Return to Glory XI Results
Jul 19, 2020 22:57:09 GMT -5
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Post by PCW Staff on Jul 19, 2020 22:57:09 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Return to Glory
Sunday July 19th, 2020
"This is not another story
This is not another drill
I refuse to be another number, now
Never staying down
This is something real
I'm a name that you'll remember
I am more than just a thrill
I am gonna be the greatest ever, now
Watch out, I'm a force that you will fear
And it goes something like
(Oh-ohh-oh) I'm victorious
(Oh-ohh-oh) It's my time
(Oh-ohh-oh) There's no stopping this
'Cause I was born for this
I do it for the glory"
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Jerry Andrews, and I joined by Ace Anderson, and THIS is PCW Return to Glory!
Ace Anderson: Thanks Jerry, welcome everyone to what promises to be an absolutely incredible evening!
Jerry Andrews: Three title matches, including the first defense of the resurrected Genesis Title, the in-ring return of Loki, and the one-on-one match we've been waiting for for YEARS: Stormm defends the PCW World Championship against Jason Willard!
Before anything else can be said, the lights go the opening drum beats to “Amazing” start blaring out over the PA, the lights start to flash to the beat but…
“No, No, No! Cut the music and turn on the lights! I’m in no mood.”
The house lights come back on and the music fades out echoing as Gerard Angelo steps out onto the stage to a loud chorus of boos from the faithful. He strides down the ramp, dressed in his ring gear, the briefcase that contains his contract in one hand, and a mic in the other. He stops at the end of the ramp and looks around as the crowd continues to shower him in boos. Gerry has a scowl on his face, looking to be in a right terrible mood.
Gerard Angelo: “Shut up, you redneck morons.”
This has quite the opposite effect on the crowd as they double their efforts to boo “The Living Legend” out of the PCW Arena.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard seems to be in a foul mood tonight and the Faithful are doing nothing to help that.
Ace Anderson: Shhh! You heard him, Jerry. He told the morons to shut up!
Gerard Angelo: “Listen, fools, I’m in no mood for these games tonight. I will not be disrespected by you and management on the same night. Not only do I have to come out here and put up with your nonsense, but I’m being forced to wrestle against Razor Blade.”
There is a decent pop for “The Big Dog” and Gerard rolls his eyes.
Gerard Angelo: “Yes, yes, go ahead. Cheer for mediocrity. Losers root for losers. You enjoy getting behind someone who lets you down over and over again, yet you boo me. Someone who’s trying to build a better future for PCW, which includes all of you. You hope beyond hope that Razor will finally take the next step and do something that matters. Meanwhile, month after month, I’m making history around here, and no one seems to care.”
The Faithful keep booing Gerry as he walks towards the ring and goes up the steel steps, fluidly slipping into the ring between the top and middle rope.
Gerard Angelo: “You all thought you could shut me up with a few awards and I would just sit back like a good little soldier, and just watch as PCW goes back into the same routine of giving the same people opportunity after opportunity here. Grimm wrestling for a title, Loki’s back, and Stormm and Jason Willard are in main event spots. I’m sure you could go back on the award winning PCW Network after the show and put on Living a Legacy 2006 and you couldn’t tell the difference.”
Gerard paces the ring, the briefcase in his hand as he points at the crowd.
Gerard Angelo: “Meanwhile I’m here, the reigning Icemann Invitational winner, the reigning Deadly Rumble winner, and I’m stuck in a throw away match against Razor Blade!”
Gerard goes to say more but stops and composes himself.
Gerard Angelo: “No. You know what? I’m not gonna let them get to me. Razor is getting an opportunity to come at the absolute best in the industry, which is the whole point of my message. I’m going to prove to you MY greatness by doing something that no one else in this damn company has been able to do, not even Justin Michaels. I’m gonna make Razor Blade relevant.”
Gerard tosses down the mic and places his briefcase in the corner before unzipping his hoodie.
Ace Anderson: Thanks Jerry, welcome everyone to what promises to be an absolutely incredible evening!
Jerry Andrews: Three title matches, including the first defense of the resurrected Genesis Title, the in-ring return of Loki, and the one-on-one match we've been waiting for for YEARS: Stormm defends the PCW World Championship against Jason Willard!
Before anything else can be said, the lights go the opening drum beats to “Amazing” start blaring out over the PA, the lights start to flash to the beat but…
“No, No, No! Cut the music and turn on the lights! I’m in no mood.”
The house lights come back on and the music fades out echoing as Gerard Angelo steps out onto the stage to a loud chorus of boos from the faithful. He strides down the ramp, dressed in his ring gear, the briefcase that contains his contract in one hand, and a mic in the other. He stops at the end of the ramp and looks around as the crowd continues to shower him in boos. Gerry has a scowl on his face, looking to be in a right terrible mood.
Gerard Angelo: “Shut up, you redneck morons.”
This has quite the opposite effect on the crowd as they double their efforts to boo “The Living Legend” out of the PCW Arena.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard seems to be in a foul mood tonight and the Faithful are doing nothing to help that.
Ace Anderson: Shhh! You heard him, Jerry. He told the morons to shut up!
Gerard Angelo: “Listen, fools, I’m in no mood for these games tonight. I will not be disrespected by you and management on the same night. Not only do I have to come out here and put up with your nonsense, but I’m being forced to wrestle against Razor Blade.”
There is a decent pop for “The Big Dog” and Gerard rolls his eyes.
Gerard Angelo: “Yes, yes, go ahead. Cheer for mediocrity. Losers root for losers. You enjoy getting behind someone who lets you down over and over again, yet you boo me. Someone who’s trying to build a better future for PCW, which includes all of you. You hope beyond hope that Razor will finally take the next step and do something that matters. Meanwhile, month after month, I’m making history around here, and no one seems to care.”
The Faithful keep booing Gerry as he walks towards the ring and goes up the steel steps, fluidly slipping into the ring between the top and middle rope.
Gerard Angelo: “You all thought you could shut me up with a few awards and I would just sit back like a good little soldier, and just watch as PCW goes back into the same routine of giving the same people opportunity after opportunity here. Grimm wrestling for a title, Loki’s back, and Stormm and Jason Willard are in main event spots. I’m sure you could go back on the award winning PCW Network after the show and put on Living a Legacy 2006 and you couldn’t tell the difference.”
Gerard paces the ring, the briefcase in his hand as he points at the crowd.
Gerard Angelo: “Meanwhile I’m here, the reigning Icemann Invitational winner, the reigning Deadly Rumble winner, and I’m stuck in a throw away match against Razor Blade!”
Gerard goes to say more but stops and composes himself.
Gerard Angelo: “No. You know what? I’m not gonna let them get to me. Razor is getting an opportunity to come at the absolute best in the industry, which is the whole point of my message. I’m going to prove to you MY greatness by doing something that no one else in this damn company has been able to do, not even Justin Michaels. I’m gonna make Razor Blade relevant.”
Gerard tosses down the mic and places his briefcase in the corner before unzipping his hoodie.
Singles Match
Referee: Manny Cruz
DING!
DING!
DING!
Gerard rolls his eyes upon hearing that. Razor isn't the opponent he wanted to see tonight, so his annoyance shows in equal doses with his usual arrogance. Just when a collar-and-elbow is about to happen, Gerard boots Razor square in the midsection and doesn't stop until he's stomping a mudhole in him while seated in the corner.
Gerard sticks the side of his boot into Razor's throat, but it gets pushed aside. Gerard takes that as disrespect, so out come the stomps again, but this time to the chest with periodic breaks for the rules. When Gerard moves in to pull Razor out of the corner, he gets met with an uppercut. Razor throws a staggered Gerard into the same corner and gives him a taste of his own medicine.
The Hollywood Hero slides out of the ring as Razor is forced to back away. He hugs his chest tightly while keeping a watch on what happens in the ring. Razor moves close enough to be pulled down and pulled right into the steel post. Gerard slips back inside of the ring for another round of stomp the guts.
Jerry Andrews: Not known for being aggressive, Gerard Angelo is making a statement at Razor Blade's expense.
Ace Anderson: Gerard is the Rodney Dangerfield of PCW. He feels like he gets no respect. He won the Icemann Invitational as basically a wild card, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane may have something to say about your comparison.
Ace Anderson: Maybe they should've faced each other tonight.
Razor has just been hit with a gutwrench suplex as Gerard's offense continues. Razor is brought to his feet and thrown into the ropes. Gerard meets him at the point with a sharp knee lift. His next Irish whip sees him follow Razor in so that he can clothesline him over the top rope.
Gerard drops out to the floor. Razor is rammed several times against the ring before being tossed back in. Gerard doesn't immediately follow. He instead chooses to take a selfie with a front row fan, earning him a surprise cheer or two instead of the majority boos. That is until he deletes the photo. His laugh drips with cockiness as he takes himself back to the ring.
SUPERMAN PUNCH! Gerard collapses through the ropes. Razor holds onto his midsection while he follows through with a drive-by running dropkick! Gerard moves further inside of the ring holding his head as Razor comes for him. Gerard is pulled to his feet and sent crashing to a corner. Razor comes charging in, only to get a One Hit Wonder! Gerard wastes little time in delivering the Hollywood Ending. A leg is hooked. Gerard counts along.
1.
2.
3.
Gerard stands tall as he gets his arm raised in victory.
Ace Anderson: Correction. "The Most Disrespected Man in PCW", Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Reality says otherwise, Ace. But with an ego like Gerard's, he probably believes himself to be just that. A win is still a win and here tonight, Gerard's streak continues.
Suddenly, as Gerard is standing at the ropes, getting ready to exit, "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA. Gerard's face perks up as he looks in the direction of the entrance ramp. The crowd is going crazy as the lyrics kick in, and there's dueling cheers and jeers for the conflicted God of Game. Gerard looks amused at the reaction. As several seconds tick by, Kyle Shane comes trudging out onto the stage, with none of his usual boisterous swagger and theatricality, a frown on his face and his head lowered. Kyle is wearing his ring gear and leather jacket, and he stands, looking around at the crowd. A perturbed look crosses his face, but then, he begins to march straight down to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: What in the world is Kyle Shane doing out here?!
Ace Anderson: He looks like a man with so much on his mind.
Gerard tilts his head in confusion, then motions to Shane in a "What the hell are you doing out here?" sort of way. Shane's eyes come up to meet Gerard as he walks, slowly down to the end of the ramp and stands at the apron. Shane grips the ropes, and his face becomes stony, angry, and he pulls himself up, confidently going between the ropes to step forward. Gerard motions between them, an "Oh, you want to fight?" and flipping his hands up.
Jerry Andrews: There has been a lot of storied history, and some very strong criticism thrown back and forth between these two men. And, to many, Kyle and Gerard are rivals for the future of this company.
Ace Anderson: You just know from the look on Kyle's face that it kills him that Gerard is in the spot he's in now, winner of the 2020 TIIT.
Kyle and Gerard get close, but then, Kyle, seeming to blow Gerard off, walks past him, going to the ropes. Kyle takes off his Zane the Operative jacket, handing it to the attendant outside, and pulling on the ropes to give a hard stretch. Gerard, on the other side of the ring, has a wary but slightly acknowledging tilt of the head and smile. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be." Gerard holds his hands out to the crowd, taunting Kyle, as the crowd gets behind him with "GERRY" chants, and Kyle looks away, not looking at Gerard, but at the people chanting. Then, he finally looks across the distance at Gerard. Without any words spoken between them, but the electrifying atmosphere of the crowd. Kyle nods at Gerard, who is exiting the ring, and walking up the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: This meeting is making my spine tingle.
DING!
DING!
