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Yukio kicks out! Monster takes him by the hair and delivers the boom with a side headbutt. Yukio turns away from him as he walks to the corner. When he turns around, a running knee gets him in the jaw. Monster runs him out with a bulldog! There’s another pin.
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Yukio kicks out again. Monster yells with intensity as he continues feeding off the cheering of the faithful. Yukio is picked up onto his right shoulder like an oversized bag of potatoes. He runs him back first into the corner and in tribute to “Dr. Death” Steve Williams, hits the Oklahoma Slam! Darren hooks the legs again and leans himself back for added leverage.
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3---KICKOUT! Yukio couldn’t keep Monster down. Monster can’t keep Yukio down. This has certainly lived up to its billing. Godzilla vs King Kong right here in PCW. Monster was sure he heard three but won’t argue the case. He trusts what the referee tells him. Yukio is pulled to his feet again. He surprises Monster with a quick chop to the throat. Hiroshima Hammer! Alexa Black is loving every minute of it, Loverboy. Yukio rolls himself on top for a pin of HIS own.
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3---KICKOUT!
Yukio shakes his head. Both have worn each other out. Hiroshi brings him up. He hoists him off his feet with a bearhug dead center of the ring. Yukio squeezes as much as he can as Monster fights to survive. His arms are bent upright, but Yukio gives him no breathing room. Monster finds himself taken off his feet for some rag dolling before Yukio settles him back down to apply pressure. MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! Chants start. They revive him for a short reprieve, but Hiroshi repeats the power process. This time he keeps Darren bent in the air. He starts to slump over Yukio. His arms slowly go full spaghetti---you never want to go full spaghetti. Yukio demands the referee check on things. The right arm is in the air. It falls.
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It’s pulled again. The result stays.
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Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is about to win this…
Ace Anderson: Was there EVER any doubt? Ha! Ha!
MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER!
The arm is in the air again. Yukio looks right at it. He orders the referee release and raise HIS hand in victory. It comes down like a broken lever...NO! Darren is still alive. Yukio is wide eyed, shaking his head in disbelief. He leaps up and down for pressure, but Monster is having NONE of it. Front Russian Leg Sweep! Monster mounts for a ground and pound!! He slows as his back muscles contract. Yukio is whipped with authority to the corner. Spinning leg kick! Hiroshi finds himself dropped with a fireman’s carry takedown. He’s send to the ropes and with that 84” reach, Monster BLASTS Yukio in the face on his return trip. He throws another plus one from the same distance. Yukio is weeble wobbly but hasn’t fallen down. Darren runs the ropes. Monstrous Clothesline hits! Yukio is spun inside out. Monster is to a knee. The fans are on their feet with LOUD cheers and returning chants!
Jerry Andrews: My god, did you hear THAT impact!
Ace Anderson (deadpan): It sounded like a clothesline, Jerry. Big deal.
The wincing look on Ace Anderson’s face says it WAS a big deal because even he is feeling it. Darren holds his back as he pulls himself up. He motions that the end has come! Alexa Black is on the apron and is ordered down immediately! Monster gives her no attention. Except for Yukio being whipped into her to drop her off her feet!! Monster wraps both of his huge hands around Yukio’s neck, picking him up off the ground. Wait! Yukio double thumbs him in the eyes before Darren hits the Monstrous Chokeslam finisher! He stumbles around blinded. Yukio rubs his own throat as he coughs for air. Monster turns around and is DRILLED with the Yokohama Driver!! Yukio, amongst throngs of booing men, women, and children, gets himself a pin.
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The bell is called for and this one is over.
Rising Sun roars back across the arena speakers as the ref raises his arm in victory outside of the ring. Alexa Black, having recovered from her fall, shoots Darren a look of death before she joins her client to celebrate the win. Together they head for the locker room as Darren “Monster” Silvaira is left in the ring to gather himself after a hard fought battle that could have gone either way.
DING!
DING!
The ring may never forgive the company for allowing this match to happen on it’s partially protected wooden body. Fans are buzzing at the sight of two of PCW’s resident giants. Yukio has his eyes intently staring at Monster, seeing to rebound from his loss to High Tide at Living a Legacy. Monster is coming off a victory at the same event over Arsen Goodstone and is looking to keep the momentum going. Per his ritual, Monster advances with his hand stretched out. Yukio needs all of a second to disregard the gesture. He has something else in mind, such as walking right up to him for a stare down. That only adds to the big fight feel of the match. Yukio jaws something at him in Japanese. Monster responds in Portuguese. Is there a translator in the house? Yukio shoves the giant to establish his dominance. Or perhaps it’s to cover up the frightening size of his opponent. Who really knows?
Monster looks towards his chest and then shoots a look back to Hiroshi. He doesn’t let the emotion take over. Yukio steps forward with a more forceful shove this time. Monster refuses to play into that game. Yukio looks to be enjoying himself, thinking he has got into Monster’s head. An attempted third shove is blocked. Monster cranks Yukio’s arms and shakes his head from side to side. Yukio is unable to get free before he takes headbutt after headbutt. Some of which land against his shoulders. Yukio is pushed INTO the ropes and on the rebound, Monster shows off his incredible strength by gorilla press slamming him HIGH in the air. Monster presses the former Yokozuna like he were a barbell in a gym somewhere. Fans are in awe by the strength display. Yukio is carried to the middle of the ring where he is released from behind. Monster walks forward and raises his huge arms in the air to cheers from the crowd after doing this.
Jerry Andrews: What a display of pure POWER there! I don’t think anyone has ever been able to do that to Yukio!
Ace Anderson: Fact Check. Dominator has once before. As a broadcast journalist, I would expect you to know these things.
Yukio is aided to his feet. Low Muay knees hit their mark as Yukio is unable to cover up. Monster picks Yukio up again, hitting a T-Bone suplex! Yukio is then plowed backwards into the corner with rapid palm strikes. Monster walks for a few low Muay Thai kicks. Yukio grimaces and as he had to start things, shoves Darren away. Monster shows off that incredible reach with a boxing punch to the nose. Yukio tumbles through the ropes, but lands on a knee. Monster does some shadow boxing inside while pandering to the cheers of the faithful. Alexa Black has come over to assist her client. She barks orders...er, “instructions” on what to do. Monster never takes his eyes off her or falls for any traps, having learned his lesson from Destiny Willard during his match with Seromine. He instead bides his time. Yukio steps through the ropes. He charges Monster suddenly, scoring low with a headbutt into the midsection.
Yukio picks him up, charging full steam to the corner. Darren takes some shoulder blocks into his midsection before Yukio works his legs over. Monster grabs him by the hair. His pulls his head up and...Yukio beats him to the headbutt! Monster is worked over in the corner some more. Yukio whips him across, follows him in, and lands an avalanche. Monster is picked up for a belly to belly, but he halts that. Yukio instead is thrown over with a judo hip toss. Big Running Boot! Yukio staggers backwards on the heels of his feet, but doesn’t go off them. He instead finds the ropes to stay upright. Monster comes in and lands a pair of rapid uppercuts to the belly. Yukio reverses an Irish whip. Alexa tugs on Monster’s foot to trip his balance. He moves right into a Pop Up Powerbomb! Yukio throws his back into the ropes and returns with a leg drop, BROTHER! Yukio rolls over his body for a pin.
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Kickout. Yukio pulls Monster up by the mohawk. He runs him head first into the turnbuckle pad. Again. One more. Monster is moved away. Yukio squats, and in a show of his own power, gorilla presses Darren over HIS head. Yukio struts around the ring before deciding to deposit Monster outside on the floor. He hits with a disgusting thud. Yukio mocks the earlier pose of Monster before channelling his inner Alexa with some inappropriate gestures for the booing he gets. Monster gasps for wind as he pulls himself onto his knees. His durability comes into play as he’s up faster than anyone, including Hiroshi, expected. Yukio pulls him back into the ring. A headbutt finds its mark. Monster hits him with a 1-2 combo punch to the chest. Standing savate kick puts Monster down to a knee. Yukio pummels him at the shoulders with clubbing fists. Yukio Smash! Darren is dropped to his hands and knees, but refuses to go down. Yukio kicks him in the ribs to turn him on his back. Reaching into the playbook of Andre the Giant, Yukio stands with BOTH feet on Monster while he uses the ropes for added leverage. Monster fights for air and frantically tries to get Yukio off, but the referee administers a count.
Jerry Andrews: Yukio could collapse his lung with all of that weight!
Ace Anderson: That’s fat shaming! Don’t be a bully! Big is beautiful!!
Yukio toys with the count. Every time he steps off at four, he is right back on top for a fresh count. His grin tells the entire story. Monster is finally allowed to breathe on his own. But not for very long. Yukio powers him up to his feet. A weak pair of roundhouse kicks hit but have little effect. Belly to belly suplex! Yukio transitions into another! In what seems to be a trend of trios, Hiroshi scores a third belly to belly before hooking the legs.
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Kickout! Yukio looks surprised, but otherwise appreciates getting to inflict more damage. Monster, again, has incredible durability. Yukio brings him up only to back him in a corner. A shoulder charge knocks wind out. Yukio pulls back and collides into the midsection again. He repeats step one, but step two gets him a mouth full of knee! Yukio is shot upright. Monster may be in need of a breather, but he has Yukio spun around where he was. Shoulder after shoulder is driven. Monster is unrelenting as he reaches seven before pulling back. Yukio is doubled over which is exactly what Monster wanted. In another display of power, he’s muscled into a powerbomb. Monster runs and LAUNCHES Hiroshi with a buckle bomb! That drops him face first. Monster clutches his stomach while feeding off the crowd! He picks his spot. To the ropes Monster goes. Monstrous Clothesline is countered into a swinging side slam! Both men are down and the count is on.
Yukio is up to his feet first by six, but Darren is right on his tail. Hiroshi goes for a standing side kick. Monster catches it and throws it the hell out of the way. Hiroshi is partially picked up off his feet, but he catches Monster in the rib with a knee. Elevated Samoan Drop! Monster is pulled to a leaning position at the bottom of the corner. Yukio stomps him for good measure and then walks away with his back turned. Alexa encourages him to inflict mass punishment. With a charging yell belted in Japanese, the crazed Japanese Nightmare burns with reserve speed. Running hip attack! Monster is left to ponder the distance between Brazil and Oklahoma after that one. 4, 538 miles for anyone wondering. He looks like the nation felt following the embarrassing World Cup finish last year. Yukio walks away with his arms raised high in the air. He mocks Monster and declares himself as the TRUE giant of PCW.
Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi may want to pay less attention gloating and more attention on Silvaira.
Ace Anderson: Relax. Hiroshi has this in the bag. Darren’s head is limp in that cor---
Ace is interrupted by the cheering sections of the faithful. Hiroshi Yukio turns around to find disbelief. Monster is ON HIS FEET. He pops his neck and while definitely smarting, is ready for more. And he asks for more! That endures him further to the faithful! Hiroshi bull rushes him to the corner with a splash. He whips Monster to the far side for a second. Back to the original for a third. And one more to the opposite end for a forth. MONSTER CATCHES HIM! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Alexa Black is in SHOCK that he was able to absorb THAT amount of punishment and be able to stand up to regain control!! Yukio sits up for the slightest of pauses as he looks unsure of where he is. Monster, to coin a phrase from Ken Shamrock, is “in the zone!” He pops his own head with a pair of punches as he moves after Hiroshi. He picks up him to his feet. Underhook punches from both sides to the gut. A spinning back fist pushes Yukio into the ropes. Monster hits a high knee before he throws Yukio across with a whip. Powerslam!! Monster keeps him pinned with both legs hooked.
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Yukio kicks out! Monster takes him by the hair and delivers the boom with a side headbutt. Yukio turns away from him as he walks to the corner. When he turns around, a running knee gets him in the jaw. Monster runs him out with a bulldog! There’s another pin.
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Yukio kicks out again. Monster yells with intensity as he continues feeding off the cheering of the faithful. Yukio is picked up onto his right shoulder like an oversized bag of potatoes. He runs him back first into the corner and in tribute to “Dr. Death” Steve Williams, hits the Oklahoma Slam! Darren hooks the legs again and leans himself back for added leverage.
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3---KICKOUT! Yukio couldn’t keep Monster down. Monster can’t keep Yukio down. This has certainly lived up to its billing. Godzilla vs King Kong right here in PCW. Monster was sure he heard three but won’t argue the case. He trusts what the referee tells him. Yukio is pulled to his feet again. He surprises Monster with a quick chop to the throat. Hiroshima Hammer! Alexa Black is loving every minute of it, Loverboy. Yukio rolls himself on top for a pin of HIS own.
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Yukio shakes his head. Both have worn each other out. Hiroshi brings him up. He hoists him off his feet with a bearhug dead center of the ring. Yukio squeezes as much as he can as Monster fights to survive. His arms are bent upright, but Yukio gives him no breathing room. Monster finds himself taken off his feet for some rag dolling before Yukio settles him back down to apply pressure. MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! Chants start. They revive him for a short reprieve, but Hiroshi repeats the power process. This time he keeps Darren bent in the air. He starts to slump over Yukio. His arms slowly go full spaghetti---you never want to go full spaghetti. Yukio demands the referee check on things. The right arm is in the air. It falls.
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It’s pulled again. The result stays.
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Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is about to win this…
Ace Anderson: Was there EVER any doubt? Ha! Ha!
MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER!
The arm is in the air again. Yukio looks right at it. He orders the referee release and raise HIS hand in victory. It comes down like a broken lever...NO! Darren is still alive. Yukio is wide eyed, shaking his head in disbelief. He leaps up and down for pressure, but Monster is having NONE of it. Front Russian Leg Sweep! Monster mounts for a ground and pound!! He slows as his back muscles contract. Yukio is whipped with authority to the corner. Spinning leg kick! Hiroshi finds himself dropped with a fireman’s carry takedown. He’s send to the ropes and with that 84” reach, Monster BLASTS Yukio in the face on his return trip. He throws another plus one from the same distance. Yukio is weeble wobbly but hasn’t fallen down. Darren runs the ropes. Monstrous Clothesline hits! Yukio is spun inside out. Monster is to a knee. The fans are on their feet with LOUD cheers and returning chants!
Jerry Andrews: My god, did you hear THAT impact!
Ace Anderson (deadpan): It sounded like a clothesline, Jerry. Big deal.
The wincing look on Ace Anderson’s face says it WAS a big deal because even he is feeling it. Darren holds his back as he pulls himself up. He motions that the end has come! Alexa Black is on the apron and is ordered down immediately! Monster gives her no attention. Except for Yukio being whipped into her to drop her off her feet!! Monster wraps both of his huge hands around Yukio’s neck, picking him up off the ground. Wait! Yukio double thumbs him in the eyes before Darren hits the Monstrous Chokeslam finisher! He stumbles around blinded. Yukio rubs his own throat as he coughs for air. Monster turns around and is DRILLED with the Yokohama Driver!! Yukio, amongst throngs of booing men, women, and children, gets himself a pin.
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The bell is called for and this one is over.
Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, Hiroshi Yukio!
Rising Sun roars back across the arena speakers as the ref raises his arm in victory outside of the ring. Alexa Black, having recovered from her fall, shoots Darren a look of death before she joins her client to celebrate the win. Together they head for the locker room as Darren “Monster” Silvaira is left in the ring to gather himself after a hard fought battle that could have gone either way.
The PCW-Tron crackles to life. As the video comes up in an attempt to focus, an out-of-tune piano rendition of Saint-Saens’ Danse Macabre jaunts out of the speakers. The Tron shows what appears to be an old time silent movie…set in a sepia-toned Hangtown. Grimm stands before a small gathering in front of Hangtown Hardware, and, as the piano rolls on, the video cuts to a title card bordered by a design that looks like baroque scrollwork off an old tombstone.
Hangtown legend Grimm accepts his Icemann Invitation Tournament prize!
Back to the video, in which an anonymous PCW employee hands Grimm an enormous celebratory check, made out in his name for $100,000. Grimm accepts it in one hand, shakes the employee’s hand with the other, and grins at the crowd as a smattering of flashbulbs explode. And then another title card.
Whatever shall the Hangtown Horror do with such a fortune?
The title card cuts away and the video dissipates into a faded silver soup. But the piano continues. And Grimm steps out from behind the curtain. He stands holding a microphone in his left hand, which is once again clad in leather.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm has been wearing that black glove on his left hand again quite a bit recently. And I don’t like it.
Ace Anderson: I remember the last time he made that fashion statement. Well, him, and a couple other certain members of the roster. I’d just as soon see that past stay the past.
Grimm begins the walk down the ramp. He appears a tad stiff and displays a few lovely bruises on his person – he is clearly still in recovery mode after a most brutal evening at Living a Legacy X. Even so, he makes it down and slips into the ring. The crowd responds with its standard Grimm, Grimm, Grimm drone, but it along with the piano music settles when he raises the microphone.
“So…I suspect you have a certain expectation as to what I’ve come out here to say. And after the end of Living a Legacy I think Kyle Shane’s assumptions are a safe bet. But you know what they say when you assume things, Kyle…sometimes you’re wrong.”
Jerry Andrews: That’s not what they say. That’s not what they say at all!
Ace Anderson: Hush, Jerry.
“But I get it. It makes sense that he would assume that. Most any other time he would be correct. After all, who wouldn’t want to leap past everyone else for a guaranteed shot at the World Title? I don’t want to speak for the others, but perhaps someone who has something else in mind. Someone who wants to tread unplowed ground.”
Ace Anderson: Is…is he saying what I think he’s saying?
“Now, I know how Kyle will respond to this. As long as nothing else distracts him he’s going to have a heyday. Accusations of cowardice. Endless references to our last match. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes out here before the night’s over to lay into me, because that’s his MO – come out just to talk. And talk. And talk. Even when there’s nothing say. He’s as bad as Horatio Mortimer. It’s almost as if he’s afraid we’re going to forget about him if he’s not on camera every night. Or that he’ll fade into obscurity like most eventually do.”
“Most.”
Grimm casts a glance ringside at Ace Anderson. Ace responds with a scowl.
“But the Grimm has been here for years. I am a given. I have seen superstars come and go for nigh on over a decade. I have seen any number of federations open and close. And before PCW shutters and joins those ranks…”
The crowd erupts into boos and jeers. Grimm raises a hand.
“..because it will, one day. Nothing lasts forever. Well, most things don’t last forever. So before that happens, or before I am called away on other…business, there is something I would like to do. One thing I have never done here in Pure Class Wrestling, one thing that I would still like the opportunity to chase.”
Jerry Andrews: I do believe that is what he’s saying, Ace. I’ll be darned.
“Because, all that being said, these are the facts: I have held that World Championship six times. SIX. And I have, in some form or fashion, beaten Kyle Shane something like, what, three times? So get over yourself, Mr. Game Changer. It’s back to the therapist with you. Not everyone is after you or that belt, because as we’ve seen over the years -- before you even stumbled in here -- the World Title can look after itself.”
Ace Anderson: Okay, so not the World Title. But which one, then?!
“I have nothing to prove. No quest for validation trolling me along. I hope Kyle finds whatever it is he’s looking for. I know what I’m about. And, like I said, I know there’s one thing that’s somehow managed to elude me all these years.”
The Lord of Misrule pauses. The noise from the crowd rises, and those pale blue eyes narrow as they turn their attention to the ramp. As if that gaze can part the curtains and weave its way through the hallways to a certain room.
“Justin Michaels, old buddy, old pal. As long as you can manage to hold onto that North American title until the time comes…it looks like we have a date.”
Jerry Andrews: Ah ha! The North American title! In addition to his World Champion record, Grimm was International champion a number of times, but he’s never been North American champion. Looks like he’s out to complete the collection.
Ace Anderson: And with the history between Grimm and Stormm, this could become quite the chase!
Grimm stands in the ring for a moment before gingerly climbing out (give him a break – did you see what Dominator and Gabriel did to him?). He walks back up the ramp to a serenade from A Perfect Circle and disappears behind the curtain.
Hangtown legend Grimm accepts his Icemann Invitation Tournament prize!
Back to the video, in which an anonymous PCW employee hands Grimm an enormous celebratory check, made out in his name for $100,000. Grimm accepts it in one hand, shakes the employee’s hand with the other, and grins at the crowd as a smattering of flashbulbs explode. And then another title card.
Whatever shall the Hangtown Horror do with such a fortune?
The title card cuts away and the video dissipates into a faded silver soup. But the piano continues. And Grimm steps out from behind the curtain. He stands holding a microphone in his left hand, which is once again clad in leather.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm has been wearing that black glove on his left hand again quite a bit recently. And I don’t like it.
Ace Anderson: I remember the last time he made that fashion statement. Well, him, and a couple other certain members of the roster. I’d just as soon see that past stay the past.
Grimm begins the walk down the ramp. He appears a tad stiff and displays a few lovely bruises on his person – he is clearly still in recovery mode after a most brutal evening at Living a Legacy X. Even so, he makes it down and slips into the ring. The crowd responds with its standard Grimm, Grimm, Grimm drone, but it along with the piano music settles when he raises the microphone.
“So…I suspect you have a certain expectation as to what I’ve come out here to say. And after the end of Living a Legacy I think Kyle Shane’s assumptions are a safe bet. But you know what they say when you assume things, Kyle…sometimes you’re wrong.”
Jerry Andrews: That’s not what they say. That’s not what they say at all!
Ace Anderson: Hush, Jerry.
