Mass Destruction VIII Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Mass Destruction VIII
Sunday March 18, 2018

The Pure Class Arena explodes with the roar of the crowd as Mass Destruction VIII hits the airwaves on the PCW Network.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the marquee event on the PCW calendar and one of the biggest nights of the year for our organization! I am Jerry Andrews and welcome to Mass Destruction VIII!!

Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and, what an event we are going to experience tonight live and, for the first time, on the PCW Network!!

Jerry Andrews: That's right everybody, thank you for joining us tonight on our brand new web platform! If you're watching at a bar or at a friend's house, make sure to check out the PCW Network when you get home! Full details are available at PureClassWrestling.com!

Ace Anderson: No matter how you're watching tonight, you're in for a treat. Seven huge matches including three giganitic title matches will take place tonight, and it all builds to one of the biggest one-on-one matches possible in wrestling today: World Champion Kyle Shane defends his title against PCW legend Grimm!!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is, in many ways, the measuring stick in this company and one of the most dangerous competitors to ever step inside a ring. Kyle Shane will be in for a huge battle here tonight.

The Truth Reigns" begins to play and Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience. He walks down the steps and high fives his fans.

Jerry Andrews: Well... I guess we're already starting with our first match!

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade is already down here and he looks ready to take on a mystery opponent. Any idea who it is Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: I've heard a lot of rumors, but nothing definite. I do know, however, that PCW officials were pretty excited about the person, whoever it may be, and that's why they booked this individual to face Razor Blade in the opening match tonight! They want a hot start to the show and they think Razor and the mystery opponent can deliver just that!

Razor Blade stops and climbs over the barricade. He stops for a minute, then hops on the apron and raises both of his arms in the air. He then gets down and waits for his opponent to arrive.

Singles Match
Razor Blade vs --A MYSTERY OPPONENT--
Referee: Ty Little

"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, from Orlando, Florida: RAZOR BLADE!!!"

The crowd cheers.

"And his opponent..."

The crowd waits in anticipation of the opponent, wondering whether it will be a returning PCW star or a fresh face eager to prove themselves. What they get is....

Jerry Andrews: ... ummmm.... where's the opponent?

Ace Anderson: There'd better be someone coming!

Jerry Andrews: Like I said, I know for a fact that PCW officials had someone booked and signed up to compete in this match against Razor Blade but... I have no idea where they are...

Ace Anderson: They didn't show? What a terrible way to start Mass Destruction.

Suddenly, Razor Blade grabs the microphone.

Razor Blade: Where's my mystery opponent!? Not here!? They're not man enough to face me!?

The crowd is booing loudly now, obviously upset about the no-show.

Razor Blade: Bring someone out. Bring anyone. Whoever they put me up against me will lose on Mass Destruction on PCW!

Still nothing. The bell rings and Sasha Greene briefly converses with the official before picking up a microphone and making an announcement.

"It appears that Razor Blade's opponent is not in the building and thus, Razor Blade is the winner of this match via forfeit."

More boos. Razor Blade drops his mic to the mat in disgust.

Winner: Razor Blade via Forfeit

Jerry Andrews: You said it Ace, what am awful way to start this show.

Ace Anderson: I'm with Razor, they should have brought anyone out here to face him so we'd at least have a match.

Jerry Andrews: Well, on a more positive note, let's heard to the backstage area where Gerard Angelo, a hot free agent, is making his first visit to a PCW event.

With that, we cut to the catering area where Gerard Angelo is signing an autograph for one of the crew in front of a table of sandwiches and Powerade. Gerry hands the autograph back to the crew member before the man scurries off at the sight of Braddock. Angelo smirks as he looks Braddock up and down.

Gerard Angelo: And just what in the Hell are you supposed to be? You look like I.C.P. banged a goat....

Braddock cocks his head to the left and narrows his eyes.

Braddock: I am your Ahab....

Before the confused newcomer can reply he is ambushed from behind by the female colossus who has been seen with Braddock and Hiroshi as of late. She drives a double axe handle into his shoulder before heaving him into the wall. Braddock watches, emotionless, as Angelo tries to fight back with a flurry of rights and lefts but ultimately takes a knee to the groin.

Ace Anderson: He hasn't even had a cup of coffee here yet and he's getting mugged back there!

Jerry Andrews: Why is Braddock going after Gerard Angelo? What has Angelo done to Braddock?

The woman lifts Angelo up and puts him through the table with a Farooq style spinebuster, sending sandwiches, bottles of Powerade, and splinters of wood in a halo of debris.

Jerry Andrews: My God!

Ace Anderson: Angelo just got here and already he is paying a visit to the medics!

Braddock and the female colossus take their leave as medics and a hand full of security arrive.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, this is seriously a very negative way to start this show.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of negative, Razor Blade is still out here arguing with officials and demanding that someone come down and face him.

Pure Class Security is doing their best to escort the angry Razor up the ramp when "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Stars Inc. starts to play!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on his way!

Jerry Andrews: Well, he IS booked for our next match and I guess he didn't want to wait!

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 briefly gets involved in a staredown with Razor Blade, who is being ushered away by security. Nothing more serious develops and Crazy Boy continues his walk to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: That looked tense.

Tyrone Smith 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, from Biloxi, Mississippi: TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!!"

"Gimme More" by Britney Spears begins to play and Brittany makes her way down to the ring.

"And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California: "THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE" BRITTANY!!

Jerry Andrews: These two were supposed to face off on Trauma, but unfortunately couldn't due to scheduling issues, but we're all set to go for tonight!

Ace Anderson: I'm just happy that we're finally going to see a match!

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

The bell rings.

After a moment of sizing one another up, the two competitors get into a lock up. They struggle back and forth for a moment Brittany gains the advantage and whips Crazy Boy into the ropes. Smith bounces back, but runs right into a standing drop kick from Brittany that knocks Crazy Boy down hard. Brittany smiles as she begins kicking Crazy Boy in the gut before backing off to pose for the fans.

Jerry Andrews: This could be a big mistake for the newcomer.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is a veteran in this ring and in this company. Brittany needs to stay focused to have a chance.

Sure enough, as Brittany turns back to grab Crazy Boy, the veteran is already halfway to his feet and gets a kidney punch to Brittany. Brittany backs off for a second but comes back with a series of forearm shots before hooking Crazy Boy up for a DDT which is countered into a backdrop. As Brittany hits the mat, Crazy Boy is on the move quickly lifting her back up by the hair and hitting a snap suplex. Crazy Boy laughs as Brittany hits hard but manages to get right back up. Smiling, Crazy Boy nails her with a snapmare. Not waiting for Brittany to get up this time, Crazy Boy grabs Brittany and hits a vicious powerbomb.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is fully in control right now.

Ace Anderson: I agree. Brittany is in trouble if this keeps up.

Sure enough, Crazy Boy has Brittany locked into a single leg boston crab and is wrenching back hard causing his opponent to scream in pain. Brittany fights out of the move. Brittany crawls to the ropes testing her leg’s ability to hold weight. Crazy Boy waits for Brittany to pull herself up then rushes her with a knee to the gut. He then grabs Brittany by the hair and smashing her face into the nearest turnbuckle. Brittany drops to the mat with a loud thud. Crazy Boy lets the ref check on her, but when Brittany slowly makes her way to a standing position, Crazy Boy moves in hitting a Russian leg sweep.

Ace Anderson: Brittany being taken to school by Crazy Boy now.

Jerry Andrews: He's hoping to send a message here tonight, I believe.

Brittany slowly gets to her feet. Crazy Boy hits her with a spinning heel kick. She falls to the mat and Smith pulls her up. She quickly fires back with a knee to the stomach.

Jerry Andrews: Brittany still has some life in her!

Not hesitating, Brittany hits three more kicks staggering Crazy Boy. Brittany now drops him with a discus clothesline. She then grabs Crazy Boy and goes for the snap DDT that she calls the Femme Fatale, but Crazy Boy fights out of it shoving Brittany into the ropes and hitting a clothesline as Brittany bounces back to the middle of the ring. Smith now grabs Brittany and lifts her up hits Crazy Airlines --- Destination Samoa!

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Ace Anderson: This could be it!

Crazy Boy doesn't go for the pin, instead waiting for Brittany to get to her feet. When she does, he sets her up and...

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Slam!!!

Ace Anderson: Okay, NOW this is it!

The cover:
1...
2...
3!!!

Winner: Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith via Pinfall

Crazy Boy raises his arms in victory, but he suddenly squares up and gets ready as soon as he notices Razor Blade walking back down to the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is back!

Ace Anderson: And he wants a fight!

Security tries to stop it, but suddenly Crazy Boy dives through the ropes, hitting Razor with a suicide dive! He pulls Blade up and throws him into the steel steps with a thud. Crazy Boy charges at him now, but Razor dodges out of the way at the last minute and Crazy Boy drives his knee into the steel.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is the much fresher competitor and now he's up and angry!

Razor Blade waits for Crazy Boy to turn around and he hits him with a big spear! Razor pulls Smith up, but Crazy Boy fires back with a forearm to the face. Razor delivers a shot of his own. Crazy Boy returns fire. Razor slugs back.

Ace Anderson: These guys are just unloading on other another with hay makers right now!

The even battle is broken up as Arica “Trouble” Lewitt leaps over the ringside barrier and attacks Crazy Boy from behind!

Jerry Andrews: Now Lewitt is out here!

Ace Anderson: We've seen this alliance in the past, and now Razor and Lewitt are stomping away on Crazy Boy!

Finally Pure Class Security gets control of the situation and they drag Razor and Trouble away from the ring as the PCW medical team goes to check on Tyrone Smith. The scene then cuts to a video.

As the blurred focus of the video begins to sharpen with definition, it reveals multiple effigies of Brenna Gordon. They have been manipulated in a way that allows them to hold a candle in their crude hands, going in alternates of right-left. Oddly, whichever hand isn’t used, is missing.

The location, as usual, is unimportant. What is important is the aptly named MASS DESTRUCTION event. For Seromine, this is his chance to finally get payback on she who is “Born of Myth.”

Or...is it?

“Now the end is upon you, and I will send my anger upon you; I will judge you according to your ways, and I will punish you for all your abominations.”

Seromine saunters between a pair of the Brennas. He pauses long enough to look at the presentation, but gives it little thought. “That’s Ezekiel 7:3.” he turns his head to the camera. “I’m here, Brenna...and by the looks of things, so are you. Oh sure, not in the flesh of course. But you’re here in spirit. In our thoughts. Even in our prayers.”

Seromine removes one of the candles from the crude grasp. “In our thoughts of you burning in hell! Praying that Satan has more mercy on your soul than I will!”

All but the candle he has is blown out. The glowing radius dances around it’s captor. “I’m here to do GOD’S work, Brenna. If not to you, then someone else. Someone...”

Seromine narrows his eyes. “Else.”

The final word is delivered via whisper. The lone candle with its hypnotic dance is no more. The live feed returns to the squared circle.

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

The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention.

Sasha Greene: From Parts Unknown. He weighs One hundred and seventy-five pounds...he is THE WASP!

When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.

Sasha Greene: And his tag team partner…

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting.

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

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

Sasha Greene: And their opponents…

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Rising Sun roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain his face lit up with an evil smile followed closely by Alexa Black who loudly proclaims his greatness to the camera.

He walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent. First from Tokyo, Japan standing 6”6 and weighing in at 500 lbs, accompanied by his manager Alexa Black, He is “The Destroyer” HIROSHI YUKIO!

He waves mockingly to the crowd which pisses them off even more as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and rips it in half then laughs

As he continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring waiting for his partner.

NOW IS THE TIME! FOR ME TO RISE TO MY FEET! WIPE YOUR SPIT FROM MY FACE! WIPE THESE TEARS, FROM MY EYES!!

Hatebreed explodes through the speakers as Braddock steps through the curtain. He pauses at the top of the ramp and thrusts his right fist into the air.

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, he hails from Santa Cruz, California. Standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds.....

He is.... Brrrraaad-ddddooooocccckkkkk! 

He strolls down to the ring before climbing the ring steps. He wipes his feet before entering the ring and holds a fist in the air.

…

That fist is a lowered boom to the cranium of The Wasp, knocking him down instantly.

Tag Team Match

Wasp & High Tide vs Hiroshi Yukio & Braddock

Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.

Yukio rushes High Tide before the Pure Class Pirate has a chance to defend his partner. He picks him up like a small child and proceeds to run him to every corner with the highest amount of impact possible. Yukio chooses to not release him. He instead feeds High Tide to a more than eager Braddock. Tide finds himself as the victim of a running death valley driver! Alexa is more than pleased with this early showing of dominant violence. The referee DEMANDS one of them to leave the ring. Yukio shoves his way past the official on his way to the apron, thus making it Braddock and…

Jerry Andrews: HERE COMES THE WASP!

Wasp “stings” Braddock with a missile dropkick as payback for punching him when he wasn’t ready for it. With High Tide rolled out of the ring, the bell is called for.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Wasp keeps the larger foe off balance with alternating knife edge chops. Braddock shoves him on his heels having absorbed the punishment the best he can. Wasp is scooped in the air as he charges back, but he is crafty enough to spin around Braddock to bring him down with a punishing DDT! He brings him to his feet to unload punch after punch to his painted mug. Braddock blocks both directions suddenly. Wasp is then pulled into a quick snap suplex. Braddock drags Wasp to the corner where Hiroshi receives the tag. Yukio wastes no time stepping on Wasp like the human insect he is. His five hundred pound girth squishing his guts violently.

Wasp is picked up with two hands around his throat. He struggles for air, but the big man from the land of the rising sun laughs at the pathetic effort. Here comes High Tide! He rolls through Yukio’s legs like a cannonball, forcing a break of his friend and a lowering of the sumo. Tide kicks away at his body with kicks full of hate. He then borrows him as a springboard to punch Braddock in the mouth, knocking him off the apron. Before aiding Wasp to their side of things, he has a few salty words for Alexa Black outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It probably isn’t wise to pick a fight with that woman. She has no regards for things like rules or hygiene.

Ace Anderson: You’re saying she stinks LIVE on pay per view??

Jerry Andrews: I’m saying her attitude does. And it smells like rotten apples, two of whom are partners tonight! That’s what I’m saying!

High Tide aids his friend in making a tag. He leaps into the fray, making Yukio pay with a jumping heel kick. Yukio staggers back a couple of steps, but nothing more. Tide dropkicks him at the knees. THAT does bring him down. From there he capitalizes with a swinging neckbreaker before rolling away from a reaching Braddock. Tide looks at him and makes a suggestive gesture for his troubles, of which Braddock is ready to splinter his boards. Tide double stomps Yukio’s knees. He whistles for Wasp to get over and help him move the former Yokozuna. They try, but Yukio has way too much power in him. The Sea Men are sent flying backwards, allowing Hiroshi to tag in Braddock. He races through the ropes and into the grills of Wasp and High Tide, taking them down with a fierce double lariat.

High Tide is snatched up and rammed face first into the top turnbuckle. Wasp is snatched up and slammed face first into Tide’s head. From there, Braddock propels himself into his corner and returns to bicycle kick their heads together! Wasp falls out of the ring. Tide is pulled into a back suplex. Braddock rolls him over to begin unloading knifing forearm shots across is face with reckless abandon. Not done with his violent urges, he rips High Tide clean off the mat and into the air with a gorilla press slam. Braddock finds where Alexa Black is stationed, declaring “this one is for you!” He runs full speed ahead to send High Tide flying out onto the steel ramp! The pirate lands with a bone crushing thud for his troubles and is doubled in pain.

