Mass Destruction IX Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents:
Mass Destruction IX
Sunday March 17th, 2019
Exclusively on PCW Network

The sounds of "Relentless" by Arkells blares throughout the PCW Arena. The Faithful are on their feet ready to go!

"Follow me like a firefly

At midnight in mid-July

Mix some blood, sweat, and tears of joy

That's what I call a rally cry

Relentless

Like a dog on a bone

We got gas in the tank to go all night

We got gas in the tank to go all night

Relentless

We don't walk alone

Relentless

It's time to get to work, now let's get goin'

Woo!

Woo!"

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, Happy Saint Patrick's Day and welcome to one of the biggest events on the PCW calendar and, dare I say, one of the biggest PCW events of all time! We've got a sell out crowd here, standing room only and packed to the rafters, and they're ready to witness Mass Destruction! I'm Jerry Andrews and, of course, with me is Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: Welcome welcome welcome! All three PCW titles will be on the line tonight, plus we've got a scaffold match that is sure to be brutal and, speaking of brutal, Seromine will face off against Grimm in a match where Grimm's shovel is perfectly legal.

Jerry Andrews: Well that's certainly a terrifying thought. I am hyped for this show Ace, let's get going!

Inside the ring, Sasha Greene is ready to go.

Sasha Greene: Our opening match is scheduled for one fall..

"ONE FALL!"

Sasha Greene: Introducing first...

"Spiders" by Billy Corgan begins to play. Synthesizers blast through the speakers for roughly eight seconds before the guitar riff kicks in. Moments later the drums begin their assault. The arena is blanketed in red flood lights and as Holden emerges from the back, followed by Tessa, a single spotlight shines down, illuminating “The Bastard” on his trip to the ring.
For his entrance, besides his leather bikers jacket, he also sports a leather mask which covers the bottom half of his face. It is made to look like a grinning sharks maw or the nose of an A-10 Warthog.

Sasha Greene: ... making his way to the ring, accompanied by Tessa, he stands six foot-five inches tall and weighs in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from the S.L.O.! He….is….Hoooooooolllllddeeeennnnn RRRRRooooosssssss!

He climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the mat before sitting on the middle rope to help Tessa get into the ring. He follows her in and takes a seat in his corner, leaning against the turnbuckles with his elbows resting on the middle rope.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent....

The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.

Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.

"And no, I'm not afraid of that
Print it in your paperback
Every rap is made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razor blade
That's saved until they play it back
To slay and leave em laying on the pavement
Bang, fade to black"

The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.

In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.

Singles Match
Rick Majors vs Holden Ross
Referee: Charles Lim

Jerry Andrews: It's been quite some time since we saw Rick Majors in the ring. He was injured in an attack by Seromine at the end of last year.

Ace Anderson: I mean, technically, we haven't seen Rick Majors in a match in years. The man we saw was Gabriel.

The bell rings in the two men stare at each other briefly. Suddenly Majors charges at Holden. Holding immediately knocks him down to the mat with a vicious clothesline. Majors is slow to get to his feet. Hold and kicks him right in the stomach, grabs him and throws him into the corner. Majors tries to cover up, but Ross is on him with huge right and left hands. Majors falls down to the mat in a slump. Holden pulls him up and throws him hard back into the corner. Majors hits the turnbuckle with a thud falling down to the mat. Ross pulls him up once more and slams him right into the corner one more time. Majors lays on the mat in pain, clutching his lower back. Holden is relentless, pulling him back up and throwing him into a corner once more.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is certainly starting this match off on the offensive.

Ace Anderson: If Majors doesn’t get some offense in soon, this thing could be over in a hurry!

Ross pulls Majors up one more time and what's him across the ring. Majors hits the opposite turnbuckle with an even louder thud, falling to the mat in pain. Majors slowly tries to stand but crumbles back down to the mat. Ross is on him immediately, dropping an elbow into his spine. He then stomps away as Rick Majors rolls on the mat in agony.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is in serious pain now.

Ross pulls Majors from the mat angrily. He picks him up and throws him clear over his head with a massive belly to belly suplex. Majors hits the mat hard. He tries to get to his feet but is unable to. Holden Ross continues with the punishment, dropping another elbow on to Majors' back. He then pulls Rick Majors after his feet once more and tosses him across the ring.

Ace Anderson: Look how effortlessly Holden Ross can throw a grown man around! That’s scary!

Ross pulls Majors up another time. He sets him up and delivers another massive going to belly suplex. He then pulls Majors up again this time hitting a belly-to-back suplex. He pulls him up a third time and delivers a bone crushing German suplex.

Jerry Andrews: The referee is checking on Majors now, apparently asking him if he wants to call it a night.

Holden storms pass the office and he pulls Majors up again this time setting him up for a powerbomb. He lifts him up and drives him into the mat hard. Majors appears to be out. Holden Ross Smiles a Wicked smile, and looks down at his battered opponent. He lifts him up one more time and then sets him up for pumphandle driver. Majors is crushed by the move.

Holden Ross goes for a cover.

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: No! Majors kicked out! How!?

Ace Anderson: It's gotta be just instinct. Either way, I don't think there's much left in Rick Majors. He's suffering right now.

Holden Ross can sense that the end is near. He pulls Majors off of the mat and slugs him with a big right hand, sending him down to the mat again. Once more, Ross scrapes his opponent off the canvas and throws him into the corner. Majors hits HARD and crumbles down to the mat. Ross looks at him with disgust and anger. Majors is barely able to move. Ross stomps on his back several times before pulling him up again and slamming him spine first into the turnbuckle once again. He then holds Majors up with his left hand and unloads on him with a series of right forearms to the face. The referee calls Holden off, admonishing him. Holden turns his attention to the official, letting Rick go. Majors collapses to the mat once again.

Ace Anderson: This is just painful to watch. Rick Majors can hardly move anymore.

Jerry Andrews: I think the referee should consider stopping this match. Rick Majors is defenseless. I think, unfortunately, this latest comeback might have ended just as quickly as it began.

Holden turns his attention back to his lifeless opponent. He begins to stomp away on him, even holding onto the top rope to give himself extra leverage. The crowd is booing loudly now.

Jerry Andrews: We’re seeing firsthand how cruel and brutal Holden Ross can be.

Ace Anderson: We already knew that! Look what he did to his own father, for crying out loud!

Ross pulls Majors up, hitting him with a shortarm clothesline. He then lifts him up and drives him into the turnbuckle with a buckle bomb!

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross has been destroying Majors’ spine by sending him into the turnbuckle all night and that was the biggest thud I’ve heard yet!

Ace Anderson: I mean, it’s smart. Majors isn’t the youngest guy and he’s had several neck surgeries.

Jerry Andrews: I think Ross is trying to end Majors’ career, not just win this match.

Ross drags his opponent into the center of the ring and mercifully covers him.

1……
2…….

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Did he kick out!? That looked like three to me!

Jerry Andrews: Our official is saying two! Apparently, this match is still going on!

Ross pulls Majors up again and he hits a World’s Strongest Slam. He then pulls him up again and hits another. And another. He then stands up and looks out at the crowd, cursing at them and berating his opponent. They return the favor with loud booing and jeering.

Ace Anderson: Holden Ross is just playing with his opponent now. He knows this match is over.

Holden Ross pulls Majors up one more time and he throws him spine first into the corner once more. Majors hits the mat hard. He rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring, hitting the ringside floor with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: I think Rick Majors might be out cold. Rolling out of the ring took all the energy he had left.

Ross walks around the ring mouthing off to the fans as the referee starts his ten count.

Ace Anderson: I think Holden Ross might be deciding to take the count out victory here.

The referee reaches six… seven…. eight… Holden Ross slides out of the ring and then back in, restarting the count.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ross is back in the ring now. He looks down at the battered Majors, yelling at him to get up. The referee’s count is at five. Ross continues to mock his downed opponent. As the referee gets to eight, Ross leaves the ring for a moment and returns, again restarting the count. He then walks over to the ropes near Majors, sitting on the middle rope and inviting his beaten opponent back into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Talk about adding insult to injury. Ross is calling for Majors to get back in the ring and finish this.

Once again, when the referee gets close to ten, Ross slides in and out of the ring. This time, Charles Lim starts to tell him off. Ross shrugs his shoulders and smiles. On the outside of the ring, Majors has started to move. He puts one arm on the apron and slowly tries to drag himself to his feet. Ross sees this and he immediately charges, sliding under the ropes with a baseball slide. Majors falls to the floor just as Holden approaches, causing the big mat to slide right out of the ring, hitting the ringside barrier legs-first!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know if Majors meant to do that or if he just collapsed on the outside, but Ross looks like he might be hurt!

Ace Anderson: I think he might have jammed his knee when he hit the barrier!

Majors slowly gets up and he rolls into the ring. He remains on his back on the canvas as the referee counts Holden. As the official gets to eight, Majors rolls out of the ring now!

Jerry Andrews: Did Rick Majors just purposely break the count!?

Ace Anderson: How stupid is he!?

Ross is slowly starting to stand, using the barrier to hold himself up. Suddenly Majors dives at him, hitting a chopblock and taking out his opponent’s legs! Now Majors uses the barrier and he stands up. He grabs Holden's leg and slams his knee into the barrier again. And again. Majors then stomps away on his opponent's massive leg. He then reaches down and pulls Ross up, slamming him face-first into the top of the barrier! Majors then grabs him, sets him up and…

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!

Ace Anderson: Woah!

The move apparently took a lot out of Majors as he lays on the floor for a moment before slowly rolling into the ring. He then rolls right back out.

Jerry Andrews: Now Rick Majors is toying with the count.

Ace Anderson: Why don’t these guys want a count out victory? Take what you can get and hit the showers!

Majors slowly reaches down and he pulls the massive Holden Ross up. He slumps him onto the apron. Rick Majors slides into the ring and he then pulls Ross inside as well. He tries to roll him away from the ropes, but he doesn’t have the strength or energy left. In fact, Holden Ross shoves him away and slowly stands up, using the ropes.

Ross takes a moment to shake the cobwebs from his head and he limps towards Majors, favoring his knee.  Majors hits him with an elbow to the midsection from his knees. And then an uppercut to the face. Holden staggers backwards. Majors gets to his feet and he hits Ross with a running knee. Both men fall to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is fighting back, but I don’t know how much he has left in him.

Both men slowly get to their feet. Majors suddenly grabs Ross and hits a headlock driver!

Jerry Andrews: Major Damage!

Rick Majors goes for a cover:
1….
2…

Kickout!

Both men remain down on the canvas for quite some time. Slowly Majors pulls himself up using the ropes. He charges at Ross, but Holden catches him and slams him down to the mat. Ross now pulls Majors up, but Majors kicks him in the midsection.

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!

1….
2….
3!!!!

Ding ding ding!

Jerry Andrews: Somehow Rick Majors won this match! It certainly wasn’t easy, but Rick Majors is back with a big win!

Ace Anderson: Holden Ross let him hang around for too long and he paid for it!

WINNER: RICK MAJORS

Majors struggles to get to his feet with assistance from the official. Suddenly, Holden Ross takes him out from behind with a clothesline! Ross then starts to stomp away on his downed opponent, clearly enraged. Holden Ross then pulls him up and throws him out of the ring. Majors hits the floor with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

PCW medical officials rush out to check on Majors, as Ross rampages around the ring. Charles Lim tries to stop him, but Ross shoves him down to the mat.

