Trauma 261 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma
Thursday November 7th, 2019

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and what a show we have tonight!

Ace Anderson: I can't wait, Jerry! Two huge tag matches including the debut of a brand new team here in PCW!

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. Instead of the usual subtle orange lights that would illuminate the ramp way, instead, a single spotlight shines on the center of the ring as the strings begin to accompany the percussion as the rest of the arena remains pitch black.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go Ace, our World Champion is here!

Ace Anderson: When he didn’t open Trauma 260, I was kind of hoping he’d just remain in the shadows for the duration of his title reign. Wishful thinking on my part.

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 around the ring. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.

Jerry Andrews: This is a moment eight years in the making, and I for one won’t let your sourpuss ruin it for me, and I hope everyone watching at home ignores you too!

Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine which would normally accompany Stormm on stage, instead leads the new World Champion into the spotlight in the center of the ring, and he comes into view as the crowd roars!

Ace Anderson: Would you listen to that Jerry, thousands of people who wouldn’t know a great champion if one body slammed them!

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 with a nod, turning one full rotation looking out to those in attendance with the World title belt draped over his left shoulder and clutched in his hand.

Jerry Andrews: Folks, after one hell of a battle at Deadly Intentions against PCW’s most dominant World Champion in our history, Grimm, Stormm came out on top to claim his second World title!

Ace Anderson: It was a fluke. He must have paid Grimm off!

Jerry Andrews: Are you accusing Grimm…

Ace Anderson: Maybe he was running low on twigs, bones, entrails, something, anything. All I’m saying is it was rigged!

Jerry Andrews: You getting this job was rigged. Where’s Al Laimen when you need him?

The music finally dies down along with the cheers from the crowd, but the house lights remain off with the spotlight shining on Stormm being the only light on in the place. The World Champion steps out of the spotlight long enough to be handed a microphone and steps back into the ray of light.

Stormm: I didn’t come out here to make a big deal about this, so I’ll get it out of the way first, but…

The Force of Nature raises the World title belt over his head, lowering the mic to his side, but yelling out into the crowd, “Finally!” to the crowd’s ovation.

Stormm: Now then, second title reign, eight years, yadda yadda, I’ll leave the rest of that for Jerry down there to talk about. The reason I’m out here now is, well, let’s talk about the elephant in the arena, shall we?

Looking up towards the upper deck seats, another set of lights illuminates a replica of the Hollywood sign that has been mounted to the top deck opposite the entrance ramp. The Faithful boo.

Stormm: You know, Gerry, winning the Deadly Rumble two years in a row, and being a former World Champion as well, that’s respectable. But claiming the Pure Class Arena like this, while slumming it up with two gutter rats like David Hunter and Holden Ross?

Very few cheers can be heard amidst the jeers as Stormm shakes his head.

Ace Anderson: I thought the addition to the area was a good use of feng shui, Jerry!

Stormm: Gerard Angelo versus Stormm, it’s been uddered numerous times over the last couple of years, and what better time than Collision Course for that to happen, and what better prize than the World title, for it to happen for the first time, one on one?

Jerry Andrews: A match that was made at the conclusion of the Deadly Rumble, Ace, Stormm versus Gerard Angelo will close out Collision Course next month, and it will be for the World Championship.

Ace Anderson: Stormm has got one thing right, this is a match a lot of people have been waiting to see, and for everyone’s sake, we can only hope that Gerard reclaims PCW’s top prize, and puts a quick end to Stormm’s paper title run!

Stormm: Hell, let’s invite those two cancerous moles you’ve got on your back, Hunter and Ross, to watch too. Your numbers and cheap tricks…

He looks back up to the Hollywood sign to more boos from the crowd.

Stormm: ...don’t mean jack when I’ve 16,000 more reasons in this arena alone why I’ll still be World Champion when it’s all said and done!

Pointing the mic out to the crowd as he turns around and aims it out towards the Faithful as they explode with commendation for their World champ.

Ace Anderson: Classic pandering by Stormm.

Jerry Andrews: Vintage condescension by Ace Anderson.

Stormm: With that said, I’m not going to stand here and monologue exactly how the next month or so is going to play out, try to convince anyone why I'm the champion, and trash any more on why Gerry doesn’t have what it takes to beat me. We both know to watch our backs, and everyone here knows they are in for one Hell of a show as we spend the next four weeks beating the shit out of each other, physically and mentally.

Ace Anderson: At least he’s aware he’s going to get beat up.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, that’s what he meant.

Stormm: But I’ll say this, you can play your games, come at me three on one, and throw everything including the kitchen sink at me, I’m going to white knuckle this title belt as long as I can, and do whatever it takes to hold onto it for as long as I can. It took me this long to get back to this point, I’m not going to let some ignorant monkey who doesn’t think I have what it takes or deserves what I have try to prove me wrong!

Jerry Andrews: And how!

Ace Anderson: You’re the worst, Jerry! The worst!

Stormm: ...because of the Force of Nature is coming, and this is your warning!