Braddock wipes his hands clean. He turns around and...HERE’S THE WASP! He spears Braddock through the ropes. Wasp quickly races to his partners aid, helping him back to safety as an angered Yukio gives chase. Tide is moved under the ring. Wasp manages to drop toe hold Yukio into the ring steps! With the big man down, High Tide is pulled out and placed back inside. Wasp jumps into the corner and takes a tag. He leaps over the top rope in time to catch Braddock on the apron with a tornado DDT, sending both of them back out to the floor!! Wasp gets up onto the apron, finishing it with a dazzling moonsault into the midsection of Braddock. He pulls him up to his feet. Wasp pulls a rag from out of nowhere, spits into it, and starts the process of wiping the paint off of Braddock’s face. He presses it against his features, choosing to punch him in the teeth. Braddock spins around and down to a knee. Wasp tosses him back inside. Just as he goes to enter, Alexa yanks him out by the feet. The referee has words for her. She has vulgarity for him. Yukio has a savate kick for Wasp!

Jerry Andrews: Oh did you HEAR the sound of that?!

Ace Anderson: Sounded like a fly swatter smashing a bug to me.

Wasp is dumped into the ring. Braddock Beatdown ensues! Hiroshi is tagged in. He nails a running senton, otherwise known as the Bombs Away! Braddock joins in the fun with a leaping frog splash! Yukio likes what he sees. Wasp is popped into the air and sent down with a devastating powerbomb. Yukio covers just as Braddock makes his exit to the apron.

1!

2!

High Tide breaks things up! He gives the angry sumo a kick behind the ear before departing. Of note is the fact he is still favoring his midsection from the throw earlier. Yukio sends Wasp into the corner, crushing him with an avalanche. A second. A third. He then leads him right into an elevated Samoan drop! Braddock tags in and is on his way to the top rope. Outside of the ring, Alexa can be heard loud and clear barking orders to continue to bring the violence! He scores with a guillotine leg drop! A quick tag back to Hiroshi, but the two men talk about something during the trade. Yukio nods. Wasp is whipped to the ropes. When he returns, he is sent dangerously over the top with a back body drop! Yukio tags back to Braddock. Cactus Diving Elbow! Wasp is hurting all over and it shows. Paint or no paint, Braddock’s love of all things violence reveals itself like a greeting you’d welcome a loved one with.

High Tide races to his partners aid, but this time is cut off by Alexa Black, who again is issued a warning. Tide is dying to jump into the fire, but is unable. He remains close by to make sure no double teaming happens. Wasp is tossed back in. Braddock dares High Tide to make a move. When he doesn’t, he smirks as if to say “that’s what I thought!” Braddock slides in under the bottom rope. Yukio is brought back into the match. Wasp is stretched out. Yukio headbutts him just below the ribs, doubling him down. Yukio drags him to a corner, making sure to keep him seated. He goes to the opposite. Here he comes…

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be UGLY!

Ace Anderson: Jerry! Put down the mirror and do your job!

High Tide PREVENTS further damage with an over the shoulder DDT! He then gets up and dropkicks Braddock to the railing. Wasp is pulled closer to where he can tag out, with Tide barely beating the allotted count. None of these men are fan favorites, so there is no cheering to be heard in Greenville. Tide receives a limp tag and is in like a bat out of a hell. Moonsault on Yukio. Tide gets up and unloads with elbow drops, knee drops, leg drops, and for good high flying measure, an elbow drop off the top rope! OOOh YEAH, the pirate is firing on all cannons! Braddock is in and itching for a fight. High Tide dodges a polish hammer. Hurricanrana! Tide even drops Alexa Black with a suicide dive! He runs back into the ring. Yukio has a running Super Kick for him. NO! Tide slides under it. He scores with The Pirate Code!

1!

2!

BRADDOCK stops the chance for a three count. High Tide is ripped high in the air with a Tiger Bomb! WASP hits a flying body tackle, driving both he and Braddock over the top rope. Wasp takes the worst of it as the prior punishment catches up, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Hiroshi Yukio is about to take advantage of High Tide’s misfortunes. He pulls him to the corner and starts to climb to the middle ropes. The fans booing hasn’t slowed a single second during this tilt. MT. FUJI DROP!...ONTO KNEES! Tide’s legs may get pushed back into his chest, but Yukio’s egg rolls just got broken apart. High Tide trips him up and with FEET ON THE ROPES (and possibly a handful of tights), he grabs himself a pin.

1!

2!

3!!

Just as Braddock puts Wasp down with a roll of quarters, does he catch that his team has lost the match.

Sasha Greene: Here are the winners of the match: Wasp and High Tide!!

But what about the WAR?

Alexa jumps up on the apron and starts screeching orders at the pair

"Its time you know what you have to do"

Ace Anderson: What is Alexa doing?

Jerry Andrews: What ever that means it can't be good for the Sea Men. If history has shown us anything it’s that if Alexa plans something it's never good...

Sure enough both men nod at Alexa and then turn around and return their attention to their fallen opponents.

Hiroshi picks up Tide who after a long match is worn out and doesn’t have much hope of fighting back. As the PCW faithful breaks into violent booing He holds Tide up to the audience before planting him with the Hiroshima Hammer slamming him down face first.

Braddock looks around but can’t find Wasp who seems to have slipped away from them with out them noticing and it quickly dawns on him that he needs to find him.

But before he can BOOM!

He is blindsided by Wasp out of nowhere as he cracks him in the head with a barbed wire 2X4

Ace Anderson: Good lord! Wasp obliterated him with that shot. Wasp is a fighter and if he’s gonna go down he’s going to take Braddock with him for sure!

Wasp continues to bash Braddock with the barbed wire 2X4 as the head of Braddock starts to flow very red leaving him with a crimson mask.

Ace Anderson: Braddock is busted open and it looks like he’s in trouble!

Hiroshi quickly charges at Wasp who swings the 2X4 at him but Hiroshi blocks it and grabs it by the base and with his immense strength yanks it out of his hands.

Wasp backs off rather quickly after being disarmed. Hiroshi looks angrily at Wasp before snapping the 2X4 across his huge leg like a pencil and tossing it aside.

Ace Anderson: DID YOU SEE THAT? He broke it like it was nothing!

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi is one of the strongest wrestlers in PCW, Ace. That’s only a sample of what he could do if he were so inclined.

Wasp decides to rethink his strategy and rolls down out of the ring but Alexa is there waiting for him. She decks him with a right hand before rolling him back into the ring where Hiroshi is waiting.

Suddenly "I knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness.

Ace: Here comes Trouble once again, this time to help out her friends!

As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes.

She sprints down to ringside and goes straight after Alexa who responds in kind with both ladies throwing bombs at each other in a flurry of fists.

Ace Anderson: This is chaos! There is bodies everywhere and we've got a pier 6 brawl going on at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: This is picking up where they left off from last Trauma and I have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time these guys cross paths either.

As Alexa and Trouble slug it out at ringside Wasp and the now recovered Tide quickly double team the big sumo with kicks and punches trying to get him down.

Hiroshi pushes Wasp away and as he rebounds off the ropes catches him with ease and plants him with a pop up samoan drop.

But before he can continue his offensive he is nailed with a low blow from behind by Tide who smiles before kicking him below the belt again.

Ace Anderson: That's not fair!

Jerry Andrews: Uh hello? He IS a pirate. They never fight fair.

Meanwhile on the outside Trouble charges towards Alexa who manages to get out of the way at the last second sending Trouble face and shoulder first into the ring post!

Ace Anderson: Ouch! That was a costly mistake by Trouble

Jerry Andrews: I'm being told that Razor Blade was escorted from the arena at some point during that last match, if you're wondering why he's not out here.

Ace Anderson: He was - rightfully, in my opinion - very angry about not being able to have a match tonight and was letting his anger be known backstage, which resulted in his ejection.

Alexa smiles a wicked grin before looking at at Trouble who is down on her hands and knees still stunned..

Ace Anderson: Trouble is in danger here Alexa is stalking her..

Alexa gets a running start before unleashing a Skull Crushing Finale.

The running punt kick slams into her head like a kicker going for a field goal and she slumps to the ground unconscious.

Ace Anderson: Jesus Christ! That was disgusting!

Jerry Andrews: And she's laughing about it. She is truly a sick evil bitch!

Alexa signals to someone and the large Amazon woman comes running down and jumps the barrier before both of them hit the ring.

Ace Anderson: Oh no this isn't good it's that huge woman we've been seeing over the last month.

Jerry Andrews: We've already seen her once tonight, laying waste to Gerard Angelo backstage!

The four of them Hiroshi, Braddock, Alexa and the mystery lady surround Tide and Wasp and at Alexa's signal rush the pair and beat them down stomping and clubbing them until they are unable to get back up.

The group high fives each other very pleased at the destruction and chaos they have brought. The faithful how ever are less than happy and are booing them as loud and as long as they possibly can.

Alexa asks for a mic and gets one she puts it to her lips and speaks over the angry boos.

"Ladies and gentlemen I’m Alexa Black. And this is my Psycho Circus.

We are here to put PCW on notice. This place has screwed up and screwed us over and we are not going to take it!

These 4 people are the most dangerous and ruthless competitors in wrestling today!

My client The Destroyer" Hiroshi Yukio. Who's accomplishments speak for themselves."

The boos continue but Alexa doesn't care and keeps speaking.

"Hardcore psycho and former underground king Braddock! Who fears no one and has no limits.

And this..."

She turns to the mystery lady

"Is Tamika Steele. A lady who will brutalize and carve a path of destruction the liked of which you have never seen.

She is 6"2 275 lbs of irresistible force and nothing can stop her!

“We are the Psycho Circus and welcome to the Freakshow!”

Alexa drops the mic and all four stable members leave the ring and head to the back to celebrate their massacre.

Ace Anderson: Well if this is a sign of things to come then I don’t know what will happen or what anyone can do...

Jerry Andrews: What a chaotic night we're having here tonight...

With that, the scene cuts.

Down there, through the twists and turns of the backstage hallways, stands a door like all the other doors. Alike in materials and construction and placement, save for one small but very important detail: the placard fixed to this door proclaims it to be the entrance to the locker room of Grimm.

Down there, away from the fluorescent lights and the cameras and the interview staff, sits the Hangtown Horror. Black boot-clad feet on the floor, hands clasped in his lap. The lights have been turned off but a smattering of candles gutter around the room. Shadows dance on the walls and flicker across the ceiling, yet Grimm does not see. He sits with eyes shut, but look close enough (and that is not advised) and one will notice the twitch of those eyes as they dart hither and yon behind his eyelids. Grimm breathes slow, deep, taking in whiffs of bay and rosemary emanating from…somewhere. He sits, and breathes, and pictures things.

He runs through every possible scenario of which he can conceive. Visualizes the possibilities, which is not an easy task as Kyle Shane has proved himself to be quite the wily opponent. One does not become Pure Class Wrestling World Champion without some modicum of ability, and one does not retain said championship without being able to adapt to whatever challenger steps into the ring against you. Grimm knows that burden well. He has been more successful at bearing that burden at some events more so than others, but tonight, he is the challenger. The talking heads like to say things like Grimm has nothing to lose as he has nothing prove, and that Kyle Shane’s legacy will be measured tonight as this is arguably his first real test as champion…but Grimm has never listened to the experts behind the scenes. He comes to these events, he steps into that ring, with one thing on his mind.

Grimm comes to fight.

Grimm comes to win.

And if Grimm does not win, he intends to leave his opponent with memories from their match that will seep into their nightmares for years to come. No one should ever look forward to a booking against the Lord of Misrule. Not if he’s done his job.

But before any of that, before the commentaries and analysis and the rest of the rigmarole, he must prepare for Kyle Shane. Grimm must purge his muscle memory of Whitey Ford, Justin Kaard, Ace Anderson, Lantlas, and all the rest. He must focus and anticipate. Bear down and retain relentlessness.

Grimm sits and clears his mind. The past – the feuds, the wins, the losses, the championships – is gone. There is only tonight.

Tonight, there is only Kyle Shane.

Back at ringside, the arena plunges into darkness. It feels longer than it really is, but the point is driven home. What exactly is going on? The lighting of sixteen candles answers that.

The pipe organ beginning of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” welcomes the faithful.

Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. Weighing Two-hundred and forty pounds, leading his followers to the ring along with Destiny Willard is SEROMINE!

Sitting on the stage in a custom wooden pew is SALVATION. As the angelic choir begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and his wife Destiny stand. Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, begins to slowly walk 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 same color leggings) that has a white butterfly collar and white cuffs. On her feet are black heels. She is also holding a bible close to her heart.

Flanking in stride are his Followers. The light from their candles shines the way to the ring. Each member of the menacing congregation is wearing a different animal mask. Their attire is best described as something inspired by Little House on the Prairie. Seromine stops to “bless” some of those close to the barrier as a mostly negative reaction churns from the crowd. The Followers make their way up the steps. They walk along the apron, and in three groups of four, surround the ring from the top and sides. Seromine lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind.

The cult spread their arms out to welcome GOD to the proceeding. Seromine and Destiny are brimming with pride as they do this. Joyed that the faithful can also share in the moment. Everyone lowers their arms in unison. Seromine removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. Following a kiss, he holds the ropes as Destiny exits to ringside, joining the Followers. They place their candles into metal candle stands. Seromine watches and waits for the sinner to come to the ring.

Sasha: And his…

Seromine halts her before she can speak another word. His hand cups the microphone. His eyes are deadlocked on hers, but the gaze is anything but friendly. He shakes his head from side-to-side. Seromine can be seen requesting not only the live mic, but also for Miss Greene to leave the ring. She is happy to oblige his request, but looks cautious as she has to pass by a few followers on the exit. Destiny tells her “bye bye” in a condescending way.

Seromine turns his attention to referee Ed Lane. He stares him down without saying anything. He makes a quick gesture and without haste, all sixteen of his followers climb onto the apron. With the official cowering in front of the Serpentine Sermonizer, Seromine leans down to tell him not to be afraid.

Yeah, right.

He moves out to the center of the ring. Destiny joins his side. The microphone is raised. Amidst the loud chorus of boos from the faithful…

“And his opponent...is not here.”

Destiny feigns surprise. Seromine lowers the prop. He again looks over at Ed Lane.

“She hasn’t been here for some time now. Just another heathen attempting to skip out on being struck down. She knew that we would meet face to face and that I would WIN AGAINST SIN.” now his attention goes to the faithful. “I hear the noise you are making. If Satan resided in my soul, I would cast him out any way I could as well! So go on and let me hear it. Let me HEAR YOU! I never lose inside of this ring, because every time I am here, you KNOW you are about to be saved in the name of GOD, under the guidance of YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR!!”

The followers stretch their hands the air. Seromine is audibly picked up thanking GOD for putting him in a place where he could save the souls of sinners of every kind. Destiny smiles with pride. Despite the jeers coming from MOST (not all) of the faithful, Seromine resumes where he left off.

“Hebrews 10:26-27. For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries.” he pauses for effect. “Edward. You know the rules. Start the count and declare me the winner of this match.”

