Post by PCW Staff on Sept 11, 2020 23:16:05 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 278
Friday September 11th, 2020
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to PCW Trauma! We're on the last stop before Deadly Intentions and what a card we have for you tonight!
Ace Anderson: Four absolutely huge matches, including our main event which will determine who gets the chance to enter the Deadly Rumble last!
Jerry Andrews: Let's not wait anymore, let's get to the ring!
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing 218 lbs, he is "The God of Game" KYLE SHANE!
"God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone,
It can't out matched, it can't be outrun,
NO!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky..."
There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Catalyst, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Kyle stops halfway down the aisle, snapping the collar of the Zane cosplay jacket upright. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances one knee on the ropes, hanging on to the top for a moment, an infuriating smirk breaking across his face. As the song begins slowing down into Chester's solo, Kyle fluidly slips between the ropes, spins towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the leather jacket and begins stretching for the match.
Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner! From Biloxi, Mississippi. He weighs 227 lbs, TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.
Sasha Greene: And their opponents. 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 his tag team partner, from Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!
He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his Opponent to arrive.
Tag Team Match
Referee: Ed Lane
DING!
DING!
DING!
Kyle doesn't strategize with his partner. His annoyance at being booked in this match can't be understated. So he winds up going on the attack against both Razor Blade and Texas Tim! Kyle puts the aggressive boots to both men, but winds up shoving Texas Tim to the floor so he plays within the rules. Razor Blade tries in vain to mount offense of his own, but Kyle's striking speed overwhelms the larger foe.
The Big Dog is victimized by a trio of suplexes, each one with a harder landing than the rest. Kyle turns his attention to a recovering Texas Tim. He runs himself off the ropes, spins away from a spear, goes into a barrel roll and then suicide dives Texas Tim right over the railing. Kyle chooses not to interact with supportive fans as he instead goes back into the ring.
Shadow of Starlight jams Razor Blade backwards to the corner. Kyle punctuates one of his favorite moves with his CRIT finisher. No tuning of the band. No waiting in a corner. Just a hellacious curb stomp. Then a look right into the lens of the camera.
"That's going to be you at Deadly Intentions, Loki. I'm taking what should have been mine and sending you back to obscurity."
Kyle further grumbles as he chooses to "tag" in Crazy Boy. It's less a tag and more of a chest slap. Instead of switching places in the corner, Kyle exits the ring and starts heading to the back?! Crazy Boy can't capitalize on the situation because he's busy being distracted by Kyle's decision. It's not receiving a warm reception, even if the reason is understood.
Jerry Andrews: If he wanted to leave so badly, why didn't he just make the pin first?? Crazy Boy didn't sign up for a handicap match.
Ace Anderson: He's been away for awhile. This will welcome him back. Besides, Kyle has better things to do and they all involve our North American champion. He's focused on taking that title.
Crazy Boy throws his arms in the air as he's left with an unenviable task. Fortunately for him, Razor is still reeling. Texas Tim is finally on the apron for the tag, but one isn't coming as soon as he'd like. Razor takes a scissors kick before getting rolled onto his back for a pin.
1!
2!
Texas Tim breaks the pin! He quickly gets out of the ring so as not to be a liability. Crazy Boy picks Razor up. Russian leg sweep. He picks him up again and this time swings him into a corner. Razor comes running out to deliver a midair spear! Texas Tim slaps his hands together to get the fans going. Razor digs deep to pull himself towards his corner. There's a tag!
Tim comes in ready to bring the fight to Crazy Boy. He throws a punch to his head. Another. A third. Then he starts to do a cowboy jig complete with firing air pistols. This allows Crazy Boy to give him a single arm DDT. Crazy Boy quickly ascends the top rope. Frog splash hits! 1, 2, KICK OUT. Texas Tim is taken to the ropes. He catches an incoming big boot. After throwing it down, Tim gives one of his own. Crazy Boy spins around and returns the favor with a dropkick.
