Return to Glory IX Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Return to Glory IX
Sunday August 19th, 2018

The crowd erupts as Pure Class Wrestling Return to Glory hits the airwaves for the ninth time! The Faithful are on their feet, ready to watch this outstanding event.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews, and welcome to Return to Glory!

Ace Anderson: What a card we have for you tonight! Two titles on the line, including a LAST MATCH STANDING MATCH between the Underground King Dominator and the man who wants to take that crown, Johnny Matthews.

Jerry Andrews: Plus, in our main event, Kyle Shane enters another battle in his war against the Followers of Seromine, as he faces Tyler Scott for the PCW World Title one more time!

Ace Anderson: But enough chatting, let's get to the ring!

The grinding guitars and drums begin their assault. After a few moments Holden steps of from the back. He surveys the crowd and lifts both fists into the air before beginning his trek to the ring.

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, standing six foot-five and weighing in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds and hails from SLO; he is "The Bastard" Hoooooool-den Rrrroooossssssss!

He launches himself onto the apron from the floor in one quick leap before climbing into the ring. He heads to his corner in anticipation of the start of the match.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent!

“You Are A Pirate!” by Alestorm hits. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting.

Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing One hundred and ninety-five pounds, HIGH TIDE!

He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Singles Match
High Tide vs Holden Ross
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING!
DING!
DING!

In what could be billed as David vs Goliath, High Tide finds himself at a complete disadvantage everywhere but ring experience. He’s also faced large foes like Holden Ross in the past, so while he is giving up a lot in height, weight and size, he stands a better chance of winning than some may think. Power vs Speed in this contest. High Tide avoids grappling with Ross, instead choosing to spin around him to hit a quick dropkick that has little effect. Ross spins around to grab the pirate, but he is able to duck under his reach. Tide uses the corner to hop over a charing 6’5” beast. Ross turns around and takes a flurry of chops. He promptly throws High Tide by the scruff of his neck, chucking him for distance halfway across the ring.

Ross charges again and eats a jumping heel kick for his troubles. He staggers but doesn’t go down. Tide hits a second and third but both have the same result. Tide throws himself against the ropes. Ross presses him high over his head, but with enough squirming, High Tide is able to free himself to land a picture perfect hurricanrana! Ross looks stunned he was taken down by such a quick move. Tide dropkicks him clean in the kisser, which pushes Holden to the ropes. Tide charges and finds himself the recipient of a back body drop to the floor. A loud SPLAT draws mass groans. Holden steps out of the ring to follow up. High Tide is picked off his feet and ran back for a collision to the steel ring post.

Jerry Andrews: Not quite the post High Tide is used to. Holden made the ring shake with that!

Ace Anderson: Don’t let him being a rookie fool you. He’s a second generation ass kicker. Ross has got power for days and that should scare his foes.

Ross spins his body for a charge the other way. Tide is then muscled into another gorilla press, but this time he is FLUNG into the ring. Ross re-enters to mow down the pirate of PCW with a clothesline. A second. The third turns him inside out. Holden stops long enough to flex his large muscles for all to see. High Tide is thrown to the ropes and scooped into a powerslam. Ross pulls him up and puts him across his broad shoulders for a torture rack. He begins to SQUAT while bending Tide’s body. Instead of continuing to apply pressure, he turns it into a spinning Argentine neckbreaker. Ross considers going for a pin, but decides against it in the end. Tide is again tossed against the ropes. Ross finds himself drop toe holed onto the top! High Tide waistlocks him, but is unable to lift the big man off his feet. Tide kicks him behind the knees to chop him down, and then scores with a neckbreaker! Tide carefully exits to the apron. He pulls himself over the rope to land with a splash! Unlike Holden, he DOES score a pin.

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And that’s where it dies. High Tide is flung out of the ring, but is able to recover quick enough to go for another high flying move. Ross takes a shoulder to the gut and while doubled over, a leg drop over the middle rope. But he DOESN’T go completely off his feet. High Tide springboards himself over with another leg drop...unless he doesn’t! Ross actually powers both of them up. High Tide is buckle bombed with authority! He flings back into the massive arms of ‘The Bastard’ who then sends him across the ring with a release Belly to Belly suplex. High Tide flashes agony as he cradles his back from the fall. Ross is up and ready to charge like an angry rhino. He drops into a three point stance with High Tide square in his sight. He has no idea what awaits him as Ross crunches him against the corner with a spear. Holden pulls Tide up and with one of his wrists, spins him round and round in the air (think giant swing). Ross arrogantly yells BYE BYE to him upon release. High Tide is sent for a collision between the top and middle ropes as he violently hits the outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Good lord! High Tide was just manhandled like a small child there. Ross could have dislocated his arm with that one!

Ace Anderson: With each passing match, Holden improves. But let’s not forget that High Tide is a veteran. Oh, who am I kidding? Ross is here to make his own history.

Holden chooses NOT to go out after him, figuring a count-out is just as good a way of winning as any. He taunts the fans while ignoring the fact that High Tide is actually going to beat the count! Ross runs over, Tide pulls the top rope down, out he goes! But he lands on his feet! High Tide is pulled out by his legs. Ross finds himself eating the edge of the ring. High Tide positions himself on it, kicks Ross in the face and throws a picture perfect moonsault! Ross has too much power left in him and with ease, he catches High Tide on his left shoulder. He spins so that he faces a ring post and gives a charge. Tide slips behind him and gives Holden a not so subtle push into it himself. Ross is down to a knee! High Tide uses the post to swing his feet around into the face of Ross, which DOES drop him. High Tide is on the apron once more and the second moonsault splashes the air out of “The Bastard.”

High Tide rolls himself back under the bottom rope. The referee has his count at six while this transpires. By eight and a half, Holden Ross is back inside. High Tide catches him by surprise with a DDT as he’s between the ropes. Tide goes to the top rope for a diving headbutt! High Tide rolls over him for a pin. 1, 2, KICKOUT! High Tide gets in a trio of stomps as he looks to remain as the aggressor. Ross is assisted to the corner. He resits an Irish whip. High Tide boots him in the gut. A second attempt is also blocked. High Tide gives him a series of boots this time. Ross is finally sent to the opposite corner. High Tide gets nothing but turnbuckle as Ross moves. He keeps his momentum going as High Tide is ran over by a STEAMROLLER!

Jerry Andrews: OHH! High Tide was just plowed by that signature move!

Ace Anderson: Years may have been taken off his life following that impact.

High Tide is pulled to the center of the ring for an arrogant cover. Ross puts ONE finger on the ring vet and demands a count. 1, 2, KICKOUT! He looks up in disbelief. This time he hooks the legs for a proper pin. 1, 2, KICKOUT! Ross can’t believe High Tide has anything in him. Tide is pulled off the mat and into the air by his neck. Holden hears the count, but isn’t showing any willingness to comply with it. High Tide may still be smarting, but he somehow, someway, finds a second wind. Ross is caught off guard when the crafty High Tide is able to get him in a sleeperhold! Ross swings wildly in the air as High Tide turns into a human anaconda. He desperately tries putting his reach to use, but the ropes may as well be a mirage, because High Tide is torquing back as far as he can to cut off the air supply. Holden’s arms show signs of going limp. Down goes his right knee! High Tide is down on his own feet now as Ross’ left knee...is DOWN!

Jerry Andrews: High Tide is putting the big man to sleep!

Ace Anderson: Nonsense! He...He...he IS putting him to sleep!

Ross has one of his arms lifted. It falls.

1!

Ross has his arm lifted again. It falls.

2!

Ross has his arm lifted for the pivotal third time…

It stays up! Holden Ross, like a machine firing on all cylinders, powers his way from the depths of defeat to get back to a vertical base. High Tide pushes his own feet off the ropes and spins his body around like a tilt-a-whirl...HE HITS THE DDT! LAY WITH THE FISH! LAY WITH THE FISH! LAY WITH THE FISH! High Tide has hit his finisher!! HOLDEN ROSS STANDS RIGHT BACK UP! He’s looking down at High Tide with intensity. The straps come down as High Tide is STUNNED by the sight. High Tide wastes no time to clip him in the jaw with a leaping knee lift. Ross is knocked against the ropes. Tide runs the ropes. Ross follows in after him and nearly decapitates with a POWERFUL clothesline! He lets out one hell of a loud roar after. High Tide is tossed in the air. Ross spears him on the way down! High Tide is plucked off the mat...SINS OF THE FATHER! Ross hits his finisher! Tide is rolled onto his back and is pinned.

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The bell is called for as ‘The Bastard’ stands triumphant to the sounds of Marilyn Manson.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Holden Ross!

Just as Ross has his arm raised in victory, activity goes on in the background. Seromine and Destiny are on the scene attacking High Tide! Seromine viciously runs High Tide face first into the side of ring steps, dislodging them from the impact. Destiny puts the point of her right heel to use as it gets planted in his jugular. As she pushes it further into his neck, an unhinged Seromine is right in his face taunting him about the pain he feels. “COME ON, SINNER! REPENT FOR US! REPENT FOR US, SINNER!” Destiny finally steps off to assist in picking him up with her husband. High Tide is placed against the ropes facing the entrance way, so that if he were alert, he could see himself on the tron. Seromine ties his arms with barb wire to the ring ropes. PCW officials have ran down to the ring, only to be ran off by Destiny Willard, who has a manic glee about her participation. Holden Ross, meanwhile, watches from inside the ring, unsure of what to make of the events.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

A helpless High Tide takes six chair shots (three from both), which, of course, has him busted wide open. The chairs used are tossed aside. Destiny tugs at her double french braids while smiling ear to ear and cozying up to Seromine, who has his eyes closed while basking in the absolute hatred of the faithful. When they reopen, Holden Ross is in view. Seromine and Destiny stare him down as they go to retrieve a microphone. Seromine holds the ropes open for his wife, entering close behind once she’s in the ring. They stop themselves long enough to “assist” High Tide out of the barb wire, which drops him to the floor and into the safety of medics.

Holden Ross now becomes the focus.

Seromine: He was a needed sacrifice, brothers and sisters. High Tide had to pay for the sins of those who transgress against GOD. For those who vilify the name of their LORD and SAVIOR. Are you one of those, Holden?

Seromine lowers the microphone, aware he’s talking to someone who could manhandle him, but walking not with fear or malice, but with opportunity. Holden doesn’t respond to the question. Destiny whispers something in Seromine’s ear, drawing his attention. He nods and follows her lead in backing off.

Seromine: 1 John 2:27. But the anointing that you received from him abides in you, and you have no need that anyone should teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about everything, and is true, and is no lie—just as it has taught you, abide in him.

Seromine drops the microphone at the feet of Holden Ross and as before, holds the ropes open for Destiny. They depart with Destiny sarcastically telling High Tide they’ll pray for him. Ross is left with something to think about as the show moves on.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell was THAT all about!?

The scene switches backstage, to a dark hallway. There's a figure, backlit by a single lamp, and in the darkness, they have a hood over their head. The camera adjusts to the darkness, and it zooms in on the face of Kyle Shane, head bowed in thought. Finally, he begins to speak, addressing the camera.

Kyle Shane: I see you gather before me... hungry... terrified... clutching what matters most to your chests. For months, almost years now, Seromine and his Followers have been growing their ranks. Expanding, bringing in more and more like-minded hordes. Rabid and ravenous, Seromine bites and bites away. And so now, every one of you in Pure Class Wrestling, you stand at the precipice! All of your previous heroes have failed to put a stop to Seromine, and you can only turn your eyes to gods. And yet don't you plead? You do not kneel to dust your heads with ash? Instead you wail, "Who can stop this tide?"

He takes a deep breath, and he pulls his hood down.

Kyle Shane: This nefarious conjunction of power, very few are the ones who wanted to do anything about it. Other, lesser men have decried it, have spoken out about it. Yet you did not banish it, instead using it as a talking point to prop up your own egos. And the monsters at our door... the unholy relics of this Conjunction? Your Gabriels, your Tyler Scotts. Did you raise your fists against them? No. Of course not.

He holds one single finger up.

Kyle Shane: But. There is a witcher that will fight the demons and monsters that infest this company with ego. There is and always be, one Catalyst who stems the tide of entropy, decay and rampant, unchecked cult worshipping bullshit. There is one person who has been here fighting Seromine and his dark kind all along, a dark avenger, a God who is willing to extinguish a flicker of humanity if that's what it takes to fight the monsters.

He points to himself solemnly.

Kyle Shane: I am that witcher. I am that Catalyst. And I will bring every ounce of my power and rise like the self-made god I am. Starting tonight, with Tyler Scott. I'm going to bring upon Seromine and his goons a swift and terrible reckoning.

He reaches down for something off-camera, below him.

Kyle Shane: And I don't need to join a crusade. I don't need to raise some posse. I don't need to gather together a like-minded group of hangers on to fight their fire with my fire. All I need - all I've ever needed, when dealing with Seromine and his little gang of Sunday schoolers... is my hands...

He raises his hand, which is clutching the handle of something like a sword being drawn from a stone.

Kyle Shane: And the power behind my swing. My sword is God damn drawn now. And it with my weapon named Bat-saber, I am coming in. And I am going to bring it all down on all of your heads. You, Seromine... and anyone you bring to stand with you. This is my word.

Kyle holds the Bat-saber, a custom painted baseball bat (bright red) with a lightsaber handle. And he smirks, as the camera switches back to ringside.

Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

As soon as the distortion from the opening of "Ghost" starts to play over the loudspeakers, Arsen Goodstone steps calmly out onto the stage, holding his suspenders with his thumbs. Even as the mellow acoustics start to play, Goodstone only looks out at the crowd with a knowing, matter of fact, and almost sympathetic look. By his mannerisms, he appears to be on a righteous path and quietly executing a plan he has set in place.

Sasha Greene: From Birmingham, England. He weighs 220lbs, ARSEN GOODSTONE!

Arsen gives a look to this left, then to the right, and as the drum beat kicks in he taps his wolf head adorned can against the stage and slowly takes off his tophat and places it solemnly over his chest. He slowly starts to make his way down to the ring, exuding a quiet violence and the aura of a man who knows what has to be done, and won't stop until it's done.

Goodstone climbs the steps slowly, giving glances at the crowd, now looking around him in disapproval at any emotion he deems unfit at the time. Entering over the second rope, Arsen makes his way to the corner, refusing to let the referee check him, even upon admonishment, reminding the ref that he is a 'real man' and settles fights 'the way they have to be.' Arsen waves his hand impatiently for his music to cut, and for his opponent to make his entrance.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent!

"I'm from a planet both in and out of space...."

...A piano begins to play...

"I am that weeping joy you feel when you accomplish something difficult...on your own..."

Bright lights flash. Thunder rolls. And lightening strikes at the top of the stage, for a second you catch a glimpse of a masked figure. With another flash it's gone.

Sasha Greene: From America! He weighs 200lbs, MR. PURE!

"...However I am also that pit of despair that someone feels when they do bad and are about to get caught...a sinking feeling of strong justice like PURE joy! Those of unjust motives beware!"

The music suddenly picks up and from above the ring a man is slowly lowering from above. His arms stretched out palms up, masked head looking down, and his legs together as if he was concentrating on lowering himself.

"I AM MISTER PURE! THE HERO OF THE MASSES!"

Another flash of blinding light and smoke! Mr Pure is now standing in the ring when the smoke settles. His arms crossed looking down. Smoke! A flash! Mr Pure is standing on the ring post balanced perfectly with his arms above his head small traces of lightening erupting from the palms of his hands! He lands a back flip nimbly on his feet pacing his corner.

Goodstone says some words, which can only be guessed to be promised threats with an underlying apologetic tone, before setting his tophat at the feet of the masked hero, turning his back on him...waiting. Looking over his shoulder at his opponent for a few moments, he simply walks to his corner and turns back, waiting for the ring bell to ring.

Singles Match
Arsen Goodstone vs Mr. PURE!
Referee: Manny Cruz

DING!
DING!
DING!

The next chapter in this rivalry is set to get underway. The moment Goodstone makes an advance, Mr. PURE kicks his hat right into his face. Arsen catches it, but the temporary distraction to his line of sight leaves him open for a running dropkick that throttles him against the buckles. Pure decides to give him a few standing dropkicks to keep him pinned in the corner. Goodstone finds himself whipped to the far side. Mr. PURE charges in with a spinning heel kick that takes him to the apron. Arsen staggers out of the corner, turning just in time to take a springboard corkscrew clothesline for his troubles!

Goodstone rolls out of the ring to minimize the damage. PURE puts on the burners, faking his foe into moving away from the ring. Goodstone actually has an ace up his sleeve, taking PURE down by his feet and pulling him out of the ring. PURE is quickly worked over with some primitive street fighting punches and kicks. Seizing a spot, PURE is nailed with a knee lift that spins him completely around. On the return, he takes a European uppercut. Goodstone continues to batter him about the back before he aggressively shoves him back into the ring. Goodstone steps through the ropes to apply some well placed stomps that challenge the referee’s authority.

Goodstone rips PURE up by the seams of his mask. A quick throw into the corner only leads to trouble for the brawler, as he eats a pair of teeth rearranging boots for his trouble. He shakes it off, only to miss a clothesline. PURE hooks the swinging limb in order to counter into a swinging neckbreaker. Goodstone is pulled up and bullied with several haymakers. PURE slips his hands underneath the suspenders of Arsen, using them to pull Goodstone into a modified monkey flip. PURE actually double rolls (triple monkey flip) them back to their feet. The suspenders are then used to pull Arsen right into a belly to belly suplex! As Goodstone reaches for the ropes, PURE puts him on his ass with a clothesline to the floor.

He doesn’t let him breathe.

A springboard senton from inside the ring to the torso of Goodstone, knocks the wind out of his sails.

Jerry Andrews: These two have picked up where they left off.

Ace Anderson: You know why Mr. PURE wears a mask?

Jerry Andrews: Why am I going to regret this?

Ace Anderson: It’s practice for when his face will be so mangled, that it’s the only way he can stand looking at himself any longer!

Goodstone is placed back into the ring. Somehow he is up before the masked man can get his feet set on the apron. Goodstone jabs him with shoulder to the gut, but the doubling over only leads Mr. PURE to quickly throw himself over for a rebound sunset flip. Goodstone grabs the top rope, twists his body, and then unleashes a series of violent knees to the face. Again, the referee has to insert his authority. Goodstone waves him off while twisting PURE around to the bottom turnbuckle. Arsen charges the length of the ring and then returns to run his knees to the back of his head, which in effect, crushes his face against the buckle itself.

Arsen leads him back up as he posits him in the corner. This time a flurry of repeated clotheslines hit their target, slumping PURE against the ropes. Goodstone rears back to deliver a brutal headbutt. PURE finds himself being choked out on the top rope, but Arsen also has his hands wrapped under for extra strangulation. The referee checks to make sure everything is on the level, but Goodstone can’t be bothered with things like inspections. He sneaks in a questionable low shot with his knee before flinging PURE backwards. Goodstone sizes his arch rival up. Just as he starts to get to a knee, Arsen introduces him to a bridging German Suplex, crushing his neck with force. The ref slides for a pin.

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2.

Kickout!

Goodstone uses his right forearm as a hacksaw, running it back and forth across the masked face of PURE, before switching to throwing the back of his head repeatedly against the canvas. Goodstone leads him up by the wrist. PURE shows off his endurance ability, striking Arsen with sudden palm strikes about the chest. ROYAL CONNECTION! Mr. PURE has just landed one of his signatures out of desperation, but not full impact like he would like. This allows Arsen to roll himself out of harm’s way while he gives himself a chance to recover. Being the fresher of the two, he is able to do this quicker than PURE can. Goodstone scoops him up in the air and then drops him like a dead body with a thunderous body slam. He’s not satisfied. A second scoop slam! Goodstone has some words following that. He picks PURE up for a third bodyslam, but instead turns it into a running powerslam, which continues to weaken the back. Goodstone hooks the legs.

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Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Mr. PURE! has found his ability to fly grounded thus far.