He lowers the mic. Getting no instant cooperation, he walks over to Ed. “If I were you, I would start doing as told. If you refuse to do your job, WE are prepared to bring MASS DESTRUCTION to YOU.”

He gets eye to eye with him upon making the threat. “Do. Your. Job.”

Singles Match

Seromine vs Brenna Gordon

Referee: Ed Lane

Seromine composes himself and backs away as Ed Lane thinks better of the situation. The count starts. Seromine counts along with every number, preparing himself for the victory that he rightfully deserves. For her part, Destiny holds up her fingers to correspond to the number being said. After nine, but before ten…

The lights go out. The crowd explodes in anticipation of something – anything – putting a stop to this. Maybe even Brenna Gordon.

Jerry Andrews: Hold on folks….

Ace Anderson: Something is about to go down here!

Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play. The crowd immediately begins to boo. 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 and bows his head toward Seromine and Destiny.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Gabriel, who has been out of action for quite some time with a concussion, is back.

Ace Anderson: Remember, he suffered that concussion in that huge steel cage match where he tagged with Seromine… and he was eliminated by Kyle Shane.

Jerry Andrews: And, from what I've heard, Seromine wasn't too happy about it.

Ace Anderson: Nor was he happy about Gabriel failing to prevent Shane - and Brenna Gordon - from getting the upper hand at at Collision Course.

Gabriel requests a microphone and starts to speak directly to Seromine.

Gabriel: My Lord, it is of course another blessed day that I have the honor of standing in the same room as you.

The crowd boos even louder.

Gabriel: But, my Lord, I am not here tonight simply to flatter you. You are well aware of how awesome you are. No, I am here tonight to make things right. Because, I know that I have let you down. I know that I have caused you harm. I know that I have disappointed you.

The crowd isn’t interested in hearing Gabriel speak and they try to drown him out with jeers.

Gabriel: I am not here tonight to make excuses or to ask for pity. As I said, I am here in hopes of making things right.

Jerry Andrews: What is he babbling on about?

Ace Anderson: I assure you, I never know.

Gabriel: My Lord, I do not want to bore you with the details, but I am here to tell you that I am confident that Brenna Gordon will not be bothering you anymore.

Even louder boos from the crowd now.

Jerry Andrews: Wait…. what did he mean by that?

Gabriel: My Lord, I know that you did not ask for my assistance and I know that you certainly did not require it but, as I said, I wanted to make things right. I wanted to prove my worth to you. I wanted to show you that, despite my failings and my shortcomings, I can be of use to you. I saw that Brenna was causing you trouble and I knew this was my opportunity at redemption. So I took care of the problem. I hope you understand, my Lord. I hope that you…

Seromine: Gabriel, my son, Brenna Gordon was a sinner. Brenna Gordon walked down a path that could have only led to her own destruction. It is truly a tragic tale. So, what I would like right now, is for all of us to pray for her. Please, bow your heads.

The crowd boos even louder as Gabriel, Destiny and Seromine stand in a prayer circle with their heads bowed and eyes closed in a moment of silent prayer.

Ace Anderson: So…. what happened to Brenna Gordon???

The boos continue as the trio remains in the ring with their heads bowed. Finally, Seromine raises his head to speak and….

WHAM!

Ashes to Ashes!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Seromine just hit Gabriel with the Ashes to Ashes!

Ace Anderson: Gabriel is laid out in the ring! What is going on!?

Seromine and Destiny stand over the fallen Gabriel, looking down at him

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if Gabriel is fully recovered from his concussion.

Ace Anderson: There’s no telling what damage could have been done to his brain right there. This is shocking!

After several seconds of standing perfectly still. Seromine finally bends down and looks directly into Gabriel’s glazed over and half-closed eyes.

Seromine: Ten. I forgive you.

Winner: Seromine via Forfeit

The event then cuts to a video package.

Now you look at me and this opportunity
Is standing right in front of me
But one thing I know it's only part luck and so
I'm putting on my best show
Under the spotlight I'm starting my life
Big dreams becoming real tonight
So you look at me and this opportunity
You're witnessing my moment, you see

Now I find myself here and it's time
This is real and it's a goldmine
I'm not afraid to fly

The 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament Begins April 12th

Jerry Andrews: That's right ladies and gentlemen, the 2018 edition of the Icemann Invitational Tournament begins in April and, unfortunately, due to the tragic events of New Year's that led to the Icemann's unexpected passing, this year's tournament holds special meaning to all of us here in PCW.

Ace Anderson: That's definitely true. And there will be a special announcement regarding the tournament on the next episode of Trauma, on March 29th.

Jerry Andrews: It's going to certainly be a huge event this year as it always is.

Ace Anderson: Who will follow in the footsteps of Justin "Stormm" Michaels, Mike Park, Kaijin Shinryu, Murdoc, Non Compos Mentis, Dan Fierce, our current World Champion Kyle Shane, and, of course, yours truly as winners of the Icemann Invitational Tournament?

Jerry Andrews: You remain the only two-time winner, good sir.

Ace Anderson: Of course!

Jerry Andrews: But back to the events of tonight and, folks, we're now ready for our first of three title matches!

Ace Anderson: And this one has been brewing for quite some time!

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 223: The Icey Awards Thursday December 21, 2017 Jerry Andrews: These two caused havoc literally all around the backstage area and out to the parking lot. And it all comes back here, into the ring. Ace Anderson: Razor Blade put a big hurting on the champion. Let's give him a hand, this week Razor brought the strongest effort we've seen from him to date, if he keeps this up he will receive many other title opportunities. Jerry Andrews: But the other story from this match, the amazing run of the Underground King, Dominator continues, with the big man looking more unstoppable than ever. The crowd gives the two men a standing ovation as Dominator raises his arm in the air. Jerry Andrews: What a contest! Ace Anderson: And, when we return, we'll name the latest inductee into the Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame.... wait... huh!? Without warning, a fan in black jumps into the stage. Razor Blade rolls out of the ring and is immediately tied up then dropped on the back of his head. Jerry Andrews: That's a Widow Maker and yes, that is Johnny Vivacious! The hood falls in the momentum revealing the Man in Black in full-on attack mode. He jumps up onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle of the near corner. Dominator is wobbly, but on his feet and collecting his senses, he’s totally oblivious of the impending blindside. Ace Anderson: FLYING NECKBREAKER! Jerry Andrews: Dominator is still on his feet. Dominator has no idea who or from where, but he remains teetering in the center of the ring regardless. Even after a chop block to his right knee and an attempted clothesline. Vivacious rebounds from the ropes again, returning with a clubbing double axe-handle. Jerry Andrews: Dominator is rocked! Ace Anderson: But he does not fall down. Dominator takes a second chop block, this time to the back of his left knee, but he doesn't completely lose his balance. Ace Anderson: He can't take the big guy down. Jerry Andrews: He won't be throwing Dominator around with his arsenal of suplexes. Vivacious rushes the ropes behind a doubled-over Dominator, picking up speed as he passes and hits the ropes in front of his target. A perfectly placed… Crowd: HELL-BOW! Mortimer is on the apron and admonishing Vivacious, clutching to the PCW Underground King’s belt. The hysteria of the crowd is deafening and Dominator cannot hear Mortimer calling out instructions. Jerry Andrews: There's no way he can hear him. Ace Anderson: What? Vivacious flinches, threatening, and then snatches the title belt Mortimer used as a shield. Mortimer is knocked off of the apron as Vivacious hit the ropes once again to pick up momentum. KAH-RAH-ACK! Ace Anderson: OH! Jerry Andrews: OH! The Crowd: OH! The Locker Room: OH! Everyone Watching at Home: OH! You: OH! Dominator crashes to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Jerry Andrews: The Underground King went down and is collecting himself on the outside of the ring. The crowd get louder as Stormm rushes onto the stage and dives into the ring, sliding into plank and amazingly straight up to his feet. Stormm paces the ropes, glaring down at Mortimer and Dominator while his partner... Ace Anderson: Johnny Vivacious is standing in the center of the ring with the Underground title high above his head. Vivacious holds the title belt high, absorbing the exuberance of the crowd. He drops the strap down on his left shoulder, retrieves his cigarettes and “FU” Zippo. Stormm continues to intensely dare Mortimer with each step as Vivacious lights up and enjoys the first hit. Then, reaching back into his jacket, Vivacious produces a microphone. “A few weeks ago,” he began, “I said that if I failed to win at Collision Course that ‘L’ that Grimm dealt me didn't stand for loss…” Ace Anderson: Even though that is exactly what it was. “...I said that it would stand for lesson.” Ace Anderson: To never come out and challenge Grimm again, lesson learned. “What I learned is,” he continued, “who I am.” The crowd chant “JOHN-NY-V!” but he shakes his head. “My name is Johnny Matthews,” he stated, “and I think I have made it clear what I want.” Matthews takes the crown of the Underground King from his shoulder and takes a long look into the gold, even showing it to his brother-in-law. Conspicuous by its absence is the stolen World title belt as Notorious poses with a title won and a title challenged.

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews made that statement - and that challenge - several months ago and this rivalry has just been getting more and more intense as time has gone on. And now we're finally going to see Matthews and Dominator one-on-one for the Underground Title!

Ace Anderson: And it's going to be a ladder match!!!

Sasha Greene: The following is a LADDER MATCH, and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!!

Jerry Andrews: Look above the ring, Ace, the prize is hanging 20 feet above the ring.

The camera gets a shot of the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship, hanging on a brass ring above the arena.

“NO TOR I OUS!”

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

“NO TOR I OUS!”

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

Sasha Greene: …from Corpus Christi, Texas, he is two-hundred and twenty-eight pounds on a six-foot frame; accompanied to the ring by Justin “Stormm” Dominatorhaels, they are Notorious, he is JOHNNY MATTHEWS!

Matthews and Stormm make their way down, the former Johnny V eyeing the crowd and taking in his moment. He exchanges a few terse words with Stormm at the entrance ramp. Stormm holds his arms out in confusion, but Matthews makes conciliatory hand motions, clearly telling his partner he's got this one. Stormm, staring daggers at his Notorious cohort, walks to the back, and Johnny continues down to ringside alone.

Jerry Andrews: You saw it there, Johnny Matthews looks like he might be going this one alone.

Ace Anderson: I don't trust that man a lick, or take what him and his partner SAY at face value, but I think Johnny has a lot of pride wrapped up in this battle tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Notorious came in and caused a lot of chaos. They targeted the World Champion, Kyle Shane. At Collision Course, Johnny put up a spirited fight and almost put down the Hangtown Horror, Grimm. And in the intervening weeks since then, Johnny has put our Pure Class Wrestling Underground King, the bruising heavyweight Dominator, on notice.

Ace Anderson: Johnny shows no fear, even now that he's going to be taking Dominator on alone. You have to wonder what he has up his sleeve.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 365 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling UNDERGROUND KING... DOMINATOR!!

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

…DOMINATOR…

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

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.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship

Ladder Match

Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Johnny Matthews

Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry Andrews: Interestlingly enough, Dominator is also going this one alone.

Ace Anderson: As I said, there is a ton of pride wrapped up in this thing. Who can forget some of the beatings Matthews has dished out, the way he attacked Dominator from behind to stake his claim.

Jerry Andrews: Well, from the way he's glaring at him... Dominator clearly didn't forget...

Matthews and Dominator stare one another down as the ref calls for the bell. This match begins and Dominator starts to circle Matthews. Matthews holds his hands up, calling for a test of strength and the crowd ripples with laughter, as does Dominator, who simply can't believe this buffoon is trying this right now.

Jerry Andrews: Matthews calling for the test of strength here. Probably a huge mistake against the larger Dominator.

Ace Anderson: His every word may ooze with sickening ear worm intensity to me, but I have to admit, Johnny Matthews doesn't ever NOT have a plan. I just wonder if Dominator will feed into it.

Dominator smiles evilly and steps forward raising his own hands. He locks hands with Matthews and immediately puts pressure on the smaller man’s wrists and begins to drive him down. Matthews, however, raises one foot and punts Dominator in the groin dropping the larger man to his knees! Dominator groans and holds his jewels, but Matthews follows this feint up with a few hard right elbow shots, followed by a couple knees to the midsection, and once Dominator was doubled over, Matthews laced him over the back with a trio of double ax handle smashes that flattens the champion onto the mat. Matthews snaps a few boots onto Dominator's head and neck area before he goes for a Hell-Bow to the neck of Dominator. Matthews picks Dominator up and tosses him through the ropes where Dominator lands on the outside floor hard. Matthews follows, wrapping his arm around Dominator with a headlock while hammering away with a few punches that leaves the big man dazed. Matthews bends over and wraps his arms around Dominator's waist before driving him backwards into the barricade! Dominator falls on his knees, clearly hurt, before Matthews jerks him back to the feet before whipping him towards the steel steps which dislodges from the force as Dominator does a front flip flat onto his back!

Jerry Andrews: Matthews has swarmed over Dominator after that initial cheapshot, hitting him so quickly and battering him around the ring that Dom hasn't been able to even defend himself.

Matthews is searching among the stacked ladders and chairs set out at ringside. Dominator, grimacing in pain and trying to get back in the early goings, shakes his head briskly. Matthews slides a ladder in the ring. He decides to take a chance and start setting the ladder up, but then he stops himself when he sees the arm of Dominator drape itself over the ring apron. Matthews clasps the ladder back shut and he kicks it to the side of the ring, and then he gets a running start when he sees Dominator's shoulders peeking up, thinking Dominator is pulling himself up, he comes running and slides between the top and middle rope, trying for a high impact dropkick between the ropes, but the camera switches position to show Dominator rising up with another ladder clenched like a massive battering ram between his two hands, and as Matthews comes sliding between the top and middle ropes for his dropkick Dominator rotates in a 180 degree arc, smacking the midsection of Matthews with the end of the ladder, a resounding "CRACK" going through the air as steel hits gut. It is perfectly timed, a unique way of using the ladder and, as Johnny Matthews goes falling to the aisle, folded in half like he'd taken a strong punch to the solar plexus, devastatingly effective. The crowd gives an "OOOOOOOH" at this spot.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator just swatted an incoming Matthews with the end of that ladder, it folded him right up!

Ace Anderson: You want to talk high impact, demolition derby offense, I think tonight is going to be the night for it.

Dominator holds the ladder with ease over one shoulder, but then he looks down at the crumbled form of Johnny and he lifts the ladder over his head as if for a press slam and then just dumps it haphazardly on the prone corpse of Johnny, who jitters when the ladder lands on him, and then is still. Dominator holds his arms up and roars to the crowd, and then, he looks up, seeing the Underground Championship hanging above the ring. Dominator steps closer to it, daunted and a little bit in awe at the height the belt is hanging from.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, no... we know that Dominator has disclosed a fear of heights he's worked to get over, stemming back to a near career ending fall in 2011.

Ace Anderson: Well, the question is, how fast can he get over that? Because Matthews took a hard shot there, and he's folded up like a pretzel right now... if Dominator can get over his fear of heights and find a ladder right now, he can climb up and get it.

Jerry Andrews: I think Dominator is considering all the possibilities.

