Post by PCW Staff on Dec 6, 2020 20:54:07 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Collision Course 9
Sunday, December 6th, 2020
"They're looking for saviors, I'm looking for safety
They never gon' break me, take me
Down on my knees, believe I'm never gon' beg or plead
Yeah, I never say never, but I guarantee
Gather my strength, goin' hard in the paint
Paint you a picture, it's put on display
I'm gonna get, they don't give then I take
Can't take me down now
My feet on the ground now
Fight 'til I'm down now
Say it out loud now
Say it out loud, are you ready for war?"
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.
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: 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, awaiting his adversary.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent! 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 entering the ring in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for the match to start.
Singles Match
Gerard Angelo vs Razor Blade Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Ace Anderson: This is further disrespect of Gerry's main event level talents. He deserves better.
Jerry Andrews: His job is to beat the opponent across the ring from him.
Ace Anderson: How many times has he, like everyone else, beat Razor Blade?
Jerry Andrews: How many times has Gerard had to cash his contract in? Besides, I do recall a bit of a recent winning streak for the big dog.
Gerard knows he's not going to win a power match with his larger opponent, so he launches himself into a preemptive strike by way of dropkicking Razor at the knees. The impact causes a head first collapse and puts Gerard in a favorable position to deliver a DDT.
Gerard capitalizes on his strategy by attacking the knees, but now involves the legs with a targeted Garvin stomp. Razor is rolled over for a second Garvin stomp targeting the back of his legs now. Gerard drags Razor across the ring and cranks in a figure-four but while Razor is face down!
Razor writhes in agony but his strength advantage comes into play here as he pulls himself to the ropes to force a break. Gerard arrogantly tests the count right up to five before finally untangling himself. He then decides to rile up the crowd with mock jeers while Razor is forced to use the ropes to pull himself up with.
Jerry Andrews: Double chop block!
Ace Anderson: Gerard is showing off just why he is the smartest man in the company. Razor Blade has been completely neutralized.
Gerard works Razor over with a flurry of elbow drops and then goes for a springboard moonsault. Razor instinctively puts his knees up and pays for it equally as much as Gerard. The Hollywood Hero clings to his midsection, but Razor is only able to partially push himself up with a half push-up.
Razor tries to force his damaged legs to work with him, but they buckle and send him collapsing into the ropes. He wraps his arms around the top rope with a pained expression, but is grabbing a rallying cry of sorts from the faithful. Gerard has brought himself back up still favoring his torso, but full of confidence because he knows he has a major advantage.
Jerry Andrews: Spear by Razor Blade!
Ace Anderson: That's one thing he can do without his legs.
Jerry Andrews: Razor has a pin!
Ace Anderson: For nothing. Gerard Angelo is too much of a blue chip asset to be put down with a tackle.
Razor digs deep in order to work through the pain in his legs. His balance is wobbly at best and has very little stability, still he executes a leaping clothesline on Gerard and then is able to hit an uppercut immediately after. Razor momentarily buckles, but recovers in time to force Gerard into the ropes.
That's a mistake. Gerard times a springboard cutter as he bounces back with Hero's Welcome! He clings to his stomach for a slight pause, checks his jaw after standing and then blasts Razor with One Hit Wonder. Gerard taunts the fans in route to dropping Razor with Hollywood Ending moments later. He reaches out and hooks a leg.
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3.
The bell is called for as the Man Without Peer has himself another W.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Gerard Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Well ladies and gentlemen, as Gerard Angelo has his hand raised in victory here tonight, we have two huge upcoming events to talk to you about.
Ace Anderson: That's right, the first takes place on Thursday December 18th: It's the 2020 Winter Icey Awards! Look out for a list of nominees soon at PureClassWrestling.com!
Jerry Andrews: That should be quite a show, but that's not all! Coming up in 2021, on our very first show of the year, January 15th, it's the Trauma TENTH ANNIVERSARY SHOW.
Ace Anderson: That's right! Ten straight years of Trauma being on the air! What an event that will be!
Ace Anderson: That's right, the first takes place on Thursday December 18th: It's the 2020 Winter Icey Awards! Look out for a list of nominees soon at PureClassWrestling.com!
Jerry Andrews: That should be quite a show, but that's not all! Coming up in 2021, on our very first show of the year, January 15th, it's the Trauma TENTH ANNIVERSARY SHOW.
Ace Anderson: That's right! Ten straight years of Trauma being on the air! What an event that will be!
