Collision Course 7 Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents:
Collision Course 7
Sunday December 9th, 2018

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Pure Class Wrestling's final pay-per-view broadcast of 2018! Welcome to Collision Course! I am Jerry Andrews and, with me as always....

Ace Anderson: Is me! Ace Anderson! Wooooo! What a show we have tonight!

Suddenly, the camera pans in on the office door of the PCW President, Loki, as a hand reaches out to rap on the wood. Pulling back, Joey "The Handyman" Handy comes into full view in his wresting gear. A voice answers from the other side of the portal.

Loki: Come in.

Handy pops his head through sheepishly.

Joey: You wanted to see me?

Loki nods and motions for him to come in.

Loki: I did. Look, last chance to back out of this thing. I'd really hate to see you get hurt. We can work around it if you decide to back out.

Joey contemplates this for a few seconds, but then shakes his head no.

Joey: No. I may be many things, but a coward isn't one of them. Besides, my word is everything to me. I want to teach my kids that, and that they shouldn't back down from bullies...

Loki: ...Even if it means you're going to get slaughtered?

Joey: Yep.

Loki: Speaking of your kids...

Joey: Oh yeah! Thank you for the ringside seats! They were thrilled, especially my son, Nicholas.

Loki: Are you sure it's a good idea to have them that close to the action. If you get hurt in front of them, it could traumatize them.

Joey scoffs at the concept, dismissing it, but deep in his eyes, the concern is there.

Joey: They'll be fine. I already have a plan to deal with that if it happens.

Loki: Therapy can be expensive. Just saying.

There is a long, awkward silence, broken by Joey clapping his hands together once.

Joey: Welp... If that's all, I have a match to get to.

A sudden look of realization overcomes the President as Joey starts to turn to leave.

Loki: Crap! I almost forgot!

Handy spins back around, a curious look on his face.

Loki: Entrance music! Have you given any thought to what you want to come to the ring to?

Joey puzzles over this for a few seconds.

Joey: Not really, no.

Handyman and Loki both spin their wheels in thought. Finally, they both start to speak at the same time. However, Loki decides to yield to Handy first.

Joey: What about Joe Walsh's, "Ordinary Average Guy?" The lyrics fit.

Loki gives it some thought, but can't picture it. He types something on his computer, calling the song up on YouTube. He plays the song, listening with his eyes closed, but he begins shaking his head.

Loki: No. It's too timid. You're right. The lyrics work, but there's no energy in the song. Not only is this your first match...

Joey: ...ONLY match.

Loki looks at Joey as if he knows a secret, one about the business that the man across from him is about to enter.

Loki: Right. Only match. I meant that this is the first match of the night, so we need to get the energy level of the crowd WAY up.

Loki types a bit more into the search bar of the website. After hitting the "enter" button, a smile stretches across his face. Joey, seeing the gleam in his boss' eyes, becomes intrigued. He starts to lean in to see what the excitement is about, but Loki closes the window.

Loki: Do you trust me?

Joey: Of course.

Loki: And you have a good sense of humor?

Joey now looks concerned, an eyebrow raised.

Joey: Yeeeeeeeesssss?

Loki: I think I have a good one for you then. Go take your place. The show's about to start and I have to rush this idea to the techs, otherwise, we'll miss the window. Now get out there and give the fans a good show!

Joey starts to exit once again, but Loki comes around the desk and places a hand on his shoulder.

Loki: Handyman... Be careful out there. Alexa is dangerous, even at her best behavior.

Joey turns his head, an appreciative look in his eyes, and nods silently as he leaves for his first, and only, match.

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

"Handy" by "Weird Al" Yankovic blasts over the speakers. Lights flash around the arena in various colors to the thrum of the music. The fans take interest during the opening strains at the curtain as Joey "The Handyman" Handy pops through. He listens to the music, realizing that it is "Weird Al" Yankovic, shakes his head, laughs, and throws up a thumbs up of approval to the technicians in the back as if he's hearing it for the first time. The crowd pops respectably at the relative newcomer.

Sasha Greene: From Kansas City, Missouri. Weighing in at 195 lbs...JOEY "THE HANDYMAN" HANDY!

He sees the crowd's reaction and humbly waves at them as he makes his way down to the ring, unsure how to truly act. He slaps a few hands en route to the ring, stopping at his wife and kids, seated in the front row. Nadine shows little to no interest, but the kids seem supportive. He gives them a hug, and makes a failed attempt at a "good luck" kiss to his wife, but she shies away. Once inside the ring, he stretches and pumps himself up nervously awaiting his opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Joey is making his debut tonight and---

Ace Anderson (cutting him off): I'm surprised that he even knew how to step through the ropes. Clearly his wife is as well.

Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!

Ace Anderson: The question you should be asking is will Alexa??

Sasha Greene: And his opponent...

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Blood On My Hands by The Used roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face covered by a black mask with two Japanese Kanji in white. Death on the left and Pain on the right.

Sasha Greene: From Los Angeles, California. Weighing 200 lbs, ALEXA BLACK!

Her head is covered by a hooded zip up jacket over a plain black t shirt and black tights with black wrestling boots with a red spider on the side of each boot. Her hands are covered by black gloves and around her neck a red back spider pendant.

She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman

Alexa looks around at the PCW faithful who pack the stands and simply glares malevolently back at them as they jeer and boo.

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

Alexa reaches the ring, climbs up on the ring apron and enters the ring.

The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring and removes her mask, her cold eyes silently staring at Joey unflinchingly waiting for the bell to be rung so her carnage can begin.

Singles Match
Alexa Black vs Joey "The Handyman" Handy
Referee: Manny Cruz

DING!
DING!
DING!

Joey looks as if he just heard ten of those. The moment has arrived. Ready or not, here she comes! Alexa's charge hits an invisible man as Joey's fight or flight kicks in. Alexa finds minor irritation in a quick succession of kicks touching her legs. Joey crouches to dodge a swinging back hand, managing to slip behind Alexa as she lunges to grab him. Joey's two left feet trip him up on a middle rope climb, but he shocks everyone by lambasting Alexa in the face with a forearm. She laughs as if to say "that's the hardest you can hit?!" Joey slips (literally) out of the corner like a man who's wearing roller skates to go over a banana peel. The camera angle shows his own family is laughing about the future Youtube content.

Alexa this time grabs him by the throat, lifting him well off his feet as he swings from the human gallows. She walks around the entire length of the ring, breaking only long enough for minimal following of the referee's instruction. It's on the last that Joey gets, erm, handy, in that he stomps on her feet. That causes a moment of reflection. Joey promptly has his head taken off with a nasty clothesline during his intake of oxygen. It's loud, brutal and cringe worthy.

Alexa "helps" him get back up, only to throw him into the corner. She comes charging in and hits buckles for her effort. Joey (whether or not on instinct or his body saying fuck this) has slumped down to avoid impact. In the process, Alexa trips right over him and before she knows it, is down! Joey checks to make sure his neck is still attached. He sees that Miss Mental Institution isn't konging her way after him. Unsure as to how, but thankful for the moment, Joey steadies his nerves to try the ropes again.

This time he gets an elbow drop into her black heart!

Jerry Andrews: He needs a wooden stake if going there!

Ace Anderson: That's a horrible assumption. Alexa has no heart.

Joey grins like he were in a class photo as he gives a thumbs up to his family as if to say he's ok. His wife, Nadine, rolls her eyes, Anna seems relieved and Nicholas, the only pro-Alexa Black fan in existence, is more concerned about the sociopath. Joey is visibly upset, but has to hide it. Alexa starts to sit up like Frankenstein's monster, only to eat a clumsy dropkick that hits her in the chest instead of the face. Fans start to rally behind the blue collar rookie, little by little. But then again, they'll rally behind anyone (well...maybe not ANYONE) against Alexa. Joey attempts to correct himself, this time hitting his spot in the right spot, and with enough behind it that Alexa has to hold her face.

Joey tries to bring up an unwilling monster. When she doesn't go, his nerves start turning to determination. Sticking out like a sore thumb because Halloween is almost two holidays ago, is a man in the crowd dressed like Papa Shango. You can imagine someone telling him he's a long way from New Orleans or even Haiti. Maybe he has something to do with Joey pulling Alexa up and putting her face into the turnbuckle. He almost looks lost as Alexa is stood up in the corner. Joey looks towards his son for what to do and pays by being picked up and ran into the far corner with back breaking authority.

Joey is blasted with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Alexa mounts and begins to viciously throw hands into his head. He covers up to protect against the trauma, but shock absorbency will only go so far. Alexa pries those hands away in order to give him a massive headbutt to stop the struggling. Joey is thrown into the ropes, of which his run is VERY awkward, where he then takes a running super kick. Alexa puts ONE finger on him and demands it be counted. She bullies the referee into doing it.

1.

She lifts Joey up and laughs. It draws a rounding chorus of boos, but par for the course. She begins to hyperextend Joey's neck, but he frantically kicks her knees. The process actually grants her a splash onto his torso. Cameras show Nadine wiping tears from her eyes as she can't believe what she just saw. That's from laughter, not concern. Alexa gator rolls Joey and then deadlifts him into a crushing jackhammer. No pun intended. Alexa military presses him as high as her arms will extend, teasing the crowd like Joey is going to be flung into their section.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa could end this anytime she wants! Joey didn't ask for this. He was bullied into it.

Ace Anderson: Loki gave him the chance to back out. But he wanted to teach his kids a lesson. That lesson is how to get yourself sent to the hospital.

Handy slips behind Alexa after enough squirming. He lands a falling neckbreaker in the process! Fans come to his rescue chanting JOEY! JOEY! JOEY! Anna and Nicholas are part of that and Nadine...Joey staggers to his feet. Alexa has rolled herself up to her knees. Handy turns and lights her body up with a display of kickboxing. Alexa is met with a European uppercut, dropping her into a prone position. Before he can string together a semblance of offense, Joey screams and backs away, shaking his head like he's seeing things. Alexa promptly spears--no she doesn't! Handy sneaks a knee lift in and scores a swinging neckbreaker (eat your heart out, Honky Tonk Man).

Alexa is sent to the ropes. Joey has a hint of indecision, cobbling together...something akin to a clothesline. It hits, but isn't all that effective. His second try is on the money. Alexa stands her ground and shows him how one is properly done. She hits B.F.T. with impact as Joey's face gets intimate with the canvas. Her temper begins to show now, flustered by this human cockroach. Joey finds himself pulled into a pop up samoan drop! Alexa isn't satisfied. HEART OF DARKNESS drives Joey's spine into the ground and this time, Alexa gives a full pin.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Alexa looks stunned. She's not alone in reacting that way. A groundswell of support hits for Joey as he starts gaining fans on the spot. Handy is peeled off the mat. Alexa takes the time to recite his obituary to his face and that's when she's hit with a surprise German suplex! Joey takes the ropes one by one, hand over hand, as he digs deep for motivation against the psychotic bully. A series of stiff shots hit her midsection. Ones that could get him hurt if he doesn't properly deliver them. Crude, but effective. Alexa ends up grabbing his fists. Joey's own anger breaks that grasp and in going behind, he hits a release German!

Joey plays up to the crowd and even finds time to ask his son who his REAL hero is with the panache of a proud father. Joey's demeanor changes as he locks eyes with Nadine. He looks at Alexa and you can imagine what's going through his head and who he's imagining. Joey wastes no time. He sets Alexa up for the VOLT METER. The referee calls for the disqualification as Joey is dropped like a sack of potatoes thanks to a powerful brass knuckle assisted punch.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner by disqualification, Joey Handy!

Jerry Andrews: She's a disgrace! Whatever doctor let her out should have their license revoked!

Ace Anderson: Alexa wanted to welcome him to PCW and she did so by spilling his blood.

Sure enough, Joey has been busted open. PSYCHO DRIVER is delivered for a further exclamation. But that's not enough for her. Alexa beats him pillar to post, scaring off any official who dares try to save the day. The crowd had been reacting favorably towards the newcomer, ready to punch their ticket to his fan club. But Alexa Black has popped their balloons. A beaten Joey Handy finds himself being carried over to where his family is seated. Nadine has almost a sadistic smile. Nicholas actually works up enough of a fanboy moment to ask for an AUTOGRAPH!

Alexa doesn't sign those except for when they are in blood. Joey's bleeding, so his son is in luck! Handy is thrown aside as Alexa has grown bored of him. She instead acts if she's going to chase management for fun to see how fast they think they can get away from her. She walks to the back, laughing like any cold hearted bitch would, leaving officials to attend to Joey...who actually garners a positive reception despite his current plight.

We then head backstage to the halls of Pure Class Wrestling where we see David Hunter, stretching his limbs and getting ready. He's dressed in his wrestling attire--Hawaiian shirt included--with his King of the Underground Title resting around his waist.

The camera zooms out and we see Shane Lodge, standing tall, mic in hand.

Shane Lodge: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the King of the Underground, David Hunter.

The fans react modestly, giving off a mixed reaction. More cheers seem to be shining through, but the boos are still fairly prominent.

Shane Lodge: David, over the last month you've blasted to the top of the Underground Division. In doing so you've defeated Holden Ross, Muscles Malone, and many others. As a newer signee to this company, that is pretty damn impressive. Going into tonight's three-way match against Winston Wilson and Muscles Malone, will your relative--pardon the expression--rookie experience play a part tonight?

Shane points the mic towards David who starts to speak. A smirk appears on his face.

David Hunter: Shane, I've been through too damn much in the last few months, made too much of a name, and quite frankly, shaken too much of this company to consider my lack of experience so far a hindrance. In two short months I was in the final four of the Deadly Rumble. I've been in countless Underground Title matches, felt countless objects against my body, and bled countless amounts of blood, all in the name...of the King. I may not have been in this game as long as anybody else on this roster--hell, this is like my eighth month in this business--but I didn't get an offer from this company because I got nervous when the lights were on bright.

David shakes his head, the smile still on his face.

David Hunter: No, Shane, you see...tonight isn't just about Muscles Malone or Winston Wilson--who apparently got their names from Language Arts class with their amazing and annoying alliterative aliases. No tonight is about one thing and that is the crown resting around my waist. I wear it like a true champion because I am the once...and future...King. I am the guy who's going to go out there tonight and tear down Muscles' body until he looks so much like Quasimodo...that not even the ugliest girl in the world would to touch that mess.

David loses his smile.

