Post by Rick Majors on Aug 18, 2019 22:23:51 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Return to Glory X
Return to Glory X
Sunday August 18th, 2019
Only on PCW Network
Oh no, you will never know me
Let go, you will never own me
No more like before
Never gonna be, never gonna be yours
On my life, I'm never going back
I never say die and I ain't starting, yeah
Tell no lies, I'm never going back
My back's against the wall, but I know who I am
Never go, never going back
Never
Can you hear me?
Never
Let go, you will never own me
No more like before
Never gonna be, never gonna be yours
On my life, I'm never going back
I never say die and I ain't starting, yeah
Tell no lies, I'm never going back
My back's against the wall, but I know who I am
Never go, never going back
Never
Can you hear me?
Never
"Never Going Back" by Skillet blares throughout the arena as PCW Return to Glory hits the air, live on the PCW Network!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the landmark TENTH edition of PCW Return to Glory! I'm Jerry Andrews and, of course, I'm joined by my broadcast partner, PCW Hall of Famer Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: Thanks Jerry! What an evening we have for you tonight! You know what they say, anything can happen in this business and, woah, did the most recent episode of Trauma ever shake up this show!
Jerry Andrews: That's putting it lightly! Not only was Kyle Shane brutally attacked by David Hunter, who will now challenge Dominator for the North American Championship, but Sicko was brutalized and put out of action as well...
Ace Anderson: Yeah, right after one of the most shocking moments in PCW history! The devastating reign of Sicko was ended by the man named Razor Blade!
Jerry Andrews: What's going to happen tonight? There's a buzz in this building that makes me think it's going to be something big!
Ace Anderson: And speaking of something big...
The screen flickered to life as a subtle but ominous theme performed by a full orchestra played over the top of flashing video highlights. "Requiem For A Dream" had been composed by Clint Mansell and performed by Kronos Quartet. The images on the screen were incredibly distorted, making it nearly impossible to tell what was being seen. You could make out, but only barely, a barrage of high impact wrestling maneuvers being performed by what appeared to be the same person, but to numerous opponents.
POWERBOMB!!
Someone on the video had been launched across the ring with a Running Jackknife Release Powerbomb and the image on the screen shook and went to static as if the video feed had broken from the impact. After a few minutes of ear splitting static, the screen lit up with various clips of more maneuvers.
POWERBOMB!!
For the second time in a row after a long montage of throws, slams, and suplexes; it was a Running Jackknife Release Powerbomb that caused the image on the screen to distort until it appeared to break the video feed. As before with the static on the screen, this happened once more. When the image returned there were no more maneuvers. This time, there was a dimly lit room with a massive man standing far enough from the view of the camera to not give away a single sign as to who he was. In a gruff, deep voice, he managed to whisper yet shout at the exact same time.
“The bodycount is rising!”
As the words of The Behemoth Brute bellowed from the public announce speakers, in a glow of red lights, Lusus appeared from behind the stage curtain. His massive frame covered by his wrestling singlet, his identity protected by his mask. The fans boo'd as Lusus taunted them from the entrance stage.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... LUSUS!!
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: And, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand.
Sasha Greene: He is the Force of Nature... STORMM!
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Singles Match
Stormm vs Lusus
Referee: Charles Lim
The two men face off in the center of the ring. They lock up. Stormm shoves Lusus back. They lock up again, this time Stormm follows his shove with a kick to the midsection. He then pulls his opponent to his feet, before dropping him with a Russian leg sweep.
Jerry Andrews: Strong start by Stormm here.
Ace Anderson: It’s almost like Lusus forgot to show up!
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, right. Like someone would do that.
Stormm pulls Lusus up, but now it’s his turn to take a kick to the stomach. Lusus grabs Stormm in a headlock. He now punches Stormm in the head. From there Lusus releases the hold and he clotheslines Stormm down to the mat. Lusus now pulls Stormm up and he hits him with an atomic drop. Stormm stumbles around and Lusus clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside!
Ace Anderson: WOW! Stormm taking a beating now!
Jerry Andrews: I did not expect this! What power by this monster Lusus!
Lusus now climbs up the top ropes. As Stormm stands up, Lusus leaps through the ropes and he catches Stormm with a flying shoulderblock.
Jerry Andrews: WOW! What a move by the big man! This could be over QUICKLY!
Lusus now rolls Stormm into the ring. Lusus follows him. He now goes for the cover:
1......
2......
Kickout by Stormm! Lusus now pulls Stormm up once again. He hits him with a right hand to the face. He now sends Stormm down to the mat with a DDT! Lusus now climbs to the top ropes! Lusus leaps off of the ropes and…
Jerry Andrews: NOBODY HOME!
Ace Anderson: Big mistake by Lusus! Now Stormm can get back into this match!
Jerry Andrews: We'd be wiping Stormm up off the mat if that move hit!
Stormm gets to his feet. He pulls Lusus with him, only to send him back down with a big implant DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Ouch! And a cover now!
Ace Anderson: Lusus kicks out! Stormm went for the cover WAY too early!
Stormm now stands up. He pulls Lusus to his feet and he hits him with a snap suplex! Stormm now mounts Lusus and he starts to unload on him with punches.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm just brutalizing Lusus here.
Ace Anderson: So much for that early advantage…
The referee now pulls Stormm off of Lusus. Stormm takes a moment before stepping forwarding and pulling Lusus to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex. Lusus blocks it and he hits Stormm with a suplex of his own! Lusus now stomps on Stormm. He now sets him up, but Stormm fights his way out. He then spikes Lusus into the mat with a DDT!
Jerry Andrews: This could be it…
1….
2…..
Kickout! Both men are up now. They run at each other, each attempting a clothesline! They knock each other down!
Ace Anderson: Both men thinking the same thing there!
Jerry Andrews: And now both men are down!
Lusus gets up to his feet first. He stomps on Stormm. He now pulls him to his feet. Lusus now hits Stormm with a piledriver. Lusus delivers a legdrop to Stormm' chest. He now goes for a cover:
1......
2......
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Ace Anderson: The Behemoth Brute Lusus trying to wear Stormm down here!
Lusus pulls Stormm to his feet. Lusus now sets Stormm up again, but again Stormm fights free.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the tenacity of Stormm in this match!
Stormm pushes Lusus down to the mat. Lusus climbs up again and he slugs his opponent before locking him in a headlock! Stormm pushes him down once again! Stormm now leaps off of the ropes with a missile drop kick! Lusus dodges it and quickly goes for a cover:
1......
2......
Jerry Andrews: Stormm kicks out!
Ace Anderson: Lusus can't let that phase him! He has to stay on him!
Lusus now pulls Stormm to his feet. He now sets him up for a piledriver! Stormm blocks the move and he hits Lusus with a back bodydrop!
Jerry Andrews: Another counter by Stormm!
Both men are back to their feet now. Stormm leaps up and he hits Lusus with a kick! Stormm runs off of the ropes and he hits Lusus with a running leg drop! Stormm gets back up to his feet, but so does Lusus! Stormm runs off of the ropes, but Lusus hits him with a big boot to the face! Lusus now sets Stormm up for a powerbomb!
Ace Anderson: This is going to end it!
Jerry Andrews: NO!
Stormm drops to his knees and he rolls Lusus up quickly!
1.....
2.....
Ace Anderson: Kickout!
Stormm doesn’t hesitate. As both competitors get to their feet, he grabs Lusus, setting him up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of his head, and Lusus' left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Lusus’ left leg, lifting it up close to his own torso, and then lifts him up into the cradle suplex position. Stormm then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Lusus is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back.
Jerry Andrews: THE FORCE OF NATURE!
Ace Anderson: Oh my God!!!
The cover:
1…
2….
3!!!
Winner: Stormm
Jerry Andrews: A big victory for Stormm tonight!
Ace Anderson: I have to admit, it was impressive!
Everything suddenly turns colorful. Crayola saturated colorful. The camera shot begins at ringside, then goes up the stage and through the curtain, and makes its way to a hallway filled with sky blues, puffy whites, and a bright yellow sun with a scribble guitar.
Lucy Willard sweetly launches into her version of a popular nursery rhyme:
Backstage is where we are
Backstage is where we are
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
Backstage is where we are
Look who's inside the room
Look who's inside the room
High-ho Return-to Glory-oh
Look who's inside the room
The child is with his mommy
The child is with his mommy
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
The child is with his mommy
Mommy has a plan
Mommy has a plan
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
Mommy has a plan
The child supports it
The child supports it
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
The child supports it
Majors made a mistake
Majors made a mistake
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
Majors made a mistake
The child is going to win
The child is going to win
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
The child is going to win
They will celebrate
They will celebrate
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
They will celebrate
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
Love is in the air
It's time to go to the ring
It's time to go to the ring
High-ho Return to Glory-oh
It's time to go to the ring
Every section was highlighted in an animated childlike drawing style. Stick figure people. Pink hearts. Thunderclouds. The verses spotlight what was being shown on the screen. After Lucy finishes, a still shot of her and Seromine in stick figure form with cheery objects around them is left as a freeze frame until the show moves on.
The camera then cuts to where we see David Hunter entering a hallway through the parking lot. He has black aviators on along with some blue jeans, black and white converse, and a black t-shirt with a diamond on it, with four diamonds inside with the colors, from left to right: white, blue, pink, and yellow.
As he walks down the hallway, his black suitcase follows, rolling behind him and covering up his footsteps.
