Post by Rick Majors on Sept 26, 2019 22:31:16 GMT -5
Trauma Two Hundred and Fifty Nine, and Pure Class Wrestling World Champion Grimm has been given the evening off. However, as is usually the case whether it is shown on camera or not, he still arrives at the arena before most of the rabble and heads to his usual observation perch, a lonely press box away from the throng. Whether it remains empty because of the Hangtown Horror’s weekly presence, or he has just been fortunate to find a forgotten spot all these years, well, that could be a philosophical discussion for another time. What cannot be argued is that here he is yet again, walking the lower hallways and climbing the back stairs. Thinking all manner of thoughts not unfamiliar to the likes of Grimm.
Thinking about Justin Michaels. Stormm. The Force of Nature. The soon-to-be challenger to the World Championship, at Deadly Intentions X.
The Tenth!
Grimm, or, since he isn’t officially participating in the evening’s festivities, Phinehas Dillinger, considers the history between the two. The alliances and the feuds. The victories and the losses. The mind games and the all-out assaults. It has been a journey together as long as, if not longer than, any other active members of the PCW roster. Michaels has insinuated that his time as a competitive wrestler is running short, and as such, the upcoming match could very well be a punctuation mark on Stormm’s championship dreams, and the final fork in the road traveled by the Force of Nature and the Lord of Misrule.
In other words, the match is gonna be a doozy.
Once upon a time, Phinehas entered this very press box to find a gift from Seromine and Destiny. A Bible, if you remember. So it is not completely unheard of, and not inconceivable, that as he walks into that box, still immersed in shadows cast by the arena lights, a lone light shining towards the back catches his attention. A gift for Grimm, one of both respect and malice, leans in the back corner. As black as night, so if not for the lighting presentation and the orange bow wrapped around the barrel, the dark stained, wooden baseball bat would have gone unnoticed. It is not the bat, as no man (or woman) in the locker room could ever earn an honor high enough for Stormm to gift away his beloved lumber.
A closer look reveals the aggressive symbol that has been synonymous with the Force of Nature branded into the barrel. Underneath the burn are a series of letters and words engraved into the wood deep enough for the unstained Ash to peek through. FTBH, …and NEW…, 2x, and This is Your Warning. They warrant a nod and grin from the Hangtown Horror which fades as quickly as they appear as the light in the room explodes, and the door to the box opens and slams as a shadow rushes out behind him.
Now, Phinehas isn’t entirely surprised to see it, and to be honest he would have been a little disappointed if Michaels hadn’t reciprocated the present of the shovel at the last Trauma. Phinehas appreciates the gesture none the less, and he takes up the bat. This is no cheap knockoff. No, this bat has heft and is well-balanced, and Phinehas twirls it as he investigates the press box. Poking in dark corners and peering into closets.
Mutual respect or not, fleeing figures or what have you, this is Stormm we’re talking about. Better safe than sorry.
Satisfied he’s not about to be blindsided, Phinehas sets the bat back in the corner and walks to the windows overlooking the ring. The arena begins to fill. He grins, takes a deep breath, and smells…
Salt. Sea oats. Sand.
Phinehas reaches into a pocket and pulls out a piece of blue glass worn smooth by the tumbling of waves. The blue within it intensifies, and swirls, and forms a vortex, the center of which pitches into a black abyss. The glass grows warm in his hand.
Brenna Gordon is back.
The show opens with the excited PCW Faithful as usual, and Ace and Jerry are ready to go!
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to another sold out episode of Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside the PCW Hall of Famer Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: We're one show away from Deadly Intentions and, Jerry, I have some breaking news for you right now about that show.
Jerry Andrews: I can't wait to hear it!
Ace Anderson: Of course, Deadly Intentions is the home of the Deadly Rumble where the winner will receive a shot at the PCW World Title at Collision Course. This year, PCW management has decided that, to encourage competition and ensure the best possible wrestler wins the Rumble, the North American and Underground Titles will not be defended on the show but both of those champions will be involved in the Rumble match itself!
Jerry Andrews: That is huge news and something that will certainly increase the star power in the Deadly Rumble!
Ace Anderson: And, speaking of the Deadly Rumble, our first match of the evening features the 2018 winner!
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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.
As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.
The mixed reaction of cheers and boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.
Sasha Greene: ... Boston, Massachusetts: Brenna Gordon!
Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.
Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon making her PCW in-ring return tonight. It’ll be interesting to see how she does in this match. She hasn’t been in a PCW ring in a very long time.
Ace Anderson: That could work in her favor too. Gerard Angelo doesn’t know what to expect from her while she’s been able to scout him rather easily.
The bell rings and the two competitors circle one another. They finally both lunge forward into a grapple. Gerard gets the advantage and she shoves Gordon back into the corner. She bounds out of it, but he successfully takes her down with a snap superkick to the jaw!
Jerry Andrews: One Hit Wonder! Angelo trying to end this early!
Gerard Angelo goes for the cover…. 1…. 2…. Kickout! Angelo stays on Gordon now, unloading on her with a series of forearms to the face.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo very aggressive in the early part of this match. It definitely looks like he wants to stop Brenna before she can get her feet under her and get some momentum. It’s s smart strategy against someone who hasn’t competed in PCW in a while.
Angelo pulls Brenna up. He whips her off the ropes and, when she returns, he takes her down with a spinebuster. He goes for another cover and gets another two count. From there, Angelo pulls Gordon up again and throws her into the corner. He charges at her, but she manages to get her feet up and stop him in his tracks by connecting with a double boot to the face.
Brenna leaps out of the corner now, connecting with a knee to Angelo’s head. As he gets to his feet, she takes him down with a side Russian leg sweep and follows it up with a leg drop to the throat. Brenna Gordon goes for a cover now and she gets a two count of her own.
Jerry Andrews: It doesn’t look like there’s any ring rust!
Ace Anderson: Sure, but it’s still early. Wait until the match goes on and we’ll see what her conditioning is like.
Brenna pulls Angelo up, but he takes her down with a sudden clothesline! He then drops an elbow before locking her into a headlock. Angelo leans on her, hoping to wear her down and test some of that conditioning, just like Ace was talking about. Brenna tries to slide out of the move, but she’s unsuccessful. She does, however, manage to get her foot under the bottom rope, which causes the referee to demand that the hold be broken.
Angelo releases Gordon, but quickly follows up with another elbow drop to the spine. He then pulls her up, drags her into the center of the ring, and drops her with a DDT. Angelo goes for a pin:
1….
2…
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
He pulls her up and attempts a suplex, but she blocks it and hits a suplex of her own! Brenna Gordon then pulls him up and hits another suplex before locking him into a triangle choke. This time it’s Angelo’s turn to struggle in a hold. He makes it to the ropes finally and the hold is broken.
Jerry Andrews: What an incredibly even match.
Ace Anderson: Neither competitor can get a large advantage at this point!
Both competitors rise to their feet. Angelo charges at Gordon with a clothesline. She ducks under it and catches him by the head….
Jerry Andrews: Crash The Shore!!!
Brenna Gordon makes the cover:
1…
2….
Ace Anderson: No! Kickout!
Gordon waits for her opponent to get to his feet. When she does, she rushes at him, hitting him with a knee lift into a spinning leg sweep. She goes for another cover and gets another two. Gordon then pulls Angelo up, but he stops her offense by hitting a strong European uppercut! He then grabs her, sets her up, and powerbombs her down to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: What force on that power bomb!