Ace Anderson: Well…. that’s gonna cost him some money!

Ross then leaves the ring and he grabs a steel chair, throwing it into the air at no one in particular.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross has absolutely LOST IT!

Ross grabs another chair and this time he walks towards Majors. Suddenly, Tyler Scott rushes down to the ring! He attacks Ross, causing him to drop the chair! Scott now grabs the chair and cracks it against Ross’ spine!

Ace Anderson: WHAT IS TYLER SCOTT DOING OUT HERE!?

Jerry Andrews: Well… his match IS up next!

Ace Anderson: And he certainly has a history with both Holden Ross AND Rick Majors!

Speaking of the upcoming match, Cory Steel suddenly runs down to the ring with a chair of his own! Scott turns to face him, and he’s clocked with the chair! However, before Cory Steel can do anything else, Holden Ross returns to his feet and he takes Steel down with a big boot to the face! Ross grabs Steel and he throws him into the ringside steps. But now Tyler Scott is back up and he attacks Holden Ross from behind!

Jerry Andrews: This is absolute chaos!

Ace Anderson: And it’s about to get even more crowded out here! Look!

David Hunter comes rushing down to the ring now! He attacks Tyler Scott from behind.

Jerry Andrews: There’s absolutely no love loss between these two!

Ace Anderson: And don’t forget the alliance between Holden Ross and David Hunter!

Hunter slams Scott into the ringside barrier and he helps Holden Ross back up. Ross now turns his attention to Cory Steel. He sets him up…

Jerry Andrews: Sins of the Father onto the ringside floor! Oh my God!

David Hunter now pulls up Tyler Scott!

Ace Anderson: King's Throne!!!

Ross and Hunter stand over their beaten victims. Suddenly, the lights start going out as if with a rolling blackout, flickering and struggling to maintain power as the first guitar chords of "Fixxxer" by Metallica starts playing over the PA. As the lights come fully up, a battered, dilapidated ice cream truck, it's paint and decals peeling in a sinister manner rumbles up on stage, it's axles shaking with effort. The entrance ramp is backlit with a hellish red lighting as the ice cream truck pulls into a spot just to the left of the entrance ramp, making this vessel seem like some demonic harbinger.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my….

Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, and as he does, he cocks an ear, listening to an unheard spoken word or command, and he responds, talking to himself. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The Demon Clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. Holden Ross charges at him, but Sicko takes him down with a clothesline. He then sets him up….

Ace Anderson: Dark Tooth Chew!!!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my Lord what power! What devastation!

Sicko stands up, but David Hunter is immediately on him, connecting with a series of strong forearm shots. Finally, reinforcements rush out to try and stop this chaotic situation. Hunter and Sicko are engulfed by every available hand there us. The split is heavily in favor of the psychotic clown, as it requires far more manpower just to contain his brute strength. There isn't a (good) doctor in the house, so no industrial strength tranquilizer can be administered. Sicko was created in the bowels of hell and if one peers into his rageful eyes long enough, you can almost see his demons swimming around the whites of his eyes.

Medical personnel are finally able to check on Scott, Steel, Ross, and continue their treatment on Rick Majors. Sicko and Hunter are desperately trying to get to one another.

Jerry Andrews: Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we're going to see that Tyler Scott/Cory Steel match tonight. Both men appear to be seriously injured.

Hunter is pulled away from Sicko and he winds up on one side of the ring while the psycho clown remains at near the entrance ramp, surrounded by PCW security. The defending Underground champ may be at a major disadvantage in the height, weight, and strength category, but he makes up for that with toughness, a warrior's spirit, and the absolute will to not only hold court in his kingdom, but prove to every challenger that he is the king and they are mere pretenders. Hunter didn't come for a fight. He's come to go to war with the man who's attacked him at every turn, mocking those that came before him and challenging his own Underground credentials.

David Hunter is ready to put Sicko down and send him back to where he came from. He wrestles free of the restraint, taking a run to the ring. He stands and motions Sasha to leave the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I think David Hunter wants his match with Sicko to happen right now!

Sicko, with everyone hanging onto him from every possible angle, WALKS towards the ring.

Ace Anderson: And I think Sicko is ready to oblige!

Jerry Andrews: Well… I guess this Underground Title Match is happening right now! But I don't like the look in Sicko's eyes. This has the potential to get out of hand from the onset.

Ace Anderson: I'm way ahead of you, partner. I have health insurance, but I also have pre-existing conditions that they don't want to cover.

Jerry Andrews (confused): Wait, where are you going?

Ace throws down his headset and begins to reason with Jerry to do the same for his own well being. His colleague is reluctant at first, that is until he sees Sicko dumping warm bodies into the crowd in an effort to get at David Hunter. One static thud later and both commentators are no longer stationed at the table. Just as they turn a corner, Hunter takes flight into Sicko with an over the top suicide plancha!

Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship
Underground Rules Match
David Hunter (PCW Underground 👑) vs Sicko
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Sicko catches him, but the remaining officials, what few there are, are enough to trip him up into a tumble. David pounds away on Sicko's face like it were a steak being tenderized. Sicko uses his massive hands to throw the champion off, but he remains in the defensive as his head is smashed against the barricade with a running knee.

The officials are ordered to "get the hell away from us" by Hunter as he stomps a mudhole in the keg that is Sicko's gut. The clown grabs the right limb, ready to break it under his vice grip, but Hunter starts putting knee strikes to his head from the left in an effort to break that up. Sicko relinquishes as the punishment is finally registered in his head enough to actually cover up.

Hunter takes a quick jaunt to ringside for a look under the ring. It doesn't matter what is under there, he's pulling it out. Sicko is beginning to realize where he's at, stirring, staring a hole at his enemy. Hunter has peeled back the protective mats to expose the cold, unforgiving concrete that laid underneath them. He takes possession of kendo stick before treading carefully back to Sicko.

Sicko is gripping the top of the barricade when Hunter returns. Hunter puts so much force behind the first swing, the resonating sound of impact echoes through the entire arena. Sicko stiffens up as the crowd appropriately reacts to the shot. Hunter works his entire body with the same level of anger, but Sicko is unfazed, and for those closest to him, they come away with the impression he's enjoying it.

Hunter jams him under the ribs with the splintering top. It's enough for Sicko to reach from the side, grab it, and snap it in half with the most unnerving smile. Hunter doesn't back off from the sight, nor from when Sicko moves to show him what he thinks about being hit. So Hunter does what he must. He kicks Sicko in the big top to knock his knees together.

Sicko is partially hunched, allowing for David to hit a blockbuster into the crowd. Sicko's neck is violently pulled down over the barricade, slumping him onto the floor. Hunter swings his legs back over to land a dropkick to the head, further smashing Sicko against said barricade. Hunter picks up the separate portions of the kendo stick. Sicko returns the favor of jewel kicking, which brings Hunter down to his level.

Sicko puts his hands over Hunter's. Muscling his arms out to the side, he forces David to swing the kendo's into his own face and neck. Hunter collapses onto his side, but still possesses the weapons. Sicko reaches over to grab them, but Hunter isn't going to give him the satisfaction. Sicko bulldozes his head into David's as a nod to JYD. Hunter rolls and is lucky to not be concussed.

Sicko now has those kendo stick pieces, electing to keep one, but he breaks it further down so that it's more jagged. Hunter is yanked off his feet by one hand, but he scores with a sudden mule kick to the torso. Sicko takes a half step back, then flings Hunter into the crowd, powering him back against the inside of the barricade. Hunter is yanked up and bent at the mid-back over the top of the rail.

As fans scurry away from things, Sicko lifts the jagged edged weapon and goes on a stabbing frenzy to the exposed body of David Hunter. The champion struggles under the might as welts, cuts, and blood appear on his body. Sicko places the kendo alongside David's larynx before slamming him head over heels with a folding slam into the aisle.

Sicko has had enough fun with the weapon, growing bored with that. He takes Hunter by the seat of his pants and then throws him damn close the ring like he were a shot put. He allows David to begin gathering himself against the ring before he smashes into him with a charging avalanche. The air is driven out of David's lungs as his midsection is crushed against the hardest part of the ring.

David finds his face being squished between the middle and bottom ropes with his neck bent at an angle. With a long reach, Sicko procures a cheese grater and uses it to turn David's forehead into human parmesan. Hunter growls in pain as his flesh bits stick to the ridges. He tries to fire his elbows back and in one instance, connects against Sicko's nose.

A bloodied David Hunter is pushed into the ring. Sicko's nose is broken and pockmarked with a blue and purplish hue. He pulls the top rope down so far, that the tension could snap at any moment and be blamed on Joey Handy. Poor Joey. Sicko's keg belly pushes against the middle rope as he gets a leg over. Hunter, showing off his own brand of toughness, comes screaming from the heaven's with a running leap.

His right arm guillotines around the head. His body spins clean around. The momentum creates a tornado DDT with a velocity ripping impact to the concrete floor. Sicko's head cracks without any protection provided. It's quite a nasty looking spot. The break gives David enough time to bandage his wounds with medical gauze and tape. He takes a stumble over his own feet from the punishment taken, but he's not out.

The referee has wisely remained in the ring (the only place a pin can happen). He's paid to officiate, not be a sacrificial lamb, so if these two want to kill each other, he's going to stay as far away as possible. The bell had long been called for despite only one of them having been completely in the ring. Hunter introduces some harsh forearms to Sicko's equilibrium with a metal forearm guard attached.

Sicko winds up back body dropping Hunter into the first three ropes as he is shaken, but not stirred. With the innate ability to absorb incredible amounts of pain, Sicko is able to recover like he's still fresh. He turns just in time to take a full force superman punch with a metal gauntlet. Sicko is rocked back into the ringpost. Hunter is ready to seize the moment, backing up for what should be a spear. Sicko sidesteps the charge, giving himself the opportunity to push Hunter forward head first into the steel.

Sicko grips the arms of the smaller foe, using them to once again pull Hunter into the post. He targets the right arm, using it to wrap around the post with violent rage over and over until it becomes a detriment to David Hunter. He keeps it close to his body as Sicko sends him flying into the ring steps with such authority that the steps fly off rather than topple. Expletives spew from David's mouth as he pounds the mat with his left fist.

Delicious ice cream and reassembled steps later has Hunter's targeted right arm lodged between them and the post. Sicko savagely sandwiches all of that together with Hunter screaming at the top of his lungs. Sicko watches David's agony, but is engaged in a conversation with someone that's not there. Fans are creeped out by the visual and some are doing their best 'bad lip reading' for a future youtube post. Hunter, finally freed, slips under the ring.

That makes the behemoth angry. Sicko goes all around the ring, looking for Hunter, but finding nothing but darkness and ring assembly. That's when the skirt apron is torn off from all four sides. Sicko drops to his hands and knees on the side facing an empty commentary table. He's suddenly clouded by the burst of fire extinguisher powder, temporarily blinding him. Hunter slides himself out on his left side with teeth gritting determination, garnering a wave of cheers and respect.