He's spun around, however, for a Samoan drop by Razor Blade. Razor sneaks in some mounted punches before being forced out of the ring. Tim yee-haws his way to the corner for the tag. Crazy Boy is ran backwards against the corner. He takes an immediate clothesline before the Irish whip. A reversal. Razor gets his boots in the air, but Crazy Boy swings him through the ropes and gets a neckbreaker, followed by a quick two count.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy may have some rust to shake off, but he's holding his own in there.
Ace Anderson: You're a sick puppy, Jerry.
Crazy Boy tries to fire Razor Blade off the ropes, but the Big Dog short-arm lariats him instead. This draws some Texas sized enthusiasm from Tim. Razor makes the tag. Tim throws Crazy Boy down with a heavy body slam. Tim bounces off the ropes. He hits an elbow drop to the chest. There's a pin.
1!
2!
Crazy Boy kicks out. Tim attempts a suplex but it isn't successful. Crazy Boy turns in an arm wringer which leads to Tim being pulled into a pump handle slam. Crazy Boy springboards off the ropes but his moonsault lands on raised knees. Texas Tim is quick to tag out. Razor Blade lines Crazy Boy up. European Uppercut. Crazy Boy throws one back. So Razor shoves him into the ropes, does a tornado spin, and drops Crazy Boy with Razor's Edge. Rather than take the pin, Texas Tim is tagged in for a slingshot splash.
He hooks the legs.
1!
2!
3!
The bell is shockingly called for as the upset is complete.
Sasha Greene: Here are your winners, Texas Tim and Razor Blade!
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane must really want a piece of Loki pretty badly. Crazy Boy fought as hard as he could, but he was left with an unfavorable situation.
Ace Anderson: You almost feel bad for him. Yeah, almost. I don't know what else to say except...TEXAS FOREVER!
Jerry Andrews: Alright... we'll be right back.
One by one until there is four. Blue. Purple. Magenta. Teal. Three by three until there is four sides made of stars. They jump for joy as their light gets brighter and brighter.
Dreamlike glitch.
The aprons, dark as a cat of superstition, swallow the host whole from inside. It swirls into a vortex of shapeshifting. In the wake is a top hat, dark as a pupil. The stars are ready to celebrate.
Dreamlike glitch.
Up to the roof like a fountain. Signature colors bounce back to the stars. Into the hat they go. Chatter slowly winds down. Light draws to a close. All is silent. All is unseen.
Dreamlike glitch.
The arena is back to its traditional look. Everything is highlighted in a four color palette. Blue. Purple. Magenta. Teal. A hand picks up the hat full of stars and places it on their unseen head.
Jerry Andrews: Well, folks we're back and ready for our next contest.
Ace Anderson: Jason Willard taking on Grimm.... something tells me this isn't going to be pretty.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
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,"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 his opponent to arrive and the bell to ring.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs 217 lbs...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.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Unlike in their most infamous match, shovels are not legal.
Ace Anderson: Thank you for the unwanted memories.
Willard and Grimm have yet to make a move as they glare at one another from opposite sides of the ring. When one of them eventually does, Willard makes an exit to go grab a microphone.
"Fuck you, Grimm!"
And that's all he has to say. The microphone gets thrown into the crowd and then Willard goes back into the ring. He sprints across in Grimm's direction, but winds up showing himself out just before Grimm can drop him. Willard cackles from a safe distance as he wiggles his middle fingers at the Hangtown Horror.
Willard spends a few seconds trashing the faithful directly behind him. When he whips his head back around, Grimm is standing in his way. Willard is quick to offer an apology for his unsavory greeting. Grimm remains quiet as he batters Willard to the floor with some stiff strikes. Willard gets his face raked across the railing in slow, agonizing fashion.
