The 2020 Winter Icey Awards: Trauma 283 Results
Dec 18, 2020 19:52:00 GMT -5
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The 2020 Winter Icey Awards: Trauma 283
Friday December 18th, 2020
The show opens with a shot of the sold out PCW Arena, where everyone is on their feet screaming.
Jerry Andrews: Hello everyone, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to a very special night on the PCW calendar! Welcome to the Icey Awards!
Ace Anderson: What a big night for everyone, especially for you and I who are going to get to announce the winners LIVE in the PCW Arena!
Jerry Anderson: I can't wait! Let's get to tonight's first award.
Stormm and Willard find themselves at opposite rails and with opposite reactions to the fans touching them. Whereas Stormm doesn't focus on it, Willard can be heard cursing them out. The two spin at one another and start making sweat fly in an exchange of fisticuffs! As if they've found a reserve, the two legends battle through the pain and soreness with everything they've got. Neither bests the other one, but Willard halts things by running Stormm backwards against the cell. A quick Northern lights suplex onto the door continues his advantage. Once Willard flips over to hit the second installment, Stormm swings into a counter by way of reverse DDT! Once again they find themselves down on the door and favoring different parts of their anatomies. Willard this time starts moving in the direction of where the announce team sits. He manages to stand himself up just in time for Stormm to pounce on him around the corner! Willard takes cell damage to the head, but he immediately introduces Stormm to his own steel dinner. Back and forth they go at each other until Jerry and Ace are forced to abandon their station. Just when it appears Stormm is going to have the final word on how this brawl goes, Willard stun guns him off the cell, but then eats a momentum shifting tornado DDT off the announce table! Stormm gets up on the other side and begins clearing everything. He tags some outstretched hands on his way around to get Willard off the floor. The two exchange blocks to prevent from their faces from going into the steel. But their brawl starts to have an ascension to it. They punch from their dominant side and use the other to hang onto the cell. When they get just about thirteen feet up the cell, Stormm finds that he's getting the better of the exchange and has Willard precariously close to taking a long drop back down. That's when Willard reaches into his bag of tricks and MISTS Stormm right in the eyes, blinding him with a red liquid. Stormm gets slammed once into the cell and is sent crashing THROUGH the announce table!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Willard turns his head to see Stormm laid out in the rubble. The grin on his face tells the entire story. Before climbing back down he gives the faithful a middle finger. "Fuck HIM and fuck YOU!" Willard slowly moves around the cell, barking for Jerry and Ace to get out of his way in passing. Willard re-enters the cell and has enough time to take out a pair of tables, slide them into the ring, and get them stacked up. Willard departs the ring and leaves the cell. He slowly marches to where Stormm is stirring and gives him a shot with the chair from the timekeeper's table. Willard crouches down to tell Stormm something that can't be picked up, but the way he's looking is a sign he intends on going to the TOP of the cell! The height of which is twenty-feet. He puts a boot to Stormm for good measure and then heads to the cell wall. Unbeknownst to him, Stormm is stirring. Willard begins to scale, but isn't exactly racing to get up there. Right about the time he makes it halfway is when Stormm surprises him with an incoming shot! Stormm gives him another and then bounces Willard's head off the cell. Willard maintains his balance, then starts to fire back at Stormm in response, but he also manages to get a slight kick in. Willard tries to get some space, only for Stormm to grab his foot! Willard wiggles it free, but is forced into another slugfest as Stormm catches him. Willard is ready this time. Stormm gets clipped with an elbow and has his head bounced. This allows Willard to climb over the top of the cell first, giving him an advantageous position. Determined to send Stormm to his doom, Willard stomps on his fingers. Stormm is forced to endure the pain, but his sheer determination and support from his fans is enough motivation to not let the bad guy win this. A double stomp however causes Stormm to suddenly fall, bringing audible gasps to a captivated arena. The quick thinking champion luckily only loses around five feet of ground. It may have gave the faithful a scare, but it presented Willard enough time to unlatch a centered table and get it set up. Stormm safely reaches the top of the cell, and throws some shots into Willard's weakened midsection as he approaches. Willard is eventually backed up onto the table! Down below static is heard as Jerry and Ace take a position in the war zone. Jerry Andrews: We're finally back and as seen, Willard and Stormm are some twenty feet in the air! There's tables in the ring, a table up with them and you just know this isn't going to end well! Ace Anderson: I told you, Willard is a man of his word! Jerry Andrews: For the love of Luis, both of these men are husbands and fathers! I hope wherever they are that Destiny and Lindsay have chosen not to watch this! Willard, after thumbing Stormm in the eye, gives a short-arm clothesline. He picks Stormm up and pulls him onto the table! He steadies himself and is carefully putting Stormm in position for a suplex of the FISHERMAN'S variety. Willard is about to give Stormm his own finisher---but it's blocked! Stormm fights his way out of it---the two are now off the table, but Stormm is slamming Willard's head off of it repeatedly until the fight is driven out. Stormm now gets Willard into a fisherman's position. He takes one deep breath, takes in every bit of cheers from the crowd, and picks Willard up --- FORCE OF NATURE THROUGH THE TABLE, THROUGH THE TOP OF THE CELL AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TWO STACKED TABLES!!! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOOOOOD!! Ace Anderson: That was---are they OK? Are they ALIVE? HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Willard and Stormm lay motionless in the ring as pieces of table are over them like a wooden blanket. The referee quickly jumps into action to check on the well beings of both men. Stormm is ok, but the immediate worry is for Willard as he was on the receiving end of a hellacious spot. The buzz has yet to settle down as the match is grounded to a halt. Willard appears to be indicating he's ok, something that may not be true once he returns home to Anaheim and an angry wife. Which isn't to say that the same anger isn't waiting for Stormm in Kansas City. With the referee convinced that both are ok, he can begin to make the ten count. Ace Anderson: If this goes to a draw, Willard still has a career! Jerry Andrews: And Stormm still has his title. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10---Stormm has pulled himself over just before the count! Willard is shoved little by little until he's on his back. Stormm moves some debris away and with his last effort and drop of energy, throws an arm over The Anarchist. 1! . .. ... .... ...... 2! . .. ... .... ..... 3!! The bell is called for. The fans are going bonkers. "Land of Shadows" can hardly be heard. Stormm has successfully defended his title against one of his most dangerous foes and has just ended the storied career of "The Anarchist" Jason Willard. Sasha Greene: "Here is your winner and STILL PCW World Champion, Stormm!!" Officials and trainers have started to enter the ring to check on the two competitors who are slowly moving, but remain down where the pin happened. Jerry Andrews: That was a match for the ages. Willard and Stormm brought everything they had, hit each other with their best shots, and in the end the Force of Nature won out. |
Winner: PCW World Championship: Hell in a Cell Match: Stormm (©) vs Jason Willard (Deadly Intentions XI)
Jerry Andrews: What a match that was and what a way for Jason Willard to end his PCW career! And don't forget to check out PureClassWrestling.com for a complete list of all of tonight's winners!