“But I get it. It makes sense that he would assume that. Most any other time he would be correct. After all, who wouldn’t want to leap past everyone else for a guaranteed shot at the World Title? I don’t want to speak for the others, but perhaps someone who has something else in mind. Someone who wants to tread unplowed ground.”
Ace Anderson: Is…is he saying what I think he’s saying?
“Now, I know how Kyle will respond to this. As long as nothing else distracts him he’s going to have a heyday. Accusations of cowardice. Endless references to our last match. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes out here before the night’s over to lay into me, because that’s his MO – come out just to talk. And talk. And talk. Even when there’s nothing say. He’s as bad as Horatio Mortimer. It’s almost as if he’s afraid we’re going to forget about him if he’s not on camera every night. Or that he’ll fade into obscurity like most eventually do.”
“Most.”
Grimm casts a glance ringside at Ace Anderson. Ace responds with a scowl.
“But the Grimm has been here for years. I am a given. I have seen superstars come and go for nigh on over a decade. I have seen any number of federations open and close. And before PCW shutters and joins those ranks…”
The crowd erupts into boos and jeers. Grimm raises a hand.
“..because it will, one day. Nothing lasts forever. Well, most things don’t last forever. So before that happens, or before I am called away on other…business, there is something I would like to do. One thing I have never done here in Pure Class Wrestling, one thing that I would still like the opportunity to chase.”
Jerry Andrews: I do believe that is what he’s saying, Ace. I’ll be darned.
“Because, all that being said, these are the facts: I have held that World Championship six times. SIX. And I have, in some form or fashion, beaten Kyle Shane something like, what, three times? So get over yourself, Mr. Game Changer. It’s back to the therapist with you. Not everyone is after you or that belt, because as we’ve seen over the years -- before you even stumbled in here -- the World Title can look after itself.”
Ace Anderson: Okay, so not the World Title. But which one, then?!
“I have nothing to prove. No quest for validation trolling me along. I hope Kyle finds whatever it is he’s looking for. I know what I’m about. And, like I said, I know there’s one thing that’s somehow managed to elude me all these years.”
The Lord of Misrule pauses. The noise from the crowd rises, and those pale blue eyes narrow as they turn their attention to the ramp. As if that gaze can part the curtains and weave its way through the hallways to a certain room.
“Justin Michaels, old buddy, old pal. As long as you can manage to hold onto that North American title until the time comes…it looks like we have a date.”
Jerry Andrews: Ah ha! The North American title! In addition to his World Champion record, Grimm was International champion a number of times, but he’s never been North American champion. Looks like he’s out to complete the collection.
Ace Anderson: And with the history between Grimm and Stormm, this could become quite the chase!
Grimm stands in the ring for a moment before gingerly climbing out (give him a break – did you see what Dominator and Gabriel did to him?). He walks back up the ramp to a serenade from A Perfect Circle and disappears behind the curtain.
We return from commercial to two unknown men in the ring. The one on the left is about six feet tall and stocky, maybe two-forty. The one on the right is slightly taller and thinner, about six feet three and about two hundred and ten pounds. They wear matching trunks, black with gold piping from hip to thigh.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, a total combined weight of four hundred, fifty-six pounds, they are the Hometown Boys, from Greenville, South Carolina, they are James and Jack Miller.
The two brunettes with crew cuts wave to the crowd, drawing a small but barely audible cheer from the locals.
Ace Anderson: Never seen the likes of these two; a couple of hometown boys who are making their way through our training center.
The grinding guitars and drums begin their assault. After a few moments Holden steps of from the back. He surveys the crowd and lifts both fists into the air before beginning his trek to the ring.
Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, standing six foot-five and weighing in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds and hails from SLO; he is "The Bastard" Hoooooool-den Rrrroooossssssss!
He launches himself onto the apron from the floor in one quick leap before climbing into the ring. He heads to his corner in anticipation of the start of the match.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross recently signed on with Pure Class Wrestling. He is the son of Frank Merritt, a brief competitor here and a Hall of Famer from another company. He has a lot of talent in his bloodline.
Ace Anderson: Let's see what he can do in the handicap situation.
The bell sounds and the Miller brothers rush forward, the taller Jack eating a solid right on the chin and falls like a redwood. His brother scores with a nearly perfect dropkick, staggering the big man but doesn't take him off of his feet. Jim pops to his feet and is nearly decapitated by a lariat from Holden.
Jerry Andrews: His arms are like tree trunks.
Holden yanks Jack to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and turns him inside out with a charging clothesline. Holden bellows and rampages forward, delivering a vicious kick to the temple of James Miller, who is on his hands and knees.
Jerry Andrews: James Miller could very well have a concussion.
Ace Anderson: And Jack is planted with a sidewalk slam from the big man Ross.
Indeed, Holden buries Jack Miller with a picturesque sidewalk slam. He lumbers to his feet and approaches James from behind, who is wobbly on rubbery legs. In one fluid motion, Holden slips his head under James' arm and lifts him up into the torture rack. In just a few seconds James is screaming in pain and waving his arm in submission.
Holden drops James as the bell sounds. Jack is on his feet and turns in to a teeth rattling roaring elbow that lands flush on the jaw. Holden climbs onto the second rope and lifts his arms in victory. He drops down and returns to James, lifting him up and back into the torture rack.
Ace Anderson: The Bastard, Holden Ross is sending a message to the rest of the roster!
"The Truth Reigns" rips through the speakers and the crowd is on its feet. All eyes are on the ramp as Holden continues to contort the poor Mister Miller's spine. Razor Blade explodes from the back and races down to the ring to the cheers of the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is here to put a stop to this!
Razor hits the ring but Holden has dropped the jobber and taken a powder to the outside. While Razor checks on the young Miller, Holden smirks and taps his temple with his index finger, proclaiming how much smarter than Razor he is.
Ace Anderson: Something tells me this is only the beginning Jerry...
Jerry Andrews: Well, we'll have to wait and see but what we do know is that we've still got some huge contests coming up tonight, including an incredible tag team main event. Now, while they set up for the next match, let's take a look at what happened in the World Title Match at Living a Legacy
Jerry Andrews: We'll have to see what happens later tonight when Kyle Shane and Tyler Scott are in the same ring once again, but now onto our next contest.
Jerry Andrews: Well, we'll have to wait and see but what we do know is that we've still got some huge contests coming up tonight, including an incredible tag team main event. Now, while they set up for the next match, let's take a look at what happened in the World Title Match at Living a Legacy
Living a Legacy X Sunday June 10, 2018 Tyler, having put up with Shane's inane taunting and antics all night, has finally reached a point where enough is enough. He snarls, and his foot bounces and vibrates, tuning up for a killing blow of a Switchblade superkick. Tyler steps back a few steps, and his foot is incoming to behead Kyle Shane, but then... Kyle Shane springs to LIFE, coming up and pivoting on one foot as he pretty much buries the bottom of his heel right into the jaw of Tyler Scott. Tyler, who had been rushing in for the superkick, does not get the chance to connect with it, as he basically ran RIGHT into a roundhouse spin kick on his own. Tyler is hit with such force that he leaves his feet and flings backwards. Jerry Andrews: Tyler is going for yet another Switchblade Superkick, and - NO!! VATS!! Kyle Shane drew Tyler RIGHT INTO THE VATS!! Kyle Shane goes down like he's been shot, unable to support weight on his knee. He grimaces in pain, holding his knee and stretching it out on the mat. Ace Anderson: Tyler thought Kyle's defeated taunting was daring him to give him one last superkick, but instead he was baiting him right into a trap, and he kicked Tyler's freaking head off with that VATS. Jerry Andrews: Kyle's game plan did pay off! Moving by scooting back on his butt, Kyle scoots over and drapes a hand on the chest of Tyler Scott. The referee counts this as a pin. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, AND STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... KYLE SHANE!!! The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begin playing as Kyle lays on his back, near tears from the pain, but forcing himself to sit up, and even bend the knee. He looks over at Tyler, who is still laid out on the mat. The referee hands Kyle the World Title belt, and a happy, relieved smile breaks over Kyle's face like a damn and he hugs the championship tight. Jerry Andrews: What a title defense! What a match! Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane turned back the threat of a game Tyler Scott, who seriously has to have seen his stock in this company rise with this performance. Jerry Andrews: He took the World Champion to the limit, and had him beaten, until he fell into Kyle's defense trap game. Tyler is being revived by the referee, and he sits up, staring in disbelief. He doesn't remember the hit that took him down. He looks around wildly, yelling at everyone. Kyle Shane, however, is limping still, but even on one leg he's proud to hold his World Title belt up. Jerry Andrews: That was incredible, and... WE'RE NOT DONE YET! Ace Anderson: That's right, folks, we've got the final of the..... Jerry Andrews: Wait a second... what's this? Tyler Scott is still sitting in the ring, with his head in his hands, when Seromine arrives on the scene. Scott is devastated at the loss, and he doesn't see the preacher enter the ring. Jerry Andrews: What is he doing down here!? Seromine sits on the ropes and motions towards Scott. Scott looks up and sees Seromine holding the ropes for him. Scott hesitates for a moment and then slowly walks over. He walks through the ropes and leaves the ring. Seromine smiles and walks behind him. Tyler Scott has his head down the entire way. Seromine places his hand on Tyler's shoulder for a moment before allowing Scott to walk back through the curtain ahead of him. |
Jerry Andrews: We'll have to see what happens later tonight when Kyle Shane and Tyler Scott are in the same ring once again, but now onto our next contest.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As soon as the distortion from the opening of "Ghost" starts to play over the loudspeakers, Arsen Goodstone steps calmly out onto the stage, holding his suspenders with his thumbs. Even as the mellow acoustics start to play, Goodstone only looks out at the crowd with a knowing, matter of fact, and almost sympathetic look. By his mannerisms, he appears to be on a righteous path and quietly executing a plan he has set in place.
Sasha Greene: Hailing from Birmingham, England. He weighs two hundred and twenty pounds, ARSEN GOODSTONE!
Arsen gives a look to this left, then to the right, and as the drum beat kicks in he taps his wolf head adorned can against the stage and slowly takes off his tophat and places it solemnly over his chest. He slowly starts to make his way down to the ring, exuding a quiet violence and the aura of a man who knows what has to be done, and won't stop until it's done.
Goodstone climbs the steps slowly, giving glances at the crowd, now looking around him in disapproval at any emotion he deems unfit at the time. Entering over the second rope, Arsen makes his way to the corner, refusing to let the referee check him, even upon admonishment, reminding the ref that he is a 'real man' and settles fights 'the way they have to be.' Arsen waves his hand impatiently for his music to cut, and for his opponent to make his entrance.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting.
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs one hundred and ninety-five pounds, HIGH TIDE!
He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Before the bell can be rung, Arsen sets his hat at the feet of High Tide and then walks away with his back turned. High Tide picks it up to compare with his own Pirate hat. He seems interested in the material used to make it.
Singles Match - Standard Rules
Arsen Goodstone vs High Tide
Referee: Ed Lane
Coming back from a commercial break, TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” is in the midst of being played. Stood in the center of the ring, armed with a microphone and dressed sharply in a formal navy blue suit, Horacio Mortimer adjusts his spectacles as he gazes out to the crowd.
Mortimer simply stands there as the crowd disapprove of his presence. He does not seem perturbed by such a reaction, yet the look on his face expresses disappointment; a facial veil that he has apparently worn since Living A Legacy. Nonetheless, he begins to speak.
Horacio Mortimer: Greetings, friends. As you just heard… my name is Horacio Mortimer…
The crowd chant in unison as he introduces himself.
Horacio Mortimer: …and I am here on behalf of The Chronological Order to issue a statement with regards to the outcome of my client’s Semi-Final contest with Phinehas Grimm in what can only be described as a major injustice.
Sensing the excuses coming, the crowd instantly recognise and address this situation with a chorus of jeers.
Horacio Mortimer: I applaud Grimm on his eventual victory, but the means through which he reached the final, though unintentional on his part I’m sure, were unjust, unfair and totally unnecessary. The vengefulness of Johnny Matthews and the force of which he swung a baseball bat at The Zenith’s head were what cost my client victory.
The crowd are attempting to hijack Horacio’s heartfelt speech with cheers of “JOHNNY MATTHEWS” to spite Father Time’s Prodigal Son. He remains undeterred.
Horacio Mortimer: The unfortunate thing about the flow of time is that it cannot be reversed. There is no going back, no matter how many sci-fi shows depict the illusions and cast that doubt whereby the impossible can be made possible. The past is the past. We cannot change it. But one thing we can change… is the future.
He smiles as he relishes on his chosen subject matter.
Horacio Mortimer: For every action, there is a subsequent reaction. Most people associate such a saying to events that take place on a grand scale; the invasion of Poland led to one of the most bloodied wars recorded in history, the meteor that struck the Gulf of Mexico all those millions of years ago wiped out the dinosaurs and allowed us to evolve into the humans that we are today. Every single second, our bodies are reacting to our environs and circumstances with infinite possibilities of what could happen in its place. You might be listening to me now, failing to remember that it is, say, your wedding anniversary. You rush to get flowers, only to cause a multi-car pile-up on the roads in your haste. Would that happen if you realised sooner? Might it not happen at all if you left now, ten seconds from now, an hour from now?
The crowd has fallen silent. It is unclear if they are drawn in by the sense that Mortimer speaks or if they are bored by his ramblings. Having gained a stranglehold over them, regardless, Mortimer lets out another grin.
Horacio Mortimer: But of course, there is a time and a place for everything.
He grins knowingly.
Horacio Mortimer: And, sometimes, a time and a place require discussion and necessary preparation. Therefore, I would like to offer one Johnny Matthews…
The crowd roars upon hearing Johnny Matthews’, the cheers practically drown Horacio’s continuation.
Horacio Mortimer: …to join me in this very ring so that we can discuss this in a civilised manner, like men, to come to a conclusion on which we can all agree to be satisfactory.
The founder of The Chronological Order averts his expectant attention towards the top of the entrance ramp. He checks his watch to witness the time pass. He lets out a sigh after approximately ten seconds. He goes to turn away, but then…
The Pure Class Arena lights go pitch black as the huge red letters on the PCWTron fade and the screen goes black. Again, the word echoes high in the rafters, even louder.
“NO TOR I OUS!”
The crowd speckle the darkness with the LEDs of their mobile devices. A single spotlight showcases the lone figure that has stepped out onto the stage. The crowd is deafening! The former Johnny V stands spread-legged, eyeing the crowd and taking in his moment. He stares out towards the crowd, giving a cocky smirk as the audience pour their adulation towards him. The Corpus Christi native soaks up the atmosphere before strutting towards Horacio Mortimer, who waits somewhat pensively in the ring.
Matthews gets into the ring and immediately gets right in the face of Horacio, staring daggers through him before peeling his fingers away from the microphone, one digit at a time. Seizing the microphone for himself, Matthews takes a step back.
Johnny Matthews: You’re lucky that you aren’t on your back staring at the insides of your eyelids already. The only reason you’re not is because I find it quite funny listening to how stupid some of the crap that comes out of your mouth. Besides, isn’t the Underground Champion supposed to compete on every show without fail? Haven’t former champions been STRIPPED of the gold in the past should they fail.
Horacio Mortimer: Having discussed this at length with management, and given the nature of which his trauma to the head was sustained, the decision was made to allow a week’s grace. In spite of doctor’s orders not to compete, The Zenith is here tonight… and he’s ready for a fight! It was the management who kept him off the card.
The crowd boo this juxtaposition from Horacio, who shrugs his shoulders as if to say ‘that’s just the way it is.’ Matthews looks far from impressed.
Johnny Matthews: A chump like your ‘client’ doesn’t deserve to be Underground King. He’s good at beating up jobbers, I’ll give him that. But one loss to Grimm and he gets to take a night off!?
Horacio Mortimer: As I recall, the last time Grimm beat you, you had a full blown identity crisis and vanished for weeks… much the same as the last time you faced The Zenith…
The crowd collectively gasp at Mortimer’s audacity.
Johnny Matthews: If Dumbinator wants a fight… I’m right here!
Horacio Mortimer: Believe me, he DOES. More than anything. But like I’ve said… there is a time and place for everything. The time to fight is not now. But I’ve a feeling that we are all going to walk away from the arena tonight having gained exactly what we want.
Johnny Matthews: What’s your point, nerd?
Horacio Mortimer: The Chronological Order proposes a challenge to you, Johnathon. At Return To Glory, we present you with the opportunity to challenge The Zenith for his Underground Crown. The only stipulation that we propose is that you compete in a contest where everything is left in the ring; a literal last chance for you and Dominator to settle your score.
One where you should not focus on pinning or submitting your opponent…
The match we propose… is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!
What say you, Johnathon? Do you accept our invitation?
There is a moment of silence as Matthews runs the palm of his hand over his mouth and down the length of his chin. He then takes an aggressive stride towards Mortimer, who only flinches very slightly as Matthews gets right in his face once again.
Johnny Matthews: First of all… don’t you EVER call me Johnathon.
The crowd let out a smattering of laughter, but it soon fades given the serious expression on Matthews’ face. He comes face to face with Horacio, who visibly gulps, but stands his ground.
Johnny Matthews: Secondly; I don’t take too kindly to your supposed ‘challenge.’ You set the rules the last time and it worked out in your favour! Why should I accept something that I know is designed to screw me over?
Horacio Mortimer: Because there are guys like Gerard Angelo, Stacy Jones, Darren Silviara and Tyler Scott in the back who are itching for a title shot ahead of you. You forget. You’ve been AWOL since Mass Destruction and there is a whole line of guys who deserve a shot more than what you do. But we are offering you the first attempt. If you are so committed to taking everything from my client, then surely you would want to do this over anybody else who might challenge The Zenith, guys who have been busting their arses week after week while you’ve been out playing in the lower leagues of WXW or CWC or whatever scumhole it is…
Johnny is visibly angered by this statement. Mortimer just insulted an entire company, one that Matthews has been vocal on social media about being a part of. Mortimer simply smirks once again, delighted that he has managed to get under Matthews’ skin.
Horacio Mortimer: This is our offer. You can take it or leave it. My advice to you is this…
This time, it is Mortimer who gets right in Matthews’ face.
Horacio Mortimer: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
The crowd is totally invested in this standoff. With that, Mortimer extends a hand to solidify and secure this deal with a gentlemen’s handshake. Matthews looks wary, but he is egged on by the crowd to accept The Chronological Order’s proposal.
His hesitation dissipates as he firmly grabs Mortimer’s hand, squeezing it with as much grip as his can muster. Mortimer screws his face up from the pressure, but the fans are absolutely OVERJOYED by this revelation!
Jerry Andrews: Dominator versus Johnny Matthews in a Last Man Standing Match at Return To Glory! It’s set!
Upon releasing his deathgrip, Mortimer shakes his hand around vigorously, trying to get the flow of blood to return to the tips of his fingers.
Horacio Mortimer: I’m pleased that you and I have come to an understanding. However, I know of one person who isn’t…
The opening drums of Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” begin to pound over the PA System. The crowd erupts as The Underground King marches onto the stage, eyes transfixed on Johnny Matthews.
Jerry Andrews: Oh boy! Here we go!
The bloodthirsty fans chant “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” over and over as Dominator’s music fades. The Underground King has come to a stop at the ringside area, breathing heavily with his fists clenched. Horacio Mortimer quickly bails out of the ring to take his client’s side. Matthews
Johnny Matthews: Well, well, well… if it isn’t the Big Bad Dumbinator himself! How’s PCW life treating you? I hear you’ve fallen on some hard times recently. You’d have thought that a company would support someone who was once so high up the pecking order…
He shrugs upon further contemplation.
Johnny Matthews: Well… I say ‘once’ so high. After Living A Legacy, your fall from grace was from so high up that when your fat ass hit the ground they could feel it all the way in China.
The crowd let out more laughter. Dominator takes a step forward, but Mortimer holds him back for a moment.
Johnny Matthews: The fact that you were undefeated was the only thing that you could use as leverage. And I was the one who took that away from you. At Return to Glory… I will take everything else from you. Your title AND your dignity.
Dominator acquires a microphone from Horacio. He spits as he speaks in a booming and unrelenting tone.
Dominator: Forget Return To Glory. Right now… you’re about to GET THESE HANDS!
The crowd erupts as Dominator takes a step forward.
Ace Anderson: Isn’t that copyright infringement?
All of a sudden. The lights go out.
There is approximately five seconds of darkness. Only Horacio could tell you precisely, but the time that passes feels much greater.
As the lights come back on… a figure is stood directly behind Matthews, who quickly spins him around and swings around him, planting Matthews face first into the canvas with a modified Tornado DDT.
IT’S GRIMM!!!
AND HE JUST STRUCK JOHNNY MATTHEWS WITH THE HARVEST!
Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on!? Grimm just laid out Johnny Matthews!
Ace Anderson: Look at Horacio Mortimer! He’s laughing! He’s laughing like some sort of evil genius!
Dominator slowly paces towards the ring, mounting the apron and stepping over the top rope. Dominator glares directly at Grimm, who simply takes two steps back to grant The Zenith access to his nemesis, as if presenting him on a silver platter. Dominator grins wickedly, grabbing Matthews by the waistline of his jeans and hoisting him up to his feet with one arm before hoisting him up on top of his shoulders, locking in a Torture Rack.
Jerry Andrews: There’s the Rip In Time!
