Trauma 237 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday August 30th, 2018

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, the crowd is hyped, the card is stacked, and we're here for another thrilling episode of Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and with me as always, the legendary Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: What a night we had at Return to Glory and we're gonna keep things rolling here tonight with Trauma. Let's not waste any more time and get down to the ring for our first match!

Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.

Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs two hundred and seventeen pounds, GRIMM!

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, deadset on the ring and ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.

Go back to sleep.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Sasha Greene: And his tag partner…

The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage, out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans.

Sasha Greene: From Hollywood, California. He weighs two hundred and twenty-one pounds, GERARD ANGELO!!

Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face. As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.

Sasha Greene: And their opponents....

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air.

Sasha Greene: From Biloxi, Mississippi. He weighs two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, CRAZY BOY!

He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.

Sasha Greene: And his tag partner...

Grimm, Angelo, and Smith all wait impatiently as the fourth person in this match takes his sweet time making his appearance. The faithful begin to grow restless as well as Tyrone Little Jr. contemplates starting the match without Stormm.

Ace Anderson: This might end up being a handicap match. Good news for us, bad news for Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has been a different person the last couple of months, and we've yet to see him and his partner in crime, Johnny Matthews, in the ring together for about as long.

Ace Anderson: And we've all been better for it.

As Little begins to motion towards the timekeeper, the house lights slowly dim, and then fade completely out. The sound of a spotlight being turned on echoes through the arena, and the crowd is back onto their feet.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve got something!

Exactly like at Return to Glory just a couple weeks ago, no music plays, we just hear the trademark clap of thunder, and sounds of heavy rain began pouring through those in attendance. Faint rumblings of thunder continue along with the heavy downpour. The arena is in complete darkness save the beam of light from the catwalks down onto the stage, and then Stormm appears.

Jerry Andrews: There he is!

The crowd lets out some mixed reactions, about 70/30 in favor of the Force of Nature, as he appears in the spotlight, microphone in hand.

Sasha Greene: Introducing at this time, from Kansas City–

Justin Michaels: Sasha, you can sit down!

And just like that, she is cut off, and exits the ring to take her seat. The sounds of the storm fade out eventually, and the crowd noise dies down as well. Justin, looking out amongst the faithful, takes a seat on the stage. No chair, no nothing. Just his traditional wrestling attire, and what looks to be a new PCW branded, black with white lettering and orange accents “This is Your Warning” t-shirt.

Ace Anderson: I don’t think any of us missed this at all.

Jerry Andrews: Speak for yourself Ace!

Bringing the microphone to his mouth, Stormm lets out a heavy sigh, and the crowd noise picks back up and he pauses for a moment, until it dies back out.

Justin Michaels: It’s been a while since I’ve come out and spoke my peace, and after everything that’s gone down the last couple of months, I just can’t bite my tongue any longer! I wanted to be the guy whose actions spoke for him, but before I do you all that favor—I’m talking to you down there Ace—indulge me one last time.

The crowd noise picks up as Stormm adjusts his posture. His legs are bent, crossed at the ankles, his arms are crossed around his knees, and the mic gripped firmly in his right hand, while his left is gripping his right wrist. The North American title belt resting safely over his right shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: Whether anyone likes it or not, we get to hear what’s on his mind. I, personally, can’t wait to hear what he has to say. It’s been a while, and this is very candid.

Ace Andrews: If you say so, Jerry.

Grimm and Gerard seem too impatient to let this continue, and move towards the ropes to come after the Force of Nature, but he doesn’t even move a muscle on the stage before seven large men in black suits come out from the back and line the ramp.

Justin Michaels: As much as we’d all love to watch my associates knock you both senseless for being so foolish, I think we can all agree that the best course of action is to just know your place, and stand there while I talk. Besides, Grimm, I don’t want anyone to have any doubt in their mind when I pin you at Deadly Intentions that there was anything that prevented you from being at the top of your game. Gerard on the other hand, feel free to come at me, and my guys will gladly put you in the dumpster out back where you belong!

The crowd pops at Stormm’s comments towards the arrogant PCW rookie.

Justin Michaels: In fact, let me start with you, Mr. Breakout Star; hold tight Grimm, I’ll get to you shortly. Now, I understand you’ve got this purpose, winning some meaningless little award a few weeks ago at the Icey’s, and you’re still trying to find yourself around here, but you really need to learn your place. You can talk a big game with arguably the best superstar to walk down this ramp in your corner tonight, but what have you really done since getting here? This is, what, your ninth match? Until they stuck me with you at Return to Glory, all I can remember is you losing in the Icemann Invitation, and maybe a couple of forgettable matches against Rick Majors… excuse me… Gabriel. I don’t fault you for trying to make a name for yourself, I do fault you for picking poor battles, and being a worthless little piss-ant in the ring. Did you even show up at Return to Glory? You were there, sure, but then to go and blame me for losing the match? Last time I checked, you were the legal man. You were the one getting pinned. Your little mosquito bite to my face was the least of my worries, and you took your eye off the ball.

Justin clears his throat.

Justin Michaels: Don’t even get me started with whatever schoolgirl crush you have on Phinehas. He merely mentioned your name before turning his attention towards me and MY North American title, and you think I’m jealous? I’m the longest reigning North American Champion PCW has ever had, and Grimm wants to wrestle for it at Deadly Intentions; not Kyle for the World title, or Dominator for the Underground; ME, for MY North American Championship! I’m on Cloud 9 right now. But, you know what Gerard, keep trying your hardest to make yourself relevant, maybe have an original thought, instead of regurgitating the nonsense our "World" Champion spits day in and day out. But, I’ve got my money on you being out the door in another year or less like the rest of the riffraff that’s come through our doors.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, Stormm looks around through the crowd, and takes in the reactions of the fans in attendance.

Justin Michaels: Praise Anarchy! Praise the Return! Jason, Rick, didn’t think I’d forgotten about you two did ya? What can I say here that EVERYONE else hasn’t already said? As much as I wanted to notch one over you guys at the pay-per-view…

Stormm changes his voice to to a lower register and nods in the direction of Gerard Angelo inside of the ring.

Justin Michaels: ”They” stuck me with yet another handicap.

Ace Anderson: Stormm better watch what he says out here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: But everyone else should be paying attention to it.

Justin Michaels: I’m not going to dwell on that any longer than I have already. I’ve come to the realization that the downfall of your little charade is more than likely going to come from within, and not by anyone else on the roster. I’ll still be here, that little thorn in your sides, just patiently waiting for the Walls of Seromine to come crumbling down around the both of you. Merely this, and nothing more. Oh, yeah, and by the way, nevermore!

Poking fun at the ominous figure that’s been haunting Seromine and his wife as of late, Stormm incites the faithful to chant in unison.

Justin Michaels: Crazy Boy!

Said with some gusto, the Force of Nature gets the crowd behind him and his partner for the evening.

Justin Michaels: Unfortunately, that’s the most excited I can be about you as my partner tonight. You’ve got history in PCW, that’s the only good news I have, as that history is littered with blemishes. You’ve lost more that most people ever have total matches here, yet you somehow find the strength to get out of bed and drag your sorry ass to the arena, just to lose again. Don’t get me wrong, you can’t be any worse than Angelo was, but if you DON’T cost us this match, well then, I think you’ll probably make a few people stupid enough to bet on that line a lot of money!

Stormm shifts his pose, reaching his left hand back behind him for balance as he stretches out his left leg as well. His right leg remains bent with his foot planted next to his seat. The North American title shimmers in the spotlight, and he twists his wrist around some to stretch it out before moving the microphone back up to continue.

Justin Michaels: Speaking of mediocrity, who do we think the suits are going to have Kyle Shane defend his title against at Deadly Intentions? Does anyone want to start a pool with me? Maybe they can throw Tyler Scott at him a third time, so he can lose his fifth consecutive title match this year, you know, really make us realize just how incompetent the booking team around here is.

Quickly using his left hand to adjust an invisible tie, he mimics a PCW executive, and changes his voice once again.

Justin Michaels: Oh, he can’t win the North American title? Well, the World champion needs someone to face, and we have to keep him happy, or he’ll just come out and scream into the cameras for half an hour at the top of his lungs. Like the little entitled sonofabitch that he is. Maybe after that, we can throw Gabriel at him, he lost the North American title almost a year ago, and came up short in the Icemann Invitational, he probably deserves the shot, if for anything, so we can extend Kyle’s reign further. You know, because screw Whitey Ford and Billy Sadistic and their much better title reigns, we have to knock them down a peg or two. After Gabriel, let’s put the title on the line against the man who said he didn’t want a rematch, and we’ll have Seromine vs. Kyle Shane at the following pay-per-view, yeah, that’s the ticket!

Justin shakes his head as the fans have a nice laugh at PCW’s expense.

Ace Anderson: Is this guy serious?

