Trauma 264 [9th Anniversary Show] Results
Jan 17, 2020 22:02:25 GMT -5
Grimm, Cory Steel, and 2 more like this
Post by PCW Staff on Jan 17, 2020 22:02:25 GMT -5
Earlier today….
Cameras are outside the arena as a sleek, black helicopter lands in the mostly empty parking lot. We watch for a moment as the occupants take their time exiting the aircraft. It is soon shown to be both Gerard Angelo and the Underground King, Holden Ross. They are both dressed to the nines in dark suits while Holden has the belt slung over his left shoulder. The duo make way for the building looking calm and confident.
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 264
Friday January 17th, 2020
The darkened Pure Class Arena is covered in a crimson veil of dim lights as the faithful continue to pile in for the first Trauma since the holiday break. Shots of fans walking up and down the stairs in the upper bowl pan to those finding their seats on the floors, and readying their homemade signs.
At the top of the hour, on cue, regardless if all the asses have found their seats, the red lights, a staple from previous Trauma events turn blue, and performance lights illuminate the redesigned stage and ramp, bringing Rick DeJesus, Trevor Stafford, Andrew Cushing, and Tavis Stanley into the spotlight as fireworks rattle the rafters. The band, Adelitas Way, begins their live performance of the new Trauma them song “What it Takes” as the light show continues to welcome the crowd.
"My mind is racing, heart is pacing
Everything I want I taste it I embrace it
Gotta have the patience, dedication
Never leave a moment wasted, chasing greatness
I think its kinda funny that they slept on me
Here's a couple things they should know about me
No plan B just a one way ticket
This is what it takes that's the difference"
"I been waiting for this all my life, it's my time
I never hesitate, I dig down, stand my ground
Look at all the valleys that I made it through
You're looking at somebody with too much to lose
The sacrifices made everyday, it's the price I pay
This is what it takes
Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize when it's make or break (This is what it takes)
Eyes on the prize yeah this is what it takes, this is what it takes"
Fireworks explode throughout the building as the announce team welcomes the audience to the show.
Jerry Andrews: WELCOME TO 2020! WELCOME TO TBS! WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHTS! AND WELCOME TO THE NINTH ANNIVERSARY OF PCW TRAUMA! I'm Jerry Andrews and we're so glad that you could join us here this evening for a very, very special night!
Ace Anderson: What a night it's going to be! Two PCW legends will return to the ring with a shot at the North American Title on the line and we're going to see who the last man standing is when we enter the Underground!
Jerry Andrews: Plus, to celebrate entering a new decade, we're going to name the PCW Match of the Decade and PCW Wrestler of the decade! What a night it is to be a PCW fan!
Ace Anderson: Maybe the first and only time I will agree with you this year Jerry, but this truly is an exciting night, and a night that I never expected to see, let alone be apart of!
Jerry Andrews: If I had to sum tonight up in one word, “new” immediately comes to mind.
Close-ups of both Jerry and Ace accompany the panning shots of the live concert taking place on stage in front of the new Trauma logo, welcoming the Faithful to the show.
Ace Anderson: There certainly is a lot of that going around here tonight Jerry, and…
The music on stage screeches to a halt, and quickly changes tune as DeJesus blurts out a word that brings those still in their seats back to their feet, and those still finding their way to their seats stop in their tracks.
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
Jerry Andrews: One of very few things that isn’t new coming into tonight, Ace, and most of us couldn’t be more thrilled.
Ace Anderson: If this is the only thing that would have changed before tonight, we would all be a lot happier!
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
The arena lights flash on, and Adelitas Way welcome Pure Class Wrestling’s World Champion onto the stage. Stormm extends a hand to each of the band’s members, and a salute to the drummer before turning his attention to the crowd, raising the World title belt high above his heat to a huge ovation as the song progresses.
The fully redecorated Arena comes fully into view for the first time with all the lights flooding throughout the interior. Saluting towards the fans as he makes his way to the ring, the Force of Nature circles around the back of the ring and slaps the top of the announcer’s table with a grin before jumping up onto it, still with the belt held high.
Ace Anderson: Is this the kind of example we look for our World Champion to set for everyone, out here on night one of this new era disrespecting the new set like this?
Jerry Andrews: You know Ace, there might be ONE more new thing I’d like to see around here. How comfortable are you in that chair?
Stormm nods to Ace, and shakes hands with Jerry before hopping down, grabbing a microphone from the timekeeper’s area, and jumping up onto the apron. With no match to perform in, he is still clad in jeans and one of his brand new “Warning” t-shirts, and he playfully bows towards the band up on stage as the music dies down, and they make their way back through the curtain.
Stormm: Welcome!
The Force of Nature shoots a glance back towards the announcers table with a mischievous smirk.
Stormm: Welcome to a new decade… a new year… a new night… a new network… a brand new Trauma!
The new Trauma logo up on the tron fades from its new blue color to a golden color for the special Anniversary edition of Trauma kicking off the new year.
Stormm: But STILL your Pure Class Wrestling World Champion!
Holding the belt up once more, Stormm basks in the glory for only a short moment before placing the belt back over his right shoulder.
Stormm: There is a lot of change happening in PCW right now, and this new era of class that is kicking off right here in this very arena tonight is something for all of you here tonight to look forward to. Not just the Faithful, but the suits, and even everyone in the locker room!
Jerry Andrews: Well said!
Ace Anderson: How about, don’t say at all!
Stormm: Now, with all that hype fluff out of the way, and before a certain someone comes stomping his feet out here demanding a rematch, let me address the pink elephant in the arena tonight. Gerard Angelo…
The name of the previous challenger to the World title draws a deafening level of jeers from those in attendance.
Stormm: You and one of your cronies, would have been two if not for an injury, tried what you could to steal the World title from me at Collision Course. While I’m sure you’ve already cried to the suits about it, let me just say right here and now that I admit to leveling the playing field!
Using the microphone, the Force of Nature mimics a home run swing, bringing a hand up to his eyes to watch the imaginary ball clear the fences.
Stormm: I have no shame, and admit to knocking you on your ass with one swing of the bat. Then, hitting you with the Force of Nature for the three count. You see, three, four, five years ago, and even further back, that Stormm would have still not wanted to bend the rules.
The World Champion begins to pace in the middle of the ring.
Stormm: That Stormm would have been too worried about what everyone was going to think if he “cheated.” That Stormm would have gotten his ass kicked by the numbers game, and been out here right now making excuses why he lost the title. Not this Stormm!
The fans pop!
Stormm: So you go ahead and complain that I cheated to win. You go crying to the suits about a rematch because of it. I’ll gladly face you again, so why don’t we go ahead and just schedule it right now? Mass Destruction, leave your little bitches in the back, and do us all a favor and let us have a REAL match! But, if you want to keep playing the numbers game with me, just remember, I’ll play along!
Jerry Andrews: What a statement from our World Champion to kick things off here on Friday Night, Ace! He doesn’t need to wait to be told to defend his championship, he’s ready to fight to keep it!
Ace Anderson: Every dog has its day, Jerry. But if this match does happen, on March 1st, we will have a new World Champion!
Stormm: ...because of the Force of Nature is coming, and this is your warning!
The recorded variation of “Notorious” picks back up where the band left off and Stormm exits the ring and makes his way to the back as Trauma heads to commercial.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome back folks! As we mentioned, we have quite a show tonight, but right now let's take a moment and go back to 2011 when PCW Trauma returned to the airwaves and see our first match from that first show!
Jerry Andrews: WELCOME TO 2020! WELCOME TO TBS! WELCOME TO FRIDAY NIGHTS! AND WELCOME TO THE NINTH ANNIVERSARY OF PCW TRAUMA! I'm Jerry Andrews and we're so glad that you could join us here this evening for a very, very special night!
Ace Anderson: What a night it's going to be! Two PCW legends will return to the ring with a shot at the North American Title on the line and we're going to see who the last man standing is when we enter the Underground!
Jerry Andrews: Plus, to celebrate entering a new decade, we're going to name the PCW Match of the Decade and PCW Wrestler of the decade! What a night it is to be a PCW fan!
Ace Anderson: Maybe the first and only time I will agree with you this year Jerry, but this truly is an exciting night, and a night that I never expected to see, let alone be apart of!
Jerry Andrews: If I had to sum tonight up in one word, “new” immediately comes to mind.
Close-ups of both Jerry and Ace accompany the panning shots of the live concert taking place on stage in front of the new Trauma logo, welcoming the Faithful to the show.
