Deadly Intentions VIII Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Deadly Intentions VIII
Sunday October 15, 2017

The show opens with a raucous crowd as usual! They're packed inside the building and ready for an incredible night of action.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to Deadly Intentions! I'm Jerry Andrews and thank you for joining us. Along with me, of course, is Ace Anderson! What a show we have tonight, right Ace?

Ace Anderson: It's going to be incredible! The Underground Round Robin Tournament concludes, the North American Title is on the line, and the World Title is on the line in a HUGE triple threat match!

Jerry Andrews: And don't forget the Deadly Rumble!

Ace Anderson: There's no way I possibly could!

Jerry Andrews: Let's get started!

The shot turns to ringside.

"The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is part of the Underground Round Robin Tournament!"

Jerry Andrews: Everything is coming to a head tonight at Deadly Intentions! Can you feel the electricity as we get the tournament underway?

Ace Anderson: Well, all four competotors have taken turns throughout the past month and a half facing each other in brutal, hard hitting contests. Each one has traded and lost points, and whoever ends tonight with the most points will walk away with the Underground Championship.

Jerry Andrews: Succinctly put Ace, and this has a big fight feel, because this man, High Tide, has come from behind to gain ground in this tournament. He has a chance tonight!

"Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he weighs in at 195 pounds... HIGH TIDE!!!"

"You Are A Pirate" plays. 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. 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.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide looks ready to go!!

Ace Anderson: If High Tide gets a win tonight, that gives him three points. Dominator is currently in the lead with three. So that would lead to a tie, and a rubber match to decide it all.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide does look nervous.

"And his opponent... she weighs in at 200 lbs... ALEXA... BLACK!!"

No music hits for several seconds, and the crowd is all turned to the entrance in anticipation.

Jerry Andrews: But will Alexa be in any shape to compete? Don't forget, last week, she was hurt by being thrown into a spotlight by Dominator.

Ace Anderson: Wait, are you saying actions can have consequences from week to week? On a program like this?!

Jerry Andrews: You know that's the way it works.

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
High Tide vs Alexa Black
Referee: Nigel Gale

Ace Anderson: Well, I see High Tide is pacing like a wild bull. He's ready to get this going. Where is his opponent?!

Several more moments pass. High Tide is bent down in a crouched and ready position, eyes on the entrance in a thousand yard stare. Still, no music hits and the entrance ramp remains dark. The referee confers with High Tide, shrugging his shoulders.

Jerry Andrews: This has to be a sour feeling for High Tide, he came tonight to compete for his shot at the Underground title.

Ace Anderson: Are you kidding, this is great. If Alexa doesn't show up, it gives High Tide an automatic win.

With no music hitting and no further response, the referee waves to the timekeeper and orders the match ended. The bell is rung.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared that the winner of this match as a result of a forfeit... is HIGH TIDE!!

The bell rings. High Tide is looking around with a peeved expression.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we had been looking all week for the answer if Alexa Black would be fit to compete tonight. Now we know, she will not be going further in this tournament. High Tide stays alive in this fight, bringing his total up to 3.

Ace Anderson: And you know, High Tide's eyes are going to be glued to Dominator versus Crazy Boy. If Dominator loses, he gets his opportunity!

Jerry Andrews: All of our eyes are going to be on Dominator versus Crazy Boy, I can promise you that.

WINNER: High Tide via forfeit

Ace Anderson: An unfortunate start to our show, but we continue.

Jerry Andrews: That Dominator versus Crazy Boy match I just mentioned? It's on.... RIGHT NO!

"The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is part of the Underground Round Robin Tournament!"

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.

"Introducing first: TYRONE 'CRAZY BOY' SMITH!"

Jerry Andrews: Tyrone Smith, an absolute legend in this company, and has a long history with the Underground Title. You know he wants to prove what he's made of here tonight.

Ace Anderson: It no longer may be feasible that Crazy Boy can catch up to Dominator's 2-point lead. But if Crazy Boy can win tonight, he will play SPOILER, and prevent Dominator from winning the Underground Title!

Jerry Andrews: You have to believe both men see the stakes. High Tide also sits at 2 points now. Anything less than a victory for Dominator isn't going to bring home the gold.

"And his opponent... he weighs in at 365 lbs... 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.

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.

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.

Ace Anderson: And these two men are glaring daggers at each other, there is certainly no love lost between them.

Jerry Andrews: When Dominator first arrived in Pure Class Wrestling over the summer, he set his sights on Crazy Boy, playing mind games and trying to get him to submit to his Chronological Order. There is a lot of history here, and deep hatred.

Underground Title Round Robin Tournament
Standard Underground Rules
Dominator vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

As soon as Crazy Boy turns to acknowledge the referee Dominator clubs him over the back and starts pounding on him with clubs to the back. Dominator lifts Crazy Boy up and gives him a few knee lifts and clubs to the back. However, Crazy Boy has an equalizer of his own that he slides onto his fist, a pair of nunchucks, and jabs the end of it into Dominator's stomach. Dominator stumbles back, and Crazy Boy hits him in the gut with the nunchucks again, doubling Dominator over. Crazy Boy cracks Dominator over the back with the chucks. Dominator drops to one knee, gritting his teeth in pain and arching his back. Crazy Boy performs a Bruce Lee style nunchaku twirl for a second, then lifts Dominator up, wrapping the chain between them around his throat and pulling back, choking him. Dominator flails his arms for a second, before he reaches around and elbows Crazy Boy off. He begins to fight back with right hands, and he boots Crazy Boy in the gut, making him drop the nunchucks. He grips Crazy Boy by the hair and walks him over, going to slam his face off the top turnbuckle, but Crazy Boy blocks. Dominator attempts to bounce Crazy Boy's head off the turnbuckle again, but Crazy Boy blocks, elbows Dominator off, and then he bounces Dominator's head off the turnbuckle. Dominator stumbles away, and Crazy Boy grips his head, pulls him back over, and bounces his head off the turnbuckle three more times. Crazy Boy paces around, letting out a Crazy yell, and he runs a few steps away and returns with a boot to the face. Dominator flumps out of the corner. Crazy Boy walks around him in a circle, booting his fallen prey, then mounts him with a few right hands. Crazy Boy quickly gets to his feet, backs up to the ropes and runs off, hitting a jumping knee drop across the forehead of Dominator. He covers, but before the ref can even slide into position Dominator throws Crazy Boy off.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is much more wily than he lets on. He knows he has to bring the fight to Dominator using his speed and quickness.

Jerry Andrews: I agree with you... which is just scary.

Ace Anderson: ...I just hate his stinking guts, grungy looking creep.

Jerry Andrews: Ah, I figured that was coming.

Crazy Boy lifts Dominator up and gives him a few right hands, backing Dominator to the ropes. He whips Dominator off the ropes and on the return he takes him down with a back body drop. Dominator gets to his feet, and Crazy Boy takes him down with a clothesline. Dominator gets back to his feet, but Crazy Boy walks him over to the corner and bounces his head off the turnbuckle. Crazy Boy then fires away at Dominator with back elbows, then right hands, taking Dominator down to a sitting position. Crazy Boy starts stomping Dominator, but our official tries to grip his arm and pull him away but Crazy Boy flings his shoulder away and turns back to Dominator, as he lays more stomps to the midsection. Then he turns away, as he holds a fist up to the crowd, drawing a pop, and Crazy Boy backs up halfway across the ring, and then comes in for a running corner knee strike which connects. Crazy Boy walks over and retrieves his nunchucks as Dominator slowly starts pulling himself up on the ropes. As Dominator turns, Crazy Boy comes in for a swing, but Dominator drops down and rolls out of the way to the outside, drawing boo's from the crowd, as Crazy Boy's nunchuck paddle hits the top rope. Crazy Boy, finally fed up, climbs to the outside after Dominator, who rolls back in the ring on the other side. Crazy Boy follows Dominator in the ring, but as soon as he climbs in Dominator axehandles him over the back of the head.

Jerry Andrews: Cheap shot!

Dominator starts laying the boots to Crazy Boy. He lifts Crazy Boy up, and starts dirivng some knees into his face as he clubs him over the back, knocking Crazy Boy down to one knee. He bends over, giving Crazy Boy some choice words as he slaps him over the head. Crazy Boy suddenly fires up and tries to throw punches, but Dominator violently rakes his eyes. He lifts Crazy Boy up, and drops him with a delayed vertical suplex. Dominator lifts Crazy Boy to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but hangs on to Crazy Boy's arm and when Crazy Boy comes back off the ropes Dominator follows him in with a knee to the midsection. Crazy Boy flips to the mat, and holds his midsection. Dominator runs off the ropes and hits a leg drop across the throat of Crazy Boy. He rolls to the outside, and he pulls out a lead pipe. Patting the lead pipe into his palm with confidence, the Zenith walks over and gets back in the ring via the steps and apron. Crazy Boy is on all fours. Dominator, chuckling, lifts the pipe up, lining up a home run swing. Dominator goes for a shot with the lead pipe, but Crazy Boy ducks under it. Dominator stops himself by grabbing onto the ropes. Crazy Boy comes charging at him, but Dominator stops him by jamming the lead pipe into his sternum. Crazy Boy is doubled over resting against the ropes, and Dominator drops the lead pipe and runs to the opposite ropes and then comes in and takes them both over the top rope with a big clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are willing to put everything they've got on the line tonight!

Both men start to get to their feet slowly. Dominator is first to his feet, and he clubs Crazy Boy over the back a few times, then he wraps his arms around Crazy Boy's waist and drives his lower back into the ring apron with a lot of force. Crazy Boy screams, and arches his back, as Dominator pulls him out and does it again. Crazy Boy staggers out, and Dominator grips him by his hair, and then he runs across the aisle with Crazy Boy in a bear hug position, smashing him back first into the guardrail. Dominator throws Crazy Boy with ease down to the aisle. Then he turns and holds his arms up in the air, taking in the ire of the crowd.

Ace Anderson: It should be said that that kind of speed and power in the Underground division is a license to commit murder.

Dominator reaches under the apron and pulls out a cookie sheet for baking. He waits for Crazy Boy to get up and he smashes it over Crazy Boy's head. Crazy Boy stays on his feet for a moment, then falls back. Dominator walks around, stomping Crazy Boy for a moment. He lifts Crazy Boy up to his feet. He grips Crazy Boy's arm and goes for an irish whip into the steel steps, but Crazy Boy reverses, and the big man careens into the steps, hitting them knees first. He flips over the steps, and rolls around, holding his knees. Crazy Boy rests for a second, checking his forehead for blood, then he walks over and lifts Dominator up, punishing him with a few clubs to the back. He grips Dominator by the hair and the back of his pants and throws him over the security guardrail into the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Someone get a camera in there!

Dominator stumbles to his feet, and staggers through the crowd. Crazy Boy follows after him as they make their way through the crowd. Fans pat Crazy Boy and Dominator on the back, as he catches up to Dominator. Suddenly, though, Dominator turns and poke Crazy Boy in the eye. Crazy Boy turns, scrubbing at his eyes in pain, and stumbles back a little. Crazy Boy turns, and Dominator has made a fan get out of his folding chair. Dominator lifts the chair up and flings it in Crazy Boy's face, connecting with a whack. Crazy Boy stumbles back. Dominator takes a large cup of soda from a nearby fan and smashes it over Crazy Boy's head, drenching Crazy Boy and nearby fans. Dominator takes a bucket of popcorn from a fan and dumps it over Crazy Boy's head before setting the bucket on his head, momentarily blinding him, then Dominator boots Crazy Boy in the gut and walks him over to a rail on the stairs, bouncing his head off of it. Crazy Boy lays against the rail. Dominator retrieves another chair, folding it up and holding it in front of him. Dominator comes towards Crazy Boy holding the chair in front of him as Crazy Boy is on a few steps above him. Dominator holds the chair up, but then Crazy Boy lashes out with his boot and kicks the chair back into Dominator's face. Dominator is knocked back into the crowd. Crazy Boy gets to his feet. He walks down the steps, over to Dominator, who is on all fours. Crazy Boy lifts Dominator up, giving him several clubs to the back. He walks Dominator over to the steps and walks him over, to a small cement wall separating the two levels. He throws Dominator into the side of the wall. Dominator hits back first. Crazy Boy wraps his arms around Dominator's midsection and his rams Dominator's back into the wall. Dominator yells in pain and arches his back. Crazy Boy keeps his arms wrapped around Dominator, and takes him down with a belly to belly suplex onto the floor. Dominator arches his back in pain.

Jerry Andrews: The big man was sent flying!

Crazy Boy lifts Dominator up by the back of his head. He walks him back through the crowd, towards the ring. As they get to the guardrail, Dominator elbows Crazy Boy in the gut, and bounces his face off the guardrail. Dominator climbs over the guardrail and pulls Crazy Boy out so that he is hanging half over the guardrail into the aisle. Dominator runs forward and elbows Crazy Boy across the back of the head while he's in the prone position. Then Dominator grips Crazy Boy in a facelock and hits a spike DDT off the guardrail onto the floor.

