Post by PCW Staff on Aug 14, 2020 22:41:13 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 276
Friday August 14th, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to a special "challenge night" on Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews, joined as always by Ace Anderson, and every PCW Champion is in action tonight!
Ace Anderson: But they won't be defending titles or contenderships! Now, this night is all about pride, respect, and personal glory! I love it! I'm all about pride and respect!
Suddenly, the lights flicker and fade and the whole arena turns black. Static appears on the titantron as a greenish looking Matrix looking screen appears, lines and pieces of code falling from top to bottom. As the code gets faster, words appear on the screen.
"Last Chance to Break the Code."
The words fade away as jumbled up letters appear on the screen, forming a word code, a few of the letters starting to stop spinning.
T Y R Q P G E R C Y Y D Q Y U O K T J
The letters stay on the screen for a few seconds and the words "Returning Trauma 277" appears underneath it as the words code fades into the background and disappears into the code in the background, static appearing on the screen and fading to black, the lights turning back on in the arena.
Back to ringside.
Jerry Andrews: What the hell? Who is doing that every week?
Ace Anderson: Apparently we're going to find out on the next episode of Trauma!
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership to the PCW Genesis title! Introducing first...from Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
Sasha Greene: And his opponent! From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 220 lbs, he is the PCW North American Champion, 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.
Non-Title Match
Singles Match
Singles Match
Loki (PCW North American ©)vs Razor Blade
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: In his second match since his return to the ring, Loki is getting a former Underground Champion and apparent love interest of David Hunter's in Razor Blade.
Ace Anderson: Razor has the size advantage in his favor and that's about it.
Loki is well aware of that fact as he circles around with Razor Blade. They lock up. Razor throws Loki aside like he was nothing. The North American champ nods at this and has a self reminder about being sharper.
He picks himself up and meets Razor in the middle for another lock up. Razor's attempt to toss him aside again is thwarted by Loki holding onto the right arm. Razor lifts him in the air with it, but Loki puts the point of his elbow in the bend of the arm. He does that three times in an effort to neutralize the limb.
Razor swings Loki into a corner and shakes his arm out. He comes charging into an empty corner. Loki tries an arm drag, but Razor pauses that idea. Loki finds himself hoisted in the air again, but this time he wraps his legs around the right arm and has enough momentum to flip Razor onto his back for a cross armbreaker. Razor wisely ties his feet in the ropes, forcing the break.
Jerry Andrews: Loki has found himself a limb to target and if all goes to plan, he very well could negate one of his disadvantages.
Ace Anderson: Somewhere Kyle Shane is watching this. Loki will really have his hands full at Deadly Intentions with the God of Game. But first he has to remain focused on Razor Blade.
Razor moves away from the ropes while shaking out his right arm. Loki keeps a wide space open to prevent being trapped. Razor rushes in anyway and plucks Loki out of the air from his leapfrog. Razor drives Loki hard into the corner before giving him multiple clotheslines and a toss halfway across the ring.
He shoulder tackles Loki after he gets up. Razor brings Loki to his feet for an uppercut. Loki captures the left arm, pivots to the ring, and quickly throws Razor arm first through the corner and into the ring post. Loki traps Razor's right arm behind his own back, crushing it on his reverse DDT.
Keeping the dominant position, Loki senton splashes Razor, taking more wind out of his sails and continuing to weaken the right arm. Loki delivers some stiff punches to Razor's head, but eats a headbutt just above the right eye, which immediately puts him on his ass. Razor brings Loki up from the left and tosses him to the ropes. A Samoan drop is prevented. Loki slips behind Razor. Razor throws an elbow to the head. Loki staggers back and is speared! A cover.
1!
2!
Loki quickly kicks out. Razor deposits Loki in the corner following a palm strike. Next is an uppercut from the left side. Loki gets in several stiff shots in return, but Razor lifts him with a sudden spinebuster. Loki rolls onto his stomach, nearly allowing himself to be caught in a camel clutch, but he transitions out of harm's way with a push of Razor into the ropes.