David Hunter: I am the guy who's going to take that poor excuse for a Snorlax apart until you'll start thinking he's Jigglypuff...cause you mess with a balloon enough...it will pop...and all that's left is a poor shell of what he once was...who won't ever want to dance again.

Having said that line in a similar notion at the song it is associated with, that certainly hit a beat, and the crowd's negative reaction shows it.

David Hunter: Too soon? Probably. But you know what else is too soon? Me...losing my crown. And if you look at this sight--me...as the Underground Champion--and think that tonight--against Malone and Wilson--is going to be the night I lose my crown, than boy oh boy do I have some bad news for you, whoever you are, unnamed fool.

David pauses to allow his words to stick.

David Hunter: The King's rule is only a law under that of the golden one. "He who makes the gold makes the rule."

A wide, teeth revealing smile adorns his face in response.

David Hunter: I have the gold. My law is this: it will be a cold day in hell if I walk out, losing my crown in a revolution. It's starting to get a bit brisk in South Cackalackee...so you can bet your ass the King's got all hands on deck. But to answer your original question Shawn: no. I'm not worried about losing my title. History might not be kind to young Kings, but...I'm the kind of man who makes history. And quite frankly, I'm startin to love bein a champion. You know what they say, right Shawn?

David looks at Shane, who simply looks back at him, confused. David shakes his head in disappointment. He glances at the camera.

David Hunter: It's good to be the King.

David says this as he walks off shot. The scene then fades to the next segment.

We see Holden and Tessa standing in a different area backstage; Holden in his ring gear complete with mask while Tessa is clad in a pair of hip huggers and a black wife beater, cut-off to show her belly. As she addresses the camera, he paces behind her, his axe handle resting on his shoulders while his wrists are propped on each end, holding his arms up in an almost “Jesus Christ pose.”

Tessa: Tyler Scott, we are at the aptly named, Collision Course. Tonight, not too long from now, you and my little Monster, the Avatar of Wrath, will meet in that ring out there. And when all is said and done, the battle will be finished, but we all know the war will be far from over.

The two take their leave.

The thudding introduction of ‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of.... Holden Ross? A few moments pass as the tension and anticipation ripples in the crowd. After a momentary rustling of the curtain, Holden flings it to one side and strides out into a searching spotlight, a can of NOS Energy Drink in hand and clad in a ragged union Jack t-shirt. Ross stops, catching the spotlight operator off guard. He quickly adjusts and highlights Holden standing in the middle of the ramp, taking a gulp of energy drink and staring a hole into a over-animated fan who realizes he is on TV.

Lucinda Welch: Introducing first, from the S.L.O, he is the Bastard, Holden Ross!

He heads to the ring, taking on last mouthful of NOS before crushing the can and throwing into the crowd. He climbs the ring steps and stands still on the ring apron. He reaches up over his head and pulls off his branded T-shirt and drops it to the floor, ignoring the young kids in the front row holding out hopeful souvenir-hunting hands.

Holden enters the ring and begins to warm up, stretching his back and quads. As the theme music fades, Holden's eyes turn to the stage, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

Ace Anderson: Well then.... Holden copied Tyler's entrance, step-for-step, from nearly a decade ago! He even hired that Lucinda chick from N.L.C.W to announce him!

Jerry Andrews: Holden is trying to get into Tyler's head before the bell even rings tonight!

Sasha Greene then takes her rightful position in the ring.

Sasha Greene: and his opponent!

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

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

Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

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

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, weighing 225lbs, from London, England. Tyler Scott!!!

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

Singles Match
Holden Ross vs Tyler Scott
Referee: Nigel Gale

DING!
DING!
DING!

Ross rushes Scott the very second he hears the bell. The wide strike thrown by Tyler isn't able to stop Holden one iota. Holden pummels away with his large meat hooks, absorbing everything Tyler tosses at him. Holden scoops Tyler up and lifts him in the air, but Scott slips behind to pull Ross down with a backstabber. Scott mounts and swings with forearm smashes like an MMA fighter getting ready to be declared the winner. The Transgressor is bucked off and once up, is scooped and dropped with a spinebuster.

Tyler is swung into the corner with a raging bastard splashing into him. But Tyler surprises Holden by shooting out with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Holden is up quick only to be assaulted with rapid palm strikes until he's against the ropes. Tyler gives him a stiff European uppercut. That only enrages Ross. He turns Tyler around and goes full blitz with his fists and feet. Tyler, again, is just a step ahead, dumping Holden over the top. But Tyler is pulled through the ropes and bodyslammed off the apron.

Holden sits on the top rope and with a leap from the middle, drives an elbow into the torso of the nomad cyborg. Holden spots a sign telling him his breath smells like uncollected garbage. So the former Underground champ rips the sign in half and gives the fan a fast trip to the bathroom after breathing all over him. Tyler ends up tackling Holden into the crowd. They engage in a brawl from a downed position and once back up, tumble on the right side of things.

Jerry Andrews: Revenge vs Redemption is the theme here and it's all because of Seromine and his failed brainwashing.

Ace Anderson: I'm pretty sure it's because Tyler was jealous that Holden actually WON a title.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler main evented twice. Can Holden say he did that?

Holden takes a posting head first and is spun around. He rolls into what he thinks is safety, but Tyler hits a springboard dropkick! Holden rolls back out of the ring towards Tessa. Scott explodes with a torpedo of a suicide dive into both of them! Holden is rolled back into the ring. Tyler steps inside and is folded like an accordion following a massive clothesline. Ross shakes off his punishment the best he can as he collects Tyler for a buckle bomb.

Holden captures Tyler for a world's strongest slam ONTO the top turnbuckle! Ross keeps him pinned with his left hand and pummels him with the right. Now he climbs up and sends Tyler flying with a fallaway slam. Tyler goes rolling from the impact landing. Ross flexes his bulging muscles with a taunt behind them as soon as gets to his feet. As Holden takes him to a vertical base, Scott clocks him with a double strike to the jaw, rocking Holden's head back. Step up enziguri! Holden is on a knee. Tyler forces him to look up to see the headbutt that's coming.

Holden is now seated and holding his head following what sounded like two coconuts colliding. Scott boots him flat and connects with a double stomp! Holden yanks Tyler down like the end result of a sunset flip. The Transgressor rolls through, but misses a sliding lariat. Ross shows off some of his overwhelming power with a deadlift gutwrench suplex! Scott is ran back first into the corner. Holden spins him around to drive his massive shoulders into the lower spine. Tyler is slumped. He hits what looks to be a mule kick, but Holden spears Tyler in the back for retaliation. A bridging German suplex brings the match its first pin.

1!

Tyler gets his robotic shoulders to spin off the mat. Tessa complains about the referee taking his time, convinced that her man could've had this wrapped up for an early night. A point she has no problem telling anyone who'll listen. Ross rolls the hips and lifts Tyler for another bridging German.

1!

Again, Tyler is unwilling to allow the count to get any higher. Holden goes for one more. It's blocked. He goes for an Argentine backbreaker. Tyler elbows stiff shot after stiff shot to the side of the head. He actually has to bend his knees up to the opposite side to get free. Holden swings with a POWERFUL lariat, looking for the home run with such pitching force, but finds it getting caught and yanked into a single armbreaker. Ross quickly gets outside of the ring for a conference with Tessa.

Jerry Andrews: Holden doing the smart thing there and getting away from Tyler before further damage can be done.

Ace Anderson: We all can't be bionic and have the ability to repair our limbs on the spot.

Jerry Andrews: I was complimenting Holden. Next time I'll correct myself.

Tyler hits a flying clothesline OVER the top rope. It's quite the aerial and actually draws some applause for the hang time. Ross finds himself dumped into the front row from it. Tyler uses the rail as a makeshift top rope, hitting a missile dropkick as the fight rages on within the faithful. Holden blocks a bodyslam attempt. He jams his elbows into the shoulderblades, then pulls Tyler into a short-arm clothesline.

Multiple clotheslines are handed out like free samples at Costco. Holden is alerted to the officials count by Tessa. She takes it upon herself to jump onto the apron and grab the referee's attention. About this time, Tyler us hip tossed into rows of empty seats. While down, he throws one into Holden's face. It's caught. Tyler ends up roundhouse kicking it right back into his face, doubling Holden over after a release of the steel weapon. Scott keeps Holden bent with several lifting knee strikes. This is followed by a battering ram into the guardrail and a suplex OFF the rail itself!

Holden rolls over with a pained expression from the thud his body made. Tyler has the cold blooded look of an assassin as he dumps Ross back inside. Following a wheelbarrow facebuster, Tyler gets a pin.

1!

2!

Holden powers out of that. Tyler pulls him into the near corner for several shoulder strikes. The Bastard of SLO pushes Tyler head over heels following the last. Holden charges. Tyler leap frogs into being caught with a BRUTAL powerbomb that dumps him on the back of his head and neck. Holden slams his fists in the mat. Forearm shivers hit their mark. Tyler is picked off his feet by the throat and dumped face first. Holden throws him to the ropes, then goes the opposite way, STEAMROLLER!

Jerry Andrews: That may have knocked Tyler's programs offline.

Fans furiously boo as Holden hooks the legs for a pin.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Holden only grows angrier. Having been screwed over by Tyler Scott, mudhole stomping begins. It's nearly a five count before Holden stops himself. He looks at Tessa who tells him to do it again. So he does with the opposite foot! Tyler Scott is left beaten down as Holden decides to go pose following his dominance. Tyler is slingshotted over the top rope. This allows Holden to hit a rope assisted DDT, which impales the head of Tyler with a sickening crunch. The legs are hooked again for a pin.

1!

2!

Kickout!!

Holden looks towards Tessa with complaints of his own about the count speed. The referee is bullied into a corner where he catches it from the front and side. While this is happening, Tyler sits straight up and turns his laser stare in the direction of Holden Ross. It's almost like the Terminator is scanning him for weak points and damages. Satisfied by his findings, he lays back down like nothing ever happened.

Ross returns to the scene with no idea as to what the fans saw. Tyler is picked up onto his feet. An explosive headbutt is violently launched into Holden's chest, stunning him immediately. Snap suplex! German suplex! Dragon suplex! Holden is loopy as he retreats to a corner. Running hip attack!! A slingshot into said corner throws Holden around and into a STRAITJACKET DDT!! Tyler shoves Holden onto his back. He hooks the legs.

1!

2!

3---NO!---Holden PRESSES Tyler off of him somehow. Scott fires up all cylinders. Tessa hops onto the apron, frantically trying to grab the attention of The Transgressor, but only getting the referee! Tyler leads Holden onto his feet. An Irish whip is reversed into a bone rattling, Arn Anderson stamp of approval SPINEBUSTER! Holden remains collapsed over Tyler. Tessa gets down off the apron---SHE'S BEEN TOSSED from the match and THAT draws the first cheers of this hard hitting match!

Ace Anderson: This is a gross miscarriage of justice! She has a managerial license!

Jerry Andrews: It doesn't cover getting involved, Ace. In my humble opinion, it should've happened sooner!

The referee slides into position for the count.

1!

2!

3---KICKOUT!

Holden tries to find whatever reserve strength he may have left, but the toll has consumed his body. He's not getting up as fast and neither is Tyler. But they do get there and like any good knock down drag out, engage in a brawl! Tyler's striking ability counters the power advantage of Holden Ross. Tyler ducks a lariat, the momentum carrying Holden into the ropes. He charges off them and eats a SWITCHBLADE SUPERKICK!

HOLDEN STAYS STANDING! After he leans his head forward in the right direction, he pumps himself up and DRILLS Tyler with HENRY VIII!! Tyler is spun right into the referee, knocking him over...but HE remains standing!

...that is until second chance finishers hit at the SAME time! And just like that, TIIIMBER!! Tyler is down with an arm pinning Holden. Holden is down with an arm pinning Tyler. The referee is down and counting his paycheck in la la land. The fans are enjoying this slugfest and...

Jerry Andrews: Wait a second....

From the crowd, a man in a black hooded sweatshirt jumps into the ring, holding a baseball bat in his right hand.

Ace Anderson: Who the hell is....

The mystery man doesn't remain a mystery much longer as he pulls back his hood, revealing himself as Rick Majors. Tyler Scott and Holden Ross are both slowly getting to their feet. The referee is not. Majors stands between Holden and Tyler. He looks at one and then the other. Majors puts the baseball bat down in the ring and motions with his hands to both men, giving them a "calm down" motion.

Jerry Andrews: Is Majors trying to play peacemaker here?

Both Scott and Ross stop and look at Majors... but then suddenly Majors kicks Holden Ross in the stomach and he follows the kick with a Major Impact!

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors just laid out Holden Ross!

Majors stands up. He looks down at the bat and then at Tyler Scott. The referee is slowly getting to his feet as Majors nods at Scott and then leaves the ring - and the bat - behind. Tyler Scott sees that the referee is back on his feet and he quickly takes advantage, covering Holden Ross.

1....
2....
3!!!

Scott rises to his feet and lifts his arm in the air in victory.

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match by pinfall: TYLER SCOTT!!

And then there is Justin “Stormm” Michaels, waiting backstage for his moment in the spotlight. He stands there all black and gray, all orange and white, with those striking hazel eyes of his closed as he mentally reviews strategies and contingency plans. Visualizing the many possibilities that could come at him in the form of the Hangtown Horror. Stormm knows them as well as anyone, and he has no intention of ending the year with a loss, let alone one that would see him drop a title he’s held for a very long time. Thus the preparation.

But Grimm also has no intention of ending 2018 on a sour note. And he steps around a corner, well-worn, well-loved shovel in hand. He stands behind the Force of Nature and cocks his head. Watching. Pondering, perhaps. Slow breaths. And then he acts.

Now, were the impending event eventually slowed down and dissected by pundits in the know, they would all have to agree: this was an approach straight out of Ted Williams’ classic “The Science of Hitting.” It was textbook. Lead with the hips. Don’t break the wrists. Whip through with a slight uppercut in the swing’s trajectory. And if it was possible, the Splendid Splinter’s severed frozen head might have shed a tear at the beauty of the whole thing.

As it is, the shovel makes solid contact. Stormm stumbles a few steps before dropping to his knees. A handful of PCW staff who have been milling about rush to the scene, some attending to Justin Michaels, who is already pushing himself back to his feet, some surrounding and ushering away the Lord of Misrule. One speaks up in exasperation.

“Geez, Grimm, you get your shot at the guy any minute now. What was that for?”

Grimm doesn’t turn to look back, but shrugs. “Because he was there.”