Ace Anderson: That’s a good one, Jerry. I think I’ll let you have that.

Jerry Andrews: Really?

Ace Anderson: Sure. Consider it an early Christmas gift.

Arsen drops a series of elbow drops into the lower back of PURE (ten in all). He then switches gears to a camel clutch. While in the process of stretching him, he adds some nasty looking forearm shivers for added violent effect. But the ‘hero of the masses’ refuses to succumb! So he gets a second helping of forearm shivers, as well as his head being cranked sideways to apply pressure to his neck. Fans rush to the aid of PURE, cheering him on as much as they can to get him out of this predicament. Goodstone, realizing this is going nowhere, drops PURE from the submission. He takes his time in peeling him off the canvas. PURE is shoved front first into the ropes with a knee connecting to his lower lumbar. This is followed up a second time. The third time however…

Jerry Andrews: Springboard Tornado DDT!

Goodstone, along with the faithful, is completely caught by surprise with that! PURE remains down and favoring his worked over back, but he gets himself a chance to rest. Goodstone flails about the mat as he clutches the crown of his head. As was the case before, he is able to reach his feet first. PURE throws him for another surprise, catching him with spectacular jabs, where each one has a firework effect following close behind for extra visuals. Arsen is lit up until he finds himself trapped against the ropes. PURE executes a swinging back kick to double over the brawler. Goodstone has his face kicked right-side up with a LOUD explosion heard immediately. Arsen is thrown to the opposite ropes, on the return he is pressed in the air with PURE leaping to catch him in a MID-AIR HURRICANRANA that launches flames off the ring posts!!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on?!

Ace Anderson: I believe Mr. PURE! is bringing some ‘out of this world’ powers to PCW!

PURE clutches his back as he continues to pay for the damages. Goodstone grabs the ropes to stand. He turns into an incoming battering ram to the corner! PURE hops on the middle ropes. He rains down ten haymakers, with flashbulbs going off after each one. The tenth one is actually a leaping punch that he drags down the length of Goodstone’s body (symbolizing he cut him in half). Arsen is sprawled out face first, and all that is needed is some chalk. PURE feeds off the energy of the faithful as they will the pain out of his body. He crouches down into a human ball, absorbing all of the arena lights with him. When he uncoils, a BRIGHT burst of white light explodes! Not only that, but somehow his ring attire has morphed from black and gold to midnight blue and silver.

A disoriented Arsen Goodstone is about to further be left that way, as multicolor smoke bombs get introduced. Every time Goodstone thinks he has PURE figured out, a flying fist, knee, elbow, or combinations catches him through the smoke. ROYAL CONNECTION really drills him square in the jaw. PURE barrel rolls through the colors which leads him to do a standing flip onto the top turnbuckle. He spins around so that he is facing a downed Arsen Goodstone…

Jerry Andrews: This is about to be one contact that goes unfulfilled!

Ace Anderson: WHO IN THE HELL…

Mr. PURE never gets the chance to land his finisher. Arsen’s group of henchmen (wearing brass knuckles) have arrived through the smoke to pull him off and begin a full fledged gangland assault. The referee calls for the bell and disqualification.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner by disqualification, MR. PURE!

He won’t be feeling like such as he continues to take a beating. One of the associates helps his boss back to his feet, while others hold PURE upright. The smoke has started to disperse while this goes on. Arsen has his cane passed to him. Following a few taunting words, he tees off with it like it were a baseball bat. PURE falls limp and is left face first on the mat. The booing for Goodstone is loud. He looks smug for someone who was nearly on the verge of being defeated. But for anyone who knows him, knows that wins and losses are nothing but unimportant numbers. The REAL stat and the only one that matters to him is the fact he’s standing on his own power, while Mr. PURE obviously won’t be.

Goodstone leaves with his henchmen as help reaches the ring to check on the fan favorite. 

The PCW Network is now filled with the sounds of "Knocking At The Door" by Arkells.

"That's me, I'm knockin' at the door
I'm thirsty
For more, for more, for more
That's me, I'm knockin' at the door
I'm knockin' at the door
I'm knockin' at the door
That's me"

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Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first... he weighs in at 227 lbs... TYRONE "CRAZY BOY SMITH!

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.

Jerry Andrews: Another big match tonight for Crazy Boy, as he is looking to take on the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament winner.

Ace Anderson: I don't understand this match at all. Shouldn't Grimm be setting his sights higher than, well, Crazy Boy?

Jerry Andrews: Don't take anything away from Tyrone, he's been showing a great deal of fire and passion for a long time. All it takes it one bad night and we could be looking at an upset.

Ace Anderson: Two words, Jerry... Snap. Crackle. Pop.

Jerry Andrews: That's literally thr-

Ace Anderson: IT'S MEANT TO BE A STERN WARNING.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 217 lbs... The "Hangtown Horror"... GRIMM!!

Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, deadset on the ring and ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.

Go back to sleep.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto 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.

Jerry Andrews: The tale of the tape tells a similar story for both men – there is not much to separate them in terms of size or strength.

Ace Anderson: The difference lies in style. Flashy, weird, spacey Crazy Boy style or ground and pound, gritty, cornfield dirt Grimm style.

Jerry Andrews: The one thing that does separate them is recent success, Grimm has stated that he intends to use his TIIT contract to pursue the North American championship. A victory for Tyrone therefore has to be a way for him to get into that conversation.

Ace Anderson: When crows fly.

Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Grimm
Referee: Nigel Gale

The bell rings and Grimm wastes no time as he approaches Crazy Boy, tying him up in a rough collar and elbow lock. The two men jostle for position, neither one able to gain the upper hand in the pure strength stakes. Pushing Tyrone away, who only takes a small step backwards; Grimm breaks the hold and then moves right back in again. A surprised Tyrone locks up once more in the same move and, just like the first time, neither man can gain the upper hand. Grimm drops to one knee but just as quickly is back up and then it is Crazy Boy who goes to the mat. Within a second of his knee touching the canvas, however, he is back to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Feeling out stage here.

Once more Grimm breaks the hold and, as both men warily stare at each other, he holds his hands out, fingers open, can motions for a test of strength. Crazy Boy obviously thinks about it before reaching up, fingers just touching Grimm’ own, before he pulls away.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t blame Crazy Boy, he definitely wants to keep his distance from Grimm.

Ace Anderson: Maybe he is just too afraid?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think it's that per se.

Ace Anderson: Ah, I was all set to give him a little credit.

As a stoic, typically laconic Grimm waves on for Crazy Boy to bring it on Crazy Boy moves forwards and locks his hands in to Grimm’s own. Both men lean forwards, chest touching, as they jockey for position. Their knuckles whiten with effort, their neck muscles tense, but just as with the collar and elbow neither one can really get the initiative.

Ace Anderson: This could be a really long night!

Jerry Andrews: ... or not!

Lulling Grimm into a false sense of security Crazy Boy suddenly leans forwards and with a succession of side knee shots to his stomach he lifts his opponent of his feet. After the third shot to the stomach Crazy Boy lets go of Grimm’s hands and follows this up with a vicious European uppercut directly under Grimm’s chin; moisture sprays out of his mouth as his head is knocked backwards and, on wobbly legs, he teeters backwards towards the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy with a strike and for a miracle he's starting this out putting Grimm on the back foot!

Ace Anderson: I don’t know where he thinks he is but I am pretty sure that he doesn’t remember getting into the ring anymore!

Following in quickly, not giving up for a second, Crazy Boy kicks out at Grimm’s thigh, connecting with a succession of hard round kicks. Already wobbly Grimm visibly loses his balance as he reaches down to grasp his leg and, without mercy, Crazy Boy moves in close. Catching his opponent under one arm he launches him into the air and down to the canvas with a text book perfect hip-toss.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy firmly in control here.

Measuring the fallen Grimm up carefully Crazy Boy launches himself into the air and comes down with a knee drop. If it had connected it would have landed directly in the small of Grimm’s back but luckily for Grimm (and, not so much so for Crazy Boy) Grimm had the presence of mind to roll out of the way. Rolling around, holding onto this knee, Crazy Boy screams out in pain. A still dazed Grimm uses the ropes to clamber back to his feet and reaches out to grab Crazy Boy by the head, hauling him back to his feet. Still favoring his left leg Crazy Boy isn’t able to block a vicious series of punches to the face and body. Staggering backwards, trying to avoid the punches, Crazy Boy finds his back against the ropes and without hesitation Grimm propels him across the ring with a strong irish whip. On Crazy Boy’s return he is met by a guided missile that is Grimm, and brought to the mat with a Lou Thesz style press.

Ace Anderson: Ohhhh … that has got to hurt!

Ever the dogged pragmatist, Grimm doesn't waste time showboating as he unloads with more strikes to the head and chest and all Crazy Boy can do is cover up and hope for things to stop. The referee moves in and demands that Grimm breaks off but he is ignored; the standing five count is started and, just as the referee gets to four, Grimm glares up at him but stops the attack.

Jerry Andrews: It may not be pretty but Grimm definitely knows how to get the job done.

Ace Anderson: Those cold eyes of Grimm are cutting right through Tyrone as he struggles to get free.

As Grimm pulls Crazy Boy back to his feet the referee moves in and checks on him. Blood is pouring from an open cut just above Crazy Boy’s left eye and it is already dripping down his chest.

Jerry Andrews: That is NOT a pleasant cut!

Ace Anderson: Gee, I don't know, have you ever had a ‘pleasant’ injury?

Grimm deadpans as he holds Crazy Boy up, steadying him, but the crowd rains down their displeasure on him, and there is an established dynamic of who they're rooting for here. Grimm pays no mind as he rams a knee into Tyrone's stomach before pulling the winded man into a front face lock. Crazyboy, despite his condition, obviously senses his predicament and uses all his strength to flip Grimm into a Northern lights release suplex. Both men get to their feet and Grimm charges at his opponent, but Tyrone ducks under and picks him up in a fireman's carry. Crazy Boy simply cinches his grip even tighter before tossing him off his shoulders and drilling him with a knee to the skull. Grimm falls onto his back, and begins rolling to his side with a dazed expression in his eyes, shaking his head.

Jerry Andrews: Tyrone is bringing the fight to Grimm in a way I'm not sure that the Lord of Misrule even expected.

Ace Anderson: I don't think anyone could have expected it!

Crazy Boy, wiping the cut above his eyebrow, holds his hand and looks at his blood for a second, and it seems to fire him up. He yells to the crowd, and then he gets to his feet, planting several knees to the temple of Grimm as he goes. Grimm shoves him backwards with one hand, but the tenacious high flyer shoots back in, giving Grimm a rabid series of clubs with both hands. Grimm in on his knees, trying to get up during the assault, but Crazy Boy is, well, going crazy on him. Crazy Boy paces around the ring, shouting out to the crowd, and they are heavily starting to get behind him. He goes to lift Grimm up but is met by a hard headbutt to the face that makes him stumble away. Grimm pushes Crazy Boy back into a corner, before coming over with an overhand right that Crazy Boy ducks under. Positions reversed, Crazy Boy kicks Grimm in the gut to lower him in the corner before punching Grimm in the head repeatedly. Grimm then pushes Crazy Boy out of the corner towards the middle of the ring, and then grabs him behind his head and throws him over the top rope with one arm.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy took a bad spill over the ropes.

Grimm climbs out of the ring by stepping between the ropes and approaches Crazy Boy as he is pulling himself up using the ring apron. Crazy Boy pops up with a punch that barely connects with Grimm's jaw, and follows in with two more that barely connect before Grimm delivers a knee into Crazy Boy's midsection. Crazy Boy staggers back to the steel ringpost. Grimm charges in with a shoulder block, but Crazy Boy dives out of the way just before Grimm connects. Crazy Boy keeps his distance as Grimm picks himself up and rolls into the ring. Crazy Boy follows in behind him, but as he gets onto the apron Grimm lifts himself up off of the canvas and delivers a headbutt against Crazy Boy's skull that sends him falling back down to outside of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Is it too much to say that Grimm... got into the Professor's head?

Jerry Andrews: Uh, well I guess --

Ace Anderson: You might say, they had a meeting of the minds.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, that's eno--

Ace Anderson: In fact, you might say --

Jerry Andrews: Alright, that's enough! No more puns!

Crazy Boy begins to slowly climb back up using the ring apron, and as he does so Grimm grabs him by the ears, pulling him up off of his feet momentarily before they come to a rest on the apron. Crazy Boy then pushes Grimm's arms apart, grabs Grimm's head, and jumps down from the ring apron dropping Grimm throat first across the top rope. Crazy Boy then slides back into the ring. Upon getting up to his feet, Crazy Boy goes for a clothesline. But as he gets close to his opponent, Grimm turns around and scoops Crazy Boy up into a sideways pick-up, before dropping him backfirst to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Crazy Boy rolls around in pain as Grimm looks on, grinning at his agony. Grimm then comes over and puts a neck twist on Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy begins shaking his arms out to his sides and slowly begins raising himself up to his feet once more. This time, Grimm releases the neck twist and gives Crazy Boy a headbutt to the back of the head. As Crazy Boy staggers forward, Grimm lifts him up from the side before spinning around one full time and planting him on his back with a rotating side slam. Grimm goes for a cover.

The referee: One...















Two... Kickout.

Grimm is taking some time to recover, and he sees Crazy Boy scooting back from Grimm towards the corner. He begins to lift himself up in the corner as Grimm sadistically cuts his eyes over in Crazy Boy's direction. Grimm then charges at Crazy Boy with another shoulderblock, again missing as Crazy Boy ducks and rolls out of the way leaving Grimm to hit his back full speed against the turnbuckles. Grimm staggers around holding his back as Crazy Boy rolls back into the corner, again pulling himself up using the turnbuckles. Grimm turns around and charges at Crazy Boy again. This time Crazy Boy puts his feet up and connect with Grimm's chin spinning him around. Crazy Boy then climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle behind him and leaps onto Grimm's back with a sleeperhold.

Jerry Andrews: Tyrone is trying to choke the life out of Grimm.

Ace Anderson: I sure hope it works, cause nothing else seems to have done the trick so far.

Grimm flails his arms as he staggers around the ring with the sleeper applied. He reaches up to grab Crazy Boy but can't get a grip. The arms flail some more before they finally just dangle as he stands still in the middle of the ring. Grimm begins to lean over forwards. Crazy Boy wiggles around on Grimm's back to get a tighter hold, but as he does so Grimm reaches up and finally gets a grip on him. Grimm flips Crazy Boy over his head with a two-handed snapmare. Grimm then staggers back against the ropes and returns with an elbow drop that misses as Crazy Boy rolls out of the way. Both men slowly rise up to their feet with Crazy Boy being one step ahead of Grimm. Crazy Boy delivers calf kick after calf kick, each connecting and clearly appearing to have an affect as they make Grimm's hands shoot to grip his legs and he hobbles around as if to try an maintain balance. Crazy Boy grabs the arm closest to him and tries to whip Grimm into the ropes, but Grimm refuses to be moved. Grimm reverses the whip sends Crazy Boy into the ropes instead. As Crazy Boy bounces off of the ropes, he sees Grimm bent over in position to give him a back bodydrop, and at the spur of the moment delivers a superkick to the bottom of Grimm's jaw as he tries to get out of the way.

Ace Anderson: Oh my god, Grimm is still standing!

The relentless Grimm staggers around spinning slowly in a circle as Crazy Boy quickly steps through the ropes and then climbs the turnbuckles to the top. Grimm appears to just be shaking out the cobwebs as he turns to see Crazy Boy on the turnbuckle. Crazy Boy flies off with a crossbody, which succeeds in taking the Hangtown Horror down. Crazy Boy lays motionless for a moment on the canvas breathing hard as if he has knocked his air out of him with the landing. He sits up slowly and just drapes an arm over Grimm.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout!

Crazy Boy holds his head in his hands and groans, then he goes to lift up Grimm. He gives him a few boots and chops. Then he settles in for a Vulcan Nerve hold on the trapezius muscle of Grimm, exerting such force that Grimm's face stretches in his massive displeasure and he falls to one knee. Grimm tries to swat the hands off his muscle but the Crazy Nerve Hold is impeding use of his right side.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has found an effective way to keep Grimm slowed down.

Ace Anderson: But for how long, Andrews. It's like grabbing a tiger by the tail. How long until you get the claws.

Grimm then begins using his other, better functioning arm and firing shots backwards, meeting Crazy Boy in the ribs. He fires several hard shots in to Crazy Boy's side and then when the hold is released, Grimm applies his fingers, digging harshly into the eye of Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy's hands scramble to shoo Grimm off but Grimm rakes the eye, making Crazy Boy stumble back blindly, and then Grimm aims a headbutt right at the cut over the eye, causing a little splash of blood to end up on Grimm's forehead. The one-two effect has a bloodier and blinded Crazy Boy stumbling over to the ropes. The referee checks on Crazy Boy, asking to see his cut. Squinting through closed eyes, Crazy Boy tries to ascertain where Grimm is. Grimm, however, meets him on the blind eye with a fist. The referee shouts in outrage, but who is he telling Grimm to do things. Grimm wraps Crazy Boy's arms over the top rope and lays in two more shots. Crazy Boy just kind of dangles there, the drops of blood are coming and he's trying to shake out the cobwebs and get back in this match.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has absorbed some kind of beating by Grimm here.

Ace Anderson: I'm amazed he isn't trying to wish himself into the cornfield and end this right now.

Grimm shoos the referee now warning of a disqualification away and then pulls Tyrone out of the ropes, crushing him with a sleeper neckbreaker, the Lament Configuration. Evidently satisfied, Grimm covers.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout!

Ace Anderson: WHAT.

Jerry Andrews: Somehow, some way, the Crazy superstar Tyrone Smith is still in this match. You can't tell by Grimm's face, but he has to be fuming under that beard.

Ace Anderson: I'm in complete shock, myself!

The crowd is willing Crazy Boy on as Grimm sits up, just staring blankly at the slumped and bloodied Crazy Boy. Grimm has a displeased set to his mouth as he gets up, pulling a limp and lifeless Crazy Boy with him. He elbows Crazy Boy right in the small of the back, making the beaten superstar slump forward, and he goes to grip the legs as Crazy Boy goes forward, attempting to set up a wheelbarrow facebuster. However Crazy Boy, still barely clinging on, rolls forward in a surprise move and counters it into what looks like a drunken, but effective victory roll, pulling Grimm down into a pinning predicament! The crowd pops!

The referee: One...













Two...













Th- Kickout!

If Grimm was one to show flabbergasted shock, it would be at that moment as he slips free of the loose victory roll. Crazy Boy almost got him. As it is his cold eyes are burrowing into Crazy Boy, who is marshalling all his will, stamping his fists and trying to get back in the game. Grimm shoots to his feet, but Crazy Boy rises just enough to meet him and run into his throat with a back elbow. Grimm holds his windpipe and jogs away, and Crazy Boy keeps getting to one knee, meeting Grimm who just won't stay back for more than a damn second with a boot to the gut. Crazy Boy then runs to the ropes and nails a desperate flying forearm, and then he kips up. There is a good visual of Crazy Boy, having nipped to his feet, flexing and yelling to the crowd as a trickle of blood flows over his eye, and then he waits for Grimm to stagger back to his base and he scoops him up on his shoulders, giving him an airplane spin that turns for two and a half rotations before dumping him off, due to the fatigue he doesn't fully hold on so it turns into a botched Samoan drop. But it's still effective in planting Grimm to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has taken such hard hits to the head tonight, it is clear he wasn't able to rotate how he wanted to get Grimm into place. But Grimm is down.

Crazy Boy lays on his back, spent after the burst of energy. Then he starts heaving his chest, and bobbing his head, and then he begins working his way back to his feet, feeling the energy of the crowd. He points to the top rope, and starts trying to climb it. He has to take a few beats to keep his footing, as sweat and blood drops have made his steps slick. He wipes his forehead and keeps climbing the top rope, and then he turns and goes to set himself for a patented high flying move, but by this time Grimm has crept up from his prone position and knocks Crazy Boy right over the head. Crazy Boy dangles on the top rope for a moment, dazed by the hit, and then Grimm simply hurls him down to the mat with a body slam off the top.

