Trauma 272 Results

[PCW Staff]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 272

Friday June 5th, 2020

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to an absolutely HUGE episode of Trauma, I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and we've got an incredible show for you tonight!

Ace Anderson: That's right folks, not only are you going to see some incredible wrestling action, but we have TWO major announcements for you this evening.

Jerry Andrews: These are announcements that will change PCW as we know it!

Ace Anderson: You're not exaggerating or trying to pop a rating! It's true! Tonight.... wait a second...

With the sold-out PCW Arena in full-throat cheers, they were anxious and excited for the action to come, and the very last thing that they wanted to see was Buddy Winchester.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, I suppose it’s time to stop talking and kick this show into gear!

Ace Anderson: Ugh, this guy again.

Jerry Andrews: Here comes Buddy Winchester!

The faithful are a vocal bunch and, despite the names they were shouting, Buddy couldn’t have cared less. It didn’t bother him at all that they booed his very presence; in fact, he half-smiled as he toasted them before kicking back his glass and guzzling a drink of whiskey. Unlike his scotch, which usually spills more on his jacket than in his mouth, he didn’t miss a drop of the dark bourbon.

Jerry Andrews: And that is Hunter Benjamin joining him up there.

An awing hush fell over the attendance as the massive, young man joined his manager atop the stage. He was in his signature red singlet with white trim and it stretched wide across his chest where a roaring bear was depicted snapping a razor blade while standing atop the PCW logo.

Ace Anderson: That is a gigantic, huge… I mean…

Buddy tossed his glass to the side without concern about anyone’s safety.

Ace Anderson: What he is doing with this guy is beyond me though, Jer.

Without music, there were no pyrotechnics or other fanfare, just a nod from Buddy Winchester and his bear of a boy followed him down the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: What a challenge before him tonight, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Oh yeah, this enormous bear is about to lock up with the big dog!

Buddy ducked and dodged the attempts by the fans, but his young charge made certain to slap as many hands, bump as many fists, and dap as many elbows as he could on their way to the ring. At ringside, Buddy went up the ring steps and Hunter stepped right up onto the ring apron. The big guy wiped his Asics and then sat on the middle rope allowing Buddy to enter the ring. Hunter followed closely behind, feeding into the crowd’s cheers, waving his arms up and encouraging the crowd to cheer louder.

Jerry Andrews: They absolutely love this kid!

KO-DI-AK!

The faithful cheered and chanted for a minute or two, boom-boom-boom, Hunter stomped his feet in time with each syllable.

*AHEM*

Buddy exaggeratedly cleared his throat into the microphone that he had retrieved from his inside jacket pocket.

Buddy Winchester: This thing on?

Ace Anderson: Yeah, and then there’s this guy…

TAP-TAP-TAP - The feedback from Buddy smacking his hand over the microphone reverberated up into the nosebleeds.

Buddy Winchester: Can you hear me?

Buddy pulled the microphone from his mouth and cupped his ear.

Buddy Winchester: Who cares, none of you possess the intelligence to comprehend most of what I am going to say anyway, believe it or not, the education level in South Carolina is worse than that in Kentucky.

Cheap heat effective, but he kept on.

Buddy Winchester: Hey, it’s not my fault you live on the lazier side of the Mississippi.

Ace Anderson: If it wasn’t for that huge kid in the ring with him, why I would just…

Buddy Winchester: There’s no need wasting my time pulling out a wad of cash, it seems that P-C-dub wasn’t too keen on the attraction. That’s okay, I mean, if you want to see the Big Money Open Challenge, just tune into Union Battleground on Battleground Network.

Ace Anderson: Lucky for him, I was really considering coming out of retirement just to shut him up.

Buddy Winchester: No, down here in P-C-dubya, we are wrasslin’ a bunch of no-good, classless has-beens and never-made-its. I mean, I’ll give Razor Blade his dues, he is a big, powerful guy with a few good moves...

RA-ZOR! RA-ZOR! RA-ZOR!

Buddy Winchester: ...and yes, he has the support of the faithful, just listen, but he IS NOT my Kodiak!

KO-DI-AK!

Buddy Winchester: And, for that reason alone, he doesn’t stand a chance out here tonight. So, before P-C-dubya wastes any more of my precious time, let’s get this over with.

