Deadly Intentions IX Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Deadly Intentions IX
Sunday October 14th, 2018

The crowd inside the Pure Class Arena is as HOT as always, as Deadly Intentions hits the airwaves.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to Deadly Intentions! What a show we have scheduled tonight! I'm Jerry Andrews as always and by my side is my broadcast partner Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: Hello everyone! Three huge title matches plus the Deadly Rumble!? Woo! What a show! Let's get right to it!

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

The crowd erupts in a huge pop for the first contest of the evening.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the challenger, he weighs in at 265 lbs... The Big Dog, RAZOR BLADE!!

As "The Truth Reigns" begins playing on the PA, Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience. He walks down the steps and high fives his fans. He continues to walk down the stops and climbs over the barricade. He stops for a min and hops on the apron, raises both of his arms in the air. Finally he get's down in waits for his opponent to arrive.

Jerry Andrews: Will you listen to the PCW fans loudly welcoming the Big Dog, the Emperor of the Razor Empire!

Ace Anderson: Will you stop? Razor isn't any of those things, he's some impetuous, loud mouthed weirdo who goes around challenging people to Last Mast Standing matches and being obnoxious.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, Razor might have some of those attributes, but he has been a staple of the Underground division, and he's earned the respect of the fans.

Ace Anderson: If you say so, bunky.

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

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, standing six foot-five and weighing in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds and hails from SLO; he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... HOLDEN ROSS!!

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

Jerry Andrews: And what a way for us to kick off Deadly Intentions tonight, with a score settled from the last edition of Trauma.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, you can tell Ross wasn't satisfied by a no contest last time, he wants to make a definitive statement tonight.

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Underground Rules
Holden Ross (Underground 🤴) vs Razor Blade
Referee: Manny Cruz

The bell rings and the hungry Razor wastes no time going to work, rushing in with a fury of punches that rattle the big man. He backs Ross up to the ropes with punches, but then as Razor is incoming with one more punch the giant Ross flings him over his shoulder with a judo toss. There's a pop for Ross as he reaches his feet while Razor reaches his knee's. Ross kneels towards Razor while screaming in his face. Razor stands to his feet catching Ross coming in with a thumb to the eye! Razor drives Ross back into a corner where he unloads with right hands, before swapping with chops across the chest... before transitioning into boots to the chest, beating the Bastard completely down into a seated position. Then, Razor throws a fist up to the crowd before bringing Ross out of the corner with a snap mare take over which is followed up with a penalty kick! Razor quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg of Ross, but Ross is able to escape, throwing a shoulder up the mat breaking the count. Razor reaches a vertical base where he reaches down picking the Bastard up off the mat. Razor under hooks the arms of Ross looking for a double arm DDT, yet quickly Ross manages to counter with a belly to belley suplex. Again, just as the referee is getting into position, Razor claps his way free and breaks the count. Too early yet. Both Razor and Ross reach their feet with the Bastard landing a double thrust to the throat of Razor!

Jerry Andrews: The power of Ross is evident early on, he's been tossing Razor around with ease and, despite some strong kickouts in the beginning, nothing Razor has tried had landed.

Ace Anderson: Holden Ross hasn't even bothered to go get a weapon. He's said to Razor, these hands are a weapon.

Ross bounces Razor's head violently off the top turnbuckle. Razor Blade slumps limply into the corner, trying to catch his breath. A relentless Underground champ spins Razor around where he laces him across the chest with a knife edge chop before taking Razor and hurling him through the ropes and out to the floor. Out on the floor Razor reaches all fours, Ross jumps off the apron with a Cactus Jack Crack Smash, taking them both down with a flying clothesline from off the apron. The crowd pops heavily for this move. Ross reaches down picking Razor up off the mat before driving him head first into the steel steps. Razor is laid out across the steel steps, trying to catch his breath. Ross hammers Razor with a straight right hand before choking Razor with both hands.

Ace Anderson: Ross has been thinking about this nonstop ever since Trauma. He's holding nothing back!

Ross releases the choke before throwing Razor back into the ring under the bottom rope. Ross slides into the ring where he hammers down with another hard right hand before once again choking Razor! Since there really isn't anything the ref can do to stop that, but choking Razor just isn't satisfying enough for Ross, the Bastard releases the choke before reaching his feet. The Bastard reaches down picking Razor up off the mat, before taking Razor back into the ropes, he shoots Razor across the ring, Razor bounces off the ropes and into an overhead release belly to belly suplex! The Bastard quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg of Razor.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Ross snarls and tries getting to his feet, but Razor finally cuts off his momentum with a boot to the face, and then as Ross stumbles back, Razor comes in and headbutts him. Finagling a stunned Ross back into the corner, Razor slams home a big elbow to his opponent’s chin. A second elbow smash follows before Razor attempts to whip Ross into the opposite turnbuckles, but the effort falls short, as the Bastard locks his left arm around the top rope. Combined with his massive frame, he is impossible to move, and with his right arm still locked in Razor’s grasp, Ross pulls forward, stepping out of the way at the last second, and sending Razor's chest first into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Ross just strong-armed him, yanking him into the turnbuckles with one heave!

Ace Anderson: This might be the first time in Razor’s career that he’s been in the ring with someone clearly stronger than him.

The big man spins and charges into the corner, looking to land a clothesline, but the Big Dog ducks underneath and starts to deliver body shots to Ross, driving his knuckles into the Hoss’s ribs. Ross grunts at the sudden attention on his ribs. And Razor is grimacing hard as he puts some mustard behind those punches. When he's satisfied that Ross has been hit as many times as to make him cooperate, Razor again attempts to irish whip Ross across the ring, and again, the Bastard blocks the attempt and looks to reverse the move, only this time, Razor holds his own ground, resisting the momentum, then dropping to the canvas and dropkicking Ross in the left knee. As the big man keels over, Razor wraps his arm around Ross’s head and spikes him with a DDT.

Ace Anderson: That’s how you take a powerhouse like Ross down!

With Ross on the mat, Razor goes to work on the left leg, driving his boot into Ross’s knee time and time again. Reaching down and grabbing his boot, Razor props up the big man’s leg, bridging it across the bottom rope. Then, grabbing the top Razor himself and springing into the air, Razor comes crashing down across on Ross’s wheel, dropping an elbow right across the joint. The camera catches a close up of Ross grimacing in pain.

Jerry Andrews: So much of the power game goes out the window when a guy the size of Ross only has one good wheel. It’s just impossible to try and lift and support 265 pounds of your opponent when you’ve got a leg that’s about to give out on you.

Still looking to further damage the left knee of Ross, Razor grabs his opponents foot and slides under the ropes. Dragging him over to the ring post, the Big Dog swings the leg into the steel ringpost. Ross groans in agony, holding his knee and cringing. Razor Blade comes back around, giving him a right to the forehead that makes Ross fall onto his shoulders, and then Razor stomps his elbow on the knee just to give it a little more twerk. Razor slowly makes his way up the steps and back into the ring. Grabbing him under the arms, Razor props Ross up, sitting him facing towards the turnbuckles, his legs still draped around the ring-post and apron.

Jerry Andrews: What is he doing here?

Jerry Andrews gets his answer as Razor walks to the opposite corner, then charges forward, sticking out his knee at the last moment. The impact is violent, Razor’s knee drilling the back of Ross’s skull, sandwiching his opponent’s head against the turnbuckle. The replay on the Tron draws an uncomfortable response from the crowd. The "Big Dog" pulls Ross away from the corner and makes a cover. The referee slides into position and begins his three count.

The referee: One...











Tw-

Jerry Andrews: Kickout! Just a two-count for Razor.

Razor picks up Ross, slipping behind him. Rocking himself backward, Razor plants the Bastard with a russian legsweep… perfectly executed. This time, Razor doesn’t bother with the cover. Instead, he slides out of the ring and walks to the far side of the squared-circle. Finally, Razor stops. Leaning down, he grabs the apron and tosses it out of the way. Reaching deep under the ring, Razor slowly starts to pull back, as he does, he brings with him a table. The Emperor of the Razors stops, drops the table to the mats, but sees Ross starting to stir and slides back in the ring. He goes right back to work, stomping away, sometimes at the torso, occasionally on the left leg of Ross, then dropping an elbow across the big man’s chest. Razor lifts Ross, tucking him away for a powerbomb. As he locks around his waist and lifts, Ross reverses the move into a towering back body drop.

Jerry Andrews: Not today, Satan!

Ross shakes the grogginess from his head and limps over towards Razor, who he has tossed halfway across the ring. Dragging Razor up by his head, The big man whips Razor into the ropes. As the Emperor comes bouncing back, the 300 pounder leans his head forward and lowers the boom with a battering ram headbutt.

Ace Anderson: He just stood there like a brick wall!

Jerry Andrews: That’s one way to effectively fight through a bad leg… just stand still and knock your opponent clean off his feet.

Ross doesn’t waste any time in further swinging the momentum of the match in his favor. the Bastard scoops Razor up and drops him with a textbook sidewalk slam. One power move is followed by another, as Ross lifts Razor and delivers a stalling reverse suplex.

Jerry Andrews: And Ross is going for the pin.

The referee slides into place, making sure to have a good view of Razor’s shoulder.

The referee: One..















Two... Kickout.

Razor is hurting in the middle of the ring as Ross picks him up and slams him back down all in one motion with a fluid, and powerful, side belly-to-belly suplex. Ross rolls Razor over and drags him back up to his feet. Razor pushes Ross into the ropes to get him off of him and Ross returns with a shoulder tackle that simply rocks the Razor. Ross sadistically cracks his neck, backs into the ropes again and collides with Razor who remains solid and Ross backs up, charges again and this time, Razor takes a step back, bends down and big back body drops Ross over the top rope and to the outside!

Ace Anderson: Oh my god, Razor sent Ross flying! There was enough inertia in that to send him sailing over the top rope.

Razor roars and climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron as Ross lays on his back and splutters in discomfort. Razor looks down at his foe, beats his chest and hits a double foot stomp from the apron to the chest of the Underground champ! Ross writhes in pain as Razor stomps towards the guard rail and roars while holding onto it. Ross rolls to all fours and Razor glowers at him and takes a running punt at his ribs. Ross grips his side and winces in pain as Razor picks Ross up by his head and slams it into the ring apron before dragging along the edge of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: He's doing a number on Ross's face!

The Emperor picks Ross up and immediately turns it into a Russian leg-sweep. Razor whales in with a few right hands as he mounts him in one fluid motion and then clears some of the crew from the ringside area and snatches the Underground title belt, posing with it like he's already won it. He holds the strap up and says "I'M THE UNCROWNED CHAMPION!"

Jerry Andrews *completely stonefaced*: Ladies and gentlemen, Razor Blade is absolutely not the Underground Champion, and you can't go around for months saying that you are the uncrowned champion if you didn't win the title in a match.

Ace Anderson: Nuff said!

Still, Razor persists in his delusion, holding the title up to a dazed Ross, and shouting, "Say it! Tell them I'm the uncrowned champion!" Razor blasts the title against the temple of Ross, picking him up and hauls him up for a vertical suplex. He over-arches his back though and Ross is able to get his feet onto the ring apron and straightens himself out with the help of the ropes. Razor turns and Ross boots Razor square in the face and then leaps off of apron with a Lou Thesz press and launches a flurry of rights and lefts! The punches become stiff elbows as the crowd boos and the referee calls for some calm. Ross drags Razor up to a seated position and drives a monstrous succession of mounted knees into his chest and neck.

Jerry Andrews: Ross turning up the aggression now.

Ace Anderson: I think that "I'm the uncrowned champion" stuff touched a nerve for Ross.

Ross goes to drag Razor up but the Emperor charges forwards and drives the champ into the ring apron and follows up with a couple of chops and then a couple of European uppercuts. He then grabs the arm of the Underground king and whips him into the guardrail, and Ross hits chest first into the railing. Razor squashes Ross into the wall before taking the head of his opponent, pulls it backwards and drives him into the ground with a diving reverse DDT!

Jerry Andrews: His delusions have really propelled him into taking control.

Ace Anderson: Subjective reality can be a hell of a thing.

Razor reaches under the ring and pulls out a crutch. He beats the prone Ross over the back and ribs with a few brutal shots with the steel crutch before he climbs onto the apron and angles the butt of the crutch into the throat of the champ. Razor leaps from the apron and spikes the crutch into the throat of Ross who flails and convulses in agony. The crowd breaks into a "Holy shit" chant.

Jerry Andrews: He’s crushed his throat! His larynx will be dust.

Razor lays down next to the still shaking Ross and presses the Underground Championship belt against him.

Razor Blade: Say it. Say I'm the uncrowned champ!

Ross: Go to hell... you're nothing.

Razor roars and grips the throat of Ross with one hand and just chokes him as his legs flail. Ross is able to reach up and buries his thumb deep into the eye socket of the Big Dog. You can see the front row of the crowd wincing as they have a first hand view of this.

Jerry Andrews: Dear god that is disgusting! What despicable human being would do that?

Ace Anderson: A man with a will to win.

Razor howls like a wounded animal as Ross sits up and rubs his bruised throat and keeps coughing and spluttering. He climbs to his feet and drags up Razor to join him and drives the point of his elbow into the back of the Razor's head. Razor stumbles to one knee and Ross drags him back up and hits a standing facebuster onto the Emperor who stumbles backwards and as Ross charges towards him, he almost beheads the staggered Razor with a lariat! He flings Razor into the ring, and grabs him and pulls him head first out into the aisle before crushing him with an elbow to the forehead... and then, HE grinds a forearm bone into Razor's throat, trying to savage it just as badly as that crutch shot did to his! Razor is crying out in pain, and the crowd is again uncomfortable as this Underground title match is starting to blur the lines between hardcore title defense and attempted murder. Finally, he lets it go. And the crowd is starting to boo, because seriously, what a dickhead move. Ross, with relish, walks around, holding his arms up and antagonizing them.

Ross walks around the ring, picking up HIS Underground title, and he holds it up and shines it with his forearm, and a smile. Then, he places it on the apron, and turns his sights back to Razor.

He goes up onto the apron and targets the winded, battered "Big Dog" and then, entering the fray once more, Ross wraps his large hands around Razor’s cranium and starts to peel him off of the canvas, but as he does, Razor bursts to life. Jumping up, he grabs the back of Ross’s skull and drops to the mat, ramming the his face into his knees with a sort of sloppy Codebreaker out of sheer desperation. It's enough to stun Ross, and both men are laid out.

Both men are slow to get up, but The "Big Dog" is the first to his feet. Lying in wait for Ross as he rises, Razor sneaks behind him, wraps and arches backward, folding the 300 pounder in half with a high-angle side suplex. Kneeling over his fallen opponent, Razor begins to slam fists into the forehead of Ross. As his knuckles rake across the challenger’s brow, a cut begins to form on Ross’s skull.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Razor has busted open Ross.

Ace Anderson: The ol’ fashioned way… with his bare hands.

The crowd throws a few thousand cheers Razor’s way as he positions for, and executes, a piledriver on his newly bloodied opponent.

Jerry Andrews: What a piledriver!

Razor hooks the leg and demands the referee to make the count.