Ace Anderson: There certainly is a lot of that going around here tonight Jerry, and…
The music on stage screeches to a halt, and quickly changes tune as DeJesus blurts out a word that brings those still in their seats back to their feet, and those still finding their way to their seats stop in their tracks.
"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
Jerry Andrews: One of very few things that isn’t new coming into tonight, Ace, and most of us couldn’t be more thrilled.
Ace Anderson: If this is the only thing that would have changed before tonight, we would all be a lot happier!
"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"
The arena lights flash on, and Adelitas Way welcome Pure Class Wrestling’s World Champion onto the stage. Stormm extends a hand to each of the band’s members, and a salute to the drummer before turning his attention to the crowd, raising the World title belt high above his heat to a huge ovation as the song progresses.
The fully redecorated Arena comes fully into view for the first time with all the lights flooding throughout the interior. Saluting towards the fans as he makes his way to the ring, the Force of Nature circles around the back of the ring and slaps the top of the announcer’s table with a grin before jumping up onto it, still with the belt held high.
Ace Anderson: Is this the kind of example we look for our World Champion to set for everyone, out here on night one of this new era disrespecting the new set like this?
Jerry Andrews: You know Ace, there might be ONE more new thing I’d like to see around here. How comfortable are you in that chair?
Stormm nods to Ace, and shakes hands with Jerry before hopping down, grabbing a microphone from the timekeeper’s area, and jumping up onto the apron. With no match to perform in, he is still clad in jeans and one of his brand new “Warning” t-shirts, and he playfully bows towards the band up on stage as the music dies down, and they make their way back through the curtain.
Stormm: Welcome!
The Force of Nature shoots a glance back towards the announcers table with a mischievous smirk.
Stormm: Welcome to a new decade… a new year… a new night… a new network… a brand new Trauma!
The new Trauma logo up on the tron fades from its new blue color to a golden color for the special Anniversary edition of Trauma kicking off the new year.
Stormm: But STILL your Pure Class Wrestling World Champion!
Holding the belt up once more, Stormm basks in the glory for only a short moment before placing the belt back over his right shoulder.
Stormm: There is a lot of change happening in PCW right now, and this new era of class that is kicking off right here in this very arena tonight is something for all of you here tonight to look forward to. Not just the Faithful, but the suits, and even everyone in the locker room!
Jerry Andrews: Well said!
Ace Anderson: How about, don’t say at all!
Stormm: Now, with all that hype fluff out of the way, and before a certain someone comes stomping his feet out here demanding a rematch, let me address the pink elephant in the arena tonight. Gerard Angelo…
The name of the previous challenger to the World title draws a deafening level of jeers from those in attendance.
Stormm: You and one of your cronies, would have been two if not for an injury, tried what you could to steal the World title from me at Collision Course. While I’m sure you’ve already cried to the suits about it, let me just say right here and now that I admit to leveling the playing field!
Using the microphone, the Force of Nature mimics a home run swing, bringing a hand up to his eyes to watch the imaginary ball clear the fences.
Stormm: I have no shame, and admit to knocking you on your ass with one swing of the bat. Then, hitting you with the Force of Nature for the three count. You see, three, four, five years ago, and even further back, that Stormm would have still not wanted to bend the rules.
The World Champion begins to pace in the middle of the ring.
Stormm: That Stormm would have been too worried about what everyone was going to think if he “cheated.” That Stormm would have gotten his ass kicked by the numbers game, and been out here right now making excuses why he lost the title. Not this Stormm!
The fans pop!
Stormm: So you go ahead and complain that I cheated to win. You go crying to the suits about a rematch because of it. I’ll gladly face you again, so why don’t we go ahead and just schedule it right now? Mass Destruction, leave your little bitches in the back, and do us all a favor and let us have a REAL match! But, if you want to keep playing the numbers game with me, just remember, I’ll play along!
Jerry Andrews: What a statement from our World Champion to kick things off here on Friday Night, Ace! He doesn’t need to wait to be told to defend his championship, he’s ready to fight to keep it!
Ace Anderson: Every dog has its day, Jerry. But if this match does happen, on March 1st, we will have a new World Champion!
Stormm: ...because of the Force of Nature is coming, and this is your warning!
The recorded variation of “Notorious” picks back up where the band left off and Stormm exits the ring and makes his way to the back as Trauma heads to commercial.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome back folks! As we mentioned, we have quite a show tonight, but right now let's take a moment and go back to 2011 when PCW Trauma returned to the airwaves and see our first match from that first show!
PCW Trauma Tuesday, January 18, 2011 Match One: Singles Match Drew “Champ” White vs. Pegasus Referee: Nolan Burke Match Details: We kick-off the revival of the PCW with PCW newcomer Drew “Champ” White making his debut against fan favorite and former World, International, and Tag Team Champion Pegasus. Speaking of Pegasus, he makes history as the first International Champion, as well as the first person to ever reach forty loses in his PCW career. Ouch. Will this make loss forty-five? Drew would hope so. Drew made his entrance first, and received a lukewarm reception from the fans in attendance. When Pegasus made his entrance, the fans in the Pure Class Arena erupted in cheers. Pegasus seemed very gracious in his return, whereas Drew seemed very nervous. When both competitors made it to the ring, the match began. Pegasus, the grappler formerly nicknamed, “The One Man Losing Streak,” was the first to attack, quickly nailing the newcomer with a dropkick. Pegasus, who has not wrestled in a match since August 26, 2008, seemed a little rusty in executing his moves, but even a rusty Pegasus was too much for Drew White to handle. Pegasus made short-work of “Champ”, finishing him off with a Leap of Faith at the 3 minute and 42 second mark. Winner(s): Pegasus via pinfall |
Jerry Andrews: Of course, that night, January 18th, 2011 wasn't the first ever Trauma, but it was the first show since PCW returned and we've been going strong ever since!
Ace Anderson: I wrestled on that show, you know!
Jerry Andrews: That's right, you and Mike Park competed in an incredible 20-minute time-limit draw!
The sun started its climb over the horizon. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning, and the red glinted off the barren furrows carved into the frozen ground. A silhouette rose up from the rim of the earth and began its walk.
Two thousand twenty. Depending on who you talk to, the beginning of a new decade, or one year removed from one. Either way, it’s a new year, a new you.
Resolutions? You made ‘em. Intentions? You got ‘em. Things are going to start happening for you now.
The silhouette stood before a great bonfire. The burning of the greens. Christmastide had passed and now there was nothing to look forward to but the settling in of winter. Biting, hammering, indifferent, pitiless winter. The world hardened and stripped of its finery. A world where you sit in the cold and the dark and count on your stiff fingers a list of fearful things. Where you consider your numbered days.
Another year, another anniversary show. The ninth, to be exact, and he had been there for most all of them.
Candles guttered on window sills. A lantern flickered from the middle of a table. Eyes carved from the deepest, oldest ice reflected the flame. They watched as he pulled on a black leather glove. It squeaked when he closed that left hand into a fist. He heard the snicker-snack of the blade when he tested that utility knife of his. It hadn’t rusted in place just yet. He felt the weight, the heft, the perfect balance of the shovel as he took it up from beside the fireplace. Another year meant still more holes to dig.
There may have been a grin behind that GingerBeard of Doom, but the light wasn’t so great in here.
Some familiar faces will have returned, while others will have been beaten out of the ring for the time being. You know, another typical year in the life of Pure Class Wrestling. And you know they, among all the rest, have plans for this new year. They’ll be more consistent. They’ll finally pursue that ever-elusive title belt (whichever one that may be). They’ll seek to settle a long-standing grudge. They plan to do this, to do that, to do the other.
What…Grimm’s plans?
You have to ask?
Ace Anderson: I wrestled on that show, you know!
Jerry Andrews: That's right, you and Mike Park competed in an incredible 20-minute time-limit draw!
The sun started its climb over the horizon. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning, and the red glinted off the barren furrows carved into the frozen ground. A silhouette rose up from the rim of the earth and began its walk.
Two thousand twenty. Depending on who you talk to, the beginning of a new decade, or one year removed from one. Either way, it’s a new year, a new you.
Resolutions? You made ‘em. Intentions? You got ‘em. Things are going to start happening for you now.
The silhouette stood before a great bonfire. The burning of the greens. Christmastide had passed and now there was nothing to look forward to but the settling in of winter. Biting, hammering, indifferent, pitiless winter. The world hardened and stripped of its finery. A world where you sit in the cold and the dark and count on your stiff fingers a list of fearful things. Where you consider your numbered days.