Angelo goes for a cover now:
1….
2….
Brenna Gordon kicks out! Angelo pulls Brenna up and backs her into the corner. Gerard unloads with several strikes before throwing her across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. She hits it HARD and staggers out, only to be taken down with another spinebuster. Angelo pulls her up now…
Jerry Andrews: He’s setting her up for the Hollywood Ending!
Gordon counters, adjusting herself and taking him down with a hurricanrana! She holds on for a pinning attempt… but Angelo kicks out before three! Both competitors rise up. Gordon charges at Angelo, who rushes forward as well, taking her down with a running Busaiku knee kick!
Jerry Andrews: HEADHUNTER! The cover!
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: THREE!
The referee signals no!
Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?
Ace Anderson: She kicked out!? Wow… that was close. I thought the match was over for sure!
Angelo stands up and looks at the referee in disbelief. When he turns around, Gordon is running at him….
Jerry Andrews: RIP TIDE!
Gordon goes for a quick cover:
1….
2….
Angelo kicks out, but it’s too late as it’s a split second after the referee counts….
3!!!
Ace Anderson: She got him!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a victory for Brenna Gordon, defeating the former PCW World Champion here tonight!
Ace Anderson: And what a battle! That one could have gone either way! Woo!
The scene switches to backstage, where Shane Dodge is standing alongside Rick Majors.
Shane Dodge: Rick, tonight you compete for the Underground Title in a match against Holden Ross. You've defeated Ross before, but that wasn't an Underground rules match. Are you prepared to get into such a dangerous match against such a dangerous man tonight?
Rick Majors: Shane, Holden Ross and I have a history. I knew his father and his father was a good man. Now Holden...? He's a man who is lost and who has headed down the wrong path. And I feel like I helped direct him down that path when I wrongfully encouraged him to follow Seromine. That's something I have to live with every day. But, Shane, another thing I have to live with is that I'm a professional wrestler. I've been one for more than 20 years. And, yeah, Holden is younger than I am and stronger and probably more violent. But getting hurt has never scared me before. And it's not scaring me now. I want to win a title here as myself, not as Gabriel or anyone else. And I'm going to do that tonight.
With that, Rick Majors nods to Dodge and walks away as Trauma heads to commercial.
There is some pity applause for the nondescript jobber. Think about someone who has been evenly cooked on the beach by the sun, wearing plain wrestling attire.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the arena cotton candy colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison...
The childlike Willard walks through wispy stage fog clutching onto a framed photo of his mommy like it was his most prized possession. The look on his face makes it clear that he misses her. But he knows she'll be back soon, so not to worry. Still, not even the presence of Destiny is alleviating things. She looks bewildered by his current state.
There's a moment where he reaches out to the hands of the faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or wanted to be friends. He flips her photo around angrily, informing them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!" Destiny tries in vain to get her husband's attention. Jason goes into the ring and sheepishly waves to the commentary team. He sets her photo where he can always see it and then proudly tells the referee and opponent all about her.
He also tells Destiny.
DING!
DING!
Jason starts to run the ropes like a kid with all the energy in the world, laughing and giggling as he does this. He stops long enough to shake the referee's hand over and over, telling him his name like he didn't already know it. Then he turns his attention to Noah, only he doesn't try to shake his hand. Instead, he waves emphatically with drawn out "HIIIIIIIIIIIII'S!"
Jerry Andrews: ...Do you have anything to say, Ace?
Ace Anderson: Well, he seems to be enjoying himself, bless his heart. With all of the bullying he's been taking...
Jerry Andrews (cutting him off): Are we talking about the same guy here?!
Noah is completely thrown off by Willard's unusual behavior. Upset by being ignored, Willard rushes Noah to land a rather stiff forearm to the face, sending him crashing into the top turnbuckle. Willard puts the boots to him as hard as he possibly can while chastising Noah for being rude.
He hears the count of the ref and questions why he's doing that. Willard plays innocent about doing anything wrong, explaining that Noah was the one in the wrong and that he was getting his just desserts. Destiny continues trying in vain to get Jason's attention. What winds up calming him is spotting the framed photo. Then he lowers his lip and apologizes.
Noah is helped to feet and asked if there are any hard feelings? He never gets the chance to answer that because Willard short-arm clotheslines him. He then picks him up on his shoulders and starts an airplane spin. Noah is dumped hard on his back. Willard is tipsy at first, but then he holds his arms out like the wings of a plane and goes "flying" around the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Normalcy has long hit the eject button. I can only wonder what Destiny is thinking about all of this.
Willard's "landing" consists of hitting Little Boy Blue. He then gets up and looks to where he put Lucy's photo at. But it's not there! "Mommy, where are you??" He quietly calls. He doesn't see her photo anywhere in or out of the ring and really grows concerned. That is until Destiny whistles at him. She pulls the framed photo out from behind her back!
"You put my mommy down! She doesn't want you holding her!"
Destiny is dumbfounded by what she's hearing. Jason reaches through the ropes, but she backs up into the aisle...and right into Lindsay Michaels! Her surprise appearance has everyone cheering. Destiny turns around and then off go the lights. Dim lights focus on the ring seconds later.
The referee is nowhere to be found. STORMM IS BEHIND JASON! He waits for him to turn around...Jason gets the picture frame smashed over his head! Willard is quick to hold the targeted spot, leaving himself open for Stormm to set-up a fisherman suplex. There's a two-hundred seventy degree twirl on the jump, FORCE OF NATURE connects and lives up to the first word on the full impact of it!
Jerry Andrews: That's called payback and it's a bitch!
Ace Anderson: Stormm should be more concerned about Grimm. But instead, he rather be vindictive towards a defenseless Jason Willard. This is disgusting.
There is simulated lightning flashes to go with the sound of thunder inside of the mostly dark arena. Stormm stands tall over Jason with a satisfied grin on his face. But he's not done. Stormm's final act is dragging Noah Ventura across the ring and putting him over Willard! Then the lights go out again. When they come back on, The Michaels are nowhere to be found. But the referee is and he's just noticed there's a pin to be counted.
1!
2!
3!!
The faithful don't know whether to laugh or applaud, but what they do know is that Stormm just caused Jason Willard to lose a meaningless match.
Even the seasoned ring announcer is at a loss by what happened. But nobody is more surprised than Noah himself. The moment he has his arm raised, he goes into celebration mode like he just quarterbacked a Super Bowl winning football team. His departure is a full sprint to the back.
Destiny enters the ring, but keeps looking towards the stage, presumably for Lindsay and/or Justin. Jason stirs to his knees while holding his head. He picks up the now broken picture frame, having a long stare at Lucy's smiling photograph. "Mommy...look at what he did!" He lifts her photo to where the wound is.
Jerry Andrews: She can't see it!
Ace Anderson: She can in spirit AND on TV. She can when he goes back to California. Leave him alone, Jerry. He's just been screwed over.
Jason lowers the picture back down and turns his attention to a patiently waiting Destiny. Now he turns the photo towards the broken glass fragments around him. "Look at what she did!" Destiny, clearly concerned, tries to help him to his feet. Jason is having none of it. He leaves the ring like he entered the arena: clutching onto the framed photo like it was his most prized possession. But he hops the rail and disappears into the crowd, leaving Destiny to return to the back on her own.