"'Cause we are one, reborn free
I am you and you are me
You sacrificed everything
I am and will always be your legacy (Your legacy)"
Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. From Los Angeles, California, weighing 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 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.
Jerry Andrews: Holden is attacking Alexa before she can even get to the ring! Not that I'm complaining.
Ace Anderson: These two have violence in their DNA.
Alexa is being brutalized by Holden's use of his signature ax handle. Each shot he lays in is worse than the last and met with a high level of savagery. Neither are beloved superstars, but Holden is receiving cheers by sheer default.
Alexa tries to reach into her own bag of tricks to defend herself, but with damage being done, Holden's powerhouse reign of unbridled violence is overwhelming. Alexa is picked up and speared off the ring post. Holden backs up and drives her into the post a second time. Then comes an overhead belly to belly so he can dislodge the stairs.
Holden acts if he can't hear the referee barking instructions at him. He lays the bottom half of the stairs in the aisle and then pummels Alexa some more with the ax handle. He looks wildly at the faithful. Not in a call for support, but to let them know he's about to break the sociopathic black widow bitch that is Alexa Black.
Jerry Andrews: This match still hasn't officially started!
Ace Anderson: That doesn't matter to Holden because he's about to officially end it, and I don't just mean the match.
Alexa by this point has been lifted and slammed HARD on the steps with a massive powerbomb. But Holden isn't satisfied. He delivers BASTARDIZED as well before finally bringing action to the ring. The referee doesn't immediately call for the bell since Alexa is in no condition to compete, but when someone that is 6'5", 307 pounds tells you to ring the bell or else, you ring the bell.
Number Contendership for the PCW Genesis Championship
Singles Match
Holden Ross vs Alexa Black
Referee: Eric Russo
DING
DING
DING
Alexa is lifelessly picked up and carried up the top rope. Holden has to get creative about his maneuvering, but when he does, it has the faithful's attention.
Jerry Andrews: He's not seriously going to do this is he??
Ace Anderson: Yes he is and it could break Alexa's neck.
Jerry Andrews: SINS OF THE FATHER!
Holden Ross gets a rousing HOLY SHIT chant from the absolutely disgusting landing of his finisher. He keeps Alexa folded over and demands a count.
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3.
At the sound of three he triumphantly stands tall and demands his hand be raised.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Holden Ross!
Ace Anderson: An emphatic and brutal victory for Holden Ross here tonight!
Jerry Andrews: I bet Alexa Black regrets even showing up!
Ace Anderson: Did she even show up?
Jerry Andrews: Of course she did. Can you imagine how bad it would look if she didn't show up at all?
Ace Anderson: You're right, it's one thing to get your ass kicked in a match, but it's way worse if you don't even bother to show up.
Jerry Andrews: Well, we know who the number one contender is, but who will Holden Ross be facing for the title? We're about to find out!
Jerry Andrews: I bet Alexa Black regrets even showing up!
Ace Anderson: Did she even show up?
Jerry Andrews: Of course she did. Can you imagine how bad it would look if she didn't show up at all?
Ace Anderson: You're right, it's one thing to get your ass kicked in a match, but it's way worse if you don't even bother to show up.
Jerry Andrews: Well, we know who the number one contender is, but who will Holden Ross be facing for the title? We're about to find out!
Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Genesis Championship!”
“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 first, from the Great State of Texas, weighing in at 239 pounds: TEXAS TIM!”
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
Sasha Greene: “And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS”
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
PCW Genesis Championship
Singles Match
Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) vs Texas Tim
Referee: Nigel Gale
DING!
DING!
DING!
The bell rings. Tim immediately charges at Majors with a clothesline, but Majors dodges it at the last second. Tim tries again, but Majors ducks under.
Jerry Andrews: And this is exactly what Rick Majors needs to do, stay away from the power of this big Texan!
Ace Anderson: Yeah, I wouldn’t count on Old Man Majors getting around the ring this quickly for long.
Majors now fires back with a right hand to the face. And another. And another. Tim is staggered. Majors takes a step back and he tries for a spin kick, but Tim takes him down with a clothesline!
Jerry Andrews: He nearly took his head off with that one!
Ace Anderson: What did I tell you?
Tim scoops Majors now and slams him. He gets a full mount and unloads with a series of forearms to the head. Majors tries to cover up, but he can’t. Tim then pulls his opponent up and he hits him with a German suplex. As Majors staggers to his feet, he’s taken down by a hard right hand. Majors tries to stand again, but he’s dropped once more.