Buddy pockets the microphone and huddles in the corner with Hunter. Eric Russo checks over Hunter’s gear and ensures that the young rookie is ready for the upcoming match.

Singles Match

Razor Blade vs "Kodiak" Hunter Benjamin w/ Buddy Winchester

Referee: Eric Russo

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, this first match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, in the ring with his manager Buddy Winchester, hailing from Sturgis, South Dakota, this morning he was two-hundred and eighty-five pounds at weigh-ins, this is THE KODIAK… HUNTER BEMJAMIN!

Hunter raises his hands and absorbs the admiration from the sold-out crowd.

Sasha Greene: And, his opponent...

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston begins to play. Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for the bell.

Ace Anderson: I have to admit, I can't wait to see these two big men go at it!

Jerry Andrews: One of them is actually a big DOG.

The two competitors meet in the center of the ring. There's a staredown and suddenly Benjamin slugs Razor with a big right hand. The shot barely staggers him. Razor smiles and fires back with a big blow of his own. It has a similar effect. Both men bump up the intensity and soon they're unloading on one another with absolutely massive right hands!

Ace Anderson: My God! These two are just unloading on one another!

Benjamin eventually gets the upperhand when he hits a big clothesline, taking Razor Blade down. Benjamin then pulls Blade to his feet, sets him up, and hits a scoop powerslam. A quick cover only gets one.

Jerry Andrews: Barely even a one count there!

Benjamin pulls Blade up again, but this time Razor fires back with several strong shots. He Irish whips his opponent into the corner, then charges at him as be staggers out. He hits a big running forearm smash, taking Benjamin down. He then waits for him to get up, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a shoulder block. Benjamin is down again. Razor with a cover and a one count.

Ace Anderson: Just one there as well!

Razor pulls his opponent to his feet, but Benjamin quickly responds with a knee to the stomach and he follows up with a DDT. Benjamin gets up and delivers several stomps onto Razor, who rolls into the ropes. As Blade gets to his feet, Benjamin runs at him, but Blade avoids him and quickly takes him down with a clothesline. Razor pulls Hunter up, but Benjamin hits him with a strike to the face. He then goes behind and hits a belly-to-back suplex! Benjamin with a cover and a two-count!

Jerry Andrews: These guys are just brutalizing on one another in this match!

Ace Anderson: I know! I love it!

Benjamin pulls Razor up and he hits a gorilla press slam! He waits for Razor to stand, when he does, Hunter approaches him. Razor dodges and hits a right hand. He then bounces off the ropes and runs at Benjamin... who lifts him up.... STUN GUN!

Jerry Andrews: Stun and Strike!!!!

Ace Anderson: And now.....

Jerry Andrews: KODIAK CRUSHER!!!!

Hunter Benjamin has the hold locked on and locked on tight. It keeps getting tighter and tighter.... Razor is fading. The official checks on him. He shakes his head no. He checks again. No response. Again. No response. The referee says he will call the match if Razor Blade does not respond.

Jerry Andrews: I think he passed out!

DING DING DING!

Ace Anderson: What a brutal, brutal move that is!

Hunter Benjamin drops the lifeless Razor Blade to the mat as he is announced as the winner.

Cameras catch PCW cornerstone Shane Dodge standing backstage going over notes and enjoying a cup of coffee. He's suddenly interrupted by Jason Willard and the pulling of a metal chair. One curious thing about him is that he's wearing a throwback Stormm shirt, which of course means orange with his trademark on the front. Willard sets up shop next to Dodge and sighs heavily.

"Hi Shane." His introduction is sad and lifeless. "What are you up to?"

Shane takes a sip of his coffee, instantly regretting it due to the temperature. "Well, I'm burning my lip at the moment, but otherwise I'm waiting for my assignment."

"Oh." Willard looks away. "I guess I'll leave you be then."

"No, it's fine." Shane looks confused by the tone coming from Willard. He presses for answers.

"You seem bothered. Do you want to talk about it?"

Willard doesn't immediately respond, choosing instead to pull out a Polaroid of his mother for a long gaze. "Mommy says that when we make mistakes, we should admit them. I made two and I have to make it right!"

Shane nods while getting burned again by the hot beverage. "I've made two myself. This coffee is still too hot to drink. You'd think I---"

"Shane, please. This is about me and Mommy right now."

