Post by PCW Staff on Aug 29, 2020 12:43:40 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 277
Friday August 28th, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews alongside Ace Anderson and welcome to Trauma!
Ace Anderson: What a show we have for you tonight! We've got....
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.
"The Code Has Been Broken."
The words fade away as jumbled up letters appear on the screen, forming a word code, all of the letters stopping to form the wrestler returning, the faint sounds of "1000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" in the background.
T Y R O N E C R A Z Y B O Y S M I T H
The titantron goes static as everything goes to black in the arena. "1000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system as lights flicker around the entrance. Smoke fills the entryway as a familiar figure appears in the middle of it. A pump fist in the air as pyro pops around him as the figure cuts through the thick smoke. It is indeed the PCW Hall of Famer, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, but with a new look. Gone is his long blonde hair, replace with a darker, spiky black hair. He has some new ink on his arms and his combat boots and camo pants have been replaced with blue jeans and a pair of converse shoes. As he walks down the entryway, some of the fans start cheering as they realize who it is. He pumps his fist again and runs, sliding under the bottom rope. He soaks the atmosphere and scenery in as he closes his eyes, smiling from ear to ear. He grabs a microphone from the ring hand and stays silent for a little bit, before bringing the mic up to his mouth and uttering just two words.
"I'm Back."
He drops the mic as he steps out of the ring and slaps hands with a few of the fans and walks back up the entryway, turning around and thanking the audience before disappearing in the backstage.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, what a surprise! What a night this has been and we're just getting started!
Ace Anderson: I think the network has bills to pay right now.
Jerry Andrews: If that's what it takes to give our audience a break from your voice, I'm all for it. We'll be right----wait a second.
Jerry has his attention pulled away by a producer talking to him through his earpiece. It provides the perfect out to ignore whatever comeback Ace was going to give him.
Jerry Andrews: Something has apparently happened in the parking lot...? Stay right here with us, PCW fans. We're having Shane Dodge go check it out.
Ace Anderson: I think people are leaving because you hurt my feelings, Jerry. I'll have you know my voice is a ratings winner!
Shane and a cameraman are shown jogging outside of the arena. There's a chaotic scene unfolding as officials are huddled around PCW World Champion, Justin "Stormm" Michaels laying outside of his car. He's clutching onto his left leg in obvious pain while a medic team checks him over.
Off to the side is none other than legendary tormentor, "The Anarchist" Jason Willard. As he spots Shane coming over to stick his nose into his business, Willard provides details about what happened.
Willard: I'm so glad you're here, Dodge! It's awful, simply awful. I---
Dodge: What happened to Stormm?
Willard turns his head over in that direction. What the camera isn't able to show is his devious grin. He suddenly slips into a mask of faux concern.
Willard: I'm not a psychic, Dodge, I'm just a concerned friend. I came here tonight to watch the show, when all of a sudden I heard a loud thud. I think, no I'm sure it was more than one! As you can see, the sick son of a bitch targeted Stormm's twice-surgically repaired left leg for crying out loud!
Dodge: And you weren't responsible for it, right??
Willard plays like he's offended by the insinuation. He yanks Dodge over to the scene of the crime as Stormm gets loaded onto a stretcher. The Force of Nature himself fingerpoints Willard as the perpetrator, but The Anarchist is having none of it or following orders to back off.
Willard: Look at what's happening right now. I'm being accused by a man who is about to go to the hospital. He's not of sound mind. So naturally he accuses me! I think this was a hit job because I haven't collected on Gerard's bounty. Well you know what, Shane? I'm going to do that right now! Just so he can have some peace before his big match. You stay here with them.
Willard finally gives Stormm his undivided attention.
Willard: Hang in there, buddy! I'll see you at Deadly Intentions, ok?
He gives a thumbs up and walks away. No longer does he hide his sinister expression. Willard laughs and pretend limps his way into the arena.
As Trauma returns, David Hunter is seen backstage, walking out of the trainer's room with his crutches in hand. Shane Dodge is quick to approach.
Shane Dodge: David, you just stepped out of the trainer's room, presumably to get your leg checked and see if it's medically cleared. If you don't mind me asking, what IS the status of your career right now?
David smirks, allowing Shane to place the mic close to him.
David Hunter: You can ask me anything Shane, we're buddies after all. As for my leg, well...I just had a long talk with the EMTs and...it's not looking good. We went over some options on what I could do, but...it looks like...it looks like me being Holden's manager might be a more long term thing.