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God....

Ace Anderson: Grimm certainly gave himself an advantage in his match tonight....

The scene quickly switches once more, and we see Rick Majors walking through the backstage area. Shane Dodge is running behind him, desperately trying to catch up.

Shane Dodge: Rick... Rick....

Majors keeps walking, heading out to the building's parking area.

Shane Dodge: ... a quick moment, please! Rick! What was with your actions out there tonight? Are you allied with Tyler Scott?

Majors doesn't turn. He approaches a vehicle, unlocks the door, and opens it.

Shane Dodge: Rick... Rick... wait.... what was with the baseball bat?

Majors gets into the car, slams the door, and drives away, leaving Shane Dodge without the interview he wanted.

Back at ringside.

Sasha Greene: The following contest is an elimination match and it is for the Underground Title! 

Jerry Andrews: Things are about to get hardcore up in here...(he sings) up in here!

Ace Anderson: Never do that again.

We see a video of an oily-skinned muscular man flexing and gyrating his hips in a suggestive manner, flexing and posing along to the smooth saxophone of The Midnight's "Vampires." On the entrance ramp, this same chiseled individual is cavorting along the entrance ramp, eying up virtually every single female of legal age in the front few rows, showing off his physique as if hoping for one sex-crazed fan might succumb to testosterone and endorphins and leap over the barricade to jump all over him. It doesn’t happen. The fans seem a little uncertain of this seemingly random performer’s behavior.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome; from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 269 lbs… MUSCLES MALONE! 

Muscles eyes the ring in which Sasha is stood. He runs by shuffling his feet up the steel ring steps before hopping over the top rope to show off his agility. He flexes his biceps to the fans one more time, who do not provide much in terms of admiration. He looks across to Sasha Greene and puffs out his shoulders, strutting like a cockerel with full plumage on display. He motions with his tongue. As usual, Sasha recoils.

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Up In Here by DMX roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start cheering loudly almost drowning out the music.

Winston steps through the curtain his face lit up with an smile

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

Sasha Greene: And his opponent from Harlem, New York standing 6”4 and weighing in at 465 lbs, he is “The Chocolate Colossus" and Your mom's favourite wrestler! WINSTON WILSON.

He waves to the crowd and high fives them as he goes dancing down the ramp as he makes his way to the ring making them go off even more. Winston walks down sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and takes a selfie.

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

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring

The music fades out as Winston stays in the ring waiting for the defending champion.

"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.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent. From Tampa, Florida. Weighing 247 lbs, he is the Underground Champion, DAVID HUNTER!

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.

As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and something akin to a smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He takes off the Hawaiian shirt, tossing it towards the nearest body. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.

PCW Underground Championship
Underground Elimination Match
David Hunter (PCW Underground 👑) vs Winston Wilson vs Muscles Malone
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Ace Anderson: I hope Winston knows that bell is for the match to start and not breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner and a midnight snack before midnight is even near. Or as he would call it, the first plate.

Jerry Andrews: Sounds like someone is mad that Winston is his mom's favorite wrestler!

Malone struts towards the man who took his title and nearly gets popped for it. He backs with his hands extended, showing that the champ has it all wrong. Malone pleads his case that they should work together and take out the 'Chocolate Colossus' first for obvious reasons. Malone seems amiable to it. That is until he boots Malone as hard as he can in the midsection. With him doubled, Muscles is thrown to Winston who responds with an elevated Samoan drop. Hunter leaps into the fray seconds after impact, as he hits a running knee to the head of Winston. A senton splash sandwiches poor Muscles Malone under Winston.

Speaking of Winston, Hunter hits him with a leg drop across the back of his neck. He rolls himself towards the ropes, leaving Hunter to work Muscles Malone over. Taking him by the hair, Hunter runs him to a corner. Malone sticks his boot in the way, jabs Hunter, and introduces him to said boot. Hunter spins Malone in the corner and alternates chops to the oily pectorals. Winston comes crashing in from behind with an avalanche! Hunter falls onto his back and Malone crashes face first into his knees.

Winston powers Muscles up into a bodyslam over the top rope! He turns his attention to David Hunter now. Just as he pulls him up, Winston is blasted with a harsh forearm. Now staggered against the ropes, Hunter moves in to bury knee lifts into the ribs. But this allows Winston to throw him out onto the apron. Before he can continue, Muscles yanks Hunter's feet out, dropping him face first into the apron. David is whipped backwards against the rail.

Muscles flexes his 'bod' at some curvaceous front row foxes before he goes to challenge Wilson. The second he gets into the ring, he's clotheslined right back out. Undeterred by that, he climbs up and is promptly speared through the ropes and into David Hunter out onto the floor! The fans love that spot as the agile big man shows he can fly.

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

Winston is the first to introduce a weapon in the form of displaced ring steps. David gets out of the way, allowing Winston to smash them unimpeded into Muscles Malone. But that gives David the chance to push Winston against the ring. The steps bounce against the ropes and ricochet in the face of Wilson. Hunter further adds to it by drop kicking them. Muscles is in a good spot to push Winston and those ring steps right into David Hunter. The champ is mowed down and Wilson clangs into the ring post before those steps are dropped, while he falls against the rail.

Muscles tries to impress the ladies again by doing a series of one handed pushups. Leaving himself wide open for attack, he takes a big boot mid workout from David Hunter to the chest. This allows David to hit a DDT onto the protective mat for good measure. His next spot is picked carefully as it targets Winston Wilson. Hunter procures a box of lightbulbs from underneath the ring. He sets them on the apron, but tears the cardboard lid off. Winston has his guts kicked out with each shot making audible noise.

Hunter moves him over to the spot wherein he then slams him face first into the bulbs. They crack and break on the impact, leaving Winston to protect his face as he falls to his knees. Hunter dumps the contents over his head and turns around to be waffled with his own Underground title! Hunter is hit with an electric chair drop onto the faceplate of said title! Winston finds himself being powered up sideways, then over the shoulders and finally, all 454 lbs of him, military pressed in the air!! And Muscles drops all of that right on top of a face down David Hunter.

Jerry Andrews: What a show of strength by the former Underground champion!

Ace Anderson: I still can't believe he once held a title that wasn't porno related.

Malone flaunts and kisses his biceps. If there was a tattoo of a woman there, he may have even made out with it. But the faithful can be glad no such thing will be happening. Malone collects Hunter in order to dump him back into the ring. He slides in after him with a lead pipe in his dominant hand. It gets put to use in the midsection! Then a clothesline and a bodyslam onto it with the pipe laid horizontal. David spasms with his back arched up after the landing.

He picks his signature weapon up. He raises it in the air like a scepter, yelling HE is the true Underground King. The fans beg to differ. Winston Wilson gives them something to cheer about, however, returning to prevent Malone from doing any further damage. Muscles finds out where the resistance is coming from the hard way as the pipe is forced to hit him in the groin. Fully overselling for effect (or so you think), Malone's eyes are as wide as his mouth. He drops to his knocked knees in obvious pain.

Winston rolls Hunter right over. "The Party Starter" exposes the top turnbuckle pad prior to throwing the champ into it, crushing a splash and giving him a pop up buckle bomb! Hunter rolls himself out of the ring gingerly. Winston plays up to the crowd as he takes the pipe that Muscles had introduced. Malone starts getting tenderized with it until he too is forced to escape out of the ring. Winston smiles wide after discarding the object. He steps out and sets a table up! Something the faithful clearly love. Malone is heaved over it. Winston climbs onto the apron.

Jerry Andrews: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Ace Anderson: CALL 911! CALL 911!

Malone is left in a heap against the broken remnants. Loud chants of HOLY SHIT break out as it isn't every day a 454 lb man hits a move typically seen with cruiserweights. Winston slaps every single outstretched hand on his way to David Hunter. HUNTER SUITE! The defending champion nails one of his signature moves from out of nowhere. He gathers himself at ringside, but makes sure to stomp the big man while he does this.

Hunter, favoring his back from the buckle bomb, moves around the ring to give Muscles Malone ODE TO FRANK. Muscles is spun around from a kneeling position as he falls halfway on his face. Hunter gains control of his title belt. He puts it near the face of Malone and tells him it's the closest he'll ever come to seeing it again. Oddly, he chooses not to use it. Malone is met with an inverted atomic drop. A second. A third. A fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh. Satisfied by the damage, he gives Muscles an old fashioned eye poke and then a samoan drop on the title belt.

Not forgetting about the other challenger in the match, Winston Wilson takes a missile headbutt for his troubles, pushing him against the ring post. Some will claim the ring shifted after. Hunter reaches under the ring to bring out a nod to his past...

Jerry Andrews: That is going to be some serious damage if he connects with it.

There's a buzz in the arena. The fans of this sort of match will think it an early Christmas gift. A BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT. Hunter looks at it like it were a trophy. He reaches back and swings. Winston ducks and redirects the item into the ropes, sticking it in place! Hunter at first tries to pry it loose, but then has to fight against his own face being pushed into it. Muscles Malone slams a sheet of glass right into them from out of nowhere. Shards and fragments scatter. Cuts begin to open so blood has an escape.

Malone takes Winston down with a swinging neckbreaker. Hunter is whipped into his barb wire bat, but it falls before any real damage can be inflicted onto his back. Malone rolls him into the ring. Malone charges in and eats a clothesline from Hunter that sends him down to the mat hard.

He quickly follows up with a swinging neckbreaker that drops Hunter again. He points at the champ then taunts the crowd who boo loudly.

Ace Anderson: Down goes the champ!

Winston sees this and grabs Malone from behind and delivers a nasty headbutt to the back of his head that drops him as well. Winston plays to the PCW faithful who cheer him on as he looks around the arena.

Building on the momentum he scoops Malone onto his shoulders and into a fireman's carry. Then he looks down and bending down, picks up Hunter on his huge broad shoulders as well in an impressive display of strength that gets a roar of approval from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: That's amazing! Winston has both his opponents on his shoulders with an awesome show of power!

Ace Anderson: If there is one thing the big man can do and do it well it's play the power game in the ring.

He spins around showing off his strength then simply falls backwards and crushes both Malone and Hunter with a double Samoan Drop!

He motions to the crowd before pointing to the top rope...

Ace Anderson: Oh...my...god, you have got to be kidding me there is absolutely no way!

He slowly climbs up the turnbuckles and makes it to the top rope before turning around with his back to the ring facing the crowd

Jerry Andrews: That's 465 lbs on the top rope I really hope they re enforced the ring tonight!

He takes a deep breath and jumps off the top rope with a perfect backflip high into the air before coming crashing down with a devastating moonsault that connects to Malone who gets utterly crushed under the weight of Wilson.

Ace Anderson: JESUS CHRIST! I can't believe what I just saw! That was incredible

Jerry Andrews: What an amazing display of agility from Winston Wilson!

Jerry Andrews: I guess those words from Hunter and Malone during the week didn't upset him but instead motivated and fired him up! He showed them that he can do more than just be another fat wrestler!

Ace Anderson: He proved them wrong tonight

The referee counts!

1!

2!

3---NO!--Malone SOMEHOW gets a shoulder up!

Winston was absolutely sure he had the first elimination there. He asks over and over if the referee is sure that wasn't three. Malone is seen flailing in short intervals as life comes in and out of him. Just as Winston moves to his feet, Hunter embeds that barb wire bat with a top rope axe handle to the head!! Blood starts oozing down his face. He falls to his knees with the referee assisting in pulling the weapon off. It's all David needed. THRILL OF THE HUNT puts Winston down. Hunter slowly falls over him back first and waits for the count.

1!

2!

3!

The referee motions for help as he assists Winston out of the ring.

Sasha Greene: Winston Wilson has been eliminated! 

Jerry Andrews: For his first time in this environment, he showed a lot of heart. The Underground isn't for everyone and I just hope that he'll be ok after this.

Hunter has the chance to take a breather and now only has to contend with a guy he sees as an absolute joke. With the fun loving big man gone, that leaves two guys that aren't exactly loved. Hunter gathers his wits before taking Muscles to the corner. He gives him a shoulder thrust and a an Irish whip to the corner where the exposed turnbuckle is. Malone staggers out favoring his back which leads him into a spear! Or it would if Malone didn't punt kick him upright!

The champ staggers back. Malone is anything but one hundred (who is in these matches?) but an opening is there for the taking. Malone grapples Hunter. A launch into the steel connector flings Hunter back for a stalling one handed suplex ONTO the barbed wire bat!! Malone keeps him pressed down against it as he hooks the legs.

1!

2!

3---KICK OUT!!

Malone rolls off thinking he's won the match. The referee tells him otherwise. Malone doesn't hear his music being played. He questions why the bell wasn't rung. He even asks where the Underground Title is? It finally sinks in that he didn't win the match. With that knowledge, he turns to collect David for further punishment. He gets a small package!

1!

2!

3!

NO! Muscles Malone NARROWLY kicks out milliseconds before that dreaded three count. There's a wave of laughter taking hold in the arena. Malone kicked out with so much force that the grey pants he had on split open from the legs and are now off...leaving him in his man thong!

Jerry Andrews: I don't think that's how Muscles Malone usually takes them off...

Ace Anderson: If they went and further, a lucky fan would have take home a unique, match worn, pair of pants to burn.

David Hunter finds himself momentarily distracted by the sight. Malone thinks he has it made but ends up getting a flying headbutt for his troubles. Hunter spins him around to post him. Malone is sat up on the top turnbuckle. Hunter quickly rolls out of the ring to bring in two chairs. They get propped up facing each other. A leaping dropkick stops Malone's attempt for a top rope move, which in turn crotches him.

Hunter climbs up and looks to be going for a superplex. Malone wiggles just as he's picked up. LOW BLOW. Hunter slumps across the broad shoulders of Muscles. He hits a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIRS!! They buckle under the weight, collapsing in a partial destruction. Malone is flat out, but there's just enough of his arm over Hunter for a pin...

1!

2!

3!!

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it!

Ace Anderson: Am...Am I experiencing Deja Vu?

The referee calls for the bell this time and goes looking for the championship.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Underground Champion, Muscles Malone!

Muscles Malone isn't able to stand, so the championship is draped across his waist and he remains on the mat. PCW trainers come out to check on both men and...

Jerry Andrews: Something is going on backstage!

