Post by PCW Staff on May 10, 2020 23:08:45 GMT -5
Earlier tonight, cameras caught up with Holden Ross as he arrived at the arena. He is in a baggy pair of Rock Revival jeans, a grey wife-beater, a scuffed pair of Doc Martin boots, red tinted aviators, and his trusty red leather jacket. He. Barely acknowledges the camera but stops in his tracks at the sight of Kassandra Black, who looks like a million bucks in heels. She rolls her eyes as Holden devours her with his.
Kassandra Black: “As if! I’m just out her to ask you about your match tonight with Gerard and potentially against either Kyle Shane or Grimm. But if you are going to stand there, looking at me like a wolf looking at a pork chop, I’m getting the Hell out of here…”
He removes his glasses, folds the arms, and tucks them into an inside pocket of his jacket.
Holden Ross: “Kass, can I call you Kass?”
She doesn’t miss a beat.
Kassandra Black: “No..”
Holden continues on, undaunted.
Holden Ross: “Kass, tonight I'm…”
Kassandra scoffs in disgust and leaves, leaving Holden standing alone outside the arena.
Holden Ross: “Whats her problem?”
"If evil lays its hands on me
Shine a little light on my soul
I'm waiting, praying, patiently
Shine a little light on my soul"
The PCW Arena is ON FIRE (not really - the crowd is just very excited) as Living a Legacy hits the air!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, Happy Mother's Day and welcome to Living a Legacy! I'm Jerry Andrews and what a show we have for you tonight, right Ace?
Ace Anderson: The Icemann Invitational Tournament comes to a close tonight! One of four men - Kyle Shane, Grimm, Gerard Angelo, or Holden Ross - will become the 2020 winner and win $100,000 as well as a guaranteed title opportunity to compete for any championship in Pure Class Wrestling at any time for up to one year!
Jerry Andrews: It's an opportunity that could change your life and one that you certainly want to take advantage of!
Ace Anderson: And now, down to the ring for our first match!
The bloodthirsty savages called "The Faithful" are on their feet following the announcement.
Jerry Andrews: This has all the combustible elements of being downright ugly.
Ace Anderson: That's not a nice thing to say about Rick Majors face.
Jerry Andrews: How did Willard's look again after Grimm took a shovel to it?
Ace Anderson: Yeesh. Don't remind me.
Jerry Andrews: For the third year in a row, it's Majors and Willard waging war!
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...AND GETTING ATTACKED!
Jerry Andrews: What is she doing here??
Rick Majors finds himself under duress against the ring ropes after Kristen Willard introduced a steel chair to his ribs. Majors catches a quick glimpse of his assailant just as she delivers another strike, this time landing it on his spine. Kristen stands over Majors and almost looks remorseful. That's until she puts one more dent in the weapon, this one courtesy of his head. The sound of the impact is quite violent.
Ace Anderson: A chip off the old block, wouldn't you say?
Jerry Andrews: We need to get some help for Rick before she can do any further damage.
Kristen backs away from her handiwork as officials race to check on Majors. The situation goes from bad to worse as "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains rocks the arena. Jason comes walking out in street clothes with the Underground title fastened around his waist. He enters the ring applauding his daughter, playfully quizzing her about which part of Rick's anatomy made what dent.
She answers and offers to show him how she did it, but he waves her off. Willard drags Majors out to the middle of the ring, takes possession of the chair, and then beats the bejesus out of him with it. Jason hands her the chair back and quickly ascends the buckles. He instructs Kristen to flip Majors over so that he's face down. After she does, he delivers a HIGH elevation frog splash!
Jerry Andrews: What a despicable human being! His actions alone are bad enough, but now he's passing his brand of anarchy down to his daughter??
Ace Anderson: Willard had a plan in mind for tonight and it looks like this match won't be happening after all.
While Majors writhes in pain, Willard gets up in his face with some unsavory language sprinkled into his taunts. There's laughter as he stands back up. Officials are finally allowed to do their job, but Willard is showered with chants of "ASSHOLE" from an enraged crowd. Jason kisses Kristen on the head as they share a side hug. The pair leave the ringside area just as a stretcher passes them by.
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, it looks like that match will not be happening and we have the unfortunate job to tell you that our other championship match scheduled tonight will not be happening either.
Ace Anderson: That's right. We hoped to see Cory Steel defend the PCW North American Championship against Alexa Black tonight, but he has not been cleared to compete. Due to an injury, Cory Steel has been pulled from the PCW active roster for the time being and the North American Title has been declared vacant.
Jerry Andrews: Cory had hoped that he would be cleared this evening, which is why this match was scheduled, but he could not pass the medical tests and thus is unable to compete tonight. We're just getting this information right now, but we'll have more news as soon as possible and I'm hearing rumors that there may be a plan to crown a new North American champion on he next episode of Trauma.
Ace Anderson: Moving on to more positive news, it's time for the semifinals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament!
But, before that happens, we head backstage where Shane Dodge is standing outside a locker room, Pandæmonium written across the door, holding a mic.
Shane Dodge: “Ladies and gentleman, I’m outside Pandæmonium’s locker room. I’m going to see if we can get a word with Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo before their match tonight.”
Shane raises his fist and raps on the door twice. The door opens and out spills the sounds of music, laughter and mixed voices, both men and women. Gerard Angelo steps out, shutting the door behind him quickly, seeing Shane try to peek inside. Gerry, dressed in his tights and a Pandæmonium T-shirt, crosses his arms over his chest.
Gerard Angelo: “What do you want, Dodge? We’re trying to prepare for tonight.”
Shane Dodge: “Seems you guys are celebrating early.”
Shane gestures towards the door. Gerard chuckles
Gerard Angelo: “Pre-match rituals, Shane. You would know about those if you were a competitor and not a TMZ knock off running around, knockin’ on locker room doors for a scoop people will forget about as soon as the next match happens.”
Shane frowns slightly but quickly moves past it.
Shane Dodge: “I want to get your thoughts on your semi-final match tonight against your own stable mate, Holden Ross.”
Gerard Angelo: “What about it, Shane? Tonight the faithful get to see a dream match of epic proportions. “The Human Wrecking Ball” versus “The Living Legend”. “The Bastard versus The Hollywood Hero”. Holden Ross versus Gerard Angelo. A main event in any arena around the world. And they get to see it in the semifinal.”
Shane Dodge: “Sure. But do you think Pandæmonium can withstand this?”
Gerry chuckles as Shane puts the microphone close to his face.
Gerard Angelo: “We’ve been getting that question a lot ever since I won the Last Chance Battle Royal. ‘Can your group handle the fact that one of you needs to lose to advance?’ And it was more than a question. It was hoping. It was pleading. They’re hoping this will cause friction among us. They are trying to find the cracks in our armor. Everyone who fears the chaos and change we represent. And I will tell you the same thing I told them. Pandæmonium is not defined by individual accomplishments and accolades. We are united by a singular mission. To tear down Pure Class Wrestling brick by brick, and rebuild it in our image.”
Shane goes to ask another question, but Gerard snatches the mic out of his hand and stares at him
Gerard Angelo: “PCW needs us to win this tournament, Shane. We have taken responsibility. PCW is being held up on our shoulders. The company needs us. It needs the change, Shane. Look at this card, tonight. What is it missing? Tell me, Shane.”
Shane looks back at the camera guy before looking at Gerard. He goes to answer but is cut off.
Gerard Angelo: “The World Champion, Shane. Tell me, since you’re the investigative journalist, where Stormm is? The man hasn’t wrestled a match in months. The man who’s supposed to be the face of the company, hasn’t been around. Sure, he showed up last Trauma, if only to attack us like the coward he is. And this man, this paper champion, gets another show off? A Pay-Per-View, no less. Gets to stuff his ridiculous reign as champion with extra days because he doesn't have to defend. This is the kind of sh*t that has to stop.”
Gerard hands the mic back to Shane and goes to go back in the locker room, when Shane asks another question.
Shane Dodge: “Say you were to win, though, do you have a preference on who you want to face between Grimm or Kyle Shane?”
Gerard stops and turns back with a smirk.
Gerard Angelo: “Finally, a good question for once. See, I’ve given it a lot of thought. A lot. Do I want to face Grimm and get my long deserved revenge for him trying to end my career? Or do I want to face Kyle Shane in our rubber match? See the thing is, Shane, both of them are egomaniacs that need to be taken down a notch. But that’s not their only similarities. Both of them have a weird attraction to Brenna Gordon. Which is fine, I guess, if you like girls who smell like a fish market. That’s besides the point though. Holden and I are ready for either of them. And while Grimm and Kyle think they are going to steal the show, I promise byt the end of the night, Pandæmonium will be the only thing everyone is talking about. See ya, Shane.”
Gerard reaches out and messes up Shane’s hair before going back into the locker room to rejoin his compatriots.
The crowd cheers.
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a high waisted blue leather jacket with armored shoulder pads, lined scallops that meet in a spider insignia on the back, a high snapped up collar, and yellow lining on the inside reminiscent of Zane the Operative from Borderlands 3. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response:
"God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone,
It can't out matched, it can't be outrun,
NO!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky..."
There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Catalyst, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Kyle stops halfway down the aisle, snapping the collar of the Zane cosplay jacket upright. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances one knee on the ropes, hanging on to the top for a moment, an infuriating smirk breaking across his face. As the song begins slowing down into Chester's solo, Kyle fluidly slips between the ropes, spins towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the leather jacket and begins stretching for the match.
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Both men meet in the center of the ring, ready to go. The official signals for the bell and the match begins.
DING
DING
DING
Ace Anderson: And here we go, a shot in the Icemann Invitational Tournament Final on the line. And these two men will not pull any punches!
Kyle Shane makes Ace's statement true as he slams into Grimm’s face with a right hand to start the match. Grimm backs up, shrugs as if to say “okay, so this is how it’s going to be” and he fires back with a shot of his own. Kyle absorbs it and returns fire with a shot of his own. The two men trade three punches a piece, until Shane finally ducks a left jab and scores with a short kick to the ribs. He seizes on the opportunity and hits a shoulder block that staggers Grimm, sending him into the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Shane with the early edge here. A knockdown there with a big clothesline!
Ace Anderson: Shane just knocked Grimm over the top rope to the outside! Now a hard baseball slide and Grimm just dropped like a lead weight to the outside of the ring!
Shane is about to follow under the ropes, but decides to go to the top turnbuckle instead of heading outside. He waits as Grimm struggles to get up...
Ace Anderson: Oh! What a crossbody press there! From the top rope… to the outside!
Jerry Andrews: A big risk by Kyle Shane but it paid off!
The two men claw at one another as they get to their feet. Kyle maintains the advantage and swings Grimm towards the steel steps - but the Hangtown Horror reverses it and sends Shane flying into the metal. Shane grunts and grimaces in pain as his ribs are rattled.
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane hit those steps hard! He’s had an injury history too!
Grimm gets Shane to his knees and smashes his forearm across Kyle's face, then kicks him sharply in the gut, sending Shane back to the floor. Grimm now gets Kyle back up and tosses him under the bottom rope. He hammers away with forearm shots to the small of the back.
Jerry Andrews: Speaking of an injury history, Grimm is now continuing to work the back.. and oh.. nice backbreaker there. Here's a cover... but just two!
Ace Anderson: Plenty of fight left in Kyle Shane.
Grimm continues to impose his will on Kyle Shane as he scores with a pair of clotheslines. Shane tries to stop his opponent from hitting with a spinebuster, but Grimm counters that reversal with an inverted atomic drop.
Ace Anderson: And now a DDT! That should do it!
1...
2.....
Jerry Andrews: No sir! Shane's mind must be swimming, but he's still going at it.
As Kyle Shane gets to his feet, Grimm looks to score with some more rights and lefts to the head, but Kyle manages to dodge. He slips under Grimm's right arm and reaches back with a neckbreaker.
Ace Anderson: Good move by Shane. A chance here to regroup perhaps!
Grimm gets to his feet first, despite taking the brunt of the previous maneuver, but Shane stops the his momentum again with a drop toe hold. Shane goes on the offensive now with a pair of right hands. He goes off the far ropes..
Jerry Andrews: A running enziguri! Right to the face! Grimm is down! The cover!
1.... 2....
Ace Anderson: Grimm stays alive. Kyle Shane was a half second away from the tournament final, but Grimm got the shoulder up!
Shane stays on top of Grimm, trying to choke him out, but the ref warns the challenge about such actions and forces a break. Grimm takes the opportunity to gather his wits and counters Kyle's offense.
Ace Anderson: We’ve reached the point in the match where both men have been hit very hard several times. Your gameplan kind of goes out the window once you’ve been slugged a few times. They’re just trying to survive now!
Grimm clotheslines Shane to the mat. He pulls him up, but Shane fires back with several right hands. He then kicks Grimm in he midsection and sets him up. Grimm powers free and Irish whips Shane.
Ace Anderson: Shane into the ropes now…. and a huge back body drop..
Jerry Andrews: Landed on his feet and… GODDESS WHITE SWORD!!
Kyle Shane goes for a cover:
1….
2….
Kickout! Shane pulls Grimm up, but Grimm quickly hits a few chops then whips Shane across the ring and follows quickly with a HUGE clothesline! Shane is knocked down, but gets to his feet quickly. He stumbles back and Grimm follows him and drops him with a big missile drop kick!
Jerry Andrews: Big move there by Grimm!
