Trauma 263: "The 2019 Winter Icey Awards" Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Trauma 253: The 2018 Winter Icey Awards

Thursday December 19th, 2018

The show opens with a shot of the sold out PCW Arena, where everyone is on their feet screaming.

Jerry Andrews: Hello everyone, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to a very special night on the PCW calendar! Welcome to the Icey Awards! We've got something a little different for you tonight, don't we Ace?

Ace Anderson: That's right! The 2019 Winter Icey Awards tonight and YOU AND I are going to announce the winners LIVE in the PCW Arena!

Jerry Anderson: I can't wait! Let's get to tonight's first award.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday September 12th, 2019 Trauma returns with an empty backstage hallway, fluorescent bulbs flickering overhead. Even with all the hustle and bustle that makes an episode of Trauma possible, this particular corridor is bereft both of crew and equipment of any sort. Silence reigns for a moment before the sound of approaching footsteps echo, the clacking of high heels echoing almost like gunshots off the cement brick walls. They come to a stop before a feminine voice that is familiar to the long-timer fans and roster alike graces the ear with the twist of a faint Irish accent. ??: Hello again, PCW. ...and of course, she’s speaking from behind the camera. Seems a certain someone is still a bit leary of stepping in front of a lens, mm? ??: I know that a certain… someone told his master, at the time, that he had me taken care of. That he had been a good little bitch and taken out the mean, mean wrestler that not just saw through that whole cult bullshit, but dismantled it with every word she spoke and every punch she threw. Gabriel was so desperate to get even so much as a shred of praise from his masters that he was willing to commit a cardinal sin; thou shalt not lie to the jackass with a religious saviour complex. A soft huff of a chuckle. ??: Bet his ass is gonna be chapped when he figures out how Rick pulled the wool over his eyes because no matter if he’s Seromine or the Anarchist, Jason Willard is, was, and will always have his head so far up his ass, it’s a wonder he can see anything beyond the inner workings of his digestive tract. But really, at this point… I’m just preaching to the choir, aren’t I? One can hear her smirk at that final jab before she continues on. ??: Anyway, charlatan aside, there was a--personal matter that required my full attention, one that only recently came to an end. Now that I can return my focus to the ring, it’s time to finish claiming my rightful place in the history books of PCW--but I’m not going to ride on past glories. No, I’m going to start at the bottom and claw my way to the top of the mountain where a certain devil waits to dance with me in the moonlight for the third time. And if that route includes, say, reclaiming a certain crown and restoring it to its proper glory, well… A sudden movement and the camera goes down, tumbling to land at the feet of the woman who has been standing behind it… and bringing her into view. Dimly, the crowd can be heard losing its collective shit at the familiar face that is revealed, Brenna Gordon clad in a black leather bomber jacket over a Depeche Mode t-shirt with black jeans and spiky black heels upon her feet. Brenna smirks. Brenna Gordon: ...all the better. The sable-haired submissionist blows a kiss at the camera, the motion followed by a little wave before the cameras cut back to ringside.

Winner: Brenna Gordon

Jerry Andrews: What at moment that was, Ace! And Brenna has gone on to do big things since she returned!

Ace Anderson: In fact, she's scheduled to compete for the PCW North American Championship on the first episode of Trauma in 2020 when she faces the new champion Dominator and the former champion David Hunter!

Jerry Andrews: And if that wasn't big enough for one show, we have even bigger news about Trauma! Starting in 2020, we're moving the show to Friday nights! You can see all the great PCW action you love as a warm-up for the weekend when Trauma heads to Fridays! 

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Jerry Andrews: I know! We'll be right back, folks, with more awards!