Shane hesitates a bit before taking the mic back, asking a follow-up question.
Shane Dodge: David...are you implying...?
David takes it back before Shane can finish his sentence.
David Hunter: All I'm saying is that sometimes...things don't go your way. You don't get what you want. And maybe...in some way...it's karma, but...it does not look like the time frame I had in place was accurate. I have the papers to show, but...it might be a little while before David Hunter steps back into that ring.
David turns around and hobbles away, leaving Shane to just stare on, looking what sad for his friend.
Back at ringside, the competitors are all in the ring for the evening's first match.
Deadly Rumble Preview Match
Deadly Rumble Rules
Deadly Rumble Rules
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
The bell rings. Razor Blade immediately charges in at Majors and spears him into the corner. He stands up and walks right into a clothesline from Gerard Angelo. Angelo turns to Majors who is getting to his feet and he kicks him in the stomach. He sets him up but Majors breaks free. They lock up and struggle briefly, but quickly start throwing lefts and rights at each others heads instead.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors and Gerard Angelo seem to have developed quite an intense dislike between one another.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, it’s because Gerard Angelo is a talented winner in his prime and Rick Majors is Rick Majors….
They stumble towards the ropes when Razor suddenly grabs both of them and tries to toss them over!
Jerry Andrews: Woah woah woah… Razor Blade could win this match right here!
Angelo and Majors both turn their attention to Blade. Angelo elbows him in the side of the head. Majors is thrown over the ropes, but he lands on the apron. Angelo starts slugging it out with Razor now, allowing Rick to return to the ring.
Razor Blade staggers Angelo with a right hand. Gerard turns around and walks right into another right hand from Rick Majors. Razor now clotheslines Angelo down to the mat. Razor stands up and Rick Majors swings at him with a hook kick. Blade dodges it and he spears Majors down to the mat. He then scoops him up, but Rick fires back with a series of punches. He then grabs Blade and throws him into the corner. Before Majors can go after him, Angelo is back up with a shot to Majors’ back. He turns around and strikes him with a forearm to the face. He swings again, but this time Rick blocks it.
Majors gains the upper hand with a knee to the gut that backs Angelo up some. Majors walks away from him and charges in and Angelo drop toe holds Majors face first into the bottom turnbuckle!.
Jerry Andrews: Did you hear Majors's face bounce off those that turnbuckle? The sound was sickening.
Ace Anderson: I hope he broke his nose.
Angelo pulls Majors up, but Razor Blade takes him down with a big kick. Blade pulls Angelo up, but Gerard hits a big European uppercut that staggers Blade. Angelo now drops him to the mat with a clothesline.
Angelo turns around and Majors punches him in the gut then snap suplexes him. Majors then stands up and backs Angelo up into the ropes. He tries to clothesline him over, but Gerard dodges out of the way. Angelo swings with a right hand that connects. Majors is staggered. As Gerard has Majors standing against the ropes, he begins to slap him, taunting him and talking down to him.
Jerry Andrews: This is unnecessary! He has him where he wants him!
With a smirk on his face, Angelo grabs Majors' arm, going for a Director's Cut. Before he can get very far though, a fan wearing a lucha mask slides into the ring, clipping Gerard's leg. This sends Angelo to the mat, and allowing a charging Razor Blade to leap over the bodies and hit a devastating Spear to Rick Majors!
Ace Anderson: Get that fan out of there!
Jerry Andrews: It was the distraction that might have saved Angelo there, but never interfere in matches fans.
As security drags the fan away, the cameras refocus on the ring. As Razor gets back up, he turns around into a Hero's Welcome that takes the big man down! Majors slowly gets up now and he grabs Razor, but Blade overpowers him and shoves him into the corner. As Majors steps out..
Jerry Andrews: RAZOR’S EDGE!
Ace Anderson: Eliminate him, Razor!
Razor Blade pulls Majors up and he drags him over to the ropes. He lifts him up to toss him over, but Gerard Angelo comes from behind and he throws both men over the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: WOW!
Razor Blade falls over the ropes and hits the floor! Majors manages to hold on and remain on the apron! Angelo swings at him, but Majors ducks and then drives his shoulder between the top and middle ropes, hitting Angelo in the stomach and doubling him over. Rick Majors returns to the ring now.