Another year, another anniversary show. The ninth, to be exact, and he had been there for most all of them.
Candles guttered on window sills. A lantern flickered from the middle of a table. Eyes carved from the deepest, oldest ice reflected the flame. They watched as he pulled on a black leather glove. It squeaked when he closed that left hand into a fist. He heard the snicker-snack of the blade when he tested that utility knife of his. It hadn’t rusted in place just yet. He felt the weight, the heft, the perfect balance of the shovel as he took it up from beside the fireplace. Another year meant still more holes to dig.
There may have been a grin behind that GingerBeard of Doom, but the light wasn’t so great in here.
Some familiar faces will have returned, while others will have been beaten out of the ring for the time being. You know, another typical year in the life of Pure Class Wrestling. And you know they, among all the rest, have plans for this new year. They’ll be more consistent. They’ll finally pursue that ever-elusive title belt (whichever one that may be). They’ll seek to settle a long-standing grudge. They plan to do this, to do that, to do the other.
What…Grimm’s plans?
You have to ask?
Sasha Greene: The following is a number one contenders match scheduled for one fall! The winner of the match will receive a shot at the North American Title at Mass Destruction!
Jerry Andrews: Two veterans of past PCW wars are about to return for a big opportunity.
Ace Anderson: An opportunity that they earned...how, again?? I'm asking for a friend.
Jerry Andrews: Their accomplishments speak for themselves, Ace.
Ace Anderson: Network pressure. Gotcha.
You Are A Pirate! by Alestorm hits first to jeers.
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 195 lbs, HIGH TIDE!
With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
A school bell rings....the crowd claps along with the clapping of the "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless matching its beat. A motorcycle emerges from the back with Cory Steel on the back, the outlaw stops at the top of the ramp where he holds a fist up in the air. The massive man also lays down on the accelerator drowning out the music and the crowd!
Sasha Greene: From New York, New York. He weighs 300 lbs, CORY STEEL!
PCW North American Title Number One Contender Match
High Tide vs Cory Steel
Referee: Ed Lane
Cory smiles and then launches himself down the ramp on his motorcycle. He takes a few laps around the ring before coming to a stop and getting dove on from the high flying pirate! The suddenness catches everyone by total surprise. High Tide knows he is at a major disadvantage on height and weight, so he's deciding to do something about it.
High Tide lays in a flurry of kicks to the ruthless one. Then he begins to slam the motorcycle on Cory's legs! Tide puts a greater focus on the left side, figuring he'll add to Cory's collection of disabilities. Satisfied by the damage, he backs off at the behest of referee Ed Lane. High Tide confidently struts back inside of the ring with a demand that the bell be rung.
Ace Anderson: I have to applaud the ingenuity of that. High Tide isn't the rummy I thought he was.
Jerry Andrews: But where does this leave our match? Cory is hurt and may not be able to compete.
Once the bike is safely lifted, Cory emphatically informs that he can go and that he wants a piece of High Tide's ass for the attack. Ed leaves him to be attended to so he can go back inside to tell High Tide the situation. The pirate is angered by the news. He wants the bell rung. The ten count started AND his hand raised. Those are his demands...
And maybe some of Greenville's finest booty.
About this time, Cory is shown lumbering onto the apron with his meathooks grabbing the top rope. High Tide sprints over with a prompt dropkick to the left knee, the force of which causes Cory to go face first onto the apron. High Tide draws momentum bouncing off the ropes. Baseball slide! High Tide rushes Cory's left knee with a chop block now, twisting him towards the guardrail. After a few well placed stomps, he races back in to demand a ten count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
Cory drags himself to the ring by 7. High Tide misses with a stomp to the lone finger on Cory's left hand. That gives the brute the opportunity to sweep Tide's feet out with the healthy right. High Tide is pulled out like there was a chain attached to him and sent careening into the ring post. High Tide rotates midair before he comes to a splat. Steel breaks the count and then limps his way to Tide.
Jerry Andrews: This could get ugly.
Tide takes a stiff clothesline that sends him head over heels like a rolling cannonball. In a fit of rage, Cory drags him to the ring steps and proceeds to slam the back of his head repeatedly against them. There may be some cringes from the faithful, but nobody is jeering the action. High Tide forearms Cory in the left kneecap, cutting him down to one limb. Through the pain, however, Cory digs at Tide's eyes like he were trying to yank them out of their sockets.
High Tide is tossed between the ropes that very same way. Cory does some quick bends to test out the status of his joint, but his inner bear is beginning to show. High Tide blindly swings at air while Cory steps into the ring. He limps to his prey. For every swing-and-miss there is, Cory connects with a heavy roundhouse to knock Tide off keel. Cory shoulder blocks him backwards to a corner and then comes in with a partial avalanche.
High Tide is lifted with a swinging side slam out of the corner, but Cory returns to testing his knee out before he even thinks of going for the pin. By the time he does, High Tide has rolled himself elsewhere in the ring while trying to regain his vision. Cory pulls himself up to his feet. He storms over to Tide in order to jam his right foot down on Tide's chest. A stomp. Then a push. Now the same to the face.
Ace Anderson: Hey ref! Get in there and do your job.
Jerry Andrews: Cory has until the count of five.
Ace Anderson: I doubt he can even count that high. Just look at his left hand for proof.
High Tide links his limbs around the bottom rope while pushing his body partially outside of it. Cory is forced to back off and into controlling his bloodlust. The bear is having none of it. This clouded judgement gets him a low shoulder thrust into the worked over left knee and a deposit over the middle rope. High Tide rears back and kicks Cory right in the face, which is enough to get him off of the rope.
Tide confidently rolls himself back inside, where he then continues to be a chainsaw to the left tree trunk of Cory Steel. Elbow drops find their mark in quick succession, each one supplied by pained yells for soundtrack. High Tide lifts the leg and spins around as if to go for a figure four. Cory pushes off with his right boot, but Tide uses the ropes for a springboard moonsault onto the left leg!
Sensing the position he has, Tide DOES lock in a figure four and with enough of a reach for the ropes to give himself an advantage in adding pressure. Cory roars like the spirit of a bear is inside of his body. High Tide does whatever he must in order to continue pushing Cory's pain tolerance to the brink. The Sickest refuses to quit, having experienced far worse than what he is currently dealing with.
Jerry Andrews: Ed Lane must've left his glasses at home tonight!
Ace Anderson: If you aren't cheating, you aren't trying. High Tide has been playing it smart throughout this match.
Rather than chant for him or drum up applause, the faithful have taken a unique approach to rallying Cory Steel. They cue up the sounds of a motorcycle being revved up. With enough support inside of the arena to band together, it almost sounds like one giant cycle being heard! High Tide decides to abandon ship on scoring a submission victory, but the damage has been done.
High Tide manages to drag Cory out a bit further to the near center of the ring. From there he turns him on his left side, so that his legs are on top of one another. His speed comes into play for a quick sprint to the top rope. Without so much as a second thought, he launches himself in the air for a frog splash...Man Overboard! misses!! High Tide flops around like a fish out of water afterwards.
Cory's rage starts to fuel him. He powers himself up onto his one good leg and turns his cold steel and death grey eye upon the pirate. Limp or no limp, he's going to make sure he gets his pound of flesh. High Tide is hoisted by his neck and held up like a punching bag for Cory to work over. Following that pummeling are a series of hammer-like headbutts to Tide's head like he was a nail. He drops High Tide on his spaghetti legs, leans back off the ropes and connects with a torso splitting spear! This time he goes for the cover.
1!
2!
High Tide kicks out of that. Or...maybe Cory lifted him. High Tide is dispatched to a corner. Cory breaks him apart with a combination of heavy body shots. Following one shoulder charge, the doubled over pirate is picked up in a powerbomb. Cory's left leg buckles, but he has enough to slam Tide against the turnbuckles. High Tide clings to his head while kissing the canvas.
Jerry Andrews: The damage may be worse than even Cory thought. He had things going in his direction, but High Tide's plan may have worked.
Ace Anderson: These bottom feeders can kill the engines, this one is over.
Cory forces himself up using the ropes, albeit it a bit slow. Just as he turns in the direction of where High Tide should be, he's drilled with Half Mast! Cory is down and High Tide is over him with a hook of the left leg.
1!
2!
