Trauma 279 Results

[PCW Staff]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 279

Friday October 9th, 2020

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews joined by Ace Anderson and welcome to Trauma! We've got all the fallout from Deadly Intentions coming up tonight!

Ace Anderson: That's right, the winner of the 2020 Deadly Rumble - Grimm - will be in action!

Jerry Andrews: Plus, Jason Willard, who was unsuccessful in his match against the man who still holds the PCW World Championship - Stormm - will announce his retirement here tonight!

Ace Anderson: I still don't believe it!

Jerry Andrews: Plus, we have news about the big vote coming up in November! That's right, PCW Votes on Friday November 6th and our first poll will be up TONIGHT on PureClassWrestling.com, immediately following Trauma!

Ace Anderson: But first, let's get to the ring and name a new number one contender for the Genesis Title!

We head to the ring.

Sasha Greene: The following is a triple threat match to determine the number one contender for the Genesis Title! 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: Introducing next. From Orlando, Florida, weighing 265 pounds, 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.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent! From Los Angeles, California. She weighs 200 pounds, ALEXA BLACK!

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Devil You Know by Blues Saraceno 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.

Number One Contendership for the PCW Genesis Title
Triple Threat Match
Texas Tim vs Razor Blade vs Alexa Black
Referee: Eric Russo

DING!
DING!
DING!

Alexa wastes no time in asserting dominance. She greets Razor Blade and Texas Tim with a double clothesline. That isn't the worst of it for them. The double chokeslam that follows is equally as punishing.

Tim is ragdolled to his feet. Not even his proclamations of how great Texas stops Alexa. She has some vulgar words about the Lone Star State as she heaves Tim into a corner. Razor gives her some resistance, but is met with laughter and a clubbing strike to the face.

Razor is thrown into Tim. Alexa charges the corner to deliver a pancaking avalanche, which squishes her opponents against one another and the buckles. Razor Blade gets Irish whipped to the opposite side. Alexa charges in with a running hip attack. She then turns and does the same to Texas Tim.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is having way too much fun in there.

Ace Anderson: Just another violent day at the office for her. Maybe the front office will find some participation trophies for Razor and Tim. Or as I call them, Texas Blade.

Alexa stands Tim upright. He starts to fire some offense to the body, but Alexa is annoyed. So she works him over with precision strikes. Tim is denied the opportunity to catch his breath, because Alexa fires him over to where Razor is. He leaps over the incoming Texan. Alexa moves in. Superman Punch!

Alexa wobbles but shakes it off. She initially blocks the Samoan drop attempt, but Tim comes from out of nowhere with a running dropkick. She falls into a fireman's carry position and this time is the recipient of a Samoan Drop! Tim takes Razor by the head and sends him to the outside floor. He then YEE-HAWS his way into a leaping elbow drop. He makes the cover!

1!

Alexa pushes him right off with no trouble. Tim has Alexa on her feet. To the corner and a running clothesline. She's then ran out with a running bulldog. Razor brings himself back inside, but Tim sends him right back out with a running clothesline over the top. "Not this time, partner!" And yes, he gestures a hat tip.

Jerry Andrews: Tim has everything going his way and is clicking on all cylinders.

Ace Anderson: He's a few bulls shy of a rodeo if he thinks Alexa is going to be down for long.

Tim turns his attention to Alexa and is immediately met with a running super kick. Tim falls back against the ropes like a falling corpse, rebounding into pop up Samoan drop. Alexa rolls over with both legs hooked.

1!

2!

Tim kicks out shortly after the count. She smiles that evil grin that would make Santa Claus think twice about leaving the North Pole. What Tim has done is give Alexa a license to continue her violence. Tim is picked up like a sack of potatoes. Razor returns to cut her in half with a spear! Tim lands on her head in the fall.

Razor takes control of Tim with a palm strike, sending him to the ropes. He bounces back with a running big boot. Razor wipes his face off and delivers a running forearm smash. Tim is stunned, but not out. He puts Razor down with a leaping leg lariat. Tim grabs himself a pin.

1!

2!

Alexa tosses Tim across the ring for that stunt. She moves in like a shark to blood. Razor pushes her into Tim and back to a corner. She falls out of the way, leaving Tim to be hit with Razor's Edge! Alexa pulls herself to her feet. Superman Punch leaves her rocking. Razor goes for an electric chair lift. He has it! Alexa is pulled into a slam. Dulled Blade! Razor grabs the legs.