Jerry Andrews: My god, Crazy Boy was driven into the concrete like a railroad spike!

Ace Anderson: Stop, you'll kill his favorite, slash, only brain cell!!

Dominator rolls Crazy Boy back into the ring. He roots around under the apron, coming out with two trash can lids and a kendo stick. Dominator grins widely as he enters the ring, but as he goes to grip the kendo stick, Crazy Boy stops him with a stone right hand that makes Dominator stumble away, holding his jaw. Crazy Boy backs Dominator up against the ropes before shooting Dominator across the ring with an Irish Whip, Dominator bounces off the ropes ducking under a reverse elbow attempt by Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy spins around where he met with a boot to the midsection by Dominator. Dominator snaps Crazy Boy over to the mat with a snap mare take over before delivering a straight kick to the spine.

Jerry Andrews: That’ll leave a mark!

Dominator picks Crazy Boy up off the mat and levels him with a with a Mongolian chop that sends Crazy Boy back into the ropes. Dominator comes forward with a clothesline only to have Crazy Boy drop out of the way while yanking the top rope down sending Dominator sailing over the top rope and out to the floor! The crowd is completely split as Crazy Boy rolls out after Dominator followed by a referee. Dominator is already working his way back to his feet when Crazy Boy picks him up by the hair and drives Dominator's face first off ring apron! Dominator stumbles around the ring with Crazy Boy in close pursuit. Crazy Boy spins Dominator around and laces him with a chop across the chest, drawing a "WOOOOOOO" from the crowd. Dominator staggers backwards, Crazy Boy charges looking to knock Dominator to the floor only to have Dominator counter with a back body drop sending Crazy Boy landing hard on the floor. The referee tells them both to get back in the ring. Crazy Boy starts to stir which forces Dominator to go ahead and break the count by picking Crazy Boy up off the floor. Dominator grips Crazy Boy by the back of the hair and throws him with force. Dominator charges forward where he eats a boot to the face. Crazy Boy explodes off the security barrier with a clothesline sending Dominator down to the floor. Crazy Boy stomps away at Dominator before picking him up and sending him sailing over the security railing and into the front row!

Jerry Andrews: And once again, the action spills all over the front row.

The crowd roars loudly as Crazy Boy is shown climbing up on top of the security railing. He jumps down looking for a double ax handle to Dominator but its Dominator who swings with a right hand to the midsection of Crazy Boy! Dominator takes over with a right hand to the jaw before taking Crazy Boy by the head and up through the floor before yanking a crutch away from a fan, who hopefully isn't going to sue Pure Class Wrestling. Dominator measures Crazy Boy and cracks him over the top of the head with such force the handle separates from the crutch while sending Crazy Boy falling backwards to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: That was steel that Dominator just bent over Crazy Boy's head!!

Ace Anderson: Man, Tyrone had better beg that guy who's crutch was stolen to let him on his Blue Cross!!

Dominator chucks the broken crutch away with disdain. Crazy Boy manages to reach one knee before Dominator comes forward picking him up off the floor. Dominator latches on to a front face lock and looks to deliver a suplex on the concrete floor, however Crazy Boy puts on the breaks before countering with a suplex to Dominator on the concrete floor! The crowd responds with a pop as the referee starts to lay a count-out to both Dominator and Crazy Boy.

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Crazy Boy starts to stir as he begins working himself back to his knees. Dominator starts to stir as Crazy Boy reaches his feet. Crazy Boy reaches a vertical base and snatches Dominator up to his feet the rest of the way. Crazy Boy takes Dominator and sends him crashing into a barrier that separates the lower bowl of the arena from the floor! Crazy Boy lays a stiff knife edge chop across the chest of Dominator before landing a double arm sledge across the chest knocking Dominator over the barrier. Crazy Boy climbs over the barrier and into the lower bowl followed by the referee. They’re surrounded by fans as Crazy Boy picks Dominator up and starts taking him up the stairs towards the concourse level of the building!

Ace Anderson: This one is liable to go anywhere!

Crazy Boy reaches the top of the stairs before throwing Dominator through a black curtain and out into the concourse of the arena. Crazy Boy tosses the curtain back and makes his way out to the concourse followed by the official and a camera crew. Dominator reaches all fours when Crazy Boy charges forward kicking Dominator in the ribs as hard as he can! Fans start to flood towards the action. Security forms a large circle around Crazy Boy and Dominator as the referee tells them to get back in the ring. Crazy Boy holds his arms out and shouts out to the gaggle of fans gathered in a circle.

Crazy Boy: Pure Class F(bleeping) Wrestling!!

Dominator pushes himself up off the cold concrete floor and back to all fours before Crazy Boy reaches down picking him up by the hair. Crazy Boy nails Dominator with a hard right hand that sends Dominator staggering towards Security. Crazy Boy is on the hunt as he comes up behind Dominator and takes him by the head and hair towards a merchandise table. Crazy Boy bounces Dominator’s head off the merchandise table! Dominator bounces face first off the table and staggers towards members of the security team who are keeping a close eye on the fans. Dominator manages to reach out and snatch a bottle of mace off one of the officers and spray it directly into Crazy Boy’s eyes! Crazy Boy lets out a hellish shriek and begins scrubbing at his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, Ace, that's pepper spray! That could leave a man blinded, his skin burning!!

Ace Anderson: I know, trust me, if you go to a bar near closing time, you'll be very familiar with the effects of pepper spray...

Security springs into action towards Dominator who drops the can of mace and holds both hands up in the air while Crazy Boy clutches at his eyes! Dominator turns his back on the officers and drills Crazy Boy with a boot to the midsection before taking Crazy Boy across the concourse and throwing him over the counter of a concession stand!

Jerry Andrews: No stone is being left unturned in this pier six brawl between Dominator Dominator and Crazy Boy!

Crazy Boy is still blinded by the mace as Dominator is shown climbing over the concession stand counter. He reaches down picking Crazy Boy up off the floor before smashing him head first into the cash register! Dominator yanks the register off the counter before smashing is across the back of Crazy Boy! He shouts at the referee to count Crazy Boy right here.

Jerry Andrews: If this was near the ring, you have to figure that the referee would be ending this match. Crazy Boy's eyes are leaking.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but they have to get back in the ring.

Dominator spends several moments arguing with the ref, who is telling them they have to get back to the arena proper. Meanwhile, Crazy Boy pulls himself up to a vertical base using the counter top to a nice ovation from the crowd in the lobby. Gasping and coughing from the effects of being Maced, the red, burning eyes of Crazy Boy shift around, his vision finally clearing. Dominator grabs Crazy Boy and sends him sailing over the counter top of the concession stand and back to the floor of the concourse. Dominator rolls over the counter top of the concession stand where he lands on his feet. Dominator eyes a steel chair with a member of the arena security sitting in it. He storms over to the guy and throws him from his chair before folding up the steel chair. The crowd continues to be split, even the crowd that’s gathered around Crazy Boy and Dominator. Crazy Boy is shown pushing himself up on to all fours when he’s laced across the back with a vicious chair shot knocking Crazy Boy back down to the floor. Crazy Boy once again starts to push himself up to all fours and again is met with a vile chair shot across the back by Dominator knocking him back down to the floor. Dominator doesn't attempt to move Crazy Boy, just holds the steel chair up and roars a challenge at him.

Jerry Andrews: All of the wheels have come off this match, it has devolved into a straight up attempt to destroy each other.

The camera cuts backstage to another area, a locker room, showing a TV monitor which is playing a live feed of the match in the lobby. High Tide, still in his gear from his non-match with Alexa Black, is watching on, pensive and quietly concentrating on it.

Jerry Andrews: Well, we know High Tide has a vested interest in seeing the outcome of this match.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, and I'm surprised he's just watching instead of doing something about it. If Dominator wins this, he shuts everyone out and comes out of Deadly Intentions the new Underground Champion.

Jerry Andrews: I think for now High Tide is keeping a keen eye on where our two competitors are going.

Crazy Boy pushes himself to up to a vertical base which pisses Dominator off! Dominator throws the chair to the ground before coming forward with a boot to the midsection that doubles Crazy Boy over. Dominator sets Crazy Boy up for an Anachronism on the concrete floor! Crazy Boy quickly counters by elbowing him in the side of the head, sending Dominator stumbling away. Crazy Boy staggers towards the steel chair as the fans surrounding them continue to grow in numbers. There’s an ovation as Crazy Boy picks up the chair and measures Dominator who starts to stir. Crazy Boy doesn’t hesitate in coming forward cracking Dominator across the head with a vicious chair shot! Dominator crumbles to the floor as the crowd gathered starts a “HOLY SHIT” chant which picks up inside the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy might have just rattled the brain of Dominator!

Ace Anderson: Listen, this is serious, because concussions are the un-talked about menace of our sport.

Crazy Boy comes forward with a knee to the midsection before taking Dominator by the head and hair. He leads Dominator through through the circle of fans to the main entrance of the arena! Crazy Boy flings Dominator through a set of double glass doors and into an inner lobby area where fans who have been turned away still wait with baited breath to try and get in. The doors swing open upon Dominator’s impact and Dominator spills into the inner lobby followed by Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy comes through the doors hammering Dominator with a right hand before raking him across the eyes. Crazy Boy takes Dominator through a second set of glass doors and out onto the street level just right outside of the building! Crazy Boy hammers Dominator with another right hand before throwing him off a small handicap ramp and onto the side walk. Crazy Boy makes his way around the handicap ramp and on to the side walk where he stomps away at Dominator. There’s several cars parked alongside the street. Crazy Boy takes Dominator and bounces his head off the hood of a Buick. Crazy Boy throws Dominator forward, and Dominator hits hard enough to slump midsection first over the hood of the car.. Crazy Boy climbs up, reaches down picking Dominator up off the car hood where he positions Dominator for a piledriver. Before Crazy Boy can pick Dominator up its Dominator who counters with a back body drop sending Crazy Boy crashing through the front windshield!

Both competitors are unmoving, on the hood of the Buick. The referee, seeing no other alternative, decides to count them both out.

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Dominator rolls off the front hood of the car landing on his feet before staggering towards the building. Crazy Boy rolls off the car hood landing on his feet which breaks the count before dropping to one knee. He clutches at his back. Dominator comes towards Crazy Boy kicking him in the sternum before picking him up. Some mild traffic is shown on the streets as Dominator yanks Crazy Boy out into the street itself. Dominator scoops Crazy Boy up and body slams him on the asphalt. The sound of a car horn is hard followed by tires screeching to a stop moments before colliding with Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy was nearly hit by that car!

The driver of the car exits the driver’s side asking about the condition of Crazy Boy when he’s decked by a right hand by Dominator! Dominator gets into the driver’s seat before slamming the door! He throws the car in reverse before hitting the gas pedal causing the car to screech as it reverses!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is going to run Crazy Boy over!

Ace Anderson: I know he wouldn't join the Chronological Order, but this is going too far.

Dominator slams the car into drive and speeds towards Crazy Boy who quickly jumps out of the way at the last possible second. Dominator slams on the breaks bringing the car to a stop before exiting the car. Crazy Boy comes forward kicking Dominator in the groin which sends Dominator backwards and into the side of the car! Crazy Boy charges forward with a superkick aimed at Dominator’s face. Dominator side steps Crazy Boy’s boot sending it crashing through the driver’s window of the car hijacked by Dominator. Dominator comes up behind Crazy Boy where he takes a back waist lock before pulling Crazy Boy’s foot out of the car where he delivers a German suplex on the asphalt. Police officers are shown stopping traffic in both directions as the referee starts to lay the count to both Dominator and Crazy Boy as they lay in the middle of the street.

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Dominator reaches his feet while Crazy Boy is shown pushing his self up off the street.

Crazy Boy stands up to a vertical base forcing this match to continue! Dominator comes forward with a right hand that rocks Crazy Boy back across the street and on to the side walk outside the arena. Dominator comes forward taking Crazy Boy by the head and walking him back up through the main entrance. They come back through the interior lobby and then through the entrance to the concourse level. Dominator makes his way through the fans where he nails Crazy Boy with a kick to the midsection before taking him back through a black curtain and into the lower bowl of the arena.

Jerry Andrews: At least these two guys are back inside where it’s safer.

Ace Anderson: Safer? Are you shitting me?

Dominator snatches Crazy Boy by the hair, swinging him around in front of him before lacing him with a knife edge chop eliciting a loud “WOOOOOOO!” from the crowd. Crazy Boy squeezes his arms in tight to try to take the burning pain across his chest while Dominator lifts his chin before laying another one on him, this one louder and harder! The chop, however, seems to light a fire under Crazy Boy who suddenly fires back a right hand! Dominator falls back on his feet before returning another chop, this one seems to not have very much effect at all. Crazy Boy retaliates with a right hand, followed by another, followed by a left hand and another hard right that finally sends Dominator flat on his back. Crazy Boy walks to Dominator’s legs before wrapping his arms around, pulling his legs up far enough to execute a slingshot that sends Dominator right into a nearby wall! Dominator bounces off the wall and stumbles close to the top of the stairs before falling onto one knee to try and catch his breath. Crazy Boy follows in behind him, grabbing Dominator by the hair, but Dominator thumbs Crazy Boy’s eyes out of nowhere, temporarily blinding Tyrone as security struggles to keep the fans away!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator continues to assault Crazy Boy, and he’s using every dirty trick to do it by damn it!