Sasha Greene: Razor Blade has been eliminated!
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is out of this match, but Rick Majors keeps himself alive!
Ace Anderson: It doesn’t matter. He’s old and he’ll die soon.
Majors lifts Angelo up and double hooks both his arms and tries for a Major Impact! Angelo breaks free and swings. Majors grabs him and strikes him in the face twice before flipping him over with a double arm suplex.
Majors now sits Angelo up and locks him in a chin lock and puts his knee into Angelo's back. Majors cranks back on Angelo's chin.
Ace Anderson: There’s no submissions in this match, idiot.
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on, you know he’s trying to wear Angelo down and catch his own breath a bit!
Angelo starts to fight back and rallies enough strength to stand up but Majors grabs him by the back of his hair and rams his face first into a turnbuckle. Angelo turns and Majors goes for a left but Angelo blocks it and clocks him with a right to the face. Majors stumbles back and goes for another left but Angelo clocks him with another right and then another right and then he turns and runs off the ropes, hitting Majors with a big clothesline. Majors hits the mat hard. Angelo takes a moment to compose himself and then he pulls Majors up….
Jerry Andrews: Director’s Cut!
Ace Anderson: That’s hit! Throw him out Gerry!
Gerard Angelo does just that… and he wins the match!
Jerry Andrews: It’s over!
Ace Anderson: The Hollywood Hero just earned his chance at a leading role!
Sasha Greene: Rick Majors has been eliminated! The winner of this match is Gerard Angelo!
Gerard Angelo stands up and raises his arms in the air.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo wins! He’ll get the opportunity to enter the Deadly Rumble from the coveted final spot! But what was going on with that fan earlier?
Ace Anderson: Who cares about some fan! Gerard Angelo is a winner once again!
The arena is at capacity. Eyes collectively stare in a singular direction. There's playful life on the tron. Outlines glide into a tapestry of stars.
Dreamlike glitch.
They reveal their colors: blue, purple, magenta, teal. Crisscrossing in unified harmony. Underneath the stage starts a sequence of the same colors.
Dreamlike glitch.
Smoke bellows in saturated hues. Playful stars quicken until equally as bright. They choose their colors in equal amounts.
Dreamlike glitch.
All is empty. Except for the hat on the stage, dark as the arena, filled with excited stars. They say hello to the hand that picks it up.
Back to ringside.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is a Deadly Rumble Preview match! In order to be eliminated, an opponent must go over the top rope with both feet touching the floor. Introducing first. From Los Angeles, California. Weighing 200 lbs, ALEXA BLACK!
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.
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. 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: Now 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.
Sasha Greene: And the final opponent!
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.
Walking alongside him, crutches and all, is David Hunter.
Jerry Andrews: Well well look who’s here with Holden.
Ace Anderson: Yes!!!
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!
Deadly Rumble Preview Match
Deadly Rumble Rules
Deadly Rumble Rules
Alexa Black vs Texas Tim vs Holden Ross
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: This should be interesting to say the least.
Ace Anderson: They say everything is bigger in Texas. That also means stupidity. Texas Tim makes George W. Bush look smart by comparison. Why would he choose to compete against these two??
Jerry Andrews: A win tonight would be as big as his home state!
Holden immediately steamrolls Texas Tim into Alexa Black. She catches the flying Texan and in turn gives him a release German suplex into the corner. Holden drops an elbow onto her midsection, then proceeds to send her across the ring with one heave.
Tim pulls himself up in time to throw boots into Holden's face. He even manages to get in a pair of strikes before having those blocked. Holden squeezes down on the captured fists, forcing Tim to his knees in agony. Holden forces Tim to punch himself in the face before he sends him overhead with a release belly-to-belly suplex.
Holden turns just in time to be obliterated by an angry Alexa Black in the corner. She runs right through him with a powerful avalanche that leaves Holden stunned and gasping for air. Tim finds his head getting slammed on top of Holden's and then being dumped right over the top rope. But he remains on the apron.
Jerry Andrews: King Kong and Godzilla are abusing one another and Texas Tim is caught in between like the city they wreck!
Ace Anderson: Tim's on the floor! He's eliminated! Texas Forever!
Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?? You can clearly see he's back inside the ring.
Ace Anderson: Just remember what I said earlier.
Tim can’t move away from the ropes however, as David Hunter is holding his leg!
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
Ace Anderson: What???