1!

2!

3!

And the win! The fact Alexa was pinned is reason enough for the faithful to cheer.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Razor Blade!

Jerry Andrews: I wonder if anyone put money on that bet?? Razor Blade has just earned himself a shot at the Genesis Title.

Ace Anderson: I'm as shocked as you are, but David Hunter is a rich man tonight. Rick Majors now knows his next opponent and it's THE BIG DOG!

The scene cuts to Shane Dodge.

Shane: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time. David Hunter and Gerard Angelo. Pandaemonium.

Gerard and David walk into the shot and the crowd lets out a chorus of loud boos. Gerry gives a smirk, clutching his briefcase in one hand.

Shane: “Gerard, David, you both had an opportunity to win the Deadly Rumble but you both narrowly lost to Grimm. What is your mindset going into a tag match against the Deadly Rumble winner, Grimm, and the Genesis Champion, Rick Majors?”

Gerry shoots Shane a sour look and snatches the mic out of his hand, raising the mic to his lips.

Angelo: “Mindset? You wanna know our mindset, Shane? We are upset. We are angry. We are pissed off. And you might think that’s sour grapes because Grimm outlasted both of us. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We are pissed off because once again, Pure Class Wrestling is forced to live in the past rather than looking towards the future. Once again, we have to sit through the rehashing of another match that was all the rage in our business fifteen years ago. Back when Justin Michaels was a drizzle and Grimm had a fire crotch instead of a smoke crotch. I was angry that my chances at a three peat were taken from me, but I have this.”

Gerry raises his briefcase up.

Angelo: “This means I’m the number one contender whenever I want. I have the ability to turn PCW on it’s head at any moment. But tonight is about taking care of the other half of the Deadly Rumble. Grimm and Rick Majors.”

The crowd cheers and Gerry rolls his eyes.

Angelo: “This is another rehashing of the past. I’ve done this same song and dance for months. Pandaemonium versus Majors and Grimm. Over and over and over. But wait! This time instead of Holden, we’ll tag Gerard with David Hunter! It’s a completely new and different idea! I’m sick and tired of facing the same two guys every other week. But the person who is really sick and tired is this man right here.”

Gerard points to David and hands him the microphone yelling “Tell them how to really feel!”.

David takes the microphone with his left. Using his right hand, he puts his arm across Shane's shoulders.

David Hunter: I am not proud that my name is Hunter. It's not because of the name itself or the family legacy, no...it's because my family...is full of failures.

David pauses a bit to allow the fans to get their boos in.

David Hunter: My father tried his best to reach the pinnacle of this industry, but failed at every single opportunity he had. My grandfather never left his own company because he was so damn afraid to leave everything behind. My uncles never left Tampa because both of them were, you guessed it, failures. David Hunter? I'm not a failure.

He grabs the camera, bringing it closer so he can stare directly down its lens. He lets Shane go and focuses entirely on what is in front of him.

David Hunter: I'm the best damn Hunter this business has ever seen. I'm better than any of them who came before me and I'll be better than anybody who comes after. If my future son or daughter sees this, I want to let them know, you will NEVER be as good...as ME! Which is why it's so...damn...irritating that I have gone through three years of this goddamn Deadly Rumble in the final four. The first year, my debut, I got third place and the damn thing was won by Gerry long before either of us were on the same page. Two years ago, final four, third place, Pandaemoniom ran wild, and Gerry won the damn thing all over again. This year? It was MY year! NOT Gerry's! NOT Domnator's! NOT Sicko's! Not Kyle's! NOT Loki's! Not GRIMM's! MINE!

David takes a few moments to catch his breath before continuing.

David Hunter: Worse men have said this before but I am guaranteeing you that I...me, David Hunter...I...am the best...professional wrestler...in Pure Class Wrestling...and this industry. I have worked too damn hard for too damn long to be treated second place. No more side-trips. No more foul-ups. No more being made the fool of. I am going to win my match tonight. Then I am going to go to Collision Course and get my rematch at the North American Title. That's right. Once I make Loki bleed and regain my gold, I will be moving on to whomever holds the World Title. And if Loki or Rick Majors or whoever the hell this company has for an authority thinks that I'm going to sit back and let this place take everything away from me...than maybe they need to learn what happens...when a man...has nothing...to lose.