Jerry Andrews: Texas Tim is very aggressive here tonight!
Ace Anderson: And this offense appears to be highly effective as well.
Jerry Andrews: I can't argue against that point.
Ace Anderson: Damn right you can't.
Majors get to his feet with the help of the ropes. Tim connects with an elbow strike to the side of the head that sends his opponent into the corner. Majors staggers out. Tim runs at Rick and scores with a running dropkick, sending Majors into the turnbuckle. He plays up to the crowd for a moment before he hammers Majors with a clothesline in the corner. Rick is finding it increasingly hard to breathe and he staggers out from the turnbuckle along the ropes. As he does, Tim goes to the top and leaps down at Majors.
Jerry Andrews: And now, Tim going to take a chance. Going up top… for a bulldog!
Ace Anderson: Whoa!
Jerry Andrews: Nothing there! Majors just fell through the ropes to get away and Tim struck out on that one.. landing right on his face!
Ace Anderson: That was an unorthodox move for Texas Tim and it didn’t pay off. He should dance with what brung him.
Majors leans on the ring for support and finally gets his wind back as he stands in the apron. Tim recovers and runs at him, but he is cut off by a shoulder block. Majors then grabs the ropes once again, this time as leverage to catapult himself over the top to score with a flying crossbody takedown. The ring shakes as the two men slam onto the canvas. Majors now smashes away at his opponent's face with left hands to the temple.
Jerry Andrews: Hell of a reversal of fortunes here. Majors in command.. and a now running leg drop there on Tim!
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors realizing he needs to be more aggressive here if he wants to win!
Jerry Andrews: Here's a cover. 1... 2.. and just a near fall.
Now in control of the match, Majors grabs his opponent by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He knees him in the stomach and then drops him with a big time DDT. He slowly climbs up to the second turnbuckle.
Jerry Andrews: And now, this isn't exactly normal for Majors either….
But as Majors flies through the air looking for a big knee drop, Tim rolls and then scurries out of the way. Majors comes up limping on that right knee after hitting it hard against the canvas. Tim seizes the opportunity and gets a chop block to that same knee, sending Majors to the canvas flat on his back.
Ace Anderson: Clever move there by Tim!
Tim now heads up top once again. He flies through the air, this time scoring with an elbow from the top rope. He quickly gets a cover on Majors
Jerry Andrews: A big high risk move again… and it paid off!
Ace Anderson: These two guys will do anything for the title!
Jerry Andrews: And with that big elbow! Is it enough? The cover.. 1... 2... THR.. NO!
Ace Anderson: Just barely not enough.
Tim can't believe that it wasn't enough, but he continues his offense. He stomps away at Majors and then tosses him into the ropes... but is reversed on that Irish whip attempt. Tim tries to turn it into a clothesline, but Majors manages to knee him in the stomach. He then sets him up and hits a brainbuster! Rick Majors gets back up and staggers on his injured knee once again, but he still has enough strength to pull Tim up and drop him with a front facelock cutter!
Jerry Andrews: Believe in This!!
The cover:
1…
2…
Ace Anderson: Texas Tim kicks out!
Majors pulls him up, but Tim shoves him backwards and drops him with a big boot to the face!
Jerry Andrews: MY GOD!
Ace Anderson: He almost took his head off there!
Majors slowly staggers up….
Jerry Andrews: COWBOY LARIAT!
1…
2…
Ace Anderson: He got him!
Jerry Andrews: No! The referee is saying it was two!
Ace Anderson: Oh my… so close!
Tim now pulls Majors up. He tosses Majors into the corner and he stomps away on him. He then pulls him out. Majors hits him with a strike to the face that staggers him. Majors now leaps at him with a flying clothesline, but Texas Tim catches him in mid-air and slams him down to the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Spine first onto the mat!
Texas Tim now pulls him up and sets him up for a tombstone piledriver!
Ace Anderson: Texas Forever coming up!
Majors manages to adjust his weight and he floats over! He has Tim in a tombstone position now! The big Texan battles out and breaks free… but he’s hit with a spinning hook kick to the back of the head!
Jerry Andrews: Centre of Attention!
Majors gets him in a double underhook position now,….
Jerry Andrews: Major Impact!
The cover:
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2…
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: He got him!
Ace Anderson: What a battle!
