Post by PCW Staff on Feb 14, 2020 21:48:02 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 2656 - Love Hurts
Friday February 14, 2020
The scene opens with the Pure Class Arena decked out in red with hearts and flowers everywhere as "Love Hurts" by Nazareth plays. Yes, we're totally up to date on modern music here in PCW, fellow kids.
"Love hurts
Love scars
Love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh love hurts"
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews, it's Valentine's Day and, while I hope that everyone out there is with someone they love, we here at Pure Class Wrestling know that, sometimes, Love Hurts.
Ace Anderson: You're right about that, Jerry! And, tonight, if people can't keep their emotions in check, it could end up costing them $100,000!
Jerry Andrews: That's right! We know this can be a very emotional day, that's why PCW officials have declared that if anyone is unwilling to work with their partner tonight, they will be fined $100,000!
Ace Anderson: It's nice that PCW is trying to bring people together on such a romantic day.
EARLIER TODAY - "HQ" Arrival - Atlanta, GA
Jason and Destiny Willard are walking up to a building whose first-rate, immaculate features have been blurred out of relevance. The time of day is late morning.
"Babe! Look! Look! LOOK!"
He looks in the direction that she's pointing. Her excitement becomes infectious as clings to him.
"A sidewalk!" He spits out.
"Not just ANY sidewalk, but a freshly preserved one!" Destiny euphorically swings around so that she's face to face with him. "We have to, babe. We have to."
He reaches into a side pocket and pulls out a box of colored chalk. "I knew today would be a good day. Well, except for...you know, the match later. But that doesn't matter! We're going to hopscotch!"
It's at this point they join hands and start to jump up and down like a pair of kids on a sugar high. Destiny sweetly singsongs as they jaunt over. Jason uses multiple colors for the rectangles, then Destiny writes in the numbers.
"Damn it, Janet. I have to go back to the car and get the boombox."
"And Phoebe. I think she should see how the game is played. That way when she gets older, she'll be an expert!"
"Oh, and the gift we bought for..." Jason dubiously looks around, then settles on a leaned whisper and air quotes. "The Big Man Upstairs."
Destiny's eyes widen. She slips a hand over her mouth and crouches down with him. "Shh. Babe. Not even a whisper is secretive enough."
He lowers his head. "I'm sorry. I got caught in the moment."
"Ha! Ha! Only teasing! Only teasing!"
That comes with a side of gentle finger pokes after they stand back up. Jason responds in kind by going for her ticklish spots, which causes her to squeal. He then goes towards their car. She gives chase at first, but gives up after remembering someone should keep an eye on the playground game.
If only they had thought about asking Gerard for some velvet rope, the problem would've been solved. But that's life. Jason returns with items in hand. Phoebe the baby doll gets sat in her stroller. The boombox WITH cassette tape inside sits next to her and the gift is on a need to know basis.
PLAY
They wait for the hit 1985 dance-pop song to really take off with its synth riffs before starting the game. The marker is retrieved both individually and then together with Destiny riding piggyback.
In a West end town a dead end world
The East end boys and West end girls
In a West end town in a dead end world
The East end boys and West end girls
West end girls
Building security has allowed things to go far enough. They confront the two out of suspicion, seconds after the chorus finishes. Both are of bouncer size, nicely filling out their jet black uniforms and giving them an imposing look of being all business.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. You're creating a disturbance. There are appropriate places for your game to be played."
The Willards pause for a moment, aghast by the accusation. No response is provided, but the music is turned off. It's only then does Jason decide to formally respond.
"My mommy is going to be very upset with you when I call her, you---"
Destiny is quickly in his ear with her hands covering things. Jason looks at her and then nods. "You're right."
She now addresses the officer. "Please make sure that" she air quotes, or bunny-ears as she calls it. "The Big Man Upstairs gets our gift. There are more important things we have to do instead of being harassed for having fun. Toodaloo!"
Security remains stoic. The gift is wrapped in a hodgepodge collection of leftover holiday paper. All of them. Also, there may (or may not be) some Happy Birthday and Graduation patterns. The Willards leave the vicinity and the box gets checked for content.
A Mickey ears hat sits inside.
Back at ringside, Sasha Greene is ready to go.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
The arena bathes in flashing cotton candy pink and blue lights as the moody 80's noir sound of "Lost Boys and Girls Club" by The Dum Dum Girls takes over the sound system with its deep drum beats and guitar melody. Dee Dee's vocals introduces falling balloons and an eccentric duo to the stage.