He drops the mic and pushes the camera away. He walks towards camera right off frame. Gerard is quick to follow him, leaving Shane alone as we cut to a commercial break.

The moment of truth has arrived on Trauma. The scene begins to be set at the first sound of "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains. There are no stage lights accompanying the hard hitting song this time, relegating the arena to its base scheme.

Booing is heard from pockets of the faithful, but they are mixed with scattered cheers as well. There is no immediate sign of Jason Willard to be found, leaving everyone guessing about where he's at. The hard camera remains pointed at the stage. Drama starts to build until the song reaches its chorus.

That's when The Anarchist comes out into the open. He looks calm and peaceful standing at the top of the ramp. Willard slowly scans the arena. He soaks the moment in with a smile. Willard takes a deep breath, exhales, then starts walking to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Willard and Stormm had a memorable Hell in A Cell match at Deadly Intentions, but we know why Willard is coming out right now.

Ace Anderson: To announce his loophole! The easiest hundred dollar bet I'll have ever won.

Jerry Andrews: Do you bet much?

Ace Anderson: This is my first time and I'm already bit by the bug.

Willard goes up the steps and pauses. He takes another look at the crowd, giving them a half-bow before stepping onto the apron and going through the ropes. Willard procures a microphone before taking a slow walk around the squared circle. Willard pauses in the middle of the ring with his head bowed. His entrance music ceases, leaving him blanketed by a neutral reaction.

He exhales and lifts the microphone simultaneously with his head.

Willard: Before I get started, today is my twenty-year wedding anniversary. My wife has been unwavering in her love and support through our years together. She's an incredible woman, an amazing mother, my best friend and the love of my life. I love you, Destiny. I'll see you soon!

Willard blows a kiss at the camera and then decides to lean against the ropes. The boos he had been hearing are no longer happening. There isn't a large groundswell of support just yet, but there is applause and cheers. Willard is seen chuckling over the sound of it. He pulls himself back to the middle of the ring and continues.

Willard: Now then...Let's talk about Deadly Intentions. I KNOW that's what you're all waiting for!

Another laugh. Another round of cheers.

Willard: First, let me tell you, that match fucking sucked! The cell hurt more than anything I felt as Underground Champion! I'm not getting any younger and that contraption probably took years off of my damn life. And yes, my wife was NOT happy about that twenty-foot plus drop at the end with the tables, so THANKS Stormm! Thanks for that one, buddy.

Willard pulls the microphone away to wince at the memory of that night. Chants of STORMM start to accumulate, a sound Willard requests to get louder. He extends the microphone out to the faithful, then takes his time walking around the ring. He appears to be genuinely enjoying himself. Willard pulls the microphone back and returns to his position.

Willard: Jokes aside, I sincerely thank you, Justin. Thank you for giving me one of the best matches of my career. I knew years and years ago when you came to *TUF* that you were going to be a star. Not only did you become one, you took it a step further and turned into a legend. We finally got the feud we've always wanted and I for one, am damn proud of what we delivered. I may be pulling the curtain back here, but thank you for being my friend and one of the toughest opponents I've ever had.

Willard is stopped by applause, but presses on after a minute or two.

Willard: I have had lots of great moments here in PCW. This is easily the best company I have ever worked for. I know he isn't with us any longer, but I want to say thank you to Luis Malave, for giving me the opportunity to be in the company and giving me a platform to further build my legacy. Wherever your spirit is today, I hope you know that you are truly missed.

Ace Anderson: A shame his case went cold. No pun intended.

Jerry Andrews: Funny, Ace. Really funny.

Ace Anderson: I have my moments.

Willard: I also want to thank some people I have worked with over the years. Guys like Pegasus, The Prophet and Lantlas. More recent rivals like Nathan Saniti, Kyle Shane and Rick Majors, all of whom played large roles in helping me find my voice as Seromine. The irreplaceable boogeyman himself, Grimm, who had always been my dream opponent. Andy D and Whitey Ford for giving me my first opportunities at the International and World titles.