Grimm allows him to walk away clutching at his face, but only long enough to make him think he's created distance. Grimm strikes again with a forearm to the middle of the back. Willard stiffens just before he's pushed under the bottom rope. Grimm tries to choke him with his bare hands, but Willard keeps that grip from fruition.
Ace Anderson: Grimm's hands are as cold as death. Speaking of cold, it's freezing in here!
Jerry Andrews: I've heard Grimm's very presence can alter indoor climates.
Grimm gnaws the forehead of The Anarchist until his teeth indentations are left in his skin. Willard holds onto his head after moving further into the ring. Grimm steps back in and is successful on a running knee. Willard is brought up and sent to the ropes. Flying shoulder tackle! Willard staggers into the ropes. Grimm gets booted in the midsection, but it has little stopping power.
Grimm fires off a nasty chop across the chest, forcing Willard to retreat to a corner. Grimm closes in and gets a flurry of stiff strikes from fists and feet alike from an aggressive Anarchist. Grimm is spun into the corner. He blocks Willard from a continued upper hand by way of a chop to the throat. This time Grimm strangles him in view of the referee. The standard five is administered, but Willard seizes the moment to knee Grimm in the groin and then follow through with an inverted atomic drop.
Willard hacks a lung up as he starts to get oxygen flowing again. He denies any wrongdoing when questioned by the officiating zebra, but gives a wink to the booing faithful. Willard starts to stomp the life out of Grimm, but he gets his foot caught and is brought down for an attempted STF. Willard throws an elbow to Grimm's face, which gets him freed before any further trouble. Willard floats over so he can return the blatant choke, but it comes with a side of slamming the back of Grimm's head into the canvas.
Jerry Andrews: That man has no regard for the rules!
Ace Anderson: But it was ok when Grimm did it?
Willard works Grimm over against the ropes. He then misses a discus lariat, allowing Grimm to flip him onto the apron. The Crimson Demon turns right into a slingshot neckbreaker. Willard flips himself over to make a pin.
1!
Grimm kicks out and turns the tables on Willard.
1!
The two legends engage in fisticuffs without regard for well beings. Both find the others eyes and go for ripping them out. Willard and Grimm are left to wait for their sight to return before returning to punishing the other. Grimm delivers a spectacular headbutt to halt Willard in his place, but he further brings Dead Reckoning by administering several more.
Willard collapses onto his hands and knees. Grimm yanks him by the hair, using it as momentum to shoot him head first into the top turnbuckle. Willard drops to avoid a bell clap. While lowered, he slips under Grimm in order to lift him in a powerbomb position. Grimm grabs the top rope in order to stop Willard from trying. The Anarchist slides through and instead hits a German suplex!
Willard remains a bit scattered from the prior trademark move. He looks back to see where Grimm is. His punt kick misses which puts him in position for Grimm to deliver a reverse DDT! Willard looks to slowly get himself out of the ring but Grimm makes sure he can't. Willard is picked up to his feet. Grimm is caught by surprise with a split-legged jawbreaker. Now he rolls under the ropes. Willard is up with a springboard forearm...Greetings From Orange County is successful!
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down!
Ace Anderson: Is that ever true with someone like Grimm? I mean, is he even human? I think that should be his Halloween costume this year.
Willard continues holding his head as he uses his free hand to push himself up with. Grimm finds his hands getting stomped on with particular attention being put on the knuckles. Grimm pulls them under his body. Willard pulls him to his feet for an Irish whip. Grimm doesn't return. Willard comes after him, so Grimm charges under and bounces off the opposite side. Spear! No! Willard has it countered with a brainbuster. He hooks the legs.
1!
2!
Grimm kicks out. Willard lifts Grimm into a fireman's carry. Willard turns to the side but is stopped from delivering The Happiest Place on Earth due to a Foddershock counter! Willard is flipped onto his back with Grimm putting his weight down on the arms.
1!
2!