Sasha Greene: Being led to the ring by Destiny Willard, from Anaheim, California, weighing 250 lbs, JASON WILLARD!!
They offer exaggerated reactions to the enormously loud boos while popping some of the balloons in the faces of the faithful. Once they reach the ring, he holds the ropes open for her and then follows. She cheerfully skips around before they kiss in the middle of the ring, simultaneously giving a curtsy and bow while they do. They engage in some childlike antics at ringside while waiting for the match to begin.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 221 lbs, he is the PCW Underground Champion, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
Jerry Andrews: I can't imagine any scenario where these two can coexist.
Ace Anderson: They have one hundred thousand reasons to try.
Willard has taken the furthest distance he can from Majors. With his back turned and arms crossed, he refuses to acknowledge him even being around. Destiny offers words of encouragement. Rick doesn't pay any mind to the antic. The feelings of hatred are evident on his face. He puts his attention elsewhere.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents!
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 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.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner. From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217 lbs, GRIMM!
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Jerry Andrews: Holden may be the wild card in all of this. His friend and former mentor is on the other side. He has bad blood with Rick Majors and it's no secret how Pandaemonium view Grimm.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Jerry Andrews: Our own living boogeyman has arrived to scare everyone to death for another show.
Ace Anderson: Not Holden. If Grimm wants to be around for another decade, he may want to play nice. Do you think he even keeps the money he makes?
Jerry Andrews: I don't know. Why don't you go ask if Hangtown has a bank?
Tag Team Match
Jason Willard & Rick Majors vs Holden Ross & Grimm
Referee: Joseph Buckland
DING!
DING!
DING!
Willard reluctantly shuffles towards his side of the ring. He still won't acknowledge Rick's existence. "I don't want him around, mommy" he tells himself while fiddling with Lucy's purple cardigan that he has tied around his waist. Action transpires inside of the ring with Rick and Holden picking up where they left off.
The violent power of Holden is countered by the precise striking ability of Majors. The massive arms of The Human Wrecking Ball are particularly targeted for breakdowns. But Holden absorbs the shots like a tank before giving Majors an overhead throw. The impact knocks the wind out of his system. Holden charges Majors with a shoulder tackle, but finds himself getting whipped into a corner, and then his jaw getting jacked with a running knee.
Holden shoves Rick halfway across the ring. Majors barrels himself into a running clothesline and a follow-up bulldog. Majors mounts. His unloads combination shots to the head. A two handed choke stops everything. Holden shows speed of his own by getting to his feet with Majors held in the air. He drops the Underground champ with a chokeslam and then glares at Phinehas Grimm.
Jerry Andrews: Dissension already? They may not be rivals, but something feels like it's simmering.
Holden tags Grimm into the match, doing so with a MASSIVE slap to the chest. Grimm slowly looks to where a red print likely is forming and then casts his grim(m) reaper stare towards Holden. The Bastard arrogantly tells him to get inside and take care of business. Grimm, per usual, doesn't show any emotion. He enters and gets blindsided by Willard, who has taken it upon himself to exercise the five second window.
Willard cartwheels over to his side of the ring. He can't contain himself from going full Tigger by bouncing on the bottom rope. His hand is extended, but Rick decides to throw some shots at Grimm instead. The Hangtown Horror covers up until an opening presents itself for him to take over. Rick is caught with a chop to the throat, causing him to turn away. Grimm drives the point of his forearm to the kidneys and then a headbutt to the spine.
Rick blasts Grimm with a stinging chop, but falls to a knee right after. Grimm aggressively pulls Rick to his feet for an Irish whip. Willard blind tags himself and actually halts Majors from going any further. Grimm is hit with Star Light, Star Bright! Now Willard pushes Rick out of the ring before running over to make a pin.
1!
Grimm kicks out. Willard fires off a pair of forearms. "Mommy doesn't like you!" Then a couple more. A fifth gets partially blocked. Grimm responds with the HANGTOWN DEATH GRIP! Willard struggles with the sudden finisher, reaching out to where Rick should be. Grimm pulls him out to the center after a rope break and then unloads with a flurry of offense. After a well placed stomp to the guts, Holden is tagged in. Willard is finally able to get Majors in. After this, he rolls out and is quickly comforted by Destiny. They are seen whispering in each other's ears before she disappears to the back.
Ace Anderson: I guess Rick came to his senses and decided he didn't want that fine after all.