Sicko swings at air as he tries to get his eyes open from their blinds. One such swing finds his knuckles fracturing on the right from punching the tank so hard. It dents it, but at a cost. Sicko's broken nose is bopped with a jab from the underside, depositing him over the table with a bent. Hunter hits him with all he has with his lone good arm.

Hunter sets the extinguisher on top of the announce table and then puts Sicko face first into it and through the table itself with HUNTER SUITE. He collapses onto his back following this, but he has Sicko down and not getting up nearly as fast as he normally would. David digs down, digs deep, slithering his way to his feet. He slowly goes to retrieve HIS Underground title, returning to use the leather as a whip.

Sicko's skin begins to get redder and redder, lacerating with each stinging shot. David finds a moment to trash talk as he folds the belt up. Sicko stands upright and sends his already broken hand further into oblivion by deflecting the faceplate and in the process, cracking the material. This catches David completely off as he takes a gander at his broken title belt. He turns into Sicko's left hand death gripping his throat, severing his ability to breath. Sicko picks him off his feet, walks him to the concrete, and sends him down with a massive chokeslam.

The grip on the title is released. Sicko's black and blue, bloody, swollen, deviated septum comes into full focus and it's not a pretty sight. His right hand is equally puffy and just as useless as David's right arm. Hunter is wrenched up and positioned so that his body faces the aisle between the top and second rope. Sicko gleefully goes up the ring steps, taking two steps up to the ring apron. He gets a running start and one massive leg drop later, forces David Hunter to spike into the aisle.

Some fans turn away from that. Sicko again goes into a conversation with an unseen guest, one that puts his sights on the damaged Underground title. He picks it up and studies the faceplate, growing angry in conversation, yet forgetting he's the reason it looks that way. That's when he turns his focus to David Hunter. The man he is holding responsible. Hunter is rag dolled and bear hugged well off his feet. He jams his thumbs into the eyes of Sicko. Then sinks his teeth into his head, opening up a fresh wound.

But Sicko is undeterred. David Hunter is going to pay. David Hunter must pay. Back and forth Sicko runs and rams his spine into both sides of the barricade at full blast. He then runs him into the base of the apron. Into all four ring posts. Into both sets of steps. Then if that wasn't enough, he collapses the time keepers table with a devastating powerslam.

Sicko's fury reaches his lone good hand. He pounds away at David's head and face until the color begins changing. He stops only to ask if he's done enough. Satisfied by the answer, a pummeled champion is launched back inside of the ring by his armpit. The mouth breathing Sicko kicks debris out of his way as he goes on the hunt. A boxing three punch combo drops Hunter into a corner and without much left, he oozes into a seat. Sicko stands him up, then follows him to the far side. The avalanche splash practically engulfs the smaller champion.

Hunter is effortlessly lifted into the air and brought careening down into a bent knee. Unsatisfied, Sicko puts the cherry on top with a powerful sidewalk slam. He converses with himself and is coached into hooking the legs for a pin.

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2.

3.

NO! David Hunter somehow, someway, reaches down and gets his left shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. That alone gets fans on his side. The referee gulps before informing the psycho clown that he didn't win the match. Sicko shoots him a death stare. The referee wisely gets the hell out of the ring. There's commotion from the crowd. They stand and are fixated on the emergence of...RAZOR BLADE!

The BIG DOG leaps over the rail, bringing a steel chair with him before getting into the ring. Sicko looks right at him as the chair is wrapped around his head violently. Sicko initially stands his ground, but does drop to a knee! Razor Blade hits the ropes and gets nearly CUT IN HALF with a disgusting spear. This while the chair remains around his neck. Sicko removes that and tosses it flying into the aisle. He gives Razor a standing splash, putting him in position to exit the ring.

He slides a pair of tables inside. Sicko brings the top rope down onto the middle, stepping leg over leg. The tables are stacked together against a corner. Razor Blade is yanked to his feet and sent to the opposite corner, where he then is splashed for his troubles. Sicko cranks his neck around before he whips Razor into the tables. Sicko comes charging for a spear. DAVID HUNTER pulls Razor out of the way, sending Sicko through him and into a dislodging thud into the ring post!

Hunter shoves Razor Blade out of the ring. He wills himself to his feet. He's beyond battered. He's well in the level of pain. He may not have any memories of this match. But god dammit, he's still STANDING. Sicko backs up from the corner. Hunter dropkicks him head first into the ring post. Sicko buckles to a knee. Hunter gingerly moves as his back nearly fails him. He steps through the ropes and through it all, manages a running knee to the head, smashing Sicko further against the post. His other knee buckles and he's posited on the middle rope, but Sicko isn't down.

Hunter steps down to the floor, backs up and with everything he has, delivers a vicious ODE TO FRANK that once again, crashes the cranium of Sicko into the post, putting him DOWN! Hunter collapses onto his knees and left arm, with his right still out of commission. He sits back on the heels of his feet. Reaching under the ring, David Hunter finally introduces a weapon all too familiar to him.

A barbed wire baseball bat.

He makes sure Sicko's fractured right hand gets worked over first, pinning barbs into the flesh. He pulls back and works the arms over. Blood rolls down his limbs. Hunter steps inside, clutching the weapon in his left hand. Sicko flips around and right as he does, Hunter slams it into his groin!! Sicko's head flails back against the middle rope. He frantically (yet carefully) pulls the weapon out from a vulnerable area. Once that's disposed, he's left open for a penalty kick to the chest.

Only...Sicko catches his foot mid-air, allowing him to flip David backwards into a faceplant. Crawling over to the champion, they meet at a kneel. Hunter slugs him with everything he's got with a southpaw blast to the face. Sicko's head swivels to the side and then fixes itself back around with the most intense death stare. A toothy grin emerges between his lips.

Sicko immediately targets the bandaged wounds to re-open them up. David Hunter finds himself dead lifted straight in the air for the set up of UNDER THE BIG TOP. Sicko holds him in the air. David's blood drips onto Sicko's body with some droplets entering an open mouth. He takes his time walking around each side of the ring as if to allow fans a macabre photo opportunity.

One sinister laugh later and Sicko goes to complete the finisher in the center of the ring. THRILL OF THE HUNT!! David Hunter catches EVERYONE off guard with the counter. Sicko topples into a seated position as his nervous system plays catch up. He mumbles something incoherently and falls flat on his back. David drags his lone good arm over the keg belly. The referee practically jumps in from out of nowhere to begin the count.

1.

2.

KICKOUT!

Hunter's glassy eyes widen until life returns to show disbelief. Sicko eventually stirs. Hunter sets him up. THRILL OF THE HUNT AGAIN! He pins.

1.

2.

KICKOUT!!

David Hunter is stunned once more, wondering what he has to do to put Sicko away. Or if he even can. He taps into whatever reserve resilience he has. A THIRD and FOURTH Thrill of the Hunt!!!! Hunter this time hooks a leg back as far as he can extend it.

1!

2!

3---HOLY KICKOUT, BATMAN!

Fans are in absolute shock. Hunter rolls onto his back with exasperation and fading adrenaline. Sicko refuses to go down. Hunter begins to stand to his feet. He staggers limply to a corner, while damn near collapsing from a cocktail of exhaustion and pain. He shifts his eyes to Sicko, who at this moment remains down. He then surveys the crowd as if they have answers. Razor Blade has long since been helped to the back for his troubles. He didn't ask for help. He didn't need the help. But at that moment, maybe he was glad it came.

Hunter goes through the ropes. Up he goes to the top rope. He unfolds himself to see Sicko looking right at him! Sicko pushes himself up to the middle rope, keeping Hunter goozled in a choke. The mistake made is that it's his fractured hand. Hunter peels his middle and ring fingers off his throat and then BREAKS them. Bellowing out a roar, Sicko's attention shifts to his joints. Hunter reacts as quick as he can. THRILL OF THE HUNT part FIVE!!!!!

Hunter barrels away from the scene. Sicko pendulums from side to side before coming to a complete stop. His limbs gnarled over each other, body contorted and face partially resting on the mat. David Hunter is sloooooow to get to him. It's as if that was everything he humanly had left to give. There's a twitch from Sicko as he uncoils over to his back.

But that's as far as he moves. For now. Fans have rallied behind the champ, despite having no love loss for him. He drags himself by one good arm, the very arm he manages to use to secure a pin. The count comes as if it were in slow motion.

1!

2!

3!!!

The bell is called for. David has pulled off what may have been thought as impossible in the face of a gargantuan challenger. "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal starts blaring on the PA speakers.

WINNER: DAVID HUNTER

Sasha Greene is nowhere to be found to make the announcement, but David Hunter is victorious and is still the Underground Champion. As time passes and his song loops, Hunter manages to tough out a walk to the locker room with his title dangling against his body. Outside of the ring, denial has sunk in for Sicko. He's caked with blood. His nose is going to need some serious work. He's beaten, battered, wounded, hurt...

But he's standing. With a death stare. With a toothy grin. With a conversation that leads to ring steps being kicked the hell out of the way. That's the last visual seen before the show goes elsewhere.

The 2019 Icemann Invitational Tournament: Coming Soon

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and as we try to regain some sense of order around here, let me remind you that the next time we see you for a special event on the PCW Network, it will be Sunday June 9th for Living a Legacy, and you know that means the Icemann Invitational Tournament is about to begin.

Ace Anderson: We'll have a lot more information on the tournament coming up in the next few weeks and, wooo, it's gonna be great!

Cameras pan back to show the ominous scaffold structure hanging some twenty feet above the ring. The history of these dangerous matches are well known and suitably have everybody watching in edge. Inside the ring, tables have been stacked on top of each other to partially break the loser's fall. Sasha Greene is standing at ringside, ready to make the introductions.

Sasha Greene: The following contest is a SCAFFOLD MATCH! The only way to win is to throw your opponent off of the scaffold and into the ring below. Introducing first...

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. She weighs 200lbs, 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, turns, and begins to climb up the ladder fastened along the bracing of the structure. Once she is standing atop of the scaffold, the music fades out as Alexa removes her mask, her cold eyes silently staring up the ramp unflinchingly waiting for her next victim.

Sasha Greene: And her opponent!

"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. The crowd pops respectably at the relative newcomer.

Sasha Greene: From Kansas City, Missouri. Weighing 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 stares up at the devil herself who practically dares him to climb up to her. No stranger to these structures, Handy climbs up from the opposite side, ready to punish Alexa for everything she has caused. With the combatants both ready, this match is set to go.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Alexa inches her way towards Joey knowing he has nowhere to go but down. Her wicked smile is matched by the look in her eyes, but Joey is unfazed. If one could have home field in such a match, he definitely would. Alexa drops her arms and smile. Joey stands his ground as she comes running across the planking.

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

Joey stuns her with a high knee to the jaw, causing her to back off. Joey introduces her head to guardrail with intense velocity. He goes apeshit with repeated slams. Three more to the guardrail. Four into midrail and a final four into the scaffold planks. With Alexa down, Joey gives her a dose of MMA justice, penetrating her ribs with a flurry of stiff kicks.

Alexa is squeezed against the rail and toe board as Joey pushes his feet against her throat as hard as he can. "YOU AREN'T GETTING OFF THIS EASY, BITCH" is screamed at the top of his lungs. Handy keeps her on the defensive while finding a way to...dismantle the rails? Alexa is given the gift of air while Joey sets about this task. Commotion among the faithful breaks out up to the point where there no longer is anything at the sides.