Willard kicks out. Grimm brings Willard to his feet. Irish whip is countered not once, but twice. Willard rolls under a flying clothesline attempt but keeps his stride going. Grimm turns just in the nick of time to avoid KANLM! Willard uses a kip up then roundhouse kicks Grimm's hand away to avoid the Hangtown Death Grip!
But Grimm gets him with his other hand and this time Willard is frantic to not fall prey to it. He struggles to remain upright as those pressure points are penetrated. The faithful, as has been the case all match long, are fully behind Grimm. Willard refuses to tap but is in danger of being pinned...Grimm senses an interloper and pays for being right by way of mist in the eyes! The bell is called for!
Jerry Andrews: I knew it was too good to be true! Damn that---
Ace Anderson: God bless Destiny Willard!
The Anarchist looks up to his wife as she cradles him in her arms. She takes care of and makes sure he's ok before getting him out of the ring. Grimm is left to get his eyes flushed from the burning substance while she pulls him away from the ringside area.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification: Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: He was cheated! You can quote me on that. Jason Willard was about to be pinned, but he had his wife come save his ass!
Ace Anderson: Maybe Grimm should've let go sooner. I think he brought what she did on himself.
Jerry Andrews: I'll be happy to tell him you said that.
Ace Anderson: You're so right, Jerry. Grimm was cheated. I completely agree with you.
The last thing cameras show is Grimm death staring the stage before the show heads to commercial.
Sasha Greene: “The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…”
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.
"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: “… from Toronto, Ontario, 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 his opponent.
Sasha Greene: “And his opponent…”
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.
Sasha Greene: “… from Minneapolis, Minnesota, he is the PCW North American Champion: LOKI!”
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 waits for the match to start.
Non-Title Singles Match
Loki (PCW North American ©) vs Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale
Loki (PCW North American ©) vs Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
Jerry Andrews: Big match here! Titles are not on the line, but it's champion versus champion and bragging rights are always worth a lot in these kinds of matches!
As the bell rings, both competitors meet face-to-face. Majors swings with a right hand that connects. Loki fires back, staggering his opponent. Loki now swings a wild clothesline but Majors ducks and rebounds off the ropes, catching Loki with a clothesline of his own. He then grabs his staggered opponent… Tainted Excellence!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! Right off the bat! And a cover!
Rick covers:
1…
2….
Loki kicks out with authority and gets to his feet quickly, charging Rick and dropping him with a clothesline. Majors gets straight back up and is met with another clothesline. Loki tries to follow up with a leg drop but the Genesis champ rolls out of the way. Rick goes to work on Loki on the mat with a flurry of closed fists that has him reeling.
Ace Anderson: Now Majors going with what actually brought him some success in PCW: Brawling! But the Underground has been retired, just like he should be!
Loki catches Majors’ fist and shoves him backwards and down to the mat. Loki staggers to his feet as Majors charges and catches him with a clothesline. Majors sets him up now….
Jerry Andrews: Believe in This!
Ace Anderson: Majors keeps trying to end this early! He’s going for another cover!
1…
2….
Jerry Andrews: Loki kicks out!
Ace Anderson: It’s going to take a lot more to keep someone like Loki down!
Both men get to this feet. Loki surprises Majors by charging at him with a clothesline that knocks him down. Majors gets to his feet and Loki charges again. This time, Majors knocks him off balance with a standing spinning heel kick.
Jerry Andrews: Centre of Attention!
Ace Anderson: And another cover!
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Another kickout by Loki!
Ace Anderson: Majors needs to wear him down more if he wants to win this.
Majors pulls his opponent up. He hits him with several elbow strikes to the head. Majors now whips Loki into the corner and follows him in with a hellacious clothesline, then mounts the turnbuckle and starts punching Loki in the head.
Jerry Andrews: Wait…. Loki’s got Majors!
And we can see that he has – Loki walks out of the corner with Majors on his shoulders and plants him with a sickening powerbomb.
Ace Anderson: Yeeowch…he’ll feel that one in the morning!