Crazy Boy begins to swing wildly, and Dominator timidly avoids the inaccurate haymakers before finding an opening and doubling Crazy Boy over with a knee to the midsection. Dominator circles behind Crazy Boy, grabbing a handful of tights and hair before slinging him headfirst into a guardrail. The impact is so great that it forces Crazy Boy to spin off the guardrail and down a couple stairs, landing awkwardly at an angle with the steps digging into his back! Dominator travels down the stairs to where Crazy Boy is laying before grabbing hold to the railing in the middle of the aisle and using it to steady himself while he stomps away at Crazy Boy’s chest! Crazy Boy winces in pain, finally stopping Dominator’s assault by hugging that boot which Dominator must find funny because he laughs. Dominator uses his free boot to punt Crazy Boy in the face, forcing him to release. Dominator looks down at Crazy Boy before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet. Other fans try to intervene and an extra security guard quickly runs over to control the frenzied crowd who is just out of reach of Dominator and Crazy Boy. Dominator laughs at the crowd, almost teasing with them until suddenly Crazy Boy snaps up and levels Dominator with a hard right hand. Dominator stumbles around on the stairwell, careful not to lose his footing as he begins to descend down the first flight of stairs. Crazy Boy doesn’t let him get too far away before snatching him back by the hair and slamming his face into the stairway railing! Dominator falls to his knees and collapses down the remaining four or five stairs before sprawling out across a platform where the stairs level off. Crazy Boy stops and takes a seat on the steps just above Dominator as the referee tells them to take it back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: This has been a wild, raucous match, befitting the wars the Underground Round Robin Tournament has been through.

Ace Anderson: I am surprised that Dominator hasn't been trying more forcefully to close this one up. It's clear he is confident that he can beat Crazy Boy here tonight and claim the championship.

Crazy Boy gets off his ass as Dominator shakes his head, realizing the situation he’s in. There’s still another flight of stairs before they reach the floor, a fact Dominator learns quickly as he frantically gets to his feet. Crazy Boy leaps from his elevated position, crowning Dominator with a double ax handle smash, leaving Dominator unbalanced. Crazy Boy snaps a jab at Dominator’s jaw which sends him backwards, and Dominator flails his arms as he tries to keep from toppling down the stairs! Dominator surges forward and grabs the stairway railing to keep himself from falling down the stairs before pulling himself forward with a kick that Crazy Boy sees coming from a mile away. Crazy Boy grabs a hold of Dominator’s foot and Dominator holds out his hands as if telling Crazy Boy not to do it while he bounces on one leg. Crazy Boy smiles wide at Dominator before sweeping Dominator’s other foot off the floor, sending Dominator crashing on his back on the level platform. Crazy Boy engages in the opportunity, snatching Dominator by the legs and dragging them over to the railing, before folding them around the steel railing in an odd pretzel-shaped kind of way. Crazy Boy wrenches on the straight leg of Dominator while using his foot to push down on Dominator’s folded knee, increasing the pressure against that metal railing! Dominator flings his arms and screams out loud in agony!

Ace Anderson: Holy shit!

Jerry Andrews: If Dominator doesn’t figure a way out of this, his knee could be permanently damaged! Crazy Boy is practically bending Dominator’s bone around that metal railing, and I guarantee you, that bone is not gonna last!

Dominator grabs at the referee, snatching him down and demanding uncontrollably that he do something, but it’s completely within the rules for Crazy Boy to do this. Dominator finally unleashes the ref, the pain so excruciating it forces tears to come to the surface of Dominator’s eyes! Crazy Boy, however, knows he’s not gonna win this way and after nearly a full minute caught in the trap, he finally releases the hold. Dominator immediately grabs his knee and folds it against his chest as Crazy Boy pulls himself up by the railing. Various fans slap Crazy Boy across the back as the two men continue their fight along the stairs.

Jerry Andrews: Jesus, Ace, Dominator might have long lasting damage to that knee. We’re talking torn ligaments, fractured bones, strained musc-

Jerry Andrews can’t even finish his thought before Crazy Boy walks around and tries to yank Dominator’s hurt knee out. Dominator fights against Crazy Boy, though, and the two engage in a tug of war with his leg before Dominator suddenly uses his other leg to kick Crazy Boy backwards…

…right down the flight of stairs!!!

Ace Anderson: Holy shit, Jerry! Dominator just sent Crazy Boy crashing down that tall flight of stairs, and he hit every step on the way to the bottom!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, my God. Crazy Boy might need medical attention.

Dominator pulls himself up to see Crazy Boy a crumpled mess at the foot of the stairs. A crowd of fans have assembled around a motionless Crazy Boy but security quickly backs them up. The referee almost looks frozen, like he has no idea what to do, but Dominator snaps his fingers in front of the man’s face and demands that he goes down to rule Crazy Boy unfit to compete. The ref starts to pace himself down the long flight of stairs, and when he finally reaches the bottom, he has to fight through a few fans and security to get a clean look at Crazy Boy. There is a desperation in his eyes as he tries to call for some medical help, something that pisses Dominator off. Dominator comes limping as fast as he can down the stairs, and when he reaches the bottom, he snatches the ref by the jersey and begins to argue. However... a figure beside them is rising, propelled only by his spaghetti legs and a fans nearby seat.

Jerry Andrews: HE GOT UP! HE GOT UP! BY GOD, CRAZY IS ON HIS FEET!

The roof blows off the arena. Dominator looks to be in a state of shock as Crazy Boy Smith stands groggily, swaying back and forth like a 90-pound freshman after a fifth of vodka, but he’s standing!

Jerry Andrews: My God, Crazy Boy has the heart of a lion!

Ace Anderson: Well he better get ready to fight back like one because Dominator looks like he wants to slaughter him right now.

Dominator stares at Crazy Boy with hatred in his eyes before pushing a fan out of the way before grabbing a steel folding chair. He runs as best he can on his hobbled leg before swinging the chair, crushing the steel over Crazy Boy’s head! Crazy Boy drops to the ground like a stone, and the cheer of the crowd quickly turns into near deafening boo’s.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy might have heart, but he’s going to need more if he wants to survive this. Dominator Dominator is solely in control of this matchup.

The ref gets in position to make the count, but Dominator shoves the ref out of the way, before smashing the steel chair across Crazy Boy’s back! Crazy Boy rolls in pain before getting on all fours and crawling towards ringside, but Dominator stalks him before landing another chair shot right across the back! It flattens Crazy Boy, but he bounces back up against the odds and continues to crawl all the way to the guardrail separating the fans from ringside. Crazy Boy slowly works his way back to his feet as Dominator continues to prey upon him.

Jerry Andrews: This fight has gone from inside, to outside, all through the different levels of this building, and now we’re damn near right back where we started. This has been an all-out war!

Ace Anderson: And every war has casualties, Jerry. Sadly, both these men might lose something after this affair!

Dominator holds the chair while he slams it against the ground just as Crazy Boy gets back to his feet. Dominator swings overhead, looking to smash Crazy Boy in the face once again, but Crazy Boy, somehow, someway, grabs the chair with his hands! Dominator suddenly shoots back with a very Crazy Boy-esque super kick that lands flush on the chair which smashes Crazy Boy’s face and sends the veteran over the guardrail and back to ringside!

Jerry Andrews: What a kick from Dominator!

Ace Anderson: I didn't know the big man had it in him!

The referee quickly leaps over the guardrail as Crazy Boy lies on his back, a trickle of blood pouring from his forehead. Dominator slowly pulls himself over the guardrail as well, and he lands on his feet on the other side although it’s clear he needs help standing.

Ace Anderson: Both these guys are going to need a mountain of Vicodin pills and Epsom salt after this one.

Crazy Boy begins to push himself off the mat, but Dominator doesn’t give the situation time to play out. He impatiently shoves the referee out of the way and pulls Crazy Boy to his feet. He pulls Crazy Boy with him before ramming his head off the side of the steel post! Crazy Boy bounces off it before collapsing near the foot of the entrance ramp. Dominator kicks the steel steps, dislodging the two pieces from each other before grabbing the bigger base piece. He carries it over to Crazy Boy before ramming it across his lower back!

Ace Anderson: There are prisoners in the Tower of London who never got this kind of punishment, historically, Andrews. This is sheer sadism and will to destroy.

Jerry Andrews: When will enough be enough?!

Dominator brings the steel steps with him before measuring Crazy Boy with a sharp kick right to the ribs! The loud impact pierces through the crowd’s ears and sends Crazy Boy rolling up the ramp. Dominator follows him, stomping on him. Dominator positions the steel steps and stands over Crazy Boy, who tries to pull himself up using Dominator’s tights.

Jerry Andrews: How the hell is Crazy Boy still going?

Ace Anderson: I don’t know, but I’ve got a feeling the end is nigh. Dominator has to drop the hammer NOW while the iron’s still hot.

Dominator does a throat-slashing gesture amidst a chorus of boo’s from the crowd! Dominator pulls Crazy Boy to his feet before slipping his head between his legs!

Dominator wraps his arms around Crazy Boy but before he can continue with the Anachronism, Crazy Boy falls to one knee. Dominator releases the hold and looks down at Crazy Boy pathetically before pulling the man’s hair back before slapping across the face. Crazy Boy then nails a roaring elbow smash that drops Dominator like a stone. The two men are collapsed on top of the stage.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator eats all of that, and now Crazy Boy is trying to will his body back into motion!!

Moving like his joints are filled with broken glass, Crazy Boy starts pushing himself up to his knees. He collapses a little bit as he does, but steadies himself with his elbows. He looks up to the stage, scanning the PCW-tron and the scaffolding holding the screen together, and how it connects to the stage. Crazy Boy looks at Dominator, laid out spread eagled on the steel stage, and he begins picking his way over to the scaffolding and support struts holding up the Pure Class Wrestling-tron. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation, not knowing why Crazy Boy is choosing to start climbing the support struts like monkey bars. But as he moves, hand over hand, he slips a little bit and starts to fall, catching himself. He looks back down at Dominator, who is out and still dazed.

Ace Anderson: What is this idiot doing?! If he would just roll Dominator's carcass into the ring, he could get a pin!

Jerry Andrews: I am getting a sinking feeling I know where this is going...

Crazy Boy climbs, weakly and gingerly, but he is making his way to a cross-beam that holds up the PCW-tron. It's twenty feet above the stage. Crazy Boy wobbles madly as he pulls his shattered body up, climbing until he is standing on the narrow beam, only space enough for a foot hold. It's a precarious position. Crazy Boy finally draws himself to his full height and stands on the support beam holding up the PCW-tron, high above the stage. He holds his arms out and screams to the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: No, don't do it, DON'T YOU DO IT, TYRONE THAT MUST BE 10 FEET IN THE AIR ABOVE THE STAGE!!

Ace Anderson: These man have used steel chairs, nunchucks, pipes, concrete, metal, used cars against each other, Crazy Boy is upping the ante!

Jerry Andrews: GET DOWN FROM THERE, HE COULD -

Crazy Boy flings himself even higher by jumping off the cross-beam and flying off with a swanton bomb. From about 30 feet in the air, Crazy Boy comes sailing down and connects with Dominator, with sufficient force that something gives way in the stage itself. There's a sound of metal breaking and both Dominator and Crazy Boy sink INTO THE STAGE, the force of the impact from Crazy Boy's 10-foot swanton bomb has left almost a crater, a hole in the God damn stage a foot deep, the metal panels of the stage couldn't take it. Crazy Boy and Dominator are both laid out amid the hole in the stage, and the crowd... goes... fucking insane. The crowd starts one of the most massive "HOLY SHIT" chants the arena has ever heard.

Jerry Andrews: TYRONE JUST HIT DOMINATOR WITH SUCH FORCE THAT THEY BROKE THROUGH THE STAGE!!

The referee is so flabbergasted by the sight of both men laid out amid a hole created by smashed metal panelling that he forgets what he's supposed to be doing here, he just checks on both men's vitals. Dominator and Crazy Boy are both laid out among the wreckage of the stage, unconscious or possibly dead. The crowd continues chanting, deafeningly, "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT".

Jerry Andrews: That's it. It's over. There's no way this match can continue. Both of these men have obliterated each other.

Ace Anderson: Just this match? You would be lucky if their careers weren't over after that stunt, what was Crazy Boy thinking?!

Jerry Andrews: Underground Rules, Ace. The Underground Title is at stake. Tyrone is trying to do everything in his power to leave his mark tonight, he wants to leave Dominator with nothing!