The referee: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout



The crowd roars as Ross powers out at two-and-a-half.

Razor positions Ross for a vertical suplex, but the Bastard blocks the attempt and hoists Razor up for a suplex of his own, but instead, he twists 90 degrees and drops Razor guts first across the ropes. Razor lets out an "uuuummmpphhh" as he practically is wrapped around the top rope. Lying prone, dangling over the ropes, Razor is left prone to a vicious knee lift from Ross that sends him up and out of the ring once again.

Jerry Andrews: Ross just lifted Razor clean off the ropes with that big knee… and sent him soaring to the mats outside!

Ace Anderson: That was an awful landing.

Ross steps through the ropes, following Razor. Once outside, he grabs hold of him and whips him into the steel steps. Razor’s shoulder collides with the cold, unforgiving surface, knocking the stairs loose. Ross grabs Razor by the back of his head and begins to walk him around the ringside area, stopping occasionally to slam his head into the barrier. The two superstars make their way over to the announce tables, and again, Ross smashes Razor’ face into yet another surface… this time the hunk of wood and plastic in front of Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson.

Ace Anderson: Get this psycho away from me! And get these guys back in the ring where they belong.

The Underground King attempts to plant Razor’s mug in the table a second time, but Razor blocks the move and fires off with a left hook.

The self-proclaimed "Big Dog" moves Ross over to the set of ring steps that are still in one piece and attempts an irish whip, but he reverses the move and sends Razor rushing towards the stairs. Razor halts his momentum just in time to avoid the steps, but as he turns around, he’s hoisted up and driven down with a massive spinebuster, which has a thud that very specifically sounds like when you drop a pumpkin on asphalt from up on the deck, just to paint a picture. Point is, the sound of Razor’s 265lbs being planted on the thin mats at ringside echoes out into the ears of the fans in the first five or six rows. Ross arches his back after powering Razor Blade down there, and Razor is laid out flat. Holden Ross makes his way to his feet and walks to the corner of the ring, and now just like Razor had done several minutes earlier, it’s his turn to peel up the apron and go digging under the squared circle, only when the Bastard withdraws his arm, he’s not holding a crutch.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: A barbed-wire 2x4?! He can’t use that!

Jerry Andrews: Yes he can. This is an Underground match.

The crowd erupts at the sight of the heinous weapon in Ross’s hands. The champ begins to make his way back around the corner, stalking the groggy Razor. Ross readies the weapon in his grip as he approaches Razor. Razor is slowly pulling himself up with the aide of the steps, and as he gets to his knees, he hears the footsteps behind him. Holden Ross swings away like in Signs, but Razor turns and sees the oncoming assault, rolling out of the way at the very last second. The barbwire scratches across the top step, missing its target.

Ace Anderson: Thank God!

For his part, Ross doesn’t relent, and he turns and takes another homerun swing at Razor' head. Again, Razor is able to roll out of the way, and this time the 2x4 cracks against the announce table.

Ace Anderson: JESUS CHRIST, THAT'S TOO CLOSE, MAN!!

Holden Ross just sneers at Ace and asks him the fuck he's gonna do about it.

Ace Anderson: ...I'm sorry, sir.

Jerry Andrews: Ross is hell-bent on shredding Razor’s flesh!! Get clear, man, we're in their way.

Razor scrambles to his feet and begins to stumble around the ring. Ross follows just a step behind. Approaching quickly, the Bastard swings again. "Big Dog" is just a step ahead, as the 2x4 hits nothing but open air. Razor keeps moving around the ring, hopping over the ring steps his shoulder had dismantled earlier. Ross continues to pursue and takes one more massive swing. Within its reach, Razor is forced to duck under this attack. The board cracks against the ring post and drops from Ross’s hands, letting out a metal "ping!" and the impact sent shocks up Ross' arms. Razor kicks the weapon away and turns to rock Ross with a big right. Razor rolls the big man back into the ring and follows behind. As the champ goes to stand, Razor greets him with a boot to the weakened left knee. Hitting the ropes, Razor looks to score with a knee lift, but Ross rises up out of nowhere and nearly beheads the challenger with a huge clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: What force!

Ross quickly throws his weight across Razor and hooks a leg.

The referee: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout!

Razor gets the shoulder up before the three count.

Not giving up even a second, the Underground King gets to his feet, hauling his challenger up and he whips Razor into the ropes and catches the champion with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Relentless, Ross pulls a lifeless Razor up and drills him with a gourdbuster.

Jerry Andrews: That has to be it.

Ross makes the cover and the ref makes the count

The referee: One...















Two...















Thre - Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: So close!

Ace Anderson: I thought it was over.

Jerry Andrews: So did everyone in this arena.

So did Ross, who looks at the referee, not sure he believes it.

Jerry Andrews: These two men have been fighting for damn near twenty minutes… deep into the show.

Ace Anderson: I think exhaustion is setting in.

Ross gets to his feet, holding his hands out and looking up with an expression like, "What do I have to do?!" and he rolls outside. He looks around under the apron and he pulls out a table, and he begins setting it up in the aisle. He walks over to the ring and picks Razor up, walking him over to the ropes. He climbs out onto the apron, and he hooks Razor's arms, looking to suplex him over the top rope down onto the table in the aisle. Razor blocks the first attempt, then Ross tries again, but Razor blocks again. Razor knees Ross in the gut, then does it again, making him let go, and then Razor grips Ross's head and hangs him up throat first on the top rope. Ross teeters on the edge, about to tumble off the apron, but he hangs on. Razor climbs out onto the apron, grips Ross around the throat, and takes them both off the apron with a Sky High powerbomb through the table!! The crowd pops. Both men are laid out amid the wreckage of the table.

Jerry Andrews: Razor just put BOTH OF THEM through that table on the outside! Oh my god!!

Ace Anderson: What more does that crazy idiot have to do, he just doesn't care if he puts himself in the hospital as long as Ross goes in the morgue?!

After a moment, a bloody Razor pushes a piece of wrecked table off of him and crawls over, draping an arm over Ross.

The ref and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THREE... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: How the hell did he kick out of that?!

Ace Anderson: He must have spasmed out of that pin attempt!

Razor slowly starts pulling himself up on the apron, as he takes a rest. He lifts Ross up, and lays him against the apron. He gives Ross a few right hands, making Ross slump down. Razor paces around to the opposite side of the apron, and he hunts around under it. He finds a second wooden table. He thinks about using it for a second, but then shakes his head as if thinking better of it and discards it, and he goes back under the apron. Finally, he pulls out another folding table... this one with a clear GLASS table surface and metal rim and legs. He begins setting it up in the aisle. The crowd buzzes big time. He walks over to Ross, and he lifts him up. He gives Ross a few clubs to the back, as he drags him over to the table. He rolls Ross on top of it, and he gives Ross a series of right hands to keep him laying on the table. He reaches into the ring and picks up the trashcan lid, and he cracks Ross with it over and over again until Ross is laid out limply across the table. Razor walks over to the apron and he starts pulling some other items out to get them out of the way before he pulls out a ladder. He grins at his find and begins setting the ladder up in the aisle. The crowd is buzzing loudly as Razor sets the ladder up beside the glass table, and he begins to ascend it. Ross is laid out motionless on the table. Razor reaches the top of the ladder and stands on the top step for a moment, and then he signals to the crowd and he flips off with a Sean O'Haire style swanton bomb off the top of the ladder, all the way down to the aisle, sending both him and Ross crashing and shattering through the glass table. The crowd erupts into a "holy shit" chant. Both men have suffered numerous cuts from the broken glass and metal. Both men are laid out motionless.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL?!

Ace Anderson: WHAT IS WITH THESE TWO?!

Jerry Andrews: Their match on Trauma ended inconclusively with them both being too hurt to answer. And now, it's all happening again!!

Razor slowly gets up, staggering around. He steadies himself against the apron. Then, he holds an arm in the air to get a reaction from the crowd and show them he's alive. And, wow, he is cut open pretty badly from the impact of the swanton through the glass table-top. Razor walks over to Ross, mouthing choice words to him. Ross is trying to pull himself up. His arms and back similarly have deep gashes, including a large bleeding gash on his shoulder blade that must have come from a metal piece of the table. Razor plants his boot on Ross's chest and shoves him back down, taunting him to get up now. Ross weakly tries to get up, and Razor pulls him up, holding him by the neck and making him look Razor in the eye. He screams taunting words at The Bastard. Ross responds by punching Razor in the stomach, again and again. Ross slowly starts fighting his way to his feet, backing Razor up with right hands. Razor knees Ross in the gut and grabs him by the hair and the back of the pants, throwing him with force into the side of the guardrail. Ross bounces off, slumping down into the aisle.

Ace Anderson: Even the guardrail has become a weapon in these two men's quest to find the better man.

Razor lifts Ross up and throws him into the guardrail again. Razor walks over to the apron, hunts around under it and comes out with a steel chair, looking at it with a determined expression. He sets the chair up in the corner, and he walks over and lifts Ross up by his hair and walks him over to the chair, sitting him down. He peppers Ross with right hands until Ross sits limply in the chair, then Razor backs up to the middle of the aisle. Razor comes charging in, demolishing Ross with a running big boot while he's in a seated position and driving him and his boot into the guardrail, and the force of both men hitting the guardrail breaks open a section. Both men spill out into the front row of the crowd. Razor has a rip in his pants and a bleeding gash from the cage. He holds his leg in pain. Ross looks to be out. Razor pulls himself up on one knee, gritting his teeth. He slowly walks over and lifts Ross up. He walks Ross over to the ringpost, and slams his forehead off of it. He goes to slam Ross into the pole again, but Ross elbows him in the gut and drives Razor's forehead into the pole. Ross grips Razor's hair and begins raking his forehead back and forth across the bottom rope, digging into his scalp. Razor yells and shouts in pain. Ross lifts Razor up and gives him a vertical suplex across the concrete. Razor arches his back. Ross walks over to the middle of the aisle and he begins ripping up the pads. After a moment, Ross has exposed the concrete. Razor pulls himself up, and Ross boots Razor in the gut and gives him a pulling piledriver onto the concrete floor.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are a blood mess, but - Oh, no! Don't do it, Ross!

Razor jerks around on the mat, holding and gripping his neck.

Ace Anderson: There. Now do you see what Ross has given Razor for his troubles? He tried to prove he belonged in the Underground division, but all he escaped with was a broken neck.

Ross takes a moment to recover, before he goes for the cover.

The ref and the crowd: ONE.....















TWO....















THREE -

Kickout!!

Ross screams "FUCK!!!" and the crowd is chanting "Ross SUCKS" in response. Ross pulls a lifeless, spaghetti-legged Razor up, giving him a few shots as he does, and walks Razor over to the announce table and slams him over the table hard enough to lay Razor halfway over it. Ross starts climbing on top of the announce table as Jerry Andrews and a protesting Ace Anderson make some distance. Ross stands Razor up, wraps his arm around him, and flips them both off the announce table with an overhead belly to belly suplex, throwing Razor into the side of the ring. The crowd gives an "Ooooooh!" at the impact. Razor slumps down to the concrete, impacting on the back of his neck first.

Ace Anderson: And now these miscreants are stepping all over my important paperwork on my desk! Get them out of here!

Jerry Andrews: ...That paper there is literally just a doodle of a cowboy.

Ace Anderson: Call the damn police!!

Ross walks over to Razor, and he grins widely. He roots under the apron, and he comes up with something. Gripping an axe handle, his own signature weapon, and he holds the molded wood up like it's the Sword in the Stone. He waits for Razor to get to his feet, and Razor turns around in a circle as Ross takes a few warm up swings, and then as Razor turns towards Ross, Ross caves his skull in with a wicked shot from the axe handle.

Jerry Andrews: CTE city!!

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade's lights just got switched off!!

Adding insult to injury, Ross lets the axehandle fall to the aisle, and he grips his opponent by the hair and his pants and throws the decimated Razor Blade into the ring, and he follows him in himself. He doesn't even let him get back to anything resembling a vertical base, just pulls the man up by his arms and hoists him up, spinning him into position on his back with the arms hooked and annihilating the young upstart with a vertebreaker, with extra jump to it. The bloodied but still strong champion grins, pushing his prey over, and Razor Blade stopped being functional quite a few stops back. He motions the ref over, demanding a cover, and he places a hand on his chest.

Jerry Andrews: Ross fired up with some heavy shots there, finishing it off with the Sins of the Father.

Ace Anderson: I think this is academic now.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and STILL PURE CLASS WRESTLING UNDERGROUND CHAMPION... HOLDEN ROSS!!

"Seizure of Power" by Marilyn Manson begins playing on the PA and Ross demands someone hand him his belt. He wipes the blood off his face with a smile, and he looks into the camera, saying "That wasn't nothing!"

Jerry Andrews: Well, Razor Blade put up a damn good showing in this Underground match, but Ross retained in dominant fashion, letting everyone know who the man in this division is.

Ace Anderson: Man, did he. And I know Seromine and Gabriel are watching their protege proudly.

Razor Blade is being helped out of the ring and Ross snarls at him, pointing at him and telling the ref to get that trash out of his ring. He walks around, holding his hands up arrogantly and displaying the Underground championship.

Jerry Andrews: A good start to Deadly Intentions for the Followers. Holden Ross picked up a decisive win and got things off to a good start. Now his bosses are going to try to take the World Title home tonight.

Ace Anderson: Is this going to be another dominant night for Seromine and his crew?

Holden Ross exits the ring, holding the title over his shoulder and smirking.

We then cut to a shot of the backstage area where Gabriel is seen walking into the building and down a hallway.

Jerry Andrews: Well there you see the arrival of one of the two challengers in tonight's World Title match.

Ace Anderson: It's always hard to read Gabriel, but you have to wonder if he'll be working entirely on Seromine's side tonight, or if there's a part of him that wants that World Title for himself.

Jerry Andrews: Every wrestler in this company must want the the World Title though, right Ace?

Ace Anderson: Normally I'd say that's true, but Gabriel may be more focused on serving his Lord here tonight. We'll have to see.

The scene returns to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Well, that match is coming up later, but we have another exciting title match to get to right now. Two PCW veterans squaring off with the North American Championship on the line!