Jerry Andrews: Does he have a death wish??

Ace Anderson: Well he has said he'd be the guy to stop Alexa or die trying.

Handy shifts around, still full of venom at the demonic woman. Joey marches down the scaffold, only to trip over his own two feet. He wobbles momentarily, although it's a drop toe hold that sends him down to Alexa's level. She wraps her left arm around his neck like an anaconda, twisting his lower extremities so that they stick out over the right side of the structure.

Alexa sneaks in some body blows of her own. Handy is taunted while being strangled, presumably about his failures as a husband and father. Joey frantically swings his body, pivoting his feet with enough of a spring so that he can roll over to where he's laying on top of Alexa. He tries preventing her other arm from coiling around him, sticking her with clumsy elbows anywhere they'll land.

Alexa works them back upright and in one fell swoop, sends Joey in the air and dangerously back down with a full nelson slam. She staggers back and drops quickly to a knee with her arms spread so that she can grip the scaffold sides. Handy is clinging to the back of his head, wildly kicking his feet about following the impact.

Jerry Andrews: Joey is fortunate that she didn't dump him off with that!

Ace Anderson: I think she wants to enjoy herself before giving him the satisfaction of being thrown off.

Alexa pulls Joey to his knees, but he balks at going any further. He hammers her in the midsection and then tosses a few desperation headbutts in. Alexa is moved on the heels of her feet, but she immediately rips Joey HIGH into the air with a gutwrench. Fans are on their feet with concern at the sight. Joey counters with a hurricanrana! Alexa's awkward landing dangles her body partially over the side, but she goes into defense mode to halt any further disadvantage.

The two wind up in a slugfest, with Joey going Three Stooges on her with a poking of the eyes. He gets a half assed DDT on her. Crude, but effective. She bounces right back up, shaking her head as if to say "is that all you got, motherfucker?!" One spinning backfist later and Joey is sent turning around. Alexa capitalizes on this as she tries dumping him off like a stuntman's fall.

Joey white knuckles the diagonal brace and effortlessly digs his toes inward to try and stop any forward motion from happening. It isn't the soundest idea, but neither is a twenty-foot drop through tables. Alexa, sensing this is going nowhere, fishhooks Joey back. She starts to pull him to his feet, but is stunned (not stunner) with a jawbreaker!

Jerry Andrews: Joey's still alive!

Ace Anderson: Which should disappoint Nadine and her hopes for that sweet insurance money.

Jerry Andrews (confused): What?

Ace Anderson (acting surprised): What?

Alexa clutches her jawline while down a knee. Joey works himself safely back around so that he's facing Alexa's general direction. Just as she lifts her head, Joey pops her with well timed European uppercut. This is followed by a partial clothesline and then a full mount for a ground-and-pound offensive flurry.

Alexa is ripped up and promptly bodyslammed down. She yells from the impact, arching her back up as there's zero give from the structure. Joey gets two handfuls of her hair, but Alexa folds her body back so that she can trap Joey's neck between her knees. Some crafty manipulation later and Joey finds himself stuck in a triangle choke!

Joey uses his free arm to try and find a way out of this, as Alexa has him in prime position to weaken him for a fall. His movements become labored as his head and face redden. Not even chants of JOEY! JOEY! JOEY are having an impact. Joey starts to go limp. His hand weakly signalling that he taps. Alexa sees this as a sign, choosing to finally release him. She stands up with a foot placed on his head triumphantly, soaking in the hatred fans have with her. After wiping the sweat from her brow, Joey is muscled over her shoulders.

Jerry Andrews (covering his eyes): I can't watch...

Ace Anderson: Plug your ears, because Joey is about to come crashing down.

Alexa shifts so that Joey is in position to be gorilla press slammed. That sinister look returns to her features, but comes with a bevy of taunts for not only the faithful, but Joey as well. Handy is finally pressed an additional six feet in the air, bringing his potential fall to twenty-six feet.

Or will it?!

Joey reaches down for whatever he's got left to fight with. Alexa is unable to dump him due to Joey shifting enough of his body that he locks those limbs up. Alexa turns herself sideways, now staring down the length of the scaffold rather than over it. Handy puts the point of his elbow behind her ear. She loses her advantage! Joey has her bridged...backslide driver!! Or as he calls the finisher, UNLEVELER! Alexa is folded like an accordion...

JOEY DUMPS HER OFF THE SCAFFOLD!!

Tables explode as Alexa crashes through the stacks, hitting the ring at a reduced thud, but with enough of an explosion to satisfy the eager who wanted her to lose this match. Alexa is buried in wooden debris as the bell is called for over the playing of Weird Al.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Joey "The Handyman" Handy!

Exasperated, but victorious, Joey celebrates high above the ring, acknowledging the fans and breathing a major sigh of relief. Alexa slowly rolls herself out of the ring after Joey has climbed down to level ground. If she could attack, she would. Handy tags some hands on his walk to the back.

WINNER: JOEY HANDY

Jerry Andrews: I can honestly not believe what we've just seen. And not just in that match, which was clearly brutal, but as a whole tonight.

Ace Anderson: And it's not going to get any less chaotic and violent, because coming up next is a match between Grimm and Seromine. A match where Grimm's shovel is completely and totally legal.

Jerry Andrews: Let's go back to the most recent episode of Trauma and see how exactly that happened.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma  Thursday February 28th, 2019 A shot of President Loki's office door shows on the big screen. Given the chaos that has already transpired, one must wonder, including nosy backstage interviewer, Shane Dodge, what's happening inside. With mic in hand and cue to quit primping himself in the camera lens, Dodge goes into professional mode. Shane: What an evening this has been and the night is still young. I'm standing outside of President Loki's office where just a few minutes ago, Seromine and Lucy Willard were summoned inside. But before that transpired, they provided this: Somewhere earlier... A static image of a single mannequin greets the viewer's eyes. Ordinarily this wouldn't matter all that much. But this particular prop has been dressed to look like Phinehas Grimm. Breaking up the monotony, a waving hand emerges off-camera from the right and with it, a most pleasing voice. "Hi Grimm! Hi! Hel-loooo! Listen, we really wanted to speak with you tonight, but decided to give you the night off instead. Wasn't that nice of us? Hmm? Don't you worry none. We'll see you soon enough, won't we, son?" Seromine rises up into the picture as he relaxes his right arm over the plastic shoulders. He nods with approval. "We sure will. I want you to enjoy your evening, Phinehas. I want you to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the night that God sent me to cut you down, because history has a way of repeating itself. Stomp. Clap." "Oh! That reminds me, I brought you a present." Lucy passes a shovel off. "Thank you! I know just what to do with this." One good clean swipe later and the head is sent flying into the camera, breaking the lens and sending up a prepared TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES screen. The image is a cartoon version of Joey Handy vigorously repairing wires. The show returns to the live show as an angered Lucy and Seromine emerge. He slams the door so hard the echo may shatter glasses in catering. Shane: Seromine, may I ask what just happened in there? Lucy gently pulls him away before things blow up in Shane's face. She sternly takes the question herself. Lucy: If you must know, Mr. Dodge, we have just been informed that due to our interactions with Phinehas Grimm, his weapon of choice has been made legal. Shane does his best "Mean" Gene reaction to that news. She has something else to say before he follows up. Lucy: That's not the only thing. He said that I'm not allowed at ringside! Can you believe that? I'm his mother, for pete's sake! He needs me out there to make sure nothing gets out of hand. I've done nothing wrong! I don't know what Loki's agenda is, but I don't like it. If anything bad happens to my son, I'll--- Lucy quickly cuts herself off. Her anger fades under the facade of happiness. Controlling her emotions, she projects a beaming smile. Lucy: There's nothing to be upset about, Shane. Nothing at all. She does an about face and exits stage left, leaving Shane to ponder what may happen at Mass Destruction when Grimm has the chance for revenge.

Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall! As a reminder, the shovel of Phinehas Grimm is LEGAL and can be used at any time in the match!  

The announcement elicits loud cheers as fans are hoping to see the weapon used against the most hated man in PCW.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first... 

The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.

Sasha Greene: From Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs 217 lbs, he...IS...GRIMM!! 

Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.

A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

...with his signature shovel already in hand and the aura of malice in the air.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent! 

The pipe organ opening of Be Still for the Presence of the Lord welcomes the gathered faithful to the arrival of their savior. As The Beverley Minster Congregation begin to sing the hymn, Seromine enters from around the ramp in an open carriage, horse-drawn buggy. What's immediately noticeable is he's suffered some sort of trauma, witnessed by his pained grimace and hunched over body as he tries controlling the reins the best as possible.

Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. He weighs two hundred and forty pounds. He is The Serpentine Sermonizer, SEROMINE! 

He halts the clydesdales, but the effort feels more difficult than it should. His entrance attire is missing, highlighting the disarray of his white button-up shirt. Seromine clenches his teeth, needing no less than three efforts to get his body to move out of the carriage.

The second his body weight is pressed on the step, the carriage wheels on the left pop off, partially collapsing the ride. Seromine is dumped with an awkward tumble that drives him between the barrier and concrete, further adding insult to injuries.

Seromine initially clings to his ribs, but as he crawls to a stand, favors the back of his head. There is no sympathy from the faithful, but there is a cocktail of boos, more boos, and laughter.

Yes Carrie, they are all laughing at him.

Seromine staggers pathetically to the ring with each step exerting its toll on him. He glowers at Grimm, mouthing words to the effect of casting blame on him for his present state. He eventually gets himself in the ring and is immediately checked over by the official.

Jerry Andrews: We have no idea who did this to Seromine, but it's apparent he was taken to the woodshed before he came out.

Ace Anderson: Thank you, Captain Obvious. Perhaps we should summon the ghost of Ray Combs and play Family Feud to list off attackers.

Grimm casts a cold stare, blanketing ice over his foe as he awaits the chance to finish what he's being accused of starting. Seromine is shown demanding the referee ring the bell, explaining that so long as he's breathing, he's going to compete. But first, he has a microphone issued to him upon request.

Jerry Andrews: Do you think he's about to call for his mother?

Ace Anderson: Show your LORD AND SAVIOR some respect!

Jerry Andrews: He is not my anything!

Seromine coughs away from the prop. His green eyes shift at the shovel and then up to Grimm. A partial grin shows.

Seromine: Isaiah 54:17. No weapon that is fashioned against you shall succeed, and you shall confute every tongue that rises against you in judgment. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord and their vindication from me, declares the Lord.



Through his disorientation he continues.

Seromine: I see you, sinner. I see you in the flesh, assailant. GOD *sharp exhale* knows the truth of what you did...and he wants you to know...

The microphone slips out of his hand. He picks himself up with Grimm still showing no capacity for emotion. He may be processing everything that has led to this moment in his head like a flip book, but Grimm is still his frightening self.

Singles Match
Seromine vs Grimm
Referee: Nigel Gale
* Grimm's shovel is legal as a weapon in this match

Seromine orders the bell be rung. The referee questions if he's sure and is given the affirmative. So he does just that.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Seromine digs for whatever he has in the way of fight and comes right after Grimm, paying for it with a clean swipe of the shovel to the midsection. He's flipped like it were a running knee. While doubled over, Grimm hauls off and gives him one hellacious shot across the back. Seromine topples to his side and goes into some sort of spastic "Curly Shuffle" while cursing at the top of his lungs.