Texas Tim turns to face Hunter, who lets go and points to his injured leg.
Jerry Andrews: Oh so now he’s just a poor injured man..
Alexa is unable to get Holden moved into position for an attempted elimination, so she violently works him over against the ropes with surgical precision. Holden goes elastic against the former mafia enforcer. No sooner does she flash her sadistic sneer does she spin Holden around so that he's facing the ropes. From there Alexa tries to dump him out. David Hunter swings his crutch at Alexa! She backs up and avoids getting hit, but David Hunter has successfully saved Holden Ross from being eliminated!
Jerry Andrews: Get him out of here!
Alexa Black angrily shouts at David Hunter, who once again points to his injured leg. She’s about to leave the ring to go after him, But here comes Texas Tim! He grabs Miss Black (his words) and spins her into a discus lariat! It bounces right off without much effect, causing him to back away. A recovered Holden pushes her towards him and a split decision big boot! Alexa staggers into Holden who promptly heaves her out of the ring like she was luggage. Only she goes through the ropes, not over. Much to the mass disappointment of the crowd.
Texas Tim gets himself a Henry VII for his troubles. Holden deadlifts him from there and goes running to the first corner he sees to deliver a devastating buckle bomb. "Fuck Texas!" Holden rains down shot after shot after shot to a seated Texas Tim. He then picks him up for a quick elimination try, but he sidewinds himself in the ropes to prevent hitting the floor.
Jerry Andrews: Texas Tim may be surprising everyone right now. The fans have no love for Holden or Alexa, so you know they'd love to see them lose!
Ace Anderson: The same kind of people who throw perfectly good change into a fountain hoping their wishes come true. Well they never will and definitely won't be in this match either.
As Holden works to untangle Texas Tim so he can hit the showers, Alexa brings a steel chair with her to hit Holden as hard as she possibly can! The crack of steel to back is as loud as it can be. Holden falls against the ropes. When he turns to look back, Alexa gives him a reminder she's not to be fucked with. The blast to the head puts Holden over the pulled top rope and OUT to the floor!
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter couldn’t save him that time!
Sasha Greene: Holden Ross has been eliminated!
The immediate cheering sections are muted once the announcement wears off. In come the boos as they realize Alexa Black is left all alone with Texas Tim. Let that sink in. Alexa gets rid of the broken chair before she drags Tim into the ring for his beating. Surprisingly he manages a drop toe hold, felling Alexa on the middle rope.
Tim sends Alexa to a corner with an Irish whip. He follows her in with a clothesline, but his running bulldog attempt gets halted. Alexa turns it around into a spinning powerbomb. She then rotates and slingshots Tim head first into the top turnbuckle, just narrowly avoiding the post.
The Lone Star Stallion is probably seeing a herd of cattle racing around his head while laying flat on his back. Alexa gives the faithful further reasons to boo her to their heart's content while keeping a boot pressed on his throat. Continuing to toy with Texas Tim, Alexa slaps him around, but with such a force that her handprint is getting left behind.
Jerry Andrews: She can end this whenever she wants, but instead chooses to be a psychopathic bit--
Ace Anderson: Bite that tongue, Jerry. You don't know how she'll take to a compliment.
A spinning backfist catches Tim on the mark and puts him down on his hands and knees. Alexa backs into a corner to size him up. Any fun she was having is about to die. Here comes The Concussion Special! Tim falls out of the way! Alexa spins corrects course and turns around into a well placed dropkick! Another! There's a bodyslam!
"TEXAS FOREVER!"
It gets a decent pop and repeat. Alexa finds herself on the receiving end of punches in the corner. But Tim only makes it to five before Alexa dumps him on his head. She recovers and this time hits The Concussion Special. Alexa yanks Tim up by the hair and in one fling, has him sent to the outside to the floor. Any hopes for a happy ending are gone.
Sasha Greene: Texas Tim has been eliminated! Here is your winner, Alexa Black!
As Alexa stands tall, her celebration is cut short as she finds herself victim of a crutch to the back.
Jerry Andrews: What the hell?!
As her music fades away, the camera sees David Hunter, standing in the ring with a smirk on his face. He lifts the crutch and slams it down onto Alexa some more, earning some ire from the fans.
Ace Anderson: I can't believe it!
Jerry Andrews: This is appalling behavior!
Ace Anderson: It's a miracle!