Gerard rolls his eyes upon hearing that. Razor isn't the opponent he wanted to see tonight, so his annoyance shows in equal doses with his usual arrogance. Just when a collar-and-elbow is about to happen, Gerard boots Razor square in the midsection and doesn't stop until he's stomping a mudhole in him while seated in the corner.
Gerard sticks the side of his boot into Razor's throat, but it gets pushed aside. Gerard takes that as disrespect, so out come the stomps again, but this time to the chest with periodic breaks for the rules. When Gerard moves in to pull Razor out of the corner, he gets met with an uppercut. Razor throws a staggered Gerard into the same corner and gives him a taste of his own medicine.
The Hollywood Hero slides out of the ring as Razor is forced to back away. He hugs his chest tightly while keeping a watch on what happens in the ring. Razor moves close enough to be pulled down and pulled right into the steel post. Gerard slips back inside of the ring for another round of stomp the guts.
Jerry Andrews: Not known for being aggressive, Gerard Angelo is making a statement at Razor Blade's expense.
Ace Anderson: Gerard is the Rodney Dangerfield of PCW. He feels like he gets no respect. He won the Icemann Invitational as basically a wild card, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane may have something to say about your comparison.
Ace Anderson: Maybe they should've faced each other tonight.
Razor has just been hit with a gutwrench suplex as Gerard's offense continues. Razor is brought to his feet and thrown into the ropes. Gerard meets him at the point with a sharp knee lift. His next Irish whip sees him follow Razor in so that he can clothesline him over the top rope.
Gerard drops out to the floor. Razor is rammed several times against the ring before being tossed back in. Gerard doesn't immediately follow. He instead chooses to take a selfie with a front row fan, earning him a surprise cheer or two instead of the majority boos. That is until he deletes the photo. His laugh drips with cockiness as he takes himself back to the ring.
SUPERMAN PUNCH! Gerard collapses through the ropes. Razor holds onto his midsection while he follows through with a drive-by running dropkick! Gerard moves further inside of the ring holding his head as Razor comes for him. Gerard is pulled to his feet and sent crashing to a corner. Razor comes charging in, only to get a One Hit Wonder! Gerard wastes little time in delivering the Hollywood Ending. A leg is hooked. Gerard counts along.
1.
2.
3.
Gerard stands tall as he gets his arm raised in victory.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Gerard Angelo!
Ace Anderson: Correction. "The Most Disrespected Man in PCW", Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Reality says otherwise, Ace. But with an ego like Gerard's, he probably believes himself to be just that. A win is still a win and here tonight, Gerard's streak continues.
Suddenly, as Gerard is standing at the ropes, getting ready to exit, "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA. Gerard's face perks up as he looks in the direction of the entrance ramp. The crowd is going crazy as the lyrics kick in, and there's dueling cheers and jeers for the conflicted God of Game. Gerard looks amused at the reaction. As several seconds tick by, Kyle Shane comes trudging out onto the stage, with none of his usual boisterous swagger and theatricality, a frown on his face and his head lowered. Kyle is wearing his ring gear and leather jacket, and he stands, looking around at the crowd. A perturbed look crosses his face, but then, he begins to march straight down to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: What in the world is Kyle Shane doing out here?!
Ace Anderson: He looks like a man with so much on his mind.
Gerard tilts his head in confusion, then motions to Shane in a "What the hell are you doing out here?" sort of way. Shane's eyes come up to meet Gerard as he walks, slowly down to the end of the ramp and stands at the apron. Shane grips the ropes, and his face becomes stony, angry, and he pulls himself up, confidently going between the ropes to step forward. Gerard motions between them, an "Oh, you want to fight?" and flipping his hands up.
Jerry Andrews: There has been a lot of storied history, and some very strong criticism thrown back and forth between these two men. And, to many, Kyle and Gerard are rivals for the future of this company.
Ace Anderson: You just know from the look on Kyle's face that it kills him that Gerard is in the spot he's in now, winner of the 2020 TIIT.
Kyle and Gerard get close, but then, Kyle, seeming to blow Gerard off, walks past him, going to the ropes. Kyle takes off his Zane the Operative jacket, handing it to the attendant outside, and pulling on the ropes to give a hard stretch. Gerard, on the other side of the ring, has a wary but slightly acknowledging tilt of the head and smile. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be." Gerard holds his hands out to the crowd, taunting Kyle, as the crowd gets behind him with "GERRY" chants, and Kyle looks away, not looking at Gerard, but at the people chanting. Then, he finally looks across the distance at Gerard. Without any words spoken between them, but the electrifying atmosphere of the crowd. Kyle nods at Gerard, who is exiting the ring, and walking up the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: This meeting is making my spine tingle.
Ace Anderson: Well.... Kyle Shane is already here, so let's get to our next match!
"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm begins to play. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring.... from Boston, Massachusetts: KYLE SHANE!!!
"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm begins to play. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, from Toronto, Canada: HIGH TIDE!!!
Singles Match
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Remember, Ace, one of the first things Kyle Shane did after returning to PCW was attack High Tide and try to "make an example" of him! Tide's gotta be out for revenge here tonight!
The two competitors circle each other as the bell rings to start the match. Shane stops and looks High Tide over, smirks and then lunges at Tide. High Tide side steps the attack. Kyle turns and begins swinging for Tide’s head with strong attacks. High Tide dodges them and he shoves Shane to the mat, however Kyle rolls with it and comes back up. Kyle Shane rushes at Tide and knocks him to the mat. High Tide not expecting this, hits the mat hard. Kyle starts to punch High Tide in the face repeatedly.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has been absolutely vicious since returning to PCW!
Ace Anderson: He’s had a new attitude since coming back, at least when it comes to his in-ring aggression.
Shane gets up as Tide slowly rises to his feet, wiping blood from his lip.
Jerry Andrews: High Tide is already bleeding!
High Tide looks at him hand and realizes he is bleeding. High Tide's eyes widen slightly as he spears Kyle down hard! Tide unloads with several hard shots, but Kyle Shane soon battles his way back and reverses positions, mounting High Tide and striking him with several hard forearms to the face!
After getting hit hard quite a few times, High Tide shoves Shane off of him and gets to him feet as well. Shane walks towards High Tide only for High Tide to step forward and kick him in the stomach. He tries for a DDT, but Shane blocks it and shoves him back. High Tide goes to run at Shane who clotheslines Tide down to the mat. Shane smiles and then covers High Tide for pin.
Ace Anderson: Quick pin here.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on, Kyle Shane knows he’ll need to do more than that!
The ref slides into position and starts the count. 1. . . 2 . . High Tide gets a shoulder up.
Shane gets to him feet, stomping on High Tide a couple of times. High Tide rolls out from the vicious stomps and gets into the ropes. He pulls himself to his feet, holding him one side. Shane steps forward and kicks High Tide right into the midsection. He then lifts him up… Eridian Cannon!!!
Jerry Andrews: This might be it here.
Ace Anderson: Shane’s not going for the cover yet! He wants to make sure High Tide is down and out!
Jerry Andrews: That may be the case right now…
Tide struggles to get to his knees…. CRIT!!!
Kyle Shane with the cover:
1….
2…
3!!!
Kyle Shane gets the three count, and then just sits up, staring around at the crowd, and then he pulls himself out onto the apron.
Kyle sits on the apron, legs dangling out into the aisle, and he calls for a mic. The crowd is all over Kyle, showering him with boos, cheers, mixed feelings, and overall noise. Kyle sits there, not knowing what to say at first, but letting them react. He is handed a mic, but for once, he isn't sure what to say in this moment. He stutters quietly, then he closes his eyes, and he leans in closer to the mic.
Kyle Shane: You were right.
And that's all he says. Kyle lets the mic drop out of his hand carelessly. "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA, and Kyle trudges up the aisle, looking around him, and the crowd continues giving him a mixed reaction. Kyle walks up the ramp, not looking back at the fans and he leaves through the curtain.
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Remember, Ace, one of the first things Kyle Shane did after returning to PCW was attack High Tide and try to "make an example" of him! Tide's gotta be out for revenge here tonight!
The two competitors circle each other as the bell rings to start the match. Shane stops and looks High Tide over, smirks and then lunges at Tide. High Tide side steps the attack. Kyle turns and begins swinging for Tide’s head with strong attacks. High Tide dodges them and he shoves Shane to the mat, however Kyle rolls with it and comes back up. Kyle Shane rushes at Tide and knocks him to the mat. High Tide not expecting this, hits the mat hard. Kyle starts to punch High Tide in the face repeatedly.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has been absolutely vicious since returning to PCW!
Ace Anderson: He’s had a new attitude since coming back, at least when it comes to his in-ring aggression.
Shane gets up as Tide slowly rises to his feet, wiping blood from his lip.
Jerry Andrews: High Tide is already bleeding!
High Tide looks at him hand and realizes he is bleeding. High Tide's eyes widen slightly as he spears Kyle down hard! Tide unloads with several hard shots, but Kyle Shane soon battles his way back and reverses positions, mounting High Tide and striking him with several hard forearms to the face!
After getting hit hard quite a few times, High Tide shoves Shane off of him and gets to him feet as well. Shane walks towards High Tide only for High Tide to step forward and kick him in the stomach. He tries for a DDT, but Shane blocks it and shoves him back. High Tide goes to run at Shane who clotheslines Tide down to the mat. Shane smiles and then covers High Tide for pin.
Ace Anderson: Quick pin here.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on, Kyle Shane knows he’ll need to do more than that!
The ref slides into position and starts the count. 1. . . 2 . . High Tide gets a shoulder up.
Shane gets to him feet, stomping on High Tide a couple of times. High Tide rolls out from the vicious stomps and gets into the ropes. He pulls himself to his feet, holding him one side. Shane steps forward and kicks High Tide right into the midsection. He then lifts him up… Eridian Cannon!!!
Jerry Andrews: This might be it here.
Ace Anderson: Shane’s not going for the cover yet! He wants to make sure High Tide is down and out!
Jerry Andrews: That may be the case right now…
Tide struggles to get to his knees…. CRIT!!!
Kyle Shane with the cover:
1….
2…
3!!!
Kyle Shane gets the three count, and then just sits up, staring around at the crowd, and then he pulls himself out onto the apron.
Kyle sits on the apron, legs dangling out into the aisle, and he calls for a mic. The crowd is all over Kyle, showering him with boos, cheers, mixed feelings, and overall noise. Kyle sits there, not knowing what to say at first, but letting them react. He is handed a mic, but for once, he isn't sure what to say in this moment. He stutters quietly, then he closes his eyes, and he leans in closer to the mic.
Kyle Shane: You were right.
And that's all he says. Kyle lets the mic drop out of his hand carelessly. "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA, and Kyle trudges up the aisle, looking around him, and the crowd continues giving him a mixed reaction. Kyle walks up the ramp, not looking back at the fans and he leaves through the curtain.
With the crowd amped-up, the arrival of one Buddy Winchester was hardly the starting point that the fans were awaiting. Cheers of anticipation became mixed with loud boos as he stepped out onto the stage in a suit and tie. According to his face, he didn’t quite share the same excitement or thrill of the moment, but he didn’t seem to mind their jeers.
Then, a collective gasp brought an abrupt hush to the crowd. Not that Buddy killed the heat, in fact, the entire attendance drew closer to the edge of their seats in awe as a gigantic, young man joined him atop the ramp.
A red and white singlet clung to shoulders every bit of sixty inches across was topped with matching amateur wrestling headgear.
While Buddy paid them no mind, the massive wrestler following him slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the building as the two closed in on the ring.