“Notorious” picks back up where it left off as the house lights come back on and Stormm exits the ring and walks back up the ramp. He stops on the stage, and turns back towards the ring, raising the World title high once more before heading backstage.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma and now it's time to meet the South Texas Deathride! Yes, it's time for some STDs!

Ace Anderson: I believe they call them STIs now.

Jerry Andrews: The tag team?

Ace Anderson: No, sexually transmitted infections.

Jerry Andrews: I was talking about the tag team.

Ace Anderson: Oh. Me too.

Jerry Andrews: ....

Ace Anderson: ...

Jerry Andrews: Also, while the terms sexually transmitted infection and sexually transmitted disease are often used interchangeably and as synonyms, but they technically mean different things. Having an STI means that an individual has an infection, but that it has not yet developed into a disease. An infection is often the first step of a disease and occurs when either bacteria or viruses enter the body and start multiplying.

Ace Anderson: So the tag team is named South Texas Deathride, eh?

Jerry: Yes.

An ear-piercing whistle squeals above the crowd, bringing the attention to the stage. Clapping in tempo with the underlying beat, everyone in attendance is bobbing their heads and, within seconds, the entire arena is rocking in anticipation. They don't wait long before Bret James and Jackson Reno burst through the curtain, bringing an energy into the arena that tests it's very seams. James works the crowd on the left side of the stage while Reno amps them up on the right.

🎶
COME ON! COME ON!
GET UP! GET UP!
🎶

With both of their arms high above their heads, James and Reno stand on the stage at the edge of a sea of horns (🤘) . James taps his chest and glances to the rafters in homage before meeting his tag team partner at the top of the ramp. A quick fist bump and they start their descent, slapping fives, bumping fists, shaking hands and kissing hot babes as they head to the ring.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, from Port Aransas on Mustang Island (just off them sandy beaches of beautiful Corpus Christi, Texas), weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds: Jackson Reno and Bret James - The South Texas Deathride!!!

The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.

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 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.

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.

Sasha Greene: And, their opponents, representing the Black Hand: Dominator and Grimm!!!

Tag Team Match
The Black Hand [Grimm & Dominator] vs South Texas Deathride [Jackson Reno & Bret James]
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Grimm swings and hands a haymaker on Reno, who replies with his own. The two men pound away at each in the centre of the ring, neither getting an advantage. Reno, finally manages to get a few quick shots in on Grimm and he forces him against the ropes. He then whips Grimm across the ring, but Grimm he returns to hit Reno with a forearm to the face. Reno is floored but gets back to his feet as quickly as he went down. Grimm steps forward and walks towards him hitting a strong chop. Grimm is staggered against the ropes. Reno approached, but Grimm strikes back with a forearm. He hits another and another, forcing Reno into the centre of the ring. He then hits a vicious European uppercut before whipping Reno into the ropes. Reno returns and swings a clothesline. Grimm sees it coming and ducks. Reno continues charging across the ring. Grimm clotheslines him down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Heavy hitting in the early going!

Ace Anderson: Jackson Reno seems to be going toe-to-toe with Grimm right now! I'm surprised!

Jerry Andrews: Lets see if he can keep it up! Few can.

The camera now pans to the crowd at ringside where Jason Willard and Lucy are seated in the front row! Lucy is calmly knitting, but Jason is incredibly excited, wearing a homemade t-shirt with "Grimm" scrawled on it and holding a sign that shows his support for the Hangtown Horror.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell are THEY doing in the crowd!?

Ace Anderson: It looks like knitting.

Jerry Andrews: And Jason Willard?

Ace Anderson: Cheering for Grimm...?

Jerry Andrews: Is he... dressed like Grimm?

Ace Anderson: Apparently. And he's wearing a pretty snazzy t-shirt too!

Grimm quickly tags in Dominator. As Reno gets to his feet, Dominator barrels over him with a clothesline of his own. He pulls Reno up, but he's hit with a right hand to the face. Jackson Reno then connects with a strong forearm that staggers Dominator enough that he can tag in his partner. Bret James enters and he rushes at Dominator, but is met with a big boot for his troubles. Dominator then pulls James up, but James slugs him in the midsection. Bret James tries to set him up now, but Dominator overpowers him. He then scoops him up and hits a running powerslam. Dominator goes for a cover, but Jackson Reno rushes in to break it up. The referee takes Reno out of the ring. Dominator is distracted, and he's hit with a missile dropkick to the back of the head by Bret James!

Jerry Andrews: Beautiful missile dropkick!

Ace Anderson: And to the back of the head! That has to hurt!

Dominator clutches the back of his head as James mounts his back. He grabs him underneath the chin and pulls his head back in a camel clutch. Dominator grimaces as he reaches out for the ropes. He is a good six inches away from the ropes and cannot pull himself any closer. With his right hand, he reaches up and smacks James in the mouth. He causes James to loosen his grip on him and he slips out of his grasp. Dominator gets to his feet and cuts off James as he pulls himself up. He stomps away at James violently, causing James to fall between the middle and bottom ropes, to ringside. The referee stops Dominator off from following James. Instead the referee begins to count James out. He reaches a count of four before James gets to his feet. He pulls himself up onto the apron, but Dominator drives his shoulder into Bret James, knocking him back down to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! I think he might have hit his head on the apron there.

