Living a Legacy X Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Living a Legacy X
Sunday June 10, 2018

The Pure Class Arena explodes with the roar of the crowd as Living a Legacy X hits the airwaves on the PCW Network to the sounds of "Knocking At The Door" by Arkells.

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

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the TENTH edition of Living a Legacy! Tonight, we have a HUGE event planned, including the semifinals and final of the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

Ace Anderson: I'm Ace Anderson and, I am so excited for tonight! Live tonight, only on the PCW Network, you're going to see four hours of huge matches! As my broadcast partner mentioned, the Icemann Invitational Tournament will have a winner tonight PLUS Justin Michaels defends the PCW North American Title against Stacy Jones, Kyle Shane puts the PCW World Title on the line against Tyler Scott, and much more!

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

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

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

The lights dim in the arena and the opening drum beats of A Warrior's Call begins to play with strobe lights synced up. The crowd stands as the opening guitar riffs begin playing. The first words of the song -"Let's get ready to rumble!"- scream out of the speakers as Monster's huge frame steps out onto the stage. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of the big man. He raises an arm into the air and then brings it down as he begins throwing both arms down to his sides hard, warming up like a MMA fighter would before a fight. Monster begins shadow boxing in sync with the song and begins his descent down the ramp high-fiving and bumping fists with the fans along the way. The words "Feel the power of a warrior" play and some in the crowd begin chanting the next part of the song.

Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Let's get ready to rumble!"

Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Monster throws his arms in the air each time they chant the word "fight", pumping them up more. Monster finishes ringside and walks the steps up to the ring. Without even grabbing the top rope, he throws one huge leg over and repeats with the other, effortlessly stepping over the ropes and into the ring. Monster immediately heads to the opposite side of the ring and throws his arms in the air just as the song is coming to the next chorus. Monster pumps his arms in the air in sync with the chanting crowd.

"Feel the power of a warrior!"

Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Let's get ready to rumble!"

Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"A gladiator's left-hand hook!"

Fans: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Singles Match
Arsen Goodstone vs Darren "Monster" Silvaira
Referee: Ty Little

Goodstone approaches Silvaira only to stop just before being inside of his 'personal space.' He says some words, which can only be guessed to be promised threats with an underlying apologetic tone, before setting his tophat at their feet and turning his back on them...waiting. Looking over his shoulder at his opponent for a few moments, he simply walks to his corner and turns back, waiting for the ring bell to ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be an interesting match. Both of these guys are relative newcomers to PCW, but they’ve had impressive runs so far.

Ace Anderson: That’s right! Both Arsen and Darren have performed well in the singles matches they’ve been booked in and, of course, Silvaria won the Last Chance Battle Royal in dominant fashion.

The two men circle as the bell rings. Goodstone pauses and he reaches his hand out to offer Silvaria a handshake. The Monster hesitates for a moment and then accepts. As soon as he does, Goodstone kicks him right in the midsection.

Ace Anderson: Silvaria got suckered into that one!

Jerry Andrews: Arsen Goodstone is a nasty man! He’s not one to be trusted.

Ace Anderson: But’s a smart one too! Now he has the upperhand in this match!

After a couple more kicks, Goodstone backs Silvaria into the corner where he unloads on him with a series of strikes and forearms. Goodstone pulls his opponent out of the corner, but Silvaria overpowers him, pulls him up, and hits a HUGE powerslam. He goes for a quick cover:

1…

2…

Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: A kickout by Arsen Goodstone, but what power by the Monster.

Ace Anderson: This guy is freakishly strong. Goodstone is not a small man and Silvaria just overpowered him with ease!

Silvaria gets to his feet and Goodstone uses the ropes to pull himself up as well. Locking up, the two men start to jockey for position. After a few minutes, Goodstone sends Silvaria down using a back elbow. Goodstone backs up and waits for his opponent to rise. When he does, he charges and hits him with a big knee to the stomach. He pulls Silvaria up, but the Monster shoves him backwards. He then runs at Goodstone and hits a huge running boot!

Ace Anderson: He almost took his head off there!

Jerry Andrews: A cover!

1....

2....

Ace Anderson: Goodstone got his shoulder up!!!

Jerry Andrews: I think Silvaria is going to need to do more to win this match.

Ace Anderson: Don't let him hear you say that!

The Monster pulls Goodstone up, but Goodstone hits him with a thrust to the throat. He then clotheslines Silvaria down to the mat. The referee admonishes Goodstone, but it doesn’t look like he’s listening at all.

Bouncing off the ropes, Goodstone attempts an elbow drop but Silvaria moves out of the way. Getting up slowly, Silvaria picks up Goodstone and delivers a hard bodyslam. He then pulls him up and hits a powerslam. He goes for a cover….

Jerry Andrew: Arsen Goodstone kicks out at two!

As both superstars get up slowly, Goodstone grabs Silvaria and whips him to the ropes but Silvaria counters and he nails Goodstone with a big knee strike to the stomach!

Ace Anderson: Now that had to hurt!

The Monster pulls his opponent up and throws him into the corner. He then unloads on him with a series of strikes before pulling him up and dropping him with a suplex. Silvaria bends down to pull Goodstone up, but he’s greeted with a thumb to the eye!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ace Anderson: Hey, now Goodstone can give himself time to gain his composure a bit.

Goodstone measures Silvaria and sends him back down with a back elbow and begins to lay in the boots. Mounting Silvaria, Goodstone begins to lay in some vicious right hands to Silvaria head. Bouncing off the ropes, Goodstone nails Silvaria with a vicious elbow drop. Bringing Silvaria to the outside, Goodstone kicks Silvaria in the gut and follows it up with a bulldog on the outside! Picking up Silvaria, Goodstone throws him back into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Arsen has got the upper hand now!

Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Goodstone picks Silvaria up and delivers a body slam. He then picks up Silvaria again and nails him with a neckbreaker. Going behind Silvaria, Goodstone delivers a devastating German suplex!

Jerry Andrews: What a move by Goodstone! Silvaria has got to be out here!

Ace Anderson: Here's the cover...

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2.....



Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Silvaria!

Ace Anderson: Man that was close!

Helping Silvaria to his feet again, Goodstone backs him into a corner and starts to lay in some brutal shoulder blocks into Silvaria stomach. Whipping Silvaria to the opposite side, Goodstone looks for a clothesline, but The Monster reverses it and attempts a clothesline of his own. Goodstone ducks and as he comes back he runs into another big knee strike.

Jerry Andrews: Silvaria is starting to come back here.

Getting up quickly, Monster whips Goodstone to the ropes and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Picking him up again, Silvaria delivers a belly to belly suplex. Riving in pain, the referee goes to check on Goodstone.

Jerry Andrews: Darren Silvaria is just so huge and powerful, he can turn a match around in one move!

The Monster sets Goodstone up and he connects with a Monstrous Powerbomb! Getting his arm over Goodstone, the referee makes the count.

1.....



2......



Jerry Andrews: No! Goodstone gets his foot on the rope!

Ace Anderson: How did he survive that!?

The Monster stands up and confirms the count with the referee. Goodstone uses the distraction and nails Silvaria with a low blow. Falling down to his knees, Goodstone gives Silvaria a stiff kick to the head.

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone has never met a cheapshot he hasn’t liked.

Goodstone reaches down to pull his opponent up, but the Monster slugs him with a big right hand. He then gets up and powerslams Goodstone suddenly and swiftly. A cover follows:


1....


2......

Ace Anderson: No! Close but no cigar!

The Monster pulls his opponent up once again. He throws him hard into the corner and follows him in. When he does, Goodstone gets his feet up and kicks the Monster right in the face. Goodstone then charges out of the corner and he hits a running knee to Silvaria’s midsection. Goodstone tries to set him up, but Silvaria powers through and he shoves Goodstone away. He then hits him with another big running boot!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Ace Anderson: That could have knocked Goodstone out!

Jerry Andrews: A cover! The referee is counting.

1.....



2.....



NO!

Jerry Andrews: Goodstone kicked out!

Silvaria gets up and drags Goodstone to the turnbuckle. He looks to slam Arsen's face into the corner, but Goodstone nails Silvaria in the gut with a knee and then sends the Monster into the buckle instead. Silvaria stumbles towards the middle of the ring and Goodstone sends him to the canvas with a big DDT. Goodstone goes for an elbow drop, but the Monster avoids it. He rises to his feet, pulls Arsen Goodstone up and delivers a crushing Oklahoma Slam!

Ace Anderson: That looked painful!

Jerry Andrews: Everything Monster does looks painful!

Monster pulls Arsen up and he wraps both of his huge hands around his neck. He then picks him up off the ground, and then chokeslams him down with one hand.

Jerry Andrews: Monstrous Chokeslam!!!

Silvaria slams both of his hands down on Goodstone’s chest for the pin.


1…

2….

3!!!

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match... Darren "Monster" Silvaira

The scene switches. Cameras catch up to Razor Blade in the back, chatting with a fan and signing an autograph, when Stacy Jones and her newfound muscle-bound henchman. The fan finishes up with Razor and rushes over to Stacy, asking for her autograph as well. The big man's mitt of a right hand envelopes the young fans face and, with the slightest of a shove, sends the young man sprawling.

Razor: Hey!

He is on his feet in the blink of an eye, fists clenched and he eyes locked on the big man.

Razor: Say you're sorry....

Stacy and her henchman exchange a glance before she laughs. He just stares at the long hair, his jaw, and fists, clenched.

Holden: You're damn sorry....a sorry excuse for a wrestler.

The mountain of muscle turns to Stacy and the duo take their leave while Razor helps the young man to his feet.

Razor: I'll make him pay for that.

He claps the fan on the back of his right shoulder as the scene fades back to the ring

Jerry Andrews: Well, folks. It's Icemann Invitational Tournament time!

Ace Anderson: I can't wait to find out who will make the final!

Jerry Andrews: As you know, we began this tournament on a sad note, as we tragically lost "The Icemann" Luis Malave earlier this year. However, the tournament went on as a tribute to The Icemann and it has turned out to be one of the most star-studded and exciting Icemann Invitational Tournaments in PCW history!

Ace Anderson: And what a final four we have! None of these competitors have ever won the title before, so we're going to see a first-time winner tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Who will become the tenth winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament and join the illustrious ranks of you, my friend, Ace Anderson, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, Mike Park, Kaijin Shinryu, Ace Anderson - again....

Ace Anderson: That's right!!!

Jerry Andrews: ... Murdoc, Non Compos Mentis, Dan Fierce, and our current World Champion Kyle Shane?

Ace Anderson: We're about to find out the who the first competitor to make the final will be in an absolutely epic match-up.

Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful have been dreaming about this match for a while now, and it's going to happen in just a few minutes. Prepare yourselves for Grimm versus Dominator!

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 229 April 12, 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match Grimm vs Wasp Grimm pulls a lifeless and bloodied Wasp up, walking him over and he slams Wasp's head off the turnbuckle. Grimm slaps Wasp in the chest several times with a series of chops. Finally, he grips Wasp in a facelock, and starts pulling himself up to stand on the second turnbuckle. Wasp has stopped moving about two minutes ago. The visual of Grimm, holding Wasp's head under his arm as he stands on the turnbuckle, a rivulet of blood running down his eyebrow, is memorable and cameras go off, but Grimm is relentless and wastes no more time than neccessary to get up and then fling himself off, taking them both down and spiking Wasp directly into the mat with a tornado DDT. Wasp twitches, and then no more. Grimm rolls him over. Jerry Andrews: A Harvest seals the end of this match. Ace Anderson: Yeah, Wasp did what he could, but Grimm came back from Mass Destruction with a purpose. The referee: One... Two... Three!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round... GRIMM!!! Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship Dominator (Underground 🤴) vs Arica "Trouble" Lewitt While Dominator is thus distracted by the referee Trouble has gathered her wits a little bit, and when he bends down to lift the limp form of Arica Lewitt, that tricky Trouble manages to gouge Dominator in the eyes before kicking him in the kneecap.. Trouble gets to her feet, and while a groaning Dominator in on one knee she hits a running flatliner! The crowd boos Trouble reaches her feet, where she picks up the steel chair and places it across the chest of Dominator. Trouble runs and bounces off the far side where she gains a full head of steam before delivering a rolling thunder on top of the steel chair! Dominator rolls off to one side, contorting and holding his sides. Jerry Andrews: Trouble might have just broken Dominator’s ribs! Feeling it now, Trouble shoots to her feet and begins playing to the crowd. Horatio Mortimer, standing on the outside, suddenly gets closer and begins pointing and shouting at her. Trouble gets closer to the ropes and shouts back at him, then she spits in his general direction. Horacio holds his hands up and backs away, wanting no more to do with this nasty woman, when Trouble turns, though, she feels immediately that this was a distraction and she regrets giving so much energy to Mortimer. Because, uh, Dominator is on his feet and immediately takes her head off with a big boot. Dominator roars like the beast he is, and lifts a lifeless Trouble up with ease. Seeing the chair that was used to squish him lying on the mat, he vows to use it one more time as he walks Trouble over like a little doll in his arms. He lifts Trouble up from the side, kicks the chair into position next to him and drops her back with a thunderous lifting reverse STO, smashing Trouble right onto the chair. Jerry Andrews: Short and sweet, Trouble was just obliterated with an Anachronism on the steel chair! Ace Anderson: The big man is obsessed with time, so you know he didn't come tonight to get paid by the hour. Dominator drops down into a pin, squashing his forearm into her face. The referee: One... Two... Three!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round, and STILL Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... DOMINATOR!! Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 May 24, 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament Quarterfinal Match Grimm vs Hiroshi Yukio A spectacular series of headbutts has rendered Hiroshi Yukio incapable of standing on his own two feet. Grimm put some extra intensity behind those. Almost like he was trying to pound him into dust. Grimm finds a corner top to climb on. Yukio staggers slowly to his feet with the assistance of the ropes, unaware of where Grimm is. When the moment is right… THE HARVEST! NO! YUKIO COUNTERS BY TURNING GRIMM AROUND AND DELIVERING THE YOKOHAMA DRIVER! Fans are STUNNED by the sudden turn in events. Grimm had nearly completed the rotation in his finisher. Hiroshi somehow, someway, was able to power Grimm’s body around enough to hit his OWN finisher. Admist the LOUD booing of the faithful are scattered chants of ‘HOLY SHIT!’ Yukio drapes his arms over Phinehas as the referee has no choice but to count the pin. 1! 2! 3!! NO! NO! NO! Grimm is STILL alive! He just BARELY gets his shoulder off the mat. Yukio angrily has words, feeling like he did nothing of the sort. A misted, bloodied Alexa slams her hands on the mat out of shared anger. Yukio slowly returns to his feet, but he starts to pull Phinehas Grimm to the corner. Yukio has a foot on the middle rope. He now has the second one. Jerry Andrews: This could be the BIGGEST upset of the tournament right here! Ace Anderson: Grimm is about to be introduced to the other side of China… Jerry Andrews (deadpanning): Hiroshi is from Japan, Ace. MT. FUJI DROP MISSES!! Grimm just NARROWLY dodges the devastating second finisher. Yukio’s rump rattles the ring. His eyes are wide. His face is marked with pain. Grimm is halfway on the apron. He DRAGS himself along the apron. Then the ropes. With all he may have left, he mounts the top buckle. Yukio finds his way into… THE HARVEST! Grimm hits it this time and is floated over for the pin. 1! 2! 3! The referee calls for the bell as this epic tilt is now officially over. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, GRIMM! Icemann Invitational Tournament Quarterfinal Match Dominator (PCW Underground 🤴) vs Stacy Jones Stacy pulls herself closer to the bottom rope, stretching out as far as she can. Finally, after several more moment, Dominator releases the hold, seeing that she won't give up. He attempts to pull her back into the center of the ring and apply the hold, but she slips out from between his legs and quickly grabs on to the rope. The referee comes between them to make sure nothing happens while Stacy grabs the rope. Dominator backs off, and Stacy comes out of the ropes, and as Dominator swings for a clothesline, Stacy ducks under it and she kicks his kneecap out. Dominator roars and falls to one knee Stacy shouts for Dominator to get up, and she goes for a leg drop bulldog, but as she does he pulls his head from under her leg and hits her with a clothesline while she's still in mid-jump that makes her do a flip or two in the air before crashing to the mat. Dominator walks over and rolls her over for a cover. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE... Kickout. Jerry Andrews: How are they both doing this?! Ace Anderson: Both Dominator and Stacy refuse to give up! Jerry Andrews: There's too much at stake for both of them to go down in this match. Dominator puts his hands over his face in disbelief and runs his hands through his hair, staring at Stacy intensely. He lifts her up, and attempts to go for another lifted reverse STO, but Stacy slides around behind him this time and shoves the big man forward. He goes crashing into the corner turnbuckle with enough force to make him groan, hitting chest first! Stacy then motions that it's time for Divine Wrath. Stacy climbs onto the apron so she can get on the top rope behind Dominator, looking to pull her up there with him. She makes several motions to the crowd to get them behind her. However, this half second interval was all Dominator needed to turn around, bash her in the side of the head and climb up on the second rope, before hooking Stacy from the side much in the way he usually does for his finisher... and falling back, giving Stacy an ugly and DEVASTATING looking lifted reverse STO yanking her from her perch on the top rope!! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!! Ace Anderson: What in the world have we just seen?! Jerry Andrews: Stacy had a slight hiccup there trying to pull Dominator up onto the top rope with her, and in the seconds she hesitated, Dominator was able to lift her off with an Anachronism FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! Ace Anderson: You know in cartoons where Wile E Coyote plummets into a canyon and there's a black cutout where their form would be, that's Stacy Jones right now. Indeed Stacy got the worst of that fall backwards, but the effort and the grueling match have taken their toll on Dominator too, the fall knocked the wind out of the big man's sails. The referee is checking both competitors, about to make a decision whether to start a ten count or wave the whole thing off. The crowd decides to chant 1... 2... 3... 4... Jerry Andrews: That super Anachronism took a lot out of the Underground Champion. Finally the referee notes that Dominator is moving sluggishly. The big man is laying face down, but still going inch by inch. All told, he is barely able to make it half a foot over and flop an arm over Stacy, but at length he does. Ace Anderson: He made it! Dominator made it! Jerry Andrews: Come on Stacy, kick out! Kick out! The referee and the crowd: ONE! TWO!! .........THREE!!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round... DOMINATOR!!

Sasha Greene: The following is a SEMI FINAL MATCH, IN THE 2018 ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT!!

The crowd explodes as Sasha Greene smiles brightly.

Jerry Andrews: Tonight we are going to culminate one of the most exciting yearly ventures in Pure Class Wrestling with three blockbuster matches, of which this groundshaking, main event caliber match is just the first.

Ace Anderson: You're telling me, Jerry, as you of course know and graciously mentioned earlier, I've competed in and won the Icemann Tournament when I was an active competitor and this time of year always gets me fired up.

Jerry Andrews: The four men who've made it here tonight comprise an elite class of our current roster. But the two men who are about to enter the ring right now have both redefined hard hitting, epic battles.

Ace Anderson: Enough preamble already, let's get to the good stuff!

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, he weighs in at 217 lbs... GRIMM!!

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

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

Jerry Andrews: Here is the first half of this equation, the implacable, unshakeable, unrelenting boogeyman of the PCW's nightmares, the man who has become a staple not just of our roster, but as a figure of almost legend.

Ace Anderson: I'm drawing a blank if Grimm has ever taken part in the tournament in this capacity, but if he hasn't, then this is a huge opportunity tonight. To make it to the finals.

Jerry Andrews: But to get there he has to finish this match, and go through someone with an equally growing legend, an undefeated juggernaut of our Underground Champion.

Ace Anderson: Look at Grimm's eyes, Jerry, look at him staring coldly off into the distance and waiting. Grimm does not show one hint of trepidation over his task.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 365 lbs, he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion, accompanied by Horatio Mortimer... 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 rift to TRIVIUM’s cover of “Losing My Religion” echo throughout the arena. The crowd suddenly comes alive as the guitars make themselves heard. Horacio Mortimer appears on the stage, holding out his arm in an expression of beholding. 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. All the while, Horacio Mortimer is applauding his client and calling some last minute tactics to him.

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. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring. 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.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Semifinal Match

Non-Title Singles Match

Grimm vs Dominator (PCW Underground 👑)

Referee: Nigel Gale

The crowd roars with a massive "Dominator" chant that's rivaled by a more solemn, ominous "Grimm" chant as the two men stand opposite side of the ring. Flashbulbs flicker from all over the building as history is about to be made between Grimm and Dominator. Grimm and Dominator walk out towards the center of the ring where they go face to face to an even louder ovation from the crowd. No words are spoken between the two, it's sheer intensity as they step back before circling each other as the ovation gets louder and louder. The two lock up center ring! Dominator and Grimm jockey for position, neither man is able to gain the opening edge as they shove off each other to a roar from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: I've got goose bumps!

Grimm and Dominator circle around each other again and lock up once again. They continue to jockey for position with each other, yet this time Grimm locks in a side headlock. Grimm cranks down on the head of Dominator before he's backed up into the ropes. Dominator flings Grimm across the ring with a Biel throw. Grimm looks back up with an impassive expression on his face and gets back up like a machine. He shoots in towards Dominator again, but this time he ducks through the giant outstretched arms and weaves around to the side. Dominator turns, and eats a fist to the face, and then more flying fists and boots, backing him up. Dominator swats at Grimm, but Grimm is using stick and move tactics to the best of his ability, even more than usual.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is doing his best to keep the big man off balance.

Ace Anderson: Grimm noted in his prematch comments that he had been keeping his eyes on Dominator's previous matches. He watches everything like a hawk.

Grimm runs towards the ropes and as he bounces off he latches on to the top rope as Dominator clinches his fist. Grimm stops himself from running into another shot. He circles around Dominator again, and Dominator motions for him to come on. The crowd is red hot as Grimm walks back out to the center of the ring where they circle each other a third time before locking up center ring. Again they jockey for position before it's Dominator who latches on to a side head lock. Grimm backs Dominator up against the ropes and when he attempts to shoot Dominator across the ring Dominator doesn't let go of the side headlock and yanks Grimm back out towards the middle of the ring to a loud ovation from the crowd. Dominator takes Grimm down to the mat with a side headlock take over! Grimm's shoulders hit the mat. However, Grimm cranks a shoulder up before it can even be considered a pin. Grimm rolls off the mat while Dominator still has a firm grasp on his head. Grimm starts to working his way back to his feet where he hammers Dominator with a forearm to the ribs, he lands a second forearm before hoisting Dominator up in the air looking to back suplex the big man, but Dominator uses his mass to push down, landing on top of Grimm and taking him to the mat. Again, the referee gets down into position to count, but before he even gets to a one, Grimm kicks out, and both men are quickly to a vertical base with both fists clinched at each other to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Ace Anderson: And despite Dominator landing on top of him, Grimm is right back up, and we're at an impasse again.

Jerry Andrews: There aren't many men I've known that can bring the force of time known as Dominator to a standstill, and to me that just speaks to the aura of Grimm himself.

Ace Anderson: But Dominator too has shown he isn't intimidated, and he isn't backing down.

Grimm and Dominator walk back out to the center of the ring where they attempt to lock up. Grimm ducks out of the way while taking a back waist lock before he performs an amateur takedown, driving the giant down to the mat on his chest. Grimm floats around into a front face lock before driving knees into the skull of Dominator. Grimm lands three knees before Dominator counters his way out with a reverse hammer lock which he transitions into a front face lock of his own! The crowd roars as Dominator starts kneeing Grimm in the skull. Dominator lands three knees before paintbrush slapping Grimm across the back of the head to a massive ovation. Dominator reaches his feet with a smile across his face, whereas Grimm is on his knees with a look of cold warning.

Jerry Andrews: That's not going to sit well with Grimm. He doesn't take kindly to mind games.

Ace Anderson: Not many people even try to get into his head. It's not a place anyone would want to go.

Grimm gets back to his feet. He and Dominator look to lock up only to have Grimm kick Dominator in the midsection before raking him across both eyes. Grimm starts to open up on Dominator with right hands to the face before lacing him across the chest with a stiff knife edge chop that sends Dominator back into a neutral corner. Grimm comes towards the corner where he catches the right boot of Dominator, he throws it back to the mat before hammering Dominator with another right hand. Grimm laces Dominator across the chest with another knife edge chop before biting Dominator across the bridge of the nose! The crowd boo's loudly as the referee starts to lay the count to Grimm for pounding Dominator in the corner. Grimm releases the bite before bringing Dominator towards the ropes. He sends Dominator across the ring with an irish whip, Dominator bounces off the ropes where he mows over Grimm with a running shoulder block that sends Grimm to his back. Dominator charges towards the opposite ropes, he bounces off as Grimm rolls over to his chest, Dominator leaps over Grimm and bounces off the near side, Grimm springs to his feet where he looks to deliver a hip toss, Dominator counters the hip toss with one of his own to a massive roar from the crowd! Grimm is quickly to his knee's as Dominator is ready for more.

Jerry Andrews: These fans are on their feet, and this semi-final match has barely begun!

Ace Anderson: There is an insane level of hype and anticipation behind this. Who will advance? Will it be Grimm? Gabriel? Seromine? Dominator? Who will be the last man standing?

Grimm stands back to a vertical base before meeting Dominator with a kick to the side of the head. Dominator gets to his feet, and Grimm dodges out of the way yet again, this time bailing out to the outside of the ring and standing there, calmly watching. Horacio Mortimer, around the corner in the aisle across the way from Grimm, shouts at him to get back in there. Grimm simply fixes Mortimer with a look that makes the manager yelp. Grimm doesn't boast or taunt, he simply awaits Dominator on the outside. The referee is so unnerved he doesn't even start a count yet. Dominator, annoyed, grips the top rope in frustration. Gritting his teeth with a look of "Fine, let's do this," he steps over the top rope and drops to the outside, going after Grimm. Grimm is already back on the inside by then, however. Grimm just looks at Dominator with that calculating, icy glance. Dominator slaps his hands on the apron, as if to say "Dammit enough already!" And he climbs on the apron, about to swing a leg over the top rope when Grimm comes in with a boot to the kneecap that takes the giant off balance. Dominator loses his footing on the apron and drops down a level, and as he falls he cracks jaw first on the apron, the hardest part. The crowd groans, and Dominator's head lolls for a second, dazed. Grimm escapes the ring again, this time on the other side.

Jerry Andrews: I think Grimm is using sort of guerilla, hit and run tactics to wear the big man down.