Shane Dodge approaches from the left, joining him at his side, microphone in hand.
Shane Dodge: David Hunter, at the last Trauma, the Icey’s, you said—
Before Shane can get very far, David stops. He grabs the mic from Shane’s hand. He takes off his shades, hooking them in the collar of his shirt.
David Hunter: Shane…I’m sorry for how I treated you at the Icey’s, but if you don’t get out of my face, I’m going to throw you that wall.
Shane responds as most would by bolting off camera. David looks back up, staring deep into the lens.
David Hunter: I’ve been told for ages that a lot of what I say is too monotone or too boring or too repetitive, and recently, too hypocritical. But it’s funny…things are only a problem…when I do them.
David takes a moment to pause.
David Hunter: I want to take over the show, and cause a little chaos? It’s fine if Sicko does it, but if it’s me, I get fined. I complain about how the refs screw me over? It’s fine if Kyle does it, but if it’s me, I get ignored. I talk about anything for a span of time? It’s fine if Dominator does it, but if it’s me, I get criticized. You said a lot of things Dominator, and if I was a worse man, I’d criticize that too, but one of the things you mentioned was that I wanted glory, but I threw my Icey away.
David takes a few breaths.
David Hunter: Do I want gold? Yes. I want it. I want it so damn bad that I spent my own hard-earned money to make my own championship. But if you think, when I Aaron Rodgersed that award and nearly took off the head of a production guy, that was me saying no? You’re fucking delusional, pal. The Icey’s are nothing but a popularity contest for those that give a shit. It means nothing. That piece of gold you’re wearing? That means everything, and that’s what I want. The boos? They mean nothing. Our talk? It means nothing. Me, talking, right now, before the match, before anything important happens on this show? It means nothing because I’m criticized for that too.
David snorts, a humorless chuckle escaping from his mouth.
David Hunter: I’m criticized for everything I do, so if you think you’re special because you joined in on the action, think again, Dom. And sorry, if I’ve been a bit flustered the last few weeks, if my words managed to mix together. I’ve been stuck in a cell for two months, only allowed out for two hours…and to be here. And it’s funny…you mentioned Razor Blade “did what I couldn’t do” by beating Sicko, and yeah, I was out there, raising my bae above, with that gold in his hands…but who really beat Sicko? Who really walked out of there? It wasn’t Sicko…and it wasn’t Kyle Shane.
David cracks his neck, focusing on the black in the iris of the lens.
David Hunter: You know, probably more than anybody on this roster, how tough it is to keep Kyle Shane down. Nobody could do it for a year, and even if they beat him, they couldn’t keep him down. I…kept him down. So if you’re worried that I’m not good enough, if I’m not thinking enough to beat you, then think again. You won last time…but it wasn’t without wear and tear. You walked into the finals with bruised covering your body because I took you to your limit. Why is tonight different? Because this is the only outlet I have left.
David readjusts the mic in his hand. He speaks the next paragraph clear and concise.
David Hunter: In this ring…or outside of it…my life has been about survival. For years I’ve learned to survive, because if I couldn’t, I’d be dead. Do you think you’re special because you’re holding what I want and we’re facing each other on opposite sides?
For the first time since speaking, David cracks a smirk.
David Hunter: You’re nothing…but a big bad…waiting to fall. And whether I’m cheered or booed out there…it won’t make a difference when I claim that North American Title…and you’re left on the mat…broken…beaten…and defeated. It’s no different than the usual. I’ve been killing guys like you all my life. What the hell makes you think you’re better than them?
David drops the mic, sending it to the floor with a loud pop. He then walks off camera before it cuts to the arena.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for---
Sasha's mic is suddenly cut off. There appears to be a glitch happening in the arena. Commentary audio goes garbled. The lights feel strained. The picture for those at home is nothing more than a test pattern.
Normalcy eventually returns and when it does, the show is live in the back showing Seromine and Rick Majors brawling down a hallway. They exchange stiff shots and put the walls around them to use in punishing the other. The cameraman winds up getting knocked down at one point as the two enemies move out of the picture. The faithful love what they saw on the tron, and want more. The savages!
Jerry Andrews: Our next match is supposed to be Seromine vs Rick Majors, but one or both of them couldn't wait to start in the ring.
Ace Anderson: They're out here now!
Majors has Seromine at a disadvantage on the stage. He lays the boots to him while he is trying to crawl away. Seromine can be heard pleading with, "Mommy said we can be friends again!" Majors declines by slamming him back and forth against the rails. Seromine shoves Rick away, then staggers for the ring. Rick clotheslines him from behind. Seromine collides with the ring apron before he is pushed inside. Majors climbs into the ring with a demand for Ty Little.
"Ring that damn bell."
It's called for and this is now officially beginning.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Singles Match
Seromine vs Rick Majors
Referee: Ty Little
Seromine scurries for refuge from his mother, but she's nowhere to be found. Majors patiently follows him everywhere he goes, savoring the pathetic sight before him. Seromine, realising the situation, tries to escape anyway. Majors drags him to the center of the ring and unloads shot after shot from a kneeling position. Each shot has the fans full support.
Seromine is taken to the corners. After the last, Majors proceeds to stomp away on him and dangerously close to the five count that would disqualify him. Majors returns as Seromine ducks between the ropes, forcing Ty to back Rick off. Inbetween coughs, Seromine says, "Mommy! Where are you?!"
Seromine makes sure the referee is doing his job from the corner of his eye. Rick has to practically be restrained from moving in. Seromine weakly pulls himself under the bottom rope to lick his wounds and regroup. Majors circles past Ty Little to go out after him. Seromine is spun around for a ring post spot. "That really hurt!" he yells to unsympathetic ears.
Jerry Andrews: I don't know if anyone noticed or not, but Rick Majors had the door to Seromine's locker room blocked off.
Ace Anderson: So now we know who instigated the fight.
Jerry Andrews: Seromine deserves every single bit of what's being done to him. His "mommy" can't save him from that!
They return inside of the ring. Seromine gets sent to a corner. Majors rushes right into him with a forearm to the face. He sends him to the opposite corner for another successful forearm smash. Seromine is lead out with a running bulldog. Majors rolls him over for a pin.
1!
Seromine kicks out. Majors brings him up just enough to deliver Half Hatch Knee Strikes. Seromine manages to counter one of them into a T bone suplex! Majors clutches his back. Seromine remains down, but is stirring. He rolls to his feet and attempts to get himself settled. Seromine takes notice of where Majors is. The moment the opportunity presents itself, Majors is ran front first to the corner and given a Rolling German suplex for a successful WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS! Seromine keeps him bridged.
1!
Majors kicks out with little trouble. Seromine props him up on his hands and knees. Those hands become the target of a double stomp. Majors is stood up. Seromine hits the ropes and comes back with a STIFF lariat that's delivered with a slide. Majors collapses into the prone position with his neck clasped. Seromine reaches over and pats him on the head like a child would a cat or a dog.
Jerry Andrews: Seromine has got himself back on track, unfortunately.
Ace Anderson: Your bias is showing. I think you resent him because you didn't have a loving mother growing up.
Jerry Andrews (deadpan): Yeah, that's what it is. It couldn't be that there's nothing good to say about him, past or present.
Seromine takes further control of Rick Majors in the corner. Rick hits him with heavy strikes, but that only causes Seromine to tighten the tag rope around his throat while obstructing Ty Little's view with his back. Seromine goes into imaginary land. He begins to mimic Rick's gasping after the tag rope is let go. He drops to the ground to sell things while suggesting it was Majors who was underhanded.
This of course gets him booed out of the arena and a rousing chorus of BULLSHIT. As Ty checks on Majors, Seromine looks to the camera and winks, confirming what is already known. After he gets up, he has to sell a story to the ref. "How can you accuse ME? Mommy always told me to place nice with others!" Ty Little gives him a warning about his underhanded tactics. Seromine ignores every word he says. Rick greets Seromine with THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION as he moves in.
Seromine drops like a tree in the forest after that signature move. Majors rolls over to hook a leg.
1!
2!
Seromine throws a shoulder up to the overwhelming disapproval of the faithful. Rick takes Seromine by the head and begins slamming the back of it off the mat. He is then sent to the far corner where he flips up into sitting on top. Rick doesn't give him an inch. Reverse suplex! YEARS OF PAIN! Seromine is cranked back in the LeBell Lock!
His flexibility gets tested as Majors really cranks back.
Jerry Andrews: Rick is trying to end Seromine early!
Seromine writhes in pain as he tries reaching for anything he can. Majors scoots him around any time it even appears like he could be successful. Ty Little is there to confirm a tap out should one happen. Seromine fights and fights as his back gets torqued. His saving grace is being long legged. Ty is forced to make Rick let go. Majors is frustrated by this, but hangs on until the last possible second. This enables Seromine to slide himself out onto the apron.
Rick goes over to grab him. Seromine wraps himself around the bottom rope, immediately forcing Ty Little to back him off. This time Majors will have none of it. He reaches through the ropes and is drilled with a knee to the temple. Majors drops against the middle rope holding his head. Seromine uncoils after pulling himself down the rope length like he were climbing above some sort of pit. He uses the middle and top to get to his feet and then goes to pull Rick out until his feet are touching the middle rope.