The interviewer composes himself and conducts things as if this were happening in the interviewing area.

"I might have said some bad words on the last show. No. I DID say some bad words. You don't know how bad they are until you've tasted soap. But I also gave an inappropriate gesture to everyone, only it was meant for Stormm!"

"O...kay. I'm not quite sure---"

"I'm saying that I'm sorry for both of those!" Willard says this while still looking at Lucy. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'll behave from now on. I'm sorry, Stormm..." He looks at Shane this time. "And I'm sorry to everyone else." Now the camera.

Shane's confusion only grows, but he continues like a true professional. "I see. Well, I guess my follow-up to that would be to ask if you feel better now?"

"Yes!" He responds with all the energy of a manic episode. "I also have something to show Stormm. He and I have been friend's since before PCW was born, you know!"

Willard reaches off camera for something. What he shows off is a foam PCW World title with a plastic medallion and sideplates. "You see this, Justin?? My mommy got this for me and I love her very, very much. I assume you loved your mommy, too, and I'm sorry she's no longer around to see you as a co-champion."

"A what?"

"Co-champion, Shane. He has the World title and I have a World title. You don't have to actually be a champion to feel like one!"

It's at this moment that Willard's mood starts to deflate. "I remember the last time I had the chance to be World champion again. Stormm was there. Dressed like a scary scarecrow."

He stops himself there. "Stormm invited me to come over and play a game for his title, Shane. Mommy gave me permission to go to Return to Glory."

"So you're saying you accept Stormm's challenge for the event?"

Willard counts to thirteen as he zones out. He realizes this and snaps out of it by looking at his mother again. "I accepted, Mommy! I can go get my toy back and then I'll have two!"

Perked up by this, he shakes Shane's hand and leaves him alone with his coffee. The shot returns to ringside.

"The Best" by AWOL Nation plays throughout the arena. Laser lights, colored yellow and red, dance as Mo and Les make their way onto the stage, accompanied by their manager Scavenger. They pause and acknowledge the crowd before making their way to the ring. They stand on the ring apron and again play to the crowd and even allow themselves a few moments to dance to their entrance theme.

Singles Match

MONROE (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕰𝖓𝖉 ) vs Lester Burrows (moorles ) w/ Mo Burrows & Scavenger

Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Jerry Andrews: Wait a moment.... we're told something has happened in the back!

Ace Andrews: Is that Holden Ross?!

Cameras cut backstage showing MONROE lying in the floor, holding his ribs, with Holden Ross looming over him, axe handle in hand. The Bastard and he drops the handle as he turns to head to the ring.

Ace Anderson: Holden is heading out here now!

Jerry Andrews: Lester Burrows better get out of the ring and take his brother and Scavenger with him!

Holden makes his way to the ring, all the while Scavenger is trying to get his charges out of the ring, but Lester and Mo are overconfident and refuse to leave. Holden leaps onto the ring apron in a single bound and enters the ring. Scavenger dips out while Mo approaches the Bastard, hand extended in a peaceful attempt to shake hands. Holden is having none of it and levels Mo with a vicious clothesline before drilling Lester with his left elbow, burying it into his temple.

Ace Anderson: These two should have listened to their manager!

Scavenger pleads from the floor for Holden to stop, even invoking his friendship with Holden's Father….and is spit at by Mr. Ross. Mo is back to his feet and turns in time to eat a bicycle kick from Ross that drops him like a bad habit. Lester tries to save his brother, attacking Holden with a double axe handle club across his shoulders but Ross responds with a hard right before whipping him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Holden leaps up and takes Lester down with a Theiz Press and the transitions into a cross armbar. Holden wrenches back on the trapped arm, drawing screams of pain from Lester and a Cheshire Cat's grin on Holden's face.

Jerry Andrews: Look at Holden's face! He's lost it!

Ace Andrews: He's going to break that kids arm!

Jerry Andrews: Get some officials down here damnit!

Tyrone Little Jr, the referee, tries unsuccessfully to break the armbar and is yelling at Holden to release it but his orders fall on deaf ears. Mo begins stirring, showing some signs of life, while Holden sits up, easing up on the hold, before throwing himself backwards and retightening the hold. Lester screams even louder as Holden repeats the least step several more times and releases the hold.