Trauma returns with another video package celebrating an award winner:

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Deadly Intentions X Sunday October 13th, 2019 PCW World Championship Grimm (PCW World ©) vs Stormm Referee: Ed Lane Stormm uses the ropes in order to work himself back up. Grimm is hoisted to his feet, but moved away from the corner. A short-arm whip moves Grimm into a knee lift. Then a Russian leg sweep! Stormm rolls through with Grimm, following everything with a full nelson slam. Stormm collapses to a knee as his back returns to being a problem.  Stormm refuses to stay down for long. He knows what's on the line and is determined to either stand victorious or go down swinging with his best effort. Grimm is picked up. Stormm is ran backwards against the corner. But Grimm leaves him to his lot. He hits the brakes on what would've been another empty charge, turning in time to deliver DEAD RECKONING! Stormm slumps over where he stands... Jerry Andrews: TONGAN DEATH GRIP! Ace Anderson: The proper name is Asiatic Spike, Jerry.  Jerry Andrews: Grimm has reached way back into the Dillinger play book. Sadistic was known for using this.  Grimm has his right thumb pushed onto a pressure point in Stormm's throat. The submission is applied tight, sending intense pain coursing through Stormm's body as he falls prone. Grimm violently keeps applying pressure. The uproar of the cheering faithful begins dying off...Stormm refuses to tap out...but he starts showing signs of fading... Ace Anderson: Say goodnight, Stormm. When you wake up, everything will be as it was before.  Stormm is halfway to Morpheus when he suddenly shoots back up with a new lease on life! Grimm is jammed with elbows to the ribs, but a rake of the eyes stops that from leading to anything else. Stormm gets drop toe holed against the ropes. Grimm leads him towards a corner while Stormm clutches his throat. Grimm slowly sits himself up on the top turnbuckle, then facelocks Stormm. He fights back against the pending finisher! Grimm is undeterred. He rotates around...but Stormm transitions somehow into a death valley driver! Both men are down. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! They stir. Grimm appears to have the lead on getting up first.  6! 7! 8! Grimm does in fact get to his feet first, but Stormm isn't far behind. Grimm throws a savate kick, but Stormm rolls past it. Grimm turns to a boot to his midsection. Stormm sets him up in a fisherman...FORCE OF NATURE is halted! Grimm spins through it, turning Stormm around for a back body drop. Stormm flips over, but lands on his feet with Grimm hooked in for a neckbreaker. Grimm pushes Stormm towards the ropes. Stormm sticks his feet on them to flip back around so that he's in front of Grimm.  Stormm hurries to lock Grimm in a fisherman's suplex position. He picks him up, jumps, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Grimm is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back! FORCE OF NATURE! Stormm gets a pin... 1! ... ... ... ... ... 2! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 3!! Jerry Andrews: He's done it! He's done it! For the first time since July 31, 2011, Justin "Stormm" Michaels is the World Champion!  Sasha Greene: The winner of the match and NEWWWWWWWWWW PCW World Champion: STORMM! The new champion is awarded his title and has his arm raised. He clutches it and looks upon the faceplate in disbelief. Reality finally catches up as Stormm raises the championship high in the air.  He takes some time hitting the corners, but is awash with nothing but support from the faithful as "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine plays. His wife, Lindsay, joins him inside of the ring, wiping tears from her eyes in-between applauding. Stormm embraces her for what feels like an eternity. They exit together and once at the top of the stage, Stormm gets mobbed by other family members.

Winner: World Championship: Stormm vs Grimm (Deadly Intentions X)

Jerry Andrews: What a moment that was! And don't forget to check out PureClassWrestling.com for a complete list of all of tonight's winners!

Ace Anderson: That's a great website! I love the graphics!

Jerry Andrews: Me too! We'll be right back!

The show returns in the PCW Arena.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back everyone, and you're listing to the winner of the 'Best Entrance Music' award: 'What The Water Gave Me' by Florence + The Machine that brings Brenna Gordon down to the ring every match.

Winner: Brenna Gordon

Jerry Andrews: And now to announce our next award....