Dominator re-enters the ring and collects the ladder Matthews introduced, going towards the belt swaying above his head, and he begins to set it up. Dominator starts to climb, putting one foot on the bottom rung and psyching himself up to to this. On the outside, Johnny opens his eyes and sees what's transpiring. Adrenaline takes over and he pops to his feet, slides into the ring, and makes a diving forearm smash right into Dominator's side. Dominator bends to his side and steps down a rung. Johnny takes a couple more shots at Dominator before high jumping, bringing Dominator back down with an amazing cutter, off the ladder! Dominator winces and grips at his neck, but Matthews, still feeling it, gets back to his feet. Matthews damn near tears Dominator’s head off with a savage clothesline! Dominator topples over on his back. Matthews bounces off the bottom ropes with a springboard moonsault on top of Dominator who doesn’t seem to notice compared to the pain between his legs! Matthews returns to the ropes, rolling out and retrieving a chair and then getting back in the ring with it. Matthews sets it down open with the steel bar up against Dominator’s throat... Matthews bounces off the far ropes and comes flying off with a somersault which he looks to land on the chair, but Dominator snaps the chair shut and as Matthews is flying in to him, Dominator CHUCKS the chair right into him, connecting with a sound like a metal pan hitting and dropping Johnny Matthews hardcore. A few fans even point out the influence and chant for E-C-DUB, but most of the crowd are getting on their feet.

Jerry Andrews: And AGAIN, a high speed collision with steel rocks Johnny Matthews world and cuts him off just when he was building momentum!

Dominator is on his feet now with an angry look on his face. He heads over to Matthews and lays him out with a swinging neckbreaker! Matthews drops hard to the canvas. Dominator waits for Matthews to get up and lands a left to the stomach that doubles him over and a right to the jaw that sends him stumbling to the corner. Dominator picks up the steel chair and waffles Matthews with it! Matthews slides down in the corner. Dominator grabs the ropes and puts his foot against Matthews’ throat, choking him out violently. Dominator then lifts Matthews up, using his superhuman strength to push Matthews into the corner and maul him with right hands pushing Matthews chin all the way back. Then, Dominator squashes him with a few hard elbow shots. Dominator paces over, grabbing the steel chair, and he wedges it into the opposite corner turnbuckles, between the top and middle rope, so it's a solid sheet. Dominator walks over, grabs Johnny's arm, and goes to whip him into the corner with the wedged in steel chair, but instead of throwing him into the chair, at the last second, Johnny stops himself, putting the brakes on with his hands gripping the top ropes and his foot against the pad. Dominator, being all forward momentum, charges into the corner, looking to spear Matthews. Instead, Matthews performs his best "Ole!" and spins out of the corner just in time. Dominator goes charging in and collides the hard way with the steel chair wedged between the turnbuckles, and keeps going, hitting the steel ringpost. It is a sound and visual that makes the crowd at ringside wince and give an "OOOOOOOH". And possibly makes the ring shift about 5 inches to the west.

Jerry Andrews: Jesus Christ!!

Ace Anderson: Dominator got a little too overzealous there.

Matthews doesn't let Dominator even get out of the corner, he's on him with harsh kicks to the arm, stretching it out. Dominator tries to push Matthews off with his non-injured shoulder. He turns back to Dominator and pulls him back to his feet before throwing him towards the ropes again. This time, when Dominator comes back, he grabs Matthews's wrist and uses his own momentum to reverse the irish whip, sending Matthews into the ropes. Matthews comes back to meet a knee to the gut that doubles him over and drops him to one knee. Dominator snatches him back up and turns Matthews up onto his shoulders before performing a running release powerbomb! He throws Matthews into the ladder against the turnbuckles, but he hits it at such a high point that Matthews bounces off the ladder, over the top ropes, where he lands on the ground below! The ladder itself flips over as well and hits Matthews on the way down!

Ace Anderson: Dominator always has a career for himself in the chiropractic field, if this destroying people business never pans out.

Jerry Andrews: By the way Johnny is twitching and spasming on the outside, I think Dom is doing okay for himself right here.

As if to underscore that point, Dominator walks over and grabs the ladder that Johnny M had just collided with, pulling it fully back into the ring from where it was laying like an upended see saw. Dominator walks it over and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Dominator starts to step on it, but then he hesitates and takes his foot down. The crowd is chanting "Climb, climb, climb" to will the big man on, but Dominator then sees he's taken too long in deciding. He steps down, and walks over to the apron, where Johnny has been pulling himself up weakly. Dominator first palms the head of Matthews and pulls him back up onto the apron, and then he hooks under the arm and flips Matthews inside. Matthews slams to the mat, then rolls in a circle, holding his back. Dominator lays Matthews head first on the steel chair and then goes out and grabs another steel chair. As he goes to pick up another weapon and he holds it in front of him Johnny Matthews, casting aside all pain and suffering, rockets between the ropes, crashing into Dominator AND the steel chair with a wicked suicide dive, smashing both men down! The crowd erupts into a "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant.

Jerry Andrews: Matthews just flew like an arrow into the heart of Dominator!

Ace Anderson: I can't tell who's head hit the chair, but the chair was between them and that was an awful crash. Both men are down, and neither one is moving.

Matthews sits up with a start, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He sees that Dominator is still selling the effect of the suicide dive and the camera even gets a look at Dominator and spots the beginnings of a bleeding cut above the eyebrows. Matthews begins tearing up the ringside area, picking up steel chair after steel chair from under the ring apron. He throws them like a frisbee so that they land on top of the prone Dominator's corpse and then when Dominator already has three steel chairs stacked on his upper torso and shoulders Johnny Matthews comes over with the previous steel chair, making sure to slam it down on top of Dominator's face. Then Johnny gets a few steps back and runs in, does a hop and then DOUBLE FOOT STOMPS the steel chairs stacked on Dominator's torso! Dominator groans, and just for good measure Johnny backs up and drops a knee across the head of Dominator in the aisle. Johnny holds his arms up, arrogantly to the crowd and then flips Dominator his signature double middle fingers!

Ace Anderson: Ever the class act, aren't we, Matthews.

Matthews is able to lift the big man and he holds him in a front facelock. Using all of his strength he pushes one leg up, and then rolls him into the ring. Dominator is still loopy. Johnny, complaining and groaning about Dominator's fat ass, pushes Dominator into the ring, rolls him over, and he climbs in after him. He lays a steel chair on top of his face, and Matthews gets on the apron and vaults over the top rope where he lands on the steel chair driving it into Dominator’s face with a senton! Dominator sits up in a hurry and then collapses back to the canvas! Matthews grabs him by the wrists and drags him away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring. Matthews sets up the ladder so it's positioned over top of Dominator, and then Johnny gives another double foot stomp from the middle rungs! Dominator's breath leaves his body and he rolls around on the mat, selling as if he has busted ribs. Johnny Matthews yells to the crowd "Who's the Man!" and then he makes the title sign around his waist. Johnny spends a couple more minutes playing to the crowd, and then he decides it's time to claim his prize. Sadly, the Underground Championship is swaying hard back and forth like a pendulum overhead, so as Johnny starts climbing he grasps at it as it's already swung past. Johnny sets himself, and he's just about to climb to the top rung of the ladder, when the shifting of the ring alerts him Dominator is standing below him. Dominator rises to his feet and Matthews hops off the top of the ladder. Looks like Matthews is looking for a high knee…but Dominator snatches him out of mid-air and slams him to the canvas with a chokeslam! Dominator just leveled the smaller man from Corpus Christi!!

Jerry Andrews: Johnny just jumped RIGHT into the arms of Dominator!!

Dominator takes a few gasping coughs, trying to recover his wind. He sits up, and recognizing he can't pin Johnny, sits looking up at the title swinging by the cable overhead. Dominator, fatigued, begins to crawl over and grasp the bottom steps of the ladder.

Matthews sits up with a scream of pain and then collapses back down to the canvas. Seeing that he hasn't done enough damage, Dominator turns his attention away from the ladder for a second. With a smile, Dominator rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring apron where he emerges with a table which he slides into the ring.

Dominator rolls back in the ring and sets up the table. He brushes it off, and then he picks up a bag he'd retrieved when he got out the table. He withdraws from the bag... a big squeeze bottle of lighter fluid?!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, Jesus Christ, Savior and, and spirit, Dominator is really upping the ante here.

Ace Anderson: He isn't going to do what I think he is?! Where is the fire marshall on this!

Dominator squirts the bottle of lighter fluid all over the table, and then he procures a gold flip lighter from an inside pocket and he flips it open stylishly, letting a flame flicker into life. He touches the flame to the table and FOOOMP, the table begins to flame and go up. Dominator grabs Johnny by the scruff of his neck, and he pulls him up. He sets Johnny up and makes him sit on the middle rung of the ladder, obviously intending to place him higher. Struggling a little bit due to his weight and trying to position two people on a ladder, it's obvious that Dominator is trying to position Johnny Matthews on top of the ladder so that he can suplex him off onto the table he just set on fire.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator raised the stakes in this match, he brought fire into the equation, he's trying to send Matthews plummeting into a fiery hell!!

Ace Anderson: That thing is going up like a book burning bonfire, if they don't put it out this instant it could burn the whole damn ring down! What was Dominator thinking?!

Dominator slaps Johnny in the face, and has him hooked, looking to vertical suplex him up from the ladder off and into the flaming table, but at the last second, Matthews begins throwing punches. Dominator stops trying to lift him off. Johnny's punches grow more frantic as he sees the fiery table. He lays into Dominator with all of his might, again and again until Dominator isn't just standing on the ladder, he's teetering over the edge, hanging on just barely. One final punch crosses Dominator's eyes, and his grip slips... and he plunges off the middle of the ladder where he was. Dominator falls back, and his shoulders and back of the head go crashing into the table, which breaks at the middle. Dominator lets out a cry of pain as his back and hair are tinged by the flames, and the crowd gives an "OOOOOH" again.

Jerry Andrews: OH GOD!

Ace Anderson: Put him out, put him out!

Dominator rolls to put out the flames quickly as he can. Referees come running down from the back with fire extinguishers and they squirt Dominator. The table has been half caved in, and it's surface where it wasn't broken is warped and black. Dominator has some very red looking burns on his upper shoulders and he rolls around in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, Dominator's flesh has been scorched and he's taken a lot of damage from that flaming table.

The referees are trying to get Dominator to come with them and have a medic look at his burns. Dominator shoves one away. Matthews, also recovering and looking like he just missed a head-on collision with a train, is sitting by the ropes, chest heaving. Dominator, painfully pulls himself up to his knees using the ropes as the ring crew removes the burnt table. Dominator hisses and touches his burned shoulder, and then he wildly looks around for Matthews. Dominator spots Matthews, who rolls to the outside and grabs a steel chair. Dominator shakes his head, snarling angrily. Dominator rolls out of the ring after him, and he chases Johnny Matthews around the ring for a second. Johnny makes a beeline around the ring, giving Dominator a merry chase and then he slides back in the ring, steel chair in hand... and when Dominator rolls in the ring, Johnny Matthews lets him have it across the burned, scorched shoulders with the chair. Dominator groans in absolute misery, flinching and arching his back with such an expression of agony that the crowd moans. Dominator, still flinching and holding his burns, rolls away. Johnny walks over to the outside, setting a double-sized ladder propped up against one side of the ropes before finding the one he wants, a non-damaged ladder.

Jerry Andrews: Now Johnny is going to try and take advantage. I'm not even sure Dominator can move. He may need grafts when this is all done.

Matthews is a little slow, but he drags the ladder up and swings it open before making sure to position it in the center of the ring underneath the belt. He tests its sturdiness and checks on Dominator, who is still rolling around on the outside floor in pain. Matthews takes a chance and begins to climb the ladder as Dominator starts to crawl. Dominator picks himself back up to his feet using the second ladder, which is positioned right behind the southwest turnbuckles, but instead of going into the ring, Dominator, with a speed borne of purest desperation, unchocks the outside, double sized ladder and begins climbing it.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is Dominator doing? Matthews's almost reached the belt!

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure. Maybe he's so delirious from the pain he thinks he's climbing the one inside?

Matthews can touch the belt he's so close, and he takes another step up the ladder to give himself more clearance. Meanwhile, Dominator has soared up the outside ladder, and he steadies himself on the very top rung. The ladder wobbles a bit under his weight.

Jerry Andrews: Whoa, wait a minute. There's a reason they have those warnings on the ladder! You're not supposed to stand on the very top!

Matthews's got the belt in his hand, but as he works to unclasp it, Dominator jumps from the outside ladder, over the turnbuckles, and lands a shoulder tackle right into the ladder!! Dominator hits the ground HARD as the ladder tilts over sending Matthews straddling the ring ropes! A chant of “Holy shit!” starts to roar through the arena at Dominator's death-defying stunt!

Jerry Andrews: HOW DID DOMINATOR DO THAT?!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, what good did it do him though? He probably took a bigger fall than Matthews did, when all he had to do was climb in the ring and push the ladder over.

Jerry Andrews: Well he really wanted to put more hurt on Matthews, and he did, but at what cost?!

From the straddled position where he's slumped over, holding jewels that are probably up in his throat now, Matthews finally falls over to the ring apron where he's clutching his little Johnnies. Dominator meanwhile has taken a helluva fall, and he's slowly inching his way towards the corner. Both of them need a minute, but Matthews finally rolls inside and works his way back up to a vertical base. He stumbles towards Dominator who is sitting in the corner. Matthews boots Dominator in the chest a couple of times before picking him up to his feet and bringing him back out to the middle of the ring. He slowly works Dominator into a falling neckbreaker, leaving the champ on his ass slumped forward. Matthews runs off the ropes and comes back with a boot right into the kisser.

Jerry Andrews: The Man In Black is wearing Dominator down now. He's already taken some hellacious falls in this contest, the kind of falls that would break a normal person, and now Matthews is trying to put the finishing touches on the dominating champion.

Matthews picks up the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Matthews makes a slow climb towards the top, but Dominator is crawling up the other side. Matthews looks upset to see Dominator continuing to fight, but he keeps climbing. He makes a futile reach for the belt, but it swings out of his grasp allowing Dominator enough time to reach the top. Matthews rocks Dominator with a hard right hand that sends Dominator down a rung, but Dominator fights his way back up. Matthews drills him with another hard right hand that peels Dominator from the ladder, he hangs on by his fingertips and pulls himself back towards the ladder. Matthews fires another shot at Dominator, but this time, Dominator blocks it with his forearm, clinches Matthews's head, and slams him face first into the top of the ladder! Now, Matthews's the one who falls down a rung, and Dominator climbs over the top of the ladder before hooking Matthews and coming off the ladder with a sidewalk slam!!

Ace Anderson: Both men are down yet again, and neither one has managed to get their fingers on the belt. Dominator hasn't even climbed fully up to get the belt yet.

Jerry Andrews: Curiously, Dominator's only managed to clear his fear of heights when hurting Johnny is involved.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, yeah, that's a kind of break through you'd pay hundreds in therapy bills for.