Ace Anderson: We'll be right back!
The show returns in the PCW Arena.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome back everyone, and you're listing to the winner of the 'Best Entrance Music' award. Congratulations to Grimm!'
Winner: "You Ain't Coming Back (Instrumental)" by Zeal & Ardor - Grimm
Majors and Grimm are slowly starting to stir. Jerry Andrews: That’s going to be a call that will be debated for a while, but I have to say I agree with it. This is a special night and we all want to see a new Genesis Champion crowned here this evening! Ace Anderson: Fight all night! Jerry Andrews: It’s interesting that you say that, Ace, because there’s no time limit on this contest. It could go on forever and TBS has given us some extra airtime, but don’t you worry, we will show you the conclusion of this match on our website if needed! Both men have made it to their feet now. Suddenly, Majors kicks Grimm in the stomach! Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT! Majors can barely move, despite being the one who hit the move. He finally manages to drape his arm across Grimm…. 1…. 2….. Ace Anderson: No! Grimm got his shoulder up! Jerry Andrews: The referee may have hit three, but he’s immediately shaking his head, saying the match isn’t over! Grimm was a split second away from losing this match, but it continues! Ace Anderson: Majors took too long to cover him! Rick Majors slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Grimm up… Jerry Andrews: HEADBUTT! Ace Anderson: AND THE HARVEST!!! Grimm with a cover now: 1….. 2…. Jerry Andrews: I think he got the shoulder up! Ace Anderson: The referee is saying he did… wow! It look like three but apparently this match continues! Both competitors are clearly exhausted. They use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet, the PCW Faithful cheering them on every step of the way. They step toward one another. Grimm swings with a punch. It connects, rocking Majors. Majors wildly swings back but misses. Grimm throws another big right hand. Majors dodges this one. He grabs Grimm by the head. Double underhook. Jerry Andrews: Major Impact! Rick Majors falls on top of Grimm: 1….. 2…. 3!!! DING DING DING! Jerry Andrews: It’s over! He did it! Rick Majors is champion! Ace Anderson: Somehow, some way, he has defeated Grimm! Rick Majors is the new Genesis Champion! “Wastelands” plays as both Majors and Grimm remain on the canvas. Slowly they both sit up. The referee hands Rick the new Genesis Championship. He looks at it shock and slowly makes his way to his feet, using the ropes. Majors is very unsteady on his feet, but he still manages to raise the championship in the air! Sasha Greene: The winner of this match, and NEW PCW Genesis Champion: RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!!!! Jerry Andrews: It’s a new era in PCW! The Genesis Title is officially back! Grimm is about to leave the ring when Rick Majors stops him. He extends his hand out and Grimm takes it. The two shake hands and then Grimm steps through the ropes to the outside. Major raises the title over his head once more before collapsing to his knees. |
Winner: Rick Majors
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is truly an inspiration to us all.
Ace Anderson: Will he find a really inspiring way to lose the Hangman Horror's match for the PCW Genesis Championship later tonight?
Jerry Andrews: That match, and many more awards, are coming up but right now we've got a little look back at the Christmas Days of Yore! Let's head way back at the Trauma 164 Iceys from December 2014....
Non-Title Street Fight
Sadistic (World ©) vs. Grimm
Referee: Manny Cruz
Sadistic is the early aggressor. Bullying his brother with a brotherly beatdown, he batters him down to the ringside area. Making liberal use of the guardrail and Grimm's forehead, it's not long before Grimm is BUSTED WIDE OPEN! Not shy about using his bleeding head as a weapon, Phinehas stuns his brother with a spectacular headbutt! The Lord of Misrule goes on the offensive and starts by introducing Billy's face to the ringpost. Sadistic is staggered, allowing Grimm to slam his ugly mug into the ring apron over and over again. If you're expecting wrestling holds, you're watching the wrong match.