My longtime friend and former tag team partner, Johnny "Loco" Marquez, for everything we accomplished as Tha UnHoly Alliance and for everything we did together across the globe. There are far too many memories for me to talk about, but rest assured, I'll always cherish them, my brother. The voices of Pure Class: Jerry Andrews, Ace Anderson, Sasha Greene and Shane Dodge.

Willard pauses to look at the capacity crowd who have decided to turn pro-Willard for the first time ever. He smiles, but requests them to hold the applause.

Willard: And finally, thank each and every one of you. The faithful. I have been in this business for twenty-two years. My job was to make sure I made you hate me to the point you wanted me to get my ass kicked every single time I stepped through the ropes and it's pretty safe to say that I accomplished that.

The future is bright with guys like Gerard Angelo, David Hunter and Holden Ross. Continuing monsters like Alexa Black. A returning legend in Loki. And even Texas Tim and Razor Blade. I've held every major title, won many awards and am a Hall of Famer, but nothing means more to me than my family. So with that in mind...

Willard takes a moment to let the moment settle in before he continues.

Willard: At Deadly Intentions, I put my career on the line. I told Justin before walking through the curtain that night that if I were to lose, I wouldn't have wanted my final match to be against anyone else. Well, I did lose and there is no loophole. So, with my family watching back in Anaheim, and all of you here and at home, I officially announce my retirement from the sport of professional wrestling.

Willard lowers the microphone and takes the moment in. He hears his name being chanted with THANK YOU in front of it. He hears the cheers and smiles.

That's when the arena lights are lost. While dreamlike glitches of four colors fill space, attention is given to the tron as a vignette countdown begins:

*****

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.

****

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.

***

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.

**

Skyward in the midnight infinity is the formation of purple clouds crackling with teal electricity. Far down below is the bath of magenta street light.

A dreamlike glitch.

Falling out of the confines of color are stars. A brightened descent as they plunge into top hats, dark as the night, resting on the hoods of blue vehicles in the damp parking lot.

The hats are awash with luminescent activity as stars bundle inside their homes. Another dreamlike glitch. Vehicle colors are restored. A lone top hat is left. Its siblings have merged. Celestial downpour ceased.

In a quad of colors the hat full of stars faces the PCW arena. A hand picks it up.

*

Exterior at night with a widescreen shot of an upside down top hat, dark as midnight, sitting precariously on a blurred ledge.

The framing shrinks. That's when the hat leaps off the arena roof. A series of dreamlike glitches capture the descent to the ground below.

After it safely lands, multicolor stars reveal themselves from inside. A widescreen return stretches and closes on a hand picking up the hat.
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The tron goes dark. The dreamlike glitches turn into swirling stars of blue, purple, teal and magenta around Willard, dancing around him until they kiss his heart. A hand stretches out to place their top hat, dark as the galaxy, onto his head.

Dreamlike glitch.

The lights revive in full. Willard turns around to see a young woman standing close to him. Her smile is as wide as her outstretched arms. Tears escape her eyelids and streak down her cheeks. Willard starts to get emotional himself. He steps right into a hug. One that is long, heartfelt, and tight. She kisses him on the cheek and receives one on her head in return as she lays against his left shoulder. Willard keeps her wrapped with that arm and raises the microphone with his free right hand. She sweeps some strands of her brown hair out of the way just before he speaks.

Willard: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you PCW's newest superstar and the person I'm most excited about seeing, my daughter, Kristen Willard!

Kristen wipes her eyes and waves to the cheering faithful. Willard's beaming pride remains on full display as he turns to face her. He dries his own eyes and regains his composure before addressing her. He does so while taking her by the right hand.

Willard: It's hard to believe that nineteen years have passed since you were born. I still remember the day your mother and I brought you home from the hospital. Overjoyed at being first-time parents. Now my little girl has grown into a beautiful young woman, ready to start her own journey in this business. This is YOUR time now. YOUR moment. I love you, I support you and I am so damn proud of you, sweetheart.

Kristen says "I love you, too, Daddy" just before they hug again. The cheers being received are as loud as the boos he once enjoyed. Willard whispers something in her ear, causing her to smile and nod. He lifts his head in order to face the camera. The mic is raised one more time.

Willard: Before I go, I have something to tell my other children. Autumn, Nancy, Lydia and Melanie, I love you and I will see you when I get back home. I'm going to miss you, PCW. Thank you very, very much. Have a goodnight and enjoy the rest of the show.