It takes a long time, but the referee is on the verge of calling for medical assistance when we see gasps of movement. And Tyrone Smith lives. However, his trip down the stairs plus his jump off the PCW-tron have left him possibly broken. He stumbles and falls to his knees. The camera cuts to High Tide, still watching on his TV screen backstage, looking invested, looking worried.

Jerry Andrews: Both men have had close calls so far. And you know that High Tide is sweating now. If Dominator can't respond or has been knocked out, he won't get the final point needed.

Ace Anderson: High Tide is putting all of his hope in tying it up tonight. He's praying for Dominator to stay down!

Crazy Boy has made it to the ring apron, on all fours, because he can't use anything else. The referee checks on him, and tries to go back to look for Dominator. Amazingly... Dominator... is sitting up. The crowd erupts in shock. The behemoth is rising from the broken spot on the stage. He stumbles, unable to keep his footing, and he throws off the helping hands of the referee, yelling for them to leave him alone. Crazy Boy, resting against the apron in the epitome of exhaustion and spent energy, just laughs incredulously. Dominator is only able to prop himself up on the guardrail. The two draw in deep breaths. Tyrone rolls into the ring, and Dominator gathers a little bit of resilience and charges in. Tyrone picks up the lead pipe from earlier and as Dominator gets in the ring Crazy Boy whales him across the gut with it. Dominator stumbles away, holding his gut.

Jerry Andrews: At's all coming to a boiling point here!

Ace Anderson: Are these two trying to live in a body cast for the next few weeks?!

Tyrone holds the pipe up, but grips his injured shoulder as if the ten foot fall did lots of damage to his limbs. He turns, right into a boot from Dominator. The big man lifts Crazy Boy up and crushes him with a chokeslam. He covers.

Jerry Andrews: After all that, is it over like this?!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...



TWO...



THREE -



NO!!!

Crazy Boy kicks out! Crazy Boy kicks out, explosively, and the crowd is going insane. Dominator shouts "WHAT?!" and he rips at his hair. He snarls and tells the referee that was three. He even slaps his hands together to simulate how the ref should be counting. The referee argues with him, telling him it was only two. Dominator has a look on his face like he cannot believe this is happening. He shakes his head. He takes the heavy wrist watch he wears and sizes his fist up like he's reading a WMD, then he slides the wrist watch onto his fist like a pair of brass knuckles. However, as he readies a swing of his powerful loaded fist towards Crazy Boy's head, Crazy Boy ducks under the swing, and then he is able to somehow, struggling, lift the giant up onto his shoulders. He goes for an airplane Crazy Spin, but the jump and his numerous injuries have made lifting the hundred plus pound dead weight impossible. Dominator slides down and lifts Crazy Boy up, going for the Anachronism... but it's countered again, as Crazy Boy comes from the side to slip behind and hit a sling blade neckbreaker! Crazy Boy sits on his butt, looking around wildly to the crowd.

Ace Anderson: I think now Dominator will be sorry he didn't put Tyrone away when he had the chance.

Jerry Andrews: Is he calling for it?! The Crazy Spin?!

Tyrone tries to pace over to the turnbuckles to get in position for the 450. But it's very hard. He's been through quite a lot. He gingerly takes his time, wincing and holding his back. When he gets to the top, he turns and targets Dominator. He flings himself off, but Dominator moves!! Crazy Boy just hits the mat in an awkward jumbled crash landing.

Jerry Andrews: No!!

Dominator looks to be out of sorts as he gets to his feet, but he instinctively lifts Tyrone up from the side and this time he drops back, flattening him with his finisher. That would appear to be it.

Ace Anderson: And Crazy Boy falls right into the Anachronism. That's it, Andrews. It's over. New champion.

Jerry Andrews: Except, Dominator doesn't appear to be moving either, Ace.

Indeed, Dominator is still laid out flat on his back. He isn't able to move, and he appears to be too hurt to get up. Crazy Boy is out, still.

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe this. After all they've gone through, could it be neither man can answer the ref?! Dominator had it won after the Anachronism.

Ace Anderson: This match was a war, and Tyrone brought a fight to Dominator like we had never seen. Dominator thought he had the title well in hand, he didn't expect this.

The referee waves to the timekeeper and tells them to ring the bell.

Sasha Greene: This match has been ruled a DRAW, by reason of double knockout!! Therefore, neither competitor gets the point.

Jerry Andrews: That cannot sit well for Dominator. This ties things up, now Dominator will have to face High Tide in a tie breaker match at a later date!

Ace Anderson: We STILL don't have an Underground Champion!

WINNER: DRAW

The referees and trainers have come down, as has Horatio Mortimer, Dominator's manager, for his client, trying to revive the two of them and get them to exit the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This cannot be the ending that Dominator wanted. Now he has one more step to go, we all will, before we know who the Underground Champion is.

Ace Anderson: But will it be Dominator, or will High Tide be able to come from behind and win everything?! We will have to find out!!

As the ringside area is cleaned up following that match, the faithful are treated to flashing footage of the previous times Whitey Ford and Phinehas Grimm have won the World Title. The images are on repeat. After each cycle the color begins to drain more and more. The process slows down. The video quality starts to disintegrate. Fire burns a hole from the middle and fans out until the highlights fall into ash.

Darkness says hello to the light.

The light responds with candles.

There are two globes situated in a metal meridian on a walnut stand between Seromine. The globes themselves are of antique style. On the left, the state of Maine has been blacked out. On the right, the state of Kentucky is the same. The Serpentine Sermonizer glowers at both. Destiny is fixated on her candle arrangement. He runs his fingers along the borders of the states, growing tense as he descends into his thoughts.

“Drugs and Alcohol, Whitey, the two vices which corrupt and corrode your very existence. You are an abomination. You don’t belong in a wrestling ring. You belong in rehab. Phinehas Grimm and his deceitful dealings of witchcraft are nothing more than mere tools of Satan. I should crucify and burn you at the stake just for being an affront to God!”

His words are highlighted by a serious tone, which grabs the attention of his wife. He shakes his head, then looks over the Pine Tree and Bluegrass States again.

“My faithful, you will witness my ascension to the top of this company. Purging the degenerate champion from his perch. Halting the bearded intruder’s attempt to have a seventh reign. God has put me in a place to save the championship from further decay. To save the company from further ruin. Just as he has put Brother Gabriel in a place to regain North America from a game playing thief.”

He continues.

“Isaiah 3:19. Behold, the day of the Lord cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate: and he shall destroy the sinners thereof out of it. The world is mine, Whitey! The world is mine, Phinehas! My intentions tonight are to strike you both down and then go on to win the Deadly Rumble! It’s time to PRAISE SEROMINE!”

The candles are extinguished by Destiny. She shoots an evil smile and wink at the camera before the last little light is put out.

“Praise the Lord.”

Jerry Andrews: Seromine just makes me uncomfortable.

Ace Anderson: I think that might be the point.

Jerry Andrews: Well, speaking of Seromine, his Follower Gabriel is up next, challenging the North American Champion!

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Pure Class Wrestling North American title! Introducing first...”

The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play.

“From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing Two-hundred nineteen pounds, GABRIEL!”

Gabriel emerges, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.

"There's a world you're living in
No one else has your part
All God's children in the wind
Take it in and blow hard.

Look around it, have you found it
Walking down the avenue?
See what it brings,
could be good things
In the air for you.."

Gabriel climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring, says a quick prayer, and awaits his opponent/the start of the match.

“And his opponent!”

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. 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"

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd.

“From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs Two-hundred eighteen pounds, the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, KYLE SHANE!”

For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. 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, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship
Singles Match
Kyle Shane (©) vs Gabriel
Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!
DING!
DING!

Gabriel wastes no time in grappling Kyle Shane, pushing him on the heels of his feet like he had skates on. Against the ropes or in the corner, it matters not to the former Rick Majors. He is out for redemption and his previously held championship. The moment he sees daylight, Gabriel unloads a volley of stiff shots that rock the God of Game. The referee has to quickly jump in to make sure they are on the level, but Gabriel does a good job in concealing the fact they may not be. Kyle absorbs the body blows and then switches the challenger places. Kyle tees off like Gabriel’s head were a speed bag. He whips Gabriel with authority and on the rebound sends him head over feet with a back body drop.

Jerry Andrews: These two guys just don't like one another. Kyle Shane cashing in on Gabriel did not sit right with him, and Gabriel's comments about Shane following that match really annoyed Shane.

Ace Anderson: I can see why Gabriel is upset, but we need to state this firmly: Kyle Shane won the North American Title fair and square.

Jerry Andrews: That he certainly did.

Kyle comes in to continue the early upper hand, but finds Gabriel putting himself behind the referee. Every time Shane shifts, Gabriel follows with the human shield. Kyle puts on the speed with a spin move, but Gabriel is sly enough to duck out of the ring. Kyle jumps out after him and the chase is on. Both men are back in, but from opposite sides. A criss cross ensues. When the games end, Gabriel once more is sent spiraling with a back body drop. He gets up and eats a clothesline. Another. Then another. Kyle picks him up and runs him into the corner. He turns the hips and runs him to another. Then back to the starting point. Shane stomps him down into a seated position. He hits the ropes and introduces his feet to Gabriel’s face with a dropkick. Gabriel’s head whiplashes to the side and out of the ring he rolls again.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel may want to contact a dentist after that impact. Kyle Shane hits everything full speed.

Ace Anderson: Speed is overrated, Andrews. Just like your contributions on the headset.

Kyle rolls out after him with the determination of a gamer who has made it to the final boss. He lands a pele kick to the surgically repaired neck of Gabriel. Kyle rolls into the ring and hits the ropes with breathtaking speed. Like a bullet, he plunges himself through the ropes, hooks his right arm around Gabriel and swings him down with a DDT. Gabriel takes a tumble into the aisle from the crash landing, but the fans love it. Kyle basks in the glory of being cheered as he returns Gabriel into the ring. Kyle hops to the apron and returns inside with a double hop moonsault. Kyle goes for a quick cover.

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Barely a two. Kyle begins an array of lightning quick strikes as he uses his powerful legs to further wear Gabriel down. He catches his foot on one, forcing the defending champion to hop on one foot. Gabriel gets back to his feet but eats enziguri for his troubles. Gabriel falls onto the middle rope. Kyle moves in. He pulls Gabe off of his predicament, but finds the challenger hanging on for dear life while he pleads with the referee to get Shane off of him. Kyle tries to force a release as he waistlocks him. The referee administers the count. What he doesn’t see is Gabriel sneaking in a low blow with a sudden kick. Kyle immediately steps away and is down to a knee with a pained expression. The referee questions Gabriel who has a smug smile on his face.

Jerry Andrews: I’m pretty sure the Bible never okayed that. That just shows what lengths Gabriel will go to get the upper hand.

Ace Anderson: Well maybe Kyle Shane should re-use Dan Fierce’s information to buy himself a cup next time. What the referee doesn’t see, can’t hurt Gabriel. But it can sure hurt the champ!

Ignoring the booing of the crowd he turns and drills Kyle in the mouth with a running knee lift. Gabriel drops to a knee and begins to unload a flurry of mounted rights. He stops long enough to clasp his hands in prayer. The problem comes when he turns that gesture into club. Gabriel can audibly be heard reciting a prayer as he beats on Kyle’s head with the clasped fists. At the point of amen! Gabriel switches to a blatant choke. The ref starts the count. Gabe lets go at three, then starts all over. A point he makes to the referee by telling him what interrupting him does. Having enough of doling out that version of punishment, Gabriel pulls Kyle up. He whips him into the ropes but is right there to bury a knee into the abdomen. Shane flips into a sit down. Gabriel charges across and returns with an elbow smash to the face.

“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!!” Gabriel says in the face of Kyle Shane before getting up. Gabriel places the side of his foot into Kyle’s windpipe and pushes down with authority as he uses the top rope for additional leverage. Again, the referee issues a warning and then begins the customary five count. Gabriel pushes his luck this time, stopping a hair before five is counted. With Kyle gasping for air and clutching his throat, Gabriel takes a moment to enjoy his handiwork. Kyle finds himself dumped out of the ring. Gabriel rolls under the rope. He stops and drops to a knee. It would appear as if something is in his eye.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah right. Come on!

What Gabriel is doing is putting his back to the referee’s line of vision so that he can strangle Kyle with a nearby cable. He notices the zebra heading over so he quickly throws the cable back to where it was. Gabriel joins Kyle Shane in looking for air. He proclaims that Kyle was illegally choking him, making a point to show him the cable. It’s a fairly good act but one that isn’t believed for a second.

Jerry Andrews: This is just sad now.

Gabriel laughs as he returns Kyle to the ring. He drops him with a running clothesline and then props himself in the nearest corner. Gabriel patiently waits for the hurting champ to stagger his way to his feet. Picking his spot. Gabriel comes in with an attempted chop block.

Kyle is ready! He stops that dead in its tracks with a well placed foot to the chest. Gabriel flings upright. Kyle doubles him with a boot to the midsection. Double arm DDT! Kyle rolls him over and finds himself scoring a second pin attempt.