Jerry Andrews: That arm's got to be broken, Ace…..

Ace Anderson: We don’t call him the “Human Wrecking Ball” for nothing…nothing...

Medics flood the ring to attend to Lester. As the scene fades out, Holden is shown backing up the ramp, pleased with himself….

Jerry Andrews: Well... we were supposed to have a match... but obviously that's not happening now... We'll be right back.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and we have our first major announcement of the evening. As you know, on the last edition of Trauma, Loki got involved with the battle taking place between Alexa Black and Kyle Shane. Of course, according to the terms of his employment with PCW, as the president, he is strictly prohibited from physical contact with PCW wrestlers.

Ace Anderson: He should be ashamed of himself.

Jerry Andrews: Due to what happened in the ring with Alexa Black, Loki was scheduled to have an in-person meeting with the PCW Board of Directors. Unfortunately, due to scheduling conflicts, that meeting did not happen as scheduled. However, what we do know is that Loki's status as PCW President is currently under review by the Board of Directors.

Ace Anderson: It doesn't look good for him, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: And how do you know that?

Ace Anderson: My sources.

Jerry Andrews: What sources? You don't have any sources!

Ace Anderson: I most certainly do have sources.

Jerry Andrews: Random Twitter accounts don't count as sources, Ace.

Ace Anderson: ....

Suddenly the scene switches backstage, to show that a certain someone is pasting fliers to the walls. Walking as he goes, a sheaf of paper on one arm, Kyle Shane is posting his notices up with the fervor of an indie scene kid advertising a show at a lower venue, the way it used to be done before Myspace. The camera zooms in on the notice, which is a badly Zeroxed black and white graphic of the North American title, reading "Property of Alexa Black - your reigning Paper Champion". Kyle has a petty little smirk on his face, but as he's nearing the gorilla position, he is happened upon by Kassandra Black, who stops him. He hands her a flier and keeps going down the hall.

Kassandra Black: Kyle, I just wanted your thoughts on what happened last Trauma, you attacked High Tide after the main event and made a strong statement, which devolved into an ugly brawl between you and Alexa Black. It was so heated, it even brought Loki out for a TV appearance. And now, in the aftermath, it seems like you have some... strong opinions about Alexa--

Kyle indicates the stack of fliers mocking the Paper championship.

Kyle Shane: What, you mean the fact that Alexa Black has taken an existing title and made it the very epitome of what I'm tacking up on these walls? That passing around the title from never quite made it's like Cory and High Tide to Alexa without any logic or reason for them to be given a title opportunity is indicative of the decay and the rot within these walls?

Kyle shakes his head. He'd just been fucking around and doing a bit with the fliers on the walls, but the intent is sincere, and his voice drops into serious mode.

Kyle Shane: The North American title does deserve better than Alexa Black, and in fact, her being given a second chance to fight for it after Corey no-showed was telling enough. Alexa put in no amount of work necessary to EARN a North American championship opportunity, one time or the next. She hasn't even principled the values that make that, nominally, one of the most prestigious and sought after prizes in this company. Alexa Black, by accepting not one but two title matches she did not earn and winning against someone nobody cares about, stripped the North American title of it's honor and it's dignity. So no - I don't "have good things to say" about Alexa Black, or the North American title right now. Because she isn't carrying any North American title I know.

He jabs out the flier, pointing to it vociferously.

Kyle Shane: Alexa Black is the Paper champion, nothing more, and until she faces someone relevant and with a legacy to this company to defend, nothing less. So that's why I'm going to lay the challenge down as soon as possible - next Trauma, even, because I WANT the North American title to come back to this company and I want it to reclaim integrity and honor by fighting and TRYING for it. Next Trauma, I'm challenging Alexa Black, one on one against the God of Game. If she has any integrity at all, she'd show up and prove that what these fliers say is false. But if not, I'd be happy to take that title and make it mean something again. Because -

Suddenly, a resounding crack of metal on flesh is heard, and Kyle goes forward, fliers being flung everywhere. Kassandra Black scatters out of the way with a yelp, and the camera jogs. It pans up, showing Alexa standing over Kyle with a steel chair.

Alexa Black: I've heard ENOUGH!!