At ringside, Buddy went up the steps while his large companion stepped right up onto the apron, wiped his boots and then sat on the middle rope. Buddy entered the ring through the opened ropes with the bear of a boy right behind him.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Ace Anderson: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Jerry Andrews: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in P.C.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. He is wearing his red leather jacket, black tights, and matching black boots and his right fist is heavily wrapped in black tape. The sirens begin winding up their pitch as the second round of screaming from the sirens begin. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Then, a collective gasp brought an abrupt hush to the crowd. Not that Buddy killed the heat, in fact, the entire attendance drew closer to the edge of their seats in awe as a gigantic, young man joined him atop the ramp.
A red and white singlet clung to shoulders every bit of sixty inches across was topped with matching amateur wrestling headgear.
While Buddy paid them no mind, the massive wrestler following him slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the building as the two closed in on the ring.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for the Number One Contendership for the PCW Genesis Title! Introducing first, accompanied by Buddy Winchester, he is "The Kodiak", Hunter Benjamin!
At ringside, Buddy went up the steps while his large companion stepped right up onto the apron, wiped his boots and then sat on the middle rope. Buddy entered the ring through the opened ropes with the bear of a boy right behind him.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Ace Anderson: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Jerry Andrews: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in P.C.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. He is wearing his red leather jacket, black tights, and matching black boots and his right fist is heavily wrapped in black tape. The sirens begin winding up their pitch as the second round of screaming from the sirens begin. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo and resides here, in Greenville, South Carolina! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
Number One Contendership for the PCW Genesis Championship
Singles Match
Holden Ross vs "The Kodiak" Hunter Benjamin w/Buddy Winchester
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Jerry Andrews: The winner of this match will become the number one contender for the Genesis Title, but they'll need to continue to defend that spot if they want a shot at the belt!
The bell sounds and Holden remains in his corner, staring down Hunter who approaches the center of the ring, apprehensively, before looking back at his manager Buddy for any last second advice.
Jerry Andrews: Holden looks bored….
Ace Andrews: The “Bastard” is looking at the new guy who is trying to take his spot on the roster but I don’t see the “Human Wrecking Ball” letting that happen.
Benjamin motions for Holden to “c'mon,” turns to the crowd and flaps his arms, trying to get them behind him. A smattering of cheers is all he can muster from this crowd as he hasn’t quite grown on them. Holden begrudgingly walks out of the corner and lifts his hand up, signaling for a test of strength. Hunter looks to Buddy for advice and his manager shakes his head, agreeing with the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: What a cheap shot!
Ace Anderson: Who told the big dummy to take his eyes off of Holden? I guarantee Buddy didn’t teach him such things….
While Hunter was looking to Buddy, the seemingly uninterested Holden Ross sized him up and struck like a snake, dropping the kid like a ton of bricks with a well placed haymaker that connects on Benjamin’s jaw. Holden is on him with stomps, punches, and kicks. Hunter begins clambering back to his feet as Holden backs off when the referee hit the count of four. From his position at ringside, Buddy Winchester is shouting words of encouragement to his young charge. Holden rushes in but is caught by a wild haymaker from Hunter followed by an inverted atomic drop. Benjamin scoops up Holden and slams him down and the Bastard takes a powder.
Ace Andrews: Holden is just catching his breath; stopping the big boy's momentum before it can even start.
Hunter ignores his manager and follows Holden to the outside where Holden is at home. Hunter grabs Holden from behind but takes first, one elbow to the stomach, which stalls him. Holden then fires off a second elbow to Hunter's bread basket which stuns him long enough for Holden to grab him by the headgear and drive him face first into the apron. Holden quickly whips Hunter into the guard rail and is right on his heels with a clothesline that takes Hunter over the rail and into the crowd.
Ace Anderson: Holden wisely rolled into the ring to break the count.
Jerry Andrews: And he's headed back out of the ring!
Ace Anderson: I said he was “wise,” Jerry…
Holden hops the rail and drives a right hand into Hunter's jaw to drop him back to a knee. Holden grabs him by the headgear and then tosses him back over the rail and he lands like a sack of potatoes. Holden grabs a handful of trunks and the headgear and tosses him back into the ring before giving Buddy Winchester the finger.
Ace Andrews: I think it’s safe to say Holden doesn’t like Buddy…
Jerry Andrews: Or Hunter, either, if that punt kick is any proof..
Holden lands a kick to the head of Hunter, who had pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, that nearly sends Hunter's noggin into the cheap seats.
Ace Andrews: I hear the Baltimore Ravens need a new place kicker!
Hunter is on his back, staring at the lights, and the referee goes over to check on him. Meanwhile, Holden launches a shot rocket at Buddy before pointing at Benjamin and laughing.
Jerry Andrew: Zero show of respect by Holden Ross….should I expect more, though?
Ace Anderson: Hey, he's cheering the kid on, encouraging him to get up!
Jerry Andrews: If only so this assault can continue! This isn’t a match; it's an assault and we are all witnesses!
Ace Anderson: Snitches end up in ditches, Jerry….
Holden is indeed encouraging Hunter to get up and, just as he starts to make it to his feet, Holden rushes in with a hard right hand again before grabbing him around the waist. With a bellow of rage, Holden lifts Hunter up and then plants him with “Bastardized.” The effort of doing so brings holden to a knee but that smirk, his Father's smirk, curls his lips. He stalks over to his victim and latches hold of his headgear. He then drags him up to his feet where Hunter swoons in a daze before driving a knee into his belly to double him over. The rest is academic as he buries Hunter's skull into the mat with “Sins of the Father.” Before hooking the leg he, again, gives Buddy the finger.
Jerry Andrews: What did Buddy do to him?
Ace Andrews: Breathed the same air as him….
And the referee counts three, causing the air raid sirens to crank up their screams again.
Holden immediately rolls off of Hunter and bails to the outside where he retrieves a chair from the time keeper. Tabitha tries to plead with him but wisely gets out of the line of fire.
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing with that chair?
Ace Anderson: I think we are about to find out!
Buddy Winchester is checking on his charge, who is currently laying on his side, cradling his head and neck. Buddy barely sees Holden coming and dives for cover as the chair is brought crashing down against Hunter's unmoving body. He does it again. And again. And a fourth time before Buddy tries to take the chair. Holden swings at Winchester who barely manages to avoid being hit.
Jerry Andrews: Get security out here!
Holden drops the chair and then, himself, to his knees before he starts working on Hunter’s head gear. It only takes a moment for Holden to get it off and he then wraps it around his fist. With Buddy pleading for him to stop from the outside of the ring, Holden strikes Hunter repeatedly, opening him up the “hard way,” before rising to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: Here's security! Finally!
Ace Andrews: What are they gonna do?!
Ace is partly correct as they are briefly held at bay by Holden wilding the chair. But, oddly enough, Holden suddenly stops his attack and steps through the ropes. The ref, security, and Buddy all watch, cautiously as Holden walks along the apron, staring at Hunters bloody, lifeless body the whole way. In a flash of movement, Holden is suddenly on the top rope with the chair in hand.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, dear God no…..what….what is he going to do?!
Holden leaps, as if he heard Jerry and answered. He comes crashing down with a chair assisted elbow drop but, driving the chair into the face of Hunter. The crowd gasps and Jerry audibly wretches on air.
Ace Andrews: I think we all just witnessed a murder…
Holden has finally left the ring to a chorus of boo's as Buddy scrambles into the ring to check on his prospect. Holden stops at the top of the ramp, dented chair in hand, and turns to survey his carnage.
Jerry Andrews: He should be suspended!
Ace Andrews: I don’t think he would care…
The scene suddenly cuts...
Exterior at night with a widescreen shot of an upside down top hat, dark as midnight, sitting precariously on a blurred ledge.
The framing shrinks. That's when the hat leaps off the arena roof. A series of dreamlike glitches capture the descent to the ground below.
After it safely lands, multicolor stars reveal themselves inside. A widescreen return stretches and closes on a hand picking up the hat.
The bell sounds and Holden remains in his corner, staring down Hunter who approaches the center of the ring, apprehensively, before looking back at his manager Buddy for any last second advice.
Jerry Andrews: Holden looks bored….
Ace Andrews: The “Bastard” is looking at the new guy who is trying to take his spot on the roster but I don’t see the “Human Wrecking Ball” letting that happen.
Benjamin motions for Holden to “c'mon,” turns to the crowd and flaps his arms, trying to get them behind him. A smattering of cheers is all he can muster from this crowd as he hasn’t quite grown on them. Holden begrudgingly walks out of the corner and lifts his hand up, signaling for a test of strength. Hunter looks to Buddy for advice and his manager shakes his head, agreeing with the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: What a cheap shot!
Ace Anderson: Who told the big dummy to take his eyes off of Holden? I guarantee Buddy didn’t teach him such things….
While Hunter was looking to Buddy, the seemingly uninterested Holden Ross sized him up and struck like a snake, dropping the kid like a ton of bricks with a well placed haymaker that connects on Benjamin’s jaw. Holden is on him with stomps, punches, and kicks. Hunter begins clambering back to his feet as Holden backs off when the referee hit the count of four. From his position at ringside, Buddy Winchester is shouting words of encouragement to his young charge. Holden rushes in but is caught by a wild haymaker from Hunter followed by an inverted atomic drop. Benjamin scoops up Holden and slams him down and the Bastard takes a powder.
Ace Andrews: Holden is just catching his breath; stopping the big boy's momentum before it can even start.
Hunter ignores his manager and follows Holden to the outside where Holden is at home. Hunter grabs Holden from behind but takes first, one elbow to the stomach, which stalls him. Holden then fires off a second elbow to Hunter's bread basket which stuns him long enough for Holden to grab him by the headgear and drive him face first into the apron. Holden quickly whips Hunter into the guard rail and is right on his heels with a clothesline that takes Hunter over the rail and into the crowd.
Ace Anderson: Holden wisely rolled into the ring to break the count.
Jerry Andrews: And he's headed back out of the ring!
Ace Anderson: I said he was “wise,” Jerry…
Holden hops the rail and drives a right hand into Hunter's jaw to drop him back to a knee. Holden grabs him by the headgear and then tosses him back over the rail and he lands like a sack of potatoes. Holden grabs a handful of trunks and the headgear and tosses him back into the ring before giving Buddy Winchester the finger.
Ace Andrews: I think it’s safe to say Holden doesn’t like Buddy…
Jerry Andrews: Or Hunter, either, if that punt kick is any proof..
Holden lands a kick to the head of Hunter, who had pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, that nearly sends Hunter's noggin into the cheap seats.
Ace Andrews: I hear the Baltimore Ravens need a new place kicker!
Hunter is on his back, staring at the lights, and the referee goes over to check on him. Meanwhile, Holden launches a shot rocket at Buddy before pointing at Benjamin and laughing.
Jerry Andrew: Zero show of respect by Holden Ross….should I expect more, though?
Ace Anderson: Hey, he's cheering the kid on, encouraging him to get up!
Jerry Andrews: If only so this assault can continue! This isn’t a match; it's an assault and we are all witnesses!
Ace Anderson: Snitches end up in ditches, Jerry….
Holden is indeed encouraging Hunter to get up and, just as he starts to make it to his feet, Holden rushes in with a hard right hand again before grabbing him around the waist. With a bellow of rage, Holden lifts Hunter up and then plants him with “Bastardized.” The effort of doing so brings holden to a knee but that smirk, his Father's smirk, curls his lips. He stalks over to his victim and latches hold of his headgear. He then drags him up to his feet where Hunter swoons in a daze before driving a knee into his belly to double him over. The rest is academic as he buries Hunter's skull into the mat with “Sins of the Father.” Before hooking the leg he, again, gives Buddy the finger.
Jerry Andrews: What did Buddy do to him?
Ace Andrews: Breathed the same air as him….
And the referee counts three, causing the air raid sirens to crank up their screams again.