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No dice. Gabriel has enough in the tank to kick out at two. Just as Kyle is sitting up, Gabriel says hello with a rake of the eyes. He grabs Shane by the waist and pulls him into the middle turnbuckle head first. Shane is bent at an awkward angle. Gabriel takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs before he goes to collect him. The North American champion is held in a stalling suplex. But the finish is actually a nasty looking brainbuster. Gabriel turns the hips and pulls Shane into a second one. A third turn from the opposite side and...suplex! Gabriel arrogantly leans back on Shane like he were a couch and then orders the referee to count.

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Kickout! Gabriel looks up impatiently. He hooks the leg and demands a recount.

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Kickout! Gabriel is beginning to get irritated by the count and Kyle Shane’s resilience. He drags Kyle further down the ring and with his feet on the ropes, crunches him down for a third pin.

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KICKOUT! Gabriel drops his feet as the fans cheer on the God of Game. He’s no longer playing nice about the matter. Kyle is pulled up for an Irish whip. It’s partially reversed! Kyle pulls Gabriel into a sudden swinging neck breaker. He turns this into the three amigos style of vertical suplexes! LET’S GO KYLE chants grow louder and louder as both men are down and hurting. The obligatory ten count is administered. Kyle appears to be feeding off the energy of his many fans. Perhaps "bonerfarts91" is among them. Both men make it up by seven respectively. Gabriel swings wildly. It gets blocked and spun into the set up for Nocturne of Shadows! Gabriel squirms and wiggles to disrupt the timing. He manages to twist his body around to connect with a sudden northern lights suplex! He elects to not bridge it for the pin. Gabriel pulls Kyle up and runs him with authority into the corner. He brings him out, picks him up and further jars his spine into the top turnbuckle. Kyle is placed up top. Gabriel steps onto the ropes and…

Superplex! Kyle captures him in a roll up!

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3!-NO! Gabriel just manages to kick the hell out of that as fans bite on the false finish. Looking as if he is about to have a heart attack, he asks Elizab---the referee if he made it in time before collapsing.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane showing off some quick instincts there and it almost got him the win!

Ace Anderson: Oh please. I don’t know what match you are watching, but you may want to get some glasses, because Gabriel CLEARLY had Kyle’s shoulders down.

Gabriel aggressively pulls Shane into a front facelock. “BELIEVE!” is countered! German suplex. Another. Another. SUPLEX CITY, BITCHES! Gabriel is rolled backwards. He’s up on his knees at the conclusion, Emblem Heartless! Gabriel finds himself rolling the hell out of the ring, albeit loopy, before Kyle can capitalize. No problem. Finding his power up, Kyle with that speed on full display propels himself with a barrel roll suicide dive! Gabriel is driven into the railing and finds it a good prop to keep his hurting self on. Kyle continues to feed off the frenzied Pro-Shane crowd. Gabriel puts his weight down as Kyle goes to move him. A knife edge chop stops that. Gabriel clings onto the apron for all its worth to prevent going back inside. Shane slams his head off the canvas for his troubles to end that. Gabriel is pushed back inside.

Kyle returns in and watches Gabriel beg for mercy. He pleads his case and offers a handshake to let bygones be bygones. Kyle looks around at the fans, asking what they think of this bullshit. Gabriel sees his chance. He charges but has his momentum used against him. LIGHT ARROW! Gabriel immediately grabs his chest from the strong kick. The pain he is in shows in his expression.

“KONAMI CODE!” screams Kyle Shane. Uppercut, Uppercut, Takedown, Takedown, Left strike, Right strike, Left strike, Right strike, Brainbuster, Armlock! Kyle locks it and clamps down. Gabriel yells at the top of his lungs, desperately looking for ANY possible way to escape. Kyle bridges himself to apply added pressure. Gabriel has his hand in the air, fist clenched. He frantically looks for the ropes and...gets a foot! Kyle has no choice but to relinquish. Gabriel is stopped before he can get the hell out of dodge with his one good arm. Kyle grabs him in a headlock. PIECES OF EDEN—NO! Gabriel has enough awareness to clobber Kyle in the ribs with repeated elbow jabs. Once freed, he catches Kyle with his second attempt at “BELIEVE!” A wounded Gabriel is fast to go for the pin. He emphatically counts along.

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NOT YET! Gabriel sits upright with eyes wide and mouth gaped open. He had no choice but to use his worked over left arm in the motion and it didn’t pay off. Gabriel’s anger is beginning to boil over. This time he does get out of the ring. This time he has had enough. He shoves the time keeper out of the way and takes the chair he had been sitting on.

Jerry Andrews: What is Gabriel doing?!

Ace Anderson: He’s obviously getting a chair for Kyle Shane to sit on. Isn’t that nice of him?

Jerry Andrews: What dirty trick WON'T Gabriel pull here tonight!?

It gets folded. Gabriel stomps his way up the steel steps. He’s losing focus on winning the title and instead is looking to put Kyle Shane on the shelf for good. The referee is right there to meet him in protest. Gabriel is paying no attention to the official. Kyle is allowed to gain his balance. Gabriel has the chair ripped out of his hands. An argument is triggered. The referee wins the battle. Gabriel rushes in to lock Kyle in a bulldog...it’s the champions turn to throw down some stinging elbows to the ribs. LOW BLOW! Gabriel gets in the cheap shot while the referee is busy putting the chair outside. THE WORD OF THE LORD is hit! Fans are very vocal with their disapproval. Kyle is rolled over. Gabriel hooks the leg with his good arm. Here’s the ref.

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The bell is called for! The boos grow louder. "There's a World" by Neil Young has already started playing and a victorious Gabriel has reclaimed the North American title!

“Here is the winner and NEW Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion, Gabriel!”

He is handed the championship and like Linus with his blanket, Gabriel clutches onto his precious with glee. He laughs at Kyle Shane’s loss before rolling out of the ring in jubilation.

WINNER: Gabriel via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel likes to talk about having the title stolen from him, but THAT was a theft in my opinion!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane will certainly have a grievance following that match.

Jerry Andrews: But we continue on here tonight with our show and, coming up next, the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship is on the line! Whitey Ford puts his title up in a triple threat match against Seromine and Grimm!

Ace Anderson: What a match this is going to be!


Following a brief delay, we return to ringside.

“The following match is a triple threat and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling World Title!”

Pure Class Arena is transformed into a church. The faithful are highlighted by soft colors typically seen in stained-glass patterns. Violet further beautifies things from the stage to the ring. An angelic choir of all ages rise from under the stage holding candles. Each man, woman, and child are dressed in red robes with white accents.

The moment has arrived. It is time to stand and Praise Seromine! Praise the Lord!

The pipe organ beginning of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” fills the arena. As the choir begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and his wife Destiny enter from around the ramp in an open carriage horse-drawn buggy. Seromine halts the clydesdales, then assists Destiny out of the ride. They both show their appreciation for the vocalists. Slowly, the pair makes their way down to the ring, stopping to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a mixed reaction churns from the crowd.

“Introducing first. Being led to the ring by Destiny Willard. From Anaheim, California. He weighs Two-hundred forty pounds, SEROMINE!”

Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his wife. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance. She is in a very conservative, black dress with a white collar and cuffs and two white buttons on the front. On her feet are black heels. 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, leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on during the match. Following a kiss, he holds the ropes as Destiny exits to ringside. The lights return to normal as Seromine waits for the sinner.

“Introducing next...”

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.

“From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs Two-hundred seventeen pounds, here is GRIMM!”

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.

“And finally...from Leeds, Maine. Weighing Two-hundred forty-five pounds. He is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, WHITEY FORD!”

Within a split seconds time and without warning, strobe lights cascade the fans and the arena while the heavy guitar riffs build up for "Determined" by Mudvayne. Once the lyrics kick in and the music roars louder, the arena is left dark as a crimson spotlight focuses on the center of the stage, just as a massive pyrotechnic spark erupts on either side of the curtain. Whitey Ford walks out with a purpose, holding the PCW World Championship over his head with pride. He surveys the crowd from the top of the ramp, nodding at their mixed reaction towards him even after his change of heart. In the end of it all, it makes him smile, and the title is dropped to his side. Dragging the gold belt down the entrance ramp, Whitey tosses it inside of the ring before rolling in himself. He stands in the center, raising the title once more over his head with one arm.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship
Triple Threat Match
Whitey Ford (©) vs Seromine vs Grimm
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Seromine wastes little time in calling out both men. He declares Ford a “SINNER!” and Grimm a “BLASPHEMER!” while showing no fear of his opponents. The two arch enemies turn their attention to The Serpentine Sermonizer. His smile slowly develops towards the creepy side. Grimm’s soulless, glacier eyes fixate on the boisterous preacher of Pure Class Wrestling. Ford is ready to take a pound of flesh from Seromine over his actions on the last Trauma. They pick up their brawl right where it left off with neither man getting or having an advantage over the other. They work the crowd with a slugfest. Seromine cuts in with a knee to the gut, halting Whitey’s next shot. He then spins and decks the stoic Grimm, who up to that point was content to bide his time. Grimm slowly turns his head around towards the fanatical Seromine, grasping him with a full throttle death grip around the throat.

Jerry Andrews: I hope the so-called Lord and Savior said a prayer before doing that, because Grimm is about to send him to meet his maker.

Ace Anderson: And I hope you have repented your sins and accepted Seromine into your heart.

Jerry Andrews: I would rather go on a date with Alexa Black.

Seromine is thrown into the corner. Grimm charges with a clothesline. He sends him back to Whitey Ford, who lands a big European uppercut, dropping him immediately. Ford pulls Seromine to his feet and holds him in place for Grimm to land the first headbutt of the contest. Seromine is dropped to a knee. The two rivals decide to double team Seromine with an Irish whip first and then a tandem back body drop afterwards. Seromine spins back up and takes his lumps from both opponents. Grimm disorients with a bell clap. Ford punctuates with a high kick to the head. This sends Seromine out of the ring where a concerned Destiny rushes to his aid. Grimm spins Ford around and lands a massive head butt on him now, staggering him back towards the corner. As he comes in, Whitey boots him in the gut to stop any further attack.

Ford sticks his boot onto the top turnbuckle before sending Grimm’s cranium into it. Grimm is propped against the buckles. Ford unleashes a torrent of stinging knife edge chops. Seromine has slid back into the ring and quickly finds the champion. Whitey is caught by surprise with a release German suplex. Seromine quickly returns to his feet to blast Grimm with a running knee in the corner, giving him nowhere to go. He wraps his arms around the Hangtown Horror before landing a belly to belly suplex. Seromine yanks Grimm up by his red beard where he then reintroduces him to the corner via Irish whip. Paying tribute to the Great Muta, Seromine hits a handspring back elbow. Grimm slumps in the corner. Seromine charges at Whitey Ford who counters into a gorilla press slam. Seromine finds himself released into a powerslam for his troubles. Ford returns to Grimm but takes a flying shoulder block. He puts Seromine down with a running back elbow, then surveys the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I never thought I’d see the day when Whitey Ford and Phinehas Grimm would decide to work together. No matter the reason.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, well, it didn’t last long. So don’t get used to it. This match is all about one thing and that is winning the World Title.

Jerry Andrews: Or retain in the case of the defending champion.

Ace Anderson: I’m a former champion, thank you very much! I think I know how things work.

The calculating former six time world champion has his pick. He brings both men up at the same time and positions them for a dual head butt. Seromine and Whitey Ford kick him in the gut at virtually the same time and then work together with a double suplex. Just as they look ready to tear one another apart, Seromine pulls Grimm up and instructs Ford to hit a clothesline. Fuck that. Whitey Ford does it because he wants to, not because some false prophet (his words) asked. Seromine sweeps Grimm’s legs out just as Ford hits said clothesline. Seromine unceremoniously dumps Phinehas out of HIS ring and turns back around to pick up matters with Ford. Seromine is met with a spinebuster for his troubles. Ford hits the ropes and lands a leaping elbow drop. He hooks the legs for a quick pin.

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Not quite a two as Seromine kicks out. Had he not, Grimm was there to break things up. Ford is grabbed and pulled into a samoan drop. A savate kick is in Seromine’s future. It’s caught! Seromine jams his elbow into the quad before giving Grimm his leg back. Spinning roundhouse kick! Seromine is up and attacking Whitey Ford. He uses a blatant choke while yelling for him to REPENT in the process. Seromine keeps himself facing Phinehas Grimm. After he is forced to let go, it’s his turn to be choked. Seromine breaks the hold. He pulls Ford and Grimm up one at a time. To the corner goes Whitey. Crashing into him front first goes Grimm. The Hangtown Horror falls like a redwood. Ford takes a spill and lands head first into his groin! This draws a smattering of OOOH’s from the males in the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Ace Anderson: It’s more like scrambled eggs, Jerry. If you want cereal, you know where catering is.

Seromine takes a moment to look towards his wife who is amused by what she saw. Seromine peels Grimm out from under Ford and gets a pin.

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Kickout.