Loki goes for a cover:
1….
2…
Jerry Andrews: And now Rick Majors kicks out!
Loki pulls him up and hits a pumphandle slam. He then pulls him up again and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. He pulls him up again and sets him up.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like he’s going for Whisper's Wrath… but Majors fighting out!
Rick Majors hits Loki with several elbow strikes to the side of the head. He then gets free of his grip, shoves Loki back and hits another Centre of Attention! Loki hits the mat and Majors covers:
1…
2…
Ace Anderson: NO! Loki rolls his left shoulder up!
Jerry Andrews: I don’t know how he kicked out of that! He hit the mat like a brick after that heel kick.
Ace Anderson: I’m telling you, Majors needs to wear Loki down more!
Majors looks up at the referee, visibly annoyed, while Loki still lies prone on the mat. Majors then stands and stalks Loki as he tries to get off the mat. Suddenly his pounces on him and locks in Years of Pain!
Jerry Andrews: He’s got it locked in tight! This could be it!
Loki struggles in the move, trying to reach the ropes. Majors pulls back, keeping him away. Loki finally fights out of it, elbowing Rick in the side of the head. Majors tries the move again, but Loki rolls away, kicking Majors as he does.
Ace Anderson: Loki’s a submission specialist! Not only does he know how to apply any move, he also knows how to escape!
Both men get up. Majors swings at Loki, but Loki ducks it and whips Majors off into the ropes, following up with a lifting spinebuster!
Ace Anderson: Boom!
Loki gets up and he mounts Majors, hitting him with several stiff punches to the face. He then sets him up once more and hits a pumphandle slam.
Ace Anderson: Loki’s really in charge now!
Jerry Andrews: Like when he was PCW President?
Ace Anderson: No, people understand what’s happening here.
Loki lifts Majors off the canvas and boots him in the stomach before picking him up across his shoulders. He’s too close to the ropes though, and Rick grabs them, using the leverage to pull Loki towards them. He takes Loki over the top rope and both men crash to the arena floor!
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors was trying to use the ropes to break free and he just pulled both of them over the top to the outside!
Jerry Andrews: I think that one took it out of both of them!
The referee utilises his ten count. 1…2…Majors gets to his feet. 3…4… He drags Loki to his and whips him towards the ring steps. Loki reverses and Rick’s sent for a tumble over the steel. 5…6…
Loki gets up onto the apron and leaps at Majors with an elbow drop…7…8… Rick rolls out of the way and Loki hits the floor!
Jerry Andrews: He went for it all and got nothin’!
Ace Anderson: Loki’s game plan inside the ring was working. He should have brought Majors back into the ring and continued what he was doing!
Majors rolls back into the ring. He waits for Loki to get back to his feet then charges and drills him with a suicide dive!
Jerry Andrews: Wow!
Ace Anderson: Majors went all in there and it worked!
Both men lie semi-conscious on the arena floor. Majors is the first to stir. He drags Loki to his feet…. MAJOR IMPACT ON THE FLOOR!
Jerry Andrews: He hit it! Loki’s head was driven through those thin mats on the outside!
Ace Anderson: I can tell you, those mats don’t provide much protection at all!
Majors slowly gets up, clearly worn down from mat. He takes a moment to compose himself before rolling Loki into the ring. Majors then re-enters and he pulls Loki up, setting him into a double underhook position once more
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors looking to end this right here and now with another Major Impact!
Ace Anderson: He’s getting greedy! He should have gone for the cover right away!
Majors hits the move and immediately covers his opponent, hooking the leg:
Jerry Andrews: Now the cover!
1….
2…
Thr…
Jerry Andrews: HOLDEN ROSS!!!
Ace Anderson: Where did he come from!?
Just as the referee was about to strike the mat for three, Holden Ross attacked Majors in the back with an axe handle! The bell rings, but Holden Ross continues his assault, brutalizing Rick Majors with the weapon.