DDT onto the arena floor! Majors is impaled by with an unnatural landing targeting his neck. It's really cringe worthy. Seromine is shown laughing on the floor about how silly Majors looks (his words). Seromine gets to his feet and tumbles towards the ring apron. He pushes Rick's feet off the rope and takes a breather to gain his wits again. Seromine hops over the rail after pulling Rick up. He turns them around and drops for a rail assisted neckbreaker!
Jerry Andrews: Brutal! Just brutal!
Ace Anderson: Now Seromine is finding his groove. Rick could need another surgery after this.
Seromine takes things back into the ring. He allows Rick to crawl away from him, but while he taps him with his foot. He makes the buzzing noise from when you touch the metal sides in Operation each time. Seromine brings Majors to his feet for a European uppercut. Rick gives one right back. Seromine lands a second. Rick responds in kind. There won't be a third because of an arm trap neckbreaker from Seromine. He hooks the legs.
1!
2!
Rick kicks out. Seromine dumps him head first into the corner. An Irish whip is followed with a Great Muta style handspring elbow. Majors stumbles like a drunk out of a bar. Seromine has since gone outside of the ring. He takes flight with a springboard forearm, STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT is hit flush! Seromine hooks the legs.
1!
2!
Majors kicks out! "You were supposed to stay down!" Seromine tries again.
1!
2!
The result is the same. Seromine starts to pull at his hair. Rick refuses to stay down, no matter what is done to him. Seromine sets him up for a possible piledriver. Majors resists. Back body drop! Seromine lands on his feet and then barrel rolls to the ropes. Majors turns in time to duck a discus lariat. Reverse DDT! Both men are down.
MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS!
The rallying cry begins. Rick is still favoring the back of his neck. Seromine's hands are under his head. His eyes are barely open. Majors pushes himself through the pain in an effort to stand up. Seromine starts to stir towards that direction. They wind up looking eye to eye. Seromine throws a shot. Rick fires back. Seromine throws a shot. Rick fires back. Seromine throws a shot. Rick fires back. Then gets another. Another. Another, until finally he brawls his way to the upper hand.
Jerry Andrews: Rick is getting stronger! He has Seromine on his heels.
Running clothesline turns Seromine inside out and Majors explodes to an adoring faithful. He does some neck exercises before setting his sights on Seromine, who at this moment is looking for any way to get out of dodge. Rick guides him by the arm, but it turns into a hook kick! Seromine is lifted and sent into the corner. He gets the boots up. Seromine runs Rick to the far corner and hits the ropes.
LITTLE BOY BLUE is sidestepped! Majors puts Seromine in a side headlock, but Seromine fights off MAJOR DAMAGE. He looks for a back suplex, only for Rick to flip over. Seromine is spun around. Boot to the midsection. BELIEVE IN THIS. No! Seromine counters into a short-arm clothesline. Majors is brought forward into a DDT position. Rick fights his way out of it. Boot to the midsection...
Jerry Andrews: THE MAJOR IMPACT!
Ace Anderson: This is a travesty!
Rick may be getting the full support of the crowd and very well could have Seromine beat for the 1-2-3, but he has a different idea in mind for his former cohort. Seromine is brought to his feet. THE MAJOR IMPACT is delivered with exactly that: Major Impact. Seromine winds up landing near the ropes. Out of the ring he falls, looking well past being gone. Rick processes the situation and isn't about to accept a victory via count-out.
He steps out to the floor. Ty Little steps in since it appears Seromine may be out cold. Rick pulls a dead weight Seromine to his feet, but is suddenly thrust into Ty Little, sending him crashing into the steel steps. Seromine drags himself to a knee with the use of the ring skirt. His eyes are glassy, his legs have little left and he looks like someone on the cusp of defeat. Rick checks on Ty Little, but turns his attention to Seromine. He meets him back in the ring.
Jerry Andrews: I think Rick may have one more nail for Seromine's coffin!
Ace Anderson: This can't be happening!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, but it is, and I love it!
As does Rick Majors. He takes one look at the faithful. Their chants and cheers aren't really influencing, but it feels like what he is about to do is as much for them as it is for himself. Rick leans down to bridge Seromine's arms. He has them and now to...
Jerry Andrews: What the---?!
Rick spots an intruder standing behind Seromine. This intruder has a steel chair and an innocent grin on their face. They are also cosplaying as Minnie Mouse. He looks up and sees none other than Destiny Willard! She mouths "hello!" and then absolutely pastes him with the weapon. It draws the ire of the faithful, but Destiny doesn't care. In fact, she curtsies!
Destiny gets rid of the evidence and then starts to help her husband to his feet. He holds onto her for dear life. Destiny whispers something in his ear that gets him smiling. She skips around to Rick, getting under his arms to lift him. Her attention is squarely on Seromine. "Now, babe!" Seromine DRILLS Rick with a running busaiku knee kick. LITTLE BOY BLUE!
Ace Anderson: She's baaack! His voice of reason and better half has graced us again!
Jerry Andrews: Speak for yourself, because this is ridiculous! Seromine needed his wife to help him win this.
Ace Anderson: Or Rick lost it himself by not going for the pin when he had the chance. Don't project, Jerry.
Seromine and Destiny are full of joy as their plan has just been executed. She is deployed to get Ty Little back inside. A suddenly revitalized Seromine puts his middle fingers on Rick, then demands a count.
1.
2.
3.
Ty calls for the bell as the fans boo Mr. And Mrs. Willard the hell out of the arena.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Seromine!
Destiny leaps onto him like he just won the World Title again. They passionately lip lock with Destiny getting tilted in a dip. After that finishes, she eagerly rips off Seromine's button-up shirt.
Jerry Andrews (beside himself): It just went from bad to worse!
Sure enough, Seromine has on a shirt bearing the anarchy symbol, effectively declaring that Seromine is dead and gone. He and Destiny celebrate this whole matter, beaming from ear to ear, as they interlace fingers. He holds the ropes open for her, then exits after. They don't give anyone a second thought all the way to their departure.
Winner: Seromine
Jerry Andrews: I don't know what to say. Rick had him beat. Destiny Willard has returned. Now, we have The Anarchist to deal with again. I sure hope President Loki has plenty of aspirin, because we're all going to need it.
Ace Anderson: Can this night get any better?
Jerry Andrews: Maybe, because the Underground is coming up!
Ace Anderson: OH BABY!
“CLICK CLICK”
The sounds of a bullet being loaded into a chamber is heard as the house lights dim and a blue crosshair illuminates on the screen. The crosshair twitches ever so slightly until it’s perfectly still and a single thunderous gunshot sound rings out through the arena immediately followed by “Never Back Down” by Hyro The Hero.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the PCW Underground Championship!
Elijah Dixon steps through the curtain, head bobbing to his music as his eyes focus on the ring and he makes the walk. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom ropes and waits for the match to start.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio: ELIJAH DIXON!
Jerry Andrews: Dixon making his PCW debut tonight, and he's stepping right into the first with an Underground Title match!
Ace Anderson: What a place to debut. Who's his agent?
"The Truth Reigns" begins to play. Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience in walks down the steps in high fives his fans and walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his the bell to ring.
Jerry Andrews: And there you see the man who ended the brutal reign of Sicko. Sometimes it looked like Sicko would destroy everyone in the division, but Razor Blade kept coming for him and he eventually got him!
Ace Anderson: What a place to debut. Who's his agent?
"The Truth Reigns" begins to play. Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience in walks down the steps in high fives his fans and walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his the bell to ring.
Jerry Andrews: And there you see the man who ended the brutal reign of Sicko. Sometimes it looked like Sicko would destroy everyone in the division, but Razor Blade kept coming for him and he eventually got him!
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida, he is the PCW Underground Champion: RAZOR BLADE!
PCW Underground Championship
Razor Blade (PCW Underground 👑) vs Elijah Dixon
Referee: Nigel Gale
Elijah and Razor begin to circle the ring. The bell rings and they step forward locking up. Razor drives Dixon into the corner. Razor hits a few strong forearms. He then whips him across the ring . . CRACK . . Dixon hits the turnbuckle with a thud. Elijah stumbles out of the corner. Razor then drives out of his corner, and hits Elijah with a chopblock takedown.
Jerry Andrews: Taking out Elijah's knees.
Ace Anderson: Razor Blade shocked the world when he won the Underground title. He beat Rick Majors the show before. Is he about to go three-for-three?
Dixon gets up and steps toward his opponent, kneeing Razor in the stomach, bending him down. He whips him into the adjacent set of ropes. Razor bounces off the ropes and as he comes back hit quickly hits Dixon with a powerful clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: That clothesline made Dixon go down hard!!
Ace Anderson: Razor Blade came to play tonight!
Jerry Andrews: You have to give Razor credit. He's had some struggles, but he always shows up and he always gives 100%. And that's paying off for him these days.
Razor Blade picks Dixon off the mat and whips him to the ropes. Dixon bounces off, and as he comes back off he is meet with a devastating Tilt awhirl Slam by Razor Blade.
Jerry Andrews: Razor goes for the early pin!
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Jerry Andrews: Dixon gets the shoulder up
Razor Blade has a look of disappointment on his face and he gets back on his feet. He picks Dixon up once again but Dixon start hitting Razor with left and right jabs in the side.
Jerry Andrews: Right and left jabs into the ribs of Razor Blade. Dixon is gaining back the momentum.