He bounces backwards into a German suplex. Loki initially holds the bridge, but he rolls through and quickly takes control of Razor's arms in an attempt to lock in his Valkyrie's Wings submission finisher. Razor powers to his feet with Loki still bracing the right arm halfway across his head. Razor spins Loki onto his shoulder but is unable to land a powerslam.
Loki spins around into an initial guillotine chokehold, but when Razor presses him at an angle, Loki swings his body down with a double arm DDT! He then quickly transitions right back to Valkyrie's Rings with the targeted right arm getting stretched, forcing Razor to tap out.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Loki!
The victorious North American Champion is handed his title and gets his arm raised to much support from the faithful.
Jerry Andrews: A win is a win no matter who it comes against and this one gives Loki his second since his return.
Ace Anderson: He hasn't lost a step while being away.
Outer arena. Front doors unable to fully shut as several top hats, dark as a nightmare, render that function extinct.
Dreamlike glitch.
Haze of blue, purple, teal and magenta seep into the structural creases. Interior glass starts to fill in like a puzzle as stars dance in place.
Dreamlike glitch.
All the doors are closed shut. Noise can be heard from the ghosts of faithful past, present and future. The stars are called home to the lone top hat inside.
A hand picks it up.
Back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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: 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!
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.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner!
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo, with his back turned to the Faithful. He extends both his arms out to the side, one hand gripping the briefcase, where he keeps his Any-time, Anywhere contract, by the handle. He lifts the case above his head, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos.
Sasha Green: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!
He smirks as he surveys the crowd behind his trademark shades, holding the briefcase up proudly, before dropping it down and throwing his hood back. Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing and showing them the briefcase, letting them know that he’s the best in the world. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more, holding the TIIT briefcase up high in one hand, before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, placing the case on the mat, before climbing onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses, before picking up the briefcase, clutching it to his chest as he crouches in the corner, awaiting his adversary.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 227 lbs, the PCW Genesis Champion, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: And his partner! From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs 217 lbs, GRIMM!
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Tag Team Match
Pandæmonium (Holden Ross & Gerard Angelo ) vs Grimm & Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©)
Referee: Eric Russo
Jerry Andrews: We've seen Rick Majors and Grimm tag before, but they've since been through two wars over the Genesis Title. Will that affect their team?
Ace Anderson: It doesn't matter. They'll never be as good of a team as Angelo and Ross!
DING!
DING!
DING!
Suddenly, as the bell rings, Grimm grabs Ross and slams his head into the turnbuckle. He then Irish whips him into another corner and he follows in with a shoulder to the gut of Ross. Majors then comes flying at Ross with a crossbody into the corner.
Jerry Andrews: Majors and Grimm starting fast and they seem to be working together just fine!
Ace Anderson: You just wait!
Grimm turns around and he's kicked in the gut by Angelo and is then sent flying over the top rope with a clothesline. Angelo now clocks Majors from behind with a clubbing forearm to the back. He then starts to choke Majors in the ropes and the ref gets in between them and starts a count.
1...
2.....
3.......
4.........
Angelo breaks the choke and goes back after it again. Angelo lets go and walks over to his partner and stands him up. Angelo and Ross send Majors off the ropes and nail him with a double clothesline. Grimm enters the ring but gets caught by a One Hit Wonder by Angelo. Angelo then goes out of the ring and grabs a chair, he enters the ring with it and is about to use it but the ref stops him.
Jerry Andrews: Hey hey hey! The Underground is gone!
Ace Anderson: Who's even legal in this match? Has it even started?
Jerry Andrews: The bell rang but it's been chaos since the start!
The referee takes away the chair, then Majors spin kicks Angelo right in the face while he's distracted. Ross walks over to Majors and lifts him up but gets hit with a low blow.