Sadistic breaks free from Grimm's grasp and slides into the safety of the ring. Phinehas is right behind him. Sprinting across the ring, Sadistic baseball slides under the bottom rope to get away from his brother and has a few choice words for that chump on commentary, Ace Anderson. Anderson doesn't even give Billy the courtesy of a warning – and Grimm's suicide dive catches Sadistic in the back and sends both men into the commentary table! His lower lumbar aching, Sadistic crawls away on hands and knees. Hopping onto the ring apron, Grimm measures his brother before sprinting down the runway and connecting with a flying kneedrop to the back of Sadistic's head. The Phenom is down and out! Grimm makes a quick cover and Manny is there to count. Sadistic gets a weak shoulder up after two. He's clearly smarting from that kneedrop.
Rolling to his stomach, half of Sadistic's body is beneath the ring apron. Grimm takes a moment to arm himself with a steel chair before continuing his brotherly assault. Phinehas approaches with chair overhead, but walks right into the end of a baseball bat jab a la Billy Sadistic. Having fished the weapon from under the ring, he swings at Grimm. The Abomination of Desolation manages to deflect the blow partially with the chair. Sadistic swings again, knocking the chair from Grimm's hands! Grimm backs away, but Sadistic takes another cut at him! Grimm rolls out of the way and Sadistic connects with steel ringpost! The vibration shocks his hands, causing him to drop the bat. Phinehas, still dripping blood, surges forward and plants the Phenom with the Lament Configuration on the concrete! Another cover! 1...2...kickout!
Sadistic's cranium is ringing as he tries to pull himself into the ring. Grimm begins rifling beneath the ring in search of...a ladder! A big ladder! A twenty footer! As he pulls the ladder out from under the ring, the crowd begins to buzz. Grimm shoves the monstrosity under the bottom rope as Sadistic regains his senses. Phinehas sticks his head through the middle rope, but catches a boot to the side of the face for his troubles. With Phinehas wilted over the middle rope, Sadistic locks him by the head and drags him into the ring. Grimm's boots are still hooked onto the second rope as the Phenom pulls him taut before – BAM! Sadistic DDT! With the match in hand, Sadistic makes the cover. 1...2...KICKOUT!
Sadistic can't believe it! Manny Cruz reaffirms that it was only two. Frustrated, Sadistic sets the ladder up inside the ring. You could probably reach the heavens from the top of that ladder...or at least the top of the arena. Grimm is starting to stir, so Sadistic decides to put him back down with a piledriver. Then, he ascends the ladder. About twelve feet in the air, he decides that's quite high enough. Sizing up his brother, he takes flight with a swandive headbutt!!! And eats canvas! Grimm moved at the last second! The fans let out a roar. Possibly in favor of Grimm? Blood from Grimm's head wound is flowing through his red locks, but you'd never know it. Pulling Sadistic up by the beard, Grimm lays into him with some stiff Muay Thai kicks that put the champion back down on the mat. The Lord of Misrule rolls to the outside...
...and returns with a shovel! Sadistic is slow to his feet, but when he stands – WHAM!!! Shovel to the face! The force is so great that the wooden handle snaps on impact, and Sadistic is out like a light! Rather than make the cover, Grimm looks to the top of the ladder. The fans come to their feet. Blood has started to trickle from a nasty head wound on Sadistic's forehead as Phinehas climbs the rungs of the ladder. He's ten feet...fifteen feet...eighteen feet...twenty feet in the air! Perched wobbly atop the ladder, he peers down at his immobile brother from the sky. The arena sparkles with flashbulbs as Grimm takes flight! Swanton Bomb from twenty feet! And he connects!!! The roar of the crowd is electrifying! Both men are down on the mat. Sadistic still hasn't moved, but Grimm is clutching his mid-section. Slowly, but surely, Grimm crawls over and makes the cover. 1...2...kickout! Somehow, Sadistic sneaks the shoulder up. Now it's Grimm's turn to look on in disbelief.
Grimm and Sadistic, the Hangtown Horrors, are both bloody messes...in the name of holiday spirit, no less! After what seems like an eternity, the two begin to move. Grimm heads for the ladder and Sadistic does the same. The Dillinger Brothers begin climbing opposite sides and once again, the PCW Faithful are back on their feet. Something bad is gonna happen. Higher and higher they go. Grimm is to the top first, and he hammers Sadistic with a big left hand. Sadistic reaches the top and fires back. Grimm smashes Billy's face into the ladder, causing his grip to loosen. Sadistic responds with a thrust to the throat, knocking Phinehas off balance. Grimm strikes true with the Sword of Heimdall and one of Sadistic's feet gives way! In desperation, Sadistic lunges at his brother and sinks his teeth into his forehead! There is a fierce struggle atop the ladder as it begins to rock to and fro. Both men attempt to steady the ladder, but it's too late. Like a giant oak tree, it slowly begins to tip. TIMBER! From that elevation, Grimm and Sadistic are launched from the ring like catapult fodder! SMASH!!! The brothers are sent crashing through the announcers' table! The SPANISH announcers' table! Phinehas and William are left bloody and motionless amidst the rubble, and Manny Cruz is left with no choice but to start the mandatory ten-count. Neither man has moved by the time he reaches ten. With neither competitor able to reach their feet, Manny has no choice but to call the match.
Winner: No Contest
Ace Anderson: Woah...
Jerry Andrews: We're going to need some time to recover from that folks. We'll be right back.