Jerry Andrews: As a heart attack, Ace. Think about it, the man is making some good, albeit brutally honest, points here tonight.

Justin Michaels: Keep it shiny, Kyle, someone more deserving will have it soon enough!

This draws out a more split reaction, 50/50 cheers and jeers.

Justin Michaels: Which brings me back to… You!

His gaze lowers, and he stares straight at Grimm through his brow. He adjusts his positioning once more, back to the crossed leg pose he had originally.

Justin Michaels: Unless you were up on that roof with Lindsay and I in Atlanta that night, which is a whole different messed up story, I don’t know how you even come up with me wanting to lose the North American title to you so I can move on?

Turning his attention to the fans, he shrugs.

Justin Michaels: Kids, there’s no such thing as the Boogeyman, but there is such a thing as Grimm hanging out in the shadows, videotaping your every move and private conversations. Be on the lookout for stray beard hairs in your flower gardens, and on your window sills.

Justin’s stare goes cold once more and fixates back on the Icemann Invitational winner.

Justin Michaels: Trust me, Phinehas, I’d love nothing more than for you to swagger down to the ring in a couple months, thinking you’re just going to waltz in and win your first ever North American title, only to send you back to Hangtown empty handed. We’ve been in the ring together more times than anyone else in the back, and sure, the odds might be in your favor based on our meetings in the past, but you’re going to come at me in October, my time of the year? If you want this…

He pats the center medallion on the North American title.

Justin Michaels: You’ll need more than some spooky woodland bullshit to make it out of Deadly Intentions with the title on All Stormm’s Eve! Without the Force of Nature, Grimm, there is no Harvest. You can’t reap what doesn’t grow!

Finally, making it back to his feet, the Force of Nature pauses as the crowd’s reaction intensifies as Stormm fires back at Grimm after several attempts by the Hangtown Horror to get his attention.

Justin Michaels: With all of that out of the way, there’s just a couple things left for me to say.

Ace Anderson: Thank God!

Jerry Andrews: We do still have a match scheduled here folks, but if you’re like me, you’ve been so drawn in that you’ve almost forgotten about it.

Ace Anderson: Calm down Jerry, I don’t think Stormm swings that way.

Justin Michaels: First off, Notorious is NO MORE! Johnny isn’t going to come out here and help me, that theme music is only going to play if he decides to stop drinking and smoking long enough to make another appearance. Chances are, PCW isn’t going to pay him enough to get back in the ring here anytime soon. So everyone I just mentioned, everyone in the back, stop using Johnny as a crutch to lean on when it comes to talking your trash on me, because, like the tide, his relevance is going out.

The collective “OHH!” from the crowd fills the arena, even Ace and Jerry seemed shocked at the comments made by the Force of Nature.

Justin Michaels: And last, but not least, let me tell you all why Luis Malave is probably rolling over in his grave these days. This place is missing so much without him around, and it’s a surprise to me that we haven’t clo—

His mouth keeps moving, but the words he’s saying are no longer being broadcast over the sound system. He’s been cut off. Whoever is in charge, or perhaps a call from the “suits” who had seen enough finally put an end to Stormm’s rant. Visibly annoyed, he smacks the foam covering the microphone a couple times to check for sound. With no response, he throws the PCW logo microphone into the crowd, giving someone a nice souvenir, and hauls ass down to the ring. The seven large bodyguards that had been on the stage take their leave to the back.

Within two steps, he’s submerged in the darkness, and by the time the spotlight is turned off, and the house lights come back on, he’s standing face to face with Grimm inside of the ring. The referee is forced to do his job and get some space between the two. But that doesn’t stop Gerard! A brawl ensues between him and the North American champion. Grimm and Crazy Boy leave them to solve their differences, but aren’t taking their eyes off the other. The bell is officially called for!

Tag Team Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (Pure Class Wrestling North American ©) & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith VS. Grimm & Gerard Angelo
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Stormm pastes Angelo with a stiff right that lands between the eyes. He whips him to the ropes, only to be driven back with a shoulder tackle. Gerard scores a quick double stomp and then brings Michaels to his feet. Stormm waistlocks and shoots him over with a side suplex. He rolls his body over to trap Gerard with a front face lock, but he’s able to spin the hips and get out of it, catching Stormm with a headlock takeover. The longest reigning North American champion throws his legs over the head of Angelo, who then initiates a handstand. Flipping himself onto Stormm, there is a bridging tug of war waged as they power their way up (back to back). They take turns in barely getting the other over, instead turning themselves around. Stormm ducks a clothesline. Angelo blocks a leg strike, but in the process spins Stormm into a spinning heel kick! Angelo is flattened and when he gets back up, is sent to the turnbuckle pads.

Stormm senses a counter and so slides under the legs to advance out of the ring. Gerard hops onto the middle ropes as the champ lunges forward. Angelo cranks his body at an angle to crossbody splash Stormm to the floor. While down there, the two exchange shots, with neither giving an inch to the other. Angelo keeps advantage until pulled into a monkey flip, which he turns into a barrel roll. The two men feed off the crackling energy of the faithful as they slide into the ring at the same time. Stormm is powered into a bodyslam, but on the way down, he tucks an arm through the legs, which sends Angelo down. That’s when Gerard catches him with a European uppercut, rattling Stormm into the ropes. Gerard knees him in the ribs to double him further over. Stormm is sent off the ropes, but counters. Angelo is tagged from behind, halting his momentum. Stormm seizes the chance to posit him with a running clothesline. Grimm is caught in a swinging neckbreaker as his entrance into the ring is foiled.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard and Stormm are two of the best technical wrestlers in PCW, mirroring one another move for move in counters and strikes.

Ace Anderson: Stormm’s sixth sense saved him from what could’ve been a quick onslaught from Grimm following a blind tag!

Stormm drags Grimm into enemy territory. Crazy Boy tags himself in and says hello with a springboard frog splash! Michaels exits to the apron while Grimm finds himself being sent to one of the other corners. Crazy Boy alternates chops from right to left, keeping the ginger boogeyman off balance. Grimm fires up as Crazy Boy is spun into the corner himself, the proud owner of a set of headbutts. He uses Grimm’s OWN momentum against him, dropping low so that his head slams into the buckle. It’s when Crazy Boy goes for a neckbreaker follow that Grimm inserts himself back in the driver’s seat. Crazy Boy is run sternum first in the corner. Grimm keeps him waistlocked to send him on his neck with a German suplex!

Phinehas shoots a cold stare towards Stormm, who is happy to prod him into doing something. The gaze remains all the way to Gerard being tagged back in. The Hollywood Hero hops through the ropes to mow him over with a running clothesline, then charges at Stormm to knock him off the apron! Stormm promptly returns to his feet to bring Gerard outside of the ring. The two, again, go toe to toe! The fans are loving it and have formed a 50/50 split on the cheer section. Inside of the ring Crazy Boy recovers and comes flying out with a BEAUTIFUL corkscrew plancha onto both! Not to be outdone, Grimm shocks everyone with a suicide dive into the fray!

The referee tries his best to get order restored, making sure to remind Angelo and Crazy Boy they are the legal men. Grimm gets some shots in on Crazy Boy before sending him back in. Stormm shoves Grimm into a nearby ring post. When he returns to his side of the ring, Angelo is already inside and dropping Crazy Boy with a DDT. Stormm jumps into the ring to pull Angelo into a HANGCLOUD DDT! Stormm erupts while he calls out to the faithful to make those cheers for HIM the loudest they can. Crazy Boy is pulled to the corner as Stormm goes to the apron. He tags himself in and runs to make a quick cover.

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2.

Angelo kicks out at two! Gerard is sat upright. Stormm takes a bounce against the ropes where the point of his knee is dug into Angelo’s spine, forcing him to stiffen. Angelo is brought to his feet, scooped in the air and forcefully slammed right back down. He pulls him off the mat again to go for a belly to belly suplex, but Angelo is having NONE of that! Stormm takes knees to ribs and midsection and then is pulled into a spinning powerbomb! Angelo is to his feet and over to tag Grimm back in. There is an inadvertent shoulder nudge as the exchange is made, which leads the partners in a quick stare down.

Jerry Andrews: I wouldn’t want those cold, pale blue eyes looking into my soul…

Ace Anderson: The only colors Gerard wants to see is money green and championship gold!

Grimm puts his focus on his future opponent, nailing him behind the neck with a headbutt. Stormm is powered to his feet and pulled into a pumphandle backbreaker for his troubles. Grimm then locks his vice grip around the throat, checking in and out at the count of four, as he attempts to stop the squirming of Michaels. Stormm is still able to fend for himself as Grimm finds a flurry of forearm shots to his bearded mug. That only makes Grimm mad. You don’t want Grimm mad. It doesn’t end well. The Hangtown Horror needs all of ONE powerful punch to put a stop to that nonsense. Stormm is gator rolled away from the outstretched hand of Crazy Boy.