Ace Anderson: Oh come on! Rick Majors is cheating left and right!
Ross turns around and that's when Grimm gets back up, quickly nailing Holden with a Dead Reckoning. Grimm turns to Majors and both men pounce on Angelo, stomping away on him before he can get to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: They're definitely working as a team tonight!
Ace Anderson: Someone get this match under control!
The assault on Gerard Angelo continues until Holden Ross gets up and he runs at Majors. Rick Majors moves at the last second and Ross crashes into the turnbuckle chest first. Majors walks up to him and drops him with a back elbow. Grimm comes over now and he hits a double stomp to Ross' chest. Grimm and Majors then walk back over to Angelo but he manages to tackle them both down to the mat! He gets up, pulls Majors to his feet and hits a DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Angelo is the only man standing now!
Ace Anderson: Damn right he is!
Finally the referee manages to get Holden Ross and Grimm out of the ring, and there is only one competitor in the ring from each team for the first time in this match.
Jerry Andrews: Are Majors and Angelo legal?
Ace Anderson: I would have assumed Grimm and Holden Ross, since they started the match, but I guess the referee feels differently.
As Majors gets to his feet, Angelo hits him with a spinebuster and goes for a cover:
1....
2....
Majors kicks out. Angelo gets to his feet. He lifts Majors and signals for a powerbomb. Suddenly, Grimm reaches into the ring and pulls his partner down! Ross charges back in and Grimm shoves Majors out of the way and Ross and Angelo collide in the ring!
Ace Anderson: I'm begging this referee to actually officiate this match!
Grimm gets up and quickly hits a lariat on Ross that sends him out of the ring. Majors walks up to he fallen Angelo and stomps away on him as Grimm leaves the ring to go after Holden Ross. Majors pulls Angelo up and throws him into the corner! Outside the ring, Grimm pulls Ross to his feet, but Ross lunges forward, slamming Grimm spine-first into the ringside barrier.
Majors clotheslines Angelo as he steps out of the corner. He then sets him up and hits a brainbuster. As Angelo slowly gets up, he's taken down by The Centre of Attention!
Suddenly. Ross gets up on the ring apron and Majors is distracted. He turns to attention to Ross, and that gives Angelo the opportunity to roll him up from behind!
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Ace Anderson: He almost got him!
Gerard Angelo pulls Majors up.... HOLLYWOOD ENDING!
Jerry Andrews: He hit it! It's over!
But before Angelo can cover Majors, Grimm is in the ring! Angelo turns his attention to Grimm as Holden Ross clotheslines Grimm from behind! Grimm staggers forward and Angelo hits him with a One Hit Wonder! He then turns his attention back to Rick Majors, who is slumped over in the corner.
Ace Anderson: This match was over until Grimm broke the rules - AGAIN.
Angelo pulls Majors up and he starts attacking him with rights and lefts in the corner. He then pulls him out of the corner and goes for a suplex, but Majors breaks free and drops down behind him! Centre of Attention! Majors staggers over to his corner and he tags in Grimm.
Ace Anderson: Oh! A tag! Wow!
Grimm enters the ring as Angelo is getting to his feet. As Grimm approaches Gerard, Angelo hits him with a knee to the stomach. Gerard Angelo now gets Grimm cinched up in a front face lock. Angelo floats around in a standing switch, and has Grimm locked in a waistlock. Grimm looks for a way out, finding none, Angelo pops his hips and throws Grimm with a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was sent half way across the ring . .
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is the greatest!
Angelo nips up and stalks Grimm, he grabs Grimm by the sides of his head, pulling him to his feet. Angelo hits Grimm with a big European uppercut, sending him down to the mat. Angelo goes for a cover and the ref counts:
1...
2...
Grimm gets the shoulder up.