Dixon then starts throwing haymakers to the jaw of Razor Blade, knocking him into the corner. Dixon ends the array of punches with a knee to Razor's stomach. Dixon then climbs on top of Razor and starts punching him in the head… but suddenly Razor Blade gains some strength and powerbombs his opponent down to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade showing his incredible power with that powerbomb! Razor Blade has a look of rage in his face and one has to wonder what that means for Dixon.
Ace Anderson: I'll tell you what it means, it means another miracle here tonight!
Razor Blade starts to stomp on Dixon's stomach. Razors then picks Dixon and tosses him to the other side of the ring. Razor starts to measure the groggy Dixon, waiting for him to fully stand on his feet. Razor then runs toward him and flips Dixon over the ropes with a big boot. The impact seems to shake the foundation of the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Dixon knocked to the outside now!
Ace Anderson: Welcome to PCW, Elijah Dixon, and welcome to the Underground!
Razor comes over the top rope splashing down on Dixon! Razor starts letting the fists fly. Dixon covers up and rolls Razor onto his back. Now it’s Dixon’s turn to unload with punches!
Jerry Andrews: Dixon fighting back! I like his spirit!
Dixon gets up now and he grabs Razor and slams his head into the ringside barrier. Dixon tries again, but Razor elbows him in the stomach. Razor grabs Dixon arm and slings him into the steel steps and they go flying. Razor pulls Elijah's leg and lifts up and slams his right knee into the outside mat. Dixon grabs his knee as Razor puts a couple of boots to the right knee. Razor then drops an elbow on Dixon. Razor locks Elijah into a headlock, but Dixon fights to get back to his feet.
Ace Anderson: Neither guy willing to give much in this match! What a back-and-forth contest!
Dixon with an elbow to the stomach, then another as Razor breaks the hold. Dixon grabs Razor and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Dixon pulls Razor to his feet. Dixon grabs Razor's arm and throws him into the guard rail once again. Dixon rushes towards him coming with a shoulder, but Razor moves, and Dixon slams shoulder first into the barrier!
Jerry Andrews: Dixon went to the well one too many times. Razor is now under the ring looking for a weapon!
Razor grabs a chair and slams it into the back of Dixon as he tries to get to his feet. Dixon drops back down, and Razor hits a couple more shots on him. Razor slides the chair into the ring as he pulls Dixon to his feet and throws him back into the ring.
Ace Anderson: Here we go with the weapons! Yesssss!!!!!!
Razor Blade takes a moment to reach under the ring and grab a few more chairs, tossing them into the ring. He enters now, but Dixon meets him, clocking him with the first chair!
Jerry Andrews: I think Razor forgot that he basically handed his opponent a weapon!
After a few more chair shots, Dixon lifts Razor up and slams him back first into the mat. Dixon drops to his knees and slides out of the ring. Now Dixon goes searching under the ring and he returns with a table! Suddenly he’s hit with a baseball slide, and the table goes crashing down on him as he hits the floor!
Ace Anderson: Razor’s not out of this yet!
Razor Blade pulls Elijah up, but Dixon catches him with a palm strike to the jaw. He then knees him in the stomach and sends him down to the floor with a judo throw. Dixon pulls Razor to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. Dixon goes to lift him. Razor shifts his weight, Razor reverses it into a suplex of his own. Razor floats it over and begins wailing on Dixon again. Dixon kicks him off of him, as Dixon gets back to his feet. Dixon with a boot to Razor's face knocking him down to the floor.
He pulls Razor up, but Razor shoves him backwards into the guard rail. He then grabs the steel steps that were previously displace and drops them onto the right knee of Dixon! Razor pulls Dixon to his feet, scoops him up, and slams him down onto the steps!
Jerry Andrews: Dixon could be in trouble here!
Ace Anderson: I think his knee could have been seriously injured by those steel steps!
Razor starts to set up the table. However, as he turns around, Dixon is up, connecting with a clothesline! Elijah Dixon now places Razor on the table! Razor fights his way off. He grabs Dixon in a headlock, but Dixon reverses into a northern lights suplex through the table!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!
Ace Anderson: Dixon back on the punishing end once again. This guy keeps bouncing back.
Dixon gets to his feet fight and he limps a few steps before picking up another steel chair. As Razor stands up, Dixon cracks the chair into the head of Razor. Razor goes down hard as he starts bleeding.
Ace Anderson: Dixon damn near takes Razor's head off!!!!!
Jerry Andrews: Brutal!!!
Dixon rolls the bloody Razor Blade into the ring. Inside, Dixon picks Razor up, kick him in the stomach, dropping him to one knee. He then hits a step up enziguri! Elijah hesitates a moment, grabbing his injured leg briefly before going for the pin:
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Razor kicks out.
Ace Anderson: He needed a moment to check on his knee and that may have cost him.
Jerry Andrews: Somehow Razor is still in this!
Elijah Dixon takes a few steps back, shaking off his injured leg. He waits for his opponent to stand…. when he does….
Jerry Andrews: Boom! He calls that the “Killshot!”
Ace Anderson: The cover!
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The bell rings!
Jerry Andrews: He’s done it! Elijah Dixon, in his first match, is the new Underground Champion!
Ace Anderson: RIP the reign of Razor Blade, welcome to the reign of Elijah Dixon!
Winner and NEW PCW Underground Champion: Elijah Dixon
Elijah celebrates with the title as he walks backstage. The scene then returns to the ring.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW North American Championship!
Jerry Andrews: It was a little over two months ago at our last pay per view, Return to Glory, that Dominator would eliminate David Hunter in the semi-finals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament.
Ace Anderson: That was then and this is now, Jer. David nearly beat the champ then and tonight, he gets his shot to not only prove Dominator is mortal, but also take his title in the process!
"Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal starts blaring on the PA speakers. The lights in the arena all go out, barring the spotlights on the stage. David Hunter comes out, adorned in his usual Hawaiian shirt. He steps to the stage, arms spread, chest exposed. He looks around at the crowd, breathing deeply and ready for what's to come, but otherwise focused on the ring in front of him. He cracks his wrist, neck, and knuckles, glancing around at the crowd before him.
Sasha Greene: From Tampa, Florida. Weighing 247 lbs, DAVID HUNTER!
As the drop begins, David pumps his fist forward, punching the air. David begins to walk to the ring, the lights in the arena coming on completely. His eyes focus on the ring in front of him, and shows heavy remnants of a scowl. He avoids the audience members looking for a high-five or some hope of touching him.
As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and something akin to a smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He takes off the Hawaiian shirt, tossing it towards the nearest body. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...to be accompanied by Horacio Mortimer...from Salisbury, England. He weighs 365 lbs...the PCW North American Champion, DOMINATOR!
Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…
DOMINATOR
The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.
The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides. Horacio follows his client at his own pace. Dominator 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 arm in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting it with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.
He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.
The ref calls for the bell. The sound of which is somewhat muted by the noise from the faithful.
PCW North American Championship
Dominator (PCW North American ©) vs David Hunter
Referee: Manny Cruz
DING!
DING!
DING!
The dominant Dominator has been dominating the competition since day one. Say that five times fast. David Hunter not only removed the Sicko roadblock that was in his way, he also saw to it that Kyle Shane wouldn't be able to challenge tonight. He had plenty of motive and now has himself an opportunity.
Hunter wastes no time in striking first. He goes right at the upper body of Dominator with everything he's got. He gets pushed away on no less than three occasions, but he swarms right back to bring the fight. Dominator absorbs the body blows and plays the waiting game with Hunter's burst of stamina. At the first second of burn off, he reintroduces himself to the challenger with a massive headbutt.
Hunter is staggered where he stands. Dominator goozles him around the throat. This enables a heave to the corner. Hunter winds up being stood up on the middle ropes, putting him in the perfect spot to kick Dominator in the face. He does it a second time to push him back. The champ lunges for the legs, but Hunter is too swift. He hops a level higher and then jumps off to get behind Dominator, this as Horacio barks out the amount of time Dom has to recover.
Hunter lays in strong style kicks at the bends of the knees, chopping Dominator down to size from his 7'1" stature. Realizing their ring position, a quick dropkick sends The Zenith face first into the turnbuckle. Not content with just once, Hunter makes sure Dominator further gets up close and personal by slamming him four more times with his foot pushing on the gas pedal.
Jerry Andrews: Disorientation could knock the champion off balance. Not a bad strategy in the early stages.
Ace Anderson: We'll see how long he can keep that up.
David backs away at the mandated five count. Dominator is left to sweep the cobwebs out, or what he can before Hunter charges his knee between the shoulderblades . Dominator tenses up, then is brought away from the corner. Hunter executes a running knee lift from the school of Curt Hennig, but it rotates through the air. Dominator takes advantage of the miss with Hunter turned away from him. He powers David into a reverse gorilla press slam.
The front first throw doesn't go to plan thanks to David landing on his feet. What happens next is a shoulderblock with enough force to launch David right out of the ring without anything to break his fall before the inevitable splat. Dominator pushes the ropes down like they were nothing, leg over leg, then a drop to the floor. Hunter is picked up by the neck. He's thrown backwards into the ring post with his feet lifted off the ground.
Dominator fakes him out by sensing a move was coming. Hunter turns thinking he's safe, but ends up getting plowed into the front row. A most pleased Horacio Mortimer can be seen in the background. Dominator brings David out with a hip toss to the ring ropes. Hunter grips them as soon as they are felt. This steadies him enough to stick a nasty kick to the face of Dominator, stunning him just enough for a breather. Hunter scurries out of the way as Dominator attempts to grab him. Curb Stomp on the apron!