Shane begins to climb to his feet, but Grimm kicks him in the midsection. Grimm follows it up with a few knee drops right into the small of his back.
Jerry Andrews: Softening up Shane's back here
Ace Anderson: Makes sense. It's basically a target painted on Kyle Shane now, unfortunately for him.
Grimm grabs Shane and picks him up to his feet. Grimm throws him into the corner and begins stomping at him. One, Two, Three, Four, Five stomps and Shane slumps down into the corner. Grimm grabs him by the leg and pulls him into the center of the ring. Grimm stomps at the back a few more times, then rolls him onto his stomach.
Ace Anderson: There is a major strategy here.
Jerry Andrews: Target the back of Shane.
Grimm stands over Shane, and then sits down and sets him up in a CAMEL CLUTCH!!!!
Jerry Andrews: You don’t see Grimm use this move very often, but given the circumstances.....
Ace Anderson: Given the circumstances it's great strategy.
Kyle is screaming in agony as the ref continues to check on him.
Jerry Andrews: Shane is a very resilient man, but this may be too much for him.
Ace Anderson: You may be right.
The ref is still checking on Kyle.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, you were obviously a very accomplished wrestler. Is this a strategy of Grimm's sound?
Ace Anderson: No doubt about it. I've already said it was, but of course you weren't paying attention to my expertise. If your back is screwed up, it takes away most of your offense. Add that to Kyle's injury history, and he's in deep trouble here.
Kyle Shane manages to get his right arm and he pries away at Grimm’s fingers. Realizing the hold will soon be broken, Grimm releases his grip and slams his body down on Shane’s spine. Grimm now picks Kyle up to his feet, and sets him up a fisherman’s suplex, but Shane breaks free and quickly hits a high velocity shotgun dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: Shadow of Starlight!
Ace Anderson: There is still life in him!
Shane begins to come back to life, as does Grimm. Grimm goes for a big roundhouse punch, but Shane ducks it and hits Grimm with a roundhouse sweeping leg maneuver which takes Grimm down to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Nice surprise move by Shane!
Kyle Shane bounces off the ropes and hits Grimm with a leg drop. Shane picks up Grimm, but he catches an elbow from the Hangtown Horror. Grimm attempts to follow it up with a big punch, but Shane kicks him in the stomach and hits a sitout facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is feeling it now!
Shane picks Grimm up once again and kicks him in the gut. Shane runs off the ropes and hits a HUGE running knee lift! Whipping Grimm into the ropes, Shane attempts a dropkick, but Grimm dodges it and counters with a big clothesline as Shane gets to his feet. Grimm then follows it up by hitting Shane with a hard body slam.
Jerry Andrews: These two men are hitting each other with everything they have! I can feel these shots from here!
Bouncing off the ropes, Grimm delivers a wicked elbow drop. Hooking the leg, Grimm goes for the cover:
1…
2…
Kickout by Kyle Shane!
Not letting up, Grimm mounts Shane and gives him a series of punches as Shane tries to cover up. Picking him up, Grimm delivers a big vertical suplex. Getting Shane in a power bomb position, Grimm attempts a sit out powerbomb but Shane reverses it and counters with a DDT.
Jerry Andrews: Shane has been reversing everything tonight!!
Ace Anderson: Like him or not, he's incredibly experienced! He definitely knows his way around a ring, even though he's had a lot of time off due to injury.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these men have won this tournament before, and they’re both looking to become two-time winners tonight!
Ace Anderson: And who, perchance, is the only two-time winner?
Jerry Andrews: Sigh…. you, Ace.
Ace Anderson: Thank you very much.
Kyle Shane whips Grimm to the turnbuckle and delivers a series of kicks that send Grimm down to the mat. Picking Grimm up again, Shane whips him to the ropes but Grimm takes him down with a spear! Grimm then gets up and takes a step back to compose himself. As he does, Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet. Boom! Spinebuster by Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane hit the mat HARD there!
Ace Anderson: And right on the back too!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane kicks out!
Grimm pulls his opponent up, but Kyle surprises him with a Pele kick! Both men slowly get to their feet. Grimm swings at Shane. Shane ducks it, twists his arm and hits the Obsidian Block! Kyle Shane with a cover now:
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: No! Grimm got his shoulder up at the last second!
Shane pulls Grimm up. He hooks one arm…
Jerry Andrews: Looking for the Deathbringer!
Grimm breaks free! He sets Shane up…. wheelbarrow facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Foddershock!
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: The match continues! Kyle Shane kicked out!
Grimm stands up and he mounts the second turnbuckle. He waits for Shane to get to his feet. When he does, Grimm leaps off…
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest… no!
Shane shoves Grimm away before he can hit the Harvest! Shane kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. Shane takes a step and steps towards his doubled over opponent….
Jerry Andrews: CRIT!
Ace Anderson: NO!
Grimm moves away at the last second and Kyle stomps the mat. He turns around to face his opponent and is hit with a kick to the stomach.
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest!
Ace Anderson: This time he got it!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1…
2…
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm wins! He advances to the final!
Ace Anderson: What a hard fought, grueling match between these two men!
Jerry Andrews: And don't you dare go to get another drink, we've got our second semifinal match happening.... RIGHT NOW!!!
Jerry Andrews: This should be a really interesting one. Two members of Pandaemonium with only one able to move on and face Grimm in the final.
Ace Anderson: This is a travesty! Tournament or not, they shouldn't be forced to compete against each other. Despite what they're saying publicly, what if this splinters the group??
Jerry Andrews: You won't get any complaints from me.
Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.
Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascends the ring steps and pauses to wipe his feet on the mat before slipping into the ring. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and raises his fists into the air. After climbing down, he removes his jacket and drops it onto the apron for Tabitha to pick up. He then leans into his corner, looking bored, waiting for the match to start.
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.
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.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Gerard and Holden size each other up while circling the ring. The faithful eagerly wait for them to tear each other apart. Holden leans in for a grapple, but Gerard slips around to avoid it. Holden faces him with a smirk. Gerard offers to shake his hand, which Holden...responds to with a shove! Gerard hits the buckles and comes out fired up with...a finger poke?! Holden falls like he was just murdered. Gerard takes the pin with a leg hooked.
1!
2!
3!!
The bell is called for! The fans are unsure of what the hell to make of what just happened, but Gerard is up celebrating the matter.
Jerry Andrews: You've got to be kidding me!
Jerry Andrews: What a way to desecrate the tournament. This shouldn't be allowed to happen!
Ace Anderson: I think it was one heck of a brilliant plan. Grimm isn't going to be at full strength, but Gerard is. They took advantage of going second and well, pulled one over on everybody!
There is a bro-hug in the ring as the boos come loud. Gerard taps the side of his head while smiling arrogantly. The two exit the ring, but continue celebrating what they orchestrated.
Jerry Andrews: Well, Grimm is going to have his work cut out for him in the tournament final...
The arena falls into darkness, but the wait won't be long. The first AAH that opens "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains showers the faithful in red. It alternates between that and darkness in between the next three. The hard hitting guitar riffs of Jerry Cantrell and Mike Starr cause the top of the stage to flash silver.
As Layne Staley begins singing the first verse, Willard walks through white fog and into a sea of enormously loud boos.
Willard taunts the fans with manic glee before shoving the cameraman out of his way. A running slide puts him inside of the ring, where he then flips off the fans while grinning like a cheshire cat after getting up. The lights return to normal while Willard paces around holding a microphone.
Jerry Andrews: He's got a lot of nerve coming back out here.
Ace Anderson: There's nothing that says he can't.
Jerry Andrews: Well, damnit, there should be! He conspired with his offspring to end Rick Majors' career tonight and it may have happened!
Before speaking, he basks in the fans hatred of him.
Jason Willard: For those of you that still have eyesight, I'm still THE reigning King of the Underground and Rick Majors is still the king of receiving ---he mockingly uses air quotes--- medical assistance at one of the local facilities.
Willard yawns at the booing now before slapping the title he has around his waist.
Jason Willard: I don't give a shit about him, just like I don't give a shit about any of you. So let's talk about people I DO care about. As everyone knows, today is Mother's Day. So to my mother and especially to my wife, I love you and am thankful for everything you do and have done. Now then...
As a parent, there is nothing better than seeing your child be successful. As a parent, I have never had a more prouder moment in this business --- not from any title I have won nor my induction into the Hall of Fame --- than I had earlier when my little girl, Kristen, did what she did to Rick Majors! It was a moment I'll always cherish!
So, with that in mind, let's get a referee out here. I want this officially reflected in the record book, my name announced as the winner AND my arm raised in victory.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on....
Willard sees a referee racing to the ring. Being in the mood he's in, he holds the ropes open for him and even offers a handshake. Willard is shown providing instructions on what to do. That is...until he sees Rick Majors on the tron. The faithful erupt in cheers as the wounded Majors makes his way to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Not so fast, Willard! Rick Majors may not be 100%, but he's here and he's ready to kick your ass all the way back to California!
That referee has since been disposed of. Willard's disbelief leads him to throwing his title aside and to take a defensive stance as his wide-eyed rage begins fuelling him.
"Wastelands" by Linkin Park hits. Rick Majors wastes little time vengefully making his way to the ring. Willard goes out after him. Majors breaks a wooden crutch across his midsection and then turns the splintered parts into dual weapons to work the champ over. Willard is unable to make much of a retreat as his back gets the brunt end of things. Willard is spun around and hit combination style in the head.
Majors discards those in order to send Willard crashing back and forth into the guardrails. He tries a strike, but Majors blocks and dishes ten of his own. Willard staggers towards the ring. Once he turns around, Majors wipes him out with a running clothesline. Off come the bandages. Then the protective mat. Willard is stopped from escaping into the ring. Majors pulls him to the exposed concrete where he then hits a DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Oh! Spots like that can lead to concussions!
Willard is lifted and ran backwards against the ring post. Inside the ring now, Majors is putting the boots to Willard. This is followed by a knee lift. Willard pulls himself away from Majors, then turns around to beg him off. Majors boots him in the midsection instead. Willard gets whipped to a corner and crushed with a clothesline. To the opposite and another, this time with a running bulldog to follow. Willard is pinned.
1.
Willard moves his shoulder off the mat. Rick sits on his knees, but appears just a tad disoriented thanks to the earlier chair shot. Willard is picked up again and sent to the ropes. He hangs on and ducks underneath the bottom. After collapsing onto a knee, he turns just in time to take a baseball slide. Majors rolls out and takes possession of the first weapon he can find: a thick cable.
Willard's back gets lacerated by several nasty whips. Majors reaches into the crowd and grabs a beer. He pours this over the fresh wounds! Willard cries out in pain, but there isn't a sympathetic ear anywhere to be found. Willard prevents a reverse DDT by way of a counter drop toe hold. Majors head just narrowly avoids the edge of the ring steps, so he instead lands at a bent angle.
Willard uses the ring skirt to get to his feet. His back is still full of alcoholic sting which is seen in his reaction. Majors gets propped on the ring steps and then Willard steps onto the apron. With one lunge, he executes a curb stomp on the middle step. Willard slumps into a seated position as he glares at Rick. "You shouldn't have returned, you fucking Canadian piece of shit!"
Ace Anderson: He's about to show Majors why.
Jerry Andrews: And will get a response showing why he did.
Willard hits a nasty leaping German suplex on the outside floor, compromising Rick's head, neck and shoulders. Willard rolls through, but Majors falls forward. The momentum propels Willard into the ring post! Cheers from the crowd fire Rick to get back up. Willard catches him with a sudden discus lariat for his troubles. Willard checks his forehead before taking control of Majors.
Willard relentlessly slams him face first on the announce table. Majors fires up and slams Willard's own face three times off it before receiving an overhead belly to belly suplex. Majors has his head at just the right angle to take a table assisted DDT! Willard tosses him back on the commentary table and then joins him.
Majors refuses to stay down! Heavy forearm shots stun Willard, but he doesn't want to play nice, so he shoves his thumbs into Majors eyes, raking them with all of the anger in the world. Majors is left to claw at them. Willard partially picks him up to deliver a stiff European uppercut and then an attempted piledriver. Rick counters with a back body drop!
Jerry Andrews: I think we need to get out of harm's way before we become part of the action.
Ace Anderson: Those days are long gone for me. I'm retired after all!
Willard is picked up for Believe In This!, but he counters with a release northern lights suplex into the second row! Willard hops into the crowd and is pelted by a flying chair. Thankfully his nose isn't broken. He braces himself against the barricade. Majors throws another one at him while attempting to get up. It's deflected.
Willard wades through the steel sea and manages to kick Majors in the throat. Action makes its way further into the faithful with Willard dragging the wheezing Majors to the nearest pair of steps. Willard slingshots Majors onto the steel rail leading up. Rick won't stay down! He promptly uses the direction to slide down and get Willard with a heavy strike.
Willard counters with a split legged jawbreaker and then attacks him up to the tunnel. Majors is shoved against one of the walls and then gets his head crushed by a spinning roundhouse kick. Willard spins Rick around so that his back is facing the crowd. Willard lifts him up in a powerbomb. He runs, but his release is countered by a hurricanrana that sends him tumbling unceremoniously down the cement steps.