Razor changes all of that with a well placed punch with brass knuckles like Jerry Mitchell delivered to Buddy Revell in Three O' Clock High. Lusus stands his ground. He reaches for Razor's neck, but falls like a mighty redwood. Razor looks to Sicko. BRASS KNUCKLE UPPERCUT under the jaw!! Razor's Edge, chico! Sicko withstands the finisher! ...RAZOR PICKS SICKO UP! DULLED BLADE! Razor makes the cover... Ace Anderson: This CAN'T be happening! 1! Jerry Andrews: He's going to do it! 2! Jerry Andrews (excited): He's going to do it! Ace Anderson: This isn't March, but the madness may about to start! ... 3!! Jerry Andrews: RAZOR HAS DONE IT! RAZOR HAS DONE IT! RAZOR HAS DONE IT! There is a stunned faithful packed into the PCW arena who have just witnessed one of the biggest upsets in PCW history.  Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Pure Class Wrestling Underground champion, Razor Blade! Razor is handed the title belt. He doesn't seem to think what happened just happened, so imagine his reaction when reality finally sinks in. Razor proudly holds the title high in the air. After having his hand raised, he hits the corners to celebrate some more. The fans shower him with RAZ-OR BLADE chants. "The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston is mixed in with cheers and applause. Ace Anderson: On my God he's done it! Razor is champion! Razor is champion! Jerry Andrews: He did it! He did it! He did it! Despite everything, all the struggles, all the disappointment, all the heartbreak, Razor Blade just kept going and now he can call himself champion!!! Before he can take his leave, a host of superstars have spilled into the ring to mob him. Razor gets hoisted on the shoulders of David Hunter (the first one in, apparently having traveled to the PCW Arena immediately after giving his speech) and Gerard Angelo, who then walk him around, while others offer hi-fives and pats on the back.  Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade has shocked everyone in route to winning his first ever title! I still don't believe what just happened, happened.  Ace Anderson: The ghost of Rod Serling must be in attendance, because we've officially entered The Twilight Zone.

Winner: Razor Blade

Jerry Andrews: What a moment that was and what a moment this is! The winner of the Icey Award for most inspirational is the man who will attempt to become a TWO TIME Underground King later tonight: RAZOR BLADE!

As Trauma returns, we're greeted with another video package to announce another winner:

Dom takes notice of the “fan” when he drops the security guards with quick right hands. The intruder dives in under the bottom rope and springs to his feet. Dom takes a couple lumbering steps forward a motions for the “fan” to take a few steps closer. The “fan” removes his hood and pulls the bandana down to reveal himself to be none other than Holden Ross! Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is back?! What does he want with Dom? Ace Anderson: It’s a set-up! Indeed, with his attention on Holden Ross, Dominator loses track of David Hunter who has positioned himself behind the big man. Holden’s lips curl into a smirk and Dom senses danger, only too late, and turns in time to eat a shot from the belt that he once carried so proudly. The big man falls like a Redwood and the duo are upon him like hyenas on an injured gazelle. Holden is stomping Dom out as if the big man were on fire and Holden’s boot is the only thing that can put it out. Hunter gets a well placed kick or stomp in before the two pull Dom up to his feet. Ace Anderson: I don’t like the looks of this for the big man…. But Dom isn’t done, yet, and drops a surprised Holden with a toaster sized right hand. He fires off a right hand to Hunter as well, staggering the new Champ, but his last stand comes to a quick end via a low blow from Holden. Dom drops to his knees and Hunter drives the belt once more into the big man's skull. Holden says something to David and they begin to haul the big man up to his feet. Jerry Andrews: What now?! Ace Anderson: Here comes security….too little too late….. Hunter lifts Dom for a suplex and drops the big man's feet onto Holden's waiting shoulders. Security slides into the ring just as the duo drop, driving Dom's unprotected skull into the matt with a “Snapshot DDT.” Ace Anderson: My God! Jerry Andrews: Did you see his skull hit the matt? Ace Anderson: Did you hear it? With the ring full of security, David Hunter and Holden Ross, the Self-Proclaimed Best Tag Team in PCW, head up the ramp, all grins and full of pride…

WINNER: Holden Ross & David Hunter: "The (Self Proclaimed) Best Tag Team in PCW"

Jerry Andrews: The night Holden Ross returned and rejoined David Hunter certainly changed the course of PCW! There's no doubt in my mind that those two are among the most hated guys in this company.

Ace Anderson: In fact, the only other person who comes close is their good buddy Gerard Angelo!

Jerry Andrews: You're right about that, Ace! And now onto our next award!