Hunter jumps back into the ring. Horacio again spouts off numerical figures, but David informs him his watch is broken prior to a speeding bullet of a missile headbutt! Dominator is pushed against the rail. Hard-hitting strikes work his body over with great effect. But it's a LOUD knife edge chop that really wakes him up. Hunter is clotheslined inside out from a standing position. Dominator takes him back into the ring and puts a boot down on his throat.
Jerry Andrews: Hunter won't be able to breathe for very long with that kind of force!
Dominator nearly makes it to the five count before stepping off. He wasn't listening to the ref's count, but rather the cadence of Horacio. Dominator savors the visual of a gasping David Hunter like he was a fish out of water. Dominator lifts him with one hand around the throat. Hunter senses what is coming and quickly wraps his legs around whatever he can on Dominator to prevent the chokeslam.
He winds up with a midair triangle choke! Dominator, however, has too much strength in him still to even allow Hunter to entertain the idea. Once he peels him off, that chokeslam is delivered with back breaking authority. David sells the landing with such believability that you'd think his back really was injured. Dominator takes FLIGHT with a jump in the air. The 365 pound brute drives his feet with a double stomp. Hunter's eyes go wide and it is possible an f-bomb escapes his vocals.
The Temporal King lifts David to his feet and scores a forceful Irish whip to further work the back over. Hunter grimaces in pain as he sinks down to a near crouch. Dominator steps over to the corner with his arms looping around Hunter. David goes with the pull, but isn't about to allow Dominator to squeeze him like he was a piece of fruit.
He front face locks him and somehow hits what can only be described as a DDT into the top turnbuckle! Hunter manages to flip over the top rope to try and choke out the imposing adversary with a guillotine choke! He has his legs wrapped around him from between the ropes and Dom pulled over the top rope with enough torque to stretch him.
Jerry Andrews: Innovative submission there from the, and I quote, "son of a dumb-ass with the heart of one too."
Ace Anderson: Well regardless of his mantra, he's going to be releasing a wild Dominator back into captivity soon. He better have more tranquilizer darts on standby.
Dominator's saving grace is the fact that David has the count working against him. Now it's his turn to gasp for oxygen. Hunter fights through his back pain and unlike before, nails a strong style running knee lift across the face. His momentum carries him to the top rope. Missile Dropkick! Dominator is on wobbly legs. Hunter hits the ropes. He flips himself up the body of Dominator until he's seated on his shoulders. Dominator quickly pushes Hunter higher by the armpits. Hurricanrana!
Dominator is taken over the top rope but lands half on the apron and half off of it. Springboard uppercut! Dominator is knocked on the floor! Horacio barks out orders, but Hunter tells him where he can stick those. Dominator finds his head being rested against the steel steps. Hunter gives himself enough running space to try a running kick that would sandwich everything against them. It hits! There is a collective OOOH as the violent impact is felt.
The ten count is beat. Action will continue inside of the ring, but not before Hunter goes for a quick pin. There's no count because Dominator presses Hunter off as soon as he feels contact. David lands at the feet of Dominator, which gives him the chance to work the knees over. Dominator uses his lower body strength to throw David into one of the corners. David recovers from the stun and comes out with a charge. Dominator has used a kip up to then launch FORCE OF TIME from out of nowhere!
Jerry Andrews: Did you hear THAT?! Dear god, the impact was so strong that a tsunami warning has been issued!
Hunter remains folded in a heap as Dominator gathers his bearings.
One by one Dominator pulls himself up with the ropes. He does a few knee bends prior to cracking his neck. Hunter is picked up as is and introduced to a corner with a powerbomb. Dominator hits the ropes, big boot! Hunter is spun around like he was a figure skater. Somehow he gets a partial pele kick to land, but there's not a whole lot behind it.
Full nelson bomb! Big splash! Pin.
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Hunter kicks out a second after the two count is heard. Dominator shoots him to the ropes. He puts his head down for a back body drop. Say hello to the lights, David. SPLAT! Hunter bounces into the air following his cruiserweight crash landing. He pounds the mat out of absolute agony. Dominator offers no mercy and wastes no time. As heard in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, "Time is a precious thing. Never waste it."
Hunter is taken to a corner and set facing it. Dominator gives him a series of shoulders into the lower back. Following those is a charge from the other side and a massive splash on the return. Hunter uses the ropes to keep himself upright, but his back is a mess. Dominator follows an order to hit him again. He goes for a second FORCE OF TIME...but lands HEAD first into the ring post with such velocity that he could've knocked himself out.
Hunter collapsed just in the nick of time, giving himself a window to dodge the attack, but has a bad back to contend with. Dominator slowly backs out of the corner holding his head. The red stuff makes an appearance. Horacio delivers instruction following a conversation about his well being. Dominator has now become aware that he is busted open and posting or no posting, that doesn't sit well with him.
Just as he is up to a knee, Hunter breaks down his chest with Penalty Kick after Penalty Kick, back pain be damned. The faithful count each one despite not being fans of the gifted challenger. Dominator only allows so many to hit before he stops it. Hunter is lifted in the air by the captured leg. From his free leg comes a stiff knee to the temple. Dominator is chopped down to a knee. Enziguri! The resilient challenger has managed to put Dominator down onto his hands and knees. At least for the moment.
Jerry Andrews: David may be setting up to slay Goliath!
Ace Anderson: The chances of that are as real as the stories in the book it comes from.
Dominator remains favoring his head. Blood has stained the mat in front of him. Hunter slowly moves around to face the mighty champion. Knees to the head! As many as he can comfortably land and within the time allowed. Horacio pounds the mat furiously, upset by the amount of time being lost to turn things around. Hunter changes strategy. Alternating elbows to the back of the neck! Hunter starts firing up!
Dominator is pulled upright. Harsh Forearm! Dominator wakes and suddenly has Hunter thrown into a corner with a fallaway slam off his knees! David is wedged like a chair! Dominator wipes the blood from his head, from his face, and starts to make his way back up. He turns around to see David struggle to loosen himself out. Running hip attack! David is yanked out, but thrown over Dominator's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He takes a victory lap around the ring for added speed. Running powerslam! Dominator has the legs hooked!
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David kicks out! There's no love for either of these guys from the faithful, but there is respect. So the cheers are from that and not a sudden change of heart. Dominator's temperature begins to rise. Insulted that David would dare kick out. Dominator puts the squeeze on with a massive bear hug. For added effect he also rag dolls David. The challenger is racked with pain, but there's no give in him. Every time he tries to get free, Dominator squeezes that much tighter.
Hunter almost has a successful bell clap, but Dominator gives him an inverted atomic drop while STILL keeping him locked up. The referee asks David if he wants to give up. He responds in the negative but with a four letter word before it. The same one launched in Dominator's face with a YOU right after. David BITES Dominator at the point he's busted open, further causing blood to pour out. Dominator is shook enough from that to release Hunter, but Hunter isn't able to fully capitalize.
Ace Anderson: Sometimes you do what you have to do. No matter how disgusted the blood may taste.
Jerry Andrews: Back on the bandwagon?
Ace Anderson: I don't know what you mean by that, Jerry! I've been neutral the entire way. You could learn a thing or two from me.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, brother.
Hunter crawls for the ropes, but his back is a hindrance. Horacio throws Dominator a towel in order to get the blood off of his face. There is enough time it appears for him to even STAPLE the wound closed! David is nearly to feet elsewhere in the ring. Dominator is there to greet him with a forearm blast to the kidney. From that comes RIP IN TIME. His effort to make David tap doesn't come to fruition, so he turns it into a neckbreaker.
Now a pin!
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2!
3---KICK OUT!
Horacio LOUDLY protests the count from outside of the ring. He demands an explanation. Not satisfied with the response, he demands video to be played on the tron. That also shoots his challenge reason down. A formal protest next? Nah. He accepts the evidence. Not happily, mind you, but he goes back to focusing on more important matters.
Hunter is driven into the corner. He wilts on impact. Dominator brings him to his feet for the sole purpose of throwing him across the ring like a small child. More profanity for the landing on his back. Hunter rolls over into a seated position. Dominator stalks his way to him. Hunter throws kicks at his knee caps. They slow the giant down, but not enough to do anything else. Dominator pulls him up by one hand. Jawbreaker! That backs The Zenith off and also gives Hunter a chance to regroup.
Dominator charges. He hits the buckles! David lights him up with chop after chop after chop until Dominator's chest is red and bleeding. Hunter is shoved unceremoniously onto his back. This time he rolls through. Running knee in the corner! Dominator drops down to one. Big boot against the turnbuckle pad! Dominator collapses. Hunter covers him!
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Hunter is pressed through the ropes. He winds up on the ring apron. David moves out of harm's way, but keeps his eyes on Dominator while relying on the ropes to hold him up as he clings to his back. Dominator crawls to the ropes...HUNTER SUITE! Dominator collapses. David tumbles into the ring. He dead lifts the leg...
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Dominator presses Hunter off of him, but the velocity isn't as powerful. Hunter looks to the referee with pleading eyes. He slaps the mat in frustration. Dominator is slowly lead to his feet. The champion revives. His Irish whip attempt is reversed. Dominator hits the corner. Shotgun dropkick! David wraps him up...
Jerry Andrews: Does he have enough to lift him...?
Ace Anderson: I wouldn't try it with the shape his back is in.