As Trauma returns, we're greeted with another video package to announce another winner:
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. 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. 1. 2. 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! |
Winner: Holden Ross
Rick Majors slowly stands up and he rolls into the ring. He then rolls back out, pulls up Grimm, and tries to throw him up onto the apron. Grimm fights back and drives his shoulder into Majors’ midsection, sending him crashing into the guard rail! Grimm now takes a step back, catches his breath, and… Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Again and again and again! Majors has been hit with a devastating series of headbutts here! Ace Anderson: He could be out cold! Grimm slides into the ring and back out to break the count. He leans back against the apron, trying to suck in as much air as possible. He then reaches down and pulls Majors up. He slams him head first into the ring, then follows him back inside. Jerry Andrews: Can Grimm wrap this up right now and claim the Genesis Title? Majors slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He turns around…. Another Dead Reckoning!!! Majors falls to the mat clutching his face. Ace Anderson: I think that one cut him open! Ace is right. Rick Majors’ face is covered in blood. Grimm approaches him, but the referee orders him to stand back so he can check on Majors and see if he can continue. Rick says he can, but the blood is really dripping from the bridge of his nose. Majors slowly staggers up… Foddershock!!!! Jerry Andrews: The cover! 1….. 2…… 3…. Jerry Andrews: No! The referee is waving off the three count… Ace Anderson: Why? Jerry Andrews: He’s pointing at the ropes! Oh my! Rick Majors slid his leg under the rope just at the last possible moment! The match continues!! Grimm stands up and he reaches down to pull up Majors… Rick rolls him up! 1…. 2…. 3!!!! Grimm kicks out…. but it’s too late! The referee calls for the bell! Ace Anderson: WHAT!? Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors apparently got him! Just barely, but he got him! Ace Anderson: Let me see the replay! A slow-motion replay is shown… and Grimm’s shoulders are down as the referee hits three! Rick Majors is victorious! The referee hands the bloody Rick Majors the Genesis title as members of the PCW medical team enter the ring to check on him. Grimm nods and slowly leaves the ring. Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL PCW Genesis Champion: RICK MAJORS!!! Jerry Andrews: Wow! I didn’t think he could do it, but Rick Majors finally beat Grimm one-on-one! Ace Anderson: I’ve gotta hand it to him, he stuck around long enough to outlast Grimm and win! |
Winner: Rick Majors
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we've got more awards to announce tonight, but when we come back, the most hated competitor in PCW, Holden Ross takes on the most loved, Rick Majors! That's right Genesis Championship will be on the line next!
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and we're about to see a match that, honestly, is going to be unlike anything I've ever witnessed before.
Ace Anderson: There is a chain hung from a pole in the corner of the ring, as you can see. To win this next match, you have to use that chain to hang or choke out your opponent. The winner of the match will leave here with the PCW Genesis Championship.
Jerry Andrews: Of course, Rick Majors is the current Genesis Champion, but Holden Ross has been on him all year. They've had some brutal battles in 2020, both over the Underground Title and now the Genesis Title, but this will almost certainly be the most extreme.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the PCW Genesis Championship and it will be a Hangman's Horror Match!
The crowd cheers.
Sasha Greene: To win this match, a competitor will need to use the chain hanging above this turnbuckle to hang or choke out their opponent. The match can only end when the chain is used in this fashion, causing a competitor to submit or the referee to stop the match.
The crowd cheers again.
Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the challenger....
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Ace Anderson: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Jerry Andrews: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in P.C.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. He is wearing his red leather jacket, black tights, and matching black boots and his right fist is heavily wrapped in black tape. The sirens begin winding up their pitch as the second round of screaming from the sirens begin. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.
Sasha Greene: ... making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo and resides here, in Greenville, South Carolina! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent...
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: ...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... BOOM!
Before the bell even rings, Holden Ross nearly takes Rick Majors’ head off with a clothesline!
Pure Class Wrestling Genesis Championship
Hangman's Horror Match
Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) vs Holden Ross
Referee: Eric Russo
Hangman's Horror Match
Rick Majors (PCW Genesis ©) vs Holden Ross
Referee: Eric Russo
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Majors staggers to his feet, disoriented. Boom!
Jerry Andrews: Steamroller by Holden!
Ace Anderson: This could be over already!
Majors crawls to the corner and pulls himself up. Ross charges in and knees him in the head before he can get to his feet. Another knee to the face. And another. And another. And another. Majors slumps to the canvas and he manages to roll out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure if he did that on purpose or if that’s just how he fell, but Rick Majors may have saved himself by getting the hell out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: I don’t think he saved himself for long. Here comes Holden!
Ross is out of the ring now. He reaches under the apron and pulls out a chair. CRACK! He nearly breaks it across Majors’ back. CRACK! Again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!!!!!!!!!!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!!!
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors could be crippled. Even more so than usual.
Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, the only way to win this match is to use that chain that’s hanging from the corner over there and choke your opponent out. That’s the only way this match will stop.
Rick Majors hasn’t moved. Holden smiles and heads under the ring once more. He pulls out a table and sets it up.
Jerry Andrews: He doesn’t have to do this. He could grab the chain right now and try to end the match. He just wants to cause pain.
Ace Anderson: That’s exactly it. Holden Ross exists to hurt people.
Ross pulls Majors up…
Jerry Andrews: BASTARDIZED THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!
Ross stands up once more. He looks down at Rick Majors who still has not moved. The referee is on the outside checking on him.
Ace Anderson: What’s he checking on him for? He can’t stop this match until Holden chokes out Majors with that chain!
Jerry Andrews: He’s a human being, Ace. He’s looking out for the welfare of one of our athletes. Have some heart.
Holden grabs the referee and tosses him aside. He then pulls Majors’ body up and slumps it over his shoulder. Holden then military presses Majors over his head and throws him over the ropes and back into the ring!
Ace Anderson: Look at that power! Look at that brutality!