Rick clings to his head as he moves towards the steps and the raucous crowd. He's held up by his ribs and back as the earlier attack remains with him. Step by step he moves closer to his rival, who by this point is slowly crawling in the direction of the ring. Majors brings a chair with him and as a response from earlier, slams it over and over onto Willard's back until it can no longer be used. Each shot is counted by fans and it seems to fuel Majors more and more.
Jerry Andrews: He's wearing him out! There are plenty of chairs around should he choose to keep going.
Ace Anderson: I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you?
Jerry Andrews: You're damn right!
Willard is sent back towards the ring. Majors climbs over the rail then chooses to take action back inside. Willard refuses an Irish whip, so he takes an arm wrench and a hook kick for it. But Majors doesn't let go. Willard suddenly counters the second attempted whip with The Happiest Place On Earth! He flips himself over to a pin.
1!
2!
Majors kicks out! Willard turns over so that he's face down on the mat. Majors remains laid out from the signature move and at this point, both aren't moving so swiftly. Still, Willard is up first and he gives Rick a Garvin stomp, then a double stomp to his face. Willard exits the ring to go find the Underground title. He returns with it in hand. The Centre of Attention! With one signature, Rick has put the belt back in his face! Willard stumbles into the ropes and should be thankful he can hold them for support.
Majors lays the title out center ring and then leads Willard over to it. Major Damage is blocked. Majors jams his elbow into the crown of Willard's head. His next attempt is successful! Majors now introduces an ominous ladder to the mix. He sets it up and then works Willard over to plenty of cheers. He attempts to lift him up, but Willard short-arm clotheslines and then spikes Majors with a DDT.
Willard eventually drags himself up the ladder. Rung by rung he pulls himself up until he's seated on the top. Middle fingers are raised for everyone sitting in the arena. Majors throws the Underground title at his face like a frisbee. It hits him flush and nearly takes him down. Majors meets him near the top...SUPERPLEX OFF THE LADDER! Majors rolls around holding his back. As does Willard. Majors pulls himself over to make the cover.
1!
2!
3!
NO! Willard somehow gets a shoulder up in order to beat the count. Willard takes Majors to his feet. Rick starts to pepper Willard with heavy handed strikes! He sends The Anarchist into the ladder. On the rebound, Majors scores with Tainted Excellence! Willard is rolled over. Majors covers.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
The collective cheering sections have their hopes dashed out like the 49ers in the Super Bowl. Majors grabs Willard by the hair and is hit with a split legged jawbreaker. Willard finds a sudden burst of energy. Tragic Kingdom onto the ladder! Willard works over the ribs that his daughter tenderized with a steel chair earlier. Majors is rammed sideways against the corner. Willard grinds his forearm into the injured ribs. Then a series of shoulders. Willard delivers a side backbreaker and then pushes those ribs across his knee. Majors is left in a heap as Willard fastens the Underground title around his waist.
Willard climbs the ladder again. HIGH elevation frog splash!! Majors rolls around holding his midsection, so too does Willard, which prevents him from getting the immediate cover. The champ pounds on the mat before unbuckling the title. He drags himself over to make the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Jerry Andrews: NO! Majors is still alive!
Ace Anderson: But how?!
Willard digs his fingers into his scalp. He sits himself near a struggling Rick Majors. "Fuck...you!" Both men start to exchange rights and lefts, picking up where things began! The crowd is going bonkers for all of this. Nobody gets the upper hand, but both find enough of a second wind to pick up the force behind their strikes. Willard reaches into the heel playbook by delivering a punt kick to the groin. He staggers backwards to a corner as Majors is neutralized.
KANLM! NO! Majors sidesteps the finisher. He hasn't fully recovered, but he goes for Major Damage! Willard cartwheels himself out of it. Boot to the midsection from Majors. Believe In This on the ladder! Willard is thrown over onto his back. Majors collapses on him.
1!
2!
3!---NO! Shoulder!
Willard suddenly pulls Majors into a small package.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Both get up out of sheer adrenaline. KANLM connects this time! Willard's finisher may have been renamed into an acronym using the first letters of his children's names, but it's still as effective as it's ever been. Majors is looking up at the lights. Willard is on his back getting a bit of a breather. Just as cheers had done for Majors earlier, boos seem to fuel Willard into pulling himself over to a pin and win situation. He gets there and hooks a leg.
1!
2!
3!
RICK MAJORS BEATS THE COUNT!!
Willard shoots up like a bolt of lightning with a look of absolute disbelief on his face. MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS! go the chants. Willard challenges the count while pushing himself to stand up. He starts having a fit once the explanation is given. Willard's temper distracts him long enough for Rick to nail a headlock driver, or as he calls it, Major Damage! Willard is pinned.
1!
2!
3!---HE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Majors doesn't go the challenging route. Instead, he brings a table into the ring. Well, eventually, because both men have taken the other to the limit. The table is stood up and the ladder is pushed out. Willard is assisted to his feet. While on spaghetti legs, he surprises Rick with a pop-up powerbomb. Willard collapses into the ropes. He gathers enough of his awareness in order to place himself in position for Greetings From Orange County. The wait on Majors gives him a minor reprieve.
Willard curses Majors out prior to launching a springboard. He hits the forearm smash, but it has little oomph behind it, allowing Majors to surprise him with The Major Impact through the table!! Rick twists himself into enough of a pin. The referee clears debris and makes the count.
1!
2!
3!!
There's no kick out this time, so let the jubilation begin over a Linkin Park soundtrack.
Jerry Andrews: What an absolute WAR! Despite the devious plan hatched earlier by the Willard's, despite "The Anarchist" giving him all he could handle, Rick Majors survived it all and is once again Underground champion!
Ace Anderson: Tarnishing the very legacy of the division in the process as only he can.
Jerry Andrews: You STILL refuse to give him his proper due??
Ace Anderson: I'll start a hotline and you can pay $2.99 a minute to find out! Kidding aside, Rick is the toughest forty-eight year old I've ever seen.
An exhausted Rick Majors is awarded the Underground title, but his victory hasn't registered. The music cues and cheers of the faithful do nothing to tip him off either. He eventually is able to lift himself up under his own power, but stumbles backwards into the ropes. Willard is in no better shape as he slowly stirs to his own feet. Both men are checked over and give responses in the affirmative that they're okay.
Majors finally gets the chance to wipe some of the purple spray off of his face and then he gives a look at the faceplate of the title. Willard shifts his look in the direction of his nemesis, shaking his head disapprovingly. Just as he moves to take a leave, Majors yells in order to get his attention. He's slow on the approach, but as he gets there, the two have a face-off.
Majors extends his hand! Willard looks at it for a second. "You want me to break that for you?" Majors doesn't lower his hand. Willard shakes his head and then turns away. After taking a step, he turns back around and shakes his hand after all. It's quick and without any surprise incidents, but the hatred they have for the other may have just turned into respect. Willard finally leaves as Majors gets the stage to himself.
Jerry Andrews: Wow.... I am shocked. What a night we've had so far... and we're not done yet!
Ace Anderson: Not by a long shot! We still have to find out who will become the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Champion!
Before we get to that match, however, the lights in the arena all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage, a slight limp in his step. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk strangely absent from his face.
When the lights return to arena, David walks towards the ring, the limp becoming more prominent as he approaches ringside. He ignores the fans as he passes by. A few want high-fives or just to touch him, but David stays just out of reach, quickly reaching his destination.
As he approaches ringside, he immediately heads towards the steps. Once on the apron, he waits a few minutes before getting into the ring. When he rises to his feet, his face grimaces. The fans unsure of how to react.
Dressed to the nines in an out of character black suit with a white button-up shirt and black tie, David hobbles towards the opposite ropes. He quickly grabs a mic before returning to the middle of the ring. His music fades away as the mic rises to his lips.
David Hunter: I won't...waste a lot of time. I'll get right to the point. You see...ever since I've come back to PCW last month, I've been wrestling with an injury in my knee. I figured...it's fine. It's not that painful. It's easy to work with. Unfortunately...after my match with Kyle Shane a couple of weeks ago...that injury has been exacerbated. Now...I took my time and spoke with both my personal doctors and Pure Class Wrestling's doctors. They both advised me to check out a specialist. So I did.
David lowers the mic, clearing his throat before continuing.
David Hunter: The doctor's advice was quite simple: my knee is pretty banged up to the point that...if I continue to wrestle or actively do what I do outside of the ring...than I could be looking at a potential bum knee for the rest of my life. So he told me that we needed to do surgery on it. Now...that's not a problem. The problem is that the surgery and recovery will take me out of action for 4-7 months.
This gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, some sympathetic while others hold ill-will towards David.
David Hunter: Trust me. I understand that I am far from the most-liked person on this roster or in the back, but the last time I wanted to do was to leave my brothers alone. However, after speaking with the two of them, we've all agreed it's the best thing to do. And after speaking with Pure Class management...they have agreed as well. So it is with a heavy heart that I must announce...that I will be absent for a while.
David drops the mic, staring out at the crowd who continue their mixed reaction.
David Hunter: However...just because my knee is fucked doesn't mean that it won't get better. The doctors predict that once everything's all healed up...I could be in the best shape of my life. And I won't have to worry about breaking a muscle, about straining my back. The only thing I'd have to worry about is how much victor one man can get. So as little as it matters to those in the back, take heed. I still have Alexa and Brenna who want revenge. Fine. Take your turn and we'll meet up once I'm back. I still want my rematch for the North American Championship. Fantastic. Whoever the champion is better have eyes in the back of their head. And as for Pandæmonium...
David smirks.
David Hunter: ....let's just say that we've been coasting on momentum for the last few months. Once I'm back at full capacity...not a damn thing in this company is going to keep us down.
David throws the mic to the mat. "The Night" by Voltaire returns to the PA system. David exits the ring, taking time to watch his leg as he limps to the back.
Ace Anderson: I wish David Hunter all the best and look forward to seeing him return to the ring better than ever!
Jerry Andrews: Of course you do!
Ace Anderson: You don't? You enjoy seeing a man injured and unable to earn a living?
Jerry Andrews: No... ummm.... of course I wish him well, it's just....
Ace Anderson: You just had to take a shot at me, didn't you, Jerry? This is a man's career we're talking about here!
Jerry Andrews: Of course. Of course I wish him well.
Ace Anderson: And I hope he's watching right now because he's about to see his buddy Gerard Angelo win the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament!
Jerry Andrews: Well, I think Grimm will have something to say about that. He's one of the most dominant competitors in PCW history, you know.
Ace Anderson: Oh, I know! He's the wrestler of the decade! But he's no Gerard Angelo....
We return to ringside for the match.
The crowd explodes.
The crowd cheers again.
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Jerry Andrews: Here is Grimm who went through a brutal contest against Kyle Shane earlier this evening.
Ace Anderson: And he's about to face Gerard Angelo, who is as fresh as a spring daisy on this fine Mother's Day evening!
Jerry Andrews: Do you think that's fair?
Ace Anderson: This is the Icemann Invitational Tournament! It's the chance of a lifetime! EVERYTHING is fair!
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.
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.
The bell rings. Just as Grimm steps towards the center of the ring, Gerard Angelo meets him with a One Hit Wonder!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo with a huge move right out of the gate!
Angelo goes for a cover and gets two! Grimm shoves him back and retreats to the corner.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo is basically a fresh competitor after that farce of a match earlier tonight while Grimm went through a war with Kyle Shane.
Ace Anderson: Angelo is so smart, isn’t he?
Angelo steps towards Grimm, but the Hangtown Horror kicks him in the stomach and then hits him with an elbow to the back of the head. Grimm now sets him up… DDT down to the mat!
Gerard Angelo rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Grimm follows him to the outside. Angelo takes a walk around the ring, then re-enters without Grimm touching him.
Jerry Andrews: Mind games here by Gerard Angelo.
Ace Anderson: I love it!
As Grimm rolls back into the ring, Angelo immediately starts stomping on him. He then pulls him up and Irish whips him hard into the corner. He charges in, but Grimm gets out of the way and Angelo his the turnbuckles hard.
Grimm spins Angelo around and hits him with a body punch combination in the corner and then finishes it off with a straight kick to the chest. Angelo slumps into the turnbuckle and Grimm mounts him and unloads on his face with punches!
Jerry Andrews: Here we go now.. 1.. 2.. 3... 4..
Ace Anderson: Look at that!
Jerry Andrews: Good GOD what a powerbomb! Hard to ignore shots to the face but Angelo was able to do it and he just drove Grimm through the mat!
But the punches have taken their toll. Angelo is unable to make any kind of move towards his opponent as it relates to making a cover. Eventually the two get to their feet and they circle one another carefully.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo little more cautious now. Some more circling.
Grimm with an ankle pick and Angelo is on his back. Angelo rolls over, but he leaves his right arm open for attack and Grimm pounces on the opportunity and tries to lock in a submission move.
Jerry Andrews: He’s got his right arm in an arm bar!
Angelo struggles onward. After a full minute of struggle, ge gets three of his fingers on his left hand wrapped around the bottom rope. The referee immediately calls for a break. Grimm gets to his feet and lays the boots to Angelo. He scoops up his opponent onto the top turnbuckle. He gets his two feet on the middle rope looking for a superplex...
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo fighting back here! Just using left jabs! And now a right hook right across the face of Grimm. He may have stunned him there!
Ace Anderson: OH MY!
Using his good left arm, Angelo hooks Grimm's head and leaps from the top rope smashing the him into the canvas with a modified bulldog. Both men sprawl across the canvas and Grimm is laid out on his back.