Dominator fights off a Belly to Back. Hunter is crushed in the corner following a shove. Dominator backs up. Hunter dropkicks his legs out from under him! Dominator's head gets busted open again on a similar posting as a follow up. BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
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NO!
DOMINATOR throws a shoulder up just before the three. The color returns to Horacio's face outside of the ring. Both the champion and challenger stay down. Hunter is clutching his back. Dominator is favoring his head. The count begins.
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Jerry Andrews: This may end in a draw!
Ace Anderson: That would be in the champ's favor. Dominator could win this without actually making a pin.
Jerry Andrews: A draw isn't a win, Ace. Or have you forgotten what one is in your retirement?
Ace Anderson: Does the title change hands? No? Ok, then. You should brush up on how things work.
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10!
Wait! They both manage to beat that count. Here comes an exchange of stiff strikes. Those stiff strikes get more violent as a full brawl is engaged. Or the best one as possible given the height difference. Dominator unwisely connects on a headbutt. He drops to a knee. Seeing his head lowered gives David Hunter an opportunity. ODE TO FRANK! Dominator was playing possum! DAY BREAK!
And boy does he ever make Hunter pay with that landing. David is folded backwards. Dominator makes sure he stays that way.
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2!
3---KICK OUT!!
Dominator is INCENSED. The crowd is going wild as the hard hitting action must continue. He pulls Hunter to his feet. Hunter is shot across the ring. He reverses that. Dominator reverses that. ANACHRONISM!!
Jerry Andrews: That's his finisher!
Ace Anderson: One that was meant for Kyle Shane, but has David's name on it.
Horacio literally counts the seconds left before Dominator is announced as the winner. The Zenith has Hunter pinned...
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David Hunter at the last possible second, put his TIPPY TOES on the rope! They still remain that way as Dominator has it brought to his attention. This actually gets some of the faithful to support David! Not many, but enough for heard cheering and applause. Dominator's head is caked with crimson, but he could care less about blood loss. He's refusing to be stapled a second time. What he wants is to dash out the "hopes and dreams" of David Hunter.
Like he did at Living a Legacy.
Dominator takes David to his feet. THRILL OF THE HU---Dominator prevents David's finisher from being hit out of nowhere. Halfway through he counters him into position for a running powerslam. Hunter smears Dominator's blood into his eyes, blinding him! Hunter squeezes his airway closed with a sleeperhold! Dominator is forced to choose between his eyes or his air. He lumbers around like Frankenstein's Monster, frantically trying to find the ropes. Hunter sticks his feet in the way every time he does, then pushes off.
He's got the champ fading! Dominator is on wobbly legs, but is still standing. Once he can get his eyes cleared...maybe...NO! Dominator falls to a knee! He reaches behind him to grab David...down to both knees!! Hunter is is flipped over. But he rolls through, THRILL OF THE HUNT!! Hunter falls on top of Dom...
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NO! NO! NO!
DOMINATOR HAS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT!
David goes from jubilation (or as jubilant as expected with all things considered) to dejection in the blink of an eye. His North American title dreams have been temporarily dashed out. The frustration felt before pales to how he feels now.
Jerry Andrews: I thought he had won it there! What a match this is!
Ace Anderson: Two of the best in PCW are laying it all on the line.
Hunter is slow to pull up the equally slow Dominator to his feet. Hunter is scooped up for THE NAMESAKE. He counters the throw into THRILL OF THE HUNT! NO! Dominator pumps the brakes on that idea. He LAUNCHES Hunter into the ropes...
ANACHRONISM!
Dominator is going to make sure he sends Hunter back to earth with a meteoric crash. He goes for another ANACHRONISM...
THRILL OF THE HUNT!!
Both men are SPENT! They have an arm draped over one another...
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GAWD!
Ace Anderson: Dominator retains in the event of a draw, Jerry. Just as a reminder.
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The bell IS called for. One of them rolled over onto the other at the last second for the win.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner...
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Sasha Greene: ...... NEW PCW North American Champion, David Hunter!!
Jerry Andrews: He's done it! David Hunter has avenged his loss and taken the second highest title in PCW!
"Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal plays to an appreciative faithful. Hunter stirs and is completely unaware that he's just won the match. There is a look of dejection and pain on his face. He's no doubt still feeling the after effects of Dominator's devastating finisher. Hunter is slow to pick himself up and starts to turn to leave the ring.
That's when he's stopped by the referee. He raises David's arm in the air, then awards him the North American title. Hunter goes into complete shock. His entrance music starts to fill his senses. Everything is clicking! David Hunter raises the title high and proud in the air. He's not out of the woods on physical exhaustion and should look into an ice bath, but on this night he stands tall.
Winner, and NEW PCW North American Champion: David Hunter
Dominator, bloodied and battered, is informed of what happened by Horacio Mortimer, who is at a complete loss on how to explain the situation in full. He goes over the increments of time in his head, but everything is out of order like a broken watch.
Jerry Andrews: What an incredible match that was. Somewhere, Kyle Shane is watching this. You have to wonder what must be going through his mind...
Ace Anderson: Not to mention Sicko's. But more importantly, what will Dominator be thinking about when reality has the chance to sink in?
Jerry Andrews: Despite all that, the big story here is that David Hunter did it! He is the NEW North American Champion!
Ace Anderson: These two went through a war and on this night, David Hunter figured out the puzzle that is the Zenith, Dominator!
Dominator sits up in place, a la the Dead Man, and turns his gaze upon Hunter. Dom reaches out and uses the ropes to pull himself up to a knee while Hunter has fallen onto his hands and knees. The crowd cheers and the ref checks on both men multiple times.
There appears to be a disturbance on the opposite side of the ring, behind Dom, as he pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Two members of security, meanwhile, are struggling with a man in a dark blue hoodie as he climbs over the security barrier. The fans surrounding the man cheer him on and clap him on the back, and as the cameras get closer, his face is covered by a dark blue bandana, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Ace Andrews: Who in the Hell is that?
Jerry Andrews: Apparently a fan is trying to get in the ring….
Dom takes notice of the “fan” when he drops the security guards with quick right hands. The intruder dives in under the bottom rope and springs to his feet. Dom takes a couple lumbering steps forward a motions for the “fan” to take a few steps closer. The “fan” removes his hood and pulls the bandana down to reveal himself to be none other than Holden Ross!
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is back?! What does he want with Dom?
Ace Anderson: It’s a set-up!
Indeed, with his attention on Holden Ross, Dominator loses track of David Hunter who has positioned himself behind the big man. Holden’s lips curl into a smirk and Dom senses danger, only too late, and turns in time to eat a shot from the belt that he once carried so proudly. The big man falls like a Redwood and the duo are upon him like hyenas on an injured gazelle. Holden is stomping Dom out as if the big man were on fire and Holden’s boot is the only thing that can put it out. Hunter gets a well placed kick or stomp in before the two pull Dom up to his feet.
Ace Anderson: I don’t like the looks of this for the big man….
But Dom isn’t done, yet, and drops a surprised Holden with a toaster sized right hand. He fires off a right hand to Hunter as well, staggering the new Champ, but his last stand comes to a quick end via a low blow from Holden. Dom drops to his knees and Hunter drives the belt once more into the big man's skull. Holden says something to David and they begin to haul the big man up to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: What now?!
Ace Anderson: Here comes security….too little too late…..
Hunter lifts Dom for a suplex and drops the big man's feet onto Holden's waiting shoulders. Security slides into the ring just as the duo drop, driving Dom's unprotected skull into the matt with a “Snapshot DDT.”
Ace Anderson: My God!
Jerry Andrews: Did you see his skull hit the matt?
Ace Anderson: Did you hear it?
With the ring full of security, David Hunter and Holden Ross, the Self-Proclaimed Best Tag Team in PCW, head up the ramp, all grins and full of pride…
Jerry Andrews: Well folks... we were expecting a shocking and unforgettable night, and we got one. And we're not done! We still have our main event!
Ace Anderson: I can't wait for this one! Let's go!
Sasha Greene: The following match is the main event and it is for the PCW World Championship! Introducing first...
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo down on one knee with his back to the crowd, hood pulled low over his face. He bursts suddenly to his feet, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into cheers as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if absorbing the energy from the crowd.
Sasha Greene: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!
Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans wearing his merch, telling them they made a solid investment. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He runs to the opposite ring post and leaps onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it to the Faithful. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.
Jerry Andrews: Gerry spent some time on the shelf following a knee injury at the hands of Grimm in their last encounter. He is laser focused and ready to take back his title tonight.
Ace Anderson: He must've forgot to read HOW TO PROTECT PREVIOUS KNEE INJURIES FOR DUMMIES before stepping into the ring with the Hangtown Legend. The check Gerard wrote with his mouth bounced and Grimm beat him within the rules.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217 lbs. He is the PCW World Champion, GRIMM!
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon 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.
Grimm's blue eyes darken with a black hole intensity. Gerard plays to the crowd, getting them to cheer louder and chant his name in mass unison. But he never takes his focus off Grimm. He knows what it will take to beat him and he intends on getting his title back. Eric Russo calls for the bell and this one is ready.
PCW World Championship
Grimm (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: We've crowned a new Underground Champion tonight and a new North American Champion. Is this going to be another title change or will Grimm defend successfully? It's going to be a big match, folks. Strap in!