The always arrogant Gerard Angelo forcefully brings himself back into the match, as he taps Grimm on the shoulder, constituting a tag. Grimm looks at him with a chilling gaze. Stormm is moved aside like a deceased animal as Grimm stands in the way of Gerard. Angelo puts his hands up as if to say he’s just being a team player. Grimm exits to the apron while Angelo puts the boots to Stormm (and boy does he, they come with some serious swagger). Angelo brings the champ up for a vicious Irish whip to the far corner. Stormm stumbles right into an Arn Anderson like spinebuster, the kind that will send you to the chiropractor in the morning for realignment. Angelo throws in some elbows while he’s at it, making sure to issue some trash talk over Justin’s remarks.

Stormm is pulled up again and this time is thrown into a buckle bomb! Angelo follows it up with a scintillating blockbuster! Gerard reaches over and tags Grimm back into the action. He holds Stormm for a couple of shots from The Lord of Misrule before he steps onto the apron. Michaels comes to life!! Elbow to Grimm, right hand to Gerard, a couple of kicks to Grimm’s midsection and a whip into Angelo, knocks him off the apron, and moves Grimm right into a FLASH FLOOD! Stormm manages to roll over for a pin…

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Gerard yanks Stormm under the bottom rope, sending him into the ring steps. Crazy Boy makes his presence felt with a scissor kick to the kisser of Gerard Angelo! Stormm is assisted back into the ring. Tyrone rolls in and delivers a STANDING 450 SPLASH!! The impressive feat is enough to draw a HOLY SHIT chant from the appreciative faithful! Crazy Boy quickly gets himself into position for...an eventual TAG!! Here he comes. Grimm is brought to his feet, taking a dropkick that pushes him into the corner. Crazy Boy gives him a running version for the fun of it. Grimm staggers into a flatliner! Tyrone switches gears and locks him in a CROSSFACE! Grimm yells in agony, but finds an assist from Gerard, who not only puts Grimm’s feet on on the ropes, but points out said fact to the referee.

Tyrone wastes no time in releasing Grimm, but he makes sure to bring him away from where he could tag out. Grimm is pulled into a short arm knee lift, which Tyrone then spins around for a Russian leg sweep! He turns it around into a second one, and on the third go, a gutwrench suplex! Crazy Boy gets onto his feet and...CENTER OF ATTENTION! Gerard absolutely got all of that trademark on him. The referee has to motion Gerry out of the ring. This gives Stormm a chance to reinsert himself. He takes a page out of Grimm’s book, hitting him with his own LAMENT CONFIGURATION! This leads to taunts between Angelo and Stormm from across the ring. It gives the fans a show that’s for sure!

The two partners try to will their respective partners into getting the tag out to them. The referee places a count…

1!

2!

3!

Jerry Andrews: This could lead to a draw!

Ace Anderson: Not with the combined egos of Justin Michaels and Gerard Angelo involved.

4!

5!

6!

Crazy Boy is starting to make his way to Stormm; Grimm towards Gerard!

7!

8!

DOUBLE TAG AT 9!

Gerard runs into a back body drop. NO HE DOESN’T! In the process of the flip, he manages to hook Stormm for a neckbreaker! He turns the hips and deadlifts him into a leaping suplex! Stormm captures him by the legs mid-air! Gerard is flung onto his back, Stormm quickly pretzels the legs and turns him around to a middle of the ring Sharpshooter!! Gerard does a push up while the pain sets in, but he refuses to allow himself to go down, no matter how far Stormm cranks the submission. Gerard slips onto his forearms, but is still not fully down. He can hear the faithful willing him to keep fighting and fight he must! There’s a bit of a wiggle from Angelo as he tries to shake Stormm loose.

There is a spin, Gerard flashes a sudden counter and reworking of the legs, FIGURE FOUR! Angelo has himself a figure four leg lock!! Michaels is now the one in pain. Ever the ring general with expert awareness, he outstretches for the ropes and...gets them! Angelo takes things right down to four and a half. When he does release, Stormm rolls himself out of the ring, taking a knee in the process. Angelo hobbles onto one foot. Stormm clings to the ropes as he pulls himself to the apron. Angelo moves in his direction. Stormm puts a shoulder into the gut. He hops back through the ropes, LOOK ALIVE IS COUNTERED! Stormm winds up in front of Gerard...FORCE OF NATURE IS DENIED!

HOLLYWOOD STUNNER HITS! Stormm bounces into the ropes! Tyrone chop blocks Gerard from out of nowhere! Stormm staggers with enough in the tank to hit a FORCE OF NATURE! Both of them are completely laid out from the others finisher. Crazy Boy slaps the turnbuckle, yelling for Stormm to make the tag. Grimm, well, Grimm doesn’t have emotional investment in these matters. He’s Grimm. What you see is what you get and what you get is a shovel between the eyes or Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Neither are desirable.

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

Jerry Andrews: This match has had more explosive action than a Michael Bay production!

Angelo has his arm over Stormm!

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!
Stormm rolls his onto Gerard!

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2!

3---NO!

The count is broken at eight and then the two rear back and slug the holy ghost out of the other one. Crazy Boy is in. Grimm is in. Crazy Boy is down following a rib breaking spear as he went to charge in. Phinehas shakes his head ever so slowly at the mistake. Grimm calmly stands up. He gives Gerard a push off the apron. Stormm receives the same treatment. He will not have a PCW ring become a demolition derby again. Crazy Boy is brought to his feet in a front face lock. A turnbuckle is mounted, tornado DDT, or as everyone knows it, THE HARVEST!

Grimm hooks the legs.

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3!

The bell is called for as A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” lets everyone know who stands tall in the end.

Sasha Greene: Here are the winners of the match, Grimm and Gerard Angelo!

His business being done, Grimm simply leaves ringside to gaze at the North American title. The belt is laid across the torso of Justin Michaels on his walk away from the ring.

As Trauma returns, "In The Morning and Amazing" by Circa Survive hits on the PA and Kyle Shane comes walking out onto the stage. He's wearing the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship around his waist, his ring gear (sans Ursine School Gear mail and leather) and a simple black hoodie with white strings. And in his right hand, he clutches the weapon that made a comeback in a big way at Return To Glory, the returning bat-saber. However, this bat-saber is painted a vibrant, electric blue, like the New Hope that it is. Kyle Shane smirks and holds his arms out to the crowd, taking in the reaction after his title defense at the last pay-per-view and as always, feeling the energy from his entrance music. 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 goes to the ropes and balances on them for a moment, holding the blue bat-saber aloft like the sword from the stone, and pointing to several admiring fans in the audience who are making a fanning bow motion. And then, the World champion unsnaps the title, slinging it over his shoulder, cocking the bat-saber on top of it in his left hand, and then with his free hand asking for a mic.

Kyle Shane: You know, it gives me a lot of pride to come out here holding this title and competing at the level that I give to you. It gives me a lot of pride that this entire year, I have been the man that holds this Pure Class Wrestling brand down and anchors the show. I know it's to the chagrin of some... but I don't just idly talk trash and shy away from challenges. I have achieved, ACHIEVED being the word, every single thing I've set out to do from the start, most often on my first try. There have been goals that eluded me... but I got them. And I don't need to list them off again because hell, you guys have heard me talk about the names I've overcome that nobody ever thought I'd beat. That isn't the point.

He looks down at the title on his shoulder, considering it as he rubs his chin stubble with one finger.

Kyle Shane: Now, some of the boys in the back, and I'm sure a few of you, write off my bragging, they sneer their lips and roll their eyes and think of me only in terms of annoyance. That I need to brag, and to say these things to get people riled up because I'm a creature of ego. I don't need to go on such lengthy tangents, eat up so much TV time with my promos when simple, short and precise sermons to followers will do, I just waste words stroking my own ego. And oh, such worldly men as they, these things I brag about hold absolutely no appeal to them, ponderous, wise men such as they. Except the simple fact is, the things I talk about, do have their intended purpose... and they work like a damn charm.

His face breaks out into a shit-eating, cocky grin.

Kyle Shane: Except that if it didn't matter, if what I said didn't matter, if my victories over THEM didn't matter, didn't get in their head. If my bringing up the titles I'd won, the accolades I've accrued in my time here and, yes, the fact that I kicked their ass didn't mean anything, then they could just go on with their life. But the simple fact is that to a man, all of them have responded to what I've said about them and couldn't let it go. So who's really the creature of pitiful ego here?

He smiles, self-satisfied and smug.

Kyle Shane: Am I a creature of ego? Ya DAMN RIGHT I am. I'm competitive. I'm obnoxious. I want my name on every leader board and I want to be able to point my name out in record books and hold it over the head of everyone I've outlasted. But I own that. I turn that into a positive. I've made competition, struggle and ultimately becoming the best the mantra, no, the altar at which I worship. But everyone who finds a fault in that and laughs me off misses the point. And that's why they've fallen to me. One by one.