Dominator shakes his head, turning around and yelling for Grimm. He rounds the corner and then Grimm comes from by the announce tables, and Dominator turns and eats a leaping knee! Dominator stumbles back, and Grimm's furious assault of boots and punches continues. Grimm then grips the hair of the big man, walks him over and slams his head off the announce table, as the announcers throw their hands up in horror. Dominator takes a few rasping breaths. Grimm pounds on his back a few more times. Then, suddenly Dominator wraps his arms around the Hangtown Horror's waist and runs him backwards, charging across the aisle and smashing Grimm into the ring apron! Grimm's face shows a high level of discomfort, but there's no other reaction. Dominator keeps his arms wrapped around Grimm, pulls back a few steps and then there's ANOTHER hard hitting collision, ramming the small of Grimm's back into the edge of the apron. Grimm falls limp, and Dominator throws him into the ring. Grimm holds his back, and Dominator confidently gets back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: That action got a little too close for my liking.

Ace Anderson: Dammit, why is it always our table? They spilled my water and ruined what I'm assuming are your important papers.

Dominator, again booting Grimm in the back of the head, yells for him to get up. He pulls Grimm up, but the Hangtown Horror breaks free and gives Dom a jawbreaker.

As Dominator stumbles backwards, holding his temple, Grimm runs in and gives Dominator a kick to the midsection, followed by three chops across Dominator's chest until the big man grabs Grimm around the throat and tosses him into the corner. Grimm bounces out of the corner and chops Dominator across the chest again and again, before kicking him in the midsection and mixing it up with more chops until Dominator himself has been backed up into a corner. Once in the corner, Grimm kicks Dominator in the midsection to stoop him over before plowing away on his head with an aggressive flurry of punches. Dominator begins covering his head and immediately Grimm begins landing punches to his body, mixing it with kicks until Shane tells them to get out of the corner. Grimm immediately backs away, as well as simply beckoning Dominator to come on. Dominator stands in the corner mouthing at Grimm, slowly getting into Grimm's head as well, as Grimm begins to get impatient at Dominator's not wanting to meet him in the middle of the ring. Grimm then begins to square away with Dominator and as he begins to move in for the corner, Dominator walks out, and they both begin circling the ring. Grimm and Dominator thwart off each other's grapple attempts until Grimm grabs Dominator's hand and twists it around into a wristlock. He spins the wristlock into a harsh armwringer takedown that plants Dominator into the mat, face first, holding his shoulder. Grimm lifts Dominator back up, applying another wristlock and twisting it, then lifting up, as if attempting to dislocate Dominator's shoulder. Dominator then quickly turns into the wristlock and with his free hand grabs Grimm underneath his arm before throwing him off with a hiptoss. Grimm rolls up to one knee in the corner and looks back at Dominator. Grimm charges at Dominator, and is stopped in his tracks by a boot to the midsection, and then dropped by a snap suplex executed quicker than a flash. Dominator lifts Grimm back up and hooks both of Grimm's arms close to his body, and he starts giving him multiple headbutts. Finally, with the Hangtown Horror limp in his arms, Dominator dumps him with a quick belly to belly suplex. He goes for a cover.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Grimm waits until Dominator lifts him up and he rakes his eyes. Grimm then grips Dominator by the back of his head and dumps him out of the ring. As he walks out, he lifts Dominator up and bounces his head off the apron. Grimm walks Dominator down the aisle by the back of the head, and goes to bounce his head off the steel steps. Dominator straightens his arms and blocks, then he elbows Grimm in the gut and flings him across the steel steps. Grimm pulls himself back up, and Dominator gives him a few right hands. He knees Grimm in the midsection and gives him a Russian legsweep into the guardrail. The official tells both men to get in the ring. Dominator runs a thumb across his throat, lifts Grimm up and hooks him between his legs. He goes to give the Hangtown Horror a piledriver on the concrete. However, Grimm gives the big man a backdrop. Dominator hits the concrete floor and rolls around, holding his back. Grimm starts climbing onto the apron. Dominator sits up, holding his back, and then Grimm runs across the apron and flies off, coming down into the aisle with a two-footed dropkick to the chest of the seated Dominator. The crowd is shocked.

Jerry Andrews: I think Grimm might have caved in Dominator's chest cavity with that kick!

Ace Anderson: Look, Dominator has experienced glass tables, barbed wire boards, steel chairs, tacks and golf carts. But has he experienced anything like taking on Grimm? I think not.

Jerry Andrews: I want to say given all he's done, only Dominator may have the resilence to combat Grimm. But we'll have to see if that's enough.

Grimm takes a second to recover, and then he steps to his feet. He turns his head to spot Horacio Mortimer, who is anxiously leaning around to check on his client. Grimm spooks the manager enough to scurry off, then he turns his attention back to Dominator, trying to lift the bulky heavyweight. There's massive gasp followed by a loud eruption as Dominator takes Grimm down with a double leg take down. He takes the mount position and begins pounding the face of Grimm with both fists!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator roars to life on the outside, he's battering Grimm in a way I've never seen anyone do!

Ace Anderson: I think Grimm also wants to terrorize Dominator's manager, but he's out there for a reason.

Dominator continues to hammer away at the face of Grimm before getting to a vertical base where he picks Grimm up off the mat and throws him right into the ring. Dominator has to take a second to rub his chest as he draws in some air, Grimm did some serious damage. Then Dominator gets back into the ring. Dominator pulls his opponent up by an arm and fires Grimm across the ring with an irish whip, Grimm bounces off the ropes and into the grasp of Dominator who takes Grimm to the mat with an over head belly to belly release suplex! The TIIT crowd explodes as Grimm rolls out to the floor, yet again. Dominator shouts at him, knowing this is another tactic, and he makes his way towards the ropes only to be cut off by the official which draws boo's from the crowd. Grimm gets to his knees on the outside, and he stands, recovering on the outside as Dominator is moved back across the ring. The referee starts to lay the count to Grimm. At his five count Grimm climbs back up on the ring apron before stepping back through the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Grimm is showing a lot of patience and fortitude here, even when the match isn't going his way.

Jerry Andrews: I've never known Grimm to show nerves or wild outbursts. He knows what's at stake here, he knows things are running high, and he can't afford to go into things headlong.

Dominator and Grimm circle each other once again before locking up center ring. Dominator takes a back waist lock only to have Grimm pull them across the ring and into the ropes. As the referee asks for the break Grimm swings a back elbow connecting to the temple drawing loud boo's from the crowd. Dominator staggers out towards the middle of the ring. The referee admonishes Grimm but Grimm blows past him as he opens up with right hands before delivering a boot to the midsection that doubles Dominator over. Grimm locks a front face lock. He hoists Dominator up in the air before delivering a sling shot suplex! Grimm floats over into the cover.

The referee: One...











Two... Kickout.

Dominator kicks out to a roar from the crowd. Grimm quickly locks in a rear chin lock as he drives his knee into the spine of Dominator while cranking back on his chin and neck. The referee asks Dominator to surrender, he refuses. Grimm cranks back on the chin and neck as the referee asks Dominator again to surrender. Dominator refuses before starting to work his way back to his feet which draws a solid ovation from the crowd. Dominator turns into the chin lock before delivering a side suplex breaking the hold. The crowd rallies behind Dominator as he starts to work his way back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Grimm up off the mat. Dominator delivers a stiff kick to the right quad before snaking a knee to the midsection doubling Grimm over. Dominator takes a side waist lock before delivering a gut wrench sit out powerbomb! The crowd roars as Dominator makes the cover on Grimm!

The referee: One...













Two...

Grimm shoots a shoulder off the mat to a gasp from the crowd. Dominator is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Grimm up off the mat. Dominator takes Grimm back into a neutral corner where he drills Grimm with a shoulder block to the midsection. Dominator delivers a European uppercut to Grimm before sending him sailing across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Dominator charges in after Grimm where he eats a reverse elbow to the jaw that staggers Dominator back out towards the middle of the ring. Grimm steps up to the middle turnbuckle where he leaps off delivering a blockbuster to Dominator. Grimm quickly makes the cover hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One...











Two... Kickout.

Grimm starts working his way back to a vertical base where he takes the right leg of Dominator, Grimm twists around the knee before picking up the other leg where he locks in a figure four leg lock. Grimm cranks back on the figure four as the referee asks Dominator to surrender. Dominator refuses. Grimm is close enough to the ropes to reach out and latch on to the middle rope applying more pressure. Dominator screams out in pain as the referee is once again asking him to surrender. The crowd boo's loudly as Grimm releases the ropes before the referee catches him in the act. The referee asks Dominator to give up, but he refuses. Grimm relinquishes the hold. Not a submission expert, but his intent wasn't to get a tap out as much as it was to do damage. Grimm reaches down picking the right leg of Dominator up off the mat before stomping away at the knee cap. The crowd roars with boo's Grimm assaults the right knee of Dominator with stomps, but suddenly Dominator rolls him into an inside cradle.

The referee: One...











Two... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm nearly got caught there!

Ace Anderson: Can you imagine what it would do for Dominator if he beats Grimm here? That might almost be on par with winning the tournament.

Grimm beats Dominator to his feet where he charges towards him looking for a clothesline only to be met by an STO from Dominator! Dominator makes a quick cover hooking the near leg.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout.

Fast and furious, Grimm kicks out and the action continues. Dominator reaches his feet with a noticeable limp. He kicks his right leg and knee before making his way to Grimm. A relentless Dominator then grips Grimm's legs and applies a Boston crab. Grimm contorts in pain yet still, somehow doesn't cry out, and he reraches his arms for the ropes, as the big man settles back on the hold, not letting him go anywhere. Grimm groans a little, but still remains stoic as he reaches for the bottom rope. Dominator won't let him crawl anywhere. Using all of his strength Grimm begins to inch towards the ropes, but as soon as he gets within a fingertip distance, Dominator walks him back into the middle of the ring and sits back on the hold. Grimm covers his head in his hands. But he sternly shakes his head. Finally, Grimm begins to crawl towards the ropes again, and stretching as far as he can, he grips the bottom rope. The referee makes Dominator release the hold. Grimm wraps around the bottom rope with all his might to insure safety, as the ref comes between the two men until Grimm gets out of the ropes. Dominator backs up, holding his hands up in supplication as he says, "Okay, okay" to Shane, who is telling him to stand back, and Grimm gets back in the ring. Dominator comes forward, but Grimm boots him in the gut when he isn't prepared. Grimm goes for a front sleeping neckbreaker but in one smooth motion Dominator pulls his head free, turns Grimm to face him and SMASHES him with a uranage suplex.

Ace Anderson: Dominator with a hellacious counter to the Lament Configuration, he has Grimm down!

Jerry Andrews: Over the course of his Underground title reign, Dominator has gone undefeated, Ace. He has decimated all comers and taken down the best in the division. Now here we are on the final night of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament and Dominator is looking to add one more impressive victory to that list.

Dominator rolls over, pulling a leg for the cover.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout!

Grimm kicks out to another pop from the crowd! Dominator doesn't waist time in transitioning over into a Lion Tamer, drawing Grimm much back into the same position he was before but this time cruelly driving his massive knee into Grimm's neck. The crowd roars louder and louder as Dominator cranks back on the hold while the referee now asks Grimm to surrender. Grimm refuses as Dominator cranks back with the hold.

Ace Anderson: Dominator is going to break Grimm's back!

Dominator has Grimm locked in the center of the ring as the referee once again asks Grimm to surrender, and again he refuses.

Dominator continues to crank back on the legs with ruthless aggression as the referee asks Grimm to surrender once more, and again it's Grimm who refuses before he crawls over to the ropes. Forcing the rope break. The referee starts counting, two, three, and Dominator snarls at him, but breaks on four, four and a half. Dominator gets to his feet and starts yelling at the referee, telling him to mind his business. Then Dominator turns around, but doesn't see Grimm in the exact spot he left him, which is because Grimm has slithered into position behind him and then, the wily Grimm rolls him into a schoolboy.

The referee: One....













Two...













T- Kickout.

Grimm reaches his feet clutching at his back and shoulder while Dominator reaches his feet with a limp, Dominator comes towards Grimm swinging with a right hand, Grimm ducks and takes a back waist lock before pealing off a bridging German suplex. Grimm starts to work his way back to his feet before he reaches down picking Dominator up off the mat. Grimm hammers Dominator with a hard right hand which takes him back into the ropes. Grimm comes forward where he looks to fire Dominator across the ring, Dominator is sent across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and it's Grimm who ducks his head looking for a back body drop. Dominator stops himself just before coming in, and as Grimm is already bent over double, Dominator sneaks his arms in and clamps down, before firing off with a butterfly suplex into a back breaker. Dominator reaches his feet, shaking his right leg and knee before making his way over to Grimm. Dominator reaches down picking Grimm up off the mat where he locks a front face lock. Dominator muscles Grimm up in the air before setting him crotch first on the top turnbuckle. Dominator delivers an open handed chop across the chest of Grimm before stepping up to the middle turnbuckle. He locks the front face lock again before stepping up all the way to the top turnbuckle where he delivers a thunderous Superplex that rocks the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Who took the worst from that because neither man seem to be moving.

Ace Anderson: I don't know, but they hit like a comet coming to earth!

Dominator is the first to stir as he manages to roll over, pushing Grimm to his back.

The referee: One...













Two...











Th- Kickout!

Dominator pushes himself up off the body of Grimm before calling for the end. The roof explodes as Dominator seizes the moment and runs through Grimm with a massive Gore. The crowd roars as Dominator makes the cover hooking the closest leg.

Ace Anderson: FORCE OF TIME!!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God, that nearly split Grimm in half!!

Grimm is hit by the spear so hard that he rolls to the apron, resting there. Dominator is on all fours, scoring big lungfuls of air and trying to recoup from the mad sprint he just took. He recovers and gets up, walking over to find Grimm who is languishing on the apron. Grimm, holding his midsection and clearly in a lot of pain, rolls to the outside, steadying himself using one arm on the apron. Dominator stalks out of the ring, walking around after Grimm. Grimm gets to one side by Horacio Mortimer and stops. Mortimer takes a moment to berate his client's opponent, telling him, paraphrasing that he is doomed to be defeated in time. Grimm squints his eyes, and, even still holding his midsection after the Gore, advances on Mortimer, who backs up nervously. Mortimer waves his hands, begging Grimm off. Suddenly, Grimm spots something out of the corner of his eye, and spins out of the way just in time to avoid a second Gore in the aisle, as Dominator comes charging like a mad bull and crashing through. Dominator hits the security guardrails with a smash, knocking them over and sending a large crowd of people in the front row scurrying out of the way. He lays on the overturned guardrail, clenching his shoulder and neck.

Jerry Andrews: Holy - Dominator went right through!!

Ace Anderson: Grimm really dodged a bullet that time, the first Force of Time bent him in half, but the second one bent nothing but those steel guardrails.

Grimm walks over to him and lays some harsh stomps on him. He pulls Dominator up by the beard, throws him into the side of the ring, and lays in with a few hard punches. Now that things are back in his court, he rolls the bigger man into the ring. He lays in to Dominator with a spectacular series of headbutts, the colliding thud of each of the five that follow audibly apparent to the nearest people in the front row and making them cringe. When Grimm finishes administering his Dead Reckoning to Dominator, he wraps the arm around Dominator for a sleeper hold. Effective, if basic, the sleeper hold cuts off Dominator's wind and he sinks to one knee, his arms hanging limply. The referee asks Dominator if he gives up, but Dominator stubbornly refuses. He stretches for the ropes, but they're out of reach. Dominator begins pulling himself up with the smaller Grimm on his back, and he is able to get to one knee, then slowly to his feet. His face is turning bright red as he resists being put out by the submission hold. Dominator suddenly runs backwards, squishing Grimm into the turnbuckles. Dominator gets a running start and turns, ramming speed into the opposite side and sandwiching Grimm. Grimm loosens the hold enough for Dominator to shift him around to the side, walk him out to the middle of the ring in a display of strength, and plant him with a sidewalk slam. Dominator rests for a bit, then goes for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: One...











Two...











Thr - Kickout!!

Dominator doesn't let Grimm rest as he comes across the ring a stiff kick to the ribs, followed by another to the left quad. The crowd roars as Dominator takes Grimm back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Grimm bounces off the ropes where he's met with a reverse elbow by Dominator taking Grimm to the mat. The crowd roars as Dominator doesn't waist any time in locking in a dragon sleeper! The referee is in prime position as he starts asking Grimm to surrender! The referee continues to ask Grimm to surrender, he continues to refuses as Dominator cranks back on the neck and throat of Grimm. Suddenly it's Grimm who manages to bridge up to his feet before leaping up in the air and flipping over the back of Dominator all the while Dominator's dragon sleeper is still in tact until it's countered with a Reverse DDT.

Jerry Andrews: What a counter by Grimm!

Ace Anderson: I have never seen either one of these men so far into the red as they are right now. This has been a war!

Both men lay on the mat for several seconds forcing the referee to start laying the count to both of them.

The referee: ONE...





TWO...









THREE...









FOUR...









FIVE...









SIX...

It's Grimm who starts working his way to his feet as he pushes himself up off the mat.

SEVEN...









EIGHT...

The count is broken as Grimm reaches his feet. Grimm reaches down picking Dominator up off the mat before hammering away with a right hand that rocks Dominator back into a neutral corner. Grimm follows up with a stiff chop across the chest of Dominator followed by another right hand and another chop from the chest. Grimm shoots Dominator across the ring, it's Dominator who reverses and it's Grimm who bounces off the buckles and starts walking out towards the middle of the ring, Dominator charges forward looking to take Grimm's head off with a clothesline, Grimm ducks while taking a back waist lock. Grimm peels off a German suplex, not releasing his grip he rolls through while picking both himself and Dominator up off the mat where he delivers a second German suplex! Grimm doesn't release his grip as he rolls through picking both himself and Dominator up off the mat. The crowd roars as Dominator reverses the back waist lock into one of his own where he peals off a German suplex to a roar from the crowd! Dominator rolls through picking himself and Grimm back up off the mat where he delivers a second German suplex! Dominator rolls through picking both himself and Grimm up off the mat where there's another standing side switch and it's Grimm who delivers a third German Suplex! He rolls through picking both himself and Dominator up off the mat to a loud ovation from the crowd before Grimm peals off a Release German Suplex! A massive "THIS IS AWESOME" chant echo's throughout the building as Grimm pulls himself to his feet. Grimm walks towards the ropes and steps out to the ring apron before making his way to the nearest set of buckles. The crowd is buzzing as it knows what is coming next. Dominator is dazed, shaking his head as he tries to get to his feet. Grimm stands on the turnbuckles, and when Dominator gets up on spaghetti legs, Grimm comes off, catching his head and spiking it down with a sick looking tornado DDT. Dominator is bent over double with his head spiked into the mat for just a split second, and then Grimm pushes the big man over.

Ace Anderson: THE HARVEST!!

Jerry Andrews: We may have seen Grimm punch his ticket to the finals of the 2018 Icemann Invitational, how many people can say they've kicked out of the Harvest?!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THREE - HORACIO MORTIMER PUTS DOMINATOR'S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

As a reckoning for the menacing Grimm has been putting his client (and him) through all match, Mortimer takes this moment to get directly involved. The referee asks him if he did that, but Mortimer protests his innocence and just says it happened on it's own. Grimm is none too pleased, to say the least, and exits the ring to grab the lapels of the manager, who is flop sweating and squawking that he is innocent. But staring into the eyes of Grimm, he is starting to blubber. The referee admonishes Grimm to get back in the ring as he leans out. Grimm snarls at Mortimer and pushes him on his butt, then darkly threatens him not to get involved again. Grimm has one eye on Mortimer as he climbs back on the apron, trying to make sure the manager doesn't interfere again, but as he turns back to the matter at hand a fully healed Dominator boots him in the gut, lifts him up and plants Grimm in the center of the ring with a spinning Alabama Slam, aka the Day Break. Dominator, fighting fatigue, sinks to one knee, but then a snarl crosses his lips. He looks out to Horacio Mortimer, who looks on in awe. Mortimer points to Grimm, and yells instructions at Dominator.

Mortimer: It's Time!! Finish him! Go on and claim what's yours!!

Dominator looks positively grim himself as he lifts the Hangtown Horror up. Grimm can't support himself at the moment and Dominator hooks him from the side, pulling Grimm by him to put him in position for a devastating lifted reverse STO. Grimm is laid out in the middle of the ring, and Dominator stands and holds his arms out, letting out an ear splitting roar to the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: THE ANACHRONISM!! DOMINATOR WITH THE ANACHRONISM!!!

Ace Anderson: I - I didn't believe it was possible! Are we about to see Dominator pull out his biggest win yet?! Is Dominator going to the finals?!

Dominator pushes down on Grimm's chest with the flat of his hand and roars at the referee to count. He does.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...











THREE -

KICKOUT!!

The crowd erupts into a chaotic outpouring of shock and awe at the monumental kickouts, one apiece of the strongest arrows in their arsenals. Dominator gapes down at Grimm in disbelief at what he'd just witnessed, and then he shoots to his feet, grabbing the referee and demanding to be told that Grimm stayed down. Unfortunately, the referee can't help but tell Dom the truth. Dominator pushes him, and he shouts in his face that it was three. The ref sheepishly raises a shoulder. Dominator throws his hands up in consternation, and walks over to Horacio Mortimer for a brief confab while Grimm is still selling the Anachronism. Grimm, beaten down, is rolled into the corner, and the referee takes this moment to check on his well-being and if he is fit to continue. Suddenly, getting fed up and wanting to put and end to Grimm, Dominator charges with a full head of steam. How such a large man is able to produce such bursts of speed is incomprehensible. He flattens Grimm into the corner, but the official, who was stood behind Grimm at the time, is caught by surprised and is squashed into the corner beneath the weight of both the charging Dominator and Grimm.

Ace Anderson: Oh my god, that poor referee just got steamrolled!!

Jerry Andrews: Poor kid, he weighs less than half of Grimm, he looks like he's out.

Both the official and Grimm lay motionless on the mat. Dominator simply smirks at the destruction. He holds his hand up for a chokeslam, reaching down to grab his opponent to deliver the deathblow, when suddenly, just out of shot, a fan wearing a paper mask jumps the barricade and slides into the ring, delivering a huge low blow to The Zenith. Dominator howls in pain, dropping the mat as the masked individual looks down at him. Dominator angrily stares up at his attacker, trying to right himself.

Jerry Andrews: That man is wearing a Johnny Matthews mask! Whoever this guy is, they’re clearly trying to get underneath Dominator’s skin.

The ‘Matthews Masked Man’ begins to strike Dominator with kicks, punts and boots to the torso, ribs and head. Dominator is reeling, yet he still tries to get back up, but this attacker keeps him grounded with a Double Footed Stomp. The man reaches into the sleeve of his long jacket… withdrawing a baseball bat that had been hidden in there all along!

Jerry Andrews: Who in the hell is this?! Someone get him out of here?!

Ace Anderson: Someone with a sick sense of humor and a vendetta against Dominator. He's mocking Johnny Matthews, all while beating Dominator down into the ground.

Jerry Andrews: And now he's got a bat! Someone put a stop to this!

Ace Anderson: Like who, the official is down!

The attacker prepares his grip and swings the bat forcefully, but The Underground King attempts to block his swings with his arms, which take the brunt of the initial attack. Soon though, strike after strike, they are withered down and the assailant is able to strike Dominator in the chest multiple times. He winds back, before delivering a sickening blow to the side of Dominator’s face that sends him toppling over, face first into the mat.

Jerry Andrews: What a devastating shot!

Ace Anderson: He’s out cold, Jerry! Dominator is OUT COLD!

The attacker looks down at his handiwork before noticing that Grimm is starting to make his way towards their downed opponent. The masked man bails out of the ring and backs himself up the entrance ramp to continue to see how this will pan out. Dominator has not moved since that shot to the face with the baseball bat…

Jerry Andrews: I don't like the look of this, Ace. That man rained shot after shot with that baseball bat on Dominator. He could be concussed.

Perturbed by the turn of events, Grimm looks from the mystery man to Dominator. The Matthews Masked Man holds his hands up innocently, as if to say he's all yours. Grimm has a suspicious look on his face, but, moving slowly due to fatigue and possible injuries, Grimm is able to get Dominator over. The cover is made, and the downed referee, having revived long after this all took place, slowly crawls towards the center of the ring, counting the cover with a shaky hand.

Jerry Andrews: Not this way, dammit!

ONE!











TWO!











THREE!!

Jerry Andrews & Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD!

DING DING DING!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the FINALS of the Icemann Invitational... GRIMM!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has been defeated! For the first time in his PCW career, The Underground King has been beaten in one-on-one competition! But my GOD was it through controversial means!

Ace Anderson: I’m in shock!... Grimm moves on, and Dominator loses, Dominator lost his first match... and why?! Who did this?!

Even Grimm cannot quite believe it as his hand is raised, yet slowly but surely, Dominator is coming to! The crowd watches on in disbelief as the battered and bloodied Zenith instinctively starts to push himself up onto his feet. The Masked Man has now back up the entrance ramp, out of harm’s way. Dominator glares at him, trembling with pure rage. The Masked Man grabs a hold of the paper mask depicting Johnny Matthews’ face and slowly lifts it up and tosses it aside…

THE CROWD ERUPTS!

Beneath the Johnny Matthews mask… is none other than JOHNNY MATTHEWS HIMSELF!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it! Johnny Matthews has cost Dominator his winning streak AND a place in the Icemann Invitational!

Ace Anderson: We haven’t seen Matthews since Mass Destruction! He is back with a vengeance!

All of a sudden, Dominator clambers back onto his feet, before bowling himself between the ropes and CHARGES up the entrance ramp. After such a gruelling match, AND a beatdown with a baseball bat, HOW is he still even able to stand. Johnny Matthews laughs as he disappears into the back, with an enraged Zenith in hot pursuit!

Jerry Andrews: Johnny Matthews made a point to screw Dominator since Dominator defeated him months ago... and it showed tonight.

"Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" by Tool plays, and Grimm looks on to the back, a confused and angry expression on his face, but he exits without a show of emotion, walking up to the back.

Jerry Andrews: One way or another, we came to the result... GRIMM IS GOING TO THE FINALS!

As the arena is still buzzing from that match, the scene heads backstage where Gabriel is seen walking.

Jerry Andrews: We've just seen Grimm advance, and now there's Gabriel who hopes to accomplish the same.... I think.

Ace Anderson: He's going to face his Lord, Seromine, tonight and no one really knows how he's going to react. I'm not even sure if he does!

Gabriel is on his way to the Gorilla position when Tyler Scott stops him.

Tyler Scott: Ri... Gabriel. I know you have a match, but I just want to talk to you for a moment.

Gabriel: If you're here to try and "turn me back" or cause a rift between myself and Seromine, you're wasting your time.

Tyler Scott: That isn't it at all.

Gabriel stops and listens.