Ace Anderson: Cover him! Get him!
Jerry Andrews: This could be it already!
1....
2....
NO!
Ace Anderson: Oh come on!
Jerry Andrews: How the hell did Grimm get his shoulder off the canvas?
Angelo weakly gets to his feet and waits for his opponent to do so as well. He tags Grimm in the face with a couple of left hands and then Irish whips him into the ropes. As Grimm rebounds, Angelo smacks him with a left forearm clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: Clothesline there by Gerard. And a second. Scooping him up here. Sidewalk slam! The cover..
1...
2...
Ace Anderson: Dammit! Come on!
Jerry Andrews: Another kick out by Grimm.
Ace Anderson: This is smart wrestling by Angelo. He knows Grimm is tired. He wants to end this before it goes on any longer.
Gerard Angelo once again gets Grimm to his feet, but this time his shots to the face are blocked and met with a series of right hands followed by a boot to the stomach. Gerard grabs his stomach as Grimm grabs his head and slams it back onto the mat. Grimm drops down for a pinning cover. 1.… kick out.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is too strong!
Jerry Andrews: Wow… you’re too much.
Ace Anderson: Thank you.
Jerry Andrews: That wasn’t a compliment.
Grimm stands up and waits for Gerard to to his feet. Grimm and Gerard with another collar elbow tie up. Gerard with powers out with a scoop slam on Grimm. Grimm gets to his feet. Gerard with a right knocking Grimm into the ropes. As Grimm comes off the ropes, Gerard hits a spinebuster. Gerard to his feet. He drops an elbow on Grimm.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is in full control now!
Gerard pulls Grimm up with him to his feet. hH grabs Grimm and hits a snap suplex taking him to the mat. Gerard gets to his feet as Grimm rises slower. Gerard comes in at Grimm. Grimm with a drop toe hold on Gerard as his neck hits the bottom rope. Grimm rolls Gerard up, but Gerard kicks out at one!
Ace Anderson: No chance!
Grimm and Angelo both get to their feet at about the same time. Grimm with a left and a right. He then picks his opponent up and drops him on his knee and flipping him to the mat. Grimm gets to his feet and he hits a leg drop. Grimm pulls Angelo, but Gerard with an elbow to the sternum of Grimm then another. Grimm fires back with a kick to the stomach followed by a suplex.
Jerry Andrews: Back and forth and back and forth between these two
Grimm helps Gerard Angelo to his feet to send him into the ropes. Grimm bends down but Gerard with a leap frog over him. Grimm turns around as Angelo catches him with a forearm smash off the ropes. Both men get back to their feet as they begin slugging it out. Gerard with a knee to the stomach of Grimm, and then grabs his head and hits a swinging neck breaker. Gerard goes for the cover, 1...2…Grimm gets the shoulder up.
Angelo turns Grimm around and picks up him up with a German suplex! Grimm slowly gets to his feet and he turns around as Gerard goes for another One Hit Wonder. Grimm moves out of the way at the last second and she shoves Angelo, sending him through the ropes to the outside of the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! Big shot!
Ace Anderson: OHHHHH Grimm off the top rope onto Gerard. Grimm is laying fists now!
Grimm pulls Gerard to his feet and throws him into the ringside barrier. He hits another series of punches to the face before grabbing his opponent by the head. Angelo slugs him in the stomach, then hits a European uppercut! He then sets him up…
Jerry Andrews: Director’s Cut onto the floor!
Gerard Angelo slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Grimm up… Foddershock!!!
Jerry Andrews: And now Grimm with a big move!
Ace Anderson: These guys had better watch out, the referee’s count is at six!
Both men are down on the outside.
Seven. Eight.
Nine.
Ten!
The referee looks over at the timekeeper.
Jerry Andrews: Manny Cruz doesn’t want to call for the bell, but both men just got counted out!
Ace Anderson: No! We have to have a winner! Do the right thing, Manny!
Referee Manny Cruz heads out to the timekeeper’s table. He has a chat with the timekeeper and Sasha Greene, who then makes an announcement.
The crowd cheers.
Gerard is slow to rise as Grimm gets to his feet. Grimm and Angelo lock up again. Gerard sends Grimm into the steel steps. He then grabs his opponent and rolls him into the ring.
Jerry Andrews: I have to say, that was the right move by the official. We all want to see a winner here!
Ace Anderson: These men are so evenly-matched though! This match could take all night!
Angelo re-enters the ring. He runs and nails a clothesline on Grimm as he stands up. Gerard climbs the second rope as Grimm turns around. Angelo with a front drop kick, knocking Grimm back across the ring. Angelo walks over to Grimm and grabs Grimm’ head. Grimm with a resistance on getting up. As Gerard goes for a move, Grimm picks him up and shoulder slams him to the mat as Grimm rolls off And Angelo is left on the mat holding is stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Grimm with that comeback move to stop Gerard’s momentum.
Grimm gets back to his feet as he grabs the legs of Gerard and spreads them as he stomps on his sternum. Grimm then drops an elbow on the left leg of Angelo as he wrenches it. The referee asks Gerard if he gives up, but declines. Angelo kicks Grimm off him as he slowly gets to his feet. Grimm catches Gerard with a big clothesline as Gerard gets to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: What a shot there!
Grimm grabs Angelo. He pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a scoop slam. Grimm hits the ropes and drops a Leg on Gerard. Angelo rolls out of the ring to compose himself. Grimm comes through with a baseball slide, but Angelo moves out of the way at the last second. He walks a few steps back and hits an elbow into the chest of Grimm as he lies halfway out of the ring. Gerard Angelo pulls Grimm out of the ring and slams a few fists into his face on the floor. Gerard slams his shoulder into Grimm’s stomach, sending his back slamming into the ring apron at the same time. Grimm drops to his knees due to the force. Angelo pulls Grimm up and hits the Tearjerker on the outside!
Jerry Andrews: What a devastating move on the outside!
Ace Anderson: Get him into the ring and cover him!
If the referee had been counting (which he’s not) this would have been a double countout once again. Gerard Angelo slowly rises to his feet and he pulls Grimm back up. He slams his head into the barrier and then throws him back into the ring. Gerard slides in and goes for the cover:
1...
2…
Grimm gets his shoulder up.
Jerry Andrews: How!? HOW!?
Ace Anderson: Stay on him, Gerry!
Jerry Andrews: Fatigue has to be setting in for these two men right now, especially Grimm due to the grueling night he’s had.
Ace Anderson: Oh boo hoo! Come on, Gerry!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm won the Icemann Invitational Tournament back in 2018 and he’s looking to become a two-time winner tonight, but he’s going to have to dig deep to do it.
Ace Anderson: He can’t be a two-time winner! That’s an honor reserved for the very best, like me!
Gerard Angelo gets back to his feet and he kicks Grimm into the stomach as he stands up, knocking him down to his hands and knees. Angelo drops an elbow onto his back, sending him down to the mat completely. Gerard goes for the cover again and again Grimm gets his shoulder up at 2.
Ace Anderson: With every kick out, Grimm has to use up some of the energy he is rapidly running out of.
Angelo pulls Grimm to his feet, but Grimm shoves Gerard into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Grimm grabs the arm of Gerard Angelo and hits a hip toss. Grimm is slow to his feet. Angelo rises first. They start duking it out. Gerard with a thumb to the eye as Grimm backs off. Angelo grabs Grimm and hits a German suplex. Grimm folds up like an accordion as Gerard slowly gets back to his feet. He pulls Grimm up and goes for a kick. Grimm catches his leg. Gerard hits an Enziguri as both men are down on the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Gerard and Grimm are giving it their all here tonight.
Ace Anderson: I have to admit, they’re leaving it all in the ring right now. No matter who wins, they’ll certainly deserve it!
Gerard Angelo and Grimm both get up at the same time. Grimm with a boot to Gerard, then another one, then another, then Grimm grabs Angelo and hits a DDT. Grimm goes for the cover:
1.…………..
2.…………
Gerard gets the shoulder up as the fans thought it was 3!
Jerry Andrews: That was the closest near fall of the match right there!
Grimm slowly gets to his feet as he pulls Gerard up. Grimm with a reverse DDT. Grimm pulls Gerard back up to his feet. He hits a vertical suplex. Grimm pulls Gerard back to his feet again. Angelo blocks a right and grabs him and hits a wheelbarrow suplex. Gerard now takes down Grimm with a snap arm drag!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm back up, and the akes a swing at Angelo's head only to be arm dragged to the mat once again!
Angelo waits for Grimm to get up. He then runs at him with a clothesline. Grimm ducks it. Angelo springboards off the second rope…
Ace Anderson: Hero’s Welcome!
Angelo with a cover:
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Both men scramble to their feet and lock up again, desperate to end this now. Angelo gets a side headlock on Grimm. Grimm counters by pushing him to the ropes. Angelo attempts a clothesline, Grimm ducks, Angelo comes around and gets nailed in the gut by Grimm's boot.
Jerry Andrews: Vicious snap suplex by Grimm takes Angelo to the mat!
Ace Anderson: They’re going move-for-move now! What a close match!
Grimm lifts him up and drags him to the center of the ring by his arm, but Angelo reverses into a Fireman's carry. He follows through with a side headlock, but Grimm counters with a leg scissors! Grimm uses his grip on Angelo's head to roll him up!
1...
2...
Jerry Andrews: NO! KICK OUT!
Grimm's back up first and he assists Angelo to his feet. Angelo kicks Grimm to the gut and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a clothesline. Gerard kicks Grimm across the back as he tries to get up and then kicks him again! He lifts up Grimm in an attempted inverted suplex but Grimm fights back with a stiff elbow to the gut that knocks the wind out of Angelo. Grimm spins around and both men fight for a waist lock. Grimm locks one on but Angelo bails and attempts one of his own, but Grimm breaks it up with an elbow! Grimm with a German suplex!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm comes back with a German suplex!
Grimm pulls Angelo up now…. Foddershock!! The cover:
1….
2…..
Jerry Andrews: No! This match continues!
Grimm slowly pulls himself up, using the ropes. Angelo steps towards him and Grimm hits a headbutt! And another! And another!
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning!!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Angelo kicks out again!!
Grimm pulls his opponent out… One Hit Wonder out of nowhere!!! Grimm falls to the mat! Angelo slowly crawls over to him…..
1….
2…..
Ace Anderson: No! Grimm kicked out!
Both men slowly get up. They’re clearly spent, staggering around the ring now. Grimm rushes forward with a clothesline. Angelo ducks it….
Ace Anderson: Shit Outta Lock!!!
Jerry Andrews: Is Grimm going to tap here!?
Grimm struggles in the hold. He inches slowly towards the ropes. Angelo pulls back. Grimm reaches out. Gerard tightens his grip and…..
Jerry Andrews: Grimm reaches the ropes!
The referee breaks the hold. Angelo slowly stands up. He pulls Grimm to his feet. Grimm uppercuts him in the jaw, stunning him for a second. He hops to the second rope and hits a tornado DDT from the turnbuckle to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! He DRILLED Angelo to the ground!
Ace Anderson: But he can’t get the cover!
Angelo is on his stomach. Grimm slowly crawls over to him and he rolls him over with some difficulty. Finally, Grimm hooks the leg for the pinfall!
1...
2...
Ace Anderson: Did he get him!?
Jerry Andrews: I think he did!
Ace Anderson: Wait… the referee is saying two!
Jerry Andrews: My GOD that was close!
Ace Anderson: Grimm is so fatigued it took him a while to get over to Angelo and roll him over for the cover, and that allowed Gerard to recover enough to kick out!
Both men are down on the mat. Grimm slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. Gerard Angelo is still down on the mat. Grimm waits for Angelo to stand up, breathing heavily as he does. When Angelo rises, Grimm rushes at him with a clothesline. Grimm ducks it. Angelo turns around… Grimm does the same…. running single leg Yakuza kick!!!
Jerry Andrews: Blackfyre!!!!!
Angelo with the cover:
1….
2…………
3!!!!
Ace Anderson: He got him!!!!
Both Angelo and Grimm remain on the mat, neither man able to stand.
Jerry Andrews: What a match. WHAT. A. MATCH.
Ace Anderson: It could have gone either way, Jerry. Hats off to both of these men for the fight they went through tonight, and congratulations to the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament: Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Simply incredible. I am in awe of what I saw tonight!
Ace Anderson: You know what this means, Jerry? This means that, in the same year, Gerard Angelo has won the Deadly Rumble and the Icemann Invitational Tournament! 2020 is the Year of Angelo!
Holden Ross rushes down to the ring. Angelo and Grimm have still not moved. Ross pulls Angelo up to his feet and walks him over to the corner. Angelo braces himself against the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. Pyro explodes in the PCW Arena as the show comes to a close.
Kassandra Black: “As if! I’m just out her to ask you about your match tonight with Gerard and potentially against either Kyle Shane or Grimm. But if you are going to stand there, looking at me like a wolf looking at a pork chop, I’m getting the Hell out of here…”
He removes his glasses, folds the arms, and tucks them into an inside pocket of his jacket.
Holden Ross: “Kass, can I call you Kass?”
She doesn’t miss a beat.
Kassandra Black: “No..”
Holden continues on, undaunted.
Holden Ross: “Kass, tonight I'm…”
Kassandra scoffs in disgust and leaves, leaving Holden standing alone outside the arena.
Holden Ross: “Whats her problem?”
Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Living a Legacy XII
Living a Legacy XII
Sunday, May 10th, 2020
Only on PCW Network
"If evil lays its hands on me
Shine a little light on my soul
I'm waiting, praying, patiently
Shine a little light on my soul"
The PCW Arena is ON FIRE (not really - the crowd is just very excited) as Living a Legacy hits the air!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, Happy Mother's Day and welcome to Living a Legacy! I'm Jerry Andrews and what a show we have for you tonight, right Ace?
Ace Anderson: The Icemann Invitational Tournament comes to a close tonight! One of four men - Kyle Shane, Grimm, Gerard Angelo, or Holden Ross - will become the 2020 winner and win $100,000 as well as a guaranteed title opportunity to compete for any championship in Pure Class Wrestling at any time for up to one year!
Jerry Andrews: It's an opportunity that could change your life and one that you certainly want to take advantage of!
Ace Anderson: And now, down to the ring for our first match!
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW Underground Title!
The bloodthirsty savages called "The Faithful" are on their feet following the announcement.
Jerry Andrews: This has all the combustible elements of being downright ugly.
Ace Anderson: That's not a nice thing to say about Rick Majors face.
Jerry Andrews: How did Willard's look again after Grimm took a shovel to it?
Ace Anderson: Yeesh. Don't remind me.
Jerry Andrews: For the third year in a row, it's Majors and Willard waging war!
PCW Underground Championship
Underground Rules Match
Jason Willard (PCW Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors
Referee: Nigel Gale
Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 227 lbs, 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...AND GETTING ATTACKED!
Jerry Andrews: What is she doing here??
Rick Majors finds himself under duress against the ring ropes after Kristen Willard introduced a steel chair to his ribs. Majors catches a quick glimpse of his assailant just as she delivers another strike, this time landing it on his spine. Kristen stands over Majors and almost looks remorseful. That's until she puts one more dent in the weapon, this one courtesy of his head. The sound of the impact is quite violent.
Ace Anderson: A chip off the old block, wouldn't you say?
Jerry Andrews: We need to get some help for Rick before she can do any further damage.
Kristen backs away from her handiwork as officials race to check on Majors. The situation goes from bad to worse as "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains rocks the arena. Jason comes walking out in street clothes with the Underground title fastened around his waist. He enters the ring applauding his daughter, playfully quizzing her about which part of Rick's anatomy made what dent.
She answers and offers to show him how she did it, but he waves her off. Willard drags Majors out to the middle of the ring, takes possession of the chair, and then beats the bejesus out of him with it. Jason hands her the chair back and quickly ascends the buckles. He instructs Kristen to flip Majors over so that he's face down. After she does, he delivers a HIGH elevation frog splash!
Jerry Andrews: What a despicable human being! His actions alone are bad enough, but now he's passing his brand of anarchy down to his daughter??
Ace Anderson: Willard had a plan in mind for tonight and it looks like this match won't be happening after all.
While Majors writhes in pain, Willard gets up in his face with some unsavory language sprinkled into his taunts. There's laughter as he stands back up. Officials are finally allowed to do their job, but Willard is showered with chants of "ASSHOLE" from an enraged crowd. Jason kisses Kristen on the head as they share a side hug. The pair leave the ringside area just as a stretcher passes them by.
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, it looks like that match will not be happening and we have the unfortunate job to tell you that our other championship match scheduled tonight will not be happening either.
Ace Anderson: That's right. We hoped to see Cory Steel defend the PCW North American Championship against Alexa Black tonight, but he has not been cleared to compete. Due to an injury, Cory Steel has been pulled from the PCW active roster for the time being and the North American Title has been declared vacant.
Jerry Andrews: Cory had hoped that he would be cleared this evening, which is why this match was scheduled, but he could not pass the medical tests and thus is unable to compete tonight. We're just getting this information right now, but we'll have more news as soon as possible and I'm hearing rumors that there may be a plan to crown a new North American champion on he next episode of Trauma.
Ace Anderson: Moving on to more positive news, it's time for the semifinals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament!
But, before that happens, we head backstage where Shane Dodge is standing outside a locker room, Pandæmonium written across the door, holding a mic.
Shane Dodge: “Ladies and gentleman, I’m outside Pandæmonium’s locker room. I’m going to see if we can get a word with Holden Ross and Gerard Angelo before their match tonight.”
Shane raises his fist and raps on the door twice. The door opens and out spills the sounds of music, laughter and mixed voices, both men and women. Gerard Angelo steps out, shutting the door behind him quickly, seeing Shane try to peek inside. Gerry, dressed in his tights and a Pandæmonium T-shirt, crosses his arms over his chest.
Gerard Angelo: “What do you want, Dodge? We’re trying to prepare for tonight.”
Shane Dodge: “Seems you guys are celebrating early.”
Shane gestures towards the door. Gerard chuckles
Gerard Angelo: “Pre-match rituals, Shane. You would know about those if you were a competitor and not a TMZ knock off running around, knockin’ on locker room doors for a scoop people will forget about as soon as the next match happens.”
Shane frowns slightly but quickly moves past it.
Shane Dodge: “I want to get your thoughts on your semi-final match tonight against your own stable mate, Holden Ross.”
Gerard Angelo: “What about it, Shane? Tonight the faithful get to see a dream match of epic proportions. “The Human Wrecking Ball” versus “The Living Legend”. “The Bastard versus The Hollywood Hero”. Holden Ross versus Gerard Angelo. A main event in any arena around the world. And they get to see it in the semifinal.”
Shane Dodge: “Sure. But do you think Pandæmonium can withstand this?”
Gerry chuckles as Shane puts the microphone close to his face.
Gerard Angelo: “We’ve been getting that question a lot ever since I won the Last Chance Battle Royal. ‘Can your group handle the fact that one of you needs to lose to advance?’ And it was more than a question. It was hoping. It was pleading. They’re hoping this will cause friction among us. They are trying to find the cracks in our armor. Everyone who fears the chaos and change we represent. And I will tell you the same thing I told them. Pandæmonium is not defined by individual accomplishments and accolades. We are united by a singular mission. To tear down Pure Class Wrestling brick by brick, and rebuild it in our image.”
Shane goes to ask another question, but Gerard snatches the mic out of his hand and stares at him
Gerard Angelo: “PCW needs us to win this tournament, Shane. We have taken responsibility. PCW is being held up on our shoulders. The company needs us. It needs the change, Shane. Look at this card, tonight. What is it missing? Tell me, Shane.”
Shane looks back at the camera guy before looking at Gerard. He goes to answer but is cut off.
Gerard Angelo: “The World Champion, Shane. Tell me, since you’re the investigative journalist, where Stormm is? The man hasn’t wrestled a match in months. The man who’s supposed to be the face of the company, hasn’t been around. Sure, he showed up last Trauma, if only to attack us like the coward he is. And this man, this paper champion, gets another show off? A Pay-Per-View, no less. Gets to stuff his ridiculous reign as champion with extra days because he doesn't have to defend. This is the kind of sh*t that has to stop.”
Gerard hands the mic back to Shane and goes to go back in the locker room, when Shane asks another question.
Shane Dodge: “Say you were to win, though, do you have a preference on who you want to face between Grimm or Kyle Shane?”
Gerard stops and turns back with a smirk.
Gerard Angelo: “Finally, a good question for once. See, I’ve given it a lot of thought. A lot. Do I want to face Grimm and get my long deserved revenge for him trying to end my career? Or do I want to face Kyle Shane in our rubber match? See the thing is, Shane, both of them are egomaniacs that need to be taken down a notch. But that’s not their only similarities. Both of them have a weird attraction to Brenna Gordon. Which is fine, I guess, if you like girls who smell like a fish market. That’s besides the point though. Holden and I are ready for either of them. And while Grimm and Kyle think they are going to steal the show, I promise byt the end of the night, Pandæmonium will be the only thing everyone is talking about. See ya, Shane.”
Gerard reaches out and messes up Shane’s hair before going back into the locker room to rejoin his compatriots.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a semifinal match in the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament!
The crowd cheers.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first...
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a high waisted blue leather jacket with armored shoulder pads, lined scallops that meet in a spider insignia on the back, a high snapped up collar, and yellow lining on the inside reminiscent of Zane the Operative from Borderlands 3. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response:
"God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone,
It can't out matched, it can't be outrun,
NO!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky..."
Sasha Greene: ... from Boston, Massachusetts: KYLE SHANE!!!
There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Catalyst, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Kyle stops halfway down the aisle, snapping the collar of the Zane cosplay jacket upright. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances one knee on the ropes, hanging on to the top for a moment, an infuriating smirk breaking across his face. As the song begins slowing down into Chester's solo, Kyle fluidly slips between the ropes, spins towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the leather jacket and begins stretching for the match.
Sasha Greene: And, his opponent...
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Sasha Greene: ... from Hangtown, Kentucky: GRIMM!!!
2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Semifinal Match
Singles Match
Singles Match
Grimm vs Kyle Shane
Referee: Ty Little
DING
DING
DING
Ace Anderson: And here we go, a shot in the Icemann Invitational Tournament Final on the line. And these two men will not pull any punches!
Kyle Shane makes Ace's statement true as he slams into Grimm’s face with a right hand to start the match. Grimm backs up, shrugs as if to say “okay, so this is how it’s going to be” and he fires back with a shot of his own. Kyle absorbs it and returns fire with a shot of his own. The two men trade three punches a piece, until Shane finally ducks a left jab and scores with a short kick to the ribs. He seizes on the opportunity and hits a shoulder block that staggers Grimm, sending him into the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Shane with the early edge here. A knockdown there with a big clothesline!
Ace Anderson: Shane just knocked Grimm over the top rope to the outside! Now a hard baseball slide and Grimm just dropped like a lead weight to the outside of the ring!
Shane is about to follow under the ropes, but decides to go to the top turnbuckle instead of heading outside. He waits as Grimm struggles to get up...
Ace Anderson: Oh! What a crossbody press there! From the top rope… to the outside!
Jerry Andrews: A big risk by Kyle Shane but it paid off!
The two men claw at one another as they get to their feet. Kyle maintains the advantage and swings Grimm towards the steel steps - but the Hangtown Horror reverses it and sends Shane flying into the metal. Shane grunts and grimaces in pain as his ribs are rattled.
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane hit those steps hard! He’s had an injury history too!
Grimm gets Shane to his knees and smashes his forearm across Kyle's face, then kicks him sharply in the gut, sending Shane back to the floor. Grimm now gets Kyle back up and tosses him under the bottom rope. He hammers away with forearm shots to the small of the back.
Jerry Andrews: Speaking of an injury history, Grimm is now continuing to work the back.. and oh.. nice backbreaker there. Here's a cover... but just two!
Ace Anderson: Plenty of fight left in Kyle Shane.
Grimm continues to impose his will on Kyle Shane as he scores with a pair of clotheslines. Shane tries to stop his opponent from hitting with a spinebuster, but Grimm counters that reversal with an inverted atomic drop.
Ace Anderson: And now a DDT! That should do it!
1...
2.....
Jerry Andrews: No sir! Shane's mind must be swimming, but he's still going at it.
As Kyle Shane gets to his feet, Grimm looks to score with some more rights and lefts to the head, but Kyle manages to dodge. He slips under Grimm's right arm and reaches back with a neckbreaker.
Ace Anderson: Good move by Shane. A chance here to regroup perhaps!
Grimm gets to his feet first, despite taking the brunt of the previous maneuver, but Shane stops the his momentum again with a drop toe hold. Shane goes on the offensive now with a pair of right hands. He goes off the far ropes..
Jerry Andrews: A running enziguri! Right to the face! Grimm is down! The cover!
1.... 2....
Ace Anderson: Grimm stays alive. Kyle Shane was a half second away from the tournament final, but Grimm got the shoulder up!
Shane stays on top of Grimm, trying to choke him out, but the ref warns the challenge about such actions and forces a break. Grimm takes the opportunity to gather his wits and counters Kyle's offense.
Ace Anderson: We’ve reached the point in the match where both men have been hit very hard several times. Your gameplan kind of goes out the window once you’ve been slugged a few times. They’re just trying to survive now!
Grimm clotheslines Shane to the mat. He pulls him up, but Shane fires back with several right hands. He then kicks Grimm in he midsection and sets him up. Grimm powers free and Irish whips Shane.
Ace Anderson: Shane into the ropes now…. and a huge back body drop..
Jerry Andrews: Landed on his feet and… GODDESS WHITE SWORD!!
Kyle Shane goes for a cover:
1….
2….
Kickout! Shane pulls Grimm up, but Grimm quickly hits a few chops then whips Shane across the ring and follows quickly with a HUGE clothesline! Shane is knocked down, but gets to his feet quickly. He stumbles back and Grimm follows him and drops him with a big missile drop kick!
Jerry Andrews: Big move there by Grimm!
Shane begins to climb to his feet, but Grimm kicks him in the midsection. Grimm follows it up with a few knee drops right into the small of his back.
Jerry Andrews: Softening up Shane's back here
Ace Anderson: Makes sense. It's basically a target painted on Kyle Shane now, unfortunately for him.
Grimm grabs Shane and picks him up to his feet. Grimm throws him into the corner and begins stomping at him. One, Two, Three, Four, Five stomps and Shane slumps down into the corner. Grimm grabs him by the leg and pulls him into the center of the ring. Grimm stomps at the back a few more times, then rolls him onto his stomach.