Cory presses Tide off. The disoriented pirate returns to the top rope. He launches into a shooting star press...Off The Plank is caught! Cory shifts things around so that he hits Trouble In The East with absolute precision! Both competitors are down and now they both get a pin on the other!
1!
2!
3---SHOULDERS UP!
The action picks up moments later with Cory taking control. A big boot spins High Tide around to a full nelson slam. Cory violently rips him up with a claw hold and spins him across his right shoulder for a massive powerslam. He remains favoring that left leg of his. Somebody from the crowd tosses in a knee brace behind the referee's back! Confused by where it came from, Cory graciously slips it on!
He gives High Tide an expletive laden speech while motioning for him to get up. The second spear from him is a corkscrew variety as their bodies twist in the air from one of the biggest impacts heard in the history of the show. High Tide is met with a spine realigning jackhammer immediately after. High Tide is driven to the earth with a powerbomb.
ONE!
Cory takes him up and reintroduces him to the mat with another.
TWO!
He now goes for the coup de grâce and the completion of The Sickest Kill I...but High Tide throws what's left in his bones into a hurricanrana! Steel collides with the top turnbuckle pad and is left slumped. High Tide is down longer than he may have wanted to be, but he's not completely out. Just as Cory comes to get him, he dives for Cory's OTHER knee! The suddenness is jarring enough for him to catch Cory with The Pirate Code!
1!
2!
3!
NO! The ref waves it off, catching Cory getting his shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. A dazed and angered High Tide disputes that. Cory shuts him up with Killbane and then immediately goes right into a fury of blows to Tide's face and stomach, dropping him like a ton of bricks with Steel Hands! Cory goes for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
Ed Lane motions for the bell to be rung, the sound of which launches into "Heaven Knows" as Cory Steel has just become a number one contender!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Cory Steel!
Jerry Andrews: What a close contest, but Cory Steel is heading to Mass Destruction to compete for the PCW North American Championship!
Ace Anderson: Wait.... facing Dominator in a match is supposed to be REWARD!?
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back! As you know, it's the first Trauma of 2020, so we're not just celebrating our ninth anniversary on the air, but we're also honoring the past decade in PCW history! Now the wrestlers and the Faithful have been voting since December, and we're now going to name the match that was chosen to be the best PCW match of the decade! Ace, the honors are all yours!
Ace Anderson: And the PCW Match of the Decade is the International Title match between Sadistic and Grimm from Mass Destruction 2! Here's that match for you right now, folks!
PCW MATCH OF THE DECADE PCW Mass Destruction 2 Sunday, March 4, 2012 International Championship Match Cage of Death Match Sadistic © vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little (Indeed, the cell is dropping lower and lower from the ceiling. A double-wide black casket has already been wheeled down to the ring to be trapped inside the Cage of Death with both combatants.) Jerry Andrews: Fans, this one is going to be brutal. Disgusting, even. If you have a squeamish stomach, or there are children in the room...well, you might need to avert their attention during this one. Al Laiman: Word in the back is that some of the boys actually think somebody might actually die inside that cell... (Tyrone Little awaits outside the cell with lock and chain. He won't be needed inside the cell. His only duties will be manning the lock and calling for the bell once one of he men has been stuffed inside the casket. "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand starts up and the cheers begin. There is an aura of anxiety and excitement in the crowd as the lights go dim.) Mark Long: Introducing first...the challenger...from Hangtown, Kentucky...weighing in at 217 pounds...Phinehas...GRIMM!!! (Grimm steps out from the back, the epitome of patience, and he receives a respectable response from the fans. Slowly making his way down the ramp, he gazes up at the massive structure. Grabbing onto the links, he tests the cage with a few tugs before entering through the door. Climbing into the ring, Grimm patiently awaits the arrival of his brother.) Al Laiman: That's one scary dude right there. Mark Long: Also hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky...he is the DEFENDING...and REIGNING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...weighing 231 pounds..."THE PHENOM"...Billy Sadistic! ("Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers and the fans begin booing. The man with the belt and the mutton chops emerges from the back. Gazing at the cell - and the man standing inside the cell - it appears as if the Phenom has second thoughts about descending down the ramp. After a few seconds at the top of the stage, Sadistic heads for the ring. Sadistic takes his time getting down the ramp and pauses at the door of the cell.) Jerry Andrews: Call me a fool, but I don't think Sadistic wants to get inside the Cage of Death with Grimm. Al Laiman: You're a fool. (Reluctantly, Sadistic hands the International Championship to Tyrone Little and steps through the threshold. Referee Little closes the cell door behind Sadistic and fastens the lock and chain. The noise of his fate being sealed behind him causes the Phenom to shudder, but he presses forward. Slowly climbing into the ring, Sadistic stands across the ring from his brother. Tyrone Little calls for the bell to start the match, but the Dillinger brothers don't more. They just stare at each other.) Jerry Andrews: There it is, Al. The staredown. I love the staredown. (Sadistic slowly begins shaking his head, as if he can't believe the situation.) Jerry Andrews: I don't understand Sadistic. He was the one that betrayed his brother. He created this whole situation. (Sadistic walks to the middle of the ring, and Grimm meets him. Sadistic has some words for his younger brother, and even goes so far as to start poking him in the chest. Grimm looks down at the finger making contact with his chest and calmly shoves it out of the way. Sadistic does not appreciate this, and he responds by slapping Grimm across the face. Grimm is knocked back a step, but he immediately goes after Billy. Sadistic, thinking better of it, bails out of the ring. Grimm dives out after him. Sadistic rounds the ringsteps and runs between the edge of the ring and the cell. Grimm gives chase. Around another ringpost, and Grimm is right behind him. Rounding the last corner, Sadistic puts on the brakes just before running into the casket. His eyes grow wide and he turns just in time to see Grimm rounding the corner. Sadistic dives back into the safety of the ring...but Grimm grabs him by the ankle! Sadistic claws at the canvas!) Al Laiman: Grimm's got him! (Sadistic rolls onto his back and uses his free foot to shove Grimm off into the cell, then he scoots back into the center of the ring. Grimm has bad intentions on the brain as he climbs back into the ring...but Sadistic is right there to greet him by dropping an elbow across the back of his head! Kicks and punches follow as Sadistic drags him into the corner by the hair and goes to work on him. Billy follows a kick to the gut with another slap across the face! The fans cheer as Grimm clips his jaw with a straight right, but Sadistic drives a knee into the Crimson Demon's mid-section. Grabbing Phinehas by the hair, he screams something unintelligible into his face before whipping him across to the opposite corner. Sizing Grimm up from across the ring, Sadistic charges across the ring and connects with an absolutely crushing splash in the corner!) Jerry Andrews: Ouch! What velocity! (Sadistic bounces out of the corner from the impact and Grimm follows right out after him, completely unaffected! The fans roar as the Abomination of Desolation stalks his backpeddling prey across the ring. Sadistic is beside himself, and again he bails to the outside! The cheers turn to boos. The PCW Faithful are clearly unhappy with Sadistic's cowardly ways.) Al Laiman: I've never seen Sadistic like this. Jerry Andrews: I think he's scared. (Rather than follow him out again, Grimm leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and gazes down at his brother. Sadistic glares up at him. Eventually, Grimm hops down from the ropes. Sadistic takes his sweet time before cautiously climbing back into the ring. Grimm closes the distance, but stops in his tracks when Sadistic offers him a brotherly handshake.) Al Laiman: Ah...Sadistic wants to shake hands. Like Nacho and Kaard. Jerry Andrews: I think not... (Grimm looks from Sadistic's face to his hand...then back to his face. Phinehas smiles warmly and accepts the handshake...then nearly decapitates the Phenom with a short-arm clothesline! The fans are on their feet again and Phinehas is on him like white on rice. Pulling Sadistic up by the chops, Phinehas forces him back into the corner and unloads some Muay Thai strikes on the Sadistic One. Pulling Sadistic to the middle of the ropes, Phinehas rocks him with a headbutt before whipping him across the ring. Sadistic hooks the top rope and quickly climbs to the outside to get away from his brother. Sadistic turns and spots the casket directly below him and lets out an audible scream. And then Grimm drills him in the back with such force that Sadistic sails over the casket and smashes into the cell wall. The