Jerry Andrews: Where is she going??
Rick dropkicks Holden's legs out from under him. When Holden sits up, Rick DDT's him on the crown of his head. Holden is taken to his feet and ran into one of the turnbuckles. Holden gets sent to the far side and is cut through with a running chop. The kind that he'll be feeling the rest of the year. Holden wildly swings for a clothesline, but Rick traps the limb and takes him over with a fujiwara armbar.
Grimm takes it upon himself to break it up. It isn't enough for Holden to take control, but nobody can say that Grimm didn't help out. Holden prevents his arm from being rammed in the corner. Majors ducks a clothesline and gets behind Holden. The brute of Pandaemonium drops and it promptly sends Majors crashing into the hard head of Grimm.
Holden makes a traditional tag this time, but it comes with a loud, heavy slap. Grimm enters into the match and scores a running knee. Willard is crouched on the apron, watching between the ropes as he starts to feel around his face. Rick finds himself falling into the ropes with a drop toe hold. Holden leg drops him from there. Majors is pulled inside for a back suplex. Then a pin.
1.
2.
Willard catches Grimm's attention by partially entering the ring. Those pale blues freeze him in place. Willard innocently waves and steps right back out, muttering something to himself in the process.
Jerry Andrews: Why didn't he keep coming inside? It's not like Grimm was going to split his face again.
Ace Anderson: Willard didn't need to. He got Grimm to break the count.
Jerry Andrews: Majors kicked out. He didn't need help.
Grimm pulls Majors to his feet. Rick hits an inverted atomic drop. Willard is all too happy to jump into the ring. Majors hoists Grimm up as Willard runs the ropes. He returns with a clothesline! Willard is proud of himself as he goes back out. Rick looks to his nemesis. He doesn't want to, but he goes for the tag. Insults are exchanged before Willard accepts the tag
Then it becomes passing threats. Willard jumps up and down on Grimm like he were on a trampoline. He pulls Grimm by his beard, cranking his head back as far as he can with his neck bent over a knee. Willard drives his elbow with aggression between the eyes and nearly gets himself disqualified before snapping back into reality.
Grimm rakes the eyes of Willard during the pause and this allows him hit Foddershock! Grimm strangles Willard while he's down, but Holden THROWS him off! Grimm resists any urge for retaliation, but his eyes start to darken. The second Holden steps onto the apron, Grimm tags him into the match, eliciting quite an amount of cheers as friends are forced to square off. Willard has enough time to recover and immediately looks to tag in Rick Majors. It's not going to happen. But a tantrum does. Willard faces Holden with mass conflict.
Jerry Andrews: This is going to be good.
Ace Anderson: Take the fines, guys!
Holden extends his hand. Willard looks and smiles widely. He shakes his hand while offering some words of encouragement. Once finished, the two trade fists. Holden holds the power advantage, but Willard has far more experience. After being rocked by a shot to the head, Willard shakes the cobwebs and scores a spinning roundhouse kick that partially turns Holden.
Holden balks on a whip, but gets one of his own. Willard finds himself being military pressed in the air before taking a HUGE powerslam. Holden tosses Willard across the ring like a small child, then he corner avalanches his mentor. Willard fights off The World's Strongest Slam as he slips behind Holden to hit a lungblower. Willard Superman's his way to tag Rick in, at which point the two work a wishbone. Rick pulls Holden into a brainbuster and then a floatover pin.
1.
2.
Barely a 2 as Holden presses Majors off of him. Rick stays on the tree trunks of Holden by hitting repeated elbow drops on the joints. Willard is tagged in. He aggressively stretches the right leg in a half crab, but smartly turns things into an STF. Holden has little trouble reaching for the rope to break the submission. Willard tugs at his hair while profusely apologizing to Holden.
Jerry Andrews: Is he hearing his mommy again?
Ace Anderson: You don't have any friends, Jerry, so I don't expect you to understand his torment.
Majors takes the tag and then Willard joins in on chop blocking Ross down to size. Rick hits the back of the left knee. Willard gets the front of the right. He rolls out of the ring and is heard still apologizing in a childlike voice. Majors attempts a figure four. Holden just about has it blocked, but is unable to stop it. Holden does pull Majors into a sit up by throttling his neck, but the submission is still locked.