Grimm continues to attack with a shovel equivalent of the Garvin stomp. Each time he connects blade to body part, the crowd stomps and claps. Phinehas leans his signature weapon against the ropes. Seromine is picked up to his feet. His feeble attempts at offense are negated by a powerful headbutt, spinning him around so that his back is to Grimm.

Grimm bell claps him in order to turn him back around. Seromine is then whipped HARD from corner to corner, culminating with a back body drop that again brings some R rated language. Grimm drops to a knee to blatant choke the holy ghost out of Seromine's battered body. Grimm gets in close so The Serpentine Sermonizer can gaze into those pale blues as asphyxiation takes its natural course. Only the five count gives him a reprieve.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is punishing Seromine for his sins and reminding another veteran of why nobody wants to be fed to him.

Ace Anderson: It's a good thing Seromine's beard isn't long enough to be shoved in his mouth.

Seromine next faces a trio of running offense: back elbow, running lariat and a shoulderblock. He tries in vain to roll out of the ring following that, but well placed shovel jabs to the hands has a way of stopping one's desire. Grimm takes Seromine to the corner with a claw hold, digging those nails in like the silver spheres used by The Tall Man in the Phantasm movies. Seromine's cries of agony nearly has him disqualified for a low blow, but his foot wasn't spotted.

Grimm is belted with a quick knee lift, but that only stands him upright for a charging spear to the midsection. Seromine crumples in the corner, his head lays back on the bottom turnbuckle. Grimm drags him away to the middle of the ring, giving him the opportunity to stare at the bright lights. The Hangtown Horror perches himself on the top rope, hitting a missile dropkick, then going for a pin.

1.

2.

Seromine somehow manages to kick out, but at a cost to what his body is feeling. Grimm pulls him up by the black ribbon bow tie, but Seromine catches him with a quick uppercut out of desperation. It has very little effect and green lights a shove backwards to the ropes. Savate kick! Samoan drop! Grimm wedges the shovel between the top and middle turnbuckle in a far corner before collecting a fallen Seromine.

He slugs away lifelessly, by falls victim to a drop toe hold that plants his face into the center of the shovel blade. The impact is loud enough to make some cringe and most collectively go OOOOH. Seromine falls on spaghetti legs while he covers his face up (could be to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be). Seromine gets Irish whipped and is picked up for a spinebuster.

Jerry Andrews: Arn Anderson would put his seal of approval on that! Seromine is getting what he deserves in this match and I think he's bit off more than he can chew.

Ace Anderson: Such blatant favoritism. You're like President Loki that way. That's why the shovel was made legal. It's a conspiracy!

Jerry Andrews: ...Seromine is also able to use it.

Seromine's eyes go glassy following a snap DDT, giving him a taste of his own medicine. But he still has life in him! Grimm dislodges the shovel, but chooses not to use it. Instead, Seromine is powered to his feet and given the gift of DEAD RECKONING. Which is followed up by a FODDERSHOCK ONTO the shovel! Seromine lays motionless with his lips kissing the cold blade. Grimm promptly pushes him over to his back and hooks the leg.

1.

2.

3---KICK OUT!

Grimm appears annoyed by this. Seromine will have regrets. He will question his decision making that built this encounter. What Grimm is delivering is a good stout beating, an order of magnitude hardly seen against Seromine. Grimm wields his shovel once again, gripping it tight in his hands, watching...waiting...for the moment Seromine decides to get in range. He does and when Grimm goes to put him out of his misery...

Jerry Andrews: RED MIST!

But it isn't sprayed in Grimm's eyes as intended. Seromine sits back on his feet. His head is slumped down with hands placed in his lap. Sweat drips down like translucent drops of blood. Seromine is beaten to hell, in all sorts of pain, and looking as if the end is near. But his effort to mist things back in his favor, thereby enabling a potential second wind, has instead coated the shovel blade.

And Grimm is not pleased by the sight. Seromine lifts his head up. Sensing the inevitable, he fearfully eeks out "Mommy..." before the shovel is plunged diagonally between his eyes!! There is a mass collective chant of HOLY SHIT as the object is partially embedded. Blood spurts out of the wound. Grimm pulls it back as Seromine face plants on his hands. Grimm slams the shovel over and over and over to the head, neck, and back of Seromine, a play on his ABSOLUTION STOMP. Each shot unrelenting in its viciousness.

Finally...it ends. Lucy Willard has frantically raced down to the ring with overwhelming concern, bringing with her a white towel that gets tossed in at the referee's feet. The referee accepts the decision and calls for the bell. Lucy is in the ring and by her son's side before Nigel Gale even turns back around.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Grimm!

The grief stricken mother carefully applies the towel to Seromine's face. She screams at Nigel to get help to the ring. Grimm stares at what he's done, but with the win secured, departs without any further commitment to the proceeding. He's ushered out to Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)."

WINNER: GRIMM

If not for their job descriptions, Lucy would have gone after anyone that dared approach. Even as officials and a pair of paramedics work on Seromine, she remains right by his side. Nigel attempts to calm the waters and is promptly told through tears, "Look what you did to him! Look what you ALL did to him!"

Jerry Andrews (solemnly): I don't know what to say here, other than I hope Seromine will be alright.

Ace Anderson: This is the part of the business nobody likes to see, but injuries come with the territory.

Jerry Andrews: It has been one heck of a show so far with scores being settled and there's still more to come. They are putting Seromine on the stretcher now...

The ring is finally cleared of everyone. Seromine is rushed as quick as can be to the back and will be going to the local hospital shortly.

The cameras pan around the arena, showing the cheering faithful as "Relentless" plays once again.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a show we have had tonight and we still have two HUGE matches left!

Ace Anderson: And coming up next is one I've really been looking forward to. Dominator meets Stormm for the North American title. Tonight, the mind games and the attacks and the stealing of the title belt will come to an end, and we'll see them battle one-on-one. I can't wait!

Jerry Andrews: And you don't have to! It's coming up right now!

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW North American Championship.

The crowd cheers.

Sasha Greene: introducing first, the challenger. He weighs in at 365 lbs... from Salisbury, England... DOMINATOR!!

The arena is enveloped in total darkness, save for a solitary spotlight shining at a vacant spot central to the stage. Stepping into view, Horacio Mortimer is welcomed by a chorus of thunderous boos. He wastes little time, extending his arm as if to beckon the audience to bear witness to a presentation crafted of his own accord.

Indeed, this very sentiment rings true in the most literal sense as a graphic appears on the Tron in scripted white letters; “A Presentation By The Chronological Order,” Horacio steps aside as the lights suddenly begin flashing fiery colours; orange, yellow, white and red, as the image change to the hands of a clock spiralling out of control, accompanied by an ominous guitar riff. After a few seconds, the name that strikes fear towards all who oppose him appears in front of another image of a clock in bold red letters…

DOMINATOR

The guitars suddenly increase their tempo and energy as the Tron shows the total devastation of various PCW stars at the hands of the titular monster. The Zenith arrives with purpose, standing directly next to Horacio Mortimer. Dominator looks out across the sea of fans in attendance, lifting his forearm in front of his face whilst flexing his gargantuan bicep to display the wristwatch that he wears always, without fail. As he raises his arm further into the air, to the point where the giant cannot reach any higher, a shower of fiery sparks falls from the top of the Tron, briefly masking the entrance video being played. He holds this position for no more than eight seconds before lowering it, taking deep breaths in preparation for the oncoming duel.

The thrashing of the guitars mirrors the intensity in every single one of The Zenith’s strides. Horacio follows his client at his own pace. Dominator makes no attempt to slap hands with the fans. However, with every step they make, there is a heightened commotion from the crowed. It isn’t until Dominator make it halfway down the ramp that he and Horacio notice the figures raising out of the crowd like shadows.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve seen this before, Ace. On the big stage at Collision Course, the shadows appeared during Grimm’s entrance too.

Ace Anderson: Against this monster, Stormm is going to have to do everything he can to get the upper hand.

Jerry Andrews: An attack on Dominator before the bell rings might do it!

Ace Anderson: Or it’ll just anger him even more than he did two weeks ago on Trauma!

Unphased, Dominator reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his arm in the air in the exact same manner as he had done atop the entrance ramp, lifting it with malicious purpose to display the watches covering his wrists.

The shadows in the crowd have stopped raising up, a good fifteen feet above those in attendance. All four of the black cloaked figures have North American title belts around their would-be waists.

Cricking his neck back and forth before swinging his arms in preparation for the impending fight, Dominator continues to ignore the scare tactics. All the while, that devious smile is still on his face and he looks to make eye contact with his opponent without a single hint of intimidation. Horacio Mortimer patrols the perimeter of the ring, only glancing slightly at the display in the crowd. The music slowly fades, the lights returning to a more average level of illumination as Dominator waits with masked enthusiasm for the start of the match.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator might not be phased, but this is an eerie sight, folks.

Ace Anderson: Does Jerry need his blankey?

Enough time passes for the crowd to get amped up with anticipation before anything happens. The four figures still looming overhead with their title belts secured around their midsections. Then, with a flash, the lights go out, but four spotlights remain, illuminating the figures floating above the crowd.

One spotlight goes out, then another, and another, until one remains. Then it begins to flash on and off, but fixated on a different shadow each time it flickers back on, slowly at first, and then the speed at which figure is illuminated accelerates, until it gets so fast it looks as if all four spotlights are on again. Then they all shut off, and the arena is left in darkness, but only for a moment.

Four spotlights flash back on again, but this time they are pointed at each of the four corners of the ring, where on the top turnbuckle of each corner, a North American Championship replica appears, and the crowd cheers!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is playing heavy on the mind games this time Ace.

Ace Anderson: He’s going to have to throw everything including the kitchen sink to distract The Zenith.

Jerry Andrews: That must be what comes next!

Without warning, the spotlights flash off, and the sounds of rhythmic drums began to beat like an oncoming war emanate from the darkness. 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.

There is something amiss, though, and very faint figures can be made out in the dim orange light lining the entrance ramp, and the music sounds less pre-recorded. Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, four spotlights hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and the shadows instantly come into view. A fifth spotlight shines on the middle of the stage, and the ramp lights come up a little more to bring a percussion and strings line into view.

Just a few moments pass, and into the center spotlight, Stormm comes into view!

Sasha Greene: 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 the four shadows in the lead. In is left hand a black, wooden bat is clenched tight, and the North American title belt is hanging from his right.

Sasha Greene: 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. The four shadows have secured their spots, one on each side of the ring, poised to attack. In one fluid motion, Stormm 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.

However, he doesn’t climb into the ring like usual, he simply turns toward Dominator, and remains on the apron while the music begins to fade out, and the crowd noise begins to die down. Stormm, and his four shadows, just look on with anticipation while the Force of Nature removes his coat. The tension is rising as everyone waits to see what happens next.

Ace Anderson: Here it comes, Jerry!

And just like that, he drops the title belt onto the apron, and appears to enter the ring at the same time as his shadows, but the spotlights have flashed off, and left the arena in darkness once more. Only the sounds of a scuffle of some sort can be heard in the moments of darkness, and when the arena lights come back on, nobody expected to see what was in the center of the ring.