Ross now re-enters the ring himself. He throws Majors into the corner and tries to prop him up against the top turnbuckle. Majors falls to the mat. Ross pulls him up again. This time he holds him with one hand while grabbing the end of the chain with the other. He smiles as he starts to wrap it around Majors’ neck.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors can’t even stand and now he’s going to be hung from that chain.
Ace Anderson: At least, for Rick’s sake, it’s going to be over soon.
But it’s not. Suddenly Majors kicks forward. It doesn’t stagger Ross at all. He kicks again. Holden drops the chain and clubs him with a right hand. Majors falls to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: I think Rick Majors may just be delaying the inevitable here….
Holden Ross pulls Majors up. Rick hits him with an elbow to the face. Then again. Then again! Ross is staggered.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors got him right in the nose!
Ace Anderson: When you get hit hard in the nose, it throws off everything. It’s tough to breathe, it’s tough to see….
Majors now leaps forward and he connects with a flying forearm right to Ross’ face! The big man is staggered. Majors struggles to stand up. He tries to walk forward and falls, so he instead rolls out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors can still barely hold himself up.
Ace Anderson: It’s a good thing he got out of the ring. I think all he’s done is piss Holden Ross off with those shots to the face.
There’s a bit of blood coming from Ross’ nose as he follows Majors to the outside. He grabs him and pulls him up, but Majors fires away with several shots to the midsection. Ross shrugs them off and he sets Majors up for a powerbomb! He lifts Rick up, but Majors hits him with several strikes to the face, causing Ross to drop Majors to the floor. Ross himself goes down as well. Holden Ross now pulls Majors up and he’s hit with a spinning backfist to the side of the head! And now….
Jerry Andrews: Centre of Attention!
The kick hits Ross in the back of the head, sending him down to the floor. Majors staggers and falls himself.
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down now.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but Holden Ross is already getting up!
He sure is. Holden Ross pulls Rick Majors up off the floor and throws him into the ringside barrier. He then charges at him, but Majors manages to get under him and he flips Ross over his head and into the crowd!
Majors stops for a moment to try to compose himself as Ross struggles to get up off the concrete floor. It takes Rick a bit too long though as Holden gets back up! He grabs Majors by the face and pulls him over the barrier as well!
Jerry Andrews: They’re both among the PCW Faithful now!
Ross grabs a chair and he raises it above his head. Majors lunges at him, tackling him down to the floor. Majors now unloads on him with a series of rights and left. The Genesis Champion gets to his feet and he picks up a chair of his own, which he smashes onto Holden as he tries to get up.
Jerry Andrews: He almost broke that chair in half!
Majors pulls Holden Ross up now….
Ace Anderson: MAJOR IMPACT ONTO A CHAIR!!!!
Jerry Andrews: That just came out of nowhere!
Both competitors are lying on the floor, struggling to get up. The PCW Faithful are on their feet, straining their voices to cheer.
Jerry Andrews: Huge move by Rick Majors, but he can’t get up to capitalize.
Ace Anderson: Sometimes in a match you get a burst of adrenaline that allows you to fight back and defend yourself, but that burst only lasts so long. And Majors looks to be out.
Despite being the one who just got hit with a big move, Holden Ross is actually the first competitor to stir. He slowly rolls over and gets to his knees. He looks over at Majors, who is breathing heavily but otherwise motionless. Ross slowly manages to stand. He grabs Majors and pulls him up. Right hand to the face. And another. And another. Majors staggers backwards. Ross swings again, but this time Majors blocks it and responds with a shot of his own! Both men stagger back then run forward….
Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline! Both men down!
Ace Anderson: These two guys are going to destroy each other!
Jerry Andrews: Folks, I’m sorry but we’ll have to take a break. The cameras will keep recording and we’ll get you caught up when we return!
As Trauma returns, Holden Ross slugs Majors in the face with a right hand.
Jerry Andrews: We’re back and, wow, these two have been absolutely hammering on one another in crowd all throughout the commercial break.
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross looks to be firmly in control now though!
Ross now drags Majors back towards the ring, throwing him over the barrier. Ross climbs over himself. He again reaches down to pick up Majors, but he’s hit with a fist to the face. Majors hits him several more times, getting to his feet as he fires fists. But he’s taken right back down by a clothesline from Holden Ross!
Ace Anderson: No matter what Majors does, Holden Ross manages to get the upper hand. Rick Majors is just being overpowered here tonight.
Jerry Andrews: I can’t argue with you there, Ace.
Ross now walks over and he pulls apart the steel ring steps. He puts the base of the steps down beside his opponent and he then pulls him up.
Jerry Andrews: Oh no! He’s going for Bastardized on those steel steps!
Majors elbows Ross in the side several times, breaking his grip. He then turns, grabs Ross’ head, and hits him with a bulldog right onto the steps!!!
Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross’ face just bounced off those steps!
Again, Rick Majors struggles to get up after hitting a big move. He remains down on the floor while Holden rolls over, clutching his face. When he removes his hands, you can see that his face is completely covered in blood.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my… look at that blood!
Ross gets to his feet, wiping the blood away for a moment with his hands. Majors is starting to stand up as well. Ross clotheslines him down to the floor. He then reaches under the ring and pulls out two steel chairs. Ross drops one on the floor and he drags Majors over, putting his head on the chair. He then stands above him and points the chair down.
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God no! He’s going to drive the edge of that chair right into Rick Majors’ skull!