Jerry Andrews: Oh! No!

Ace Anderson: When you've already taken enough hits to the head, maybe higher altitude is not a smart move.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy was just moments away from sealing this match up, but like the Reaper he is, Grimm was relentless.

Grimm doesn't break contact with Crazy Boy after he slams him to the mat, peeling him back up and hooking his head underneath a wing. Grimm sets himself on the second turnbuckle and then flips himself out, coming out of the corner and spiking Crazy Boy straight down onto the damaged spot on his forehead with a tornado DDT. If it wasn't already damaged, that'd do it.

Jerry Andrews: And Grimm with the Harvest!

Ace Anderson: Snap. Crackle. Pop goes the neck vertebrae.

Grimm turns Crazy Boy over, covering him while staring calmly out into the middle distance.

The referee: One...













Two...















Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... GRIMM!!

"Counting Bodies Like Sheep" begins playing over the PA and Grimm gets to his feet. The referee tries to raise his hand in victory, but he'll have none of that as he stalks out of the ring. The referee turns his attention to reviving Crazy Boy, and some attendants at ringside help Crazy Boy roll over so they can clean the cut over his eyebrow.

Ace Anderson: Arrive, snap crackle pop, leave. What a performance by Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: What a performance by Crazy Boy as well, he brought the fight to the Harvester in a big way tonight. He has a lot to be proud of.

Ace Anderson: Well you know this is just building momentum to Grimm. His sights are set on using his TIIT title shot and whoever holds on to what he has his eyes on.

Jerry Andrews: Looking at Crazy Boy right now, that's as stern a warning as they come.

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The pipe organ of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” echoes throughout the arena. As the Beverley Minster Congregation begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and Destiny enter from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy. He halts the clydesdales, then assists her out of the ride. Slowly, the pair make their way down to the ring, stopping to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a negative reaction churns from the crowd.

Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his wife, who is also dressed in a very conservative, black dress with a white collar and cuffs and two white buttons on the front. Gabriel soon appears behind, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and walks down to the ring.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 459 pounds, being accompanied by Destiny Willard, the team of SEROMINE and GABRIEL!

Seromine’s wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance as they make their way to the ring steps.

He lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He slowly makes his way around the ring, “blessing” the audience to a somewhat ungrateful reaction. Finally, he removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. Destiny kisses her husband as he holds the ropes open for her. She exits to ringside while Gabriel finally enters, standing behind Seromine as his Lord looks out at the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Gabriel have certainly had their troubles recently, but they seem to be united here tonight, coming out together to take on the team of Gerard Angelo and Justin “Stormm” Michaels.

Ace Anderson: I wouldn’t be worried about Gabriel and Seromine’s unity. I’d be more concerned with the egos of Stormm and Angelo clashing.

Jerry Andrews: That is a good point. They have never tagged together before, while Gabriel and Seromine have been on the same side for over a year.

The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage, out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans. Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face.

Sasha Greene: And, their opponents. First, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 pounds: “THE HOLLYWOOD HERO” GERARD ANGELO!!!

As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his partner.

Sasha Greene: And… his tag team partner…

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. After a pause, flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena. They light the way for the Force of Nature, as Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

Sasha Greene: … weight in at 252 pounds, he is the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion: JUSTIN “STORMM” MICHAELS!

Jerry Andrews: No “Notorious” theme tonight…

Ace Anderson: No theme at all. Unless you count the sound of thunder and heavy rain as music. And I don’t.

Tag Team Match
Seromine & Gabriel vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©) & Gerard Angelo
Referee: Joseph Buckland

As the combatants strategize and hit their marks, a hush falls over the crowd. The energy of the night builds silently until it has no other outlet but to release not in an explosion of cheers or boos, but in a constant droning of a name.

Grimm.

For Grimm has walked out onto the entryway without his theme to announce his arrival. He stands, not too much the worse for wear from his match only a few minutes ago, looking dead ahead at the men waiting for their battle to begin. He directs his attention at one man in particular, and the man knows it. But for now, the Hangtown Horror produces a microphone out of a pocket somewhere.

“I didn’t want to detract from the evening’s proceedings, because goodness knows we all have enough to do tonight. But I do have something that needs to be said. And so here I am.”

Grimm begins a steady walk down the ramp, microphone at his mouth, eyes ever forward.

“Now, I’m not here to sway this match one way or another. Even though I despise the tactics of Seromine and Gabriel with most every fiber of my being, they can do whatever they want up there tonight. The same goes for Mr. Angelo. I want to see what Mr. Best Newcomer has to offer as much as anyone. No, I’m here for you, Stormm.”

Because of course he is. The crowd knows it, and Stormm knows it. Michaels shakes the ring ropes with fury and launches a few colorful insults Grimm’s way, but Grimm continues his stroll ringside.

“Like I said, I’ve got no squirrel in your dance up there tonight. And even if your boy Johnny’s going to get his later in that very ring, I recommend focusing on the task at hand. But first…”

Grimm makes his way to one of the tables where a certain championship belt rests in all its North American glory.

“…first, I want to make something clear. You’ve recently made some comments about this belt right here,” Grimm says as he drags a finger across it. “About how you’d like nothing more than to drop this championship. And how you’d rather hunt down that World Title one last time before you call it a day. But I don’t think that’s your decision right now. Right now we’re going to follow the proper channels. We’re going to do this the right way. The two of us, we’re going to do it up Classy.”

The Lord of Misrule raps black leather knuckles on the belt’s faceplate. Stormm would rather he didn’t.

“October is a fine month, don’t you agree, Mr. Michaels? Crisp fall air…pumpkins leering on porches…autumn leaves skittering along the ground…”

Grimm turns those pale blue eyes of ancient ice from the belt to Stormm.

“…Deadly Intentions.”

The arena erupts. As does Justin Michaels, but Gerard Angelo somehow manages to keep his partner in check. Just barely.

“So try to keep it together between now and then, Stormm. You hint around about seeing the end of your career in your rearview mirror. But as we all know, objects in that mirror may be closer than they appear. Former tag team partners or not, I can help bring that about. I’ve done it before in that ring up there to people far less deserving than you.”

Grimm tilts his head in a nod. “Enjoy your evening, folks,” he says before laying the microphone on the table and walking back up the ramp.

After some chaos and anger from the various competitors inside the ring, and some chanting from the fans, the bell finally rings and the match starts off with Stormm facing off against Gabriel.

Jerry Andrews: These two are no strangers to one another.

Ace Anderson: That North American Title that Michaels carried to the ring became his at the expense of Gabriel.

Jerry Andrews: And, Grimm has his eye on it. I wonder if his speech here tonight will distract Stormm from this match.

Ace Anderson: Stormm needs to focus. He may be the North American champion and one of the top guys in this business, but the men across the ring from him aren’t exactly slouches either.

Michaels steps forward to grapple with Gabriel, but Gabriel takes a second step back, dodging him. Gabriel then goes into the corner and recites a quick prayer, as the crowd boos. Gabriel says “amen,” opens his eyes, and walks right into a big boot to the cut from Stormm.

The North American champion hits Gabriel with a quick DDT and goes for an immediate cover, but Gabriel gets his shoulder up at two. Stormm doesn’t waste any time, stomping away at his opponent. Gabriel has to roll out of the ring to catch his breath.

Stormm doesn’t give him that opportunity, flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that sends his opponent crashing into the guard rail.

Jerry Andrews: Woah! Maybe Grimm’s presence before this match hyped Stormm up!

Michael grabs Gabriel and he quickly rolls him into the ring, before Seromine or Destiny can get involved on the outside. Inside the ring, he pulls Gabriel up and drops him with a Russian leg sweep. He then hits a leg drop, yanks Gabriel to his feet and whips him into the corner hard. As Gabriel staggers out, Stormm kicks him in the gut once more, this time following up with a double arm underhook suplex.

Stormm now with a cover:

1…
2…

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Gabriel.

Stormm pulls Gabriel up once again. He throws him into a neutral corner once more. This time, Gabriel is the one who responds with the kick to the stomach as Michaels approaches him. Gabriel hits an elbow to the back of his opponent’s head. With Stormm doubled over, Gabriel quickly hits a front facelock cutter!

Jerry Andrews: BELIEVE!!!

Gabriel with a cover:

1….
2….

Ace Anderson: Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: That big move by Gabriel came out of nowhere and it got him right back into this match.

Gabriel’s advantage doesn’t last long however. He reaches down to pull Stormm from the mat, but the North American Champion quickly rolls him up:

1…
2…

Jerry Andrews: Kickout! Another near fall!

Ace Anderson: Fast-paced action here to start off!

Stormm pulls Gabriel up, but Gabriel hits him with an elbow strike to the jaw. Gabriel now wrenches Michaels’ arm and hits him with a hook kick to the face. He then waits for Stormm to get up before dropping him with a clothesline. Gabriel now drags Stormm over to Seromine’s corner, wrenches his arm again, and tags in his partner.

Seromine enters the ring and he kicks Stormm in the midsection as Gabriel holds him by the arm. Seromine then clotheslines Stormm down and the two men put the boots to him. Gerard Angelo has seen enough and he rushes across the ring, but he’s stopped by the referee, who is also yelling at Gabriel to leave the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Joseph Buckland trying to keep this match under control, but I’m not sure how long he’ll be able to do that.

Gabriel gets one more stomp in before leaving the ring, as the referee forcibly directs Angelo back to his corner. Seromine pulls Stormm up, smiling.

Jerry Andrews: We talked about the history between Gabriel and Stormm, but what about the history between Seromine and Stormm?

Ace Anderson: These two guys certainly have a lot of his…..MAN!

Seromine interrupts Ace’s speech with a big right hand to the head of Stormm, sending him down to the mat once again. Seromine pulls him up, before hitting him with a belly-to-back suplex. Seromine then throws Michaels into the corner and stomps him down to the mat, before tagging Gabriel back into the match.

Jerry Andrews: Despite everything, Gabriel and Seromine seem to be working well tonight.

Ace Anderson: Of course they are. Gabriel respects Seromine as his Lord. He’ll do whatever Seromine asks!

Gabriel delivers a few more stomps of his own before dragging Stormm out of the corner. He sets him up, but Stormm breaks free and he clotheslines Gabriel down to the mat. Gabriel gets up, but he’s dropped back down again. Stormm waits for Gabriel to get up again, before leaping up and hitting him with a drop kick! Gabriel hits the mat hard. Michaels rushes over and tags Angelo into the match!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm gets the tag! His team desperately needed that!

Ace Anderson: Kudos to Stormm for battling back from that two-on-one attack!

Angelo hits the ring just as Gabriel gets to his feet. The Hollywood Hero drops Gabriel with a clothesline now. As Gabriel gets up, Angelo grabs him and hits a belly-to-belly suplex! Suddenly, Seromine rushes into the ring, but Angelo is there to stop him! The two trade blows, but now Stormm is back in and he tackles Seromine to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: You just knew this match was about to become unglued!

Both teams begin slugging away at one another, the referee unable to control the four competitors from unloading on each other. Finally, after quite some time and quite a lot of hard hitting violence, Joseph Buckland manages to get things back under control, with the legal men – Gerard Angelo and Gabriel – the only ones in the ring.

Angelo attacks Gabriel, hitting him with a big clothesline, followed by a suplex. As Gabriel gets to his feet, Angelo slugs him with a European uppercut, sending him down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Angelo really giving it to Gabriel here.

Ace Anderson: These two just don’t like each other, as you could see from their brutal falls count anywhere match from a few weeks ago.

Angelo tosses Gabriel into his corner and he tags Stormm back into the match. Stormm slugs Gabriel, but Seromine isn’t happy with Angelo remaining in the ring and he rushes in as well. Angelo notices him, and he turns around and drops the preacher with a right hand. Meanwhile, Stormm pulls up Gabriel and he hits a full nelson slam, quickly going for a cover.

Seromine runs back into the ring to break up the pinfall attempt. The referee grabs him and directs him out of the ring, allowing Gabriel to hit Stormm with a low blow!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! The ref needs to get Seromine under control!

Michaels falls to the mat. Gabriel gets up and he unloads with a series of stomps. He then pulls Stormm up and Irish whips him off the ropes. Stormm dodges a clothesline and runs back towards Gabriel. Both men leap up with dropkicks at the same time, and then both – somewhat – connect, crashing to the mat together.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Michaels and Gabriel both had the same idea there – and now they’re both down!

Both competitors slowly get to their feet and begin making their way to their respective corners. Gabriel manages to tag in Seromine first, and Seromine runs over to stop Stormm from making a tag…. but it’s too late! He gets to Angelo in time!

Jerry Andrews: Two fresh competitors in now!

Angelo drops Seromine with a clothesline. He then pulls him up, but Seromine hits him with a strike to the face. Seromine now hits a back spinning heel kick, dropping Angelo. Seromine pulls his opponent up and throws him into the corner. As Angelo steps out, he’s hit with a discus clothesline. Seromine then follows up with a leg drop.

Ace Anderson: Seromine is likely the freshest competitor in this match and he’s in control right now.

Seromine sets Angelo up and delivers a t-bone suplex. He then hits his down opponent with a rolling thunder leg drop before going for a cover:

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Jerry Andrews: Angelo kicks out at two!

Seromine pulls him up, but Angelo hits a chinbreaker, stunning his opponent. Angelo then grabs him by the head and he throws him into his corner. Angelo tags in Stormm. Stormm delivers several hard shots before he tags Angelo back into the match and the two double team Seromine.

Ace Anderson: Now Angelo and Michaels are working a double team!

Jerry Andrews: But here comes Gabriel!

Gabriel shoots across the ring, tackling Stormm down to the mat. He pulls Stormm up, but Stormm surprises him with a kick to the stomach, followed by an inverted implant DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Hangcloud DDT!!!

Stormm kicks Gabriel under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Meanwhile, Angelo pulls Seromine up. Seromine fights back, but Stormm attacks him from behind. Angelo now swings wildly at Seromine, but Seromine ducks and Angelo slugs Stormm in the side of the head!

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo just hit his own partner inadvertently!

Jerry Andrews: And Stormm isn’t too happy about it!

Stormm tells Angelo off, while Angelo tries to explain the mistake. As the two are arguing, Seromine shoves Angelo from behind, causing him to crash into Stormm, who slams into the turnbuckle! Enraged, Stormm shoves Angelo!

Ace Anderson: Well… that one wasn’t by accident!

Angelo stumbles backwards, right into a big clothesline from Seromine! Stormm runs towards Seromine to attack him, but Gabriel is up on the outside and he tips Michaels up before dragging him out of the ring! Meanwhile, Seromine has Angelo up once more. He hits a stuff short-armed clothesline, followed immediately with a vicious-looking DDT!

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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Jerry Andrews: Gabriel and Seromine win!

Ace Anderson: Things really fell apart between Justin Michaels and Gerard Angelo at the end, and Seromine and Gabriel were able to capitalize!

Gabriel rushes into the ring to congratulate his Lord, while Stormm remains on the outside, fuming.

Seromine exits the ring to join an approaching Destiny. No sooner do they turn for the ramp, does the arena lights cut completely out. The cheers and chants of NEVERMORE hit a fever pitch from the get go. The same gathering of CAWS whip into a frantic serenade for The Serpentine Sermonizer and his wife. Some of the noise is loud as if the birds are surrounding, while at other times it’s distant like a conversation being cooked up.

And then silence. Pitch black darkness. But only the faithful around making noise. Eleven LED candles start to blink at the top of the stage. The light, while not the brightest, illuminates enough to reflect lifeless figures hanging from their own wicker crosses, scattered about in a macabre display. The prop candles have been placed in their dominant hand. The twelfth lifeless figure is armed with a bible. Their attire is a patchwork of prairie clothing and burlap with fine craftsmanship paid to the stitching of quilted patterns.

Seromine and Destiny are backlit by a faded ray of light coming through the grating of the steel ramp. Both are at a complete loss at what lies in front of them, but it’s clear they are mock ups (maybe) of his followers (could actually be them). Unlike before, they pay no attention to the sinners that make up the faithful in attendance. Before Seromine assists Destiny off the stage, he catches sight of individual roman numerals that have forcefully been carved into the animal masks. I-XII. Pages upon pages of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” serves as stuffing, rather than straw, as seen by the protrusion through the sleeves and collars. But where is XIII??

Jerry Andrews: ...Tho—those are Seromine’s followers! Or they used to be…

Ace Anderson: Did somebody turn down the thermostat in here? It feels like death is around.

Seromine lends a hand to his wife as she is more than happy to put some distance between herself and the stage display. She pleads with Seromine (she actually calls him by his first name, Jason) to join her in getting away from it all. Seromine, when his attention returns to the display, sees that the candles no longer work. Nor does the light from under the ramp. What feels like an eternity passes; just like before. A lone CAW is heard from the furthest point of the arena, moving closer and closer, but the sound is slowed for effect.

It reaches the stage sped up, bringing with it a lone spotlight on XIII! The ominous scarecrow draws a loud ovation of cheers, this while just hanging around like a good warning sign. Its head is turned right in the direction of Seromine (and to a lesser extent, Destiny, who is peeking from around her husband’s right side). He crouches down to have a word with her, but never takes his eyes off of XIII. Seromine tunes the fans out the best he can, while covering Destiny’s ears in the process. Seromine motions like he is going to drop off the stage himself…

XIII HOPS OFF THE WICKER CROSS!!

Jerry Andrews (doing a Henry Frankenstein impression): Look! It’s moving! It’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!

Ace Anderson: I don’t know who is dressed like that, but my bladder can’t take much more...I mean, my heart! My heart can’t take much more...

The creepy-as-fuck ragged scarecrow cranks its neck in rapid succession going left to right like it were reading a book; only it’s looking at the crucified followers. That comes to a slow halt as the attention is put on the held bible. XIII walks over to rip it into its possession. Seromine is down below with Destiny pulling him towards the dark abyss. She hits a patch of resistance as Seromine watches XIII kneel in their direction, with the HOLY book being offered!