He paces around, getting himself fired up.

Kyle Shane: But it seems to me that the people that look down their noses at that, are people who can't see the picture I've painted for them because it conflicts with their own ego trips. It's most evident in the sermons of the Holy Followers whom I have become, sorry Justin Michaels, the biggest thorn in the side of. My tactics incurred the wrath of none other than Seromine himself... all I had to do was make fun of him in a few promos, and the preacher man himself got up to his pulpit to denounce me.

Head down, he smiles, shaking his head and tapping the bat-saber against his shoulder.

Kyle Shane: In a bitter rant he has since deleted because it probably embarassed him, Seromine refuted my claims that he's ducking me. He talked in a length that would rival me about the things he's done, both in his current incarnation and as The Anarchist, the tag team dominance, the matches won, the fact that he unlike me won the Deadly Rumble and he had to throw what number I exited in at, because that's what you do. He said I wasn't worth a rematch, but that he'd give me one. He said he didn't see fit, and this is a quote that will stay with me, "to go for another fifty-fifty title reign", and that was why, rather than be part of the main event scene and stand up on a pedestal where his words would mean something, he's gone up against the slackest, easiest competition he can since January of this year. Like a match against Brenna Gordon or a tag match against Gerard Angelo is something he should be proud of. He said he didn't care about me.

Kyle has a "tears of a clown", exaggerated sad face on as he acts like that hurt his feelings. But then he laughs, breaking the illusion.

Kyle Shane: Yeah, he didn't care so hard that I made him respond to me. He "I don't care"-ed himself into a bitter Youtube rant that would make Trisha Paytas giggle, then he got embarrassed. The simple fact is that I got in Seromine's head, and I'm staying in his head. I'm taking up so much motherfucking living space there I may as well pay Seromine's pea brain a monthly rent check. Because every thing I said was the stone cold truth, and the more his Followers come for me, the more it shows. He continues to grow his brand. Every single month now he's going to recruit some mediocre never was like Tyler Scott or Holden Ross, and I could keep beating them and proving my point. Seromine cares. Of course he does. So he thinks he's being magnanimous, throwing down a gauntlet to me, giving me a match that I've been asking for, and therein lies the difference between our approaches.

He points at his own face, so that the camera can denote the seriousness.

Kyle Shane: I care. I do. I want this match, and I'm not going to take my words back because of embarassment after the fact. I want Seromine.

The crowd is building in anticipation, chanting "Shane, Shane, Shane" and Kyle's voices rises over theirs.

Kyle Shane: I said before and I'll say again this didn't end at Collision Course because there was still work to be done. Seromine wants people to think that he doesn't need this anymore because he ended up getting his win afterward and he wanted to walk away. But every single second since I have put this title on his henchmen, his little boys have continued to spout their fake-Mormon-garbage-Bible-quote promos and talk about Seromine's will, how Kyle Shane is a pretender holding on to a title that belongs to their Lord. And every month since then the problem has spread like a cancer. So if I want it to end, I'm going to have to do it again, and beat Seromine one more time in front of Gabriel, Tyler Scott, Holden Ross, Destiny Willard and every assembled Jim Jones punch drinker and prove to them that this man who holds all of their answers is a snake oil salesman, a weak little chickenshit, a charlatan who's feeding them lies.

He holds the electric blue bat-saber, A New Hope, up in front of his eyes. The crowd is heavily chanting "Shane, Shane, Shane,".

Kyle Shane: And I know I'm alone in this. All I have is me and my girl here... and you, you are free to draw in any weak minded mid-card nothing who thinks that you'll supply them with an easy answer. Just like fucking Tyler Scott and Holden Ross, you, Seromine are going to draft in an army of people that think because they Google some shitty Bible quote and relate it to what you're talking about that they're doing something. And you will pit your faith against mine.

He sighs, bitter himself. He knows that it's coming, and he knows he might possibly be outnumbered badly, especially tonight against Gabriel, Ross, and the rest. But then he looks into the camera again, and while he's not quite as loud, abrasive or cocky in this moment, he looks both deadly serious and vulnerably sincere.

Kyle Shane: Well, I'll put my faith in me against their faith in you any day. It served me pretty God damn well at Collision Course... so the question left, Seromine, is this: I'm secure in my faith. Are you?

Leaving it at that, Kyle holds his hand out in a fist with the mic in it, flattens his palm and lets the mic drop from it, and he looks to the crowd, waiting for the next person to come out.

But no one does. After several moments of waiting, the program suddenly cuts to jumpy footage of the backstage area. Mr. PURE! is seen down on the floor backstage. The camera shakes to reveal Holden Ross standing over him. But that isn't all, nearby, Gabriel stands holding a steel chair. Mr. PURE! tries to stand up, but he's cracked in the spine by the chair. Gabriel strikes him again. And again. And Again. The camera momentarily pans over and the audience can see that Seromine and Destiny are watching the sickening display.

Holden then pulls PURE! up and he drives him down with a World's Strongest Slam onto the cement arena floor. Gabriel takes no pity on PURE!, driving the chair into him several times before kneeling down beside him and speaking "Vengeance is mine, and recompense, for the time when their foot shall slip; for the day of their calamity is at hand, and their doom comes swiftly. - Deuteronomy 32:35. The word of THE LORD!"

Gabriel and Holden Ross walk away as PCW medical staff rush into the scene and Trauma heads to commercial.

Tag Team Match
Kyle Shane (Pure Class Wrestling World ©) & Mr. PURE! vs Gabriel & Holden Ross
Referee: Eric Russo

Trauma returns, with Kyle Shane still standing in the ring. However, he is now joined by his opponents, Holden Ross and Gabriel. Split screen view shows PCW medics working on Mr. PURE! in the back.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and, as you can see, three of the four competitors in our next match are out in the ring.

Ace Anderson: And I don't think Mr. PURE! is going to be coming out here any time soon.

Jerry Andrews: Now we just have to see what is going to happen to this match. It looks like Kyle Shane wants to compete, but I....

Kyle Shane angrily insults Gabriel and Ross, and suddenly both men charge at him. Ross clotheslines him down to the mat, and Gabriel begins to stomp away on him. The referee tries to get things under control, and he manages to grab Gabriel and pull him away, but Ross pulls Shane up and launches him through the ropes to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on now, it's two-on-one and this match hasn't even official started yet!

Ace Anderson: I don't think Ross and Gabriel took too kindly to what Kyle Shane had to say a few minutes ago...

Ross follows Shane outside. Kyle gets to his feet and he attacks Ross, backing him up with a series of right and left hands. The two men are in a slugfest, but suddenly Gabriel is on the outside and he takes Shane's legs out from under him with a chop block. Gabriel then immediately begins to stomp away on Shane's knee, before locking him into a figure four on the outside. Holden Ross enters the ring now, and is admonished by the referee.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel has that figure four locked in tight! He's trying to rip Kyle Shane's knee apart!

Ross keeps the official's attention while Gabriel finally releases the hold. He then grabs Shane and drags him by the leg, eventually slamming his injured knee into the ringside steps. And again. And again. Gabriel then pulls him up and tosses him over the ringside barrier and into the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: This is too much now.

Gabriel now enters the ring.

"COUNT HIM OUT!" he yells at the referee. Eric Russo argues with him, but Gabriel yells again. "RING THE BELL. START THE MATCH. THEN COUNT HIM OUT!!!"

Jerry Andrews: Really? Come on....

Russo argues for a while, but he eventually calls for the bell to officially start the match. He then begins to count.

1....
2....
3....

Kyle Shane gets to his feet, using the barrier for support. He slowly slumps himself over the barrier and back to the ringside area.

4....
5....
6....

Gabriel and Ross are pacing in the ring now, urging the referee to count faster.

7....
8....
9....
10!

Kyle Shane slides into the ring, but it's too late. The ten count has been reached. The referee calls for the bell, awarding the match to Gabriel and Holden Ross.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match by count out: Gabriel and Holden Ross!

As soon as the announcement is made, the two men immediately attack Shane once more. Ross pulls Shane up, and slams him down to the ring, while Gabriel screams angrily at the PCW World Champion. Gabriel then grabs Shane's leg once more, and he locks him in a figure four again! This time, Holden Ross stomps away on Shane as he struggles in the move.

Jerry Andrews: Enough now! You got your count out victory! What more do you want?

Ace Anderson: It looks like they want to end Kyle Shane.... Maybe tonight he's finally going to pay for running his mouth.

Finally Gabriel releases the hold, and PCW officials rush down to check on Shane. Gabriel and Holden Ross leave the ring, but not before both saying a short prayer.