Rick begins to fade which in turns loosens the submission. Majors revives with just enough time to give Holden an elbow smash. Rick turns over to make a tag to Willard, but he's on a Fisher-Price Chatter phone, so he's not there for it. Holden, however, has no such problems. Grimm steps in and pounces on the distracted Rick Majors with a reverse DDT. Grimm hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Majors kicks out. Grimm runs him into a corner to further jar the spine. Grimm short-arms him into a spinebuster. Willard makes a special guest appearance and is promptly cut down by Holden hitting the Steamroller! They wind up exiting to the floor, leaving Grimm and Majors inside. Grimm assists Rick to his feet. Majors spins out and stuns Grimm with Believe in This! Or not! Grimm holds Rick up in a full nelson. Holden hits Henry VII. Grimm hits a Dragon Suplex and holds it for a pin.
1!
2!
Rick kicks out! Grimm leads Majors to his feet. He starts to move towards a corner, but Majors halts with a Northern Lights suplex.
1!
2!
Grimm kicks out. Rick starts to feed off the energy of the crowd as his second wind kicks in. He and Grimm engage in a bit of a slugfest. Grimm's Dead Reckoning is too much for Majors, but before going down he stuns with The Centre of Attention! They wind up pinning the other.
1!
2!
They kick out! Since he's closer to his side, Grimm is able to tag Holden. Willard is on his side and is willing to tag in if the time comes. Holden muscles Rick in the air. There's a charge. Buckle bomb! Rick springs out with a running clothesline. Majors starts to inch his way towards Willard. There's no wait. Willard just tags himself in. Holden is pulled into a fireman's carry. Willard hits The Happiest Place On Earth and then blasts Grimm with Little Boy Blue!
Jerry Andrews: This is chaos!
Ace Anderson: Uh, he may want to turn around.
Holden cuts Willard down off multiple clotheslines. This gets followed with an Oklahoma Slam and Froggy Elbow! Holden hooks both legs...
1!
2!
Majors saves the day! He pulls Willard to their corner and tags in. Believe In This! He transitions into Major Pain! Holden refuses to allow his arms to be completely trapped. Majors throws elbows over and over until the reset button is hit, allowing the submission to be fully cinched! Willard pulls on Rick's legs!
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing?!
Ace Anderson: Saving his friend, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: Or is he helping Rick with added pressure on the limbs??
Cameras catch Destiny returning with a skip in her step. She engages her husband by whispering something to him. Only then does he let go. It doesn't matter, because Grimm in in the ring to break up the hold. He pulls Majors up, but Majors breaks free, hitting Grimm with an uppercut. Grimm goes after him, but the referee forces him out of the ring as he's the illegal man. This gives Majors the chance to tag Willard back in. Holden Ross swings at him, but Willard ducks and very quickly hits Little Boy Blue! He goes for the cover! Majors rushes across the ring to stop Grimm:
1....
2....
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: RICK MAJORS AND JASON WILLARD WIN!?
Ace Anderson: I mean... they were very close for years so... I guess it makes sense that they know how to work well together, but.... oh... never mind. They're mad at each other again.
As soon as the bell rings, Willard is up on his feet celebrating when Rick Majors gets right in his face. Grimm walks off, seemingly content to let the two rivals go at it. He walks right into Holden Ross however, who was about to jump in and strike Majors from behind. Neither man is too happy about being interrupted and, after a moment, Grimm and Holden Ross and throwing right hands at one another!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Holden Ross are just UNLOADING on one another!
Ace Anderson: Hey, the match is over, they can do whatever they want now!
Officials try to jump in, and that gives Willard and Majors the freedom to go at it, but suddenly Majors is attacked from behind!
Jerry Andrews: High Tide!? High Tide is here!
Ace Anderson: I think he still has a little unfinished business with Rick Majors.
Jason Willard smiles and walks away, happy that someone is beating up on Rick Majors even if it's not him. Meanwhile, Tide hits Off the Plank!, leaving Majors laid out as Trauma heads to a commercial.
Sasha Greene: The following is a St. Valentine's Day Massacre Match, where the only way to win is by making your opponent bleed!
The never satisfied with Underground violence PCW faithful erupt after the announcement. Weapons are scattered around for leisurely use and have been dressed up to coincide with the holiday.
Ace Anderson: The North Side Gang in Chicago lost seven strong on this day.
Jerry Andrews: It was five. The other two were associates. But that isn't what the holiday is about.
Ace Andrews: You have to make your opponent bleed to win, Jerry. Think about that for a second.
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. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 195 lbs, HIGH TIDE!
"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm hits. 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.