Angelo drops a couple of knee shots into the midsection of Grimm. Angelo then tags in Ross and boos resonate throughout the arena. Ross climbs into the ring and begins to circle around Grimm, who is crawling toward his corner. Rick Majors begins to pound the turnbuckle pad causing the fans to clap in unison. Ross reaches and grabs Grimm's leg, pulling him back into the center of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: ALMOST!!
Ross climbs on top of Grimm and begins pummeling him with strong right hands. The referee warns Ross, and he lets up... for a moment before hitting several closed fist shots to Grimm's face!
Jerry Andrews: Stop him, ref!
Ace Anderson: Oh, so NOW you have a problem with the official!
Jerry Andrews: A chaotic match is tough to control no matter how great you are as a referee, but that's a blatant closed fist!
Ross relents and goes for the cover:
1...
2...
Grimm kicks out.
As Holden Ross stands up, the referee continues to admonish him. This gives Gerard Angelo the opportunity to run into the ring and take Grimm down with a clothesline just as he gets to his feet! Majors tries to rush into the ring, but sees him and the two start brawling. The referee turns his attention to them and Holden Ross uses this chance to expose one of the top turnbuckles!
Jerry Andrews: They are playing this referee like a fiddle right now!
Ace Anderson: All's fair in warfare, Jerry!
The official manages to get Majors and Angelo out of the ring. Ross pulls Grimm up and he goes to throw him into the exposed corner, but Grimm reverses and he smashes Ross' head right into the steel bolt, causing him to bleed! Grimm now makes it to his corner and he tags in Majors! Rick rushes into the ring and he tackles a dazed Holden Ross down to the mat! He starts unloading on him with forearms, but Angelo is back in to break it up! This sends Grimm back in as well!
Holden Ross is back up... Steamroller to Rick Majors! He goes for a cover, but the referee is focused on Angelo and Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: This match has completely fallen apart AGAIN!
By the time he gets them out of the ring, Majors has kicked out! Holden Ross angrily starts to tell off the official, and this gives Majors a chance to attack him from behind, set him up, and connect with Tainted Excellence!!!
Majors tags in Grimm now. He enters just as Holden is getting to his feet... Dead Reckoning by Grimm! He then sets him up... but Gerard Angelo returns! Majors rushes in to stop him.... The Harvest by Grimm to Holden Ross!
1....
2.....
3!!!
Sasha Greene: "Here are your winners: The team of GRIMM AND RICK MAJORS!!!"
The announcement doesn't stop the action as Angelo takes Majors down, hitting another Hollywood Ending! Grimm attacks him and the two men continue to brawl before Holden Ross gets back up and he hits Grimm with a double axehandle to the spine! And a One Hit Wonder from Angelo! Additional officials rush into the ring to calm things down, and Angelo and Ross leave the ring while Majors and Grimm and slowly trying to get back to their feet.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, Texas Tim!
“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers plays and out steps Texas Tim, wearing a white cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs along with a fringed jacket and a big smile on his face. He enters the ring, takes off his cowboy regalia, and prepares for battle.
Jerry Andrews: Wait, he's got a match tonight? I didn't see it in my notes.
Ace Anderson: Just wait, Jerry. You're going to love this. It's "Challenge Night," remember?
Sasha Greene: And his opponent!
The arena falls into darkness, but the wait won't be long. The first AAH that opens "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains showers the faithful in red. It alternates between that and darkness in between the next three. The hard hitting guitar riffs of Jerry Cantrell and Mike Starr cause the top of the stage to flash silver.
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. Weighing 250 lbs, he is "The Anarchist" JASON WILLARD!
As Layne Staley begins singing the first verse, Willard walks through white fog and into a sea of enormously loud boos.
Willard taunts the fans with manic glee before shoving the cameraman out of his way. A running slide puts him inside of the ring, where he then flips off the fans while grinning like a cheshire cat after getting up. The lights return to normal as Willard paces around waiting for the bell to ring.
Singles Match
"The Anarchist " Jason Willard vs Texas Tim
Referee: Charles Lim
DING!