Matthews screams out in pain before Dominator finally shows mercy by finishing his Rip In Time with a neckbreaker of sorts. Matthews sprawls across the mat. Dominator glances back towards Grimm, who seems to share the same intense expression that he wears. Remorselessly, Dominator drags Matthews by the foot into the center of the ring. The Suzerain of Time picks up Matthews by the chin, pinching his cheeks together to form puckered, groggied lips, talking some trash into his semi-conscious face. With that, Dominator charges past Matthews to hit the ropes that are behind him. At the same time, Grimm bounces off the opposite ropes, leaving Matthews staggering in the middle of the ring, barely able to stay upright. Within a fraction of a second, Grimm swings a Muay Thai-like kick right into Matthew’s face as Dominator sweeps Matthews’ legs from behind him with a chop block. Matthews spins through the air like a top before crashing to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Was that… the Soul Removal Machine!?
Jerry Andrews: What is this!? What is this that we are seeing!?
Applauding the two men’s efforts, Horacio Mortimer ascends the ring steps and re-enters the ring. He stands over Johnny Matthews whilst consulting his watch. He begins to count aloud;
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Horacio Mortimer waves his arms horizontally as if signalling that Matthews is knocked out. Dominator simply stares downwards with a crooked neck towards his victim before coming face to face with Grimm. The two men stare one another down for a moment, before Grimm cracks what looks to be an impressed grin. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, extending it towards Dominator….
…a single black glove.
Dominator takes the glove and stares at it for a moment before outstretching his fingers and pulling it over his hand. Horacio stands between both men, grabbing their forearms and hoisting them upwards; the trio stand tall in unison.
Jerry Andrews: When Dominator said Matthews was about to “Get These Hands,” I don’t think this was the sort of ‘hand’ he was expecting!
Ace Anderson: I hate to say it, but I think PCW has just entered a new dark age. How is anybody even going to stop this team!?
Jerry Andrews: The symbolism of the glove… I think we all know what this means… and I’ve got to tell you, Ace… I’m inclined to agree with everything you’ve just said. Dominator and Grimm… what a devastating combination! The Black Hand… is back…
As Trauma returns, Tyler Scott is seen standing backstage.
Jerry Andrews: There we see Tyler Scott, who is set to take part in tonight's huge main event!
Ace Anderson: I can't wait for that!
Suddenly, Gabriel walks into frame and speaks to Scott.
Gabriel: Tyler, I just need a moment to speak with you. How are you feeling tonight following your tough match against Kyle Shane last week.
Tyler Scott turns towards Gabriel and is about to speak, when Gabriel cuts him off.
Gabriel: Sorry, but I need to cut to the chase. After you spoke with me that evening, I told you that The Lord would come to you if you were ready. Of course, following your match, Seromine came to the ring and walked with you to the back. Now, Tyler, I have to know... what did He say to you?
Tyler Scott is about to speak when Gabriel cuts him off once again.
Gabriel: Because, you see, as you know... as you know there have been some issues with my performance recently. I have disappointed The Lord. I have let Him down - repeatedly - but I need Him to know how much he means to me and how much I need Him. So, if you're speaking with Him, could you please do me a favour and let Him know that....
Gabriel stops speaking as Seromine walks into view.
Seromine: Oh how nice it is to see the two of you this fine evening.
Both Gabriel and Scott are silent, unsure of how much of their conversation Seromine heard. Seromine puts his hand on Tyler Scott's shoulder and leads him down the hallway. Gabriel follows. Seromine leads Scott into a room. Gabriel is about to follow, when the door shuts before he can step inside. Gabriel is left alone in the hallway. He lifts his hand for a moment as if he is about to knock on the door, but then changes his mind and turns to walk down to ringside.
Singles Match - Standard Rules
"The Hollywood Hero" Gerard Angelo vs Gabriel
Referee: Ty Little
Arsen Goodstone vs High Tide
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Arsen turns and comes right at High Tide, knocking him back into the corner with a stinging right fist. He keeps him buckled against the ropes for some body blows. Each hitting like Arsen were punching a slab of cold, dead meat. They are hitting with max impact. This isn’t the streets! High Tide is aggressively ran down the length of the top rope with his eyes being raked. Goodstone disregards things like five counts so that he can choke High Tide out like he owes him some money. Goodstone jaws with the referee while he has High Tide caught in a fish hook. He requests the referee speak a little louder because he can’t hear him over the yelling from High Tide. Tide is turned around in the corner. Goodstone confirms that he has a five count. After counting to four he let’s High Tide go, but not before getting him with a cheap shot after looking like he would break clean.
Arsen wipes his hands clean as he walks away from the action. He adjusts his suspenders using his thumbs while High Tide is left to check his face. Arsen moves in. High Tide dropkicks his knees out from under him. Goodstone tumbles face first into the mat. High Tide rolls to the ring apron. He springboards, but Arsen knocks him to the guardrail with a forearm to the head. He rolls under the bottom rope, has a few words for fans, and goes to collect the pirate. A European uppercut knocks him backwards. High Tide is pulled out and sent to another portion of the rail. He uses THAT for a springboard and turns his body around for a missile dropkick! Goodstone falls along the ring apron. High Tide gathers himself. He tackles Goodstone against the edge of the ring. Arsen is rolled back inside favoring his back. High Tide leaps in. Goodstone is whipped into the ropes. He catches High Tide’s leap frog with a midair powerslam.
High Tide is turned around for a German Suplex. No! He counters that into a backstabber! Arsen leans on his side as he grabs the middle of his lumbar. Tide crawls for the ropes. Springboard Moonsault splash hits! High Tide sends Arsen in the ropes a second time. Back body drop! He knocks him back down with a running dropkick. Arsen rolls to the ropes. After he gets to his feet, High Tide clotheslines him right over the top. If this were a battle royal he would be eliminated from the contest. But it’s not, so it’s just a simple move. Arsen is to his feet and slamming his hands on the canvas. High Tide charges, only to leap over the reaching hands of Goodstone. Tide stomps down on them to force a retraction. With Arsen shaking them about, High Tide takes the opening to run the length of the ring and return with a suicide dive!
Jerry Andrews: Air Pirate!
Goodstone rocks against the railing. High Tide brings him back to the ring to cancel a breather. He knows The reputation of Goodstone and is not going to let him get settled. The pirate of PCW is stunned with a jawbreaker after he goes to collect the bare-knuckle brawling champion. A Kitchen Sink knee plants High Tide into the mat. Arsen rolls him around like a body were being wrapped in tarp. He blunt forces Tide’s face into mister canvas, then runs it back and forth for good measure because he can. The referee issues a warning. Arsen sarcastically tells him “okay” as he sends a haymaker into the temple before getting to his feet. High Tide is picked up in the air and scooped slam back down. Goodstone decides to pick him up for a second scoop slam, delivering it with more force. High Tide clutches his back through gritted teeth. Arsen has scouted the speedy high flyer and where he struggles with that type, he has executed a flawless plan so far.
Goodstone slowly pulls High Tide back up, giving him time to hear the sounds of pain. He scoops High Tide up in the air again---this coming with a delay---inside cradle from High Tide!
1!
2!
3! – KICKOUT!
Arsen was nearly caught by COMPLETE SURPRISE with that one. He double checks to make sure he beat the count. It’s confirmed and now High Tide will pay for that. German Suplex! Arsen aggressively brings him to his feet. He runs him to the corner, sticks his boot on the buckle and introduces Tide to it. High Tide staggers and is turned around. Speed bag punches to the midsection. Rabbit punches to the face and head. Repeated corner clotheslines. All of this in the span of a five count. Arsen smirks at the toll he has inflicted. High Tide is led away to the center of the ring. An arm wringer. Following a manipulation of the wrist, High Tide is pulled into a headbutt between the eyes, dropping him like a ton of bricks. Arsen covers the pirate and counts with the referee.
1.
2.
Kickout.
High Tide finds himself being flipped onto his stomach. Arsen goes full Paul Orndorff by putting elbows to the back of his head and neck. Following a good couple of stomps to his spine, Arsen sits on Tide’s back, hikes up his arms over his knees, and cinches in a camel clutch. Tide yells from the stretching. Arsen wishes to hear none of it as he introduces forearm shivers to the equation. There may even be an order to shut up in there, but it can’t be confirmed. The referee checks on High Tide as Arsen interlocks his fingers under his chin. So far there is no indicator that Tide is going to submit.
Jerry Andrews: Arsen Goodstone doing Goodstone things. Bringing the rough and tumble violence of his upbringing to the PCW ring. High Tide may want to throw in the towel.
Ace Anderson: You mean, flag? The Jolly Roger taken down for a torn and tattered white flag of surrender! I concur.
High Tide remains in refusal. He survived Typhoon Yukio at Living a Legacy. He’s taken on Dominator in the Underground. Bring your worst, Arsen Goodstone, bring your worst. Arsen wrenches back on the pressure, bending High Tide as much as he can flexibly handle, but thee is no quit in the pirate. Arsen slams his face down in the mat and gets to his feet. High Tide is shot out like a cannon to the corner where his back takes further damage. Had it not been for the top ropes, he would be going down. Instead, he slowly hunches over as the pain catches up to the impact. Arsen walks in. He takes some boots to the midsection, halting his progress. He shakes it off and catches High Tide looking. Tide blocks a punch! He throws one at Arsen, but is stopped short of capitalizing. Goodstone throws another and this one hits. So does an elbow to the teeth.
High Tide is sent to the far side. He rolls out of the way from Arsen as he finds ring post with his shoulder. A school boy!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Arsen runs High Tide backwards into the corner and then unloads some dirty shots with his knees, just out of the view of the referee. Hey, if you can cheat and get away with it, why not? High Tide is gingerly moved out. He’s pulled up for an inverted atomic drop. Tide drops and is left in a heap. Goodstone gets High Tide to his feet. Irish whip. High Tide holds on. Goodstone eats boots when he races in. A drop toe hold deposits him throat first onto the middle rope! Showing some signs of life, he leaps over the top rope to score with a leg drop! High Tide lays on the apron while the toll catches up to him. Arsen is left clinging to his throat. The fans are of a mixed reaction as they don’t favor either of these two. In the process of pulling himself back up, High Tide counters Arsen a second time. He grabs him by the head and takes him throat first onto the top rope. When he turns away...springboard bulldog!
Jerry Andrews: Has High Tide weathered the storm? He’s got himself some offense going finally!
Ace Anderson: High Tide offense isn’t in the contract details!
Goodstone is still the fresher of the two and is to his feet first. But the wily veteran has tricks left in the treasure chest. Swinging neckbreaker surprises Arsen. Tide manages to get them both upright. Snap suplex. A jumping heel kick pushes Arsen Goodstone back into the corner. Running dropkick! High Tide huricanrana’s him OUT of the corner! High Tide takes his time climbing to the top rope, but is able to get his balance set. Goodstone displaces his feet to drop crotch him! High Tide is folded inward so that his face can be bashed into the middle turnbuckle. High Tide is ripped off and deposited in a seated position. He’s sent to the far side with impact. Goodstone hits the ropes. THE DEBT COLLECTOR is ducked under! Goodstone’s own momentum is used against him…
THE PIRATE CODE!
The ref counts.
1!
2!
3---Kickout!
High Tide is fired up and angry. Over the shoulder DDT! Goodstone is sent to the ropes. High Tide crisscrosses the other way. Diving spear! Goodstone clutches his left side as he rolls around pained. High Tide is back for flight. Half Mast! He has a pin!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Goodstone beats things by getting his shoulder up. High Tide was certain he had the three as he questions the count. Goodstone is brought to his feet. Leaping headbutt! Arsen is unallowed to fall. High Tide plants him with pumphandle slam. The pirate is ready to go high flying one more time. Get your cameras ready, here he comes. MAN OVERBOARD! Hits all knees! High Tide rolls into a ball as he clutches his midsection. Arsen wipes the sweat from his brow. He has a laugh about High Tide’s plight. The pirate is ripped to his feet. Arsen goes full bar room brawl to chain together punches, kicks, and knees until High Tide is in a corner. From there he sinks his teeth in with a bite. Goodstone practically strangles him in the corner with the tag rope rather aggressively. He just barely stops under five. The referee pulls him back, but Goodstone gets in a haymaker that puts Tide out of commission for the time being. The fans take issue with that and aren’t afraid to let him know it. Goodstone cracks his knuckles, looking full stone cold killer with his gaze. He moves in. The referee is pulled aside. High Tide is picked up by ONE ARM in the air for a powerbomb...CONTRACT FULFILLED is COUNTERED into a hurricanrana!
Jerry Andrews: Goodstone was ready to put this away!
High Tide finds a small window of an opening. OFF THE PLANK! High Tide wraps Goodstone completely up following the Shooting Star DDT and here goes the referee!
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for as High Tide gets his arm raised in victory.
He is slow to roll out of the ring, but he will stand victorious against the tougher than a two dollar steak, Arsen Goodstone. High Tide starts for the locker room while Arsen is shown coming to inside of the ring, looking slightly disoriented by the impact of the DDT.
DING!
DING!
Arsen turns and comes right at High Tide, knocking him back into the corner with a stinging right fist. He keeps him buckled against the ropes for some body blows. Each hitting like Arsen were punching a slab of cold, dead meat. They are hitting with max impact. This isn’t the streets! High Tide is aggressively ran down the length of the top rope with his eyes being raked. Goodstone disregards things like five counts so that he can choke High Tide out like he owes him some money. Goodstone jaws with the referee while he has High Tide caught in a fish hook. He requests the referee speak a little louder because he can’t hear him over the yelling from High Tide. Tide is turned around in the corner. Goodstone confirms that he has a five count. After counting to four he let’s High Tide go, but not before getting him with a cheap shot after looking like he would break clean.
Arsen wipes his hands clean as he walks away from the action. He adjusts his suspenders using his thumbs while High Tide is left to check his face. Arsen moves in. High Tide dropkicks his knees out from under him. Goodstone tumbles face first into the mat. High Tide rolls to the ring apron. He springboards, but Arsen knocks him to the guardrail with a forearm to the head. He rolls under the bottom rope, has a few words for fans, and goes to collect the pirate. A European uppercut knocks him backwards. High Tide is pulled out and sent to another portion of the rail. He uses THAT for a springboard and turns his body around for a missile dropkick! Goodstone falls along the ring apron. High Tide gathers himself. He tackles Goodstone against the edge of the ring. Arsen is rolled back inside favoring his back. High Tide leaps in. Goodstone is whipped into the ropes. He catches High Tide’s leap frog with a midair powerslam.
High Tide is turned around for a German Suplex. No! He counters that into a backstabber! Arsen leans on his side as he grabs the middle of his lumbar. Tide crawls for the ropes. Springboard Moonsault splash hits! High Tide sends Arsen in the ropes a second time. Back body drop! He knocks him back down with a running dropkick. Arsen rolls to the ropes. After he gets to his feet, High Tide clotheslines him right over the top. If this were a battle royal he would be eliminated from the contest. But it’s not, so it’s just a simple move. Arsen is to his feet and slamming his hands on the canvas. High Tide charges, only to leap over the reaching hands of Goodstone. Tide stomps down on them to force a retraction. With Arsen shaking them about, High Tide takes the opening to run the length of the ring and return with a suicide dive!
Jerry Andrews: Air Pirate!
Goodstone rocks against the railing. High Tide brings him back to the ring to cancel a breather. He knows The reputation of Goodstone and is not going to let him get settled. The pirate of PCW is stunned with a jawbreaker after he goes to collect the bare-knuckle brawling champion. A Kitchen Sink knee plants High Tide into the mat. Arsen rolls him around like a body were being wrapped in tarp. He blunt forces Tide’s face into mister canvas, then runs it back and forth for good measure because he can. The referee issues a warning. Arsen sarcastically tells him “okay” as he sends a haymaker into the temple before getting to his feet. High Tide is picked up in the air and scooped slam back down. Goodstone decides to pick him up for a second scoop slam, delivering it with more force. High Tide clutches his back through gritted teeth. Arsen has scouted the speedy high flyer and where he struggles with that type, he has executed a flawless plan so far.
Goodstone slowly pulls High Tide back up, giving him time to hear the sounds of pain. He scoops High Tide up in the air again---this coming with a delay---inside cradle from High Tide!
1!
2!
3! – KICKOUT!
Arsen was nearly caught by COMPLETE SURPRISE with that one. He double checks to make sure he beat the count. It’s confirmed and now High Tide will pay for that. German Suplex! Arsen aggressively brings him to his feet. He runs him to the corner, sticks his boot on the buckle and introduces Tide to it. High Tide staggers and is turned around. Speed bag punches to the midsection. Rabbit punches to the face and head. Repeated corner clotheslines. All of this in the span of a five count. Arsen smirks at the toll he has inflicted. High Tide is led away to the center of the ring. An arm wringer. Following a manipulation of the wrist, High Tide is pulled into a headbutt between the eyes, dropping him like a ton of bricks. Arsen covers the pirate and counts with the referee.
1.
2.
Kickout.
High Tide finds himself being flipped onto his stomach. Arsen goes full Paul Orndorff by putting elbows to the back of his head and neck. Following a good couple of stomps to his spine, Arsen sits on Tide’s back, hikes up his arms over his knees, and cinches in a camel clutch. Tide yells from the stretching. Arsen wishes to hear none of it as he introduces forearm shivers to the equation. There may even be an order to shut up in there, but it can’t be confirmed. The referee checks on High Tide as Arsen interlocks his fingers under his chin. So far there is no indicator that Tide is going to submit.
Jerry Andrews: Arsen Goodstone doing Goodstone things. Bringing the rough and tumble violence of his upbringing to the PCW ring. High Tide may want to throw in the towel.
Ace Anderson: You mean, flag? The Jolly Roger taken down for a torn and tattered white flag of surrender! I concur.
High Tide remains in refusal. He survived Typhoon Yukio at Living a Legacy. He’s taken on Dominator in the Underground. Bring your worst, Arsen Goodstone, bring your worst. Arsen wrenches back on the pressure, bending High Tide as much as he can flexibly handle, but thee is no quit in the pirate. Arsen slams his face down in the mat and gets to his feet. High Tide is shot out like a cannon to the corner where his back takes further damage. Had it not been for the top ropes, he would be going down. Instead, he slowly hunches over as the pain catches up to the impact. Arsen walks in. He takes some boots to the midsection, halting his progress. He shakes it off and catches High Tide looking. Tide blocks a punch! He throws one at Arsen, but is stopped short of capitalizing. Goodstone throws another and this one hits. So does an elbow to the teeth.
High Tide is sent to the far side. He rolls out of the way from Arsen as he finds ring post with his shoulder. A school boy!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Arsen runs High Tide backwards into the corner and then unloads some dirty shots with his knees, just out of the view of the referee. Hey, if you can cheat and get away with it, why not? High Tide is gingerly moved out. He’s pulled up for an inverted atomic drop. Tide drops and is left in a heap. Goodstone gets High Tide to his feet. Irish whip. High Tide holds on. Goodstone eats boots when he races in. A drop toe hold deposits him throat first onto the middle rope! Showing some signs of life, he leaps over the top rope to score with a leg drop! High Tide lays on the apron while the toll catches up to him. Arsen is left clinging to his throat. The fans are of a mixed reaction as they don’t favor either of these two. In the process of pulling himself back up, High Tide counters Arsen a second time. He grabs him by the head and takes him throat first onto the top rope. When he turns away...springboard bulldog!
Jerry Andrews: Has High Tide weathered the storm? He’s got himself some offense going finally!
Ace Anderson: High Tide offense isn’t in the contract details!
Goodstone is still the fresher of the two and is to his feet first. But the wily veteran has tricks left in the treasure chest. Swinging neckbreaker surprises Arsen. Tide manages to get them both upright. Snap suplex. A jumping heel kick pushes Arsen Goodstone back into the corner. Running dropkick! High Tide huricanrana’s him OUT of the corner! High Tide takes his time climbing to the top rope, but is able to get his balance set. Goodstone displaces his feet to drop crotch him! High Tide is folded inward so that his face can be bashed into the middle turnbuckle. High Tide is ripped off and deposited in a seated position. He’s sent to the far side with impact. Goodstone hits the ropes. THE DEBT COLLECTOR is ducked under! Goodstone’s own momentum is used against him…
THE PIRATE CODE!
The ref counts.
1!
2!
3---Kickout!
High Tide is fired up and angry. Over the shoulder DDT! Goodstone is sent to the ropes. High Tide crisscrosses the other way. Diving spear! Goodstone clutches his left side as he rolls around pained. High Tide is back for flight. Half Mast! He has a pin!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Goodstone beats things by getting his shoulder up. High Tide was certain he had the three as he questions the count. Goodstone is brought to his feet. Leaping headbutt! Arsen is unallowed to fall. High Tide plants him with pumphandle slam. The pirate is ready to go high flying one more time. Get your cameras ready, here he comes. MAN OVERBOARD! Hits all knees! High Tide rolls into a ball as he clutches his midsection. Arsen wipes the sweat from his brow. He has a laugh about High Tide’s plight. The pirate is ripped to his feet. Arsen goes full bar room brawl to chain together punches, kicks, and knees until High Tide is in a corner. From there he sinks his teeth in with a bite. Goodstone practically strangles him in the corner with the tag rope rather aggressively. He just barely stops under five. The referee pulls him back, but Goodstone gets in a haymaker that puts Tide out of commission for the time being. The fans take issue with that and aren’t afraid to let him know it. Goodstone cracks his knuckles, looking full stone cold killer with his gaze. He moves in. The referee is pulled aside. High Tide is picked up by ONE ARM in the air for a powerbomb...CONTRACT FULFILLED is COUNTERED into a hurricanrana!