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Living a Legacy X Sunday June 10, 2018 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! 1…. 2…. 3!!! 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. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday, June 21, 2018 “These are the facts: I have held that World Championship six times. SIX. And I have, in some form or fashion, beaten Kyle Shane something like, what, three times? So get over yourself, Mr. Game Changer. It’s back to the therapist with you. Not everyone is after you or that belt, because as we’ve seen over the years -- before you even stumbled in here -- the World Title can look after itself.” Ace Anderson: Okay, so not the World Title. But which one, then?! “I have nothing to prove. No quest for validation trolling me along. I hope Kyle finds whatever it is he’s looking for. I know what I’m about. And, like I said, I know there’s one thing that’s somehow managed to elude me all these years.” The Lord of Misrule pauses. The noise from the crowd rises, and those pale blue eyes narrow as they turn their attention to the ramp. As if that gaze can part the curtains and weave its way through the hallways to a certain room. “Justin Michaels, old buddy, old pal. As long as you can manage to hold onto that North American title until the time comes…it looks like we have a date.” Jerry Andrews: Ah ha! The North American title! In addition to his World Champion record, Grimm was International champion a number of times, but he’s never been North American champion. Looks like he’s out to complete the collection. Ace Anderson: And with the history between Grimm and Stormm, this could become quite the chase! Grimm stands in the ring for a moment before gingerly climbing out (give him a break – did you see what Dominator and Gabriel did to him?). He walks back up the ramp to a serenade from A Perfect Circle and disappears behind the curtain. Pure Class Wrestling Presents Return to Glory IX Sunday August 19th, 2018 Grimm has walked out onto the entryway without his theme to announce his arrival. He stands, not too much the worse for wear from his match only a few minutes ago, looking dead ahead at the men waiting for their battle to begin. He directs his attention at one man in particular, and the man knows it. But for now, the Hangtown Horror produces a microphone out of a pocket somewhere. “I didn’t want to detract from the evening’s proceedings, because goodness knows we all have enough to do tonight. But I do have something that needs to be said. And so here I am.” Grimm begins a steady walk down the ramp, microphone at his mouth, eyes ever forward. “Now, I’m not here to sway this match one way or another. Even though I despise the tactics of Seromine and Gabriel with most every fiber of my being, they can do whatever they want up there tonight. The same goes for Mr. Angelo. I want to see what Mr. Best Newcomer has to offer as much as anyone. No, I’m here for you, Stormm.” Because of course he is. The crowd knows it, and Stormm knows it. Michaels shakes the ring ropes with fury and launches a few colorful insults Grimm’s way, but Grimm continues his stroll ringside. “Like I said, I’ve got no squirrel in your dance up there tonight. And even if your boy Johnny’s going to get his later in that very ring, I recommend focusing on the task at hand. But first…” Grimm makes his way to one of the tables where a certain championship belt rests in all its North American glory. “…first, I want to make something clear. You’ve recently made some comments about this belt right here,” Grimm says as he drags a finger across it. “About how you’d like nothing more than to drop this championship. And how you’d rather hunt down that World Title one last time before you call it a day. But I don’t think that’s your decision right now. Right [.i]now[./i] we’re going to follow the proper channels. We’re going to do this the right way. The two of us, we’re going to do it up Classy.” The Lord of Misrule raps black leather knuckles on the belt’s faceplate. Stormm would rather he didn’t. “October is a fine month, don’t you agree, Mr. Michaels? Crisp fall air…pumpkins leering on porches…autumn leaves skittering along the ground…” Grimm turns those pale blue eyes of ancient ice from the belt to Stormm. “…Deadly Intentions.” The arena erupts. As does Justin Michaels, but Gerard Angelo somehow manages to keep his partner in check. Just barely. “So try to keep it together between now and then, Stormm. You hint around about seeing the end of your career in your rearview mirror. But as we all know, objects in that mirror may be closer than they appear. Former tag team partners or not, I can help bring that about. I’ve done it before in that ring up there to people far less deserving than you.” Grimm tilts his head in a nod. “Enjoy your evening, folks,” he says before laying the microphone on the table and walking back up the ramp. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday August 30th, 2018 Justin Michaels: Kids, there’s no such thing as the Boogeyman, but there is such a thing as Grimm hanging out in the shadows, videotaping your every move and private conversations. Be on the lookout for stray beard hairs in your flower gardens, and on your window sills. Justin’s stare goes cold once more and fixates back on the Icemann Invitational winner. Justin Michaels: Trust me, Phinehas, I’d love nothing more than for you to swagger down to the ring in a couple months, thinking you’re just going to waltz in and win your first ever North American title, only to send you back to Hangtown empty handed. We’ve been in the ring together more times than anyone else in the back, and sure, the odds might be in your favor based on our meetings in the past, but you’re going to come at me in October, my time of the year? If you want this… He pats the center medallion on the North American title. Justin Michaels: You’ll need more than some spooky woodland bullshit to make it out of Deadly Intentions with the title on All Stormm’s Eve! Without the Force of Nature, Grimm, there is no Harvest. You can’t reap what doesn’t grow! Finally, making it back to his feet, the Force of Nature pauses as the crowd’s reaction intensifies as Stormm fires back at Grimm after several attempts by the Hangtown Horror to get his attention. Justin Michaels: With all of that out of the way, there’s just a couple things left for me to say. Ace Anderson: Thank God! Jerry Andrews: We do still have a match scheduled here folks, but if you’re like me, you’ve been so drawn in that you’ve almost forgotten about it. Ace Anderson: Calm down Jerry, I don’t think Stormm swings that way. Justin Michaels: First off, Notorious is NO MORE! Johnny isn’t going to come out here and help me, that theme music is only going to play if he decides to stop drinking and smoking long enough to make another appearance. Chances are, PCW isn’t going to pay him enough to get back in the ring here anytime soon. So everyone I just mentioned, everyone in the back, stop using Johnny as a crutch to lean on when it comes to talking your trash on me, because, like the tide, his relevance is going out. The collective “OHH!” from the crowd fills the arena, even Ace and Jerry seemed shocked at the comments made by the Force of Nature. Justin Michaels: And last, but not least, let me tell you all why Luis Malave is probably rolling over in his grave these days. This place is missing so much without him around, and it’s a surprise to me that we haven’t clo— His mouth keeps moving, but the words he’s saying are no longer being broadcast over the sound system. He’s been cut off. Whoever is in charge, or perhaps a call from the “suits” who had seen enough finally put an end to Stormm’s rant. Visibly annoyed, he smacks the foam covering the microphone a couple times to check for sound. With no response, he throws the PCW logo microphone into the crowd, giving someone a nice souvenir, and hauls ass down to the ring. The seven large bodyguards that had been on the stage take their leave to the back. Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Thursday September 27th, 2018 Grimm turns ever so slowly in the center of the ring, from one point on the compass to the next. “I’m just here to say that I want you to listen carefully, Stormm. I want you to hear me. And really understand. We’ve all seen how you have somehow managed to work yourself into something of a love triangle with Kyle Shane and Seromine. Despite that, and despite the possible repercussions of such an…arrangement, I’m out here to say I really and truly hope you are bringing your full attention and all your faculties into Deadly Intentions. I would hate for there to be any doubt, any questions, as to the legitimacy of the outcome of our match.” The Lord of Misrule stops moving and stands facing the entrance. “I want your undivided attention that night, Justin. No NOTORIOUS, no Black Hand, no Chronological Order, none of these other people you’ve managed to upset recently. Just you and me, Stormm. Vintage Pure Class Wrestling, if you will. Two of the longest standing members of this federation out to give each other a good old-fashioned beating. Nothing more, nothing less.” Grimm cocks his head, crosses his arms, and, oh dear, focuses that arctic gaze towards the back. “Looking back over our careers, we have no real statements left to make. No validation left unfulfilled. No demons to exorcise or ghosts to chase, other than the idea of a title not yet held.” He uncrosses his arms and sighs. “I think you get my point, and you have my word: despite what you may think you hear, or believe you may have seen, be it a creak on the stairs, a shadow in the hallway, or a knock in the closet, it won’t be me. There will be no boogeyman lurking on the Michaels estate.” “This time.” “So stay healthy. And remain focused. It’ll be over soon enough.” Grimm climbs out of the ring and lays the microphone on a table. He exits to that same bare-boned version of his tune, up the ramp to where the bar, now gone, had been, and through the curtains. “There you have it, folks. You know Stormm is chomping at the bit now, but Grimm has said his piece and set the table for their clash at Deadly Intentions,” says Jerry.

Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling North American Title!

The announcement elicits cheers from the jam packed faithful for the showdown of two long stand members of PCW. Can Grimm claim his FIRST ever reign? Will Stormm's division dominance continue as he further adds to his record?

Those questions will soon be answered. But first...

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.

Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. Weighing 217lbs, he...is...GRIMM!

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

Go back to sleep.

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

Sasha Greene: And his opponent!

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

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

He has the North American title over his right shoulder. As he does his walk, there is acknowledgement of the crowd at all. This doesn't stomp the faithful from showing their support. He walks to the backside of the ring, climbs the stairs, through 2nd and 3rd rope, and immediately perches on the nearest turnbuckle. Again, his singular focus is elsewhere. No jabbering, no motions to the fans, nothing. Stoic. His eyes fix on the center of the ring.

Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship
Singles Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) vs Grimm
Referee: Joseph Buckland

DING!
DING!
DING!

Grimm stands in Stormm's line of sight, staring a hole through his foe as he remains seated. The champ lifts his head just enough to let the Hangtown Horror know he's directly looking at him now. That's when Stormm steps down to approach. The heights are dead even, so this literally is eye to eye. No words exchanged. No movements made. Just a good ol fashioned staredown. If this were the old west, ten paces may get counted off before the draw, but since this is professional wrestling, that won't be happening.

The tension builds up as they remain stoic in the center of the ring. Both ready to fight, but neither about to present an opening. Just when it looks like things will continue to go at this pace, it happens in the blink of an eye...

A double headbutt!

Both Grimm and Stormm stumble back from the force, then quickly recover to trade strikes. Stormm takes the lead by whipping Grimm into the corner by his beard, peppering him with alternating chops across the chest with surgical precision as they slice like a scalpel. Grimm ties up the arms of Stormm to stop that nonsense. He batters the champ with alternating headbutts to the neck and then follows with a drop of Stormm into the turnbuckle.

Grimm hits a pair of palm strikes into the kidneys before Stormm can swing around. As he does, Grimm is stung with an uppercut. Boots to the midsection, followed by haymakers puts Grimm on a pair of roller skates as he is moved across the ring. Stormm rushes him the remainder of the distance, or was trying to, but Grimm body locks him and gets in a surprise gutwrench suplex! He turns over to go for a blatant choke, only Stormm spreads his hands apart before the vice can cinch on his jugular with the strength of an anaconda.

Stormm parts Grimm's arms as he jams his knees under the ribs. Grimm tries to wrestle free, but Stormm keeps him trapped right where he is. Stormm brings his legs inside as he flips Grimm into the ropes. Grimm falls outside to the floor, with Stormm rolling out after him. Grimm is battered about the body, but is able to pull Stormm forward into the side of the ring. He collides front first against the edge as the air is partially driven out of him. This gives Grimm the chance to recover for an Irish whip into the ring post.

Jerry Andrews: Oh! Did you hear the sound of that?!

Stormm catches Grimm on the advancement! He goes to slam his face into the post but it's blocked. A quick elbow into the throat halts things, as Stormm finds his own head being posted. It's then posted a second time before Grimm shoves him into the ring. The Lord of Misrule proceeds and finds a successful blatant choke on the second try. Grimm squeezes with a death grip as his pale blue eyes stare into the depths of Stormm's soul.

His mental clock beats the ref's count as Stormm is "allowed" to breathe on his own again. A bell clap once they are back to their feet staggers the champ into a corner. Grimm catches the boot of Stormm before it can make contact. He ponders what to do with this appendage. Stormm lifts his body up and with his free leg, whiplashes Grimm behind the head.

Keeping the leg hooked, he pulls Grimm into the middle turnbuckle. Stormm hits a mule kick as he tumbles out, again displacing Grimm into the corner. Russian leg sweep! Stormm rolls them through for a second one! He rolls them through again. German suplex! Stormm holds on for the bridge.

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Grimm has little trouble kicking out. Stormm throws in some punt kicks to the ribs, following it with knees to the back. Stormm grabs a handful of red hair as Grimm is ran corner to corner like a pinball. He then bridges a leg up and sends him flying with an exploder suplex! Grimm gets himself out of the ring as he nurses his back. Stormm joins him to stop any chance at a breather. Grimm is introduced into the announce table with a thud.

...only Phinehas absorbs the shot and gives Stormm a taste of his own medicine. He then lifts the champ and bodyslams him across the time keepers table, making sure full impact is delivered on the ring bell. Stormm topples things over as he clings to his back with gritted teeth. Shielding the referee from being able to see what's going on, Stormm gets a quick choke out with nearby cable. Grimm strangles him for a few seconds before loosening up.

Jerry Andrews: Does Hangtown have a mafia? Because that's attempted murder!

Ace Anderson: Like Stormm hasn't been trying to dish out some blunt force trauma of his own!

Grimm hip tosses Stormm onto the floor. Once near the ring apron, Grimm avalanches him with a sickening impact, sandwiching Stormm's head. Grimm dumps him inside of the ring and following an elbow drop, goes for a pin.

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Stormm kicks out with no trouble. Even if he had found himself in any, the ropes were right there. The cold and calculating challenger throws in some well placed kicks before he picks Stormm up. A quick Irish whip ensues. Spinebus---COUNTER! Stormm lands on his feet and turns the tide with an explosive snap suplex!

Stormm is the first to his feet. He hits Grimm with a basement dropkick. Grimm is sent to a corner with a charging Stormm there to crush him with a lar---Grimm catches his arm! Grimm is quick to put himself on the top rope, hooking Stormn's head under his arm...

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it!! Grimm has hit THE HARVEST!!

Stormm rolls OUT of the ring before Grimm can shift to a pin. Grimm is not pleased by this event. He exits to go collect his victim. Stormm dead weights it. Grimm throws in some forearms and knees with a bona fide mean streak behind them.

Stormm loosens and is placed onto the apron. He budges no further as he wraps his arms and legs around the bottom rope, preventing Grimm from capitalizing on his finisher. He pays for it with the back of his head. It's bounced off the canvas until Grimm forces him to break. After he does, Grimm rolls him like a log towards the center of the ring. NOW he is able to get a pin...

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Stormm kicks out right AT two! Grimm's cold stare shifts to the referee as if the count were slow or he had some sort of influence on Stormm's refusal to lose. Grimm lifts Stormm off the mat and then sends him to the corner. Stormm comes charging like a bat out of hell as he runs Grimm down with a thundering lariat, turning him inside out in the process.

The residual effect of the Harvest cuts off the sudden burst of adrenaline. The fans rally behind Stormm, but it seems to have no immediate effect. He manages to get to his knees before Grimm reintroduces himself with a claw hold. He digs his fingers into the cranium of Stormm so deep that even the ghost of Kerry Von Erich would be envious. Stormm is in obvious pain as he tries to get out of the hold. He fires off strikes to the midsection, and while they back Grimm away, they don't break the grip.

In fact...it only implores him to tighten. Grimm brings Stormm into his knee to topple him onto his back, allowing him to not only keep the claw hold locked, but also shove the back of the head into the canvas for maximum pressure. Stormm scoots his body around until he's able to force a break by getting his feet into the ropes, showing some of that ring awareness he's known for.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is fortunate he found the ropes there.

Ace Anderson: Grimm has an extra five seconds before he has to let go. That's enough time to do more damage.

Grimm releases the claw at four and a half. He drags Stormm away from the ropes. Partially lifting him off the mat, Grimm throws in a pair of headbutts. Stormm fires back! Grimm fires in return, but Stormm's number is greater. Grimm is stunned by the ferocity as Stormm fires his way to his feet. Grimm throws his head forward but is dropped with a DDT!