Tyler Scott: I've seen how you've changed since you found Seromine. You've won championships. You've been in main events. You've turned your life around. You were struggling and now you're reborn as a success. Now, Gabriel, you've seen the losing run I've been on since I came back. I'm not sure if I should have ever come back at all. Now I...

Gabriel: Are you asking me to convince the Lord to save you?

Tyler Scott: No... well... I just... I was wondering....

Gabriel: The Lord will approach you if He wishes.

Gabriel then turns and walks away. The scene switches to a video package.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 206 February 2, 2017 Seromine vs Rick Majors Seromine now pulls Rick Majors up and he throws him into the ring. Back inside, Seromine approaches Rick Majors as he is getting to his feet. Majors swings wildly, connecting with a right hand to Seromine’s midsection. Majors now stands up and connects with a mid-level roundhouse kick. He then starts to fire off a series of kicks. Jerry Andrews: Now Majors has something going! Majors swings with a right hand, but Seromine ducks it. He then flies forward with a diving clothesline that takes Majors down to the mat. Ace Anderson: Not for long! Seromine stands up and drops a leg on Rick Majors. Majors rolls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Seromine takes his legs out with a chop block. He then quickly sets Majors up… Jerry Andrews: Sharpshooter! Majors struggles in the hold, trying desperately to reach the ropes. Ace Anderson: Remember, Rick Majors has had extensive back and leg problems in his career and several surgeries. This move has to be killing him. Majors continues to struggle, slowly crawling his way towards the ropes. Seromine leans back in the hold. Finally Majors manages to get his right hand on the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break. Seromine keeps the hold locked in. The referee starts to count: 1… 2…. 3…. Seromine releases the sharpshooter at the four count. Jerry Andrews: Majors is free from the hold, but it looks like the damage has been done. Rick Majors remains on the mat, holding his lower back. Seromine walks over and smiles as he pulls his opponent to his feet. Majors fires at him with an elbow to the midsection. Seromine is staggered. Majors swings again, connecting with a big ring hand. And another. And another. Seromine falls to the mat as Rick Majors connects with a clothesline. Rick Majors takes a moment to compose himself and then he pulls Seromine to his feet. He tries to Irish whip him off the ropes, but Seromine reverses…. Jerry Andrews: Short-armed clothesline! Ace Anderson: ASHES TO ASHES! Jerry Andrews: Wow! Seromine goes for a cover: 1….. 2…. 3!!! Winner: Seromine via pinfall Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 207 February 16, 2017 Seromine and Destiny vs Rick Majors and Kelli Starr Seromine now climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He flies off the top rope… Majors rolls out of the way!! Jerry Andrews: Seromine catches nothing but mat with that elbow! Ace Anderson: This is Majors’ big chance! Starr begins to pound the turnbuckle yet again, Rick Majors begins crawling to the corner, Seromine climbs to his feet and attempts to chase down Rick, but doesn't make it in time! Majors tags in Starr, who comes in like a house on fire, hitting a clothesline on Seromine, and following through to nail Destiny with a right hand, sending her flying off of the ring apron. Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr is going full speed out there! Starr comes back in and nails Seromine with a double leg takedown, then follows it up with some rights and lefts . . . . 2 . . 3 . . 4 . . 5 . . 6. . .7 . . 8 . . 9 . . 10 . . Starr gets up off of Seromine and rolls him over. Starr grabs Seromine by the head and locks in a headlock. Destiny comes running into the ring and NAILS Starr with a hard kick right into the back. Starr breaks the hold. Majors rushes into the match, but Destiny clocks him as well. Seromine uses the confusion to hit a distracted Kelli Starr with a bulldog DDT! Jerry Andrews: Starr is down! Seromine goes for a cover, but Kelli Starr kicks out. He then pulls her up, but she hits him with a throat strike. She then follows up with a big double leg takedown! Starr now goes to her corner and tags in Rick Majors. He comes in and begins to stomp on Seromine recklessly. He hauls him back to his feet, then throws him into the ropes, Seromine bounces off, and he ducks Majors’ attack. Seromine then hits a big running knee lift! Jerry Andrews: Majors is staggered and…. ASHES TO ASHES! Seromine goes for a cover, but Kelli Starr breaks it up! Destiny charges in, but Starr takes her down! The referee orders Starr out of the ring. She argues for a moment, but relents. Meanwhile, Seromine pulls Majors back up…. Ace Anderson: Another Ashes to Ashes! This time Destiny pulls Starr off of the apron so she can’t save her partner…. ...1! …...2!! ………. ………...3!!! Winners: Seromine and Destiny via Pinfall Pure Class Wrestling Mass Destruction VII March 9, 2017 Rick Majors vs. “Dollface” Kelli Starr vs. Seromine (PCW International ©) Kelli Starr stands up, and she’s hit with an elbow smash by Rick Majors. She staggers backwards. He hits her with a running clothesline. Majors now takes a moment to shake his leg, testing it. Jerry Andrews: You’re right. Rick Majors has clearly injured himself. He pulls Starr up, but she kicks him in the injured knee and he falls to the mat. She pulls him up and throws him into the corner. Kelli Starr with a big clothesline. She pulls Majors out, but he strikes her in the stomach! He then sets her up… Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT! Majors rolls Kelli Starr over. Ace Anderson: This could be it! Rick Majors could claim his first title in PCW! Majors stands up and looks right at Seromine who is just starting to get to his feet. Majors then looks down at Starr. Rick takes a step back and stands in the corner. Ace Anderson: What is Majors doing? Seromine smiles as he stands. He pulls Starr up. Short-arm clothesline! And then…. Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES! Seromine goes for the cover. Majors remains in the corner, watching the pinfall. 1…. 2…. 3!!! The bell rings and Seromine gets to his feet. He spreads his arms in triumph. The referee retrieves the International Title and hands it to him. Sasha Green: Your winner by pinfall, and STILL International Champioin: Seromine! Jerry Andrews: Okay… what just happened!? Majors finally steps out of the corner towards Seromine and he gives him a hug! Seromine smiles, his arms still outstretched as Majors hugs him. Ace Anderson: WHAT!? Kelli Starr slowly pulls herself to her feet, using the ropes. Majors notices. He steps away from Seromine and tackles Starr down to the mat! Majors now begins to unload on Starr with a series of punches. Jerry Andrews: Come on! The match is over! The assault continues until Seromine places his hand on Majors’ shoulder. Majors stops and rises to his feet. He looks down at the battered Starr and then turns away. He walks across the ring and holds the ropes open for Seromine, who leaves the ring with his championship over his shoulder. As PCW officials check on Kelli Starr, Seromine walks up the ramp, with Majors following. Jerry Andrews: Did Rick Majors just align himself with Seromine!? Ace Anderson: It certainly looks that way. Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on here!? Pure Class Wrestling Deadly Intentions VIII October 15, 2017 The Deadly Rumble Seromine turns around, and he’s face-to-face with Gabriel. Both men look around them. Ace Anderson: Uh oh… they’re the only two left! Gabriel takes a step back. Then another. He then walks over to the ropes and steps over. Jerry Andrews: NO WAY! COME ON! Gabriel places one foot on the floor before Seromine stops him. Ace Anderson: Wait… Seromine is calling Gabriel back into the ring. Jerry Andrews: To think that Gabriel was going to just give the Deadly Rumble to Seromine like that! Seromine calls Gabriel into the center of the ring and he speaks to him, but it’s not clear to anyone else what is being said. Gabriel nods slowly. Seromine extends his hand. Gabriel takes it and the two shake. They then step back. Seromine puts his fists up, ready for a fight. Gabriel doesn’t seem so sure. Ace Anderson: Well… it looks like these two have decided to settle it in the ring. Jerry Andrews: Good! Gabriel hesitates. Seromine circles him. Gabriel looks around, seemingly searching for an answer. He then looks up, right at Seromine and puts his fists up. Jerry Andrews: It looks like Gabriel is ready to go now too! BOOM! Seromine strikes Gabriel with a big right fist. Gabriel is staggered. Seromine hits a short-arm clothesline and then… Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!! Seromine pulls Gabriel up and tosses him over the ropes! “GABRIEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!” Ace Anderson: Oh my God he’s done it! Jerry Andrews: WOW! What a night for Seromine! Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 230 April 6, 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match Gabriel vs Tyler Scott Tyler slowly ascends the turnbuckles while shaking off the feelings of grogginess that have come with so many blows to the head. Suddenly, though, Kyle Shane, affording a sudden mix of determination that only a tough decision can come to, starts walking over to the turnbuckles. He catches Tyler Scott's eye, and he shouts at Tyler. Tyler, still sitting on the top rope, looks down at Kyle, who tells him that he's screwing up his field. Tyler Scott has no idea what Kyle is on about, but Kyle's distraction irks him. He motions for Kyle to get the hell out of his sight. Suddenly, their argument is cut short as Gabriel beans Tyler in the head rather stiffly, knocking Tyler so hard that he almost falls off, but slumps down to a seated position on the top rope. His body therefore gives no more resistance when Gabriel pulls his head out in midair, and he hooks Tyler's head under his arm as he sits on the rope with him, before taking Tyler down with a sick looking headlock driver from the top rope. Jerry Andrews: And Gabriel comes in with the Word of the Lord!! Ace Anderson: That looked especially painful from the top rope, Tyler Scott got pounded into the mat like a railroad spike. Gabriel bobs his head and motions for the referee to come in, as Kyle's mouth is wide open. He's not shocked, per se, but he is perturbed that it's come to this. He grimaces and turns his head away from the distasteful sight as Gabriel makes the pin. Jerry Andrews: An assist to Gabriel from... Kyle Shane? I don't get it... Ace Anderson: The greatest enemy of Seromine and his followers just helped one of their own! The referee: One... Two... Three!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round... GABRIEL!! Icemann Invitational Tournament Preliminary Round Match High Tide vs Seromine Seromine is pulled up and brought back down to earth with a Falcon Arrow! Destiny slams her hands frantically on the apron, pleading with hubby to get back up. High Tide is still favoring his throat during all of this. Seromine finds himself eating a slingshot now, one that sends him face first to the corner. Spaghetti legged, he turns and takes a spear!! High Tide backs to the opposite corner. He runs...cannonball splash!! Seromine is slumped in the ropes. Destiny races to try and pull him out of the ring. High Tide manages to get him away before she reaches. He gets a death stare for his tactic. Seromine is pulled to his feet. Tide kicks him in the gut. He slowly climbs the buckles. Seromine stands back up… High Tide sends himself into the camera flashes with a shooting star…he winds up landing on his feet as the DDT portion of OFF THE PLANK misses. DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TURNS HIGH TIDE INSIDE OUT! Holy cow, Seromine put everything he had behind that one. He remains down on his hands and knees, trying to gather where he is for a minute or two. He side eyes the crushed High Tide and it’s like a light goes off in his head. High Tide is ripped onto his feet and pulled into a short-arm clothesline. A vicious looking DDT realigns his spine to complete ASHES TO ASHES! Seromine rolls over for the pin. 1! 2! 3! The bell is called for. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, Seromine! Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 April 24, 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament Quarterfinal Match Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©) vs Gabriel Jerry Andrews: Stormm lands the Force of Nature!! So annoyed at the intended nut shot and punch to the face was Michaels that he hits the move and then goes for the cover. But, of course, Tyrone the referee is still down and probably done for the night. So when Stormm lays in for the cover after the Force of Nature, he looks confident for two seconds as the crowd counts along joyously. The crowd (but not the referee): ONE... TWO... THREE... Stormm sees the problem now, and he angrily gets to his feet. Jerry Andrews: Stormm had this match won!!! He grabs the fallen tween sized ref by the shirt and starts trying to shake him back to life but the man's head lolls like a ragdoll. In the commotion, another referee is finally coming to run down to ringside. The new referee goes over to Stormm, yelling at him to put Tyrone the old ref down. Stormm flings his arms at him, yelling at him in frustration. It is at that moment that Gabriel slyly sneaks in and rolls him up with a schoolboy. The new ref enters the ring on a side facing away from Stormm's backside and Gabriels' pin, not noticing Gabriel has a handful of Stormm's tights. Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute Ace, Gabriel has the tights, he has the tights!! The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round of The Icemann Invitational Tournament... GABRIEL!!! Icemann Invitational Tournament Quarterfinal Match Seromine vs Darren "Monster" Silvaira Darren appears ready to put the preacher down, when suddenly he roars in pain. Darren reaches behind his right knee. Destiny flashes a pair of poison dipped hatpins in her hand. The very kind that Nathan Saniti used a few times on her husband (as well as other rivals) when he was around. The malicious smile on her face is a lasting image. She managed to jab the weapon like the fangs of a snake. She receives nuclear boos for her underhanded tactic. The referee notices Darren losing control of his balance. Temporary paralysis isn’t far behind. He looks at Destiny for answers. She plays the innocence card by drawing a halo around her head and shooting a wink. Destiny waves goodbye to Darren in the most insincere way as she lovingly informs Seromine as to what she did. Whatever pain he had been feeling. Whatever trouble he had found himself in. Has melted away. His laugh is sinister. They had a plan to stop Darren cold and it was just executed. There is an exchanged “I love you!” between them. Ace Anderson: Genius! Sheer Genius! Jerry Andrews: Seromine and Destiny make me sick. You have to wonder what may be in store for Gabriel. Or what Gabriel will even do since he could be moments away from facing his false prophet of a leader at Living a Legacy! Darren had this won, damnit! Seromine clutches his midsection as he slowly rises to his feet. After stretching his back, he confidentially walks to Darren to inform him he’ll say a prayer for his soul. Unable to defend himself, Darren is muscled onto his knees. Seromine hits the ropes, returning with a diving discus clothesline. Darren is folded backwards. Seromine leans over and pulls him right a skull crushing, spine realigning DDT. A variation of his ASHES TO ASHES finisher, but a finisher none the less. Darren is slowly pulled out to the middle of the ring, preventing his length from possibly sticking out under the ropes. Seromine takes the pinfall. “PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!” 1. 2. 3. The referee calls for the bell as Seromine basks in the jeers. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, Seromine!

The scene returns to ringside.

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

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

Sasha Greene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds, GABRIEL!

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

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

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

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

Sasha Greene: And his opponent…

A darkened arena is greeted with the mysterious guitar sounds of Steven Severin and John McGeoch that opens “Spellbound” by Siouxsie and the Banshees. Simulated candle flicker moves in rhythm with the song. Siouxsie Sioux welcomes with her opening vocals, while Budgie provides jangling support for the bass and acoustic guitars using a tambourine. His drumming joins in tandem with both guitars as the song really begins to take off at the twenty-six second mark.

Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. He weighs two hundred and forty pounds. Being accompanied by Destiny Willard, here is SEROMINE!

Destiny leads her husband from behind the curtain. She’s dancing along with Siouxsie’s hypnotic vocals while miming some of the lyrics and girlishly playing with her double french braids. He is dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to the appearance. The left side of his face is painted pale white. A black cross has also been painted from the side of his head down to his cheek. She is wearing a knee length fit and flare black dress with black leggings underneath. On her feet are black heels. The entranced duo make their way to the ring, ignoring the loud negative reaction they are receiving.

He lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bowtie on. As the lights return to normal, Destiny kisses her husband while he holds the ropes open for her. She exits to ringside as they wait for the match to begin.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Semifinal Match
Singles Match
Gabriel vs Seromine
Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry Andrews: This is a bizarre one. Gabriel has been by Seromine's side for over a year, as you saw in that video package. Will he actually fight his "Lord?" I've been hearing some rumors that he may just step aside and let Seromine reach the final!

Ace Anderson: That would be a disgrace, for sure.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The battle of leader and follower has finally arrived. There is an energy in the crowd translating into the question of “what will Gabriel do?” Seromine hasn’t budget an inch, instead staring down his close ally with a wide smile on his face and arms outstretched. Gabriel, for his part, has an anxious aura, unsure of what to do. Seromine steps away from the corner without losing his pose. Destiny watches while stalking along ringside. Gabriel goes into prayer. When he lifts his head and opens his eyes, Seromine is right there in front of him. Gabriel’s shoulder slump. He turns and gets out of the ring. The fans are booing while watching this.

Ace Anderson: He's actually just leaving...

Seromine halts Gabriel, saying ‘TRUST ME’ while projecting confidence that he’s going to win this match. Seromine holds the ropes open so Gabriel can re-enter. Gabriel, in surveying the fans who once loved him, looks towards Seromine...and Destiny. Gabriel decides to climb back into the ring. Seromine drops the ropes and returns to outstretching his arms with a venomous smile.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on... just have a match!

Seromine...turns his back to Gabriel. He motions his wife over to request a steel chair. Destiny retrieves one (after pushing Sasha Greene off), returning to hand it to him. Destiny glowers in Gabriel’s direction and, in a sense, mocks the prayer he had done. Seromine spins around to offer the weapon to Gabriel. The referee is having no part of it, but Seromine warns him not to get involved. He turns his head back to the conflicted follower. Seromine forces Gabriel to take hold of the weapon, saying “TRUST ME!” as he turns his back to him. Gabriel grips the chair. The fans have actually rallied behind him.

Gabriel can’t bring himself to strike his Lord. He refuses to resort to sinning. Gabriel instead gives the referee the chair to discard. Destiny peeks through the ropes. Seromine meets her gaze. “NOW!” she mouths. Seromine spins on his foot as he drills Gabriel with a stiff forearm to the head. Gabriel staggers into the ropes as Seromine moves in to punish his mistake. Clubbing blows find their target, each one laced with stiffness. Seromine shoves Gabriel’s face into the ropes. He forces his mouth open with a fishhook. Seromine slowly drags it across the top rope. Seromine let’s him go. Gabriel cups his mouth, wincing at the rope burn. Seromine kicks the air right out of his sails, hitting him square in the chest with the side of his foot. Gabriel is dropped to a knee.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine certainly doesn't have a problem with fighting Gabriel.

Ace Anderson: He wants to make the final. Plain and simple. Gabriel needs to get focused.

Seromine aggressively pulls him away to land a snap suplex. He sits up smiling the same smile he had before. Slowly his arms are stretched out. The ref is down to count a pin, seeing that Seromine’s right knee is actually on Gabe.

1!

Gabriel kicks out. Seromine laughs. Gabriel is brought to his feet and ran head first to a corner. Seromine launches him just far enough that instead of the turnbuckle pad, he gets the top of the ring post. Gabriel stumbles into a leaping German suplex! Seromine flips over onto his belly. A confident look on his face while he studies Gabriel clutching his neck. Seromine pulls him up to jam his elbow right into said neck, knowing he had it repaired years ago. He takes Gabriel by the seam of his pants and runs him between the buckles, putting his head like a dart into the ring post. Shock waves tingle through his system as Gabriel falls back over.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine showing little regard or mercy for one of his own.

Ace Anderson: Hey, he offered Gabriel a free shot, and he refused to take it. Seromine is here to advance. Gabriel is going to get a reminder of that.

Seromine drags him to the center of the ring. ABSOLUTION STOMP is unloaded. All eighteen stomps work their way up and down Gabriel’s fused spine. Seromine wildly drops to his level. He gets right in his face about the pain he is feeling and expressing. Destiny can be heard mocking him off to the side. Seromine forces Gabriel to look in her direction. She’s as maniacal as her husband. Seromine rips Gabriel up. He goes for an Irish whip. The rough impact Gabriel collides with brings him running out…WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Seromine is dropped instantly. The two men meet again. Gabriel fires off shots to his head, fighting through the inflicted punishment. Seromine finds himself taking a run. Back body drop!

Gabriel brings Seromine up by the hair. He takes him face first to a corner. Then a second. Then a third. Finally, the fourth. Seromine then is sent packing over the top rope! Gabriel falls to a knee. He half-hearted goes into prayer, but feels the ramifications on his back muscles. Destiny is at her husband’s side, helping him up, as they take taunting verbal abuse among the cheering and chants of GABRIEL. Seromine grips the skirt of the ring, his eyes are as wide as saucers. Portions of his face paint are missing.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve got ourselves a match now!

Seromine charges back in, hitting Gabriel with a busaiku knee kick. He scores with a double stomp to the midsection. In a display of leg strength and possibly an invisible pogo, he leaps a second time in transition, this time landing on Gabriel’s face. He yanks him by the arm. Gabriel reverses a whip, but hangs onto Seromine. He brings him right into an uppercut, turning Seromine around. He wrenches his right arm and follows with a hook kick. Seromine rolls himself out of the ring before Gabriel can follow on that. Destiny starts to make her way to his side, but Gabriel cuts her off at the pass. The look she gives could kill. If stares were possible.

He walks over to Seromine, giving him a surprise meeting to the barricade. Gabriel tries to hit his half hatch knee strikes, but Seromine blocks after a pair. Gabriel takes a chop the Adam’s apple and a drop toe hold into the barricade himself. Seromine pushes the back of Gabe’s head into the floor with as much force as he can possibly give. Gabriel tries to fight this off, but Seromine is able to pin his arms down by putting his knees in the bend. Destiny alerts him to the count (5) which gets him to take things back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Was Seromine trying to break his head? Vicious piece of business.

Ace Anderson: God told him to do it, Jerry. Seromine is just carrying out the commandments.

Jerry Andrews: One of which being ‘Thou shalt not kill, by the way.

Ace Anderson: So Seromine shouldn’t kill with his kindness? I’ll tell him that.

Gabriel is sent HARD into the corner chest first. Seromine hits the ropes. He meets him on the rebound with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse. Gabriel drops like a sack of potatoes. Seromine confidently stands to tell everyone “I AM THE LORD AND SAVIOR!” while returning a smile and outstretched arms. The fans, naturally, let him know how they feel with a massive negative reaction and some single finger gestures. Seromine turns his attention back to Gabriel. He helps him to his feet before pulling him right into an arm-trap neckbreaker! Seromine rolls over to get a pin out of things.

1!

2!

Gabriel has no trouble kicking out. Seromine looks the ref in the eyes over it. Then Gabriel. Like he was supposed to take the three. Seromine has his Fisherman’s suplex attempt blocked. Gabriel throws forearms into his stomach until freed. Then he works up to his head. Seromine is rocked back into the corner. Gabriel unloads closed fists into his head. Seromine pokes him in the eyes to halt all of that. Gabriel takes a face full of boot instead of turnbuckle and is next spun around. Seromine undoes his black ribbon bowtie while blocking the referee’s line of sight. Gabriel gets choked out in the corner with it! In the process is a subtle gesture that brings Destiny closer to the action.

Seromine lets the fabric slip out of the ring. He holds his hands up to show he wasn’t doing anything wrong, explaining “I was just making sure his neck was ok!” The referee can tell by the coughing and gasping that Seromine is deceptive. Story of the century there, folks. Destiny hops onto the apron as SHE continues where her husband left off. Only she takes a leap down off the apron while it is around his neck! Seromine can be heard complimenting the referee on keeping the match fair and down the middle.

After another subtle signal, Destiny lets Gabriel go, allowing him to fall and struggle for air. Seromine slithers around the referee as he punt kicks Gabe right in the throat. There’s enough force behind it that it takes him outside of the ring. Seromine reaches into his pocket to pull out another black ribbon. He promptly reties it through his collar while taking a tongue lashing from the faithful. Confident he has this, Seromine poses with a smile. He puts an arm around the referee’s shoulders, joining him on the count out of his follower.

Jerry Andrews: Classless as always. Seromine is a snake, plain and simple.

Ace Anderson: Seromine is giving Gabriel time to recuperate, Jerry! Killing him with the kindness you said he shouldn’t.

Gabriel claws his way back at the count of five, six, and finally seven. Seromine sits on the middle rope while pressing the top up. “Come back in, brother! You can TRUST ME!” Gabriel starts to actually slide under the bottom rope. Seromine’s ire is drawn. He pulls him up by the legs, falls over, which slingshots Gabriel throat first into the bottom rope. He struggles for air again as Seromine no longer seems to be playing nice guy. Seromine drags him away from the ropes to go for a pin.

1!

2!

Gabriel kicks out. Seromine’s look is stone cold as he disagrees with the count. Gabe is sent into the corner. Seromine charges and eats a pair of boots. He shakes it off and eats it again. The third time, Gabriel moves. Gabriel comes charging, but takes a discus clothesline for his troubles. Seromine unceremoniously pulls him to his feet. Northern lights suplex! A turn of the hips brings and Gabriel halts that plan! Seromine gets him halfway in the air, but Gabriel sandbags. He starts to club the cult preacher about the back and shoulders. Seromine is unable to escape clean before eating an implant DDT!

Gabriel gets a much needed breather while Seromine squirms around the ring, holding his head following the impact of everything. The fans start to rally behind Gabriel. Destiny slaps the ring, trying to get Seromine back on the offense. Little by little Gabe gets himself back up. Seromine, understandably, is quicker to that. Gabriel spins out of the way from a charging Serpentine Sermonizer. Gabriel starts to go boxer with his strikes. Seromine staggers to a corner, but Gabriel is there to keep pace. Stinging WOOO knife edge chops slice through the button up shirt of Seromine. Gabriel takes him by the hair only to whip him back around to put his face into the top turnbuckle. A waistlock finds Seromine being driven backwards with a release German suplex! Gabriel finds a new lease on life, ignoring the damage that had been done to his neck as he fires himself up.

He paces to Seromine, hooks him in the air, and takes him straight to hell with a blistering brainbuster! Seromine is rolled into more half hatch knee strikes now, with a punctuated running knee lift taking him out of his boots at the end. Gabriel whips Seromine into the corner. Running forearm smash is successful! He sends him to the opposite side and hits another. Then another. Then another. Seromine is left dazed and on wobbly legs. A sit-out powerbomb from Gabriel gets him a pin attempt!

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2!

Seromine kicks out much to the chagrin of the faithful. His paint is largely absent now, but not completely gone. Gabriel has Seromine on his feet. He sends him to the ropes, but then takes the opposite direction. A chop block at the intersection flips Seromine around in a mid-air cartwheel as he hangs onto his right knee. He frantically rolls out of the ring before Gabriel can get to him first. Gabriel follows him out! Seromine finds one of his haymakers blocked. Gabriel converts this into a whip to the steel steps. Seromine’s knee collides, sending him flipping right over. Gabriel starts to make his way over but with a watchful eye on the ever watchful Destiny Willard. Seromine pleads with his friend while scooting away from him.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel finally gets the upper hand and what does Seromine do? Beg for mercy. I love it!