Seromine contemplates walking cautiously over, and does take steps in that direction. All that leads to is a VERY audible “FUCK YOU!” from him before he walks away with Destiny to the back. Those cheers and chants of NEVERMORE remain, growing as XIII stands tall again. He returns to his cross as the display lowers below the stage, bringing the spotlight to a cease.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 223: The Icey Awards Thursday December 21, 2017 "Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin plays and Dominator pushes himself up on one elbow, clad in the rags of his wet, ruined dress shirt and slacks. He is handed the Underground title belt. Jerry Andrews: These two caused havoc literally all around the backstage area and out to the parking lot. And it all comes back here, into the ring. Ace Anderson: Razor Blade put a big hurting on the champion. Let's give him a hand, this week Razor brought the strongest effort we've seen from him to date, if he keeps this up he will receive many other title opportunities. Jerry Andrews: But the other story from this match, the amazing run of the Underground King, Dominator continues, with the big man looking more unstoppable than ever. The crowd gives the two men a standing ovation as Dominator raises his arm in the air. Jerry Andrews: What a contest! Ace Anderson: And, when we return, we'll name the latest inductee into the Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame.... wait... huh!? Without warning, a fan in black jumps into the stage. Razor Blade rolls out of the ring and is immediately tied up then dropped on the back of his head. Jerry Andrews: That's a Widow Maker and yes, that is Johnny Vivacious! The hood falls in the momentum revealing the Man in Black in full-on attack mode. He jumps up onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle of the near corner. Dominator is wobbly, but on his feet and collecting his senses, he’s totally oblivious of the impending blindside. Ace Anderson: FLYING NECKBREAKER! Jerry Andrews: Dominator is still on his feet. Dominator has no idea who or from where, but he remains teetering in the center of the ring regardless. Even after a chop block to his right knee and an attempted clothesline. Vivacious rebounds from the ropes again, returning with a clubbing double axe-handle. Jerry Andrews: Dominator is rocked! Ace Anderson: But he does not fall down. Dominator takes a second chop block, this time to the back of his left knee, but he doesn't completely lose his balance. Ace Anderson: He can't take the big guy down. Jerry Andrews: He won't be throwing Dominator around with his arsenal of suplexes. Vivacious rushes the ropes behind a doubled-over Dominator, picking up speed as he passes and hits the ropes in front of his target. A perfectly placed… Crowd: HELL-BOW! Mortimer is on the apron and admonishing Vivacious, clutching to the PCW Underground King’s belt. The hysteria of the crowd is deafening and Dominator cannot hear Mortimer calling out instructions. Jerry Andrews: There's no way he can hear him. Ace Anderson: What? Vivacious flinches, threatening, and then snatches the title belt Mortimer used as a shield. Mortimer is knocked off of the apron as Vivacious hit the ropes once again to pick up momentum. KAH-RAH-ACK! Ace Anderson: OH! Jerry Andrews: OH! The Crowd: OH! The Locker Room: OH! Everyone Watching at Home: OH! You: OH! Dominator crashes to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Jerry Andrews: The Underground King went down and is collecting himself on the outside of the ring. The crowd get louder as Stormm rushes onto the stage and dives into the ring, sliding into plank and amazingly straight up to his feet. Stormm paces the ropes, glaring down at Mortimer and Dominator while his partner... Ace Anderson: Johnny Vivacious is standing in the center of the ring with the Underground title high above his head. Vivacious holds the title belt high, absorbing the exuberance of the crowd. He drops the strap down on his left shoulder, retrieves his cigarettes and “FU” Zippo. Stormm continues to intensely dare Mortimer with each step as Vivacious lights up and enjoys the first hit. Then, reaching back into his jacket, Vivacious produces a microphone. “A few weeks ago,” he began, “I said that if I failed to win at Collision Course that ‘L’ that Grimm dealt me didn't stand for loss…” Ace Anderson: Even though that is exactly what it was. “...I said that it would stand for lesson.” Ace Anderson: To never come out and challenge Grimm again, lesson learned. “What I learned is,” he continued, “who I am.” The crowd chant “JOHN-NY-V!” but he shakes his head. “My name is Johnny Matthews,” he stated, “and I think I have made it clear what I want.” Matthews takes the crown of the Underground King from his shoulder and takes a long look into the gold, even showing it to his brother-in-law. Conspicuous by its absence is the stolen World title belt as Notorious poses with a title won and a title challenged. Pure Class Wrestling Presents Mass Destruction VIII Sunday March 18, 2018 Angrily, Matthews walks over and begins setting up the two tables stacked in the corner. He undoes their legs and sets them up methodically, first the wooden one, and then the glass topped, metal frame table. Matthews sets up the table and turns back to Dominator, who is trying to roll over and get to his feet. Matthews crosses over to him and hooks him into a front face lock…and follows up with an Inverted Exploder Suplex, the Center Ring Screwdriver! Dominator is down once more and Matthews rolls him on top of the table. Then Matthews sets up the ladder across the ring and climbs to the very top. Dominator, however, notices he is on the first table, the wooden one. Johnny is nearly at the top of the ladder, when Dominator suddenly roars to life, coming off the table, and he gets up the other side of the ladder in a huge hurry. Johnny tries to turn around or do something, but he has to be super careful, because he's in a precarious balancing act. The ladder is shaking under their combined weight, which is far much more than is advisable (Weight limits are a safety measure, kids.) Jerry Andrews: No way... no way!! Ace Anderson: Both of these men are teetering precariously at the top of a twenty foot ladder, what the hell is going to happen?! There is a classic moment when Dominator and Johnny come face to face at the top of the ladder, and they just stare each other down for a long second. Then, Johnny tries to swing for a punch, but it is blocked by Dominator, who bounces Johnny's head off the top step of the ladder. Johnny blinks his eyes, dazed. The ladder is swaying and it looks like it can't take this stress. Dominator gives Johnny another head bounce off the top of the ladder, and then he grips his throat with one arm, lift Johnny up so that Johnny's feet go up another step, and then flings Johnny out and to the left in a modified chokeslam. Johnny is HURLED OFF THE LADDER, and Johnny goes CRASHING THROUGH THE TWO TABLES HE HAD SET SIDE BY SIDE!! Johnny goes half through the wooden table, but his upper half goes crashing through the glass plate table, the glass shattering and the metal frame bending as his body collides!! The crowd is dead silent for a second, and then they ERUPT in a "HOLY SHIT" chant. Johnny is laid among the broken pieces of the two tables, chunks of glass sticking in his arms and his upper torso. Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD JOHNNY MATTHEWS DESTROYED THOSE TABLES! Ace Anderson: I... I'm speechless... that was an ugly fall. Still wobbling, the stressed ladder looking like it might break under his weight, Dominator turns from looking down at the twitching Johnny to step up and hold his hands up, collecting the swaying Championship belt as it comes towards him. The referees are picking the table parts from around Matthews as Dominator unsnaps the Underground Championship. Dominator falls back and takes the belt down with him as the step he's on breaks under his weight. Dominator falls, flat on his back, but he holds the Underground title in his hands. Jerry Andrews: He did it!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING UNDERGROUND KING... DOMINATOR!! Dominator has a lot of difficulty sitting up. But no more so than Johnny Matthews, who is being extricated from the broken tables. Johnny has disturbing looking cuts all over his body from being flung from the ladder through the two tables and the glass. EMTS are coming to place seals on the worst wounds. Dominator meanwhile, is still trying to pull himself to a seated position. More paramedics come over to him, trying to help him roll to the outside so they can check his cuts and burns. Living a Legacy X Sunday June 10, 2018 Both the official and Grimm lay motionless on the mat. Dominator simply smirks at the destruction. He holds his hand up for a chokeslam, reaching down to grab his opponent to deliver the deathblow, when suddenly, just out of shot, a fan wearing a paper mask jumps the barricade and slides into the ring, delivering a huge low blow to The Zenith. Dominator howls in pain, dropping the mat as the masked individual looks down at him. Dominator angrily stares up at his attacker, trying to right himself. Jerry Andrews: That man is wearing a Johnny Matthews mask! Whoever this guy is, they’re clearly trying to get underneath Dominator’s skin. The ‘Matthews Masked Man’ begins to strike Dominator with kicks, punts and boots to the torso, ribs and head. Dominator is reeling, yet he still tries to get back up, but this attacker keeps him grounded with a Double Footed Stomp. The man reaches into the sleeve of his long jacket… withdrawing a baseball bat that had been hidden in there all along! Jerry Andrews: Who in the hell is this?! Someone get him out of here?! Ace Anderson: Someone with a sick sense of humor and a vendetta against Dominator. He's mocking Johnny Matthews, all while beating Dominator down into the ground. Jerry Andrews: And now he's got a bat! Someone put a stop to this! Ace Anderson: Like who, the official is down! The attacker prepares his grip and swings the bat forcefully, but The Underground King attempts to block his swings with his arms, which take the brunt of the initial attack. Soon though, strike after strike, they are withered down and the assailant is able to strike Dominator in the chest multiple times. He winds back, before delivering a sickening blow to the side of Dominator’s face that sends him toppling over, face first into the mat. Jerry Andrews: What a devastating shot! Ace Anderson: He’s out cold, Jerry! Dominator is OUT COLD! The attacker looks down at his handiwork before noticing that Grimm is starting to make his way towards their downed opponent. The masked man bails out of the ring and backs himself up the entrance ramp to continue to see how this will pan out. Dominator has not moved since that shot to the face with the baseball bat… Jerry Andrews: I don't like the look of this, Ace. That man rained shot after shot with that baseball bat on Dominator. He could be concussed. Perturbed by the turn of events, Grimm looks from the mystery man to Dominator. The Matthews Masked Man holds his hands up innocently, as if to say he's all yours. Grimm has a suspicious look on his face, but, moving slowly due to fatigue and possible injuries, Grimm is able to get Dominator over. The cover is made, and the downed referee, having revived long after this all took place, slowly crawls towards the center of the ring, counting the cover with a shaky hand. Jerry Andrews: Not this way, dammit! ONE! TWO! THREE!! Jerry Andrews & Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD! DING DING DING! Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the FINALS of the Icemann Invitational... GRIMM! Jerry Andrews: Dominator has been defeated! For the first time in his PCW career, The Underground King has been beaten in one-on-one competition! But my GOD was it through controversial means! Ace Anderson: I’m in shock!... Grimm moves on, and Dominator loses, Dominator lost his first match... and why?! Who did this?! Even Grimm cannot quite believe it as his hand is raised, yet slowly but surely, Dominator is coming to! The crowd watches on in disbelief as the battered and bloodied Zenith instinctively starts to push himself up onto his feet. The Masked Man has now back up the entrance ramp, out of harm’s way. Dominator glares at him, trembling with pure rage. The Masked Man grabs a hold of the paper mask depicting Johnny Matthews’ face and slowly lifts it up and tosses it aside… THE CROWD ERUPTS! Beneath the Johnny Matthews mask… is none other than JOHNNY MATTHEWS HIMSELF! Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it! Johnny Matthews has cost Dominator his winning streak AND a place in the Icemann Invitational! Ace Anderson: We haven’t seen Matthews since Mass Destruction! He is back with a vengeance! All of a sudden, Dominator clambers back onto his feet, before bowling himself between the ropes and CHARGES up the entrance ramp. After such a gruelling match, AND a beatdown with a baseball bat, HOW is he still even able to stand. Johnny Matthews laughs as he disappears into the back, with an enraged Zenith in hot pursuit! Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews made a point to screw Dominator since Dominator defeated him months ago... and it showed tonight. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday, June 21, 2018 Horacio Mortimer: And, sometimes, a time and a place require discussion and necessary preparation. Therefore, I would like to offer one Johnny Matthews… The crowd roars upon hearing Johnny Matthews’, the cheers practically drown Horacio’s continuation. Horacio Mortimer: …to join me in this very ring so that we can discuss this in a civilised manner, like men, to come to a conclusion on which we can all agree to be satisfactory. The founder of The Chronological Order averts his expectant attention towards the top of the entrance ramp. He checks his watch to witness the time pass. He lets out a sigh after approximately ten seconds. He goes to turn away, but then… “NO TOR I OUS!”  The Pure Class Arena lights go pitch black as the huge red letters on the PCWTron fade and the screen goes black. Again, the word echoes high in the rafters, even louder. “NO TOR I OUS!” The crowd speckle the darkness with the LEDs of their mobile devices. A single spotlight showcases the lone figure that has stepped out onto the stage. The crowd is deafening! The former Johnny V stands spread-legged, eyeing the crowd and taking in his moment. He stares out towards the crowd, giving a cocky smirk as the audience pour their adulation towards him. The Corpus Christi native soaks up the atmosphere before strutting towards Horacio Mortimer, who waits somewhat pensively in the ring. Matthews gets into the ring and immediately gets right in the face of Horacio, staring daggers through him before peeling his fingers away from the microphone, one digit at a time. Seizing the microphone for himself, Matthews takes a step back. Johnny Matthews: You’re lucky that you aren’t on your back staring at the insides of your eyelids already. The only reason you’re not is because I find it quite funny listening to how stupid some of the crap that comes out of your mouth. Besides, isn’t the Underground Champion supposed to compete on every show without fail? Haven’t former champions been STRIPPED of the gold in the past should they fail. Horacio Mortimer: Having discussed this at length with management, and given the nature of which his trauma to the head was sustained, the decision was made to allow a week’s grace. In spite of doctor’s orders not to compete, The Zenith is here tonight… and he’s ready for a fight! It was the management who kept him off the card. The crowd boo this juxtaposition from Horacio, who shrugs his shoulders as if to say ‘that’s just the way it is.’ Matthews looks far from impressed. Johnny Matthews: A chump like your ‘client’ doesn’t deserve to be Underground King. He’s good at beating up jobbers, I’ll give him that. But one loss to Grimm and he gets to take a night off!? Horacio Mortimer: As I recall, the last time Grimm beat you, you had a full blown identity crisis and vanished for weeks… much the same as the last time you faced The Zenith… The crowd collectively gasp at Mortimer’s audacity. Johnny Matthews: If Dumbinator wants a fight… I’m right here! Horacio Mortimer: Believe me, he DOES. More than anything. But like I’ve said… there is a time and place for everything. The time to fight is not now. But I’ve a feeling that we are all going to walk away from the arena tonight having gained exactly what we want. Johnny Matthews: What’s your point, nerd? Horacio Mortimer: The Chronological Order proposes a challenge to you, Johnathon. At Return To Glory, we present you with the opportunity to challenge The Zenith for his Underground Crown. The only stipulation that we propose is that you compete in a contest where everything is left in the ring; a literal last chance for you and Dominator to settle your score. One where you should not focus on pinning or submitting your opponent… The match we propose… is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! What say you, Johnathon? Do you accept our invitation? There is a moment of silence as Matthews runs the palm of his hand over his mouth and down the length of his chin. He then takes an aggressive stride towards Mortimer, who only flinches very slightly as Matthews gets right in his face once again. Johnny Matthews: First of all… don’t you EVER call me Johnathon. The crowd let out a smattering of laughter, but it soon fades given the serious expression on Matthews’ face. He comes face to face with Horacio, who visibly gulps, but stands his ground. Johnny Matthews: Secondly; I don’t take too kindly to your supposed ‘challenge.’ You set the rules the last time and it worked out in your favour! Why should I accept something that I know is designed to screw me over? Horacio Mortimer: Because there are guys like Gerard Angelo, Stacy Jones, Darren Silviara and Tyler Scott in the back who are itching for a title shot ahead of you. You forget. You’ve been AWOL since Mass Destruction and there is a whole line of guys who deserve a shot more than what you do. But we are offering you the first attempt. If you are so committed to taking everything from my client, then surely you would want to do this over anybody else who might challenge The Zenith, guys who have been busting their arses week after week while you’ve been out playing in the lower leagues of WXW or CWC or whatever scumhole it is… Johnny is visibly angered by this statement. Mortimer just insulted an entire company, one that Matthews has been vocal on social media about being a part of. Mortimer simply smirks once again, delighted that he has managed to get under Matthews’ skin. Horacio Mortimer: This is our offer. You can take it or leave it. My advice to you is this… This time, it is Mortimer who gets right in Matthews’ face. Horacio Mortimer: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. The crowd is totally invested in this standoff. With that, Mortimer extends a hand to solidify and secure this deal with a gentlemen’s handshake. Matthews looks wary, but he is egged on by the crowd to accept The Chronological Order’s proposal. His hesitation dissipates as he firmly grabs Mortimer’s hand, squeezing it with as much grip as his can muster. Mortimer screws his face up from the pressure, but the fans are absolutely OVERJOYED by this revelation! Jerry Andrews: Dominator versus Johnny Matthews in a Last Man Standing Match at Return To Glory! It’s set! Upon releasing his deathgrip, Mortimer shakes his hand around vigorously, trying to get the flow of blood to return to the tips of his fingers. Horacio Mortimer: I’m pleased that you and I have come to an understanding. However, I know of one person who isn’t… The opening drums of Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” begin to pound over the PA System. The crowd erupts as The Underground King marches onto the stage, eyes transfixed on Johnny Matthews. Jerry Andrews: Oh boy! Here we go! The bloodthirsty fans chant “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” over and over as Dominator’s music fades. The Underground King has come to a stop at the ringside area, breathing heavily with his fists clenched. Horacio Mortimer quickly bails out of the ring to take his client’s side. Matthews Johnny Matthews: Well, well, well… if it isn’t the Big Bad Dumbinator himself! How’s PCW life treating you? I hear you’ve fallen on some hard times recently. You’d have thought that a company would support someone who was once so high up the pecking order… He shrugs upon further contemplation. Johnny Matthews: Well… I say ‘once’ so high. After Living A Legacy, your fall from grace was from so high up that when your fat ass hit the ground they could feel it all the way in China. The crowd let out more laughter. Dominator takes a step forward, but Mortimer holds him back for a moment. Johnny Matthews: The fact that you were undefeated was the only thing that you could use as leverage. And I was the one who took that away from you. At Return to Glory… I will take everything else from you. Your title AND your dignity. Dominator acquires a microphone from Horacio. He spits as he speaks in a booming and unrelenting tone. Dominator: Forget Return To Glory. Right now… you’re about to GET THESE HANDS! The crowd erupts as Dominator takes a step forward. Ace Anderson: Isn’t that copyright infringement? All of a sudden. The lights go out. There is approximately five seconds of darkness. Only Horacio could tell you precisely, but the time that passes feels much greater. As the lights come back on… a figure is stood directly behind Matthews, who quickly spins him around and swings around him, planting Matthews face first into the canvas with a modified Tornado DDT. IT’S GRIMM!!! AND HE JUST STRUCK JOHNNY MATTHEWS WITH THE HARVEST! Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on!? Grimm just laid out Johnny Matthews! Ace Anderson: Look at Horacio Mortimer! He’s laughing! He’s laughing like some sort of evil genius! Dominator slowly paces towards the ring, mounting the apron and stepping over the top rope. Dominator glares directly at Grimm, who simply takes two steps back to grant The Zenith access to his nemesis, as if presenting him on a silver platter. Dominator grins wickedly, grabbing Matthews by the waistline of his jeans and hoisting him up to his feet with one arm before hoisting him up on top of his shoulders, locking in a Torture Rack. Jerry Andrews: There’s the Rip In Time! Matthews screams out in pain before Dominator finally shows mercy by finishing his Rip In Time with a neckbreaker of sorts. Matthews sprawls across the mat. Dominator glances back towards Grimm, who seems to share the same intense expression that he wears. Remorselessly, Dominator drags Matthews by the foot into the center of the ring. The Suzerain of Time picks up Matthews by the chin, pinching his cheeks together to form puckered, groggied lips, talking some trash into his semi-conscious face. With that, Dominator charges past Matthews to hit the ropes that are behind him. At the same time, Grimm bounces off the opposite ropes, leaving Matthews staggering in the middle of the ring, barely able to stay upright. Within a fraction of a second, Grimm swings a Muay Thai-like kick right into Matthew’s face as Dominator sweeps Matthews’ legs from behind him with a chop block. Matthews spins through the air like a top before crashing to the mat. Ace Anderson: Was that… the Soul Removal Machine!? Jerry Andrews: What is this!? What is this that we are seeing!? Applauding the two men’s efforts, Horacio Mortimer ascends the ring steps and re-enters the ring. He stands over Johnny Matthews whilst consulting his watch. He begins to count aloud; One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Horacio Mortimer waves his arms horizontally as if signalling that Matthews is knocked out. Dominator simply stares downwards with a crooked neck towards his victim before coming face to face with Grimm. The two men stare one another down for a moment, before Grimm cracks what looks to be an impressed grin. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, extending it towards Dominator…. …a single black glove. Dominator takes the glove and stares at it for a moment before outstretching his fingers and pulling it over his hand. Horacio stands between both men, grabbing their forearms and hoisting them upwards; the trio stand tall in unison. Jerry Andrews: When Dominator said Matthews was about to “Get These Hands,” I don’t think this was the sort of ‘hand’ he was expecting! Ace Anderson: I hate to say it, but I think PCW has just entered a new dark age. How is anybody even going to stop this team!? Jerry Andrews: The symbolism of the glove… I think we all know what this means… and I’ve got to tell you, Ace… I’m inclined to agree with everything you’ve just said. Dominator and Grimm… what a devastating combination! The Black Hand… is back…/b] Pure Class Wrestling Trauma  Thursday, July 5th, 2018 Horacio Mortimer: “And at Return To Glory, my client; the reigning Underground King, the man who SHOULD still remain undefeated, The Zenith himself will make Johnny Matthews rue the day that he chose to provoke us. We will send him packing back to Lonestar Championship Wrestling… where, even there, he is not safe… Horacio Mortimer begins to laugh out of superiority towards the crowd. They hurl torrents of abuse towards the founder of The Chronological Order in the form of boos and jeers. Their distain soon turns to ecstasy as someone rushes onto the stage wielding some form of weapon… …striking Horacio Mortimer right in his back! IT’S JOHNNY MATTHEWS! The crowd roars as the steel chair impacts Horacio Mortimer’s spine! Horacio screams in agony as he drops onto the entrance ramp. Matthews quickly disarms himself of the chair and mounts Mortimer before he begins to deliver a flurry of punches his head and face that Mortimer tries to deflect to the best of his ability. Matthews is absolutely relentless as he drags Mortimer’s arm away, trapping it under his knee and subdues the other with one hand, before winding back and delivering some hard shots right to the face. Blood erupts from Horacio Mortimer’s nose, spattering against Matthews’ shirt. The crowd winces at this sight. Ace Anderson: OUCH! Jerry Andrews: Mortimer’s nose is broken! And Johnny Matthews is showing no sign of letting up! Johnny Matthews throttles Mortimer with a couple more shots before looking at his blood-red knuckles. He wipes them on Horacio’s pristine navy blue suit before grabbing his arm and ripping the wristwatch that he wears over his wrist. As dazed and weary as Mortimer is, Horacio begs for Johnny Matthews as if he is pleading for his very own life. Johnny Matthews simply smiles as he places the timepiece beside his head… before proceeding to stamp on the watch with all his might, shattering it into pieces! Horacio lets out a scream of anguish, as if the stomp had connected with him, like a dagger through the heart. Matthews simply grins as he hauls Horacio up to his feet and leads him back up the entrance ramp, throwing him into the set! Mortimer clatters to the ground before Matthews stares out to the crowd, who eagerly egg him on. Matthews picks up Mortimer once again, this time leading him towards the edge of the stage. Those who tuned in to LCW’s Wild Card event will know that Dominator proceeded to lead Matthews here with the intention of causing unfathomable harm. Matthews holds Mortimer in place, before kicking him in the gut and thrusting his head between his legs. The crowd roars. Matthews takes a moment to pull a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air and holding the cigarette between his lips… He hoists Horacio Mortimer up… and sends him FLYING OFF THE STAGE WITH A RELEASE POWERBOMB, STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLES OF ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT BELOW! Matthews punches the air in ecstasy as the crowd are going wild. Matthews takes a long toke of his cigarette before looking over the edge of the stage. Horacio is laying in a mangled position amidst the wiring and splinters of wood. Satisfied, Matthews takes one final drag before flicking the butt directly at Mortimer. He turns to walk away, only to see DOMINATOR barrelling right at him. Instinctively, Matthews drops down safely off the side of the stage before sprinting as far out of harm’s way as he can. Dominator pursues only a short distance, only to stop, drawn back by the motionless Horacio Mortimer. Dominator begins to throw debris out of the way like a dog digs dirt to find the bone it had hidden in the ground. Jerry Andrews: What an unprecedented assault from Johnny Matthews! Paramedics try to push past Dominator, but The Zenith guards Mortimer, untrusting of the medics’ capabilities. The medics plead with Dominator to let them pass. He looks back at the motionless Mortimer one final time before finally relenting. He looks distraught, running his hands across his face as the medics slowly slip past him. Dominator begins pacing, growing increasing more enraged with every passing second. The camera shows a shot of the mutilated Mortimer, the screen turns black and white to hide the severity of his injuries. Jerry Andrews: He’s hurt! He’s hurt BAD! Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews may have taken Horacio Mortimer out of the equation ahead of his Last Man Standing Match with Dominator at Return to Glory IX. With his manager out of commission, Dominator has suffered a REAL blow here tonight. Brilliant tactic by Matthews! Jerry Andrews: I can’t say I condone it, but you can’t say that Horacio Mortimer didn’t have it coming! Horacio Mortimer has been loaded onto a stretcher. He hasn’t moved since taking that Powerbomb off the stage. The medical team begin to wheel him to the backstage area with Dominator walking right alongside. As Horacio Mortimer is loaded into the back of the ambulance, Dominator plants his foot on the back of the ambulance and places his hand near one of the door’s hinges, attempting to embark alongside his manager and close friend. The paramedics inform him that they must leave immediately. They close the doors on Dominator before pulling away. He begins to pace once again, running his hands through his hair before letting out a deafening roar before grabbing a nearby crate with both hands. He lifts it high above his head before slamming it down forcefully onto the nearest car bonnet. Ace Anderson: Oh no! This is NOT good! Jerry Andrews: Dominator has LOST IT! Dominator grabs a nearby trash can and launches it through the air like a missile; a stream of garbage is strewn in place of a vapour trail. He turns to a nearby vehicle, pounding the metal door with his fist, creating a large dent in the metalwork. A group of officials surround Dominator, pleading for The Zenith to calm himself down. He lets out a roar of anger, grabbing two of the men in chokeholds before lifting them up in the air and planting them with a Double Chokeslam onto the concrete of the parking lot. He turns to another who was not fast enough to escape his wrath. He grabs him by the throat as well, but instead of planting him there and then, he mounts the car that he has damaged, ascending to the roof and stamping angrily on it, causing further damage. He lifts the official with one arm… holding him there… but he lowers him back onto his feet upon catching sight of someone… Grimm just stands there. Silently. Just watching. Dominator catches sight of Grimm, glaring at him with his eyes still consumed with rage. Grimm’s gorgon-like death-stare causes Dominator to slow his movements. He lets the official go, who quickly scarpers to safety. Grimm: “That’s quite enough.” Without any protest, Dominator simply takes a deep, long breath and closes his eyes. A moment of silence passes before The Zenith opens his eyes and simply nods at Grimm. The two walk away, side by side with work to be done. Jerry Andrews: What just happened!? How on Earth did Grimm soothe the savage beast? Ace Anderson: Whatever he did, he’s probably just saved some insurance companies from an even bigger payout! Jerry Andrews: You’ve got to wonder how key a role Grimm will play to Dominator’s mental state now that his manager Horacio Mortimer has been removed from the equation, especially with Johnny Matthews continuing to make The Underground King’s life a living hell! Pure Class Wrestling Trauma  Thursday, July 19th, 2018 Inside the ring, surrounded by the Faithful heathens that he has entertained for more than a decade and a half, Matthews retrieved the microphone and raised it to his shaded glare. He waits nearly a minute as they continue to chant and cheer for him. When they finally settle he clears his throat into the live microphone, sending feedback out of the speakers. Johnny Matthews: Let me tell you something, I have a lot I need to get off my fucking chest and there are a few people backstage that need to pay attention. Did any of you know that, in the last fifteen years, I have worked more than five-hundred matches? A dozen or so here and a dozen or so there, but a majority of those matches worked right here, in the Pure Class Arena? I know, in twelve years, I have only had about fifty matches here in this ring, but that's more than anywhere else. Matthews pounds the coffin nail to his kisser until it gives him a scorched kiss in return. He spits it to the mat and grinds it into the canvas under the toe of his boot before continuing. Johnny Matthews: I know in our time shared together I have been on a hiatus or two, but I've always returned to Pure Class Wrestling. I've been told to lead all of you to believe I have been away from the ring for this, that and the other because PCW refuses to acknowledge the existence of a bigger world outside of the Carolinas, but the Internet won't allow me to bluff any of you fuckers tonight. Most of you are aware that Seromine and Dominator recently invaded my supershow in Texas to get my attention. I've worked in New York, Boston and Miami all in the last two months. To attempt to make you believe any different would be idiotic. Like I said, a dozen matches here and a dozen more there, all in the name of entertaining you. The camera goes wide left, over the shoulders of a group of Faithful in the far section. In the ring, Matthews pulls the sunglasses from his face, folds them and hangs them in the neck of his T. Johnny Matthews: While I'm not quite finished entertaining you, I am going to wrap up my doing so actively competing within these ropes. I'm doing so over the next twelve months. I'm doing so to follow in my father’s footsteps; to follow his father's footsteps; to finally settle down in a promoter’s role and bring good old-fashioned wrasslin’ from Texas to the mainstream wrestling audience. The camera sweeps right and pans in on Matthews as he continues. Johnny Matthews: My last match won't be with Dominator, but it will be with Pure Class Wrestling next year at Living a Legacy. Between then and now, I plan on having a dozen or so matches here and there to close ties and work with some talent that I have never worked and always wanted to. Matthews’ bloodshot emeralds pierced the lense of the camera as he continued. Johnny Matthews: One of those matches will be against Dominator at Return to Glory on August nineteenth. Last man standing. That's me. I'm not going to make this easy for Dom, I've already eliminated his soundboard. Until it is you and I, man to man, right here, I will keep eliminating elements of your order until there absolutely isn't any. Chaos, you don't bode well. Catastrophe, you tend to fall apart. That is where I thrive, Man! And, Dom, as much as I'd like to take that big head off of your shoulders, I do not want your fucking crown. A collective gasp silenced the entire attendance. Everyone was shocked at what he had just said, their jaws on the floor as their eyes widened. Johnny Matthews: I've only held one championship title in these fifteen years and I don't want another one. My sole desire is to cut you down and leave you lying there. Plain and simple, I am going to stand over you like I did your mouthpiece last show. I am going to leave you, not broken, but damaged. You, Mortimer and Grimm’s mom will all feel the anguish of defeat for years. The sour taste of them Hungover Blues will ring in your head until the end of time. Long after I’ve concluded this End of the Road Tour, you will NEVER be the fucking same big guy. Count the days… “THANK-YOU JOHN-NY!” Matthews lowered the microphone as his music hit the speakers and Dallas Moore drove home with a growl, “I ain't no bad guy.” Matthews made his exit to one helluvan ovation. --- Dominator at the LAST possible second manages to get his shoulder off the mat. Ross wipes the blood out of his face while rolling onto his back. Champion and Challenger are down again. There’s commotion in the crowd! Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross nearly had thi---wait a minute---I can’t make out who is coming through… Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews is here! Jerry Andrews: WHAT IN THE HELL?! Can he not wait his damn turn?! Matthews is over the railing and into what’s left of the ring. Clad in black, he gets right in line with his arch nemesis. Clutched tight in his hand is the Underground Title. Matthews has some unsavory words for Dominator and one big piece of spit for the face plate. Matthews gets himself a wide swing like he had a Louisville slugger in hand...and HITS HOLDEN ROSS BY MISTAKE!! Dominator yanks Johnny by the collar of his leather jacket and without a second wasted, FLINGS him out towards the ramp. When Ross turns in Dominator’s direction, he is put THROUGH THE RING WITH ANACHRONISM!! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GAWWWD!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Dominator eventually emerges with A lifeless Holden Ross. He rolls him over for the cover. 1! 2! 3! The bell is called for and mercifully this one is OVAH! Sasha Greene: Here is the winner and STILL Underground Champion, Dominator! There is no rest for the weary, Matthews is heading back to the ring. Dominator gears up to face him. Jerry Andrews: I'm sorry folks, but that's all the time we have!!! Ace Anderson: No! DON'T CUT THE FEED NOW! This is...... Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 236: The Icey Awards Thursday August 2nd Dominator: You’ve screwed with me for the last time, John. I’m going to make you regret the day that you interfered in my business. You will regret all of the blindsided attacks, all the mind games, all the self grandeur and that terribly misconstrued perception that you can actually hold a candle to me. All of it… I’m going to force you to make amends… He smirks, looking at the bat once again. Dominator: …and I’m going to do that… RIGHT… NOW! With that, Dominator drops the microphone at ringside and marches up the entrance ramp, leaving a puzzled crowd behind him. Even as he strides through the curtain at the back of the stage, the cameras continue to follow him even as he descends the steps into the backstage corridors. Jerry Andrews: What is he talking about? He’s going to make Johnny Matthews make amends here tonight? What will this mean for their match at Return to Glory? Ace Anderson: Who knows? I guess we’re going to find out though. Dominator casually twirls the bat in his hands as he navigates the labyrinth of hallways. It takes a minute or more, but The Zenith eventually comes to a stop by a door with a sign above that reads “Parking Lot.” The Zenith grins. He steps through the door and immediately scours the area. He lets out another grin as he sees one vehicle that sticks out above all the others; a satin-black 1958 Ford pickup; a custom built marvel amongst the limos, production vehicles and 4X4s. Jerry Andrews: That’s Johnny Matthews’ truck; Sinister! Ace Anderson: What kind of douche nicknames a vehicle that? Jerry Andrews: Why don’t you say that to Johnny Matthews’ face? Ace Anderson: Are you calling him a douche? Jerry Andrews: What? No, I… I’m mean you call him a… y’know what, forget it. Apparently blinded from the potential consequences as a result of his own malice, Dominator lets out a wicked smirk before winding the baseball bat behind his back. He swings with all his might, shattering the driver’s window into a million shards as Matthews screams in agony to the damage done to the vehicle that is his pride and joy. Dominator takes a step forward, bolting the rounded tip of the bat into the windscreen so that hundreds of cracks ripple from the point of impact that a rock dropped onto a frozen lake. Jerry Andrews: This is NOT going to sit well with Johnny Matthews! Despite the damage that has been done, he does not look content. He tosses the baseball bat to the ground with a heavy clatter before walking to most central point of the vehicle’s side. He adjusts the waistline of his pants, pulling him up before reaching underneath Sinister‘s frame, bending his knees in preparation. Jerry Andrews: There’s no way… THERE’S NO WAY! Ace Anderson: He’s not going to do this, surely! Undeterred by the impossibility of the challenge set out for himself, The Zenith takes a long, deep breath before forcibly elevating himself. Dominator grunts and groans as he tries to lift Sinister off the ground. The chassis of the custom Ford pickup makes the same aggravated sounds. With a monumental amount of effort, Dominator lifts the vehicle so that both of the wheels either side of him are lifted off the ground! The truck is being lifted higher and higher with every passing second. Jerry Andrews: I can’t believe this! Dominator is lifting a vehicle that weighs about FOUR THOUSAND POUNDS! Ace Anderson: You actually know the weight of that thing? Man, get a hobby! The weight on the opposite side of Sinister is beginning to assist with the ease of which Dominator lifts it. There is a loud slamming sound from nearby. Dominator is inches away from tipping the vehicle over, when Dominator is suddenly clubbed from behind. It’s Johnny Matthews! Sinister comes crashing back down, somehow and luckily not crushing Dominator under its weight as he loses his grip. Matthews begins wailing on Dominator as he lands flat on his back. The Zenith is able to shift his weight so that he is on top pinning Matthews down on the concrete, The Underground King wraps his hands around Matthew’s throat, literally trying to strangle him! Officials rush to the scene, trying to pull Dominator off the top of Matthews. He releases his grip, only to swat at the officials. Matthews takes the opportunity to jam his thumb right into Dominator’s eye. The Zenith roars in pain as Matthews wriggles free, crawling over to where the baseball bat had landed. He clutches it in his hands and pushes himself back out to his feet. Before he has the chance to attack, more officials arrive on the scene and try to restrain Matthews. Refusing to let this chance slip by him to inflict his revenge on behalf of Sinister, Matthews thwacks one of the officials with the bat Jerry Andrews: It is complete pandemonium out there! Someone needs to stop this! All of a sudden, what seems to be the entire PCW roster rush out into the parking lot. Holden Ross, High Tide, Razor Blade, Tyrone Smith, Muscles Malone, and many others. They are able to come between the two, but Dominator and Johnny Matthews both attempt to fight off those that are blocking them. The situation seems to come to a stop. The carnage seems to have finally died down. As the bodies begin to make way, we see that Grimm is here, standing in front of Dominator, while Stormm has arrived to hold Johnny Matthews back. The Black Hand stare daggers through Notorious between the sea of PCW superstars separating them. Jerry Andrews: This whole situation has boiled over! We’re out of time folks… we will see YOU at RETURN TO GLORY!