Ace Anderson: There is a major strategy here.
Jerry Andrews: Target the back of Shane.
Grimm stands over Shane, and then sits down and sets him up in a CAMEL CLUTCH!!!!
Jerry Andrews: You don’t see Grimm use this move very often, but given the circumstances.....
Ace Anderson: Given the circumstances it's great strategy.
Kyle is screaming in agony as the ref continues to check on him.
Jerry Andrews: Shane is a very resilient man, but this may be too much for him.
Ace Anderson: You may be right.
The ref is still checking on Kyle.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, you were obviously a very accomplished wrestler. Is this a strategy of Grimm's sound?
Ace Anderson: No doubt about it. I've already said it was, but of course you weren't paying attention to my expertise. If your back is screwed up, it takes away most of your offense. Add that to Kyle's injury history, and he's in deep trouble here.
Kyle Shane manages to get his right arm and he pries away at Grimm’s fingers. Realizing the hold will soon be broken, Grimm releases his grip and slams his body down on Shane’s spine. Grimm now picks Kyle up to his feet, and sets him up a fisherman’s suplex, but Shane breaks free and quickly hits a high velocity shotgun dropkick!
Jerry Andrews: Shadow of Starlight!
Ace Anderson: There is still life in him!
Shane begins to come back to life, as does Grimm. Grimm goes for a big roundhouse punch, but Shane ducks it and hits Grimm with a roundhouse sweeping leg maneuver which takes Grimm down to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Nice surprise move by Shane!
Kyle Shane bounces off the ropes and hits Grimm with a leg drop. Shane picks up Grimm, but he catches an elbow from the Hangtown Horror. Grimm attempts to follow it up with a big punch, but Shane kicks him in the stomach and hits a sitout facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is feeling it now!
Shane picks Grimm up once again and kicks him in the gut. Shane runs off the ropes and hits a HUGE running knee lift! Whipping Grimm into the ropes, Shane attempts a dropkick, but Grimm dodges it and counters with a big clothesline as Shane gets to his feet. Grimm then follows it up by hitting Shane with a hard body slam.
Jerry Andrews: These two men are hitting each other with everything they have! I can feel these shots from here!
Bouncing off the ropes, Grimm delivers a wicked elbow drop. Hooking the leg, Grimm goes for the cover:
1…
2…
Kickout by Kyle Shane!
Not letting up, Grimm mounts Shane and gives him a series of punches as Shane tries to cover up. Picking him up, Grimm delivers a big vertical suplex. Getting Shane in a power bomb position, Grimm attempts a sit out powerbomb but Shane reverses it and counters with a DDT.
Jerry Andrews: Shane has been reversing everything tonight!!
Ace Anderson: Like him or not, he's incredibly experienced! He definitely knows his way around a ring, even though he's had a lot of time off due to injury.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these men have won this tournament before, and they’re both looking to become two-time winners tonight!
Ace Anderson: And who, perchance, is the only two-time winner?
Jerry Andrews: Sigh…. you, Ace.
Ace Anderson: Thank you very much.
Kyle Shane whips Grimm to the turnbuckle and delivers a series of kicks that send Grimm down to the mat. Picking Grimm up again, Shane whips him to the ropes but Grimm takes him down with a spear! Grimm then gets up and takes a step back to compose himself. As he does, Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet. Boom! Spinebuster by Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane hit the mat HARD there!
Ace Anderson: And right on the back too!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1…
2…
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane kicks out!
Grimm pulls his opponent up, but Kyle surprises him with a Pele kick! Both men slowly get to their feet. Grimm swings at Shane. Shane ducks it, twists his arm and hits the Obsidian Block! Kyle Shane with a cover now:
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: No! Grimm got his shoulder up at the last second!
Shane pulls Grimm up. He hooks one arm…
Jerry Andrews: Looking for the Deathbringer!
Grimm breaks free! He sets Shane up…. wheelbarrow facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Foddershock!
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: The match continues! Kyle Shane kicked out!
Grimm stands up and he mounts the second turnbuckle. He waits for Shane to get to his feet. When he does, Grimm leaps off…
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest… no!
Shane shoves Grimm away before he can hit the Harvest! Shane kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. Shane takes a step and steps towards his doubled over opponent….
Jerry Andrews: CRIT!
Ace Anderson: NO!
Grimm moves away at the last second and Kyle stomps the mat. He turns around to face his opponent and is hit with a kick to the stomach.
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest!
Ace Anderson: This time he got it!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1…
2…
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm wins! He advances to the final!
Ace Anderson: What a hard fought, grueling match between these two men!
Jerry Andrews: And don't you dare go to get another drink, we've got our second semifinal match happening.... RIGHT NOW!!!
Sasha Greene: This is a semi-final match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament and it is scheduled for one fall!
Jerry Andrews: This should be a really interesting one. Two members of Pandaemonium with only one able to move on and face Grimm in the final.
Ace Anderson: This is a travesty! Tournament or not, they shouldn't be forced to compete against each other. Despite what they're saying publicly, what if this splinters the group??
Jerry Andrews: You won't get any complaints from me.
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 ascends the ring steps and pauses to wipe his feet on the mat before slipping into the ring. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and raises his fists into the air. After climbing down, he removes his jacket and drops it onto the apron for Tabitha to pick up. He then leans into his corner, looking bored, waiting for the match to start.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
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 pounds, 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.
2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Semifinal Match
Singles Match
Singles Match
Holden Ross vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!
DING!
DING!
Gerard and Holden size each other up while circling the ring. The faithful eagerly wait for them to tear each other apart. Holden leans in for a grapple, but Gerard slips around to avoid it. Holden faces him with a smirk. Gerard offers to shake his hand, which Holden...responds to with a shove! Gerard hits the buckles and comes out fired up with...a finger poke?! Holden falls like he was just murdered. Gerard takes the pin with a leg hooked.
1!
2!
3!!
The bell is called for! The fans are unsure of what the hell to make of what just happened, but Gerard is up celebrating the matter.
Jerry Andrews: You've got to be kidding me!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: What a way to desecrate the tournament. This shouldn't be allowed to happen!
Ace Anderson: I think it was one heck of a brilliant plan. Grimm isn't going to be at full strength, but Gerard is. They took advantage of going second and well, pulled one over on everybody!
There is a bro-hug in the ring as the boos come loud. Gerard taps the side of his head while smiling arrogantly. The two exit the ring, but continue celebrating what they orchestrated.
Jerry Andrews: Well, Grimm is going to have his work cut out for him in the tournament final...
The arena falls into darkness, but the wait won't be long. The first AAH that opens "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains showers the faithful in red. It alternates between that and darkness in between the next three. The hard hitting guitar riffs of Jerry Cantrell and Mike Starr cause the top of the stage to flash silver.
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. Weighing 250 lbs, he is the PCW Underground Champion, "The Anarchist" JASON WILLARD!
As Layne Staley begins singing the first verse, Willard walks through white fog and into a sea of enormously loud boos.
Willard taunts the fans with manic glee before shoving the cameraman out of his way. A running slide puts him inside of the ring, where he then flips off the fans while grinning like a cheshire cat after getting up. The lights return to normal while Willard paces around holding a microphone.
Jerry Andrews: He's got a lot of nerve coming back out here.
Ace Anderson: There's nothing that says he can't.
Jerry Andrews: Well, damnit, there should be! He conspired with his offspring to end Rick Majors' career tonight and it may have happened!
Before speaking, he basks in the fans hatred of him.
Jason Willard: For those of you that still have eyesight, I'm still THE reigning King of the Underground and Rick Majors is still the king of receiving ---he mockingly uses air quotes--- medical assistance at one of the local facilities.
Willard yawns at the booing now before slapping the title he has around his waist.
Jason Willard: I don't give a shit about him, just like I don't give a shit about any of you. So let's talk about people I DO care about. As everyone knows, today is Mother's Day. So to my mother and especially to my wife, I love you and am thankful for everything you do and have done. Now then...
As a parent, there is nothing better than seeing your child be successful. As a parent, I have never had a more prouder moment in this business --- not from any title I have won nor my induction into the Hall of Fame --- than I had earlier when my little girl, Kristen, did what she did to Rick Majors! It was a moment I'll always cherish!
So, with that in mind, let's get a referee out here. I want this officially reflected in the record book, my name announced as the winner AND my arm raised in victory.
PCW Underground Championship
Underground Rules Match
Jason Willard (PCW Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors
Referee: Nigel Gale
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on....
Willard sees a referee racing to the ring. Being in the mood he's in, he holds the ropes open for him and even offers a handshake. Willard is shown providing instructions on what to do. That is...until he sees Rick Majors on the tron. The faithful erupt in cheers as the wounded Majors makes his way to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Not so fast, Willard! Rick Majors may not be 100%, but he's here and he's ready to kick your ass all the way back to California!
That referee has since been disposed of. Willard's disbelief leads him to throwing his title aside and to take a defensive stance as his wide-eyed rage begins fuelling him.
"Wastelands" by Linkin Park hits. Rick Majors wastes little time vengefully making his way to the ring. Willard goes out after him. Majors breaks a wooden crutch across his midsection and then turns the splintered parts into dual weapons to work the champ over. Willard is unable to make much of a retreat as his back gets the brunt end of things. Willard is spun around and hit combination style in the head.
Majors discards those in order to send Willard crashing back and forth into the guardrails. He tries a strike, but Majors blocks and dishes ten of his own. Willard staggers towards the ring. Once he turns around, Majors wipes him out with a running clothesline. Off come the bandages. Then the protective mat. Willard is stopped from escaping into the ring. Majors pulls him to the exposed concrete where he then hits a DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Oh! Spots like that can lead to concussions!
Willard is lifted and ran backwards against the ring post. Inside the ring now, Majors is putting the boots to Willard. This is followed by a knee lift. Willard pulls himself away from Majors, then turns around to beg him off. Majors boots him in the midsection instead. Willard gets whipped to a corner and crushed with a clothesline. To the opposite and another, this time with a running bulldog to follow. Willard is pinned.
1.
Willard moves his shoulder off the mat. Rick sits on his knees, but appears just a tad disoriented thanks to the earlier chair shot. Willard is picked up again and sent to the ropes. He hangs on and ducks underneath the bottom. After collapsing onto a knee, he turns just in time to take a baseball slide. Majors rolls out and takes possession of the first weapon he can find: a thick cable.
Willard's back gets lacerated by several nasty whips. Majors reaches into the crowd and grabs a beer. He pours this over the fresh wounds! Willard cries out in pain, but there isn't a sympathetic ear anywhere to be found. Willard prevents a reverse DDT by way of a counter drop toe hold. Majors head just narrowly avoids the edge of the ring steps, so he instead lands at a bent angle.
Willard uses the ring skirt to get to his feet. His back is still full of alcoholic sting which is seen in his reaction. Majors gets propped on the ring steps and then Willard steps onto the apron. With one lunge, he executes a curb stomp on the middle step. Willard slumps into a seated position as he glares at Rick. "You shouldn't have returned, you fucking Canadian piece of shit!"
Ace Anderson: He's about to show Majors why.
Jerry Andrews: And will get a response showing why he did.
Willard hits a nasty leaping German suplex on the outside floor, compromising Rick's head, neck and shoulders. Willard rolls through, but Majors falls forward. The momentum propels Willard into the ring post! Cheers from the crowd fire Rick to get back up. Willard catches him with a sudden discus lariat for his troubles. Willard checks his forehead before taking control of Majors.
Willard relentlessly slams him face first on the announce table. Majors fires up and slams Willard's own face three times off it before receiving an overhead belly to belly suplex. Majors has his head at just the right angle to take a table assisted DDT! Willard tosses him back on the commentary table and then joins him.
Majors refuses to stay down! Heavy forearm shots stun Willard, but he doesn't want to play nice, so he shoves his thumbs into Majors eyes, raking them with all of the anger in the world. Majors is left to claw at them. Willard partially picks him up to deliver a stiff European uppercut and then an attempted piledriver. Rick counters with a back body drop!
Jerry Andrews: I think we need to get out of harm's way before we become part of the action.
Ace Anderson: Those days are long gone for me. I'm retired after all!
Willard is picked up for Believe In This!, but he counters with a release northern lights suplex into the second row! Willard hops into the crowd and is pelted by a flying chair. Thankfully his nose isn't broken. He braces himself against the barricade. Majors throws another one at him while attempting to get up. It's deflected.
Willard wades through the steel sea and manages to kick Majors in the throat. Action makes its way further into the faithful with Willard dragging the wheezing Majors to the nearest pair of steps. Willard slingshots Majors onto the steel rail leading up. Rick won't stay down! He promptly uses the direction to slide down and get Willard with a heavy strike.
Willard counters with a split legged jawbreaker and then attacks him up to the tunnel. Majors is shoved against one of the walls and then gets his head crushed by a spinning roundhouse kick. Willard spins Rick around so that his back is facing the crowd. Willard lifts him up in a powerbomb. He runs, but his release is countered by a hurricanrana that sends him tumbling unceremoniously down the cement steps.
Rick clings to his head as he moves towards the steps and the raucous crowd. He's held up by his ribs and back as the earlier attack remains with him. Step by step he moves closer to his rival, who by this point is slowly crawling in the direction of the ring. Majors brings a chair with him and as a response from earlier, slams it over and over onto Willard's back until it can no longer be used. Each shot is counted by fans and it seems to fuel Majors more and more.