Dominator is up and he sets the ladder right where their last fall had knocked it onto it's side. Dominator looks up with trepidation, but he knows he can do this. He's done it already in this match. Just go to the top. The Underground Championship belt beckons to him, gleaming as it swings a little overhead. Dominator, instead, looks down at Johnny Matthews, and he walks over and grabs one of the steel chairs. He walks towards Matthews with the chair in front of him… and out of nowhere Matthews lands a superkick on the steel chair, driving it into Dominator’s face and sending the big man crashing to the canvas! Matthews climbs up on the top of the turnbuckle and comes off with a flying elbow…bam point first on Dominator’s chest! Dominator cradles his chest in pain and rolls away from his opponent. Matthews though, is not about to let him go that easy. He backs into the ropes and drops another elbow to the larger man’s mid-spine! Dominator again rolls over and Matthews grabs the legs, he may be looking for a figure four leglock here. Dominator puts a massive foot against Matthews’ chest and shoves hard and sends him flying backwards into the corner with force! Dominator gets up to his feet and charges into the corner looking to squash the smaller athelete. Matthews dives out of the way at the last second and Dominator rams his knee hard into the steel ringpost! Dominator limps out of the corner trying to get used to putting weight on the knee…and Matthews chop blocks him viciously from behind! Dominator drops to his back, holding his knee in pain! He tries to rise once more and Matthews drops him with another chop block! Dominator is down on his back again, screaming with pain and holding his knee.

Ace Anderson: Between ramming it into the steel and those two chop blocks, Dominator may have wrenched the knee!

Jerry Andrews: Brilliant strategy from Johnny... if Dominator can't climb, he can't go up that ladder and get the belt... and he cannot climb if he's crippled.

Matthews runs forward and grabs Dominator’s leg and flips over Dominator taking the leg with him and hyper extending the knee! Dominator drums against the canvas in sheer agony. He grabs the nearby ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He takes a tentative step foreward and almost collapses. Matthews charges in and hits a low dropkick on the injured knee! Dominator collapses face first to the canvas! He rolls onto his back and Matthews is there to grab the leg and drop an elbow on the inside of the knee! Matthews follows up with another elbow to the knee. Matthews kips up to his feet as Dominator drags his way across the ring to the ropes. Dominator uses the ropes to get to his feet but a leaping sidekick to the knee drops Dominator face first to the canvas once more. Matthews has a chair now which he is sliding over Dominator’s leg folding it over the knee. Dominator sits up and slugs Matthews hard in the jaw, stunning him and sending Matthews tumbling backwards through the ropes! Dominator struggles to his feet as the ref checks on Johnny. This is no more than a temporary reprieve though as less than four seconds later, Johnny swarms back into the ring. Dominator is waiting for him though with a massive kick to the midsection that doubles Matthews over. Dominator grabs the smaller man and hooks him into position for the Namesake. Dominator lifts him onto his shoulder... but his knee gives way.

Jerry Andrews: So much damage has been done.

Matthews grabs the ladder, which has been left folded on it's side. He collapses it and hefts it up, before smashing the top of it into the side of Dominator’s assaulted knee. Dominator rolls away from the ladder his face a mask of pain! Johnny, relentless, sets up the ladder and climbs to the top…and leaps off the ladder with a corkscrew plancha! BUT Dominator CATCHES HIM! Dominator uses Matthews’ own momentum to hit him with a fallaway slam! Matthews is unmoving lying back first on the canvas. Dominator is lying on his back next to him. With great effort, Dominator rolls over and grabs the ladder! The crowd is on it's feet!Dominator rolls out of the ring and grabs one of the tables at ringside. He pushes it into the ring and limps in after it. He sets up the table and turns to Matthews who is slowly getting to his feet. Dominator lays in a punch to Matthews’ stomach. A second punch to the gut! Followed by an uppercut to the jaw that sends Matthews reeling! Dominator grabs him by his hand and pulls him to his feet. He keeps pulling Matthews like he’s going for a clothesline…but instead pulls Matthews stomach-first into Dominator’s knee! Matthews collapses to the canvas and Dominator hobbles on one leg for a moment!

Jerry Andrews: That may have hurt Dominator as much as it did Matthews!

Dominator turns and sees Matthews rising slowly to his feet. He boots him in the stomach and then powerbombs him…RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!

Matthews is down!!

Dominator, totally spent now, rests. His arms and shoulders are laid against the apron and he can barely even get vertical. Dominator winces and holds his burns. Johnny Matthews is laid amid the wreckage of the second table. Dominator walks over, and he collapses the ladder. He begins placing it in the ring, trying to get it in the exact center of the ring. Dominator heaves a few chestfuls of air, trying to recover after the beating and burning he's taken. He looks up at the Underground Championship belt. It's calling his name. Dominator puts one foot a few steps up the ladder and grits his teeth, even though it exerts the cuts and burns to climb. He does it. Three rungs, four rungs... six rungs, seven rungs... finally, Dominator is at the top. His fingers are touching the belt!! Dominator has the strap and all it will take is one jerk to rip the strap off and remove the belt. However it is at that second that Johnny Matthews reinserts himself, tipping the ladder over and letting the giant go sailing down from his perch, and crashing very uncomfortably from the top of the ladder. Johnny sinks down, resting on the middle ropes. The camera catches a crazed and diabolical smile on the lips of Matthews.

Johnny lifts the ladder up, closes it with a businesslike look on his face, and then puts it on his shoulders, over his head. Dominator is gingerly trying to get to his feet and Johnny Matthews has the ladder and is giving it an airplane spin on his shoulders, before he twirls it in the direction that Dominator is rising from, and he CRACKS DOMINATOR IN THE FACE WITH THE SPINNING LADDER!! Johnny pulls the ladder from over his head and neck and throws it to the outside, and he looks at the decked Dominator with a grin. Johnny then grabs Dominator by the hair and pushes his face into Johnny's pit, just to humiliate him with a Pit Stop. Johnny holds his arms out to the crowd, as if to say "Who else but me?!" with a cheeky grin, but then Johnny's grin takes an edge and becomes all business, and dangerous. Johnny rolls to the outside and he grabs a table from underneath the apron, then a second one, which he notes isn't a normal wooden table, but a glass and metal framed table. He slides both of those in. Johnny then spots Dominator crawling across the ring, hands searching for a weapon, like the steel chair sitting on the apron. Matthews grabs the other steel chair lying in the ring and hurls it at Dominator! Dominator, having had enough shenanigans for one day, catches the steel chair…and Matthews dropkicks the steel chair driving it into Dominator’s face with enough force to send him toppling backwards. Dominator hits the canvas back first!

Jerry Andrews: Neither of these competitors is giving an inch here!

Matthews grabs the previous steel chair and turns to attack the downed Dominator with it. Dominator raises a foot and plants it firmly against the steel chair and pushes hard! Matthews stumbles backwards and falls on his back. Dominator grabs the other steel chair and begins to climb the ladder. But Matthews is up! Matthews dropkicks the ladder which collapses sending Dominator back first to the mat where he is hit by both the chair and the falling ladder! The crowd gives an "OOOOOH" as Dominator falls again. Matthews moves the ladder and chair aside and straddles Dominator. He begins to pepper Dominator’s face with rights and lefts trying to keep the big man down! Like the machine he is, Dominator bucks underneath Matthews and sends him flying off onto the canvas. Dominator rises to his feet and walks over towards Matthews with an angry look on his face. He reaches down for Matthews but Matthews lashes out with both feet, driving them into Dominator’s hurt knee! Dominator collapses to the mat and screams in pain! Matthews pops up to his feet and grabs a nearby chair. He spins around and as Dominator is getting up, Matthews rams the edge of the chair into Dominator’s knee! Dominator hits the canvas once more in pain! Matthews slams the steel chair onto Dominator’s face…once…twice…three times!

Ace Anderson: That nasty look in Johnny's eye. He isn't trying to just make Dominator bruise or bleed. He wants torn ligaments, he wants broken bones, severed muscles... Johnny has unleashed a nasty side tonight.

Jerry Andrews: And he's gotten just as much aggression and brutality out of our Underground Champion.

Angrily, Matthews walks over and begins setting up the two tables stacked in the corner. He undoes their legs and sets them up methodically, first the wooden one, and then the glass topped, metal frame table. Matthews sets up the table and turns back to Dominator, who is trying to roll over and get to his feet. Matthews crosses over to him and hooks him into a front face lock…and follows up with an Inverted Exploder Suplex, the Center Ring Screwdriver! Dominator is down once more and Matthews rolls him on top of the table. Then Matthews sets up the ladder across the ring and climbs to the very top. Dominator, however, notices he is on the first table, the wooden one. Johnny is nearly at the top of the ladder, when Dominator suddenly roars to life, coming off the table, and he gets up the other side of the ladder in a huge hurry. Johnny tries to turn around or do something, but he has to be super careful, because he's in a precarious balancing act. The ladder is shaking under their combined weight, which is far much more than is advisable (Weight limits are a safety measure, kids.)

Jerry Andrews: No way... no way!!

Ace Anderson: Both of these men are teetering precariously at the top of a twenty foot ladder, what the hell is going to happen?!

There is a classic moment when Dominator and Johnny come face to face at the top of the ladder, and they just stare each other down for a long second. Then, Johnny tries to swing for a punch, but it is blocked by Dominator, who bounces Johnny's head off the top step of the ladder. Johnny blinks his eyes, dazed. The ladder is swaying and it looks like it can't take this stress. Dominator gives Johnny another head bounce off the top of the ladder, and then he grips his throat with one arm, lift Johnny up so that Johnny's feet go up another step, and then flings Johnny out and to the left in a modified chokeslam. Johnny is HURLED OFF THE LADDER, and Johnny goes CRASHING THROUGH THE TWO TABLES HE HAD SET SIDE BY SIDE!! Johnny goes half through the wooden table, but his upper half goes crashing through the glass plate table, the glass shattering and the metal frame bending as his body collides!! The crowd is dead silent for a second, and then they ERUPT in a "HOLY SHIT" chant. Johnny is laid among the broken pieces of the two tables, chunks of glass sticking in his arms and his upper torso.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD JOHNNY MATTHEWS DESTROYED THOSE TABLES!

Ace Anderson: I... I'm speechless... that was an ugly fall.

Still wobbling, the stressed ladder looking like it might break under his weight, Dominator turns from looking down at the twitching Johnny to step up and hold his hands up, collecting the swaying Championship belt as it comes towards him. The referees are picking the table parts from around Matthews as Dominator unsnaps the Underground Championship. Dominator falls back and takes the belt down with him as the step he's on breaks under his weight. Dominator falls, flat on his back, but he holds the Underground title in his hands.

Jerry Andrews: He did it!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING UNDERGROUND KING... DOMINATOR!!

Dominator has a lot of difficulty sitting up. But no more so than Johnny Matthews, who is being extricated from the broken tables. Johnny has disturbing looking cuts all over his body from being flung from the ladder through the two tables and the glass. EMTS are coming to place seals on the worst wounds. Dominator meanwhile, is still trying to pull himself to a seated position. More paramedics come over to him, trying to help him roll to the outside so they can check his cuts and burns.

Winner: Dominator via Retrieval 

Jerry Andrews: These men don't look like they were in a ladder match. This is like the aftermath of a war.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, that's definitely true. But Dominator conquered his fear and went up that ladder, and he sent Johnny down the hard way.

Jerry Andrews: With this defense Dominator has staked his claim as one of the best, no doubt about that. But you have to give it up for Johnny Matthews, he brought a dangerous level of game against Dominator tonight.

Matthews is being loaded onto a stretcher as Dominator is being tended to by paramedics on the outside. The crowd is giving a standing ovation to both men.


Jerry Andrews: I cannot believe what I just saw....

Ace Anderson: Brutal. Just brutal. Those two men did everything they could to one another, and all for PCW gold!

Jerry Andrews: Well, speaking of gold, we've got more on the line right now!

Ace Anderson: That's right! Tyler Scott won a tournament to earn a shot at the North American Champion Justin Michaels and the two are set to go at it right now!

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship!

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

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

Move back this wrecking ball,

Rips through the blackest hole,

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

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

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Here is a hungry competitor that has shown us an incredible fire to claim his place in Pure Class Wrestling history as of late.

Ace Anderson: It's times like this I don't think that you understand the game we're playing, Andrews. Everyone is looking for their place, everyone here is looking to make history.

Jerry Andrews: True, but what I was saying is that Tyler Scott's attitude has become much more ruthless since Collision Course, and he has had a one track mind on getting to this point.

Ace Anderson: Well you have to think about the four-man tournament that Tyler had to go through, beating first Derek Cosmos, and then upsetting his rival, the mountain of a man in Hiroshi Yukio... he saw that spot and he wanted it.

Jerry Andrews: But that spot is occupied by one-half of Notorious, who have made a big impact themselves since coming back, and you know that Michaels isn't going to take kindly to someone like Tyler Scott coming from his position to try and take the North American title from him.

Ace Anderson: I don't think anyone's let Tyler Scott do anything thus far... he's just gone out and done it.

"NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

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

"SO NO-TOR-I-OUS!"

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

Sasha Greene - Introducing at this time, from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

The Force of Nature interacts with fans on his way down the ramp as the first verse of "Notorious" accompanies him, but he never gets close enough to high five those begging for them, or to let anyone in the crowd touch him. The smile on his face is ripe with condescension, but the faithful are too amped up to notice. As he makes it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

Sasha Greene - The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the dark arena, mimicking the lightning flashes, and the chorus of his theme song helps set the mood as the lights finally brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

Jerry Andrews: The arrogant look on Justin Michaels' face tells the story here, he is the North American Champion, the one to beat in this situation.

Ace Anderson: Michaels and Matthews have wreaked utter chaos in the main event scene in their time here. But he has backed it up with strong showings and even a victory over Scott in a tag match on last Trauma.

Jerry Andrews: I'm surprised that Tyler Scott didn't try attacking him from behind and taking his belt. What's good for the goose is good for the gander...

Ace Anderson: Oh, will you put a sock in it. My point is, Michaels is the man here. And Tyler Scott is going to really have to show him something. But as hungry and as ruthless as Tyler is, I'm sure we're in for an interesting fight.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is hoping to have a better night than Matthews, who barely left this arena on his own after the car crash of a ladder match that we just saw.

Tyler and Stormm’s face both twitch in unison, the ringing of the timekeeper’s bell means that they can finally tear each other limb from limb, yet there is a momentary pause between the two as they stare one another down, standing at a perfect distance away from one another with an equal amount of separation between themselves and the closest set of ropes to them.

Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship
Singles Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) vs Tyler Scott
Referee: Eric Russo

Jerry Andrews: A classic staredown to start off this match. I don’t think either of them have blinked in the past minute or two.

Slowly, Tyler and Stormm begin to shuffle towards one another with slow, scuffing footsteps that rub across the canvas floor. Eventually, they softly butt heads and begin to push against one another, more and more force building by the second. They mouth profanities to one another, egging the other to throw the first punch. Eventually Tyler thrusts his head forwards enough to throw Stormm away from him, to which Michaels responses with a sharp slap right to the face of Tyler Scott. The crowd gasps at this disrespectful strike as Scott quickly looks back at Stormm with a snarl. The boos of the fans change to cheers as Tyler Scott suddenly delivers a stern and vicious right hand that almost takes Stormm’s head clean off his shoulders.

Jerry Andrews: How much aggression has been pent up in Tyler Scott to deliver a punch as brutal as that?