He rolls Grimm out of the way and tries his luck on the champion.

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Kickout.

Seromine shoots a glare at the referee. A very unnerving glare, but a kickout is a kickout. He lays the two side by side, turns and lands a moonsault...into four knees. Seromine rolls over clutching his stomach. While down, this allows the others to get to their feet and jockey for the upper hand. Ford drills Grimm with a running dropkick, sending him over the top rope and to the floor. Seromine is pulled up and thrown to the outside as he narrowly misses Grimm. Whitey hits the ropes and dives out onto them with a springboard plancha! This draws immediate cheers from the faithful as they always enjoy Ford’s high impact style. Seromine is grabbed first and is doubled. Ford hoists him midway in the air for an attempted piledriver, but Seromine balks. Whitey works his back over to loosen that. Forearm from Grimm! The sound it makes is absolutely cringe worthy.

Grimm stalks Ford. He then turns his cold stare to Seromine. He brings the self professed Lord and Savior to his feet. But...does nothing with him. Other than give a slight motion in the direction of Whitey Ford. Seromine thinks the situation over before electing to work together on a double team. Grimm makes a deliberate path for the announce desk. He clears it of debris and commentators. Seromine works Ford over as he brings him over. The two men in tandem lift Ford up. Double powerbomb through the announce table!! Ford breaks it with such authority that the floor breaks his fall. Ford is left in a motionless heap as Seromine mocks his wicked ways. Grimm seems pleased with Ford’s fate in his own way, but still has someone else to deal with.

Jerry Andrews (strained): OH MY GOD! Whitey Ford is hurt and needs help immediately.

Ace Anderson: I’ll say he needs help. I happen to know the name of a Good Doctor.

Jerry Andrews: WILL YOU STOP? Whitey Ford may be a lot of things…

Ace Anderson (interrupting): Broken comes to mind!

Seromine is grabbed and sent into the ring steps. As Pure Class officials race to check on the champion’s condition, Grimm shoves through the chaos. He retrieves the Serpentine Sermonizer in order to throw him back inside. Fans are buzzing with concern for Whitey Ford as a stretcher has been called for. Grimm hits a successful clothesline on Seromine. He drops down and goes for the pin.

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Kickout! Grimm gives the referee a look as if to question the count. Whitey Ford is shown being wheeled to the back for a medical check.

Jerry Andrews: It looks bad and the champ is being taken from this match by our medical team.

Ace Anderson: That leaves this a one-on-one match with the title up for grabs!

Grimm gets up and makes his way to the apron. He perches up top. Destiny can be heard warning her husband of impending danger as she does what she can to stir him. Seromine turns just in time to avoid being hit with a missile dropkick. Seromine takes advantage with a shining wizard! This is followed with a gator roll and a guillotine choke. Seromine locks in the pressure like he were an anaconda as he tries to wear down Phinehas. Grimm fights with all he’s got to prevent going out. For every attempt to get himself out of the wear down, Seromine only applies further pressure. Just when things look their bleakest, Grimm finds a reserve. Fisherman suplex!

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Kickout! Seromine gets his shoulder off the mat before things could go any further. Seromine gets up and elbows Grimm back down. A sinister smirk appears. He rolls The Crimson Demon over onto his stomach and then unleashes the Absolution Stomp! It’s six vicious stomps to the head, neck, and shoulders. “Drive the sin from your filthy soul, Phinehas!” he growls with glee through the process. Seromine grabs him and is met with shots to the midsection. The Abomination of Desolation is relentless until he firmly has control of the matter. With Seromine’s back towards him, Grimm lands a reverse DDT. He follows it up with Lament Configuration! Both men have hit one of their signature moves on the other. There’s a pin.

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Kickout! Fans are electric for this back and forth. Remembering that he had it done to him earlier, Grimm squeezes on Seromine’s throat like a vice with a blatant choke. The referee is right there to apply the rule for doing it. He stops and lifts Seromine by the hair. He knocks him for a loop with a trio of nasty headbutts with the final also having the caveat of slamming the back of his head into the mat. Grimm whips him into the ropes. Seromine ducks a running lariat. Grimm ducks one himself on the return. But neither avoid the collision with attempt three! Destiny slams her hands on the mat, pleading for her husband to get up. Grimm’s eyes are glazed over as he catches a glimpse of the arena lights. By the time the count reaches eight, they are up. Grimm looks to hit a back body drop. Seromine lands on his feet. He uses the ropes for a springboard, but is forced to moonsault behind a charging Grimm. Phinehas spins into a European uppercut. This knocks him against the ropes. On the return he catches Seromine off with a claw hold! Seromine locks his hands around his forearm in an attempt to pry the grip off, but Phinehas is finding success.

Jerry Andrews: These two guys are just trying to tear each other apart!

Seromine is down to a knee. Now the other. He’s in obvious pain from the applied pressure. Grimm leans in, asking him to “praise WHO?” with great annoyance. Seromine throws a stiff shot to the abdomen. Nothing. He throws a forearm to the gut. Barely registers. Seromine starts to grind his forearm into the left knee. Grimm will have none of it as he works Seromine over. He’s finding success! Now he fires off stiff shots anywhere they will land until he is able to get back up. Arm trap neckbreaker! Seromine takes some time to massage his temples as he is still feeling the effects of the claw hold. Once he sees an opening, Grimm is thrown into the corner. Seromine follows him in with a running uppercut. Grimm is worked up the buckles. Seromine carefully gets him position in what looks to be a muscle buster on the middle rope. He leaps. STIGMATA! Grimm is spiked by another signature. Seromine frantically drags him to the center of the ring, there’s a pin!

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NO! Grimm gets a shoulder up at two and a half! Destiny hangs her head down at ringside, believing Seromine had just captured the gold. Seromine digs his fingers into his head as he looks down upon Phinehas Grimm. Aggressively he brings him up by the hair. Seromine hits a leaping knee to rock Grimm against the ropes. He whips him across. Grimm nails a spear! After taking a chance to gather his wits and fight through the punishment he lines Seromine up and...FODDERSHOCK! The fans get behind this as he grabs a pin of his own.

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NO! NO! NO! Seromine avoids disaster this time with shoulder finding its way up in time. Grimm rolls himself into a seated position. He wrings his beard while glaring back at Seromine. Grimm gets up with Seromine. A knee finds its way to the chest of Grimm, doubling him over. Seromine bridges underneath and nails a Northern Lights! He rolls through but Grimm fights his way to prevent a second. His shots don’t have a lot behind them, but they are enough to halt things. Seromine is sent to the ropes. Spinning backbreaker! Destiny paces around the ring. Her anxiety is on full display. Chants of “This is awesome!” have started.

And then it happens. The ovation is HUGE!

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell---WHITEY FORD IS COMING BACK!

Ace Anderson: NO! It can’t be!!

The World Champion is not about to let this remain a one-on-one for much longer. Whitey Ford (who suspiciously emits a smell of marijuana) is finding his way down the aisle. Bandages are wrapped around his head, but “The Asshole” doesn’t care. He’s here to put down Seromine and Grimm and retain his World Title. Ford slides inside the ring. He clotheslines Grimm. Then Seromine. Bodyslam. Powerslam. Ford sends Grimm to the corner and connects with an avalanche. Seromine is sent to the opposite corner. Spear! Ford turns around and catches Grimm with the Wasted-Land! Seromine is dumped on top of him via release Northern Lights.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford is back alright!

Ford is fired up by the faithful. Injury or no injury, he has made his impact. Ford positions himself in the corner as his opponents begin to stagger to their feet. Ford throws out the middle fingers and charges like a bull in a china shop. Seromine at the last second collapses out of the way. Grimm is BLASTED with a rehab spear. Phinehas finds himself dropping to the floor, grasping at his ribs. Ford turns around to face Seromine. He sizes him up and mocks his prayer first, then the crucifix pose. Ford goes for the rehab spear that was avoided. Ford is sent into the ring post! Seromine gets a second wind as he suddenly smells blood in the water. He pulls Ford to the center of the ring. ASHES TO ASHES! Seromine blasts Grimm off the apron. He rushes back over to make the frantic cover!

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The referee calls for the bell as Seromine has done it! He sits up with a wide eyed expression as Be Still For the Presence of the Lord plays.

“Here is the winner and NEW Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, Seromine!”

Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it. Hell has just frozen over.

Ace Anderson: PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!

Jerry Andrews: #notmylordandsavior

Destiny rushes to her husband as they embrace with a kiss and the biggest of hugs. Seromine has his hand raised and is given his newly won championship. The loud boos of the crowd are falling on deaf ears. Seromine takes the moment in as he gazes at the title. The toll of the match not lost. He stretches out his arms and looks towards the heavens above while yelling with cheer. As Seromine looks into the camera to acknowledge his children, Gabriel steps inside of the ring. Over his shoulder is the recaptured North American title. They congratulate each other and celebrate their accomplishments by raising their respective titles high in the air for all to see. Seromine holds the ropes open for his wife, then exits with Gabriel behind him. The trio make their way up the aisle and head for the back.

WINNER: Seromine via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: What a night we have had folks and we are not done yet!

Ace Anderson: Oh not by a long shot!

Jerry Andrews: The Deadly Rumble is up next!

Ace Anderson: Oh I love the Deadly Rumble so much!

Jerry Andrews: Who will follow in the footsteps of Grimm, Eira, Sadistic, and last year's winner Rick Majors?

Ace Anderson: Winning the Deadly Rumble is about more than just a win, and even more than just a title shot. It's about making a name for yourself and cementing yourself among the greats in Pure Class Wrestling history.

Returning to ringside, the fans are red-hot in anticipation of the main event, the Deadly Rumble. The near-deafening noise is suddenly silent as the entire arena goes dark. With the exception of cellular telephone flashlights flickering on, pitch black dark.

For an entire minute or more, allowing the crowd to settle, before lightning strikes the ring and stage from the rafters. Every fan is startled to their feet. A slow rumbling thunder shakes the empty metal folding chairs at ringside.

From above the stage, silhouetted in the flashbulbs and lightning strikes, a humongous shape is lowered. It is far too dark in the arena to make out the shape, but slowly it is lowered in the center of the stage, taking up all of the space at the top of the ramp.

The lightning stops, leaving the arena is dark for another minute or more. The thunder rumbles softly, getting distant. The storm has passed and the fans become anxious. Restless.

“WE WANT THE RUMBLE!”

“GIVE US THE RUMBLE!”

An alternating chant begins, each side of the arena in full throat until a streaking bolt of lightning from above the ring cracks down onto the shape on the stage lighting it up. A gigantic red neon “V” shape behind a bar comes to life. It is the Club Vivacious set, new and improved, but recognizable all the same. As are the few people working the establishment.

Behind the bar, Remy Matthews dries glasses and returns them to their racks while, on the opposite, her identical twin sister Rebi wipes down the multicolor neon-lit bar top. Posted up at the right and left sides of the bar, former PCW talents Bryan Parker and Matthew Gamble respectively, act as or appear to be Club security.

Needless to say, with the Club Vivacious set sitting atop the stage, the entire crowd has lost their minds and soon, their voices. The set continues to put on a spectacular neon light display, building anticipation.

“NO TOR I OUS!”

Huge red letters appear on the PCW big screen as they echo out over the screaming fans. Again…

“NO TOR I OUS!”

Spotlight on the right side of the stage reveals Tre Stafford on drums, Andrew Cushing playing bass and Rick DeJesus with a microphone. Adelita’s Way at Deadly Intentions VIII jamming their new hit single.

“SO NOTORIOUS”

“They call me NOTORIOUS, for livin’ it up and not givin’ a fuck,” the first line, pretty much spot on, right? “Like a lion in a land of sheep, fill my teeth as they sink in deep.”

As “DEEP” reverberates from the rafters, the most costly network liability in Pure Class Wrestling history; the Man in Black, from his biker boots to the red-lettered “NOTORIOUS” black T-shirt; the former PCW North American Champion, Johnny Vivacious, rounds the right side of his set.

“They say I'm a rebel soul, bad to the bone, always ready to go,” the verse continues, and with what will certainly soon be discussed, “everybody wants to wear the crown, keep linin’ ‘em up, I'll keep knockin’ ‘em down.”

“NO TOR I OUS!”

“I am, exactly what they say I am,” the chorus rocks the arena as Vivacious crosses atop the ramp in front of his set to the left side of the stage.

“I stand for everything that they can't stand.”

Amping up the crowd even further, he waves his arms high above his head with the beat.

“I can't help it, I was born this way.”

Ashes, from the Red pinched tight in his lips, are flipped and flicked as he sings along.

“When I'm gone, you'll remember my name.”

With the exception of his hair, the platinum blonde is black and the spikes are at ease, Vivacious has returned.

“I am exactly who they say I am.”

“I’m too fast and too furious,” the next verse starts as Vivacious orders a drink, “you’re pushing your luck and that’s dangerous. I told you once, so you better believe,” a vodka, poured out of the Signature Trump Premium bottle, held high in the air (cheers), “you’ve never met a motherfucker quite like me.”