Sasha Greene: The winner of this match, and new number one contender for the Genesis Title: HOLDEN ROSS!
Holden immediately rolls off of Hunter and bails to the outside where he retrieves a chair from the time keeper. Tabitha tries to plead with him but wisely gets out of the line of fire.
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing with that chair?
Ace Anderson: I think we are about to find out!
Buddy Winchester is checking on his charge, who is currently laying on his side, cradling his head and neck. Buddy barely sees Holden coming and dives for cover as the chair is brought crashing down against Hunter's unmoving body. He does it again. And again. And a fourth time before Buddy tries to take the chair. Holden swings at Winchester who barely manages to avoid being hit.
Jerry Andrews: Get security out here!
Holden drops the chair and then, himself, to his knees before he starts working on Hunter’s head gear. It only takes a moment for Holden to get it off and he then wraps it around his fist. With Buddy pleading for him to stop from the outside of the ring, Holden strikes Hunter repeatedly, opening him up the “hard way,” before rising to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: Here's security! Finally!
Ace Andrews: What are they gonna do?!
Ace is partly correct as they are briefly held at bay by Holden wilding the chair. But, oddly enough, Holden suddenly stops his attack and steps through the ropes. The ref, security, and Buddy all watch, cautiously as Holden walks along the apron, staring at Hunters bloody, lifeless body the whole way. In a flash of movement, Holden is suddenly on the top rope with the chair in hand.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, dear God no…..what….what is he going to do?!
Holden leaps, as if he heard Jerry and answered. He comes crashing down with a chair assisted elbow drop but, driving the chair into the face of Hunter. The crowd gasps and Jerry audibly wretches on air.
Ace Andrews: I think we all just witnessed a murder…
Holden has finally left the ring to a chorus of boo's as Buddy scrambles into the ring to check on his prospect. Holden stops at the top of the ramp, dented chair in hand, and turns to survey his carnage.
Jerry Andrews: He should be suspended!
Ace Andrews: I don’t think he would care…
The scene suddenly cuts...
Exterior at night with a widescreen shot of an upside down top hat, dark as midnight, sitting precariously on a blurred ledge.
The framing shrinks. That's when the hat leaps off the arena roof. A series of dreamlike glitches capture the descent to the ground below.
After it safely lands, multicolor stars reveal themselves inside. A widescreen return stretches and closes on a hand picking up the hat.
Back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Genesis Championship!
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: Introducing first, the challenger: GRIMM!
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.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he is the PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!
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.
PCW Genesis Championship
Singles Match
Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) vs Grimm
Referee: Joseph Buckland
DING!
DING!
DING!
The bell rings and the two competitors square off. Grimm goes for a lock up and Majors dodges it. Majors steps back and swings with a roundhouse kick that Grimm swats away. Grimm swings with a clothesline, but Majors dodges it.
Majors quickly backs into the corner. As Grimm approaches, he manages to get away, throwing a right hand as he steps out of the corner. It misses. Grimm swings with a right of his own and it connects. Majors is staggered. Grimm clotheslines him down to the mat. Majors quickly rolls out of the ring to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: The feeling out process is still happening here in the early going of the match.
Ace Anderson: Majors leaving the ring here to regroup. He seems to be especially cautious here, backing against the ropes when he can and now taking some time outside.
Majors circles to the other side of the ring and tries to re-enter. Grimm meets him, so Majors abandons his plans and walks around the ring some more. He then re-enters using the stairs as Grimm backs up to let him in. The two lock up. Grimm takes Majors over with a hip toss. Majors hits the mat and rolls out of the ring again.
Jerry Andrews: Is this mind games by Majors or is he hesitant to get really involved in the match?
Ace Anderson: Look at his eyes. There isn’t much confidence there. I think he’s really, really trying to avoid any mistakes.
Majors re-enters the ring once more. The two lock up again. This time Grimm shoves Majors back into the corner. Majors hits the turnbuckles hard. Grimm charges at him with a clothesline, but Majors manages to duck and get out of the way. Grimm stops himself from hitting the corner, turns around, and walks right into a drop kick from Rick Majors. Majors now goes for an elbow drop, but Grimm rolls out of the way and Majors hits the mat. He immediately rolls out of the ring again. The fans start to boo.
Jerry Andrews: I mean, I guess Majors can’t lose the title on the outside of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Sure, but is this how Majors wants to keep his title? Listen to these fans. They’re not happy.
Majors returns to the ring once more. This time Grimm is all over him, hitting him with a running shoulder block and knocking him down to the mat. Grimm now unloads on Majors with several forearms to the head, causing him to cover up. Majors tries to roll away from the assault, but Grimm quickly pulls him up off of the mat and slams him back down. Majors gets to his feet, but Grimm hits him with a missile drop kick.
Jerry Andrews: I think all Rick Majors has managed to do with his tactics is fire Grimm up!
Majors tries to roll away again, but Grimm hits him with a leg drop. He then pulls him up and throws him hard into the corner. He then follows up with a hard running clothesline into the corner. Grimm then sets Majors up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Grimm now climbs to the second rope, sets Majors up, and delivers a suplex off the top ropes!
Grimm now goes for a cover:
1…
2…
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors kicks out!
Majors again tries to roll out of the ring, but Grimm stops him with a series of stomps. He pulls Majors up and throws him back into the corner. Grimm now unloads with a series of rights and lefts to Majors’ midsection. He then pulls him up of the corner and hits a quick DDT.
Another cover by Grimm:
1…
2….
Jerry Andrews: Two count!
Grimm pulls Majors off the mat and he stuns him with a headbutt. Majors is staggered. Grimm grabs him and hits a wheelbarrow facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Foddershock! And now another cover!
1….
2….
Majors kicks out once more. As Grimm stands up, Majors again tries to roll away. Again, Grimm stops him and pulls him up to his feet.
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors leaving the ring may have been the cautious approach at the beginning of this match, but it’s not working now and he’s getting the hell beaten out of him! He needs to change his strategy fast or he can kiss the Genesis Title goodbye!
Grimm lifts Majors up and he hits a suplex. He then covers again gets a two-count.
Grimm pulls Majors to his feet. He sets him up for another suplex, but Rick Majors blocks it. Grimm tries again, and Majors blocks again. Majors then hits Grimm with an elbow to the side of the head, breaking free from his grip. Majors then hits Grimm with a knee to the stomach. He then drives his elbow into the back of Grimm’s head, then sets him up in a double underhook position!
Jerry Andrews: Looking for the Major Impact!
Ace Anderson: He looks desperate to end this right now!
Grimm breaks free. He pushes Majors back. Grimm steps towards him, but Majors fires back with a standing spinning heel kick!
Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention!
Majors now grabs Grimm and hits a front facelock cutter!
Jerry Andrews: Believe in THIS!
Majors with a cover now:
1…..
2….
Ace Anderson: Grimm kicks out!
Majors mounts him now, unloading with a series of forearms to the face. Grimm covers up, but Majors continues to strike. He then stands up and hits an elbow drop to Grimm’s midsection. He then stands up again and starts to stomp on his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: It’s looks like he’s abandoned his caution from earlier!
Ace Anderson: Good! He’s still not going to win, but at least he’ll lose fighting instead of running.
Majors pulls Grimm up. Both men lock up again. There's a visible fight for the advantage in the center of the ring, but Grimm gains it by pushing Majors to the ropes. The referee calls for a break, and the two oblige. They lock up again, but this time Rick gets the advantage with a push, sending Grimm to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Grimm propped back up as fast as he fell!
Both competitors return to the middle of the ring. Grimm swings at Majors with a right hand that connect Rick fires back, then he takes Grimm down to the mat with a double-leg takedown! Majors now fires away with punches to the face of Grimm.
Ace Anderson: ALL CLOSE HANDED, LOOK AT THAT!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, will you stop...
Grimm rolls onto Majors and counters those punches with some of his own, Rick rolls back onto him, neither man want to quit! They roll back of the ring and their hold on each other is broken, but the fighting doesn't stop!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm with the advantage here, he’s up and he tries to suplex Rick into the guard rail...
Majors counters with a suplex of his own, sending Grimm's knees each square into the steel guard rail! Rick proceeds to stomp out Grimm using the railing for leverage. The ref counts to four, and Majors lifts up Grimm to send him to the ring... but the Hangtown Horror counters and whips Majors' head into the steel ring post! His neck snaps back and he collapses against it!
Jerry Andrews: A clear advantage now, with Grimm just absolutely whipping Majors into the ring post!
Majors is thrown back into the ring by Grimm, and is snapmared to the mat. Grimm off the ropes and nails Majors in the neck with an elbow drop. He lifts Rick up... whip to the ropes, aiming for a clothesline to the neck, Majors ducks and comes back with a back double-knee takedown!
Jerry Andrews: Majors comes back with an attack to the knees of Grimm.
Majors drops down with both knees on the right leg of Grimm. Majors puts a leg leglock on Grimm, pulling at the knee as Grimm struggles for the ropes! Grimm sits up and turns it into a rear naked choke on the neck of Majors!
Jerry Andrews: Both men battling!
Majors grabs the ropes and the ref pulls Grimm off him. As both competitors stand, Grimm scoop slams Majors to the mat. He tries an elbow drop, but Majors rolls out of the way. Majors gets up and he pills his opponent to his feet. Grimm fights back and hits a swift kick to the gut.
Ace Anderson: Majors hunches forward, giving Grimm ample opportunity for a powerbomb!
Grimm goes for a cover:
1....
2...
Jerry Andrews: NO!
Majors manages to get his shoulder up up. Grimm grabs him by the neck and pulls him to his feet. Dead Reckoning! Majors staggers back into the corner and falls to the mat. Grimm starts unloading on him with kicks as he struggles to get away.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just stomping the hell out of Majors now!
Grimm lifts him up and whips him to the ropes. Rick Majors comes back and runs right into a forearm smash to the head! He collapses! Grimm goes for a cover and gets another two-count. Grimm lifts him up again. He whips him to the ropes, Rick ducks a clotheslines, comes around, Grimm ducks expecting a leapfrog, but Majors dropkicks him to the knees!
Jerry Andrews: Could this be the start of a comeback by Majors?
Ace Anderson: Don’t call it a comeback, he’s been here for years. Literally years and years and years.
Jerry Andrews: Please stop.
Ace Anderson: The guy’s old. Like, really old.
Grimm is back back up and runs into a flying clothesline by Majors! Majors drags Grimm to the center of the ring and lifts up both his legs. He sticks his leg in between in an attempted Figure-4 Leg Lock! Grimm pushes him away and scrambles to his feet! He takes a swing at Majors’ head but Rick ducks and connects with a German Suplex!
Jerry Andrews: He's going for another... NO! Grimm fights out of it with an elbow to the neck!
He locks Majors in a front facelock and clubs away at his head and neck. Rick Majors counters with a Northern Lights Suplex!
Ace Anderson: Pin attempt!
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Majors pulls his opponent up. but Grimm stops him dead with a kick and a snap DDT!
Jerry Andrews: HE HOOKS THE LEG!
Ace Anderson: 1... 2...
3 -NO!!!! Rick lifts his shoulder at the very last moment! Grimm pulls Majors up and whips him sharply into the turnbuckle. Majors staggers out and he’s hit with a savate kick to the face! Grimm climbs up to the second turnbuckle
Ace Anderson: He’s looking for The Harvest!
Majors suddenly runs at him and leaps up onto the turnbuckle as well! The men struggle for supremacy!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was looking to finish off Majors but did you see that leap!?
Ace Anderson: I didn’t think the old man had it in to!
Jerry Andrews: Majors has Grimm set up for a suplex… Grimm’s trying to block it….