DING!
DING!
Texas Tim clearly hasn't forgotten what was done to him at Return to Glory and he comes right after The Anarchist.
And pays immediately for it with an explosive KANLM that nearly knocks him right out of his cowboy boots. Willard sighs and shakes his head, annoyed, then goes outside of the ring to grab a microphone.
"Some people never learn. That sack of lonestar shit has been letting Stormm influence his poor decision making it seems."
Willard eyes the crowd that loves to hate him, only he doesn't engage their booing this time. Instead he returns to the ring to plant a foot on Tim's chest. As the count is made, Willard continues to speak.
"See how easy that was? Apply it to what I did to Stormm that night."
Willard throws his arm out of the way after the referee attempts to raise it in the air.
"Keep your fucking hand off of me unless you want to draw early retirement." Willard directs his venom at the zebra in charge, forcing him to make a speedy retreat. He gestures for Sasha's microphone and his entrance music to be cut off.
"Winning is something I've done my entire career. Every single gimmick I have ever had resulted in capturing gold. How many people in this business can make that claim? Vegas. The Anarchist. Seromine. Childlike Mama's boy. I was successful each and every time. Just like I'm going to be at Deadly Intentions."
Willard stops his speech in order to attack Texas Tim outside of the ring. Highly aggressive in punishing him from every direction, Tim eventually gets his face smashed on the steps. Then the microphone gets raised.
"Pain is just a four letter word until somebody like me makes you feel its very definition. You're going to get an education in what that's like, Stormm."
He continues to slam Tim's head off the steps while continuing to speak.
"Fucking you up has become a drug and I have an addiction to it. I can't truly feel alive unless I'm hurting you every chance I get between now and then."
Jerry Andrews: He won the damn match, now he feels like assaulting Tim afterwards??
Ace Anderson: He's sending a message!
Jerry Andrews: Willard is sick. Very sick and in dire need of professional help. That's the message.
Tim has been busted wide open and tossed aside at the feet of incoming officials.
"I wrote the book on chaotic violence and over the years, have added additional volumes to my library. You're my masterpiece, Stormm, and after Deadly Intentions, you'll be on the shelf for good! Because The Anarchist is coming and this is your warning!"
After ending with a steal of Stormm's catchphrase, Willard tosses the microphone into the crowd and then proceeds to throw Texas Tim into the front row right after. He fully embraces the boos every step of the way to the back.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... from Los Angeles, California. She weighs 200 lbs, 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.
Sasha Greene: And her 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. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: "Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.
Sasha Greene: "...he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
Non-Title Match
Singles Match
Singles Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs Alexa Black
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
Having made it to ringside, Stormm is viciously attacked from behind by "The Anarchist" Jason Willard! As Stormm is hunched against the ring apron, Willard assaults him with his own wooden bat, Stormm is too overwhelmed by the violent strikes to properly protect himself from his unrelenting tormentor.
Jerry Andrews: Somebody get some help out here before it's too late!
Ace Anderson: Don't request that, Jerry. I'm not done with my popcorn yet.
Willard is enjoying himself a little too much as he allows the champ to crawl away. Any official that has come down to get him away from the ring is swung on with contact almost being made more than once. The hatred of the faithful is of no deterrent. Alexa herself appears to be enjoying the violent outburst.
Willard relinquishes the bat finally, but is far from being done with his attack. Stormm is helped to his feet by the collar of his trench coat and sent head first into the ring post on the far side, making a sick crack on impact. For the second time Willard warns outside help about getting too close, seemingly losing his patience with them.
The Anarchist displaces commentary with the same kind of threat made to their well being as the backstage officials got. He makes short work of clearing the announce table and now has his intensity refocused on Stormm. The Force of Nature has his head bounced off the table more than once for further disorientation. But once he's on top with Stormm in his clutches, he puts him through with Stormm's own Force of Nature finisher!