Sasha Greene: The following match is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!

The crowd roars.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the challenger….

“NO TOR I OUS!”

The Pure Class Arena lights go pitch black as the huge red letters on the PCWTron fade and the screen goes black. Again, the word echoes high in the rafters, even louder.

“NO TOR I OUS!”

The crowd speckle the darkness with the LEDs of their mobile devices.

Sasha Greene: …from Corpus Christi, Texas, he weighs in at 218 pounds, from Drifting State to State, he is JOHNNY MATTHEWS! 

Matthews makes his way down to the ring. He is banged up and looks gnarly. His face, arms, shoulders, back and legs are bruised from a log chain match that took place in another promotion. Above his right eye is steri-strips, nose is way out of alignment and lip has a permanent gash.

Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews definitely looks a little worse for wear tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Well, if this match turns out the way I expect it to turn out, he’s about to have a few more battle scars when it’s all said and done.

Ace Anderson: Still, going into a match like this - against an opponent like Dominator - at less than 100% isn't good for Johnny Matthews.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe he shouldn't be wrestling for other promotions then.

Matthews enters the ring. There’s a look of anger on his face. He paces back-and-forth inside the ring, awaiting his opponent. He doesn’t have to wait long.

The lights slowly fade to black. Flashes of cameras give intermittent glimmers of the darkened surroundings. There is a moment of silence as the crowd awaits with anticipation. The Tron slowly illuminates with the image of a ticking clock as the opening drum beats to Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. As the first verse begins to play, he finally appears on the top of the stage…

…DOMINATOR…

The Zenith glares towards the crowd massed to his left, then to his right before slowly raising his left arm into the air, revealing a gold plated watch that envelopes his wrist. A shower of orange sparks begin to fall from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the Entrance Video as Dominator shows off his bulging biceps to the crowd.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground King…

He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble. He makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arms in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting them with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.

Sasha Greene: … hailing from Salisbury, England and weighing in at 365 pounds: DOMINATOR!!!

He cricks his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship

Last Man Standing Match
Dominator (PCW Underground 🤴) vs Johnny Matthews
Referee: Eric Russo

The bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go folks… we’ve been waiting for this one for a while. These two guys hate each other and only one of them will be standing by the time we’re done tonight.

Ace Anderson: This is going to be a hellacious match. I can just feel it.

Matthew runs towards Dominator as soon as it sounds, flying through the air with a crossbody. Dominator catches him in mid-air and slams him into the mat with a side slam.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews trying to catch Dominator off-guard with that move… but it didn’t work.

Ace Anderson: And now Dominator is in control. It’s scary when Dominator is in control.

The massive Underground King pulls Matthews up, only to send him back down to the mat with a huge one arm chokeslam.

Jerry Andrews: My God! That could have snapped him in half!

Ace Anderson: Remember, in this match there are no pinfalls, there are no submissions, there are certainly no count outs or disqualifications. There is just one way to win: You have to beat your opponent so badly that they cannot get to their feet by a ten count.

Jerry Andrews: And Dominator is already working on that.

Ace Anderson: He certainly seems to be the fresher man here tonight, which could bode very well for him and his chances.

Matthews uses the ropes to pull himself up as the referee’s count reaches four. Dominator shoves Matthews through the ropes, where he hits the floor with a thud. The referee leaves the ring and starts to count, but Matthews is up at five. Dominator leaves the ring. He takes a few steps towards Matthews, but Johnny hits him with an elbow to the jaw. Matthews now takes a step back and charges, hitting Dominator with a clothesline that staggers the big man, but he does not go down.

Matthews hits another clothesline. And another. Dominator finally falls, landing spine first on the steel ring steps. Matthews takes this opportunity to reach under the ring and pull out a steel chair. As Dominator rises, Matthews slugs him the stomach with the weapon. He then cracks the chair across Dominator’s spine. And again. And again. And again. Dominator falls to the floor, but Matthews continues to unload on him with chair shots.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews is just brutalizing Dominator now!

Ace Anderson: That’s what you have to do to win a match like this!

Matthews finally stops the assault, allowing the referee to begin counting. At a count of six, Dominator is up to one knee, using the apron to pull himself up. Matthews doesn’t wait for him to stand, he starts unloading on him with chair shots once again.

Ace Anderson: Smart move! Dominator was going to be up by the ten count, so Matthews pounced on him while he still could!