Gerard goes into a sprint, but stops halfway in an attempt to force Grimm's hand. There is a defensive stance from the Hangtown Horror, but the bait remains hooked. Now Gerard charges him to the corner. He drops his center gravity with focus on Grimm's knees. This makes Grimm clip his teeth with one of them. Gerard is pulled up and slammed into the top turnbuckle. Grimm turns him only to take a strike to the head. Gerard rockets a series of them with fury. Grimm covers, but Gerard monkey flips him over.
Now mounted, Gerard unleashes fist after fist anywhere there's an exposed part of Grimm's body. He rolls down his legs, looking for another chance at Grimm's knee - his left one to be exact. Grimm drop toe holds Gerry onto his face. Grimm rolls over to a front face lock and starts working knee strikes under the chin. Gerard is trapped with a ground-and-pound game from Phinehas Grimm. He brings Gerry up. His first headbutt attempt is blocked with a forearm shot.
Grimm is thrown to the ropes. Dropkick! Grimm bounces off the same ropes. Powerslam! Gerard rolls through with him. He's up. Powerslam! Grimm is pulled by the beard now. Irish whip to the corner. European Uppercut! Grimm blasts Gerry with a headbutt in response. Now alternating uppercuts and a headbutt of his own. Grimm is left reeling. Gerry is left questioning his decision, getting the worst of that.
Ace Anderson: Leave the headbutts to the experts, kid. You aren't Bonk.
Jerry Andrews: 1989 called. They said thank you for the reference.
Grimm cuts through the pectorals of Gerry with an excruciating knife edge chop. A well placed kick to the midsection is sure to take the wind out of anyone's sails. Even Hollywood stars. Grimm braces Gerard in the corner. Eric Russo has to jump in with a count because Gerry is being strangled in the corner. Grimm breaks only to sling Gerard's left leg over the middle rope. He doesn't try to work on it...yet. It's merely psychological. Instead he gives Gerard his very own uppercut.
Angelo is whipped across the ring. He leaps on the ropes, turns, blockbuster! Grimm is rotated to his feet and spun with a swinging neckbreaker. Gerard rolls over to hook the legs. Russo makes the count.
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Grimm kicks out of that. Gerard misses Grimm getting out of the ring for a breather. Not this time, demon. Gerard rolls out after him. Grimm is grabbed from behind and dumped into the ring steps! Gerry moves around to hook Phinehas for a suplex. Grimm blocks it. Gerard blocks having his face pancaked on the top step.
Slugfest! Gerard thumbs the eyes. Grimm is lifted over the steps. Vertical suplex on the floor! He doesn't give Grimm the satisfaction of a break. A follow-up bodyslam is delivered. Gerry tags some hands before breaking Eric Russo's count. Grimm is pulled up by his GingerBeard of Doom - one that has no doubt been treated with Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm!
Grimm chops Gerard in the throat. This frees him up to introduce him with a loud PING into mister ring post. Grimm gets back into the ring for a breather and the knowledge of knowing he has the champion's advantage. Gerry climbs back inside by six and is stomped on like Grimm was going to make wine out of his blood. He turns Gerry around to the ropes. Grimm rakes his eyes back and forth with aggression.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is beginning to feel a little sadistic.
Always one to play by the rules, Grimm lets Gerry go by the end of the five count. Gerard is brought up against the ropes. His eyes are squinted, but he pops off some well placed brawling strikes to the jaw of Grimm. They are enough to stun the champion into being walked back. To the ropes goes Grimm. Spinebuster! Gerard quickly goes for the pin following the Arn Anderson special.
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Grimm kicks out quickly. Gerard rotates Grimm to a vertical base. A short-arm pulls him to a knee in the midsection. Pumphandle slam. Gerard claws at his eyes, widening them to get his vision straightened out. Grimm is pulled by the left leg to the ropes. He halts that by bringing Gerard down with a DDT. Grimm gets his own pin.
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Gerard kicks out. His windpipe gets another work over in the form of a blatant choke. 1! 2! 3! 4! Grimm breaks. Then switches hands. 1! 2! 3! 4! He breaks. Then pushes his right knee down. 1! 2! 3! 4! He breaks. Now the left knee. 1! 2! 3! 4! There's something about watching someone struggle to breathe that lights the furnace called Grimm's heart. There is no emotion shown at the sight of Gerard coughing and wheezing. But deep down you know Grimm is smiling in his own way. Maybe it only appears facially in Hangtown.
Gerry is plowed in the corner with a running spear. Grimm has enough clearance to go for a savate kick. Gerry catches it! Following one big hacking cough, he jams his elbow above Grimm's right knee and then pulls him into an exploder suplex with a corner throw! Gerry crawls away, leaving Grimm to peel himself off. Once he sees the right opportunity, Gerard dropkicks him in his seated position in the corner. It connects without so much as a block to protect himself.
Gerard goes into the Lance Storm playbook. A return an Irish whip leading to a roll through half crab. Grimm isn't going to allow himself to lose a limb. He fights and squirms to get Gerry to break. No problem. He does. Breaks right into an STF with an assisted pull by the red haired shapely beard! Grimm counters into a crude looking pin.
1!
They tussle, but Gerard is relentless in locking a submission. Crossface! Grimm somehow manages to work them up to a stand. Gerard still has it locked on, but pays for it in the form of a Samoan drop. Gerry pulls Grimm back with a crucifix pin.
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Grimm kicks out of trouble right at two. They both get to their feet. Grimm puts his head into the midsection of Gerard, doubling him over. Then a back rake to stand him up. Gerard stiffens, then hits Grimm with double chops reminiscent of Ricky Steamboat. Grimm steps back. His clothesline misses. Gerard's is not. With Phinehas on the floor, Gerard takes flight clearing the top rope with a BEAUTIFUL corkscrew plancha!
Jerry Andrews: Gerard just got treated to a sea of flashbulbs going off. It isn't Hollywood, but the visual is red carpet treatment.
Ace Anderson: Since when do direct-to-bargain-bin stars get any sort of red carpet moment? The only way that's possible is if he already has it installed in his house.
Grimm is pulled away from the rail. Gerry requests a few front row fans move back for just a moment. He uses the top of the rail like it was the top rope. Reverse 450 splash! The SPLAT sound is wince inducing to say the least. Grimm may be the one on the receiving end, but the Hollywood Hero isn't exactly moving swiftly. He does, however, maintain the upper hand. Grimm is thrown back inside. Gerry gets his supporters invested and energetic as he ascends the corner.
450 splash! Grimm moves! Gerard lands on his feet and then IMMEDIATELY grabs his left knee like his ligaments just exploded. A raucous crowd has turned into the air leaving a balloon. Fraught with pain and a reddening face, Gerard yells out of complete frustration with language not suitable for younger ears.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, no. Not like this. Not again. Eric Russo is checking on Gerard and fans, this does not look good.
Gerard is overheard saying "Don't stop the match!" Grimm is stirring on his feet. He smells blood in the water. Grimm goes for a chop block. REVERSE HURRICANRANA! Give Gerard Angelo an Icey Award for Best Actor because he is perfectly okay! Grimm has his head crushed on the landing.
GERRY! GERRY! GERRY!
Gerard leans back to hook the legs with a gigantic GOTCHA smile plastered on his face.
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Grimm kicks out! If he had anything to say right now, it might be calling Gerard a piece of crap for that stunt. But the 7 time, 7 time, 7 time, 7 time, 7 time, 7 time, 7 time PCW World Champion only has one thing on his mind and that's called a successful title defense, something seven people failed at when defending against Grimm in the past.
Gerard pushes Grimm into sitting on the top turnbuckle. Well aware that could leave him open for THE HARVEST, he makes sure Grimm takes a leaping ONE HIT WONDER for his troubles. The snap kick collides with Grimm's jaw causing echoed impact that should make those with hearing check their own teeth. Gerard goes after Grimm with a try at a superplex. The Hangtown Horror balks. He gets shots to the side. Grimm fires back with a trio of headbutts.
The Man With Out Peer loses position. Grimm shoves him off. Gerard drops to a knee but recovers quickly. Grimm DRILLS him with the headbutt equivalent of a double axe handle. It's as nasty as it sounds and it drops Gerard like a ton of bricks. Grimm takes the opportunity to gather himself. Gerard is pulled to his feet by a handful of hair. Grimm sinks his fingers against the cranium of Gerry with a debilitating claw hold. Special emphasis on the temples.
Jerry Andrews: That grip has the force of a vice that's closing.
Ace Anderson: If you listen closely, you can hear Gerard's skull cracking like an egg. Guess I know what's for breakfast.
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!
"The One" braces Grimm's wrist, but can't pry the hand off of his head. Grimm works him down to his knees and then gives Gerry a frightening stare into the abyss between his eyelids. Eric Russo is waved off every time he asks if Gerard has had enough. Grimm starts booting him in the chest. Then with one big heave, Gerard gets the back of his head slammed into the mat. This WHILE Grimm still has the claw hold locked. Eric makes the count.
1!
2!
Gerard throws his right shoulder off the mat. Fans rally behind him. His agony serves as fuel for Grimm to continue. Grimm, himself, is nightmare fuel for everyone and everything. Including small animals. But he wouldn't hurt them like he would a human. Gerard kicks the heels of his feet on the mat. He's still not able to get out of the danger zone, Kenny.