Vivacious shoots the drink, “NO TOR I OUS!” and wipes his mouth with his forearm, coffin nail back in place, before tossing the glass to the side and heading down the ramp.

The chorus rocks the arena, some of the fans sing along, the excitement level is (quite figuratively) through the roof. Though shrouded with dark-tinted shades, there is no question that the emerald greens are deadlocked on the ring. He does stop, more than a few times, to slap hands with the fans along the ramp.

“NOTORIOUS!”

“NOTORIOUS!”

At ringside, he ascends the ring steps and wipes his boots on the outside canvas before ducking in between the middle and top ropes. He crosses the ring, to the opposite corner, and bounds up onto the second turnbuckle.

“I am exactly what the say I am.”

Vivacious throws his hand in the air and ashes all around as he continues to sing along with Adelitas Way.

“SO NOTORIOUS!”

The chorus keeps the fans on their feet a last time before the band cuts and takes seats around the bar and Vivacious paces the inside of the ring. Raising the microphone, hesitating and dropping it back to his side several times.

If it were a minute, it felt as if two eternities pass before the crowd settles and Vivacious raises the microphone a final time.

“You know,” he begins, “there really is no better way than eleven years ago when I stood here, in front of you, looked at my wife and asked her, so, this is where wrestling has class?”

Vivacious paused, clearly gathering the words as he continued, “it would be unfair of me to say that PCW didn’t pay for that little production; I mean, they paid me a lot of money to be here right now and I turned around and brought THE actual band to perform my new awesome theme ....LIVE!”

Cheap pop, but hey, what do you really expect from…

“Don’t get your hopes up though,” Vivacious shook his head, pointing down at the ring, “I am not here tonight to compete; so, no, I will not be entering the Deadly Rumble.”

“I am here tonight,” the crowd’s disappointment drowns him out momentarily, but soon, “all right now, here me out, as of tomorrow morning I am back on the active roster. I am just here tonight,” he pauses to take a long, deep drag from the Marlboro, and then, “let’s face it, I am here tonight to put everyone backstage on notice; listen up, four weeks ago, I received a phone call from Pure Class Brass and it went like this:”

A telephone rings through the arena sound system, Vivacious answers, “Hello…”

“Mr. Johnny Vivacious,” an overexaggerated weak administrative-like voice spoke, “The shock isn’t here any more, the whole thing has gone soft, we need you back on the show.”

“...so,” Vivacious scratched his head, “when the edge was gone, they called me. Why?” Another long, deep drag from the cigarette, before, “because, if you heard it, it’s true. If you read it somewhere, believe it. If someone’s sister’s uncle’s stepfriend thinks they heard, saw, read or maybe it could have, it did.”

Vivacious snuffs the cigarette into the hip of his jeans, pinches it and puts it in his back pocket; rather contrary to the usual dropping it on the mat and snuffing it under his boot.

“I did it,” Vivacious admitted, “it was me. In one or another of my short stints here, I was the guy that pissed on Frostbite’s desk, beat up a homeless guy and walked out on an invitational tournament. That’s right, a tournament that I was invited to,” Vivacious takes a bow, “I’m the guy.”

In old school fashion, the April 2006 cover of PCW Magazine drops from above the ring. Vivacious was featured on the cover, middle finger salute and the PCW North American Championship belt over his shoulder, the headline: “Vivacious: The Chemistry of Chaos and Charisma”

“It would be unfair for me to enter the Deadly Rumble,” Vivacious reaffirmed, “I would purposefully eliminate myself at the end and go get my strap back. You’re okay for now, Kid,” Vivacious pulled his shades down and pierced his greens into the camera, “but keep it shined up for me.”

“Tonight,” Vivacious turns and crosses the ring to address the ramp, “tonight, every one of you got lucky, because I am nothing more than a host, a glorified personality figure, a draw brought in to go over the rules and announce the first two entrants.”

The crowd is mixed in emotion and reaction, most would love to see Vivacious in action and others are just excited to have Mr. One Night Only standing in the ring, even if only for one night. Vivacious allows them their time to react, the rush filling his sails as he amps up to actually do his job of the night.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he begins, pulling index cards from his inside jacket pocket, “welcome to the MAIN EVENT! This next match is the Deadly Rumble where participants must be tossed, thrown, launched or otherwise, flung over the top rope and both feet must touch the floor to be eliminated.”

Vivacious orders the index cards as he continues, “it is my understanding that the third and second runner up will compete for a shot at the PCW Underground Championship; the runner up will become the number one contender,” it takes him a moment, but he coughs it out, “for the PCW North American Championship!”

“JOHN-NY V!” chants briefly keep him from continuing.

“As has always been the case,” Vivacious raises his hand, “the winner of the Deadly Rumble, the sole survivor, will challenge the PCW World Champion at Collision Course!”

DING DING DING

“Let’s get started,” says Vivacious. “Introducing the competitor who drew number one….”

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. 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"

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. 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, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man… Kyle Shane is going to have his work cut out for him tonight!

Ace Anderson: And he’s already competed once tonight in a very close match against Gabriel.

Jerry Andrews: In the eyes of many, Shane should still be North American Champion. Gabriel cheated his way back to the belt!

“… from Boston, Massachusetts: KYLE SHANE!”

Shane waits in the ring for the second competitor.

“And, entering at number two…”

The opening circus calliope intro of "Greasepaint and Money Brains" by White Zombie starts playing as a battered, dilapidated ice cream truck, it's paint and decals peeling in a sinister manner rumbles up on stage, it's axles shaking with effort. The entrance ramp is backlit with a hellish red lighting as the ice cream truck pulls into a spot just to the left of the entrance ramp, making this vessel seem like some demonic harbinger. As the music distorts and twists into the driving guitar riff the jumbotron shows images of Sicko, walking down a long hallway, his back turned to the camera, then the screen splits and two images of Sicko, two faces, one laughing, one snarling.

Death is on the midway

Gambling with souls

Roulette on the wire

Ace is in the hole

I sink beneath the feeling

Moon is in my hands

A crooked wheel of twenty-one

I just don't understand - NO!

Laugh - YEAH! - drown and laugh

Your life is over

Then, as the music kicks in harder, shots of Sicko hitting various high impact signature moves on opponents. Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, looking around with a sickening smile. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The creep clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. As he climbs into the ring, he kneels on the apron, taking a look around at him with a depraved look in his eye. He then takes his fist and bashes himself over the forehead a few times, and then he begins getting fired up. His demeanor changes to one of frightening intensity as the smiling mask drops away, and he stands in the ring, screaming and flexing his muscles as he awaits the match to start.

“… from Death Valley, California: SICKO!!!”

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be interesting to say the least.

Ace Anderson: Sicko is a tough, brutal competitor. But Kyle Shane is known for his endurance. Remember, he won the Icemann Invitational tournament this year!

Johnny Vivacious leaves the ring as the match begins.

Kyle Shane charges at Sicko, but he’s shoulder blocked down to the mat. Sicko now pulls Shane up and hits at chokeslam from hell!

Jerry Andrews: Pagliacci!

Ace Anderson: Sicko could be seconds away from eliminating Kyle Shane!

Sicko pulls Shane up, drapes him over the shoulder, and walks towards the ropes. Shane drops down behind him, leaps up and hits a dropkick! Sicko staggers forwards against the ropes. Shane charges, but Sicko hits him with a big boot.

Jerry Andrews: That’ll stop you in your tracks!

Sicko pulls Shane up again, but the former North American champion hits him with an elbow to the face. He then stands up and drops his opponent with a sitout facebuster. From there, Shane hits a leg drop and then unloads on Sicko with forearms to the face.

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane just battering Sicko now!

Shane pulls his opponent up and throws him into the corner. As Sicko stumbles out, Shane connects with a running knee. He pulls Sicko up, but the big man shoves him backwards. He then grabs Shane and Irish whips him off the ropes. Shane runs back…

Jerry Andrews: Goddess White Sword!

Shane pulls Sicko up once more, but he’s hit with a huge clothesline, knocking him down to the mat. Sicko pulls Shane up….

Ace Anderson: Sweet Kamikaze!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is laid out now!

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The crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: Who’s gonna be number three!?

The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Rising Sun” roars out and they immediately know who is coming out from backstage!

Ace Anderson: Oh man!

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi Yukio is back!

The massive sumo slowly walks to the ring as Sicko turns his attention to the latest competitor. Yukio enters the ring and Sicko and Yukio engage in a brief staredown.

Jerry Andrews: There is A LOT of heft between these two men!

Ace Anderson: I hope they reinforced the ring!

Suddenly, Sicko swings at Yukio. He connects with a hard right hand, but the sumo is barely phased. Yukio rushes at Sicko and collides with him, but Sicko barely steps backwards. Sicko swings again, but Yukio gets to him first and connects with a big thrust kick. THAT staggers Sicko. Yukio charges again, but Sicko lunges at him, connecting with a spear! Yukio falls backwards against the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Look at these guys just beating the hell out of one another!

Ace Anderson: Yukio is staggered on the ropes! Sicko is going for the kill!

Sicko runs forward with a clothesline, but Yukio drives forward with a shoulder block followed by another thrust kick that finally takes Sicko off his feet!

Jerry Andrews: Sicko is down!

Suddenly, Kyle Shane comes flying off of the ropes with a big forearm, connecting right with the back of Yukio’s head.

Ace Anderson: Where did Kyle Shane even come from!?

Yukio is staggered, but not down. Shane waits for him to turn around and then hits him with a flying knee to the face! Yukio staggers more. Shane with another flying knee!

Jerry Andrews: And Yukio is down!

The big sumo falls to the mat with a thud as the crowd explodes! Shane gets to his feet and he’s immediately clotheslined down to the mat by Sicko.

Ace Anderson: You’ve always got to watch your back during this match!

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"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO plays and out walks the really muscular Buck Brochamp. He's not on steroids.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.

Ace Anderson: "The Broski!" "Hammer Jacked!" the "American Wet Dream!" It’s Buck Brochamp!

Brochamp enters the ring, turns to the crowd and flexes. Hiroshi Yukio is back on his feet and he hits Brochamp with a side thrust kick to the back of the head. Brochamp flies over the ropes and down to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: BUCK BROCHAMP IS OUT!

“BUCK BROCHAMP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Ace Anderson: It’s okay. He'll be fine. The ladies want to take him to bed usually.

While Brochamp rants on the outside, Sicko and Yukio resume their battle. The two trade blows, neither really managing to gain an upper hand. Suddenly, Kyle Shane flies in from out of nowhere, connecting with a double clothesline! Both men stumble.

Ace Anderson: WHERE DOES KYLE SHANE KEEP COMING FROM!?

Shane immediately starts to unload on Yukio with rapid strikes, staggering him and causing him to slump in the corner. Shane is relentless with the attack, unloading with rights and lefts, elbows and knees, strikes and strikes and strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has quite a combo going on here!

Ace Anderson: That he does, but how is he – or anybody – going to actually get Hiroshi Yukio over the ropes!? You can hit him all you want, but you have to get him up and over to eliminate him!

Yukio slumps down in the corner, falling to the mat with a thud. Shane stands there, seemingly unsure of what to do now.

Ace Anderson: See?

Shane tries to pull Yukio up, but it’s no use. Suddenly, Sicko hits Shane with a double axehandle to the back. Sicko pulls Shane up and he drops him with a scoop slam.

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Jerry Andrews: Who’s next!?

'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of the next superstar.

Ace Anderson: Wait… is it…?

Jerry Andrews: It is! Tyler Scott is back!

Scott slides into the ring and immediately attacks Sicko. Shane stands up and he attacks Scott! Sicko attacks Shane! Scott attacks Sicko! And it continues like this.

Jerry Andrews: These guys just taking turns beating the hell out of each other!

Ace Anderson: It’s like a beating-go-round!

Jerry Andrews: …

Ace Anderson: I said ‘beating-go-round!’

Jerry Andrews: I heard what you said.

Ace Anderson: Like a merry-go-round, but with beatings.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott takes Kyle Shane down with a snap suplex! For those unfamiliar with Tyler Scott, he competed in Pure Class Wrestling several years ago, winning the North American championship back in 2013.

Scott pulls Shane up, but Sicko clubs him before he can hit another move. Suddenly, Hiroshi Yukio bursts out of the corner, charges at all three men and taking them down with one big move!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: Hiroshi Yukio is certainly the man to beat here, in my book. He just took out everyone else in the ring with one shot!

Yukio pulls Tyler Scott up, but Sicko gets to his feet and he clotheslines Yukio, staggering him. Kyle Shane jumps up now and he hits Yukio with a dropkick, sending him towards the ropes. Tyler Scott runs at Yukio, hitting him with a flying forearm. Yukio is staggered against the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: I think everyone else in the match just realized the same thing! They’re all ganging up on Yukio.

Yukio tries to fight back, but he’s overwhelmed by the three-on-one. Suddenly, all three men force him backwards, over the ropes and down to the floor!