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is the winner, but Texas Tim gave him one hell of a fight!
Ace Anderson: That’s for sure!
The bell sounds and Rick rises to his feet and accepts the Genesis Championship from the ref. He raises it above his head in celebration and the crowd cheers him on.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is still the Genesis Champion, Ace!
Ace Anderson: Somehow he continues to win!
Rick turns and is nearly decapitated by a lariat from Holden Ross. Around his arm is a length of chain which he drops on at his feet.
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross is back! Holden Ross is back out here! And he is making his mark! He is the number one contender to that belt and he's letting Rick know, he wants that belt!
Jerry Andrews: Holden is a sick individual and should be banned from Pure Class Wrestling. Hasn't he done enough damage tonight already
Rick is curled in the fetal position at Holden's feet and, as the big man reaches down for him, he is struck from behind by Texas Tim. Holden wheels around and drives a left hand into Tim's jaw, knocking him off of his feet.
Ace Anderson: What in the blue Hell is he thinking?
Jerry Andrews: He's trying to protect Rick!
Ace Anderson: He's the only one!
Holden wraps some of the chain around his fist and decks Tim when he stumbles to his feet. When Holden turns to face Rick, he finds the Champ on his knees, his face a crimson mask from the earlier lariat.
Jerry Andrews: What is he doing now?!
Ace Andrews: Going too far!
Holden has wrapped the chain around Rick’s neck and as a flood of referees and officials flood down to the ring, Holden tosses Rick over the top rope. Rick stops short of the floor by about an inch as Holden grips the other end of the chain. Fans watch in horror as the ref’s try to save Rick, who's face has gone beet red and Holden cackles maniacally. When Rick goes limp is when Holden finally releases the Champ.
Ace Anderson: Too far!
Jerry Andrews: Get the medics out here!
The camera can't decide between showing the unconscious and bloody Rick Majors or his attacker, who is backing up the ramp, a satisfied grin curling his lips.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross just choked Majors out with that chain! Oh my God!
Ace Anderson: The medical team is out here right now checking on Rick Majors, who appears to be struggling to breathe.
Jerry Andrews: We still have our main event to go, but this is a very serious situation folks. We'll be right back.
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross just choked Majors out with that chain! Oh my God!
Ace Anderson: The medical team is out here right now checking on Rick Majors, who appears to be struggling to breathe.
Jerry Andrews: We still have our main event to go, but this is a very serious situation folks. We'll be right back.
Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Friday November 20th, 2020 Tim pulls Majors up, but Rick hits him with a hard right hand. He then spins and hits him with a spinning heel kick! Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention! And now the cover! 1.... 2.... Ace Anderson: Kickout! Razor rushes into the ring in case he needs to break the count. The referee goes over to get him out of the ring. Meanwhile, Rick Majors goes to tag Grimm back into the match but.... Jerry Andrews: What the hell just happened!? Grimm isn't on the apron! Ace Anderson: STORMM! STORMM IS HERE! HE JUST PULLED GRIMM OFF THE APRON! Jerry Andrews: Hangcloud DDT onto the floor! Stormm just laid out the number one contender for his PCW World Title! He just fired the first shot against his Collision Course opponent! Rick Majors is left watching from the ring, seemingly stunned by what's going on outside... and then he's rolled up from behind by Texas Tim! The referee rushes over for the cover: 1.... 2.... 3!!!!!! As Texas Tim celebrates his victory, Rick Majors looks up at him in shock. Meanwhile Stormm is on his way back up the apron, holding the PCW World Title over his head! |
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, Stormm may have fired the first shot against Grimm on the most recent episode of Trauma, but these two men certainly know one another well.
Ace Anderson: Both men are PCW legends. They're multi-time champions. They're Hall of Famers. They're royalty in this business. And they're about to go one-on-one for the richest prize in the game!
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW World Title!
The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.
Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.
A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the challenger. He is the 2020 Deadly Rumble winner: GRIMM!
Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums begin to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat.
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.
Sasha Greene: "And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."
The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.Sasha Greene: "He is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Climbing through the middle and top rope, he immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the World title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.
Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
PCW World Championship
Singles Match
Referee: Ed Lane
DING
DING
The two stand toe to toe in the ring. As the referee calls for the bell the two men begin circling each other, the two lock up as the crowd waits in anticipation.
Jerry Andrews: Here we go, folks. Stormm and Grimm for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! It just doesn’t get any bigger than this!