At he very last second Majors manages to roll out of the way! Ross swings the chair again and again Majors avoids it! Ross loses his grip on that swing and the chair hits the floor. Majors gets up and he uppercuts Ross in the chin, staggering him. Majors picks up the chair and drives it into Ross’ midsection, doubling him over. Rick then drops the chair and sets Ross up….
Jerry Andrews: ANOTHER MAJOR IMPACT ONTO A CHAIR!!!
This time Rick Majors is the first one to stir. He pulls himself up using the ring apron and rolls into the ring. He remains on his back as Holden Ross starts to move on the outside. Slowly Ross uses the apron to stand and he enters the ring as well.
Jerry Andrews: Hey, this is the first time they’ve both been in the ring in a while!
Majors rolls to the corner and he pulls himself up using the ropes. Ross stands up as well. Majors suddenly charges at him, but Ross rushes forward….
Ace Anderson: STEAMROLLER!!!!
Majors flies halfway across the ring! Ross pulls him up and drags him over to the corner with the chain. Majors kicks him in the stomach, then tackles him down to the mat! Majors pulls himself up and he reaches for the chain. He grabs it, but Ross is up and he tackles Majors down now! Majors keeps holding onto the chain as he falls… and it comes loose from the pole in the corner!
Jerry Andrews: The chain broke off the pole!
Ace Anderson: Well, there’s nothing in the match rules that says the chain needs to be hanging to win the match. You have to choke your opponent out with the chain and, quite frankly, now that’s easier to do!
Ross tries to grab the chain, but Majors won’t let go of it. Ross stomps on him several times, breaking his grip. He then wraps the chain around his arm and starts whipping Majors with it!
Jerry Andrews: My God! That’s steel cracking against a human body!
Ross now sits on Majors’ back and he wraps the chain around his neck!
Ace Anderson: This could be it!
Majors manages to roll over and he gets one of his arms up and inside the chain. He elbows Ross several times then frees himself from the chain.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors literally fighting for his life here!
Ross slugs away at Majors, hitting him several times with the chain. He then stands up and wraps the chain tightly around his fist. As Majors slowly starts to stand, Ross swings at him with the chain-covered fist. Majors dodges it and he knees Ross in the stomach. He then takes him down with an arm bar, wrestling the chain from his hand!
Jerry Andrews: Now Rick Majors has the chain! The tables have turned!
They have indeed as Rick Majors starts to whip Holden Ross with the chain! Ross tries to get away, but Rick Majors continues. Ross rolls out of the ring to avoid the assault. Suddenly Rick Majors comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that connects!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! Both men down on the outside once again!
Ace Anderson: I think they’re going to kill each other tonight!
Majors struggles to stand up, as does Ross. Rick Majors rolls back into the ring. Holden Ross goes under the ring and he pulls out more chairs. He slides them in and goes after Majors, who has the chain once again. Ross picks up a chair and swings it. Majors blocks it with a chain-covered hand! He kicks Holden in the stomach. Ross drops the chair. Majors clocks him with a right hand, assisted by the chain! Ross falls to the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors just hit Holden Ross in the side of the head with that chain!
Rick Majors now gets on Ross’ back and he wraps the chain around his neck! Holden gets his arms up to stop it. Majors drops the chain, but he quickly picks up a chair! Holden tries to stand, but he’s CLOCKED with the chair! And again! And again! And again! Majors now drives the point of the chair into Ross’ midsection over and over. He then puts the chair down on Ross’ chest, before picking up another chair and heading to the second rope. He leaps off with a chair-assisted elbow, right onto the chair and Holden Ross.
Ace Anderson: A high risk move that paid off big time!
Majors now stands and he picks up the chain. He reaches down for Ross, but he’s slugged in the face. Holden Ross is back up!
Jerry Andrews: HOW IS HE STILL GETTING UP!?
Ace Anderson: I’m not sure if anything can keep him down!
Holden Ross grabs Rick Majors and he throws him into the corner. Majors bounces off the turnbuckles and hits the mat with a thud. Ross grabs the chain and he wraps it around Rick’s neck. Majors struggles, but Ross gets the chain on and he pulls back on it, choking him! Majors grabs the ropes, but it doesn’t matter.
Jerry Andrews: The ropes don’t break the hold in this environment! Majors is in trouble!
Holden Ross pulls back.
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors’ face is turning bright red!
Rick Majors manages to pull himself through the ropes and to the outside! The chain is still on!
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors is trying to get away but he can’t! And he’s choking himself more by trying!
Jerry Andrews: It looks like the referee is seriously thinking about stopping this!
Majors falls to the floor, outside the ring. The sudden fall causes Ross to lose his footing and stumble, which means he drops the chain and Majors is able to free himself.
Jerry Andrews: That was pure luck there!
Majors tries to stand using the apron, but Ross hits him with a baseball slide that knocks him down. Ross leaves the ring and he grabs Majors and throws him back in the ring. Ross re-enters the ring… but he’s clocked with a steel chair by Rick Majors! Kick to the stomach…
Jerry Andrews: A THIRD MAJOR IMPACT!!!
Majors grabs the chain now and he wraps it around Holden’s neck. Majors puts one foot on Ross’ back and he pulls back on the chain! Ross is struggling! He manages to shove Majors off his back, but the chain is still around his neck! Ross stands up and tries to get the chain off, but Majors kicks him in the stomach. Ross is staggered and slumps against the turnbuckle. Majors wraps the chain around his neck and he exits the ring! Ross is being held in the corner with the chain! Majors steps down onto the floor and he leans back, pulling on the chain with both arms as Holden Ross is being choked in the corner!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! He can’t get free! This is brutal!