Gabriel stops...he’s conflicted?! Seromine points at his knee saying that he’s injured and needs help. Gabriel looks at him, wanting to help, but unsure if he should. But the Lord did say TRUST HIM, right? Right. So he does just that. Destiny peeks from behind the ring post as he helps her husband to his feet. Seromine appears thankful while using him for a crutch. Gabriel’s goodwill stops at the point he has him upright. Back suplex! Seromine’s head collides with a thud off the floor. Gabriel rolls into the ring. The referee’s count has reached midway. Destiny sprints over to assist. She hisses in the direction of Gabriel, narrowing her eyes as she lovingly helps Seromine up and to the ring.

Gabriel drags Seromine back in by the hair. He stands him up...Dragon leg screw whip! Seromine is turned away from the ropes. FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! Destiny refuses to let that happen for very long while he fights the agonizing pain. She manages to sneak a rake of the eyes before the referee can spot what happened. Gabriel releases the submission. Seromine crawls away. He starts to massage his right knee. The referee questions Destiny about what happened. She shrugs and draws a halo around her head with a childlike smile. Seromine uses the ropes to get to his feet. Gabriel crawls right into harm’s way. Seromine reaches down to grab him. SMALL PACKAGE!

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3---KICKOUT!

The two men are back up. Gabriel blocks an incoming clothesline. Seromine is spun around. He flips out of a back suplex, but takes a knee when he lands. Gabriel quickly sees an opening. His right arm locks around his neck...THE WORD OF THE LORD!! Gabriel DRILLS one of his finishers. The crowd rises to their feet with roaring applause. Destiny looks white as a ghost from shock. Gabriel pulls Seromine out to the center of the ring. Leg gets hooked…

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2!

3!---NO! Seromine gets a SHOULDER off the mat! Gabriel is in disbelief. His head is lowered into his hands. His hands are then turned to prayer. There is something remorseful about the whole deal. Like Gabriel felt like he nearly cheated his Lord and Savior out of the right to advance. Gabriel’s conflict takes him out of the ring. His hands are at his hips as he talks to the heaven’s. He looks back at the downed Seromine, shaking his head, and profusely apologizing. Gabriel takes a slow walk towards the locker room!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GABRIEL?! You can beat him!!

Ace Anderson: He has yet to do just that, Jerry. Check your history.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah? Well there is a first time for everything!

Ace Anderson: And you say I’m biased…

Gabriel is halfway up the aisle. He ignores the noise around him. Inside of the ring, Seromine has stirred. Destiny watches what Gabriel is doing while she alerts Seromine to it. The referee is counting...Gabriel takes one more step towards the locker room, but then decides to return! He climbs back into the ring right before Destiny can get his feet. Gabriel is heard apologizing to Seromine. Only for Seromine to kick him in the gut. With Gabriel doubled over, Seromine hits a leaping package piledriver, HEAVEN’S GATE! Gabriel finds himself being pinned without remorse.

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!

Seromine is unable to follow up, however. Both men are down. The count starts all over. When Seromine and Gabriel do get back up, they take turns of trading shots. It breaks down into a slugfest! Seromine pokes him viciously in the eyes. Gabriel is shoved into the ropes. He’s caught in a full nelson, but refuses to go any further. Seromine is kicked in the right knee, forcing a release. Gabriel spins around. Seromine hangs on to the top rope. Gabriel decides to let him go. Seromine takes a second to glance back. His spinning back fist is ducked under. Reverse DDT! Gabriel has him pinned!

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2!

Foot on the ropes! There is no regret this time. Gabriel pulls Seromine up by his tie. Seromine is shot into the corner. Double knees! Seromine looks ready to fall, but Gabriel pushes him back. He climbs the middle ropes, leans Seromine’s head back and unloads with ten punches. What face paint had remained on Seromine’s face no longer is there. Seromine stumbles like a drunk out of the corner. He manages to shake it off. He turns to face Gabriel. He shoots the same smile he had at the start of the match. His arms are stretched in the air. He falls face first into the mat. Destiny is beside herself with concern outside of the ring. Gabriel retrieves Seromine. Irish whip to the ropes. No, reversed! Seromine nearly DECAPITATES Gabriel from out of nowhere with a discus lariat. Gabriel remains folded following that one. Even Jerry Andrews is cringing. Seromine is heard laughing fiendishly. He has his arms stretched out towards the ropes. Destiny skips over to him. She has a long enough reach that she can pull him over to her. The referee issues a warning. She has a few words for him.

Seromine lays his head against the middle rope. Destiny whispers in his ear while he stretches his right leg out. He also favors his head momentarily. Grabbing the top rope, Seromine pulls himself up. He brings Gabriel to his feet. Gabriel is ran across the ring and sent out out to the floor. Seromine takes one look, runs the ropes, and comes flying outside with a suicide BLOCKBUSTER! Gabriel’s head and neck collide with the unforgiving floor while Seromine barrel rolls with momentum. He takes a chance to get a breather. Hearing the booing of the fans, he tells them to “REPENT YOUR SINS!” which further draws their ire. Seromine slowly gets back up, bringing Gabriel with him. He leads him to the ring and then sets him on the apron. Seromine ignores everything the ref has to say. Gabriel is doubled over.

Jerry Andrews: What is Seromine doing here…?

Ace Anderson: Oh, I don’t like the look of this…

Gabriel is partially lifted in the air for a piledriver. He kicks his legs to prevent it. Seromine clubs him in the back and tries again. Gabriel balks and nearly has a back body drop! Seromine looks to where Destiny is and gives a slight nod to her. She smiles and is up on the apron away from the action. Seromine takes it upon himself to tell the referee about that! He has no option but to do his job. Seromine uses this to lift Gabriel’s head up...POISON MIST! GABRIEL IS BLINDED! Seromine aggressively pulls Gabriel back down, lifts him, and in one leap, PILEDRIVES HIM OFF THE ARPON!! Gabriel sells it like he is seizing, drawing some horrified guffaws from the faithful and LOUD, LOUD, LOUD BOOS for Seromine. Destiny, having seen her job is done, politely obliges with the request.

Jerry Andrews (concerned): Seromine may have re-injured Gabriel’s neck!!

Seromine powers the dead weighted Gabriel under the bottom rope after clearing his face of the red mist. He confidently slides back in after. FUCK YOU, SEROMINE! Chants have come down in droves. Gabriel may be hated too, but his history injury is well known. Seromine drags Gabriel to the middle of the ring, but leaves him there. He requests a microphone. Destiny rips it out of Sasha’s hands. She hands it to Seromine, who looks around at the faithful.

“Brothers and Sisters!” the booing doesn’t cease. Seromine smiles as he slowly paces around the ring. “GOD spoke to me just now! YOU ALL CAN GO TO HELL!!” Seromine’s prophetic message drips with anger. The microphone is tossed out of the ring and now his focus is back on the fallen Gabriel. Seromine points to the referee. He orders him to make the count while arrogantly planting a foot on Gabe’s chest. That same smile. That same pose. That same…

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!!

YES! Gabriel KICKED OUT! Not get a shoulder. He physically had the strength to kick out of that so-called pin. Seromine is in disbelief! He looks down at Gabriel with his eyes closed. Seromine goes into a prayer of his own, asking GOD for forgiveness for what he has to do. Seromine brings Gabriel to his hands and knees before rolling out to the apron. Seromine grabs the top rope, waits for Gabriel to stand, and then….CYANIDE PUNCH! GABRIEL MEETS HIM MID-AIR WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!! Both are down, having blasted one another with a massive forearm smash!! The referee starts his count on them.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Seromine starts to move!

5…

6…

7…

Gabriel stirs!

8…

They are almost up!

9…

They are on their feet! A right from Seromine. A left from Gabriel. A left from Seromine. A right from Gabriel. Seromine’s uppercut is countered! Gabriel turns him around, drops and gets a backslide!

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!

Seromine rolls through. Gabriel ducks under a clothesline. Seromine counters one in return with a swinging neckbreaker! Seromine isn’t done there. He keeps Gabriel held, transitioning into a second swinging neckbreaker! He pivots again. Gabriel halts the momentum of the third. NECKBREAKER ON SEROMINE! They wind up with a double pin as they cover each other with an arm…

1!

2!

3---BOTH KICKOUT!

Jerry Andrews: ALMOST had a draw there!

Ace Anderson: No, Jerry. I saw Gabriel with his shoulders down. He would have lost. Seromine’s own momentum carried him to that.

Both are able to get back to their feet with neither having an advantage. Seromine takes one, however, sending Gabriel shoulder first into the ring post. With what can be considered as ‘divine intervention’ Seromine finds a second wind. He stalks over to Gabriel, pulls him away from the corner, swings him around and BLASTS him with a short-arm clothesline. Seromine rips Gabriel back up...ASHES TO ASHES! The boos deafen. Destiny is celebratory as things look to be over now. It’s about to be Seromine in the final! Seromine’s smile is wide and glorious as he gives thanks to GOD! Seromine is in such a great place that he even shakes the referee’s hand, complementing him on a job well done. Seromine leans back against Gabriel like he were a human couch. With his arms out like a crucifix, the ref gets into position for the count.

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3!

NO! NO! NO! NOT SO FAST, SEROMINE!!

Jerry Andrews: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! GABRIEL KICKED OUT!

Ace Anderson: The look on Seromine and Destiny’s faces are a kodak moment. They are in pure SHOCK!

Seromine is not just shocked, he’s downright outraged! He slowly cranes his head around at the referee, verbally abusing him about the count. Seromine walks him back on his feet, arguing the count. The referee is having none of it, telling him Gabriel beat the count. Seromine tugs at his hair. He turns back to Gabriel. He brings him to his feet. Seromine leaps over the top rope. Springboard...CYANIDE PUNCH HITS FULL FORCE! Seromine rolls Gabriel onto his back and hooks the legs for a cover!

1!

2!

3---GABRIEL REFUSES TO DIE!

The faithful are really rallying behind the former fan favorite now. If for no other reason than they want Seromine to lose. Seromine is seething. The ring gets a dose of abuse as once more he argues with the count. Destiny vents from her ringside spot, but the referee once more explains how things are. This time Seromine shoulder bumps him on a frantic climb up to the top rope. HIGH ELEVATION FROG SPLASH! Seromine goes for a roll as he holds onto his stomach. His feet kick about as the air is driven not only out of Gabriel, but himself as well. Seromine scoots on his right hip to Gabriel. This time he hooks the legs AND grabs a portion of his pants for added leverage.

1!

2!

3---GABRIEL IS STILL ALIVE!

Seromine has had enough of this. He powers Gabriel to his feet. Seromine gets right in his face, calling him a SINNER and a SOLDIER OF SATAN! Seromine rears back only to have his punch blocked from the right. Blocked from the left. Gabriel starts to mount a fiery comeback of his own. Seromine is tossed into the ropes...running high knee meets him. Seromine’s head snaps back. Gabriel whips him again. Elbow smash! Seromine is lead away from the ropes. Gabriel bridges his arms behind him, butterfly suplex! Seromine is transitioned onto his feet, double arm DDT! Gabriel covers!

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3—NO!

The exasperation of the crowd is joined by that of Gabriel himself. He favors his neck as he slowly pulls himself to his feet. Seromine is aided to his. Gabriel brings him to a corner as he muscles him to the top. Gabriel takes his time getting his feet set on the center ropes. Gabriel one hops in the air, legs wrap around Seromine for a hurican---OR NOT! Seromine hangs onto the top ropes. Gabriel whiplashes into the middle and bottom turnbuckles. Seromine leans over to pull him upright by the shirt. Gabriel is wide eyed as Seromine has him for a powerbomb. He leaps in the air, GABRIEL COUNTERS WITH A MID-AIR HURRICANRANA! Seromine is completely folded over with his feet touching the canvas. A frantic Gabriel counts with the referee.

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3!!

YES!

NO! NO! The match must continue! Seromine beat the count by a millisecond!! Gabriel is informed of his before his face gets buried in his hands. Destiny is relieved, but looks ready to have a heart attack as she frets outside of the ring. She tries to rally her husband back into the match. Gabriel reaches out to the ropes. Bottom, middle, top, he gets to his feet. Gabriel assists Seromine back up. Boot to the midsection, knee lift! Seromine, looking glassy eyed, is spun around into a bulldog.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is going for The Word of the Lord again!

Ace Anderson: Seromine never gave him any word to go for, Jerry! This is blasphemy!

Seromine fights it off the best he can. It takes several well placed shots to get freed. Gabriel’s midsection is met with a spinning back kick, doubling him over. Seromine throws him into the corner. He channels his inner Great Muta with a handspring back elbow. Gabriel falls into the waiting arms of Seromine. Fireman’s Carry. Seromine slowly walks to the center. Gabriel is spun around...he counters into BELIEVE! Seromine is dropped like a bomb with one of his signatures! Gabriel is down. Seromine is out. But Gabriel, somehow, someway, manages to reach his feet (teeth gritting determination). Gabriel wipes the sweat off his face. He uses the ropes for assistance to move around the ring. Seromine is slow to stir. Destiny is starting to gear up to get involved if she has to…

Gabriel patiently waits. He’s ready to put Seromine down and take his spot in the finals. The Serpentine Sermonizer begins to take the slow ascension. Seromine stumbles towards the referee after turning around. He grabs and punches the referee right in the face! The official falls down from the force. Seromine completely ignores Gabriel as he rolls out of the ring. Fans let him hear it. Destiny comes over to assist him. The referee calls for the bell!!

Jerry Andrews: Seromine was BEAT! He intentionally got himself disqualified just to avoid Gabriel pinning him!

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match via disqualification, Gabriel!

"There's a World" by Neil Young plays. Gabriel has his arm raised. He gives a momentary look at the referee’s condition before his gaze turns to the departing Seromine and Destiny. They look back for the slightest of seconds before turning their attention around to the walk ahead.

The scene switches backstage to show Kyle Shane, in warmup mode for his up-coming World Title defense against Tyler Scott. It's a dark back hallway, off the main route in the arena, used for venue storage and things like that. It's lit by overhead lamps. Kyle is in his boots, kick-pads, and short trunks with a simple black hoodie and white strings as he stretches his hammy's and quads, taking several cleansing breaths. The World Title belt is sitting on top of a UPS packaging box that has been delivered to Kyle off to one side. Kyle looks like he is getting focused, and he nods to himself, when suddenly, he sees a large group of people approaching down the hallway.

Kyle Shane: Who's there?

The camera identifies the group of people as they step closer... and it's every single one of the production workers, assistants, backstage hands and trainers that had taken part in Kyle's TIIT Betting Pool over the past 3 or so Trauma's. All of them, Vijay the producer's assistant, the EMT girl, the black stage hands, all nearly a dozen of them. Kyle's lip curls.

Kyle Shane: Oh, it's you traitors. Come to tell me who won your little side bets? Come to flaunt your ill-earned, not given to me money in my face? What do all of you want?

A couple of them look at each other glumly, almost guiltily, as if they'd had a hard round table about it and they feel awful. One of the trainers steps forward.

Trainer Jeff: Actually, Kyle... we wanted to apologize for all of us making a bet on who was going to beat you.

EMT Girl Misty: Yeah... and for me goading you into trying to get into the Last Chance Battle Royale and making yourself look like an idiot.

Production Assistant Tadarius: Yeah, man... listen, we were wrong.

Backstage prop master Conner: Honestly, we loved your betting pool, even when you were taking all the money from us.

Backstage catering worker Tristan: Yeah, Kyle, it... brought us all together. Like, the best time we ever had at work was when we were all hanging out, shooting the shit and placing our picks, and we owe all that to you.

Production Assistant Vijay: Without you Mister Kyle, this would not be a joyful workplace, and the Betting Pool was all your idea. You gave us our happiness and we repaid you with our betrayals, sir.

Kyle doesn't know what to say. He's absurdly touched. He smiles and mimes wiping a tear from his eye.

Kyle Shane: Aw, man, you guys are the best group of chumps I've ever known. So you really had fun doing this the entire tournament? Does that mean you want to do Betting Pool 2 next year when the TIIT brackets are released?

The group hems and haws, it's obvious some people think it's a dodgy idea, but some have a look of "Well...."

Sound guy Warren: No, we can't, the HR department said there was going to be no more betting at Pure Class Wrestling shows...

Kyle Shane: That doesn't mean we can't meet in the parking lot of a Denny's or some shit, though...

Tina, the uptight producer who dissented in the first Betting Pool segment, shakes her head, and she steps forward, providing a warming hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Tina: No, we just- we came to say that we believe in you. Tonight, when you face Tyler Scott, we aren't rooting for you to get beat anymore; You have been the heart and soul of us, the man working for all of us to get something exciting in our lives, and we give you our full support. Tonight, we are placing our bets on you, our faith in you... putting our money on you winning and retaining the World title. We believe in you, Kyle.

With that, one by one, the backstage workers step up to Kyle, hand him a twenty dollar bill or whatever cash they have on him, slapping it in his hand as he looks on, dumbfounded.

Production assistant Vijay: I believe in you, Mister Kyle. *hands money*

EMT girl Misty: I believe in you, Kyle. *hands money*

Trainer Jeff: I believe in you, Kyle. *hands money*

Backstage prop master Conner: I believe in you, Kyle. *hands money*

Production Assistant Tadarius: I don't want to believe in you, you cocky, arrogant cracker... you took my baby's child support money... But... on the other hand, you are a good guy when it comes to paying out on the right bet... and you can hook a brother up with some good weed. Fuck. I believe in you, cracker. *hands money*

Kyle is smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, in a special about learning about the magic of family or something like that, as he holds the many dollar bills close to his chest. He heaves out a sigh of contented happiness. Then, he places a friendly hand on their shoulders.

Kyle Shane: Do you want to see what I bought with your money, boys and girls?

He turns to the UPS box, ripping open the tape and unwrapping it. It emits a warm blue glow in the dark of the hallway, and many of the backstage workers crowd around the opened box, looking down, as Kyle stands by, arms folded over his chest in pride.

Assembled workers: OOOOOOOH.

Kyle Shane: Got it special for tonight. It's gonna be awesome.

The camera pans back as the assembled backstage workers all crowd around to look in the box, and they are lit by the otherworldly blue glow from within. The scene switches to a video package.

Pure Class Wrestling Mass Destruction VIII March 18, 2018 Wasp and High Tide vs Braddock and Hiroshi Yukio 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 Anderson: Here comes Trouble once again, this time to help out her friends! 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. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 Sunday May 24, 2018 A Perfect Circle serenades Grimm’s exit out of the ring. The referee leaps out to raise his arm high, as Kentucky’s own moves on to the semi-finals at Living a Legacy. But will it be Stacy Jones or Dominator that he’ll meet? Alexa Black has climbed into the ring to check on the fallen sumo...when all of a sudden… Ace Anderson: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?? High Tide has shown up through the crowd. While Grimm is making his departure, Tide puts throws Alexa over the top rope. He then puts Yukio down with an Off the Plank! Getting himself a little measure of revenge for prior assaults. Tide exits back through the crowd with a strut. Ace Anderson: He just signed his death warrant, Jerry. Jerry Andrews (excitedly): Perhaps. Or perhaps Yukio and Alexa are sleeping with the fishes! Did you, just once, ever consider that?!

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

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: 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 opponent.

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: And his opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 195 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...is BLOCKED by Hiroshi Yukio! High Tide moves around the safer parts of the ring, but every place he goes, Yukio is there to bar him from getting into the ring. The referee has no choice but to get involved. Yukio ties him up by drawing his attention into a conversation about why he refuses to let the pirate into the ring (something about smelling alcohol – demands a breathalyzer – but that can’t be confirmed).

Singles Match
Hiroshi Yukio vs High Tide
Referee: Charles Lim

Jerry Andrews: There is no honor in what Hiroshi is doing here. Alexa Black has really corrupted him.

Ace Anderson: Corrupted? More like turn him loose. Hiroshi is bigger than just about everyone else on the roster, and now he can channel that for his own gains!

Jerry Andrews: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

Alexa Black has taken it upon herself to attack High Tide! All of this while Yukio continues to keep the referee from seeing the assault. Alexa is getting herself a measure of payback for what took place at Trauma. The booing comes loud and fast as she works Tide into vicious trips to everything not bolted down. She even takes the time to rip a sign in half which read, ‘ALEXA BLACK IS A FECKLESS CUNT!’ She jaws with front row fans as High Tide is left in a heap. Referees and other PCW officials have raced down to confront her.

Jerry Andrews: This bullshit stinks to high heaven! Alexa Black just couldn’t help herself. She just HAD to get involved, didn’t she? The match hasn’t even officially begun and already---

Ace Anderson (interrupting): Do you need a safe space, snowflake? High Tide started this when he decided to put his hands on her! Karma has a new name and it’s Alexa Black!

Jerry Andrews: Who is getting TRANQUILIZED!! I don’t believe what I’m seeing!

Sure enough, Alexa Black, who everyone knows is dangerous with a capital DANGEROUS, has been shot with a dart like she were a rabid wild animal. Fans are not only cheering this treatment, they also find it hilarious. This allows officials to place her in a straitjacket and haul her off on a gurney with further restraints! Yukio practically shoves the referee out of the way as he angrily goes after High Tide. The pirate staggers to his feet…

Only to be CRUSHED into the barricade by a running sumo. Tide is sent flying to the far side of the ring via air hip toss. Tide does a few rolls before he comes to a complete stop. Yukio power walks to him. High Tide is lifted with absolute ease. He finds himself being gorilla pressed into the air and launched right over the top rope. After Yukio climbs into the ring, the bell is sounded.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Yukio picks his spot. Tide is picked up like a small child and ran back and forth to every corner like he were inside of a pinball machine. #TILT. Yukio squeezes with all of his might. High Tide’s agony is compounded by his need for air. On the defensive early, and already being taken apart, he tries to find a way to free himself. Yukio is impervious to his futile efforts. He responds by flipping around to drive him into the canvas with a massive belly to back suplex. Hiroshi decides to go for the early pin and in doing so, places a single finger on Tide’s chest.

1.

2.

KICKOUT.

High Tide is not going to the depths of Davie Jones’ locker like that. Yukio is beside himself as this means he gets to continue to pick him apart. But if High Tide insists, right? Tide is rolled to a corner and left to lay back on the bottom turnbuckle to count the swimming fishes around his head. Yukio cooly walks to the other side. He yells something in his native tongue before roaring across. Running hip attack! NO! High Tide has slipped through before disaster. Yukio didn’t take the full impact, sensing something like that would happen. He pulls Tide up by one hand. But the pirate is ready to fire on all cannons. Yukio is thrown off his game by a spirited attack targeting his torso. Tide, ignoring the damage down to his insides, stomps BOTH of his feet to lower Yukio’s center of gravity.

Tide does what he does best. Take flight! He hits the springboard and scores with a leg drop across the neck of the former Yokozuna. Hiroshi has his head slammed onto the mat. But he sits right back up. High Tide starts throwing dropkicks while he has things somewhat fair. Yukio brushes it off the best he can. Tide has one effort swatted away, but that only allows Yukio to reach a knee. Jumping heel kick rolls Yukio onto his back! Tide mounts and fires a ground and pound. Hiroshi presses him into the air. High Tide rolls away and is up quicker than expected.

Yukio finds himself being turned around in a swinging neckbreaker. But wait. He stops it mid-turn. High Tide takes a headbutt to the back of his neck, dropping him instantly. Yukio hurdles him a short distance into the corner. Big splash! High Tide slumps down. Yukio wastes little time in another attempt at the running hip attack.

It hits!

High Tide is loopy following the whiplash. Yukio isn’t done there. He hits ANOTHER for good measure. Or it could be to make up for the first one failing. Hiroshi shoots a menacing grin at the fans while basking in the booing. Will there be one more out of anger for Alexa Black being removed? YOU BET THERE WILL BE. High Tide finds the hardest impact on that. This time his limp body is slingshotted far enough that he won’t have the ropes to save him. Yukio drops for a cover and again, uses just a single finger. The referee may not like it, but the pin is legal and must be counted.

1.

2.

KICKOUT.

Yukio’s eyes widen. He grabs the referee by the collar, refusing to let go as he orders a redo.

1.

2.

KICKOUT.

The fans start to rally behind High Tide. What was once thought to be a stable war between two sides they had no love for, has since dwindled over the weeks to just the two men inside of the ring. Yukio shoves the referee out of his sight, angered by the counts and High Tide not knowing when to just stay down. Tide is whipped into the corner with impact. He grasps the ropes while his body angles forward. Hiroshi charges in with an attempted super kick! Tide drops to his hands and knees, allowing Yukio’s own momentum to betray him as his leg gets caught on the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi has found himself in an uncompromising spot! If High Tide can find some true grit, he could make the big man pay for the mistake.

Ace Anderson: This isn’t the movies and while he has more experience in the ring, High Tide has no idea wether he is on the Port or Starboard side of the ship. Yukio has made him pay dearly and I doubt that will change!

High Tide tries his best to get to his feet, but the damage is hampering the efforts. He does manage to take partial advantage of Yukio’s position. High Tide dropkicks the outstretched quadricep as Yukio is in the process of getting freed. Yukio swings wildly but finds nothing but air as Tide uses some speed to avoid the reach. He moves around, jumps on the top rope and comes down with double stomp to the right leg. Yukio is yanked down under the pressure. He immediately clutches at his right leg while High Tide takes a breather. Yukio scoots away from danger. High Tide hits another high flying assault, this time landing a moonsault! Yukio is pushed into a sitting position. High Tide gives him a headbutt, but catches the effect of hitting the hard headed Japanese legend.

He manages to shake it off to deliver a clothesline. Tide runs the ropes and in the process of Yukio throwing his foot towards him, catches it and spins into an ankle lock! Hiroshi Yukio, in obvious pain and away from the ropes, reaches out for an assist. High Tide clamps on the pressure, but there is just waaay too much of Yukio’s power to be truly effective. Hiroshi rolls to his back, shoving High Tide back to the corner with a leg press from the left. High Tide finds the devastating effect of a single punch. It knocks him silly. As if a bouncer were throwing him out of the Golden Coin, he takes a tumble through the ropes, landing with a splat. Yukio favors his ankle, but has enough time to stretch the ligaments and massage his quad muscle to get his leg back into working order.

While the referee counts, Yukio rolls to the floor. High Tide is picked up like a human feather. He is ran the length of the ring and sent head over heels into the fourth row! Hiroshi halts the count at 4 while ignoring what the referee is saying. He has more important matters. Like bug squashing. Yukio climbs over the rail as he joins High Tide in the sea of fans. Hiroshi has no time or tolerance for their insignificant requests. Yukio shoves chair and fan alike out of the way as he PLOWS High Tide with a running shoulder tackle. Tide is then body slammed right on a pile of chairs. Yukio looks towards the ring. Tide is drug along the cement by his wrist. Make that FLUNG! The pirate corkscrew pins back onto the right side of things. Yukio LEAP FROGS over the rail and goes sliding in, then out, of the ring to again stop the count. This time at 7.