“HIROSHI YUKIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

The crowd cheers! The three men inside the ring pause for a moment, and then resume their three-way battle!

Jerry Andrews: So much for that brief alliance!

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Ace Anderson: Coming in a number six is….

The pipe organ beginning of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” fills the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man! The new World Champion is in the house!

Seromine walks down to the ring. The three competitors inside immediately turn and ready themselves.

Ace Anderson: Seromine went through a brutal, brutal match not very long ago tonight. You have to wonder how much he has left in him.

Sicko, Kyle Shane, and Tyler Scott all attack the World Champion as he enters the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I guess their alliance is back on?

Ace Anderson: They’re smart! They want the World Champ gone as soon as possible!

Kyle Shane backs Seromine into the corner. He starts to unload on him. After a few shots connect, Seromine covers up and then returns fire. He shoves Shane backwards, and Shane falls into Tyler Scott. Scott attacks him! Sicko attacks Scott!

Jerry Andrews: And…. it’s back off again.

Ace Anderson: The concept of “every competitor for themselves” is just too strong! There’s too much on the line here tonight!

Sicko and Scott battle it out on one side of the ring while Kyle Shane and Seromine face off on the other.

Jerry Andrews: Both Shane and Seromine were in tough title matches already tonight. Sicko and Tyler Scott are much fresher.

Ace Anderson: Great point! That could be a huge difference as this match progresses.

Shane blocks a shot from Seromine and he strikes back before setting Seromine up and hitting the Nocturne of Shadows! He pulls Seromine up, but Seromine hits him with a chinbreaker. He then hits a big European uppercut that sends Shane staggering.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Tyler Scott has Sicko backed into the corner. He tries to pull him out, but Sicko reverses it and he hits a big short-arm clothesline!

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"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY!"

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: NO WAY!?

Justin “Stormm” Michaels makes his way down to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: We haven’t seen him in over a year!

Stormm enters the ring and he goes right after Seromine, who had just finished dropping Kyle Shane with a suplex.

Ace Anderson: And Stormm immediately goes after the World Champion!

Stormm unloads on Seromine with right and left hands. Meanwhile, Sicko pulls Scott up and he Irish whips him off of the ropes. As Scott rebounds, Sicko drops him with a clothesline. On the other side of the ring, Stormm takes Seromine down, but he’s attacked from behind by Kyle Shane.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane, who drew number one, isn’t sitting back and letting anyone do his work for him. He’s been all over the place tonight.

Ace Anderson: How does he have the energy?

Jerry Andrews: Red Bull?

Ace Anderson: Yeah, I bet it’s Red Bull. Wait… are they a sponsor of this show? No? Never mind then. It’s not Red Bull.

Shane takes Stormm down, but as soon as he does, he’s clotheslined to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: This is the most number of competitors we’ve had in the ring at any point in this match, I believe, so it’s getting a little hard to move out there.

Ace Anderson: The attacks can – and do – come from anywhere!

Seromine pulls Shane up and he backs him into the corner. Meanwhile, Sicko pulls Tyler Scott up. Scott leaps up and hits him with a dropkick! Sick staggers into the corner. Before Scott can capitalize though, he’s attacked from behind by Stormm.

Ace Anderson: See what I mean?

Stormm grabs Scott and he hits a DDT. He then pulls him up. Scott swings at him, but Michaels ducks it. He fires back with a big clothesline that sends Tyler Scott falling into the ropes. Stormm hits a missile dropkick, and Scott falls over the ropes to the outside!

“TYLER SCOTT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Stormm turns around, and he’s struck down by Seromine. However, Kyle Shane takes Seromine down with a tackle. He then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Shane charges at him, hitting a clothesline. Kyle Shane then lifts Seromine up, throwing him over the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: He’s out!

Ace Anderson: No!

Seromine lands on the apron. Shane runs at him with a clothesline, but Seromine is thinking the same thing and they both hit the same move! Shane falls to the floor, but Seromine lands on the apron and he manages to roll back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine is still in this!

Seromine stands up, but he’s hit with a big boot by Sicko! He’s then hit with a clothesline by Stormm, and he finds himself over the ropes and on the apron again!

Ace Anderson: The World Champ is being hit from all sides here!

Jerry Andrews: There are no friends in this match!

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Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play.

Jerry Andrews: Or maybe there are!

Gabriel rushes to the ring to Seromine’s aid.

Jerry Andrews: I’m being told that Gabriel is the last entrant in this match and what an advantageous position for last year’s Deadly Rumble winner!

Ace Anderson: Hey, hey, hey… Rick Majors won the 2016 Deadly Rumble, not Gabriel!

Jerry Andrews: They’re the same person!

Ace Anderson: No they’re not! Ask Gabriel himself!

Jerry Andrews: There’s no way I’m asking him anything!

Gabriel attacks Stormm before he can do any more damage to Seromine. It doesn’t last long though as Kyle Shane clubs Gabriel in the back of the head.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel stole the North American title from Kyle Shane earlier tonight and obviously Shane is not happy about that!

Seromine stops the assault and he throws Shane into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: And now Seromine saves Gabriel!

Ace Anderson: Again!

Sicko attacks Seromine, but Gabriel pounces on him. Gabriel and Seromine double team the big man, backing him up into the corner. They both unload on him with strikes.

Ace Anderson: In all seriousness though, these two guys have a huge advantage in this match. They’re a team!

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but there can only be one winner!

Together, Seromine and Gabriel hoist Sicko up and throw him out of the ring.

“SICKO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

The two then turn their attention to Justin Michaels. Stormm doesn’t wait and he runs, hitting both men with a double clothesline, dropping both of them down to the floor! Stormm pulls Gabriel up and the throws him over the top rope! Gabriel catches himself and stands on the apron, but Stormm shoves him! Gabriel falls backwards to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: GABRIEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Ace Anderson: Wait! Not yet! Look!

Gabriel is on his back on the outside, but both of his feet are in the air!

Ace Anderson: He feet haven’t touched the ground! He’s still in this!

Jerry Andrews: He looks like a turtle on its back!

Ace Anderson: That’s our North American Champion you’re talking about!

Jerry Andrews: He still looks like a turtle!

Ace Anderson: …. you’re right.

Inside the ring, Seromine and Kyle Shane are engaged in a fierce battle, trading rights and lefts in the corner.

Jerry Andrews: How will Gabriel get back into the ring without his feet touching?

Suddenly, Destiny grabs Gabriel by the legs! She pulls him over to the ring, placing his feet on the ringside steps. She then helps him get up, with his feet on the steps, and re-enter the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ace Anderson: His feet didn't hit the floor.

Jerry Andrews: How many more shortcuts is this guy going to take?

As soon as he re-enters, Stormm clotheslines him over the ropes again! This time Destiny braces him on the apron so that he doesn’t fall!

Jerry Andrews: How much help is Gabriel going to get out here anyway!?

Stormm rushes at him, but Gabriel hits him with a right hand and re-enters the ring. Gabriel immediately runs over to the Shane/Seromine fight and joins in, attacking Kyle Shane. Seromine and Gabriel double team Shane in the corner. Seromine pulls Kyle out of the corner and Gabriel measures for a strike. Suddenly, Stormm clocks Gabriel from behind. Seromine attacks Stormm now.

Ace Anderson: These are the final four and they’re going hard!

Jerry Andrews: I wonder if Shane and Stormm will team up to counter the Seromine/Gabriel union or will they try their luck?

Seromine backs Stormm into the corner, but Stormm fights out. Meanwhile, Shane pulls Gabriel up and he throws him towards the ropes. Shane lifts him up and throws him over, but Gabriel holds onto the top rope, fighting to stay alive. Gabriel manages to get back inside the ring and he tries to throw Shane out! Shane battles back.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane and Gabriel are fighting for their lives!

Gabriel staggers Shane with a big right hand. He stops for a moment to compose himself just as Stormm comes flying at him with a flying clothesline! Gabriel dodges it, and Stormm connects with Shane instead, sending him over the ropes and down to the floor!

“KYLE SHANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: You have to think Stormm was aiming for Gabriel with that move!

Ace Anderson: I think he was, but it doesn’t matter. Kyle Shane is out and now Stormm will have to face the combined team of Seromine and Gabriel!

Immediately, the two men attack Stormm, beating him down to the mat. Seromine smiles and steps back as Gabriel stomps away at the fallen Justin Michaels. Gabriel finally pulls him up, only for Seromine to take him down with a clothesline! Seromine pulls him up now and he throws Michaels into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: You have to think that it’s just a matter of time before they overwhelm Stormm.

Ace Anderson: They certainly have the numbers advantage!

Stormm doesn’t seem to care about the disadvantage he’s in and he battles his way out of the corner with rights and lefts. He grabs Gabriel and throws him towards the ropes. Gabriel catches himself, but Stormm clotheslines him over! Gabriel lands on the apron and Seromine attacks Stormm before he can eliminate the North American champion.

Seromine pulls Stormm up again, but Stormm clocks him with a hard elbow to the face.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! That could have broken his jaw!

Gabriel attacks, but Stormm fights him off to! He gains the upper hand and sets Gabriel up!

Ace Anderson: FORCE OF NATURE!!!

Stormm pulls the battered Gabriel up and he throws him at the ropes. Gabriel falls between the second and third rope and to the outside with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is still in this, somehow. He went through the ropes, not over them.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but he hit the floor hard. He could be really hurt.

Seromine attacks Stormm, but Stormm kicks him in the stomach and hits a DDT. Stormm pulls Seromine to his feet. Stormm then attempts to lift Seromine off the ground. He manages to get Seromine up and over his head.

Jerry Andrews: This could be it for Seromine!

Ace Anderson: No!

Seromine drops behind Stormm and he connects with an elbow to the back of the head. Seromine charges as Stormm turns around. He dodges a clothesline and sprints to the ropes. Both men bounce off the ropes on opposite sides. Upon meeting in the center of the ring, Stormm meets Seromine with a cross body splash. Seromine falls to the mat. Michaels quickly gets up. He waits for Seromine to do the same.

Seromine does and he tries to go for a wild swing but narrowly misses. Michaels fires back. He drops the champion. He pulls him up, but Seromine hits him in the face with a palm strike. Seromine then rises to his feet and grabs onto Stormm's head. He pulls Stormm up and sets him up for a brainbuster!

Jerry Andrews: Seromine connects with a brainbuster!

Ace Anderson: But you have to wonder how much he has left in the tank tonight!

Seromine pulls Stormm up, but Stormm immediately shoves him away. Seromine swings at him. Stormm ducks and gets behind Seromine. German suplex! He then pulls him up. Belly-to-belly suplex! Stormm pulls Seromine up one more time, but Gabriel attacks him!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is back in this!

Gabriel unloads on Stormm. He pulls Michaels up, but he’s hit with a right hand to the face. Stormm clotheslines Gabriel to the mat. He turns around and is hit by a spinebuster from Seromine! Slowly Seromine gets to his feet, as does Stormm. Gabriel attacks Stormm from behind. Seromine then grabs Stormm and throws him over the ropes. He lands on the apron. Seromine swings. Stormm ducks. Stormm swings, Seromine ducks. Seromine swings. It connects! Stormm falls to the floor!

“JUSTIN ‘STORMM’ MICHAELS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

The crowd boos loudly.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm fought hard, but it’s awfully tough to overcome two-on-one odds for that long.

Seromine turns around, and he’s face-to-face with Gabriel. Both men look around them.

Ace Anderson: Uh oh… they’re the only two left!

Gabriel takes a step back. Then another. He then walks over to the ropes and steps over.

Jerry Andrews: NO WAY! COME ON!

Gabriel places one foot on the floor before Seromine stops him.

Ace Anderson: Wait… Seromine is calling Gabriel back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: To think that Gabriel was going to just give the Deadly Rumble to Seromine like that!

Seromine calls Gabriel into the center of the ring and he speaks to him, but it’s not clear to anyone else what is being said. Gabriel nods slowly. Seromine extends his hand. Gabriel takes it and the two shake. They then step back. Seromine puts his fists up, ready for a fight. Gabriel doesn’t seem so sure.

Ace Anderson: Well… it looks like these two have decided to settle it in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Good!

Gabriel hesitates. Seromine circles him. Gabriel looks around, seemingly searching for an answer. He then looks up, right at Seromine and puts his fists up.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Gabriel is ready to go now too!

BOOM! Seromine strikes Gabriel with a big right fist. Gabriel is staggered. Seromine hits a short-arm clothesline and then…

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!

Seromine pulls Gabriel up and tosses him over the ropes!

“GABRIEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Ace Anderson: Oh my God he’s done it!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! What a night for Seromine!

Ace Anderson: The World Championship and the Deadly Rumble!

Winner of the Deadly Rumble: SEROMINE

Seromine is handed his title and he raises it high in the air as fireworks explode in the arena.

Jerry Andrews: But… what does this mean for the number one contendership!?

Ace Anderson: Who knows!?

Jerry Andrews: What a Deadly Rumble! What a night! We’ll see you on Trauma! Thanks for watching!

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