The shot cuts to a jostling camera in the back. Tessa, screaming orders like a mad woman is heard first and foremost followed by the clang and rattle of aluminum against cement. The camera settles on the figure of Tyler Scott, curled into a ball, with an aluminum ball bat lying nearby. Holden spits on him as security, bolstered by Texas Tim and Razor Blade, prevent any further assault from taking place.

Ace Anderson: Holden is making a statement and I think it has been heard!

Jerry Andrews: Tessa was right; this war has just begun!

Ace Anderson: Well, I've just been given some important information regarding our next match....

Jerry Andrews: We both have, Ace. Don't act like you've got a scoop.

Ace Anderson: I'm just saying, we have information on our next match.

Jerry Andrews: That we do. Ladies and gentlemen, due to the intense nature of the feud between Grimm and Justin "Stormm" Michaels, and in particular the brutal backstage attack by Grimm that we saw earlier tonight, President Loki and PCW management have made an executive decision....

Ace Anderson: .... to make the North American Championship match a NO DISQUALIFICATION, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!

Jerry Andrews: I was going to say that.

Ace Anderson: Sure, but I wanted to break the news. I'm just so excited.

Suddenly, 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.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, anyway, as I was saying, this match was scheduled to be a regular match for the North American Championship, but as you must have seen earlier tonight, Grimm’s attack on Stormm…

Ace Anderson: Yeah, with a shovel, and it was glorious!

Jerry Andrews: Be that as it may, after these two fought to a no decision at Deadly Intentions, and their brutal displays against one another over the last couple months, President Loki has announced that this match has become no disqualification, falls count anywhere match.

Ace Anderson: I already said that.

Jerry Andrews: Just stop.

Ace Anderson: Well... watching these two go at it, one of them may very well leave in a hearse tonight!

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

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

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, all other lights in the area are out, and stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, but unlike normal, the spotlight begins to cut in and out as be begins to make the long walk down the ramp.

There are intermittent skips in the track that normally accompanies him to the ring as well, and as he makes halfway down the ramp, the spotlight cuts out, and returns as two spotlights, the second shining upon what appears to be Stormm, in his hooded, black, leather trench coat at the top of the ramp. The hood is up, and his head is down.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm isn’t waiting for this match to start it looks like!

Ace Anderson: Getting the jump on Grimm is the only chance he has!

But the spotlights don’t stay for long, flickering wildly like before, and going out as Grimm reaches ringside. They flash off again and the music cuts once more, and when they return, three spotlights. What appeared to be Stormm at the top of the ramp is now met with a similarly dressed man halfway down the ramp now, as if as specter of Stormm were following the Lord of Misrule to the ring.

Grimm has not wavered once, as if he was expecting the mind games, his eyes deadset on the ring and ignoring everything along the way. The spotlight continues to follow him, but the other two are still set on the shades of Stormm as the words try work their way up through the layers of the song as it cuts in and out.

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. He glances back towards the ramp, but a split second before he does, the other two spitlights cut out, and Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Jerry Andrews: That was eerie.

Ace Anderson: To a child, mayb…

The spotlight shuts off, and the arena is left in total darkness for another split second, before four more spotlights return. This time, Stormm’s shadows have multiplied again, one on each side of the ring, surrounding Grimm, who doesn’t flinch, and appears unphased, despite what would end up being a terrible numbers game for him.

None of them move, and the four spotlights become total darkness again as the music cuts out. The pattern does no continue, and eight spotlights don’t return, but instead, just one more, shining on Grimm… and Stormm… in the middle of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Is that the real Stormm?

Ace Anderson: Who knows, but this one has that black bat that Grimm has gotten acquainted with really well the last few weeks!

Before Grimm can turn the full hundred and eighty degrees to face the other man in the ring, he get’s his clock cleaned as the end of the wooden bat jams through the ginger beard and connects with Grimm’s jaw, and the spotlight goes out, and the house lights come back on. The only person in the ring is Grimm, laid out onto his side, holding the side of his face.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, what a shot that was!

Ace Anderson: Stormm looking to get the upper hand before the match, and put this thing away quick.

Jerry Andrews: Much like Grimm looked to try and do earlier in the evening, it’s a wonder Stormm can even stand after the shot he took from that shovel!

Without warning, the lights in the arena go out in a flash, and the sounds of rhythmic drums began to beat like an oncoming war. Very subtle orange lights illuminate the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion, and the tron flickers back on with black and white aerial shots of the Kansas City metro area. The faithful are left in total darkness, and their cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, as a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp. Despite how little time has passed, the beat has brought the crowd to their feat, if the attack in the ring from moments ago even gave them enough time to sit back down.



Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view.

Sasha Green: Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds... 

The Force of Nature looks out into the crowd from underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat. The coat is covered in straps and buckles all left dangling about as the open coat sways with his movements. The crowd's reaction rivals that of the music volume, and Stormm acknowledges, looking left and then right, with a nod. His stare turns back to the ring, and he makes his way down the ramp with a black, wooden bat in his left hand, held high in the air, and the North American title belt hanging from his right.

Sasha Green: He is the North American Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM! 

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring in typical fashion before nodding towards Ace and Jerry, and tapping the announce desk with his bat. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the apron, leans back onto the ropes, and points the bat out into the crowd, which draws in another pop from those in attendance. Ignoring Grimm, who has drug himself to a corner and propped himself up, trying to shake off the bat jab, Stormm climbs through the middle and top rope, and immediately scales to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner, and raises the North American title above his head, and out towards the crowd, as the arena lights slowly come back on as the spotlight fades out.



Jerry Andrews: One thing is for certain, this rivalry may be one of the most heated we have seen come to head in any other match here tonight. Years in Pure Class Wrestling between these two, and several times sharing the ring together have culminated in four brutal months in PCW Network history folks.



Ace Anderson: And now we get to watch these two beat the hell out of each other, anywhere and everywhere inside of the area. I can’t wait!


Jerry Andrews: Ace, who do you think this added stipulation benefits?

Ace Anderson: Both of these men are capable of causing a lot of damage, so we'll have to just wait and see!


Stormm hops down, and throws the hood of his coat off of his head as he walks with purpose to the opposite corner, holding his title high for everyone to see once more, as the overwhelming adulation continued. No smile. No mouthing off. All business. The battle music fades out well before the reaction of the crowd does, but the Force of Nature waits patiently, perched from the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin, his scowl finally turning to Grimm, who is starting to try and make it back to his feet.

PCW North American Championship
No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (PCW North American ©) vs Grimm
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: After that mugging, I am amazed, but Grimm is going to tough this out like the implacable foe we all know he is.

Stormm, perhaps to his credit, isn't too much taken aback to see Grimm, still advancing on him, but his lip does curl in annoyance. The two men have a staredown over the ropes. Grimm then makes a break for it, hitting the ring and pasting Stormm with punches. Stormm finds himself being drilled over and over again with hard right hands, doing his best to cover up from the assault. Finally, Grimm rips off a ferocious clothesline which sends Stormm flinging over the top rope, and Grimm stands in the ring. He is still calm, silent and deadly, but he is bristling with affront and pique, and his tensed muscles are eager for the fray. Stormm stares up at him, mouth agape.

Ace Anderson: I think Stormm sees the Harvester is coming for him.

Jerry Andrews: It’s certainly no secret as to who these fans are betting it on tonight, these people may support respect Stormm for the length of his North American title run, but for right now they are in the Reaper's corner.

Grimm exits the ring, and he comes over, continuing to lay right hands on Stormm, who hasn't even had a chance to fully take off his jacket. Slowly, Grimm, picking up Stormm by his jacket collar, looks to send the Force of Nature face first into the stage set up but Stormm puts on the breaks and steps into Grimm’s chin and nails a side knee lift. Grimm is doubled over as Stormm then delivers a second knee lift into his ribs. Grimm exhales furiously, and Stormm shoves, finally sending Grimm rolling onto the grate. Stormm is certainly not letting him get his breath, and starts laying his vicious boots into the ribs. Grimm may not be able to breathe at all with those blows as Stormm remains relentless on the assault. The fans are turning and fiercely booing Justin now, which makes him turn his head and snap at them to shut up. This gets him even more heat. He reaches down and peels Grimm off the grate, taking him up in a scoop slam position and looks to drop Grimm face first onto the metal edge of the stage. However, Grimm kicks his legs and elbows Stormm in the side of the head repeatedly, with machine gun intensity and ferocity. Grimm falls behind Stormm who turns around, and is struck by a stone headbutt.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm's oft-whispered about science of 8 limbs often translates into some fiercely, wince inducing hits.

Ace Anderson: Not for nothing, but would you want to fight a guy who looks like he worships at the altar of a satyr god in a hidden forest grove?

Grimm takes the stunned Grimmhaels and strikes him with anther left forearm for good measure before taking him up and bouncing his head off the wall of the stage. Stormm's jacket is finally sliding off. It’s Stormm’s turn to fully feel the pain but much like Stormm earlier, Grimm doesn’t give him much time to breathe. Instead still hanging onto Stormm’s jacket, Grimm backs up just a few feet, points to the edge of the stage like the ghost of Christmas future showing Scrooge what awaits him, and he flings Stormm off the stage by the scruff of his jacket, sending him tumbling and rolling with jarring impact. Stormm’s spine hits off the padding after being dropped four or so feet from this slightly elevated stage area! The crowd is loving that, cheering for Grimm. Grimm breathes in, and takes a second to get a bit more stamina built up after the early attack. Getting a bit more comfortable in his own skin is Grimm, but he’s not done; payback is clearly on his mind. As Stormm is thrashing and holding his lower back, trying to recover his equilibrium after being tossed off the stage. we can see Grimm doing a few preparation squats. Stormm has to use the guard rail to get back to his feet, but when he turns back around towards the now elevated aisle he sees Grimm flying off with a diving side kick! Stormm is caught flush in the side of the face.

Ace Anderson: Grimm seems like he's shaken off the beating Stormm's friends gave him in the entrances fairly well.

Jerry Andrews: This match is operating right in the Lord of Misrule's wheelhouse, alright. I think he even fed on the pain and the bruises he was dished out before the match.

Meanwhile Stormm tumbles along the padding once again, Grimm having to take a moment to get adjusted to the ground level balance. When he gets it, he again grabs hold of Stormm and tugs him up by his neck before grabbing his head. However, Stormm seizes the opportunity, turning and digging his fingers in Grimm's eye, ripping and tearing at the eye socket before letting go with a harsh eye rake. Grimm can't do much more than groan uncomfortably as his eye is savaged. After Stormm completes the eye rake, Grimm stumbles away, blinded and wounded, checking to see if in fact he still has an eye left, and Stormm takes the opportunity to pound Grimm over the head and then slam his face off the guardrail. Stormm taunts the crowd, holding his hands up in the air arrogantly. Then, Stormm uses his greater relative size to lift Grimm up and give him an atoGrimm drop, sitting Grimm very uncomfortably straddled on the guardrail. Grimm groans again, and lays on the rail, holding his guts as his legs are split over the guardrail. Stormm parts the guardrail, stepping into the front rows of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Now Stormm is taking to berating the fans at ringside as he looks for something else.

The rowdy fans start booing him in his face and at the same time getting away from him, Stormm using this to his advantage by actually telling a front row female fan to get out of her chair. She quickly scurries out of the way and allows Stormm to take her chair, and fold it up. It’s not discernible from any other traditional steel folding chair now, Stormm rears back and cracks Grimm across the back with it while Grimm is still straddled the guardrail. Stormm lifts the chair back up, then gives Grimm another wince inducing chairshot. Grimm contorts in pain, arching his back, and he finally extricates his leg, falling off the guardrail back into the aisle with a thump. Stormm, not letting the moment get away, climbs over the guardrail, holding the chair, and waffles Grimm with a final chairshot across the midsection, even though Grimm is holding his arms crossed over his front, it still absorbs a hell of a blow.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is getting pulverized with that chair!

Grimm is absolutely motionless other than slight breathing, the crowd deadening again as Stormm takes the chair in his hand and climbs back up over and to ringside. Grimm begins to stir just a little bit, trying to get onto his hands and knees. But the cruel Force of Nature catches sight of this and makes Grimm pay for his determination with a sickening chairshot to the spine. Grimm yells in pain to a further hush from the crowd, he’s sprawled out in even more agony. Stormm finally drops the chair, slinging it a little ways away, but he is far from finished, now taking the cringing Grimm and grabbing a handful of his red beard. Stormm look to drag Grimm over the rail, but instead Grimm begins to fight back even doing so much as grabbing the back of Stormm’s neck and driving his face into the rail. This gives Grimm some time to hop over the rail and head back over to the entrance way trying to regroup. Stormm back to his senses hurries over towards him, still with that manic look in his eye … but Grimm boots him in the gut! Stunned, Stormm doubles over and a fierce Grimm pulps his head with a DDT onto the concrete. Stormm is laid out, and Grimm shakes his head for a moment, trying to recover some of the wind that was lost when he absorbed those crunching, crippling chair shots. He starts to lift Stormm up. He clubs Stormm over the back, taking him by the back of the head and walking him towards the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I think Stormm is already showing a glazed look in his eye.

Ace Anderson: This feud between these two men has seen ever escalating violence. I don't know if just that is going to be enough.

Grimm tries to roll Stormm into the ring, but Stormm fights him off with a few slow, woozy reverse elbows, and then he turns around with a right hand with such oomph behind it that Grimm stumbles away, holding his jaw. And yet, Grimm is not deterred, and Stormm has to retreat around the ring, taking in several big lungfuls of air, the usually methodical Grimmhaels appears a tad flustered, as his pre-match attack hasn't put Grimm as much off his game as he'd like. Moving like a silent predator, Grimm follows around the ring, and then gets in, cutting across.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is not willing to give him one moment of rest here tonight.

With adrenaline numbing all the wounds inflicted to his body, Grimm simply flings himself head-long over the top rope. As Stormm feels the shadow cast over him, he looks up, but has no time to react as the two hundred twenty pounds of Grimm smashes into him, sending both their bodies tumbling back up the ramp, much to the delight of the ravenous fans at ringside. Fists clenched, Grimm is back up like a machine and watches as a startled Force pulls himself up; not exactly having previously predicted the way the match had started. Striding up to him, Grimm then lashes out with his right hand. Stretching out his fist, the Harvester lands a harsh slap to the cheek of Stormm with such ferocity that it even is heard over the gasp of the invested crowd. The force of the slap sends the dazed Stormm staggering back against the safety barricade, his big frame resting seated against it as he rubs his stinging cheek with a scowl. Grimm scrapes the soles of his boots across the ramps surface, before charging at the shell-shocked Stomm. Stormm is a rabbit in the headlights as the Lord of Misrule hurls himself at him with a diving spear, taking them over the barrier and tumbling into the fans lined-up along the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: AND AGAIN!!