Alexa grips Kyle's head, lifting him to his feet, and throwing him into the wall. Alexa waffles Kyle across the side, hard enough to bend the chair, and Kyle turns and falls along the wall, stumbling down the hall, groaning. Kyle keeps walking forward, holding his lower back, and Alexa grips his head again and walks him out a little ways, throwing him into a soda machine Alexa screams "You aren't going to get in my way, Shane! You aren't going to disrespect me!!" Alexa lifts Kyle back up and grips him by the head, but Kyle begins elbowing Alexa in the gut repeatedly. Alexa turns and begins firing away at Kyle with right hands, backing him up into the main aisle, and then she wraps her arms around Kyle and dumps him onto the concrete with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Kyle shouts in pain and holds his lower back.

Kyle Shane: Fuck!

Alexa walks around Kyle, giving him a series of stomps to the limbs. She lifts Kyle up and gives him several clubs to the back. Alexa walks Kyle over to a concrete support pillar and grips one of his arms, wrapping it around the pillar, then she pulls Kyle forward with force into the pillar, and Kyle smashes into it face first. Alexa pulls Kyle into the column again, then as Kyle falls limply down Alexa walks around, lifting him up by the hair and walking him over to a pile of boxes left by maintenance. Alexa grips Kyle by the back of his hair and his pants and flings Kyle into the stacks of boxes spilling them over. Alexa lifts a box up, and as Kyle starts to get to his feet, Alexa runs the box forward into Kyle's head, knocking him backward.

Jerry Andrews: Someone needs to go to the backstage area and stop this assault!

Alexa lifts Kyle up and walks him over to a janitor's trash can, and lays Kyle's head across the edge of it, before slamming the lid shut across his back and neck. Kyle falls out, limply. Alexa lifts Kyle up and starts walking him back towards the stage, but Kyle breaks free and rakes Alexa's eyes. Alexa shouts in pain, blinded, and then Kyle grips her arm and irish whips her so that Alexa smacks into a metal support strut near gorilla position. Kyle lifts Alexa up and goes to give her a DDT onto the concrete, but Alexa backdrops her way out of it. Kyle gets up, holding his lower back, and Alexa picks up an orange safety cone and cracks Kyle over the head with it. Kyle stumbles back, not injured, but dazed. Alexa then tackles him back into the support strut holding up the entire Tron. It shakes. Kyle shouts and holds his back, and Alexa wraps her arms around Kyle's midsection and runs him back into the support strut again. This makes the Tron begin to shake.

Jerry Andrews: They're going to bring the whole thing down!!

Alexa grips Kyle by the back of the head, and goes to dash his face into the hood of the car, but Kyle straightens his arms, catching himself. He then proceeds to smack Alexa's head off the beam, and he does this several more times and it shakes every time. Alexa slumps against the side of the car, and Kyle walks back a few paces, then he runs forward and gives her a driveby kick to the side of the head. The support strut shakes, and the entire Tron shakes like a breeze.

Kyle Shane: How do you like that, "Champ?"

Kyle grips Alexa's arm, pulling her up. She blindly uses her strength to shove Kyle away. Kyle comes forward with a kick to the side of the head, and he grabs Alexa and throws her across the way into a table that producers are working at, knocking laptops and papers everywhere as Alexa rolls across the table. Kyle paces over, and he pulls Alexa over the table, clubbing her back. Kyle is surprised as Alexa dumps him to the floor, and then she takes some cords to a laptop and wraps them around Kyle's neck, beginning to choke him. The chaotic fight has made backstage workers and agents scatter, as Alexa, leaning over the table, is choking Kyle out with the laptop charging cords. Kyle flails his arms, his face starting to turn red. Suddenly, security, rushes to the scene to separate the two competitors.

Bemused, a red-faced Kyle laughs and he holds his throat as he uses the table to pull himself up. Security is trying to help him. He flings his arm to shoo them away.

Security is walking Alexa and Kyle away from each other down opposite ends of the hall. Alexa flings her arm aggressively.

Alexa Black: THIS ISN'T OVER!!

Jerry Andrews: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are back with another wild episode of Trauma.

Ace Anderson: And we're not stopping! On to big announcement number two!

Jerry Andrews: And it's certainly a huge one! Folks, in just a few minutes you're going to see Rick Majors in action in a tag team match. Of course, Rick Majors is the reigning PCW Underground Champion. Now the big new here is that he will also be our LAST Underground Champion.