Willard places the microphone down and turns to face an applauding Kristen as Alice in Chains returns. He smiles and holds the ropes open for her departure. He exits and then they begin heading up the ramp. Willard stops long enough to throw a final few waves and to raise Kristen's hand in the air. Then they disappear to the back.

As Trauma returns, 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 other competitors.

Sasha Greene: "The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he is the PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!"

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

Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.

A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Sasha Greene: "And, his tag team partner, he is the winner of the 2020 Deadly Rumble Match: GRIMM!"

The lights in the arena all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk adorning his face.

When the lights return to arena, David walks towards the ring, glancing at a lot of the fans as he passes by. A few want high-fives or just to touch him, but David stays just out of reach, taunting them along the way with fake tears or just avoiding their hands.

As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and another smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.

Sasha Greene: "And now, their opponents, representing Pandæmonium! First, from Tampa, Florida: DAVID HUNTER!"

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 Greene: "And, his tag team partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 pounds, 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.

Tag Team Match

Pandæmonium (David Hunter & Gerard Angelo ) vs Grimm & Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©)

Referee: Ed Lane

The bell rings and Rick Majors and Angelo start things off, circling each other and locking up, Angelo sending Majors to the ropes and taking him down with a clothesline. Majors gets up quickly and hits an elbow to the head from nowhere, taking Angelo by surprise. He follows up with a bulldog as Angelo staggers after the stiff shot to his temple. Majors drops an elbow twice then throws him to the corner, tagging in his partner. Grimm steps through the ropes, kicking Angelo in the ribs as Majors steps onto the apron.

Grimm hits a big slam then drops an elbow onto Angelo. He then pulls Gerard Angelo up and tosses him back into the corner, tagging in Majors once again.

Ace Anderson: I have to say, since having teamed up pretty regularly recently, Majors and Grimm are starting to work together quite well as a unit.

Jerry Andrews: And David Hunter sure doesn’t seem to like it. He looks really eager to get in the ring right now.

Ace Anderson: He won't though, not for a while, Gerard Angelo is going to win the match by himself. He wants to redeem himself after missing the threepeat in the Deadly Rumble.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I don’t ......AWWWW, WHAT A SHOT!!! Angelo with a spinning heel kick delivered to the face of Rick with tenacity.

Ace Anderson: He kicked the wrinkles right off him!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo with a cover now, 1.....2.....save by Grimm.

The referee escorts Grimm out of the ring, and Angelo takes advantage, unloading on Majors with a series of strikes to the face before throwing him into David Hunter’s corner for a good old fashioned double team.

As the referee turns around, Angelo makes the tag and David Hunter steps into the ring, slapping the taste out of Rick's mouth then smiling as Rick falls to the mat.

Ace Anderson: Ouch! What a shot!

Jerry Andrews: Such disrespect!

Ace Anderson: David Hunter doesn’t have to respect any of his opponents, especially not someone like Rick Majors.

Hunter lifts Rick and suplexes him hard onto the canvas, Rick holding his back in pain as Majors holds his arm out trying to make a tag. Hunter lays the boots to Rick and relentlessly attacks him with no mercy shown.

Jerry Andrews: Hunter beating the life out of Majors now.

Ace Anderson: That’s not hard to do. He doesn’t have much life in him to start.

Jerry Andrews: It certainly looks like Hunter and Angelo want to send a message here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, they’re not happy about how the Deadly Rumble turned out, that’s for sure.

Jerry Andrews:. Hunter now with a hard whip to the turnbuckle, punches to the face and a DDT in the middle of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Leglock on Rick now, I want him to start tapping.

Jerry Andrews: Surely not this early in the match.

Ace Anderson: HE'S GONNA JERRY, LOOK!! HAHAHA!!!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors breaking up that one there.

Hunter gets up and goes to Grimm, trying to goad him into the ring, but the referee holds him back.

Jerry Andrews: Hunter is really going for this one, he has been on top now for a while.

After shaking the effects of the leglock off, Rick runs and takes Hunter down with a clothesline.

Rick drops to his knee and begins to lay into Hunter with some rights and left. Majors now to his feet, then delivering a mean legdrop across the throat of Hunter. Quickly to his feet, Rick produces another.