Ace Anderson: Say what you want about these guys, but the addition of Holden Ross to Seromine's faithful has certainly made them A LOT more dangerous.

Sasha Greene: The following is the main event, and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!

Jerry Andrews: And here we go, it's a match we've all been waiting for!

Ace Anderson: A professional scumbag versus a rage monster?

Jerry Andrews: You know there's more to it than that! Arsen Goodstone is fresh off a shocking disqualification to Mr. PURE at Return to Glory, but he showed us all a good taste of how devious his mind is.

Ace Anderson: He came to the right division, then. He's going to get put to work.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 lbs... ARSEN GOODSTONE!!

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 accoustics 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 cane 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 disaproval 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.

Jerry Andrews: The mercenary mind of Goodstone only knows one thing, getting the job done.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 365 lbs.... he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... DOMINATOR!!

The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening drum beats to Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…

…DOMINATOR…

The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd.

He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.

He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.

Jerry Andrews: No Horacio Mortimer tonight, his manager is still recouping from those grievous injuries sustained in the bitter war against Johnny Matthews.

Ace Anderson: Hell, I think Dominator should take some time off along his manager. He was pushed past his limits at Return to Glory, any other man would need time to rest.

Jerry Andrews: Any other man doesn't describe our Underground King. He's dead set on not only breaking a record for most defenses and longest single reign with the Underground title. If he gets through tonight, he may have done what no other man in Pure Class Wrestling history could have done.

Ace Anderson: But the question remains, is he burning the candle at both ends?

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Singles Match - Underground Rules
Dominator (Pure Class Wrestling Underground 🤴) VS. Arsen Goodstone
Referee: Nigel Gale

The stare down between these two is so intense you can cut it with a knife. Suddenly Dominator rolls out to the floor before walking up the ramp! Arsen starts walking towards Dominator where they meet at the middle of the ramp with a heated exchange of right hands. The crowd roars as the exchange continues to go back and forth.

Jerry Andrews: This one is already underway!

Dominator blocks a right hand before delivering a monstrous chop to the chest, making Arsen Goodstone jog a few steps away holding his chest. Dominator drags Arsen by the head towards the ringside area before driving him into the security railing!

Jerry Andrews: All the anger, all the frustration is being unleashed by Dominator in the opening moments of this contest!

Ace Anderson: Hey uhhh, Arsen, those guys you hired to take out Mr. PURE... where are they? Do you have them on speed dial?

Dominator comes forward towards Arsen where he walks into a boot to the chest. The crowd roars with boo's as Arsen drives Dominator head first off the steel barricade. Arsen insults the crowd to a louder chorus of boo's as he takes Dominator by the hair. He brings him to ringside where he shoots him towards the steel ring steps! Dominator stops himself with a boot placed on the step for a brake, and he shoves himself off. He gets charging and runs across the distance, covering the yards like a runaway train and flattening Goodstone with a shoulder block! The Zenith flexes his muscles and roars to the crowd. Dominator mounts Arsen where he unloads with piston like right hands to the face of Arsen to a massive ovation from the crowd. Right hand after right hand lands against the skull of Arsen before Dominator reaches a vertical base. He picks Arsen up off the floor before bouncing him head first off the ring steps. Dominator quickly takes a back waist lock on Arsen. Dominator looks for a german suplex which is blocked by Arsen as he manages to land several stiff elbows which catch Dominator in the temple causing him to release his grasp. Goodstone spins around where he sends Dominator bouncing face first off the top of the steps with a drop toe hold.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator just ate some steel!

Arsen, wily trickster that he is, reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Dominator up off the floor. Goodstone blasts Dominator in the face with a hard right hand before whipping Dominator into the security railing! Arsen goes under the ring where he pulls out a steel chair. Arsen comes towards Dominator where he looks to smash him with a chair shot. Dominator side steps the chair shot, and the crack of the chair meeting steel also sends vibrations up Goodstone's arms, and he yells out in pain. Dominator lands a boot to the midsection which causes Arsen to drop the chair. Dominator takes Arsen and throws him into the ring. The champion glances down to the chair, yet he shakes his head before sliding into the ring. Arsen reaches a vertical base where he's taken down with a double leg take down by Dominator who starts driving right hands into the face of Goodstone to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: No fancy tricks, just a ferocious pummelling at the hands of Dominator.

Dominator continues to hammer away before finally getting up off Arsen. Dominator reaches down picking Arsen up off the mat. Dominator fires Arsen across the ring and into a set of buckles before charging forward where he delivers a running knee to the jaw of Arsen before following up with a discus lariat. The giant reaches his feet, going for a pin. Dominator shakes his head before picking Goodstone up off the mat before the referee can even start counting! Dominator tosses Arsen out to the floor through the ropes. The crowd is solidly behind Dominator as Dominator measures Arsen as he begins working his way to his feet, Dominator bounces off the far side ropes where he looks to deliver a suicide dive! Goodstone manages to side step Dominator causing Dominator to crash face first into the security railing!

Ace Anderson: Why in the hell would someone Dominator's size try to dive through the ropes?!

Jerry Andrews: The Underground division engenders an impulse to cut loose from normal style and go balls to the wall?

Ace Anderson: Okay, but that super heavyweight bitch just flew like a lead balloon and he ate the worst of it.

Goodstone takes a few gasping lungfuls of air as Dominator winces and holds his shoulder. While this was going on Arsen pulls another chair out from under the ring. He has a sadistic grin over his face, and as the big man stumbles to a semi standing position, shaking off the effects of his failure to launch, Goodstone comes in with the chair, doubling Dominator over. Goodstone blasts Dominator across the back with such force it sounds like a shotgun going off. Dominator arches his back as he stands to a vertical base. He turns around where Arsen lays in with a chairshot to the skull that sends Dominator crashing to the floor. The seat of the chair is badly bent. The crowd is raining heat down on the ring as Arsen holds his arms and chair up in the air. Goodstone hucks the chair aside and grabs the cane he uses in his entrance, and he clubs Dominator with it several more times for good measure.

Ace Anderson: The cane doubles as a weapon! Goodstone is taking it back to Victorian tough levels of thrashing. I say, good sport.

Dominator reaches all fours that allows Arsen to come forward and wack Dominator across the back with another vicious shot with the head of the cane. Goodstone throws the cane and the bent steel chair back into the ring before picking Dominator up off the floor where he sends Dominator crashing right shoulder first into the steel steps with such force that the steps separate upon impact. Arsen cuts his eyes towards the crowd, and the crowd roars with boos as Arsen saunters towards the security rail where he screams obscenities at them. Arsen gets in the camera at ringside and says, nastily, "I hope you're watching at home Mortimer" and makes his way towards Dominator before picking him up off the floor with a front facelock. He pounds on the big man's back several times with clubbing blows, and endeavoring to dead lift the bulk of Dominator, shoulders him back into the ring. The crowd's heard breaking out into a "you suck" chant as Arsen makes his way to the top portion of the steel steps where he picks them up off the floor. Arsen slides the top portion of the steps into the ring before crawling up on the ring apron before stepping back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What Goodstone lacks in the size and power of Dominator, he makes up for in toughness.

Ace Anderson: No doubt, this guy claims to be an accomplished street fighter, and even if he reminds me of a member of Mumford and Sons he has really shown himself to be able to handle a fight.

Arsen reaches down picking the steel chair up off the mat where he measures Dominator as he begins working his way to his feet. Once standing Arsen charges towards Dominator looking to smash him in the skull with the steel chair Dominator comes to life with a vicious kick, bringing his leg up at just the right time to kick it back into Goodstone's face. The chair beans off Goodstone's forehead to the side and he swivels and falls. Dominator shakes the cobwebs out of his head. The crowd roars as Dominator starts working his way to his feet. Blood pours from the head of Dominator as he makes his way forward, picking Arsen up off the mat before positioning him for a powerbomb! Dominator hoists Arsen up off the mat before delivering a vicious jack knife powerbomb on to the damaged chair! The smack of Arsen's body on the steel echo's throughout the building to a thunderous ovation from the crowd! Dominator staggers backwards into the ropes after letting Goodstone drop all the way down. Finally, he goes to his knees and pushes Goodstone over for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: First cover of the match!!

Ace Anderson: Can you believe that?

The referee: One..















Two... Kickout.

Arsen slowly sits up before pushing himself up off the steps and to his feet. Dominator picks up the steel chair to a massive ovation from the crowd! Connoly turns around where the steel chair is dented over his skull by a horrific chair shot by Dominator! Arsen falls through the ropes and topples out to the floor again as a "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant bellows throughout the building! Dominator tosses the chair to the mat as the referee once again lays the count to Arsen. Camera's pan in on Goodstone's face to reveal he's been busted wide open as well.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has just spilt the blood of Arsen Goodstone!