Jerry Andrews: Hiroshi Yukio can do things that are not typical for athletes of his size.

Ace Anderson: He might just show that as this progresses, Jerry. For High Tide’s sake, he better hope he doesn’t.

Tide is laid across Yukio’s shoulders. He begins to throw elbows into his ear! High Tide isn’t done yet. This forces Hiroshi to set him on the ring apron. An attempted knee is blocked. Tide is shoved down the edge of the ring, colliding with the steel connectors that connect the buckles to the ring post. Yukio comes running like a mad bull. Yukio finds a second wind. RUNNING SPEAR OFF THE APRON!! Yukio has an audible exhale as their bodies collide. Hiroshi is driven into the ring post, but does NOT go off his feet! Tide pulls himself back inside of the ring. The count continues…

3.

4.

5.

Yukio is partially on the apron when he takes a baseball slide to the gut. He brushes it off enough to wrap his arms around the legs. High Tide is aggressively pulled out and swung like he were a human Louisville slugger, right into the ring post. Yukio isn’t done there. He swings for the fences the other way into the ropes. The bounce off of them sends High Tide into a reverse back body drop. Tide is thrown into the ring. Hiroshi...climbs to the top rope??

Jerry Andrews: What in the name of the Land of the Rising Sun is Hiroshi doing??

Ace Anderson: I think...a tsunami warning is about to be issued…

High Tide isn’t the only one who can go aerial...Yukio licks his chops while he trash talks in Japanese. Fans are on their feet. Their booing has ceased for the time being as they too are wondering what the hell is about to happen. High Tide fights his way up, unaware of what awaits him. The moment the time comes...CANNONBALL SPLASH!! The chants of HOLY SHIT break out as Yukio somersaulted off the top rope to pick up the strike. It’s a Pay Per View, so why the hell not?? Yukio has actually barrel rolled through to his feet. He hits the corner and returns to score The Bombs Away! High Tide is rolled over as Yukio covers.

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!

Fans are STUNNED that High Tide, the toughest near two bucks in Pure Class Wrestling has somehow, someway, either voluntarily or by way of rigor mortis twitch, found a way to keep himself IN the match. Hiroshi is completely shocked. His disbelief is everyone. High Tide has his head ripped off the mat so Yukio can proceed to tongue lash him. The pirate is pulled onto his feet and shoved to the ropes. Pop Up Power---HURRICANRANA (attempted). High Tide gets the flip portion of it, but Yukio laughs at the pathetic attempt to take him down. Yukio waist locks him back into a powerbomb. He actually drives him against the ropes. High Tide swings his momentum and after several very stiff shots between the eyes, does he get the much larger foe over!!

LET’S GO TIDE!
LET’S GO TIDE!
LET’S GO TIDE!

Hiroshi is able to sit up quicker than some expect. Again, he looks beyond surprised. That surprise lowers to anger. He moves after High Tide. He leans down to get him when suddenly, High Tide says hello with a knee to the nose. Yukio is forced away as his eyes water. This allows the high flying Sea Man to find his bearings and get to the top turnbuckle. He has to hold onto the top rope as his balance is anything but good. Yukio shifts around. HALF MAST!

Yukio is still ON his feet!

High Tide digs deep to try again from the second corner. HALF MAST again!

Yukio is still ON his feet! But wavers.

From the third corner…HALF MAST!

The third time with a signature has to put Hiroshi down, right? Right. At least to a single knee!

High Tide fires himself up as he gets a couple of well placed shots on the teetering sumo. High Tide scales the buckles again and...OFF THE PLANK! High Tide HITS HIS FINISHER!!

Jerry Andrews: THIS IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN!!

High Tide frantically makes the cover. The ref gets into position. The faithful count.

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!

Yukio sends High Tide flying backwards with that one. Not as far as earlier, but still enough to show that he has strength left. High Tide’s celebration is cut short once he realizes the rum is all gone. Translation, he found out he didn’t get the three yet. High Tide winces in all sorts of pain while taking simple breaths. He thinks about what he could possibly do next. Without so much as a hesitation, he goes to the top rope AGAIN. This time...YUKIO RACES TO HIS FEET!! OSAKA OVERDRIVE! High Tide’s legs split the corner as he takes a rather uncomfortable fall. Somewhere, deep inside of his massive body, even Hiroshi has to be feeling that. Tide is hung feet-to-head in the corner with his cannonballs smarting. Yukio pushes back up. He turns around and starts to slowly climb the buckles, taking his time to carefully balance on the middle rope. High Tide is collected over his right shoulder…

Hiroshi stands upright with High Tide slumped like a sack of potatoes.

Yokohama Driver -FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE – IS COUNTED MID-AIR!!

High Tide SOMEHOW has enough brainpower to shift himself to get a semblance of his LAY WITH THE FISH finisher!! Midway between the leap and land, the adjustment allowed for a partial tilt-a-whirl into a narrow window of a DDT landing. High Tide goes rolling on the collision. Yukio sits upright for no less than ten seconds as his world falls apart. He collapses onto his back. High Tide claws his way over like treasure has just been found. He gets the PIN!

1!

2!

3!!

High Tide has done it! Fans are still in disbelief at the reversal of fortune, but otherwise are applauding the effort.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, High Tide!!

Jerry Andrews: I...What...How...did he do THAT?!

Ace Anderson: ...You’re asking me?! When you get the answer, how about you let me know?!

Jerry Andrews: That was a BIG win for High Tide. A big win that could lead to bigger things for him in the future.

Ace Anderson: Let’s not count out the effort of Hiroshi Yukio. One unbelievable counter is all that stopped him from spiking High Tide down to the Earth’s core.

Following his arm being raised in victory, High Tide collapses from sheer exhaustion and punishment. He gets some assistance to the locker room, but does show signs that he’ll be ok as the journey to the back commences, while Yukio stirs inside of the ring.

Pure Class Wrestling Mass Destruction VIII March 8, 2018 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. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 229 April 12, 2018 Backstage, Gerard Angelo is walking through the hallway, fresh from his match when he stops in his tracks, glaring at someone off camera. It pans to the left to show Tamika with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk curling her lip. The camera cuts back to Angelo and he spins to his left, swinging q wild right, and connects with an ambushing Braddock. The blow catches him off guard, staggering him, and Angelo immediately fires off another right jab.  Ace Anderson: Gerard trying his best to avoid getting jumped. Tamika strikes from behind with a double axe handle across his shoulders and neck. Gerard's brief flurry is halted in its tracks as Braddock spits yellow mist into the face of the Hollywood Hero, blinding him. Jerry Andrews: Angelo has drawn the ire of Braddock and his Circus mates. Tamika slams Gerry's face into the wall while Braddock laughs before planting a boot into the Hero's gut. In the blink of an eye Gerry is spiked onto the floor with a ddt, leaving Angelo motionless on the ground. Braddock: Call me, Ahab. I'm goin to kill you like he wanted to that damn whale..... The scene then returns to ringside.  Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 230  April 26, 2018  Backstage we see Braddock in a hallway with his hand on the wall, leaning on it as he tries to hit on a stagehand. Tamika stands off on the other side of the hallway, arms crossed over he chest.   Jerry Andrews: Braddock had a tough loss earlier tonight, but he seems to have recovered....  Braddock has a lecherous smirk on his painted face before the Japanese women blows him off and turns down the next hallway. The Psycho Circus member looks shocked.  Braddock: But Asian chicks are hot!  Braddock makes a move like his going to follow her but is met between the eyes with a vicious chair shot from Gerard Angelo, who ambushes his rival from around the corner! Braddock stumbles back and falls clutching his face as Gerry ducks a clothesline from Tamika, who sprung into action. The Hollywood Hero jabs her in the ribs with the chair before laying into her with a few shots to the back that send the monster to the ground. Braddock is up at this moment and attacks Angelo from behind, shoving him into the wall and peppering the actor with vicious punches to the ribs. Braddock wraps his arms around Gerry to chokes him out but drops to his knees as Angelo gives him a reverse kick to the groin. Gerard turns and hits Braddock with a knee to the face, sending him to the ground. Angelo retrieves the chair and pressed the end into Braddock's throat, choking him as he leans on it.  Gerard Angelo: Just remember, the whale kills Ahab at the end…  Gerard accentuates this with a kick to the ribs and retreats before Tamika can stir or the rest of the Circus shows up.  The scene returns to ringside.  Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 231  May 10, 2018  Last Chance Battle Royal  Angelo runs at Silvaira once again. The Monster gets low underneath him, lifts him up and sends Angelo flying over the ropes to the outside!  GERARD ANGELO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!  Jerry Andrews: Oh man… I’m not sure anyone can stop this Monster!  High Tide and Tyler Scott quickly think the same thing. The two put their battle aside for a moment and both competitors charge at Silvaira.   Meanwhile, on the outside….  Jerry Andrews: WAIT! BRADDOCK IS HERE! BRADDOCK JUST ATTACKED GERARD ANGELO!!!  Braddock grabs Angelo and he throws him head first into the ringside barrier! He then unloads on him with stomps before security rushes out to break up the assault.  Ace Anderson: For whatever reason, and we’re still not entirely sure, Braddock and Gerard Angelo really do not like one another.  Jerry Andrews: That’s putting it lightly!

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! 

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.

Jerry Andrews: Here is a man who has shown us nothing but unchecked, flat out pissed off aggression since he's gotten here.

Ace Anderson: I like him. He's unpolished, he's raw, and he's in your face. There's something to be said for a man who's only game plan is to hit you in the mouth.

Jerry Andrews: You would like him, Ace. You have the worst judge of character.

Ace Anderson: That's not true at all. See, I stay far away from you when we're not working, and that's because you're a lameass.

Jerry Andrews: Oh! You told me last time we could take a rain check on getting that beer because you had to go home and get mother's anxiety medication.

Ace Anderson: Here's a hint for next time, "Mother's anxiety medication" is code for, "I wanted to go plow some girls instead of hanging around this milquetoast from work."

Jerry Andrews (high pitched, near tears): LET'S JUST FOCUS ON THE MATCH!

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 221 lbs... "THE HOLLYWOOD HERO" GERARD ANGELO!!

The arena goes dark and the hook to Kanye West & Jay-Z’s “Who Gon Stop Me” Starts to play and lights start to flash from the stage before a red carpet is rolled out down the ramp and a big spotlight appears on the stage. Out walks the Hollywood Hero, Gerard Angelo. Dressed in his wrestling gear and his trademark shades, he extends his arms and does a spin as he soaks up the cheers from the fans. Gerard walks down the red carpet, smirk plastered on his face. As he gets to the bottom, Gerry slides into the ring and leaps onto the second turnbuckle and extends his arms again, soaking up more cheers. He repeats this on every turnbuckle before he lays across the the top turnbuckle like a hammock awaiting his opponent.

Singles Match

Braddock vs Gerard Angelo

Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Jerry Andrews: From a bare knuckle dirty fighter to a man who considers himself a polished Hollywood Hero. These two certainly are an odd couple.

Ace Anderson: And yet, they've both purported to have a long history of knowing each other. And clearly there isn't much love lost there.

Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like Pure Class Wrestling, the tenth Living A Legacy will be the next chapter in their association.

Gerard and Braddock walk out towards the center of the ring. Flashbulbs flicker throughout the building as the two men begin talking massive amounts of smack back and forth before they finally lock up! Angelo and Braddock start to jockey for position. Each man is are near identical as they shove off each other with a stalemate. Braddock snarls, and shouts for Gerard to come on, as Gerard walks a circuit around the ring, an arrogant smile on his face. Braddock basically tells him to bring his ass.

Jerry Andrews : Neither man able to gain the early advantage.

Gerard teases by holding his hands out and pulling back, to the amusement of not many, but Braddock menacingly keeps within distance of him. Finally, the two men come within touching distance lock up once more where once again each man looks for an advantage only to shove off each other once more. Gerard ducks away again, laughing and continuing to play mind games, but Braddock, unamused, also takes the time to taunt his opponent's lack of success budging him. Both men talk a little bit of that playground smack once more before locking up a third time, this time it's Angelo who snatches a side headlock. Gerard cranks on the head of Braddock before Braddock backs him up against the ropes, Braddock shoots Angelo across the ring, but on the return Braddock misses a wild clothesline, and the smaller Angelo shoots past. When Braddock turns around, his speedy opponent takes him down with a snapmare, to bring Braddock down to a seated position, and before the bigger man can react, Angelo shoots in a soccer kick to between the shoulder blades. Braddock yells and arches his back and shoulders, then rolls to his knees. Angelo clubs him over the back of the head and begins peppering him. He plants Braddock with a snap suplex, then he quickly pins, but Braddock immediately kicks out before the ref can even position himself. Angelo gives Braddock a few knee lifts as he drags him up, and then he clubs Braddock over the back. He irish whips Braddock off the ropes and as he returns, he hits Braddock with a dropkick. Angelo takes a moment to hold his arms out to the crowd, playing to them, resulting in a chorus of boos.

Jerry Andrews: Like him or not, Gerard Angelo is an A-list talent in the ring.

Ace Anderson: He certainly thinks he's chewing scenery for the cameras here.

Braddock falls onto his back, and Angelo runs across the ring, going for a flashy running jumping elbow drop, but Braddock moves out of the way and Angelo hits elbow first. Angelo gets to his feet, only to be booted in the gut and taken down with a vicious dangerous-style DDT. Braddock motions to the crowd to get them fired up. Braddock eggs Angelo to get up, which Angelo does, pulling himself up on the ropes. Braddock clotheslines Angelo over the top rope allowing his momentum to carry them both right over. Braddock lands sitting on the apron, and Angelo hits the canvas on the outside and rolls to a stop. Braddock then pulls himself up, and takes a two step run up, and he flies off the apron, dropping an elbow right into the sternum of the prone Gerard Angelo.

Jerry Andrews: Braddock throwing caution completely to the wind to take Angelo down on the outside!

Braddock goes over to the ropes and lifts his dazed opponent, who is a mess of disheveled hair that would make a makeup artist blush, and gripping him by the scruff of the neck, walking him by the back of his head over to slam his head off the apron. Braddock does this a series of seven more times, and the crowd begins counting along. The referee tells Braddock to take it back in the ring. Braddock rolls Angelo back into the ring, but he pulls him out so that Angelo's head is sticking out of the apron, face up, and he climbs up onto the apron and gives Angelo a leg drop across the throat. Angelo rolls back into the ring, holding his throat. Braddock then crawls over for a cover.

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo can't take any more hits in his money maker, if his face gets messed up they're going to need millions of dollars to cover up his injuries! Do you know how much it cost to fix Superman's moustache?!

Jerry Andrews: I think his primary concern is staying alive in this match, Ace.

Braddock raises a fist to receive a mixed reaction from the crowd, and lifts the smaller man up, punishing him with hard right hands, then backing him up to the ropes. Braddock lifts Angelo up, but Angelo gives him a hot shot, dumping Braddock throat first on the top rope. Braddock snaps back, holding his throat, and stumbles over, holding his windpipe. Gerard sees this as an opening, and he runs off the ropes from the other side, towards his winded opponent, but just as he gets there he is taken off guard (and about eight feet off his standing base) with a military press by Braddock. The crowd roars as Braddock has Angelo scooped up and held over his head, and he turns from one side of the ring to the other to get their acknowledgement, then he slams Angelo to the mat with a bone-jarring military press slam. Angelo groans, and holds his midsection on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Amazing display of power from Braddock!

Angelo is quickly to both knees as he clutches at his back while the crowd pops for Braddock, still taunting his apparent long-time rival. Angelo takes a second before standing up to a vertical base. Gerard and Braddock look to lock up once more only to have Angelo takes a back waist lock before tripping the legs out the back, sending Braddock chest first to the mat. Gerard quickly floats over into a front face lock before quickly paintbrush slapping Braddock across the back of the head to a heated reaction from the crowd. Gerard's quickly to his feet where he taunts Braddock again.

Jerry Andrews: The long history between the two rivals makes for a competitive dynamic.

Ace Anderson: But not having seen those matches, on it's own right here tonight, it's clear that if one of them wants to make a statement to the Pure Class Wrestling crowd, they're going to need a big win.

Braddock starts working his way back to his feet where he and Angelo circle each other once more before looking to lock up only to see Braddock drive a knee into the midsection of Angelo! Braddock follows up with a clubbing blow across the back before raising Angelo up for a hard right hand! Braddock backs Gerard up against the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a an over head release belly to belly suplex! Braddock quickly makes the cover on the Hollywood Hero.

The referee: One...















Two... Kickout.

Angelo escapes the near fall! Braddock is back to his feet where he picks Gerard up off the mat before muscling him back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Braddock lays several stiff shoulders to the midsection before following up with a chop across the chest to a "WOOOOO" from the crowd! Braddock fires Gerard across the ring and into the opposite buckles, Gerard bounces off the buckles where he's met with a sidewalk slam by the bigger man. Braddock again makes the cover.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout.

Angelo narrowly escapes the near fall as Braddock once again reaches his feet. Braddock picks Angelo up before taking him by the throat where he looks to deliver a Chokenstein. Braddock hoists Angelo up in the air only to have Gerard free himself from Braddock's grasp on the way up, spinning out of it and landing behind. Braddock spins around where he eats a boot to the midsection. Angelo takes a front face lock before hoisting Braddock up in the air with a suplex attempt. Gerard holds Braddock up in the air displaying some power of his own before sending Braddock stomach first across the top rope! Gerard runs across the ring where he bounces off the opposite ropes, he gains full speed before driving a running shoulder block into the midsection of Braddock which sends Braddock sailing off the ring apron, turning in mid air and landing sternum and chest first into the security railing!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!! That was a nasty fall off the ring apron to say the least.

Ace Anderson: That was a brilliant set piece worthy of a Bond, or at least a Kingsman.

Angelo rolls out to the floor where he spins Braddock around before locking a front face lock, he walks Braddock over to the steel guardrails. The referee is counting both men out, and warns Gerard Angelo to get them back in the ring. With the arrogance of a one percenter, Angelo waves the official off. Angelo throws Braddock back first into the security guardrail, so that Braddock hits lower back first. Braddock yells in pain. Angelo, nearly foaming now, grips the arm of Braddock and he irish whips him with force into the steel steps. Braddock hits shoulder first, with enough force to knock the steps loose a little bit, and a loud CLANG goes through the arena. Braddock yells out in pain, and the crowd in the front row cringe and sigh in sympathy. Angelo lifts him up, walking Braddock by the back of his head over to slam his head off the apron.

Ace Anderson: I don't think I've seen the viciousness that's inside Gerard Angelo like I'm seeing now.

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if he wants to show the "ultraviolent" hardcore specialist that he can fit in his world. Or even better it.

Gerard takes the time to taunt the crowd again, who respond with a righteous shower of boo's, as Braddock is trying to support himself using the apron. The referee is admonishing Angelo, shouting at him, and telling him he's at a count of seven, eight... Angelo just smiles darkly. Gerard drives Braddock lower back first into the ring apron before sending him back into the ring. Angelo slides in after Braddock making a cover.

The referee: One...










Two... Kickout!

Braddock throws a shoulder up off the mat to a pop from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Braddock manages to power out, but has the damage been done?

Gerard reaches his feet where he doesn't waist time in reaching down picking Braddock up off the mat. Angelo hammers Braddock with a right hand followed by a European uppercut which sends Braddock back into the ropes. Gerard comes forward shooting Braddock across the ring with a irish whip, Braddock bounces off the ropes where he manages to duck a savate kick. Angelo spins around where he's met with a chokeslam from out of nowhere by Braddock! The crowd roars as both men lay on the mat! Braddock grabs Angelo's arm and violently jerks him up, flinging him him to the side with an irish whip before applying a sleeperhold. Angelo flails his arms and wrestles with the hold, trying to pull Braddock's pythons loose of his throat for a moment before stomping down on Braddock's shins forcing Braddock to release the hold. While Braddock is rubbing his shins, Angelo runs and bounces off the ropes behind him and comes back at Braddock with a running dropkick to the back of Braddock's knee taking him to the canvas. Angelo then stomps away at the back of Braddock's leg behind the knee, until Braddock begins reaching back grabbing that leg, then Angelo does the same to the other one. Braddock rolls over onto his back to try to punch Angelo off of him, but Angelo just backs up to the legs and puts Braddock in a half boston crab. Braddock shouts in pain and reaches immediately for the rope as Angelo twists the leg back and continues to damage the knee with punches. Braddock crawls with haste to the ropes grabbing the bottom one. The referee informs Angelo of the rope break, and he holds on to the submission in a leisurely fashion before releasing it just before he counts him out. Angelo applies a few more boots to Braddock, but allows Braddock to get back up to his feet. Angelo grabs Braddock and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Braddock blocks by planting his leg, and sinks down to one knee. Angelo then pulls Braddock up to his feet and shoves him backwards into the corner. Angelo then runs to the opposite side of the ring before coming back with a splash to the corner, but Braddock charges forward lifting him up before dropping him head first across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Angelo staggers around for a bit and Braddock uses that to his advantage by kicking him in the gut to bend him over. Braddock then lifts Angelo up above his head in a seated position, before throwing him down almost lightning quick into the turnbuckles with a snap powerbomb. Angelo grabs at his back as he staggers to the middle of the ring and falls flat on his face, still clutching his back.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are really giving it to each other!!!

Ace Anderson: Only time will tell who is going to win this match and walk away with the bragging rights... but the way this match is going so far, neither of these men are going to be winners by a long shot.

Jerry Andrews: The hatred between these two men has become palpable, and turned into something ugly.

Braddock pulls Angelo's head up into a facelock before lifting him up in a vertical position. Braddock holds this for almost 30 seconds before dropping Angelo to the canvas with a vertical suplex. Angelo flops like a fish for a moment clutching at his back as Braddock gets to his feet with a grin on his face. Braddock grabs Angelo with another facelock, but Angelo jerks the feet out from under Braddock with a basic takedown. Angelo holds on to both of Braddock's legs and Braddock covers his private parts. Angelo kicks each leg once behind the knee while still holding onto them before jumping forward with an overcastle performed on both legs, landing with a senton across Braddock's sternum before rolling off to the side after the impact. Angelo then turns quickly around and begins laying punches to Braddock's forehead, forcing Braddock to use his hands to cover himself. Angelo grabs one of these arms and begins dropping knees on it whether it is straight or not with intent on breaking them. Braddock eventually curls himself up into a ball clutching a damaged body part of some kind, and as he does so Angelo runs and hits the ropes. Braddock gets up to one knee as Angelo goes to do a running punt to the head. But Braddock ducks it and maneuvers under the swing of the kick, lifting Angelo up on his shoulders as he does so. Angelo falls down back first across Braddock's shoulders. Braddock quickly latches onto him and stands up. Angelo wiggles trying to get free, Braddock manages to swing him down in a running powerslam nonetheless, but both men are down on the mat! The referee checks on both competitors before starting to lay the count to each man.

ONE...







TWO...










THREE...







FOUR...








FIVE...










SIX..









SEVEN...

Braddock manages to roll over getting his arm on top of Angelo!

The referee and the crowd, getting into it: ONE...











TWO...









THR - No!

Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!

Ace Anderson: If Braddock could have capitalized immediately he would finally have put an end to this war against his rival.

Jerry Andrews: Well GOOD JOB at pointing out the obvious Professor, har har har!

Ace Anderson: Don't make me slap you.

The crowd is split with a chant for each man filling the arena. Braddock starts working his way to his feet where he clutches at his ribs. Gerard starts to stir as he rolls over to his chest before starting to push himself up to all fours. Braddock comes forward where he reaches down to pick Angelo up only to have Angelo counter with an inside cradle!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...









THRE - Kickout!

Braddock kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd! Both men are quickly back to their feet where they take each other down with a double clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Both men hit hard!

One again the referee checks on both men before laying the count to each.

ONE...







TWO...






THREE...





FOUR...




FIVE...







SIX...





SEVEN...




EIGHT...

Both men start working their way up.


NINE...








TE...

Both Braddock and Angelo reach a vertical base with Gerard bouncing off the ropes and swinging with a right hand which Braddock ducks and counters with an Michinoku Driver, or as he calls it Downfall, to a massive ovation from the crowd! He waits for Angelo, then as he gets up Braddock takes him down again with a belly to belly suplex. Angelo gets up and tastes another belly to belly suplex, then he gets up a thrid time, holding his lower back which has been worked on all match, and Braddock lifts him into a front powerslam backbreaker, holding it into a backbreaker stretch submission across his knee. Angelo writhes in pain as Braddock pushes under his chin and down on his leg, bending Angelo's back uncomfortably over his leg. Angelo shouts in agony. Braddock pushes him off to the mat. He covers Angelo.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...






TWO...





THREE - Kickout!

Braddock snarls at the referee and shouts for him to give him a better count. Then, he walks over to the turnbuckle and begins ripping the pad off. The official tries to warn him not to do that, but he pays he not notice. Suddenly, Angelo comes from behind him and assaults Braddock's knee from behind with a vicious kick. Angelo then grips Braddock's knee, the one he had been working on, and he pulls Braddock leg under the bottom rope by the turnbuckle. He pulls Braddock's leg out into the air, and holds it for a second, then he slams the injured knee with force into the metal ringpost. Braddock convulses and holds his knee. Angelo hauls the leg back again and smashes Braddock's knee against the post with devastating force. Braddock lets out a loud yell and rolls around, holding his knee. Angelo reenters the ring, stalking Braddock, and he shoves him back down into the corner, beating him into a seated position. Angelo backs up a few paces, and then he runs in and delivers a punishingly brutal facewash style kick to the temple of a seated Braddock. Angelo aggressively pushes a limp Braddock down to the mat and pins him.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...







THREE - Kickout!

Now it's Gerard's turn to throw a fit, flinging his hands in the air. He curses and tells the referee who he is, because he's famous and deserves respect. The referee just looks at him like "I don't know what to tell you, man..." Gerard angrily gets to his feet and spends several more moments berating the referee about how rich he is. Angelo gets up to his feet and starts to grab Braddock's legs, trying to turn him over into a Texas cloverleaf-like submission, but Braddock refuses to let himself be turned. Braddock uses all of his remaining leg strength to push Angelo off, sending Angelo flying across the ring. Angelo picks himself up, shaking out the cobwebs, and pulls himself to his feet, turning around and he is taken down by a desperation spinebuster from the champion. Braddock rests on one knee, trying to gather his strength, as Angelo arches his back. Braddock gets slowly to his feet, and waits for Angelo to get up. Angelo gets to his feet, and Braddock gives him a quick double throttle chokeslam, his leg giving out and buckling at the last second. Despite the pain, Braddock scoots over into a cover...