Jerry Andrews: Goodstone was ready to put this away!
High Tide finds a small window of an opening. OFF THE PLANK! High Tide wraps Goodstone completely up following the Shooting Star DDT and here goes the referee!
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for as High Tide gets his arm raised in victory.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, High Tide!
He is slow to roll out of the ring, but he will stand victorious against the tougher than a two dollar steak, Arsen Goodstone. High Tide starts for the locker room while Arsen is shown coming to inside of the ring, looking slightly disoriented by the impact of the DDT.
Coming back from a commercial break, TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” is in the midst of being played. Stood in the center of the ring, armed with a microphone and dressed sharply in a formal navy blue suit, Horacio Mortimer adjusts his spectacles as he gazes out to the crowd.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please welcome… HORACIO MORTIMER!
Mortimer simply stands there as the crowd disapprove of his presence. He does not seem perturbed by such a reaction, yet the look on his face expresses disappointment; a facial veil that he has apparently worn since Living A Legacy. Nonetheless, he begins to speak.
Horacio Mortimer: Greetings, friends. As you just heard… my name is Horacio Mortimer…
The crowd chant in unison as he introduces himself.
Horacio Mortimer: …and I am here on behalf of The Chronological Order to issue a statement with regards to the outcome of my client’s Semi-Final contest with Phinehas Grimm in what can only be described as a major injustice.
Sensing the excuses coming, the crowd instantly recognise and address this situation with a chorus of jeers.
Horacio Mortimer: I applaud Grimm on his eventual victory, but the means through which he reached the final, though unintentional on his part I’m sure, were unjust, unfair and totally unnecessary. The vengefulness of Johnny Matthews and the force of which he swung a baseball bat at The Zenith’s head were what cost my client victory.
The crowd are attempting to hijack Horacio’s heartfelt speech with cheers of “JOHNNY MATTHEWS” to spite Father Time’s Prodigal Son. He remains undeterred.
Horacio Mortimer: The unfortunate thing about the flow of time is that it cannot be reversed. There is no going back, no matter how many sci-fi shows depict the illusions and cast that doubt whereby the impossible can be made possible. The past is the past. We cannot change it. But one thing we can change… is the future.
He smiles as he relishes on his chosen subject matter.
Horacio Mortimer: For every action, there is a subsequent reaction. Most people associate such a saying to events that take place on a grand scale; the invasion of Poland led to one of the most bloodied wars recorded in history, the meteor that struck the Gulf of Mexico all those millions of years ago wiped out the dinosaurs and allowed us to evolve into the humans that we are today. Every single second, our bodies are reacting to our environs and circumstances with infinite possibilities of what could happen in its place. You might be listening to me now, failing to remember that it is, say, your wedding anniversary. You rush to get flowers, only to cause a multi-car pile-up on the roads in your haste. Would that happen if you realised sooner? Might it not happen at all if you left now, ten seconds from now, an hour from now?
The crowd has fallen silent. It is unclear if they are drawn in by the sense that Mortimer speaks or if they are bored by his ramblings. Having gained a stranglehold over them, regardless, Mortimer lets out another grin.
Horacio Mortimer: But of course, there is a time and a place for everything.
He grins knowingly.
Horacio Mortimer: And, sometimes, a time and a place require discussion and necessary preparation. Therefore, I would like to offer one Johnny Matthews…
The crowd roars upon hearing Johnny Matthews’, the cheers practically drown Horacio’s continuation.
Horacio Mortimer: …to join me in this very ring so that we can discuss this in a civilised manner, like men, to come to a conclusion on which we can all agree to be satisfactory.
The founder of The Chronological Order averts his expectant attention towards the top of the entrance ramp. He checks his watch to witness the time pass. He lets out a sigh after approximately ten seconds. He goes to turn away, but then…
“NO TOR I OUS!”
The Pure Class Arena lights go pitch black as the huge red letters on the PCWTron fade and the screen goes black. Again, the word echoes high in the rafters, even louder.
“NO TOR I OUS!”
The crowd speckle the darkness with the LEDs of their mobile devices. A single spotlight showcases the lone figure that has stepped out onto the stage. The crowd is deafening! The former Johnny V stands spread-legged, eyeing the crowd and taking in his moment. He stares out towards the crowd, giving a cocky smirk as the audience pour their adulation towards him. The Corpus Christi native soaks up the atmosphere before strutting towards Horacio Mortimer, who waits somewhat pensively in the ring.
Matthews gets into the ring and immediately gets right in the face of Horacio, staring daggers through him before peeling his fingers away from the microphone, one digit at a time. Seizing the microphone for himself, Matthews takes a step back.
Johnny Matthews: You’re lucky that you aren’t on your back staring at the insides of your eyelids already. The only reason you’re not is because I find it quite funny listening to how stupid some of the crap that comes out of your mouth. Besides, isn’t the Underground Champion supposed to compete on every show without fail? Haven’t former champions been STRIPPED of the gold in the past should they fail.
Horacio Mortimer: Having discussed this at length with management, and given the nature of which his trauma to the head was sustained, the decision was made to allow a week’s grace. In spite of doctor’s orders not to compete, The Zenith is here tonight… and he’s ready for a fight! It was the management who kept him off the card.
The crowd boo this juxtaposition from Horacio, who shrugs his shoulders as if to say ‘that’s just the way it is.’ Matthews looks far from impressed.
Johnny Matthews: A chump like your ‘client’ doesn’t deserve to be Underground King. He’s good at beating up jobbers, I’ll give him that. But one loss to Grimm and he gets to take a night off!?
Horacio Mortimer: As I recall, the last time Grimm beat you, you had a full blown identity crisis and vanished for weeks… much the same as the last time you faced The Zenith…
The crowd collectively gasp at Mortimer’s audacity.
Johnny Matthews: If Dumbinator wants a fight… I’m right here!
Horacio Mortimer: Believe me, he DOES. More than anything. But like I’ve said… there is a time and place for everything. The time to fight is not now. But I’ve a feeling that we are all going to walk away from the arena tonight having gained exactly what we want.
Johnny Matthews: What’s your point, nerd?
Horacio Mortimer: The Chronological Order proposes a challenge to you, Johnathon. At Return To Glory, we present you with the opportunity to challenge The Zenith for his Underground Crown. The only stipulation that we propose is that you compete in a contest where everything is left in the ring; a literal last chance for you and Dominator to settle your score.
One where you should not focus on pinning or submitting your opponent…
The match we propose… is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!
What say you, Johnathon? Do you accept our invitation?
There is a moment of silence as Matthews runs the palm of his hand over his mouth and down the length of his chin. He then takes an aggressive stride towards Mortimer, who only flinches very slightly as Matthews gets right in his face once again.
Johnny Matthews: First of all… don’t you EVER call me Johnathon.
The crowd let out a smattering of laughter, but it soon fades given the serious expression on Matthews’ face. He comes face to face with Horacio, who visibly gulps, but stands his ground.
Johnny Matthews: Secondly; I don’t take too kindly to your supposed ‘challenge.’ You set the rules the last time and it worked out in your favour! Why should I accept something that I know is designed to screw me over?
Horacio Mortimer: Because there are guys like Gerard Angelo, Stacy Jones, Darren Silviara and Tyler Scott in the back who are itching for a title shot ahead of you. You forget. You’ve been AWOL since Mass Destruction and there is a whole line of guys who deserve a shot more than what you do. But we are offering you the first attempt. If you are so committed to taking everything from my client, then surely you would want to do this over anybody else who might challenge The Zenith, guys who have been busting their arses week after week while you’ve been out playing in the lower leagues of WXW or CWC or whatever scumhole it is…
Johnny is visibly angered by this statement. Mortimer just insulted an entire company, one that Matthews has been vocal on social media about being a part of. Mortimer simply smirks once again, delighted that he has managed to get under Matthews’ skin.
Horacio Mortimer: This is our offer. You can take it or leave it. My advice to you is this…
This time, it is Mortimer who gets right in Matthews’ face.
Horacio Mortimer: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
The crowd is totally invested in this standoff. With that, Mortimer extends a hand to solidify and secure this deal with a gentlemen’s handshake. Matthews looks wary, but he is egged on by the crowd to accept The Chronological Order’s proposal.
His hesitation dissipates as he firmly grabs Mortimer’s hand, squeezing it with as much grip as his can muster. Mortimer screws his face up from the pressure, but the fans are absolutely OVERJOYED by this revelation!
Jerry Andrews: Dominator versus Johnny Matthews in a Last Man Standing Match at Return To Glory! It’s set!
Upon releasing his deathgrip, Mortimer shakes his hand around vigorously, trying to get the flow of blood to return to the tips of his fingers.
Horacio Mortimer: I’m pleased that you and I have come to an understanding. However, I know of one person who isn’t…
The opening drums of Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” begin to pound over the PA System. The crowd erupts as The Underground King marches onto the stage, eyes transfixed on Johnny Matthews.
Jerry Andrews: Oh boy! Here we go!
The bloodthirsty fans chant “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” over and over as Dominator’s music fades. The Underground King has come to a stop at the ringside area, breathing heavily with his fists clenched. Horacio Mortimer quickly bails out of the ring to take his client’s side. Matthews
Johnny Matthews: Well, well, well… if it isn’t the Big Bad Dumbinator himself! How’s PCW life treating you? I hear you’ve fallen on some hard times recently. You’d have thought that a company would support someone who was once so high up the pecking order…
He shrugs upon further contemplation.
Johnny Matthews: Well… I say ‘once’ so high. After Living A Legacy, your fall from grace was from so high up that when your fat ass hit the ground they could feel it all the way in China.
The crowd let out more laughter. Dominator takes a step forward, but Mortimer holds him back for a moment.
Johnny Matthews: The fact that you were undefeated was the only thing that you could use as leverage. And I was the one who took that away from you. At Return to Glory… I will take everything else from you. Your title AND your dignity.
Dominator acquires a microphone from Horacio. He spits as he speaks in a booming and unrelenting tone.
Dominator: Forget Return To Glory. Right now… you’re about to GET THESE HANDS!
The crowd erupts as Dominator takes a step forward.
Ace Anderson: Isn’t that copyright infringement?
All of a sudden. The lights go out.
There is approximately five seconds of darkness. Only Horacio could tell you precisely, but the time that passes feels much greater.
As the lights come back on… a figure is stood directly behind Matthews, who quickly spins him around and swings around him, planting Matthews face first into the canvas with a modified Tornado DDT.
IT’S GRIMM!!!
AND HE JUST STRUCK JOHNNY MATTHEWS WITH THE HARVEST!
Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on!? Grimm just laid out Johnny Matthews!
Ace Anderson: Look at Horacio Mortimer! He’s laughing! He’s laughing like some sort of evil genius!
Dominator slowly paces towards the ring, mounting the apron and stepping over the top rope. Dominator glares directly at Grimm, who simply takes two steps back to grant The Zenith access to his nemesis, as if presenting him on a silver platter. Dominator grins wickedly, grabbing Matthews by the waistline of his jeans and hoisting him up to his feet with one arm before hoisting him up on top of his shoulders, locking in a Torture Rack.
Jerry Andrews: There’s the Rip In Time!
Matthews screams out in pain before Dominator finally shows mercy by finishing his Rip In Time with a neckbreaker of sorts. Matthews sprawls across the mat. Dominator glances back towards Grimm, who seems to share the same intense expression that he wears. Remorselessly, Dominator drags Matthews by the foot into the center of the ring. The Suzerain of Time picks up Matthews by the chin, pinching his cheeks together to form puckered, groggied lips, talking some trash into his semi-conscious face. With that, Dominator charges past Matthews to hit the ropes that are behind him. At the same time, Grimm bounces off the opposite ropes, leaving Matthews staggering in the middle of the ring, barely able to stay upright. Within a fraction of a second, Grimm swings a Muay Thai-like kick right into Matthew’s face as Dominator sweeps Matthews’ legs from behind him with a chop block. Matthews spins through the air like a top before crashing to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Was that… the Soul Removal Machine!?
Jerry Andrews: What is this!? What is this that we are seeing!?
Applauding the two men’s efforts, Horacio Mortimer ascends the ring steps and re-enters the ring. He stands over Johnny Matthews whilst consulting his watch. He begins to count aloud;
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Horacio Mortimer waves his arms horizontally as if signalling that Matthews is knocked out. Dominator simply stares downwards with a crooked neck towards his victim before coming face to face with Grimm. The two men stare one another down for a moment, before Grimm cracks what looks to be an impressed grin. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, extending it towards Dominator….
…a single black glove.
Dominator takes the glove and stares at it for a moment before outstretching his fingers and pulling it over his hand. Horacio stands between both men, grabbing their forearms and hoisting them upwards; the trio stand tall in unison.
Jerry Andrews: When Dominator said Matthews was about to “Get These Hands,” I don’t think this was the sort of ‘hand’ he was expecting!
Ace Anderson: I hate to say it, but I think PCW has just entered a new dark age. How is anybody even going to stop this team!?
Jerry Andrews: The symbolism of the glove… I think we all know what this means… and I’ve got to tell you, Ace… I’m inclined to agree with everything you’ve just said. Dominator and Grimm… what a devastating combination! The Black Hand… is back…
As Trauma returns, Tyler Scott is seen standing backstage.
Jerry Andrews: There we see Tyler Scott, who is set to take part in tonight's huge main event!
Ace Anderson: I can't wait for that!
Suddenly, Gabriel walks into frame and speaks to Scott.
Gabriel: Tyler, I just need a moment to speak with you. How are you feeling tonight following your tough match against Kyle Shane last week.
Tyler Scott turns towards Gabriel and is about to speak, when Gabriel cuts him off.
Gabriel: Sorry, but I need to cut to the chase. After you spoke with me that evening, I told you that The Lord would come to you if you were ready. Of course, following your match, Seromine came to the ring and walked with you to the back. Now, Tyler, I have to know... what did He say to you?
Tyler Scott is about to speak when Gabriel cuts him off once again.
Gabriel: Because, you see, as you know... as you know there have been some issues with my performance recently. I have disappointed The Lord. I have let Him down - repeatedly - but I need Him to know how much he means to me and how much I need Him. So, if you're speaking with Him, could you please do me a favour and let Him know that....
Gabriel stops speaking as Seromine walks into view.
Seromine: Oh how nice it is to see the two of you this fine evening.
Both Gabriel and Scott are silent, unsure of how much of their conversation Seromine heard. Seromine puts his hand on Tyler Scott's shoulder and leads him down the hallway. Gabriel follows. Seromine leads Scott into a room. Gabriel is about to follow, when the door shuts before he can step inside. Gabriel is left alone in the hallway. He lifts his hand for a moment as if he is about to knock on the door, but then changes his mind and turns to walk down to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first, he weighs in at 221 lbs... The HOLLYWOOD HERO... GERARD ANGELO!!
The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage, out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans. Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face. As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: Here's a man who had a successful coming out party at Living a Legacy, Angelo knocked off his long-time rival, Braddock!
Ace Anderson: Angelo is still relatively new and fresh to Pure Class Wrestling and still looking to gain credibility in any way he can. But what he does come with is an It factor.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 219 lbs... GABRIEL!!
The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play. Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.
"There's a world you're living in
No one else has your part
All God's children in the wind
Take it in and blow hard.
Look around it, have you found it
Walking down the avenue?
See what it brings,
could be good things
In the air for you.."
Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and awaits his opponent/the start of the match.
Jerry Andrews: One show removed from a record breaking Living a Legacy pay-per-view, and it could be said that Gabriel had one of the biggest nights of his life at LAL X.
Ace Anderson: Against all the odds, Gabriel made it to the finals of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament, and took on and nearly defeated Grimm. He did so after defeating his master, Seromine, by disqualification, but in the end, he did fall short against Grimm.
Jerry Andrews: Partner, what kind of career trajectory does Gabriel see now? We've witnessed in the double main event at Living A Legacy, Seromine reaching out to Tyler Scott in Gabriel's place... and after his failure to take home the finals of TIIT... where does Gabriel stand?
Ace Anderson: Man, I... I just don't know. On one hand, it seems like a guy who's career is trending upwards, right? I mean, he got to the freaking finals. But, he didn't get the job done, and now, things with Seromine are tense, as we just saw moments ago. He has to be looking for a way to rebound, and it's got to be tonight.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think you could find two men more worlds away from each other than right there in the ring.
Ace Anderson: Both are firmly concentrated on the next step, and for different reasons for each of them, the only way for them to go now, is up!
"There's a world you're living in
No one else has your part
All God's children in the wind
Take it in and blow hard.
Look around it, have you found it
Walking down the avenue?
See what it brings,
could be good things
In the air for you.."
Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and awaits his opponent/the start of the match.
Jerry Andrews: One show removed from a record breaking Living a Legacy pay-per-view, and it could be said that Gabriel had one of the biggest nights of his life at LAL X.
Ace Anderson: Against all the odds, Gabriel made it to the finals of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament, and took on and nearly defeated Grimm. He did so after defeating his master, Seromine, by disqualification, but in the end, he did fall short against Grimm.
Jerry Andrews: Partner, what kind of career trajectory does Gabriel see now? We've witnessed in the double main event at Living A Legacy, Seromine reaching out to Tyler Scott in Gabriel's place... and after his failure to take home the finals of TIIT... where does Gabriel stand?
Ace Anderson: Man, I... I just don't know. On one hand, it seems like a guy who's career is trending upwards, right? I mean, he got to the freaking finals. But, he didn't get the job done, and now, things with Seromine are tense, as we just saw moments ago. He has to be looking for a way to rebound, and it's got to be tonight.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think you could find two men more worlds away from each other than right there in the ring.
Ace Anderson: Both are firmly concentrated on the next step, and for different reasons for each of them, the only way for them to go now, is up!
Singles Match - Standard Rules
"The Hollywood Hero" Gerard Angelo vs Gabriel
Referee: Ty Little
The bell sounds There's a pop from the crowd as Gabriel and Angelo lock up center ring. Each man jockey's for positioning before they shove off each other with a stalemate. The two circle each other once more before locking up center ring, where they once again jockey for position before it's Angelo who latches on to a side head lock before taking Gabriel over to the mat forcing his shoulder down. The referee sidles into position to count it, however, Gabriel rolls his shoulder up off the mat. Angelo continues to crank down on his head. The referee asks Gabriel to surrender which he refuses before working his way back to his feet where he hoists Angelo up in the air before driving him into the mat with a side suplex. Gabriel works his way back to his feet before picking Angelo up off the mat where he nails him with a hard right hand that sends Angelo back into the ropes. Gabriel comes forward where he laces him across the chest with a knife edge chop followed by a second before firing Angelo across the ring and into the ropes, Angelo bounces off the ropes ducking under a Gabriel clothesline. Gabriel spins around where he peppered in the jaw by several right hands from Angelo before Gerard delivers a T-Bone suplex to a pop from the crowd! Angelo is quickly into the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE....
Gabriel throws a shoulder up off the mat. Angelo works his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Gabriel up off the mat. Angelo nails Gabriel with another right hand before taking Gabriel back into a neutral corner. Angelo begins to drive several shoulder blocks to the midsection before he whips Gabriel across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. Angelo charges across the ring where he eats a reverse elbow from Gabriel which sends Angelo staggering back out towards the center of the ring for Gabriel to deliver a rolling clothesline from the corner!
Jerry Andrews: What a lick from Gabriel!
Gabriel takes a moment to stop the fast pace and pirhouette around the ring, making "C'mon" motions with his hands and telling all the nonbelievers to shower him with their wickedness, or you know, crazy religious stuff. Taking the time to taunt gives Angelo a second to start pulling himself up, on all fours.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel may not want to take too long to pontificate to the crowd.
Ace Anderson: Ah, you know, spreading the message and all that.
Angelo takes a moment to come out of the corner, and when he does, Gabriel immediately tries to shove him back -- only to be kicked swiftly in the gut for good measure. James follows up with another snapping kick and quickly hits the ropes, but Gabriel slips under a wild clothesline attempt, grabs a rear waistlock and drags Angelo to the mat, transitioning into a grounded hammerlock. Angelo manages to wriggle free, only to get doubled over by a knee to the midsection from Gabriel ... who quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a seated dropkick that sends both of Gabriel' boots colliding with the side of Angelo's skull!
Ace Anderson: Gabriel with the cover, hooks the leg...
ONE...
NO!
Jerry Andrews: Not putting away Angelo anyway near that early, but it's hard to blame Gabriel for taking the initiative.
Ace Anderson: I'll blame him. I'll blame whomever I want to blame, dagnabbit.
Jerry Andrews: My partner, ladies and gentlemen, resorting to the language of 19th century prospectors.
Ace Anderson: That's MAH GOLD! MINE!
Jerry Andrews: It's a good thing I'm getting paid for this.
Ace Anderson: They're PAYING you?!?! I need a new agent.
Angelo takes a second too long to get back to his feet, allowing Gabriel to grab a side headlock. Angelo slips behind and shoves Gabriel away, but whiffs on a roundhouse kick attempt and gets met with a pair of Gabriel jabs that back the Hollywood Hero against the ropes. The Deacon of Serominism sends Angelo off the ropes, catching him with a huge back body drop that causes Angelo to bounce off the mat three times before finally rolling to a stop. Gabriel covers, nodding his head aggressively for the ref to come on.