As the referee counts, Dominator tags Grimm back into the match. James slowly makes his way back into the ring, but Grimm is immediately on him, not letting him get to his feet or tag his partner. Grimm lifts James to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. He takes him over in a snap suplex. James hits the canvas hard. Grimm lifts Jackson up and holds him up in the air, vertically. He allows all the blood to rush to his opponent’s head before dropping him back onto his front.

At ringside, Jason Willard jumps out of his seat and tries to get his mom's attention so she can see the big move.

Grimm turns Jackson onto his back, places his forearm across his face, and covers.
1…
2…
James kicks out! Grimm covers again.
1…
2…
No.

And again.
1…
2…
No.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is wearing out James with those covers.

Ace Anderson: Veteran move.

Grimm goes for another cover, but this time Reno breaks up the count at two!

Ace Anderson: I think he just saved the match for his team right there!

Grimm pulls James up, but James surprises him with a right hand to the face. With Grimm staggered, James can tag Reno back into the match. Reno approaches Grimm and hits a couple of knee strikes to the ribcage before shoving Grimm down to the mat. Reno waits for his opponent to get up and then comes charging across the ring. Grimm sees him coming and hits a palm strike to the face, crushing Reno's nose. Reno hits the canvas hard! Grimm now pulls him up...

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!

Grimm goes for another cover! James rushes into the ring, but Dominator cuts him off!

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

Grimm raises is hand in victory as Dominator slugs Bret James down to the mat and out of the ring. At ringside, Jason Willard is jumping up and down cheering. He waves his hands in the air, trying to get Grimm's attention.

Jerry Andrews: What on earth is Willard doing?

Ace Anderson: I told you, he's cheering for Grimm!

Jerry Andrews: Sure, but why?

Ace Anderson: ....

Grimm finally notices Willard and he looks down at him. The Hangtown Horror asks for a microphone and speaks.

Grimm: Jason, you look pretty excited today.

Willard leaps up and down, ecstatic that Grimm has mentioned him.

Grimm: I hope you'll be as excited to see me on December 2nd at Collision Course. Because we'll be meeting inside a steel cell!

The crowd explodes. Willard throws his Grimm sign down and sadly removes his Grimm t-shirt and costume. He then slinks down into chair while Lucy looks on with concern.

Jerry Andrews: That is absolutely huge news!

Ace Anderson: What a battle that is going to be!

Grimm puts the microphone down and he and Dominator leave the ringside area. Grimm stops to pat the dejected Willard on the head and he walks away. Willard angrily tears his Grimm sign in two and follows Grimm's departure with his eyes. Lucy whispers something in his ear before she leads him away.

The Black Hand makes its way to the stage, their music playing loud over the PA system, the crowd can't help but show them all their love. As the cameras focus on the two of them, they fail to notice what causes the crowd to quickly sour and the two competitors at the stage to scowl.

The feed quickly cuts to the hard camera where we see Pandæmonium--Gerard Angelo, David Hunter, and Holden Ross--attacking the two members of South Texas Deathride at ringside! They throw the defeated men into the ring. David and Holden lay stomps into Bret James while he tries to hide against the ropes while Gerard focuses his attention on using his foot to choke Jackson Reno in the corner.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Pandæmonium is afoot!

Jerry Andrews: These three have been making chaos since they've aligned! And now they're out here taking out yet another set of superstars!

Holden and David quickly get Bret to his feet. Holden gives Bret a huge slap before getting him onto his right shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no!

Before David hits his move, Gerard takes his right foot off of Jackson's neck long enough to Superkick the taste out of the dead weight that is Bret! Once Bret is once again hanging limp, he wraps his arm around his head, allowing The (Self Professed) Best Tag Team in PCW to hit a Snapped Shot!

Jerry Andrews: That Snapped Shot maneuver has been lying people out left and right!

Grimm and Dominator look on at this carnage, but make no move to actually interfere. Gerard turns his attention to Jackson, grabbing him by his head and bringing him to his feet. Turning him around, Gerard gets Jackson into an electric chair before quickly sending him through the mat with a Hollywood Ending!

Ace Anderson: And then a Hollywood Ending to the other member of South Texas Deathride.

Jerry Andrews: Wherever this trio goes, Pandæmonium is quick to follow!

David grabs a mic from the outside while Gerard and Holden stare off at Grimm and Dominator. David joins them once the mic is turned back on.

David Hunter: Mark another two down to the carnage we create. And it doesn't matter if it's Brenna Gordon or Rick Majors...if it's Alexa Black or Kyle Shane...if it's Sicko or these two ass-clowns...or if it's the Black Handjobs standing at the stage...you want a piece--

Before David can finish his sentence, the aforementioned Black Hand storm the ring.