Both men ever-so-slowly tip backwards... a little more... then come CRASHING down onto the mat! Both of them are down!
Jerry Andrews: That didn’t really work and both men hit the mat awkwardly!
1…. 2…. 3...
Ace Anderson: The referee is counting both men down!
4... 5... Majors sits up! He crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. Grimm slowly stands as well…
Jerry Andrews: Majors with a kick to the stomach…. MAJOR IMPACT!!!
Ace Anderson: The cover!
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: GRIMM! KICKS! OUT!
Ace Anderson: No way!
Majors stands up a little shakily and lifts up Grimm. Grimm shoves him backwards. Majors with another kick to the stomach…
Ace Anderson: Another Major Impact!
1…
2…
He drapes an arm over Grimm as the ref begins a count:
1........
2….........
Ace Anderson: GRIMM'S LEG IS ON THE ROPE! THIS ISN'T OVER!
Jerry Andrews: AMAZING!
Majors slowly stands. Now it’s Grimm’s turn to rolls out of the ring. He tries to get his but Majors is able to recover and hits a baseball slide on Grimm. He then follows that up with a couple of fists and an Irish whip into the steel steps. Grimm crashes over the steps hard. Majors scoops him up and slams him down onto the steel! Rick Majors now re-enters the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Wait…. what is he doing!?
Majors climbs to the top turnbuckle… and he leaps off with a flying elbow drop!
Ace Anderson: Right in the heart!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just got crunched between those steel steps and Rick’s elbow!
Rick Majors slowly stands up and he rolls into the ring. He then rolls back out, pulls up Grimm, and tries to throw him up onto the apron. Grimm fights back and drives his shoulder into Majors’ midsection, sending him crashing into the guard rail!
Grimm now takes a step back, catches his breath, and…
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Again and again and again! Majors has been hit with a devastating series of headbutts here!
Ace Anderson: He could be out cold!
Grimm slides into the ring and back out to break the count. He leans back against the apron, trying to suck in as much air as possible. He then reaches down and pulls Majors up. He slams him head first into the ring, then follows him back inside.
Jerry Andrews: Can Grimm wrap this up right now and claim the Genesis Title?
Majors slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He turns around…. Another Dead Reckoning!!! Majors falls to the mat clutching his face.
Ace Anderson: I think that one cut him open!
Ace is right. Rick Majors’ face is covered in blood. Grimm approaches him, but the referee orders him to stand back so he can check on Majors and see if he can continue. Rick says he can, but the blood is really dripping from the bridge of his nose. Majors slowly staggers up… Foddershock!!!!
Jerry Andrews: The cover!
1…..
2……
3….
Jerry Andrews: No! The referee is waving off the three count…
Ace Anderson: Why?
Jerry Andrews: He’s pointing at the ropes! Oh my! Rick Majors slid his leg under the rope just at the last possible moment! The match continues!!
Grimm stands up and he reaches down to pull up Majors… Rick rolls him up!
1….
2….
3!!!!
Grimm kicks out…. but it’s too late! The referee calls for the bell!
Ace Anderson: WHAT!?
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors apparently got him! Just barely, but he got him!
Ace Anderson: Let me see the replay!
A slow-motion replay is shown… and Grimm’s shoulders are down as the referee hits three! Rick Majors is victorious! The referee hands the bloody Rick Majors the Genesis title as members of the PCW medical team enter the ring to check on him. Grimm nods and slowly leaves the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Wow! I didn’t think he could do it, but Rick Majors finally beat Grimm one-on-one!
Ace Anderson: I’ve gotta hand it to him, he stuck around long enough to outlast Grimm and win!
Jerry Andrews: What a night we've been having so far and we're not close to done yet! Coming up next is an in-ring return I thought we'd never see!
Ace Anderson: Loki is no longer PCW President and he's back on the active roster! And he's getting a title match!
DING!
DING!
The bell rings and the two competitors square off. Grimm goes for a lock up and Majors dodges it. Majors steps back and swings with a roundhouse kick that Grimm swats away. Grimm swings with a clothesline, but Majors dodges it.
Majors quickly backs into the corner. As Grimm approaches, he manages to get away, throwing a right hand as he steps out of the corner. It misses. Grimm swings with a right of his own and it connects. Majors is staggered. Grimm clotheslines him down to the mat. Majors quickly rolls out of the ring to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: The feeling out process is still happening here in the early going of the match.
Ace Anderson: Majors leaving the ring here to regroup. He seems to be especially cautious here, backing against the ropes when he can and now taking some time outside.
Majors circles to the other side of the ring and tries to re-enter. Grimm meets him, so Majors abandons his plans and walks around the ring some more. He then re-enters using the stairs as Grimm backs up to let him in. The two lock up. Grimm takes Majors over with a hip toss. Majors hits the mat and rolls out of the ring again.
Jerry Andrews: Is this mind games by Majors or is he hesitant to get really involved in the match?
Ace Anderson: Look at his eyes. There isn’t much confidence there. I think he’s really, really trying to avoid any mistakes.
Majors re-enters the ring once more. The two lock up again. This time Grimm shoves Majors back into the corner. Majors hits the turnbuckles hard. Grimm charges at him with a clothesline, but Majors manages to duck and get out of the way. Grimm stops himself from hitting the corner, turns around, and walks right into a drop kick from Rick Majors. Majors now goes for an elbow drop, but Grimm rolls out of the way and Majors hits the mat. He immediately rolls out of the ring again. The fans start to boo.
Jerry Andrews: I mean, I guess Majors can’t lose the title on the outside of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Sure, but is this how Majors wants to keep his title? Listen to these fans. They’re not happy.
Majors returns to the ring once more. This time Grimm is all over him, hitting him with a running shoulder block and knocking him down to the mat. Grimm now unloads on Majors with several forearms to the head, causing him to cover up. Majors tries to roll away from the assault, but Grimm quickly pulls him up off of the mat and slams him back down. Majors gets to his feet, but Grimm hits him with a missile drop kick.
Jerry Andrews: I think all Rick Majors has managed to do with his tactics is fire Grimm up!
Majors tries to roll away again, but Grimm hits him with a leg drop. He then pulls him up and throws him hard into the corner. He then follows up with a hard running clothesline into the corner. Grimm then sets Majors up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Grimm now climbs to the second rope, sets Majors up, and delivers a suplex off the top ropes!
Grimm now goes for a cover:
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Ace Anderson: Rick Majors kicks out!
Majors again tries to roll out of the ring, but Grimm stops him with a series of stomps. He pulls Majors up and throws him back into the corner. Grimm now unloads with a series of rights and lefts to Majors’ midsection. He then pulls him up of the corner and hits a quick DDT.
Another cover by Grimm:
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Jerry Andrews: Two count!
Grimm pulls Majors off the mat and he stuns him with a headbutt. Majors is staggered. Grimm grabs him and hits a wheelbarrow facebuster!
Jerry Andrews: Foddershock! And now another cover!
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Majors kicks out once more. As Grimm stands up, Majors again tries to roll away. Again, Grimm stops him and pulls him up to his feet.
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors leaving the ring may have been the cautious approach at the beginning of this match, but it’s not working now and he’s getting the hell beaten out of him! He needs to change his strategy fast or he can kiss the Genesis Title goodbye!
Grimm lifts Majors up and he hits a suplex. He then covers again gets a two-count.
Grimm pulls Majors to his feet. He sets him up for another suplex, but Rick Majors blocks it. Grimm tries again, and Majors blocks again. Majors then hits Grimm with an elbow to the side of the head, breaking free from his grip. Majors then hits Grimm with a knee to the stomach. He then drives his elbow into the back of Grimm’s head, then sets him up in a double underhook position!
Jerry Andrews: Looking for the Major Impact!
Ace Anderson: He looks desperate to end this right now!
Grimm breaks free. He pushes Majors back. Grimm steps towards him, but Majors fires back with a standing spinning heel kick!
Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention!
Majors now grabs Grimm and hits a front facelock cutter!
Jerry Andrews: Believe in THIS!
Majors with a cover now:
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Ace Anderson: Grimm kicks out!
Majors mounts him now, unloading with a series of forearms to the face. Grimm covers up, but Majors continues to strike. He then stands up and hits an elbow drop to Grimm’s midsection. He then stands up again and starts to stomp on his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: It’s looks like he’s abandoned his caution from earlier!
Ace Anderson: Good! He’s still not going to win, but at least he’ll lose fighting instead of running.
Majors pulls Grimm up. Both men lock up again. There's a visible fight for the advantage in the center of the ring, but Grimm gains it by pushing Majors to the ropes. The referee calls for a break, and the two oblige. They lock up again, but this time Rick gets the advantage with a push, sending Grimm to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Grimm propped back up as fast as he fell!
Both competitors return to the middle of the ring. Grimm swings at Majors with a right hand that connect Rick fires back, then he takes Grimm down to the mat with a double-leg takedown! Majors now fires away with punches to the face of Grimm.
Ace Anderson: ALL CLOSE HANDED, LOOK AT THAT!
Jerry Andrews: Oh, will you stop...
Grimm rolls onto Majors and counters those punches with some of his own, Rick rolls back onto him, neither man want to quit! They roll back of the ring and their hold on each other is broken, but the fighting doesn't stop!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm with the advantage here, he’s up and he tries to suplex Rick into the guard rail...
Majors counters with a suplex of his own, sending Grimm's knees each square into the steel guard rail! Rick proceeds to stomp out Grimm using the railing for leverage. The ref counts to four, and Majors lifts up Grimm to send him to the ring... but the Hangtown Horror counters and whips Majors' head into the steel ring post! His neck snaps back and he collapses against it!
Jerry Andrews: A clear advantage now, with Grimm just absolutely whipping Majors into the ring post!
Majors is thrown back into the ring by Grimm, and is snapmared to the mat. Grimm off the ropes and nails Majors in the neck with an elbow drop. He lifts Rick up... whip to the ropes, aiming for a clothesline to the neck, Majors ducks and comes back with a back double-knee takedown!
Jerry Andrews: Majors comes back with an attack to the knees of Grimm.
Majors drops down with both knees on the right leg of Grimm. Majors puts a leg leglock on Grimm, pulling at the knee as Grimm struggles for the ropes! Grimm sits up and turns it into a rear naked choke on the neck of Majors!
Jerry Andrews: Both men battling!
Majors grabs the ropes and the ref pulls Grimm off him. As both competitors stand, Grimm scoop slams Majors to the mat. He tries an elbow drop, but Majors rolls out of the way. Majors gets up and he pills his opponent to his feet. Grimm fights back and hits a swift kick to the gut.
Ace Anderson: Majors hunches forward, giving Grimm ample opportunity for a powerbomb!
Grimm goes for a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: NO!
Majors manages to get his shoulder up up. Grimm grabs him by the neck and pulls him to his feet. Dead Reckoning! Majors staggers back into the corner and falls to the mat. Grimm starts unloading on him with kicks as he struggles to get away.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just stomping the hell out of Majors now!
Grimm lifts him up and whips him to the ropes. Rick Majors comes back and runs right into a forearm smash to the head! He collapses! Grimm goes for a cover and gets another two-count. Grimm lifts him up again. He whips him to the ropes, Rick ducks a clotheslines, comes around, Grimm ducks expecting a leapfrog, but Majors dropkicks him to the knees!
Jerry Andrews: Could this be the start of a comeback by Majors?
Ace Anderson: Don’t call it a comeback, he’s been here for years. Literally years and years and years.
Jerry Andrews: Please stop.
Ace Anderson: The guy’s old. Like, really old.
Grimm is back back up and runs into a flying clothesline by Majors! Majors drags Grimm to the center of the ring and lifts up both his legs. He sticks his leg in between in an attempted Figure-4 Leg Lock! Grimm pushes him away and scrambles to his feet! He takes a swing at Majors’ head but Rick ducks and connects with a German Suplex!