As David throws one of the crutches away, he holds the unbroken one like a bat. Before he can swing it further, he is stopped by Texas Tim, who grabs it from behind. This is all the distraction needed, as Tim is soon victim to a One Hit Wonder by Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: And there's Angelo out here now!
Ace Anderson: It's a Pandæmonium reunion!
Holden Ross is back in the ring, walking over towards Tim. He starts railing in right hands on him. Meanwhile, Angelo grabs Alexa, getting her up so they are face-to-face. With a smirk on his face, Alexa, barely conscious, has enough energy to glare hatred into David. David grips his crutch tight, using it to jam a blow into her abdomen.
Ace Anderson: His leg is healed! What a timely convenience!
David then uses the crutch to raise Alexa's chin so they are face-to-face. The smirk on his face grows bigger....until Alexa spits a huge wad into his face.
David loses his smile and tosses the crutch out of the ring. Alexa elbows out of Gerard's hold, but turns right around into a Thrill of the Hunt!
Jerry Andrews: A Thill of the Hunt!
Ace Anderson: A move we haven't seen in ages.
Holden picks Texas Tim up, holding him up like dead weight long enough for a David to hit another Thrill of the Hunt to him!
Jerry Andrews: And another!
David gets to his feet, quickly taking a mic offered to him by Gerard. As the fans continue to boo, David smirks all while speaking.
David Hunter: On September 27th...I will be making my illustrious return to Pure Class Wrestling...in the Deadly Rumble! Until that moment in time, I am not medically cleared to compete! I will be accompanying my good friend Holden Ross at ringside in the meanwhile...and if my tag partner Gerard needs me...hell....there might be another fan who pops in out of nowhere!
Gerard and David quickly shake hands and bump fists, sharing smirks.
David Hunter: I told everybody that Pandæmonium was going to run amuck when I came back! Well Pure Class...I'm...back! So if anybody wants a piece of me, wait in line! Gordon...if you're still hiding in the rafters, I'm ready to do this when you are! Alexa....bitch you just go planted into the mat, but I'm ready to kick your ass again! Kyle....I know you're waiting in the shadows, willing to tear me a new one for taking you out like I did! Whenever you're ready, I'm ready to do it again! Oh...as for Loki...the man who holds...MY...North American Title nice and safe...make no bones about it....I'm on the hunt for you...and nobody....fucks...with a Hunter. Gerry!
Gerard can be heard shouting a "what?!" on the camera.
David Hunter: Tell 'em somethin stupid.
David tosses the mic over to Angelo, who catches and proceeds to spit.
Gerry looks down at the mic before raising it up to his lips with a smirk.
Gerard Angelo: Something stupid huh? Well, let me tell you how stupid everyone in PCW is for standing against Pandaemonium. We are the future, and standing against us is standing against progress. Soon, we will be whole again. And when that happens, all of Pure Class Wrestling will have to bow down and accept that change is coming.
Gerry gestures to his left at Holden.
Gerard Angelo: Here we have Holden Ross, The Bastard, Pandaemonium’s Weapon of Mass Destruction, The Walking Natural Disaster. This man is the most dangerous competitor in PCW, and when he finally puts it all together, with my help of course, he has unlimited potential. He will be better than his father!
Gerard then gestures to his right at David.
Gerard Angelo: And here we have David Hunter. The Bright Future of PCW, Pandaemonium’s Instigator, the man I like to call Big Game Hunter. This man right here is a future main eventer. I promise you he will be champion of the world before it’s all said and done. And he will also be greater than his father!
Gerard looks back and forth between his two compatriots and then smirks.
Gerard Angelo: And then you have me. The Living Legend. The Man Without Peer. The best damn wrestler in the world. I joined together with these two amazing second generation stars, because we share a vision. A vision of a Pure Class Wrestling that works for everyone, not just the guys who kiss management’s ass!
Jerry Andrews: That’s uncalled for!
Ace Anderson: Quiet Jerry! The best wrestler in the world is talking!
Gerard Angelo: We are this close to being at full strength! And when we are, we will be the catalyst of change here in Pure Class Wrestling. And hell, while we're at it, I might as well become the only three time winner of the Deadly Rumble! Remember, WE are Chaos, WE are Change, WE…are Pandaemonium.
Gerard lifts his hand and drops the mic, it hits the mat with a loud bang as Pandaemonium embraces while the Faithful boo.
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