Jerry Andrews: Braddock hits the Chokenstein, but I don't think he got all that he wanted on that one.

Ace Anderson: These two have hit each other with everything.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...





TWO...




THREE - Kickout!

Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: I thought he had him! I thought Braddock had put Angelo away for good!

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo can go with the best of them!

A split chant of "LET'S GO ANGELO/LET'S GO BRADDOCK" filters throughout the building as Braddock starts working his way back to his feet. Braddock takes Angelo back into the ropes before leveling him with another vile chop across the chest that echo's throughout the building. Braddock brings Gerard out where he double underhooks the arms and gives him a tiger bomb. However, the knee buckles yet again as Braddock hits the mat, and while Angelo is laid out, he can't get over for the pin.

Rotten: He can't make the cover!

True enough Braddock clutches at his knee before finally managing to make the cover hooking the nearest leg of Angelo.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...




TWO...



THREE -

NO!

Angelo escapes at the last possible second to a monster pop from the crowd! Braddock can't believe it, holding his head in his hands with a perturbed, "What in God's name" sort of face, and Angelo is heavily breathing on the mat. Braddock gets to his feet, yelling aggressively, and the hardcore fighter gets in the referee's face, shoving them. The ref, although cowed and intimidated, squeaks out that he'd like not to have Braddock put his hands on him, please sir. Braddock, irritated, gets in the official's face. He snarls to do their job. Then he grabs Gerard Angelo, unloading some hateful punches and backing Angelo up to the ropes. He fires Angelo into the corner, looking for the running knee in the corner as Angelo lays there slumped, but before he can deliver You Forgot Math, Angelo unexpectedly rolls to the left and out of the corner. Braddock hits that turnbuckle, painfully, knee first. Braddock yells and hops on one knee, feeling an explosion of pain where his leg is and then Angelo bounces off the ropes to the side of Braddock, meeting him on the side with a Roaring Elbow shot that catches the big man flat footed! Braddock is so dazed that he simply stumbles back a step, falling into the ropes and letting them catch him with his back between the second and top rope.

Jerry Andrews: That Golden Statement from Angelo just punched Braddock's proverbial golden ticket.

There is a split second as Braddock comes wobbling out of the ropes that Angelo frames his hands like a movie camera to measure him, and then he boots Braddock in the gut and gives him a flashy version of an ace crusher. Braddock's head hits the shoulder and he drops back like a shot. Angelo scrambles over, hooking the leg, and counting fingers with one hand in the air.

Jerry Andrews: And he calls that the Hollywood Stunner!!

The referee, the crowd, and Angelo: ONE...



TWO...




THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... GERARD ANGELO!!! 

"Who Gon Stop Me" by Jay-Z and Kanye hits on the PA as Angelo gets to his feet, holding his hands up in an exuberant celebration.

Jerry Andrews: So Gerard Angelo puts Braddock away tonight, and writes a victorious chapter in their longstanding feud.

Ace Anderson: The Hollywood Hero showed me something tonight, he has what it takes to be a big player in Pure Class Wrestling.

Angelo arrogantly demands the referee raise his hand, which the official does, albeit reluctantly. Over to one side of the ring, Braddock is shaking the cobwebs out and looking like he can't believe it. He slaps the mat, frustrated that Angelo got him. Angelo laughs wildly, exiting the ring and pointing to himself, as Braddock sits up on the mat.

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 May 24, 2018 As Trauma returns, a dejected Justin Michaels is seen walking through the backstage area. Shane Dodge hurries after him, trying to get a word from the North American Champion. Before Dodge gets to him, Stormm turns a corner and walks right into Stacy Jones. The two stare at one another, neither willing to move out of the way or even consider apologizing. Jerry Andrews: Uh oh.... both of these two are certainly feeling upset after their matches here tonight and.... Finally Stormm speaks. Justin Michaels: Get out of my way. Stacy Jones doesn't budge. Stacy Jones: Now I know you're probably feeling a little angry after your loss tonight... but so am I. So maybe YOU should get out of MY way. Stormm also doesn't budge. Stacy Jones continues to speak. Stacy Jones: You know what? I'll move. You're the North American Champion after all. Jones steps aside and Michaels slowly walks by. By Stacy isn't done talking. Stacy Jones: However.... since we're both not doing anything for Living a Legacy now... why don't you put that belt on the line against me? If you're man enough, of course. Stormm stops and turns back towards Jones. He nods. Justin Michaels: You're on. Michaels then walks away as Stacy Jones smiles. Jerry Andrews: WOW! It looks like a huge match was just signed for Living a Legacy!

Sasha Greene: The following match is for the PCW North American Title! Introducing first is the challenger… 

At ringside, all of the lights turn off suddenly, unceremoniously plunging the entire arena in darkness.

Spotlights appear, in purest white light and begin searching across the crowd, ring, ramp and eventually settling on the stage.

The lights flicker from white, to blue, to white again before the sounds of shattering glass are heard echoing through the arena and the spotlights seem to dissipate.

A moment of silence that hangs throughout the arena until the lights flash on and off, bright and sudden, like a strobe effect before a pyrotechnic crackles around the big screen as "Awake and Alive" by Skillet plays, the spotlights back now, the bright white light appears to dance around the crowd as a blonde haired woman walks out on to the stage ready to tackle the challenge ahead of her.

Sasha Greene: From San Francisco, California, she is STACY JONES! 

The camera gets up close to the stage to get the woman on screen. She is wearing black wrestling tights emblazoned with an angel wing design around the top and a white belt. On top, she wears a black and white matching top and shoulder pads with a pair of sunglasses as she confidently walks to the ring to face her opponent.

Sasha Greene: And her opponent! 

"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 – He is the PCW North American Champion, 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.

Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship

Singles Match

Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©) vs Stacy Jones

Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!

DING!

DING!

The battle for the North American Title is set to begin. Both champion and challenger are fan favorites, so that should make for an interesting dynamic. Stacy Jones took the defending Underground Champion, Dominator, to the limit in the Icemann Invitational. She came up short, but her showing put her in line for this opportunity. Justin “Stormm” Michaels also tasted defeated in the previous round, losing to Gabriel via handful of tights. The stakes here are far different as Stacy is going for her first title in Pure Class Wrestling. Stormm has been on a tear since defeating Gabriel for it back in December.

The two circle around the ring. Neither are in a hurry to make the first move, instead choosing to study the others habits. Chants of LET’S GO STACY! LET’S GO STORMM! Have already filled the arena. Stormm breaks long enough to acknowledge this, as does Stacy, but neither turn their attention away. Finally...they move closer and closer to locking up in the center…

Stacy surprises Stormm with a sudden school boy! She leverages her weight as the referee gets into position.

1!

Stormm easily breaks free of the pin. He rolls around in time to take a running knee to the side of his head, knocking him into the ropes. On the rebound Stacy scores a victory roll for her second quick pin attempt!

1!

Stormm again has no issues getting out not even a half second after the count. Stormm covers up to block MMA style strikes aimed for his head and body. Stacy swings in with a right hook, but Justin’s sixth sense alerts him in time to catch it. Jones finds her arm being twisted around in a wringer. Stormm yanks her shoulder into his own, colliding against the joint with force as she takes a knee. No, the National Anthem isn’t being played by a random smartass fan. Stormm puts the point of his elbow into the bend of her arm before scoring with an armdrag and finally an armbar. Stacy grits her teeth as the limb is hyperextended. Stormm cranks in the pressure while making sure to give himself the leverage. Stacy works her way back, slowly, but surely. She does a flip using the top rope. Stormm finds himself being taken over with a springboard armdrag.

As they meet back on their feet, Stacy, the quicker of the two, plants her feet into his kisser. A second. The third gets swatted away. Stormm picks his spot as he manages to drive her over the top rope with a running clothesline. Wasting little time to make a decision, Stormm runs the ring to come flying through with a suicide dive! Stacy finds herself being run backwards into the barricade. Stormm goes for a knife edge chop, but the two trade positions. Stacy peppers his chest with a flurry of them, each one getting harder as she goes along. Stormm does manage to dump her into the front row off a counter to one. She lands on her feet in order to pull his face down into the top of the rail. Stormm staggers away. Stacy springs off with a dropkick, pushing him back inside of the ring.

She runs in after him and remains on the offensive. Shining Wiz---NO! Stormm ducks as he then captures her on the rebound. Stacy is lifted in the air. Before she can be dropped, she takes the champion over with a hurricanrana! Stacy hits the ropes and again misses the shining wizard. Storm uses her momentum against her. On the return, she is sent flying with a capture suplex! A dropkick knocks her into the corner. Stormm comes charging in with his shoulder driving through her midsection. Stacy is doubled over from the impact. As she staggers out, Stormm lifts her high in the air with a vertical suplex. It is delayed so the blood can rush to her head. Stormm takes three steps back and leaps with a successful suplex! He floats over to go for his first pinning attempt.

1.

Stacy has little trouble kicking out. Michaels brings her to her feet, popping her rather aggressively with a brutal uppercut. She whiplashes down to her back. Justin goes to pull her up once more, but this time she kicks away at the weak spot in his left leg. Stormm absorbs what he can but is reduced to hopping on his right leg to get away. Stacy shows off a bit of resilience as she returns to her feet. A superkick bounces Stormm back against the ropes. Stacy fires again with MMA shots, this time finding their target as Stormm is not allowed any time to breathe. She pops him HARD in the jaw with a spinning back fist, dazing him as he moves for a corner. Stacy gives him a hard shove into the buckles as she follows him in. Stormm takes a running knee lift into the abdomen before he is whipped across the ring. Stacy charges in and eats an elbow for her troubles. The position is reversed. Stacy is sent into the corner they were just in. She says ‘Hello? Is it my boots you were looking for?” as Justin eats them. Stacy hops to the second rope. Justin is driven down with bulldog! He quickly rolls out of the ring to gather himself.

Jerry Andrews: A bit of back and forth here as Stacy looks to have finally grabbed an advantage. It appears like she may be getting under the skin of Stormm.

Ace Anderson: As annoying as a splinter. Justin has enough experience both in and out of championship matches to withstand anything. Both will have to work extra hard to be victorious.

Stormm turns around to see Stacy coming with a moonsault. Or not, as she lands herself on the apron after Stormm moved out of the way. Justin comes right back to sweep her legs out from under her, driving her back to the edge of the apron. He keeps her crouched there as Stormm uses it for leverage to snap suplex her off of. Stacy’s back hits the floor hard. Michaels works out his left leg after the minor work had been done to it. All is good. He slaps some hands after firing the faithful up while going to retrieve Stacy Jones. “The Divine” is on the receiving end of a kiss to the ring steps. Her face bounces right off. Stormm leaves her laying as he rolls back into the ring. The referee’s count has reached five. By seven, she is back inside of the ring. Stormm cuts her off with some hard stomps to her body. She tries to protect herself but it’s of no use. Stacy is yanked up by the hair. Michaels buries some forearms to her head. She fires back with elbows to his jaw.

Stormm takes exception, promptly whipping her around into a Stun Gun. Stacy reels backwards clutching her throat as she gasps for air. Stormm immediately gets to his feet. Giving her no time to get oxygen, Stacy is up and sent to the corner. She staggers out holding her back. A double arm underhook suplex is there to greet her! Stacy looks slow to roll out of the ring, allowing Stormm to stop her progress to yank her back inside. Stacy is returned to her feet. She’s run head first into the top turnbuckle. Down on a knee, she jabs Stormm in the midsection for his troubles as she refuses to stay down. He props her up to deliver a pair of stomps to the gut. Stacy fires him around and goes on a tear with stomps of her own. They rapidly approach ten as each is counted along with by the faithful. Stormm absorbs enough to spin HER back around, returning the favor. Only it’s ten from each foot. This time Stacy is dropped into a seated position. That doesn’t halt the champ any as he continues to alternate, albeit at a lower clip.

Stormm leans in and pulls her up. Pressing her against the buckles, she is sent running to the opposite side. Stormm follows in, scoring with a spinning heel kick that takes him out to the apron. Stacy falls to her hands and knees, unaware of where the champion is. That would be the top rope for those wondering. Stormm fires up his fans, calling for them to make the noise louder while he watches Stacy like a hawk. The second the opportunity is there, it’s missile dropkick time! Right in the kisser of the 5’9” challenger. Stormm rolls her over, hooks the leg and awaits the ref to do his job.

1!

2!

Stacy kicks out right AT two. He smirks about that. Stacy is Irish whipped. She ducks a clothesline. She ducks a second. Stormm charges after her with a knee. It’s delivered into her midsection, but she counters with a roll through dragon leg whip! Stormm grabs at his left leg while Stacy gets a much needed breather. Stacy feeds off the crowd herself as they fuel her comeback. Clutching her midsection doesn’t deter her from using some Muay Thai style kicks to that leg. Stormm scoots away in an attempt to halt any further attacks. Stacy pulls the one legged man up to his feet. Stormm is rocked with palm thrusts to the chest as he is driven into the corner. Stacy takes a single step back and lowers the boom with a battering ram. From the corner, Stormm has his left leg captured before Stacy takes him over with a floatover T-bone suplex. She holds onto Stormm to cinch in a guillotine choke!

Jerry Andrews: Unique transition move from Stacy Jones!

Stormm doesn’t give her a chance to keep things locked in her favor. One leg, two legs, it doesn’t matter. He works his way to his feet, although a tad cautious with the left. Stacy swings her legs around his right arm to trap it. She shifts her weight in a take over and locks in a CROSSFACE! Stormm is a technical marvel and is no stranger to the art of submission holds. He fights through the pain and pressure. Stacy tightens things as the faithful are roaring with cheers, thinking this could be when the title changes hands

Stormm is able to free himself and roll Stacy over. She is relentless in pursuit of victory, refusing to give up. The second attempt comes from the other side. Stormm powers her back onto her shoulders for a pinning predicament.

1!

2!

Stacy kicks out and in the process loses her advantage. Stormm is pulled up by the right arm. A whip to the ropes. Stormm hangs onto them. Stacy comes flying with a flip up his body which is turned into a headscissors! Stormm is up to his knees, shining wizard FINALLY hits! Stormm has enough awareness to try slipping out of the ring, but Stacy stops him, like he stopped her before. She scoops him up. Stormm floats behind. German suplex! NO! Stacy lands on her feet. Backstabber! NO! Stormm grabs the ropes to block it. He turns to the side. Stacy takes a HARD rabbit punch straight to the mouth. Stormm scores with a Russian leg sweep! Unable to follow up, he takes the time to work out his left leg and right arm. There is applause for both competitors as the faithful are loving the match.

Stacy is yanked up by the hair. Stormm measures her for a stiff shot to the head. She throws one to his face. He returns the favor and so does she. These shots are starting to get heavy handed. Respect may be going out the window before long. Stormm delivers one that knocks the taste right out of her mouth. Stacy’s arms hook the top rope as she is stunned by the force. She tries to kick away at Justin to keep him back. He powers her legs over his shoulders, turns the hips, and drops her with an impactful powerbomb. A second. The third is followed with a sharpshooter DEAD CENTER in the ring. Stormm sinks his body weight down on her back as she pierces ears with her screaming.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is showing off that he too can go submission if she wants to try her luck. And not a second soon as those punches were looking rough.

Ace Anderson: They weren’t born with glass jaws. I say throw respect out. There is a title on the line. Do what you have to do to take the gold! No apologies!

Stacy frantically reaches for the ropes but she has no leverage to even try crawling to them. Michaels has the leg locked tight. Playing up to the crowd while this is happening. Jones rejects the referee’s asking if she wants to tap out. There are times when her hand is in the air looking ready to, but then it becomes a rallying cry to her fans to help her out. Stormm grows tired of trying as she isn’t going to submit. He releases her from the bind. Stacy is ripped up and slammed down right on the worked over back. She hunches off the canvas before laying flat, grimacing afterwards. Stacy is sent to the ropes and is the proud recipient of a back body drop. Again, the pain races through her body as her back takes further damage. Stormm has her up and facing a corner. Shoulder thrusts to her lower lumbar leave her slumping.

Stacy is turned around. A knife edge chop flings her partially in the air. She throws a slap into his chest, leaving a handprint on the left pectoral of Stormm. The champion promptly gives her a European uppercut for that. Stacy is lifted and sat on the top turnbuckle. Stormm climbs to the middle rope. Stacy, clubs him in the midsection, refusing to go down without a fight. This forces Michaels back to his feet for the time being. Stacy favors her back for a second before Stormm is back up in her space. This time she fights off the suplex attempt by managing to kick his left leg out from under him, sending his face into the top turnbuckle. Stormm scurries away, but only after she smashes his face again. Stacy feeds off the chants of her name; STACY! STACY! STACY! As she manages to get her legs under her. Rising to her feet, Stacy stands high on the top rope. Michaels turns around in her direction. Stacy comes leaping off…

MID-AIR FLASH FLOOD BY STORMM!!

A trademark of Stormm just got used as an unbelievable counter! Stacy’s legs are rolled up as Stormm leans back as far as possible.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Stormm’s premature celebration is brought to a screeching halt as Stacy beats the three count. Undeterred, he brings Stacy up from behind. Stormm wraps his left arm around her neck, leaning her backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Stacy's tights with his free right hand, lifting her off of the ground. Stacy balks. Stormm tries a second time and once more, she refuses to go. He clubs her in the midsection and tries again. Stormm starts to fall backwards, but Stacy pushes herself off the ropes and pulls him forward before dropping him with a stunner! Stormm flings backwards, kicking the mat. Stacy has just countered his HANGCLOUD DDT signature! This buys her some much needed time to recover.

STACY!

STORMM!

LET’S GO STACY, LET’S GO!

STORMM! STORMM! STORMM!

The dual chants have returned. Stormm, the fresher of the two, is up first, but Stacy isn’t far behind. She springs off the middle rope, spins her body around and surprises the champ with a crossbody! Stacy finds a second wind as she gets back to her feet. Jones hits the ropes. She leap frogs over him and hits the ropes again. A sling blade connects! Stormm takes a stiff series of MMA punches, kicks, and knees. The last of which gets him just under the chin, bringing him down to her size. DDT hits! Stacy rolls herself onto the apron. Rope by rope she pulls herself up. Stacy motions to the crowd as the noise gets louder and louder.

Springboard 450 splash! And it’s a picture perfect thing of beauty! Stacy makes the pin!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Stacy was ready to celebrate but is told that Stormm kicked out between two and three. She puts it behind her as Stormm is maneuvered to his feet. She runs him head first into the buckles. Again. Again. Again. Until she hits ten. Stormm staggers his way into a Michinoku driver. Stacy takes herself up the buckles. Moonsault hits! She hooks both of his legs, making sure to add some added weight to pin his shoulders down.

1!

2!

3! - NO! KICKOUT!!

Stacy is wide eyed. Mouth open. Three fingers in the air, but the referee breaks the bad news. Stormm is doubled over. Stacy powers him behind her...END TIMES! Stacy Jones hits one of HER signatures. But Stormm’s sixth sense kicks in, denying her a chance to pin him, as he rolls out of the ring. Stacy is stopped at the bottom rope and out of frustration, blurts an expletive. Stacy rolls out after him. The Force of Nature takes a running boot to his face as his head is planted violently into the floor. Stacy peels him up. Knowing she can’t win the title outside, he’s rolled back into the ring. Stacy climbs onto the edge of the ring. She runs to the corner. Stormm slowly gets to his feet. Missile dropkick sends him reeling backwards into a far corner.

Stacy charges in with a splash! Stormm is sent to the opposite side. He counters! Jones collides against the buckles. Stormm plants a forearm across her face. Stacy’s turn to reverse an Irish whip. DROPKICK! Stormm slumps. Stacy finds herself being reversed across the ring. She gets her boots in his face. Stormm staggers out. Stacy seizes the moment by locking him in a bulldog, bouncing off, and hitting it! She pins Stormm with the leg hooked!

1!

2!

3!--NO!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm just NARROWLY beat the count on that! These two are dishing out everything they have got!

Ace Andrews (sarcastically): Ho hum. Let me know when one of them actually wins...or remembers how to.

Stormm got his shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. A collective OH is let out as they thought a new champion had just been crowned. Stacy leans over with her hands behind her head, taking a breather as she recollects herself. Stacy sits on her knees before Stormm is brought to his feet. She runs him backwards in the corner, but is down to a knee. Michaels managed to get one of his own into her gut. Inadvertent, but it works. Stacy fires up! Michaels has his left leg draped over the middle rope. Jones goes to work on the quad muscle in an attempt to knot it up. Stormm, fighting through the attack, slugs away at her head. He gets enough in that it stops her, allowing him to free his leg. Stacy is pulled into the corner. Stormm brings lefts and rights to her head without relent, yelling like a viking as he does. He takes a clump of her hair with the left, and measures shot after shot with his right.

Stacy somehow blocks one! She forces Stormm to punch himself. Jones swings for the fences as she gets him on the heels of his feet, turning this contest into a literal brawl. Michaels blows her up with a SUDDEN Belly to Belly suplex. He keeps her locked. A transitional belly to belly nets another. He refuses to let go. A third becomes a fourth. A fourth becomes...a belly to back! Stormm clutches his left leg following the chain combo, but Stacy is laid flat out and looking up at the lights. Stormm is rallied by his fans while he hops to one foot. With a limp he gathers Stacy Jones. She’s moved into the corner and moved up top. Stormm climbs not to the middle, but the top! Throwing an arm over his shoulders and grabbing a handful of tights, Stormm sends them both crashing with a superplex!

STACY HOOKS HIM WITH A SUDDEN INSIDE CRADLE! THE REF COUNTS!

1!

2!

3!!

STACY JONES HAS DONE IT!





…





WAIT! Stormm kicked out right BEFORE the count of three!! That really got the fans to bite. Not just the fans, but Stacy Jones herself, who was sure the three count was made. She is beside herself following it. Stormm is down. Stacy is as well. The referee starts the count on them both. They stir at four. Slowly get moving at seven. And are up at nine. Stormm’s attempted clothesline is countered into an Irish whip. Sleeper hold! Stormm races around the ring with Stacy on his back trying to cut off the blood supply to his head! Roddy Piper would approve. Michaels frantically fights the urge to sleep. He disregards what his left leg wants to do. Stacy is rammed backwards into the corner. She hangs on. He does it again. She still has him. Stormm stumbles as he legs look a tad wobbly. Down to a knee! Stacy…

is pulled upside down! Stormm busts out of his slump with a tombstone piledriver! Michaels throws an arm over her.

1!

2!

3! - NO! KICKOUT!!

Jerry Andrews: What will it TAKE for one of these two to put the other away?! Both are showing off how resilient they are!

Ace Andrews: Stacy Jones wants to win her first ever title as badly as Stormm wants to continue building towards becoming the longest reigning North American Champion. I say they both lose and the title go vacant!

Jerry Andrews: A draw would mean Stormm retains, genius.

Ace Anderson: Oh so you say Stormm is going to win? Ok. Then Stacy will defeat him.

As Jerry sighs in exasperation, the action remains inside. Stacy is in the corner with Stormm working her over. Both are showing signs of tiring. Jones is shifted down the ropes. She takes a couple of shots before being thrown. She turns her body around and reverses Stormm. But instead of him going to the ropes, she holds onto his arm to send him into the corner. Running knee lift! Stormm may want to check his jaw following that one. Stacy powers him up the corner. She is slow to meet him, but makes sure he is kept in place with some well placed punches. Stacy motions to the crowd about what her plans are. Fatigued, she reaches deep to lean Stormm down with a bridge of his arms.

Jerry Andrews: Is she…


Ace Anderson: This could be it, Jerry! I think Stormm is about to be finished!

She gets her right foot on the top rope. Jones appears to be setting up for Divine Intervention! The left foot touches. WAIT! Stormm catches her by surprise. Stacy instinctively steps to the middle rope. Stormm has his arms free. Jones is hoisted behind his back and DRILLED with an Alabama Slam!! Stacy tumbles after the rough landing. She immediately clings the back of her head. Stormm slips out of the corner. The cobwebs get swept with a mental broom. Michaels can hear the chant of his name. The cheers of the crowd. The rush of the moment! He staggers to Stacy Jones. She finds herself being powered to her feet. Stormm sets Stacy up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of her head, and her left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Stacy's left leg, lifting it up close to her own torso, and then lifts Stacy up into a cradle suplex position.

Jones throws some well timed punches, but there isn’t much behind them. Stormm is empowered to really cinch things in. He jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Stacy Jones is forced to land on her neck, shoulders, and upper back!

Jerry Andrews: FORCE OF NATURE!

Michaels gets a hook of the legs and through exhaustion, pain, soreness, finds himself hearing the count.


1!


2!


3!

The referee calls for the bell then asks for the title belt. Fans are giving a standing ovation over the playing of "Notorious" by Adelitas Way as the quest continues!

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner, and STILL PCW North American Champion, Justin “Stormm” Michaels! 

Stormm receives his property and a raising of the arm before rolling out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: That was one HELL of a match! Stacy Jones on back-to-back shows has brought the fight to two of the best in PCW! She nearly won the title and has nothing to be ashamed of.

Ace Anderson: There are no participation trophies for second best. She may have brought her A-Game, but that means A-minus. A-plus goes to the defending champion!

Jerry Andrews: You really are a year-round Grinch, aren’t you?

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 230 April 6, 2018 Tyler Scott vs Gabriel As the fans rally behind the Transgressor, he screams for a woozy Gabriel to rise to his feet, even though he remains in a bloody daze all his own. Being fueled by pure adrenaline, Tyler runs at Gabriel and knocks him down with a wicked clothesline! Gabriel rises again, but a Back Elbow sends him tumbling to the canvas. Tyler whips Gabriel to the ropes, but Gabriel reverses, sending Tyler flying instead. Gabriel ducks down for a back body drop, but Tyler manages to sidestep him, then cradle his arms… X-Plex! Jerry Andrews: Cross-armed X-plex, driving Gabriel into the mat! Wobbling to his feet, the punch-drunk Gabriel tries to elbow his way free from a second X-plex, but Tyler ducks an oncoming shot and HURLS him with the second one! Ace Anderson: Where does he gets this from?! While Ace Anderson is left to ponder such a quandary, Tyler slowly ascends the turnbuckles while shaking off the feelings of grogginess that have come with so many blows to the head. Suddenly, though, Kyle Shane, affording a sudden mix of determination that only a tough decision can come to, starts walking over to the turnbuckles. He catches Tyler Scott's eye, and he shouts at Tyler. Tyler, still sitting on the top rope, looks down at Kyle, who tells him that he's screwing up his field. Tyler Scott has no idea what Kyle is on about, but Kyle's distraction irks him. He motions for Kyle to get the hell out of his sight. Suddenly, their argument is cut short as Gabriel beans Tyler in the head rather stiffly, knocking Tyler so hard that he almost falls off, but slumps down to a seated position on the top rope. His body therefore gives no more resistance when Gabriel pulls his head out in midair, and he hooks Tyler's head under his arm as he sits on the rope with him, before taking Tyler down with a sick looking headlock driver from the top rope. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma 232 May 24, 2018 Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. He then picks up a microphone and starts to speak. Kyle Shane: Okay... look... I know that a lot of people aren't entirely happy with me right now, but, come on.... I'm just having some fun and keeping things interesting. You know me, I'm... Before Shane can finish his thought, 'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of Tyler Scott. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react with alternative waves of boos and cheers. Move back this wrecking ball, Rips through the blackest hole, Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming However, as Tyler Scott appears through the curtain, the boos surpass the cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists and direct a few abusive words to the front row crowd. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp. He enters the ring and take the microphone right out of Kyle Shane's hand. Tyler Scott: The fun's over, Kyle. I haven't had the best run recently, but a lot of that's had to do with you. So, before you come out here giving everyone some "aw shucks I'm just having fun" speech, I have something that I want to say. You see... Suddenly, Tyler Scott surprises Shane with a huge right hand to the face that drops the champion. Scott bends down and picks up the PCW World Title. He's about to raise it up in the air, when Shane tackles him down to the mat. The two start trading blows as security rushes out to the ring…

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

Jerry Andrews: The first of two main events is upon us, Ace, can you feel the tension rising?