Ace Anderson: Stormm and Grimm are getting up close and personal.

The fans buzz, as both men are down, flailing and trying to get to their feet, while tripping over other people's limbs and personal belongings. Finally, Stormm, thrashing like a drowning man, throws an arm over the guardrail. Grimm gets to his feet, snarling at his foe and moving forward, hands outstretched to take him by the head. But Stormm tucks his shoulder into Grimm's midsection and rams into him, gritting his teeth and flinging Grimm over a shoulder to dump him the hard way over the guardrail into the aisle. The crowd gives an "Oooooooo" at the sickening smack as Grimm hits. and Grimm instantly grabs his head. Stormm backs off slightly, looking almost offended that Grimm dared to fight back, but at the same time looking calculatingly down at Grimm, who is obviously hurting from several spots.. Stormm steps over, and he reaches down and brings Grimm back up. He drags Grimm by the roots of his hair before throwing Grimm into the steel steps. More groans are emitted from the crowd. Whether he means to or not, Grimm rolls into the ring, with Stormm, of course, right behind him. Barely able to get his arms up to block, Grimm stumbles backwards, and Stormm lends him a hand by shoving him into the corner, before rearing right back and thumping him in the ribs with a stiff body shot! The cameras do their job, recording the reactions of the fans around the arena, who right now can barely watch through their fingers, as Stormm dishes out the punishment. Gasping for air, Grimm tucks his arm against his midsection, but Stormm isn’t interested in the arm as he drills him again and again and again with hard right hands to the ribs.

Jerry Andrews: Michaels has elected to pummel Grimm with his bare hands, if that's what it takes to beat Grimm down for good.

Ace Anderson: His cold, calculating and cerebral pace in that ring makes Stormm one of if not the most dangerous men to step into that ring with.

Pulling back on Grimm’s head, Stormm gets behind his opponent and brings his fist overhead this time, for a more vicious and effective blow, but never moving away from the ribs a single inch. With Grimm buckling, Stormm simply tosses him down to the mat in the middle of the ring, stalking around him like fallen prey. Bringing his foot up, Stormm drives his boot down hard into the ribs of Grimm … but holds it in place, really grinding it into the injured torso for maximum effect. Soon enough, Stormm rolls Grimm away with his boot and watches with his ice cold eyes, as he crawls towards the ropes, trying desperately to pull himself up using them. There are wild cheers all around the arena at Grimm’s tenacity and courage, but Stormm simply shakes his head and drills the Harvester with a big right hand, knocking him head over heels through the ropes and to the floor. Landing in front of the crowd barricade, Grimm wraps his arm around his mid-section instantly, though it is clear to see that his entire body is quivering with pain. Fans reach down and pat him on the back, spurring him on, but he can do nothing more than lie there, as Stormm steps down alongside him. Taking his right arm, Stormm pulls him up to his feet and slugs him in the side of his torso this side, doubling him over. With Grimm hunched over, Stormm turns around, seeing the barricade, before throwing his arm at the fans there, yelling at them to “Get the hell out of the way”, before grabbing Grimm, lifting him up high, before dropping him on the rail with a back suplex!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is one of the most stoic men I've ever seen, he doesn't call out to the crowd, he doesn't yell or preen in the ring, there aren't even that many times I can recall I've seen him make noises. But he is in an obvious world of hurt tonight.

Ace Anderson: You said it, partner. This has been an uncomfortably brutal brawl.

Grimm convulses in agony on the barrier, before rolling back down to the floor. Stormm smirks sadistically at the nearby fans, drawing even more heat to him. He stares down at Grimm like a piece of meat, taking all the time in the world, completely full of confidence. On the floor, the referee checks on Grimm, who struggles to claw himself back to a vertical base. Every breath that emerges from his body sounds like total torture, as he hangs onto the ring apron like it were Stormm watches with a smirk, seeing that he has his opponent right where he wants him, he delivers another kick right to the back of Grimm which rolls him back into the ring, gasping and wheezing. Despite taking an initial step towards the ring, a look of realization suddenly passes across Stormm’s face as he’s heading for the announcers/timekeepers area. Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are both tense as Stormm approaches, but he pays them no attention, and instead yells at Sasha Greene “Get your ass UP!!” After basically throwing Sasha down to the ground to another tremendous outburst of heat, Stormm even ignores steel chairs, reaching over them and pulling up a big roll of electrical cable.

Ace Anderson: What’s he going to do with that?

There are some gasps from the crowd as Stormm is able to take a good amount of cable which he has a ringside hand cut for him as he rolls back into the ring. Meanwhile Grimm is back on his knees, trying to crawl across to the other side of the squared circle, and as a result he has his back Stormm, he’s in so much pain that he cannot even hear the warning screams of the crowd, Grimm has no idea what is coming up behind him, but Stormm wraps the cable around his throat.

Jerry Andrews: He's choking the life out of Grimm!

Grimm gasps and this crowd winces, but Stormm does not stop there; taking the long cable and wrapping it all around Grimm’s neck, chest and, most importantly, his injured ribs! Hanging off the cable, Stormm quickly falls down to the canvas with Grimm and wraps his legs around the sternum of his opponent for a vice like body scissors choke, with the cable still around his throat. The sound of Grimm struggling to breathe can be heard quite clearly, and it is a disturbing sound to say the least. Stormm wrenches back with all of the cable as hard as he possibly can, causing the entire roll to tighten around his throat and body. At first, Grimm writhes and wriggles, his arm flapping around like the gills of a dying fish in an effort to escape, but he soon begins to fade.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm’s fading and he’s fading fast...

On his knees, the official gets right in Grimm’s face, asking him if he wants to give it up, but, despite being barely conscious, Grimm continues to spit out the word, “…no…”, enraging Stormm, who pulls back on the cable even harder. The crowd does its best to get behind Grimm, with the applause and chants really building up, much to the displeasure of Stormm, who frustrates them by increasing his python-like grasp. Staring down at Grimm’s limp head below his arms, Stormm just verbally lets Grimm have it – "You wanted this! You asked for this!"

Jerry Andrews: Just listen to him taunting Grimm like this, while he squeezes the life right out of him.

Ace Anderson: How much longer can Grimm hold on?

The referee takes a look at Grimm’s apparently lifeless eyes and grabs free the arm of the young man, checking for any signs of life. He lifts him arm up and it falls back down limp, as Stormm grins devilishly, his own face turning red from exertion. The official lifts Grimm’s hand up once more and … once more it falls down to the canvas, limp. The crowd, despite the bleak outlook, is getting behind Grimm. The fans continue to urge the dark anti-hero on, but Stormm is almost salivating, feeling the fight leaving his opponent. The referee once again lifts the hand up again... but suddenly snaps it back up into the air, displaying the life still residing inside him! The crowd roars at Grimm’s survival, but Stormm looks positively disgusted he’s decided to release the hold in a blind rage, throwing Grimm’s battered body away from him. Despite having survived the cable strangulation, Grimm is still unable to move and lies on his front awkwardly. Shaking his head, a frustrated Stormm quickly rolls him over and sticks his forearm in his face with a cover.

The referee: One...















Two... Kickout!

Stormm looks to have had enough, seething with rage before quickly pulling Grimm back up, racing forwards and hurling him through the ropes to the outside. Grimm goes tumbling through the ropes, hitting the apron on the way, before falling awkwardly to the floor below with a smack. With Grimm momentarily incapacitated, Stormm looks to do even more damage being the first man in the match to look up under the ring; he digs for a second before finding a table! Stormm wants to break Grimm by breaking him through a table! There’s a bit of a pop from the crowd, but that’s more from the appearance of the table than them actually wanting to see it. Stormm starts playing with the table’s legs, looking to set it up, but he’s only able to set up one side before Grimm roars back to life with an aggressive flurry of punches.

Ace Anderson: Grimm is back in the fight!

Stormm is forced to suddenly cover himself up and prop the table on the apron in doing so. The crowd once again comes to life as Grimm breaks out the ol’ fisticuffs on and hopefully fight his way back into this thing. Grimm shockingly gets several punches in and knocks Stormm up against the apron, still looking for more. Grimm lifts his stone fist up to smash Stormm in the face but he is stopped cold as Stormm smacks him with the wooden slab itself as a weapon; once again stunning Grimm. Grimm has to drop to his knees and hold himself up by leaning against the announce table, almost as if he’s in prayer. Stormm then takes the table and finishes setting it up, not too far from where Grimm is. Before putting him on it, Stormm takes a few steps over to the timekeepers area and snatches up a steel chair. He walks back to the table, searching for Grimm. He spots Grimm beside the table, and raises it up. However, it smacks the ground, the impact ringing out like a gunshot. Stormmy brings the chair down like a guillotine with no one there, Grimm moving from his spot at the last minute. Stormm drops the chair, his hands stinging as Grimm looks to fight back once again, more punches being thrown, only for Stormm to duck underneath a wild haymaker attempt and tries to push Grimm ribs first into the metal post. But no, it is blocked. Grimm is as aware of his surroundings as he reverses the whip looking to send Stormm into the ringpost. Stormm stops himself right before his lips taste steel, but when he turns back around to face Grimm, Grimm sandwiches Stormms head INTO the guardrail with a dropkick! Stormm drops like he's been hit with a hammer.

Jerry Andrews: Good GOD!!

Ace Anderson: Stormm's head just got pulverized, smashed between Grimm's boots and that post.

Stormm's head flops violently as he falls to the mat. Grimm paces over and picks up the steel chair, taking a moment and one arm to uncomfortably hold his arm to his ribs. Grimm shakes off the pain, because what is pain even to Grimm. He lifts the chair up and now it's Stormm's turn to reap the whirlwind of, chairs I guess. Stormm is flailed by a steel chairshot right between the shoulder blades. Stormm cries out in agony, arches his back and scoots to his knees, thendrops to the floor like a rock in water. Stormm lies motionless as Grimm tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He drops the chair and carefully lifts up Stormm’s dead weight, taking him by the head … and sending Stormm flinging face first into the steel post! But now it’s Grimm’s turn to perhaps look for something extreme, as he lifts up the ring skirt to rummage around under the ring to find... a ladder?

Ace Anderson: Grimm raising the stakes here...

Jerry Andrews: Not what you'd expect Grimm to try for...

Grimm gingerly pulls the long apparatus from under the ring, but he doesn’t pick it up. Instead, he ventures back over to a stupefied Stormm and rolls him into the ring. He then takes the ladder and slides it under the ring before following it in. Grimm again has to take a moment to gingerly get to his feet, his lower back, ribs and even left arm still feeling the pain from earlier, but he does so with the ladder in hand as Stormm starts to groggily get vertical … and takes a running ladder shot to the face! Stormm drops and his head whiplashes violently, forcing him to roll away in pain. Stormm has rolled all the way across from where Grimm is to a corner, using it to get back to his feet. He stays in said corner as Grimm gets a look and charges, looking to ram the ladder into Stormm's ribs. Stormm moves away at the very last minute and crunches Grimm’s own body into the ladder. The ladder stays in the corner and Grimm grips at his knees for a moment, Stormm rolling away to the apron as he escaped. As Grimm veers closer to the ropes, Stormm grabs hold of Grimm’s hair, yanks him around, and then brings him throat first across the top rope with a hot shot. Grimm’s already tender throat is bounced off of the top rope and sends him to the canvas.

Ace Anderson: It seems anywhere and at any time with that ring Stormm can find a way to inflict damage.

Stormm, meanwhile, drops to the floor and imminently starts digging under the ring, blocking the camera shot Stormm turns and grins wildly towards the closest camera mouthing "this is gonna hurt"... he yanks up a section of guardrail! The old school crowd barrier that are no longer is in service is now under the ring and now it’s Stormm’s hands, as he slides it back into the ring, Grimm is trying to get back up. Stormm tries to drive the metal railing down into Grimm's spine... but Grimm swiftly moves out of the way at the very last second. Grimm leaps up for a spinning kick, Stormm instinctively throws up his rail-holding hands in defense... and Grimm gives a double footed dropkick, kicking the guardrail into Stormm's face! The crowd gives a sympathetic "Oooooooh" as Stormm is hit so hard, he rolls back under the ring to the outside, flopping to the aisle. Grimm, again, having to slowly regain himself and tend to his midsection. He takes a peek to the outside and sees Stormm trying to regain himself. Grimm takes a step and sees the guard rail still in the ring. He hefts it, lifting it like a bale of hay with both hands, looks outside of the ring, and he lifts the guardrail OVER his head, letting it fall OVER the top rope and dropping it on Stormm in the aisle!! Stormm contorts in pain at the falling metal rail smashing him.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD!!

Ace Anderson: The intent in this match has gone beyond just hurting each other. These men want to maim, destroy, punish.

Grimm then steps out onto the apron watching the motionless body of Stormm just lies trapped under the guardrail, Grimm leans back against the ropes before leaping forward, and landing a double foot stomp across the guardrail AND Stormm's back! The force of landing with the double foot stomp forces Grimm to fall out into the aisle. Both men are down and feeling the effects of the completely unorthodox offense of this match. The crowd remains buzzing as Grimm rolls off of Stormm’s body which is now seething a bit as Stormm is desperate to slither out from the under the rail, when he does so Stormm’s arms try and tend to his lower back, which absorbed most of that maneuver. Grimm is the first man to get to his feet, still a tad spaghetti legged, but laying the stomps the the hurting Stormm. Grimm has a remorseless look on his face, as Stormm, on his hands and knees, trying desperately to crawl away. But there is no place to go. Especially after Grimm again lands another shot to Stormm’s lower back before dropping the point of his right elbow down across Stormm’s spine. Stormm is now laid flat on the outside giving Grimm time to reach under the ring and pull out a chair of his own much to the delight of the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: I have never seen two competitors forced to eat so much metal in one match. It's brutal.