It wasn’t Stormm.

It wasn’t four men dressed in black cloaks attacking.

It was still Dominator, looking ready to fight rather than standing stoically, but rather than being surrounded by foes, he was surrounded by what appears to be a mound of North American title belt replicas, while Stormm and his shadows remained standing on the floor outside of the ring, Stormm with a trademark smirk plastered across his face.

Handing his championship belt to the timekeeper, the lights flash off for the final time, and when they come back up, it’s just Stormm and Dominator toe to toe in the center of the ring, ready for a fight!

Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship
Singles Match
Stormm (PCW North American ©) vs Dominator
Referee: Eric Russo

Ace Anderson: What in the damn hell is going on?!

Jerry Andrews: It's pure mind games, as far as I can see. We both both Stormm and Dominator's camps have been going one up on each other trying to get in each other's heads.

Ace Anderson: All I know is we've gone from mini Stormms to weirdos in black cloaks. And are these guys going to stay out at ringside the whole time?

Jerry Andrews: I don't know, but knowing how cagey Stormm is, anything is possible.

Dominator throws a sneaky right hand before the bell even rings, but Stormm ducks under it and he waits until the big man turns around, and Stormm is able to clothesline him out of the ring! Dominator gets right back to his feet, and there's a moment of pure surprise on the big man's face, but Dom suddenly breaks into a smile and nods his head, yes, this is what he wanted. Dominator walks around the ring, coming to the foot of the ramp and he holds his arms out, motioning for Stormm to come get him, their game is only beginning. Stormm, annoyed, gets out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm may have had the early advantage, spooked Dominator a little at first with the shadows, but now Dominator is motioning for Stormm to come out there so they can fight on his terms.

Ace Anderson: -Which in my opinion is a terrible mistake, Dominator is a former Underground champion, he thrives on using his elements to his advantage.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator isn't a man who gets by on no game plan, that's for sure.

Stormm, not intimidated by the size difference, charges up the entrance ramp and launches himself at Dominator, connecting with a punch to the face. Stormm continues his onslaught, pummelling Dominator back towards the base of the Tron. Dominator shoves Stormm away, giving him the space he needs. Stormm runs back at Dominator, but is met with a knee to the mid section, following by an overhead punch that lands against Stormm’s kidney. Stormm drops to his knees as Dominator grabs the back of his neck, immediately hoisting him back up to his feet, but Stormm suddenly gouges the eyes of Dominator. Dominator releases his hold as Stormm delivers a sharp kick to the back of Dominator’s knees. The big man goes down onto one knee. Stormm goes for an enziguri, hitting its mark right to the side of Dominator’s face. As Dominator sways, Stormm looks to hit a DDT on the ramp, but Horacio Mortimer interjects himself. Stormm, sneering at the manager, pie faces him and shoves him away, but Mortimer cowers and says he's just an advocate. Mortimer continues to plead and blubber as Stormm stands there looking at him, and then Dominator rises up like a horror movie villain. He has an angered look on his face. He shoves Mortimer out of the way, who seems stunned by this action, and gives Stormm a throat thrust uppercut. Then, Dominator points at Mortimer, telling him to get out of there. Shocked, Mortimer nods. Dominator smacks Stormm's head off the metal pipes surrounding the entrance way. Dominator lifts Stormm into the air and places him over his shoulder, striding down the entrance ramp and suddenly lifting Stormm up high and dropping him right over the ring barricade.

Jerry Andrews: With all of these outside interferences getting involved and both men on the outside, it seems like a lumberjack match.

As Stormm pushes himself away from the barricade, Dominator grabs him by the arm and goes to irish whip him in the direction of the steel steps. Stormm tries to stop himself, but Dominator delivers the move with such force that Stormm cannot, instead crashing shoulder first into the steel steps. He reels in pain on the ground, but Dominator is not done. He hauls Stormm back up once again and stuffs him under the bottom rope. Dominator climbs into the ring where the referee has been waiting and beckoning them for both to enter the ring since their brawl initially started, a fact which had been ignored throughout the transition. Finally, the referee signals for the bell as Stormm pulls himself back up onto his feet once more.

Jerry Andrews: Somehow, some way, this match hasn't been thrown out just yet.

Stormm has taken a battering, but he is not willing to give up just yet. Stormm runs at Dominator, going for another running lariat, springing up into the air so that there is full force behind his punch, but Dominator swings Stormm in a circle, driving him into the mat with a powerslam Dominator quickly smirks as he gets back up to his feet. Stormm struggles to roll onto his front and push himself back up. Dominator grabs him by the back of the neck yet again, plucking him back into the air and holding Stormm with one hand by his cheeks. He shouts some abuse into his face, but Stormm suddenly counters with a low blow. Dominator instantly lets go of Stormm, keeling over painfully. Stormm runs at the ropes, rebounding and flattening Dominator with a Million dollar knee lift.

Jerry Andrews: And the big man is taken off his feet!

Ace Anderson: Stormm is just jamming a stick into a beehive, it’s only a matter of time before he gets stung.

Jerry Andrews: I think you mean, Stormm stirred up a hornet's nest?

Ace Anderson: Did I mix metaphors again? I always miss those like a ship in the night.

Jerry Andrews: ........Sigh.

Stormm begins to deliver an array of ground based moves to Dominator. Stomps to the chest, elbow drops, knee drops and the like before finally kneeling down on Dominator’s torso and delivering an array of punches to Dominator’s head. Dominator claws at Stormm, trying to force him to dismount whilst swatting the punches away. Dominator finally manages to get Stormm to cease his attack by raking his eyes, a tactic deployed by Stormm not so long ago. Dominator throws Stormm off of him and quickly climbs to one knee. Stormm jogs a few steps away and comes in with a brutal driveby kick, leaving his feet and hitting Dominator with such force that Dom's head bobs around while he's falling back.

Jerry Andrews: What a move by Stormm!

Stormm makes the cover on Dominator...

The referee: One...

















Two... Kickout.

Dominator POWERS out of the pin, sending Stormm crashing across the ring. Stormm catches his breath as Dominator angrily gets back up to his feet. Dominator charges at Stormm, picking him up and ramming him into the corner, before unleashing a combination of shoulder thrusts to the mid section. Dominator backs away for one final blow, looking to hit The Dominant Force in the corner. He lunges at Stormm, who quickly pulls himself up onto the top turnbuckle. Dominator’s shoulder goes straight into the steel ring post. He roars in pain, trying to withdraw his now trapped shoulder from the corner. Stormm stands on the top rope, delivering a version of a dropkick to Dominator’s spine before rolling across the canvas. Stormm climbs between the ropes, grabbing Dominator’s arm and slamming it against the ring post. He bellows in pain once again as Stormm follows up with a punch to the face. Dominator is finally able to pry his shoulder out of the turnbuckle and stands back up in the center of the ring, trying to shake the pain out of his arm, rolling his shoulder back and forth to get the blood flowing again. He isn’t aware of Stormm, who has now climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, perched like a cat ready to pounce. Dominator turns, when Stormm finally makes a bold leap, looking to take down Dominator with a crossbody, but this time Dominator catches Stormm in midair before driving Stormm’s ribs into his knee with a rib breaker. Stormm yells in pain, but Dominator doesn’t release Stormm, instead he repeats the painful move twice over before lifting Stormm high above his head before putting him in a torture rack.

Jerry Andrews: You know, comparatively, Pure Class Wrestling only has two or three people over 250 pounds on the roster currently. And I'm just saying, Stormm is no small man himself, but -

Ace Anderson: But Dominator is slinging him around like a sack of potatoes. I see it, too.

Dominator roars for Stormm to give up. Stormm refuses, even as he's being wrung in the torture rack. Finally, Stormm fights Dominator off, making him release the hold with a machine gun intense barrage of elbows to the side of the head, until the hold finally slackens. Stormm then slips off Dominator's shoulder, and he then gets over by the ropes, trying to catch his breath and holding his lower back. Dominator then blinks his eyes and shakes his head, and he sees Stormm over by the ropes and it has the effect of a matador's cape and a bull. Dominator charges at Stormm, but Stormm, knowing some things, ducks down at just the right moment. He pulls the top rope down. Dominator, over balanced, falls over the top rope to the outside again. Dominator gets to his feet again, and he angrily slaps the mat. Then, he turns around and Stormm comes in with a wrecking ball dropkick. Dominator stumbles a few feet away in the aisle. Stormm sees his moment, readies himself, gets on the apron and tries to fly off with a double axe handle into the aisle. Dominator sees it coming, though, and in mid air wraps Stormm up, giving him a modified spinebuster by catching him out of the air and slinging him back first onto the edge of the apron. Stormm yells explosively, and holds his lower back, sinking down in pain. The crowd pops with an "Oooooooh" as his back is smashed into the apron.

Jerry Andrews: Good GOD, the hardest part of the ring!

Ace Anderson: It's like stepping on the edge of a stair when you're going down the steps at 2 am to get some milk and kahlua out of the fridge.

Jerry Andrews: ??.... It's not like that at all, Ace.

Ace Anderson: With your back, I was going to say! ...I mean, that shit hurts.

Dominator tosses Stormm off to the side and rolls into the ring. Dominator then rolls back out of the ring and goes back over to Stormm. Dominator raises a dazed Stormm up to his feet, and then throws his close arm over his shoulder and tosses Stormm over his back with a T-Bone suplex that leaves Stormm's body fidgeting on the concrete. Dominator lifts Stormm back up to his feet and applies a bearhug. Stormm fights to turn Dominator's head, and as Dominator taunts him Stormm shoves his fingers into Dominator's mouth and eye sockets. Dominator release the bearhug and tries to pull Stormm's hand out of his mouth, but when Dominator fails to succeed he kicks Stormm between the legs stooping him over. The ref somehow sees none of it. Stupid-ass blind ref. Dominator lifts Stormm up, putting him on his shoulders and smashing him the hard way onto the floor with an Alabama slamma. Stormm's body fidgets on the concrete.

Five...



Six...



Seven....

Dominator rolls back into the ring and then back out again to break the count. He throws Michaels inside, and goes for a cover. The ref counts...

Referee: One...

















Two... kickout.

Dominator pulls a dazed Stormm up, walking him over and he slams Michaels's head off the turnbuckle. Dominator slaps Michaels in the chest several times with a series of chops. Dominator picks Stormm up and he sits him up on the top rope. Dominator stars to climb up, but Stormm stops him with a rake to the eyes. Stormm shoves Dominator off of the ropes with a boot. Stormm stands up on the second rope, and just as Dominator stands up, he turns away, blinking and scrubbing at his eyes, Stormm flies and he crushes Dominator with a second rope bulldog. Stormm crawls over and he drapes his arm across Dominator’s chest.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is still showing signs of life!

The referee: One…

















Two… Kickout!

Stormm is pulling himself up. He rests against the ropes. He waits for Dominator to get to his hands and knees. When he does, Stormm runs and he drives his knee into the side of Dominator’s head with a Million Dollar knee lift. Stormm pulls Dominator up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the return Stormm takes Dominator down with a back body drop. Dominator stands up, as Stormm runs to the ropes, and he takes Dominator's knee out with a chop block. Stormm grabs a hold of Dominator’s legs, and then he applies a figure four leglock. Stormm jerks back a few times, making Dominator scream in pain. The ref asks if he gives, but Dominator shakes his head emphatically.