Shane Dodge is shown backstage entering the dressing room of Holden Ross and David Hunter. Presently, Holden is sitting on a folded chair, taping his right hand while his Dwarf cousin, Wes, stands nearby, cradling the Underground Championship in his stubby arms. Holden finishes his task before tossing the roll of tape into an open duffle bag at his feet. Shane gives an inquisitive, and confused, glance at Wes before addressing Holden.
Shane Dodge: Holden, tonight promises to be a tougher fight against Rick Majors than what you faced last week against the one and only, Razor Blade. How have you prepared for Majors compared to training for the Big Dawg?
Holden looks over at his Dwarf cousin and scoffs, shaking his head.
Holden Ross: Shane, I neutered the Big Dawg…..now he's not much more than a growling pup. He's in my rearview and I’ll only be facing him if the upper brass wanna give the crowd a treat. Razor and I, we always deliver, that’s a fact, but I always come out on top, when we meet up. And yeah, the last time I stepped foot in a ring with Majors, he was the victor. But tonight, the details might be the same but the results will be much different.
Shane Dodge: In that you will be walking out the winner?
Holden rises from his seat, nodding.
Holden Ross: You’re damn straight, Shane. Rick ain’t takin this crown from off of my head. I am the Underground King and I have no plans on relinquishing my throne tonight.
Holden grabs his red leather jacket from off of a hook on the wall and shrugs it on. Was drops to a knee, head bowed, while holding the Underground Championship belt up in reverence. Holden takes the belt and sling it over his left shoulder.
Shane Dodge: One more question before you head out to the ring… What is your opinion on the South Texas Deathride?
Holden and Wes exchange confused glances.
Holden Ross: Is that a new ride at Six Flags? Sounds like a drink you'd order at a “Bro Bar.”
Shane Dodge: They are Jackson Reno and Brett James; the South Texas Deathride. P.C.W.'s newest talent acquisitions!
Again Holden and Wes exchange a look of confusion before Holden slaps Shane on the back.
Holden Ross: So was Elijah Dixon…..
We cut to commercial as Holden exits the room.
He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in 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 Opponent to arrive.
"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, his North American title strapped around his waist. 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.
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 takes off his North American title, raising it up to the rafters with his right hand for all the world to see. He uses his left hand to point towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and something akin to a smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He hands the championship off to the referee before taking off the Hawaiian shirt. He tosses outside the ring towards the nearest body. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.
DING
DING
DING
Hunter is uncharacteristically apologetic at the bell. He wears confliction as well as he wore his title belt. There is a documented shine he's taken to Razor Blade. But that has to be cast aside for tonight. The intensity from the former Underground champion is dripping like water droplets off wet hair. Having got the distraction out of his system, Hunter now focuses on Razor like he were any other opponent.
They lock up. Razor, naturally, has the strength advantage, shown by pushing David backwards to a corner with little resistance. Razor gives a clean break before the referee can insert his authority. Hunter lunges for another grapple and is able to get a measure of an upper hand before Razor tosses him back to the corner. Hunter charges into an uppercut out of that. Then a second. His return volley is blocked and service returned with a headbutt.
Razor backs Hunter on the ropes. He works him over with combination punches before an Irish whip. Hunter hits the brakes, allowing himself a well placed kick to the doubled Razor Blade. Razor is stood upright but feels no residual from the strike. He misses a clothesline. Hunter waistlocks him and then connects with a back suplex. Razor is lifted by the hair and ran to one of the buckles. He sticks a boot in the way and counters with Hunter's face taking the slam!
Jerry Andrews: That'll shake your nerves and rattle your brain.
Ace Anderson: Thank you, Jerry Lee Andrews.
Hunter gets crushed in the corner with repeated clotheslines until the count of four is heard. He's then dumped through the ropes, but rolled underneath the bottom with only his head sticking out. Razor gives him a couple of shots before backing up. His running front dropkick misses and actually sends him wishboning into the ring post, getting a collective groan from the faithful after.
Hunter shakes the cobwebs loose before going on the attack. Razor is drug away and becomes the proud recipient of several elbow drops across his chest. Hunter returns his feet. Razor has his legs lifted in the air. Hunter then stomps him right in the abdomen, but prevents him from turning away. Slingshot!
Razor crashes with a thud in the corner. He slumps onto his hands and knees, falling victim to a penalty kick to the chest for his troubles. A trio of knees targeting the upper body are landed with precision. Hunter brings Razor out to the middle of the ring and then dumps him with a Samoan drop. There's a pin.
1.
2.
Razor powers out right at the count. Hunter frowns at the thought of having to further punish his bae, but it must be done. Taking him to a vertical base for a suplex meets resistance. Razor forearms him in the ribs. Hunter loses dominance temporarily. He reasserts it as Razor attempts a suplex of his own. Hunter has managed to slip behind THE BIG DOG and is prompt on sending him chest first to the corner.
Jerry Andrews: The North American champion has really been targeting Razor Blade's chest.
Ace Anderson: Do you think he's trying to soften his heart?
Jerry Andrews: Uh...ask me in February.
Hunter picks a prime moment to give Razor a running uppercut in the corner. This is followed by some aggressive boots to the midsection until Razor is seated. Hunter hits the far corner and charges right into a SPEAR! Razor rolls him onto his back, hooking the legs for a pin attempt.
1!
2!
Hunter gets his shoulder off the mat. Razor keeps a hand on his chest, but uses the other to bring David to his feet. A jawbreaker turns the tide back in favor of the North American champion AND one-half of The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in PCW. Hunter winces as he rolls to his feet. Razor turns around to take a missile headbutt to the center of the chest. He falls against the ropes, but uses the momentum to tag David with an uppercut.
Hunter staggers, but throws a big boot to the face of Razor, knocking him onto the apron. When he goes to collect him, Razor lowers his shoulder into Hunter's midsection, causing him to double over. A swift knee lift reverses his perspective. Slingshot shoulderblock! Hunter is folded like an accordion for a few seconds, but Razor isn't able to follow-up with anything.
Jerry Andrews: Razor may be down, but he's not out.
Ace Anderson: That's a matter of opinion. I think he's had enough and is waiting to be pinned. Something he's all too familiar with.
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?! All it takes is one mistake from David for everything to change.
When they return to their feet, Razor starts to fire up and fire off strike after strike on a suddenly defenseless David Hunter. Razor short-arms him into a Samoan drop! Razor Blade finds a second gear and fan support. Hunter is picked up and pressed high in the air. Razor lets him fall into a powerslam. Hunter is peeled off the canvas and taken to a corner. Running forearm smash!
Hunter is swung to another corner. Razor hits him with a palm strike, causing him to fall back into that very corner. Razor's running spear misses! Ode to Frank! Hunter hooks the legs.
1!
2!
3!
Razor grabs the bottom rope before the hand can come down for the decisive count. David looks over to see what stopped his potential win. Again, he frowns over what he has to do. Razor throws his arms back upon being picked up. Leaping clothesline! Hunter tumbles on the bottom rope. Razor is slow to slide out of the ring, but he sees a window. Running drive-by dropkick!