Arsen starts pushing himself up off the floor. He looks horrified as he touches his fingers in the blood leaking from his forehead. Dominator rolls out to the floor where he comes up behind Arsen, he spins him around before lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop yet it's Arsen who comes right back with a kick to the balls! The crowd roars with boo's as Dominator drops to both knee's which Arsen quickly follows up by jogging back a few steps and rushing in with a knee trembler. Arsen drags the limp Dominator over by one arm, but he can't lift the 365 pound bulk of Dominator when the big man is laying supine like this.

Goodstone immediately starts driving hard right forearms into the face and head of Dominator while the referee is powerless to stop him as each shot reigns down harder and harder while the crowd gets louder and louder behind the Underground champ. Goodstone stops laying the hammer down as he gets back to his feet where he leaves Dominator where he is. The crowd comes alive as Arsen starts to scale the turnbuckles from inside the ring while out on the floor Dominator starts to push himself up off the floor. Arsen reaches the top turnbuckle and immediately sets sail with an flying cross body block on to Dominator taking both men down to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: You may have had a point about leaving comfort zones, Goodstone isn't a very high flying guy.

Jerry Andrews: He had to wait until Dominator picked himself up to take him down again.

The crowd roars as several seconds pass before Arsen starts to work his way back to his feet. Goodstone runs his hands over his sweaty and bleeding forehead before flinging his sweat down on top of Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: Talk about complete disrespect to the champion!

Arsen now reaches down as Dominator is starting to groggily pull himself to his knees, locking him in a front facelock again and ruthlessly clubbing him over the back. Dominator, despite the pounding, assents to being pulled up, albeit dazed, before bringing him around the ring by the head where he hurls him over the top of the Spanish announce team and into the laps of the announcers.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think I've ever seen the intensity show out of Arsen Goodstone than like I'm seeing out of him right now.

is shown rolling out of the laps of the announcers where he's shown reaching under the the announcers desk and as Arsen splits through the Spanish and American announce tables to reach down picking up Dominator he's met by Dominator spraying him in the face with a fire extinguisher!! Goodstone is sent backwards as he's blinded! The cloud of smoke starts to dissipate in the air as Arsen swings wildly. Dominator works his way to his feet where he drives the fire extinguisher into the rib cage of Goodstone doubling him over! Dominator drops the fire extinguisher as takes Goodstone and bounces him head first off the Spanish announce Table before taking excess camera cord off the groung and wraps it around Goodstone's throat where he pulls back choking away at his challenger.

Ace Anderson: Dominator has changed the complexion of this contest and is now choking the life away from his opponent!

Dominator pulls back harder as we start to see Arsen's face start to turn a bright red before he throws his head backwards and into the face of Dominator causing Dominator to lose grip on the camera cord as he clutches at his face while Goodstone drops to his knees sucking wind before starting to crawl away to create some space, Dominator comes after Goodstone stomping down on his back which drives Goodstone down into the floor out in front of the announcers tables. Dominator turns his attention towards the Spanish announce table. The crowd roars as Dominator comes towards the table before removing the monitors and sending them crashing to the floor. Dominator clears the table before turning his attention back towards Goodstone. Dominator reaches down picking Goodstone up off the floor where he nails him with a stiff right hand sending Goodstone falling backwards on to the Spanish announce table. Dominator quickly rolls back into the ring where he uses the ropes to help get him to his feet where he looks down at the prone Goodstone. Dominator laboriously pulls his giant body, swaying dangerously, up to the top rope. The sight of the 365 pounder up there on the top rope is awe inspiring enough, but then he stands precariously for just a moment and then comes off with a LEG DROP on to Goodstone sending both men crashing through the Spanish announce table! A thunderous "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" chant echoes throughout the PCW arena as both champion and challenger lay motionless on the floor!!

Ace Anderson: MY GOD!

Several moments pass and the crowd is riotous, but The referee looks on in complete shock. The Spanish announce table looks like a car crash. The referee can't decide if he should call off the match or not but, finally Dominator starts to stir. He rolls over, wincing lightly, and he starts getting to his feet, clutching at his ribs while pulling Goodstone by one arm. Dominator reaches down, he has difficultly picking up Goodstone's dead weight but does get him up off the floor and rolled back into the ring where he crawls back under the bottom rope making a cover on the mercenary.

The referee: One...















Two...















Th- Kickout!

Goodstone kicks out!

Jerry Andrews: I thought for sure Dominator had just cemented his legacy with the Underground title.

Ace Anderson: I thought so too... but he's been beaten down so badly in this match, and he's still not 100 percent after his string of defenses and tough matches. Could it be that he's wearing down?

Jerry Andrews: I don't think Dominator is anywhere near finished. He has so much to prove.

Dominator rolls off Goodstone where he pushes himself up off the mat. He reaches down picking Arsen up where he takes Arsen back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring, Arsen bounces off the ropes and into a Samoan drop by Dominator! Dominator presses for another cover.

The referee: One...















Two...















Th- Kickout!

Arsen kicks out once again as the crowd pops. Dominator takes a mount position on Goodstone before starting to drive rights and lefts into the face of Goodstone when from out of no where Goodstone counters into a triangle choke! The crowd pops loudly as the referee is in prime position as he starts to ask Dominator to surrender.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone caught Dominator with a triangle choke!

Dominator struggles to try and break the triangle choke but it only allows Goodstone to synch it in deeper! The referee continues to ask Dominator to surrender!

Ace Anderson: Dominator is fading!!

Sure enough Dominator drops down to one knee as Goodstone cranks back on the triangle choke when suddenly Dominator clasps his hands together before standing back up where he lifts Goodstone up off the mat and counters with a sit out powerbomb! Both men are laid out in the ring. Several seconds pass before Dominator rolls over and crawls into the cover.

The referee: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout!

Goodstone kicks out to another pop from the crowd as Dominator rolls off the cover and towards the ropes where he rolls out to the floor where he makes his way towards the ring steps. Dominator loosens the top portion of the steps and separates them. He slides the steps into the ring while we see Goodstone rolling over to his chest and start to push himself up and to a vertical base as Dominator slides into the ring picking up the top portion of the steel steps. Dominator sizes Goodstone up before charging forward where he blasts him in the skull with the side of the steel steps sending Arsen crumbling to the mat like a ton of bricks. Dominator drops the steps in the ring where he drops down once again making a cover hooking the near leg.

The referee: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout!

The arena roars as Goodstone kicks out yet he's been busted wide open as we get a shot of blood from an open wound on his head. Dominator forces Goodstone back down to the mat where he once again takes a mount position where he starts to hammer down at the open wound on Goodstone's head! Dominator lands four stiff shots before getting up off Goodstone and roaring to the crowd, gathering a loud reaction from the crowd. Arsen rolls towards the ropes where he reaches out using the middle and top rope to pull himself to his feet and as he turns around Dominator charges towards Goodstone sending him over the top rope and out to the floor with a clothesline. Dominator steps through the ropes and out to the ring apron where he sizes Goodstone up who is working his way back to his feet. Dominator comes off the ring apron with a double axe handle to Goodstone's head dropping Goodstone where he stands. Dominator tosses back the ring apron where he pulls out a kendo stick. Goodstone is shown digging in the front pocket of his jeans and as Arsen gets to his knee's Dominator raises the kendo stick only to have baby powder thrown in his eyes by Goodstone!

Jerry Andrews: Where did that powder come from?!

Ace Anderson: Don't ask, and don't look for any magazines.

The crowd roars intently as Dominator drops the kendo stick while clutching at his eyes with both hands. The fans are on fire as Arsen takes the kendo stick before getting back to a vertical base and with a blinded Dominator it's Goodstone that hauls off cracking Dominator right in the ribs causing him to double over! Goodstone drills Dominator across the back with a stiff shot from the kendo stick dropping the challenger to one knee. Arsen comes over picking Dominator up before delivering a Russian legsweep with the kendo stick across the throat of Dominator. Goodstone rolls over to his chest where he starts to push himself up and out of a pool of his own blood before looking down at a fallen Dominator before shifting his attention towards the ring apron. Arsen comes forward where he tosses the ring apron back and drops to one knee where he retrives a LADDER out from under the ring to a massive, massive ovation from the crowd! Arsen stands up with the Ladder in hand as he turns his attention back towards Dominator who is starting to push himself up off the floor and back to his feet where Arsen comes forward running full speed driving the head of the Ladder into the face of Dominator sending Dominator backwards and over the security railing and into the front row! Goodstone drops the Ladder on the floor before stepping over the security railing and into the crowd! Arsen snatches an ice cold Pepsi (ahhhh refreshing, right sponsors...) out of the hands of a ringside fan where he takes a gulp from the glass, passes it back and waits for Dominator and as Dominator is nearing his feet Arsen spits the Pepsi into the eyes of Dominator! Arsen nails Dominator with a right hand followed by a chop across the chest as they reach the end of the row.