Jerry Andrews: He's going for another... NO! Grimm fights out of it with an elbow to the neck!
He locks Majors in a front facelock and clubs away at his head and neck. Rick Majors counters with a Northern Lights Suplex!
Ace Anderson: Pin attempt!
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Majors pulls his opponent up. but Grimm stops him dead with a kick and a snap DDT!
Jerry Andrews: HE HOOKS THE LEG!
Ace Anderson: 1... 2...
3 -NO!!!! Rick lifts his shoulder at the very last moment! Grimm pulls Majors up and whips him sharply into the turnbuckle. Majors staggers out and he’s hit with a savate kick to the face! Grimm climbs up to the second turnbuckle
Ace Anderson: He’s looking for The Harvest!
Majors suddenly runs at him and leaps up onto the turnbuckle as well! The men struggle for supremacy!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was looking to finish off Majors but did you see that leap!?
Ace Anderson: I didn’t think the old man had it in to!
Jerry Andrews: Majors has Grimm set up for a suplex… Grimm’s trying to block it….
Both men ever-so-slowly tip backwards... a little more... then come CRASHING down onto the mat! Both of them are down!
Jerry Andrews: That didn’t really work and both men hit the mat awkwardly!
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Ace Anderson: The referee is counting both men down!
4... 5... Majors sits up! He crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. Grimm slowly stands as well…
Jerry Andrews: Majors with a kick to the stomach…. MAJOR IMPACT!!!
Ace Anderson: The cover!
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Jerry Andrews: GRIMM! KICKS! OUT!
Ace Anderson: No way!
Majors stands up a little shakily and lifts up Grimm. Grimm shoves him backwards. Majors with another kick to the stomach…
Ace Anderson: Another Major Impact!
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He drapes an arm over Grimm as the ref begins a count:
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Ace Anderson: GRIMM'S LEG IS ON THE ROPE! THIS ISN'T OVER!
Jerry Andrews: AMAZING!
Majors slowly stands. Now it’s Grimm’s turn to rolls out of the ring. He tries to get his but Majors is able to recover and hits a baseball slide on Grimm. He then follows that up with a couple of fists and an Irish whip into the steel steps. Grimm crashes over the steps hard. Majors scoops him up and slams him down onto the steel! Rick Majors now re-enters the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Wait…. what is he doing!?
Majors climbs to the top turnbuckle… and he leaps off with a flying elbow drop!
Ace Anderson: Right in the heart!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just got crunched between those steel steps and Rick’s elbow!
Rick Majors slowly stands up and he rolls into the ring. He then rolls back out, pulls up Grimm, and tries to throw him up onto the apron. Grimm fights back and drives his shoulder into Majors’ midsection, sending him crashing into the guard rail!
Grimm now takes a step back, catches his breath, and…
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Again and again and again! Majors has been hit with a devastating series of headbutts here!
Ace Anderson: He could be out cold!
Grimm slides into the ring and back out to break the count. He leans back against the apron, trying to suck in as much air as possible. He then reaches down and pulls Majors up. He slams him head first into the ring, then follows him back inside.
Jerry Andrews: Can Grimm wrap this up right now and claim the Genesis Title?
Majors slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He turns around…. Another Dead Reckoning!!! Majors falls to the mat clutching his face.
Ace Anderson: I think that one cut him open!
Ace is right. Rick Majors’ face is covered in blood. Grimm approaches him, but the referee orders him to stand back so he can check on Majors and see if he can continue. Rick says he can, but the blood is really dripping from the bridge of his nose. Majors slowly staggers up… Foddershock!!!!
Jerry Andrews: The cover!
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Jerry Andrews: No! The referee is waving off the three count…
Ace Anderson: Why?
Jerry Andrews: He’s pointing at the ropes! Oh my! Rick Majors slid his leg under the rope just at the last possible moment! The match continues!!
Grimm stands up and he reaches down to pull up Majors… Rick rolls him up!
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Grimm kicks out…. but it’s too late! The referee calls for the bell!
Ace Anderson: WHAT!?
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors apparently got him! Just barely, but he got him!
Ace Anderson: Let me see the replay!
A slow-motion replay is shown… and Grimm’s shoulders are down as the referee hits three! Rick Majors is victorious! The referee hands the bloody Rick Majors the Genesis title as members of the PCW medical team enter the ring to check on him. Grimm nods and slowly leaves the ring.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!!!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! I didn’t think he could do it, but Rick Majors finally beat Grimm one-on-one!
Ace Anderson: I’ve gotta hand it to him, he stuck around long enough to outlast Grimm and win!
Jerry Andrews: What a night we've been having so far and we're not close to done yet! Coming up next is an in-ring return I thought we'd never see!
Ace Anderson: Loki is no longer PCW President and he's back on the active roster! And he's getting a title match!
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW North American Title!
Jerry Andrews: It may not be the match we were expecting, but it is one the fans are excited about!
Ace Anderson: It may be the only time Alexa Black has received cheers in a winning effort.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. He weighs 220 lbs, LOKI!
The throaty growl of "Hross" by Skáld begins as the tron flickers to life with snow. ᛚᚢᚴᛁ flashes in white letters across the snow-flecked screen before the runes begin to flicker, alternating between the Nordic symbols and Loki. As the heavy strings take over Loki stands on the stage, black hood pulled up. Fog and snow envelop the stage as he makes his way slowly down the ramp.
As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Loki stops and surveys the crowd for a moment before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. He circles the ring before exploding off the ropes, crosses the ring, and leaps onto the middle rope, throwing back his hood just as the music picks up.
The music starts to fade as Loki removed the black leather jacket and throws it out of the ring. Retreating to the corner, he readies himself as he awaits his opponent.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent. From Los Angeles, California. Weighing 200 lbs, the PCW North American Champion, ALEXA BLACK!
The crowd looks to the entrance way as Blood On My Hands roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.
Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face covered by a black mask with two Japanese Kanji in white. Death on the left and Pain on the right. Behind her steps out her two friends and personal protection Vanessa Fitia and Tamika Steele
Her head is covered by a hooded zip up jacket over a plain black t shirt and black tights with black wrestling boots with a red spider on the side of each boot. Her hands are covered by black gloves and around her neck a red back spider pendant.
She walks slowly down the ramp followed by her associates as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman
Alexa looks around at the PCW faithful who pack the stands and simply glares malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.
She continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.
Alexa reacha the ring, climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring. Fitia ahd Steele stay in the corner keeping a watchful eye on everything and make sure Alexa’s back is covered.
The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring and removes her mask, her cold eyes silently staring up the ramp unflinchingly waiting for her next victim.
Before the bell gets called for, the referee informs Alexa's gal pals that they MUST return to the locker room. You can imagine how that news is going over with the sadist trio. Loki's concentration doesn't flinch as the referee enforces his ruling.
Ace Anderson: This is unfair! Loki has a whole Board of Directors at his beckon call, but Alexa is punished for nothing??
Jerry Andrews: Newsflash, Ace. Loki isn't in power any longer. We know what Alexa is capable of. This is absolutely the right move.
Fitia and Tamika can be heard boisterously objecting all the way to the back. Alexa redirects her anger (and some choice words) towards Loki. The referee calls for the bell.
PCW North American Championship
Singles Match
Alexa Black (PCW North American ©) vs Loki
Referee: Eric Russo
DING!
DING!
DING!
Like a bull seeing red, Alexa wastes little time stampeding in the direction of Loki. To counter this, he throws a dropkick at both of her knees, cutting off the rushing charge. After he changes his position, Alexa finds herself being hit with several stiff forearms and a follow face slam into the canvas.
Alexa flies right back up like none of those did a damn thing to her. She throttles Loki by the throat, but he's able to break the grip and offer a surprise cross arm breaker attempt. Alexa flips herself over so that it can't be fully engaged. She uses her power to lift Loki in the air, even as he keeps hold of the right arm. Just as she looks for a slam, he changes his attention to her legs.
Jerry Andrews: That switch will keep her off guard.
Following a sweep of the legs, Loki uses his elbows in rotation, putting them into Alexa's face and midsection. He rolls over her and introduces a double axehandle to the forehead. Loki leads Alexa to her feet. She balks on an Irish whip, but he counters her counter attempt, pulling her into a pumphandle slam! The roar of the crowd can't be understated as Loki keeps Alexa flustered. They engage in "WELCOME BACK" chants as if suddenly channelling John Sebastian.
Alexa tries to roll out of the ring, but Loki yanks her back inside, quickly looking for an STF. Alexa rolls them over and finds an opening by using the back of her head to crush Loki's face. Once untangled, she takes him in the air by his throat, then a heave into the ropes. Her second charge is thwarted by a sudden spin kick to the stomach. Alexa blocks a swinging neckbreaker, but her short-arm clothesline counter falls prey to a German suplex!
Jerry Andrews: That should knock some demons out of her!
Ace Anderson: Nonsense. She's got Loki right where she wants him. You'll see.
Over Ace's optimistic belief, the single German has turned into a triple, of which a bridge is held onto.
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Alexa powers out at two and tries for the escape again. Loki yanks her by the hair, nearly scoring a dragon sleeper. Instead he's pulled up into a powerslam. He falls back into position for a reverse DDT, but she rages into a quick lift and snake eyes to prevent any further damage. Loki is dropped on his head and neck in one heaving throw for his troubles.
As he clings to the nape, Alexa stomps on the protected area, not giving a damn if his fingers are broken in the process. She leaves her boot in place while lifting Loki back at an awkward angle by his legs. Alexa changes this into a Boston crab, only a short lived one as Loki grabs the ropes for a break. Alexa pretends like she isn't hearing the count, leaving Loki to agonize further. When she breaks, she dares the referee to disqualify her.
Ace Anderson: Yeah ref, disqualify her! Show Loki his return was a waste of time.
Jerry Andrews: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Loki takes himself to the floor holding his lower back. Just as Alexa steps through the ropes, Loki sweeps her feet out, causing her to land on the edge of the ring. Alexa is swung towards the steps, but one swift reversal with plenty of power behind it, puts Loki back first into displacing them. Alexa storms over to collect his carcass, cutting off any thought of a breather.
He's swung into the nearby guardrail. Loki manages a series of boots to the gut as she looks to stay on offense, turning antagonistic boos into ear splitting cheers. Alexa, having none of that, belts Loki in the chest with a MASSIVE palm strike, leaving her red imprint behind. She returns action to the ring. Loki swiftly surprises with a chop block to the left knee, buckling her where she stands.
A series of elbows land on the joint. With teeth gritting determination, Alexa is pulled to the center of the ring, but she fights off an attempted figure-four leglock. Once Loki has his back turned towards her, she pulls him down in a chokehold. She wraps his legs around him with anaconda tightness, then turns the choke into a cobra clutch. To prevent a pin from happening on her, she rolls them over onto their sides.
Jerry Andrews: She may put him out with this!
The chants of LOKI grow faint as he is unable to find an escape from her submission. But just as he appears to fade, he reboots to life by giving Alexa a taste of her own headbutting medicine. It's a little under the jawline, but it works! Loki gasps for air while Alexa adjusts her jaw. The two eventually meet, but it's Loki who takes control with a kick to the left knee. With Alexa buckled, Loki throws caution to the wind for a successful Broken Convictions!
He grabs his back following the fisherman's buster, but it doesn't prevent a pin.
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Alexa not only kicks out, but she locks in a sudden kimura! Or so she tries. Loki refuses to surrender his arm to it. Punch after punch hit their mark until Alexa is disoriented. After freeing himself, Loki is quick to place her into a figure four and this time he has it! One can never be sure if her screams of pain are because of the pressure on her left knee or if because she loves how it feels. Regardless of the answer, it's clearly doing damage.