Hunter rolls away from the ropes. Razor climbs back into the ring and begins to feed off the support of the crowd. He eagerly waits. Hunter staggers to his feet with his back turned. He doubles over with hands on knees and then one of them moved to his head. Hunter turns around to face his boo. Razor's Edge is caught! A high kick is put on Razor's chest. Hunter spins around with a single arm stunner, Thrill of the Hunt! David rolls over to hook a leg.
1!
2!
3!
Hunter raises his arms in the air, but only after gently patting Razor on the chest. He's acknowledged as the winner by the referee before he exits to the floor. "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal plays to the jeering of fans.
He collects his North American title and looks relieved that he no longer has to fight Razor. His eyes stay locked on the ring as he backs up in the aisle.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW Underground championship! Introducing first.
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
"In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting his Holden and the start of the match.
Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.
Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and takes a few steps along the apron before wiping his feet. He enters through the ropes and is immediately assaulted with a singapore cane. Rick Majors is bringing hellfire and brimstone as he punishes the wicked bastard. If it's exposed, Majors makes sure to put a welt as a lasting reminder. Holden is trapped against the ropes and being denied salvation.
Jerry Andrews: Listen to those shots! Rick Majors is taking him to the woodshed.
Ace Anderson: That tells you what kind of person he is. Holden was ambushed!
Majors backs off long enough to hear the ringing of the bell.
DING
DING
DING
And now violence has been sanctioned. Majors further splints the cane by giving Holden a good ol fashioned whooping. Ross is finally able to get a meat hook on it, but all that does is green light Majors giving him
several elbow smashes to the face. Holden collapses on the apron before dropping to the floor.
Majors snaps the Singapore cane over his knee and is now dual wielding weapons like an Underground Jedi. He picks up right where he left off, but now has the ability of striking impalements. Each time a shot lands, Holden is cut up. He finally has enough of being a punching bag. Majors is powered upside down against the ring post, causing him to land on his head and neck.
Holden waits for him to stand. He does and is avalanched against the unforgiving post. Ross slams the back of his head over and over, then follows it with a palm strike to the face, further working the head over. Ross rips away the protective matting to expose the cold as the grave concrete floor. When he turns, Rick attempts The Centre of Attention, but Holden catches his foot and T-Bone suplexes him on the cement.
Jerry Andrews: This is going to get ugly.
Ace Anderson: I told you to stop looking in the mirror. I also told you to oxycute 'em.
Majors clenches his teeth while clinging to the ring apron for assistance. Holden rips him to his feet and then shoves him backwards to the steps. Rick staggers into a back body drop with an even harder landing on the cement. He slowly rolls onto his stomach, but isn't staying down. Holden drags the top half of the stairs over. Rick is picked up by a hand and set on the edge of the ring. Holden joins. Rick is bent in half and initially picked up for a powerbomb, but he holds onto the top rope with one hand and rakes the eyes with the other.
Rick gives a little wiggle...hurricanrana ON the stairs! Holden's back absorbs all of that damage and he's quick to show it. Rick is on his knees against the ring, head down and gripping the bottom rope. There is a groundswell of support for him. He reaches to the middle rope to pull himself up to one leg. Then muscles his way up to stand on the second. He deeply exhales and turns just in time to see the ring steps flying at him in real time 3D.
And they hit him flush in the face. The steps tumble. Rick falls face first onto them. Holden walks over to recover the bottom half. He returns with them lifted over his head like they were nothing. The steps are dropped like a hammer on the head, neck, and shoulders of Rick Majors! It's a spot so brutal that even the faithful are repulsed. Holden isn't satisfied. He lines the steps so that they face one another. Rick is lifted in a powerbomb from his current position and promptly slammed down between the steps!
Jerry Andrews: Holden is going to break his back!
Ace Anderson: It's not like Majors ever had a spine to begin with...
Holden locks his lands, lifts Majors again, then slams him against the edge of the ring. The third slam is right across the top of the guardrail. The fourth slam is on the concrete floor. The fifth and final one is right through the goddamn announce table! Holden looks at the weakling at his feet with a sense of accomplishment. He's proud of his dirty work. Rick Majors is left in a heap. Holden returns to the ring with his Underground championship clutched in hand. He raises it for all to see. He celebrates for all to boo.
Holden Ross has his celebration cut shockingly short. Rick Majors isn't dead! He's understandably slow to push himself back up, but the forty-eight year old and former cohort has still got the eye of the tiger in him. Ross drops the title, shaking his head in disbelief. But he doesn't immediately go after him. He makes the decision to remove all twelve of the turnbuckle pads. The time it takes him to do that has given Rick a chance to crawl towards the ring. His hand is underneath. Glassy eyed and beaten, he musters enough to call Holden a few derogatory names.
Holden reaches through the ropes to grab him. He suddenly roars in pain! Rick Majors has swept his legs out with a CAT O NINE TAILS! Holden is pulled to the floor. Majors has enough fight in him to unleash a torrent of lashings! Holden is in intense pain and bleeding. Majors may be on spaghetti legs, but he's whipping the bastard like a government mule. Majors pushes Holden onto his knees, then gives him a shot to the top of his head.
Jerry Andrews: Medieval torture has come to Trauma!
The faithful are fully behind Rick and loving his barbaric choice of punishment. Holden takes half hatch knee strikes now. Holden is further whipped until they reach the exposed floor. Rick does away with the whip and then somehow has enough strength left to power Holden onto the side of the ring. He lifts him up, has an unceremonious tumble, but lands an ugly brainbuster ON the concrete.
Tainted Excellence off the steps!! Holden is half on the steps and half off, but Rick Majors has firing on all cylinders of his "never say die" attitude. That is until JASON WILLARD appears! Majors sidesteps an incoming chair shot, having anticipated his unwelcomed arrival. Majors lands The Centre of Attention against the steel chair, knocking it back in his face! Majors takes uses that very chair to put an even bigger dent in it from Holden's skull.
Willard is worked over up to the stage. He calls for his mommy in anticipation of his fate. The Major Impact off the stage and through a table below!! Majors stands tall over his nemesis with a sense of revenge. Willard is left buried in a debris pile. Majors triumphantly makes his way back to the ring, cutting Holden off as he starts to enter.
Jerry Andrews: Willard has been put down for the second time tonight and I love it! Now Rick can finish what he started on Holden Ross.
Ace Anderson: This can't be happening. Rick is too broken down to be Underground King!
Holden is slammed against the top steel connector in every corner, busting him wide open. The process continues with the middles. Then the bottoms. Rick drags Holden to the middle of the ring. He goes for Believe in This! Holden shocks everyone with a pumphandle driver counter! Holden withstood all of that punishment. He's obviously not going at full strength, but he's still got enough left.
Holden partially RIPS off the top rope, using it as a whip and a way to strangle the remaining life out of Rick. His attention turns to finishing things once and for all. Holden introduces thumb tacks! Rick is lifted in a back to back double underhook...Sins of the Father on the tacks!! He rolls Rick over for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
The referee mercifully calls for the bell as Billy Corgan's vocals are reintroduced on the speakers.
Jerry Andrews: What an absolute brutal war we just saw.
Ace Anderson: The calling card of the Underground.
Holden Ross smears some of his blood across the faceplate of the title as he victoriously walks away from the ring.
Thinking about Justin Michaels. Stormm. The Force of Nature. The soon-to-be challenger to the World Championship, at Deadly Intentions X.
The Tenth!