Majors pulls back on the chain more as Ross struggles, his face turning red. He desperately tries to fight out, scratching and clawing at the chain and then… he stops. His arms go limp. The referee sees this and immediately calls for the bell. Majors drops the chain and falls to the floor exhausted.
Jerry Andrews: It’s over! Majors wins!
Ace Anderson: That was disgusting! We need some help out here!
PCW medical teams rush out to check on both men as Majors is handed the Genesis title. He can barely move to hold it, having used all his energy in the match. The EMTs are seen giving Holden Ross oxygen as Trauma heads to commercial.
Shane Dodge and Kassandra Black are seated in a room on two chairs close together. They are set up across from a stage with a podium. Kassandra is busy texting on her phone while Shane is checking his watch and looking around. Shane turns as if he’s going to ask Kassandra something, but she is too engrossed in her phone, the clicks of the smartphone filling the room. Suddenly, “Hail to the Chief” starts to play, causing them both to snap back to attention. From out behind the curtain walks Gerard Angelo. He is dressed in a terrible suit with an oversized red tie. His hair is messily put in a terrible comb over. As he stood up at the podium, it looks like he smeared a copious amount of self tanner on his face. Both of the interviewers just stare at him, unsure of what to do.
Gerard Angelo: Thank you all for coming to my press conference about the non-stop winning I have been experiencing. But you need to know that these Iceey’s votes are full of fraud. Everyone has been saying this is the most fraudulent Iceey votes of all time.
Shane just stares dumbstruck up at Gerry while Kassandra rolls her eyes and goes back to texting.
Gerard Angelo: Everyone knows that if all the legal votes were counted, Gerard Angelo would’ve had a clean sweep at the Iceey Awards. Best Star? Gerard Angelo. Most Loved? Gerard Angelo. Most hated? Gerard Angelo. They wouldn’t let my ballot observers into the voting room. They even said that they found four million ballots with my name on it buried where Jimmy Hoffa was supposed to be hidden. Most bigly fraud in history.
Shane Dodge: Who are “they”?
Gerry ignores the question.
Gerard Angelo: I am the rightful winner of the Iceey’s. All the Iceey’s. I refuse to concede. I was cheated out of the Iceeys and the world championship. Collusion and conspiracy. The algorithm was skewed against me. I will take my case to the supreme court.
Kassandra keeps texting and Shane raises his hand.
Shane Dodge: Why did you interrupt the match between Grimm and Storm at Collision Course?
Gerard suddenly points a finger at Shane.
Gerard Angelo: Don’t you talk to me like that. I’m the president!
With that Gerry turns on his heel and heads back through the curtain. Shane just looks dumbfounded again. He turns to Kassandra who just shrugs as she keeps texting.
Jerry Andrews: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we were reluctant to step in there, but are duty-bound to point out that there has been no credible evidence of widespread Icey voter fraud. Gerard Angelo made several statements there that are just frankly not true.
Ace Anderson: That was clearly done more for entertainment and his comments have no legal meaning. It's just Gerard Angelo being Gerard Angelo. Anyway, it's time for our next award!
Gerard Angelo: Thank you all for coming to my press conference about the non-stop winning I have been experiencing. But you need to know that these Iceey’s votes are full of fraud. Everyone has been saying this is the most fraudulent Iceey votes of all time.
Shane just stares dumbstruck up at Gerry while Kassandra rolls her eyes and goes back to texting.
Gerard Angelo: Everyone knows that if all the legal votes were counted, Gerard Angelo would’ve had a clean sweep at the Iceey Awards. Best Star? Gerard Angelo. Most Loved? Gerard Angelo. Most hated? Gerard Angelo. They wouldn’t let my ballot observers into the voting room. They even said that they found four million ballots with my name on it buried where Jimmy Hoffa was supposed to be hidden. Most bigly fraud in history.
Shane Dodge: Who are “they”?
Gerry ignores the question.
Gerard Angelo: I am the rightful winner of the Iceey’s. All the Iceey’s. I refuse to concede. I was cheated out of the Iceeys and the world championship. Collusion and conspiracy. The algorithm was skewed against me. I will take my case to the supreme court.
Kassandra keeps texting and Shane raises his hand.
Shane Dodge: Why did you interrupt the match between Grimm and Storm at Collision Course?
Gerard suddenly points a finger at Shane.
Gerard Angelo: Don’t you talk to me like that. I’m the president!
With that Gerry turns on his heel and heads back through the curtain. Shane just looks dumbfounded again. He turns to Kassandra who just shrugs as she keeps texting.
Jerry Andrews: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we were reluctant to step in there, but are duty-bound to point out that there has been no credible evidence of widespread Icey voter fraud. Gerard Angelo made several statements there that are just frankly not true.
Ace Anderson: That was clearly done more for entertainment and his comments have no legal meaning. It's just Gerard Angelo being Gerard Angelo. Anyway, it's time for our next award!