Now both are down with the chance of a migraine or two in the morning, only Stormm has the benefit of the faithful being behind him. Trying to rally himself past the temporal pressure, Stormm grabs the ropes for a boost. Grimm is right behind him. Stormm blocks two suplex attempts. Rotating elbows to the temples rocks Grimm's equilibrium. Stormm spins around, release German suplex!

Stormm begins to fire himself up as the pain washes out. A running dropkick drives Grimm to the corner. Running boot to the face! Stormm got all 100% of that impact as he turns Grimm's head around! He lifts the Hangtown Horror onto the top turnbuckle. Stormm backs to the center of the ring, charges, leaps and sends Grimm flying across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Jerry Andrews: If this were the Olympics, Stormm would've won gold for that distance throw!

From behind Grimm, Stormm wraps his left arm around Grimm's neck, leaning him backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Grimm's pants with his free right hand, and lifts Grimm off of the ground like this. Grimm puts his knee into Stormm's forehead to block the Hangcloud DDT!

With Stormm stunned, Grimm turns to the side and hits a savate kick under the chin. Stormm's head flops back as his body falls against the ropes. Grimm takes him by the wrist for a whip. Reversal! Stormm buries his knee into the midsection. Grimm is doubled over, Stormm hooks him up in a fisherman, there's a lift...

FORCE OF NATURE!

Stormm rolls over with the legs hooked. He shifts his body so that Grimm is folded in. The ref drops for the count with Stormm confidently counting the pin.

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Grimm KICKS OUT! Stormm is in disbelief over it. Rather than dwell on that, he turns and begins to hammer away on Grimm. Stormm slingshots him into the corner. Grimm clears the buckles and makes contact with the ring post. He slumps with half his body in the ring and half his body out. Stormm gives him a reverse suplex off of the middle ropes!

Jerry Andrews: What an impact!

Ace Anderson: That'll rearrange Grimm's insides. Nothing that a good tonic wouldn't cure...

Stormm puts Grimm in a dragon sleeper! Phinehas wildly flails his arms as Stormm wrenches back. Any time that it appears he's going to touch the ropes, Stormm swings his own body around to prevent it. The referee asks if Grimm wishes to submit.

Grimm doesn't submit, rendering the question stupid.

Stormm keeps the submission hooked deep. He bridges Grimm's spine against the point of his knee for added pressure, but there's nothing doing. Grimm is temporarily released but is down again with a reverse DDT. Stormm swings around for the cover following it...

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Kickout!

There's a smattering of cheers for Grimm as he remains alive. He doesn't care about or acknowledge said things, but the faithful, whether they admit it to themselves or a loved one, respect Hangtown's prodigal son. Stormm steps through the ropes in order to climb the corner. He stands tall and triumphant while waiting...

Grimm stands.

Missile dropkick AVOIDED! Grimm has spun out of the way from danger. He quickly spins back around for a Boston crab! Sitting on the lower back of Stormm, Grimm locks his hands and torques the submission. Stormm fights the pain off the best he can, refusing to submit, wanting to fight, wanting to retain, wanting to beat the legendary boogeyman! That and the loud support of the faithful propel Stormm to scratch and claw for the ropes.

His hand stretches out and he's...PULLED AWAY. Stormm writhes even more in pain as he does a partial push up to keep Grimm from sinking the hold a second time. Grimm changes things into an STF! Stormm slips his hands under Grimm's to break it apart before he can fully lock it in. A test of strength and will is on display. Stormm rolls him over for a pin!

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2!

Grimm rolls Stormm back over, but the STF falls apart. The North American champ crawls out of the ring just as Grimm was about to take his legs. Phinehas goes out to work him over. He tosses him back inside and stays on offense with a running back elbow. Grimm takes a trip up top and successfully hits a flying shoulder tackle. A spectacular series of headbutts that pick up in pace and intensity is unleashed!

Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning! Grimm has hit one of his signature moves!

Ace Anderson: Grimm's head must be a hammer because he's nailing Justin Michaels with precision.

Jerry Andrews: Don't quit your day job, Ace.

Stormm is left for dead with Grimm looking him over like a crimson vulture. Stormm is drug by one arm to the nearest corner. Grimm backs himself around with Stormm being yanked up at the same time he ascends. Grimm locks his right arm around his head...

THE HARVEST!

NO!

Stormm counters in mid-swing with a FLASH FLOOD! That brings the faithful up to their feet to support the signature countering the finisher. Both men are down as the ref starts the count.

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They stir.

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They start standing up...

8!

LAMENT CONFIGURATION! Grimm rolls over Stormm for the pin!

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2!

3---FOOT ON THE ROPES.

Grimm is alerted to this fact and those pale blue eyes begin to freeze over to a glacier blue. Stormm is pulled away from the safety of the ropes. He tries to pin again.

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2!

KICKOUT!

Grimm isn't amused that Stormm refuses to die. He pulls him up for a HARD Irish whip into the corner. The champ faceplants. With his back worked over once more, Grimm has positioned himself near. He crouches down and like a patient predator, waits for the prey to make a move.

STORMM!
STORMM!
STORMM!

Once the time is right, Grimm charges for a spear. Stormm uses the momentum against him as he throws him for a crash landing into the ring post. Stormm seizes on the opportunity!

With Stormm behind Grimm, he uses his right arm to grab Grimm's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Grimm's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Grimm's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Grimm's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Grimm's face as well!!

Jerry Andrews: EYE OF THE STORMM! That's Justin's submission finisher!

Ace Anderson: Storms come and go! Hang in there, Phinehas!

Grimm kicks his legs about for those ropes while the intense pain is in effect. Stormm uses Grimm's beard to wrench his head back for added pressure!! He roars as his being is stretched out. The pain sears through his nervous system, making the hope of becoming a first time North American champion seem more and more like an afterthought.

Stormm is rabid in keeping Phinehas in this preficament. The referee checks for any signs of submission, finding no response in his questions. He has enough left in the tank to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes, but Stormm drags him away! Sensing trouble, Grimm DISLOCATES ALL FOUR LIMBS! There is audible gasps and groans from everyone at the unpleasant hypermobility sight. Stormm himself backs up now that his submission has been thwarted in the most unconventional way possible!

Grimm flips his head back so that he's looking at Stormm upside down. There's a vacant look behind those eyes. Grimm pops his joints back into place and for good measure he also cracks his spinal column. He flips forward and rises up. Stormm dumps him with a running lariat onto the apron. Grimm catapults himself over the top with a flying headbutt that finds its mark between the eyes. Grimm turns on his right hip and in the blink of an eye he has THE WINDING STAIR locked on!

Fans have yet to sit down as the match is reaching a boiling point. Stormm fights through the submission with everything he has, looking like he'll succumb at some points without going the extra length. The faithful haven't left his side.

STORMM! STORMM! STORMM!

That only entices Grimm to further strangle Stormm, even with him nearly getting the ropes. Little by little, the fight fades and that comeback hope seems more like wishful thinking. Stormm almost has the ropes when his limbs go limp. The referee lifts up the right arm. It falls.

1!

The arm is lifted again and...

2!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm's days as champ are down to a matter of seconds...

Ace Anderson: Turn the lights out, the party's over.

The chants settle down to near quiet. The faithful sense the end is near and by the looks of it, they're right. Stormm's arm is lifted in the air for the third time. It's let go.

3!

NO!!

Stormm has just enough to narrowly keep it from falling completely down. He starts to fire off a comeback with the fans returning to his side. With his free hand, he throws the back of Grimm's head into knee lifts. It takes nearly a dozen before he breaks free! Grimm crawls to his feet and in the process, he's gifted with a jawbreaker!

Grimm staggers away, but Stormm is still fighting for air, rendering him incapable of keeping the upper hand. Grimm shakes off the previous and comes in to take repeated shots to his midsection. Stormm hops up from out of nowhere to surprise him with a double arm DDT! NO! Grimm runs him across the ring to a far corner. Stormm keeps the hold bridged. Grimm steps back and drives Stormm once more into the corner, partially getting freed. The third time fully breaks the underhook...

Grimm sits Stormm slightly off kilter on the top rope. He gives him a palm strike in the face before stepping onto the middle---no, TOP rope! Grimm carefully grabs Stormm around his head and following a quick check of things, spins around with a TOP ROPE HARVEST!!

STORMM POPS UP WITH GRIMM! In one fluid motion and before anyone can process it, Grimm is LEVELED with a spinning fisherman buster, otherwise known as FORCE OF NATURE!!

The "holy shit!" chants break out. Grimm is down. Stormm is down. Both men have delivered their finisher mere seconds apart. The ref checks on both of them. As he does, they drape an arm over one another for a double pin! The ref drops with his eyes on both!

1!

2!

...3!!--KICKOUT FROM BOTH!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GAWWWDDD!!!

Ace Anderson: HOW??

The referee reiterates what he saw for anyone that decided they missed it. They both remain down and looking up at the bright lights of Broad--er, the bright lights of the arena. The referee has no choice but to put a count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

1--They BEAT the count!! Stormm strikes Grimm. Grimm throws two back. Stormm peppers Grimm with a LOUD knife edge chop. One that's so hard even Ric Flair's chest is red from it. Grimm throws a haymaker, eliciting a receipt. Both men are physically tired, mentally broken and about to go over the edge as frustration that they can't put the other away is spilling over.

The match breaks down to an all out brawl with punches and kicks and neither getting the best of it. The referee steps into the fray and immediately is shoved aside. Stormm tosses Grimm out of the ring. Grimm grabs a shovel from under the ring as Stormm exits after him. Upon seeing what he's got, Stormm runs and slides partway under the ring by the announcers table. He's under just far enough under to grab the wooden baseball bat that he has waiting for him.

The count of the referee is no longer of any importance. These two pillars of PCW are ready to take the other's God damn head off with their signature weapons! Both swing! The bat connects with the shovel handle, and both snap, leaving splintered souvenirs or an extra mess to clean up.

The referee calls for the bell to MASS booing! He quickly informs Sasha of what happened and is emphatic the match is over. After double checking, she's left to announce the decision as the fight continues in the background.

Sasha Greene: Both Stormm and Grimm were unable to make the ten count, therefore, the referee has ruled this a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!

Right as she finishes her sentence, Stormm WALLOPS Grimm with the title! Officials have descended to ringside to try and get some order, but as usual they are a day late and a dollar short. Stormm confidently departs for the back with his title hoisted high in the air. The tron projects an angered and bloodied Grimm staring in Stormm's direction. The champ pays the video no mind as he is escorted through the curtain.

A video package starts up, with the title card reading, "Kyle Shane versus Serominism: an oral history", black background, white text, and as the next title card reads, "October 15th, 2017," a backing track starts playing an edit of "Believer" by Imagine Dragons, the beat of which plays in the background of the whole production, slowed down.

"First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my head,

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oooh..."

The video package shows the tail end of last year's Deadly Rumble match.

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

Gabriel staggers Shane with a big right hand. He stops for a moment to compose himself just as Stormm comes flying at him with a flying clothesline!

Cut to, Kyle Shane, sitting in a one on one interview now, World Championship belt over his shoulder.

Kyle Shane: Worst night of my life. I'm looking back on that night from a year on, and I'm seeing that I was so cocky, too cocky because I was just coming off winning the 2017 Icemann Invitational, you know. And I had beaten Gabriel once, and we still had some bad blood. So I had cashed in my TIIT title shot and taken the North American Title from Gabriel, like, one Trauma before this. And I thought nothing else of it.

Gabriel dodges it, and Stormm connects with Shane instead, sending him over the ropes and down to the floor!

KYLE SHANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

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

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

"The way that things have been, oooh..."

Kyle Shane: I wasn't looking at Gabriel and Seromine then. I wasn't paying attention, I was just being the same arrogant, narcissistic Shane that I had always been. It's my job to come in and rub someone the wrong way. But that night, Gabriel and Seromine put me out on my ass and they opened my eyes. They let me know that just me being regular, cocky Kyle Shane wasn't enough. They had the power of belief on their side, and they were united. What did I have, you know?

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

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

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

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!

Seromine pulls Gabriel up and tosses him over the ropes!

GABRIEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Ace Anderson: Oh my God he’s done it!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! What a night for Seromine!

Ace Anderson: The World Championship and the Deadly Rumble!

Kyle Shane: Seromine held all the cards, he had a Follower that was willing to basically go down in the last round for him, he had the strength of belief growing in his corner from the fans. And I was left with nothing. So I saw, that night, I needed to step my game up. I wasn't letting it end with losing my title. I wasn't letting it end getting thrown out of the Rumble.

"Second things second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be,

I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh,

The master of my sea, oh ooh..."

Title card reading November 10, 2017, showing a clip of Kyle Shane versus Justin Michaels for number one contendership.

Kyle Shane: If I wasn't letting this go down without a fight, I was bringing them down. I was bringing anyone who stood in the way of that night, down.

He carries his momentum into a stand. Stormm whirls around...into a QUICK roundhouse kick. Kyle buries the bottom of his heel into the point of Stormm’s left eye socket. Stormm topples down. Kyle crumples down himself, as if that took up his reserve.

1!



2!



3!

Here is the winner of the match, KYLE SHANE!!

Kyle Shane: It was at that moment, I knew that I had something in me. If Seromine and Gabriel had the power of belief on their side, maybe I could have something on my side, too. Something to make the people believe in me. And something that would make me stronger.

Interspersed cuts of Kyle Shane training for the match at Collision Course 2017.

"I was broken from a young age

Taking my sulking to the masses

Write down my poems for the few

That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me

Singing from heartache from the pain

Taking my message from the veins

Speaking my lesson from the brain

Seeing the beauty through the..."

Title card, December 11, 2017, showing footage of Kyle's ultimate victory over Seromine.

Destiny climbs onto the apron. The referee is there to argue with her about getting down. She was about to get her husband disqualified, but the referee will have none of that. SHE’S SENT TO THE LOCKER ROOM! She defiantly protests this. So, Pure Class Wrestling security are forced to escort her to the back. Buoyed by that development, Kyle vaults himself HIGH in the air with an excellent leap. He flips off with an incredible height, beautiful rotation corkscrew shooting star press that comes down full force across the chest of Seromine. He can't do much more except roll over and cover Seromine, but his weakened arm shoots up in a triumphant fist, counting along with the ref as he counts!

1!



2!!



3!!!

Jerry Andrews (top of his lungs): YES! YES! YES! YES!

The referee calls for the bell. Kyle looks up in disbelief. LOUD chants of THANK YOU KYLE, THANK YOU are mixed in with his entrance music.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match, and NEW Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, Kyle Shane!

Kyle Shane: The crowd was so behind me on that night. And it validated everything I was saying at the time. Everything I was working for, everything I had felt since the Deadly Rumble last year. For that brief second, everything in wrestling was beautiful to me, and there was no pain. I talked about fighting for yourself, and achieving your own potential through your own hard work, and, well, it mattered. Until it didn't.

"I was choking in the crowd

Building my rain up in the cloud

Falling like ashes to the ground

Hoping my feelings, they would drown

But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing

Inhibited, limited

'Til it broke up and it rained down

It rained down, like"

Title card, December 21st, 2017, a recap of the Icey awards when Kyle Shane won an award for Most Inspirational.