Grimm, or, since he isn’t officially participating in the evening’s festivities, Phinehas Dillinger, considers the history between the two. The alliances and the feuds. The victories and the losses. The mind games and the all-out assaults. It has been a journey together as long as, if not longer than, any other active members of the PCW roster. Michaels has insinuated that his time as a competitive wrestler is running short, and as such, the upcoming match could very well be a punctuation mark on Stormm’s championship dreams, and the final fork in the road traveled by the Force of Nature and the Lord of Misrule.
In other words, the match is gonna be a doozy.
Once upon a time, Phinehas entered this very press box to find a gift from Seromine and Destiny. A Bible, if you remember. So it is not completely unheard of, and not inconceivable, that as he walks into that box, still immersed in shadows cast by the arena lights, a lone light shining towards the back catches his attention. A gift for Grimm, one of both respect and malice, leans in the back corner. As black as night, so if not for the lighting presentation and the orange bow wrapped around the barrel, the dark stained, wooden baseball bat would have gone unnoticed. It is not the bat, as no man (or woman) in the locker room could ever earn an honor high enough for Stormm to gift away his beloved lumber.
A closer look reveals the aggressive symbol that has been synonymous with the Force of Nature branded into the barrel. Underneath the burn are a series of letters and words engraved into the wood deep enough for the unstained Ash to peek through. FTBH, …and NEW…, 2x, and This is Your Warning. They warrant a nod and grin from the Hangtown Horror which fades as quickly as they appear as the light in the room explodes, and the door to the box opens and slams as a shadow rushes out behind him.
Now, Phinehas isn’t entirely surprised to see it, and to be honest he would have been a little disappointed if Michaels hadn’t reciprocated the present of the shovel at the last Trauma. Phinehas appreciates the gesture none the less, and he takes up the bat. This is no cheap knockoff. No, this bat has heft and is well-balanced, and Phinehas twirls it as he investigates the press box. Poking in dark corners and peering into closets.
Mutual respect or not, fleeing figures or what have you, this is Stormm we’re talking about. Better safe than sorry.
Satisfied he’s not about to be blindsided, Phinehas sets the bat back in the corner and walks to the windows overlooking the ring. The arena begins to fill. He grins, takes a deep breath, and smells…
Salt. Sea oats. Sand.
Phinehas reaches into a pocket and pulls out a piece of blue glass worn smooth by the tumbling of waves. The blue within it intensifies, and swirls, and forms a vortex, the center of which pitches into a black abyss. The glass grows warm in his hand.
Brenna Gordon is back.
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday September 26th, 2019
Thursday September 26th, 2019
The show opens with the excited PCW Faithful as usual, and Ace and Jerry are ready to go!
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to another sold out episode of Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside the PCW Hall of Famer Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: We're one show away from Deadly Intentions and, Jerry, I have some breaking news for you right now about that show.
Jerry Andrews: I can't wait to hear it!
Ace Anderson: Of course, Deadly Intentions is the home of the Deadly Rumble where the winner will receive a shot at the PCW World Title at Collision Course. This year, PCW management has decided that, to encourage competition and ensure the best possible wrestler wins the Rumble, the North American and Underground Titles will not be defended on the show but both of those champions will be involved in the Rumble match itself!
Jerry Andrews: That is huge news and something that will certainly increase the star power in the Deadly Rumble!
Ace Anderson: And, speaking of the Deadly Rumble, our first match of the evening features the 2018 winner!
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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.
So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.
As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.
'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.
The mixed reaction of cheers and boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.
'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...
Sasha Greene: ... Boston, Massachusetts: Brenna Gordon!
Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.
Singles Match
Gerard Angelo vs Brenna Gordon
Referee: Ed Lane
Gerard Angelo vs Brenna Gordon
Referee: Ed Lane
Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon making her PCW in-ring return tonight. It’ll be interesting to see how she does in this match. She hasn’t been in a PCW ring in a very long time.
Ace Anderson: That could work in her favor too. Gerard Angelo doesn’t know what to expect from her while she’s been able to scout him rather easily.
The bell rings and the two competitors circle one another. They finally both lunge forward into a grapple. Gerard gets the advantage and she shoves Gordon back into the corner. She bounds out of it, but he successfully takes her down with a snap superkick to the jaw!
Jerry Andrews: One Hit Wonder! Angelo trying to end this early!
Gerard Angelo goes for the cover…. 1…. 2…. Kickout! Angelo stays on Gordon now, unloading on her with a series of forearms to the face.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo very aggressive in the early part of this match. It definitely looks like he wants to stop Brenna before she can get her feet under her and get some momentum. It’s s smart strategy against someone who hasn’t competed in PCW in a while.
Angelo pulls Brenna up. He whips her off the ropes and, when she returns, he takes her down with a spinebuster. He goes for another cover and gets another two count. From there, Angelo pulls Gordon up again and throws her into the corner. He charges at her, but she manages to get her feet up and stop him in his tracks by connecting with a double boot to the face.
Brenna leaps out of the corner now, connecting with a knee to Angelo’s head. As he gets to his feet, she takes him down with a side Russian leg sweep and follows it up with a leg drop to the throat. Brenna Gordon goes for a cover now and she gets a two count of her own.
Jerry Andrews: It doesn’t look like there’s any ring rust!
Ace Anderson: Sure, but it’s still early. Wait until the match goes on and we’ll see what her conditioning is like.
Brenna pulls Angelo up, but he takes her down with a sudden clothesline! He then drops an elbow before locking her into a headlock. Angelo leans on her, hoping to wear her down and test some of that conditioning, just like Ace was talking about. Brenna tries to slide out of the move, but she’s unsuccessful. She does, however, manage to get her foot under the bottom rope, which causes the referee to demand that the hold be broken.
Angelo releases Gordon, but quickly follows up with another elbow drop to the spine. He then pulls her up, drags her into the center of the ring, and drops her with a DDT. Angelo goes for a pin:
1….
2…
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
He pulls her up and attempts a suplex, but she blocks it and hits a suplex of her own! Brenna Gordon then pulls him up and hits another suplex before locking him into a triangle choke. This time it’s Angelo’s turn to struggle in a hold. He makes it to the ropes finally and the hold is broken.
Jerry Andrews: What an incredibly even match.
Ace Anderson: Neither competitor can get a large advantage at this point!
Both competitors rise to their feet. Angelo charges at Gordon with a clothesline. She ducks under it and catches him by the head….
Jerry Andrews: Crash The Shore!!!
Brenna Gordon makes the cover:
1…
2….
Ace Anderson: No! Kickout!
Gordon waits for her opponent to get to his feet. When she does, she rushes at him, hitting him with a knee lift into a spinning leg sweep. She goes for another cover and gets another two. Gordon then pulls Angelo up, but he stops her offense by hitting a strong European uppercut! He then grabs her, sets her up, and powerbombs her down to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: What force on that power bomb!
Angelo goes for a cover now:
1….
2….
Brenna Gordon kicks out! Angelo pulls Brenna up and backs her into the corner. Gerard unloads with several strikes before throwing her across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. She hits it HARD and staggers out, only to be taken down with another spinebuster. Angelo pulls her up now…
Jerry Andrews: He’s setting her up for the Hollywood Ending!