David drops the mic before the trio high tails it from the ring. As Grimm and Dominator slide under the bottom rope, the three competitors are quick to exit the same way they entered: through the crowd and into the stands. Grimm and Dominator stand on turnbuckles, getting the crowd excited and demanding that they come back and fight.

Jerry Andrews: Through no shortages of enemies, Pandæmonium have called out the Black Hand.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but only after taking two more superstars out along the way.

Backstage in the Pure Class Arena, we see Gerard Angelo on his way to the ring. He's dressed to compete and raring to go.

Before he can get too far, David Hunter runs and stops him.

David Hunter: Hey, Gerry! Wait!

Gerard stops, giving his full attention to David, who is already dress to compete himself.

David Hunter: Look...I know what we're doing here...the whole Pandæmonium thing, yeah, whoo-ha, everybody gets somebody to destroy thing, and I'm all for it...but can I ask you a favor?

Gerard looks away towards the entrance, starting to become annoyed.

David Hunter: Just...don't...murder the kid, alright? Look, if it was anybody else out there tonight I'd tell you to crush their skull in....but not Razor, please.

David places his hand on Gerard's shoulder, a look of pleading on his face. Gerry looks at David's hand and then up at him, giving him his trademark smirk. He reaches out and clasps his own hand on Hunter's shoulder, taking his sunglasses off with his other hand.

Gerard Angelo: David... I don't go easy on anyone. But, since we have a bigger picture to look at, and the Living Legend is in a good mood, I'll tell you what. I'll make my statement in the ring, from bell to bell. Your...erm...buddy is safe.

He pats David on the shoulder, who looks slightly relieved, before sliding his Ray-Bands back on. He turns away from David.

Gerard Angelo: It's time to give these rednecks a show!

Gerry heads off towards gorilla.

David remains standing there for a bit longer, watching Gerard go through the curtain. Soon, his music begins to play.

David Hunter: Shit...unknown have mercy on you boo...

David then turns and walks off camera.

Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. 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 boos as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if relishing in the jeers from the crowd.

Sasha Green: 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 booing, telling them where they can shove it. 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 pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent. From Orlando Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston hits. Razor 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 the bell to ring.

Singles Match
Gerard Angelo vs Razor Blade
Referee: Eric Russo

DING!
DING!
DING!

Jerry Andrews: Pandæmonium has already made its presence felt once tonight. Razor had better watch his back.

Ace Anderson: There's no way David Hunter does anything to him. You saw how he talked to Gerard backstage.

The king of arrogance shakes his head, dismayed by who he is facing tonight. But a match is a match and the object is to win. Gerard moves in for a grapple, but instead throws a trio of boots to the midsection. Razor is backed in the ropes where he continues to be worked over. Gerard finds himself getting dumped onto the apron and then slingshot back inside.

Razor turns him around to his feet, giving him an uppercut that puts The Living Legend on roller skates. Gerard shakes it off in order to deliver a picture perfect dropkick to the face. Razor adjusts his jaw while down, but has the air taken out of him with a senton splash. Gerard uses a European uppercut after bringing Razor to his feet, then follows it with a floatover suplex into a brainbuster.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard can say whatever he wants about his actions, I think he's a damn sellout.

Ace Anderson: If by that you mean selling out events like the legend that he is, then yes, I agree. Deep down you know you do as well. Checks and Championships, Jerry. That's all that matters.

Gerard sends Razor Blade crashing to a corner, but finds nobody home on an attempted clothesline. Gerry turns into a fireman's carry, but he has enough wiggle to divert his placement to the ring apron. Gerard reaches over and takes Razor to the floor with a back suplex! Gerard stands up and arrogantly struts along ringside, further drawing scorn from those who once supported him.

Gerard makes the title motion around his waist while moving back to Razor Blade. He picks him up again and delivers a second suplex while making sure the neck and hardest part of the ring have an encounter. Razor is rolled back inside with Gerard following close behind. A trifecta of swinging neckbreakers further wears on the neck of Razor.

Gerard sits him up and delivers a running neck snap that is absolutely...perfect. Razor rolls around with his hands behind his neck, kicking at the mat as the punishment continues. Gerard partially lifts Razor up, a ploy for a pulling piledriver before switching over to a pin.

1.

2.

Razor throws his shoulder up.

Ace Anderson: Gerard should break Razor's neck like it were a pencil.

Jerry Andrews: You would wish for that, wouldn't you? You probably are the President of Gerard's fan club.

The former Underground champion tries to mount some sort of offense with strikes, but Gerard turns him around for a standard neckbreaker. Razor is yanked by the hair and taken to the corner where his head gets slammed off the turnbuckle. Gerry gives him a nasty chop across the chest, only to take an uppercut in response. The exchange repeats itself until Gerard takes control with a pump knee lift. This then allows him to hit One Hit Wonder and a second pin attempt.

1.

2.