Jerry Andrews: Hunter gasping for air now.

Ace Anderson: And Grimm just tagged in by Majors.

Grimm, after dragging Hunter to the corner, holds him in a full-nelson while Majors climbs to the top. He then jumps, slamming his elbow into the skull of Hunter.

Ace Anderson: DAMN! I have to say, that’s a nice double team move by these two…

Hunter hits the canvas holding his head, Majors stamps down on Hunter before picking him up. Snap-suplex. Majors quickly climbs back to the top, he steadies himself before take off… he attempts a elbow drop… but MISSES!

Jerry Andrews: That looked painful.

Ace Anderson: Big surprise, Rick Majors screwed up.

Hunter, slowly recovering, drags his body to the corner tagging in Angelo. Angelo enters as does Grimm who gets tagged in as well. Angelo sprints across the ring, knocking Grimm to the ground with a right hand. Half way to his feet on his knees on the apron, Gerard delivers a One Hit Wonder to the face of Majors!

Ace Anderson: Haha!

Jerry Andrews: Majors looks like he’s out cold on the floor!

Ace Anderson: It’s two-on-one against Grimm now! What a smart move!

Grimm is back to his feet, Hunter secretly climbs to the top rope behind him. Grimm runs at Angelo… spinebuster! Hunter then flies, right knee across the face of Grimm!!

Ace Anderson: Damn, so quick. The tag team of Angelo and Hunter looking strong here!

Jerry Andrews: That’s a blatant double team! Get this under control, ref!

The referee does as he should and he cleans out the ring, leaving the official people inside. Angelo and Grimm. Grimm grabs Angelo and hits him with a suplex. He drops an elbow then stands up and stomps on Gerard, then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Grimm charges in, but Angelo gets his feet up and kicks him in the face. Gerardo Angelo with a running clothesline, knocking Grimm down. He then throws him into the Pandæmonium corner. He tags in David Hunter and the two men stomp away on Grimm while the referee counts loudly. At five, he demands that Angelo leave the ring. Angelo does, but he’s quickly tagged in by Hunter and the same situation repeats.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is being double teamed right now! He’s being stomped through the mat by Pandæmonium!

Ace Anderson: And Majors is still struggling to get back up on the apron!

Angelo now pulls Grimm out of the corner and hits the Director’s Cut. He goes for a cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Grimm!

Angelo pulls Grimm up, but he’s hit with a chinbreaker followed by a big clothesline. Grimm then leaps towards his corner and tags in Majors, who just got back into position.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm gets the tag!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but how much does Majors have left?

Majors looking slightly worn locks up with Angelo, but gives a sneaky boot to the midsection of Angelo followed by an uppercut. Angelo staggers back and Majors takes advantage with a drop kick. Majors goes for the pin:

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Ace Anderson: NO WAY!

Jerry Andrews: Close call! Majors fighting back strong now.

Ace Anderson: There’s no way that was going to win the match!

Majors pushes Angelo into the ropes and whips him to the opposite side. As Angelo comes back, Majors hits him with the Centre of Attention! Majors falls ontop of Angelo and goes for the cover…
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Ace Anderson: NO! Kick out from Angelo!

Majors picks Angelo up and takes him to the corner, he unleashes several stomps to the stomach. After walking away, he spins back and runs at Angelo, going for a diving shoulder shot!

Jerry Andrews: OOH! Angelo getting out of there!

Ace Anderson: I think I heard Majors’ shoulder crack off the ring post!

Angelo quickly takes advantage, setting Majors up…

Ace Anderson: HOLLYWOOD ENDING!

The referee goes for the count, as David Hunter rushes into the ring to stop Grimm from breaking up the pin:
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“The winners of this match: DAVID HUNTER AND GERARD ANGELO!!!”

Hunter and Grimm continue to battle it out, until Angelo clocks Grimm with a big shot to the back. Grimm is then double teamed, while several officials rush down to the ring to stop them. Trauma heads off the air with Angelo scooping Grimm up and hitting a Hollywood Ending as the crowd jeers.

Jerry Andrews: That’s all the time we have! We’ll see you soon for All Hallows’ Eve!

Ace Anderson: And don’t forget to check out PureClassWrestling.com for our first “Faithful Friday” poll!

Jerry Andrews: Goodnight everyone!

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