Jerry Andrews: This is horrific!
Holden Ross tosses the axe handle to the mat and he pulls Majors up…. SINS OF THE FATHER!!! As Majors lays on the mat in a crumbled heap, PCW officials and security guards rush down to the ring to prevent any further violence. Holden Ross has to be physically held back, and that takes several staff members to do!
Jerry Andrews: Well, I’m being told that Rick Majors has been awarded this match by disqualification, but Holden Ross just robbed him of a big victory over the North American Champion!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, and he may have broken his neck too!
As officials try to remove Ross from the ring, Loki rolls out and makes his way up the ramp… but here’s Kyle Shane!
Jerry Andrews: Oh man!
The two competitors get right into each other’s faces, but more security guards rush out to get between then before anything further develops.
Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and the winner of this match will be awarded with the final entry spot in the 2020 Deadly Rumble!”
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 continues 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 reaches 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: “Introducing first, currently residing in Los Angeles, California: ALEXA BLACK!”
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: “And her opponent. from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!”
Singles Match
The Winner Enters the Deadly Rumble Last
The Winner Enters the Deadly Rumble Last
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
DING!
The match begins and Alexa has an even angrier look on her face than usual. She lunges at Angelo, but he dodges out of the way and gives he a cocky smile. She tries again, and again he dodges.
Jerry Andrews: We all saw how Pandæmonium brutalized Alexa Black on the last Trauma. There’s no way she’s one hundred percent right now.
Ace Anderson: Well, she’ll need to be at the top of her game to handle Gerard Angelo, that’s for sure.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, and he’ll need to be at the top of his game to outlast her. This should be a good one!
The two competitors finally lock up. Black hits Angelo with a knee to stomach. Angelo bends over and Black hits him with an elbow to the head! Black then DDTs Angelo to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black coming on strong to start off!
Ace Anderson: And this is exactly what Angelo doesn’t want! He can’t match her power nor does he want to get into a slug fest!
Black then pulls Angelo up and he Irish whips him across the ring. She then attempts a clothesline, but Angelo ducks it. Angelo then kicks Black in the chest and her sets him up for a suplex! Angelo tries once, but Alexa blocks it. He slugs her in the back then tries again, suplexing Black down to the mat! Angelo then stands up and he drops a leg on Black. He pulls Black up and hits her with a backbreaker. Angelo then pulls Black to her feet. He Irish whips her across the ring. Angelo then rushes at Black, but Black moves out of the way and Angelo hits the turnbuckle! Black then grabs Angelo from behind and he hits him with a neckbreaker!
Jerry Andrews: Nice move by Alexa!
Black then pulls Angelo up and he hits him with a gutwrench suplex. She pulls him up, only to hit another. Alexa then switches up and hits a t-bone suplex! Black drops an elbow on Angelo then goes for the cover:
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Kickout!
Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Angelo!
Black pulls Angelo up to his feet. She Irish whips Angelo across the ring. As Angelo rebounds, Black clotheslines him down to the mat. Black then pulls Angelo to his feet and hits him with a backdrop. Black then runs off of the ropes and hits Angelo with an elbow drop! Black then mounts Angelo and he unloads on him with a series of punches! The referee eventually pulls Alexa Black off for using closed fists. Gerard rolls out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Angelo going outside to catch his breath.
Ace Anderson: As much as I hate to admit it, Alexa Black is on fire right now in this match!
Suddenly Black runs off the ropes and he hits Angelo with a baseball slide! Angelo falls backwards into the guardrail!
Jerry Andrews: Black really taking it to Angelo here!
Suddenly, Holden Ross and David Hunter can be seen slowly making their way to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh! Get them out of here!
Black slides out of the ring and she grabs Angelo. Keeping her eyes on Pandæmonium as she does it, she slams Angelo’s head into the guardrail. Black then grabs Angelo and throws him into the ring post. Alexak then grabs Angelo and he Irish whips him. Angelo reverses it and he Irish whips Black into the steel steps!