Ace Anderson: Any time you have a big man like Dominator, especially one as top heavy as he is, structurally speaking you want to weaken his base. Brings the whole bridge down. It's basic physics and engineering.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive analysis, since I know you were a B minus student in both.

Ace Anderson: It's things you learn by experience! I'm an earner, not a learner! ...

Several seconds tick by as Stormm cinches the hold in, even pounding on Dominator's leg. Dominator flings his arms, and the referee asks if he gives up but Dom roars that he does not. Finally, Stormm releases the hold for a second. Stormm puts Dominator’s leg across the second rope. He slingshots over the ropes, and on the way down, he grabs a hold of Dominator’s leg, wrenching it on the second rope. Stormm slides right back in and he puts Dominator in an anklelock submission. Dominator reaches out to the ropes, but Stormm drags him to the middle of the ring before he can get to it. Stormm turns the move over into a half- Boston crab. Dominator screams in pain as Stormm sits back on the move. Dominator reaches for the ropes. His head sags, and the ref begins to check on him. Dominator slowly makes his way as he crawls towards the ropes. Stormm tries to pull him back in, but Dominator's hand shoots out and he grabs the bottom rope. Stormm is forced to release the hold. Stormm gets to his feet as Dominator holds his knee in pain. Stormm tries to pull him back to the center of the ring so he can reapply the hold. Dominator twists his body in such a way that he’s able to push Stormm off with his other foot. Stormm flies and he smacks the corner face first. Dominator gets up to his feet, favoring his injured knee. Stormm turns around, only to be slammed to the mat with a spinebuster. Both men are down for a second as the ref checks on them. Dominator is the first man to move, pushing himself up. Stormm also starts to stir, but Dominator is to his feet before Stormm can get up. Stormm stands up with his back to Dominator. Dominator wraps his arms around Stormm's waist and he flings him with a high angle release German suplex. Dominator stands up and he gets charged up by his adrenaline rush. Dominator pulls Stormm to his feet and he executes an Irish whip. Dominator destroys Stormm on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. He rolls over for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: On one good leg!

The referee: One...

















Two... Kickout!

Dominator goes over to Stormm and picks him up for a back suplex, but as he transitions to the half nelson to perform his slam, Stormm spins around into Dominator and nails him with a standing dropkick that sends the big man through the ropes. Stormm follows afterward. Dominator staggers to his feet as Stormm begins laying punches onto Dominator's face and the ref's all "get your asses back in here before I start this count".

One...



Two...



Three...



Four...

Stormm gets up off of Dominator and raises his right hand up into the air trying to get the crowd back into the match. Dominator slowly begins to sit up in a daze, and from behind Stormm runs at him, grabbing the back of Dominator's head as he flips over with an overcastle snapping Dominator's neck.

Five...



Six...

Jerry Andrews: Stormm just rebounded in this match against Dominator, clearly showing that hes still in the fight.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, and now he's bringing the fight this way.

Stormm removes the monitors and loose items, throwing them all off to the side as he places Dominator on top of the table hitting him with a few punches along the way.



Seven...



Eight...

Stormm then rolls back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Ace Anderson: Here we go again!!!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm leaps from the top and...

Stormm jumps off with a splash, and Dominator puts his knees up before the impact tossing Stormm off to the side onto his feet holding his ribs for only a moment, as the impact causes the table to collapse and Dominator to fall down in it's debris, and Stormm falls on top of Dominator after all is said and done.

Jerry Andrews My God!!!

Ace Anderson: This dude has the world's worst aim!!

One...



Two...



Three...



Four...

Both men remain down and not moving.

Jerry Andrews: That might have just done both of them in.

Ace Anderson: When you get down through all the mind games and the title stealing, both of these men are just flat out trying to out do each other.

Five...



Dominator starts to move.



Six...

Dominator shoves Stormm off and begins crawling back to the ring as Stormm begins to move around as well.



Seven...

Stormm begins crawling to the ring. Dominator rolls into the ring, crawling to make added distance between him and the ropes for when Stormm enters. As a half-dead Force of Nature gets in, he eats a big boot right in the mush. Stormm drops like a stone, and Dominator rolls him over. He covers...

The referee: One...















Two...





















Thre- Kickout.

The crowd roars as their anti-hero is still magically alive in this. Dominator can't believe it. His eyes are open wide with frustration and shock. Dominator tells the ref that Stormm is out, but The ref tells him he got the shoulder up. Dominator and the ref argue, and then Dominator spots Stormm getting up and Dominator boots him back down. Dominator lifts Stormm up, goozles (weird word, but it's the description) the throat, and goes for a onehanded chokeslam, but Stormm is able to pull his head loose, and he quickly hooks Dominator's head from the side and hits a variation of an inverted STO. He covers, then.

Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood to Dominator!

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Thre- Kickout.

Stormm looks dazed, and in complete disbelief. He looks up at the referee, asking if that was three, but the ref responds with a shake of his head. Stormm curses, and he goes to pull the big man up. Suddenly Dominator breaks free and grabs him around the throat for a chokeslam again. Stormm cuts him off with his thumbs in Dominator's eyes, and he rakes Dominator's face. Dominator screams, and scrubs at his eyes. Stormm clips his knee out with a dropkick, taking Dominator down to one knee, and then Stormm grips him by the head and gives him an inverted facelock backbreaker, dropping down to his knees and driving Dominator's neck and back across his shoulder. Dominator drops to the mat, holding his spine. Stormm grits his teeth in anger and says that it's over. He walks over to Dominator's legs and, after struggling to apply the hold with Dominator's thick legs, turns him over into a Texas cloverleaf with a knee digging into Dominator's back. Dominator screams in pain.

Ace Anderson: On a man Dominator's size, that's like, seven feet of agony right there!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has gone back to Dominator's leg, and is doing everything he can to punish Dom into giving up.

Dominator struggles to get loose of the hold, but Stormm has all the leverage. Dominator flails his arms, trying to get the the ropes by turning himself. He can barely reach the bottom rope. Stormm shouts for him if he wants to give himself up now. He says Dominator can still save himself. The referee asks if he gives up, and Dominator shouts "NO!!" Dominator tries reaching for the ropes, and finally, after a moment, he stretches out and get the bottom rope. The ref orders the hold to be broken. Stormm immediately breaks the hold and begins furiously booting Dominator's back. He mounts Dominator in a camel clutch position with a knee in his back, and uses one free arm to pummel Dominator with wicked looking crossface forearm shots, before pulling back on the submission hold. Dominator shouts in pain, but hangs onto the ropes. The ref tells Stormm to release the hold, and Stormm hangs on past the four count, almost to a count of five, before letting go. He gets to his feet, pacing around intensely, yelling for Dominator to get up.

Jerry Andrews: I think Stormm is closing in on the victory.

Ace Anderson: If Stormm wins, that's, what, over 1000 cumulative days as North American Champion? I don't know, but I feel like he's going to tell us how important it is.

Dominator slowly up to his feet, and Stormm drops him with a snap suplex. He lifts Dominator up, peppering his forehead with right hands, and attempts to pick up the dead weight and go for an inverted implant DDT. Dominator won't let himself be maneuvered. He stays where he is, and Stormm attempts to whip him into the corner, but Dominator plants his feet and won't budge. Dominator resists Stormm's attempt to irish whip him, and then he whips Stormm with force into the corner. Stormm hits back first, and arches his back in pain, shouting. He slumps in the corner. Dominator slowly gets to his feet and charges for a big corner splash. At the last second, Stormm moves out of the way, and Dominator hits chest first, stumbling back. Stormm uses Dominator's lack of balance to pull him over into a schoolboy pin, and he puts his feet on the middle ropes for leverage.

Jerry Andrews: Damn it, Stormm is trying to steal it!

Ace Anderson: Perfectly on brand, honestly.

The referee: One...



















Two...















Thre- Kickout!

Stormm looks shocked that his tactic did not result in a W, and he snarls at the referee, saying that was some old bullshit. The referee just shrugs his shoulders, and Stormm gets to his feet, sparing a dark look and some choice words for him. Stormm paces around, trying to get the crowd fired up, and then he runs over to the turnbuckle, jumps up to the second rope, and when Dominator gets up Stormm flips off backwards, looking for a shoulder block, but Dominator sidesteps, and pushes Stormm to the mat with force. Stormm lands on his back, and rolls around, holding his back. Dominator picks him up and plants him with, well, a gutwrench slam of a particular name.

Jerry Andrews: And Dominator plants Stormm with the Namesake!

Dominator covers...

The referee: One...

















Two...

















Three - Kickout!

Dominator pulls Stormm up and carries him over his shoulder, walking him over to the turnbuckle. Dominator deadlifts Stormm up onto the top rope, seating him on the turnbuckle, then he punches Stormm in the face and hooks his legs, picking him up off the turnbuckle and setting his neck against Dominator's shoulder with his legs hooked, then Dominator drops to his knees and nails a muscle buster. Dominator drops Stormm to the mat, runs a thumb across his throat, and then pulls Stormm up and wraps him up in a bearhug, shaking him around violently. Suddenly, at this point, one of the shadow men in black that attacked Dominator at the start of the match moves from where he was planted at ringside, and gets on the apron, and the black clad shadow moves to the apron, and the shadow man grabs Dominator's foot. Dominator, looking at the shadow, hurls Stormm to the ground. A second shadow man comes, and helps Stormm roll out of the ring, as Dominator is shouting choice words at the first one. Stormm and the shadow man are out in the aisle, and the shadow man tries to hold Stormm up. Stormm is shaking the cobwebs out. Dominator shouts for them to get back in the ring. Stormm looks at Dominator and makes a "Fuck this" gesture, and he begins walking away. The referee tells Dominator to stay back, and he starts counting Stormm out.

One...





Two...





Three...





Four...





Five...

Dominator says he's had enough. He exits the ring, and then breaks the count by rolling in and out. He then begins to follow Stormm up the ramp. Dominator catches up to them, and he decks the shadow man assisting Stormm up the ramp, then he whips Stormm around. However, Stormm boots Dominator's bad knee out, and is actually able to wrap his left arm around Dom's neck, and leans them backwards, grab a hold of Dom's tights with his free right hand, and drops him with an inverted implant DDT onto the ramp! Dominator hits on the back of his head, and isn't moving. Stormm takes a few gasping lungfuls of air, then he smiles wickedly down at the downed Dominator, and he gets to his feet quickly. Stormm then jogs back and slides in the ring. He demands to the referee that he begin counting Dominator out.

Jerry Andrews: Thanks to the shenanigans with the black clad figures from earlier, Stormm was able to distract Dom on the outside!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, I saw that coming, it didn't make any sense to introduce them at the beginning if it wasn't going to pay off later.

The referee looks sourly at Stormm, but Stormm is innocently holding his hands up and saying he did nothing illegal, so if the ref would please count. The referee starts counting Dominator out, and Dominator has yet to move from the top of the ramp.

One...





Two...





Three...





Four... Dominator has lifted his head, and is shaking the cobwebs out...





Five...