St. Valentine's Day Massacre Match
High Tide vs Razor Blade
Referee: Ed Lane
Ed "Cookie" Lane calls for the bell, but all he gets is informed that it's unable to be rung. WASP is shown in possession of it!
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing here??
Razor's attention gravitating over has given High Tide the chance for a sneak attack. The wascally pirate is promptly hit with an uppercut and sent clear over the top rope with a momentous hiptoss through a table that looks as if it were decorated for a dance.
THE BIG DOG is all kinds of fired up as the typically neutral reactions he gets are full of positive energy. Razor stands his ground, welcoming Wasp to get inside of the ring to do something. With Plan A failing, he decides to return the item and take the high road through the crowd. But not before giving the former Underground champion his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression.
Jerry Andrews: It didn't work last show for High Tide either.
Ace Anderson: There's twenty-five other letters left of plans.
Razor Blade steps out to the floor. High Tide has begun to remove himself from the splinters of the table, but trips over the tablecloth. Razor promptly swings him under the bottom rope with his head sticking out, clears the area and then gives him a running front dropkick! High Tide rolls himself inside of the ring following it. Speaking of ring...
DING!
DING!
DING!
Razor carries a pink and red striped kendo stick back into the ring with him. High Tide manages to duck the first swing, but has Yo Ho Blow stopped by a pair of knees. Razor twists his limbs and comes down across the forearm. High Tide quickly favors the arm and leaves himself open for a kendo stick shot to the head.
He manages to get back out of the ring, but not without taking some whacks to the shoulders and back. Razor snaps the object in half, then uses it for projectiles. Tide braces against the guardrail and appears to be trying to leave, but gets pulled away. High Tide collides off the ribbon wrapped ring post, but wisely put his hands in front so his head wouldn't fully hit.
Razor isn't about to let him off that easy. Tide is leaned against the post and crushed with repeated clotheslines. Razor retrieves a dish full of candy hearts, some of which may have specialized messages from David Hunter. He pops a few in, scatters the rest to the crowd and throws the glass dish at Tide's head. It misses.
Ace Anderson: What a waste of perfectly good candy. I would have taken them. Razor is lucky I'm retired!
What doesn't miss is the waffling of chair to skull. Razor Blade is knocked senseless by the shot, but he isn't bleeding from it. The chair, by the way, is pink. High Tide takes a few moments to gather his wits before he lowers the boom to Razor's back with an equally loud crack of the chair. Tide slides it inside of the ring and then forces Razor in after.
The pirate collects a heart shaped box of chocolates before he steps inside. Razor is stood up and has the lid smashed over his face like a scene out of Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown. The chocolates are dumped out and the remainder of the box is driven into the midsection of Razor. High Tide bounces off the ropes and returns to bulldog Razor onto the chocolates!
Jerry Andrews: Do you have anything to say about those?
Ace Anderson: Yeah, Razor Blade is wasteful. I don't like chocolates, Jerry. Is that what you want to hear?
Fortunately for him, his head bypasses the candy. Inside were thumb tacks, as seen by the fact they are stuck to Razor's body. High Tide hit a chair assisted moonsault. That same weapon gets wedged in the corner. This time he's going to try a battering ram. It connects! But there's no blood coming from Razor's head.
A headbutt and jumping heel kick score points on offense, but nothing doing on clutching victory. The chair is of no further use to High Tide, but a bottle of rum is! He stops what he's doing in order to take a few drinks. Somewhere in the world, Whitey Ford approves. Maybe. Tide has his attempt to use the bottle blocked. Razor Blade uses his power advantage to muscle it out of Tide's possession.
Yo Ho Blow isn't blocked this time. Razor is seated against the ropes as his balance starts to fail. High Tide pushes him out of the ring and then takes flight with a running dive that sends them through the large paper heart decoration that hadn't been there earlier. Sitting behind the paper was a brick wall of loose construction. Needless to say the idea was a total waste.
Jerry Andrews: Did anyone see who moved that there?
Ace Anderson: Sorry, I was counting valentines.
Jerry Andrews: How many times did you count to zero, Ace?
High Tide swings Razor against the edge of the ring, but has it reversed! Leaping clothesline jawbreaker drops High Tide. Razor isn't able to rally anything further, but he is being supported by the faithful. The man who wants to challenge for the World title finds himself in the driver's seat as High Tide is driven onto the bricks with a Samoan drop.