Jerry Andrews: He's wearing him out! There are plenty of chairs around should he choose to keep going.
Ace Anderson: I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you?
Jerry Andrews: You're damn right!
Willard is sent back towards the ring. Majors climbs over the rail then chooses to take action back inside. Willard refuses an Irish whip, so he takes an arm wrench and a hook kick for it. But Majors doesn't let go. Willard suddenly counters the second attempted whip with The Happiest Place On Earth! He flips himself over to a pin.
1!
2!
Majors kicks out! Willard turns over so that he's face down on the mat. Majors remains laid out from the signature move and at this point, both aren't moving so swiftly. Still, Willard is up first and he gives Rick a Garvin stomp, then a double stomp to his face. Willard exits the ring to go find the Underground title. He returns with it in hand. The Centre of Attention! With one signature, Rick has put the belt back in his face! Willard stumbles into the ropes and should be thankful he can hold them for support.
Majors lays the title out center ring and then leads Willard over to it. Major Damage is blocked. Majors jams his elbow into the crown of Willard's head. His next attempt is successful! Majors now introduces an ominous ladder to the mix. He sets it up and then works Willard over to plenty of cheers. He attempts to lift him up, but Willard short-arm clotheslines and then spikes Majors with a DDT.
Willard eventually drags himself up the ladder. Rung by rung he pulls himself up until he's seated on the top. Middle fingers are raised for everyone sitting in the arena. Majors throws the Underground title at his face like a frisbee. It hits him flush and nearly takes him down. Majors meets him near the top...SUPERPLEX OFF THE LADDER! Majors rolls around holding his back. As does Willard. Majors pulls himself over to make the cover.
1!
2!
3!
NO! Willard somehow gets a shoulder up in order to beat the count. Willard takes Majors to his feet. Rick starts to pepper Willard with heavy handed strikes! He sends The Anarchist into the ladder. On the rebound, Majors scores with Tainted Excellence! Willard is rolled over. Majors covers.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
The collective cheering sections have their hopes dashed out like the 49ers in the Super Bowl. Majors grabs Willard by the hair and is hit with a split legged jawbreaker. Willard finds a sudden burst of energy. Tragic Kingdom onto the ladder! Willard works over the ribs that his daughter tenderized with a steel chair earlier. Majors is rammed sideways against the corner. Willard grinds his forearm into the injured ribs. Then a series of shoulders. Willard delivers a side backbreaker and then pushes those ribs across his knee. Majors is left in a heap as Willard fastens the Underground title around his waist.
Willard climbs the ladder again. HIGH elevation frog splash!! Majors rolls around holding his midsection, so too does Willard, which prevents him from getting the immediate cover. The champ pounds on the mat before unbuckling the title. He drags himself over to make the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Jerry Andrews: NO! Majors is still alive!
Ace Anderson: But how?!
Willard digs his fingers into his scalp. He sits himself near a struggling Rick Majors. "Fuck...you!" Both men start to exchange rights and lefts, picking up where things began! The crowd is going bonkers for all of this. Nobody gets the upper hand, but both find enough of a second wind to pick up the force behind their strikes. Willard reaches into the heel playbook by delivering a punt kick to the groin. He staggers backwards to a corner as Majors is neutralized.
KANLM! NO! Majors sidesteps the finisher. He hasn't fully recovered, but he goes for Major Damage! Willard cartwheels himself out of it. Boot to the midsection from Majors. Believe In This on the ladder! Willard is thrown over onto his back. Majors collapses on him.
1!
2!
3!---NO! Shoulder!
Willard suddenly pulls Majors into a small package.
1!
2!
3---KICK OUT!
Both get up out of sheer adrenaline. KANLM connects this time! Willard's finisher may have been renamed into an acronym using the first letters of his children's names, but it's still as effective as it's ever been. Majors is looking up at the lights. Willard is on his back getting a bit of a breather. Just as cheers had done for Majors earlier, boos seem to fuel Willard into pulling himself over to a pin and win situation. He gets there and hooks a leg.
1!
2!
3!
RICK MAJORS BEATS THE COUNT!!
Willard shoots up like a bolt of lightning with a look of absolute disbelief on his face. MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS! go the chants. Willard challenges the count while pushing himself to stand up. He starts having a fit once the explanation is given. Willard's temper distracts him long enough for Rick to nail a headlock driver, or as he calls it, Major Damage! Willard is pinned.
1!
2!
3!---HE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Majors doesn't go the challenging route. Instead, he brings a table into the ring. Well, eventually, because both men have taken the other to the limit. The table is stood up and the ladder is pushed out. Willard is assisted to his feet. While on spaghetti legs, he surprises Rick with a pop-up powerbomb. Willard collapses into the ropes. He gathers enough of his awareness in order to place himself in position for Greetings From Orange County. The wait on Majors gives him a minor reprieve.
Willard curses Majors out prior to launching a springboard. He hits the forearm smash, but it has little oomph behind it, allowing Majors to surprise him with The Major Impact through the table!! Rick twists himself into enough of a pin. The referee clears debris and makes the count.
1!
2!
3!!
There's no kick out this time, so let the jubilation begin over a Linkin Park soundtrack.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Underground Champion, Rick Majors!
Jerry Andrews: What an absolute WAR! Despite the devious plan hatched earlier by the Willard's, despite "The Anarchist" giving him all he could handle, Rick Majors survived it all and is once again Underground champion!
Ace Anderson: Tarnishing the very legacy of the division in the process as only he can.
Jerry Andrews: You STILL refuse to give him his proper due??
Ace Anderson: I'll start a hotline and you can pay $2.99 a minute to find out! Kidding aside, Rick is the toughest forty-eight year old I've ever seen.
An exhausted Rick Majors is awarded the Underground title, but his victory hasn't registered. The music cues and cheers of the faithful do nothing to tip him off either. He eventually is able to lift himself up under his own power, but stumbles backwards into the ropes. Willard is in no better shape as he slowly stirs to his own feet. Both men are checked over and give responses in the affirmative that they're okay.
Majors finally gets the chance to wipe some of the purple spray off of his face and then he gives a look at the faceplate of the title. Willard shifts his look in the direction of his nemesis, shaking his head disapprovingly. Just as he moves to take a leave, Majors yells in order to get his attention. He's slow on the approach, but as he gets there, the two have a face-off.
Majors extends his hand! Willard looks at it for a second. "You want me to break that for you?" Majors doesn't lower his hand. Willard shakes his head and then turns away. After taking a step, he turns back around and shakes his hand after all. It's quick and without any surprise incidents, but the hatred they have for the other may have just turned into respect. Willard finally leaves as Majors gets the stage to himself.
Jerry Andrews: Wow.... I am shocked. What a night we've had so far... and we're not done yet!
Ace Anderson: Not by a long shot! We still have to find out who will become the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Champion!
Before we get to that match, however, the lights in the arena all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage, a slight limp in his step. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk strangely absent from his face.
When the lights return to arena, David walks towards the ring, the limp becoming more prominent as he approaches ringside. He ignores the fans as he passes by. A few want high-fives or just to touch him, but David stays just out of reach, quickly reaching his destination.
As he approaches ringside, he immediately heads towards the steps. Once on the apron, he waits a few minutes before getting into the ring. When he rises to his feet, his face grimaces. The fans unsure of how to react.
Dressed to the nines in an out of character black suit with a white button-up shirt and black tie, David hobbles towards the opposite ropes. He quickly grabs a mic before returning to the middle of the ring. His music fades away as the mic rises to his lips.
David Hunter: I won't...waste a lot of time. I'll get right to the point. You see...ever since I've come back to PCW last month, I've been wrestling with an injury in my knee. I figured...it's fine. It's not that painful. It's easy to work with. Unfortunately...after my match with Kyle Shane a couple of weeks ago...that injury has been exacerbated. Now...I took my time and spoke with both my personal doctors and Pure Class Wrestling's doctors. They both advised me to check out a specialist. So I did.
David lowers the mic, clearing his throat before continuing.
David Hunter: The doctor's advice was quite simple: my knee is pretty banged up to the point that...if I continue to wrestle or actively do what I do outside of the ring...than I could be looking at a potential bum knee for the rest of my life. So he told me that we needed to do surgery on it. Now...that's not a problem. The problem is that the surgery and recovery will take me out of action for 4-7 months.
This gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, some sympathetic while others hold ill-will towards David.
David Hunter: Trust me. I understand that I am far from the most-liked person on this roster or in the back, but the last time I wanted to do was to leave my brothers alone. However, after speaking with the two of them, we've all agreed it's the best thing to do. And after speaking with Pure Class management...they have agreed as well. So it is with a heavy heart that I must announce...that I will be absent for a while.
David drops the mic, staring out at the crowd who continue their mixed reaction.
David Hunter: However...just because my knee is fucked doesn't mean that it won't get better. The doctors predict that once everything's all healed up...I could be in the best shape of my life. And I won't have to worry about breaking a muscle, about straining my back. The only thing I'd have to worry about is how much victor one man can get. So as little as it matters to those in the back, take heed. I still have Alexa and Brenna who want revenge. Fine. Take your turn and we'll meet up once I'm back. I still want my rematch for the North American Championship. Fantastic. Whoever the champion is better have eyes in the back of their head. And as for Pandæmonium...
David smirks.
David Hunter: ....let's just say that we've been coasting on momentum for the last few months. Once I'm back at full capacity...not a damn thing in this company is going to keep us down.
David throws the mic to the mat. "The Night" by Voltaire returns to the PA system. David exits the ring, taking time to watch his leg as he limps to the back.
Ace Anderson: I wish David Hunter all the best and look forward to seeing him return to the ring better than ever!
Jerry Andrews: Of course you do!
Ace Anderson: You don't? You enjoy seeing a man injured and unable to earn a living?
Jerry Andrews: No... ummm.... of course I wish him well, it's just....
Ace Anderson: You just had to take a shot at me, didn't you, Jerry? This is a man's career we're talking about here!
Jerry Andrews: Of course. Of course I wish him well.
Ace Anderson: And I hope he's watching right now because he's about to see his buddy Gerard Angelo win the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament!
Jerry Andrews: Well, I think Grimm will have something to say about that. He's one of the most dominant competitors in PCW history, you know.
Ace Anderson: Oh, I know! He's the wrestler of the decade! But he's no Gerard Angelo....
We return to ringside for the match.
Sasha Greene: The following match is the final match in the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament!
The crowd explodes.
Sasha Greene: The winner of this match will become the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Champion, receiving the prestigious receive TIIT Trophy as well as $100,000 as well as one guaranteed title opportunity to compete for any championship in Pure Class Wrestling at any time for up to one year!
Sasha Greene: Introducing first...
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Sasha Greene: ... from Hangtown, Kentucky: GRIMM!
Jerry Andrews: Here is Grimm who went through a brutal contest against Kyle Shane earlier this evening.
Ace Anderson: And he's about to face Gerard Angelo, who is as fresh as a spring daisy on this fine Mother's Day evening!
Jerry Andrews: Do you think that's fair?
Ace Anderson: This is the Icemann Invitational Tournament! It's the chance of a lifetime! EVERYTHING is fair!
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
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 pounds, 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.
2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament Final
Singles Match
Singles Match
Grimm/Kyle Shane vs Holden Ross/Gerard Angelo
Referee: Manny Cruz
The bell rings. Just as Grimm steps towards the center of the ring, Gerard Angelo meets him with a One Hit Wonder!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo with a huge move right out of the gate!
Angelo goes for a cover and gets two! Grimm shoves him back and retreats to the corner.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo is basically a fresh competitor after that farce of a match earlier tonight while Grimm went through a war with Kyle Shane.
Ace Anderson: Angelo is so smart, isn’t he?
Angelo steps towards Grimm, but the Hangtown Horror kicks him in the stomach and then hits him with an elbow to the back of the head. Grimm now sets him up… DDT down to the mat!
Gerard Angelo rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Grimm follows him to the outside. Angelo takes a walk around the ring, then re-enters without Grimm touching him.
Jerry Andrews: Mind games here by Gerard Angelo.
Ace Anderson: I love it!
As Grimm rolls back into the ring, Angelo immediately starts stomping on him. He then pulls him up and Irish whips him hard into the corner. He charges in, but Grimm gets out of the way and Angelo his the turnbuckles hard.
Grimm spins Angelo around and hits him with a body punch combination in the corner and then finishes it off with a straight kick to the chest. Angelo slumps into the turnbuckle and Grimm mounts him and unloads on his face with punches!
Jerry Andrews: Here we go now.. 1.. 2.. 3... 4..
Ace Anderson: Look at that!
Jerry Andrews: Good GOD what a powerbomb! Hard to ignore shots to the face but Angelo was able to do it and he just drove Grimm through the mat!
But the punches have taken their toll. Angelo is unable to make any kind of move towards his opponent as it relates to making a cover. Eventually the two get to their feet and they circle one another carefully.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo little more cautious now. Some more circling.
Grimm with an ankle pick and Angelo is on his back. Angelo rolls over, but he leaves his right arm open for attack and Grimm pounces on the opportunity and tries to lock in a submission move.
Jerry Andrews: He’s got his right arm in an arm bar!
Angelo struggles onward. After a full minute of struggle, ge gets three of his fingers on his left hand wrapped around the bottom rope. The referee immediately calls for a break. Grimm gets to his feet and lays the boots to Angelo. He scoops up his opponent onto the top turnbuckle. He gets his two feet on the middle rope looking for a superplex...