Both competitors are down. Majors slowly gets to his feet first. Willard is up as well. He takes a step toward Majors and is kicked in the stomach for his troubles. Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!! Majors grabs Willard’s arm…. Jerry Andrews: YEARS OF PAIN! Now it’s Jason Willard’s turn to scratch and claw. Majors tightening his grip. Willard tries desperately to break free. Majors holds on. Willard tries again, attempting to break the hold. Rick Majors has it locked in. The referee asks Willard if he would like to submit. He screams no. Willard spits blood and claws at Majors’ clasped hands. The referee asks him again. With his eyes closed he screams. The referee asks if he would like to submit. Willard screams in pain…. and then…. “YES!” Jason Willard taps! Jason Willard submits! The bell rings! The crowd cheers! Jerry Andrews: He’s done it! Rick Majors has done it! Ace Anderson: I can’t believe it! Rick Majors holds onto the hold, cranking back further for just another second or two before letting go. The sounds of “Wastelands” play throughout the arena. The referee raises the hand of a bloody and exhausted Rick Majors. Sasha Greene: “The winner of this match by submission: RICK ‘THE IMPACT’ MAJORS!!!!!” Majors slowly gets to his feet as the crowd rises to their feet once again. Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors finally – FINALLY – has defeated Jason Willard. He has defeated Seromine. He has freed himself from the cult! Rick Majors stands tall! Ace Anderson: What a match! What a fight! My God! Jason Willard rolls out of the ring and collapses onto the floor at ringside. Medical staff rush out to check on the huge cut on his face. Rick Majors briefly looks down at him before slowly pulling himself up onto the second turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air in victory.

WINNER: Rick Majors vs Jason Willard

Jerry Andrews: Talk about a heated rivalry! Man! We need to take a break after all of this hatred and anger!

Razor is lifted out of the pile with a heave. Holden catches him mid-air and lands a powerslam on the steel chairs! This is followed with what would've been a buckle bomb in the ring, but instead is delivered on the guardrail. Razor staggers from the impact, gets picked up, then slammed right on the top of the rail with a World's Strongest Slam! Jerry Andrews: How is the rail not damaged yet?? Ace Anderson: I have no idea, but do have the number for a chiropractor in case Razor Blade needs one. Razor is left laying on the cold concrete. Holden reaches through the rail in order to grab Razor by the hair. With one pull, Razor is slammed head first into the rail. Again. Again. Again. Holden climbs over while still having a fistful of his hair. He goes to slam him face first off the concrete, but Razor balks, and with that starts drawing cheers out of the boos that had been predominant. Holden continues in his efforts, but Razor Blade seems to be finding reserve strength in the face of bodily damage. Holden clubs him around the worked over back, but Razor stuns him with an uppercut! Holden finds his inner Taylor Swift and shakes it off. Razor's second uppercut is equally as successful. His third also connects, but the prior damage creeps back in. Jerry Andrews: Get em, Razor! He's taken some major punishment, but the chance to regain the Underground Title has him taking the fight to The Bastard! Holden sees an opportunity to turn things around. He moves in. Razor hits a leaping clothesline jawbreaker! Holden staggers to the ring apron. Razor repositions him so that his head is sticking out. He puts a steel chair between that and the ropes...running dropkick! Holden rolls inside of the ring. RAZOR! RAZOR! RAZOR! Feeding off the energy of the crowd now, Razor steps into the ring with all of the momentum on his side. Holden is whipped to the corner. Clothesline! Now to the opposite corner. Clothesline! Holden staggers out. Razor goes off the ropes. RAZOR'S EDGE MISSES! Holden has enough coherency to connect with a buckle bomb. Razor is left laying. Holden is slow to retrieve a chair, but when he returns with it, the chair is opened up. Holden drags Razor to it. SINS OF THE FATHER! The impact is devastating. The poor chair is a partially broken heap. But most importantly, Holden has Razor pinned. 1! 2! 3! The bell is called for as the comeback falls short. There is no love at all for the new Underground king. Holden is awarded the title and has his arm raised. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Underground Champion, HOLDEN ROSS!