Leaving Tide to writhe, Razor turns his attention to what lies underneath the ring. He pulls out a festive ladder to much fanfare. He doesn't stop there. A second table is hauled over towards it. High Tide is collected in a fireman's carry. Razor starts to ascend rung by rung until he sits at the top. Fans are on their feet. Cameras are ready to flash. Razor indicates the end is near.
High Tide starts to fight off any attempt to position him for Dulled Blade. The ladder rocks, but neither man takes a fall. Tide carefully adjusts and goes for a hurricanrana! Razor Blade bulks at the idea and may actually be laughing about it. Tide holds on to a rung for dear life to prevent Razor from powerbombing him through the table.
Jerry Andrews: Wasp is back!
Ace Anderson: And he has the ring bell again!
Wasp makes his way up the ladder from the other side to crack the back of Razor's head with the weapon. Razor flips onto the table. High Tide readjusts for a moonsault from the center that breaks it! Wasp aids his friend by slipping the pink brass knuckles from the last show onto his hand. He then goes to put the bell back where it belongs.
High Tide is doubled over while waiting on Razor to get to his feet. Once the moment arrives, he throws a loaded punch. Razor BLOCKS. High Tide is forced to release the knuckles. But Razor is felled by his namesake across the forehead from the other hand. The blood is seen after he's turned over following Off The Plank! Ed Lane calls for the bell to plenty of jeers.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, High Tide!
Claiming victory isn't enough. High Tide and Wasp start a double team once they have Razor back inside the ring. Rick Majors comes to get some revenge! Down goes Wasp! Down goes High Tide. Majors works Tide over with carried over fury not only from their previous encounter, but also earlier in the night.
Just when it looks as if Majors is going to put an exclamation point on Tide, Jason Willard arrives to change plans from out of nowhere with Little Boy Blue! He frantically crawls over to Majors, childishly laughing at what he's just done. "I got him, Mommy! I got him, I got him, I got him!" Willard sits on his knees, then claps to himself.
That's when the lights go off.
Jerry Andrews: What's next?!
When they come on...
Ace Anderson: Well look who decided to come back!
CRAZY BOY is in the ring. Willard goes down first. Then High Tide. Even Wasp feels the sting of Tyrone Smith. The heels are sent into retreat on different sides of the ring as The Crazy One checks on Majors.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
Familiar bells ring throughout the Pure Class arena, the crowd claps along. "Heaven Knows" begins to play but a motorcycle doesn't emerge from the back instead Cory Steel comes walking out alone, a shower of sparks rain down on him. He is unphased and focused even when a masked short but muscular young man joins him at the top of the ramp. Cory pats him on the shoulder whispering something into his ear and the masked man nods a little to vigorously, his movements down the ramp were jerky and a bit sloppy. Cory grabs a chair sitting it outside the ring in his teams corner pointing at it telling the masked man to sit, which he does but remained stiff, Cory is yelling at him to calm down, he points two fingers at his eye, and then flips to the ring doing this several times talking quickly to him.
Sasha Greene: ... from New York, New York: CORY STEEL!
Cory then goes to jog up the Steel stairs where once in the ring he begins to stretch, adjusting the knee braces he wore outside his jeans.
Sasha Greene: And, his tag team partner...
The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.
Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…
DOMINATOR
The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.
The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides. Horacio follows his client at his own pace. Dominator makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arm in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting it with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.
Sasha Greene: ... accompanied to the ring by Horacio Mortimer, he is the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion: DOMINATOR!
He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents, introducing first...
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo down on one knee with his back to the crowd, hood pulled low over his face. He bursts suddenly to his feet, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if relishing in the jeers from the crowd.
Sasha Greene: ... from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!
Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing, telling them where they can shove it. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He runs to the opposite ring post and leaps onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner...
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: ... making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Sasha Greene: ... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the World title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Tag Team Match
Stomm (PCW World ©) & Gerard Angelo vs Dominator (PCW North American ©) & Cory Steel
Referee: Nigel Gale
All four competitors are in the ring when suddenly Dominator attacks Stormm, pulling him from the turnbuckle! The PCW World Champion is staggered, but suddenly Cory Steel clotheslines him down to the mat and starts to stomp away on him.
Jerry Andrews: This is a two-on-one on Stormm! I’m surprised Steel and Dominator would do this!
Ace Anderson: This is the PCW World Champion they have down on the mat! You don’t pass up an opportunity to prove yourself against the champ, no matter who you are!