Stormm stumbles to one side, taken aback by the sudden strike to the side of the head. He glares at Tyler before throwing a punch of his own, only for it to be blocked by the Transgressor. Stormm looks momentarily stunned as Tyler hits another right hand, but Stormm immediately rakes back at Tyler’s eyes. The crowd boo's lightly at the cheap shot that started things off. The referee warns Stormm that he will not tolerate this sort of thing during this match, but Stormm blatantly ignores him as he goes right back after Tyler Scott. Stormm socks Tyler with another right hand, before driving the back of Tyler’s head into the canvas with an inverted DDT. Stormm is back on his feet and almost immediately goes for an elbow drop, but Tyler Scott rolls out of the way. Yes, the inverted DDT hit its mark, but it was certainly not going to keep Tyler down for very long. Scott gets back up onto his feet within milliseconds of Stormm’s elbow bouncing off the canvas and delivers a sharp kick to Stormm’s chest as he reaches a kneeling position. Stormm winces, winded from the thrust of Tyler’s foot. He goes for a second, but this time Stormm catches his foot and twists it sharply, throwing Tyler off his feet. Stormm clambers to his feet, slapping an ankle lock in place. Tyler grimaces as Stormm tries to twist the ankle like a stubborn bottle cap. Tyler is able to grab a hold of the nearest rope, yet Stormm hauls Tyler back into the center of the ring before the referee can force Stormm to break the hold. Not yielding to Stormm’s early submission hold, Tyler tries to fold his head and neck beneath his torso, succeeding in flipping himself over and sending Stormm flying into the ropes with a helpful shove from his free boot.

Jerry Andrews: These two are going back and forth in what has been a fast-paced start to this match.

Ace Anderson: Well if I was Tyler I wouldn't want to hit the NOS on that hot rod too soon, if he goes all out against a calculating adversary like Stormm too early he'll run out of power.

Justin Michaels rolls over and, counter to Ace's prophetic words, Stormm throws a cheap right hand at the advancing Tyler, which Tyler blocks... and scores with a right of his own! Stormm strikes back, and an early slugfest breaks out, until Tyler tags Stormm with three unanswered rights, backing Justin into the corner. Tyler then grabs the head, and runs Stormm into the adjacent corner... smashing him face first into the turnbuckle! With Stormm lying against the corner, Tyler fights back, pushing Stormm a little bit more towards center ring before slapping on a headlock. Tylers makes sure to lock on tight, Michaels backpedalling into the ropes and looking to whip Tyler off of him…but Tyler slides on a knee to stop the momentum and keeps the vise grip headlock on tight. Tyler keeps his weight on Michaels as he wrenches even tighter; Stormm is forced to bear the weight of both himself and the Transgressor. Michaels though is apparently up for it, now opting to lift Tyler up and nail a flawless back suplex…but still, somehow Tyler hangs on! He shifts his hips and keeps Stormm’s head and neck trapped, Stormm now being forced to bear all that weight and get back to his feet, he does get back to a vertical base, Tyler still keeping the headlock on. Michaels tries overpowering Scott and going for another back suplex…but Tyler stops it in mid-air this time and rolls the two of them forward, Tyler now on top of Michaels with a grounded side headlock! Stormm pounds the mat in abject frustation.

Jerry Andrews: I'm astounded, Stormm clearly has an edge in power and size, but they are evenly matched in their skill set. But I don't think Stormm accounted for the sheer tenacity he's seeing right now.

Ace Anderson: He needs to figure a way to maintain some separation, that's for sure.

Stormm tries pushing himself up on his elbows, trying to push to a kneeling or standing position, but Scott isn't having it. Stormm grips the hands holding the headlock in place and pulls them apart enough for him to get enough room to breath, and then Stormm begins to transition out of the side headlock, getting to his knees and then to one knee, wringing the arms in a top wristlock for Scott. But then, Stormm completes this by dashing Tyler face first to the mat. Stormm gets back to his feet, and he goes to lift Tyler up, but Tyler throws him with a deep arm drag that makes Stormm sit up in the corner, looking dazed. Tyler gets to one knee, mocking Stormm and telling him to bring it.

Ace Anderson: You are in control, Stormm, you don't have to play his games! He's just being childish!!

Jerry Andrews: Ugh, shut up.

Stormm tries to move himself away from the ropes and instead settles himself in one of the turnbuckles. As he turns, he is met with a full powered splash from Scott, who had charged all the way from the opposite corner at full speed. Stormm stumbles forwards a little, Tyler leads him towards the center of the ring before delivering a leg drop bulldog to Stormm. Scott goes for a swift cover…

The referee: ONE…









TW-KICK OUT from Stormm.

Tyler is undeterred. Lifting Stormm into the air with a headlock applied, Tyler delivers a swift yet elegant suplex before spinning himself back onto his feet and connecting with a second in perfect sequence. Once more, Tyler spins to his feet with the headlock still in place. As Tyler goes for the third successive suplex, Stormm weaves his leg behind Tyler’s, effectively blocking the move. Stormm and Tyler struggle, trying to reposition their arms before Stormm delivers an elbow to the side of Tyler’s head. Seizing the moment, Stormm sends Tyler floating over his head with a butterfly suplex!

Jerry Andrews: You just know that their game of one upsmanship is going to blow up at some point.

Stormm gets back up onto his feet in a matter of seconds and glares at Tyler Scott. Stormm lunges at Tyler, but he ducks beneath the clothesline. Stormm hits the ropes and runs full bore towards Tyler. He suddenly springs up and rotates his whole body, his legs swinging like one solid pendulum and clocks Tyler right in the temple with a spinning wheel kick. Tyler is dazed, but by no means out as he scrambles back up to his feet. Stormm jumps into the air and looks to hit a dropkick, but Tyler quickly evades and allows Stormm to crash to the mat. However, Stormm is able to land in a crouched position rather than flat onto his stomach or spine. Tyler climbs back to his feet and drags Stormm up with him before he pushes him into the ropes. He unloads on Stormm with a forearm shot to the jaw, but Stormm counters with one of his own that sends Tyler back a few steps. Tyler goes for another forearm, but is blocked by Michaels who sends Tyler to the ground with another stiff shot to the face. Scott scrambles to his feet only to be kneed in the midsection and nailed with a half nelson suplex that leaves him rocked in the middle of the ring. Stormm grabs the Transgressor by the back of the neck before he sends him chest first into the turnbuckles and watches as Tyler collapses to the ground from the pain. Tyler struggles to get up to his feet only for Stormm to nail him with a European Uppercut that knocks Tyler completely silly, stumbling back into the ropes. Stormm then shoots him off with an irish whip and goes for a clothesline only for the Transgressor to duck it. Michaels turns around to find Scott on the middle rope and goes for a springboard moonsault on Stormm. However, Stormm is ready for Tyler and ducks, it only for Tyler to also be ready, land on his feet... and Stormm is met in the face with a savate kick! Stormm crumbles to one knee.

Jerry Andrews: Rapid fire, counter for counter, I am amazed by the skills these two men are showing me right here.

Tyler delivers a right hand to Stormm before whipping him into the turnbuckle, chasing him and splashing him almost immediately. He repeats the process, whipping him into the opposite corner and splashing him again within a split second. He goes for a larger irish whip this time, yet still towards the opposite turnbuckle. Stormm is hurled across the ring, but he plants a boot on the second turnbuckle as if to stop himself from sustaining any further damage. Tyler stalks Stormm, twitching his knee as though he’s ready to go for the Switchblade Superkick, but as Tyler begins to charge at Stormm, Notorious' ace spins on his heel and steps into Tyler’s charge, clasping him in position before hitting a reverse bulldog. Stormm hooks the leg…

The referee: ONE…









TW-KICK OUT by Tyler Scott!

Stormm, frustrated, snarls and shakes his head at the temerity of his opponent. He slaps Tyler several times as he goes to pull him up. Stormm reaches down picking Tyler up by the head before delivering another solid right hand before shooting Tyler towards a set of buckles, Stormm charges in after Tyler, Tyler side steps Stormm at the last possible second which sends Stormm sternum first off the buckles, Scott quickly latches on to a back waist lock before hurling Stormm backwards with a release German suplex. Tyler works his way to his feet where he shakes off the damage done by Stormm. Tyler comes forward picking Stormm up off the mat before sending Stormm across the ring and into a set of buckles. Tyler charges across the ring where he delivers a running knee to the jaw of Stormm before driving Stormm face first into the canvas with a running bulldog headlock! Tyler reaches his feet where he's met with a shocking ovation from the crowd. Tyler takes a moment as he looks out towards the crowd to the left and then to the right as they're starting to cheer "LET'S GO TYLER/LET'S GO STORMM". Tyler turns back towards Stormm who's still laid out on the mat. Tyler runs full speed towards the ropes before delivering a Rolling Thunder! Tyler makes the cover hooking the nearest leg of Stormm.

The referee: ONE...









TWO... KICKOUT!

Tyler can't believe it when he looks up, he asks the referee if it was two. He shakes his head in disappointment. However, when he goes to reach down, Stormm pulls him over and sinks in a high angle Fujiwara armbar. Scott shrieks in pain as Stormm puts his weight onto the point of the shoulder and side of the ribs, pulling the arm up, possibly softening him up for the Eye of the Stormm. After several agonizing seconds in the hold, and Stormm leaning back to apply yet more pressure, Scott begins using his free elbow, to ram in across the gulf to nail Stormm in the back of the head. The strategy works, Stormm releases the arm, but then Stormm clubs Tyler across the back of the head. He snarls angrily, going to lift Tyler up and applying the Eye of the Stormm as soon as he can, but Tyler flings another elbow, making him back off. Tyler rests by the ropes, shaking his arm out, fighting through the pain. Stormm keeps coming after him like a Terminator, honing in now that he sees a possible weakness to exploit. He walks over to the ropes, attempting to pull Tyler by his bad arm. Tyler breaks the arm grip and pulls Stormm down into a jawbreaker, seamlessly transitioning through into a monkey flip that puts his lower body in between the middle and second rope. Stormm spins around, but Tyler is a pinch too fast and catches him with a dropkick to the face, sending him down to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: The action is spilling outside!

Stormm jumps to his feet, but again he's a bit too slow on the draw and Tyler is able to get the jump by leaping over the top rope and landing a somersault plancha. Stormm drops to his back while Tyler leaps up on the barricade, backflips over, and lands a dropkick to the sternum of the Notorious one. Tyler leans down and picks Stormm up before giving him a shove back into the barricade. He winds up and gives a stinging knife edge chop. The crowd gives a sympathetic "WOOOOOOOO" as the chop resounds like a gunshot. The referee is practically begging both men to get back in the ring. Stormm violently pushes Tyler away, but the Transgressor is too determined to let his opponent get away and charges in with a third chop. Before Tyler can get his fourth or perhaps fifth chop off, Stormm decides to be aggressive and lifts Tyler up in a bearhug position, and then forward momentum takes over as the bigger man dashes them both toward the steel post and slams Tyler Scott between his 250 pound frame and the steel post. Tyler Scott is in agony as he slides down, arching his back. Justin Michaels takes a rest against the apron and listens to Tyler THLUMP against the mats.

Ace Anderson: Now that my friends is a prime example of how not to give a fuck.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm felt enough pain from those chops that he decided he'd be better off taking a chance.

Ace Anderson: He just got tired. He said "OK, I'll give him until five, and then I'm just gonna slam a bitch."

Stormm spins around and takes hold of Tyler's hair, pulling him up to a kneeling position and shifting him sideways into the steel stairs. He keeps hold of the hair and slams him a second time. Tyler tries to grab hold of the apron, but Stormm shows his speed by swatting the hand away and then throwing him again. Stormm rolls back onto the apron and breaks the referee's count before it can get started and then he goes back to Scott. Stormm then grabs Tyler under both arms and pushes him up into the air. He's intending to drop Tyler face first across the steel guardrail, which would probably crush his face as intended, but Tyler doesn't let it happen, wiggling off Stormm's shoulders and giving him a reverse neckbreaker on the way down, a move that makes several people cringe at Stormm's landing on the back of his neck when the move completes. Now, both men are down in the aisle, and the referee has no choice but to count.

1...





2...





3...





4... both men are stirring, but Tyler is trying to roll over onto all fours...





5... Tyler makes it back to a kneeling position. He grabs Michaels by the hair, lifting him up. Tyler brings the bigger man up with him and tries maneuvering him towards the apron.



6...

Tyler rolls Justin into the ring, then takes a breather. But, sensing his window is closing, he goes for a cover.

The referee: ONE...











TWO... KICKOUT!

Tyler slams the mat in frustration. He then walks over to Michael's arms, and stomps on the elbow for good measure, just the way that Stormm was trying to injure his. He applies a Rings of Saturn double armbar, bending both arms back painfully. Stormm writhes, trying desperately to get out of the dangerous and super effective submission hold. Stormm kicks the air with his legs, trying desperately to reach a rope. Almost an entire awful minute passes for Stormm with him relegated in the hold and not able to reach a rope, although he continues to try and scoot his positioning and turn his lower body. At length, he's in a good enough position that he can kick a leg out and put it awkwardly on a bottom rope. Reluctantly, Tyler is forced to release the hold. Tyler shakes his head at with disgust before moving back towards Stormm. He grabs him by the very foot that had placed on the bottom rope and drags him towards the center of the ring, stepping over him and seating himself into position, applying a figure four stump puller!

Jerry Andrews: I think Tyler is trying to make sure there will be no foot on the ropes this time!

Tyler continues to try and pull Stormm’s leg like a chicken wing, but Stormm is refusing to relent. Stormm tries to reach up with one of his arms to take a swipe at Tyler, but he cannot angle his arm to get a proper shot on target. Stormm jerks his head back, colliding with Tyler’s jaw that causes him to instinctively release his hand to clutch his jaw. Stormm’s leg drops to the ground and he quickly gets back to his feet, hobbling slightly from the wrenching that Tyler had put upon it already. Stormm is back on his feet, but Tyler is still on his knees clutching his jaw. Stormm charges at Tyler and jumps into the air, driving the heel of his boot right into the side of Tyler’s head with a running curb stomp. Stormm immediately grips at the leg after he lands, but it was worth it for him because Tyler Scott has been flattened. After grimacing and holding his knee for a few seconds Stormm makes another cover.

The referee: ONE…









TWO…









THRE-NO!!!

Stormm runs his hands through his hair, yet he hardly seems surprised that Tyler had kicked out. He instead lifts up Tyler, grabbing him from the side and attempting to nail him with a lifted reverse STO, but they are both close to the ropes. As Tyler is being lifted up, his arm shoots out to the left and grabs a rope, and as Michaels begins falling back Tyler jerks himself and rotates, performing a complete flip and landing beside Justin Michaels, having flipped out of the Flash Flood and come down at his side. Tyler then continues the backward momentum. In one smooth move Tyler keeps Michaels going down with a Russian legsweep! The crowd goes crazy because they've never seen the Flash Flood countered so innovatively. Tyler Scott capitalizes by pulling Stormm up, hanging on to the wrist, and pulling him in to a RRrrrrrrainmaker clothesline, rocking the champion severely! The crowd is in absolute shock now. Tyler Scott, having expended energy in such a burst, breathes heavily down on the mat while Stormm just blinks his eyes, insensate. Finally, Tyler crawls over for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...







TWO...







THRE - Stormm kicks out!

Tyler doesn't waste time bitching and crying about not getting the three. Instead he gets to his feet and climbs towards the top rope. He turns to look at Stormm before simply jumping forward with both feet directed straight at Stormm’s chest. Stormm rolls towards the turnbuckle at the last moment, barely missing the double foot stomp that Tyler had tried to hit Stormm with. Unsurprisingly, Tyler lands on his feet, the momentum only causes him to take a single step forward.

Tyler looks back with his eyes reaching the furthest corners of his eyes… but he is grabbed from behind roughly and lifted in to be CREAMED with an inverted implant DDT.

Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT!

Ace Anderson: Stormm had the perfect position when Tyler came down and caught his balance after hopping off the top rope.

Jerry Andrews: That's why it is a high risk move.

Stormm makes the cover…

The referee and the crowd: ONE…









TWO...









THREE!!!

NO! NO! TYLER KICKED OUT! TYLER KICKED OUT!

Ace Anderson: Scott is cutting it fine right there, but he kicked out at 2.9!

Stormm clearly looks bewildered by what has just happened as he instinctively pushes himself up onto his knees. Even when he has been grounded by such a forceful move, any wrestler knows that he needs to pick himself up off the mat as quickly as possible. Tyler Scott, therefore, is already up in a seated position. Stormm walks over and angrily pushes him back down with his boot. He gives Tyler a few harsh soccer kicks to the chest. Tyler is still in too much pain to do anything except eat them, wincing in pain as he takes each one. Stormm reaches around, lifting Tyler up by the hair, and then he reaches all the way around to drive in a slap to the face but Tyler intercepts the arm, floating around Stormm and gripping him in a cross-armed German X-plex, followed by throwing him. The crowd is in shock at the swift suplex that now has Stormm reeling. Tyler, grimacing and heaving his chest muscles, tries to will his body to move faster. Stormm is blinking like he doesn't know what just happened. Tyler pushes himself up and Stormm starts rolling to his feet, but he is taken back down by Tyler and Tyler applies a crossface! Oh no! It's clasped on too tight, and Stormm's eyes bug out of his head as Tyler pulls back on the crossface.

Jerry Andrews: He's got it locked in, how long can Stormm survive!

The crowd is loving it, chanting "TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP" exuberantly as the referee asks Stormm if he gives up. Stormm, the look of panic written onto his face, looks over and shakes his head no. Several intense moments go by and Stormm and Tyler are locked in this embrace, Tyler having sweat running down his face from exertion. He yells for Stormm to give up over and over, and Stormm won't. Stormm is actually trying to get out of it, and he's pushed himself up so that he's starting to get to a kneeling position. Tyler, obviously can't keep the full crossface in, it's more like a chinlock at this point, but he hangs on as tenaciously as he can to the bigger man. Stormm finally is able to get to one knee, then shift Tyler over to drop back, squashing the smaller man into the mat with a sidewalk slam and fully breaking the hold. His face beet red, Stormm gasps and spends a few precious seconds on the mat, trying to recover precious spent energy in big gasps, shaking his arm out. Then, he slowly looks over at Tyler Scott, hate and disdain all over his demeanor as he gets to his feet, peeling a winded Tyler off the mat, and crushing him with a quick, over and done spinning Fisherman buster.

Jerry Andrews: There it is, the final nail in the coffin, Stormm nails the Force of Nature.

Ace Anderson: I can't think of many people who've kicked out of this.

Stormm knows that it was his best shot too, he sinks down into a cover with a look of remorseless anger on his face.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...









THREE -

TYLER SCOTT GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES?!

The crowd erupts with boos as Stormm lets out a wicked grin and immediately stands tall, proudly holding his hands up. These boos begin to dissipate and are replaced by cheers as the referee waves him off, and a piqued Stormm turns around to see Tyler Scott’s foot is on the bottom rope! THE FANS ERUPT! Stormm has the referee by the collar and is urging him that the count should have stood. The argument continues and begins to elevate as Stormm threatens the referee with a pointed finger, poking him in the chest. But the referee retorts with a pointed finger of his own, threatening to end this match with disqualification as a result of this disrespect.

Ace Anderson: Don’t lose your head, Stormm, or you're going to turn this into a handicap match between you, Scott and the referee:

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is livid, he thought he had it won and he had retained the North American Title, but Tyler Scott refuses to die!!

All of a sudden, before Stormm can bury himself any further in the referee's eyes Tyler Scott grabs Stormm and plants him with a Snap Reverse STO that leaves Stormm sprawled out across the mat. Tyler wastes no time, other than a couple of seconds to ensure that he doesn’t lose his focus, to grab Stormm and run with him at full force towards the ropes and sends him sailing over the top rope and crashing to the padded concrete below.

Before the referee can count at his slowed speed to two, Tyler Scott inexplicably launches himself over the top rope, taking out Stormm with a Suicide Dive. And now everybody involved in this match is down on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Tyler has gone to great risks before for the sake of his career, but he wants be the North American Champion!

Ace Anderson: He just took them both down out there!

The referee peers out at the fallen Scott and Stormm, who are groaning in pain and don't look to be able to continue. He doesn't see any other option other than to start counting them out.

1!





2!





3!





4!





5!



Tyler Scott is pushing himself back up onto his feet!



6!



He leans against the ring apron with his arms spread out wide.



7!



Hoisting himself onto the ring apron, he rolls under the bottom rope before rolling straight back out again, effectively resetting the count to One. Tyler grabs Stormm and drags him up, lifting him onto his feet and thrusting him into the ring barricade before hitting a Switchblade Superkick to send Stormm down onto the ground.

Jerry Andrews: Switchblade Superkick on the outside!!

Ace Anderson: Yes, but they need to finish this in the ring! In the ring!!

Jerry Andrews: These two men have gone to war tonight, they've had the North American championship as their highest honor, I think they're just slugging it out to the finish now.



2!







3!



Tyler goes right back on the offensive, lifting Stormm onto his feet before ramming him into the ring apron this time!



4!



Tyler delivers a shoulder thrust to Stormm, but Stormm grabs Tyler by the back of the head before slamming it into the nearby steel ring post. Tyler drops to the ground, clutching his forehead in agony.



5!



Stormm lifts Tyler back onto his feet and waste little time in inflicting even more punishment with the steel ring post as the centrepiece for the carnage. A literal Spinebuster into the solid post is enough to practically shatter the vertebrae in Tyler’s spine!



6!







7!



Stormm catches his breath for a moment as Tyler struggles to get back to his feet, knowing that he absolutely MUST get back into the ring any second now.



8!



Stormm is scrambling back towards the apron but he finds himself rooted and not able to make the short burst and he doesn't know why until he looks down and sees a weak Tyler Scott holding on to his leg for dear life. Stormm yells at him and asks him what the hell he's doing. Tyler, still recovering from meeting the steel, hangs on with all the tenacity he can muster.



9!



Stormm turns and begins clubbing Tyler over the back, trying to lift him up to his feet and shove him away, but Tyler hangs on to the leg. The referee gives them one last chance, but the two of them still haven't even made it to the apron. The referee calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: As a result of neither man being able to answer a ten-count, this match has been ruled... A DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!!

Jerry Andrews: The animosity between Scott and Stormm grew too much over the course of this match, neither man gave an inch and they weren't willing to let the other one go on the outside.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but that sucks for Tyler Scott, he had to win by pinfall or submission!

Sasha Greene: As the result of the double count-out, STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

Both men had taken a time out on their wrestling and grappling with each other to hear the verdict, and at first both men were frustrated and disappointed, until Stormm heard the result that he was still champion, and then his face lights up in a big grin and he raises his arms as if he had gotten an untainted victory. He grins smugly, saying he's the best. And then, Tyler Scott, not able to take any more, tackles him by the mid-section with a double leg takedown and throws him into the aisle. The two adversaries continue rolling around, Tyler Scott throwing more effective punches, his face red in a rage at this decision. The referee orders the bell rung again and again. Tyler and Stormm are still going at each other when producers and backstage workers come running down to try and separate each man.

Winner: Double Count Out

Jerry Andrews: This has erupted into pure bedlam here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Wherever Notorious goes, they create controversy. You know that.

Jerry Andrews: True, but while we did get controversy, we didn't get a clear answer of who the better man was tonight, and you know that has to eat at both of them, on a different level.

Stormm and Tyler Scott are hauled apart, but they're still kicking and spitting curses at each other as the officials are trying to make them walk in the opposite directions.

Jerry Andrews: All I know is, this clearly means a rematch must happen and they have to get some closure.

As the scene gets reset at ringside, the camera focuses on the announce team.

Jerry Andrews: We've seen some incredible action here tonight, but now it's time for our main event.

Ace Anderson: This is it! Kyle Shane, now actually in possession of the PCW World Championship, facing off against former multi-time champion, Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Remember, Grimm was never pinned or made to submit when he lost the world title. Seromine pinned Whitey Ford in a triple threat match to become champion.

Ace Anderson: And then Kyle Shane beat Seromine. I feel like both Grimm and Shane believe they have something to prove here tonight.

Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW World Title!

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.

Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs Two-hundred and seventeen pounds, GRIMM!

Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of the Hangtown Horror.

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

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

Go back to sleep.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Sasha Greene: 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. Kyle snaps the collar to his NCR Ranger duster upward. 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.

Sasha Greene: From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs Two-hundred and eighteen pounds and is the PCW World Champion, KYLE SHANE!

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 duster and stretches a few times to get ready.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship
Singles Match
Kyle Shane (World ©) vs Grimm
Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!
DING!
DING!

Neither man moves in immediately as the bell sounds. The pale blue expression of Grimm is deadlocked with the fiercely determined Kyle Shane. They have met twice before with the challenger in tonight’s contest notching victories in both. There was no World Title on the line then. There is now, and Kyle Shane is prepared to do whatever it takes to retain his championship. Which tonight means beating the ghost of matches past. The crowd is electric and already breaking off into a 70/30 split in favor of the champion. With that in mind…

They circle.

Jerry Andrews: You can feel the electricity in the air here right now.

Grimm sizes Kyle up. The Hangtown Horror is being studied like a book. They inch closer and closer to a grapple. Grimm lunges in. Kyle scores with a sudden spinning back kick! It doubles him over while knocking some wind out of his sails. Kyle hits the ropes at the speed of a cruiserweight. Leaping into the air for a curb stomp brings him down to a jarring miss. Grimm instinctively lifts his head out of the way. Phinehas swings like the mighty Casey Jones in mid-arc. Kyle avoids the lariat’s contact. Grimm spins into a series of open hand strikes to the face. They come at such a fast clip that he is unable to protect himself.

Kyle rotates his body, scoring with a spinning back fist to the jaw. With Grimm propped on the ropes, Kyle hits another burst of adrenaline. With a flip of the hips he is off to the ropes again. He scores with an EMBLEM HEARTLESS on the return, knocking Grimm silly and putting him on his ass outside of the ring, following a spinning departure over the top rope! Grimm checks his facial features to make sure they are where they are supposed to be once on his feet. Just as he snaps his head around, Kyle is on him like a dart to the board, thrusting him backwards into the rail with a barrel roll suicide dive! Shane gets him a fistful of that ginger beard of Grimm’s. He irish whips him into the steel ring steps just a few feet near. Grimm cracks his back into the edge, which lowers him to a knee. Kyle has one more bit of offense before he re-enters the ring. A running dropkick to the shoulders. The force shoves Grimm right back into those steps and this time puts him on all fours. Kyle whips the crowd into a frenzy as he beats the count.

Jerry Andrews: What a fast start here for the God of Game! Kyle Shane is beyond determined to show that he CAN put down Phinehas Grimm.

Ace Anderson: This isn’t a video game where you can change the difficulty setting, Andrews. Grimm is a ring veteran and former multi-time World Champion. He’s done it all in PCW. Including beat---

Kyle Shane, not wanting any part of a count-out victory, rolls through the ropes to collect his opponent. He quickly dumps him inside and is there before Grimm can even think of getting out of trouble. Grimm is run into the corner head first. One, two, three times. He’s turned around and dealt the same number in stinging knife edge chops. Grimm covers his reddened chest the best he can. He resists an Irish whip attempt. Kyle hits him with a European uppercut. The next whip attempt is actually reversed. Kyle leaps to the middle ropes, somersaulting over an incoming Phinehas Grimm. Realizing the situation unfolding, Grimm throws himself out of the way. Kyle collides with the turnbuckles. Grimm spins on a heel to deliver a crushing clothesline. Or not! Kyle intercepts the meat hook. He springs off the ropes to turn both of them around, only the champion scores with a double-knee armbreaker!

Grimm quickly departs before anything else can happen. He shakes out his right arm. His intense cold stare only grows to more hair raising lengths (if that’s possible). Phinehas strokes his beard. There is noise behind him from unruly front row fans, but he has no time for their childish chatter. Even if he did, it’s Grimm. He doesn’t get distracted. Now with the pace slowed down, perhaps the challenger can get things back on track. Grimm takes his time in returning inside. He cracks his neck like one would their knuckles, drawing some audible groans from those disgusted. The hard hitting brawler from Hangtown, Kentucky surveys the situation. Shane remains stoic for his part, once more wanting to keep any potential for mistake to a bare minimum. If Grimm gets ahold you, you’ll wish he hadn’t. You don’t want to be fed to Grimm. It doesn’t end well.

He “acts” like he is going for a grapple. Instinctively Kyle Shane grabs the right arm of Phinehas to prevent it. Grimm brings a knee to the midsection, surprising Kyle who was beginning to look as if he were going to work the arm over some more. Grimm raises his knee to score with a knee lift to his face. The cold and calculating Phinehas Grimm gives him a nasty boot to the temple for his troubles. Shane is pulled up. Grimm chops him in the Adam's apple. Kyle gasps for air as he backs into the ropes. Phinehas moves in, but has to absorb several boots to the mid-section as he does. Grimm throws a haymaker. Shane spins out of the way. With Phinehas hung in the ropes, Kyle shakes off the disorientation. Kyle once more shows off his speed. Grimm’s right arm is violently ripped down as Kyle drops to the floor. Grimm writhes in pain as he clutches his bicep.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle is looking to take away some of that striking power!

Quick as a hiccup, the champion is already launching mid-air! This time he DOES get a form of a curb stomp. Only he doesn’t attack Grimm’s head. He crunches that worked over right arm into the mat by bringing his weight down on the shoulder. Phinehas slides under the bottom rope as he favors that arm. With a grimace on his face, he moves as far away from the ring as he possibly can. He tries massaging some feeling back into the limb, but NEVER takes his eyes off of where Kyle Shane is at any point. Grimm uses the referee’s count to buy himself some time, returning between eight and nine. Kyle is laser focused on that right arm. Grimm’s stance comes from the left. Kyle charges, but stops far short of making contact. Grimm bull rushes him with a shoulder tackle, putting him down for a seat. It catches Kyle off guard.

Grimm follows with a teeth re-arranging shining wizard. The one armed ground and pound ensues from there. Kyle frantically tries to halt the onslaught. He is able to deflect some of the shots from hitting their mark, but not enough of them to matter. When Grimm is back onto his feet he makes sure to deliver some well placed kicks to the ribs. Kyle is halted from rolling out of the ring, stopped halfway in his quest. Grimm fish hooks him to the center. His right arm is still cradled against his body. Grimm’s next stomp is blocked. Kyle muscles his left foot in the air, keeping his leg bent. No problem. Grimm stomps his guts out with the right. Phinehas doesn’t give him the luxury of breathing air. Kyle is sent HARD into the corner. His back goes crack and his face follows by going splat. Grimm walks over. Kyle is picked by by one hand and shoved backwards. Grimm viciously strangles him in the corner, making sure to give Kyle an up close view of his stormy irises while he does this.

Jerry Andrews: The referee better make sure Grimm isn’t attempting murder!

Kyle Shane: Hey! He has until the count of five to choke the very life out of the champion.