Willard turns himself around so that he can study Stormm being face down. Officials gather around him without any threat coming for doing their job. Willard laughs to himself as he gets to his feet and calmly walks away from his dirty work without a care in the world. Cameras cut back to Stormm being checked out as the show understandably goes to a break.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. As we try to get some sort of order restored, we can report that "The Anarchist" Jason Willard has left the building following his heinous, unprovoked attack on Stormm.
Ace Anderson: Stormm brought it on himself, Jerry. Don't lie to these people here in the arena and those watching at home like that. You're supposed to be unbiased like me.
Jerry Andrews: Ignoring my factually challenged partner, Alexa Black has yet to leave the ring and has been demanding the bell be rung all throughout the commercial break. Stormm is in no condition to compete tonight and especially against someone like her.
Ace Anderson: Oh wah wah. Stormm gets paid the mega bucks to compete, right?
Jerry Andrews: I---
Ace Anderson: And he's our World Champion, right?
Jerry Andrews: Yes, but---
Ace Anderson: And he doesn't want to let his fans down, does he?
Jerry Andrews: The man was attacked from behind and put through our table, Ace!
Ace Anderson: It's not my fault he wasn't born with eyes in the back of his head.
Stormm is shown holding his head with officials at his sides. The faithful have long rallied behind him with some of his younger base in tears being consoled by a parent. Never one to want his fans let down, Stormm makes it known he still wants to compete!
Jerry Andrews: Is he crazy?!
Alexa exits to the outside and immediately pounces on him for that poor decision. Stormm is violently sent to the guardrail where he is the recipient of some nasty kicks to the ribs. The psycho nightmare herself uses Stormm's head to ring the bell, toppling the time keepers table over in the process.
Stormm is brought inside of the ring with Alexa not giving him an inch of space. She's temporarily stopped with glancing strikes to her midsection, but she has little trouble in snuffing it out by planting Stormm's face in the canvas. Alexa leans him up on his knees, runs the ropes, and delivers a big boot on the comeback.
Stormm is brought to his feet and sent thudding back first in the corner. He has enough awareness left in him to throw his feet at her face. Alexa shakes it off like it was harmless. She does it a second time and then ducks under on the third to deliver a spine tingling buckle bomb! Stormm slithers into a seated position, leaving himself open to a rolling senton splash. From there Alexa drags him to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg.
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Stormm throws a shoulder off the mat! Alexa throttles him at the throat as if she were back in her mafia days. Stormm nearly has himself a triangle counter submission, but a well placed closed fist stops all of that from happening. Stormm takes a head first ride to the nearest corner. Alexa torques his neck at an awkward angle over the top rope as she challenges the five count.
Stormm somehow blocks a snap swinging neckbreaker from being used as he manages to turn Alexa around to a knee lift in the gut. Gathering his bearings is no easy challenge at the moment as the effects of Willard's attack continue to resonate. Doing what he can to survive the tormenting Alexa Black, Stormm feeds her to the ropes, but finds himself reversed and met with a pop-up Samoan drop for his return. She pins again.
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2!
Jerry Andrews: Stormm throws his opposite shoulder off the mat this time! There's still plenty of life left in the Force of Nature yet!
Alexa relentlessly goes for the head with alternating knee strikes to the crown. Stormm is worked up to a vertical base where he falls prey to a successful snap neckbreaker. Following that, Alexa goes into a gator roll and then converts to a dragon sleeper! But Stormm throws her over before she can squeeze it in. Quick to her feet but missing on a running attack, Stormm cuts her off with a drop toe hold, disposing of her through the ropes.
Favoring his head and getting a moment to reprieve, Stormm starts to make his legs work. But Alexa is right on top of him like an avalanche with a running super kick. The hatred for her is heard loud and clear from the faithful, something Alexa further instigates as she taunts them.