Gordon counters, adjusting herself and taking him down with a hurricanrana! She holds on for a pinning attempt… but Angelo kicks out before three! Both competitors rise up. Gordon charges at Angelo, who rushes forward as well, taking her down with a running Busaiku knee kick!
Jerry Andrews: HEADHUNTER! The cover!
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: THREE!
The referee signals no!
Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?
Ace Anderson: She kicked out!? Wow… that was close. I thought the match was over for sure!
Angelo stands up and looks at the referee in disbelief. When he turns around, Gordon is running at him….
Jerry Andrews: RIP TIDE!
Gordon goes for a quick cover:
1….
2….
Angelo kicks out, but it’s too late as it’s a split second after the referee counts….
3!!!
Ace Anderson: She got him!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner: BRENNA GORDON!!!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a victory for Brenna Gordon, defeating the former PCW World Champion here tonight!
Ace Anderson: And what a battle! That one could have gone either way! Woo!
The scene switches to backstage, where Shane Dodge is standing alongside Rick Majors.
Shane Dodge: Rick, tonight you compete for the Underground Title in a match against Holden Ross. You've defeated Ross before, but that wasn't an Underground rules match. Are you prepared to get into such a dangerous match against such a dangerous man tonight?
Rick Majors: Shane, Holden Ross and I have a history. I knew his father and his father was a good man. Now Holden...? He's a man who is lost and who has headed down the wrong path. And I feel like I helped direct him down that path when I wrongfully encouraged him to follow Seromine. That's something I have to live with every day. But, Shane, another thing I have to live with is that I'm a professional wrestler. I've been one for more than 20 years. And, yeah, Holden is younger than I am and stronger and probably more violent. But getting hurt has never scared me before. And it's not scaring me now. I want to win a title here as myself, not as Gabriel or anyone else. And I'm going to do that tonight.
With that, Rick Majors nods to Dodge and walks away as Trauma heads to commercial.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Miami Gardens, Florida, weighing 200 lbs, NOAH VENTURA!
There is some pity applause for the nondescript jobber. Think about someone who has been evenly cooked on the beach by the sun, wearing plain wrestling attire.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the arena cotton candy colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison...
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California...weighing 250 lbs, JASON WILLARD!
The childlike Willard walks through wispy stage fog clutching onto a framed photo of his mommy like it was his most prized possession. The look on his face makes it clear that he misses her. But he knows she'll be back soon, so not to worry. Still, not even the presence of Destiny is alleviating things. She looks bewildered by his current state.
There's a moment where he reaches out to the hands of the faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or wanted to be friends. He flips her photo around angrily, informing them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!" Destiny tries in vain to get her husband's attention. Jason goes into the ring and sheepishly waves to the commentary team. He sets her photo where he can always see it and then proudly tells the referee and opponent all about her.
He also tells Destiny.
Singles Match
Noah Ventura vs Jason Willard
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!Noah Ventura vs Jason Willard
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
Jason starts to run the ropes like a kid with all the energy in the world, laughing and giggling as he does this. He stops long enough to shake the referee's hand over and over, telling him his name like he didn't already know it. Then he turns his attention to Noah, only he doesn't try to shake his hand. Instead, he waves emphatically with drawn out "HIIIIIIIIIIIII'S!"
Jerry Andrews: ...Do you have anything to say, Ace?
Ace Anderson: Well, he seems to be enjoying himself, bless his heart. With all of the bullying he's been taking...
Jerry Andrews (cutting him off): Are we talking about the same guy here?!
Noah is completely thrown off by Willard's unusual behavior. Upset by being ignored, Willard rushes Noah to land a rather stiff forearm to the face, sending him crashing into the top turnbuckle. Willard puts the boots to him as hard as he possibly can while chastising Noah for being rude.
He hears the count of the ref and questions why he's doing that. Willard plays innocent about doing anything wrong, explaining that Noah was the one in the wrong and that he was getting his just desserts. Destiny continues trying in vain to get Jason's attention. What winds up calming him is spotting the framed photo. Then he lowers his lip and apologizes.
Noah is helped to feet and asked if there are any hard feelings? He never gets the chance to answer that because Willard short-arm clotheslines him. He then picks him up on his shoulders and starts an airplane spin. Noah is dumped hard on his back. Willard is tipsy at first, but then he holds his arms out like the wings of a plane and goes "flying" around the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Normalcy has long hit the eject button. I can only wonder what Destiny is thinking about all of this.
Willard's "landing" consists of hitting Little Boy Blue. He then gets up and looks to where he put Lucy's photo at. But it's not there! "Mommy, where are you??" He quietly calls. He doesn't see her photo anywhere in or out of the ring and really grows concerned. That is until Destiny whistles at him. She pulls the framed photo out from behind her back!
"You put my mommy down! She doesn't want you holding her!"
Destiny is dumbfounded by what she's hearing. Jason reaches through the ropes, but she backs up into the aisle...and right into Lindsay Michaels! Her surprise appearance has everyone cheering. Destiny turns around and then off go the lights. Dim lights focus on the ring seconds later.
The referee is nowhere to be found. STORMM IS BEHIND JASON! He waits for him to turn around...Jason gets the picture frame smashed over his head! Willard is quick to hold the targeted spot, leaving himself open for Stormm to set-up a fisherman suplex. There's a two-hundred seventy degree twirl on the jump, FORCE OF NATURE connects and lives up to the first word on the full impact of it!
Jerry Andrews: That's called payback and it's a bitch!
Ace Anderson: Stormm should be more concerned about Grimm. But instead, he rather be vindictive towards a defenseless Jason Willard. This is disgusting.
There is simulated lightning flashes to go with the sound of thunder inside of the mostly dark arena. Stormm stands tall over Jason with a satisfied grin on his face. But he's not done. Stormm's final act is dragging Noah Ventura across the ring and putting him over Willard! Then the lights go out again. When they come back on, The Michaels are nowhere to be found. But the referee is and he's just noticed there's a pin to be counted.
1!
2!
3!!
The faithful don't know whether to laugh or applaud, but what they do know is that Stormm just caused Jason Willard to lose a meaningless match.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner...Noah Ventura...!
Even the seasoned ring announcer is at a loss by what happened. But nobody is more surprised than Noah himself. The moment he has his arm raised, he goes into celebration mode like he just quarterbacked a Super Bowl winning football team. His departure is a full sprint to the back.
Destiny enters the ring, but keeps looking towards the stage, presumably for Lindsay and/or Justin. Jason stirs to his knees while holding his head. He picks up the now broken picture frame, having a long stare at Lucy's smiling photograph. "Mommy...look at what he did!" He lifts her photo to where the wound is.
Jerry Andrews: She can't see it!
Ace Anderson: She can in spirit AND on TV. She can when he goes back to California. Leave him alone, Jerry. He's just been screwed over.
Jason lowers the picture back down and turns his attention to a patiently waiting Destiny. Now he turns the photo towards the broken glass fragments around him. "Look at what she did!" Destiny, clearly concerned, tries to help him to his feet. Jason is having none of it. He leaves the ring like he entered the arena: clutching onto the framed photo like it was his most prized possession. But he hops the rail and disappears into the crowd, leaving Destiny to return to the back on her own.