Grimm raises the chair again with his only good arm and swings wildly on this, but he’s restricted as he misses his first attempt but a kick right in Stormm’s jaw keeps the Force down long enough as Grimm swings again, and bashes Stormm across the small of the back. The crack of steel echoes across the arena, but Grimm doesn’t stop there, laying in to Stormm again… Grimm crunches Stormm’s spine six times before stopping & having to drop the chair much to the groans of the fans. But his ribs continue to nag at him, along with the other injuries accumulated in this hellacious match, and so Grimm steps away, holding his midsection uncomfortably, while just mere inches away Stormm is a complete wreck. His lower back looks like it’s been in the sun too long as he’s desperate to try and tend to it. Grimm turns his head and gets a look in his eye that we saw in Stormm's earlier that night, a desire for utter devastation. For Stormm’s part, his eyes are ringed with pain and suffering. Grimm slowly makes his way over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs the ring bell. This crowd reacts in awed reverence yet again as Grimm steps awaits for Stormm to start stirring to prepare for the upcoming assault. Stormm, his bruised and bloodied body slowed by the accumulated battle scars, starts stumbling, getting to his feet, and he eventually does. He turns around right into a shot from the bell, which cracks which such force it resounds like the Liberty Bell must have in it's trial run. Stormm falls to his back.

Ace Anderson: A savage shot from Grimm. I'll bet Stormm wishes he still had his backup around to even the odds.

As Stormm just lies in agony, Grimm is able with help from the ring apron to get back to his feet. Moving a few lose strands of hair back Grimm keeps the pressure on, reaching down and picking back up the ring bell and backing away once more. The crowd is on their feet as Stormm a little more slowly than the first time gets to his feet the ring post his ally in that feet. Grimm begins to rush forward, and he hops up in the air, looking for a jumping bell shot, but - No! Stormm kicks him right in the midsection. The air leaves this arena as Grimm comes down hard, clutching at his ribs as the bell falls to his side. Stormm for his part ignoring the boo’s stops and reaches around at his back. He’s in pain, no doubt, but Stormm looks over at the exposed flat bottom of the steel steps and slyly smiles. Once again a well placed boot to the ribs keeps Grimm doubled over as Stormm hoists Grimm onto his shoulders, going for a powerslam onto the steel steps. However, at the last second, Grimm fidgets his way off Stormm’s shoulders, ending up behind him and still clutching his head... and gives him a reverse DDT, ONTO the steps. Stormm’s spine thunders off the steel, while Grimm sells the impact by recoiling himself, bouncing up before hitting the outside padding once more.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men have defined the words implacable, unrelenting and sadistic tonight in their quest to maim each other.

Ace Anderson: But to Grimm’s credit, he fought out... but still how much more does he have left?

Grimm is slow to his knees, let alone his feet, and several seconds tick by as Grimm tries pushing himself up while Stormm clutches at his neck and groans. Finally, Grimm rolls over, and he drags Stormm to his feet slowly, with aid of the ring apron. Grimm pulls Stormm along until they reach the table still set up on the outside from earlier. Grimm lays Stormm flat across the wooden slab and clubs him on the chest a couple of times before reaching down and picking up one of the fallen steel chairs. Grimm stacks the chair on top of Stormm on the table, placing Stormm’s arms holding the chair against his ribs. Then Grimm rolls into the ring and slowly climbing to the top rope. The crowd is all on their feet, looking for what could be an incredible spot here … but as Grimm starts to set himself on the top rope, and he starts to come off... Stormm throws the chair into the ether... and it CONNECTS with Grimm in mid flight! Grimm's trajectory is stopped and he falls next to the table, hitting the apron and rolling to the ground. Stormm, breathing heavily, goes and rolls off the table. The crowd starts a "HOLY SHIT" chant.

Ace Anderson: Someone check on Grimm, that fall looked nasty.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are trying to kill each other!!

Ace Anderson: What else did you expect?

Stormm shoos the concerned referee out of the way. He paces over and grabs Grimm, and it's his turn to club Grimm over the back. He slams Grimm's head off the apron. Grimm lolls, barely able to support his own body without holding the apron. Stormm goes to the apron and stands on it, and he looks at the table sitting in the aisle and seems to have a wicked thought. He grins, and he snatches Grimm's beard. He goes to pull Grimm up by the beard hairs. Grimm groans in agony. Stormm lifts Grimm up using his greater muscle and he tries to hook Grimm from the side as Stormm stands on the apron. For a moment, they're standing side by side, and Stormm has Grimm hooked as if he is going for an elevated reverse STO.

Jerry Andrews: No... NO!!

Ace Anderson: He can't be going for this. He's going to take both of them off and through that table.

Stormm is indeed trying to give Grimm a Flash Flood off the apron through the table in the aisle, but Grimm refuses to let the move get off, he elbows Stormm in the side of the head. He repeatedly fights it until Stormm is forced to let go, and then Stormm is tottering, slipping in his footing. Grimm is almost satisfied that he can take Stormm off the apron himself and put him through the table, but Stormm fights back with right hands, staggering Grimm. Both men go back and forth with right hands to the opponent's face, while the other hand is hanging on to the ropes... and with every single punch, both men are weakening. Their grasp on the top rope is slipping. Finally, both men hit each other with one final punch, and their fingers slip... both men start to fall, losing their footing and going backwards THROUGH the table set up in the aisle at the same time!! The crowd erupts into a standard-shaking "HOLY SHIT" chant, as both men are laid out in the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: I - I don't believe it... both men had close calls on that apron, until they both knocked each other off.

Ace Anderson: Mutually assured destruction, Jerry. It's the name of the game. Neither man is going to accept anything less at this point. It's gotten too violent between them.

The referee is at a loss of what to do, he leans out between the ropes, checking on Stormm and Grimm, both of whom are laid out amid the rubble of table halves. The crowd is still building thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME" and "HOLY SHIT" chants. Neither Grimm nor Stormm have moved for the longest time. The referee can't count them outside of the ring, he can only check them time and again, and bit by bit they begin crawling back to life. After another few moments pass, Grimm shoves a piece of the broken table off of him, and Stormm, coughing violently, rolls onto his side. Both men throw a few weak punches at each other from their knees. They battle up to their feet, going punch for punch, throwing weak, drained right hands. Finally, Grimm cuts Stormm off, his hits gradually increasing in muster, and Stormm is staggered back from his onslaught. Stormm cuts Grimm off with a knee to the gut, and slamming his head off the apron, then he throws him into the ring. He breathes heavily, and then he snatches up the North American title belt. He walks around the ring, trying to squint and shake the cobwebs out, then he gets in the ring, holding the belt. Stormm waits for Grimm to blink and try and clear the cobwebs out of his head. Grimm slowly gets to his knees, and then he turns, dazed. Stormm goes for a title belt shot... but Grimm ducks under it. And he catches Stormm from behind before Stormm can turn and drops him with a sleeping neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration!!

Ace Anderson: I have sights to show you... a new North American Champion?!

An exhausted Grimm drops down for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...















THRE - Kickout!

Grimm sits up with as much of a disturbed expression as we've ever seen on his face. He looks at the referee, his eyes questioning, and he stoically rolls to his feet, taking a glance back at Stormm. He knows it's now or never to close this match out. Grimm paces over to the ropes and he climbs up, going to the top rope and setting himself for a tornado DDT. Grimm catches Stormm by the head, but instead of dragging him down, he is turned onto Stormm's shoulders. Stormm is able to use his greater size and strength to lift Grimm back up, ith his left arm over the back of Grimm's head, and 's left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Grimm's left leg, lifting it up close to Grimm's own torso, and then lifts Grimm up into the cradle suplex position. Stormm then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Grimm is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back. The crowd explodes in an awed, flabbergasted expulsion of air. Both Stormm and Grimm are laid out.

Jerry Andrews: DID YOU JUST SEE WHAT I DID?!

Ace Anderson: I - I did, Stormm caught Grimm while he was diving for the Harvest and he lifted him BACK UP onto his shoulders and hit the Force of Nature!!

Jerry Andrews: Both men are down! Both men aren't moving!

The crowd is heavily invested, some are cheering for Grimm, some, bafflingly, are cheering for Stormm. Neither man is able to move after the long, brutal war we've witnessed. It has taken it's toll. Finally, at long last, Stormm starts to move. He meekly rolls onto his side and his fingertips stretch out. He places a weak arm over Grimm's chest.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no, not this way!

Ace Anderson: Yes, this way, Andrews, it's Stormm!!

The referee drops down for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...















THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and STILLLLL PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!!!

Ace Anderson: Stormm... Stormm did it! Justin Michaels overcame Grimm!!

Jerry Andrews: Overcame Grimm, Stormm assaulted Grimm before the match ever happened, both men went through a grueling trial and went through chairs, tables, guardrails and bells... Stormm can't even stand up right now!

Ace Anderson: But he pulled out the victory.

Jerry Andrews: That he did!

"Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine is playing over the PA and Stormm is handed the title, but he is still too hurt to get up. Over on the other side of the ring, Grimm is just beginning to come to consciousness and realization.

Jerry Andrews: The dawning look of disappointment on Grimm's face says it all, he thought he had it. One mistake was enough for Stormm to cost him.

Ace Anderson: True, but Stormm is crafty. He's held on to his title for so many days for a reason.

Stormm, laughing breathlessly, and sitting up in an obviously extreme amount of pain, hugs his title to his chest. He stands, and demands the referee raise his hand. Grimm struggles to get to his feet, then falling and remaining down in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: You have to give it to Grimm, he gave it everything he had.

Ace Anderson: Maybe so, but that can't take away from Stormm's moment right now.

Stormm, breathing heavily, continues holding his title up in triumph.

Stormm mounts the turnbuckle wearily, straining as he lifts his championship belt as high above his head as he can in celebration. The crowd is in a state of adulation towards the champion, when he momentarily distracted by somebody stood at ringside, directly adjacent to the ring post that the champion has mounted. There, applauding the champion with a smile on his face is Horacio Mortimer. Stormm skeptically looks down at Horacio, who is nodding his head approvingly and complimenting him with such phrases as “well done,” and “fantastic match,” the majority of which are drowned out by roars of the crowd.

Their roars are in fact aimed towards the champion as a warning sign, for Mortimer’s distraction has allowed Dominator to slip into the ring undetected. He is stood boldly and proudly in the opposite corner to that of Stormm, a wicked grin etched across his face. Moments pass. Stormm is still nonethewiser towards The Zenith’s presence until it is too late. A clubbing blow to the spine with a gargantuan forearm and balled fist causes an already fatigued Stormm to double over on the top turnbuckle. Dominator reaches up, grabbing Stormm beneath the armpits and forcefully tosses Stormm to the mat from a great height with a makeshift Crucifix Powerbomb! The crowd winces at such a heavy impact!

Jerry Andrews: The Zenith is destroying the champion after a grueling contest! This is an absolute disgrace.

Ace Anderson: Isn’t it obvious? He’s sending a message to the champion. He’s making his intentions clear!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator hasn’t been seen in weeks! Could this be the culmination of what he has been plotting all this time?

Horacio Mortimer is barking orders from ringside, consulting his watch to emphasize his statement of “make it quick!” to his client. Dominator is more than willing to comply, grabbing Stormm by the back of the neck, dead lifting him into the air before slamming him straight back down with a Reverse Chokeslam, dropping to his knees at the same time to keep his hand wrapped around the back of the champion’s neck. He stands back up, lifting Stormm by the scruff of his neck once again and drags him into the center of the ring before setting him up…

Jerry Andrews: ANACHRONISM!

Ace Anderson: There’s the exclamation point right there!

Stormm is down, motionless in the ring as Horacio Mortimer enters the ring, presenting Dominator with the North American championship. Dominator snatches it out of The Chronological Order’s founder’s hands and stares at it intently. Slowly, he lifts the belt high above his head in the middle of the ring to a torrent of boos and disapproval from the fans in attendance.

The two then leave the ring, with Stormm in a heap on the mat. 

Jerry Andrews: After a brutal match-up, Justin Michaels has just been assaulted by Dominator.

Ace Anderson: But he remains the North American Champion... for now.

But it's not over. Suddenly Seromine is seen at ringside, having leaped over the guardrail.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.

Seromine smiles as he looks at the carnage inside the ring.

Ace Anderson: It looks like he's coming to pick the bones of Stormm....

Jerry Andrews: After everything Stormm has been through tonight, the attack backstage, the grueling match, and then the assault by Dominator, now he's going to have to deal with Seromine as well.

Ace Anderson: Well, Jerry, like it or not, this is payback.

Seromine makes his way to the ring. He looks up at Stormm, who still hasn't moved since the assault by Dominator. Then, suddenly, he turns his attention to Grimm, who has finally rolled his way out of the ring and has started to make his way back up the ramp. Seromine attacks Grimm from behind!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Seromine takes Grimm down with a clothesline and then he stomps away on him on the floor. Seromine stops his assault only to frantically search around ringside for a weapon. He finally finds one, in the form of a steel chair. Grimm presses himself up to his knees, but he's cracked in the head. Seromine then drives the point of the chair several times into Grimm's spine. Finally, PCW security rush down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It's about time!

Ace Anderson: What took them so long!?

Jerry Andrews: Well.... they have had a busy night.

Seromine sees them coming and he bolts back over the guardrail and into the crowd, where he soon disappears into the jeering PCW Faithful. Security, officials, and medical staff rush to the ring to check on both Grimm and Stormm.

Jerry Andrews: What a chaotic scene we have out here right now.

Ace Anderson: And we still have our main event!

Jerry Andrews: Well, while they clear things up out here and get these competitors the medical attention they definitely need, I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that the next time we'll see you will be on Thursday December 20th for a special edition of Trauma.

Ace Anderson: That's right, it's the Winter Icey Awards! What an outstanding way to celebrate the last six months of PCW action and close out the year in style!

Jerry Andrews: That's right, folks! Be sure to check out PureClassWrestling.com for all the details you need about this special night!

Finally, the ring is returned to a state where a wrestling match is possible.

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!! 

The crowd, roaring: ONE FALL!!

Sasha Greene: It is for the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship!!

Jerry Andrews: Very big fight feel for tonight, the end of a big year, closing it out at Collision Course!

Sasha Greene: Introducing first...

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook the "Handsome and Wealthy" by Migos blasts out over the PA. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo down on one knee with his back to the crowd, hood pulled low over his face. He bursts suddenly to his feet, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into cheers as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms, as if absorbing the energy from the crowd.

Sasha Green: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is the 2018 Deadly Rumble Winner... he is the Hollywood Hero... GERARD ANGELO!

Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans wearing his mercy, telling them they made a solid investment. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He runs to the opposite ring post and leaps onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it to the Faithful. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent...

The lights have dimmed now and stage hands are hustling to start setting things up in the darkness.