Jerry Andrews: This one has spilled out into the crowd of the arena.

Goodstone tosses a building security member from his chair and snatches up the chair where he jabs Dominator in the chest doubling him over for Goodstone to lay waste to the bare back of the champion! The crowd is on fire as Dominator drops to the floor while Goodstone tosses the chair to the floor before ripping off his tank top where he wipes blood from his face and tosses it into the crowd! With the fans getting louder and louder Goodstone comes forward picking Dominator up off the floor where he positions him for a piledriver! The giant Dominator counters with a back body drop sending Goodstone crashing back first on to the concrete floor! Dominator drops to one knee where he is catching his breath, pain etched across his face yet the street fighter he is, stands back to a vertical base. He turns around as we see Goodstone rolling over to his chest and as he pushes himself up off the floor Dominator plants a stiff boot to the forehead knocking Goodstone back down the floor. Dominator stomps down at the back of Goodstone's head before picking him up off the floor where he takes him on the backside of the floor towards the back of the arena where they ramp is located, just off to the left there the "mix" position where Dominator smashes Goodstone face first off a table before clearing the extensions chords and various other pieces of equpiment. Dominator turns towards Goodstone where he smashes him back first into the table a second time. He tucks Goodstone's head between his legs where he looks to deliver a powerbomb. Goodstone qucikly drops to his knees delivering a low blow to Dominator to a massive ovation from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: The tender areas of Dominator just took a hard shot.

Ace Anderson: Perhaps some soothing baby powder would have helped with that. Oh, wait!

Jerry Andrews: Will you grow up?

Goodstone takes in several gasping lungfuls of air as he stands, wiping the blood out of his eyes. He grits his teeth and snarls down at the big man. Goodstone applies a standing headscissors and signals to the crowd that he's ending this one early before reaching down for a piledriver. We'll never find out if Goodstone was or wasn't capable, because his piledriver lift is blocked as if he was about to be screwed over in a game of No Mercy on the Nintendo 64. Dominator immediately stands back up, heaving Goodstone straight up and straight over for a backdrop. The mixed bag of people that can claim to support the mercenary nearby all catch their hero as he flips over. Seeing this, Dominator charges the fans and grabs his enemy back from them with a gorilla press. He growls for all of them to scram and they oblige, leaving a halo of about five feet on either side around the two wrestlers. In the newfound freedom, Dominator finishes what he started and drops Goodstone on the cold cement.

Jerry Andrews: This is all well and good, but Underground rules say this has to end in the ring.

Ace Anderson: Dominator is surely well aware of that, he's held this title since October of last year.

Landing straight on his pretty face, Goodstone grabs his nose and yells in pain. He scrambles to scoot away. Dominator pursues, getting a running start before kicking Goodstone in the side of the head. He grabs Goodstone again and drags him away from the floor level crowd, opting to take the battle up a nearby staircase and into the permanent stands. Dominator keeps the heat on, pounding fists into Goodstone’s face as they climb the first set of stands above ground-level, but suddenly Goodstone whirls around, decking Dominator before bringing him down with a drop toe hold.

Jerry Andrews: What wind is that for Goodstone in this match-up?! I don’t think I have enough fingers to count!

Ace Anderson: Right now I feel like I only need one.

Jerry Andrews: And now it’s Goodstone leading Dominator into the crowd!

The fans are going wild, pumping their firsts in the air and clapping as Goodstone leads Dominator by the hair closer to the edge of the stands by the entrance area. Goodstone irish-whips the Zenith towards the guardrail at the edge of the stands, but Dominator quickly spins, converting the momentum and sending Goodstone in his stead. Goodstone slams back-first into the rail and slumps down, standing fans around him screaming for him to get up.

Jerry Andrews: With every hit taken you have to wonder at this point what the death blow will be…

Dominator shoves past a few fans in his way and steps over the fallen Goodstone. He puts a few boots to the challenger, the screaming of the fans and general chaos masking the creaking of the rail as it bends away from the frame of the stand’s foundation. Another boot, and the metal tie bends more, white at the breaking point. Another boot, and a crack opens in the tie. Another boot, and it breaks away clean.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, no!!

With a loud high-pitched squeak, the protective railing leans too far backward, and breaks from the stand, falling to the ground below and landing with a loud CLANK! Fans scream and move away from the edge…where Goodstone still happens to be slumped against nothing at all now. Eyes popping wide open, Goodstone’s arms windmill for a moment before shooting forward and grabbing Dominator’s pants. As Dominator’s yanked forward, his arms also windmill and he shouts "What?! NO!!" as he and Goodstone go over the side, freefalling before crashing through a table set up on the ground below.

Jerry Andrews: AND THEY BOTH GO DOWN!!

Ace Anderson: Goodstone just dragged Dominator down to hell.

Jerry Andrews: They've gone through a table at ringside and now out in the crowd. Both of these men are beaten and spent.

Ace Anderson: But, again, not in the vicinity of the ring.

Both men are down for an impossibly long time. Falling off a ledge through a table will do that to you. The poor referee is worlds away, still in the ring, craning his head to try and even see the two men. Arsen Goodstone is trying to pull himself over with one arm, and Dominator groans and rolls onto his elbows. Both men try to pull themselves up next to the stadium seating. Goodstone gets to his knees and throws a punch at Dominator, who responds with a punch from his knees. The two men haven't even had the strength to stand up yet but they're still throwing punches at each other.

Ace Anderson: These two men are down to just throwing bombs at each other.

Goodstone starts firing up, and he starts rising to his feet. As the exchange of right hands goes back and forth, Dominator's become weaker and less frequent, but the mercenary's hits start rising in tempo.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone is throwing everything he can against the giant, trying to use his brawling skills to bring the fight.

Goodstone gets to his feet, laying punches in on Dominator's skull, but Dominator responds with a heavy headbutt. Goodstone is staggered, and stumbles away, back into the fans. They begin parting, and Goodstone finally begins making his way back to the ring and the front row. Dominator, gathering his composure, snarls and chases after Goodstone.

Jerry Andrews: Think about what this match means for Dominator, though. The most defenses of the Underground title in it's entire history. Setting a benchmark that hasn't been equaled.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, I know, Dominator has all sorts of records. He has yet to be pinned cleanly and he's held that title for nearly 10 months. But again, his present condition notwithstanding... isn't there a point where he starts slowing down?

Jerry Andrews: You look at that giant bastard out there clubbing the hell out of Arsen Goodstone in the stands... do you think he's slowing down at all?

Dominator clubs Goodstone harshly over the back. Goodstone grits his teeth in agony and hisses. He stumbles forward. The two of them are nearing the security guardrail. Dominator grips the hair of Goodstone to hold his head steady, measuring him with a fist and giving him a deliberate stone fisted shot to the face. Goodstone drunkenly falls back, stumbling on spaghetti legs through the crowd, and then finally winding up by the security guardrail. Goodstone is knocked so loopy he's half laying over the guardrail with his legs sprawled in front of him, shaking and blinking his eyes. Dominator stares him down and begins getting an intense look in his eye. He paces back a few steps and then charges the distance between them, parting the crowd and he plows into both Goodstone and the guardrail with such force that the guardrail is knocked out of line and Goodstone goes flying over, spilling into the crowd! However, Dominator also absorbed a brutal hit into the guardrail itself, and he lies there, gripping his shoulder and kicking his legs, groaning in pain. The crowd starts another "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant.

Jerry Andrews: JESUS CHRIST, WHAT IMPACT!!

Ace Anderson: There's nothing in this environment that isn't breakable when Dominator is concerned!

Jerry Andrews: Matches like this, under the watch of Dominator, have become a spectacle on their own. The champion is unparallelled in creativity and brutality.

Ace Anderson: I'm with you Andrews. All of these battles Dominator has had, all the wars with Johnny Matthews, Hiroshi Yukio, and so many others, and he keeps raising the bar. But how much is the cost?

Dominator blinks his eyes and wearily starts rolling over the guardrail. He winces and grips at his side, but he reaches down and picks Goodstone up. Goodstone is just laid out groaning in the aisle. Dominator wearily throws Goodstone into the ring apron and then he reaches down, ripping up the padding to expose the concrete underneath. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation as Dominator pulls a weakened Goodstone up. He sets him on his shoulders and then rises up, attempting to put him in position for an Alabama Slamma, very clearly he intends to drive Goodstone back first full force into the concrete. However at the last second before Dominator shoulders Goodstone down, Goodstone elbows Dominator very sharply in the ear and he slides down in front off the shoulder, gripping the massive head of Dominator and completing the falling momentum, albeit not in a way Dominator would have liked, by bringing Dominator down into the concrete with a head-splitting dangerous DDT! The crowd reacts in amazement.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone just countered the Day Break!

Ace Anderson: This might be the (I'm sorry) Break he needs to get back in this!