Shane Dodge is shown backstage entering the dressing room of Holden Ross and David Hunter. Presently, Holden is sitting on a folded chair, taping his right hand while his Dwarf cousin, Wes, stands nearby, cradling the Underground Championship in his stubby arms. Holden finishes his task before tossing the roll of tape into an open duffle bag at his feet. Shane gives an inquisitive, and confused, glance at Wes before addressing Holden.
Shane Dodge: Holden, tonight promises to be a tougher fight against Rick Majors than what you faced last week against the one and only, Razor Blade. How have you prepared for Majors compared to training for the Big Dawg?
Holden looks over at his Dwarf cousin and scoffs, shaking his head.
Holden Ross: Shane, I neutered the Big Dawg…..now he's not much more than a growling pup. He's in my rearview and I’ll only be facing him if the upper brass wanna give the crowd a treat. Razor and I, we always deliver, that’s a fact, but I always come out on top, when we meet up. And yeah, the last time I stepped foot in a ring with Majors, he was the victor. But tonight, the details might be the same but the results will be much different.
Shane Dodge: In that you will be walking out the winner?
Holden rises from his seat, nodding.
Holden Ross: You’re damn straight, Shane. Rick ain’t takin this crown from off of my head. I am the Underground King and I have no plans on relinquishing my throne tonight.
Holden grabs his red leather jacket from off of a hook on the wall and shrugs it on. Was drops to a knee, head bowed, while holding the Underground Championship belt up in reverence. Holden takes the belt and sling it over his left shoulder.
Shane Dodge: One more question before you head out to the ring… What is your opinion on the South Texas Deathride?
Holden and Wes exchange confused glances.
Holden Ross: Is that a new ride at Six Flags? Sounds like a drink you'd order at a “Bro Bar.”
Shane Dodge: They are Jackson Reno and Brett James; the South Texas Deathride. P.C.W.'s newest talent acquisitions!
Again Holden and Wes exchange a look of confusion before Holden slaps Shane on the back.
Holden Ross: So was Elijah Dixon…..
We cut to commercial as Holden exits the room.
Sasha Greene: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...from Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in 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 Opponent to arrive.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
"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, his North American title strapped around his waist. 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, he is the PCW North American Champion, 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 takes off his North American title, raising it up to the rafters with his right hand for all the world to see. He uses his left hand to point towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and something akin to a smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He hands the championship off to the referee before taking off the Hawaiian shirt. He tosses outside the ring towards the nearest body. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.
Non-Title Match
David Hunter (PCW North American ©) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Eric Russo
David Hunter (PCW North American ©) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Eric Russo
DING
DING
DING
Hunter is uncharacteristically apologetic at the bell. He wears confliction as well as he wore his title belt. There is a documented shine he's taken to Razor Blade. But that has to be cast aside for tonight. The intensity from the former Underground champion is dripping like water droplets off wet hair. Having got the distraction out of his system, Hunter now focuses on Razor like he were any other opponent.
They lock up. Razor, naturally, has the strength advantage, shown by pushing David backwards to a corner with little resistance. Razor gives a clean break before the referee can insert his authority. Hunter lunges for another grapple and is able to get a measure of an upper hand before Razor tosses him back to the corner. Hunter charges into an uppercut out of that. Then a second. His return volley is blocked and service returned with a headbutt.
Razor backs Hunter on the ropes. He works him over with combination punches before an Irish whip. Hunter hits the brakes, allowing himself a well placed kick to the doubled Razor Blade. Razor is stood upright but feels no residual from the strike. He misses a clothesline. Hunter waistlocks him and then connects with a back suplex. Razor is lifted by the hair and ran to one of the buckles. He sticks a boot in the way and counters with Hunter's face taking the slam!
Jerry Andrews: That'll shake your nerves and rattle your brain.
Ace Anderson: Thank you, Jerry Lee Andrews.
Hunter gets crushed in the corner with repeated clotheslines until the count of four is heard. He's then dumped through the ropes, but rolled underneath the bottom with only his head sticking out. Razor gives him a couple of shots before backing up. His running front dropkick misses and actually sends him wishboning into the ring post, getting a collective groan from the faithful after.
Hunter shakes the cobwebs loose before going on the attack. Razor is drug away and becomes the proud recipient of several elbow drops across his chest. Hunter returns his feet. Razor has his legs lifted in the air. Hunter then stomps him right in the abdomen, but prevents him from turning away. Slingshot!
Razor crashes with a thud in the corner. He slumps onto his hands and knees, falling victim to a penalty kick to the chest for his troubles. A trio of knees targeting the upper body are landed with precision. Hunter brings Razor out to the middle of the ring and then dumps him with a Samoan drop. There's a pin.
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Razor powers out right at the count. Hunter frowns at the thought of having to further punish his bae, but it must be done. Taking him to a vertical base for a suplex meets resistance. Razor forearms him in the ribs. Hunter loses dominance temporarily. He reasserts it as Razor attempts a suplex of his own. Hunter has managed to slip behind THE BIG DOG and is prompt on sending him chest first to the corner.
Jerry Andrews: The North American champion has really been targeting Razor Blade's chest.
Ace Anderson: Do you think he's trying to soften his heart?
Jerry Andrews: Uh...ask me in February.
Hunter picks a prime moment to give Razor a running uppercut in the corner. This is followed by some aggressive boots to the midsection until Razor is seated. Hunter hits the far corner and charges right into a SPEAR! Razor rolls him onto his back, hooking the legs for a pin attempt.
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Hunter gets his shoulder off the mat. Razor keeps a hand on his chest, but uses the other to bring David to his feet. A jawbreaker turns the tide back in favor of the North American champion AND one-half of The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in PCW. Hunter winces as he rolls to his feet. Razor turns around to take a missile headbutt to the center of the chest. He falls against the ropes, but uses the momentum to tag David with an uppercut.
Hunter staggers, but throws a big boot to the face of Razor, knocking him onto the apron. When he goes to collect him, Razor lowers his shoulder into Hunter's midsection, causing him to double over. A swift knee lift reverses his perspective. Slingshot shoulderblock! Hunter is folded like an accordion for a few seconds, but Razor isn't able to follow-up with anything.
Jerry Andrews: Razor may be down, but he's not out.
Ace Anderson: That's a matter of opinion. I think he's had enough and is waiting to be pinned. Something he's all too familiar with.
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?! All it takes is one mistake from David for everything to change.
When they return to their feet, Razor starts to fire up and fire off strike after strike on a suddenly defenseless David Hunter. Razor short-arms him into a Samoan drop! Razor Blade finds a second gear and fan support. Hunter is picked up and pressed high in the air. Razor lets him fall into a powerslam. Hunter is peeled off the canvas and taken to a corner. Running forearm smash!
Hunter is swung to another corner. Razor hits him with a palm strike, causing him to fall back into that very corner. Razor's running spear misses! Ode to Frank! Hunter hooks the legs.
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Razor grabs the bottom rope before the hand can come down for the decisive count. David looks over to see what stopped his potential win. Again, he frowns over what he has to do. Razor throws his arms back upon being picked up. Leaping clothesline! Hunter tumbles on the bottom rope. Razor is slow to slide out of the ring, but he sees a window. Running drive-by dropkick!
Hunter rolls away from the ropes. Razor climbs back into the ring and begins to feed off the support of the crowd. He eagerly waits. Hunter staggers to his feet with his back turned. He doubles over with hands on knees and then one of them moved to his head. Hunter turns around to face his boo. Razor's Edge is caught! A high kick is put on Razor's chest. Hunter spins around with a single arm stunner, Thrill of the Hunt! David rolls over to hook a leg.