Ace Anderson: It's been an emotive, exhaustive night, Jerry, and after all we've dOne to get through the 2018 Icemann Tournament, this is going to take us home!

Jerry Andrews: The crowd is electric!

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: Introducing first, 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.

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. A HUD display scans over the ring, letters and binary code scrawling over the display before a targeting bracket zooms in and blinks over the ring, reading "TARGET ACQUIRED".

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

Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. With the World Title belt around his waist, Kyle is wearing full on Cayde-6 cosplay gear, a hooded cloak, tunic, and an airbrushed molded mask of Cayde-6 over his face. The crowd roars as the champion enters in his special event ring gear. Kyle has a prop energy weapon, and he cocks it as he stands on the edge of the stage, pointing it to the ring. He fires it at the ceiling, and sparks rain down in a curtain.

Jerry Andrews: What an entrance from the World Champion!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane is ready for this round to start, because he's going to own the field.

Jerry Andrews: Are you - trying to relate to video game talk, Ace?

Ace Anderson *sobs*: I don't even know what a Fortnite is! Help me.

Kyle, walking through the falling sparks, removes the Cayde-6 mask and places the gun against his shoulder, grinning at the crowd as 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. The gamer heavy crowd gives a massive ovation for the World Champion. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Half 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 hooded cloak, the tunic, and stretches a few times to get ready.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle's enhanced entrance is more than just pagaentry, he is making a statement to Tyler Scott that he is in the big leagues now.

Ace Anderson: There is considerable bad blood between these two men from the opening round of TIIT, and it's about to boil over.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship

Singles Match

Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) vs Tyler Scott

Referee: Ed Lane

Tyler and Kyle stare across the ring from each other as the referee gives Tyler last minute instructions before they walk out towards the center of the ring and go face to face. Flash bulbs flicker all over the arena as Tyler and Kyle go face to face and the trash talk starts to float back and forth. Kyle motions for Tyler to give his best shot, absolutely daring him, and Tyler looks to the crowd with a snicker, before plowing into Kyle with a right hand! Kyle is sent jogging a few steps away, head wobbling at all different angles, and then he shakes out of it, looks back to Tyler, and a grin splits Kyle's face. He motions to Tyler again, specifically saying "Bring it, bitch." Tyler, annoyed by Kyle's vim, runs in. Tyler and Shane trade several right hands before Scott takes the advantage with a rake to the eye followed by a knee to the midsection that doubles the World Champion over. Tyler clubs Kyle across the back with a with a clubbing blow that sends Kyle to one knee. Tyler quickly bounces off the near side and Kyle springs back to his feet and delivers a single leg lariat! Kyle quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg.

Jerry Andrews: Explosive start, boiling over already!

Referee: One... kickout

Ace Anderson: You see Tyler, shaking his head resolutely and getting up already. He's hungry for Kyle.

Jerry Andrews: Yes, but, that opening exchange allowed Kyle to draw Tyler in. He is in danger of playing Kyle's game.

Tyler kicks out. Kyle quickly transitions into a mount position on the Transgressor and starts hammering down with right hands to the face! The crowd roars louder and louder with each and every shot that lands before Kyle gets to a vertical base at the referee's four count. Kyle reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat before whipping him into a neutral corner. Kyle walks forward where he laces Tyler across the chest with a knife edge chop before firing Scott across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Shane charges in after Scott only to receive a reverse elbow that rocks the Champion out towards the center of the ring. Tyler explodes from the corner with a hard boot to the midsection that doubles Kyle over. Tyler quickly attempts a hammerlock DDT only to have Kyle quickly spin out of it into a go-behind and a hammerlock of his own behind Tyler's back. Kyle then, almost playfully palms Tyler's head and shoves it.

Ace Anderson: Is he... toying with Scott?

Jerry Andrews: One has to wonder if this is a game plan from Kyle, or just a tribute to his monumental arrogance at not taking a viable threat seriously. Either way, it could come back to haunt him.

Ace Anderson: Arrogant, Kyle Shane? Noooo. I mean, we're only talking about the guy who masterminded the TIIT Betting Pool just because he was confident enough that he could beat anybody who came out the winner...

Tyler, starting to get aggravated, turns around, glaring at Kyle, who again tells him to bring it. Tyler runs at Kyle, trying for a clothesline, but Kyle sweeps him down into a snap headlock takeover into a side headlock on the mat. Kyle wrenches it in tight, looking up at the crowd and laughing. However, Tyler is still full of energy, and the side headlock isn't effective at wearing him down. He slips out of it, applying a leg scissors and pushing Kyle to the mat with a leg around his throat. Kyle, choking, flails his arms and slaps at Tyler's leg. The referee tries counting Kyle down but he keeps rocking from side to side and shooting an arm up. Then, he performs a bridge while still in the headscissors, and then headstand, finally pulling his head loose, and while he's in close proximity to Tyler he goes for a penalty kick to the sitting up opponent, but Tyler ducks the swing of the kick, trips Kyle's leg, and floats over the back until he gets Kyle in a side headlock. Kyle, now seeing he is hoist by his own petard, slaps the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Brilliant chain wrestling as we are still in the feeling out process.

Ace Anderson: I don't think Kyle even expected Tyler Scott to bring a fight to him, and if he did, going by his entrance, he clearly thought it was going to be the all Kyle Shane show.

Jerry Andrews: When is it not, in his mind.

Kyle pushes himself to a kneeling position, first on all fours, then to one knee with the headlock still clamped on. Kyle shoves Tyler to the right, but Tyler holds on, sliding somewhat and taking Kyle with him as he keeps the headlock on. Kyle tries scampering to the left, and Tyler moves his body with him. Kyle, frustrated, attempted to hook the side for a back suplex, but Tyler flips him over his hip and takes him back down to the mat, still in the headlock. If Kyle's voice wasn't muffled, you could hear him shriek "What the FU-" but Kyle attempts it again, pushing up quickly to his knees, elbowing Tyler in the back. Tyler attempts to release the hold and grab Kyle by the back of his hair and dash him to the mat, but Kyle senses that coming and does a flat back drop and comes up with a Pele kick. Tyler moves his head out of the way, letting Kyle do a back roll and come back up standing, and then Tyler is the one to taunt Kyle. Kyle, piqued that his strategy has hit some snags here, charges at Tyler, is met by a boot to the gut, and then Tyler grabs the arm, attempting to pull Kyle in, and going for a Rainmaker clothesline! Kyle has a split second of Oh shit and he does a forward roll, coming out of it on the other side of the ring, and sliding over to the apron so he can put some ropes between him and Tyler just to be safe.

Jerry Andrews: I think Kyle saw his life flash before his eyes right there.

Tyler shows Kyle how close he was to ending this as Kyle reaches a vertical base. Kyle hesitates stepping back through the ropes as Tyler taunts him. The crowd is split, but very talkative as the two men freeze. Kyle looks around the arena, then at Tyler Scott, eyes locking into a disbelieving attitude. He steps back in the ring, clearly galled by Tyler's attempts at putting him out. The two men circle each other once more before they look to lock up only to have Tyler rake Kyle across the eyes. Tyler rocks Kyle with a right to the jaw before taking the World Champion back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Kyle bounces off the ropes and into a scoop powerslam. Tyler then backs up to the ropes and comes off, dropping a knee across the forehead. Kyle jerks to his feet, holding his forehead and complaining of the pain as Tyler gets up and turns him inside out with a tilt-a-whirl slam into the mat; whereupon he quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg.

The referee: One...





Two... Kickout.

Kyle gets up a little winded and dazed from the two moves from Tyler, and is immediately tossed into the ropes courtesy of Tyler. Kyle, unable to do anything quick enough to dodge Tyler, is nailed with a huge boot to the face from Tyler and finds himself on the mat once again looking up at the ceiling. Tyler, wanting to show Kyle that he’s in complete control of the match, goes for a cover causing the referee to slide into position immediately to go for the count.

The referee: One...






Two... Kickout.

Ace Anderson: Whatever Tyler has in the tank is working for him, he seems reinvigorated tonight. We saw him seeking out Gabriel backstage, maybe he got a little spiritual enlightenment to help him shut Shane up?

Jerry Andrews: Kyle is nowhere close to being done, Ace so you can remove that thought from your head right now.

Tyler, not discouraged at all, pulls himself back up and begins to pull Kyle up along with him. However, Kyle, who is tired of being dragged around the ring by the Transgressor, plants an elbow firmly into the midsection of Tyler that causes Scott to let go of Kyle. Kyle, wanting to take advantage of the situation, slams an elbow into the throat of Tyler before nailing him with a spinning backfist that rocks Tyler. A dazed Transgressor falls back, dropping to one knee and Kyle bounces off the ropes and buries him with a running, sliding short reverse STO, spiking Tyler's head into the mat from about two feet away on the fly. Kyle then goes for a cover.

The referee: One...





Two... Kickout.

Kyle exhales, and nods that it's fine. He lifts Tyler up, and makes him eat a few European uppercuts. Kyle goes to the side of Tyler, hooking a leg, and lands a lifting back suplex to Tyler, slamming him into the mat. Tyler rolls over, holding his back and gets to his knees on all fours as Kyle comes running in, looking for a running punt to the side of the head, but Tyler pulls his head back and Kyle goes past him by several feet, not allowing himself to turn this into Lucy Van Pelt pulling his football away. Kyle turns around, and Tyler nips up to his feet, then hops up, meeting Kyle with a hurricanrana attempt, but as he snaps Kyle end over end Kyle does a cartwheel dodge out of it and lands to his feet, and Tyler is mildly discombobulated and he comes back to a standing position, turning around only to be blasted with a jumping corkscrew kick to the temple that staggers him. Kyle, smiling as he takes a short breath, lays one arm against the ropes, and then he motions for Tyler to get up. Tyler does, shaking the cobwebs out, and Kyle kicks him with the toe of his boot, yelling "Come on you limey cunt!" Before pulling out the most atrociously mocking Cockney accent and yelling "It's time for me to go shag Meghan Markle's dog, it is!" and booting Tyler again. Tyler gets to his feet, roaring, and Kyle leapfrogs over him. Kyle laughs, looking to the crowd, but Tyler has turned around now and Kyle is standing by the ropes. Tyler charges him, and Kyle waits until Tyler is just in position, trying to send him over the top rope by pulling it down. Tyler, still in charge mode, does go over the top rope, but he grabs onto the top rope and balances himself. Kyle, still in his taunting and pandering mode, turns back to see his rube, however Tyler is standing half a foot away from him from the apron, and then he grabs Kyle by the spiky hair and pulls him off, dropping off the apron with such reckless speed as he holds on to the hair that Kyle is hung up dangerously hard on the top rope. Kyle goes flinging back off the rope, and he hits the mat hard, choking and contorting around, holding his windpipe. Tyler, from the apron, reaches in the ring, grabs Kyle by his boots, and pulls Kyle out by the feet so that Kyle almost comes completely out of the ring. Instead, Tyler pulls Kyle out by his boots so that he can scoop him up into his arms, almost in a baby cradling motion. For one split second, Tyler swings Kyle back and forth like a cradle in his arms, before Tyler lifts Kyle up and deposits him, very hard, onto the sternest part of the ring - the ring apron, with a cradling apron backbreaker. Kyle's mouth is stretched taut with pain and he arches his back, nearly slipping off the apron. Tyler gives him the British V-for-fuck you taunt and says "Who's laughing now, wanker?" Tyler gets back onto the apron, telling Kyle to get his ass up. As Tyler waits for Kyle to try pulling himself together, crawling up using the ropes to steady him, Tyler runs the entire length of the apron and makes Kyle eat an apron running Switchblade superkick. The crowd gives a gasp of shock at the innovative move, and Kyle is floored, knocked off the apron entirely.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD!

Ace Anderson: That kicked Kyle straight back a foot and a half!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane took two falls in one there, the impact of the kick, and the crash of his head meeting the floor.

Ace Anderson: This is a good time to plug that Pure Class Wrestling is compliant and aware with all CTE and concussion related symptoms, and we donate proceeds to charities that work with, well, people like Kyle who's brains were just turned into scrambled eggs.

Tyler is on his knees on the apron, and he rolls back under the rope to catch his breath, and then he rolls back out to the outside. He stalks Kyle, who, while hardly even aware of where he's at at the moment, is crawling on hands and elbows in the aisle.

Ace Anderson: Tyler is going to stay on top of Kyle. If Shane is smart he'd create some distance between the two of them!

Jerry Andrews: I don't think his brain is even firing neurons to his legs at this point.

Tyler lifts Kyle up, and walks him over, telling some fans at ringside to clear out of the way. He lifts Kyle up by the hair and bounces Kyle off the metal guardrail, which doesn't have as much give as Kyle's face would like. Kyle is in so much pain. His cheek is squished against the metal rail and he slides down, but Tyler lifts him back up and bounces his head off the metal guardrail again. Tyler paces around, holding a fist up to the crowd and making a title sign around his waist. Then, he backs up in the aisle, halfway around the ring by where the commentary tables are. As he gets set to charge he sees Kyle, only supporting himself by leaning against the guardrail, give Tyler a middle finger and gasp hoarsely across the divide, "Is that... all you got... pussy?..." Tyler, gnashing his teeth with an expression of someone who is relishing dishing out this punishment, runs towards Kyle, who is still hanging limply by the rail. But as Tyler is incoming, just before he meets Kyle for a face wash style boot that would kick Kyle's head off and send it into the second row, Kyle ducks and back drops Tyler, sending Tyler sprawling into some front row fans laps! The crowd roars at this, and amazingly an "OLE" chant goes up.

Jerry Andrews: This fight is spilling all over the front row!

Ace Anderson: If they're not careful and get back in the ring, the referee will count them out. Unless... that's what Kyle Shane is hoping for.

Jerry Andrews: Frankly I think Kyle is just looking for a way to survive. He had no way of knowing this fight was coming.

Ace Anderson: It hasn't stopped his mouth from running at light speed, though, has it? Let's face it, Jerry, between the Betting Pool and his taunts tonight, Kyle has ordered a reckoning. This may be it.

Kyle is trying desperately to get to his feet, shaking off the succession of hard shots. He gets to his feet, walking over to Tyler who is over the side of the guardrail. He takes Tyler, slowly pulling him up and clubbing him a few times. He goes to hook Tyler for a snap suplex, trying to bring Tyler Scott back over the rail the hard way, as front row fans cheer on and pat them. Kyle jerks to lift Tyler up and suplex him over, but Tyler resists. Kyle jerks a few more times, but he can't muscle Tyler over. Tyler kicks his legs and wiggles back down. Finally Kyle pulls Tyler's hair and slams him off the guardrail, then lifts Tyler up, attempting a vertical suplex, and Tyler is pointed straight up for a second, but rather than let himself go crashing back down into the aisle, Tyler wiggles his legs again in midair and kicks back down, coming down from the side of Kyle. Tyler grabs Kyle, whirls him around, and throws him into the steel ringpost head first. Kyle groans, rests with one arm against the ringpost, and the camera picks up a line of blood from a gash over his eye. Tyler rolls Kyle back in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle may be busted open after that violent hit into the ringpost!

Ace Anderson: You have to wonder... we saw Tyler Scott talking to Gabriel earlier. What .... what if Tyler asked Gabriel for advice, and Gabriel told him to go out there and be as aggressive and unscrupulous as he or his Lord are?

Jerry Andrews: That's not a Gospel I'd want to hear.

Tyler starts choking away at Kyle to massive boos from the crowd as the Referee starts to lay the count to Scott who breaks he choke at the four count. Tyler reaches his feet where he picks a now Kyle up off the mat. Tyler lands an open handed chop across the chest before scooping Shane up and slamming him to the mat. Tyler charges towards the ropes, then comes off and hits a running knee drop. Tyler makes another cover.

The referee: One...







Two...






Th- Kickout.

Shane kicks out to another pop from the crowd. Tyler reaches a vertical base before picking Kyle up. He drives Kyle back into the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Kyle bounces off the far side as Tyler ducks his head. Kyle puts on the breaks before kicking Tyler in the upper chest causing him to stand straight up. Kyle quickly snatches a double leg sending Tyler on the mat on his back. Kyle leaps up in the air and delivers both legs into the lower chest of Scott with a double foot stomp! A winded, weakened Kyle gets back to his feet with the crowd solidly behind him as motions for Tyler to get up. Tyler does, holding his ribs, and Kyle tattoo's him with a jumping bicycle knee strike.

Jerry Andrews: Music of the Spheres!!

Kyle quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg.

Referee and the crowd: One...





Two...







Thr- Kickout.

Tyler escapes the near fall to a massive gasp from the crowd.

Kyle reaches his feet where he picks Tyler up. He drives Tyle back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Kyle lays several shoulders into the midsection of Scott before snapping him out to the center of the ring with a snap mare take over. Kyle charges forward kicking Scott right across the shoulder blades! Kyle forces Tyler's shoulders down to the mat with another cover.

Referee: One....







Two...







Thr-Tyler kicks out once again!

Jerry Andrews: Kyle has got to stay on top of Scott!

Kyle reaches a vertical base where he picks Tyler up. Kyle picks Tyler up. He locks a front face lock before delivering a snap suplex! The crowd inside the arena comes to a fever pitch as Kyle points up to the top turnbuckle. However, he's taken too long to get it going, as he staggers getting onto the top rope. Kyle rights himself, finally getting to the rope, set for a moonsault, but then Tyler Scott shoots forward and runs into the corner, clubbing Kyle hard with a chop to the back. Kyle winces, and Tyler reaches between his legs and up, grabbing Kyle's hair while Kyle is still turned backwards on the ropes. Tyler pulls Kyle down and slams Kyle's head into the turnbuckle! Kyle, in so much pain that he doesn't move off the turnbuckle, sits there doubled over on the top rope. Then Tyler backs two steps up, and then surges forward, delivering a superkick between Kyle's legs that blasts Kyle right in the face, like a Cheeky Nando's variation of the Switchblade superkick! Kyle is hit so hard he flings over the top rope and out onto the apron, and Tyler holds his arms out and yells out to the crowd, who were super impressed by the innovative kick.

Jerry Andrews: And another unique hit with the Switchblade Superkick tonight!!

Ace Anderson: That is pure blunt force trauma, Kyle's head slams turnbuckle, rests there, is kicked off his shoulders from between his legs.

Kyle is laid on the apron, staring at the lights. His forehead gash has widened aand blood is leaking down his face and neck. He gingerly grips at his head and neck, having landed badly. The crowd gasps with the impact. Tyler manages to pull Kyle back into the ring under the bottom rope, making a cover and hook the nearest leg.

The referee and the crowd: One...









Two...









Thre-

Kyle shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a massive ovation from the crowd! Tyler cuts his eyes towards the referee before smacking his hands together three quick times while encouraging a faster count as he reaches a vertical base. Tyler stomps down on the body of Kyle before reaching down and picking Kyle up off the mat. Tyler delivers a thrust to the throat that sends the World Champion back into a neutral corner. Tyler charges in with a clothesline to Shane rocking him back into the corner. Tyler throws Kyle down to the mat out of the corner, and Kyle is beaten down and his eyesight so obscured from blood he can do little except twitch. Tyler Scott, smirking confidently, lifts Kyle up and irish whips him into the opposite corner. Tyler whips Kyle into the corner, and comes in looking for a splash or some other corner move, but Kyle moves quickly out of the way. Tyler stumbles out of the turnbuckle, and then when he turns around holding his injured chest Kyle hooks his neck from behind, and then he pulls Tyler back across the ropes with a modified tarantula stretch with a crossface. Tyler's eyes bug out at being caught in the sudden and deadly submission, his legs tucked in to the tarantula hold as Kyle pulls the crossface back taut, stretching Tyler like a bow over the ropes. The referee starts a count to disqualification. Kyle, his right eye obscured by blood, has a desperate grimace on his face, but Tyler is just yelling in pain. Finally the ref counts four, and Kyle has to break. Kyle releases the tarantula, and Tyler falls forward, holding his back and groaning in pain as Kyle sinks to the apron.

Jerry Andrews: I've never seen something like that, but I think Kyle was counting on it, he suckered Tyler in to his web with that move.

Ace Anderson: It was stretching the rules because of the rope break, but the damage was done.

Tyler gets to his feet, groaning, and holding his back and neck. Kyle attempts a springboard, but his attempt isn't strong enough, as Kyle comes over the ropes for a springboard forearm Tyler snatches the wrist and throws Kyle to the mat. Kyle yells as he hits the point of his shoulder hard. Tyler doesn't waste a second in strapping on a crossface submission of his own, down on the mat. Kyle moans in pain and tries to grab the ropes. The referee moves in, asking Kyle if he gives up. Tyler shouts for him to tap. With every beat of his heart Kyle is losing more blood. Kyle shakes his head no, then his eyes light up and he yells "NO!" more forcefully. He rolls on his side, pushing Tyler over onto his back. Tyler attempts to right himself and get the hold reapplied. Kyle fights with all of his might to keep the arms from locking around his throat again, biting the hand of Tyler, and then finally Shane is able to yank his way out of it. Kyle keeps control of one wrist, then he rolls it over into a hammerlock, then from there work over a top wristlock, pulled all the way back. Kyle snakes a leg around so it's pressing against the temple of Tyler Scott, and he grits his teeth and shouts "Give up! Give up or I'll break it!!"

Ace Anderson: This match has become a gritty war of attrition, they've beaten and worn each other down so much, but neither man has given an inch so far.

Jerry Andrews: Nor will they, because this is about the Pure Class Wrestling World Title.

Kyle shouts again for Tyler to give up, bending the arm back at an angle it shouldn't be going. Tyler yelps, and he fishes his foot backwards, since they were just near enough the ropes in the crossface, he should be in a position to... Yes! Tyler hooks a leg over the bottom rope, while Kyle has one arm still trapped with his boot against Tyler's face. Kyle gives several hard, demeaning kicks to the side of the face, but the referee is warning him he is about to be disqualified if he doesn't heed the count, two, three, and stop kicking Tyler in the face. Kyle breaks the hold on four, lifting his opponent up. Tyler's arm dangles by his side, useless. Kyle backs Tyler to the ropes and gives him a few short forearms, then Kyle turns to wipe some blood out of his eye. He loads Tyler up on his shoulder and goes for a pop-up lift into a strong kick to the chest... but as Tyler Scott comes down, he grabs the incoming kick to the chest in both hands firmly, and Tyler falls down, performing a cringe-worthy dragon screw and snapping Kyle's leg over painfully. Kyle drops, and yells, holding his knee in agony. Tyler pulls a Kyle Shane who can't support himself on two legs at that moment up, wraps the arms and drills him into the mat with an X-Plex. Then he covers.

The referee and the crowd: One...











Two...









Three - Kickout.

The crowd is once again on their feet for both competitors. Tyler lifts his limping enemy up, pasting him with a European uppercut that sends spit flying, then another, not letting Kyle gather any strength to even stand unassisted. Tyler then grabs the wrist of Kyle, walking the staggering champion around the ring by it as Kyle stumbles and falls. Tyler wraps the arm around Kyle's waist, then turns Kyle, attempting to pull him in to the shortarm lariat, but as they are incoming and just about to meet, Kyle catches Tyler around the chest and under the armpit, in perfect position for a uranage suplex, but he flips them BOTH backwards for an unbelievable standing Spanish fly! The crowd is awed at Kyle's reversal to the Rainmaker, and Kyle is too beaten to continue, as he lays on his side clutching at his knee.

Jerry Andrews: This could be the opening Kyle needs!

The crowd starts another massive "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle" chant as the PCW World Champion starts pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. Tyler starts working his way back to a vertical base as well. Once standing Kyle bounces off the ropes and charges towards Scott where he's able to duck a clothesline. Kyle charges towards the ropes off, bouncing off and rips off a clothesline of his own! Kyle reaches his feet where he bounce off the ropes once more. Tyler climbs to his feet and eats a Sling blade neckbreaker of such breakneck velocity that people can't comprehend it. The crowd roars as Kyle makes the cover on Scott! He hooks the leg!

Jerry Andrews: Goddess White Sword connects!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...









THREE - Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Good God almighty, was that a spasm or a legitimate kickout?!

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men have shown incredible resilience in this match.

Kyle cringes in pain, wiping the blood out of his countenance and feeling a million aches and pains, as he starts to push himself up off the mat and back to his feet. Kyle falls back into the ropes which supports his weight before he steps out to the ring apron. Kyle makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles. Kyle starts to climb up to the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, Tyler Scott comes alive! Tyler meets Kyle with a bash right to the side of the head, and Kyle's intended top rope maneuver never comes to fruition as Tyler Scott hits him several more times, before climbing up and meeting Kyle, balancing on the second rope as he goes to superplex Kyle off the top. Tyler looks from one side of the arena, then the other, taunting them, and he hooks the head for the superplex, but Kyle elbows him off repeatedly as he comes to life. Kyle lands right hand after right hand, breaking from the intended superplex and punishing Tyler with punches. Tyler wilts, and staggers back, until Tyler is sitting so limp on the top rope that he is able to fall backwards with a push. Tyler falls into a sort of one legged tree of woe. While still sitting on the top rope in superplex position, Kyle grabs his wrist and pulls him over so that Tyler is hanging from one leg under the turnbuckle while his head, in the corner, is sticking out between the middle and top ropes just where the corners meet and is hanging out in the aisle, and then Kyle gets to a stand over top of Tyler, hops off the top rope with a diving knee drop across the exposed face of his opponent, hitting him full force in the side of the head and making the trapped Tyler fall off the rope and halfway out into the apron.