WINNER: Holden Ross

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross has definitely taken violence to a whole new level in PCW  - and it's working for him! That's why here's our breakout star!

Ace Anderson: And you see the brutality in that clip? We're getting a rematch between those two men later tonight! Stay tuned!

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.

WINNER: Stormm

Jerry Andrews: Our champion is certainly loved!

Ace Anderson: Speak for yourself, Jerry. Can we go to commercial already?

But then, seemingly inevitably, the arena is smothered by lights of a sickly shade of yellow. A pulsing pestilence, but with no musical accompaniment. Even so, everyone knows what this signifies. No one more so than Justin Michaels. Jerry Andrews: The main event may have just ended, folks, but it looks like we’re not finished here yet! I don’t hear the song, but that’s Grimm’s entrance! Knowing what is to come, the Willards have a change of heart. They leave well enough alone, slip out of the ring, and skedaddle. Stormm stands but rests his hands on his knees. Breathing heavy, he looks up at the entrance. His expression says, “Now this?” Yes, that. The lean silhouette emerges in the lights. The Lord of Misrule steps onto the ramp but moves no further. He does, however, hold that dastardly shovel in his left hand. Ace Anderson: Notice he waited until after the match to make his appearance. Grimm wanted these teams to win or lose on their own merits. He saw no reason to run down and make a spectacle of himself at the cost of a fair fight. Say what you will about Grimm, he’s always been on the up-and-up in that regard. Jerry Andrews: Or maybe he just wanted to wait until all the damage had been done…but, anyway, he’s here now, letting Stormm know The Hangtown Horror is on alert. Grimm is ready for whatever comes his way – not that there was ever any doubt. Grimm raises the shovel in one hand and points it towards the ring. He holds it steady, unwavering, with that frosted-over stare of confirmed resolution. The ring may have only a few moments ago been filled with past victims of the Harvest – with some more recent than others – but there’s no question as to whom the Lord of Misrule is here to see. Yet still he stands as an unmoving omen of what is to come. Stormm, on the other hand, is not quite so collected. He…well, he lurches upright and storms around the ring, then makes to rush this interloper. Recent assault or not, this cannot stand. But right at the ropes, he stops. Given his current condition, and given the fact the target of his anger is wielding a weapon with which he is quite skilled, the odds are not in Justin Michaels’ favor. So, yes, he stops. And flashes that familiar Force of Nature smirk. He stands there, and with his hands makes the universal gesture for ‘that title belt of yours is going to be around my waist soon enough.’ You know the one. Grimm remains at the top of the ramp. No eye has seen…no ear has heard…no mind has conceived that which the Hangtown Horror has prepared for his opponents. But be that as it may…he slowly lowers the shovel. With a tilt of the head, he nods at the man in the ring. Sooner or later, they will clash. But not tonight.

WINNER: TIE - Grimm & Stormm

Jerry Andrews: We have a tie for our biggest award of the evening and it makes sense, both men are two of the biggest stars in PCW history! Congrats to both Stormm and Grimm on this award!

Ace Anderson: We're done with the awards, but we're not done with the show! When we return, the Underground Title is on the line!

Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Championship!

Jerry Andrews: Tis the season for Merry Beatings! Razor Blade will attempt to become a two-time Underground Champion...

Ace Anderson (cutting him off): More like a multi-time chump.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross and Rick Majors had themselves a war at Collision Course, but the score hasn't been settled. That may come into play tonight.

Ace Anderson: I sure hope Santa early gifted Majors a brain to use, because with Holden's mood, he would have to have a death wish to show his face.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, 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.

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! 

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 proceeds to his corner and hands off his title. Holden DEMANDS the bell be rung as he's itching to make short work of Razor.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Underground Rules Match
Holden Ross (Underground 🤴) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Eric Russo

DING!

DING!

DING!

Music to his ears. Holden rushes Razor, looking to take his head off with a massive swing of the axe handle. The miss unbalances Holden enough for Razor to slip through and land a series of staggering uppercuts. Holden's signature weapon gets kicked back in face! The Bastard staggers to the corner, recovering in time to catch a running clothesline.