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo fighting back here! Just using left jabs! And now a right hook right across the face of Grimm. He may have stunned him there!
Ace Anderson: OH MY!
Using his good left arm, Angelo hooks Grimm's head and leaps from the top rope smashing the him into the canvas with a modified bulldog. Both men sprawl across the canvas and Grimm is laid out on his back.
Ace Anderson: Cover him! Get him!
Jerry Andrews: This could be it already!
1....
2....
NO!
Ace Anderson: Oh come on!
Jerry Andrews: How the hell did Grimm get his shoulder off the canvas?
Angelo weakly gets to his feet and waits for his opponent to do so as well. He tags Grimm in the face with a couple of left hands and then Irish whips him into the ropes. As Grimm rebounds, Angelo smacks him with a left forearm clothesline.
Jerry Andrews: Clothesline there by Gerard. And a second. Scooping him up here. Sidewalk slam! The cover..
1...
2...
Ace Anderson: Dammit! Come on!
Jerry Andrews: Another kick out by Grimm.
Ace Anderson: This is smart wrestling by Angelo. He knows Grimm is tired. He wants to end this before it goes on any longer.
Gerard Angelo once again gets Grimm to his feet, but this time his shots to the face are blocked and met with a series of right hands followed by a boot to the stomach. Gerard grabs his stomach as Grimm grabs his head and slams it back onto the mat. Grimm drops down for a pinning cover. 1.… kick out.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is too strong!
Jerry Andrews: Wow… you’re too much.
Ace Anderson: Thank you.
Jerry Andrews: That wasn’t a compliment.
Grimm stands up and waits for Gerard to to his feet. Grimm and Gerard with another collar elbow tie up. Gerard with powers out with a scoop slam on Grimm. Grimm gets to his feet. Gerard with a right knocking Grimm into the ropes. As Grimm comes off the ropes, Gerard hits a spinebuster. Gerard to his feet. He drops an elbow on Grimm.
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is in full control now!
Gerard pulls Grimm up with him to his feet. hH grabs Grimm and hits a snap suplex taking him to the mat. Gerard gets to his feet as Grimm rises slower. Gerard comes in at Grimm. Grimm with a drop toe hold on Gerard as his neck hits the bottom rope. Grimm rolls Gerard up, but Gerard kicks out at one!
Ace Anderson: No chance!
Grimm and Angelo both get to their feet at about the same time. Grimm with a left and a right. He then picks his opponent up and drops him on his knee and flipping him to the mat. Grimm gets to his feet and he hits a leg drop. Grimm pulls Angelo, but Gerard with an elbow to the sternum of Grimm then another. Grimm fires back with a kick to the stomach followed by a suplex.
Jerry Andrews: Back and forth and back and forth between these two
Grimm helps Gerard Angelo to his feet to send him into the ropes. Grimm bends down but Gerard with a leap frog over him. Grimm turns around as Angelo catches him with a forearm smash off the ropes. Both men get back to their feet as they begin slugging it out. Gerard with a knee to the stomach of Grimm, and then grabs his head and hits a swinging neck breaker. Gerard goes for the cover, 1...2…Grimm gets the shoulder up.
Angelo turns Grimm around and picks up him up with a German suplex! Grimm slowly gets to his feet and he turns around as Gerard goes for another One Hit Wonder. Grimm moves out of the way at the last second and she shoves Angelo, sending him through the ropes to the outside of the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Woah! Big shot!
Ace Anderson: OHHHHH Grimm off the top rope onto Gerard. Grimm is laying fists now!
Grimm pulls Gerard to his feet and throws him into the ringside barrier. He hits another series of punches to the face before grabbing his opponent by the head. Angelo slugs him in the stomach, then hits a European uppercut! He then sets him up…
Jerry Andrews: Director’s Cut onto the floor!
Gerard Angelo slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Grimm up… Foddershock!!!
Jerry Andrews: And now Grimm with a big move!
Ace Anderson: These guys had better watch out, the referee’s count is at six!
Both men are down on the outside.
Seven. Eight.
Nine.
Ten!
The referee looks over at the timekeeper.
Jerry Andrews: Manny Cruz doesn’t want to call for the bell, but both men just got counted out!
Ace Anderson: No! We have to have a winner! Do the right thing, Manny!
Referee Manny Cruz heads out to the timekeeper’s table. He has a chat with the timekeeper and Sasha Greene, who then makes an announcement.
“The referee has decided that, since this match is the final of the tournament, it MUST CONTINUE!”
The crowd cheers.
Gerard is slow to rise as Grimm gets to his feet. Grimm and Angelo lock up again. Gerard sends Grimm into the steel steps. He then grabs his opponent and rolls him into the ring.
Jerry Andrews: I have to say, that was the right move by the official. We all want to see a winner here!
Ace Anderson: These men are so evenly-matched though! This match could take all night!
Angelo re-enters the ring. He runs and nails a clothesline on Grimm as he stands up. Gerard climbs the second rope as Grimm turns around. Angelo with a front drop kick, knocking Grimm back across the ring. Angelo walks over to Grimm and grabs Grimm’ head. Grimm with a resistance on getting up. As Gerard goes for a move, Grimm picks him up and shoulder slams him to the mat as Grimm rolls off And Angelo is left on the mat holding is stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Grimm with that comeback move to stop Gerard’s momentum.
Grimm gets back to his feet as he grabs the legs of Gerard and spreads them as he stomps on his sternum. Grimm then drops an elbow on the left leg of Angelo as he wrenches it. The referee asks Gerard if he gives up, but declines. Angelo kicks Grimm off him as he slowly gets to his feet. Grimm catches Gerard with a big clothesline as Gerard gets to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: What a shot there!
Grimm grabs Angelo. He pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a scoop slam. Grimm hits the ropes and drops a Leg on Gerard. Angelo rolls out of the ring to compose himself. Grimm comes through with a baseball slide, but Angelo moves out of the way at the last second. He walks a few steps back and hits an elbow into the chest of Grimm as he lies halfway out of the ring. Gerard Angelo pulls Grimm out of the ring and slams a few fists into his face on the floor. Gerard slams his shoulder into Grimm’s stomach, sending his back slamming into the ring apron at the same time. Grimm drops to his knees due to the force. Angelo pulls Grimm up and hits the Tearjerker on the outside!
Jerry Andrews: What a devastating move on the outside!
Ace Anderson: Get him into the ring and cover him!
If the referee had been counting (which he’s not) this would have been a double countout once again. Gerard Angelo slowly rises to his feet and he pulls Grimm back up. He slams his head into the barrier and then throws him back into the ring. Gerard slides in and goes for the cover:
1...
2…
Grimm gets his shoulder up.
Jerry Andrews: How!? HOW!?
Ace Anderson: Stay on him, Gerry!
Jerry Andrews: Fatigue has to be setting in for these two men right now, especially Grimm due to the grueling night he’s had.
Ace Anderson: Oh boo hoo! Come on, Gerry!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm won the Icemann Invitational Tournament back in 2018 and he’s looking to become a two-time winner tonight, but he’s going to have to dig deep to do it.
Ace Anderson: He can’t be a two-time winner! That’s an honor reserved for the very best, like me!
Gerard Angelo gets back to his feet and he kicks Grimm into the stomach as he stands up, knocking him down to his hands and knees. Angelo drops an elbow onto his back, sending him down to the mat completely. Gerard goes for the cover again and again Grimm gets his shoulder up at 2.
Ace Anderson: With every kick out, Grimm has to use up some of the energy he is rapidly running out of.
Angelo pulls Grimm to his feet, but Grimm shoves Gerard into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Grimm grabs the arm of Gerard Angelo and hits a hip toss. Grimm is slow to his feet. Angelo rises first. They start duking it out. Gerard with a thumb to the eye as Grimm backs off. Angelo grabs Grimm and hits a German suplex. Grimm folds up like an accordion as Gerard slowly gets back to his feet. He pulls Grimm up and goes for a kick. Grimm catches his leg. Gerard hits an Enziguri as both men are down on the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Gerard and Grimm are giving it their all here tonight.
Ace Anderson: I have to admit, they’re leaving it all in the ring right now. No matter who wins, they’ll certainly deserve it!
Gerard Angelo and Grimm both get up at the same time. Grimm with a boot to Gerard, then another one, then another, then Grimm grabs Angelo and hits a DDT. Grimm goes for the cover:
1.…………..
2.…………
Gerard gets the shoulder up as the fans thought it was 3!
Jerry Andrews: That was the closest near fall of the match right there!
Grimm slowly gets to his feet as he pulls Gerard up. Grimm with a reverse DDT. Grimm pulls Gerard back up to his feet. He hits a vertical suplex. Grimm pulls Gerard back to his feet again. Angelo blocks a right and grabs him and hits a wheelbarrow suplex. Gerard now takes down Grimm with a snap arm drag!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm back up, and the akes a swing at Angelo's head only to be arm dragged to the mat once again!
Angelo waits for Grimm to get up. He then runs at him with a clothesline. Grimm ducks it. Angelo springboards off the second rope…
Ace Anderson: Hero’s Welcome!
Angelo with a cover:
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Both men scramble to their feet and lock up again, desperate to end this now. Angelo gets a side headlock on Grimm. Grimm counters by pushing him to the ropes. Angelo attempts a clothesline, Grimm ducks, Angelo comes around and gets nailed in the gut by Grimm's boot.
Jerry Andrews: Vicious snap suplex by Grimm takes Angelo to the mat!
Ace Anderson: They’re going move-for-move now! What a close match!
Grimm lifts him up and drags him to the center of the ring by his arm, but Angelo reverses into a Fireman's carry. He follows through with a side headlock, but Grimm counters with a leg scissors! Grimm uses his grip on Angelo's head to roll him up!
1...
2...
Jerry Andrews: NO! KICK OUT!
Grimm's back up first and he assists Angelo to his feet. Angelo kicks Grimm to the gut and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a clothesline. Gerard kicks Grimm across the back as he tries to get up and then kicks him again! He lifts up Grimm in an attempted inverted suplex but Grimm fights back with a stiff elbow to the gut that knocks the wind out of Angelo. Grimm spins around and both men fight for a waist lock. Grimm locks one on but Angelo bails and attempts one of his own, but Grimm breaks it up with an elbow! Grimm with a German suplex!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm comes back with a German suplex!
Grimm pulls Angelo up now…. Foddershock!! The cover:
1….
2…..
Jerry Andrews: No! This match continues!
Grimm slowly pulls himself up, using the ropes. Angelo steps towards him and Grimm hits a headbutt! And another! And another!
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning!!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Angelo kicks out again!!
Grimm pulls his opponent out… One Hit Wonder out of nowhere!!! Grimm falls to the mat! Angelo slowly crawls over to him…..
1….
2…..
Ace Anderson: No! Grimm kicked out!
Both men slowly get up. They’re clearly spent, staggering around the ring now. Grimm rushes forward with a clothesline. Angelo ducks it….
Ace Anderson: Shit Outta Lock!!!
Jerry Andrews: Is Grimm going to tap here!?
Grimm struggles in the hold. He inches slowly towards the ropes. Angelo pulls back. Grimm reaches out. Gerard tightens his grip and…..
Jerry Andrews: Grimm reaches the ropes!
The referee breaks the hold. Angelo slowly stands up. He pulls Grimm to his feet. Grimm uppercuts him in the jaw, stunning him for a second. He hops to the second rope and hits a tornado DDT from the turnbuckle to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! He DRILLED Angelo to the ground!
Ace Anderson: But he can’t get the cover!
Angelo is on his stomach. Grimm slowly crawls over to him and he rolls him over with some difficulty. Finally, Grimm hooks the leg for the pinfall!
1...
2...
Ace Anderson: Did he get him!?
Jerry Andrews: I think he did!
Ace Anderson: Wait… the referee is saying two!
Jerry Andrews: My GOD that was close!
Ace Anderson: Grimm is so fatigued it took him a while to get over to Angelo and roll him over for the cover, and that allowed Gerard to recover enough to kick out!
Both men are down on the mat. Grimm slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. Gerard Angelo is still down on the mat. Grimm waits for Angelo to stand up, breathing heavily as he does. When Angelo rises, Grimm rushes at him with a clothesline. Grimm ducks it. Angelo turns around… Grimm does the same…. running single leg Yakuza kick!!!
Jerry Andrews: Blackfyre!!!!!
Angelo with the cover:
1….
2…………
3!!!!
Ace Anderson: He got him!!!!
“The winner of this match, and winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament: GERARD ANGELO!!!!”
Both Angelo and Grimm remain on the mat, neither man able to stand.
Jerry Andrews: What a match. WHAT. A. MATCH.
Ace Anderson: It could have gone either way, Jerry. Hats off to both of these men for the fight they went through tonight, and congratulations to the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament: Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Simply incredible. I am in awe of what I saw tonight!
Ace Anderson: You know what this means, Jerry? This means that, in the same year, Gerard Angelo has won the Deadly Rumble and the Icemann Invitational Tournament! 2020 is the Year of Angelo!
Holden Ross rushes down to the ring. Angelo and Grimm have still not moved. Ross pulls Angelo up to his feet and walks him over to the corner. Angelo braces himself against the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. Pyro explodes in the PCW Arena as the show comes to a close.
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