Her refusal to tap out only encourages Loki to take further shots at her until hope has to be abandoned. Alexa is left hobbling as she's pulled vertically to her feet. Loki lifts her left leg up, but Alexa lands a surprise enziguri from the healthy side! Loki is dropped prone. A spinning backfist twists him around on his fall to a faceplant. Alexa hops up using her right leg for support. Loki is brought to his feet long enough to be drilled by an exploder suplex.
Jerry Andrews: She put plenty of impact behind that one.
Alexa follows it up with Venom Fang! Pressure is applied on Loki's carotid arteries and windpipe as his left arm is manipulated. Alexa savagely applies further pressure while she taunts the faithful for their futile cheers and chants in hopes that Loki will draw something from them. The challenger finds an opening called 'weakened left knee' as a way to break out of the predicament. Enough force is delivered that Alexa loses dominance.
Neither individual is in a position to take immediate advantage of the other. Shots get traded once bearings are restored and it's these that give both of them renewed strength and fire. Strike is responded with strike. They work themselves up into a slugfest, prior damage be damned! Loki pours it on in a flurry of combinations from both his feet and fists and then one tug of Alexa's face into his knee!
Loki throws himself off the ropes and right into a pop-up Samoan drop! Alexa drags herself on her hip for the ropes. She's forced to assault her failing left knee in some sort of effort to get it working properly. Rope by rope she pulls until standing. Loki is face down, but stirring. A sick, sadistic smile comes over her face.
Jerry Andrews: I don't like that expression of hers. Loki could be heading straight to the hospital if she does what I think she's going to.
Ace Anderson: Loki should've read my book about retirement and stayed home.
Alexa stomps her foot down over and over as if she's gaining strength. Loki puts himself right in her crosshairs, triggering The Concussion Special! But he avoids complete disaster! Alexa's left leg fails her, with the door opened for Loki to not only deliver one of his signatures in the form of Whisper's Wrath, but also a transition right into Ragnarok!!
Jerry Andrews: The roof of this place is about to explode! Listen to this crowd!
Loki turns Alexa over for a pin with the leg hooked.
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The noise has become so deafening, it's hard to hear Loki's entrance music being played. But after five years away, Loki has returned and become a champion!
After he's awarded the title, he gives it a long stare as thoughts race through his head. The moment isn't lost on him as eventually a celebration of sorts commences. Loki holds the title high and proud as another moment is attributed to his legacy.
He manages to exit the ring in one piece, leaving Alexa to seethe alone in the ring. Whatever psychotic thoughts she may harbor are soon doused out. Kyle Shane arrives from the crowd to remind her of unfinished business.
Alexa spots a rushing Kyle out of the corner of her eye a little too late. His leap is timed with a punishing curb stomp that smashes Alexa's head into the canvas with impact. Kyle gives her a pair of finger guns, then mimics the triggers being pulled. His aim then targets Loki, who has been watching the scene unfold from the top of the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: You can feel the tension in the air! Kyle has continued to be a thorn to Alexa and is telling Loki he'll be coming for that title.
Ace Anderson: Not if Alexa gets her hands on him. There may be nothing left of the God of Game after that point. If I were him, I'd worry about that first.
DING!
DING!
Like a bull seeing red, Alexa wastes little time stampeding in the direction of Loki. To counter this, he throws a dropkick at both of her knees, cutting off the rushing charge. After he changes his position, Alexa finds herself being hit with several stiff forearms and a follow face slam into the canvas.
Alexa flies right back up like none of those did a damn thing to her. She throttles Loki by the throat, but he's able to break the grip and offer a surprise cross arm breaker attempt. Alexa flips herself over so that it can't be fully engaged. She uses her power to lift Loki in the air, even as he keeps hold of the right arm. Just as she looks for a slam, he changes his attention to her legs.
Jerry Andrews: That switch will keep her off guard.
Following a sweep of the legs, Loki uses his elbows in rotation, putting them into Alexa's face and midsection. He rolls over her and introduces a double axehandle to the forehead. Loki leads Alexa to her feet. She balks on an Irish whip, but he counters her counter attempt, pulling her into a pumphandle slam! The roar of the crowd can't be understated as Loki keeps Alexa flustered. They engage in "WELCOME BACK" chants as if suddenly channelling John Sebastian.
Alexa tries to roll out of the ring, but Loki yanks her back inside, quickly looking for an STF. Alexa rolls them over and finds an opening by using the back of her head to crush Loki's face. Once untangled, she takes him in the air by his throat, then a heave into the ropes. Her second charge is thwarted by a sudden spin kick to the stomach. Alexa blocks a swinging neckbreaker, but her short-arm clothesline counter falls prey to a German suplex!
Jerry Andrews: That should knock some demons out of her!
Ace Anderson: Nonsense. She's got Loki right where she wants him. You'll see.
Over Ace's optimistic belief, the single German has turned into a triple, of which a bridge is held onto.
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Alexa powers out at two and tries for the escape again. Loki yanks her by the hair, nearly scoring a dragon sleeper. Instead he's pulled up into a powerslam. He falls back into position for a reverse DDT, but she rages into a quick lift and snake eyes to prevent any further damage. Loki is dropped on his head and neck in one heaving throw for his troubles.
As he clings to the nape, Alexa stomps on the protected area, not giving a damn if his fingers are broken in the process. She leaves her boot in place while lifting Loki back at an awkward angle by his legs. Alexa changes this into a Boston crab, only a short lived one as Loki grabs the ropes for a break. Alexa pretends like she isn't hearing the count, leaving Loki to agonize further. When she breaks, she dares the referee to disqualify her.
Ace Anderson: Yeah ref, disqualify her! Show Loki his return was a waste of time.
Jerry Andrews: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Loki takes himself to the floor holding his lower back. Just as Alexa steps through the ropes, Loki sweeps her feet out, causing her to land on the edge of the ring. Alexa is swung towards the steps, but one swift reversal with plenty of power behind it, puts Loki back first into displacing them. Alexa storms over to collect his carcass, cutting off any thought of a breather.
He's swung into the nearby guardrail. Loki manages a series of boots to the gut as she looks to stay on offense, turning antagonistic boos into ear splitting cheers. Alexa, having none of that, belts Loki in the chest with a MASSIVE palm strike, leaving her red imprint behind. She returns action to the ring. Loki swiftly surprises with a chop block to the left knee, buckling her where she stands.
A series of elbows land on the joint. With teeth gritting determination, Alexa is pulled to the center of the ring, but she fights off an attempted figure-four leglock. Once Loki has his back turned towards her, she pulls him down in a chokehold. She wraps his legs around him with anaconda tightness, then turns the choke into a cobra clutch. To prevent a pin from happening on her, she rolls them over onto their sides.
Jerry Andrews: She may put him out with this!
The chants of LOKI grow faint as he is unable to find an escape from her submission. But just as he appears to fade, he reboots to life by giving Alexa a taste of her own headbutting medicine. It's a little under the jawline, but it works! Loki gasps for air while Alexa adjusts her jaw. The two eventually meet, but it's Loki who takes control with a kick to the left knee. With Alexa buckled, Loki throws caution to the wind for a successful Broken Convictions!
He grabs his back following the fisherman's buster, but it doesn't prevent a pin.
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Alexa not only kicks out, but she locks in a sudden kimura! Or so she tries. Loki refuses to surrender his arm to it. Punch after punch hit their mark until Alexa is disoriented. After freeing himself, Loki is quick to place her into a figure four and this time he has it! One can never be sure if her screams of pain are because of the pressure on her left knee or if because she loves how it feels. Regardless of the answer, it's clearly doing damage.
Her refusal to tap out only encourages Loki to take further shots at her until hope has to be abandoned. Alexa is left hobbling as she's pulled vertically to her feet. Loki lifts her left leg up, but Alexa lands a surprise enziguri from the healthy side! Loki is dropped prone. A spinning backfist twists him around on his fall to a faceplant. Alexa hops up using her right leg for support. Loki is brought to his feet long enough to be drilled by an exploder suplex.
Jerry Andrews: She put plenty of impact behind that one.
Alexa follows it up with Venom Fang! Pressure is applied on Loki's carotid arteries and windpipe as his left arm is manipulated. Alexa savagely applies further pressure while she taunts the faithful for their futile cheers and chants in hopes that Loki will draw something from them. The challenger finds an opening called 'weakened left knee' as a way to break out of the predicament. Enough force is delivered that Alexa loses dominance.
Neither individual is in a position to take immediate advantage of the other. Shots get traded once bearings are restored and it's these that give both of them renewed strength and fire. Strike is responded with strike. They work themselves up into a slugfest, prior damage be damned! Loki pours it on in a flurry of combinations from both his feet and fists and then one tug of Alexa's face into his knee!
Loki throws himself off the ropes and right into a pop-up Samoan drop! Alexa drags herself on her hip for the ropes. She's forced to assault her failing left knee in some sort of effort to get it working properly. Rope by rope she pulls until standing. Loki is face down, but stirring. A sick, sadistic smile comes over her face.
Jerry Andrews: I don't like that expression of hers. Loki could be heading straight to the hospital if she does what I think she's going to.
Ace Anderson: Loki should've read my book about retirement and stayed home.
Alexa stomps her foot down over and over as if she's gaining strength. Loki puts himself right in her crosshairs, triggering The Concussion Special! But he avoids complete disaster! Alexa's left leg fails her, with the door opened for Loki to not only deliver one of his signatures in the form of Whisper's Wrath, but also a transition right into Ragnarok!!
Jerry Andrews: The roof of this place is about to explode! Listen to this crowd!
Loki turns Alexa over for a pin with the leg hooked.
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The noise has become so deafening, it's hard to hear Loki's entrance music being played. But after five years away, Loki has returned and become a champion!
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW North American Champion, Loki!
After he's awarded the title, he gives it a long stare as thoughts race through his head. The moment isn't lost on him as eventually a celebration of sorts commences. Loki holds the title high and proud as another moment is attributed to his legacy.
He manages to exit the ring in one piece, leaving Alexa to seethe alone in the ring. Whatever psychotic thoughts she may harbor are soon doused out. Kyle Shane arrives from the crowd to remind her of unfinished business.
Alexa spots a rushing Kyle out of the corner of her eye a little too late. His leap is timed with a punishing curb stomp that smashes Alexa's head into the canvas with impact. Kyle gives her a pair of finger guns, then mimics the triggers being pulled. His aim then targets Loki, who has been watching the scene unfold from the top of the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: You can feel the tension in the air! Kyle has continued to be a thorn to Alexa and is telling Loki he'll be coming for that title.
Ace Anderson: Not if Alexa gets her hands on him. There may be nothing left of the God of Game after that point. If I were him, I'd worry about that first.
"I tried to politely tell you, but you just wouldn't listen! I'm sorry that it had to be this way. Mommy said you have to go play elsewhere!"
Jason Willard is shown dragging an unconscious Texas Tim down an arena corridor. The Gerard Angelo shirt Tim is wearing has red splatter on it. The open wound on his head tells why.
"Tonight is my night! I had a birthday yesterday, did you know that? Mommy made it extra super duper special for us!"
No sooner is that said, does Willard push Tim down a flight of stairs. Willard exaggerates his expression. Eyes as wide as he can make them. Open mouth covered to block the horror out.
"Are you going to be ok, Tim? Do you need some medical help?" These are asked in a whisper. Willard looks both ways, making sure nobody saw what happened, then he waves goodbye to Tim.
"It's my night, Mommy." He says after pulling a photo of her out of his pocket. "I wish you could've seen the nice card Stormm got me. He wished me the happiest of birthdays and he even apologized for being mean!"