The ref: ONE...
TW - kickout!
Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to a decent pop from the crowd. Gabriel is the first to his feet where he picks Angelo up off the mat. Gabriel backs Angelo up against the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the near side and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Gabriel forces the cover.
The referee: ONE.... TWO... THR
Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to another pop from the crowd.
Ace Anderson: The crowd is certainly behind Angelo in this contest, perhaps considering Gabriel the more unbearable of the two.
Jerry Andrews: It's sometimes easy to forget that Gabriel is a multiple time champion here in Pure Class Wrestling, and he is a dangerous, crafty, and underhanded opponent. Angelo is going to be successful he's going to have to start rallying with some offense.
Gabriel reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat before taking him back into a neutral corner. Gabriel chops Angelo across the chest before hoisting him up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Gabriel taunts Angelo before slapping him across the face. Gabriel steps up to the middle turnbuckle before locking a front face lock. The crowd comes a live as Gabriel steps up to the top turnbuckle! The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Angelo begins hammering Gabriel in the ribs with right hands before freeing himself from Gabriel where he able to shove Gabriel off the top rope and sending him crashing to the mat below! The crowd starts to rally behind Angelo as Gerard stands up on the top turnbuckle before leaping off with a flying elbow drop across the sternum of Gabriel! Gabriel contorts around the ring, holding his sternum, and Gerard Anglo sits up. You would think after all that, Gerard Angelo would be satisfied enough to go for a pin, but the flashy, show-offy movie star starts posing to the crowd, saying that it's his time, and he's going to show Pure Class Wrestling some real class. As he continues to taunt, Gabriel rises to his feet, Angelo meets him with a knee to the ribs that gives him the opening to lock in a Muay Thai clinch and start bringing on the knees with a vengeance. Gabriel absorbs nearly a dozen blows to the head and body before he finally shoves Angelo away and backs into the corner for a rest. Angelo doesn't give him one, charging into the corner and leaping for a flying knee. Somehow, Gabriel catches him and sets up for a powerbomb out of the corner, but Angelo's one step ahead once again, sending Gabriel to the canvas with a hurricarana.
Jerry Andrews: I am very impressed with the conditioning of Gerard Angelo in this match!
Ace Anderson: You could have a body like that!... If you paid a half dozen trainers a small fortune to work those spare tires from your gut and glutes.
Jerry Andrews: ...Hey now!!
Ace Anderson: It takes a village to look like he does, is all I'm saying!
Gabriel manages to get back to his feet, but is quickly met by a pair of jarring kicks from Angelo; one to the ribs, and a crackling blow to the outside of Gabriel's right thigh. Hobbled, Gabriel is easily whipped into the ropes, where Angelo sprints in and connects with a dropsault to the chest. As Gabriel staggers out, Angelo swoops in with a quick DDT, then rapidly follows with a standing backflip that sees the Hollywood hero land with both of his knees crashing into Gabriel' back in a lungblower. It's only a quick transition from there to a cover. The crowd is rapidly coming alive for the fast-paced match.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Kickout!
Gabriel throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd before starting a massive mixed reaction as Gerard starts working his way back to his feet. Angelo reaches his feet where he backs up against the ropes where he waits for Gabriel who starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base where he turns around and walks into a superkick to the ribs by Angelo which doubles Gabriel over for Angelo to follow up with a piledriver!! Angelo rolls out to the ring apron before pulling himself to his feet where he scales the nearest turnbuckle. Angelo waits for Gabriel who once again starts working his way back to his feet. Once he's standing Angelo leaps off the top rope looking for a flying cross body block! Gabriel side steps Angelo causing him to crash and burn! Gabriel makes his way towards Angelo where he reaches down picking him up off the mat before positioning and delivering a powerbomb!
Jerry Andrews: What impact!
Gabriel makes his way towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before scaling the nearest set of buckles himself! The crowd starts to buzz as Angelo now begins working his way back to a vertical base. Once standing he's met by a missile dropkick by Gabriel! Gabriel makes the cover hooking the nearest leg!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO... Kickout!
Gabriel waits for Angelo to get slowly to his feet, but pounces aggressively again with a couple of forearms and searing kicks. With Angelo struggling to draw in a breath and recover, Gabriel hits the ropes and comes off with a flying clothesline, only to find himself being tossed high into the air by Angelo and met with a European uppercut on the way down! Seeking to capitalize on his new-found momentum, Angelo whips Gabriel into the corner and follows with a charge of his own, connecting with a gigantic running splash. Gabriel wobbles out of the corner, right into Angelo' waiting arms, and its only a moment later when the Deacon of Serominism is laid out on the mat courtesy of a devastating looking Death Valley Bomb!.
Jerry Andrews: And he calls that Look Alive! Gabriel is down and out!
Ace Anderson: Now Angelo grabbing Gabriel's arms ... could be trying to turn him into a submission, but Gabriel is fighting!
Jerry Andrews: Well, of course. Just letting him do it would be massively stupid ... not to mention painful.
Gabriel pivots his hips over and over again, finally managing to shake Angelo' grip and send the Hollywood Hero tumbling away. Both men quickly regain their feet, but it's Angelo who gains the advantage, cutting off Gabriel's attempted forearm with a knee to the stomach, then flipping overhead with a gutwrench suplex! Gabriel manages to get back to his feet quickly, but Angelo is right there waiting for him and hooks the Deacon of Serominism from behind before sending Gabriel crashing to the mat with a half-nelson suplex.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has absorbed some punishment in the last few minutes, and yet he continues to gasp for life.
Ace Anderson: This man took Grimm of all people to his limit, Andrews. Grimm, mister Snap Crackle Pop your bones. Gabriel is a tough hombre in his own right. I'm kind of rooting for the guy here, despite myself.
Jerry Andrews: I thought you were team Angelo?
Ace Anderson (high voiced): I'm not picking sides!! ... Why, did he say something?
Gabriel doesn't waste any time as he picks Angelo up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. Gabriel delivers a chop across the chest before shooting Gerard across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into the arms of a Sleeper Hold by Gabriel!
Angelo makes a motion that it's over, and he holds his hands out in a camera framing gesture, shades of what he did to Braddock at Living A Legacy, "filming" Gabriel getting to his feet and motioning for him to get up. When he does, he goes to boot Gabriel in the gut and turn him around, hooking him for a stunner, but the incoming foot in caught and sadly, Angelo is turned around and discombobulated. When he completes the turn Gabriel is ready with a boot to the gut of his own, and he grabs in an arm wrench and a hook kick, taking Angelo down. Then, Gabriel decides to snatch in a deep sleeper hold on the fallen Angelo, grinding his forearm in back and forth as he takes Angelo to the mat. Gabriel cranks on the pressure of the sleeper as the referee is in position asking Angelo to surrender. Angelo waves off the official as Gabriel cranks on the Sleeper. Angelo starting to fade! Gerard drops to one knee as the referee once again asks him to surrender. Angelo refuses before falling to a seated position. Gabriel continues to crank on the Sleeper as the official once again asks Angelo to surrender, he doesn't get a response so he raises Angelo's right arm up in the air, he releases the arm and it falls to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is doing everything he can to grind Angelo down!
Ace Anderson: It's basic, it's kinda shifty and wonky, and it's effective. Ticks all the "Gabriel in a nutshell" boxes.
The referee raises the right up in the air a second time before releasing, it falls back to the mat a second time. The referee raises Angelo's arm up in the air for the third and final time, he releases and it begins to fall towards the mat before being shot right back up into the air garnering a loud ovation from the crowd! Gabriel's head whips back and forth as his prey is starting to, for lack of a better word, Hulk up beneath him, vibrating with effort, face turning read. The crowd reaction swings in his favor, chanting "ANGELO, ANGELO, ANGELO" as the Hollywood Hero fights his way from all fours to his knees, then one knee, then his feet. He laces in a rough elbow to the gut of Gabriel, then another, then another... Gabriel's grip loosens with each hit. Angelo takes a gasping lungful of air and tries to create separation for the two of them, but Gabriel floats in, trying to snatch on a front facelock. Before he can twist it into a cutter, Angelo shoves Gabriel off. Gabriel bounces off the ropes, and he meets Angelo, who still recovering ducks a Gabriel clothesline, letting Gabriel surge past him, run to the opposite ropes, and on the return Gabriel ducks under a superkick attempt from Angelo! Angelo turns in a circle and Gabriel dumps him out of the ring, turning to the crowd and laughing and proclaiming his purity of heart. However, Angelo held on to the middle rope and pulls himself back to his feet on the apron, and Gabriel turns, a moment of dumbfounded surprise on his face as he sees that devil still on the apron. He charges in, but is met right at the ropes with a roaring elbow strike that makes Gabriel do a few two dazed two-steps, then fall right on his back!
Jerry Andrews: What a damn hit!!
Ace Anderson: Modified Golden Statement!
Performing a slingshot into a senton across the ribs of his foe, Angelo takes a few moments to take in a few deep breaths, gathering his wind. Then he rolls back over, pinning Gabriel.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE - Kickout!
Angelo slaps the mat, yelling in frustration. He eventually reaches his feet where he picks Gabriel up off the mat before locking in a front face lock. He looks for a suplex but it's blocked by Gabriel and countered with a snap suplex of his own. Gabriel reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat before driving him back into a neutral corner with a running shoulder block. Gabriel follows up by driving a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection of Angelo before shooting him across the ring with an irish Whip. Gabriel charges across the ring full speed where he looks to deliver a spear, Angelo side steps Gabriel sending him crashing right shoulder first into the ring post to a huge pop from the crowd. Angelo pulls Gabriel back into the ring before spinning him around and dropping him with an armbar DDT! Angelo rolls Gabriel over making the cover!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE - Kickout!!
Angelo can't believe it. He yells "COME ON!" to the ref, and the crowd, which had been won over by his pluck earlier, now reacts a bit more negatively to his hotheadedness. Angelo grits his teeth, and works his way back to his feet where he stalks for a moment, then picks Gabriel up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. He shoots him across the ring with a whip, Gabriel bounces off the ropes, Angelo drops his head looking for a back body drop only for Gabriel to stop, grip the ducked head of Angelo, and then drop down for a front facelock cutter!! The crowd now erupts for Gabriel as he turns the tide.
Jerry Andrews: Massive counter by Gabriel, he nailed Believe! Gerard Angelo is down!!
Gabriel shouts for the slovenly, heathenous referee to attend him, and the ref drops down, counting the hooked leg.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE - Kickout!!
The crowd goes up, the people can't believe it. Gabriel can't believe it. The referee even looks like he can't believe it. Looking more like he can hold some belief is Gerard Angelo, who is slithering out of the ring to regain some composure, almost slinking out of there like a sentient puddle to gather again at the bottom of the apron. Gabriel follows, which proves to be a mistake, because with easy access to his legs, Angelo reaches under the ropes and pulls the big man’s feet out from under him. With surprising strength, Angelo drags him out of the ring and lets Gabriel fall to the padded arena floor. Immediately, he starts dropping the knees. He starts with a couple to the upper body and gradually works his way doing, driving knee and knee violently into Gabriel. Gerard Angelo’s made a living out of taking down those unsuspecting marks being opportunistically vicious. And no one’s ever accused Angelo of playing by the rules either, so it’s no surprise when he picks up Gabriel’s legs and delivers a stomping heel to the groin.
Jerry Andrews: That’s blatantly illegal!
Ace Anderson: That’s smart, Andrews. Keep the little weasel off his feet by any means necessary!
The referee, having somehow missed the stomp, just yells in frustration for the combatants to get back in the ring. Gabriel is outside, writhing in pain, as the referee starts his count, but, milking it for all he's worth, Angelo smiles broadly and rolls into the ring and raises his hand for the crowd that still likes him. At length, as the referee is getting to the over five portions of his count, Gabriel is up, glaring into the ring at Angelo, but taking his time to recover before getting back in. Gabriel grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself up onto the apron, when suddenly, he’s drilled in the chest by Angelo’s baseball slide, knocking him all the way back to the barricade. With Angelo outside of the ring again, the count starts fresh.
ONE...
TWO...
Angelo pulls Gabriel to his feet and leads him along the side of the ring to the announce table. He turns him around and then sets his large opponent up for a suplex - he even gets him part of the way up, but then Gabriel hooks his leg around the back of Angelo’s thigh, forcing him to abort the maneuver. As soon as Gabriel feet touch the floor, he immediately reverses and hoists Angelo up into a suplex of his own, dropping him across the ring steps!
FOUR...
FIVE...
Angelo spasms on the arena floor, cramped rod-straight from the pain shooting from his back through his entire body.
SIX...
SEVEN...
Gabriel rolls into the ring, but only long enough to break the count, and he’s immediately back outside again to inflict more damage. The announce table is still undamaged, right? Well, not for long. Gabriel pulls Angelo up, kicks him in the stomach to double him over, and in an instant, he has Angelo hoisted up for a powerbomb - but perhaps he is too eager to break Angelo’s back. He takes a few steps back to get some extra momentum, but when he goes forward, he’s abruptly halted when Angelo reaches out and grabs the ring ropes.
FOUR...
FIVE...
Gabriel tries to pull through and powerbomb him anyway, but in time, Angelo wiggles out and pulls himself onto the apron. When Gabriel turns around, Angelo leaps without warning into a sloppy make-shift springboard plancha off the ring apron! For almost a nanosecond Gabriel's reflexes are up to the task, He catches Angelo in mid-air ,but then he sways back and the two go plowing over the top of the announcers table, tumbling down together!!
Jerry Andrews: LOOK OUT!!!
Ace Anderson: Get the hell out of the way Andrews!!
Both men are laying there, stunned for several long seconds. The sight of both men's collision and flipping over the table was enough to shock the referee into holding up the count, but after a pregnant moment where neither man moves, he looks to the timekeepers and officials for guidance what to do... then continues the count!
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
Gabriel and Gerard Angelo separately crawl from around the announce table, woozy after the spirited battle between them and the spill over the table. They're barely even aware of where they are let alone the dire situation they're both in. The referee yells at both of them to come on. Angelo gets his wits first, pushing himself up on his feet and trying to sprint the distance across the aisle. Gabriel's eyes fly open wide and he bolts right towards the ring like a spooked horse. The referee is still counting.
NINE...
TEN!!
Angelo slides under the rope as Gabriel gets on the apron. The referee waves it off, motioning to the time keeper.
DING DING DING
The referee can be seen to be apologizing to Angelo, who is frantically trying to explain he got in the ring at the right time. Gabriel, still by the ropes, looks crestfallen.
Jerry Andrews: ...We back on the air, partner?...
Ace Anderson: I think so, these two men put each other through hell tonight, they fought out of the ring and got right here, knocking each other over the announce table. But they didn't beat the count, so it ended inconclusively.
Jerry Andrews: The disappointment in both men's faces is palpable, they both saw this match as some much needed momentum.
Gabriel hops down from the apron and holds his head in his hands with a desperate, wild look, and Gerard Angelo is pitching a fit to the referee. He looks out at Gabriel, and points and shouts some choice words to him.
Jerry Andrews: The way this ended it can be sure it's not over between these two. They still need an answer, and a conclusive winner.
Ace Anderson: That's going to have to wait.
REFEREE: ONE....
Gabriel throws a shoulder up off the mat. Angelo works his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Gabriel up off the mat. Angelo nails Gabriel with another right hand before taking Gabriel back into a neutral corner. Angelo begins to drive several shoulder blocks to the midsection before he whips Gabriel across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. Angelo charges across the ring where he eats a reverse elbow from Gabriel which sends Angelo staggering back out towards the center of the ring for Gabriel to deliver a rolling clothesline from the corner!
Jerry Andrews: What a lick from Gabriel!
Gabriel takes a moment to stop the fast pace and pirhouette around the ring, making "C'mon" motions with his hands and telling all the nonbelievers to shower him with their wickedness, or you know, crazy religious stuff. Taking the time to taunt gives Angelo a second to start pulling himself up, on all fours.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel may not want to take too long to pontificate to the crowd.
Ace Anderson: Ah, you know, spreading the message and all that.
Angelo takes a moment to come out of the corner, and when he does, Gabriel immediately tries to shove him back -- only to be kicked swiftly in the gut for good measure. James follows up with another snapping kick and quickly hits the ropes, but Gabriel slips under a wild clothesline attempt, grabs a rear waistlock and drags Angelo to the mat, transitioning into a grounded hammerlock. Angelo manages to wriggle free, only to get doubled over by a knee to the midsection from Gabriel ... who quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a seated dropkick that sends both of Gabriel' boots colliding with the side of Angelo's skull!
Ace Anderson: Gabriel with the cover, hooks the leg...
ONE...
NO!
Jerry Andrews: Not putting away Angelo anyway near that early, but it's hard to blame Gabriel for taking the initiative.
Ace Anderson: I'll blame him. I'll blame whomever I want to blame, dagnabbit.
Jerry Andrews: My partner, ladies and gentlemen, resorting to the language of 19th century prospectors.
Ace Anderson: That's MAH GOLD! MINE!
Jerry Andrews: It's a good thing I'm getting paid for this.
Ace Anderson: They're PAYING you?!?! I need a new agent.
Angelo takes a second too long to get back to his feet, allowing Gabriel to grab a side headlock. Angelo slips behind and shoves Gabriel away, but whiffs on a roundhouse kick attempt and gets met with a pair of Gabriel jabs that back the Hollywood Hero against the ropes. The Deacon of Serominism sends Angelo off the ropes, catching him with a huge back body drop that causes Angelo to bounce off the mat three times before finally rolling to a stop. Gabriel covers, nodding his head aggressively for the ref to come on.
The ref: ONE...
TW - kickout!
Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to a decent pop from the crowd. Gabriel is the first to his feet where he picks Angelo up off the mat. Gabriel backs Angelo up against the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the near side and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Gabriel forces the cover.
The referee: ONE.... TWO... THR
Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to another pop from the crowd.
Ace Anderson: The crowd is certainly behind Angelo in this contest, perhaps considering Gabriel the more unbearable of the two.
Jerry Andrews: It's sometimes easy to forget that Gabriel is a multiple time champion here in Pure Class Wrestling, and he is a dangerous, crafty, and underhanded opponent. Angelo is going to be successful he's going to have to start rallying with some offense.
Gabriel reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat before taking him back into a neutral corner. Gabriel chops Angelo across the chest before hoisting him up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Gabriel taunts Angelo before slapping him across the face. Gabriel steps up to the middle turnbuckle before locking a front face lock. The crowd comes a live as Gabriel steps up to the top turnbuckle! The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Angelo begins hammering Gabriel in the ribs with right hands before freeing himself from Gabriel where he able to shove Gabriel off the top rope and sending him crashing to the mat below! The crowd starts to rally behind Angelo as Gerard stands up on the top turnbuckle before leaping off with a flying elbow drop across the sternum of Gabriel! Gabriel contorts around the ring, holding his sternum, and Gerard Anglo sits up. You would think after all that, Gerard Angelo would be satisfied enough to go for a pin, but the flashy, show-offy movie star starts posing to the crowd, saying that it's his time, and he's going to show Pure Class Wrestling some real class. As he continues to taunt, Gabriel rises to his feet, Angelo meets him with a knee to the ribs that gives him the opening to lock in a Muay Thai clinch and start bringing on the knees with a vengeance. Gabriel absorbs nearly a dozen blows to the head and body before he finally shoves Angelo away and backs into the corner for a rest. Angelo doesn't give him one, charging into the corner and leaping for a flying knee. Somehow, Gabriel catches him and sets up for a powerbomb out of the corner, but Angelo's one step ahead once again, sending Gabriel to the canvas with a hurricarana.
Jerry Andrews: I am very impressed with the conditioning of Gerard Angelo in this match!
Ace Anderson: You could have a body like that!... If you paid a half dozen trainers a small fortune to work those spare tires from your gut and glutes.
Jerry Andrews: ...Hey now!!
Ace Anderson: It takes a village to look like he does, is all I'm saying!
Gabriel manages to get back to his feet, but is quickly met by a pair of jarring kicks from Angelo; one to the ribs, and a crackling blow to the outside of Gabriel's right thigh. Hobbled, Gabriel is easily whipped into the ropes, where Angelo sprints in and connects with a dropsault to the chest. As Gabriel staggers out, Angelo swoops in with a quick DDT, then rapidly follows with a standing backflip that sees the Hollywood hero land with both of his knees crashing into Gabriel' back in a lungblower. It's only a quick transition from there to a cover. The crowd is rapidly coming alive for the fast-paced match.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Kickout!
Gabriel throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd before starting a massive mixed reaction as Gerard starts working his way back to his feet. Angelo reaches his feet where he backs up against the ropes where he waits for Gabriel who starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base where he turns around and walks into a superkick to the ribs by Angelo which doubles Gabriel over for Angelo to follow up with a piledriver!! Angelo rolls out to the ring apron before pulling himself to his feet where he scales the nearest turnbuckle. Angelo waits for Gabriel who once again starts working his way back to his feet. Once he's standing Angelo leaps off the top rope looking for a flying cross body block! Gabriel side steps Angelo causing him to crash and burn! Gabriel makes his way towards Angelo where he reaches down picking him up off the mat before positioning and delivering a powerbomb!
Jerry Andrews: What impact!