The crowd starts to applaud but suddenly the lights go out. Finally, a single candle is shown flickering. The lights come back on and Gabriel is standing on the stage, holding the candle.

Gabriel: This is a travesty! This is is a crime! This is disgusting! How is Kyle Shane inspirational? Because he has an ego!? Because he is full of himself!? Because he is composed entirely of bravado!? The world has lost its way. People today worship sin and encourage blasphemy. It's shameful that people like Kyle Shane are respected and revered. The only true inspiration in this world is our Lord! He is the one we should be looking up to! He is the one who should be honoured! For our Lord is a just and kind Lord. He is tolerant. He is loving. He is is beautiful and wondrous. We should wake up each day and count our blessings because we are granted the opportunity to follow the Lord. You heathens make me sick! But there is hope for you. Salvation is possible. The souls of those who voted for this deviant can be cleansed. All you need to do is follow the Lord. Listen to His words. Embrace Him. Welcome Him. Love Him. For He is so incredible that He....

Title card, January 18th, 2018, the triple threat cage match between Notorious, Gabriel and Seromine and Kyle Shane and Brenna Gordon.

Seromine smiles as he looks down at Shane. "Before I put you down, sinner, I'm going to pray for your soul!"

With that, Seromine backs into the corner and bows his head. He then recites the Lord’s Prayer loudly. When he looks up, Kyle Shane is back up on his feet! Shane unleashes VATS, but Seromine somehow dodges it! He then spins him around and hits him with a short-arm clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

1!

2!

3!!!

"Kyle Shane has been eliminated! The winners of this match: Seromine and Gabriel!"

Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over!

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane put up a great fight, but he couldn’t overcome the odds and Seromine is the winner of this match!

"You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

(Pain, pain)

You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer

(Pain)

I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from

(Pain)"

Kyle Shane: After all that good will, all that pain, all that sacrifice, Seromine gets his win back. Notorious, just having to stay in the conversation, despite the fact I'd beaten both of those, were parading around with my stolen title belt. And despite my efforts to keep strong in the face of all this it was slipping away. I lost matches I should have won, and it felt like it wasn't what it set out to be. The World title has been operating under a cloud for most of this year. It's been haunted by the ghost of Seromine, the ghost of Gabriel, of their ideology.

Title card, September 10th, 2018, a recap of a promo Gabriel did mocking Kyle, very obviously pretending to be a Kyle Shane call out.

“Is everyone else in love with me too?” he asked. “Because, they had better be. So much of my self-esteem is wrapped up in how much people love me. Cheer for me, you puppets! Cheer for me! I will wither and die without your applause! I have nothing else in my life. My soul is empty. I believe in nothing. I worship my own face in the mirror. I never seek anything deeper or more spiritual. If you don’t cheer, I’ll be able to hear myself think, and can't do that. When I think, I realize how meaningless my life has become! So cheer! Please cheer!”

“Everyone should love me,” he said to the crowd. “And here are several reasons why: I am very good at video games, I like video games, and I mention video games frequently.”

Kyle Shane: And you know what. A lot of what Gabriel's been saying is true. Am I an arrogant narcissist who's pushed everyone away? Yes. Do I believe in nothing? That's the entire gist of my premise. But am I an empty video game box with nothing in it?

Title card, August 30th, 2018, a fired up Kyle Shane is in the ring, addressing the crowd.

Kyle Shane: I said before and I'll say again this didn't end at Collision Course because there was still work to be done. Seromine wants people to think that he doesn't need this anymore because he ended up getting his win afterward and he wanted to walk away. But every single second since I have put this title on his henchmen, his little boys have continued to spout their fake-Mormon-garbage-Bible-quote promos and talk about Seromine's will, how Kyle Shane is a pretender holding on to a title that belongs to their Lord.

"Last things last

By the grace of the fire and the flames

You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh

The blood in my veins, oh ooh

But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing

Inhibited, limited

'Til it broke up and it rained down

It rained down..."

Kyle Shane: So this is my solemn vow. This ends tonight. Tonight, I exorcise the ghosts that have haunted me for this past year. I expel the spirits that have haunted me and held me back.

Stock footage of Kyle Shane, making his entrance, holding up the World title like a proud champion, interspersed with an image of Seromine walking to the ring with Destiny by his side.

Kyle Shane: Tonight, I am going to show that mouthy little prick Gabriel and his master that I am more than the demons, I am more than the narcissism, I am more than they can handle. I can rise above them, and I can make believers out of them. And tonight, the ghosts are going to fade away.

"You made me a, you made me a believer, believer..."

Back at ringside, Sasha Greene is in the ring.

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

The announcement brings the faithful to their feet, as the culmination of this intense rivalry has been nearly a year in the making. Interspersed with the cheers, are the chants of KYLE! KYLE! KYLE!

That is...until the lights go out. At that point the booing begins as the first entrant gets ready to make their way 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: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 219lbs, 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 opponents.

Jerry Andrews: Neither Gabriel nor his former identity Rick Majors have had very many opportunities at the PCW World Title.

Ace Anderson: I can't recall him having any, to be honest.

Jerry Andrews: Me neither. It will be interesting to see how he handles himself tonight.

If fans at home thought the booing was loud before, they may need to mute the sound as it reaches deafening levels. Chants once again break out, but this time it's the taunt of NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE!

The pipe organ of “Be Still for the Presence of the Lord” echoes throughout the arena. As the Beverley Minster Congregation begins to sing the hymn, Seromine and Destiny enter from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy. He halts the clydesdales, then assists her out of the ride.

Suddenly the heavenly vocals take on distortion, which draws a confused look from them. Destiny, now looking unamused, makes sure to keep Seromine's focus on the task at hand as she senses his mood beginning to shift. The whole song sounds less like a church hymn, and more like warped audio...but with snippets of CAWING.

Slowly, the pair make their way down to the ring, ignoring those close to the barrier as the negative reaction remains boisterous from the crowd.

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

Seromine, dressed in preacher’s garb straight out of the 1800’s, walks arm-in-arm with his wife, who is also dressed in a very conservative, black dress with a white collar and cuffs and two white buttons on the front. His wide brimmed black hat and black coat lend a severity to his appearance as they make their way to the ring steps.

He lends his wife a gentlemanly hand up the stairs, holding the ropes for her as she enters, following quickly behind. He slowly makes his way around the ring, stopping long enough to shake Gabriel's hand. Finally, he removes his hat and coat, handing them to his dutiful wife, while leaving his white button-up shirt and black ribbon bow tie on. Destiny kisses her husband as he holds the ropes open for her. She exits to ringside while they wait for the champion.

Jerry Andrews: The tension is thick---

His colleague interrupts.

Ace Anderson: As thick as your thighs?

Jerry Andrews: There is no love loss between Kyle Shane and the figureheads of GOD, Seromine and Gabriel.

Ace Anderson: Well with Seromine having had his head shaved and suffering the indignity of embarrassment on top of it, Gabriel jumped into the fray and put a beating on Kyle Shane.

Jerry Andrews: But what will he do now that the World Title is up for grabs?

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. On the ramp, laser light shows are scrawling white symbols, AARD, YRDEN, AXII, one after the other, Witcher signs and wards of power. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. With the World Title belt around his waist, Kyle is wearing full on Geralt of Rivia cosplay gear, a hooded cloak, two steel and silver swords with runes strapped to his back, and a leather and mail long coat. The crowd roars as the champion enters in his special event ring gear. Kyle Shane, pulling the cloak back from his head, raises the silver sword over his head as the Tron behind him is covered in the YRDEN sign of power in white.

Jerry Andrews: What an entrance from the World Champion!

Kyle, walking over the laser show Signs on the ramp, places the blade of the sword 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 leather and mail, and stretches a few times to get ready.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship
Triple Threat Match
Kyle Shane (World ©) vs Seromine vs Gabriel
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Right from the start, Kyle Shane puts attention on the fact he shaved Seromine's head, much to the chagrin of the Serpentine Sermonizer. His fun and games die down once he puts the attention on Gabriel. Kyle can audibly be heard yelling "SEROMINE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO WIN" in a feeble attempt to divide, before trying to conquer.

Seromine, while staring a hole right through the champ, tells his follower to ignore the sinful lie. Kyle doesn't relent in his pursuit of challenging the authority of the self professed LORD AND SAVIOR! Seromine has heard enough. With a signal to Gabriel, they put Kyle on the defensive as each takes a side of the ring.

That's when the lights start to falter. Flickering like an outage before the expected DARKNESS. Chants of NEVERMORE break as the faithful looks to torment Seromine. Time passes, seconds feel like minutes. When the lights raise no higher than a dim...

Jerry Andrews: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Ace Anderson: I think someone forgot to tell them Halloween is at the end of the month...

Twelve figures are on the apron. Each one of them in Amish clothing that is not only in tatters, but also has burlap stitched in spots that remain whole. The animal masks look as if they've been pulled from the earth, showing signs of wear as dirt is caked in the scratched features. They all have their focus on Seromine with their right index fingers also pointed at him.

Seromine, understandably startled, is seen mouthing the names of his former followers as he shakes his head. Destiny is frozen in place with widened eyes as she views the gathering. Seromine slowly approaches one, but the lights go out. Again. When they return, they are nowhere to be found.

NEVERMORE!
NEVERMORE!
NEVERMORE!

Seromine's gaze is cast down. He looks like he's processing what he just saw. Destiny gets her focus back as she races closer to him. He looks in her direction for guidance. He looks towards Gabriel, and then Kyle. Seromine charges! Kyle is ready as he rolls out of the way. Seromine turns in time to catch a thunderous clothesline over the top rope!

Gabriel attacks from behind. Clubbing blows batter the shoulders. Kyle surprises him with a quick back body drop onto Seromine! Kyle hits the ropes at lightning fast speed. He dives through the ropes like a heat seeking missile, suicide dive into BOTH men! The crowd is electric as Kyle returns to the ring. Once more he shows off his speed. CORKSCREW PLANCHA!!

Seromine and Gabriel are toppled for the third time in under a minute as Kyle emerges from the pile with high-fives and taunts for his arch rivals. Seromine is rolled into the ring. Kyle has his foot grabbed by Gabriel. He pushes him off before catching an oncoming Seromine with a strike. Slingshot blockbuster! Kyle unloads a ground and pound attack. Seromine is grabbed by the head and ran across the ring, as he gets dumped close to his wife's feet.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane has brought laser precision in what some would consider a glorified handicap match. Or so Seromine would brainwash some to think...

Ace Anderson: The champ has been wanting to put them down for some time. He should be careful what he wishes for as the numbers aren't in his favor.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel has the chance to win the top title...

Ace Anderson: As does Seromine. Quit trying to make trouble, Andrews. Gabriel knows his role!

Seromine remains outside of the ring to gather his thoughts. With Destiny there to help him, he has no reason to jump right back in. He trades barbs with Kyle in the hope of keeping him distracted long enough. Gabriel finds his rush being sidestepped. On the rebound, Kyle presses him in the air, connecting with a stiff uppercut on the way down.

Seromine slides halfway into the ring, recoiling in time before Kyle can stomp him in place. A loud "FUCK YOU!" is thrown Kyle's way. The God of Game picks Gabriel up in order to send him to a near corner. He rushes in with a monkey flip, only he follows through into a deadlift brainbuster! Seromine is in the ring. He catches Kyle with a running knee to the temple. ABSOLUTION STOMP and boy does he pack the venom in each one.

Seromine takes a knee, picking Kyle's head off of the mat so that he can psychotically look him in the eyes. "GOD DOESN'T FORGIVE SINNERS LIKE YOU!" Seromine proceeds to unlock the "No Mercy Achievement" as he bounces Kyle head first with concussion like force. The referee is there for a count. Seromine glowers at him for the intrusion.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine is unhinged!

While she enjoys the brutality, Destiny calls to her husband. He crawls in her direction as her voice calms the storm that rages inside. Gabriel, meanwhile, pounces on Kyle as he had begun stirring. He rams his head into the top turnbuckle. Kyle jams his ribs with a forearm, backing the messenger up.

Gabriel spears him into the turnbuckles and then grinds his right shoulder into the midsection. Seromine comes flying in with a spinning heel kick that places him onto the apron. Gabriel sends Kyle into position with a release belly to belly suplex. Seromine leaps to the top...ROCKET LAUNCHER! An homage to the Midnight Express there.

Seromine hooks the legs while Gabriel...stands idle?!

1.

The lights go out long enough to disrupt. Five seconds later they return to normal. Amidst the stirring applause are chants of KYLE! and NEVERMORE! Seromine is unamused by the mind game. He and Gabriel work in tandem to bring Kyle to his feet for a double Irish whip. Seromine has his head kicked. Gabriel is displaced with a double arm DDT!

Seromine takes a leg drop bulldog for his troubles. He rolls out of the ring, leaving Gabriel to be worked over. A trio of suplexes is halted on the third. Gabriel palm strikes the body and then lands a knee that could be considered questionable. Half hatch knee strikes find their target. Kyle blocks one! Exploder suplex! Seromine races in to plant Kyle with a swinging neckbreaker. A standing moonsault lands him into double knees as Kyle continues to show resilience and scouting.

Jerry Andrews: All three are down with varying degrees of punishment.

Ace Anderson: Was the lights going out a threat from the electric company?

Jerry Andrews: It could've been the spirit of Luis Malave.

Ace Anderson (frightened): DON'T SAY THAT!

Kyle gets halfway to a vertical base when he's dropped with a back suplex, landing him on the back of his head and neck. Gabriel pulls him up far enough to drive his elbow into the base of his neck. He calls out to the preacher as he opens the door for him to limb target. Seromine sends a headbutt to the back of Kyle's neck, dropping him to his knees. A reverse European uppercut follows it up. Kyle shoulders Seromine in the midsection as he clutches his neck.

Gabriel stops him cold with a reverse DDT. Kyle again favors the back of his head and neck. Seromine and Gabriel work in tandem as they put the boots to his gut. Kyle is pulled up and battering rammed into the buckles. Gabriel steps onto the apron to choke Kyle over the top rope. At the same time, Seromine has ran the ropes and returned with a splash to the lumbar.

Kyle's head is picked up in order for Gabriel to drive his windpipe across the top rope. Seromine lands a bridging tiger suplex! Gabriel...remains idle outside of the ring?! The ref is there for the count.

1.

What *may* have been two becomes lost to the unknown, for the lights have gone out AGAIN to deny Seromine. The fans are all cheers for anything that impedes that. The lights return to show Seromine's ire being tested. He bores a hole through the referee, as if he has the power over supernatural forces. Gabriel enters back into the ring to pull Kyle out. He sits him up and then hits the ropes.

Kyle ducks under a running knee, countering instead with a drop toe hold! He rolls over Gabriel's body in time to freeze Seromine with a Shoryuken! Seromine is sent flailing backwards from the 180 degree turning uppercut. Gabriel takes combination strikes from the powerful legs of Kyle Shane, rendering him incapable of guarding against the offense.