force ricochets him into the casket. Using the casket to pull himself up, he realizes what he has hold of and immediately takes a step back. Grimm is right there and he introduces Sadistic's face into the lid of the casket!) Jerry Andrews: Hello, Billy! Welcome to hell! (Grimm is relentless. Sadistic staggers away, but Grimm is all over him. The Crimson Demon sends him head first into the steel ringpost and Billy goes down. Grabbing, Sadistic by the hair, he pulls him to his feet. A nasty gash has been opened above Sadistic's right eyebrow and blood has started to flow down the side of his face. Eager to inflict more damage on his brother, Grimm drags him over to the side of the cell and begins raking his open wound across the chain link fence! Sadistic screams out in agony!) Al Laiman: Phinehas Grimm is one merciless son of a bitch! (Sadistic's had enough of steel ripping flesh, and he retaliates with an elbow to the stomach. The Phenom staggers away, leaving a nasty trail of blood. Grimm is hot on his trail. Sadistic's knees go weak, and he collapses by the ring apron with half of his body rolling beneath the ring.) Jerry Andrews: This isn't good. Sadistic may have passed out from loss of blood. (Grimm is relentless. Grabbing Sadistic by the pants, he pulls him from beneath the ring...and Sadistic blasts him in the face with the spray from a fire extinguisher! Blinded by the chemical mixture, Phinehas blindly feels his way towards the steel mesh. Holding the cannister like a weapon, Sadistic takes a running start and drills an unsuspecting Phinehas in the side of the head! Phinehas drops to his knees. Not satisfied, Sadistic waits for his brother to look up and then wails him across the forehead with the extinguisher! Moments later, a pool of blood has formed beneath Grimm's head.) Al Laiman: The Crimson Demon has been busted wide open!!! (Grabbing a handful of Grimm's hair, Sadistic begins dragging him towards the casket. Phinehas instinctly shoves him away and catches him with a thrust to the throat! Sadistic hangs onto the ring apron as he attempts to catch his wind. Phinehas tries to wipe the blood and chemical from his eyes and the fans are loving every second of it. Digging around under the ring, Sadistic finds a strung out electrical cord and wraps around Grimm's neck.) Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is choking the life out of his brother! (Using the cord as a noose, Sadistic pulls Grimm in and drills him with a right hand. Grimm slouches into the cell wall, but Sadistic pulls him back again for another right hand! Grimm is hurting in a bad way, but Sadistic is out for more than blood. The Phenom pulls him in for another haymaker, but Grimm blocks and spews a cloud of green mist into Sadistic's face! The fans go crazy as Sadistic releases the cord and rolls back into the ring, his eyes burning from the mist.) Jerry Andrews: Now it's Sadistic who is visually impaired! (Grimm untangles himself from the cord and goes in after his brother. Blood and green spray have matted Sadistic's chops to the side of his face. Phinehas climbs to the top rope and punishes his brother with a missile dropkick. The Abomination climbs on top of the Sadistic One, grabs a wad of hair, and begins teeing off with savage right hands! With all of the bloodshed, the Dillingers are really making a mess of the ring.) Al Laiman: I'm glad I didn't eat before the show or I'd probably lose my lunch right now. (Sadistic bucks Grimm off and crawls to the nearest corner. Both men are looking extremely fatigued. Grimm comes after him, but Sadistic strikes first with a kick to the groin! The fans begin booing.) Al Laiman: They can boo all they want, but low blows are perfectly legal in the Cage of Death. (Grimm drops to his knees and Sadistic takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into the Abomination's bloody forehead! Grimm jabs a thumb into his brother's eye and follows it up with an uppercut that snaps the Phenom's jaw shut! Sadistic falls on his rear holding his jaw. Both men slowly crawl to the middle of the ring and begin trading blows from their knees. Sadistic is back up to one knee, then standing. The Phenom is getting the better of the exchange as he rains blows down upon his brother's bloody head! With Grimm's brain rattled, Sadistic bounces off the ropes and charges...and Phinehas catches him out of nowhere with the Lament Configuration!) Jerry Andrews: Grimm hit the sleeping neckbreaker and Sadistic isn't moving! (Taking a second to regain his wits, Grimm staggers over to the side of the ring, reaches through the ropes, and props the casket lid open. Returning to his brother, he pulls him up by his hair and yards him over towards the casket. Grimm attempts to shove him through the ropes, but Sadistic sees the casket sitting wide open and he hangs onto the strands for dear life! Grimm slugs him in the gut to weaken his grip, but Sadistic lashes out with an elbow to the teeth. Grimm is spun around and when he turns back around he's met with a boot to the abdomen and is planted with the Sadistic DDT!!!) Al Laiman: He got it! He got all of it, and Grimm is out cold! (Sadistic is back to his knees, and he looks down at a motionless Grimm. Grabbing him by an arm and a leg, he drags him over to the casket and then shoves him out under the bottom rope with his boot. Grimm's limp body drops into the casket, first his legs and then the rest of his body. Taking a deep breath, Sadistic reaches out between the ropes, grabs the casket lid, and slams it shut!) Al Laiman: Yes! Jerry Andrews: NO!!! (Just as the casket lid was about to close, a bloody hand shoots up to stop its descent! Another bloody hand zips through the air and grabs Sadistic by the throat! Sadistic's tongue hangs out of his mouth and the look on his face is a look of pure fear!) Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm is very much alive!!! (Grimm climbs back out of the casket while still clamping his hand around the Phenom's throat. Climbing back into the ring, he shoves Sadistic back into the corner and slaps the taste out of Sadistic's face! The fans are on their feet as Grimm spins Sadistic around, hops up onto the second turnbuckle, locks his brother in, and spikes him with a tornado DDT out of the corner! The crowd erupts!) Jerry Andrews: Harvest! (Sadistic is out, but Grimm isn't done yet. He takes him to the corner once more and drives his head into the canvas with a second Harvest! Grimm stands over his brother and gazes down at him through bloody locks of hair. Not done yet, Grimm drags his limp body to the corner once more so that he can deliver a third Harvest!) Al Laiman: He's trying to kill him! (Sadistic is a broken heap. Grimm drags his lifeless body over to the edge of the ring and uncerimoniously deposits his brother through the ropes into the open casket. Reaching through the ropes, Grimm grabs the casket lid. Looking down into the casket, Grimm closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head before slamming the lid shut on his brother's existence.) DING! DING! DING! Jerry Andrews: He did it! Grimm has destroyed his older brother! Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW International Champion...Phinehas...GRIMM!!! ("Wintershaker" starts up and the fans are on their feet!) Winner(s): Grimm after trapping Sadistic in the casket (The cell begins to raise and the ring looks like a warzone. Blood is everywhere. Medics trot down to the ring, but Phinehas respectfully refuses their services. Grabbing his newly won belt, the Abomination of Desolation exits the ring. Grimm heads up the ramp to a standing ovation as the EMTs pry open the lid of the casket...) Jerry Andrews: What the hell? (The lid is flipped open, and a burst of smoke spills from the casket. Grimm stops in his tracks. The camera pans over the casket as the smoke slowly dissipates, revealing the container to be empty. And Grimm can only shake his head as he heads back through the curtains.) Jerry Andrews: Where did he go? Al Laiman: Hell? |
Jerry Andrews: You know, I really miss doing commentary with Al Laiman.
Ace Anderson: Hey!!
Jerry Andrews: Errrr.... yeah... we'll be right back!
Backstage somewhere (or maybe even off-location elsewhere) is a room that is lit up by an array of oversaturated neon signs on nondescript walls. Each one is symbolic in a childish way. A sailboat here. A rainbow there. A moon with a trio of stars. There's even a lollipop and balloons!
Clustered around in a half circle are Lite-Brite patterns. Some pieces may be missing, but the patterns aren't lost due to it. A unicorn next to a stegosaurus. A butterfly side-by-side with a train. Dead center is the face of Kermit and it's right by a colorful clown. These are situated on chairs arranged like they were having group therapy.
Sounds of skipping can be heard growing closer off camera. A woman with dark brown curls, makeup that looks inspired by the silent movie era and a midlength bubblegum pink dress, singsongs her way into the room pushing a red stroller with white polka dots on it. She stops to stare in wonder at all of the pretty patterns.
"Oh my goodness gracious!" She says doing a twirl and curtsy. "I think I know who's been a busy boooy! Yes, I do. I think you do as well, Phoebe..."
Destiny Willard pauses everything after dropping the name. She begins playing with her hair while going deep into thought. "Hmm. Phoebe. Phoebe. I never knew anyone with that name. Well, except Phoebe Cates. But I don't like, know her, know her. We aren't friends or hang out or anything super cool like that." Now with wide eyes. "OH MY GOSH! But I loved her in Gremlins! And Drop Dead Fred! And---and---Fast Times At Ridgemont High!"