Holden fights off an attempted Samoan drop. Razor is thrown to the corner, but he puts a foot in the way and an elbow in Holden's face. The impact isn't enough to dissuade him from using the axe handle to take Razor's legs out from under him. He misses with a plunging impalement, not once but twice. He does however, succeed in bringing the pain to Razor's throat. While The Big Dog gasps for air, Holden violently wears him out with repeated attacks of the chest.

Holden aligns his axe handle in the corner. He returns to yank Razor up by his hair. The attempt to run him face first into the weapon is countered! Holden falls victim to a successful Samoan drop! Razor hacks up a lung as he continues to sell the previous shot. Holden doesn't stay down long. From outside of the ring he drags Razor out and uses him for batting practice against the post!

Jerry Andrews: He could've split his head wide open from that!

Ace Anderson: Holden is supposed to care...why?

Holden folds back a section of protective matting. He becomes more and more incensed by the very sight of Razor and moreso the audacity of him to try and mount any sort of offense. The human wrecking ball lifts Razor in the air like a small child. He has him set for a powerslam. First is a run against the ring post and then the successful Oklahoma Slam concludes on the concrete!

Holden keeps control of the match with a deadlift. Razor is slid upside down...TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE CONCRETE! He doesn't stop there. Razor has the back of his head slammed over and over until Holden decides to roll him over and start on the face. Adding further punishment is the running back and forth of it. Some fans are shown looking a little squeamish by the violence.

Holden gets up and takes control of the camera. He looks square at the lense, then puts the blame for what's happening on Rick Majors. As Razor slowly moves, he takes a face full of camera off a throw, crumpling him immediately. Holden drags Razor to his feet. Back and forth he whips him from the ring apron to the steel guardrail. Once bored enough, a running smash through the ring steps punctuates the carnage.

Jerry Andrews: If Holden is less than one hundred percent, he's not showing it. This is becoming barbaric.

Ace Anderson: Be sure to thank Rick Majors when you see him. IF you see him ever again.

Holden patiently waits on Razor to pick himself back up. There's a sadistic smile plastered on his face as this happens. Razor pastes him with a European uppercut! It may not have much behind it, but he at least hit the mark. Holden is further stunned by a palm strike, but he then sends Razor bouncing between the ropes with a hiptoss.

Razor untangles himself only for Holden to run through him with a running shoulder to the head and neck. Holden goes around the ring to the annoncers table. He rips it away from its position, dragging it backwards until it's diagonal with the ring post. Holden calmly steps through the ropes...a SUPERMAN PUNCH catches him completely off guard! Razor is slow to capitalize, but he isn't dead just yet.

He takes himself to the floor. Holden has his head partially sticking out. Running drive-by dropkick! Razor starts getting some cheers from the faithful for his comeback. However he falls victim to a Steamroller once he returns inside. Holden, now further angered, wastes no time in setting Razor up top. Holden joins him and in one mighty heave...

Jerry Andrews: SUICIDEPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE, AND TO THE FLOOR!!

Holden presses Razor over the top minutes later. He brings his championship inside and dumps Razor on it with Sins of the Father! Unsatisfied, he drops him again with The "Dead Lights." Holden fastens his championship around his waist, then hooks Razor's right leg for a pin.

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The bell is called for. Holden refuses to have his arm raised.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL Underground Champion, Holden Ross!

Before he can get his title, Holden is cracked across the back by a steel chair from Rick Majors! Majors unloads on Holden with another shot before PCW security manages to pull him away. Majors is dragged from the area is Holden slowly tries to get to his feet.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing here!? Does he have a death wish!?

Jerry Andrews: He just might!

Majors tries desperately to break through the crowd of security guards.... but Holden is back up! He's charging through, throwing guards away left and right! Majors is free! He charges at Holden! Holden hits him with a right hand! Majors fires back! The two are slugging it out at the ringside area!

Ace Andrews: This is madness! It's the holiday season guys! Come on!!!!

Jerry Andrews: We're sorry to do this to you, folks, but we're out of time! Thanks for an amazing 2019! Happy Holidays and we'll see you next year!!!

- CLICK -

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