Kyle lands a lifting back suplex to Gabriel, slamming him into the mat. Gabriel rolls over, holding his back and gets to his knees on all fours as Kyle comes running in, looking for a running punt, but Gabriel pulls his head back and Kyle goes past him. Kyle turns around, and Gabriel hops up, meeting Kyle with a hurricanrana attempt, but as he snaps Kyle over Kyle does a cartwheel dodge out of it and hops to his feet, and Gabriel comes back to a standing position and is blasted with a corkscrew kick to the temple that staggers him.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT AN OFFENSIVE FLURRY!

Ace Anderson: The champ is on fire right now. Seromine better douse that with holy water before his hopes burn down in the carnage.

Kyle bobs and weaves, ducks and rolls out of some roundhouse kicks from Seromine. The last of which is a spinning variety. Kyle capitalizes in the momentum, turning it into a spinning powerbomb. Gabriel finds himself spinebustered on Seromine, further driving the air out. Gabriel is flung into a corner. Seromine is flung into the opposite.

"GO TO HELL YOU AMISH SHEEP FUCKERS!!"

With the fans roaring with cheers, Kyle runs the distance between his adversaries, first with dropkicks, then forearm smashes, then clotheslines. Kyle stands triumphant in the middle of the ring. They stagger forward into having their heads knocked together. Kyle goes for a double jump moonsault, but on the second jump, has his feet pulled out by Destiny Willard. He lands awkwardly on the back of his head from the fall.

She may be taking her share of the boos, but upon questioning, she plays innocent while drawing a halo around her head. The arena goes dark once more. This time dim lightning flashes on the stage as a rising stage display emerges.

XIII IS HERE! Propped around him on the heads of mannequins are the burlap animal masks. He stands stoically in the center of them, his deep set black as coal stare fixated on the ring. The arena lights return to normal everywhere BUT the stage. That remains dim. Destiny begins backing away from the action, nearly tripping against the stairs as she does. Her gaze goes back and forth between the ring and Seromine.

"Jason!" she frantically repeats. "It's HERE!" Seromine, groggy from that meeting of the minds, asks her to repeat what she's saying. He turns his head towards the ramp and stands pale once he sees for himself.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine looks like he's seeing a living nightmare! He should be thankful Gabriel is around to help with Kyle Shane...

Ace Anderson: I don't know who that scarecrow, scareraven, SCAREPERSON IS, but someone should inform them next Trauma is the Halloween special...

Jerry Andrews: Well go on then, Ace!

Gabriel stops Kyle from rolling out of the ring. He rakes Kyle's face along the ropes before slamming it into the buckles. Kyle lowers to a knee. Gabriel shoves him against the middle turnbuckle. He calls for Seromine. Destiny does the same. Seromine is in a terse staredown. It's a LOUD yell from Destiny that finally snaps him out of the trance. He sees Gabriel working Kyle over while he tries to get free.

Seromine hits a running knee to sandwich Kyle's head into the buckle. He rips him to his feet, jarring him with a chop to the throat because why not? Linking arms with Gabriel, the tandem posit Kyle out of the ring. Seromine leaps through the ropes to go collect him. Kyle is sent FLYING into the ring steps, dislodging them. He fish hooks Kyle onto his knees. Seromine illegally digs his fingers into Kyle's eyes, as Gabriel puts the boots to his midsection.

Seromine directs traffic as Gabriel pulls Kyle onto the apron. He lifts him into a piledriver from the side. Seromine, having perched himself on the top rope, applies the "spike" as he shoves Kyle down from the feet. They land the devastating move on the edge of the apron, which sends a convulsing Kyle Shane to the floor. Seromine jumps inside of the ring while demanding Kyle be presented to him.

Gabriel does just that. Seromine hooks the legs as Gabriel...watches?!

1.

Seromine lifts Kyle up while shaking his head. "NOT THIS TIME YOU SINFUL, SON OF A BITCH!" he sharply yells at the stoic scarecrow. XIII ADVANCES towards the start of the ramp but no further. Seromine seems to back down. He lays Kyle down and pins again.

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2.

LIGHTS GO OUT, THEN ON. Seromine slams his hands on the mat out of frustration. He begins to verbally assault the referee over this. The official gives it right back to the delight of the crowd. Seromine picks Kyle up in order to shove him into the ropes. A STIFF knife edge chop crackles through the arena. If the faithful weren't cringing so hard, there may be a WOOOO behind it. Kyle covers up as he crouches. Gabriel lifts him up and connects with one of his own.

Kyle's pain brings joy to the hated heels.

Gabriel works the neck over. Kyle is shifted into the corner for a sudden shoulder charge to the midsection. With him doubled over, it allows Seromine to running knee lift him back into the corner. He rips Kyle away from there and scores with a trio of Northern Lights Suplexes. The last of which...IS COUNTERED INTO A NECKBREAKER!!

Gabriel is there to dropkick him in the face. Seromine has rolled himself out of the ring, bringing Destiny over to his aid. From the corner of her eye, she spots XIII at the halfway point of the ramp. She puts her husband's right arm over her shoulders and then begins moving him as far away as she can from that position. XIII's head follows their movement.

Jerry Andrews: This is seriously getting creepy...

Ace Anderson: Couldn't PCW file a restraining order??

Jerry Andrews (mocking): Seromine doesn't need one. He has GOD on his side!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, well, Gabriel is punishing Kyle Shane!

Which is the truth. Kyle has just been hit with a brainbuster in the middle of the ring. Gabriel looks towards Seromine before he goes into prayer. Once finished, he stands and waits on Kyle.

BELIEVE! ---NO! KYLE COUNTERS!

He shoves Gabriel into Seromine, knocking him off the apron...Gabriel staggers back into the awaiting arms of Kyle Shane. Gabriel blocks an attempted German suplex with a low blow. The champ has lowered himself right into a successful BELIEVE! Gabriel looks conflicted by his situation. Once more he goes into prayer. Seromine slides in for an opportunistic pin!

1!

2!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Seromine sees this and is incensed. He looks towards the praying Gabriel and rolls his tongue in his cheek. He's disgusted and angered that Kyle had the NERVE to put his foot on the rope. Gabriel breaks prayer to see Seromine standing there. Kyle takes a discus lariat through the ropes. Seromine steps out...but he stands mere feet away from XIII who is now at the bottom of the ramp!

Destiny races to Seromine and guides him away by the hand. She puts herself in front of him in order to grab his full attention. XIII watches their every step. Gabriel rolls Kyle into the ring. Destiny continues to be the voice of reason, which puts Seromine back on track. He returns to the ring himself.

Seromine and Gabriel hit a double fisherman DDT, spiking Kyle's head into the canvas with authority. Gabriel pulls Kyle up. He whips Kyle across the ropes. GODDESS WHITE SWORD! not only that, but on the swing around, Seromine is caught up in a head scissors takedown! He barrel rolls on the momentum. Kyle is partially to his feet when he takes a shining wizard for his troubles!

Showing ring awareness, Kyle nearly is out of the ring when Seromine lunges to drag him back inside. He pulls Kyle up, shoves him into the ropes and promptly eats an AARD! Seromine falls like a tree. Kyle slumps in the ropes as the punishment has taken a toll. He favors the back of his head while using the ropes to keep himself up. Gabriel has regained his awareness. He smashes Kyle's face in with an angry fury of forearms, nearly displacing him out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is unleashing violent strikes and Kyle isn't able to prevent them.

Gabriel steps out to the floor. He twists Kyle's head and neck at an awkward angle and then drops straight down so that Kyle is driven first into the edge of the ring and then the arena floor with a nasty splat which folds him like an accordion.

Fans "Ooooh!" from the sight. Gabriel wheelbarrow slams him off the railing and the DEMANDS the faithful "PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!" to a serenade of boos. Seromine enters the shot favoring his jaw. He scoops Kyle onto his shoulders and drops him with a snake eyes on the other set of ring steps. Unsatisfied, he runs the length of the ring apron, polishing it with a DOUBLE STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, SMASHING HIS FACE INTO THE STEPS!!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: That may have fractured his face!

Destiny looks on with approval nearby, unaware that XIII is at ringside and by the opposite ring post closest to the action. Seromine grinds Kyle's face across the cold steel with vigor. He then steps up and further pushes it down with his right foot. It's then that Destiny frantically alerts her husband about the unwelcome guest. Seromine halts his attack as he notices XIII watching. He jumps off and feeling froggy, holds his arms out in a crucifix pose.

XIII mirrors it! Seromine drags Kyle by the hair like he were a dead body. He begins moving in XIII's direction, but again, Destiny calms him down in order to keep him focused on the real goal. He passes Kyle off to Gabriel, who in turn takes things back inside. She leads Seromine around the ring until enough distance is placed. It's then he returns to join Gabriel. "THIS IS FOR YOU, YOU SACK OF SHIT!" he yells to the CREEPY Scarecrow.

Seromine fires Kyle across the ring, into the waiting arms of Gabriel, but Kyle revolves around him! He traps his arms and then flexes his muscles before pulling Gabriel into a version of the WILD HUNT! This draws LOUD cheers as it IS one of Kyle's submission finishers. Gabriel yells in agony as his limbs are stretched, but Seromine is there to force a break. He gets Kyle across his shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker...

Jerry Andrews: WILD HUNT ON SEROMINE!!

Ace Anderson: Gabriel help your savior!!

The messenger is trying to rework feeling into his own limbs. Seromine is writhing in pain as Kyle has this cinched tight. Seromine frantically reaches for the ropes with his fingertips and feet, but submission is more likely!

KYLE! KYLE! KYLE!

TAP, SEROMINE, TAP!

Destiny is beside herself as she WANTS to lend a hand, but is unable with XIII making sure she doesn't dare try. Seromine is FINALLY saved by Gabriel! Kyle is drilled with a knee to the kidneys which gingerly forces a break. Seromine scoots on his hip towards his wife while favoring his limb. Gabriel shoots Shane HARD into the buckles, then flips him head over heels with a chop block. He cradles Kyle's knee up into his face and locks in a variant of a guillotine choke to wear him down and stretch the ligament out.

...but he thinks twice and instead releases Kyle from his predicament. Instead, he scores an arm wrench followed by hook kick! Gabriel drags him to the center of the ring. He then aids Seromine to his feet while offering up Kyle Shane as an offering. Seromine carefully scales to the top rope. With perfect balance he stands tall. He points to the heavens above and takes flight with a HIGH elevation five star frog splash!

Gabriel stands idle in the corner as he watches Seromine take the pin.

1!

2!

3!---NO! LIGHTS GO OUT!

The lights are back on and XIII is right next to an unsuspecting Destiny Willard. She senses someone there and slowly looks in that direction. Her eyes widen, not of fear, but anger! RED MIST! XIII DOESN'T FLINCH! Destiny now BACKPEDALS with a look of regret as her tactic had no effect. She runs towards a safer spot at ringside and tries to act like what happened, didn't.

Gabriel whips Kyle off the ropes, throwing him up in the air for a flapjack but Kyle comes down, catching Gabriel's head in position for a tornado DDT. As he comes around his boot catches Seromine full on in the face! All three men are down in this wild, wild match! The referee begins to administer the standard ten count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

They stir...

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6!

7!

Jerry Andrews: This could end in a draw!

Ace Anderson: That's the ONLY way Kyle is retaining tonight against this team.

Jerry Andrews: The ref is at eight...

On spaghetti legs and battered bodies, the three competitors find ways to stand between nine and ten. Seromine misses wildly on a strike causing him to stumble. Gabriel has a boot caught, which allows Kyle to sweep the other leg out as John Kreese mentally instructs. Kyle spins around to block Seromine's attack. He fires a leg strike! Seromine's swing is ducked. Kyle starts to rock his head like a boxer hitting combinations. A spinning back fist collapses Gabriel into the ropes.

Seromine boots Kyle in the gut, lifting him up for a powerbomb. As he is lifting the champion up in the air, Gabriel is getting to his feet behind Seromine's back, and Kyle hops off Seromine's shoulders and, still in powerbomb position, latches on to Gabriel on the way down, giving him a hurricanrana. As Kyle flings Gabriel, Gabriel's boot catches Seromine just as he's turning his head, knocking him over!

Jerry Andrews: What a counter by Kyle Shane!

Kyle claws his way towards the ropes, feeding off the faithful who are cheering for him, who are chanting for him, who believe he can cut off the heads of the two headed snake! He ascends to his feet using the ropes, Kyle turns around and while his head and neck are sure to be sore spots tomorrow, he's ready to UNLOCK THE FINAL BOSS DEFEATED ACHIEVEMENT!

Seromine is peppered with combination leg and forearm strikes, each one hitting at full impact and driving Seromine on his heels. The Serpentine Sermonizer is thrown into the ropes and met with a back body drop. Shane mows Gabriel down with a barrel roll clothesline and then rolls back into drilling Seromine with a DDT. Gabriel is sent to the corner. He staggers into a pumphandle suplex. Kyle Shane double hops and hits the most picture perfect moonsault! He remains positioned for a pin!

1!

2!

3---Seromine breaks it up! He aggressively pulls Kyle up only to be spun into FEAST OF CROWS! Seromine pounds on the mat while clinging to his back. Destiny makes the quick decision to pull him to the floor before Kyle is able to follow. While she attends to him, Gabriel is placed in the crosshairs. Kyle slides underneath as Gabriel lunges at air. He kips up in motion and DRILLS a pele kick, spinning Gabriel down to the mat.

No sooner does he stand does he see Seromine launching with a CYANIDE PUNCH. Kyle sidesteps, grabs the arm and hurls Seromine down onto the point of his shoulder, stepping over into an arm bar! Seromine frantically looks for an escape, yelling for Destiny, yelling for Gabriel, yelling for GOD! She's kept in check by XIII this time which is killing her inside! Gabriel is barely coming to from the pele kick and GOD, well that's a matter of preference.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle has him trapped with nowhere to go! Seromine either taps or loses an arm!

Ace Anderson: COME ON, SEROMINE, I BELIEVE IN YOU!

Seromine squirms every direction he can. He shows off some nimble flexibility as he powers his legs into Kyle's face, maneuvering him OUT OF NOWHERE with ORIGINAL SIN. Kyle has enough to roll his hips in order to block, the aftermath placing Seromine in a pin.

1!

2!

3--GABRIEL WITH THE SAVE. The fans boo the living hell out of that decision. Gabriel collects Kyle and then runs him forward into the corner. He begins driving his shoulder frantically into the lower back of Kyle, working him over until Seromine has regained his sense of being. Again, Kyle is offered up as a sacrifice.

Jerry Andrews: Why is Gabriel avoiding a potential win for himself?!

Seromine is worn out, as are the others, but he's licking his chops over the golden opportunity that's presented. He holds his arms out and tilts his head back. "GOD HAS SPOKE TO ME, BROTHERS AND SISTERS, IT'S TIME TO PUT THE SINNER DOWN!" He puts his entire focus on Kyle Shane. He instructs Gabriel to take him up top. Gabriel lays him on the top rope, looking for a superplex, but Kyle elbows him off repeatedly as he comes to life!

Seromine hops away from him on the second rope, but is promptly pushed aside. Gabriel is sitting so limp on the top rope that he is able to fall backwards with a push. Gabriel falls into a sort of tree of woe and Kyle Shane comes down with a double knee Meteora right to the sternum!!