Willard stops long enough to ponder. "Oh, dear. I hope that we can still be friends after tonight. This loss may be hard for him to cope with."
Willard erases the thought from his mind as his attention is pulled back to Lucy's photo. "We have to go now, Mommy. After I'm done, I'll call to let you know the good news!" He says as he starts walking in the direction of the stage.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees takes over the sound system as the dim arena is turned cotton candy colorful by falling blue, pink and purple LED light-up balloons.
While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, the childlike Willard walks to the ring holding a framed photo of his mother.
There's a moment where he stops to reach out to the hands of the jeering faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or want to be friends. He flips the photo around and angrily informs them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!"
He goes into the ring and gives the photo a big kiss, then sets it somewhere he can always see it. He proudly tells the referee all about her afterwards. Willard is entertained by the falling decorations as the next introduction begins.
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. As the subtle orange lights begin to illuminate the ramp, there are already twenty cloaked figures lining the way to the ring, ten on either side. These are not the normal sized figures we’ve seen in the past either, none of which are taller than four feet.
Ace Anderson: Well, here we go again.
Jerry Andrews: The shadows are back to accompany the World Champion to the ring, Ace, you’re one of few in the building tonight that hasn’t been waiting all week for this!
Ace Anderson: I’m not ashamed!
The strings begin to accompany the percussion, and children’s laughter is faintly heard as the small shadows begin to frolic towards ringside. The tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area, and unlike in the past, no spotlights follow the figures, instead, the orange glow from the ramp also faintly lights up the ringside area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat, and shadows
Jerry Andrews: Jason Willard was in the ring just moments ago, but appears to have taken shelter under the ring as these figures started to play at ringside.
Ace Anderson: I wish I had thought of that, so I wouldn’t have to sit here and watch this. Good on you Jason!
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Stormm stops at the bottom of the ramp and watches while the shadows scamper in two lines around the ring, and appears to smile as the orange lights fade to black, leaving the ringside area completely black. The light from the tron video and the faithful’s cell phones leaves the Force of Nature a faint silhouette, he raises the World title high above his head, and the remaining orange lights and tron flicker off.
The house lights come back on immediately, and Stormm is already in the middle of the ring, the World title still held high, and the shadows have disappeared. The overwhelming adulation continued from the crowd, but there was no smile, and no mouthing off. Stormm was all business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, from the center of the ring, waiting for Jason Willard to stop cowering from under the ring, and for the match to begin.
Willard can be heard on the microphone telling the referee he's ready in a jittery voice while still under the ring.
Jason Willard is shown dragging an unconscious Texas Tim down an arena corridor. The Gerard Angelo shirt Tim is wearing has red splatter on it. The open wound on his head tells why.
"Tonight is my night! I had a birthday yesterday, did you know that? Mommy made it extra super duper special for us!"
No sooner is that said, does Willard push Tim down a flight of stairs. Willard exaggerates his expression. Eyes as wide as he can make them. Open mouth covered to block the horror out.
"Are you going to be ok, Tim? Do you need some medical help?" These are asked in a whisper. Willard looks both ways, making sure nobody saw what happened, then he waves goodbye to Tim.
"It's my night, Mommy." He says after pulling a photo of her out of his pocket. "I wish you could've seen the nice card Stormm got me. He wished me the happiest of birthdays and he even apologized for being mean!"
Willard stops long enough to ponder. "Oh, dear. I hope that we can still be friends after tonight. This loss may be hard for him to cope with."
Willard erases the thought from his mind as his attention is pulled back to Lucy's photo. "We have to go now, Mommy. After I'm done, I'll call to let you know the good news!" He says as he starts walking in the direction of the stage.
Sasha Greene: The following is the main event of Return to Glory and it is for the PCW World Title! Introducing first.
The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees takes over the sound system as the dim arena is turned cotton candy colorful by falling blue, pink and purple LED light-up balloons.
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. Weighing 250 lbs, JASON WILLARD!
While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, the childlike Willard walks to the ring holding a framed photo of his mother.
There's a moment where he stops to reach out to the hands of the jeering faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or want to be friends. He flips the photo around and angrily informs them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!"
He goes into the ring and gives the photo a big kiss, then sets it somewhere he can always see it. He proudly tells the referee all about her afterwards. Willard is entertained by the falling decorations as the next introduction begins.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. As the subtle orange lights begin to illuminate the ramp, there are already twenty cloaked figures lining the way to the ring, ten on either side. These are not the normal sized figures we’ve seen in the past either, none of which are taller than four feet.
Ace Anderson: Well, here we go again.
Jerry Andrews: The shadows are back to accompany the World Champion to the ring, Ace, you’re one of few in the building tonight that hasn’t been waiting all week for this!
Ace Anderson: I’m not ashamed!
The strings begin to accompany the percussion, and children’s laughter is faintly heard as the small shadows begin to frolic towards ringside. The tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area, and unlike in the past, no spotlights follow the figures, instead, the orange glow from the ramp also faintly lights up the ringside area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat, and shadows
Jerry Andrews: Jason Willard was in the ring just moments ago, but appears to have taken shelter under the ring as these figures started to play at ringside.
Ace Anderson: I wish I had thought of that, so I wouldn’t have to sit here and watch this. Good on you Jason!
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Sasha Greene: He is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!
Stormm stops at the bottom of the ramp and watches while the shadows scamper in two lines around the ring, and appears to smile as the orange lights fade to black, leaving the ringside area completely black. The light from the tron video and the faithful’s cell phones leaves the Force of Nature a faint silhouette, he raises the World title high above his head, and the remaining orange lights and tron flicker off.
The house lights come back on immediately, and Stormm is already in the middle of the ring, the World title still held high, and the shadows have disappeared. The overwhelming adulation continued from the crowd, but there was no smile, and no mouthing off. Stormm was all business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, from the center of the ring, waiting for Jason Willard to stop cowering from under the ring, and for the match to begin.
Willard can be heard on the microphone telling the referee he's ready in a jittery voice while still under the ring.
PCW World Championship
Singles Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs The Anarchist
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Willard slowly crawls out. Stormm patiently watches as Willard's head pops up just above the edge of the ring. Willard sees Stormm and decides to go back under the ring. A crack is made about how it's not his mother's dress he's hiding under this time, drawing some laughs from anyone who heard it.
When he does appear again, it's from the other side. Willard eagerly jumps in to tell Stormm "Surprise!" He promptly gets knocked onto his ass by a single right. Stormm takes the fight to Willard after standing him up, landing strike after strike until Willard is defenseless in the corner. To save himself, he ducks between the ropes.
"OW! What'd you have to go and hit me like that for?? Mommy says it's not nice to pick on people! Besides, I was only trying to surprise you."
Willard rubs his head as Stormm remains backed off. In protest of what just happened, Willard leaves the ring and folds his arms. "When you're ready to apologize for everything, Stormm, I'll be ready! Mommy says that saying your sorry for what you did wrong will make you feel better!" Willard may be childlike in his approach, but that doesn't mean he isn't watching for Stormm.
Jerry Andrews: And where is his mommy tonight? Could she not stand the thought that her son may lose tonight?
Ace Anderson: Maybe she's staying away so that she doesn't have to attack Stormm for his wrongdoings!
Willard runs away the very second Stormm puts one leg between the ropes. He goes no further than that. Not even as Willard tries to talk him into a chase that he promises is fun! Stormm decides the best way to get him is to take possession of Lucy's photo. It works as fast as fingers being snapped. "You leave that alone! She's mine!" Stormm does as requested and after doing so, mows Willard down with a series of running clotheslines.
A hard throw into the buckles sends Willard out into a back body drop. Stormm lays him flat to measure a leaping knee drop to the chest. Willard finds his world turned upside down with a series of snap suplexes and for the heck of it, a belly to back suplex! Willard is forced to leave the ring in pain. Through such, he works his way over to Lucy's photo. At this point he starts to tell her about what's being done and how much it hurts.
Stormm drops out behind him. A dropkick puts Willard's head into the photograph, partially fracturing the glass. Stormm dumps Willard back into the ring and because he has everything in control, a few front row fans have their hands slapped before he goes back inside. Even while holding his head, Willard catches Stormm with a spinning heel kick. "That's for me!" Willard starts a ground-and-pound attack. "That's for Mommy!" Willard slides out onto the apron. Once Stormm is in the right spot, Willard springboards to deliver Star Light, Star Bright! "And that's for being MEAN!"
Jerry Andrews: Stormm had everything going his way until Willard, I don't know, took his turn? Either way, he knows that won't keep Stormm down.
Willard doesn't follow up with a cover or any further offense, choosing instead to mourn the damaged photograph. "What did he do to you, Mommy??" Willard hugs the object like Lucy were physically hugging him in return through her picture. He gently places the photo on the top step. "Everything will be ok, Mommy. I promise."
But everything wasn't going to be. Stormm drops him with a Hangcloud DDT! Willard is brought to his feet and taken head first to the corner. Stormm stands on the middle ropes then delivers ten shots to the head. He backs away to watch Willard spaghetti leg his way out. Every so often he gives him a shove to see which way he'll move. Stormm finally hits him with a Flash Flood! He hooks a leg.
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Willard kicks out to the surprise of some of the pro-Stormm crowd. The champ cracks a smile about it himself. Stormm brings Willard to his feet when all of a sudden he gets a stiff right hand. Willard pauses as he gazes at his closed fist. His demeanor begins to shed its childlike front as the new skin underneath is one of a more angry nature.
Willard starts to aggressively pick Stormm apart with reckless abandon. Strike after strike is delivered in until the champ goes down. Willard drags Stormm to a corner, leaving his head on the bottom buckle. He takes off for a bounce and comes back into a flying shoulder tackle!
Jerry Andrews: Stormm might have taken the renewed fight out of Willard with that one!
Ace Anderson: I wouldn't bet on that.
Willard finds himself against the ropes as Stormm moves in. "WAIT! Mommy says we can still be friends!" Willard extends a hand while still wincing from the shoulder tackle. Stormm accepts the gesture, but pulls Willard into another Flash Flood! Willard drags himself to the floor.
Stormm plays up the crowd, going to every side of the ring to ask them if he should end the games? The chants of STORMM break out, alternating with claps. Stormm reaches through the ropes to pull a dazed Willard back inside. Only this time...
Jerry Andrews: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Ace Anderson: He got himself disqualified!
The bell is indeed called for after Willard takes Stormm's head off with a sickening chair shot. He's not the only one that gets it. Ed Lane is hit just as hard once Willard re-enters. Willard isn't done with Stormm. The term 'snapped' is appropriate here as he goes ballistic with chair shots to Stormm's body. The force is enough to break the weapon apart, forcing him to have to get a new one.
Laughter is the response a suddenly re-energized Willard gives the outraged faithful. Once Willard returns to the ring, he taunts Stormm. Telling him, "Here I am you fucking piece of shit! You brought this on yourself!" Stormm struggles to pick himself even marginally up. Willard decides to help him and then launch into delivering KANLM!
Willard drags a lifeless Stormm to the ropes. He pulls out four sets of handcuffs, binding his hands and feet to the ropes, rendering him defenseless in the process. Willard smirks and then gives Stormm shot after shot after shot to the head, even going so far as to swing at any PCW official who runs out to stop him. Blood drips off Stormm's hung head. Willard drops the chair and flips off everyone watching in horror inside the arena.
His last act is to use Stormm's blood to make the ANARCHY symbol on his chest. Willard pats Stormm on the head before he decides to allow any sort of medical personnel inside. Willard slowly leaves the ring absolutely remorseless and unfazed by the reaction he rightfully receives.
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