She quickly looks down at her chest. "I think I know what to do for Jason when we are alone again." She whispers in her adult voice, biting on her lower lip. Her exuberance cranks up a notch to eleven the very second she hears her other half nearing.
"Daddy's here!" This comes with her making a heart with her hands. He shows up wearing a light blue button-up shirt over navy pants and mismatched socks that feature Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck on them.
"Why'd you have to go and lose it all for, Teddy Turner??"Jason innocently questions a Teddy Ruxpin doll that appears as if it were purchased at a garage sale years ago.
He stops to smooch his puckering wife. She makes sure to punctuate the affection with a MUAH!
"The network hasn't been the same without you. Have you seen the state of the planet? It's an awful mess! How is anyone supposed to learn ways to help without Captain Planet and The Planeteers?? How, Teddy Turner, how??"
He shakes the toy out of exasperation.
"Babe! Babe! Look! Look!"
He does just that and sees her enthusiastically pick her baby doll up. "It's OUR baby!" She squeals. "She's sooo perfect and cute and beautiful!"
He offers a coy smile. "What's her name?"
"Phoebe!"
Destiny drifts into a pause of contemplation. "Why, yes. I'm quite sure of it. Do you think that's a good name?"
He caresses her cheek with the gentleness of someone petting a kitten. "I think anything you choose is a good name, my love."
Destiny's skies brighten. After giving the baby a kiss on the head (and having him do the same), she cradles it like a newborn, beaming with the radiance of one hundred new mothers. She's unable to keep from rocking side to side, as if there's a catchy song playing on repeat in her head.
Meanwhile...
"Mommy says that if we don't all do our part, we're going to get what we deserve. That's scary, huh?"
He slowly leans forward to tell Teddy Turner something. "I'm not scared. Mommy will take care of me. I love it bunches when she does. She makes me feel so good!"
No sooner does he say that, does Destiny run a hand in a circular motion across his chest. Her touch makes him lean his head against her stomach. "The feeling is mutual, love bug. Come along now, it's time to go play!"
She glares at the lights. "Do we turn those off or..."
"Nah. It's a new network, they can deal with it. Plus it isn't like we're staging a run-in on someone's match."
She giggles "Oh, well then, toodaloo, new network!"
"Yeah!" He sets Teddy Turner on the floor. "Toodaloo indeed." Now a punt kick.
Just as the childlike pair depart, Jason snaps his fingers to hijack Trauma with a commercial on a ten minute loop of purchased airtime, for both the faithful in the arena and people at home!
As Trauma returns, we are backstage where Shane Dodge is standing with a mic in hand.
Shane: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, “The Bastard” Holden Ross and “The Hollywood Hero” Gerard Angelo.”
Gerry walks into the shot, dressed in a blue 3-piece suit and sunglasses. Holden comes in behind him, dressed in black jeans and a wife beater, the Underground title over his shoulder as he crosses his massive arms over his barrel chest.
Shane: “Gerard, Holden, welcome back after the holiday break. Last time we saw you guys was at Collision Course, and it wasn’t a great night for Pandaemonium.”
Gerry’s face curls into a frown as Holden stares daggers at Shane. He tugs on his collar a bit before continuing.
Shane: “First things first, how is David Hunter doing?”
Gerard: “David is doing just fine, no thanks to anyone here. David was maliciously injured by that big idiot Dominator. And was anything done by management about it? Not at all.”
Shane: “But Gerard, some would say you guys did the same thing to Brenna Gordon earlier in the night. She hasn’t been seen or heard from since. What do you have to say about that?”
Gerard turns and looks at Ross, who just smirks and shrugs, before turning back to Shane.
Gerard: “Well first off, Pandaemonium wishes Brenna a speedy recovery. But that was just business. She was actively trying to undermine us and stop the needed change from happening around here. She turned into a, possibly unwitting, agent of the status quo. Why? Simply because she was upset she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. But I digress. Aside from the travesty with our friend David Hunter at Collision Course, Holden here was robbed of a chance to finally put Rick Majors away for good. The Underground division is supposed to be “No rules, no limits”, right? Then why was the match stopped?”
Shane goes to answer but Gerry quickly cuts him off.
Gerard: “The reason it was stopped was PCW was protecting Majors. Let me pull back the curtain a little bit for everyone. Rick is very, very, close with management around here. So they decided to save their buddy. But tonight Holden is gonna finish the job and there will be one less person to stand in the way of our mission. But that brings me to the farce of a World championship match that same night. Justin Michaels blatantly cheated to retain the PCW world title, and not a damn thing was done about it. He hit me in the face with a baseball bat! If I weren’t a world class professional, I’d have half a mind to sue both Justin and the company. I didn’t sign up for an Underground Rules match. I signed up for a traditional, one on one match, to prove who the better man was. And I think that question was answered when Stormm was forced to introduce a foreign object into the match in order to retain by the skin of his teeth.”
Shane: “But Gerard, you had David Hunter out there who interjected himself at multiple points in the match.”
Gerard: “David was merely providing me the support I needed in a match with a very biased crowd. The true issue here is Stormm is a despicable person to be the face of the company. A man who needs to cheat to win a title is no role model. Kids watch this show, for god sake! Two years in a row. TWO YEARS IN A ROW! I was screwed out of the championship at Collision Course. Twice by terrible officiating. You know why, Shane?”
Shane goes to answer but thinks better of it and just shakes his head.
Gerard: “Because Pure Class Wrestling is afraid of me. Of us. I'm not even wrestling on one of the biggest shows in PCW history. A new night, and a new network! They don't even put the biggest star in the business on the show. All the nonsense that happened at Collision Course is because PCW is afraid of Pandaemonium and the change we represent. Two of us were screwed out of championships at the pay-per-view. Hell, I’m shocked they didn’t force Holden here to vacate the Underground Championship. Probably didn’t happens because they knew Holden here would’ve murdered anyone they sent to take his strap.”
Holden gives a shoulder shrug as if saying, “Yeah, probably.”
Gerard: “Might as well change the name of the pay-per-view to Collusion Course. PCW only wants their guys in the top slots. They don’t want to make new stars. Guys like Justin Michaels, Dominator, Rick Majors, and even Grimm, are holding back young talent.”
Shane gives Gerry a look as “The Living Legend continues his rant.
Gerard: “Stormm is forty-one. Dominator is forty. The man getting a title shot tonight is forty-eight. There needs to be change, and I, we, are the ones who are gonna force it. I will get another shot at the World championship, and there is nothing Stormm, or PCW, can do to stop me from becoming champion. Change is inevitable, Shane. Will you be on the right side of history?”
With that Gerard and Holden walk off, leaving Shane with the mic in his hand.
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, Holden Ross will be defending his Underground Title tonight in our main event, but before we get to that, we have a very special honor to present.
Ace Anderson: That's right Jerry. Now that we're in 2020, it's time to celebrate the decade that was. We've already showed you the match that was named PCW Match of the Decade, and now it's time to announce PCW Wrestler of the Decade.
Jerry Andrews: Wrestlers, staff members, and fans voted over the last few weeks and now we're ready to name a winner. Ace?
Ace Anderson: The PCW Wrestler of the Decade is... GRIMM.
Some remember the once upon a time of Mutemath’s “Reset,” or when he came into his own under the strains of “Winter Shaker” by Wovenhand. And who can forget the drones and clicks announcing his arrival all the days of “Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums.” But now…
…now…
The lights of PCW Arena 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. Given the circumstances, the crowd greets him with an overwhelming level of enthusiasm he does not often receive.
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. Even now, even with this acclaim, 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. He steps to the center of the ring and turns to face all four points of the compass.
Grimm is nothing if not prepared, and has arrived not in a suit befitting the nature of the occasion, but instead in his trusty black boots, his dark green britches, and a grey short-sleeved button-up shirt. This is a Trauma, after all, and he knows as well as anyone that to attend one of these, booked or not, is to be stepping into the line of someone’s fire at any moment. And so he looks about before producing a microphone from a pocket.
“So. The year Twenty-Twenty. The ninth anniversary of Pure Class Wrestling. And the results from the poll for Wrestler of the Decade.”
The crowd responds with a low rumbling drone of “Grimmmmmm. Grimmmmmmm.” Grimm smiles beneath his Beard (which has been immaculately groomed just for tonight’s special occasion, with, perhaps, a dollop or two of Honest Amish Beard Balm).