Another kickout! If Gerard had the cash on him he may have slipped it over to the referee to make that count three. But no such luck. The Man Without Peer sends Razor back to the corner, but this time he moves him to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Before he gets the chance to meet him halfway, Razor throws hands to halt that plan. Then a boot to the face. Shoulder block puts Gerard down!

Razor fights through to get to his feet before Gerard. A series of alternating strikes meet his head with a follow-up Irish whip. Running forearm smash! Gerard topples onto the bottom rope. Razor Blade does some neck exercises outside of the ring before connecting with a running drive-by dropkick to the side of Gerard's head!

Razor gets into the ring and follows his offense with a Samoan drop! Gerard rolls away from further harm, but Razor picks his spot and waits. When the time comes he runs over for a leaping clothesline jawbreaker. Gerard catches and counters into Director's Cut! This is followed up with Shit Outta Lock. Gerard cranks in the pressure and forces Razor to tap out.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner by submission, Gerard Angelo!

Gerry motions a title being around his waist again after his arm is raised. The crowd's vocal displeasure for him is heard loud and clear, but he's got better things to think about than what they think of him.

Jerry Andrews: Chalk up another win for Gerard Angelo. He's got some real momentum going into his challenge with Stormm. I think he's a first class jackass, but that's just my opinion.

Ace Anderson: He just beat a former champion. He was part of a team that defeated former champions last week. He's the only two time winner of the Deadly Rumble. Gerard's future is so bright, he has to wear shades.

Jerry Andrews: He already does in his entrance.

Ace Anderson: My point exactly. After Collision Course, all the gold could be residing with Pandæmonium. With all the gold, comes all the power.

Jerry Anderson: There are three people ready to make sure neither happen. Just remember that.

Trauma returns backstage where we see Shane Dodge standing in the hallway of the PCW Arena. He's dressed to the nines and has a mic in hand, ready to go.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time. The PCW King of the Underground...Holden Ross...

Holden steps in on the left side of the camera. He is wearing the same jeans he will be competing in later as well as an old Rick “The Impact” Majors shirt from his time in N.L.C.W. Also included over his shoulder is his trusty axe handle, all accompanied by the sounds of the Pure Class Arena's boo.

Shane Dodge:...and the PCW North American Champion...David Hunter, the Self Professed, Best Tag in PCW.

As the boos only intensify, David steps in on camera right, his North American Title tight around his waist. He's wearing his ring gear with the black trunks, boots, knee and elbow pads, and his hair hangs loose around his neck. Over his shoulder is a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

Shane Dodge: Gentlemen...tonight you will take on the tag team of Brenna Gordon and Rick Majors. Last week you both walked away winners. Tonight, you look ready for a war. What's on your mind? David, let's start with you.

Shane moves the mic over towards David, who smirks.

David Hunter: Nothing pisses me off more than a wrestler who stands in their booth and preaches a promo about how they are better than somebody and makes excuses. Three-on-one assaults? "Needing help" to win? Cheating to win? Whoop-dee-fucking doo! It's wrestling Brenna! This isn't about fulfilling a dream and going to the promised land! This is about winning championships, something Holden and I--and soon to be Gerard--are pretty good at.

David takes a few seconds before continuing.

David Hunter: And it's not even the excuses that pisses me off. It's the amount of gall that she has to actually think she'll win when the track record shows that she won't. Well hey Brenna...guess I'm a better man than you thought, because you didn't beat Holden and I...but you did get one...over on us. Yeah, I'll say it, you won. Congratulations, you got Holden and I over the top...but it wasn't personal when we cost you the Deadly Rumble, you were just the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. So instead of deciding to actually wise-up to the fact that we still hold a victory over you--see last week--you decide to attack our gender and call us neckbeards. Great insult. I'm sure Dante Anglais is pissing his pants laughing at that, wherever the hell he's holed up.

The crowd's jeers continue to pour in.

David Hunter: So to answer you question...how do we expect to be victorious tonight? It's simple. You see...we're coming prepared. Sure, we'll bring out the axe handle, we'll bring out the barbed wire bat, but it's not because we need to...it's because we want to. Make no mistake, we'll do whatever it takes to win a match...but if at the end of the day, we win a match, than that still makes us better than you. So if you want to make something out of this, hey, it's fine, we have something to make sure you regret your decisions. But if you think that just because you're a bad bitch with confidence teaming up with somebody who just got done beating a literal man child...that all of a sudden you're going to go ham on us and walk away with your head held high...than bitch...you need to reevaluate your priorities.

David rolls the barbed wire bat around on his shoulder, putting focus on that.

David Hunter: And for the record...I'll willingly tread hard on whatever beef you think you have against us...because if you think I'm afraid to stomp your head in just because you're a cocky cu*BEEP*...than go ahead and ask Alexa Black.

David stops there, allowing Shane to take the mic back.

Shane Dodge: Holden Ross, anything else to add?

Shane moves the mic over to Holden.

Holden: Need I say more, Shane? I think Dave about covered it….