With Dominator slumped on the apron, Matthews starts clearing off the nearby announce table.

Jerry Andrews: This match got out of control FAST, but I guess we should have expected that!

Ace Anderson: Please, please spare our table! I need a place to keep my drink!

With the table cleared, Johnny Matthews grabs Dominator and slams him head-first into it. He then throws him on top of the table as Ace and Jerry get the hell out of the way. Matthews climbs onto the table himself, and he sets Dominator up, hoping to piledrive him through it, but Dominator powers out and he slugs Matthews right in the face. Matthews is staggered, and Dominator takes advantage, grabbing his opponent, setting him up… and hitting The Namesake through the table!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my…. Holy sh…..

Both wrestlers are down. The commentary team is silenced by an apparent technical problem, but the crowd finishes Jerry’s sentence for him:

HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!

The referee starts to count both men down. At five, Dominator slowly rises to his feet. He staggers backwards and leans on the ringside barrier. Johnny Matthews uses another section of the barrier to pull himself up at eight, meaning the match will continue.

Suddenly, Dominator runs at Matthews and hits him with a violent tackle, sending both men crashing through the barrier and into the Pure Class Faithful!

HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!

As the chants ring out again, the Eric Russo starts to count both men once more. Dominator rises at five once again, but Matthews is struggling.

Six….
Seven…..

Matthews is on his knees now, crawling.

Eight….
Nine…..

Matthews uses a chair from the crowd to help himself stand JUUUUUUST before ten and the match continues. Dominator again charges at Matthews, but this time Johnny swings the chair that he’s holding, cracking his opponent right in the head. The force of the attack sends Matthews down to the floor as well, and both men are down once more.

Jerry Andrews: Hello? Are we back on? Hello?

Ace Anderson: Can anyone hear me?

Their headsets are working, but it’s still difficult to hear the announce team as the crowd is on their feet cheering. This time Matthews gets to his feet at six, staggering backwards but still able to stand.

Seven…..
Eight…..

Dominator is up now, and Matthews is all over him, swinging away with the chair. Dominator tries to cover up, but Matthews is relentless, unloading on him with violent shots. Dominator staggers backwards and falls, landing on several chairs in the audience. Matthews throws the chair at him. The referee starts to count once again.

By six, Dominator starts to stir. Matthews doesn’t wait for him to get to his feet. When Dominator rises to one knee at seven, Matthews immediately runs at him. The gamble doesn’t pay off as Dominator gets up and drives Matthews down onto the chairs with a spinebuster!

Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews tried to get a jump on Dominator, but Dominator just crushed him with the spinebuster.

Jerry Andrews: And he crushed about five or six chairs too! Thank goodness Pure Class Security has cleared the Faithful out of that area. It’s chaos in this arena right now.

Six….
Seven…..
Eight….

Jerry Andrews: Somehow Johnny Matthews is back on his feet!

Dominator approaches him. Matthews responds with a kick to the stomach, followed by a big elbow to the face. Matthews now charges at him!

Crowd: HELL-BOW!

But no, Dominator avoids it, reverses it, and….

Jerry Andrews: SIDE SLAM ONTO THE CHAIRS!!!

Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews is a mangled mess on the floor! This has to be it!

Matthews writhes in agony as Dominator slowly gets to his feet. As the referee reaches six, Matthews somehow gets to one knee.

Seven…..
Eight…..
Nine…..

Johnny Matthews gets to his feet! Barely… and not for long. He falls back down again. This time, he manages to stand at seven. Dominator is on him, kicking him in the stomach and setting him up for a powerbomb! Matthews drops to his knees and….

Jerry Andrews: Low blow!

Ace Anderson: Ouch! But it’s all legal!

With Dominator staggered, Matthews gets up and staggers away from him, farther into the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Where the hell is Johnny Matthews going?

Matthews returns, carrying a piece of the barrier that separates the different sections of the crowd. Dominator turns to face him, and Matthews runs him over with the barrier, knocking him down to the floor! Dominator slowly gets up at five, and Matthews grabs him by the back of the head. He drags him through the audience, finally slamming him face-first into a different part of the barrier. Matthews then throws Dominator through a set of doors.

Ace Anderson: He’s out in the concourse now! Get a camera out there!

After several moments of confusion and crowd shots, a camera person has apparently been dispatched to the arena concourse, where Johnny Matthews and Dominator are now brawling. Dominator gets the upper hand and he grabs Matthews and hits him with a running powerslam… right onto the table at a souvenir stand!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: I know! Someone save the merchandise!

Jerry Andrews: What!?

Ace Anderson: The more t-shirts they sell, the more money we make!

Jerry Andrews: Wait… you get a cut of merchandise sales?

Ace Anderson: You don’t?

Jerry Andrews: I need to talk to my agent. Anyway, also, Johnny Matthews is really hurt.

Dominator staggers up and walks a few feet, before stopping to rest by a refreshment stand. He grabs a bottle of water, opens it, and pours it over his head. The employee working the stand tries to tell Dominator that he now owes him $2.50, but Dominator shoves him backwards, sending him tumbling over and down to the floor.

Ace Anderson: Dominator’s right $2.50 for a small bottle of water is pretty outrageous.

Johnny Matthews BARELY makes it up at nine, staggering around for a moment before finding his bearings and slowly walking towards Dominator. Dominator grabs a large Coke from the stand and throws it right in Matthews’ face. Dominator then runs at him, knocking him down with a big boot.

Dominator then pulls Matthews up, but Johnny Matthews hits him with a chinbreaker. Matthews then takes a step back and runs, knocking Dominator over with a clothesline. He then walks through the concourse for a while, eventually finding a ladder! You can hear the pop from the crowd as he takes the ladder back to Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no….

Matthews drives the ladder into Dominator’s midsection, doubling him over. He then slugs him again, sending him down to the floor. Matthews now sets up the ladder and he starts to climb.

Jerry Andrews: No, no, no…. Johnny….. what are you thinking? Why are you doing this?

Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews wants to eliminate Dominator. He wants to brutalize him the way Dominator brutalized his truck!

Jerry Andrews: Come on! It’s just a truck!

Ace Anderson: JUST A TRUCK!? Sinister is a satin-black, custom-built 1958 Ford and Dominator ruined her!

As Dominator stands up, Matthews flies off the ladder!

Jerry Andrews: Crossbody off the ladder!

Ace Anderson: But Dominator catches Matthews mid-air…. and a big slam into the concrete floor!

Both men remain down for a while. Slowly Dominator gets up at five. And somehow – somehow – Johnny Matthews follows at eight and a half.

Dominator grabs Matthews by the head and he throws him back through the doors, back inside the bowl of the arena. Matthews tumbles down some steps and remains motionless on the floor. As Dominator approaches him, Matthews throws a chair at him, hitting him right in the head. Matthews gets up now and he absolutely RUINS a chair, cracking it right over Dominator’s head, splitting him open.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Johnny Matthews has done incredible damage with steel chairs here tonight and that last shot could have killed!

Dominator falls to the floor with a thud. Johnny Matthews slowly starts to make his way back to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Johnny Matthews thinks this one is over and he’s heading to the ring to celebrate his victory.

Ace Anderson: Did you see that chair shot? I think this one is over as well. Dominator’s going to need medical assistance.

Somehow Dominator struggles to his feet JUST after nine, beating the count.

Jerry Andrews: HOW ON EARTH IS HE STANDING!?

Watching from ringside, Johnny Matthews immediately reaches under the ring as soon as he sees Dominator get to his feet. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. He pulls out another table. And another. He then grabs a steel trash can and a fire extinguisher while he down there. Dominator slowly walks through the crowd, as Matthews stands at ringside, armed with the fire extinguisher, egging him on.

“COME ON!!!! COME ON!!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Is Johnny Matthews taunting Dominator!? That doesn’t seem wise.

Ace Anderson: But it does fit his personality exactly. I wouldn’t expect any less from him.

As Dominator climbs over the barrier and approaches the ringside area, Matthews sprays fire extinguisher foam into his face. With Dominator temporarily blinded, Matthews runs at him, clocking him in the head with the fire extinguisher.

Johnny Matthews then climbs into the ring. Dominator is still down, but Matthews isn’t wasting any time setting up some tables, just in case. He props one up in the corner. Sets another up in the center of the ring, and then sets up another right beside it. Dominator slowly pulls himself up, using the ring apron, beating the count at eight. He then rolls into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Dominator just absorbed two straight massive blows to the head. He’s gotta just be getting up on instinct now.

As Dominator enters the ring, Matthews unloads on him with a series of stomps. He then pulls him up. Dominator shoves Johnny Matthews back. Matthews charges at him Dominator shoves him back again. Matthews charges back and Dominator clotheslines him down to the mat! Dominator then drops an elbow and he unloads on Matthews with punches!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is still in this match!

Dominator stands up and he waits for Matthews to get to his feet. When he does, Dominator clotheslines him back down to the mat. Dominator now hits a leg drop! He pulls Matthews up and sends him right back down to the mat with a few punches to the face. Johnny Matthews rolls out of the ring to compose himself!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator REALLY taking it to Matthews now. Matthews’s left the ring to avoid more punishment!

Ace Anderson: I know we’ve seen Dominator go through some brutal matches in his time here in PCW, but I’m shocked that he’s still able to fight after what he’s been through.

Matthews stands on the apron and he lifts his leg to step over the ropes. Dominator charges at him, but Matthews drops back down to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Matthews is taking his time now. He’s endured a lot of punishment here and he wants to get every advantage he can.

Ace Anderson: Plus, he might frustrate Dominator and throw him off his game.

Jerry Andrews: Or send him into a murderous rage. Either, it’s an interesting game plan for Johnny Matthews at this stage of the match.

Matthews now again climbs to the apron. Dominator charges at him again, but this time Matthews grabs his head, then he drops down to the floor, dropping Dominators’ throat across the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Ace Anderson: Brilliant!

Matthews smiles on the outside. He now rolls into the ring where Dominator is lying on the mat, clutching his throat. Matthews hits Dominator with a swift kick to the ribs. He then drops an elbow on him. From there Matthews pulls Dominator to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut to the face! Matthews now hits Dominator with a forearm shot to the throat! The Underground King clutches his throat again and Matthews clotheslines him down to the mat! Matthews kicks his repeatedly, sending him rolling under the ropes to the outside. Matthews follows him outside.

Jerry Andrews: Both men outside now!

Ace Anderson: Matthews seems to be targeting Dominator’s throat now, and that’s a smart move, if he can’t breathe, he can’t stand.

Matthews grabs Dominator and he pulls him to his feet. Matthews now slams him throat first onto the guardrail!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: Matthews trying to break Dominator’s neck!

Dominator struggles on the floor, clutching his throat and coughing. Johnny Matthews kicks him in the ribs again. Dominator uses the barrier to slowly pull himself up at a count of seven. Matthews drops him with a clothesline. He then grabs a camera cable from under the ring and tries to tie it around Dominator’s legs!

Jerry Andrews: Now Johnny Matthews is trying to tie Dominator’s legs together!

Ace Anderson: Smart! There’s no way he’ll be able to stand up then!

Matthews gets the cable tied around one leg, but Dominator kicks him away with the other. Dominator slowly stands up, but Matthews runs at him….. HELL-BOW! This time it connects and Dominator hits the floor hard.

One…
Two….
Three…
Four…
Five….

Dominator is up, but Matthews grabs him and slams him head first into the ring apron. Matthews now climbs onto the apron. With Dominator slouched over the apron, Matthews delivers a leg drop, landing on his opponent’s back, and snapping his throat against the apron!

Jerry Andrews: MY GOD! Dominator could have serious problems with his throat out there!

Ace Anderson: If he can’t get air, he doesn’t stand much of a chance in this match. Matthews has effectively taken Dominator’s size and power advantage away from him with these attacks to his head and throat.

Dominator falls to the floor in a heap, clutching his throat. Matthews waits, but Dominator manages to stand up at seven. Matthews charges at him, but suddenly Dominator catches Matthews around the throat and he sends him down to the floor with a chokeslam!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator with a chokeslam!

Dominator bends over, still holding his throat. He then stands up and he grabs Matthews. Dominator throws Matthews into the ring and follows. He now hits Matthews with a leg drop! Dominator now pulls Matthews to his feet. He lifts him up and hits him with a running powerslam right through the table set up in the corner!

Ace Anderson: Well… I guess setting up that table wasn’t a smart move by Matthews after all!

Dominator stands up, still holding his throat. Matthews stays down as the referee counts:

Six…..
Seven….
Eight…
Nine….

Jerry Andrews: Ten! No!

Ace Anderson: Matthews just barely got up!

Dominator quickly grabs Matthews and he Irish whips him across the ring, into the corner. Dominator now runs at him and he hits him with a clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Vicious clothesline by Dominator! I think he’s got this match back in his control now!

Ace Anderson: I don’t know, he still seems like his throat is hurting him a lot, that could be the difference here. And look at how much blood he’s lost. He’s a mess.

Matthews stumbles out of the corner and Dominator hits him with a clothesline to the back of the head, sending him crashing into the mat! Dominator is gasping for breath. He slowly makes it over to the ropes and stands up. He leans on the ropes, trying to get some air into his body.

Ace Anderson: It is so hard to compete at this level when even breathing is difficult.

Matthews gets back to his feet now. Dominator walks over to him and he grabs him in a chokehold. Dominator grabs Johnny with both hands and he lifts him into the air!

Ace Anderson: He’s choking the life out of him!

Jerry Andrews: Now Dominator is the one making it tough for Matthews to breathe!

Ace Anderson: These guys are literally trying to stop one another from breathing to win this match!

Finally, Dominator drops Matthews down to the mat. Dominator walks towards him now, but Matthews kicks him in the knee, slowing him down. Dominator stumbles, but he keeps walking forward. Johnny Matthews now catches him and he hits him with a drop toehold!

Matthews slowly stands up. Dominator isn’t far behind.

Jerry Andrews: How are these two guys still getting back up?

Ace Anderson: This feud is bitter and personal and neither man wants to lose.

Jerry Andrews: Sure, but the human body can only take so much!

Suddenly Dominator grabs onto Matthews’s waist! He now falls backwards, throwing Matthews over his head, through the ropes, and to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! Where did THAT come from!?

Ace Anderson: Damn!

Dominator lies on the mat, still clutching his throat. Johnny Matthews lies outside the ring. The referee counts:

One…
Two….
Three….
Four….
Five….

Slowly Dominator gets up to his feet, using the ropes.

Six….
Seven…
Eight…..

Johnny Matthews is standing up now as well.

Suddenly, Dominator is on the top rope…… TWISTING MOONSAULT!!!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! Out of NO WHERE! HOW DID A MAN THE SIZE OF DOMINATOR DO THAT!?

Ace Anderson: … wow….

Dominator now explodes on Matthews with a series of punches to the head! He now stands up and waits to see if Matthews gets to his feet. He does at a count of six. Dominator picks Matthews up and he launches him into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Wait… the PCW Faithful caught Johnny Matthews and they’re crowd surfing him!

Matthews is surfed through the crowd for a while and then finally he returns to the ringside area…. And he’s holding a chair!

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews got a chair from the crowd!

Matthew swings the chair… and Dominator kicks it out of his hands, sending it crashing into Johnny Matthews’ face! Matthews stumbles around ringside, until Dominator grabs him and slides him into the ring. He follows Matthews in. Johnny Matthews is backing off now, sliding across the ring to avoid Dominator. A new cut has developed on his face now, thanks to the chair. Dominator is clutching his throat, walking towards Matthews slowly. As Dominator walks towards Matthews, Matthews catches him in a drop toehold again! Dominator swiftly kicks Matthews in the face and uses the ropes to hold himself up!

Jerry Andrews: Not this time!

Dominator now hits Matthews with another kick to the face! He now pulls Matthews up, and hits him with a sidewalk slam! The referee starts to count:
One…
Two….
Three….
Four….

Dominator slowly stands up, and Matthews is right behind him. Dominator now sets him up and delivers a powerbomb! Both men are down now!

Jerry Andrews: POWERBOMB!

Ace Anderson: But that took a lot out of Dominator as well!

One….
Two….
Three….
Four….

Dominator now uses the ropes to stand up. Johnny Matthews is slowly standing up as well. Dominator grabs him by the head and DDTs him down to the mat! Both men are down again. Dominator gets to his feet first. He hits Matthews with ANOTHER DDT! Matthews is split open now!

Jerry Andrews: Matthews is bleeding as well now!

Ace Anderson: He got busted open bad by that DDT!

Jerry Andrews: I think the cut started from the chair to the face and it’s been ripped wipe open by the DDT.

Dominator stands up and Matthews slowly rises as well, beating the ten count…. But Dominator grabs him!

Jerry Andrews: Anachronism!!!!

Ace Anderson: Through TWO TABLES IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Both men are down. Blood covers both of their faces. They struggle to move as the referee counts.

One…
Two….
Three….
Four….

Slowly Dominator rises to one knee.

Five….
Six….

Matthews rolls over, crawling towards the ropes.

Seven…..
Eight…..
Nine….

Dominator is on his feet!

Ten! Matthews clutches the bottom rope, but he can’t get to his feet by the ten count!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator wins!

Ace Anderson: My God it is mercifully over!

Dominator falls back to the mat and both men are down  again as the bell rings. The referee enters the ring with the title and Dominator slowly pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Matthews rolls over, exhausted and bleeding, as Dominator is handed the title.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men went through a war tonight and Dominator remains the King of the Underground!