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Hunter raises his arms in the air, but only after gently patting Razor on the chest. He's acknowledged as the winner by the referee before he exits to the floor. "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal plays to the jeering of fans.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, David Hunter!
He collects his North American title and looks relieved that he no longer has to fight Razor. His eyes stay locked on the ring as he backs up in the aisle.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW Underground championship! Introducing first.
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 227 lbs, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
"In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting his Holden and the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent....
Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.
Sasha Greene: ...making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, five inches tall! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is the PCW Underground champion, Holden Roooooosssssss!
PCW Underground Championship
Underground Rules
Holden Ross (Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
Underground Rules
Holden Ross (Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and takes a few steps along the apron before wiping his feet. He enters through the ropes and is immediately assaulted with a singapore cane. Rick Majors is bringing hellfire and brimstone as he punishes the wicked bastard. If it's exposed, Majors makes sure to put a welt as a lasting reminder. Holden is trapped against the ropes and being denied salvation.
Jerry Andrews: Listen to those shots! Rick Majors is taking him to the woodshed.
Ace Anderson: That tells you what kind of person he is. Holden was ambushed!
Majors backs off long enough to hear the ringing of the bell.
DING
DING
DING
And now violence has been sanctioned. Majors further splints the cane by giving Holden a good ol fashioned whooping. Ross is finally able to get a meat hook on it, but all that does is green light Majors giving him
several elbow smashes to the face. Holden collapses on the apron before dropping to the floor.
Majors snaps the Singapore cane over his knee and is now dual wielding weapons like an Underground Jedi. He picks up right where he left off, but now has the ability of striking impalements. Each time a shot lands, Holden is cut up. He finally has enough of being a punching bag. Majors is powered upside down against the ring post, causing him to land on his head and neck.
Holden waits for him to stand. He does and is avalanched against the unforgiving post. Ross slams the back of his head over and over, then follows it with a palm strike to the face, further working the head over. Ross rips away the protective matting to expose the cold as the grave concrete floor. When he turns, Rick attempts The Centre of Attention, but Holden catches his foot and T-Bone suplexes him on the cement.
Jerry Andrews: This is going to get ugly.
Ace Anderson: I told you to stop looking in the mirror. I also told you to oxycute 'em.
Majors clenches his teeth while clinging to the ring apron for assistance. Holden rips him to his feet and then shoves him backwards to the steps. Rick staggers into a back body drop with an even harder landing on the cement. He slowly rolls onto his stomach, but isn't staying down. Holden drags the top half of the stairs over. Rick is picked up by a hand and set on the edge of the ring. Holden joins. Rick is bent in half and initially picked up for a powerbomb, but he holds onto the top rope with one hand and rakes the eyes with the other.
Rick gives a little wiggle...hurricanrana ON the stairs! Holden's back absorbs all of that damage and he's quick to show it. Rick is on his knees against the ring, head down and gripping the bottom rope. There is a groundswell of support for him. He reaches to the middle rope to pull himself up to one leg. Then muscles his way up to stand on the second. He deeply exhales and turns just in time to see the ring steps flying at him in real time 3D.
And they hit him flush in the face. The steps tumble. Rick falls face first onto them. Holden walks over to recover the bottom half. He returns with them lifted over his head like they were nothing. The steps are dropped like a hammer on the head, neck, and shoulders of Rick Majors! It's a spot so brutal that even the faithful are repulsed. Holden isn't satisfied. He lines the steps so that they face one another. Rick is lifted in a powerbomb from his current position and promptly slammed down between the steps!
Jerry Andrews: Holden is going to break his back!
Ace Anderson: It's not like Majors ever had a spine to begin with...
Holden locks his lands, lifts Majors again, then slams him against the edge of the ring. The third slam is right across the top of the guardrail. The fourth slam is on the concrete floor. The fifth and final one is right through the goddamn announce table! Holden looks at the weakling at his feet with a sense of accomplishment. He's proud of his dirty work. Rick Majors is left in a heap. Holden returns to the ring with his Underground championship clutched in hand. He raises it for all to see. He celebrates for all to boo.
Holden Ross has his celebration cut shockingly short. Rick Majors isn't dead! He's understandably slow to push himself back up, but the forty-eight year old and former cohort has still got the eye of the tiger in him. Ross drops the title, shaking his head in disbelief. But he doesn't immediately go after him. He makes the decision to remove all twelve of the turnbuckle pads. The time it takes him to do that has given Rick a chance to crawl towards the ring. His hand is underneath. Glassy eyed and beaten, he musters enough to call Holden a few derogatory names.
Holden reaches through the ropes to grab him. He suddenly roars in pain! Rick Majors has swept his legs out with a CAT O NINE TAILS! Holden is pulled to the floor. Majors has enough fight in him to unleash a torrent of lashings! Holden is in intense pain and bleeding. Majors may be on spaghetti legs, but he's whipping the bastard like a government mule. Majors pushes Holden onto his knees, then gives him a shot to the top of his head.
Jerry Andrews: Medieval torture has come to Trauma!
The faithful are fully behind Rick and loving his barbaric choice of punishment. Holden takes half hatch knee strikes now. Holden is further whipped until they reach the exposed floor. Rick does away with the whip and then somehow has enough strength left to power Holden onto the side of the ring. He lifts him up, has an unceremonious tumble, but lands an ugly brainbuster ON the concrete.
Tainted Excellence off the steps!! Holden is half on the steps and half off, but Rick Majors has firing on all cylinders of his "never say die" attitude. That is until JASON WILLARD appears! Majors sidesteps an incoming chair shot, having anticipated his unwelcomed arrival. Majors lands The Centre of Attention against the steel chair, knocking it back in his face! Majors takes uses that very chair to put an even bigger dent in it from Holden's skull.
Willard is worked over up to the stage. He calls for his mommy in anticipation of his fate. The Major Impact off the stage and through a table below!! Majors stands tall over his nemesis with a sense of revenge. Willard is left buried in a debris pile. Majors triumphantly makes his way back to the ring, cutting Holden off as he starts to enter.
Jerry Andrews: Willard has been put down for the second time tonight and I love it! Now Rick can finish what he started on Holden Ross.
Ace Anderson: This can't be happening. Rick is too broken down to be Underground King!
Holden is slammed against the top steel connector in every corner, busting him wide open. The process continues with the middles. Then the bottoms. Rick drags Holden to the middle of the ring. He goes for Believe in This! Holden shocks everyone with a pumphandle driver counter! Holden withstood all of that punishment. He's obviously not going at full strength, but he's still got enough left.
Holden partially RIPS off the top rope, using it as a whip and a way to strangle the remaining life out of Rick. His attention turns to finishing things once and for all. Holden introduces thumb tacks! Rick is lifted in a back to back double underhook...Sins of the Father on the tacks!! He rolls Rick over for the pin.
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The referee mercifully calls for the bell as Billy Corgan's vocals are reintroduced on the speakers.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL PCW Underground Champion, Holden Ross!
Jerry Andrews: What an absolute brutal war we just saw.
Ace Anderson: The calling card of the Underground.
Holden Ross smears some of his blood across the faceplate of the title as he victoriously walks away from the ring.
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