Ace Anderson: I was shocked when I heard this, because you know I love the Underground, but this is big news! The PCW Board of Directors - that's right, they're calling the shots for at least the time being - have decided to change things up a bit and take PCW in a different direction: A direction that looks back to our roots.

Jerry Andrews: That's right, everyone. On the next episode of Trauma, when we present the Summer 2020 Icey Awards, we're also going to see the return of a championship that dates back to 2006 and was a part of the PCW rebirth in 2013 as well. Ladies and gentlemen, get a good look at this belt right now, because I present to you the PCW GENESIS CHAMPIONSHIP!

Ace Anderson: It's beautiful! Beautiful!

Jerry Andrews: And on the Icey Awards we will find out who will be the first competitor to hold this belt! Details on that match will be announced shortly.

Ace Anderson: And I LOVE the new rules of the Genesis Division! While, in the past, the holder of the Genesis Title - as well as the Underground Title - needed to compete on every show and defend the title on nearly every broadcast, things are a little different with this incarnation of the Genesis Title! This time, the title will be defended on every PCW pay-per-view, but the number one contender for the title will have to defend their shot in line ON EVERY SHOW. That means, between major events, we'll see competitors battling it out every week for the right to challenge for title!

Jerry Andrews: And it all starts at the Iceys, folks! I can't wait!

Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, five inches tall! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is Holden Roooooosssssss!

Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and 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 croner, looking bored, waiting for the match to start.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner!

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, with his back turned to the Faithful. He extends both his arms out to the side, one hand gripping the briefcase, where he keeps his Any-time, Anywhere contract, by the handle. He lifts the case above his head, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos.

Sasha Green: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!

He smirks as he surveys the crowd behind his trademark shades, holding the briefcase up proudly, before dropping it down and throwing his hood back. Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing and showing them the briefcase, letting them know that he’s the best in the world. 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, holding the TIIT briefcase up high in one hand, before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, placing the case on the mat, before climbing 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, before picking up the briefcase, clutching it to his chest as he crouches in the corner, awaiting his adversary.

Sasha Greene: And their opponents! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 227 lbs, the PCW Underground Champion, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!

The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.

Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.

"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"

The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.

In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.

Sasha Greene: And his partner! From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs 217 lbs, GRIMM!

The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.

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.

Tag Team Match

Rick Majors (PCW Underground 👑) Grimm  vs Pandæmonium (Gerard Angelo & Holden Ross )

Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

The bloodthirsty faithful may have been expecting something resembling bedlam, but disappointment is what they get. Gerard and Holden start by recreating their semi-final shenanigans with a boastful laugh. Gerard takes it a step further by reminding Grimm of who won the Icemann Invitational. The Hangtown Horror doesn't take the bait, but it's evident what's behind those soulless eyes.

Pandaemonium talks strategy and the combined ages of their opponents. Majors grabs Holden's attention by reminding him of who won their last encounter. That's enough to incite a rumble! Holden and Majors pick up where they left off, while Grimm takes Gerard to the woodshed. Majors is overpowered, but his strikes are delivering enough force to keep him from getting into too much trouble.

Jerry Andrews: Give those two jackasses a whooping!

Ace Anderson: I'll bet you support Majors verbal disrespect also??

Grimm forces Gerard to take the high road, which opens things up for a two on one of The Human Wrecking Ball. Grimm plants his hard head between Holden's eyes after he's spun around. Majors goes to the face with a wicked palm strike. Holden shakes off the contact but misses a double clothesline. He turns around to take combination offense that spills him to the floor.

Gerard begins to make his way over when Majors surprises him with a baseball slide. Angelo bounces off the guardrail and then finds himself being rolled into the ring where Grimm waits. Gerard tries to play nice, but Grimm pummels him without any remorse. Angelo is tossed to the ropes and launched head over heels with a back body drop. Grimm fishhooks him to another whip to the ropes. Drop toe hold is quickly converted to an STF!

Gerard is quick to fight that off before Grimm can get it properly locked. He pulls himself under the bottom rope just as Majors dispatches Holden against the nearest ringpost. Gerard goes to kick Majors, but his legs get swept out from under him. Grimm steps over for a series of organ rearranging stomps and then a choke with his boot up into the windpipe.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard may be regretting his words now!