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: Please welcome, "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. Willard further endears himself to the anti-Anarchist crowd by giving everyone the middle finger salute during a walk around ringside. An ear to ear grin face further paints a picture of a man who clearly loves what he's doing. He also rips apart any pro-Stormm signs he sees during his exercise. Willard finally gets inside of the ring, but instead of being handed a microphone, he takes his own out from his back pocket. After his music is cut, WILLARD SUCKS chants come fast before he begins to talk. Willard yawns at them, having heard this for his entire career. They don't like him and he doesn't like him. But unlike them, he has important stuff to say. "You would think that when you've known someone for the amount of time Stormm has known me, that one would be more careful about what they ask for. But then again, intelligence doesn't exist in Kansas, just like it doesn't exist here in South Carolina!" Ace Anderson: I couldn't agree more with him! Jerry Andrews: What a surprise. "I've fought my way up and down every spot on the card, beat Hall of Famers on down to jobbers whose names nobody remembers. I've EARNED every single motherfucking accolade I have, so when the World champion decides he wants to pick a fight with me, you're damn right I'm going to show up to the main event and give him a reminder of why he just fucked up!" Willard continues. "I took out Stormm because I FUCKING CAN! What I did to Stormm was something he has been asking for ever since I was Seromine! What I did to Stormm was something he has been pushing me towards ever since Living a Legacy ended!" Jerry Andrews: This man needs professional therapy. Serious professional therapy. Ace Anderson: You aren't qualified to make that assessment. Willard is telling everyone the truth. "What I did to Stormm was pay his fucking ass back for the times he screwed me over! What I did to Stormm was what I've been doing to people my entire career! What I did to Stormm was something I am damn proud of and is something I'm going to tell you, GERARD, is on the goddamn house!" Jerry Andrews: Willard isn't collecting on the bounty?? "That's right, Hollywood Hero. I don't need any incentive. I BEAT Stormm, but I didn't want his title. Not yet. This is going to happen again and there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it. I don't give a rat's ass what anyone in this company thinks. I certainly don't fucking care what the network thinks. Most importantly, I don't care what any of YOU think!" Willard looks through the lens of the camera and into Stormm's soul. "This has been nearly twenty years in the making. At Deadly Intentions, Stormm, you're going to get what you wanted and you're going to regret the day you ever asked for it!" "NO-TOR-I-OUS!" "SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!" With the World Champion's health in question all evening, the Force of Nature wastes no time in crashing through the curtain and onto the stage to the cheers of the fans as "Notorious" by Adelitas Way blares through the arena. Having endured the brutal attack from Jason Willard at Return to Glory, a bandage on his forehead is still present where staples may have been, or still are, after being busted wide open from the series of chair shots from the reemerging Anarchist. Clad in Michaels casual, jeans and official Stormm t-shirt, Stormm has a death grip on the World title with his right hand, and is holding onto a microphone with his left. "SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!" Jerry Andrews: It appears Willard was not as successful at "taking out" our World Champion as he thought. Ace Anderson: This guy needs to learn to stay down; then again, I can't wait to watch this side of Willard tear Stormm a new one! The cheers don't relent when he raises the mic to his mouth, and the song never fades out. Rather than continuing to fight the battle that he "brought on himself" with more words and mind games, he knows what he has to do, and places the microphone into the back pocket of his jeans. Looking out into the crowd who continue to support the champ, using his free hand Stormm points to himself and then up to Willard in the ring, and just smiles at the man, the monster, and nods his head. |
Winner: Stormm vs Jason Willard
Jerry Andrews: We'll be right back with our final award: Best Singles Star! Stay tuned!
Staying on his attack, Grimm picks Hunter up and delivers a knee breaker. Picking him up again, Grimm delivers another one. Whipping Hunter to the ropes, Grimm attempts a clothesline but ducks and tries for a clothesline of his one but Grimm counters with a double leg take down. Ace Anderson: Nice move, I have to say! Grimm pulls Hunter up, but David Hunter hits him with a forearm to the face. Grimm falls to his knees and Hunter follows up with a bicycle kick to the face! Jerry Andrews: Ode to Frank! Hunter now pulls his opponent up. He whips Grimm to the ropes and delivers a sidewalk slam. Bouncing off the ropes, Hunter connects with a leg drop. Ace Anderson: David Hunter trying to wear Grimm down enough to take him out of this match! Hunter pulls Grimm up, but Grimm hits him with a headbutt! And another! And another! Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Hunter falls to the mat. Picking him up, Grimm delivers a stalling vertical suplex. Waiting for Hunter to get up, Grimm applies a leg screw. Kicking and stomping at Hunter legs, now, Grimm then grabs Hunter’s right foot and he drops an elbow onto his knee. Jerry Andrews: Of course, we all know David Hunter’s injury history… Ace Anderson: Grimm is definitely showing that he knows! Grimm pulls Hunter up, but David elbows him in the face. He then sets him up…. Jerry Andrews: The King’s Throne! Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere! Hunter stands up and he shakes his knee off. He then pulls Grimm up and drags him to the ropes. Grimm shoves him away! Grimm now catches him with a tornado DDT suddenly! Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! Grimm pulls Hunter up and throws him over the ropes! Hunter catches the top rope and holds on… Grimm swings. He misses! David fires back! He connects! Grimm swings again… and he hits… Hunter is staggered! Another shot! He falls! Jerry Andrews: It’s over! “DAVID HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNER OF THE 2020 DEADLY RUMBLE IS GRIMM!!!” Hunter hits the floor with a thud. Grimm raises his arm in the air! Jerry Andrews: What a valiant effort by David Hunter, lasting the entirety of the match, but Grimm winds up victorious, setting a record with his THIRD Deadly Rumble victory! Ace Anderson: You’ve gotta hand it to him. He’s a legend, that’s’ for sure! |
Winner: Grimm
Jerry Andrews: What an honor for Grimm and he definitely deserves it!
Ace Andrews: He's certainly a PCW legend.
Ace Andrews: He's certainly a PCW legend.
Jerry Andrews: Thanks for an amazing 2020! Happy Holidays and we'll see you next year when Trauma will celebrate ten years on the air!!!
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