Seromine rips Kyle Shane up and then sends him right INTO the referee! MASS BOOING ensues following that decision. Seromine shifts his gaze towards XIII. He walks towards him and throws double birds in his face. Now he goes to scrape up Kyle from his collision course. Seromine pulls him in for a clothesline, Kyle grabs him instead and hits a standing Spanish fly!!

Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES HAS BEEN DENIED!

Ace Anderson: GABRIEL DRILLS KYLE WITH THE WORD OF THE LORD!!

Gabriel's finisher has knocked the life out of Kyle Shane. He sits up and surveys the ring. The ref is stirring. He has the champ down. Gabriel goes deep into prayer, conflicted about the situation. Destiny frantically tries to revive Seromine. Gabriel stands up, walks over and checks on him.

...and now he looks at Kyle Shane! With a deep breath being exhaled, GABRIEL GOES FOR THE PIN!

Jerry Andrews: It's his FIRST pin of the entire match! Will it lead to his first World Title reign?!

1!

...

2...

...

3--SEROMINE BREAKS THE PIN!! With a frantic dive into the action, he knocks Gabriel off the cover, and in the process clips the referee with his feet, putting him out again!

Seromine stands to his feet with his back towards a STUNNED Gabriel. He's doubled over as the boos come pouring in at deafening levels. Gabriel stares in disbelief as he had helped Seromine the entire match. Gave him the pins the entire match. But when his moment of glory came?

Seromine took it away.

Gabriel stands tall. He grabs Seromine's arm and spins him around. The conversation isn't picked up on, but it's spirited from Gabriel as he is beside himself. Seromine puts his hands on his hips and responds by yelling "GOD OWES ME!"

Gabriel seems to accept his lot, nodding in agreement while backing off. Seromine moves towards Kyle...

THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

When they return...

Jerry Andrews: THE SCARECROW IS IN THE RING!

Ace Anderson: LOOK OUT, SEROMINE!

But it's GABRIEL who XIII grabs. He takes him by the head and sends him over the top rope like a Deadly Rumble elimination. XIII slowly turns around to face Seromine. The preacher stands his ground, ready for that fight. The fans are on their feet, cheering in unison with chants of NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE!

Seromine...laughs?! "GOD has sent you to save me!" he proclaims with his arms held wide. Outside of the ring, Destiny is all smiles as Seromine HUGS XIII, further drawing boos from the rabid faithful. He releases and now turns towards the stirring Kyle Shane.

Jerry Andrews: What the HELL is going on?! WHO IS THIS SCARECROW?!?

Seromine goes to grab Kyle, when all of a sudden XIII grabs him!! He sets Seromine up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of Seromine's head and Seromine's left arm over his left shoulder. XIII then grabs Seromine's left leg, lifting it up close to Seromine's own torso, and then lifts Seromine up into the cradle suplex position. XIII then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Seromine is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!

Ace Anderson (in disbelief): Wait a...was that...did I...NO! It couldn't be...

Destiny watches in horror as Seromine is OUT from the impact finisher. XIII stands over the fallen preacher stoically. He let's those cheers wash over him before slowly lifting his hands to remove the burlap raven mask...

XIII

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JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!!

He looks proud of what he just did. The mask is sent flying into a sea of hands. Gabriel is witnessing this outside of the ring as he clings to his head, unable to stand. Kyle Shane has revived and before he can fully process who is in there with him...

FORCE OF NATURE ON KYLE SHANE!!

Now Stormm dumps Kyle over Seromine, leaving him to pin the fallen cult leader. The referee slowly moves himself towards a favorable vantage point. With each passing second the tension mounts. Destiny is beside herself as the pin is in the center of the ring. The hand goes into the air and slams back to the canvas...

1!

Stormm has a sinister grin plastered on his mug, clearly pleased with what he has done. He takes a seat up on the top turnbuckle of a near corner, giving himself a bird's eye view of the hand coming down again...

2!

Destiny drops her head into her hands. Her fingers are crossed as she cautiously peeks from the edge of the ring. Reality is crashing in on her as she knows this could be it. The referee is raising his arm up for the all important final count. It is about this time that Gabriel has stirred enough to partially crawl into the ring.

The fans are on the edge of their seat as the sound of "thrrrrrr" revs up on the tips of their tongues and why not? They counted one and two. Stormm leans in with his grin widening like the Joker. Gabriel has drug himself fully into the ring...

But it's too late.

3!!

The weary ref calls for the bell to be rung as this demolition derby is over! Stormm calmly steps down from the corner and with his job done, he exits the ring for the satisfying trip back to the locker room.

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

"In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play as Destiny gets into the ring to pull Seromine towards her. She takes a few glares towards the ramp, but mostly attends to her husband while explaining what just happened.

Jerry Andrews: What a match that was! Kyle Shane went to hell and back, and withstood the team of Seromine and Gabriel all night, but in the end is STILL the World Champion.

Ace Anderson: With the help of Stormm you mean. Aside from that, I'm glad we won't have to see that creepy scarecrow again...

Jerry Andrews: Did he do it as a way to screw Seromine or to aid Kyle Shane? Stormm isn't friends with either, you know.

She carefully helps him out from under the bottom rope. Gabriel keeps his head lowered in defeat for what feels like a reflection. He slowly rolls back out, joining Seromine and Destiny as they head up the ramp.

Kyle Shane is handed the title, his face cracks into a relieved and exuberant smile. He has locked a new achievement, conquering Salvation once again. Whether or not he's fully aware of what Stormm did to him is to be determined. For now, all of the pain and fatigue of this war is forgotten as Kyle holds the title on his shoulder, rightfully standing victorious with the fans firmly supporting him.

Jerry Andrews: One year ago, Kyle Shane lost his North American Title to Gabriel, then lost in the Deadly Rumble. Tonight was his night for redemption and he got plenty of it!

Ace Anderson: I have to give credit where credit is due, Kyle Shane once again has proven himself one of the best in the company and has come a long way over the last year.

A video package highlighting the Deadly Rumble begins to play.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, in this next match, one competitor’s life could change forever! In one grueling match, on one night – tonight – you can permanently alter the course of your career! Win here tonight, survive a field of hungry competitors, and you will skyrocket to the top of the card. That’s because the winner of the Deadly Rumble earns a guaranteed PCW World Championship opportunity at Collision Course!

Ace Anderson: There are certainly HUGE stakes in this match. Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is the Deadly Rumble.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the DEADLY RUMBLE!

The crowd explodes.

Sasha Greene: Participants will enter this match every two minutes. If a participant is thrown over the top rope and has both feet touch the floor, they are eliminated from the match. The last competitor standing will be named the winner of the 2018 Deadly Rumble and will earn the right to challenge the PCW World Champion at Collision Course!

More cheering from the faithful.

The Deadly Rumble
The winner of the Deadly Rumble receives a shot at the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship at Collision Course 7: December 9th, 2018

Sasha Green: Introducing the first competitor in the 2018 Deadly Rumble…

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

Sasha Greene: … from Death Valley, California: SICKO!!!

Death is on the midway
Gambling with souls
Roulette on the wire
Ace is in the hole
I sink beneath the feeling
Moon is in my hands
A crooked wheel of twenty-one
I just don't understand - NO!
Laugh - YEAH! - drown and laugh
Your life is over

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

Jerry Andrews: Nice to see Sicko back in a PCW ring!

Ace Anderson: Maybe you think that, but this guy weirds me out.

Sasha Greene: And the second entrant…..

“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers begins to play.

T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Thelma
That gal that made a wreck out of me

[Yodel]

If you don't want me mama
You sure don't have to stall
If you don't want me mama
You sure don't have to stall
'Cause I can get more women
Than a passenger train can haul

Sasha Greene: … from Sugar Land, Texas: TEXAS TIM!!!

Texas Tim enters the ring, removes hos cowboy hat, chaps and spurs, and gets ready to compete.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, tell me what you know about this man, Texas Tim.

Ace Anderson: Well, he’s from Texas. And his name is Tim. He wears a cowboy hat and…

Jerry Andrews: Come on! He’s a veteran of the ring, with about 15 years of experience in this business. He’s competed in several organizations around the world. It’ll be interesting to see what he has in store for us tonight.

The bell rings and the two competitors lock up. Sicko hits Tim with a knee to the stomach, doubling him over. He then elbows him in the back of the head, and drops him to the mat with a DDT. Sicko pulls Tim up and Irish whips him into the corner. He then charges and clotheslines Texas Tim as he steps out of the corner.

Ace Anderson: Sicko in charge in the early stages of this match.

Sicko now grabs Tim by the head and tries to throw him over the ropes. Texas Tim elbows him in the stomach and breaks free. He then runs at Sicko with a clothesline that is dodged. Sicko now charges and hits his opponent with a spear.

Jerry Andrews: This is an impressive showing by Sicko so far.

Ace Anderson: And now he’s trying to eliminate Tim again. This is smart strategy here. If he eliminates Texas Tim now, he’ll be able to catch a breather before the next competitor enters.

Texas Tim holds onto the top rope for dear life as Sicko tries to get under him and hoist him over. Sicko manages to get him over the ropes, but Tim lands on his feet on the apron. Sicko throws a right hand, but Tim blocks it. He then quickly slides in between the middle and bottom ropes, saving himself.

Jerry Andrews: This Texas Tim is a pretty agile guy!

Ace Anderson: I guess you’ve gotta be to rustle up those cattle and such…..

Jerry Andrews: Spoken like a real cowboy, Ace.

Tim leaps up with a drop kick that catches Sicko in the chin staggering him. Tim now runs at Sicko, but Sicko takes him down with a big clothesline.

FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE!
TWO!
ONE!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

That awesome "Party Rock Anthem" song by LMFAO plays and out walks the really muscular Buck Brochamp. He's not on steroids. He's buff and the fans just love him for it. He walks down to the ring as expensive loud fireworks shoot off all around the arena for the entrance of the Broski. His biceps are huge and he's real tan as he climbs in the ring ready to crush his opponent into nothing or dust.

Ace Anderson: Oh God….. no….

Jerry Andrews: Buck Brochamp is lookin’ good! He is tanned and oiled and his muscles are ripped! The ladies want to take him to bed usually.

Ace Anderson: Please don’t.

Brochamp poses for the crowd. Sicko and Texas Tim continue battling it out, seemingly unconcerned with Buck. He continues to pose and talk to the crowd as Tim and Sicko trade shots in the corner.

Ace Anderson: Why is he here?

Jerry Andrews: He wants a shot at the PCW World Title, Ace, just like everyone in this match!

Sicko pulls Tim up and drops him with a pumphandle slam. He then scoops him up and drives him into the mat with a package piledriver!

Jerry Andrews: Sweet Kamikaze!!!!

Ace Anderson: And Brochamp is still posing! He’s on the second rope now attempting to flirt with some women in the audience. Push him off, Sicko. Please!!!

Instead, Sicko continues to wear down Texas Tim. He picks him up and delivers a devastating spinning, stalling Jackhammer with ring-shaking force!

Jerry Andrews: Under the Big Top! Texas Tim looks to be knocked out by that move! All Sicko needs to do now is pick him up and…

Suddenly, Sicko is attacked from behind by Buck Brochamp! Sicko turns and faces him. He starts laughing manically. Brochamp takes a step back, clearly disturbed by this display. Suddenly, Sicko stops laughing. He glares at Brochamp with a look of intense rage.

Ace Anderson: Uh oh.

Jerry Andrews: Get out of there, Brochamp!

Sicko suddenly lunges forward at Brochamp. He takes him down with a brutal clothesline and then mounts him, unloading on him with rights and lefts to the face. Brochamp tries to cover up, but Sicko’s onslaught is too much.

Jerry Andrews: This is brutal!!!

Ace Anderson: I’ll allow it.

After several moments of brutal shots, Sicko pulls Brochamp up. He hoists him up into a strong front bearhug, wrapping him up and shaking him around violently.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: Buck Brochamp is definitely not a small man, and Sicko is shaking him around like he’s a rag doll!

FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE!
TWO!
ONE!
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

"Hopes and Dreams" by TobyFox starts blaring on the PA speakers. The lights in the arena all go out, barring the spotlights on the stage. David Hunter comes out, adorned in his usual Hawaiian shirt. His eyes bore a hole into the ring before him. He cracks his wrist, neck, and knuckles, glancing around at the crowd before him.

As the drop begins, David simply bends his head forward in a bow to the crowd. Once the song gets going, David begins to walk to the ring, the lights in the arena coming on completely. His eyes focusing in front of him and his scowl ever-so present, he avoids the audience members looking for a high-five or some hope of touching him.

Jerry Andrews: Here’s a PCW newcomer who is certainly very promising!

Ace Anderson: Unlike this Texas Tim fellow, I’ve heard a lot of good things about David Hunter!

Just as Hunter enters the ring, Sicko tosses is Brochamp over the top ropes, eliminating him!

“BUCK BROCHAMP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!”

Texas Tim staggers to his feet, clearly still feeling the effects of the assault by Sicko. He takes a step towards David Hunter, who hits him with a harsh forearm. Tim falls backwards against the ropes and Hunter clotheslines him over them to the outside!

“TEXAS TIM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!”

Jerry Andrews: David Hunter making an impact already in this match!

Ace Anderson: You’ll have to give Sicko an assist on that elimination, he’s the one who brutalized Texas Tim earlier.

Now Sicko and David Hunter face off in the center of the ring. Sicko’s smile has not returned, he’s still filled with anger and rage. Hunter smirks at him and, with that, the two men begin exchanging blows!

Jerry Andrews: Here we go, folks!

Ace Anderson: I’m not sure how wise it is for David Hunter to be going punch-for-punch with Sicko like this, but I like it!

Hunter holds his ground for a while, but is eventually staggered by the larger Sicko. Sicko then takes him down with a big boot.

Jerry Andrews: He almost took his head off there!

Sicko pulls Hunter up, but David Hunter hits him with a strike to the midsection. Another follows. And another. He then tackles Sicko down to the mat. Hunter delivers several strong forearms to Sicko’s head before standing up and taking a step back. Sicko sits up, and Hunter delivers a big boot of his own to his seated opponent.

Ace Anderson: These two guys are just beating the hell out of one another. I love it!

Sicko falls to the mat, but slowly sits up again. He gets to his knees, but Hunter rushes at him, leaving his feet to deliver a bicycle kick to Sicko’s face!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Ace Anderson: I hear he calls that the “Ode to Frank!”

Hunter reaches down and pulls Sicko up to his feet. He tries to drag him towards the ropes, but Sicko uses his strength to stop Hunter. He then pulls him towards him and connects with a big clothesline, leaving his feet in the process! Sicko slowly gets to his feet now, pulling up Hunter behind him.

Jerry Andrews: This actually hurts to watch! These guys are brutalizing one another! There might not be much left by the time the next competitor enters the ring!

Sicko throws Hunter into the corner. He steps towards him, but Hunter gets his feet up, kicking Sicko right in the face.

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

…DOMINATOR…

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

He slowly walks down the ramp with a gleam in his eye, a wicked and arrogant smirk spread amidst his dark stubble.

Jerry Andrews: OH MAN!

Ace Anderson: If you though this match was hard-hitting before…..