Ace Anderson: Somebody should call the authorities to report this attempted homicide.

Grimm breaks just before five, but he doesn't allow Gerard to escape to the floor. He drags him back in by the left leg, laying it flat once they reach the center. Gerard is quick to plead as Grimm has his foot on the surgically repaired joint. The cold look of death is all The Hollywood Hero gets as his knee brace is ripped off and thrown onto the ramp. Holden makes a guest appearance now that he's able. Grimm spots this and uses that momentum to pick him up for a slam onto the knee!

Majors enters the ring to dispose of Holden again and then he goes to his team's corner for the tag. Grimm stretches Gerard's left leg out, enabling Rick to begin stomping away over the agony of Gerard. Rick lifts the leg so that he can put his right knee into the bend of Gerard's leg. He flips him over, lifts him up and puts that left knee into the mat. The faithful of course are cheering every second of this. Gerard is allowed to pull himself up, but only long enough for a chop block.

Majors brings Gerard up and out of nowhere is met with a running clothesline from the apron. Holden pulls Gerard to their corner and tags in. With Majors still folded, Holden deadlifts him into a powerbomb. Sure, Majors threw some strikes to the head, but his fate was still sealed. Holden turns his attention to Grimm, giving him a shoulder tackle that knocks him to the floor. Holden returns to Majors and is caught with a trio of knees and a series of chops!

Jerry Andrews: Holden should know by now that Majors won't stay down.

Ace Anderson: He needs to take a nap like all of the elderly do.

Holden throws Rick to a corner from under the armpits and comes crashing with an avalanche. Majors staggers into being lifted over a shoulder and into an Oklahoma Slam. Gerard calls for the tag while he puts his brace back on. Majors is victim again to Holden's overwhelming strength, this time in the form of a hip toss. The tag is made and in comes Gerard. He tests his knee out before taking over on Majors.

The Underground champ fights off both men with alternating strikes! The fans go from boos to cheers and back to boos again once Gerard smacks Majors with a One Hit Wonder. Majors is pulled up in the corner for a double dose of uppercuts. He refuses to die as he returns them. This forces Gerard to unload with European uppercuts until all the fight leaves Rick Majors. Holden gets the tag. Gerard drops Majors with a snap suplex just before Holden lands a big splash. He pins.

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Majors kicks out. Holden quickly tags Gerard back in. A gorilla press slam from Holden. On the release, Gerard hits Majors with another One Hit Wonder. Holden is tagged again. Gerard throws his partner off the top rope. Holden delivers a froggy elbow! Another quick tag! Snake eyes from Holden! Hero's Welcome from Angelo! Henry VII from Holden! Stunt Double from Angelo who then hooks the legs while Holden takes Grimm off the apron again.

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3---KICK OUT!

Ace Anderson: How is he still going??

MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS!

Gerard is all up in the referees face about slow counts, conspiracies and being paid off with Canadian dollars. The crowd is full throttle cheering for Rick Majors as he begins to drag himself in the direction of his corner. Gerard stretches out his left knee after that springboard. He pulls Rick backwards as Holden tags himself in. Holden twists the heel of his boot right into the base of Rick's spine.

Majors is lifted off his feet in a full nelson. Holden bends him forward as far as he can for extra pressure. Gerard pushes on Holden for added assistance behind the ref's back, but plays innocent anytime a check is made. That is until he files an immediate grievance with the low blow! Gerard tags in and erupts with corner offense after slamming Majors into the top buckle. He drapes him over the top for some elbows to the neck. That is until Grimm comes out of nowhere with a running headbutt!

Gerard falls flat as Majors collapses onto his knees while against the ropes. Grimm pays no mind to the crowd noise. His singular focus is to deliver Pandaemonium's comeuppance. Majors pulls himself towards Grimm's outstretched hand. Just as Holden tries to stop it, the tag is made! Slingshot headbutt stuns the big man. Grimm interlocks his fingers behind Holden's head, then brings his face into his knee several times.

A spinning back fist knocks Holden silly. Grimm takes his time going for Gerard. But once he has him trapped, he has his way with him. Gerard is driven into a seat with heavy handed strikes to the temple. Holden is displaced with a savate kick. Grimm charges at Gerard for a successful running knee to the face. Holden rolls out of the ring after he's dropped with a reverse DDT.