Stormm is seen waving the referee off when asked if he wants the match stopped, a fact Alexa lets him know is his funeral. She bridges him at the arms, but can't quite get her fingers interlocked. Stormm does what he has to do to survive, so he stomps both of her feet. The momentary pause from Alexa isn't enough to halt her from stunning him with Black Widow!
Jerry Andrews: She got all of that signature move. Maybe Stormm should just stay down and live to fight another day and under healthier circumstances.
Ace Anderson: We agree on something! Who had that on their bingo card for August?? Stormm SHOULD stay down. In fact, he should stay home next time.
Stormm has prevented the three count once again and in the process, further draws Alexa's ire. Stormm is hit with palm strikes. He fires back with a closed fist combination to her head! She returns serve with a knife edge chop that lacerates his chest. Stormm initially covers up and draws in a breath after dropping to a knee. But he fires back at her midsection and then begins to fire shots at her head again!
STORMM! STORMM! STORMM!
As if he's being put back together by his legion of fans, Stormm begins to overcome everything thrown at him and has Alexa on defense! She throws haymakers his way, but they are blocked and sent right back. Stormm lights her up in the ropes, gaining more and more strength by the very second. An Irish whip. Clothesline knocks Alexa down. She gets a second and third before Stormm introduces her to the far corner.
Alexa absorbs the turnbuckle whiplash. She violently takes Stormm by the head to slam his face into the pad, but he puts his foot on the middle turnbuckle to prevent it. Stormm swings behind Alexa, waistlocks her and gets a release German suplex! The moment Alexa rolls onto her knees is the moment a fired up Stormm completes his comeback with a Flash Flood! Stormm hooks the legs.
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2!
KICKOUT!
Stormm was so close to a three that the faithful counted one and were met with dejection when it isn't made official. Even Stormm himself thought the match was over. As if the disappointment has somewhat doused his fire, Stormm doubles over with his hands holding onto his head and neck. But ever the professional, he carries on and casts aside the lingering damage.
Alexa is brought up by a wrist. She sends Stormm flying with a T-Bone suplex! Alexa places backs into the nearest corner she can find. Stormm rolls over onto his hands and knees. Here comes the charge. His sixth sense ring awareness prevents him from being hit by The Concussion Special! Alexa is spun around and gets dropped with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Stormm reaches out to the ropes to pick himself up. Alexa successfully fights off the Hangcloud DDT with a spinning back fist, knocking Stormm for a loop against the top rope. She sets him up for Twist of Hate, but Stormm moves his feet down so that the top rope can be used as a springboard for a small package! Stormm has it locked tight.
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3!
Alexa kicks out a fraction of a second too late, a fact she vehemently challenges after the bell has been called for.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Stormm!
Stormm holds himself up on the guardrail as front row fans quickly embrace him. Tyronne Little never gets the chance to go raise his arm up.
Jerry Andrews: She just assaulted an official! Referees aren't paid athletes. This is uncalled for!
Ace Anderson: Alexa wasn't born with a conscience. She was born evil from the deepest parts of hell and makes no apologies for it.
Tyronne is brutalized by Alexa's use of brass knuckles. She only stops using them long enough to go retrieve a table from under the ring. After it gets slid inside, she threatens fans dumb enough to antagonize her from the front row. But her immediate business comes first. A bloodied referee soon finds himself getting put through the table with a delivery of The Freak Accident! Alexa stands over his body like a serial killer who has just taken another life. There's a sea of officials on the scene who are barking orders at Alexa so they can get inside to help Tyrone Little. She decides to throw him out to them with a press slam!
Jerry Andrews: Was this a direct message to Loki and Kyle Shane??
Ace Anderson: Go ask her that and see what she says.
Jerry Andrews: You used to compete, how bout you go do it??
Ace Anderson: The word of the night is unbiased, Jerry. I hope you remember to be that on the next show.
The sociopathic Alexa Black stands tall inside of the ring for a few minutes more before she finally takes her leave.
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