Jerry Andrews: Big move by Angelo!
Ace Anderson: Alexa Black was totally taking control over this match, but that should stop her in her tracks!
Angelo stops to catch his breath. He then grabs Black and throws her into the ring, but not before shooting a thumbs up to his Pandæmonium buddies who are still standing in the aisle. Inside the ring, Angelo grabs Alexa and sets her up for a suplex! Black blocks the move and he hits Angelo with a suplex of her own. Black now sets Angelo up and he DDTs him down to the mat! Black then pulls him up, only to pumphandle piledrive him down to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Boom!
Black now goes for the cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Angelo!
Alexa pulls him off the canvas. She then sets him up and hits a side swinging neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: Black really taking it to Angelo! This has been a great performance for her so far!
Ace Anderson: Just wait… Angelo’s biding his time.
Black grabs Angelo and he sets him up for a powerbomb! Suddenly Angelo grabs Black’s legs and he rolls her up!
Ace Anderson: Angelo with a roll-up!
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is so quick! He can change the course of a match in a second!
Jerry Andrews: Okay, tone it down a bit, fanboy.
Both competitors slowly get to their feet.. and Gerard steps forward, connecting with a One Hit Wonder! He now goes for a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black powers out!
Angelo gets up and he reaches down to pull Alexa Black up! She slugs him right in the face! That drops Angelo down to one knee. She stands up and runs at him, hitting him with a knee to the face! Alexa is about to pull him off the mat when Holden Ross and David Hunter step towards the ring, she turns her attention to the outside.
Jerry Andrews: Get these guys outta here!
Ace Anderson: They’re not doing anything! They’re just watching the match!
Jerry Andrews: They can watch on a monitor backstage!
The distraction is enough to give Angelo time to get back up to his feet. Alexa turns around to face him once more, and he connects with another One Hit Wonder! He then sets her up… Hollywood Ending!
The cover:
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3!!!
Ace Anderson: Yes! Gerard Angelo does it! He’ll be entering the Deadly Rumble last! He could very well win the whole thing again!
Jerry Andrews: He certainly could, but you have to feel like Alexa Black had that match firmly in control until Pandæmonium got involved!
Ace Anderson: They didn’t get involved! Alexa should have stayed focused on the match!
The three members of Pandæmonium proudly walk up the ramp and to the back as Alexa Black angrily leaves the ringside area.
Sasha Greene: The winner of this match: GERARD ANGELO!!!
Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black clearly not happy with the result and you really can't blame her, but folks, we're out of time for....
Just as it appears the show has nothing left to offer before signing off, 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.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my! I don't think any of us were expecting to hear from the World Champion tonight! Especially with how he's been under siege from a wrathful anarchist!
Ace Anderson: As you were saying we're out of time, goodnight folks!
Jerry Andrews: I'm being told the network is giving us some more time, Ace.
Ace Anderson: Sigh. I knew his ego wouldn't allow him to use common sense and stay home.
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 feet.
Jerry Andrews: Listen to that ovation!
Ace Anderson: I appreciate them supporting me! It truly brings a tear to my eye.
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, he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
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 slight limp coming from his left leg. Clad in Michaels casual, jeans and official Stormm t-shirt, Stormm has a death grip on the World title with his right hand as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.
The arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out. Stormm acknowledges the support being received as he crosses the ring to fetch a microphone. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he raises the prop.
Stormm: I---
Stormm barely has any chance to address the faithful when he walks out onto the stage. "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains clashes with the molten hatred that is the soundtrack anytime he's seen coming out. "The Anarchist" Jason Willard storms (no pun intended) down to the ring with no intent on giving any attention to those seated in the arena.