Ace Anderson: And they’re already battling it out here!
Throwing each other around, they break as Stormm arrogantly smiles at the Deadly Rumble winner.
Ace Anderson: Can you believe Stormm is smiling?
Jerry Andrews: He’s confident! He’s the world champ!
Ace Anderson: Grimm is just testing the waters here. Don't worry Jerry, it's still early.
Jerry Andrews: Why would I be worried?
As the crowd cheers, they lock it up again, jockeying for position Grimm tosses Stormm into the corner. Grimm now looks at Stormm and smiles.
Jerry Andrews: And now GRIMM is the one who is smiling!
Ace Anderson: It’s creepy when he smiles.
Inviting Stormm into the middle of the ring, the two men begin to exchange punches. Back and forth, the two lay in rights and lefts until Grimm finally gets one up on Stormm and backs him against the ropes and whips him across the ring. Grimm muscles Stormm down with a huge shoulder block. He then bounces off the ropes, as Stormm rolls over onto his stomach. Grimm leaps over Stormm's attempt trip him up as Stormm jumps to his feet and leap frogs over Grimm, then he ducks under Stormm's leap frog, bounces off the ropes, and Stormm drops down on his stomach again. This time Grimm stops in his tracks and drops a massive leg drop over the back of Stormm's head.
Ace Anderson: OOOOOHHH! That had to hurt!
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is in a world of hurt at the moment.
Ace Anderson: But what an exchange by these two guys! They’re on fire here tonight!
Stormm rolls to the outside of the ring holding his head as Grimm nails him with a baseball slide from inside the ring. Stormm flies against the barrier as Grimm goes outside the ring and hits him with a few hard punches before tossing him back in the ring.
Ace Anderson: Grimm is impressive here tonight.
Jerry Andrews: Well he's definitely showing Stormm why he's one of the most feared competitors in this company, I can tell you that much.
Ace Anderson: I feel like Stormm already knows that.
Grimm slides into the ring, but Stormm is to his feet and he takes him down and stomps him on the back. He then picks Grimm up and shoves him into the corner. He hits him with a combination of punches and kicks before picking Grimm up and sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Stormm then gets up there with him and is setting him up for a superplex.
Jerry Andrews: What's Stormm trying to do here!?
Ace Anderson: This is crazy!
Stormm and Grimm both stand on the top turnbuckle as Grimm battles back with body blows to the gut of Stormm. They then come off the top rope as Grimm nails Stormm with a SPINEBUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!
Ace Anderson: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen that before!
Grimm rolls Stormm over as he goes for the first cover of the match up.
1….
2…
Jerry Andrews: No! Stormm barely got his shoulder up!
Ace Anderson: How did Stormm get out of that!?
Tossing Stormm to the outside, Grimm rolls out of the ring as the referee begins to lay in the count. Picking Stormm up, Grimm tosses him into the steel steps.
Jerry Andrews: My God! Stormm just took a hard shot. He looks hurt!
Ace Anderson: Don’t get my hopes up, Jerry.
Tossing Stormm into the barrier, Grimm looks at the top rope and begins climbing it. The fans are going nuts as Stormm stands up against the barrier. Grimm looks into the crowd and then at the dazed Stormm. With the crowd cheering, Grimm leaps off the top rope, hitting a cross body splash onto Stormm knocking both men through the barrier wall!
Holy sh..! Holy sh..! Holy sh..!
Jerry Andrews: What a move! Grimm just came off the top rope and hit Stormm with that crossbody splash!
Ace Anderson: HOW DID HE DO THAT!?
A holds his gut in pain, Grimm slowly stands up as Stormm remains on the floor in pain. Picking up Stormm, Grimm tosses him into the ring. Rolling back into the ring, Grimm sets Stormm's throat across the bottom rope. Bouncing off the opposite side, Grimm attempts to drive Stormm's throat into the bottom rope, but Stormm moves out of the way!
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is still in this!
Ace Anderson: But can he battle back here? I don't think so.
Pulling himself up, Grimm quickly tries to tackle Stormm but is met with a huge spear. Still shaking off the cobwebs, Stormm instantly falls on top of Grimm as the referee makes the cover.
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Jerry Andrews: No! Grimm gets his foot on the bottom rope!
Ace Anderson: Close but no cigar!