But wait! Miracles do exist! Gerard starts to make his move past major migraine island. Somehow, he kips up. It's not perfect, but it gets him off his back. Gerry uppercuts Grimm's arm at the elbow. Grimm goes for a continuing claw hold with his other hand, but has it kicked away. Then a spin kick to the midsection. Gerry is clipped with a drop toe hold on an attempt to run the ropes. Grimm reaches down...FODDERSHOCK. Gerard is turned over.
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2!
3---shoulder!
Grimm scowls. Gerry is taken to the corner for a series of turnbuckle smashes. Grimm sends him across with an Irish whip. Boots to the face! Grimm staggers. He has a quick recovery. Simultaneous savate kick and ONE HIT WONDER displaces champion and challenger.
GERRY! GERRY! GERRY! GERRY!
The pro-Gerard crowd make themselves heard loud and clear. But there are also stomp/claps. Eric Russo has started the count.
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It only gets halfway before both men are up. Gerard favors his head still. Grimm goes for a running lariat. Gerard spins out of the way. German suplex! Gerard keeps it bridged.
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Grimm kicks out! Action picks back up as Gerard goes into brawler mode. He only gets more and more animated as a second wind revitalizes him. Grimm can't protect every part of himself, so these shots are definitely hitting their target. Gerry puts a boot to the midsection. ANGEL'S TEARS! There's a pin!
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Gerard's eyes widen! The fans thought he may have got that and instead are left coming back down from their premature celebration. Grimm slowly turns over to try and crawl away. Gerry yanks him by his red hair. A snap suplex. Spin of the hips. Another snap suplex. Gerry stops there but hits the ropes. STUNT DOUBLE!
Onto knees! Grimm tucks him in.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Jerry Andrews: That was close!
Grimm remains with the advantage. DEAD RECKONING. Gerard's spaghetti legs give out him. That series of spectacular headbutts coupled with the previous claw hold are really taking a toll. It's possible Gerard is seeing the same things hippies did on acid back in the 60's right about now, but without the acid.
Grimm drags Gerard to the nearest corner. Fans desperate to see Gerry win this rally to his aid. GERRY! GERRY! GERRY! Everyone can see what's coming. Grimm is primed to land THE HARVEST...
He spins...
Stun gun counter! Grimm seizures up as he clings to his neck. Spaghetti legged Gerard Angelo wobbles to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. He can feel the energy of the fans. His limbs get new life breathed into them. Grimm is pulled to his feet. Gerry picks him up onto his shoulders...
Jerry Andrews: Here it comes! This is it!
Ace Anderson: This isn't happening! It's not in the script!
HOLLYWOOD ENDING!! Gerard hooks the legs!
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2!
3!!
NO! SHOULDER WAS UP! Grimm just BARELY stopped everything. Gerard is completely beside himself. The World title was about to have his name on it. Keep the cork on the champagne, this one is not over. Gerard pleads with the referee, but the explanation is Grimm beat the count. Gerard brings Grimm to his feet. He throws him to the corner. A spear collides with the ring post following a leap from Grimm. Gerard is down on his knees holding his right shoulder. Grimm pries him to his feet, but Gerard isn't willingly going any further.
He front face locks Gerry. Gerard grabs the ropes. He's not interested in being harvested. Grimm pushes Gerard back as much as possible, then drives him forward into the turnbuckle to break him up. THE HARVEST! NO! Gerard swings Grimm back around against the corner. Grimm doesn't let go! He pushes off in order to hit rotation.
Gerry squats down on it! Grimm pushes both of them back up. He COLLAPSES Gerry's left knee with a well placed kick! It leads to THE HARVEST!
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3!
GERARD IS STILL ALIVE!! But BARELY dodges a bullet. The fans are going gonzo for this one. Grimm remains emotionally neutral in spite of everything. Anger would only lead to mistakes and mistakes can't be allowed. Gerard stands on his one good leg as Grimm knocks the sweat off of him with well placed strikes to the head. Gerard throws them right back! He collapses his body to strike Grimm in the gut. One leg or two, Gerry is going for a pumphandle...
Grimm is in a suplex...
He wiggles free from the impact of EXCALIBUR PRIME. Grimm is thrown into the ropes and pushed in the air...Grimm hits another HARVEST on the way down!! He gets the left leg hooked.
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3!
The bell is called for as a worn out Grimm has survived the incredible challenge from one of PCW's best. Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" confirms the obvious.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL PCW World Champion, Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: Incredible. Simply incredible. Gerard Angelo has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He came up short, but he showed once again that he is a major threat to be reckoned with.
Ace Anderson: He gave Grimm everything he had, that's for sure. Grimm is just...Grimm. Tonight was his night.
Winner: Grimm
After Grimm's hand is raised, when he would normally have been handed the World title belt after any other match, the strap is nowhere to be seen, and the referee looks around for it as well. Not being one to wait, The Lord of Misrule climbs through the ropes, and steps out of the ring with the timekeepers area in his sights. Upon approach, and before he can take possession of the title, Stormm comes crashing in from behind the barricade, smashing Grimm in the face with the top prize in Pure Class Wrestling. After the grueling match, Grimm has nothing left in him after taking the full force of the title belt to the face. He takes the table and bell down with him as Stormm hoists the title over his head.
Jerry Andrews: He just laid out our World Champion, Ace! Where did he come from? Has he been ringside the whole time? What does this mean?!
Ace Anderson: It seems to me that Stormm is staking his claim as the next challenger, Jerry. I don't know if I like this new side of the Force of Nature, but I certainly don't hate it!
Gerard Angelo, who is still picking himself up after the loss, doesn't look pleased to see the Force of Nature's presence, who has laid the title belt across the unconscious champion's chest, and has already begun to make his way into the ring. The crowd is still on their feet after the Main Event, and have not calmed down at all.
Stormm, who looked poised to lay into the fallen challenger, holds back, and actually extends a hand towards Gerard with a smile and a nod. Still reeling from his match, Gerard grabs onto the Force of Nature's right hand, and pulls himself to his feet as the crowd cheers them both on.
Ace Anderson: I take back what I said, Jerry, Stormm is back to his old boring self it seems.
Jerry Andrews: I think Grimm would find that hard to believe, if he even knows what just happened to him.
Stormm looks to his right, and then to his left, the smile on his face still shining bright as he takes in the moment. For the first time in years, he can see the light at the end of the tunnel towards his next World title shot. However, he still has a hold of Gerard's hand, and just as quickly as the smile appeared, it fades, and he sends his right boot into The Hollywood Hero's midsection. With him crumpled over, Stormm sets the former challenger up into a suplex position, before hooking a leg.
Ace Anderson: I stand corrected, this is the Stormm we've been waiting to see!
Jerry Andrews: Some of the fans are beside themselves, Ace, but Stormm is making a point, and putting an exclamation point on it here tonight!
The Force of Nature hoists Gerard Angelo into the air while in the grasped cradle position, then, with a quick jump and twist, he sends him back to the mat, planting him down onto his neck and shoulders.
Ace Anderson: Force of Nature from Stormm lays Gerard Angelo out cold!
Stormm exits the ring and reaches back behind the timekeeper's area, producing his signature wooden baseball bat to the cheers of the crowd. He uses it to poke at the fallen champion, who hasn't moved. The smile returns as he turns his attention back towards Gerard Angelo in the ring, and he points the bat towards him and looks out into the crowd, who applaud the possible carnage. As the Force of Nature slides back into the ring, Gerard rolls out, to get away from an even worse night, and Stormm, instead, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hand into the air.
Jerry Andrews: The former challenger is retreating, and Grimm remains down at ringside! Stormm has made his next move very clear. He wants the World Title!
The arena goes dark as soon as those final two words leave Jerry's mouth. Phone lights start appearing like bright stars in the night sky. The cheers are only boistered by unified chants of Stormm's name. When the lights reappear, he is nowhere to be found. Grimm and Gerard are still where he laid them to rest... but that's not it for this broadcast!
Backstage, Elijah Dixon seen found walking the halls, dressed to the nines, with the Underground Championship resting on his left shoulder. He mugs for the camera as he exits a door into the parking lot where he comes to a sudden stop. The camera pans to the right where Holden Ross is motionless, doing his best impression of a statue.
Elijah: Can I help you?
Holden: No one can….
Elijah begins to look around, getting the sense that something isn’t right, but it's too late. David Hunter attacks from behind, blasting him with a running forearm shiv to the back of the head. Dixon stumbles forward, nearly having his head taken off a second later from a bicycle kick from Holden. Moving quickly, the two lift Dixon into position and try to kill him with a “Snapshot DDT” on the asphalt.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is back and these two are leaving a trail of wreckage in their path!
Ace Anderson: They’re not finished!
They begin hauling Elijah to his feet when the rear door to the building nearly comes off of its hinges. Suddenly Dominator fills the frame and as he steps across the threshold, Hunter and Ross shove Elijah aside in anticipation of the fight about to come at them from Dom.
Ace Anderson: Here we go! Dominator was laid out just a bit ago but doesn’t look too much worse for wear!
Jerry Andrews: This is going to get ugly!
Security suddenly floods the scene, getting a crowd of men between them to prevent anything further from taking place. Dominator tries to force his way through security as Hunter and Ross bait him, challenging him to get to them. The duo make their way to a blacked out, fifty-nine Caddy, where Holden slips behind the wheel and fires the engine to life. Dom begins to part the crowd of referees as the Caddy's engine roars and they tear off into the night. The cameras cut back to the ring with Dom staring after the tail lights and the medics are just arriving to check on Elijah.
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