Sasha Greene: From Boston, Massachusetts... He weighs in at 218 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion... KYLE SHANE!!

As the lights dim and go out, the camera gets a shot of the stage, and 5 wooden standups have been placed equidistant. The distinctive whistle callout for "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly", with the pounding drum backing begins playing, as a lone figure strides onto the stage. He's wearing a cowboy hat, a full length duster, and in the dark, set against the swirling colors of the entrance ramp, his outline shows a shotgun is cocked over his shoulder as he strikes a pose. The crowd goes nuts as it becomes apparent that Kyle Shane is standing on the stage in full cowboy getup, a specialized cosplay tailored after Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption 2.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is making his entrance felt tonight!

The lights on the stage come up just enough to show the wooden standy's placed equidistant on the stage are effigies, cutouts in the shape of five men. Seromine... Grimm... Gabriel... Tyler Scott... these are all the men Kyle Shane has had successful World title defenses against. And one, final one for good measure. As the "Good, The Bad, and the Ugly" western theme begins to fade away, Kyle Shane steps up to the first target, points the shotgun at the back it's "head", and pulls the trigger. The gun goes off, BANG, and the standy falls forward, with Kyle having knocked Seromine off. Kyle's pantomime continues as he turns, places the shotgun barrel to the back of the Grimm standy's head, and pulls the trigger... BANG the Grimm standy falls forward. Like a machine, Kyle turns to the Gabriel and Tyler Scott standys, pumping the trigger, BANG, BANG, and their standy's fall forward, and then he steps over to the other side of the stage, behind Gerard Angelo's standy... readies himself... and pulls the trigger. BANG. The Gerard Angelo standy is the last to fall. There is a pregnant pause. The arena is silent. And then, the opening notes of "In The Morning and Amazing" by Circa Survive begin to play.

Jerry Andrews: Amid all the pageantry and symbolism of his entrance, Kyle has come to a very specific point. In his tenure as World Champion, over one calendar year, Kyle Shane has knocked off all of these men... if he wins tonight, the stakes are big for him, closing out the year with one more successful title defense.

Ace Anderson: Another Achievement he desperately wants unlocked. A full year as a defending champion.

As the lights have come up on the stage so Kyle's full gear can be seen, he is holding the cosplay shotgun, and wearing a balaclava-like mask resembling a bandanna over the lower half of his face, a floor length leather outlaw duster, and a leather belt/harness resembling holsters on his hips. Shane tilts his head back, and he lets the cosplay shotgun fall to the stage. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge.

"And how could anyone

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine

You with someone else that I have felt and seen

I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest

Looking right through the lens

From winter brings the spring again"

There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Game Changer, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, as he pulls the balaclava mask away, his normal, infuriating, arrogant smirk spreads across his face and he raises his eyebrow. He fluidly slips between the ropes, pirhouettes towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the duster and begins stretching for the match.

Ace Anderson: This is where the rubber meets the road for both men.

Jerry Andrews: You got that right, Angelo fought through almost all of the roster to successfully claim his destiny as the number one contender, he has been scrapping and clawing for his shot, his opportunity at this title.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but Kyle Shane's ego is fully reinforcing his will to win this, to have one more highlight under his name. A full year, five successful PPV title defenses. He is not letting this go down without a fight.

PCW World Championship
Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Eric Russo

The crowd is on fire as Angelo and Kyle Shane stand opposite each other before walking out towards the center of the ring where they circle each other before locking straight up! The crowd boos as Angelo gets the better of the lock up as he backs Kyle up against the ropes. The referee calls for the break before laying the count to Angelo who backs away at three before shoving Kyle in the upper chest. Angelo steps back out to the center of the ring seemingly challenging the champion to “bring it”.

Jerry Andrews: Angelo can’t afford any mistakes tonight because it’s all or nothing.

Ace Anderson: Well for historical context, you have to go back to 2015 for the last time the man who won the Deadly Rumble would go on to win the title in their pay-per-view main event. There is a lot of pressure to perform.

Jerry Andrews: … and nobody would love to be the one to shoot down the dreams of Angelo like Kyle Shane.

Piqued at being taunted again by Gerard Angelo, Kyle shoots in and snatches him by the head, driving him head first into a top turnbuckle before spinning him around, lacing Angelo across the chest with a knife edge chop. Angelo groans and holds his chest in pain, and Kyle hauls back and chops him again, drawing "WOOOOOOO" from the crowd. Kyle asks him if he liked that, which, in fact, Gerard did not. Gerard reverses, throwing Kyle into the ropes and laying into him with mounted right hands in the corner. Kyle covers up. The referee intervenes, interposing himself between Shane and Angelo. Kyle gets half in and half out, clinging onto the rope.

Jerry Andrews: Shane seems to be using champion's advantage to the hilt. He wants to get out of here with that title.

Ace Anderson: Maybe, but more than that he wants to Win.

The referee backs Gerard up, where Gerard holds his hands up innocently saying "Okay, okay," and Shane tells the ref to keep that animal away. Shane, milking the bit, gingerly steps out from being wrapped around the rope and takes a step back in, holding his hands out, calling to lock back up with Angelo. Once again they jockey for position before Angelo backs Kyle up into a neutral corner. The referee once again asks for a clean break before laying the count in, and at the count of three, Gerard Angelo starts to back away before slapping Kyle across the face which draws a gasp from the crowd. Suddenly the crowd roars as Kyle explodes out from the corner with a double leg take down to Angelo! Kyle mounts Angelo before hamming down with right hands!

Jerry Andrews: Sheer emotion from Kyle Shane on display!

The referee lays the count to Kyle as he continues to hammer away at Angelo’s face. Angelo reverses the positioning by rolling over and now he hammers down on Kyle’s face with right hands. The referee starts to lay the count to Angelo as each right hand lands. Kyle rolls through sending both Gerard and Kyle under the bottom rope and out to the floor. Both men stare at each other before quickly sliding back into the ring before they reach a vertical base and lock up again.

Ace Anderson: I think as the stakes dawn on each man, the aggression is mounting.

Jerry Andrews: It certainly escalated quickly.

Shane fires his opponent with an irish whip, and Angelo bounces off the buckles. On the bounce back, he dodges a rolling clothesline attempt by Kyle. Shane spins around where he takes a boot to the midsection before being snapped over with a suplex. Angelo quickly floats over into a cover hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Kyle escapes with a kick out. Angelo quickly locks in a rear chin lock. The referee's right on the spot asking for Kyle Shane to surrender, Kyle naturally shakes off the referee's question before starting to work his way back to his feet where he's able to turn into the chin lock before looking to deliver a side suplex! Angelo counters by flipping over the back of Kyle where he lands on his feet. Shane spins around blocking a right hand by Angelo before driving a knee to the midsection of Gerard before driving him into the mat with a bulldog head lock. Shane reaches his feet where he begins laying stiff boots to the body of Gerard Angelo, before picking him up off the mat where he follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. Shane scurries into the cover.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Angelo throws a shoulder up off the mat. Shane reaches down picking up Angelo before hurling him into the ropes, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a back breaker! Shane forces the cover on Gerard.

The referee: One... kickout.

Angelo shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a huge pop from the crowd! Shane reaches a vertical base where he reaches down picking Angelo up. Shane swings with a hard right hand connecting to the jaw of Angelo before whipping Angelo into a neutral corner. Shane charges forward where he eats the right boot of Gerard to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Angelo charges out from the corner ducking under a Shane clothesline while taking a back waist lock where he delivers a release German suplex that folds Shane up. Shane rolls back to his feet, though, and Gerard turns around in surprise only for Shane to hop up and try to snap off a hurricanrana. Shane does take Angelo over with a hurricanrana, but Angelo flips to his feet as well. Shane turns, spots Gerard, and does a double take.

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe either man could have prepared for the athleticism, or the heart of their opponent. Study all the tape you want.

Shane and Angelo pause for a second, looking at the crowd, and then they both point to the ropes and run off them at the same time, crisscrossing each other. They bounce off the ropes, run to the other side, and then finally, in the middle, Shane snatches a side headlock before being backed up against the ropes. Gerard fires Shane across the ring, Kyle bounces off the near side where he ducks under a reverse elbow from Gerard, Kyle bounces off the near side and into a tilt-a-whirl slam attempt by Gerard that’s countered with an armdrag take over by the champion. Kyle and Gerard are both back to their feet where Gerard charges towards Shane who takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold before floating over into a front face lock. The crowd roars as Shane starts driving knee’s into the top of Gerard’s head before flipping over Angelo while maintaining the front face lock. He lands on his feet while yanking back on the neck of Angelo.

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane’s looking for a submission in the early goings.

The referee is in prime position as he starts to ask Angelo to surrender. Angelo shakes off the referee as Kyle continues to crank on the neck of Angelo before realizing the Gerard isn’t going to quit to this submission so Kyle quickly tries to transfer into the Wild Hunt. The challenger squirms free and rolls out to the floor to boos from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Angelo realized he was in some trouble.

Kyle is back to his feet in the ring and see’s Angelo taking a few gasping lungfuls Kyle bounces off the far side and charges across the ring, Angelo spins around as Kyle looks to deliver a baseball slide dropkick! Angelo side steps Kyle which sends Kyle under the bottom rope landing on his feet where he’s mowed over by Angelo and a clothesline.

Angelo stomps away at Kyle as the referee starts to lay the count to both men inside the ring. Angelo reaches down picking Kyle up where he hoists Kyle up with a military press before dropping Kyle sternum first across the guardrail! Kyle crumbles to the floor clutching at his ribs while Angelo turns towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope before sliding right back out to the floor. Angelo picks Kyle up off the floor, he scoops him up in a fall away slam position before charging towards the ring post where he drives Kyle’s lower back and spine into the steel post. Angelo lifts a hurting Shane up and gives him a Russian legsweep into the guardrail. The taller Shane's head bounces off the metal with a crack. The referee yells at Angelo and tells them to get in the ring before shouting One, two... Angelo takes notice and releases the camera cable before rolling back into the ring breaking the count and rolling right back out to the floor a second time.

Angelo reaches down picking Kyle up off the floor before bringing him around the ring towards the announcers table where he drives Kyle face first off the announcers table!

Jerry Andrews: They’re right out in front of us!

Angelo looks to whip Kyle into the steel steps, Kyle manages a reversal and its Angelo that’s sent right shoulder first into the ring steps which separate upon impact due to the sheer force Angelo hits as the crowd roars for Kyle Shane! Shane takes a second to recover before making his way towards his foe, he picks Angelo up off the floor before throwing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Kyle climbs up on the ring apron where he measures Angelo who pushes himself up to all fours before beginning to stand up. Kyle sling shots over the top rope connecting with a sling shot DDT driving Angelo into the mat. Kyle rolls over for a cover.

The referee: One...















Tw

Shane grumbles and cuts a look at the referee. He goes to pick up Gerard Angelo, but the Hollywood Hero is trying to crawl to the corner. Shane grips the legs of Gerard, trying to pull him back out to the center. Gerard instead shoves Shane and drops him into the turnbuckle, making Shane bounce off the middle one. Gerard grips the legs of the dazed Shane, then as Shane is using the ropes, Gerry snaps the legs up, sending Kyle up and then dumping him on his butt. The crowd roars louder and louder as Gerard pulls Shane's legs out, and locks in a sharpshooter. Shane yells and contorts his arms in sudden pain as he is turned over. Gerard sits further back on the lower back of Kyle. Several agonizing moments pass with Shane trapped in the hold, digging in on his elbows and trying to crawl forward. Angelo shakes his head with determination, using all of his might to keep his footing. The referee begins asking Kyle to surrender, he shakes off the referee before trying to inch his way towards the ropes where he's finally able to reach out and take ahold of the bottom rope. The fans roar as Gerard sits down on the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Angelo is punishing the champion!

Ace Anderson: Apropos of Kyle's cowboy theme from earlier, there may not be clear cut black or white hats in this one. Just two men doing whatever they can.

Gerard is admonished by the official as he reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat before shooting him into a neutral corner. Kyle smashes into the buckles, Gerard charges forward looking to deliver a running shoulder block, Kyle manages to land a reverse elbow to the jaw of Angelo which staggers Gerard backwards towards the center of the ring for Kyle to explode from the corner and connect with a sling blade.

Jerry Andrews: A momentum break, but Kyle desperately needs to take control now.

Ace Anderson: Shane laid it all out there with that thunderous Goddess White Sword.

Kyle rolls out to the ring apron before pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. The crowd boo's loudly as a "God of Game" chant echoes throughout the building. Kyle begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle while Gerard is shown rolling over to his chest before pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base where he's met with a missile dropkick by Kyle that's right on the money! Gerard crashes to the mat as Kyle quickly executes a lateral press hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One...













Two... Kickout.

Angelo shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Kyle doesn’t waste time as he quickly locks in a rear chin lock. The referee once again asks Angelo to surrender, he refuses before starting to work his way to a vertical base where he’s able to turn into the chin lock before looking to deliver a side suplex, Shane flips over the back of Angelo landing on both feet. Angelo spins around where he’s met by a boot to the midsection. Kyle locks in a front face lock where he peels off a snap suplex! Shane pops the hips and picks both himself and Gerard up off the mat where a second vertical suplex is delivered, Shane pops his hips while picking both himself a Gerard up off the mat where a third snap suplex is delivered. Shane floats over into a cover hooking the near leg.

The referee: One...















Two... Kickout.

Gerard escapes to another gasp from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane was inches away from putting down the challenge of the Deadly Rumble winner.

The crowd is solidly behind Kyle Shane as he works his way to a vertical base. He reaches down picking Gerard up off the mat where he takes him back into a neutral corner before shooting Gerard across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Kyle charges in after Gerard only to be met with a boot to the face that staggers Shane out towards the center of the ring. Gerard comes out of the corner taking Kyle by the throat with both hands before hoisting Kyle up in the air! The referee starts to lay the count to Gerard. At the referee’s four count Gerard slams Shane down into the mat. The crowd boo’s loudly as Gerard follows up with an elbow drop across the sternum of the Pure Class Wrestling champion. The Hollywood hero reaches a vertical base where he reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat. He scoops Shane up before taking him towards a neutral corner where he ties Kyle up to the Tree of Woe. Angelo starts stomping away at the midsection of Shane before backing up towards the center of the ring, Angelo charges forward looking to deliver a baseball slide dropkick to Shane. Kyle manages to use his core muscles to raises himself up avoiding the contact while sending Angelo groin first into the ring post to a massive pop from the crowd! Shane frees himself from the corner where he drags Angelo out to the center of the ring where he stacks Angelo’s shoulders to the mat with a Oklahoma roll!