“I went and checked, and not counting those of us still battling it out in This. Very. Ring, there have been roughly 150 competitors who have passed through PCW’s doors over this past decade. Some fizzled out before they even got started. Some struggled at the onset and never found their footing. Others showed great promise but had to leave for reasons that were their own, while still others joined us more recently and will hopefully be spoken of at the close of the next decade in the same respectful tones as those who built our federation into what it is today. I’m not going to attempt to rattle off a list of those legends, because I would inadvertently, and inevitably, forget someone. But you saw the names on the ballot for this award. And you can go check out some of those same names in our Hall of Fame. It is an impressive list.”
He narrows those eyes. You know the ones.
“And even so, old Grimm stands here now.”
There are those in the audience who shout out some of those names from the past. Still remembered, still loved, still a part of the fabric of the federation. Grimm nods at each mention.
Ace Anderson . Non Compos Mentis . Lantlas . Heavy Metal . "The Asshole" Whitey Ford . Murdoc . Loki . Nathan Saniti . Eira . Mr. Showtime . Sadistic .
See, I told you I’d leave someone out.
“All this to say that my time here…whatever success I’ve gained here…my name having come to the forefront at the end of this voting period…none of this happened in a vacuum.”
More random shouts from the crowd, but that is neither here nor there.
“Yes, I am Grimm. The Lord of Misrule, the Hangtown Horror, the Crimson Demon, the Abomination of Desolation. But without PCW, without all those others who have come and gone, without you…”
Did…did Grimm just acknowledge the crowd?
“…I am merely Phinehas Dillinger of Hangtown. Granted, even then I would remain a folktale and a boogeyman in my own right. I would still be holding the annual Christmas Brawl with Billy, and I would still be the Keeper of the Book of the Black Hand. But never the less…I owe much to my time here.”
Grimm slowly inscribes the squared circle.
“And my time here is not over. Not by a long shot. I have no intention of fading into the woods just yet. But before I do go and let you get back to your Trauma, I will mention one name in particular. Because none of us would be here were it not for the vision and efforts of Luis Malave, may he rest in peace and rise in power. So…thank you, Luis.”
The entire arena raises a cheer that is more accurately described as a full roar. Sure, there are those Johnny-Come-Latelys that don’t know their Luis Malaves from their Skylar Marshalls, but fortunately they are few and far between.
“I consider myself fortunate. I have never been the biggest, nor the quickest. Luis, Alejandro, and all the others who have served in the front office have always allowed me to ply my trade in the manner I see fit. I have never catered to anyone or to any particular trend, and I have not gone out of my way to be the fiend everyone loves to hate.”
Grimm stops his stroll in the middle of the ring.
“But my record speaks for itself. And I look forward to adding to it.”
He slips between the ropes as “You Ain’t Coming Back” resumes, and the crowd shows their approval as Grimm makes his way up the ramp to the back. Wonder of wonders, he even gives a few high fives along the way.
Sasha Greene: The following match is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH for the PCW Underground Championship!
The crowd cheers.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada: Rick 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.
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 King: 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 jacket to Tabitha with a wink and a smile.
PCW Underground Championship Match
Last Man Standing Rules
Holden Ross (PCW Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors
Referee: Eric Russo
Jerry Andrews: The feud between these two has gotten so heated, so intense, so violent and so personal that this is the only way it could end: Last. Man. Standing.
Ace Anderson: Only one of these two men will be able to stand at the end of this match – and I feel like even the one left standing won’t be in especially good health.
Jerry Andrews: And, folks, because of what happened at Collision Course, we just received noticed that if there is a situation where neither man can get to their feet by the ten count, the match will not end. It will continue and will only end when one competitor gets to their feet.
Ace Anderson: Oh baby this is going to be great and… well, here we go!
The match starts as Rick Majors charges at Holden Ross, trying to get the early advantage. It doesn’t work as Ross responds with a big right hand, staggering Majors. He swings again, but this time Majors ducks it and returns fire. Several strong rights back Holden up, but he quickly gets back in the driver’s seat by clotheslining Majors to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is just so strong, so powerful…
Ace Anderson: I don’t think Majors stands a chance here. Holden is a beast.
Holden Ross pulls Majors to his feet. Majors swings wildly with a shot that catches Holden, but not with enough force to actually do any damage. Holden Ross now uses his size and power advantage to shove Majors backwards, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle!
Jerry Andrews: What power!
Ace Anderson: See what I mean? It’s going to be basically impossible for Majors to combat the huge size and strength of Holden Ross!
Ross charges at Majors now with a running clothesline. Rick Majors ducks out of the way and Ross hits the corner hard! As Ross turns around Majors hits him with a nice dropkick! The move staggers Ross backwards and back into the corner. Majors now leaps up with another dropkick, sending Ross over the top ropes to the outside!
Ace Anderson: To the outside!
Jerry Andrews: But the big man landed on his feet!
Majors now leaps over the top ropes with a flying cross body!
Ace Anderson: Oh my!
Jerry Andrews: Ross caught him in mid-air!
Holden now holds Majors and he slams him spine first into the ring post. Again. And again. And again!
Ace Anderson: This is vicious!
Jerry Andrews: Ross could be doing serious damage to Majors’ spine here!
Ross now drops Majors down to the floor with a thud. He demands that the referee start counting. When the count is at five, Majors is on his knees and Holden decides to continue the assault. He drives his knee into Majors’ spine, then slowly drags him up and rolls him into the ring. Ross now makes his way back into the ring. Ross now walks towards Rick Majors who is slowly getting to his feet. He sets him up and bodyslams him back down to the mat. Ross now begins to stomp away on Majors.
Ace Anderson: Ross completely in charge here!
Jerry Andrews: He’s just abusing Majors now!
Majors rolls across the ring, making his way to the corner. Ross pulls him to his feet once again. As Majors slumps in the corner Ross explodes with a knife-edge chop!
Ace Anderson: MY GOD what force!
Ross now with another chop. Majors clutches his chest in pain. Ross now pulls him out of the corner. Ross sets Majors up for a piledriver now! Majors breaks free and he lunges forward at Ross, tackling him down to the mat!
Ace Anderson: Ross is down! Wow!
Jerry Andrews: Majors just exploded here!
Majors now starts to unload on Ross with forearms as he lays on the mat! The crowd explodes as Majors gets to his feet. He runs off of the ropes and hits Ross with a running leg drop! Majors now stands up and he heads to the top ropes!
Jerry Andrews: He’s heading upstairs now! Majors looking to take a risk here!
Ace Anderson: This is a mistake! This is a mistake!
Ross slowly gets to his feet as Majors waits on the ropes. As Ross stands up Majors comes leaping off of the ropes with a flying crossbody! Holden Ross catches him in mid-air!
Jerry Andrews: Again Majors is caught!
Holden Ross adjusts Majors… World’s Strongest Slam! Ross slowly gets to his feet as the referee counts… he reaches six and Majors is on his knees. Again, Holden drives his knee into Rick’s spine. He then pulls Rick Majors up. Holden now scoops him up…
Jerry Andrews: Powerbomb! Wait… no!
Majors unloads with a series of rights and lefts as Holden Ross holds him up. After several shots to the face, Holden staggers, dropping Majors. Majors lands on his feet and he hits Ross with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head!
Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention!
Holden staggers forward. Majors grabs Ross’ neck and he hits him with a swinging neckbreaker!
Majors hits an elbow drop now. And another. Majors now heads back upstairs to the top ropes! He now leaps off of the ropes with a picture-perfect flying elbow!
Ace Anderson: NO-BODY-HOME!!!!!
Jerry Andrews: Majors hits the mat hard!
Ace Anderson: I get why Majors is trying these high-risk moves, he needs to do something big to keep Holden Ross down, but none of them are working! He crashed and burned once more!
Ross now slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Majors and delivers a swift kick to Majors’s spine. He then follows that up with another kick. And another. Majors writhes on the mat! Slowly Ross picks him up and grabs him around the throat!
Ace Anderson: This can’t be good for Majors!
Jerry Andrews: CHOOOOOOOOOOOKESLAM!!!
Ross absolutely destroys Majors with a chokeslam! Ross backs into the corner as the referee counts:
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Majors crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up, stopping the count at six.
Ace Anderson: Somehow Majors is still in this!
Ross now slowly pulls the near lifeless body of Majors towards him. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Majors manages to leap up and hit Ross with a dropkick to the chest! Ross falls down to the mat!