Dominator walks over and plants his foot on Matthews’ chest before raising the title into the air.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 230 April 6, 2018 As the fans rally behind the Transgressor, he screams for a woozy Gabriel to rise to his feet, even though he remains in a bloody daze all his own. Being fueled by pure adrenaline, Tyler runs at Gabriel and knocks him down with a wicked clothesline! Gabriel rises again, but a Back Elbow sends him tumbling to the canvas. Tyler whips Gabriel to the ropes, but Gabriel reverses, sending Tyler flying instead. Gabriel ducks down for a back body drop, but Tyler manages to sidestep him, then cradle his arms… X-Plex! Jerry Andrews: Cross-armed X-plex, driving Gabriel into the mat! Wobbling to his feet, the punch-drunk Gabriel tries to elbow his way free from a second X-plex, but Tyler ducks an oncoming shot and HURLS him with the second one! Ace Anderson: Where does he gets this from?! While Ace Anderson is left to ponder such a quandary, Tyler slowly ascends the turnbuckles while shaking off the feelings of grogginess that have come with so many blows to the head. Suddenly, though, Kyle Shane, affording a sudden mix of determination that only a tough decision can come to, starts walking over to the turnbuckles. He catches Tyler Scott's eye, and he shouts at Tyler. Tyler, still sitting on the top rope, looks down at Kyle, who tells him that he's screwing up his field. Tyler Scott has no idea what Kyle is on about, but Kyle's distraction irks him. He motions for Kyle to get the hell out of his sight. Suddenly, their argument is cut short as Gabriel beans Tyler in the head rather stiffly, knocking Tyler so hard that he almost falls off, but slumps down to a seated position on the top rope. His body therefore gives no more resistance when Gabriel pulls his head out in midair, and he hooks Tyler's head under his arm as he sits on the rope with him, before taking Tyler down with a sick looking headlock driver from the top rope. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 May 24, 2018 Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. He then picks up a microphone and starts to speak. Kyle Shane: Okay... look... I know that a lot of people aren't entirely happy with me right now, but, come on.... I'm just having some fun and keeping things interesting. You know me, I'm... Before Shane can finish his thought, 'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers. Move back this wrecking ball, Rips through the blackest hole, Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp. He enters the ring and take the microphone right out of Kyle Shane's hand. Tyler Scott: The fun's over, Kyle. I haven't had the best run recently, but a lot of that's had to do with you. So, before you come out here giving everyone some "aw shucks I'm just having fun" speech, I have something that I want to say. You see... Suddenly, Tyler Scott surprises Shane with a huge right hand to the face that drops the champion. Scott bends down and picks up the PCW World Title. He's about to raise it up in the air, when Shane tackles him down to the mat. The two start trading blows as security rushes out to the ring. Living a Legacy X Sunday June 10, 2018 Jerry Andrews: What a main event match. We've seen some battles Living a Legacy history, for sure, and this main event World Title match will stand up there with them. Ace Anderson: I don't know about that, yet, Jerry. We still need a winner, and neither one of these men looks sure of what to do just yet. Tyler, being the first to recover, paces around as Kyle is on his knees, and Kyle is looking defeated. Kyle's shoulders are slumped, blood is running down over his eye, and he is breathing heavily as he is on his knees in front of Tyler, then a nasty snarl crosses Kyle's face, saying "You're nothing but a never will be." Tyler cocks his head, a smirk crossing his face, as he can be heard to be mouthing back to Kyle's weary trash talk. Tyler Scott: Oh, is that right? Kyle Shane: Do it, you don't have the guts to do it, you're nothing. Tyler Scott: Nothing? Kyle Shane: Finish me, come on... Do it! Tyler, having put up with Shane's inane taunting and antics all night, has finally reached a point where enough is enough. He snarls, and his foot bounces and vibrates, tuning up for a killing blow of a Switchblade superkick. Tyler steps back a few steps, and his foot is incoming to behead Kyle Shane, but then... Kyle Shane springs to LIFE, coming up and pivoting on one foot as he pretty much buries the bottom of his heel right into the jaw of Tyler Scott. Tyler, who had been rushing in for the superkick, does not get the chance to connect with it, as he basically ran RIGHT into a roundhouse spin kick on his own. Tyler is hit with such force that he leaves his feet and flings backwards. Jerry Andrews: Tyler is going for yet another Switchblade Superkick, and - NO!! VATS!! Kyle Shane drew Tyler RIGHT INTO THE VATS!! Kyle Shane goes down like he's been shot, unable to support weight on his knee. He grimaces in pain, holding his knee and stretching it out on the mat. Ace Anderson: Tyler thought Kyle's defeated taunting was daring him to give him one last superkick, but instead he was baiting him right into a trap, and he kicked Tyler's freaking head off with that VATS. Jerry Andrews: Kyle's game plan did pay off! Moving by scooting back on his butt, Kyle scoots over and drapes a hand on the chest of Tyler Scott. The referee counts this as a pin. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, AND STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... KYLE SHANE!!! The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begin playing as Kyle lays on his back, near tears from the pain, but forcing himself to sit up, and even bend the knee. He looks over at Tyler, who is still laid out on the mat. The referee hands Kyle the World Title belt, and a happy, relieved smile breaks over Kyle's face like a damn and he hugs the championship tight. Jerry Andrews: What a title defense! What a match! Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane turned back the threat of a game Tyler Scott, who seriously has to have seen his stock in this company rise with this performance. Jerry Andrews: He took the World Champion to the limit, and had him beaten, until he fell into Kyle's defense trap game. Tyler is being revived by the referee, and he sits up, staring in disbelief. He doesn't remember the hit that took him down. He looks around wildly, yelling at everyone. Kyle Shane, however, is limping still, but even on one leg he's proud to hold his World Title belt up. Jerry Andrews: That was incredible, and... WE'RE NOT DONE YET! Ace Anderson: That's right, folks, we've got the final of the..... Jerry Andrews: Wait a second... what's this? Tyler Scott is still sitting in the ring, with his head in his hands, when Seromine arrives on the scene. Scott is devastated at the loss, and he doesn't see the preacher enter the ring. Jerry Andrews: What is he doing down here!? Seromine sits on the ropes and motions towards Scott. Scott looks up and sees Seromine holding the ropes for him. Scott hesitates for a moment and then slowly walks over. He walks through the ropes and leaves the ring. Seromine smiles and walks behind him. Tyler Scott has his head down the entire way. Seromine places his hand on Tyler's shoulder for a moment before allowing Scott to walk back through the curtain ahead of him. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday, July 19th, 2018 Kyle Shane: But... But, but... before you think that my business is all rehashing the developments with Michaels, I have other concerns. Because Notorious aren't the only group of toilet breaks running wild on this show. And it's high time I address the elephant in the room, this drama with Tyler Scott, Gabriel, and Seromine. Kyle reaches for, and is handed by the timekeeper, the World title belt, and he holds it in his hands. Kyle Shane: When I was going in to Living A Legacy fighting for my own honor and this World Title, Tyler Scott was running backstage trying to find Seromine. And it's obvious he listened to Seromine's pitch and decided to hear him out because every week now, we get some of this "Is he or isn't he" drama with Tyler and the followers. Is he a member of the punch bowl brigade, is he going to shave that patchy beard and get an Amish set-up just like Gabriel, is he going to come out in one of those masks. Is Tyler going to relegate himself to just a foot soldier for Seromine? I think we need to examine this. Kyle flips the strap of the title over his shoulder. Kyle Shane: Is Tyler giving up his spot, after he fought me like a man and lost after giving it his best shot? Just like Seromine expected Gabriel to just lay down for him in the semi-finals of The Icemann Invitational. Gabriel refused, and he was beaten down mercilessly for his transgression... and yet he persevered, and he got past Seromine when Seromine saw to his surprise that he wasn't getting an easy win handed to him for once. Gabriel went to the finals... and Gabriel failed against Grimm. So you have two acolytes, Seromine, two men who are currying for your favor... who went in to Living A Legacy trying to give it their all, and who fell short. And then there's you. Kyle looks stone cold into the camera, his free hand resting on the title belt. Kyle Shane: From the moment I won this title in December at Collision Course I've known that I'm on a course to collide back with you at some point. Even if you haven't earned it through merit you have weaseled and connived through your followers, you've browbeaten them into thinking they owe it to you. That you are their path to success. So I'm saying this right now, I'm watching all of this, Seromine. The segments with the followers. Tyler and Gabriel. All of it. And I'm not going to sit back and wait for you to build your power up. I'm going to do something about it. Just like I'm going to do something about Johnny and Stormmy. I've proven my case here... it takes everything you idiots have got to knock me down once... but I always get back up. And I am here to stay. This... IS. MY. SHOW. He brings the mic close to his lips so they touch it, and his eyes are the most intent and focused we've seen on Kyle Shane in half a year. Kyle Shane: Get ready. Kyle flips the mic between his fingers, letting it tumble to the mat, and then he slings the title down and slides between the ropes, exiting around the ring. He holds his hands and the World title belt up, receiving a huge reaction from the crowd. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 236: The Icey Awards Thursday August 2nd Back at the Peace Center, Seromine is back on the stage to present the next award. SEROMINE: Most inspirational. Matthew 5:16 says "In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." The nominees are: SEROMINE KYLE SHANE GABRIEL DOMINATOR JOHNNY MATTHEWS SEROMINE: And the winner is… GABRIEL and KYLE SHANE. It is a tie... Seromine does not seem pleased that Kyle Shane is being recognized for being inspirational. Nonetheless, Shane walks to the stage from the right while Gabriel walks in from the left. Gabriel stops and stands behind Seromine. Shane is about to attack the duo when he's stopped by security. Either way, it would be Shane by himself facing off against Gabriel, Seromine and twelve Followers, so the odds aren't exactly in his favor. The uncomfortable situation gets more uncomfortable when Tyler Scott makes his way to the stage. Scott and Gabriel stand side-by-side, Seromine in front of them, the Followers behind them. A dozen extra members of Pure Class Security rush out to contain the situation. They manage to surround the Followers, but in the chaos Scott and Gabriel jump forward and attack Shane! It's a two-on-one until.... Gerard Angelo arrives to even the odds! But those odds aren't even for long as Seromine now jumps into the fray to keep the numbers advantage. With the Followers still battling with security, Shane and Angelo fight against Seromine, Gabriel, and Tyler Scott. The numbers game starts to get the best of the duo when.... Justin "Stormm" Michaels appears out of nowhere, attacking Seromine! He pulls him off of the stage and throws him into the audience. Gabriel and Scott are distracted by this, and Kyle Shane takes advantage, clocking Scott in the head. Scott and Shane brawl, with their battle eventually ending up in the backstage area. Meanwhile, Gabriel and Seromine take on Gerard Angelo and Justin Michaels in front of the stage. The battles rage on for several minutes, with the Followers tying up most of the security team. Finally, more security guards rush out to get things under control as the show heads to commercial.

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! It is for the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship!!

Jerry Andrews: The anticipation has been building all night, Tyler Scott is feeling like it is his night.

Ace Anderson: Tyler feels like he took the champ to the limit at Living A Legacy, and, in his mind, he is only one three count away from being the best wrestler in the world.

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?

'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers.

Move back this wrecking ball,

Rips through the blackest hole,

Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.

Sasha Greene: Now, making his way to the ring, weighing 225lbs, from London, England... TYLER SCOTT!!

He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the centre where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities before beginning warming up for the upcoming contest.

Jerry Andrews: As in the past few weeks, the big question tonight is, how much influence with Seromine and the Followers have?

Ace Anderson: Well you know counting Tyler as his convert, and continuing to spread his influence, the only thing Seromine wants is to bring back that World Title that Kyle Shane robbed him of back in December.

Jerry Andrews: To Seromine, though. I highly doubt that he wants the glory to go to anyone but him.

Ace Anderson: For Tyler's part, though, he remains the same rough, edgy bastard he was before. I think he has his own thoughts about the matter.

Sasha Green: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, he weighs in at 218 lbs... the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion... KYLE SHANE!!

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a mail and leather overcoat in the style of the Ursine School Gear. From behind his back, sheathed like a sword, Kyle Shane begins drawing a particular weapon as if he's bringing Excalibur from it's pommel... it shines vibrant, Sith-Lord red in the darkness! It's the famed Game Boyz BAT-SABER!!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has brought his monster fighting weapon, he has drawn the legendary Bat-saber from it's resting place!

Ace Anderson: I... it's just a custom painted bat? I don't -

Jerry Andrews: It's an equalizer! In case Seromine's Followers get involved!

Brandishing the Bat-saber over his head like a sword, Shane tilts his head back with a broad, cheese-eating grin. The crowd goes insane. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge:

"And how could anyone

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine

You with someone else that I have felt and seen

I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest

Looking right through the lens

From winter brings the spring again"

There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Game Changer, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, removing the mail and leather coat over his ring gear, and he holds the Bat-saber in front of him and gives it a smooch for good luck before setting it aside.

Jerry Andrews: As Kyle referenced, he has all he needs to put Tyler down and send a message to Seromine.

Ace Anderson: In his mind, Tyler is yet another pawn of Seromine, and this war does not end until he gets to the big man.

Jerry Andrews: He'll have to go through Tyler first. And Tyler looks ready to go.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship
Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) vs Tyler Scott
Referee: Ed Lane

Flashbulbs flicker throughout the entire building as Tyler and Kyle stand on opposite sides of the ring from each other. Tyler and Shane walk out to the center of the ring where each man stares into the eyes of the other as the crowd starts to get louder and louder. The two men back away before circling each other where they look to lock up center ring. Both men jockey for position before Shane drives a knee into the right ribs of Tyler causing the Scott to break the lock up and stagger back into the ropes. Tyler snarls across the battleground at Kyle before coming off the ropes where they lock up once again. Kyle backs Tyler up into the ropes where the referee calls for and gets a clean break from Shane. Kyle makes his way back out to the center of the ring where he waits for Tyler. Tyler walks back out to the center of the ring where they look to lock up again, Tyler manages to duck the lock up while taking a back waist lock. Tyler drops down to his knee’s before pulling the legs out from under Shane sending Kyle to his stomach. Tyler floats into a side head lock where he starts cranking on the head of Shane. The referee is in position asking Kyle to surrender, he refuses before starting to work his way back to his feet where he delivers several forearms to the ribs before backing Tyler up against the ropes where he sends the Transgressor across the ring with an irish whip, Tyler bounces off the ropes where he walks into a scoop powerslam by Shane. Kyle quickly covers.

REFEREE: One... kickout.

Kyle is quickly to his feet where he picks Tyler up off the mat before delivering a back breaker. He quickly makes another cover.

REFEREE: One... Kickout.

Tyler once again throws a shoulder up off the mat. Kyle reaches his feet where he picks Tyler up off the mat leveling him with a knife edge chop across the chest from Shane. Tyler quickly gouges the eyes of Shane to loud boos from the crowd. Tyler reverses the positioning and starts hammering away with right hands to the face of Shane before sending Kyle over the top rope and out to the floor! Tyler drops down to the mat before rolling out to the floor after Kyle.

Ace Anderson: I didn’t expect this one to break down this early.

Tyler reaches down picking Shane up off the mat before he hurls Kyle into the steel steps where he crashes into the steps with his right knee. The contact causes Shane to flip over the steps before landing hard on the floor as he clutches his right knee.

Jerry Andrews: Astute watchers know that wheel of Kyle took a beating at Living A Legacy, to the point where Kyle couldn't even stand.

Ace Anderson: Tyler knew it worked then, and if he knows last time Kyle got him with the VATS, so he's gonna have to fight smart.

The referee starts to lay the count to both men as Tyler comes around the corner of the ring with a straight assault on the right knee of Shane with kicks before he picks Kyle up and sends him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Tyler slides into the ring as well where he pulls himself to his feet and measures Kyle as he pushes himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base only to receive a chop block from behind to the right knee which sends Kyle back to the mat screaming in pain. Tyler picks up the right leg as he rolls Kyle over to his back. He yanks Kyle towards the ropes where he drapes Kyle’s right leg across the bottom rope. Tyler steps up on the middle rope where he gets more momentum before driving his weight down on top of the right knee of the champ. Tyler steps back up on the middle ropes where he drives his weight down across the right knee of Shane a second time.

Ace Anderson: Tyler is picking that knee apart.

The referee checks on Kyle as Tyler yanks the right leg off the ropes before dragging Shane out to the center of the ring where he executes a one legged Boston crab! There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd as Tyler cranks back on the right leg while sitting further on the lower back of Shane. The referee asks Shane to surrender. He refuses before starting to crawl towards the ropes. Tyler quickly transitions into a STF submission! The referee once again asks Shane to surrender, and again he refuses.

Jerry Andrews: A smart transiton from the Transgressor as he could feel Shane pulling himself closer and closer to the ropes.

Tyler cranks on the STF as the referee continues to ask Shane to surrender, and again Shane refuses. The bottom rope is inches away from his grasp and with one last effort Shane pulls his body close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break yet Tyler doesn’t release the hold. The crowd boos heavily.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler is hanging on like a pitbull on a bone!

Tyler releases the hold and is admonished by the official as he reaches his feet. Kyle clutches at his right knee. Tyler makes his way back over towards Shane where he picks him up off the mat. Tyler drives Shane back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block before he takes the right leg of Shane and props it up on the middle rope where Tyler then starts kicking away at the knee cap! The crowd starts to rally behind Kyle Shane as a “Shane, Shane, Shane" chant starts to echo throughout the arena. The referee lays the count to Tyler as he continues to kick away at the right knee before backing away from the corner to loud boos from the crowd. Kyle manages to pull his leg back into the ring as Tyler charges forward looking for a clothesline, Shane quickly counters with a reverse elbow that sends Tyler staggering backwards towards the center of the ring. Shane steps up on the middle rope before leaping off with a missile dropkick that sends Tyler to the mat and rolling out to the floor under the bottom rope while Shane continues to grab at his right knee.

Jerry Andrews: One has to wonder how much damage has been done to the knee of Shane because Kyle isn’t as quick to capitalize!

Kyle rolls towards the ropes where he uses them to help him get to his feet while out on the floor Tyler is shown working his way to his feet. Kyle sling shots over the top rope with a flying cross body block to the Transgressor to a huge ovation from the crowd. Shane manages to take a mount position on Scott before hammering away with right hands to the face of Tyler! Kyle pushes himself up off the body of the Transgressor before picking him up and taking him towards the announcers table. Kyle picks Tyler up before dropping him ribs and face first across the announcers table! Kyle turns and limps towards the ring where he rolls in before rolling right back out breaking the referee’s count. Kyle picks Tyler up off the floor before driving him lower back first into the ring apron followed by a stiff right hand to the ribs which nearly drops Scott. Kyle rolls Tyler back into the ring before climbing up on the ring apron where he steps back through the ropes. Kyle reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat before hurling him into the ropes. Tyler bounces off the ropes and into an abdominal stretch.

Ace Anderson: All the pressure rests on the ribs of Tyler!

The referee asks Tyler to surrender, he refuses which causes Kyle to start driving elbows to the right ribs of Tyler with his free elbow. The referee continues to Tyler to surrender and again Tyler refuses as Shane continues to drive elbows to the ribs of Tyler. Finally Shane releases the hold. He takes Tyler back into a corner where he delivers shoulder blocks to ribs before delivering a European uppercut. Shane brings Tyler into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an irish whip, Tyler bounces off the ropes and runs into Shane who rips off a hyper velocity Goddess White Sword. Tyler hits the mat like a ton of bricks while Shane is shown rolling out to the ring apron before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. The crowd gets louder and louder as Shane starts to scale the turnbuckles.

Ace Anderson: Shane is looking to fly!!

Kyle stands up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd roars as Shane delivering a double foot stomp to the ribs of a prone Scott. Kyle quickly makes the cover hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout.

There’s a massive gasp as Tyler shoots a shoulder up off the mat!

Jerry Andrews: I thought he had him!

Kyle cuts his eyes towards the referee as he starts to make his way back to his feet. Shane reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat where he takes him up with a lifting single underhook, dropped onto both of Shane's knees with a gutbuster! The crowd pops at this innovative move, which he's dubbed Blood and Wine. Shane executes the cover.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is that?! Where did Shane uncork that from?!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is always tweaking and updating his moveset, he is always trying to evolve.

Ace Anderson: Will he just pick some damn moves and stick with it instead of changing every three months, how can anyone keep track?!

The referee: One...















Two... kickout!

Tyler kicks out to another massive gasp from the crowd!

Ace Anderson: Come on, Tyler, you have to turn this around. Seromine is watching you.

Shane works his way back to his feet where he reaches down to pick Tyler up off the mat only to have Tyler counter with a jaw breaker! Tyler quickly stands back up where he delivers a low dropkick to the right knee of Shane that sends Kyle back to the mat. The crowd boo’s as Tyler takes the right leg before dragging Kyle towards a neutral corner where Tyler drops down to the mat before rolling out to the floor where he drags Shane towards the ring post. Tyler takes the right leg and smashes it against the ring post to loud boos from the crowd! He takes the leg and smashes it against the ring post a second time followed by a third before Tyler locks in a figure four leglock around the steel post. The crowd boos loudly as Kyle Shane screams out in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler is going to snap the knee of Kyle Shane!

The referee hops down to the floor where he starts laying the count to Tyler and it’s Tyler who releases the hold at the referee’s four count. Tyler reaches his feet where he clutches at his ribs before he rolls back into the ring. Shane cringes as he pulls himself out of the corner, gripping as his knee, and Tyler is able to take his time, making a circuit around the edge of the ring before he goes over to Shane and gives him a few stomps. Shane tries pushing himself up on his knees, hissing through gritted teeth, and Tyler pie faces him and shoves him a few times mockingly. Tyler decides it's time to help Shane to his feet, but as he does Tyler drives a knee into the midsection of Shane that doubles him over before he drives Shane into the mat with a butterfly suplex into a sit out powerbomb.

Jerry Andrews: And more punishment being rained down on Shane, who hasn't even been able to stand.

Tyler confidently covers.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout!