Grimm relinquishes just a hair under the legal count. But he’s not done. Grimm steps onto the middle ropes. Leaning Kyle’s head back, Grimm gives him an unnerving smile. It’s not a sight you ever want to greet you. He rains down with headbutt after headbutt. Five in total. The crowd had been counting along, but that isn’t why he stopped. Kyle is slumped in the corner after Grimm steps away. If not for the ring ropes, he would be down. Phinehas shakes his right arm out while he has a chance, making sure to get some feeling back into it. The referee scurries out of the way as he moves in on the God of Game. Kyle is avalanched in the corner, but Grimm didn’t get quite enough. So he backs up, never turning his focus for even a split second. Grimm patiently waits. Counting down the seconds Kyle has left to think about how he is going to get destroyed. Here comes the crimson freight train!

Kyle quickly moves out of the way! Grimm stumbles away from the corner. He clings to his chest after that kind of impact. The roaring cheers of the fans power Kyle Shane through the punishment that had been inflicted. Kyle hooks his neck from behind, pulling Grimm across the ropes with a modified tarantula stretch with a necklock! It’s a hope spot for Kyle Shane, but one that seems to be working. Grimm looks for any way that he can to get loose, but no opportunity is there for it. Kyle eventually is made to release Grimm from his plight. While Phinehas is down, Kyle is afforded a window to get his wits about. He slides back into the ring. Grimm is pulled into a vertical suplex. Kyle turns the hips looking for the second of the trilogy. Grimm is having none of that. Sequels are largely not as good as the original. He surprises Kyle with a jawbreaker after catching him in the abdomen with a left hook.

Kyle is whipped into a drop toe hold. His fall crashes him face first with a sickening thud into the bottom turnbuckle. Grimm turns him around so that his head rests on it like it were a pillow. He hits the ropes and on the return, paintbrushes him across the face with a running boot. Kyle’s head hangs lifelessly over the rope. Grimm slowly peels him back. He props him in the corner now. A bell clap keeps him stunned. Grimm puts him on the top turnbuckle. He then moves back and studies the hurting champion. What follows is nothing fancy. Just an aggressive shove to send Kyle Shane cartwheeling to the floor below. Grimm appears pleased with the nasty landing he took. Grimm steps to the outside of the ring to go collect his prey. Kyle shows his resilience by peppering shot after after shot to the body. A quick (and illegal) gouging of the eyes halts all of that goodwill. Grimm hooks his previously worked over right arm around the neck of Kyle. Battering ram into the ring steps! Ouch. The top half of the steel finds itself upside down following the attack.

Jerry Andrews: oh my god! Did you hear that?!

The further downside to this for Kyle is his face is laying on the flat surface of the bottom half. Grimm breaks the referee’s count, constituting a restart of the count. The boo birds come out in full force. Grimm surveys the situation. Kyle is pulled to his feet by his ears. Grimm takes the quickest of seconds to check their positions. Kyle wants a suplex? He’s going to get one. Grimm powers him with a stalling vertical. He’s one fall back away from driving Kyle spine first into the base of the ring steps. Kyle starts to bicycle his legs! Grimm puts him back down. Only to LEVEL him with a decapitating clothesline. The champion is shoved back inside of the ring with the challenger close behind.

Whip to the corner brings Kyle staggering out. Grimm has thrown himself into the ropes. SPEAR! No! Kyle counters into a sudden DDT! Both men are down!! LET’S GO KYLE! LET’S GO KYLE! LET’S GO KYLE! The faithful yell in unison. Their cheers worked before, so why not chants? It seems to be working. Kyle’s body, like a machine, starts to power back on. Hurting or not, he is finding that second wind to put down the equally tough challenge of Phinehas Grimm! By six they are slowly getting up. At seven they are up. A slugfest breaks out! Grimm swings. Kyle bobs out of the way, sticking Grimm with a flurry. He weaves away from another, scoring with body blows.

Grimm returns with a sudden forearm smash to Kyle’s face, knocking him against the ropes. Kyle bounces off of them. SHORYUKEN!! Grimm is knocked into the air with the sudden 180 degree uppercut, catching him by complete surprise!! Grimm favors his jaw while down on his back. Kyle double stomps him in the midsection. Grimm goes fetal, only to be ripped onto his feet. He’s ran face first into all four of the top turnbuckles. A dazed Phinehas now tastes a double arm DDT. Kyle floats over to a pin attempt.

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Grimm kicks out! Kyle wraps his arms around the waist. He powers Grimm up in order to turn it into a belly-to-back suplex. Kyle barrel rolls to the corner. He motions to the crowd. Energized by their reception. Kyle picks his spot on Phinehas Grimm. Leg drop bulldog! NO—Grimm turns it around into a powerbomb!! Both men are down a second time. Kyle clings to the back of his head, kicking at the mat. Grimm drags himself to the ropes. They are used to pull himself up. Phinehas seizes the advantage he has. Savate kick! Grimm leans down to collect Kyle Shane. With a handful of his hair he runs him to a corner. Kyle blocks it with his foot! Grimm’s face meets that foot! Kyle leaps on the rope. Grimm buries a forearm into his kidneys. Kyle is partially spun around on the rope thanks to Grimm using the top rope to keep him from falling backwards.

He seats himself on the top. Kyle’s head and neck are cranked under the left arm. Grimm spins around and in a sea of boos hits

Ace Anderson: The Harvest!! Grimm is about to win the title! Game over, Kyle. Game OVER!!

Grimm rolls into a pin with the legs hooked…

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3!!!

KYLE’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! KYLE FUCKING SHANE IS STILL ALIVE!!!

The hearts of the faithful rise from the depths of bottom like the mighty kraken once they realize what just happened! Grimm is told of this, having thought he had just became World Champion once more. The referee frantically points out that Kyle managed to get a foot on the ropes. Phinehas looks with wide-eyed horror. There is a fringe of emotion wanting to burst out, but Grimm doesn’t allow that to happen. Kyle somehow manages to roll him out of the ring while Grimm regroups.

Jerry Andrews: The heart of the champion still beats!

Phinehas rolls himself out. He returns Kyle into the ring by mid-count. Grimm clobbers him with a running knee lift. Kyle drops to his hands and knees, but not down. A running back elbow changes that. Grimm goes for the pin.

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2!--KICKOUT

Kyle kicks out at two-and-a-half. Grimm’s frustration starts to bubble to the surface. Kyle is whipped in the corner. Grimm charges in only to eat a boot. A second charge nets him both boots! Stunned, but undeterred, he comes charging a third time. Kyle ole’s him like a mad bull to the cape. Grimm collides sternum first! Kyle spins him around for a trio of suplexes! An additional one is tacked on in the form of a brainbuster! Kyle stays on is back long enough to find that extra life. He kips up! Grimm is knocked down over and over with a series of clotheslines. A kick to the midsection nets a successful leg drop bulldog! Grimm sits upright long enough to fall back down into the mat for his troubles.

Kyle moves him closer to the corner. He flips him onto his back before going up top. Fans rise with their camera phones ready. There is slight hesitation about the aerial. Fuck it! Kyle takes the leap of faith…

He barrel rolls over Grimm. Kyle was expecting something from him and sure enough, Grimm has his knees in the air. Kyle returns to his feet. He plows Grimm into the corner with a running dropkick. The Hangtown Horror collides with a whiplash. Kyle hits the far corner. He returns with a dropkick to the face! Grimm is whipped to the ropes. Kyle pops him in the air...LIGHT ARROW! NO! GRIMM CATCHES HIS LEG! The damage is minimized. Kyle is spun around and dropped face first. Grimm hooks him in a lifting wheelbarrow.

Ace Anderson: FODDERSHOCK!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle COUNTERS!!

Shane turns it around into a rolling prawn hold. He has Grimm rolled up!!

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2!!

3!!! - KICKOUT!

The fans explosion of cheers dissipates into agony as Phinehas manages to beat the three count. Kyle has to push away his own shock. Both are up on their feet. VATS! NO! Grimm lowers himself to avoid the finishing blow. Kyle is shoved into the ropes. Grimm waistlocks him from behind. Kyle throws his elbows to counter around. NOCTURNE OF SHADOWS!! Kyle drags Grimm away. Here’s the pin!

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2!

3---NO!!

Grimm lifts the right shoulder up, which earlier had been targeted. Both Kyle Shane and Pepperidge Farms remembers. Like a bolt of lightning, Kyle traps that right shoulder. He maneuvers Grimm into his OLD WORLD BLUES submission! Kyle has Grimm stuck dead center in the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is trapped with nowhere to go!

Phinehas is heard yelling in agony as Kyle demands his submission. The referee is there to make the call. Grimm tries everything he can to move around, but Kyle has it locked in good and tight. Every ounce of punishment he had taken doesn’t matter in this moment. An ice bath will help that later. Kyle Shane walked into Mass Destruction World Champion, and god damnit, he intends on leaving the same! Grimm has his left arm hovering off the mat. Kyle continues to pump in more and more tension to force the tap out. Grimm hangs in there with a high tolerance of pain, but for how much longer??

Out of nowhere he rolls Kyle into an awkward looking pin!!

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Kyle moves returns him back into the submission. GRIMM DISLOCATES HIS OWN God damn ARM!! Kyle jerks to the side. The champ is put off by the sight! Grimm rolls out of the ring as fast as he can. The referee has to stop Kyle from going after him, which of course, doesn’t endure him to the crowd one bit. Medics race down to check on Grimm. He shoves them the hell away. Kyle felt like he had Grimm ready to tap out, but like everyone else, was not expecting THAT length to force a break. Grimm roars as loud as he can as he pops it back into place. He does so out of Kyle’s line of sight. The main damage may have been done thanks to the submission attempt. The referee exits to check on the challengers well being. Kyle is cautious about all of this, and elects not to proceed…

The hell he doesn’t! Kyle leaves the ring. The moment feet hit floor, Grimm is there to SPEAR him right into the ring apron from the left side. Kyle finds himself being one armed whipped into the railing. Grimm somehow muscles him into a back body drop! Only Kyle hits a combination of ropes and ring apron with a nasty collision. His head and neck are deposited at an awkward bend on the floor. The champion is rolled back into the ring. Grimm slowly pulls himself across for a pin.

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3---KICKOUT! Grimm glowers at the referee with a stare as cold as the night is long. That gaze follows to Kyle Shane, who continues to make things tougher and tougher on the legendary boogeyman. With his left hand, Grimm forces Kyle Shane to his feet. He swings him into the corner. Reversed. Kyle explodes with a charge. Grimm BURIES a spectacular headbutt between his eyes. He doesn’t relent. DEAD RECKONING calls for several more. Down, beaten, battered, and out, Kyle Shane is left with traces of blood pooling out of a now open wound. In no better shape is Phinehas Grimm. He vigorously works to get his right arm back into some sort of working order. With not a second to be wasted or effort missed, he...climbs to the top rope? Diving headbutt to the heart! Grimm hooks a leg!

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3!! NO NO NO! Kyle Shane has his hand clutching the bottom rope!! Grimm was milliseconds away from victory, but Kyle played the ring awareness card.

Jerry Andrews: What a performance from both of these men! Kyle Shane just wants to win, baby, and by god he is going to make Grimm EARN this victory...something he felt like Grimm didn’t do to get this opportunity.

Ace Anderson: Grimm may have to kill him in order to take the title…

Phinehas takes the left hand of Kyle Shane off of the ropes. Once he has it flat on the mat, he starts to stomp a mud-hole on it. He then manipulates the fingers in a way that’ll make you cringe, making sure to have them bent before those as well get a stomp. It’s enough to make one think Kyle just had them broken (he didn’t, but he sure sells the hell out of it). Blood stains where Kyle lays. A crimson mask concealing his youthful features. Grimm drags Kyle to the middle of the ring. He leaves him on his hands and knees before hitting the ropes. Knee trembler! Kyle sees stars following the shot to his temple. Grimm rolls him onto his back and with a hook of the legs…

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2!

3!!

KYLE GETS AN ARM UP!!

Jerry Andrews (yelling): HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!

THIS IS AWESOME chants break out. Grimm tugs at his beard. Agitation setting in. Kyle Shane, a bloodied mess, somehow, someway, just will not Icemann...die! Kyle Shane just will not die! Grimm rises to his feet with Kyle in toe. He sends him to the ropes. A lariat is ducked. A second is as well. On the third swing, Grimm traps him with a sleeper... BUT KYLE SPINS HIMSELF INTO A GODDESS WHITE SWORD COUNTER!! Kyle reaches deep inside to put Grimm down with a pele kick! Kyle falls onto his back. He wipes the blood off of his face. He allows himself a brief respite.

KYLE! KYLE! KYLE!

He found an extra life, earlier. Well consider this a fucking continue! Kyle Shane fires UP! Grimm is yanked by the beard. Sitout facebuster! Kyle rolls Grimm over for his own pin attempt!

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2!

3---NOT THIS TIME EITHER!

Kyle runs his fingers through his hair. With teeth gritting determination, he returns to his feet. Grimm finds his right arm being bent behind his back. He is bodyslammed right onto it! Kyle makes sure to keep it trapped there. With a renewed sense of energy, he goes up top. There is no hesitation…

ONE FOR MY BABY HITS!

Kyle Shane nails a picture perfect corkscrew shooting star press like a comet coming down to earth. The fans count along as Kyle frantically has Grimm covered!

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2!!

3!!

Grimm KICKS OUT!!

Kyle tries again!

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3---NOPE!

Kyle pounds the mat in frustration. But he knows he can’t lose focus. Grimm is maneuvered into the corner. A pair of knife edge chops for good measure are delivered. Grimm is sent across. No! He reverses and sends Kyle back a short distance to the current corner. Grimm runs through his midsection with a spear! Kyle doubles over...and into the awaiting lock of Grimm. Phinehas wisely chooses the left side once more. THE HARVEST...is BLOCKED! Kyle frees his head and propels Grimm backwards. Kyle catches Grimm getting to his feet...VATS!!

NO! Grimm ducks under it for the second time. Kyle finds himself being thrown into the corner. Grimm charges in. Kyle moves out of the way as Grimm drives his right arm into the ring post!! He backs away from the scene of the crime favoring it. When he turns around...VATS!! Kyle Shane absolutely buries his roundhouse spin kick to the left temple of Grimm, effectively turning the lights out in Hangtown. Phinehas is pulled to the center of the ring. Kyle Shane collapses over him as if his last ounce of energy was charged though that thunderous finisher. The ref drops down and makes the count…

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3!!!

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GRIMM GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!!

Only he DOESN’T! Grimm is down, out, and defeated. The referee calls for the bell as Kyle Shane has FINALLY put an end to this marathon of a World Title match and effectively exercised his ghost.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match and STILL PCW World Champion, Kyle Shane!

As Circa Survive mixes with the loud cheers for the winner, Kyle Shane slowly becomes aware that he has won the match. The referee raises his hand and awards him his title. His face cracks in a relieved and exuberant smile. Some may have doubted or wondered if he could beat Phinehas Grimm. It may have taken a third try, but Kyle Shane can say he DID. The pain and fatigue become secondary as a bloodied Kyle Shane triumphantly holds the title over his shoulder. For everything he had to put up with between November and now, the God of Game finally stands victorious in his first title defense!

Winner: Kyle Shane via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane stands tall as champion! Ladies and gentlemen, that was Mass Destruction VIII! We will see you again very soon. Good night!

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