Ace Anderson: Where did THAT come from!?
Jerry Andrews: It took everything Majors had, but he’s not out of this match yet!
Both men are down on the mat now. The referee starts to count. Ross is the first to his feet, getting up at five.
Ace Anderson: I think that may have been all Majors had left in him!
Ross now walks towards Majors. At seven, Majors is on his knees.
Ace Anderson: Ross looks like he’s going for a powerbomb here!
Suddenly Majors grabs Ross throws him backwards, sending him crashing shoulder-first into the turnbuckles!
Jerry Andrews: Majors keeps on fighting!
Holden Ross turns around and Majors jumps up, connecting with running knee to the face, sending him back into the corner! Majors now climbs the ropes and he starts unloading on Ross’ head with punches… but Holden suddenly grabs Majors around the waist! He now falls forward, slamming Majors down to the mat!
Ace Anderson: OUCH!
Ross is up at seven. Majors slowly gets to his feet, breaking the count at eight.
Ace Anderson: Majors is barely standing here….
Jerry Andrews: STEAMROLLER!!!!
Holden Ross nearly rips Majors apart with a vicious pounce. Holden backs up now as the referee counts:
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Rick Majors is up! Holden Ross shrugs and clotheslines Majors down to the mat. He then rolls out of the ring. While Majors slowly staggers back to his feet, Holden Ross grabs a steel chair from under the ring and he slides it inside. Then then goes back for another. And another. And another.
Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure Rick Majors knows where he is, but Holden Ross is getting ready to destroy him!
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross has had enough! He’s filling the ring with chairs and he’s going to end Rick Majors right now one way or…. woah!
Suddenly Rick Majors comes flying through the air, leaping over the ropes with a suicide dive!!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!
The move connects, sending Holden down to the floor. Unfortunately for Rick Majors, he’s down as well.
Ace Anderson: Finally one of Rick Majors’ huge risks paid off… but now we’ll see if he can actually get up and capitalize!
The referee counts both men down… but Majors uses the ringside barrier to get to his feet by six. He picks up one of the steel chairs that Holden hadn’t managed to throw into the ring yet and he waits…. Ross gets up at seven… and he gets a steel chair driven into his stomach. He falls to one knee, clutching his midsection and Majors cracks the chair across his back. And again. And again. And again! Majors now throws the dented chair down on Holden Ross’ battered body. The referee starts to count, but Majors doesn’t care. He walks over and pulls up the steel steps.
Jerry Andrews: Oh no…
Holden Ross gets to his knees, and Rick Majors slams the steel steps down on top of him! Majors now staggers backwards, holding onto the ring apron to keep himself up. The referee starts to count again:
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Holden Ross is up! Rick Majors immediately attacks, kicking him in the stomach. He then sets him up…
Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT ONTO THE STEPS!!!
The referee starts counting both men down:
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Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is up!
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Ace Anderson: And Holden Ross is on his feet as well!
Majors runs at him, but he’s chopped down with a Polish Hammer!
Jerry Andrews: Henry VII!!!!
Holden Ross reaches down and picks up one of the steel chairs. Ignoring the count, he cracks it against Majors’ spine as he lays on the floor. Two more strong strikes follow before Holden backs off and the referee can count once more:
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Rick Majors is on his knees. But not for long. Another chair shot to the back sends him back down. Ross follows with three more for good measure.
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross is doing an excellent job not giving Majors a moment to recover. As soon as Rick Majors gets to his knees, Ross is on him again. He’s not waiting around for Majors to get up, he’s just unloading on him as often as he can.
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Majors uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet and stop the count. In the meantime, Holden Ross as pulled a table out from under the ring and he’s just set it up as Majors gets to his feet. Ross grabs Rick by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the table. He then sets him up…
Jerry Andrews: Pumphandle driver through the table!!!
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Jerry Andrews: RICK MAJORS IS UP! THE MATCH CONTINUES!!!
Holden Ross runs at Majors with a clothesline! Majors ducks it! He then takes Ross’ legs out with a chop block! Majors now looks under the ring himself…. and he finds a ladder! Rick Majors slides it into the ring. He then enters the ring and picks up one of the steel chairs. Holden Ross gets to his feet and Majors throws the chair at him, hitting him in the head and staggering him! Majors climbs to the top turnbuckle down and he leaps off with a flying clothesline from the top…. it connects!
Rick Majors slowly gets to his feet.
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Holden Ross is up as well. Majors kicks him in the stomach and hits a headlock driver!
Jerry Andrews: MAJOR DAMAGE!!!
Both men stay down on the floor.
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Rick Majors gets up.
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Holden Ross gets up just before nine. Majors rolls into the ring and Holden Ross follows him.
Ace Anderson: I think Rick Majors is out of ideas. He doesn’t know what else he can do! Holden Ross keeps coming!
Jerry Andrews: That’s why he’s been such a fearsome Underground King, folks. It’s not just that Holden Ross can deliver a beating, he can take one too!
Holden Ross approaches Majors. Rick throws another chair at him. This time Ross bats it aside and keeps coming. Majors throws another, but misses. Holden walks towards him and Majors goes for another spinning heel kick, but this time Ross catches him mid-kick and he slams him down to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors went for another Centre of Attention, but Ross countered it. Holden Ross is on a mission right now and he will not be stopped!
Holden Ross sets up the ladder that is inside the ring. Majors is on his knees when Ross grabs him. He Irish whips him towards the ladder, but Majors reverses it and Ross hits the steel face-first! He staggers backwards as the ladder falls and Majors kicks him in the mid-section!
Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!!
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Rick Majors uses the ropes to pull himself up.
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Holden Ross beats the count!!! Rick Majors immediately runs at him, hitting him with a clothesline that sends Ross through the ropes and to the outside. As the referee starts to count, Majors sets the ladder up once more. Holden Ross gets to his feet and Majors abandons his plans with the ladder. He leaves the ring with a steel chair in hand and cracks it against Ross’ back and he slumps across the apron. Majors now grabs him and throws him into the ringside barrier.
Jerry Andrews: What will either of these men need to do to keep the other one down!?
Majors reaches under the ring and he produces another table. He sets it up just as Holden Ross approaches him. Majors slams him face-first into the table. He then sets him up on top of the table! Majors then returns to the ring as the crowd rises to their feet.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God no!
Ace Anderson: Majors is climbing the ladder!
Rick Majors leaps off the ladder with a flying elbow! It connects and both him and Ross go crashing through the table!
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Rick Majors is on his feet!
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Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?
Ace Anderson: The referee is saying that Holden Ross beat the count!
Holden staggers and falls backwards. Majors slowly approaches him. Ross slugs him in the face. Ross then picks up a chair and drives it into Majors’ stomach. He then drops he chair and then sets Majors up…
Jerry Andrews: No! No! This could kill Rick!
Holden Ross sets Majors up for Sins of the Father onto the chair…. but Majors breaks free before Ross can hit the move! Ross turns around and he’s kicked in the stomach!
Ace Anderson: Major Impact onto the chair!!!
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Majors slowly pulls himself up
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Holden Ross is up as well!
Jerry Andrews: NOTHING IS GOING TO KEEP THIS BASTARD DOWN!!!
Majors has another chair and he drives it into Ross’ stomach. He then drops the chair….
Ace Anderson: ANOTHER Major Impact into a steel chair!!!
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Rick Majors is up and slumped on the apron.
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The bell rings! Holden Ross slowly staggers to his feet but it’s too late! The match is over!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! It’s over! He’s done it!
Majors falls to the floor. Holden is down again as well. “Wastelands” plays throughout the arena as the referee hands the Underground Title to Rick Majors as he sits on the floor, his back against the ringside barrier.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEEEEWWWWWW PCW UNDERGROUND KING: RICK MAJORS!!!”
Majors remains on the floor, perhaps injured, perhaps overcome by emotion. Medical personnel rush out to check on Holden Ross, who is up on his feet, but staggering around as if he doesn’t know where he is. EMTs go to check on Majors as well, who has barely moved since taking the title and holding it against his chest.
Jerry Andrews: For the first time in PCW history, Rick Majors is a champion! Rick Majors, not Gabriel, is the PCW Underground King!
Ace Anderson: I didn’t think ANYTHING could stop Holden Ross, and he was barely down for ten, but Rick Majors holds the Underground crown now. What a match!
Majors stays on the floor, holding the title against his face. He stays there for quite a while before using the ring barrier to pull himself up and raise the title above his head.
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