Standing up slowly, Stormm picks up Grimm by his head and whips him into the ropes. As Grimm attempts a clothesline, Stormm ducks it and counters with a drop toe hold. Stormm now stands up and hits a leg drop right to the back of the head. He pulls Grimm up and sends him into the mat with a German suplex. And another. And another. He then pulls him up again and hits a Russian leg sweep.
Ace Anderson: Somehow Stormm has battled back and he’s firmly in control now!
Jerry Andrews: That’s why he’s our World Champion!
Stormm pulls Grimm up and gets behind him. He uses his right arm to grab wrestler's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Grimm's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Grimm's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Grimms's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to hiss face as well.
Jerry Andrews: Eye of the Stormm locked in!!
Fighting desperately, Stormm cinches in the hold as Grimm makes his way to the ropes. Getting his toe on the bottom rope, the referee forces a break.
Ace Anderson: That was almost it there!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was lucky to get his foot on the rope.
Ace Anderson: That's the second time that great ring awareness has saved him tonight.
Stormm stands up and takes a moment to catch his breath. He then bends down to pull Grimm up, but he’s rolled up!
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Stormm is up now, but so is Grimm. Stormm fires a right hand, but Grimm blocks it. A right hand from Grimm connects! And a back elbow! Kick to the stomach! DDT!
Jerry Andrews: And Stormm in trouble here..
Ace Anderson: A cover!
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Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Grimm pulls Stormm up, and Stormm hits him with a big strike to the jaw. He then clotheslines him down to the mat! As Grimm stands up, he’s clotheslined down again! Grimm rolls out of the ring and pulls himself up, standing on the apron! Dropkick to the face by Stormm!
Jerry Andrews: Ouch!
Ace Anderson: Grimm just hit the floor hard!
Jerry Andrews: INCOMING!!!!
Stormm comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that connects! The crowd is on their feet as Stormm pulls Grimm up. He slams him into the guardrail. He then grabs him…
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT ON THE OUTSIDE!
Stormm takes a moment to get up. He slowly stands and pulls the now lifeless Grimm up with him. He rolls Grimm into the ring and then slides under the bottom rope himself. He puts his arm over Grimm and the referee counts.
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Jerry Andrews: GRIMM KICKED OUT!!!
Stormm slowly pulls Grimm up…
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Grimm with a cover:
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Ace Anderson: NO!
Jerry Andrews: This match continues folks!
The two men stagger back to their feet, clearly exhausted by the grueling contest. Suddenly Stormm dives at Grimm with a clothesline! Grimm dodges it at the last second and Stormm collides with the referee!
Jerry Andrews: The referee is down!
Ace Anderson: But Grimm has Stormm!
Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!!!!
Grimm remains on the mat for a moment as well, before slowly crawling over to the throw his arm over Stormm!
Ace Anderson: Here comes another referee!
Jerry Andrews: But... wait.... why is Gerard Angelo with him!?
Ace Anderson: Ha ha! Yes!!!
The referee, Charles Lim, is on the apron, with Angelo by his side smiling.
Jerry Andrews: Is Angelo going to cash in his match right now?
Ace Anderson: Brilliant! Brilliant!
Grimm is on his feet and he slugs Angelo in the face, knocking him off the apron! Stormm has rolled out of the ring. When he sees what's going on, he grabs the referee Lim off the apron and throws him down to the floor!
Jerry Andrews: Wait... that's a PCW Official! I get that Stormm is upset, but you can't do that!
Grimm is on the outside now, and he's throwing fists with Angelo. Stormm attacks Angelo from behind. The three start brawling on the outside. Angelo throws Stormm into the ringside barrier. He then slams Grimm into the ring steps. Angelo steps towards Stormm, who kicks him in the stomach. Stormm sets him up, but Grimm tackles both men down to the floor!
Ace Anderson: This is chaos! These three men are now just unloading on each other with feet and fists and anything else they can manage!
Ed Lane is back up now and he sees the brawl on the outside. He looks down at Charles Lim who is just coming too as if to ask him what just happened. Lim shrugs. Lane then turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell. The crowd boos. The bell doesn't seem to stop the three men from fighting.
Jerry Andrews: I think... I think this match just ended!
Ace Anderson: And I don't think any of these three wrestlers care! They're in the crowd right now! Stormm just cracked Grimm with a chair! But Angelo took him down with a tackle!
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we've got an absolute brawl on our hands, but the match has been officially ended, so Stormm remains champion! We'll see you at the Iceys!
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