Gabriel makes his way towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before scaling the nearest set of buckles himself! The crowd starts to buzz as Angelo now begins working his way back to a vertical base. Once standing he's met by a missile dropkick by Gabriel! Gabriel makes the cover hooking the nearest leg!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO... Kickout!
Gabriel waits for Angelo to get slowly to his feet, but pounces aggressively again with a couple of forearms and searing kicks. With Angelo struggling to draw in a breath and recover, Gabriel hits the ropes and comes off with a flying clothesline, only to find himself being tossed high into the air by Angelo and met with a European uppercut on the way down! Seeking to capitalize on his new-found momentum, Angelo whips Gabriel into the corner and follows with a charge of his own, connecting with a gigantic running splash. Gabriel wobbles out of the corner, right into Angelo' waiting arms, and its only a moment later when the Deacon of Serominism is laid out on the mat courtesy of a devastating looking Death Valley Bomb!.
Jerry Andrews: And he calls that Look Alive! Gabriel is down and out!
Ace Anderson: Now Angelo grabbing Gabriel's arms ... could be trying to turn him into a submission, but Gabriel is fighting!
Jerry Andrews: Well, of course. Just letting him do it would be massively stupid ... not to mention painful.
Gabriel pivots his hips over and over again, finally managing to shake Angelo' grip and send the Hollywood Hero tumbling away. Both men quickly regain their feet, but it's Angelo who gains the advantage, cutting off Gabriel's attempted forearm with a knee to the stomach, then flipping overhead with a gutwrench suplex! Gabriel manages to get back to his feet quickly, but Angelo is right there waiting for him and hooks the Deacon of Serominism from behind before sending Gabriel crashing to the mat with a half-nelson suplex.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has absorbed some punishment in the last few minutes, and yet he continues to gasp for life.
Ace Anderson: This man took Grimm of all people to his limit, Andrews. Grimm, mister Snap Crackle Pop your bones. Gabriel is a tough hombre in his own right. I'm kind of rooting for the guy here, despite myself.
Jerry Andrews: I thought you were team Angelo?
Ace Anderson (high voiced): I'm not picking sides!! ... Why, did he say something?
Gabriel doesn't waste any time as he picks Angelo up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. Gabriel delivers a chop across the chest before shooting Gerard across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into the arms of a Sleeper Hold by Gabriel!
Angelo makes a motion that it's over, and he holds his hands out in a camera framing gesture, shades of what he did to Braddock at Living A Legacy, "filming" Gabriel getting to his feet and motioning for him to get up. When he does, he goes to boot Gabriel in the gut and turn him around, hooking him for a stunner, but the incoming foot in caught and sadly, Angelo is turned around and discombobulated. When he completes the turn Gabriel is ready with a boot to the gut of his own, and he grabs in an arm wrench and a hook kick, taking Angelo down. Then, Gabriel decides to snatch in a deep sleeper hold on the fallen Angelo, grinding his forearm in back and forth as he takes Angelo to the mat. Gabriel cranks on the pressure of the sleeper as the referee is in position asking Angelo to surrender. Angelo waves off the official as Gabriel cranks on the Sleeper. Angelo starting to fade! Gerard drops to one knee as the referee once again asks him to surrender. Angelo refuses before falling to a seated position. Gabriel continues to crank on the Sleeper as the official once again asks Angelo to surrender, he doesn't get a response so he raises Angelo's right arm up in the air, he releases the arm and it falls to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is doing everything he can to grind Angelo down!
Ace Anderson: It's basic, it's kinda shifty and wonky, and it's effective. Ticks all the "Gabriel in a nutshell" boxes.
The referee raises the right up in the air a second time before releasing, it falls back to the mat a second time. The referee raises Angelo's arm up in the air for the third and final time, he releases and it begins to fall towards the mat before being shot right back up into the air garnering a loud ovation from the crowd! Gabriel's head whips back and forth as his prey is starting to, for lack of a better word, Hulk up beneath him, vibrating with effort, face turning read. The crowd reaction swings in his favor, chanting "ANGELO, ANGELO, ANGELO" as the Hollywood Hero fights his way from all fours to his knees, then one knee, then his feet. He laces in a rough elbow to the gut of Gabriel, then another, then another... Gabriel's grip loosens with each hit. Angelo takes a gasping lungful of air and tries to create separation for the two of them, but Gabriel floats in, trying to snatch on a front facelock. Before he can twist it into a cutter, Angelo shoves Gabriel off. Gabriel bounces off the ropes, and he meets Angelo, who still recovering ducks a Gabriel clothesline, letting Gabriel surge past him, run to the opposite ropes, and on the return Gabriel ducks under a superkick attempt from Angelo! Angelo turns in a circle and Gabriel dumps him out of the ring, turning to the crowd and laughing and proclaiming his purity of heart. However, Angelo held on to the middle rope and pulls himself back to his feet on the apron, and Gabriel turns, a moment of dumbfounded surprise on his face as he sees that devil still on the apron. He charges in, but is met right at the ropes with a roaring elbow strike that makes Gabriel do a few two dazed two-steps, then fall right on his back!
Jerry Andrews: What a damn hit!!
Ace Anderson: Modified Golden Statement!
Performing a slingshot into a senton across the ribs of his foe, Angelo takes a few moments to take in a few deep breaths, gathering his wind. Then he rolls back over, pinning Gabriel.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE - Kickout!
Angelo slaps the mat, yelling in frustration. He eventually reaches his feet where he picks Gabriel up off the mat before locking in a front face lock. He looks for a suplex but it's blocked by Gabriel and countered with a snap suplex of his own. Gabriel reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat before driving him back into a neutral corner with a running shoulder block. Gabriel follows up by driving a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection of Angelo before shooting him across the ring with an irish Whip. Gabriel charges across the ring full speed where he looks to deliver a spear, Angelo side steps Gabriel sending him crashing right shoulder first into the ring post to a huge pop from the crowd. Angelo pulls Gabriel back into the ring before spinning him around and dropping him with an armbar DDT! Angelo rolls Gabriel over making the cover!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE - Kickout!!
Angelo can't believe it. He yells "COME ON!" to the ref, and the crowd, which had been won over by his pluck earlier, now reacts a bit more negatively to his hotheadedness. Angelo grits his teeth, and works his way back to his feet where he stalks for a moment, then picks Gabriel up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. He shoots him across the ring with a whip, Gabriel bounces off the ropes, Angelo drops his head looking for a back body drop only for Gabriel to stop, grip the ducked head of Angelo, and then drop down for a front facelock cutter!! The crowd now erupts for Gabriel as he turns the tide.
Jerry Andrews: Massive counter by Gabriel, he nailed Believe! Gerard Angelo is down!!
Gabriel shouts for the slovenly, heathenous referee to attend him, and the ref drops down, counting the hooked leg.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE - Kickout!!
The crowd goes up, the people can't believe it. Gabriel can't believe it. The referee even looks like he can't believe it. Looking more like he can hold some belief is Gerard Angelo, who is slithering out of the ring to regain some composure, almost slinking out of there like a sentient puddle to gather again at the bottom of the apron. Gabriel follows, which proves to be a mistake, because with easy access to his legs, Angelo reaches under the ropes and pulls the big man’s feet out from under him. With surprising strength, Angelo drags him out of the ring and lets Gabriel fall to the padded arena floor. Immediately, he starts dropping the knees. He starts with a couple to the upper body and gradually works his way doing, driving knee and knee violently into Gabriel. Gerard Angelo’s made a living out of taking down those unsuspecting marks being opportunistically vicious. And no one’s ever accused Angelo of playing by the rules either, so it’s no surprise when he picks up Gabriel’s legs and delivers a stomping heel to the groin.
Jerry Andrews: That’s blatantly illegal!
Ace Anderson: That’s smart, Andrews. Keep the little weasel off his feet by any means necessary!
The referee, having somehow missed the stomp, just yells in frustration for the combatants to get back in the ring. Gabriel is outside, writhing in pain, as the referee starts his count, but, milking it for all he's worth, Angelo smiles broadly and rolls into the ring and raises his hand for the crowd that still likes him. At length, as the referee is getting to the over five portions of his count, Gabriel is up, glaring into the ring at Angelo, but taking his time to recover before getting back in. Gabriel grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself up onto the apron, when suddenly, he’s drilled in the chest by Angelo’s baseball slide, knocking him all the way back to the barricade. With Angelo outside of the ring again, the count starts fresh.
ONE...
TWO...
Angelo pulls Gabriel to his feet and leads him along the side of the ring to the announce table. He turns him around and then sets his large opponent up for a suplex - he even gets him part of the way up, but then Gabriel hooks his leg around the back of Angelo’s thigh, forcing him to abort the maneuver. As soon as Gabriel feet touch the floor, he immediately reverses and hoists Angelo up into a suplex of his own, dropping him across the ring steps!
FOUR...
FIVE...
Angelo spasms on the arena floor, cramped rod-straight from the pain shooting from his back through his entire body.
SIX...
SEVEN...
Gabriel rolls into the ring, but only long enough to break the count, and he’s immediately back outside again to inflict more damage. The announce table is still undamaged, right? Well, not for long. Gabriel pulls Angelo up, kicks him in the stomach to double him over, and in an instant, he has Angelo hoisted up for a powerbomb - but perhaps he is too eager to break Angelo’s back. He takes a few steps back to get some extra momentum, but when he goes forward, he’s abruptly halted when Angelo reaches out and grabs the ring ropes.
FOUR...
FIVE...
Gabriel tries to pull through and powerbomb him anyway, but in time, Angelo wiggles out and pulls himself onto the apron. When Gabriel turns around, Angelo leaps without warning into a sloppy make-shift springboard plancha off the ring apron! For almost a nanosecond Gabriel's reflexes are up to the task, He catches Angelo in mid-air ,but then he sways back and the two go plowing over the top of the announcers table, tumbling down together!!
Jerry Andrews: LOOK OUT!!!
Ace Anderson: Get the hell out of the way Andrews!!
Both men are laying there, stunned for several long seconds. The sight of both men's collision and flipping over the table was enough to shock the referee into holding up the count, but after a pregnant moment where neither man moves, he looks to the timekeepers and officials for guidance what to do... then continues the count!
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
Gabriel and Gerard Angelo separately crawl from around the announce table, woozy after the spirited battle between them and the spill over the table. They're barely even aware of where they are let alone the dire situation they're both in. The referee yells at both of them to come on. Angelo gets his wits first, pushing himself up on his feet and trying to sprint the distance across the aisle. Gabriel's eyes fly open wide and he bolts right towards the ring like a spooked horse. The referee is still counting.
NINE...
TEN!!
Angelo slides under the rope as Gabriel gets on the apron. The referee waves it off, motioning to the time keeper.
DING DING DING
Sasha Greene: As a result of neither man being able to make the count, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST AS A RESULT OF A DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!!
Jerry Andrews: ...We back on the air, partner?...
Ace Anderson: I think so, these two men put each other through hell tonight, they fought out of the ring and got right here, knocking each other over the announce table. But they didn't beat the count, so it ended inconclusively.
Jerry Andrews: The disappointment in both men's faces is palpable, they both saw this match as some much needed momentum.
Gabriel hops down from the apron and holds his head in his hands with a desperate, wild look, and Gerard Angelo is pitching a fit to the referee. He looks out at Gabriel, and points and shouts some choice words to him.
Jerry Andrews: The way this ended it can be sure it's not over between these two. They still need an answer, and a conclusive winner.
Ace Anderson: That's going to have to wait.
When PCW returns the ring is empty, the fans in attendance chant their undying support of various aspects of Pure Class. That's when the lights go out again. The chorus of screams echo through out the arena. Thunder rumbles and the illusion that rain was pouring down. The lights flicker on then off but back on...it was in fact raining down on everyone.
Jerry Andrews: "-ower back off? On again?"
Ace Anderson: "The fact it is raining doesn't trump the loss of power? But we are back folks, confused, but back."
Jerry Andrews: "Confused that ever since that big rare electrical storm after Living a Legacy we've had the oddest occurrences with power?"
Ace Anderson: "Ri-"
THUNDERBOOOMMMMSSSSSSSSSS! (I don't know the legit sound of Thunder! But it loud! Scary!)
The lights go out again but a blinding striking of lightning cracks the center of the ring. As everything slowly goes back to normal standing in the ring is a tan skinned masked man. He was tall dressed in black but everything was trimmed in gold, even his mask. It revealed nothing of his face. However he looked from one side of the arena and then the other, back, and then back. When he spoke it echoed.
Masked Man: "I have traveled very, very, very far to return to my birth world. During my absence I have amassed a large knowledge of the universe, mostly in combat. I am a warrior who has sought a even greater warrior than I, none I have met."
He takes a quick moment to flex.
Masked Man: "However, a large central energy resides in this very..."
He paused to wave a hand out indicating the ring while also searching for their term for battleground.
Masked Man: "Ring? Odd. It is a square and not a circle like it's name leads. A squared circle? Backdoor that?"
Now from the top of the ramp another masked person comes running out, this one a female much much smaller in frame than the masked man standing in the ring.
Masked Woman: "Noted! Oh goodness me I've found you!"
The masked woman was trying to jot everything down on a yellow legal pad, while running to the ring. Her mask was shaped like a butter flies wings, dark blonde hair spilled out the back and sides. She sports a pants suit. Her voice is whiney and she sighed climbing into the ring.
Masked Woman: "You are one hard man to keep up with Mist-"
She quickly puts on a big smile, taking notice of the crowd.
Masked Woman: "You could have told me there would be so many people."
She said this out the side of her mouth.
Masked Man: "I am sure I document-"
Masked Woman: "We wanna welcome the first Interstellar space traveling warrior, the Prince of Oxdur IV, the son of Diego Cortez human of Earth and QUEEN SUPREME OUR LADY ALURZA PUUUURRREEE! The Ambassodor of the Intergalactic Federation of Inner Planet Combat festivities......MISSSSSSSSTER PUUUURE!"
The towering masked man flexed with his finger pointing to the space. The crowd was stunned silent, confused.
Masked Woman: "I am the liaison for Mister Pure, Akira Vee!"
Akira gave a pose (something like that).
Mr. Pure: "Energy, the kind only created by combat, brought this planet to my attention. A single night of Legacy produced something so....so..."
He stumbled to find the words, mostly because he suddenly was excited with joy that racked his entire body. He was visibly shaking.
Mr. Pure: "Pure. Pure energy. I knew I HAD to test my mighhht!"
Sounds of thunder rumbled as his voice echoed in the vast silence of the crowd. It remained this way, silent, for a good solid two minutes.
Jerry Andrews: "Wh- who is this guy?"
Ace Anderson: "Some inner laced tracking crime spacelord?"
Jerry Andrews: "Egh."
Akira Vee: "A more insightful meaning to this statement is as follows: He is issuing a challenge to any man, woman, or entity to open combat! We expect a prompt answer to this challenge in two weeks time or we will find our OWN challenge."
Mr. Pure: "AND LET US TEST OUR.....INNNNNNER PUUUURE POOOOOOOOWER!"
In a puff of smoke Mister Pure is gone! Standing in his smoke trail of remains is a coughing Akria Vee, who cries that she has lost Mister Pure takes off backstage.
In a puff of smoke Mister Pure is gone! Standing in his smoke trail of remains is a coughing Akria Vee, who cries that she has lost Mister Pure takes off backstage.
Sasha Greene: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, she weighs in at 150 lbs... STACY JONES!!
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.
Jerry Andrews: The past few weeks everyone has been talking about this courageous young woman, who has overcome tremendous odds and heartbreak in her personal life, and has proven herself to be a dedicated fighter.
Ace Anderson: That's all well and good, Andrews, but at some point she needs to step up and pick up a signature win. She put up a good effort against Dominator, and then at Living A Legacy against the North American Champion... but she still fell short.
Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones has proven that she's all heart, and tough as nails. And tonight she's partnering with the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion. I think she has gotten her signature moment.
Sasha Greene: And her partner, weighing in at 218 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion.... KYLE SHANE!!!
The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. Kyle adjusts the hood of his Cayde-6 cloak and mask, peering out at the crowd. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge:
"And how could anyone
You are in my dreams
Half human, half machine
You with someone else that I have felt and seen
I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again"
Kyle removes the Cayde-6 mask, tilts his head back and lets the hood fall as he holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Game Changer, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his hood and stretches a few times to get ready.
Jerry Andrews: WHAT AN OVATION FOR THE WORLD CHAMPION!
Ace Anderson: A year and a half ago when this cocky kid walked through the doors, if you had asked me, I would have been on the fence about him like I saw the crowd. But his work ethic, and his commitment to putting on an effort that people can't match, has won me over.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane will be the first to tell you he's arrogant, but as Living A Legacy proved, he is in it to win, at all costs.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents, weighing in first, at 254 lbs, he is the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion...
"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.
Sasha Greene - The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!
Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the dark arena, mimicking the lightning flashes, and the chorus of his theme song helps set the mood as the lights finally brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.
Sasha Greene: And his partner, he weighs in at 225 lbs... TYLER SCOTT!!
There is a buzz as the crowd waits for the Transgressor's music to hit. And............ well, nothing happens. The arena stays lit, and no music plays over the PA. Kyle purses his lips as he leans against the ropes, nonplussed.
Jerry Andrews: Is Tyler Scott coming out here?!
Ace Anderson: You know, after what we saw earlier, I'm... not really that sure. I think he's a bit occupied with Seromine right now.
Jerry Andrews: Well that's a bit damned inconvenient for Justin Michaels, isn't it? He can't face these two competitors with no partner.
The referee waits with Kyle Shane and Stacy Jones in the ring, and they stand across the ring from Justin Michaels. Kyle is smirking and taunting Michaels, pointing at him and saying "It looks like nobody likes you!" while Stormm thunders across the ring and stares daggers at his obnoxious nemesis. Stacy Jones is asking Kyle what he wants them to do. The referee tells Stormm that he's only going to give it another few moments before they have to figure something else out. Kyle graciously and happily offers Stormm to fight them both himself, and Stormm grits his teeth, snarling at Kyle and shouting some choice words about being able to take both of them.
Jerry Andrews: If they agree to do this match, it will be Justin Michaels taking on Stacy and Shane together, in pretty much a handicap match!
Ace Anderson: Well, I know Stormm is confident about beating Stacy, and he has an axe to grind against Shane for, oh, all the times he's run his mouth. But is he seriously considering this?
Stormm claps his hands and motions for them to bring their little asses on. Shane chuckles, looking boldly over at Stacy with the kind of laugh like "Okay, this guy here..." but Stacy just looks focused. She tensely asks Kyle what he wants to do. Kyle bows to Stacy and motions for her to get in the ring first. Stacy circles the ring, staring at Stormm. The referee shrugs, and orders the bell rung.
Ace Anderson: Michaels is either brave or very, very determined to beat up two smaller people.
Tag Team Match (???) - Standard Rules
Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) & Stacy Jones vs Tyler Scott & Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©)
Referee: Manny Cruz
The bell is rung as Stacy and Stormm stand opposite sides from the other. quickly Stormm steps forward arms out stretched looking for a bear hug but Stacy easily ducks underneath and kicks the back of Michaels’s left knee causing the veteran wrestler to stumble for a second allowing Stacy to quickly run off the rope and lands a chop block to the same knee causing Stormm to fall to one. In total control Stacy begins kicking away at Michaels’s ribs each time she mocks Stormm by shouting his catchphrase, "CRASH!" Obviously this generates a pop from this capacity crowd.
Ace Anderson: I suppose imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Jerry Andrews: I'm not so sure how I can condone the idea of these two taking on just Stormm.
Ace Anderson: It's hard to tell when nobody's a saint and you kind of want to see one in every party get pasted right in the mug.
Stacy cracks a grin before she runs off the ropes but instead she is taken down to the canvas with a very ugly looking lariat from the bigger, much stronger Stormm, keeping Stacy on the canvas, Michaels slows the pace down with a few well-placed closed fists to her temple. Then with a handful of hair Stormm uses her as a cane to stand, applying even more pressure to her head Michaels begins to lift Stacy up and down by only her hair. Think of it as a dribbling basketball; except each time Stormm ignores the official as Stacy lets out anther painful scream before finally Michaels tosses her still by the hair back down to the canvas. Just as Michaels soaks in the heat from this crowd he opens his palm only to revel a fist full of Stacy’s own hair.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on. Handicap match or not, that is still despicable tactics.
Michaels continues his methodical movements, a few boots to the gut, a fist to the back of the head before he picks her back up only to deliver a spine shaking body slam. Stacy holds the small of her back as Stormm taunts her and the fans once again, drawing heat from this crowd... but it’s quickly replaced as Kyle Shane is shown trying to climb into the ring but Stormm is quick enough to again send him back to the ringside floor. A thumb to the eye, gives way to Michaels grabbing the back of Shane's and ramming him face first onto a steel ring post. Shane hits the cold, unforgiving arena floor but before Michaels gets the chance to celebrate, BAM, a spinning heel kick from a semi-recovered Stacy brings this crowd to their feet. While Michaels is left leaning against the ropes, now Stacy tries to pick up the pace as she connects yet again with a few more stinging chops to Michaels’s left knee before she unloads on Michaels with a few right hands before she grabs what’s left of Michaels’s hair as she send him into the ropes. She drops to the mat, letting Michaels leap over her as he bounces off the ropes again, only on the return time Stacy leaps up to deliver a jumping DDT, sending Stormm crashing to the canvas.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my! That impact spiked Stormm right into the mat!