Shane sighs as he turns his attention back to the camera.

Shane Dodge: Jerry, Ace, back t-

Holden cuts him off

Holden: Oh, yeah, Shane?

Mister Dodge looks a little irritated.

Shane Dodge: Yes, Holden, remember something you wanted to add?

Holden and David look at each other, and David even shakes his head a little in disagreement, to which Holden nods.

Holden: Jeffery Epstein didn’t kill himself….

Shane throws his hands up in frustration as he storms off camera while David and Holden fist bump and share a laugh between themselves. The shot then returns to ringside for the match.

Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for...

PCW FAITHFUL: ONE FALL!

Sasha tries to restrain her laughter. 

Sasha Greene: First, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 227 lbs, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!

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 opponent/start of the match.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner. From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing 159 lbs, BRENNA GORDON!

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.

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.

The roaring cheers 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...

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 opposing team.

"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, still holding the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire over his shoulder. 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.

As the drop begins, David pumps his fist forward, punching the air. He turns around, facing the curtain.

The sound of a needle being drug across a record interrupts the song. It is replaced by “Spiders,” midway through Billy Corgan's instrumental feat. Holden strolls out from the back. Over his shoulder is his trusty axe handle. He walks up alongside Hunter, the two head bump fists. David turns around and the two of them begin the trek to the ring. The duo ignore any fans attempting to high-five or otherwise get in their good favor.

Sasha Greene: Making their way to the ring with a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy-two pounds! They are the team of David Hunter and The Bastard, Holden Ross, The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in P...C...W!

The duo hit ringside and David reaches up to grab the middle rope. He pulls himself up onto the apron, but quickly hops to the top rope. He points straight at the hard camera. During this, Holden crawls in under the bottom rope. David steps inside the ring, staying on the middle rope. He walks over towards the middle, staring straight at the hard camera. After making sure his balance is alright, he raises a clenched fist in the air. Holden, ever simplistic yet quite intimidating, looms next to him, standing straight and staring strong.

Jerry Andrews: I don't like the weapons those guys brought to the ring... they're dangerous enough on their own!

Tag Team Match
The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in PCW [David Hunter (PCW North American ©) & Holden Ross (Underground 👑)]
vs
Brenna Gordon & Rick Majors
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The sound is music to Rick's ears. He immediately goes for the man from his past with an outburst of strikes in an effort to get the quick chop down. Brenna, perhaps, would've liked to talk strategy first, but the fire raging inside of her as she stares down David Hunter is as ferocious as the worst storms of the seven seas. 

Jerry Andrews: Pandæmonium has been all over this show all evening and now they're squaring off against two people who could be challenging them for the titles in the near future.

Ace Anderson: Unless they're both injured tonight. You saw the weapons Hunter and Holden came to the ring with...

Majors has started working over Holden with a series of forearm shots, but he gets shoved away like he were nothing more than an annoying pest. Undeterred, he returns with a running forearm smash to the face, spinning the human wrecking ball around. Holden swivels around with a lariat that'd make Nikita Koloff proud, but Majors blocks and yanks it down with a cross armbreaker!

Holden isn't about to allow himself to be tripped up. He locks his fingers together and lifts Rick off the mat in a powerbomb. Majors unwraps himself and gets turned into a sleeper hold. Holden reaches up and finds Majors head, so Rick transitions out of the second submission attempt to score with a lungblower! 

Jerry Andrews: Rick has got the Underground Champion down!

Ace Anderson: Well if anyone would know what that's like, it's him. On his back. On his face. In a heap. In life. You get where I'm going. 

Half hatch knee strikes are swatted away and before Rick can say OH, CANADA, he's lifted and dropped with a two-handed chokeslam. David applauds the turn of events and engages in some taunting of Brenna Gordon in the process. To say she wants to punch a Jupiter sized hole in his smug face would be an understatement. 

Rick Majors is thrown in enemy waters thanks to a buckle bomb, but Hunter simultaneously hits a pendulum kick to the back of the head. He rattles against the corner, but Holden keeps him pinned while making the tag to David Hunter. Hunter comes off the top with a bulldog to complete what they call Gettin the Bang Out of It. 

A few well placed boots later and Majors finds himself being flipped over for a pin. Or not. Rick refuses to allow himself to be covered. While down, he throws in some shots to Hunter. But David snuffs out those hopes and dreams by returning them faster. The crowd's negative reaction sets the mood as they feel like the referee is as bad as those found in the NFL. Brenna steps inside, but finds nothing but an order to return out and wait for the tag. 

Jerry Andrews: Brenna's Irish ire is beginning to show. 

Ace Anderson: To the benefit of The Self Proclaimed Best Tag Team in PCW! 

As expected, Holden is in the ring to throw his weight around. Majors is released from a gorilla press, landing across David's shoulders for a fireman's carry, which then becomes a death valley driver. Order is restored but the damage has been done. Majors, again, refuses to allow himself to be pinned. Hunter gifts him a big boot after allowing Rick to get to a knee. He's swung into the corner where The Bastard is standing by. 