Jerry Andrews: They stoked the fire and now Grimm is making them burn!

Gerard is pulled into a Samoan drop! Or what would've been had he not slid behind Grimm. Gerard shoves him into the corner and then greets him with a disaster kick. Gerard turns just in time to be hit with Centre of Attention from Rick Majors! Majors gets hit by a Steamroller! Grimm finds himself getting pancaked over Majors via a Bastardized! Gerard is groggy as he makes the tag. Holden discards Majors like a piece of trash.

Jerry Andrews: Not so fast Holden!

Ace Anderson: Hangtown Death Grip! Fight it, Holden! Fight it! Grimm wears Holden down to a knee with the devastating submission. Holden strangles Grimm out of desperation, eventually getting the grip loosened enough that he can pull Grimm to his feet. Majors interjects himself with a save. He throws Holden into Gerard. Gerard holds onto the top rope! The Centre of Attention puts him to the floor! Believe in This! Holden is stood up. Grimm swings out of the corner with The Harvest! There's a pin.

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This one is all over much to the dismay of one of the veteran commentators.

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

“Land of Shadows” by Audiomachine suddenly begins to play as the action in the ring has concluded, and anyone who wasn’t already on their feet is now. Unlike a couple weeks ago, however, the World Champion makes his way on stage. No darkness, no subtle lights, no voice overs, just the Force of Nature, his signature black bat in one hand, the World title in the other, and his gaze set firmly on Gerard Angelo.

Jerry Andrews: The Icemann Invitational winner said he would put up his tournament winnings for anyone who could take out Stormm, but our World Champion doesn’t appear to be phased by the obvious threat to his well being.

Ace Anderson: I’m kind of surprised he even bothered to show up, it’s been nice without him the last few months.

Pointing the bat this year TIIT winner, Stormm then stretches his arms out wide, still grasping his bat and title belt, as if to tell Gerard to “bring it.” However, before anything can escalate further between the two, "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees interrupts Stormm’s theme, and out comes the number one contender, with his own World title belt hanging from his right shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: What an atrocity, degrading the prestige of our World title like that, carrying around a toy like it means something.

Ace Anderson: It’s just a placeholder, until he takes the real thing from Stormm at Return to Glory, Jerry. Get used to it!

Jason comes to a stop and stands stage left as Stormm turns to face him with a smirk on his face. Willard also has a smile on his face as he taps the plastic medallion of the toy PCW World Championship belt, as if to show the Force of Nature that he, too, has one.

Jerry Andrews: This is both awkward and intense, folks. These two squaring off at Return to Glory, with the stakes as high as they are, has been a long time coming for any wrestling fan.

Ace Anderson: Especially those of us who are waiting for Stormm to lose the title already!

The stare down on the stage continues as those who participated in the main event either remain in the ring, or have already found their way around the confrontation and gone back stage.

Not being one to waste time, though, the World Champion tosses his bat, handle first, at the challenger, and Willard catches it, dropping his toy belt in the process. He looks confused though, as if he doesn’t quite know what to do. Stormm, on the other hand, begins tapping his chin with his free hand, as if to suggest what Jason can do with it.

Jerry Andrews: Is… Is he seriously willing to take a free shot with a weapon like that?

Ace Anderson: Do it! Damn it, Willard, clock him one!

The crowd is up in arms, either knowing what Stormm has up his sleeves, or concerned about what could happen with a bat in the hands of the former anarchist. Jason looks around, taking in the crowd’s reaction, but it’s not their reaction, or permission, that he is desperately seeking.

Jason Willard: Mommy wouldn’t like…

He doesn’t even get to finish as his eyes lock back up with Stormm’s for just a moment before the Force of Nature connects with a title belt shot to the contender’s forehead. The REAL World title belt.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm offered Jason a shot, but delivered the opening salvo himself in the contender’s hesitation.

Ace Anderson: It’s better to ask mommy for forgiveness later, than to ask for permission now, Jason. Get with the program!

“Land of Shadows” starts again as the World Champion picks his bat up from the unconscious Jason Willard’s side, and raises both in the air.

Jerry Andrews: That’s all the time we have for this week, but what a way to end things here tonight. We will see you all again at the Summer Iceys! Goodnight!

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