Stormm is down, hurt on the mat. Steel pulls him to his feet and hits him with a DDT. Dominator is removed from the ring by the referee and the match is officially under way.
Jerry Andrews: Notice Gerard Angelo didn’t do a thing there to help Stormm!
Ace Anderson: Hey, the rules say you have to team up and make the team work, not that you have to risk your own safety by getting in the way of Dominator or Cory Steel!
Cory Steel pulls Stormm up only to send him back down to the mat with a belly-to-back powerslam. He then whips him hard into the corner. When Stormm walks out, Steel clotheslines him down to the mat. Cory Steel then walks over to Dominator. He has an uneasy look on his face as he reaches out and tags in his partner. Dominator accepts the tag and enters the ring.
Jerry Andrews: So far these two guys are getting along.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but you can feel the tension between them.
Dominator pulls Stormm up and drives him down to the mat with a full nelson bomb. Dominator goes for a cover, but Stormm kicks out at two. Dominator pulls him up and again and Irish whips him into the ropes. Stormm bounces back and Dominator attempts a clothesline. Stormm ducks it and comes off the opposite ropes with a flying crossbody! Dominator catches him and slams him down into the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is hurt here.
Ace Anderson: … that’s a shame. A real, real shame. Oh well….
Dominator pulls Stormm up, but Stormm hits him with a chinbreaker. He then slowly gets to his feet and starts to make his way to his corner, but Dominator grabs his leg. Stormm kicks free and lunges at the corner… but Angelo drops down to the floor!
Jerry Andrews: Hey! Come on!
Gerard Angelo puts his hands up to his face, seemingly trying to clear something out of his eye.
Ace Anderson: I think… I think, yes… he’s got something in his eye. He can’t see! He needs help! Referee! Help him!
Jerry Andrews: Oh get real…
The referee admonishes Angelo and reminds him of the rules of the match, and the stiff penalty for breaking those rules, but Angelo points to his eye and yells that he needs help. The official finally relents and leaves the ring, checking on Gerard Angelo’s eye. Stormm is in the ring disgusted by his partner’s actions, but he’s suddenly attacked from behind by Dominator who hits him with a double axehandle to the back!
Jerry Andrews: This isn’t fair! Stormm has been double teamed this entire match!
Ace Anderson: I know! It’s too bad Angelo has that serious eye injury that’s preventing him from…
Jerry Andrews: Come on! How did he injure his eye just standing there?
Ace Anderson: Umm…. dust? Yeah, dust. It’s a real problem, Jerry. Dust can be very painful when it gets in your eye and….
The referee returns to the ring just as Dominator covers Stormm:
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Kickout!
Dominator throws Stormm into the corner and then tags in Cory Steel. Cory looks at him for a long time, getting into the ring very cautiously. On the outside, the Masked Wrestler who accompanied Cory to the ring looks ready to jump in if anything goes wrong with Dominator. It doesn’t.
Steel grabs Stormm and throws him into the corner once more. He then starts to work him over with a series of strikes and stomps. Meanwhile, Gerard Angelo is back on the apron, but he seems to be focused on the jeers coming from the crowd instead of the combat inside the ring.
Ace Anderson: Oh thank goodness Gerard Angelo was able to get back on the apron. Maybe he’ll be okay after all.
Jerry Andrews: This is ridiculous! He’s not even paying attention to the match! He’s looking out at the crowd and arguing with fans!
Ace Anderson: His eye must still be injured! It’s obvious he can’t see what he’s looking at. I bet he thinks he’s yelling at Cory Steel right now. Poor guy.
Steel pulls Stormm up and hits him with a right hand. Stormm fires back. He hits another and another before clotheslining Steel to the mat! He then makes it to his corner and slugs Angelo in the back! The referee signals that a tag has been made!
Ace Anderson: Stormm just attacked his partner! Fine him! FINE HIM!
Jerry Andrews: He was tagging him into the match!
Ace Anderson: This is so unfair. Stormm is once again being given preferential treatment!
Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Angelo is LUCKY Stormm can’t hurt him here! He deserves it!
Ace Anderson: He’s already hurt! Didn’t you see the eye injury!?
Stormm and Angelo trade insults for a moment, then Stormm leaves the ring, making Angelo the legal man. Cory Steel has taken advantage of their argument and he tags Dominator back in.