Rick throws boots to the midsection of Hunter and then rocks Holden with a pair of strikes. They start to fire up the PCW faithful and Brenna, but it's all for not as Hunter dings him with a running uppercut. Holden is tagged in and they work another double team. This time in the form of shoulder tackles. Hunter rolls out to the apron and Holden picks apart Majors. Rick is brought to his feet only to be taken down with a trio of short-arm clotheslines, the last of which turns him inside out. 

But he STILL won't stay down, won't die, and won't allow a cover to be made. 

Holden smiles. If Rick wants to be the human version of a condemned building about to be knocked down, then so be it. Cameras suddenly show Gerard Angelo stepping onto the stage for a closer look at what his comrades are doing. He lets what the faithful throw at him roll right off like a fan desperately asking for a picture or an autograph. Brenna states him down and for at least a short second, drops off the apron to move in his direction. 

Jerry Andrews: Who invited him out here? This isn't a scheduled handicap match. He won his contest earlier. He should be watching this from the back. 

Ace Anderson: When you're Hollywood royalty, you can go wherever you want. He's not at ringside, so I don't see any reason for your bias. 

Jerry Andrews: I hope Brenna Gordon goes over there and punches his damn lights out. He's no hero. He's a damn self centered jackass. 

Brenna has some barbs for the two-time Deadly Rumble winner, but her instincts keep her close to her team's corner in case a tag becomes available. A double back elbow has been delivered inside of the ring, sending Majors rebounding off the ropes for a returning double clothesline! Brenna holds her hand out, ready to pull Holden and Hunter down to the darkest depths of the sea. Rick lifts his head to figure out which direction to move in. 

He gets halfway across before Holden throws him backwards by the legs. He exits out of the ring with Majors put in position for Hunter to hit a penalty kick to the chest. David works a five count by choking him with the side of his boot. After he releases, he draws Brenna in by giving her a shove. The second she gets in and takes a swing, Hunter leans back and goes to participate in another double team while the referee is busy with she who is Born of Myth. 

Drop toe hold by David, Elbow drop to Rick's back by Holden is the end result. Holden leaves long enough to be legally tagged back in. Majors has the life squeezed out of him in a bear hug. Every time he takes a breath, Holden clamps down on his back that much more. Gerard has seemingly got closer to the bottom of the stage, something not lost on Brenna, who juggles rallying for a tag and watching him like a hawk. 

Jerry Andrews: Rick has GOT to make a tag soon. Holden has more than enough strength to break his back. This one could be over! 

Ace Anderson: His career or the match? I'm asking for a friend. 

Jerry Andrews: How is your wrestling career these days, by the way? 

MAJORS!
MAJORS!
MAJORS!

The faithful attempt to kickstart a revival. Majors continues to express what the bearhug is doing to him, but he won't quit! He'll never quit! Holden won't give him the chance to break. Rick is pushed into the ropes, but doesn't return. Holden is goaded into a charge, but finds himself being matadored right over the top rope! Hunter runs down the edge of the ring and is met with a clothesline that sends him into a shooting star press on Holden!

Rick falls onto his hands and knees. Brenna has her hand held as far as she can reach. He looks in her direction and begins the slow, agonizing crawl towards her. The damage to his back can't be completely masked by adrenaline, however, and this slows him down a bit. Inch by inch he gets closer and closer. Holden and Hunter are at the bottom rope...Majors is just about there...and...TAG! 

Jerry Andrews: OH COME ON! 

Ace Anderson: Gerard should change his name to Magnavox because he's smart, very smart. 

It's one that is halted because of Gerard Angelo leaping onto the apron at the last possible second, pulling the referee over to deal with him. Just as Brenna is ready to launch her offense, she's prevented and ordered back to the corner. She's understandably upset by this and makes it crystal clear that a tag was made and that he needs to get out of her goddamn way. Gerard jumps off the apron only to move closer to danger, telling her to get back out. Brenna jumps after him, sending Gerard running. 

Rick finds himself lifted in an electric chair by Holden, while Hunter perches on the top rope. He gets free! Rick throws Holden in the corner, knocking David off-balance enough to hit the steel guardrail! Rick collapses and again has to work himself back towards his corner. Brenna returns from chasing Gerry to the back. She quickly gets to her side of the ring with her hand stuck out.

TAG IS MADE and the roof comes off of the arena. Despite giving up plenty in size and height, Brenna throws a high octane offensive flurry that has Holden befuddled for any sort of response. Before The Bastard knows it, Brenna has him chopped down to his knees and in position to get drilled with a jaw cracking shining wizard! This is followed by a rolling back heel kick. 

Jerry Andrews: Yes! Yes! Finally! Brenna Gordon is ON FIRE!!!

Showing that she's stronger than it appears, Holden is sent down with a German suplex! David Hunter tries getting involved, but he's met with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Double mule kick! Brenna gets in between them...side Russian leg sweep! This is followed by a seated turnbuckle dropkick! Hunter departs the ring as Holden is kept chopped in half. Brenna unleashes a torrent of knee strikes to his head before front headlocking him. Crash the Shore! 