The crowd roars as Goodstone pulls himself to his feet after another few moments recuperating from the near ending move on the concrete block. Goodstone breathes heavily, but then a devious smirk pans across his lips. Dominator is very weak and not able to do more than roll to his knees, the effect of the DDT taking a lot out of him. Arsen rakes Dominator across the eyes before using all of his remaining strength to lever him back into the ring. The crowd begins to stir as Arsen reaches underneath the ring where he pulls out a barbwire wrapped steel chair! Naturally the crowd is losing it's mind at the introduction of a new and dangerous element. Arsen slides back into the ring before working his way to his feet. He wipes the blood from his face as Dominator is shown pushing himself up on all fours. Goodstone comes forward as he raises the barbwire wrapped chair in the air before crashing it across the back of Dominator. The barbwire shreds into Dominator's flesh as Arsen pulls it from his back!

Ace Anderson: We knew it was going to be violent, we knew it was going to be brutal, but what these two men are doing to each other tonight isn't legal in 48 out of the 50 states!

Arsen lays the barbwire chair flat on the mat before reaching down picking a bloody Dominator up off the mat. He positions Dominator yet again for a piledriver! Dominator counters the piledriver with a back body drop sending Arsen crashing back first across the top portion of the steel steps that were left in the ring. The crowd explodes as Dominator staggers forward where he reaches down picking the chair up off the mat to an even louder ovation! Arsen starts working his way to his feet, once standing he turns around looking for Dominator who comes forward and bashes Arsen directly in the face with a baseball like swing from the barbwrire steel chair further ripping into Arsen's face! The crowd erupts at the ultraviolent display.

Jerry Andrews: This is obscene!! That could have destroyed his face!

Ace Anderson: He ain't pretty no more... eesh...

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone is a bloody mess and I don't even want to think about the impact. He has to be out of it.

Dominator throws the barbed chair away and rests against the ropes, unable to make his legs work for the moment. Then, he looks down at Goodstone, and a dark look crosses his face. He roars in anger to the crowd, with his arms out, and then drops down for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: One...















Two...













Jerry Andrews: This is it. It has to be. Goodstone hasn't moved since that barbed wire steel chair met his skull.

Three- KICKOUT!!

The crowd comes unglued, and Dominator shoots up, looking at the referee in shock. He shouts that that was bollocks, as they say over there. He gets to his feet, pointing at the bloody mess that is Goodstone and telling him he should be down for ten. He says he's going to make sure and then he lifts Goodstone up. Goodstone springs to life by violently raking the eyes of the big man. Dominator howls in pain and stumbles away. Now Goodstone shoves him onto the ropes and the mercenary takes the moment to wrap Dominator's arm up and tie him into the ropes. Now, the bleeding, wounded and broken challenger holds his arms up, roaring like he's gained a new fire and he begins laying in with a succession of hard haymakers, time and time again. To be clear, these aren't regular punches...these are wake-up-tomorrow punches. Goodstone pounds Dominator's face until blood pours from scores of wounds, just as badly bruised and bloodied as his own face had gotten from the assault of the barbed wire steel chair. The hits keep coming until finally, Dominator slips free of the ropes and falls to the mat. Now it's Goodstone's turn to roar and hold his arms out to the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone, with the Big Man!

Ace Anderson: Confusing name, but it's... damned effective.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone just laid into Dominator's face full force until he slumped back down. Those bones could have turned into powder.

Goodstone goes for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: One...















Two...















Three- KICKOUT!

Goodstone can't believe it, and a massive reaction goes up from the crowd. He runs his hands through his hair and wipes his eyes in disbelief. He plaintively looks at the referee, begging him to tell him it was three.

Jerry Andrews: It'll take more than that to dethrone Dominator!

Ace Anderson: I seriously don't know what either man has left, they've destroyed the entire ringside area.

Goodstone lifts Dominator, giving him some short, half-hatched knee strikes, plowing into his temple again and again. Finally, he gets up but keeps wrist control, trying to muscle the superheavyweight up and partially succeeding. He pulls Dominator up to a knee, and yanks him into a hard knee trembler. Goodstone snarks some choice words at the Zenith and tells him it's over, and tries to whip him off the ropes, but at the last second Dominator reverses the irish whip and as Goodstone comes back he is goozled and then cah-RUSHED with a one armed chokeslam, all in one smooth, falling motion. Dominator's lips peel back in a feral snarl, and he lifts the winded Goodstone up yet again, not letting him have a moment's respite as he gutwrenches him up and then annihilates him with a, well, move he is named after, the Dominator. Or Namesake.

Jerry Andrews: THE NAMESAKE! DOMINATOR WENT HARD INTO THAT ONE!

Ace Anderson: These two men have spent every bit they can, now they're just down to beating the life out of each other mano a mano.

Dominator shoves Goodstone's head and pushes down on his throat with an elbow as he pins.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















Two...















Three - KICKOUT!!

Jerry Andrews: What more can he do? What more can either man do?!

Ace Anderson: Think of all the people who have faced Dominator. How many gave him this hard a time to keep the Underground title around his waist?

Dominator slinks into the corner. That dark, embittered look has crossed his face again, and he shakes his head, muttering to himself. His voice starts getting louder as he begins berating Goodstone, telling him "You will never have this, you will never take the Underground from me. I am the KING, do you hear me? THE KING!" as he waits in the corner. Goodstone continues to try and recover, his eyes have a thousand yard stare as he tries to roll over and get to his knees.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is just staring a hole in Goodstone, swearing that he will never take his title, his pride.

Dominator is set in the corner, ranting as he's crouched and coiled in a deadly position. He barks across the ring, motioning for Goodstone to get up as he yells "Do you hear me?! NEVER!" and he begins another deadly charge in Goodstone's direction. The last one knocked them through a guardrail. This is intended as a guided missile, a deadly Gore right through the midsection. However just before the Gore connects, Goodstone leapfrogs over Dominator, who's momentum keeps him going across the ring! Dominator Gores the turnbuckles so hard that the top turnbuckle breaks!! The top ropes fall like spaghetti strands around the ring on an entire side, and Dominator is knocked back, stumbling and holding his shoulder and chest in agony at the mighty impact!

Jerry Andrews: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!

Ace Anderson: Dominator went for the Force of Time, but the force was enough to break those turnbuckles and the top rope!!

The referee holds his hands to his head in "What the fuck just happened" fashion and the crowd is going insane, chanting "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" and "THIS IS AWESOME". Goodstone has recovered his feet, and he stands on the side of the ring where the top turnbuckle hasn't broken and he glares across the ring at Dominator, who is stumbling and holding his shoulder. Dominator slips over the slack length of top rope on his side of the ring, too hurt to do anything else. Goodstone backs into the still taut ropes on his side and charges at the beaten Dominator as he pulls himself up and he plows into Dominator with a running punch delivered like a clothesline from hell. Dominator's head snaps to the side, spit flies from his mouth, and his head bobs at all different angles, as he crumples. The crowd lets out a humongous gasp as Dominator falls with finality.

Jerry Andrews: DEBT COLLECTOR!!!

Ace Anderson: Goodstone laid out the big man with that titanic hit!!

Goodstone kicks the slack rope from the broken turnbuckle out of his way as he drops down for a cover. The referee, still in shock at the broken top rope, shakes out of it and drops down to slap the mat.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THREE!!!

Ding Ding Ding

The camera gets a look at several fans at ringside who are looking on in disbelief. Open mouths, hands resting over their heads with their fingers laced, looking to the person in the next seat to discern if this is really happening. There is silence in the arena until the officially announcement is made.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... AND NEEEEEEEWWWW! PURE CLASS WRESTLING UNDERGROUND CHAMPION... ARSEN GOODSTONE!!

"Ghost" by Clutch hits on the PA and the bloodied, bruised and tattered Goodstone breathes heavily. As the referee hands him the Underground Championship a look of disbelief crosses his face. The crowd had been shocked into silence, but in the moment he is handed the title a thunderous ovation comes over the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: I - I don't believe what we're seeing right here! Dominator has been beaten cleanly for the first time! We, we have a new Underground champion!!

Ace Anderson: It's been ten months of absolute destruction but on this night, the mighty Dominator has fallen!

Goodstone struggles to stand, and he lets out an incoherent roar, holding his hard-fought title aloft as the referee goes to raise his hand. Dominator rolls under the bottom rope.

Jerry Andrews: The complexion of the Underground division has undergone a seismic shift! Goodstone has done it!

Ace Anderson: But what does this mean for the former champion? What is Dominator going to do now? What does he do after losing the title he's defined this entire year?

Dominator is pulling himself up on the guardrail, grimacing and breathing heavily, and he finally looks up to see Goodstone standing in the ring with his title.

Jerry Andrews: One hell of a main event, and one hell of a moment. That is for sure. Thank you for being with us here on Trauma. Good night.

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