Tyler snarls and mouths insults at Shane, who is trying with all his might to recover. He pulls Kyle out towards the center of the ring before picking Kyle up off the mat where he delivers a Rock Bottom into a back breaker across his knee. Tyler rests against the ropes for a moment, and then looks out at the crowd, who are chanting "Tyler sucks" over and over again. A sick smile passes Tyler's lips and he gives an "up yours" gesture to the crowd. Then, he goes back to Shane, endeavoring to pick him up, but Shane just meets him with a punch to the face that makes Tyler stumble back. Shane still isn't able to get to his feet, but he is on all fours, as Tyler checks his lips for any blood spotting. Tyler fires Kyle across the ring and into the opposite buckles before charging in after him with a diving shoulder block! The crowd roars as Kyle side steps Tyler sending him crashing right shoulder first into the ring post! Shane quickly pulls Tyler back into the ring where he locks on a front face lock before stepping up to the middle turnbuckle where he delivers a tornado DDT that spikes Tyler head first into the mat to a thunderous ovation! It’s Shane who rolls Tyler over making the cover.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout!

Tyler escapes the near fall to a very loud gasp from the crowd. Out on the floor the fans solidly behind Shane continue to rally as the champion reaches a vertical base. He reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat before delivering a forearm smash to the jaw of the Transgressor that rocks Tyler back into the ropes. Kyle comes forward where he shoots Tyler across the ring with an Irish whip, Tyler bounces off the ropes as Kyle is shown ducking his head where he eats a swinging neckbreaker from the challenger. Tyler spasms as if he's been shocked while he's down, and Shane has to take several deep breaths. Shane gets up, clutching at his knee. And it is at this moment when a stir goes through the crowd, and a part of the stage is illuminated on someone marching to the ramp. The camera switches over to show Holden Ross!

Jerry Andrews: What the - What in the hell is this?! Holden Ross is making his way to the ring, and he has his eyes set on Kyle Shane!!

Ace Anderson: We saw Seromine come out to speak to Holden earlier tonight... has Seromine's influence grown even more?!

Kyle Shane, momentarily forgetting his injured knee, squints at the incoming Ross. The big man has a stone faced set look on and he glares at Shane who is standing by the ropes. Shane nods and says that's alright, and he bolts down and snatches up the Bat-Saber! Shane wields the Bat-saber out in front of him, shouting for Ross to get in the ring and get some. Ross stands by the apron. However, the referee, more concerned about the weapon in Shane's hands than the man on the outside, interposes himself between Shane, telling him to put the Bat-saber down. Shane and the ref argue for a moment. While the ref is distracted, Holden Ross goes over to Tyler Scott, laid out by the apron and he slips him a pair of brass knuckles. Tyler, still woozy, looks at the item in his hand and looks at Holden Ross, not having been told of this plan, but he looks at the brass knuckles and nods almost dazedly. He secretes them in his palm for the moment.

Jerry Andrews: I think Ross just passed Tyler something, but the referee doesn't have his eyes on the ball here.

Kyle finally agrees to put the Bat-saber down, but it swings back up again the moment Holden Ross comes around to that part of the ring. He tries to get Shane's attention, climbing up on the apron and causing a scene. The referee holds him back from getting in the ring. Shane, having had enough of this, comes over the referee's back with a short, hard smack to the temple. The crowd roars as the Bat-saber connects!! Holden Ross' eyes may as well be little cartoon X signs as he stiffens into a straight position and then crumples off the apron.

Jerry Andrews: Shane blasted Holden Ross, Ross just fell off the apron!

Ace Anderson: Chekhov's gun principle, as soon as Shane brought his Bat-saber out he was always going to find a way to use it.

The referee, giving Shane some leeway at using the Bat-saber on Ross as it wasn't technically in use in the match, sternly tells Shane now to give it to him, and Shane glumly hands him his weapon. However, as the referee turns his back to put the Bat-saber out of reach, the extent of Ross' little game presents itself, as Shane is still craning his head to look down and make sure Ross is out after his failed intervention. He doesn't notice Tyler Scott come in behind him and by the time he does feel something, he's turning right into a sock to the jaw from the brass knuckles. Kyle drops down.

Jerry Andrews: OH NO!!

Ace Anderson: His face won't be so pretty after that!!

Tyler is still dazed and fighting hard to recover, but he does have the wherewithal to hurl the brass knuckles out of the ring. He turns a spread-eagled Shane over, before slumping into a cover. The crowd is booing loudly, and the referee, somewhat absently, turns and is surprised by the cover. This took less time than it took to tell, and the ref drops down for the pin.

Jerry Andrews: Has Tyler Scott done it? Have the two newer converts to the Followers of Seromine conspired to steal the World Title from the champion?

The referee: ONE...













TWO...













TH- Kickout!

The crowd erupts, and Tyler Scott sits up, open mouthed, in shock that the collusion between he and Ross failed to secure a pinfall. Tyler slumps onto his back, rubbing his eyes in bewilderment. Shane is just staring straight up at the lights. Tyler is the first to stir as he pushes himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base. Kyle isn’t far behind as he starts to work his way to a vertical base. Tyler comes up behind Kyle where he’s able to deliver a Skull crushing finale. Shane is down and out yet again, however, an incensed Tyler opts not to cover the champion.

Jerry Andrews: I think Tyler's aggression is getting the better of him now, when the brass knuckles didn't work, I think he wants to continue pounding Kyle until he can't take anymore.

Ace Anderson: A little focus here, Tyler. You're the Transgressor, not the Aggressor!

Tyler reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat before hammering away with a right hand that rocks a barely living Kyle back into a neutral corner. Tyler follows up with a stiff chop across the chest of Kyle followed by another right hand and another chop from the chest. Scott shoots Kyle across the ring with a whip but at the last instant before leaving contact, to the astonishment of the entire crowd, it is Kyle Shane who comes to life and reverse the whip and it is Tyler Scott who bounces off the buckles and comes back. Kyle charges forward looking to take Scott's head off with a clothesline, Tyler ducks while taking a back waist lock. Scott peals off a German suplex, not releasing his grip he rolls through while picking both himself and Kyle up off the mat where he delivers a second German suplex! Tyler doesn't release his grip as he rolls through picking both himself and Kyle up off the mat. The crowd roars as Kyle reverses the back waist lock into one of his own where he peals off a German suplex to a roar from the Pure Class Wrestling crowd. Kyle rolls through picking himself and Tyler back up off the mat where he delivers a second German suplex!

Jerry Andrews: Where the hell did Shane get this burst of wind?!

Kyle rolls through picking both himself and Tyler up off the mat where there's another standing side switch and it's Tyler who delivers a third German suplex! He rolls through picking both himself and Kyle up off the mat to a loud ovation from the crowd before Tyler peals off a release German suplex! "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" echo's throughout the building as Tyler pulls himself to his feet where he runs his thumb across his throat! Scott walks towards the ropes and steps out to the ring apron before making his way to the nearest set of buckles. He flies off with a diving elbow drop that would make even a Macho Man proud, connecting across the chest of Shane. Holden Ross, having started pulling himself up on the apron, cheers from the sidelines, as Tyler rolls into a cover.

The referee: ONE...













TWO...













TH- Kickout!

Shane kicks out to a massive pop from the crowd!

Tyler loses his cool momentarily, shouting that it's his time. Holden Ross, on the outside, tells him to stay focused. Tyler stomps on the back of Shane before applying a Trailer Hitch submission. Shane screams out and flails his arm as the knee is torqued, and Tyler turns fully on his side. Shane shouts, and has to bite down on his thumb not to cry out from the pain. Tyler sadistically moves his hips and bobs his head, letting Kyle feel every second of torture. Tyler then releases the hold, unspooling Kyle's leg but keeping control of it. He takes the leg, pulling Kyle up by it and his hair. Tyler snaps Kyle down with a dragon screw of such high velocity that Shane hits and immediately begins clutching his leg. Tyler lets Shane drop to the mat where he makes a cover hooking the closest leg.

Ace Anderson: I wonder if Shane is going to need a prosthetic after this... because I know a guy. And, well, his leg isn't doing so well.

Tyler Scott grabs Shane's leg, applying a standing ankle twist. Shane grimaces again. He tries to reach for the ropes, but he can't get to them. Kyle tries using his free leg to boot Tyler off, but Tyler reaches down and pounds on Shane. Tyler pulls Shane up to his feet, and Shane can only weakly bobble on one leg. Tyler supports him by wrapping his arms around him and crushing him with an X-Plex.

Jerry Andrews: Every single time Kyle Shane stands, it's because Tyler Scott lets him in the moments before he cuts him down again.

Ace Anderson: I'm telling you... I know a guy. It'll be better for Kyle, or as I'll call him now, old Peg Leg.

Jerry Andrews: Will you stop! Shane is in trouble!

The referee: ONE...













TWO...













THR- Kickout!

Kyle Shane throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive ovation from the crowd. Tyler starts to push himself up off the mat. Tyler reaches down picking Shane up off the mat where he brings him towards a neutral corner where he delivers a Rainmaker style clothesline. Tyler rolls Kyle over before turning towards the buckles and follows up with a moonsault. Scott makes the cover hooking a leg.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THR- Kickout!

Another kick out by Shane to a massive ovation from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: I have never seen Shane in such a bad position for this length of time before. His leg is all but useless and he looks like he's losing gas.

Ace Anderson: As Tyler's theme song says, I can feel it coming. New champion, baby, I'm calling it. I claim that.

Tyler quickly locks in a rear chin lock and starts cranking back on the pressure.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler isn’t giving Shane any time to breathe.

Ace Anderson: This is exactly what he has to do if he’s going to leave tonight with that title around his waist.

The referee asks Kyle to surrender, and again he refuses. Tyler continues to crank on the rear chin lock as Kyle Shane starts to work his way back to his feet to a massive ovation from the crowd. Kyle turns into the chin lock where he delivers an elbow to the right side of the ribs! Shane lands a second and then a third which breaks the grip of Scott. Shane manages to bounce off the ropes only to run into a spinning heel kick by the Transgressor on the jaw! Tyler scurries into the cover hooking a leg.

The referee and crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THRE- Kickout!!

There’s another massive ovation from the Stadium as Shane kicks out! Tyler negotiates his way back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat where he takes the right leg of Shane where he delivers an inverted dragon screw! Kyle screams out in pain as he clutches at the right knee. Tyler seizes the opportunity to lock in a sharpshooter . Tyler cranks back on the Sharp Shooter as the referee is in prime position as he asks Shane to surrender, Shane refuses to surrender as pain is firmly etched across his face. The referee continues to ask Kyle to surrender and again Shane refuses! Kyle starts grabbing at the mat as he starts to pull himself towards the bottom ropes! The crowd rallies behind Kyle the closer and closer he get before he finally reaches out taking a hold of the bottom ropes! Tyler doesn’t release the hold forcing the referee to lay the count to Scott.

The referee: ONE...





TWO...





THREE...





FOUR...





FIV...



Tyler releases the sharpshooter before the final count of five. The referee again admonishes the Transgressor. Tyler blows past the referee where he stomps away at the right knee of Shane before he picks him up and throws him across the ring and into the ropes, Kyle bounces off the ropes while Tyler drops his head looking for a back body drop only to have Shane put on the breaks before locking a front face lock! Shane manages to deliver a Snap suplex before twisting his hips and getting back to his feet with Tyler before delivering a second snap suplex! The crowd roars for Kyle as he twists his hips before getting back to his feet with Tyler to deliver a third snap suplex! Shane floats over into the cover with the near leg hooked!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THRE- Kickout!

Kyle Shane struggles, but manages to reach a vertical base where he is able to reach down picking Scott up off the mat! Kyle Shane executes a bear hug across the ribs! The crowd is on fire as Shane squeezes away at the ribs while the referee asks Tyler to surrender. Tyler waves off the referee as Shane continues to squeeze away at the ribcage before dumping him with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd roars with a massive “THIS IS AWESOME” chant directed towards the ring as Kyle Shane starts to pull himself to a vertical base. He tries to get the feeling in his knee before making his way over to Tyler where he picks him up off the mat. He sends Tyler into the ropes, Tyler bounces off the ropes and looks to counter a back body drop attempt with a powerbomb! The crowd roars as Shane counters the powerbomb with a sit out facebuster to the Scott!

Jerry Andrews: This could be Kyle’s moment!

Kyle rolls out to the ring apron under to the bottom rope before pulling himself back to his feet where he limps towards the nearest buckles and starts to make his climb. Once to the top rope he looks down at Tyler before leaping off with a frog splash across the chest of Tyler! Shane makes the cover hooking the leg of Scott!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...













THRE- KICKOUT!

The arena goes completely apeshit as Tyler kicks out. Shane sits up, his hair sticking up in shocks, his eyes wide.

Jerry Andrews: On this night, when Tyler Scott has taken the World Champion to the limit, could Seromine's protege capitalize on his promise? Can Tyler Scott claim his biggest win of his career?!

Ace Anderson: He can, and he will! He is, right now!

Kyle Shane has to use the ropes to work his way back to his feet due to his bad knee. He limps out towards Tyler where he stomp down on the ribcage before picking Tyler up off the mat. Kyle positions Tyler for a double arm DDT only it’s Tyler who counters with a bridging northern light suplex!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THREE - KICKOUT!

On the outside, Holden Ross looks on in shock as the crowd goes crazy for the near falls. Tyler works his way back to his feet, clutching at his ribs. He reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat before hurling him into the ropes, Shane bounces off the ropes and into a Switchblade Superkick from the Transgressor. The crowd boo’s intently as Tyler works his way back to his feet where he calls for another Switchblade Superkick. Tyler backs up into a neutral corner where he measures Kyle Shane who starts to stir as he pushes himself up off the mat and to a vertical base. Shane slowly spins around and as he does Tyler comes out from the corner looking to deliver the Switchblade Superkick Shane ducks and counters with a violent electric chair drop to a massive ovation from the crowd! Both men lay on the mat, neither moving as the referee is forced to start laying the count to both men.



The referee: ONE...





TWO...





THREE...





FOUR...





FIVE...





SIX...





SEVEN...



Kyle Shane manages to roll over getting his right arm across the chest of Scott.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THREE -



Kickout!!

The ovation transfers into another “THIS IS AWESOME” chant from the Pure Class Wrestling fans.

Jerry Andrews: What are either of these men going to have to do to leave Return to Glory as the champion?!!

Both Kyle and Tyler continue to lay on the mat for several seconds before Kyle manages to work his way to his feet where he signals for a Last Ride powerbomb! The crowd roars for Kyle as he reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat. He positions him and hoists him up in the air to deliver to Heart of Stone only to have his right knee buckle under the weight causing both men to crash down into the mat with Tyler on top of Shane!

The referee and crowd: ONE...















TWO...













THREE -

KICKOUT!

Tyler rolls off Kyle before working his way back to a vertical base. Kyle Shane isn’t far behind but as he stands up he’s met with a knee to the gut, and a Straightjacket DDT. Kyle is left straight up like he'd been spiked into the mat, Kyle tumbles to the mat like dead weight. Tyler rolls him over, exhausted.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THREE - FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it, Shane absorbed the Straightjacket DDT!

Ace Anderson: It was only through lucky positioning that he spasmed that way. Luck, I say!

Jerry Andrews: You can think that if you want, but it shows. There is still life in Kyle Shane!

Ace Anderson: Tyler has done everything he can to stomp that out!

Tyler starts to work his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Kyle Shane up off the mat. Holden Ross slams on the mat beside him, and then Holden Ross goes to ringside and comes back with a steel chair. He tries to slide it in the ring, but the referee picks it up first with a stern face that says uh uh, not this time, buddy. The referee points at Holden Ross,, and then emphatically points to the back. Holden Ross explodes, throwing his hands out and shouting "WHAT?!" The referee makes hand motions like winding up, and then throws it forward to the entrance, shouting "YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!!" Holden Ross continues to protest.

Jerry Andrews: And Holden Ross, whatever his connection to Tyler Scott and Seromine, has intervened one too many times, and the referee is kicking him out!

The referee is leaning out of the ropes pointing, making sure Holden Ross is actually leaving. Holden Ross spits choice words at the ref, but he does make his way out. However, since the ref is once again distracted, he doesn't see that Kyle Shane is picking his way to his feet only to be punted straight in the balls by Tyler Scott. Kyle's eyes fling open wide and he drops to both knees, his face going beet red. Tyler shoves Kyle down, and the ref turns his head to see Tyler going for a pin and the crowd is raining nuclear heat down on the ring, booing deafeningly loud.

Jerry Andrews: The interference has come back to haunt Shane one more time.

Ace Anderson: Perhaps for the last time. That would cripple even the strongest of men!

The referee: ONE...















TWO...













THREE -



KICKOUT!!

Tyler's mouth is agape for a second. Kyle Shane is on the mat, eyes squeezed shut with pain, holding his midsection, his knee is a complete wreck, and he can't stand. Tyler shoots a desperate and near breaking point look at the referee, yelling at him that that was three, it had to be three. The referee tells him it was two. Tyler shoots to his feet and clutches at the referee's jersey, yelling in his face that it was three. The referee tells him to take his hands off him. Tyler doesn't want to get DQed so he tries to compose himself, but he's also pissed off and he argues with the referee. Tyler turns back to Kyle, who is coughing, holding his groin and trying to get onto his stomach. A pure aggro Tyler lifts Shane up by his hair, and Shane limps on one leg. He screams in his face.

Tyler Scott: I AM THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD!

Tyler levels Shane with a right hand which sends Kyle back into the ropes on spaghetti legs. Tyler comes forward where he sends Kyle across the ring with an irish whip, Tyler drops his head looking for a back body drop only for Shane to come charging in and wrap around Tyler's back, he locks in a desperation running counter transitioned into a variation of a painful looking Octopus hold. His knee from his good leg is tightly wrapped around Tyler's neck and he's balancing on the bad leg as he pulls back on Tyler's arm with all of his might. Tyler's eyes bug out of his head at being caught in the unexpected submission.

Jerry Andrews: Wild Hunt!! Shane calls this the Wild Hunt!!

Ace Anderson: How... did he... do that?!

Jerry Andrews: You see the strain on his face as he balances on his bad leg, but Shane is using every ounce of muscle he has left to keep the hold on tight.

Ace Anderson: But he has to use that bad leg, can he hold on long enough to Tyler to make it effective?

He can, in fact. Marshalling every bit of his will, Shane pulls back on the arm of Tyler until he's leaning back at an angle on the hold, an angle Tyler's arm and neck are not biologically supposed to go. Tyler sinks to his knees under the pressure. Kyle screams. Tyler screams. They both remain locked in the agonizing position for both of them, screaming almost in sync, Tyler in agony and hatred, Shane in agony and determination. This moment beats out for what seems like forever, but finally, Tyler has no choice as his arm is pulled back, he has to cry out and wave to the referee to tap out.

Jerry Andrews: He... he did it!!

Ding Ding Ding

Kyle immediately uncoils the Wild Hunt from around Tyler Scott's neck and arm and he falls back to the mat. The strain of holding the submission on that long has finished him. The referee goes to Sasha Greene and tells her his decision.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... AND STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... KYLE SHANE!!! 

"In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive starts playing over the PA, but Shane is still on his back, completely too spent by the Herculean effort he just put out to get up. Tyler Scott is curled up, rolling over to the ropes and holding his shoulder in pain.

Ace Anderson: I can't believe what I just witnessed, Kyle Shane punished his own body but he exerted every ounce of force he could muster to squeeze that hold on and rip a submission victory from Tyler.

Jerry Andrews: It took everything he had, Kyle is so spent from that battle he hasn't even moved.

Ace Anderson: Neither of them have...

The referee doesn't know what to do, he simply drapes the title over Shane's unmoving body. The crowd is building a "SHANE, SHANE, SHANE" chant that goes up to the rafters. At length, although it looks like it takes him enormous effort, Shane simply raises his arm in a gesture of acknowledgment to the crowd as he lays there with the World title laid on his chest.

Jerry Andrews: Take nothing away from Tyler Scott. He pushed Kyle even farther to his limit tonight than he had before. But on this night, with one last effort, Kyle Shane showed why he is still the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion.

Tyler Scott is leaving the ring, holding his arm and looking dejected, as Kyle is trying and failing to get to a sit up position. Kyle raises a fist to the crowd, taking in their response.

 - CLICK -