Dominator returns to the ring, facing off against Gerard. The two men lock up. Dominator now with a knee to Angelo's chest. He now hits him with a swift right haymaker to the side of the head. Angelo stumbles backwards. Dominator charges at him, clotheslining him down to the mat! Dominator now pulls Angelo up, and he hits him with a full nelson slam! From there Dominator stomps away on Angelo.
Jerry Andrews: Dominator just going wild on Gerard Angelo here!
Ace Anderson: What a gutsy performance by Gerard. The fact that he’s even competing despite the serious eye injury is so brave, so inspiring…
Dominator now walks over to his corner and he tags in Steel. Steel enters the ring and he hits Angelo with a spear! Steel now goes for the cover:
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Kickout by Angelo. Steel now pulls Angelo to his feet. He whips him across the ring. Angelo hits the corner hard. Steel charges. Angelo gets both feet up and he kicks Steel in the face! Angelo now grabs Steel and he hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Angelo now pulls Steel to his feet. He drags him over to his corner. Angelo throws Steel into the corner and he tags in Stormm. Stormm enters the ring now and, hurling only a few insults at Angelo, and starts to unload on Steel with a series of punches in the corner.
Jerry Andrews: See? Stormm just took the tag and entered the match LIKE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO!
Ace Anderson: Sure, it must be really easy when both of your eyes are functioning properly!
Jerry Andrews: Would you be serious?
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo could be blinded for life. I’m being VERY serious.
Jerry Andrews: Blinded for life!? How!? The dust? The dust did it?
Ace Anderson: You’re so disrespectful.
Stormm now pulls Steel out of the corner. He now sets Steel up and delivers a piledriver! Stormm now pulls Steel into the center of the ring and he goes for a cover:
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Kickout by Steel! Stormm now stands up. He sets up Steel for a powerbomb! Steel starts unloading on Stormm with punches on the way up! Stormm falls to the mat! Steel continues to explode with punches until the referee breaks it up! Steel now pulls Stormm to his feet and he hits him with a inverted snap suplex! Steel now drops an elbow and he tags in Dominator. Dominator enters the ring. As Stormm gets to his feet, Dominator hits him with an DDT! Dominator goes for the cover now:
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Jerry Andrews: NO! I thought that was over!
Ace Anderson: It was pretty damn close! In fact, I think it was three! The official is giving Stormm an unfair advantage again!
Jerry Andrews: Anyway, I have to admit, I’m surprised that Cory Steel and Dominator seem to be working together here tonight.
Ace Anderson: Maybe neither of them have $100,000.
Dominator now pulls Stormm to his feet. He Irish whips him across the ring. Stormm ducks a clothesline and rebounds off of the ropes with a beautiful dropkick!
Stormm goes for the pin:
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Kickout!
Stormm takes a few steps back, measuring his opponent as he waits for him to get to his feet. Dominator rises and he charges at Stormm. Stormm ducks a clothesline, sets him up, and….
Jerry Andrews: FORCE OF NATURE!
But the referee doesn’t count!
Jerry Andrews: Why isn’t the official counting!?
Gerard Angelo steps into the ring and the referee signals that he’s the legal man! Replays show that, as Stormm was delivering the Force of Nature, Angelo tagged him on the back!
Stormm is disgusted as Angelo enters the ring, pulls the groggy Dominator to his feet, and hits the Hollywood Ending!
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3!!!
Ace Anderson: GERARD ANGELO DID IT! WITH ONE EYE AND A PARTNER WHO TRIED TO ASSAULT HIM, GERARD ANGELO STILL COMES THROUGH AND WINS THE MATCH!
Jerry Andrews: You’re too much!
Ace Anderson: THAT WASONE OF THE MOST INSPIRING PERFORMANCES I HAVE EVER SEEN!
Now that the match is officially over, Stormm attacks Angelo as soon as he gets to his feet! The two men start brawling as the official tries to break them up.
Ace Anderson: Stormm is disgusting. His partner carried him to a victory here tonight and look how he responds!
Jerry Andrews: You must have watched a different match than I did!
Dominator slowly gets to his feet and he turns to leave the ring, but Cory Steel is on the outside as he does. Dominator angrily swings at him, missing, but suddenly the Masked Wrestler attacks Dominator from behind as Cory Steel gets the hell out of there! The damage having been done, the Masked Wrestler joins him and the two make their way up the ramp. Dominator is down, Stormm and Angelo are brutalizing one another, and the show comes to a close.
Jerry Andrews: Can you feel the love in the air tonight, folks? Happy Valentine’s Day. We’ll see you at Mass Destruction!
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