Jerry Andrews: GOOD GOD!!!

Ace Anderson: From the top rope RIGHT to the side of the head, while Tyler's leg was trapped and he was sticking out from between the ropes!!

Jerry Andrews: That could have finished any man. That could have caused unbelievable trauma.

Ace Anderson: To Kyle as well as Tyler, he fell from that height, hit Tyler, and then continued down, hitting his knee on the apron, the hardest damn part of the ring.

The crowd is split between a thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME" and "Holy shit" chants at Kyle's insanely murderous feat. Kyle is on the outside, holding his knee, sucking through his teeth and not able to support any weight. He stands on one leg, favoring his knee, and his eyes are filled with blood and tears of pain. An official comes to check on Kyle and he flings a hand to run them away, then, still gritting his teeth, Kyle uses his shoulder to muscle Tyler over from the apron to more inside the ring. Moving so that he doesn't put any weight on that one side of his body with his leg, Kyle scurries into the cover hooking the closest leg.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...











THREE - Kickout!!

There's another massive gasp as Tyler Scott fires a shoulder up off the mat! There's a massive "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" chant echoes throughout the arena.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd here tonight is showing there gratitude for what both of these men are putting forth.

Kyle cuts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers and how close he was to putting Tyler away. Kyle starts to work his way to back to his feet, shaking his knee out. Kyle reaches down picking Tyler up off the mat. He levels Scott with a hard right hand before driving a boot to the midsection of Scott that doubles him over. Kyle hoists Tyler up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Last Ride powerbomb! Kyle holds for the cover!

Jerry Andrews: And there's the Rise of Iron!!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...











THREE - Tyler Scott KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Tyler manages to roll out to the floor under the bottom rope where he's quickly flanked by the EMT that was checking on Kyle's knee. The referee starts to lay the count to Scott as that EMT is show helping Tyler up to a vertical base. In the ring Kyle bounces off the far side where he charges across the ring and leaps through the top and middle rope with a suicide dive! Tyler Scott moves out of the way and the EMT takes the bullet meant for him! Kyle reaches his feet where he comes towards Scott only to have Tyler reaches out and latch on to the front of Kyle's tights and pull him forward while falling out of the way sending Kyle smashing face and shoulder first into the steel steps.

Jerry Andrews: And with that miscalculation on Kyle's part has allowed Tyler Scott to shift the momentum of this contest once again back in his favor.

Ace Anderson: Are you kidding?! It was high risk. Kyle's leg is being held together by spit and chewing gum and like one tendon. He should not be trying to fly.

Tyler reaches down picking up Kyle Shane and rolling him back into the ring. Tyler slides back into the ring where he manages work his way back to vertical base. Tyler drops down taking a front face lock before starting to drive vicious knee strikes to the head and face of Kyle Shane! Knee after knee strikes the head and face of Kyle.

Jerry Andrews: Vicious knee strike after vicious knee strike to the head and face of Shane!

Tyler lays in several more knee strikes before releasing the front face lock. He gets to a vertical base before picking Kyle up off the mat. Tyler rocks the World Champion with a hard right hand that sends him back into the ropes. Scott fires Kyle across the ring with an Irish Whip, Kyle bounces off the ropes and is quickly cut off with a Million Dollar Knee lift. Tyler lifts Shane back to his feet, hooking his insensate opponent into a hammerlock with a facelock before sweeping the leg back and crushing Kyle's skull with a hammerlock DDT. Tyler quickly makes the cover hooking the nearest leg.

Jerry Andrews: Straightjacket connects. The champion is in serious, serious trouble.

Ace Anderson: I don't think I've ever seen anyone kick out of this!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...











THREE - Kickout!!

Ace Anderson: WHAT.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God, what does Tyler have to do?! What do either of these men have to do?!

Kyle kicks out to a massive ovation from the crowd, but lays there on his side with a faraway look in his eyes. Tyler works his way back to his feet where he picks Kyle up off the mat again. Kyle breaks loose and hits a lightning quick single knee facebuster that drags Tyler to the mat and then shooting back up as his face bounces off Shane's shin bone. Shane grimaces, holding That Leg, but willing himself to block out the pain and get up. Kyle starts pushing himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where he picks Tyler up off the mat. He loads Tyler up onto a shoulder, going for a small package driver, but Tyler hangs on to the wrist as he comes down behind Kyle, turning him around and then BLASTING HIM, turning Kyle inside out with a Rainmaker clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: He finally hit it!

Ace Anderson: We could be seconds away from a new champion!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THREE...

NO!

The crowd roars as Kyle Shane kicks out moments before the three count! Tyler now shoots his eyes towards the referee before working his way back to his feet followed by Kyle Shane, Shane swings with a right hand that Tyler ducks out of the way off causing Kyle to spin in a complete circle before being met with another boot to the midsection doubling over Shane. Kyle groans, holding his midsection, and Tyler runs off the ropes, jumps and uses Kyle's shoulders as a springboard to jump straight up before coming down on the back of Kyle's head and smashing it into the mat with a high speed, violent curb stomp. Tyler rests on the mat where he landed, and takes several gasping lungfuls of air, and then he pushes over and rolls Kyle onto his back to make a cover.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...











TWO...











THREE -

NO!! KICKOUT!

Tyler flops and kicks off of Kyle Shane as the place comes unglued. This war has taken everything out of both men. Tyler desperately looks up at the ref, asking him if it was three., and when the referee tells him it wasn't, Tyler yells "COME ON!!" Kyle tries to push himself up by his elbows, breathing heavily, and he looks like he doesn't know where he is. The crowd is chanting "LET'S GO TYLER/LET'S GO SHANE" as both adversaries are down on the mat. There is a pregnant moment as Tyler is sitting against the ropes, anxiously rubbing his mouth and asking what he has to do, as Kyle Shane sits up, nearly flopping back down as he holds his arm clamped to his side in agony.

Jerry Andrews: What a main event match. We've seen some battles Living a Legacy history, for sure, and this main event World Title match will stand up there with them.

Ace Anderson: I don't know about that, yet, Jerry. We still need a winner, and neither one of these men looks sure of what to do just yet.

Tyler, being the first to recover, paces around as Kyle is on his knees, and Kyle is looking defeated. Kyle's shoulders are slumped, blood is running down over his eye, and he is breathing heavily as he is on his knees in front of Tyler, then a nasty snarl crosses Kyle's face, saying "You're nothing but a never will be." Tyler cocks his head, a smirk crossing his face, as he can be heard to be mouthing back to Kyle's weary trash talk.

Tyler Scott: Oh, is that right?

Kyle Shane: Do it, you don't have the guts to do it, you're nothing.

Tyler Scott: Nothing?

Kyle Shane: Finish me, come on... Do it!

Tyler, having put up with Shane's inane taunting and antics all night, has finally reached a point where enough is enough. He snarls, and his foot bounces and vibrates, tuning up for a killing blow of a Switchblade superkick. Tyler steps back a few steps, and his foot is incoming to behead Kyle Shane, but then... Kyle Shane springs to LIFE, coming up and pivoting on one foot as he pretty much buries the bottom of his heel right into the jaw of Tyler Scott. Tyler, who had been rushing in for the superkick, does not get the chance to connect with it, as he basically ran RIGHT into a roundhouse spin kick on his own. Tyler is hit with such force that he leaves his feet and flings backwards.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler is going for yet another Switchblade Superkick, and - NO!! VATS!! Kyle Shane drew Tyler RIGHT INTO THE VATS!!

Kyle Shane goes down like he's been shot, unable to support weight on his knee. He grimaces in pain, holding his knee and stretching it out on the mat.

Ace Anderson: Tyler thought Kyle's defeated taunting was daring him to give him one last superkick, but instead he was baiting him right into a trap, and he kicked Tyler's freaking head off with that VATS.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle's game plan did pay off!

Moving by scooting back on his butt, Kyle scoots over and drapes a hand on the chest of Tyler Scott. The referee counts this as a pin.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...













THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, AND STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... KYLE SHANE!!!

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begin playing as Kyle lays on his back, near tears from the pain, but forcing himself to sit up, and even bend the knee. He looks over at Tyler, who is still laid out on the mat. The referee hands Kyle the World Title belt, and a happy, relieved smile breaks over Kyle's face like a damn and he hugs the championship tight.

Jerry Andrews: What a title defense! What a match!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane turned back the threat of a game Tyler Scott, who seriously has to have seen his stock in this company rise with this performance.

Jerry Andrews: He took the World Champion to the limit, and had him beaten, until he fell into Kyle's defense trap game.

Tyler is being revived by the referee, and he sits up, staring in disbelief. He doesn't remember the hit that took him down. He looks around wildly, yelling at everyone. Kyle Shane, however, is limping still, but even on one leg he's proud to hold his World Title belt up.

Jerry Andrews: That was incredible, and... WE'RE NOT DONE YET!

Ace Anderson: That's right, folks, we've got the final of the.....

Jerry Andrews: Wait a second... what's this?

Tyler Scott is still sitting in the ring, with his head in his hands, when Seromine arrives on the scene. Scott is devastated at the loss, and he doesn't see the preacher enter the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What is he doing down here!?

Seromine sits on the ropes and motions towards Scott. Scott looks up and sees Seromine holding the ropes for him. Scott hesitates for a moment and then slowly walks over. He walks through the ropes and leaves the ring. Seromine smiles and walks behind him. Tyler Scott has his head down the entire way. Seromine places his hand on Tyler's shoulder for a moment before allowing Scott to walk back through the curtain ahead of him.

I feel glorious, glorious
Got a chance to start again
I was born for this, born for this
It's who I am, how could I forget?
I made it through the darkest part of the night
And now I see the sunrise
Now I feel glorious, glorious
I feel glorious, glorious

Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Return to Glory IX

Sunday August 19, 2018

Jerry Andrews: That's right ladies and gentlemen, the next time we will welcome to a huge special event on the PCW Network will be Sunday August 19th when we present Return to Glory IX!

Ace Anderson: But, we're not done yet here tonight! We've still got the Icemann Invitational Tournament final!

At ringside, the Icemann Invitational Tournament Trophy can be seen as the crowd cheers.

Sasha Greene: The following is THE FINAL MATCH IN THE 2018 ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT!! 

The crowd explodes as Sasha Greene smiles.

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match will receive the prestigious Icemann Invitational Tournament trophy, a $100,000 cash prize, and a contract to compete against the PCW champion of their choosing in a match at any time in the next 365 days!

Jerry Andrews: After an incredible tournament, and several amazing matches and moments, it's come to this. Two competitors. One match. The winner claims the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament trophy.


Ace Anderson: And the right to challenge for whatever title they'd like. Last year's tournament winner, Kyle Shane, is now our World Champion and he used his tournament contract to face Gabriel for the PCW North American Title, defeating him for that championship.


Jerry Andrews: And now Gabriel could return the favor.... if he can get by Grimm.


Ace Anderson: That's a HUGE if, Jerry.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, he weighs in at 217 lbs... GRIMM!! 

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

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

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

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds, GABRIEL!

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

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

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

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

Icemann Invitational Tournament Final Match

Grimm vs Gabriel

Referee:

Eric Russo

Jerry Andrews: Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we are. We all know what's at stake. One of these two competitors is going to walk out of this match carrying the Icemann Invitational Tournament trophy. Not to mention that they’ll be $100,000 richer and have the right to challenge any PCW champion to a title match in the next year!

Ace Anderson: There’s so much riding on this match.

Jerry Andrews: These two guys took very different paths to get here. Grimm has been impressive this entire tournament, beating Wasp and Hiroshi Yukio in impressive fashion in the first two rounds before handing Dominator his first singles loss earlier tonight. Gabriel, on the other hand, needed assistance from Kyle Shane to get by Tyler Scott, and there was a hell of a lot of controversy in his victory over Justin Michaels.

Ace Anderson: Plus, he’s in this match right now because Seromine got himself intentionally disqualified earlier tonight.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right. Not a single clean victory in this tournament and yet here he is in the final!

Ace Anderson: Well, Grimm isn’t exactly a saint either. His victory over Dominator earlier wasn’t exactly clean either.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think anyone has ever called Grimm a saint. Nonetheless, the bell has rung and here we go!

As the bell rings, Gabriel drops to his knees and prays.

Ace Anderson: He's taking a knee! Suspend him!

Jerry Andrews: The national anthem isn't playing!!!!

Ace Anderson: Well... why isn't it??? Such disrespect....

Grimm and Gabriel face off in the center of the ring. Without much fanfare, the two lock up briefly before Grimm gets the upper hand by kneeing his opponent in the midsection. Gabriel doubles over and Grimm drives his elbow into the back of his neck. Gabriel falls to the mat. Grimm pulls him up and tosses him into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm already in firm control here.

Ace Anderson: Remember, both of these guys have already competed tonight so they’re worn down and tired at this point. It’s gut check time.

Jerry Andrews: You're right, Ace. I can't see this one going too long after the battles these guys went through earlier this evening.

Gabriel walks out of the corner, but Grimm slugs him with a big right hand, sending him back into it. Grimm then hits Gabriel with a strong forearm, pulls him out of the corner, and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex. Grimm goes for a quick cover:

1….
2….
Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Smart move by Grimm there, going for the early cover.

Ace Anderson: It really was. We all know both of these guys are tired so why not take your chances and try to end it early?

Grimm pulls Gabriel up, sets him up, and hits a fisherman’s suplex. He holds on for a cover…

1…
2….
Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Grimm just trying to wear Gabriel down here. Smart wrestling by the Hangtown Horror.

Grimm mounts Gabriel now and he begins pummeling him with strong right and left forearms. Gabriel tries to cover up, but Grimm continues, breaking through Gabriel’s guard and connecting with several stiff shots to Gabriel’s head.

Grimm stands up now, he takes a few steps back, and he waits for Gabriel to stand up. Gabriel rises slowly, using the ropes for assistance. Suddenly Grimm nearly cuts him in half with a spear. Another cover:

1….
2….
Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Gabriel has shown that he’s a pretty resilient guy, but there’s no way he’ll be able to take much more of this.

Gabriel seems to understand that himself and he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Grimm follows him. He grabs Gabriel by the head and slams him into the ring apron. He then scoop slams him down to the floor and drops an elbow. Grimm gets up and he slides into the ring momentarily to break the count.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel looks down and out, but apparently Grimm doesn’t want this to be a count out.

Ace Anderson: Why not? Take the victory and the money any way you can get it!!!

Grimm waits for Gabriel to get up. He uses the apron to pull himself up, but then he’s immediately knocked back down with a strong savate kick by Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: My God! He nearly took Gabriel’s head off there!

Grimm reaches down and he pulls Gabriel up. Gabriel hits him with a series of flailing strikes, none of which have too much effect. Grimm now throws Gabriel back into the ring. Grimm pulls himself up onto the apron, but Gabriel rolls out of the ring on the other side, hitting the floor with a thud.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel could be really hurt here. Remember his recent concussion history!

Grimm walks across the ring and steps out the other side as the referee also leaves the ring to check on Gabriel. Grimm tries to approach his opponent, but the referee waves him off and goes back to Gabriel.

Jerry Andrews: You have to think the official is thinking about stopping this one.

Apparently, Gabriel tells the official that he can still go, because the referee returns to the ring. Grimm approaches his opponent, but Gabriel strikes him with a low blow!

Jerry Andrews: Cheap shot by Gabriel!

Ace Anderson: And the official was just getting back in the ring when it happened so he didn’t see it!

Gabriel gets to his feet now and he clotheslines Grimm down to the floor. Gabriel holds onto the apron and he begins to stomp away on Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Was Gabriel playing possum or did he just take advantage of the situation?

Ace Anderson: Maybe both. Either way, he’s in charge of this match for the first time now.

Gabriel pulls Grimm up and he slams him into the ringside barrier. He then grabs him by the head and drags his face across the barrier before throwing him into it. Gabriel now places Grimm’s head against the railing and he unloads with a series of right hands. Gabriel now slides back into the ring to avoid a count out. He rolls back up and continues his assault.

Grimm is slowly standing up when Gabriel charges at him, taking his legs out with a chop block. Gabriel then hits a missile dropkick, hitting Grimm right in the face. He then pulls him up and slams his head right into the announce table!

Ace Anderson: Hey! Get away from here!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel using every dirty trick in the book to get back into this match up!

Gabriel now reaches onto the table and he grabs a cable from one of the announcer’s monitors.

Ace Anderson: That’s mine! Stop!

Gabriel now wraps it arounds Grimm’s neck and starts to choke him with the cable!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on now!

The referee slides out of the ring and he starts to admonish Gabriel. Gabriel drops the cable and pleads his case with the official.

Ace Anderson: The referee seemingly willing to let Gabriel go with a warning there.

Jerry Andrews: I understand that he doesn’t want this tournament final match to end with a disqualification on the outside of the ring, but Gabriel is going too far here.

Gabriel rolls back into the ring and he demands that the referee start a ten count on Grimm. The official complies.

Ace Anderson: And now Gabriel’s looking for a count out victory!

Jerry Andrews: This is pathetic. I thought we’d seen Gabriel turn over a new leaf in that match against Seromine, but I was completely wrong. He’s been up to his old dastardly tricks all match.

Ace Anderson: You don’t have to like it, but he’s about five seconds away from winning this tournament.

Just as the referee’s count hits six, Grimm manages to slide into the ring. Gabriel is on him immediately, stomping away. Gabriel drives an elbow into the downed Grimm and then hits him with several fast right hands.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, those are closed fists! Ref!

Ace Anderson: You’re going to have a heart attack. Calm down.

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t right! I honestly thought that Gabriel's battle tonight with Seromine knocked some sense into him, but he's just as dastardly as always.

Ace Anderson: And desperate, don't forget desperate.

Gabriel now grabs Grimm by the leg and drags him over to the ring post. Gabriel slides under the bottom rope and he pulls Grimm's leg out of the ring. He places one of Grimm's legs on each side of the post. He then grabs both legs and pulls, causing Grimm a lot of pain when a very sensitive area hits the ring post!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Come on! This is too much now! That's a blatant low shot!

The referee slides out of the ring and admonishes Gabriel. Gabriel ignores him and then grabs Grimm's leg and slams his knee into the post.

Ace Anderson: The official is definitely allowing a lot of leeway in this match.

Jerry Andrews: Like I said, I appreciate that he doesn't want to see this end in a disqualification, but he needs to get Gabriel under control.

The referee threatens Gabriel with a DQ and Gabriel relents. He slides back into the ring, but the slides right out again. He now repositions Grimm so that his head is hanging over the apron.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no what is he going to do now?

Gabriel reaches under the ring and he pulls out a chair. The referee immediately orders him to drop it, saying he'll award the match to Grimm if Gabriel doesn't put the chair down. Gabriel argues and then he throws the chair into the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel really pushing his luck here.

Ace Anderson: If the ref isn't going to disqualify him, why not push it? I mean, the ref asked him to put the chair down and he did. Technically.

The referee immediately enters the ring to remove the chair. Gabriel takes this opportunity to grab a television cable from under the ring and use it to choke Grimm as he hangs over the apron.

Jerry Andrews: He's choking Grimm with another cable! This is too much!

Ace Anderson: He's playing the referee for a fool!

Gabriel drops the cable as the referee turns around. He drives his elbow into Grimm's throat and slides back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: The look on Gabriel's face shows how desperate he is to win this match. And, apparently, he'll do it by any means necessary.

Gabriel then kneels down beside Grimm and unloads with a series of elbow smashes to Grimm’s face. Grimm pushes him aside, but the damage has been done. Gabriel pulls Grimm up now, but the Hangtown Horror surprises him with a headbutt, sending Gabriel staggering. Grimm now steps forward and he catches Gabriel, driving him into the mat with a huge spinebuster!

Grimm with a cover:

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Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Kickout at two, but just like that Grimm is back in this match.

Ace Anderson: I don’t think you can ever really count Grimm out.

Jerry Andrews: He's not letting Gabriel's antics get him off his game. Grimm is focused on doing what he needs to do to win.

Grimm pulls Gabriel up now and he throws him into the corner. Grimm unloads with a series of strong strikes, before setting Gabriel up and dropping him with a DDT. Grimm goes for the cover once again:

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Jerry Andrews: Thr…..no!

Ace Anderson: Grimm almost had him there!

Gabriel is struggling to get to his feet now. Grimm grabs him and he Irish whips him across the ring. Gabriel rebounds back, and Grimm hits him with a double handed chop to the neck!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Ace Anderson: Grimm battling back, doing whatever he can to end this match and take home that trophy.

Grimm pulls Gabriel up. Headbutt! Headbutt! Headbutt! Headbutt!

Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Gabriel’s down!

Grimm pulls Gabriel up and he sets him up for another DDT, but Gabriel reverses the move into a back body drop! Gabriel seems dazed for a moment, but then he heads right back to Grimm. Gabriel drops an elbow on Grimm. He then pulls him to his feet, and then throws him out of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel taking this outside the ring once again.

Gabriel stands in the ring for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Gabriel then climbs to the top ropes. As Grimm stands up on the outside, Gabriel leaps at him with a flying cross body! Grimm catches Gabriel in mid-air! He then runs and slams Gabriel back-first into the ring post before dropping him to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel took a big chance and it backfired there!

Ace Anderson: We don’t see Gabriel leap off the top rope too often and that’s apparently why! What a big mistake! That could cost Gabriel this match!

Jerry Andrews: I wonder if the fatigue of competing in his second match of the night was in any way responsible for that lapse in judgment there.

Grimm then grabs Gabriel and he rolls him back into the ring. From there he follows Gabriel into the ring. Grimm then drops an elbow onto Gabriel’ back.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm attacking Gabriel’s spine here now.

Grimm then lifts Gabriel up and he hits him with a sidewalk slam. Grimm then pulls Gabriel up again and drops Gabriel spine-first against Grimm’s knee.

Jerry Andrews: Back breaker by Grimm.

Ace Anderson: He’s just systematically taking Gabriel apart, body part by body part.

Grimm then pulls Gabriel up once again and he body slams him back down to the mat. Grimm then stands delivers a leg drop, but Gabriel moves out of the way! Both men are down now. Slowly Grimm gets up to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm up first!

Grimm pulls Gabriel up, but suddenly Gabriel hits him with a roundhouse kick to the ribs! Gabriel then clotheslines Grimm down to the mat! Gabriel then drops an elbow. He then pulls Grimm up and he Irish whips him across the ring. Grimm rebounds off of the ropes, and Gabriel hits him with a running clothesline. Gabriel now goes for the cover:
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Kickout by Grimm!

Gabriel now pulls Grimm up again and he hits him with a kick to the stomach! Grimm is bent over.

Ace Anderson: Gabriel setting Grimm up with BELIEVE!

Grimm blocks it. He punches Gabriel in the chest and then Irish whips him off of the ropes. Grimm goes for a clothesline, but Gabriel ducks out of the way and he kicks Grimm in the chest! Gabriel attempts BELIEVE once more, but Grimm hits him with an uppercut to the chin! Gabriel stumbles backwards! Grimm grabs him and hits a wheelbarrow facebuster!

Jerry Andrews: Foddershock!!! The cover!!!

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Jerry Andrews: Gabriel kicks out at the very last opportunity!

Grimm stands up and he pulls Gabriel up. Gabriel surprises him with a kick to the stomach. He grabs him and…

Ace Anderson: BELIEVE!!!

Gabriel covers Grimm:

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Jerry Andrews: HE GOT HIM!

Ace Anderson: NO!

Grimm kicks out. Gabriel is visibly upset. He pulls Grimm up and wastes no time hitting….

Jerry Andrews: The Word of the Lord! This has to be it!

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Ace Anderson: And Grimm kicks out again!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm will not be denied here tonight! He’s going to keep fighting no matter what!

Gabriel is seated in the ring, beside himself that this match is still going on.

Ace Anderson: The look on Gabriel’s face is the look of a man who just hit his opponent with everything he had and it wasn’t enough.

Gabriel slowly gets up and he walks towards Grimm, who is getting back to his feet. As Gabriel approaches, Grimm hits him with an elbow to the stomach. And then another. Grimm is up now and he grabs the doubled over Gabriel, driving him head-first into the mat with a DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel’s taken a lot of punishment in this match. He may have evened things up with those big moves a few minutes ago, but Grimm is back in control now.

Grimm unloads with several more forearms to Gabriel’s head. Gabriel can’t gets his arms up to block the shots and instead just takes the blows to the face.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm’s trying to pound Gabriel into dust now.

Ace Anderson: He’s not taking any more chances. He wants to end this and he wants to end this now.

Grimm pulls Gabriel up and he throws him into the corner once again. Grimm drives his knee into Gabriel’s midsection. He then hits a big elbow strike followed up by a brutal series of headbutts. The Dead Reckoning leaves Gabriel slumped down in the corner. Grimm pulls Gabriel up and away from the ropes, before hitting a sleeping neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration!

Grimm now makes his way to the second turnbuckle as Gabriel struggles to get to his feet. As Gabriel stands and staggers towards Grimm, seemingly having no idea where he is, the Hangtown Horror comes off the ropes, grabbing him by the head and driving him into the mat with a huge tornado DDT!

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST! GOOD NIGHT!

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Ace Anderson: Grimm wins! Grimm is our tournament champion!

Jerry Andrews: What a victory!


Grimm rises to his feet as the crowd explodes.

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match, and the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament winner: GRIMM!!!!!

Jerry Andrews: What a historic moment! A PCW legend claims his first Icemann Invitational Tournament win! What a fitting way to honor the legacy of Luis Malave!

Ace Anderson: Grimm has won nearly everything there is to win in PCW, but he had never claimed the Icemann trophy! And now, there is he is, standing alongside that very trophy in triumph!

Jerry Andrews: Every champion in PCW had better be looking over their shoulder.

Ace Anderson: I just want to know how he's going to spend the money!

Jerry Andrews: I'm afraid to ask.

Ace Anderson: You know how many shovels you can get for $100,000?

Jerry Andrews: Well, folks, what an incredible night! We'll leave you with the image of the 2018 Icemann Invitational Tournament winner: Grimm. Goodnight everyone!

Grimm takes the trophy into his possession and he raises it into the air. Suddenly... the opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begin to play. The crowd cheers. Kyle Shane makes his way out to the ring, the PCW World Championship on his shoulder. He steps towards Grimm and stares him right in the eyes. Grimm returns the gesture with a grin, a tilt of the head, and he turns his back and simply exits the ring. The scene fades to black.

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