The referee: One...















Two... Kickout.

Angelo escapes to a gasp from the crowd. Shane reaches his feet where he bounces off the near side, Angelo reaches a vertical base where he’s met with a fireman's carry lift dropped into an overhead Detonation Kick. The crowd roars as Kyle reaches his feet while pointing up to the top turnbuckle.

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane might be ready to fly!!

The crowd rallies behind Kyle as he makes his way towards the ropes. Kyle steps out to the ring apron before making his way towards the nearest set of buckles. The crowd gets louder and louder as Kyle starts to climb the buckles, meanwhile in the ring Angelo reaches his knees as the referee is shown checking on him. Angelo shoves the official back into the ropes causing Kyle to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle to loud boos from the crowd. Angelo reaches his feet where he’s admonished by the referee. Angelo blows the official off before making his way towards the buckles. Angelo climbs up to the middle turnbuckle where he under hooks both arms of Shane before taking Kyle off the top turnbuckle with a bone jarring butterfly suplex.

Jerry Andrews: What impact of Kyle’s body crashing into the mat!

Angelo rolls over into the cover hooking the nearest leg.

The referee: One...















Two...















Th- Kickout.

The crowd roars as Kyle shoots a shoulder up off the mat!

Ace Anderson: No one in the Pure Class Wrestling today is more resilient than Kyle Shane. Look at the wars he's gone through with Grimm... Tyler Scott... Jase Willard...

Jerry Andrews: But nothing he's been trying has been able to keep Angelo off his game. I think the question may be, how hard are these men going to have to fight?

Angelo blinks and shakes his head. He looks up to the referee, then down at Shane. Gerard, annoyed, lifts Shane up, only for Shane to catch him with a step up enziguri. That was enough to put the breaks on Gerard but Shane isn't fully back to full strength yet, arching his back and shoulder muscles. Kyle is the first to his feet. He's shown laying Gerard's right ankle on the mat before leaping up in the air where he drives a vicious stomp across the ankle! Gerard screams out in pain as he tries to clutch at his ankle which is quickly met with a straight boot to the face by Kyle which knocks Gerard back to the mat for Kyle to lay his right ankle flat on the mat before leaping up in the air once again before driving a second stomp across the ankle! The crowd roars with boo's as Kyle takes Gerard by the right ankle before dragging him towards a corner. Kyle drops to the mat before rolling out to the floor where he smashes Gerard's ankle into the steel ring post. Shane then extends his arm fully out, then says "It's time to take the old dog out to the woodshed" and makes a Bang gesture with his finger. He smiles, a little aggessively, as he gets back in, laying several boots into Angelo's damaged limb before reaching down picking Gerard up. Kyle backs Angelo up againt the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes where he ducks under a Kyle clothesline, Kyle spins around where he walks right into the Center of Attention! The PCW crowd explodes, and Kyle falls backwards to the mat with Angelo dropping down on top of him!

The referee: One...















Two...

















Th- Kickout!

Kyle throws a shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous gasp from the crowd!

Ace Anderson: Angelo nearly put Kyle's lights out with a bat of an eyelash!

The crowd roars with a "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" chant directed towards the ring as now it's Angelo who begsin pushing himself to a vertical base. Angelo comes forward picking Kyle up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Kyle bounces off the ropes where he's driven into the mat with a Samoan drop by Angelo! The crowd roars as Angelo rolls back out to the ring apron before getting to his feet where he makes his way to a set of buckles. Angelo begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle! Angelo stands up on the top rope as Kyle is shown pushing his way to his feet. Once he stands Angelo sets sail with a spinning heel kick off the top rope landing it to perfection! Angelo executes another cover hooking the near leg of Kyle!

The referee: One...















Two...

















Thr- Kickout.

The audience is just as shaken as Angelo visibly is. Angelo works his way back to a vertical base where he reaches down pulling Kyle Shane up off the mat. Angelo hammers Kyle with a hard right hand that sends the champion back into the ropes. Angelo charges forward with a clothesline sending Kyle toppling over the top rope and out to the floor. Angelo measures Kyle who begins pushing himself to his feet, Angelo bounces off the farside connecting with a suicide dive through the ropes smashing into Kyle which sends Shane crashing into the security wall. Angelo reaches his feet before nailing Kyle with a stiff European Uppercut before snatching Kyle by the head where he brings him around the ring towards the Spanish announce table. Angelo drives Kyle head first into the table before clearing it off TV monitors and microphones!

Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good if your name's Kyle Shane!

Angelo rolls Kyle up on the Spanish announce table before climbing up on the table himself. The crowd starts going into a frenzy as Angelo slowly reaches down to pick Kyle up off when suddenly and quickly from out of nowhere Kyle counters the pick up attempt with a spin out and a headlock converted into a headlock driver that splatters Angelo on the table, taking them both down and both sliding off different sides of the table, which does not break! The crowd ERUPTS into a ferocious "Holy shit" chant at the blink and you missed it counter.

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo is on our colleagues table, attempting to give Kyle Shane some big time hurting to think about... NO!! SHANE COUNTERS! SHANE BROUGHT OUT PIECES OF EDEN!

Ace Anderson: Both of them splattered on that table as Shane brought Angelo down crown of the head first on that table, but it stood while both of them landed and slid off.

The crowd is going crazy at the wild, chaotic match. Both Shane and Angelo are down. Angelo is blinking, beaten and in a stupor, and Shane is gripping at his back and grimacing. The crowd are on their feet, chanting for both men as Shane, slowly starts coming around his side of the table. Angelo, blinking and trying to clear the cobwebs out, reacts at Shane as Shane grips his hair. Shane lays in a heavy punch to the forehead, then grips Angelo's hair and pulls him to his feet slowly. Kyle walks Gerard around the ring, and brings Gerard towards the foot of the entrance ramp. He lands a few clubbing blows, and then locks a front face lock before delivering a snap suplex on to the steel ramp. Angelo lets out an explosive, can't help it because of the pain curse, and Shane rolls over, gasping from effort. Angelo groans and arches his back in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Angelo’s spine just met the steel!

The referee yells at them, telling Shane he's had enough, and he starts counting, One, Two, Three, Four... and now it’s Kyle who makes his way towards the ring where he slides under the bottom rope breaking the count before sliding right back out to the floor to a massive response from the crowd. Kyle makes his way towards Angelo where he rolls Angelo over to his chest. Kyle gets in position and delivers a harsh CURB STOMP that drives Angelo face first into the steel ramp way. Cameras catch Angelo’s face which is split open above the right eye as Kyle reaches down picking him up off the ramp. Kyle brings Angelo back to the ring where he hurls him under the bottom rope. Shane climbs up on the ring apron where he delivers a slinghot leg drop across the throat of Angelo! Shane makes another cover hooking the near leg.

Jerry Andrews: Shane has brought a rough, reckless series of moves that have left Angelo cut open and dazed.

Ace Anderson: I think Shane's just trying to mess up his movie star good looks, honestly.

Shane, arrogantly, yells at the ref to get in position. The ref drops down.

The referee: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout!!

Angelo kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, I have never seen this depth of reserve in Angelo.

Ace Anderson: Where is he getting this from?!

Kyle works his way back to a vertical base where he calls for the lifting powerbomb! The roof explodes as Kyle reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat. He puts Gerard in position to deliver the newly named Unfortunate Son, only to have Angelo slide off the shoulder, get behind Shane and land a back drop suplex from out of nowhere! Kyle rolls on the mat, before pushing himself up quickly to his knees, where he’s met by Angelo picking him up, hooking his leg and giving him a quick leg hook reverse STO.

Jerry Andrews: DIRECTORS CUT!!

Angelo grits his teeth as he holds on in the reverse STO clutch, locking it in to a crossface and weaving his leg around Shane's throat into a Koji Clutch. Shane's eyes bug out of his head as he's caught in the trap.

Ace Anderson: Transitioned into the SOL!

Jerry Andrews: Aptly named, because Shane has nowhere to go!

The referee asks Shane if he gives up. Only Shane's eyes and the top half of his face are visible, but he frantically looks over at the referee, pleading with him and saying no, and he struggles. He tries to use his free arm to inch him over to the ropes. Angelo's weight on the Koji clutch make moving less possible. Shane can barely hang on, and his free arm is outstretched, shaking, every erg of energy in his body thrumming. His hand wavers as if he may tap, but instead he elbows and tries to pull himself laterally. Finally, the ref asks Shane if he gives up again, but Shane yells "NO" and scootches over, grabbing the bottom rope. The referee asks for a break, and Angelo lets go of the SOL, a disappointed and aggrieved look on his face. Shane is laid out like a deflated air mattress, rubbery and weak looking. Angelo pulls the crippled Shane out into the middle of the ring, making the cover.

The referee and the crowd: One...















Two...















Thr- Kickout!

Yelling and cursing, Angelo re-applies the pin, hooking the leg with more force. He yells at the referee to get down there and count again.

The referee and crowd: One...

















Two...















Thr- Kickout!

Shane breathlessly kicks out, and sits up, his eyes unfocused and his face red. Angelo looks down at his opponent with a wild mix of emotions, respect, annoyance and many more. Angelo cuts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers as Angelo starts working his way back to a vertical base. He pats his forehead where he looks at the blood which seemingly lights a fire in him, making him grit his teeth. Angelo picks Kyle up off the mat before hurling him into a set of buckles with authority. Shane bounces off the buckles and into a fierce powerslam. Angelo tunes out the loud boos from the crowd as he saunters towards Kyle. Angelo reaches down picking Kyle up off the mat where he looks to grip Shane's head with a 3/4 facelock, obviously calling for a Hollywood Stunner. As Angelo starts to jump for the flashy move, Shane pulls his head out, and sinks down behind Angelo, bringing him down in a way he didn't intend, across his knee with a Feast of Crows! Angelo hits off Shane's one knee and bounces off. Now it's Kyle's turn to motion for Angelo to get up. The crowd roars as Shane hoists Angelo up in the air, Angelo manages to counter by sliding down the back of Shane, Shane spins around where he walks into a second Center of Attention superkick by Angelo! The crowd's in a state of shock and a gasping quiet hush goes over the crowd as Shane and Angelo both totter, and then at the same time, they both fall!! The pure force put behind the kick has taken down both men. The referee is shocked and has no idea what he can do. He checks on both men, trying to see if either is fit to compete, and when they don't answer, he is forced to start a double count.

ONE...





TWO...





THREE...





FOUR...





FIVE... both men are shaking the cobwebs out of their heads...





SIX... Angelo is starting to roll over...

Angelo manages to roll over draping his right arm over the chest of the Champion!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THRE- NO! KICKOUT!

The crowd roars as Shane throws his right shoulder up off the mat before the referee's fatal three count.

Ace Anderson: WHAT A MATCH!

A massive chant of "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" echo's throughout the building as Angelo begins pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base before falling back into the ropes. Angelo gathers himself before coming off the ropes where he snatches the right ankle of Shane before locking in the sharpshooter for the second time. The crowd continues to roar as Angelo pulls Shane out towards the center of the ring, but Shane resists being turned, reaching up and pounding on Gerard's head. Finally, Shane flexes his legs and uses all of his strength to send Gerard flying off his lower extremities. Gerard is sent flying into referee Russo. Russo is knocked down, and being a referee, he is knocked silly. Angelo gathers himself, and he turns to look for Kyle Shane, but Shane has gotten behind him. Shane hurls Angelo a short distance into the corner, and in a freak accident, as Angelo hits the turnbuckles, the nut holding the top rope SNAPS! The top rope cables in that corner go loose, and Angelo falls back, Shane falling with him as the ropes in an entire side go limp. Shane is able to snap off a German suplex as Angelo is tumbling back from being popped by the exploding ring ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh! MY!!

Ace Anderson: A freak accident!!

Officials at ringside are panicking over the snapped top rope cable. And in the confusion, a new referee, one Joseph Buckland has come running down to ringside to make sure the match has an official. Shane has turned both his and Angelo's backward tumble into a sloppy, botched German suplex as both he and Angelo go backward. Shane manages to land the suplex, slipping a little on one leg as his foot rolls on a cable before righting it into a bridge. Joseph Buckland sees Shane holding on to the uneven bridge and he drops down for a cover, unaware that, on the other side of the ring, from a different angle, referee Eric Russo has gotten to his senses and sees the pin differently.

The referee (S) and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...















THREE!!

Joseph Buckland orders the bell rung.

Ding Ding Ding

Jerry Andrews: What the - what just happened here?!

Ace Anderson: I don't know, did you get a good look at it?!

Jerry Andrews: It all happened so fast after the top rope broke.

Ace Anderson: I know that Shane got that suplex in, it looked like he bridged into a pin.

Joseph Buckland confers with Sasha Greene, telling her that Shane got the pin with the German suplex into the bridge and he counted three. But then Eric Russo interjects, and he says that isn't what happened. Buckland yells at Russo, saying he saw it with his own eyes.

Ace Anderson: Well, which one of them is right?!

Jerry Andrews: If I'm understanding it right, both of these men have different views of the pinfall. Russo is saying Shane's shoulders were on the mat as he held Angelo down, so he counted the pin for Angelo.

Ace Anderson: But if that's true, then we should have a new champion!

The crowd is buzzing, then loudly booing because of the long conference in the ring and the continuing argument between the two referees. Both Shane and Angelo have gathered themselves and now are composing themselves on the mat. Shane gets to his feet, protesting that he won. Buckland goes to uphold his position, and he points to Kyle Shane, saying the timekeeper needs to ring the bell and give Kyle his title. Angelo, standing up next to Eric Russo, now, argues and says that Angelo is the rightful champion according to the original match official's ruling.

Jerry Andrews: I - I don't know who's side to take! Russo was the official of the match. His ruling is that Angelo had the pin and Shane's shoulders were down.

Ace Anderson: This is giving me a headache! Buckland is the one on hand when the counting started, and his ruling is for the World Champion.

Both referees are arguing back and forth, and refusing to give in, as on both sides of the ring, Kyle Shane and Gerard Angelo are bickering and hurling insults.

Ace Anderson: I don't think we're going to have any answers here tonight. Both of these sides are doubling down, and with all the chaos in the moments leading up to it... who can say who is right?!

Jerry Andrews: I don't know who to believe.

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