Ace Anderson: Stacy isn't even needing a handicap, she wants to take care of business her damn self!
Stacy covers...
The referee: ONE...
Stormm kicks out before even a two-count, yet Stacy continues her fast paced assault as Michaels’s chest becomes a dance floor with all the times her heel hits the Force of Nature. Slowly getting Stormm back to a vertical base, where she backs him into a corner. This allows her to unload yet again with a few more stinging rights & lefts before she backs up a few feet, letting out a primal roar she looks for a corner drop kick but Michaels at the last possible moment ducks out of the way as Stacy connects chest first with the corner sending her to the canvas! With Stacy folded up like an accordion, Stormm takes his time getting back to his feet, although Michaels does stomp away on her back for a few moments. He taunts the smaller competitor arrogantly, before pointing at her corner, saying "Where's your boyfriend now?!" before Stacy finds herself over the shoulder of Stormm who drops her face first off the top turnbuckle with snake eyes. She stumbles directly into a clothesline which nearly rips her head off!
Jerry Andrews: And now we see some of the power that helped Stormm overcome Stacy at Living A Legacy. That was a hell of a hit.
The referee: ONE...
T- Kyle Shane runs into the ring and breaks it up.
Shane is on fire as he mounts a comeback, stomping Stormm in the back of the head and hitting a succession of mounted knee strikes to the back of his head. Stormm withers under the assault and Shane lights him up with stiff kicks to the chest. Stormm tries to cover up, and the referee backs Kyle off, but Shane keeps trying to push past the ref. The ref is explaining if they're doing this like a handicap match then he has to tag in, but Shane is in a very defiant mood and he pushes the referee aside. He lifts Stormm up and tags him with lightning quick European uppercuts, pummelling Stormm until a dazed Stormm is leaning one arm against the ropes, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. The referee interjects himself between Shane and Stormm, insisting Shane get out of the ring, and they argue for several moments. Finally, Shane, still feeling his aggressive oats, holds his hands up in supplication and walks to the corner, shouting for Stacy to get on him. Stacy comes in towards Stormm. They go back to stalking each other before shooting in for a lockup. There's some boos from the crowd as Stormm cranks on the head of Stacy. The referee asks Stacy to surrender, she refuses before driving several forearms to the ribs of Stormm before looking to counter with a side suplex, Stormm counters by flipping over Stacy where he lands on his feet. Stacy spins around where she walks into a thumb to the eye to louder boos from the crowd. Stormm hammers away with several right hands which backs Stacy up into the corner. Stormm then lays in to Stacy with squashing back elbows, pummelling her in the corner! Shane enters the ring where he's cut off by the referee. The crowd boos louder as Stormm begins hammering away with right hands to the midsection as the ref holds Shane back. Finally Shane exits the ring, Stormm pulls back before the referee spins back around. Stormm brings Stacy out to the center of the ring with a snapmare before delivering a stiff kick across the shoulder blades before forcing Stacy's shoulders to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Michaels now has total control over Stacy, if he keeps her from tagging Kyle, she could be in for a long night.
The referee: ONE...
T- Shane breaks it up again.
Shane holds up a middle finger for Stormm. Stormm snaps at him, and gets to his feet as Shane gets back in his corner, holding up his hands innocently to signify to the ref that, well, he's not doing it, it's Stormm. Stormm gets in Kyle's face, threatening to pull him in and snap him in half. Shane mocks Stormm some more, drawing his attention as Stacy is able to scramble madly between Stormms' legs. Stormm looks confused but then Stacy tags in Kyle, who comes over the ropes with an enziguri like head kick while Stormm is still focused on Stacy. Kyle then catches the staggering Stormm and takes him out of the corner with a springing bulldog. Shane runs to the ropes and hits a running shooting star on the prone Stormm. Shane gets to his feet, motioning for Stormm to get up, and when he does, Stormm eats an ultra high velocity Sling Blade from the World Champion. Shane yells "Get fucked, you vanilla piece of shit!" Kyle then points over to the corner, where Stacy has recovered, and he gets the crowd invested in her by teasing the tag for the exciting young girl, pointing to her over and over and pumping them up. Shane holds his hand out, and Stacy takes a tag in, waiting for Stormm to get up. She calls for a move, holding her hand up to the crowd, and as Stormm stumbles to his knees, Stacy destroys him with a shining wizard while Kyle celebrates! Stacy is just about to go for the pin, when...
"NOTORIOUS!"
"SO NOTORIOUS!"
Jerry Andrews: The music of Michaels and Matthews hits once again!
Ace Anderson: That can only mean that Justin Michael's running buddy is somewhere to be found... we knew this was going to happen when Matthews showed up again!
Jerry Andrews: Maybe that's why Stormm was okay with starting this as a two-on-one match, he knew Matthews would be back out here soon!
Shane looks around, confused, as does the referee, and Johnny Matthews comes out of the crowd, behind Kyle, who is still looking at the entrance ramp trying to spot an attack. Johnny Matthews catches Shane off guard, pulling him off the apron by his leg. Shane bangs off the apron on his way down. Matthews lays a series of boots to Shane, then he grips Shane by the hair, pulling him over to the guardrail and bouncing Shane's face off it. Shane groans, and leans across the guardrail, injured and taken off guard by this. Stacy is aware of Matthews location now, and she stands by the ropes, pointing and shouting at Matthews. Matthews, dusting his hands off and giving Shane a kick to the ribs, walks around to an enemy corner across the way and he starts climbing up. The referee is severely confused, not having seen where Matthews was coming from. He shouts at Matthews to get out of there. Matthews insists he's Stormm's partner. "He needs a partner for this match!"
Jerry Andrews: With Tyler Scott not coming out here, Johnny Matthews has inserted himself as an impromptu partner for Stormm.
Ace Anderson: The referee was already lenient enough letting all of this nonsense get this far, how much insanity until he snaps to his breaking point?
Jerry Andrews: Ironically, with him laying out Shane on the outside, I think the tide may have swung into a handicap match against poor Stacy Jones.
Stacy is on the outside of the ring, trying to wake Kyle Shane up, when Stormm and Matthews exchange a dark look. They both get out of the ring, coming around from different sides to start advancing on Stacy Jones. Stacy looks up, and a bleak look crosses her face as she sees Stormm on one side, and Matthews on the other side. Stacy gets to her feet, and then Matthews and Michaels grab her, irish whipping her into the steel steps with force. The steps dislodge with a loud bang. Matthews descends like a jackal, laying into Stacy with stomps and boots.
Jerry Andrews: Club V at work now!
In the meantime, Stormm has laid a weakened Kyle Shane against the ring apron, and he grips his arms around Kyle's midsection and aggressively runs him back first into the hard part of the apron. Kyle shouts explosively and falls limp. Stormm and Matthews continue picking their opponents apart with stomps. Matthews picks a lifeless Stacy Jones up and he puts her on his shoulder and just when he is about to run forward and smash Stacy face first into the steel guardrail, suddenly, "Losing My Religion" by Trivium hits on the PA and DOMINATOR comes charging out to the ring, making a beeline right... for... Johnny. Johnny has a slack jawed look of horror, and then he skips over the guardrail, leaving Stacy behind, as Dominator gives chase!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, it's Dominator! Dominator inadvertently saved Kyle and Stacy!
Ace Anderson: He is hot on the heels of the man who screwed him out of his biggest match at Living A Legacy, Dominator is after Matthews like a bat out of hell!
Jerry Andrews: This match has gone so far off the rails, Tyler is nowhere to be found, Stacy is laid out on the concrete, and Justin Michaels has dragged Kyle Shane back into the ring and has him completely at his mercy!!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but Stormm's unofficial partner is running for his life, so maybe... it's one on one now?! Is the ref just going with this?!
Jerry Andrews: We need a few minutes to work this out! We'll be right back!
As Trauma returns, Stacy Jones is nowhere to be seen and Stormm continues to work away on Kyle Shane in the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma. During the break, Stacy Jones was taken away from ringside by medical personnel, and Johnny Matthews and Dominator are - well, somewhere, but not at ringside right now - so this has turned into a one-on-one match!
Ace Anderson: World Champion versus North American Champion and, at the moment, Justin Michaels is firmly in control!
Stormm has no wasted motion as he reaches his feet where he picks Kyle up before driving him back into a set of buckles. Stormm knows Kyle's body is busted as he lays vicious shoulder blocks to the midsection of Shane. The referee lays the count to Stormm who lands his last shoulder block at the referee's four count. Kyle crumbles to the mat clutching his ribs causing the referee to come forward asking Shane to surrender. Kyle refuses as he attempts to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. Stormm comes forward spinning Shane around where he hammers Kyle with a hard right hand before sending Shane across the ring with an irish Whip, Kyle bounces off the ropes where he eats a clothesline from Stormm that sends Shane bouncing off the mat! Once again Stormm scurries into the cover.
The referee: ONE...
TWO...
Kyle escapes the near fall. Stormm quickly reaches his feet where he begins stomping away at Shane's ribs.
Ace Anderson: You can't fault Stormm for taking advantage here. Kyle was all giggles when it was Stacy and him taking on two against one. Nobody is forcing Kyle to compete now after the beating they took.
Jerry Andrews: I think you underestimate his stubborn pride.
Stormm reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat. He hammers Shane with another right hand before taking him back into a set of buckles. Stormm shoots Kyle across the ring and into the opposite buckles before charging in after Shane where it's Kyle who lands a reverse elbow to the jaw of Stormm that staggers Stormm out towards the center of the ring. Stormm charges forward once more only this time Shane delivers a drop toe hold sending Stormm face first into the middle turnbuckle! Kyle quickly rolls Stormm up with a school boy!
Jerry Andrews: Shane almost pulled it out, some way!
Ace Anderson: Stormm would be kicking himself if he lost to Shane after all the chaos of this main event.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Kickout.
Stormm kicks out once more and once again is back to his feet beating Kyle to upright position. Stormm takes Shane by the head as he reaches his knees where he pulls him up to a vertical base before driving a boot to the midsection, Stormm bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a swinging neck breaker! Shane throws his head up at the last minute which sends Stormm crashing into the mat. Stormm sits up off the mat only to eat a snap shot Pele kick! There's a pop from the crowd as Stormm is sent back to the mat. Kyle doesn't hesitate in running towards the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope with a leg drop across the throat of Stormm to a pop from the crowd, yet Shane lands on the mat hard and clutches at his ribs. Several seconds elapse before Shane can manage to make the cover.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Stormm kicks out.
Jerry Andrews: One has to wonder if Kyle was able to get to the cover would he have put Stormm away.
Kyle starts working his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Stormm up off the mat. Shane rocks Stormm with a right hand which sends Stormm back into the ropes. Kyle comes forward where he's met with a stiff kick to the midsection! Stormm come off the ropes where he delivers a gut buster to Shane! Kyle screams out in pain as he clutches his chest and ribs. Stormm quickly forces Kyle shoulders to the mat. The crowd is coming unglued, both willing their World Champion back into the contest and also excited by the pin.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
TH- Kickout!
Shane escapes to a mixed pop from the crowd.
Ace Anderson: One has to wonder just how much more his body is going to be able to take.
Stormm reaches his feet where he picks Shane up before taking him over with a snap mare take over. Stormm bounces off the ropes before delivering a low dropkick to the back of Shane! Kyle grits his teeth and yells. Stormm quickly snatches a rear chin lock as Miyoko pounds on the mat with both hands in attempt to rally Shane. The referee is in position asking Shane to surrender. Kyle shakes off the official as Stormm cranks back on the chin lock all but forcing Shane to expend more energy to work his way to his feet where he turns into the chin lock looking to deliver a side suplex which Stormm counters in mid air with a cross body block sending both men to the mat with Stormm landing on top of Shane!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, Stormm flattened Shane there!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THR- Kickout!
Shane kicks out once more, and again Stormm beats Kyle to his feet where he hammers Shane with a right hand to the jaw sending Kyle back into a neutral corner. Stormm closes in where he laces Shane across his bruised chest with a vicious knife edge chop before looking to fire Shane across the ring, Kyle manages to a reversal and it's Stormm who's sent into the opposite side of the ring. Kyle charges across the ring delivering a running knee to the jaw of Stormm which is followed up with a desperation bulldog headlock which drives Stormm face first into the mat. Kyle pushes himself up to a vertical base, pain etched across his face. Shane reaches down picking Stormm up off the mat. Kyle hammers Michaels with a right hand that rocks Michaels back into the ropes. Shane comes forward where he's able to send Stormm across the ring, Stormm bounces off the ropes and into a pop up lift and then Shane BLASTS the bigger man with a stone kick to the chest. Stormm falls back like a gun shot. Shane falls back on spaghetti legs, only having the ropes to prop him up.
Jerry Andrews: Light Arrow! The Light Arrow right to the heart!!
After a few precious seconds pass, Shane scrambles down into a cover.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Kyle slaps on a rear chinlock. The referee checks Stormm, he refuses to surrender as Kyle applies more pressure to the Sleeper. From out of nowhere Stormm counters with a jaw breaker! Michaels is back to his feet where he rakes Shane across the eyes before shooting Shane across the ring and into the ropes, Kyle bounces off the ropes and into a spinebuster! Michaels makes the cover hooking the near leg!
The referee: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Once again Kyle throws a shoulder up off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd. Stormm stands back up to a vertical base before reaching down picking Shane up before hurling him out to the floor through the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: What's Stormm thinking about doing to Shane next?
Ace Anderson: Taking him out of here on a gurney next to Stacy?
The referee admonishes Stormm, yet Stormm steps out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor. Stormm reaches down picking Kyle up off the floor before scooping him up over his shoulder. Stormm points towards a ring post! Stormm charges towards the post! Shane manages to slide down the back of Stormm while shoving him forward into the ring post right shoulder first! Kyle spins Stormm around before delivering an armbar DDT on the floor!
Jerry Andrews: That might have been a crucial mistake from Justin Michaels!
Kyle starts willing his self back up to his feet with the assistance of the ring apron. Shane reaches down picking Stormm up by the hair before rolling him back into the ring. Shane slides in after Stormm where he once again reaches his feet before reaching down and picking Stormm up off the mat. Kyle forces Stormm's right arm behind his back before sending Stormm through the top and middle turnbuckle and shoulder first into the ring post. Kyle's pinpointing that right arm, clearly setting up for the Exodus Black. Kyle pulls Stormm back out into the ring where Kyle sends Stormm to the mat with a snap mare takeover before flipping over Stormm while snapping his neck forward. Kyle makes the cover on Stormm hooking the near leg.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: What little offense Shane's managed to get in has been extremely effective.
Ace Anderson: But there's only so much anyone can take, Stormm has been waiting for this contest just like Kyle has and as we've seen in the past with Stormm it's like the longer the match goes the better he becomes.
Kyle works his way back to his feet where he picks Stormm up by the hair. Shane twists the right arm of Stormm. Shane lands a clubbing blow to the twisted arm and shoulder. Shane takes Stormm back into the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Stormm bounces off the ropes, Shane drops his head looking for a back body drop only to be on the receiving end of a lifting reverse STO. Stormm rolls Shane over making the cover hooking the near leg!
Jerry Andrews: FLASH FLOOD!
Ace Anderson: This might be enough to put his head under water until the bubbles stop.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE -
Kickout!
Shane escapes to a gasp from the crowd, and a temper tantrum from Stormm. He shouts "WHAT?" and he grabs the referee by the arm, yelling at him. The referee tells him that his quarry kicked out. Stormm gets to his feet, slapping his hand several times. He snarls at the ref, getting outraged and threatening him. The referee cowers before the bigger Stormm. Finally, Stormm turns back to Shane, but Shane brings the outreached hand in and snatches it, yanking Stormm to the mat. Before Stormm can even comprehend what happened, Stormm is wrapped up in a chickenwing over the shoulder crossface. Shane yells with effort, veins sticking out on his neck as he pulls the hold. Stormm's eyes bug out at being caught in the unexpected submission.
Jerry Andrews: Old World Blues!! Shane has it locked in tight!
Ace Anderson: He trapped Stormm right in it, after everything that happened tonight, Shane might finally put Stormm away!!
Shane keeps the crossface pulled in tight. Stormm's free hand is wavering over the mat, shaking his finger no but all he can do is groan in agony as his neck and other arm are pulled very painfully. Shane yells for him to tap. For a second, it looks like Stormm is getting very close to giving up.
Jerry Andrews: Wait a damn minute!!
Except for the fact that Johnny Matthews, with no chasing Dominator in sight, has come intervening back in, hopping on the apron and trying his hardest to make a scene and get in the ring. The referee comes in to stop Matthews from getting into the ring, because he was never officially part of the match. Shane feels Stormm giving up and going limp in his grip but he also senses the lack of attention from the ref, and at length he releases the bonds of the hold. At that moment, Dominator comes roaring back into sight at top speed. The giant comes out of the crowd, parting them like the sea. Johnny Matthews drops off the apron and runs around the side of the ring, with Dominator still giving chase.
Jerry Andrews: Things have broken down on the outside yet again, Dominator and Matthews are still running wild!
Ace Anderson: Chaos. Pure chaos.
The ref is distracted by the attempted murder of Matthews by the Underground champion and Shane, annoyed, stands by the ref, jabbing him and yelling for him to pay attention. Kyle sneers and turns his attention back but in the confusion Stormm has come from behind him with a low blow, which he then scoops into a school boy rollup as Shane doubles over, his jaw slack from the hit to the jewels.
Jerry Andrews: Awww, come on!!!
Ace Anderson: Shane had too much going on, with Dominator and Johnny running out there, he lost sight of Stormm.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
Jerry Andrews: After all this, it can't end this way.
TWO...
Ace Anderson: But it has!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Justin Michaels: BY HIMSELF!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, come off it. Yeah, Michaels pinned the World Champion, but he got a big assist tonight from the storm of chaos that came with his Notorious partner.
Ace Anderson: A win is a win is a win. You just know this is something Michaels is going to hold over us.
"Notorious" plays on the PA as Michaels holds his arms up, celebrating. He exits the ring, and then he spots Dominator, who has Johnny Matthews cornered by the guardrail and is advancing on him. Johnny stares down at Dominator, when suddenly Stormm clubs him from behind. He begins laying clubs and stomps to the big man. After a second, Matthews joins in, and the two Notorious members are laying a beatdown on Dominator.
Jerry Andrews: And now Notorious are teeing off on Dominator!!
Ace Anderson: Dominator isn't stupid, he had to know this was coming. These two are inseparable and together they can cause some real damage. We saw that tonight.
Kyle Shane, over a house mic: HEY!!
Kyle Shane is standing up in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily, and holding his injured groin. His face is red and he has a vastly annoyed expression on his face.
Kyle Shane: HEY, CHICKENSHIT! YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU, STORMM! I KNOW THAT IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS YOU'RE GOING TO BE TALKING UP YOUR BIG VICTORY HERE TONIGHT, AND YOU SHOULD BE! YOU PROVED A HUGE POINT HERE TONIGHT BY BEATING ME. YOU PROVED THAT YOU AIN'T SHIT WITHOUT YOUR SIAMESE TWIN SUTURED UP YOUR ANUS. YOU PROVED THAT YOU CAN'T GET THE JOB DONE YOURSELF. YOU PROVED WITHOUT A DOUBT THAT I'M AS GOOD AS I SAY I AM, BECAUSE THE LIST OF PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEATEN ME WITHOUT BULLSHIT IS NARROWER THAN YOUR TEENY TINY ITTY BITTY LITTLE SCROTE.
Stormm and Matthews have stopped hitting Dominator, and exchange a disgusted, angry look at each other, then sneer at Kyle, standing in the ring.
Kyle Shane: BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU TIME TO CELEBRATE A VICTORY YOU COULD ONLY GET VIA TEN THOUSAND OUTSIDE VARIABLES. I'M GONNA FIX THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW.
Kyle gets a running start and does a plancha through the ropes, coming through the middle and top rope like a wrecking ball, smashing into Stormm, Dominator, and Matthews, taking all four of them down!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god!!
Ace Anderson: Things have broken down even more!
The tangle of men all get up, and start wildly throwing punches at each other, Dominator and Matthews, Michaels and Shane. A squad of referees start emptying out the back, as the timekeeper rings the bell again and again and again. The wild brawl continues, even as the officials are trying to break it up.
And then... at the top of the ramp and heading down towards the ring.....
Grimm.
Ace Anderson: I suppose imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Jerry Andrews: I'm not so sure how I can condone the idea of these two taking on just Stormm.
Ace Anderson: It's hard to tell when nobody's a saint and you kind of want to see one in every party get pasted right in the mug.
Stacy cracks a grin before she runs off the ropes but instead she is taken down to the canvas with a very ugly looking lariat from the bigger, much stronger Stormm, keeping Stacy on the canvas, Michaels slows the pace down with a few well-placed closed fists to her temple. Then with a handful of hair Stormm uses her as a cane to stand, applying even more pressure to her head Michaels begins to lift Stacy up and down by only her hair. Think of it as a dribbling basketball; except each time Stormm ignores the official as Stacy lets out anther painful scream before finally Michaels tosses her still by the hair back down to the canvas. Just as Michaels soaks in the heat from this crowd he opens his palm only to revel a fist full of Stacy’s own hair.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on. Handicap match or not, that is still despicable tactics.