Brenna flips over and hooks one of Holden's legs. 

1!

2!

Hunter pulls Brenna out of the ring. His strike is blocked. Brenna keeps him held up. Rick Majors comes out of nowhere with a suicide dive! Brenna rolls back into the ring, but her running charge is met with a press. As she comes down to earth, she counters Holden catching her into Slip the Skin! 

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon is a one woman wrecking crew and has nailed two signatures on Holden Ross! 

The determined Brenna Gordon doesn't play up to the crowd, but is fully engaged with the energy they are providing her. She has Holden lined up in her sights. Gerard Angelo returns on the scene! Brenna huffs and makes sure he doesn't get the chance to get involved again by hitting a suicide dive of her own. She then feeds him to Rick Majors, who is fresh off dealing with David Hunter. The Centre of Attention! Brenna and Rick end up turning into a double spear from an enraged Holden Ross. 

Brenna is launched back inside of the ring. Holden sends Rick into the ring steps, but instead is countered into David Hunter who was moments away from dropping him. Holden is dumped back inside. RIP TIDE! Brenna makes the cover. 

1!

2!

3!

The fans erupt as the bell is called for. 

Sasha Greene: Here are your winners, the team of Rick Majors and Brenna Gordon! 

Rick is prevented from getting inside of the ring to have his arm raised with Brenna by Gerard Angelo thanks to a One Hit Wonder! He then puts the boots to him for additional punishment. Brenna engages Hunter inside of the ring, having expected some sort of attempted attack. But she's left wide open for Holden to drop her with a Steamroller. 

Jerry Andrews: Good god, what impact!

Ace Anderson: Brenna is about to get shown why she should've stayed away. 

Brenna is sent flying across the ring. Her will to fight is strong, but the numbers game is a bit much. Holden and Hunter work her over while she's grounded. Holden lifts her into position. Hunter Suite connects! Gerard dumps Rick Majors inside of the ring. Moments later, Snap Shot is delivered. The fans are full of the boo birds as Pandæmonium stands tall. 

Jerry Andrews: Nothing but a pack of vultures. Business agreement my ass. They need one another because that's the only way they can get anything done. 

Ace Anderson: Oh, please, Jerry. David Hunter didn't have any help when he won the North American title. Holden Ross didn't have any help when he won the Underground title. Gerard Angelo won't have any help to win the World Title, because he's just that much better than Stormm. 

Jerry Andrews: Can you pucker your lips any harder, Ace??

Holden Ross reaches down into his corner and he picks up the axe handle. Rick Majors is struggling to pull himself up when BAM!!! Holden Ross drives the axe handle into his spine!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors knew what he was getting into when he agreed to this match. Holden Ross is a violent and dangerous man.

Jerry Andrews: But this is too much now!

While commentary continue to talk, Rick and Brenna have been left laying with a pair of Hollywood Endings. The crowd is cursing their names as Pandæmonium throws the lifeless Brenna and Rick from the ring. PCW officials immediately rush down to ringside. They focus primarily on Majors' back, but Brenna also receives attention. Medics rush out with a stretcher for Majors as Gerard Angelo, Holden Ross, and David Hunter mock their fallen opponents from inside the ring. Despite being injured, Brenna Gordon gets into a shouting match with David Hunter, who is about to leave the ring to attack her.

Jerry Andrews: What a disgusting display by these three men here tonight! They've destroyed nearly half our roster so far!

Ace Anderson: And I don't think they're going to stop. They want all the power, they want all the gold, they...

Suddenly, the crowd explodes as Stormm appears, running through the crowd! He's holding a bat in hand as he enters the ring. Pandæmonium doesn't see him until...

Jerry Andrews: WHAM! Baseball bat to the back of Gerard Angelo!

Ace Anderson: Oh so now when someone is attacked from behind it's fine!?

Jerry Andrews: These three deserve it!

David Hunter turns his attention away from Gordon, but he's hit with the bat as well. Holden Ross charges at Stormm, but Stormm ducks under his clothesline and connects with the bat to Ross' midsection. The PCW Faithful are coming unglued as Stormm unloads on Hunter, kicking him out of the ring. Ross is tossed to the outside as well, but suddenly Angelo gets back to his feet and he strikes Stormm from behind, causing him to drop the bat. He grabs the World Champion, but is met with a strong right hand to the face!

Ace Anderson: These two men are just slugging it out right now!

Stormm hits several big forearms, sending Angelo back into the corner. Stormm takes a step back, but suddenly PCW officials rush the ring, getting in between the two men. The crowd boos as Stormm and Angelo are held apart.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Why now!? Let them fight!

Stormm is physically dragged from the ring as the battered Holden Ross and David Hunter return to the ring to stand beside Angelo. Trauma ends with Pandæmonium staring at a hyped up Stormm who is desperately trying to get away from PCW security.

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