Sicko has staggered back, and he’s leaning against the ropes. Hunter is still in the corner. As Dominator enters the ring, both competitors turn to face him. There’s a brief staredown between all three. Then Sicko and Hunter both attack Dominator!

Jerry Andrews: Smart strategy!

Ace Anderson: You’re right! He’s the freshest guy in the match – and a former Underground King. If you can take him out, you take him out.

Sicko backs Dominator into the corner and drives his knee into his stomach. Hunter then leaps up and hits Dominator with a missile dropkick! Dominator remains on his feet, held up by the ring ropes. Sicko tries to get under him and throw him over, but Dominator drives his elbow into Sicko’s spine. He does it again and then knees him in the face, sending Sicko to the mat.

Hunter is on Dominator right away. He leaps at him, hitting him with a flying forearm to the face, that sends him back into the corner. Hunter now unloads with a series of punches. He tries to throw Dominator over, but Dominator scoops him up and gets him over the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it for David Hunter!

Hunter lands on his feet on the apron. He quickly dodges a punch from Dominator and shoves him away. Suddenly Sicko charges at Hunter with a big boot! He misses that, and his foot gets hung up on the top rope. Hunter tries to pull him over, but Sicko won’t let it happen. Hunter heads back into the ring between the ropes and now resumes his battle with Sicko.

Jerry Andrews: I guess that alliance didn’t last very long.

Ace Anderson: They never do in this match!

Dominator takes advantage of the situation, clotheslining both men down to the mat. He then reaches down and pulls Sicko up, but Sicko hits him with a shot to the midsection. He then follows up with an Evenflow DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator just got PLANTED in the mat!

Sicko can’t take advantage as David Hunter takes him down with a vicious spear! Hunter tries to pull Sicko to his feet now, but moving the massive man proves to be difficult. Sicko shoves him away, and he’s caught by Dominator, who is just getting to his feet. Dominator wraps his hand around Hunter’s neck and chokeslams him down to the mat!

Ace Anderson: With authority!

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Jerry Andrews: Who will be our next entrant???

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. 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.

Ace Anderson: It’s Gabriel!

Jerry Andrews: He fought in a brutal match earlier tonight. You have to wonder how much he has left in him.

Ace Anderson: Remember, though, that he was the runner up in this match last year and could likely have taken it all if it wasn’t for his relationship with Seromine.

Jerry Andrews: Not to mention the fact that his former identity Rick Majors won this Deadly Rumble in 2016.

Ace Anderson: Who?

Gabriel enters the ring, but he’s not greeted very warmly as Dominator clotheslines him down to the mat. Dominator then begins to stomp away on Gabriel while Sicko and Hunter get back to their feet and resume their battle.

Jerry Andrews: Remember, there is some history between Dominator and Gabriel surrounding the Underground Title…

Ace Anderson: I don’t care about that right now, I’m just happy Sicko and Hunter are beating the hell out of one another again!

Sicko throws Hunter into the corner, but Hunter comes bounding out with a clothesline that rocks Sicko. He leaps up and hits a drop kick, sending him staggering to the ropes. Sensing a possible eliminator, David Hunter charges at Sicko, but Sicko runs right at him, taking him down with a clothesline of his own.

Meanwhile, Gabriel rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring, avoiding Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator’s chased Gabriel from the ring!

Ace Anderson: But he went under the bottom rope, so he’s still in this thing!

Dominator turns around, and now Sicko slugs him with a big right hand. The two massive men begin trading blows as the crowd rises to their feet. Suddenly, David Hunter comes flying off the top rope, hitting both men with a missile dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

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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.

He's immediately attacked by David Hunter. Hunter hits him with a forearm to the back of the head and then throws him into the corner. Hunter follows him in, but Angelo kicks him right in the face. Angelo then scoops him up and hits him with a slam. He pulls him up again, and drops him with a suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo in this match right away, thanks to David Hunter.

Ace Anderson: Like I said, it’s a good strategy to go after the fresher competitors right away, but the downside to that strategy is the fresher guys are exactly that: Fresher. David Hunter’s been through some brutal stuff here tonight and Angelo is as fresh as a daisy.

Jerry Andrews: You just said “fresh” so much that Subway is going to sue you.

Ace Anderson: Oh, I meant to tell you, yesterday, I whistled for a cab and, when it came near, the license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror.

Jerry Andrews: … maybe we should just call the match.

Angelo tries to get Hunter over the ropes, but Hunter kicks him and shoves him away. Hunter connects with a big right hand. Angelo fires back. On the other side of the ring, Sicko and Dominator are locked in their own slug fest. On the outside, Gabriel is just watching.

Jerry Andrews: Gabriel isn’t even trying to get back in the ring, is he?

Ace Anderson: Who? Sorry… I’m watching the people who are actually fighting.

Angelo knees Hunter in the stomach, and he hits him with a DDT. Meanwhile, Dominator manages to get several shots in a row in on Sicko, sending him staggering. Dominator runs at him with a clothesline, but Sicko sidesteps it and he knees Dominator in the stomach. He grabs him around the head, but Dominator breaks free and shoves Sicko away.

Angelo pulls Hunter up, but Hunter slugs him in the stomach. He then hits Angelo with a chinbreaker, staggering him. Hunter gets to his feet and he runs at Angelo, hitting him with a knee to the head that sends Angelo down to the mat.

Sicko charges at Dominator, but Dominator takes him down with a big boot.

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"Rumble" by Link Wray & His Ray Men begins to play and a man walks out wearing black karate pants and a headband.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: IT’S…. IT’S…. IT’S LEE RUMBLES!!!

Jerry Andrews: I thought he was DEAD!

Lee Rumbles runs down to the ring and enters the match. Dominator is on him immediately, slugging away with a series of forearms to the back. Meanwhile, David Hunter pulls Gerard Angelo up, but he’s suddenly hit with a stunner!

Ace Anderson: Hollywood Stunner!!

Angelo looks down at Hunter, and he’s about to pull him up to his feet, when he looks out of the ring and see Gabriel down on the floor. Angelo immediately slides under the bottom ropes as the crowd cheers. Gabriel tries to run, but Angelo catches up to him and he throws under the ropes and back into the match.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo certainly has a history with Gabriel.

Ace Anderson: Who doesn’t have a history with Gabriel at this point? The guy is as old as time itself.

Angelo follows Gabriel in. Gabriel tries to get a jump on him, but Angelo blocks his punch. He then kicks him in the stomach and follows it up with a Hollywood Stunner! Angelo then pulls Gabriel up and throws him over the top rope. He lands on the floor with a thud.

“GABRIEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!”

That work taken care of, Angelo turns his attention back to David Hunter. Hunter has had time to recover though, and he tackles Angelo down to the mat. He starts to unload on him with a series of right and left hands.

Meanwhile, Dominator sets Lee Rumbles up and he drops him with an Anachronism!!! Dominator now pulls him up and throws him over the ropes to the outside.

“LEE RUMBLES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Okay, NOW he’s dead!

Dominator turns around and he’s face-to-face with Sicko once again.

Ace Anderson: Well folks, there’s no one left to enter. This is our final four!

Angelo now goes on the offensive, scoring with a double axe handle from the second rope, connecting right to Hunter's forehead. Angelo now throws Hunter into the ropes and looking for a back body drop.

Jerry Andrews: Telegraphed it!

Ace Anderson: Yes he did.

Jerry Andrews: And a hard kick there by Hunter. And now off the ropes again, winding up that right leg....

Ace Anderson: WHOA!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo caught it! Stepped aside and caught that leg as it was coming in for a roundhouse kick. And a dragonscrew takedown. Angelo goes right back to work on Hunter, jamming him with hard shots to the lower back. He tries for a German suplex, but David Hunter grabs the top rope. Angelo loses his grip and falls backwards. Hunter spins and takes advantage, scoring with rights and lefts to Gerard Angelo's chest and face. He winds up for one more big shot, but Angelo finally ducks it and he drops Hunter with a clothesline.

Meanwhile, Sicko hits Dominator with a swift kick to the ribs. He then drops an elbow. From there Sicko pulls Dominator to his feet and hits him with a right hand to the face! Sicko now hits a forearm shot to the throat! Sicko now clotheslines him down to the mat. Sicko pulls Dominator up and he slams him head first into the turnbuckle. Sicko pulls him out of the corner, but suddenly Dominator grabs him around the throat and he sends him down to the mat with a chokeslam!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator with a chokeslam!

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Dominator stands up and he grabs Sicko. He sends him down to the mat with a slam and follows it up with a leg drop. Dominator now pulls Sicko to his feet. He lifts him up and hits him with a running powerslam! Dominator stands up and drops an elbow onto Sicko. Dominator now pulls Sicko up and he Irish whips him across the ring, into the corner. Dominator now runs at him and he hits him with a clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Vicious clothesline by Dominator!

Ace Anderson: These two freight trains are destroying each other here tonight.

Sicko stumbles out of the corner and Dominator hits him with a clothesline to the back of the head, sending him crashing into the mat! Meanwhile, Angelo pulls David Hunter up and he hits a Center of Attention. Dominator pulls Sicko up, but Sicko kicks him right in the jaw!

Jerry Andrews: What a shot there by Sicko!

Suddenly, Gerard Angelo then turns around and charges at Sicko, dropping him with a roaring elbow out of nowhere!

Ace Anderson: Golden Statement!

Angelo now pulls Sicko up and he tosses him over the ropes!

"SICKO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!" 

Jerry Andrews: Wow! Sicko had been in this match since the number one slot, but now he's out!

David Hunter immediately attacks Angelo from behind, hitting him with a double knee strike to the spine. He stands up and turns around, but Dominator is on him immediately. Dominator and Hunter lock up and Dominator pushes him into the ropes quickly. Dominator nails a forearm shot and then whips him across the ring and then delivers big boot to Hunter. Hunter gets dropped, hitting the mat.

Ace Anderson: No one is going to give anyone any sort of breathing room now, if they can help it.

Dominator reaches down to pull Hunter up, but he starts to punch Dominator in the mid section. Dominator grabs onto Hunter, trying to set him up for another move. Hunter manages to gets into position and he pulls Dominator up, dropping him with a suplex!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! What power!

Ace Anderson: I'm shocked that David Hunter was able to get Dominator up like that!

David Hunter gets to his feet, but Gerard Angelo tackles him down to the mat. Angelo pulls him up, but he’s suddenly hit by a leaping single arm stunner!

Jerry Andrews: Thrill of the Hunt!!!

David Hunter can’t capitalize, however, as Dominator hits him with an absolutely vicious gore as soon as Hunter gets to his feet.

Ace Anderson: Force Of Time!!!!

Dominator now pulls David Hunter up, and he tosses him over the ropes! Hunter tries to grab the top rope as he goes over, and he manages to do it for a second, but then he falls to the floor.

“DAVID HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!”

Ace Anderson: And then there were two!

Jerry Andrews: One of these two men will earn a shot at the biggest prize in our business, the PCW World Championship!

Gerard Angelo and Dominator circle one another for a moment. The crowd is on their feet. The two men lock up. After some jostling, Dominator overpowers Angelo and he shoves him to the mat.

Ace Anderson: Dominator with a huge size and power advantage here!

Angelo now stands up. He grabs Dominator again. The two jockey for position, but Angelo gets the upper hand and he hits a brainbuster! Angelo now mounts Dominator and he starts to unload on him with punches.

Jerry Andrews: Look at the power and aggressiveness here from Angelo.

Ace Anderson: I'm a little surprised by it, but he also doesn't have any choice if he wants to win this match. He's got to take to Dominator head-on.

Angelo pulls Dominator to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex. Dominator blocks it and he hits Angelo with a suplex of his own! Dominator now stomps on Angelo. He now sets him up for a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it right here!

Dominator sets Angelo up and he lifts him over his head! Angelo reverses the move and he hits him with a hurricanrana! Both men are up now. They run at each other, each attempting a clothesline! They knock each other down!

Ace Anderson: Both men thinking the same thing there!

Jerry Andrews: You have to assume they're both exhausted at this point.

Ace Anderson: Of course, by this point in the Rumble they can almost taste victory, but they're also so worn down from the grueling match that every little thing takes so much energy to do.

Dominator gets up to his feet first. He stomps on Angelo. He now pulls him to his feet. Dominator now hits Angelo with a piledriver. Dominator delivers a legdrop to Angelo' chest.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator now getting in control.

Ace Anderson: He's just wearing Angelo down here!

Dominator pulls Angelo to his feet. Dominator now sets Angelo up for another powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: This time he hits it!

Ace Anderson: But he's not done yet!

Dominator holds on and he hits Angelo with a second powerbomb! He then lifts him up and delivers a third!

Ace Anderson: WOW!

Jerry Andrews: What power! But you have to think, he could have possibily eliminated him there instead of causing more damage.

Ace Anderson: I think Angelo reversing the powerbomb earlier with a hurricanrana was in the back of Dominator's mind. If he had gone closer to the ropes to powerbomb Angelo out of the ring, Angelo could have reversed the move again and won this match!

Dominator drags Angelo to his feet. Angelo pushes Dominator away Dominator pulls him up again and he locks Angelo in a headlock! Angelo fights out. He runs off the ropes and leaps at Dominator with a flying crossbody! Dominator grabs him in mid-air and he slams him down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: BOOM!

Ace Anderson: Dominator really punishing Angelo here!

Dominator now pulls Angelo to his feet. He grabs him in a chokehold and holds him in the air. Angelo kicks him in the stomach, breaking the hold before Dominator can get close to the ropes and attempt an elimination. Dominator drops Angelo to the mat. He now sets him up for a piledriver! Angelo blocks the move and he hits Dominator with a back bodydrop!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo may still be in this!

Both men are back to their feet now. Angelo leaps up and he hits Dominator with a drop kick! Angelo runs off of the ropes and he hits Dominator with a running leg drop! Gerard Angelo pulls Dominator up and he hits him with a European uppercut. Dominator goes back down to one knee. Angelo grabs him by the head and hits him with a clothesline.

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is more than still in this! He's in control now!

Angelo pulls Dominator up, but Angelo shoves him backwards HARD. Angelo is staggered and he leans against he ropes. Dominator rushes at him with a clothesline! Angelo ducks it. He hits Dominator with a drop kick that staggers him. Angelo goes for a clothesline now. It connects, but force of the move sends Gerard Angelo over the ropes along with Dominator! Both men fall off the apron....

Jerry Andrews: Oh no!

Dominator falls down to the floor! Angelo falls as well.....

Ace Anderson: Wait... only one of Angelo's feet is on the floor! He's still holding the ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo wins this match!

"DOMINATOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!"

With the announcement official, Gerard Angelo lets go of the ropes and he falls to the floor.

"THE WINNER OF THE 2018 DEADLY RUMBLE: GERARD ANGELO!!!!"

The crowd is on their feet, applauding the efforts of both of these men. Angelo slowly rolls back into the ring and the referee raises his arm in victory!

Jerry Andrews: What a Deadly Rumble, and what a victory for Gerard Angelo!

Ace Anderson: He's earned his shot at the big prize! Congratulations!

Jerry Andrews: What an evening! Good night everyone!

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