Michaels continues his methodical movements, a few boots to the gut, a fist to the back of the head before he picks her back up only to deliver a spine shaking body slam. Stacy holds the small of her back as Stormm taunts her and the fans once again, drawing heat from this crowd... but it’s quickly replaced as Kyle Shane is shown trying to climb into the ring but Stormm is quick enough to again send him back to the ringside floor. A thumb to the eye, gives way to Michaels grabbing the back of Shane's and ramming him face first onto a steel ring post. Shane hits the cold, unforgiving arena floor but before Michaels gets the chance to celebrate, BAM, a spinning heel kick from a semi-recovered Stacy brings this crowd to their feet. While Michaels is left leaning against the ropes, now Stacy tries to pick up the pace as she connects yet again with a few more stinging chops to Michaels’s left knee before she unloads on Michaels with a few right hands before she grabs what’s left of Michaels’s hair as she send him into the ropes. She drops to the mat, letting Michaels leap over her as he bounces off the ropes again, only on the return time Stacy leaps up to deliver a jumping DDT, sending Stormm crashing to the canvas.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my! That impact spiked Stormm right into the mat!
Ace Anderson: Stacy isn't even needing a handicap, she wants to take care of business her damn self!
Stacy covers...
The referee: ONE...
Stormm kicks out before even a two-count, yet Stacy continues her fast paced assault as Michaels’s chest becomes a dance floor with all the times her heel hits the Force of Nature. Slowly getting Stormm back to a vertical base, where she backs him into a corner. This allows her to unload yet again with a few more stinging rights & lefts before she backs up a few feet, letting out a primal roar she looks for a corner drop kick but Michaels at the last possible moment ducks out of the way as Stacy connects chest first with the corner sending her to the canvas! With Stacy folded up like an accordion, Stormm takes his time getting back to his feet, although Michaels does stomp away on her back for a few moments. He taunts the smaller competitor arrogantly, before pointing at her corner, saying "Where's your boyfriend now?!" before Stacy finds herself over the shoulder of Stormm who drops her face first off the top turnbuckle with snake eyes. She stumbles directly into a clothesline which nearly rips her head off!
Jerry Andrews: And now we see some of the power that helped Stormm overcome Stacy at Living A Legacy. That was a hell of a hit.
The referee: ONE...
T- Kyle Shane runs into the ring and breaks it up.
Shane is on fire as he mounts a comeback, stomping Stormm in the back of the head and hitting a succession of mounted knee strikes to the back of his head. Stormm withers under the assault and Shane lights him up with stiff kicks to the chest. Stormm tries to cover up, and the referee backs Kyle off, but Shane keeps trying to push past the ref. The ref is explaining if they're doing this like a handicap match then he has to tag in, but Shane is in a very defiant mood and he pushes the referee aside. He lifts Stormm up and tags him with lightning quick European uppercuts, pummelling Stormm until a dazed Stormm is leaning one arm against the ropes, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. The referee interjects himself between Shane and Stormm, insisting Shane get out of the ring, and they argue for several moments. Finally, Shane, still feeling his aggressive oats, holds his hands up in supplication and walks to the corner, shouting for Stacy to get on him. Stacy comes in towards Stormm. They go back to stalking each other before shooting in for a lockup. There's some boos from the crowd as Stormm cranks on the head of Stacy. The referee asks Stacy to surrender, she refuses before driving several forearms to the ribs of Stormm before looking to counter with a side suplex, Stormm counters by flipping over Stacy where he lands on his feet. Stacy spins around where she walks into a thumb to the eye to louder boos from the crowd. Stormm hammers away with several right hands which backs Stacy up into the corner. Stormm then lays in to Stacy with squashing back elbows, pummelling her in the corner! Shane enters the ring where he's cut off by the referee. The crowd boos louder as Stormm begins hammering away with right hands to the midsection as the ref holds Shane back. Finally Shane exits the ring, Stormm pulls back before the referee spins back around. Stormm brings Stacy out to the center of the ring with a snapmare before delivering a stiff kick across the shoulder blades before forcing Stacy's shoulders to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Michaels now has total control over Stacy, if he keeps her from tagging Kyle, she could be in for a long night.
The referee: ONE...
T- Shane breaks it up again.
Shane holds up a middle finger for Stormm. Stormm snaps at him, and gets to his feet as Shane gets back in his corner, holding up his hands innocently to signify to the ref that, well, he's not doing it, it's Stormm. Stormm gets in Kyle's face, threatening to pull him in and snap him in half. Shane mocks Stormm some more, drawing his attention as Stacy is able to scramble madly between Stormms' legs. Stormm looks confused but then Stacy tags in Kyle, who comes over the ropes with an enziguri like head kick while Stormm is still focused on Stacy. Kyle then catches the staggering Stormm and takes him out of the corner with a springing bulldog. Shane runs to the ropes and hits a running shooting star on the prone Stormm. Shane gets to his feet, motioning for Stormm to get up, and when he does, Stormm eats an ultra high velocity Sling Blade from the World Champion. Shane yells "Get fucked, you vanilla piece of shit!" Kyle then points over to the corner, where Stacy has recovered, and he gets the crowd invested in her by teasing the tag for the exciting young girl, pointing to her over and over and pumping them up. Shane holds his hand out, and Stacy takes a tag in, waiting for Stormm to get up. She calls for a move, holding her hand up to the crowd, and as Stormm stumbles to his knees, Stacy destroys him with a shining wizard while Kyle celebrates! Stacy is just about to go for the pin, when...
"NOTORIOUS!"
"SO NOTORIOUS!"
Jerry Andrews: The music of Michaels and Matthews hits once again!
Ace Anderson: That can only mean that Justin Michael's running buddy is somewhere to be found... we knew this was going to happen when Matthews showed up again!
Jerry Andrews: Maybe that's why Stormm was okay with starting this as a two-on-one match, he knew Matthews would be back out here soon!
Shane looks around, confused, as does the referee, and Johnny Matthews comes out of the crowd, behind Kyle, who is still looking at the entrance ramp trying to spot an attack. Johnny Matthews catches Shane off guard, pulling him off the apron by his leg. Shane bangs off the apron on his way down. Matthews lays a series of boots to Shane, then he grips Shane by the hair, pulling him over to the guardrail and bouncing Shane's face off it. Shane groans, and leans across the guardrail, injured and taken off guard by this. Stacy is aware of Matthews location now, and she stands by the ropes, pointing and shouting at Matthews. Matthews, dusting his hands off and giving Shane a kick to the ribs, walks around to an enemy corner across the way and he starts climbing up. The referee is severely confused, not having seen where Matthews was coming from. He shouts at Matthews to get out of there. Matthews insists he's Stormm's partner. "He needs a partner for this match!"
Jerry Andrews: With Tyler Scott not coming out here, Johnny Matthews has inserted himself as an impromptu partner for Stormm.
Ace Anderson: The referee was already lenient enough letting all of this nonsense get this far, how much insanity until he snaps to his breaking point?
Jerry Andrews: Ironically, with him laying out Shane on the outside, I think the tide may have swung into a handicap match against poor Stacy Jones.
Stacy is on the outside of the ring, trying to wake Kyle Shane up, when Stormm and Matthews exchange a dark look. They both get out of the ring, coming around from different sides to start advancing on Stacy Jones. Stacy looks up, and a bleak look crosses her face as she sees Stormm on one side, and Matthews on the other side. Stacy gets to her feet, and then Matthews and Michaels grab her, irish whipping her into the steel steps with force. The steps dislodge with a loud bang. Matthews descends like a jackal, laying into Stacy with stomps and boots.
Jerry Andrews: Club V at work now!
In the meantime, Stormm has laid a weakened Kyle Shane against the ring apron, and he grips his arms around Kyle's midsection and aggressively runs him back first into the hard part of the apron. Kyle shouts explosively and falls limp. Stormm and Matthews continue picking their opponents apart with stomps. Matthews picks a lifeless Stacy Jones up and he puts her on his shoulder and just when he is about to run forward and smash Stacy face first into the steel guardrail, suddenly, "Losing My Religion" by Trivium hits on the PA and DOMINATOR comes charging out to the ring, making a beeline right... for... Johnny. Johnny has a slack jawed look of horror, and then he skips over the guardrail, leaving Stacy behind, as Dominator gives chase!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, it's Dominator! Dominator inadvertently saved Kyle and Stacy!
Ace Anderson: He is hot on the heels of the man who screwed him out of his biggest match at Living A Legacy, Dominator is after Matthews like a bat out of hell!
Jerry Andrews: This match has gone so far off the rails, Tyler is nowhere to be found, Stacy is laid out on the concrete, and Justin Michaels has dragged Kyle Shane back into the ring and has him completely at his mercy!!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but Stormm's unofficial partner is running for his life, so maybe... it's one on one now?! Is the ref just going with this?!
Jerry Andrews: We need a few minutes to work this out! We'll be right back!
As Trauma returns, Stacy Jones is nowhere to be seen and Stormm continues to work away on Kyle Shane in the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma. During the break, Stacy Jones was taken away from ringside by medical personnel, and Johnny Matthews and Dominator are - well, somewhere, but not at ringside right now - so this has turned into a one-on-one match!
Ace Anderson: World Champion versus North American Champion and, at the moment, Justin Michaels is firmly in control!
Stormm has no wasted motion as he reaches his feet where he picks Kyle up before driving him back into a set of buckles. Stormm knows Kyle's body is busted as he lays vicious shoulder blocks to the midsection of Shane. The referee lays the count to Stormm who lands his last shoulder block at the referee's four count. Kyle crumbles to the mat clutching his ribs causing the referee to come forward asking Shane to surrender. Kyle refuses as he attempts to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. Stormm comes forward spinning Shane around where he hammers Kyle with a hard right hand before sending Shane across the ring with an irish Whip, Kyle bounces off the ropes where he eats a clothesline from Stormm that sends Shane bouncing off the mat! Once again Stormm scurries into the cover.
The referee: ONE...
TWO...
Kyle escapes the near fall. Stormm quickly reaches his feet where he begins stomping away at Shane's ribs.
Ace Anderson: You can't fault Stormm for taking advantage here. Kyle was all giggles when it was Stacy and him taking on two against one. Nobody is forcing Kyle to compete now after the beating they took.
Jerry Andrews: I think you underestimate his stubborn pride.
Stormm reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat. He hammers Shane with another right hand before taking him back into a set of buckles. Stormm shoots Kyle across the ring and into the opposite buckles before charging in after Shane where it's Kyle who lands a reverse elbow to the jaw of Stormm that staggers Stormm out towards the center of the ring. Stormm charges forward once more only this time Shane delivers a drop toe hold sending Stormm face first into the middle turnbuckle! Kyle quickly rolls Stormm up with a school boy!
Jerry Andrews: Shane almost pulled it out, some way!
Ace Anderson: Stormm would be kicking himself if he lost to Shane after all the chaos of this main event.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Kickout.
Stormm kicks out once more and once again is back to his feet beating Kyle to upright position. Stormm takes Shane by the head as he reaches his knees where he pulls him up to a vertical base before driving a boot to the midsection, Stormm bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a swinging neck breaker! Shane throws his head up at the last minute which sends Stormm crashing into the mat. Stormm sits up off the mat only to eat a snap shot Pele kick! There's a pop from the crowd as Stormm is sent back to the mat. Kyle doesn't hesitate in running towards the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope with a leg drop across the throat of Stormm to a pop from the crowd, yet Shane lands on the mat hard and clutches at his ribs. Several seconds elapse before Shane can manage to make the cover.
The referee: ONE...
TWO... Stormm kicks out.
Jerry Andrews: One has to wonder if Kyle was able to get to the cover would he have put Stormm away.
Kyle starts working his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Stormm up off the mat. Shane rocks Stormm with a right hand which sends Stormm back into the ropes. Kyle comes forward where he's met with a stiff kick to the midsection! Stormm come off the ropes where he delivers a gut buster to Shane! Kyle screams out in pain as he clutches his chest and ribs. Stormm quickly forces Kyle shoulders to the mat. The crowd is coming unglued, both willing their World Champion back into the contest and also excited by the pin.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
TH- Kickout!
Shane escapes to a mixed pop from the crowd.
Ace Anderson: One has to wonder just how much more his body is going to be able to take.
Stormm reaches his feet where he picks Shane up before taking him over with a snap mare take over. Stormm bounces off the ropes before delivering a low dropkick to the back of Shane! Kyle grits his teeth and yells. Stormm quickly snatches a rear chin lock as Miyoko pounds on the mat with both hands in attempt to rally Shane. The referee is in position asking Shane to surrender. Kyle shakes off the official as Stormm cranks back on the chin lock all but forcing Shane to expend more energy to work his way to his feet where he turns into the chin lock looking to deliver a side suplex which Stormm counters in mid air with a cross body block sending both men to the mat with Stormm landing on top of Shane!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, Stormm flattened Shane there!
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THR- Kickout!
Shane kicks out once more, and again Stormm beats Kyle to his feet where he hammers Shane with a right hand to the jaw sending Kyle back into a neutral corner. Stormm closes in where he laces Shane across his bruised chest with a vicious knife edge chop before looking to fire Shane across the ring, Kyle manages to a reversal and it's Stormm who's sent into the opposite side of the ring. Kyle charges across the ring delivering a running knee to the jaw of Stormm which is followed up with a desperation bulldog headlock which drives Stormm face first into the mat. Kyle pushes himself up to a vertical base, pain etched across his face. Shane reaches down picking Stormm up off the mat. Kyle hammers Michaels with a right hand that rocks Michaels back into the ropes. Shane comes forward where he's able to send Stormm across the ring, Stormm bounces off the ropes and into a pop up lift and then Shane BLASTS the bigger man with a stone kick to the chest. Stormm falls back like a gun shot. Shane falls back on spaghetti legs, only having the ropes to prop him up.
Jerry Andrews: Light Arrow! The Light Arrow right to the heart!!
After a few precious seconds pass, Shane scrambles down into a cover.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Kyle slaps on a rear chinlock. The referee checks Stormm, he refuses to surrender as Kyle applies more pressure to the Sleeper. From out of nowhere Stormm counters with a jaw breaker! Michaels is back to his feet where he rakes Shane across the eyes before shooting Shane across the ring and into the ropes, Kyle bounces off the ropes and into a spinebuster! Michaels makes the cover hooking the near leg!
The referee: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Once again Kyle throws a shoulder up off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd. Stormm stands back up to a vertical base before reaching down picking Shane up before hurling him out to the floor through the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: What's Stormm thinking about doing to Shane next?
Ace Anderson: Taking him out of here on a gurney next to Stacy?
The referee admonishes Stormm, yet Stormm steps out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor. Stormm reaches down picking Kyle up off the floor before scooping him up over his shoulder. Stormm points towards a ring post! Stormm charges towards the post! Shane manages to slide down the back of Stormm while shoving him forward into the ring post right shoulder first! Kyle spins Stormm around before delivering an armbar DDT on the floor!
Jerry Andrews: That might have been a crucial mistake from Justin Michaels!
Kyle starts willing his self back up to his feet with the assistance of the ring apron. Shane reaches down picking Stormm up by the hair before rolling him back into the ring. Shane slides in after Stormm where he once again reaches his feet before reaching down and picking Stormm up off the mat. Kyle forces Stormm's right arm behind his back before sending Stormm through the top and middle turnbuckle and shoulder first into the ring post. Kyle's pinpointing that right arm, clearly setting up for the Exodus Black. Kyle pulls Stormm back out into the ring where Kyle sends Stormm to the mat with a snap mare takeover before flipping over Stormm while snapping his neck forward. Kyle makes the cover on Stormm hooking the near leg.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THRE- Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: What little offense Shane's managed to get in has been extremely effective.
Ace Anderson: But there's only so much anyone can take, Stormm has been waiting for this contest just like Kyle has and as we've seen in the past with Stormm it's like the longer the match goes the better he becomes.
Kyle works his way back to his feet where he picks Stormm up by the hair. Shane twists the right arm of Stormm. Shane lands a clubbing blow to the twisted arm and shoulder. Shane takes Stormm back into the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Stormm bounces off the ropes, Shane drops his head looking for a back body drop only to be on the receiving end of a lifting reverse STO. Stormm rolls Shane over making the cover hooking the near leg!
Jerry Andrews: FLASH FLOOD!
Ace Anderson: This might be enough to put his head under water until the bubbles stop.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO...
THREE -
Kickout!
Shane escapes to a gasp from the crowd, and a temper tantrum from Stormm. He shouts "WHAT?" and he grabs the referee by the arm, yelling at him. The referee tells him that his quarry kicked out. Stormm gets to his feet, slapping his hand several times. He snarls at the ref, getting outraged and threatening him. The referee cowers before the bigger Stormm. Finally, Stormm turns back to Shane, but Shane brings the outreached hand in and snatches it, yanking Stormm to the mat. Before Stormm can even comprehend what happened, Stormm is wrapped up in a chickenwing over the shoulder crossface. Shane yells with effort, veins sticking out on his neck as he pulls the hold. Stormm's eyes bug out at being caught in the unexpected submission.
Jerry Andrews: Old World Blues!! Shane has it locked in tight!
Ace Anderson: He trapped Stormm right in it, after everything that happened tonight, Shane might finally put Stormm away!!
Shane keeps the crossface pulled in tight. Stormm's free hand is wavering over the mat, shaking his finger no but all he can do is groan in agony as his neck and other arm are pulled very painfully. Shane yells for him to tap. For a second, it looks like Stormm is getting very close to giving up.
Jerry Andrews: Wait a damn minute!!
Except for the fact that Johnny Matthews, with no chasing Dominator in sight, has come intervening back in, hopping on the apron and trying his hardest to make a scene and get in the ring. The referee comes in to stop Matthews from getting into the ring, because he was never officially part of the match. Shane feels Stormm giving up and going limp in his grip but he also senses the lack of attention from the ref, and at length he releases the bonds of the hold. At that moment, Dominator comes roaring back into sight at top speed. The giant comes out of the crowd, parting them like the sea. Johnny Matthews drops off the apron and runs around the side of the ring, with Dominator still giving chase.
Jerry Andrews: Things have broken down on the outside yet again, Dominator and Matthews are still running wild!
Ace Anderson: Chaos. Pure chaos.
The ref is distracted by the attempted murder of Matthews by the Underground champion and Shane, annoyed, stands by the ref, jabbing him and yelling for him to pay attention. Kyle sneers and turns his attention back but in the confusion Stormm has come from behind him with a low blow, which he then scoops into a school boy rollup as Shane doubles over, his jaw slack from the hit to the jewels.
Jerry Andrews: Awww, come on!!!
Ace Anderson: Shane had too much going on, with Dominator and Johnny running out there, he lost sight of Stormm.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
Jerry Andrews: After all this, it can't end this way.
TWO...
Ace Anderson: But it has!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS...
Justin Michaels: BY HIMSELF!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, come off it. Yeah, Michaels pinned the World Champion, but he got a big assist tonight from the storm of chaos that came with his Notorious partner.
Ace Anderson: A win is a win is a win. You just know this is something Michaels is going to hold over us.
"Notorious" plays on the PA as Michaels holds his arms up, celebrating. He exits the ring, and then he spots Dominator, who has Johnny Matthews cornered by the guardrail and is advancing on him. Johnny stares down at Dominator, when suddenly Stormm clubs him from behind. He begins laying clubs and stomps to the big man. After a second, Matthews joins in, and the two Notorious members are laying a beatdown on Dominator.
Jerry Andrews: And now Notorious are teeing off on Dominator!!
Ace Anderson: Dominator isn't stupid, he had to know this was coming. These two are inseparable and together they can cause some real damage. We saw that tonight.
Kyle Shane, over a house mic: HEY!!
Kyle Shane is standing up in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily, and holding his injured groin. His face is red and he has a vastly annoyed expression on his face.
Kyle Shane: HEY, CHICKENSHIT! YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU, STORMM! I KNOW THAT IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS YOU'RE GOING TO BE TALKING UP YOUR BIG VICTORY HERE TONIGHT, AND YOU SHOULD BE! YOU PROVED A HUGE POINT HERE TONIGHT BY BEATING ME. YOU PROVED THAT YOU AIN'T SHIT WITHOUT YOUR SIAMESE TWIN SUTURED UP YOUR ANUS. YOU PROVED THAT YOU CAN'T GET THE JOB DONE YOURSELF. YOU PROVED WITHOUT A DOUBT THAT I'M AS GOOD AS I SAY I AM, BECAUSE THE LIST OF PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEATEN ME WITHOUT BULLSHIT IS NARROWER THAN YOUR TEENY TINY ITTY BITTY LITTLE SCROTE.
Stormm and Matthews have stopped hitting Dominator, and exchange a disgusted, angry look at each other, then sneer at Kyle, standing in the ring.
Kyle Shane: BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU TIME TO CELEBRATE A VICTORY YOU COULD ONLY GET VIA TEN THOUSAND OUTSIDE VARIABLES. I'M GONNA FIX THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW.
Kyle gets a running start and does a plancha through the ropes, coming through the middle and top rope like a wrecking ball, smashing into Stormm, Dominator, and Matthews, taking all four of them down!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my god!!
Ace Anderson: Things have broken down even more!
The tangle of men all get up, and start wildly throwing punches at each other, Dominator and Matthews, Michaels and Shane. A squad of referees start emptying out the back, as the timekeeper rings the bell again and again and again. The wild brawl continues, even as the officials are trying to break it up.
And then... at the top of the ramp and heading down towards the ring.....
Grimm.
- CLICK -