A defensive World Champion watches as his tormentor makes a quick entrance into the ring. But Willard doesn't appear to be there to inflict any further harm. Even after he procures a microphone of his own. He gives the signal for his music to be stopped, then leans comfortably against the turnbuckles. There's a tense staredown between champion and challenger. Willard smiles ear to ear but gets nothing back in return.
Willard lifts the microphone to his lips. Before a single word is said, he taps it to make sure it's working. It is but it also gets tossed aside as he charges at Stormm with an attempted clothesline. The Force of Nature was expecting shenanigans, making his dodge easy to make. Willard's miss throws him off the ropes to which he rebounds to meet Stormm with KANLM!
Jerry Andrews: Damn him straight to hell!
Ace Anderson: He's an atheist, Jerry.
Stormm is rolled onto his back so Willard can deliver violent shots to the head. Like a man possessed, Willard goes into overdrive. What makes him stop is the sight of the World Title just off to the side. Stormm is ignored so that the object can be looked at. Willard sits on his knees while holding the gold and leather in his hands. While that's going on, fans chant for Stormm in an effort to revitalize him.
The groggy champion, however, is forced to use the ropes to assist him onto his feet. Willard slowly turns his head over in that general direction, his ire and thirst for violence surging back through his body now. Willard, further agitated by the faithful cheering for their hero, sprints over to put Stormm over the ropes with a hefty crack of the title to his skull. But he isn't done!
The Anarchist joins Stormm on the outside floor, only now with a pair of handcuffs pulled out. Stormm is picked up and rammed into the near post. Willard keeps him level on his feet but turns him so that his back is against the steel. In quick succession, Stormm has his wrists bound to the connector between buckle and post by way of handcuff, leaving him defenseless to the chaotic maniac!
Jerry Andrews: Enough is enough, Willard! You've made your point. We need to get officials out here before Stormm gets seriously hurt.
Ace Anderson: He may not make it to Deadly Intentions after all. Oh, I like the sound of that. I really like the sound of that.
Willard has remained silent throughout this attack. Even the faithful that he so loves to antagonize haven't managed to get his attention. The Anarchist carefully looks under the ring for another weapon to use. Out comes a black baseball bat, not unlike Stormm's signature weapon. He looks at it with a devilish grin only to forgo using it for anything but a taunt on the seemingly unconscious champion. He chooses to pick up the title belt again, but this time it's pushed right into Stormm's face.
"Kiss it goodbye."
Willard backs up until there's enough space to throw the title at him. Finally he walks away from the ringside area, but still not offering anything to those in the front row or the help who've finally decided it's safe to come out of hiding as he passes them on the ramp. Stormm is freed from his bind. There is some initial refusal of medical attention, despite having a fresh wound opened on his head. The sight of his own blood isn't enough of a deterrent to keep him from getting his hand on another microphone.
Ace Anderson: Jesus! I've never known anyone that enjoys the sound of their own voice as much as he does.
Jerry Andrews: He was rudely interrupted before! Willard is still on the stage, so he must have some interest in hearing this.
Stormm: I knew when I made you unleash your true self again, that you would put me through hell. So why don't we make our match at Deadly Intentions, a HELL IN A CELL match?! And since I'm giving you another shot at the title, how about you put your career on the line?!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! Stormm is asking Willard to go all in on their showdown!
Ace Anderson: I don't care how many years he's wanted this, Willard doesn't have to give Stormm anything except another beating.
Willard doesn't even think twice about it. The broad grin is enough to know what he's thinking. The faithful were already cheering at a fever pitch before and after Willard gives an approving nod, the noise level may be enough to set a new record!
Jerry Andrews: He said yes! I don't believe it! Willard and Stormm will be locked inside a cell with Willard's career on the line against Stormm's World Title!
Ace Anderson: I don't like it, but Willard just got even more motivation to make Stormm further regret ever asking for The Anarchist again.
Jerry Andrews: And Stormm has the chance to end the career of the man who has made his life a living hell, once and for all! Good night everyone!
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