Six... Dominator pushes himself up to one knee, gripping the back of his head groggily...





Seven... Dominator seems to become fully aware of where he is, and how far it is. His jaw drops.





Eight... Dominator sprints forward at a speed that terrifies most people, trying to bridge the distance down the ramp...





Nine... Dominator reaches the apron and slides in, an arm first.

Furious at his countout plan being foiled, a frenzied Stormm grits his teeth and begins pummeling Dominator as soon as Dom is under the ropes. He lays a blitzkrieg assault of punches and clubs to the back, not letting Dominator get up. He gets to his feet, shouting, red faced, screaming that Dominator isn't getting by him this time. Stormm motions and shouts for Dominator to get his ass up. Dominator slowly pulls himself up, holding his back, and Stormm tries to hook him from the side for a spinning fisherman buster, but Dominator powers out of it, pushing Stormm off to the ropes. On the return, Dominator catches him around the throat and chokeslams him quickly. Dominator sinks to the mat, too exhausted to move.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator may have been too tired to put all the extra oomph into that, but he flattened Stormm!

It takes an aching eternity of seconds, but a winded Dominator begins pushing himself over on one elbow, then pulls Stormm over for a cover.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...

















THRE - Kickout!

Dominator covers his face and runs his hands through his hair, distraught. What more can he do?! He looks skyward, and then, his face firming with resolve, he gets slowly to his feet, favoring one knee. Dominator locks a crossface chickenwing submission on Stormm. Stormm's eyes widen. Dominator has the hold tightly in. Stormm tries to reach for the ropes, as his free arm frantically jitters around. Stormm screams in pain. The ref asks if he gives up. Stormm shakes his head no, but he keeps trying to reach the ropes. Dominator pulls back on the hold. . Stormm tries reaching out for the bottom rope, but it's just out of reach. Stormm looks like he might tap at any moment.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm's in trouble!

Stormm finally begins shaking with effort, red in the face, and he manages to fling his elbow back, pounding Dominator in the side of the head. Dominator releases the hold just so, and Stormm fights him off with stomps on his foot and more furious elbows. At length, Dom releases the hold, and both men drop to their knees, gasping and trying to regain some stamina. Stormm starts getting to his feet, and when Dominator gets up, holding his head in pain, Stormm boots him and attempts to lift him up for a spinning fisherman buster. However, Dominator shifts around and uses his weight advantage to slide down, turn Stormm around, and plant him with a lifted reverse STO. Both men lay side by side, unable to move after the last hit.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator just hit the Anachronism, but he is too tired to capitalize!

Ace Anderson: The way both of these men have been going, it could be anybody's ball game, but Dominator just has to recover enough to get the pin.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator's precious time is ticking away!

Dominator finally, moving like an old man, is able to turn over and pin Stormm.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...

















THRE - Kickout!

Dominator slumps back, his body wracked by fatigue and his face covered by doubt and disbelief. He starts breathing heavily, trying to get his massive body working again, and he looks around, blankly. He finally seems to come to a plan, and a defiant look crosses his face as he looks down at Stormm. He walks over to the ropes again. He starts climbing to the top rope, working slowly due to his level of injury to his leg. But at this point, Stormm shoots forward into the ropes, shaking them so that Dominator is knocked off the top rope. Dominator falls down on the top turnbuckle crotch first. Dominator's eyes open wide in pain. He holds his groin, and doubles over, holding himself. Dominator falls off the top turnbuckle back to the mat. He's still holding himself. Stormm is resting against the ropes, trying to hold himself up. Finally, he shakes the cobwebs out and begins pulling himself up to the top rope. He climbs up top, sets himself, and waits for Dominator to start pulling himself up. Stormm flies off with a blockbuster from the top rope, taking Dominator down. Now it's Stormm's turn to lay on the mat, breathing hard, but he grits it out and turns Dom over, covering him.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...















THREE - Kickout!

Stormm, his face full of shock and disbelief, stares open mouthed, he gets to his feet and grabs the referee's shirt. The ref tells him not to get too handsy or he'll eat a DQ, but Stormm is too incensed to care, he snarls and yells that this is ridiculous. Stormm shoves the referee and points a finger in his face, lecturing him. Finally, after telling the ref off to his satisfaction, he turns and sees Dominator trying to pull himself up on all fours and Stormm comes in with a wicked, mean spirited boot to the temple. Dominator falls back. Stormm mounts Dominator and begins laying into him with full on right hands to the face. The referee warns Stormm to back off. Stormm, having had enough of this official trying to tell him, gets up and snarls at the ref again, making the ref back off. Now, Stormm stalks Dom, biding his time. With Stormm behind Dominator he uses his right arm to grab Dominator's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Dominator's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Dominator's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Dominator's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Dominator's face as well. Dominator's eyes widen in pain.

Jerry Andrews: He's got the Eye of the Stormm locked in!!

Dominator shouts in pain, and he motions that he won't tap out. Stormm grins in triumph. Dominator looks like he can't last much longer. He reaches his free arm out to the ropes, but he comes up just short. Dominator's arm starts to fall, as if he's going unconscious.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is fading, Stormm is putting the giant down!

Ace Anderson: Another victory in Stormm's landmark title reign.

The ref asks Dominator if he gives up, and Dom says no, but he's losing strength with every second. Moments tick by in the hold, and Stormm shakes it back and forth, telling Dominator to give up. Finally, the ref asks Dominator if he gives up, and tries to lift the arm up and drop it. One.. twice... on the third time the referee lifts it up and lets it fall... THE ARM STAYS IN THE AIR! Dominator's eyes start blazing with life. He starts, implausibly to Stormm, pushing himself up, while Stormm shifts around, trying to keep the crossface locked in. Dominator is able to rise up to one knee with Stormm holding on to a crossface, and Dominator pulls an arm free. Stormm still, somehow tries to hang on, and Dominator, getting to his feet, roars with rage, and he falls back at top speed, smashing Stormm into the corner. Stormm releases the hold, winded, and Dominator doesn't let the surge of adrenaline spike end there, Stormm stumbles out of the corner, gasping and holding his chest and Dominator has crossed the ring and he cuts Stormm in half with a high impact Gore. The Force of Time folds Stormm in half.

Jerry Andrews: DOMINATOR IS ROLLING!

Dominator rests, and has to use the ropes to pull himself up. But then, he grits his teeth, holding his bad leg, and he shouts for Stormm to get up. He peels Stormm up off the mat with a hand around the throat, and lifts Stormm up for a chokeslam. Stormm drops out of it and hops to the side, kicks Dominator's leg out, and goes for a spinning fisherman buster, but Dominator simply elbows out of it, and before Stormm can react, Dominator flattens him with a second lifted reverse STO. Dominator, exhausting the last of his dying energy, turns Stormm over and hooks the leg.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has Stormm up - No, wait, Stormm has got him, he's calling for Force of Nature - NO! Anachronism!! Dominator with a second Anachronism!!

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...

















THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner.... and NEWWWWWW PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... DOMINATOR!!

"Losing My Religion" cover by Trivium hits on the PA, and Dominator, exhaustion written all over his face, sits up, a big smile on his lips. Horacio Mortimer can be seen coming back to the timekeepers table, retrieving the North American title belt.

WINNER: DOMINATOR

Jerry Andrews: Dominator has done it!! After a record-setting reign, Stormm has been dethroned!

Ace Anderson: Through all of the mind games these two have played over the past few weeks, and all of the tactics Stormm tried to get ahead in this match, Dominator prevailed!

Dominator is handed the North American title by Mortimer, and Dominator stands painfully, but he grips the title and holds it up, letting out a bellow to the crowd. Mortimer applauds. On the mat, Stormm is gripping his head in disbelief, as he's just coming back to consciousness. Dominator and Mortimer exit the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle we just saw. What a reign for Stormm, and what a victory for Dominator.

Ace Anderson: And we're not done yet. The steel cage is being assembled... it's almost time for our world title match.

Jerry Andrews: While they're setting everything up, let's go back to Collision Course and see how we got here.

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

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

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West 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 Greene: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 LBS, he is "The Hollywood Hero", GERARD ANGELO!

Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans wearing his merch, 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.

Jerry Andrews: This is where it all ends, the war of the words between Angelo and Shane. It's all been leading up to this cage match.

Ace Anderson: You got that right, both men have spoken their peace about who they think is to blame for the shortcoming and the no contest at Collision Course, but according to both men, their rival cannot beat them.

Jerry Andrews: It's time to find out.

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

The arena goes dark, and silent, and then the opening whistle and the strings reminiscent to the song "House of the Rising Sun" begins, but it transitions into the hum and the vocalization of the lead singer of The Heavy, as it launches into the real song, "Short Change Hero", a song they recorded for Borderlands 2. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a cosplay outfit of Handsome Jack from Borderlands, complete with a golden mask. Shane is also carrying in his right hand a particular weapon, adding to the gritty, hard edged message of his entrance - he's carrying his red Sith Lord bat-saber. Shane tilts his head back, holding his arms out. The lead singer of the Heavy begins the bridge,

"I can't see where you comin' from
But I know just what you runnin' from
And what matters ain't the, who's baddest but
The ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, baby
feel like you feelin' now
I'm doin' things just to please your crowd
When I love you like the way I love you
And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause
This ain't no place for no hero
This ain't no place for no better man
This ain't no place for no hero
To call home..."

The message of Shane's entrance is clear, this is no place for a Hollywood Hero, this is Shane's house, one of greys. 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 gold Handsome Jack 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 carrying the bat out fully, before he mouths the word "Bang" and mimicks shooting someone with the bat-saber. Then he turns, removes the waistcoat, and begins stretching for the match.

Jerry Andrews: As always, a lavish entrance for the PPV, for the World Champion.

Ace Anderson: I wonder what his cosplay budget is, because that Handsome Jack gear, and the mask, probably set him back a couple of schmeckels.

Jerry Andrews: I think, more than an excuse to cosplay, it was a way for Kyle to send a message to his challenger.

Pure Class Wrestling World Championship
Steel Cage Match
Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Ed Lane
*The only ways to win are via pinfall or submission

Gerard Angelo and Kyle Shane stand on opposite sides of the ring. Flashbulbs flicker throughout the PCW Arena as Angelo and Shane each start walking out towards the center of the ring. The electricity is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Both Shane and Angelo exchange words as the crowd gets louder and louder. Angelo and Shane exchange a few more words before stepping away from each other where they start circling each other before locking up center ring. The crowd roars as Shane and Angelo lock up! Both men are shown jockeying for position before Angelo manages to latch on to a side head lock. Gerard begins cranking down on the head of Shane until Shane backs Gerard up against the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the far side as Shane drops down to his stomach, Angelo leaps over Shane where he bounces off the near side, Shane springs back to his feet where he takes Gerard to the mat with a arm drag take over before locking in an arm bar. Shane continues to crank back on the arm bar which forces Angelo to start working his way back to his feet where he places his left hand into the jaw of Shane, pushing back which allows Gerard to push Shane back into a neutral corner. Angelo drives a knee into the chest of Shane which breaks the hold and allows for Angelo to follow up with a knife edge chop across the chest that echo's throughout the PCW arena. Gerard follows up with another knife edge chop across the chest to a loud "Wooooooo" from the crowd. Angelo brings Shane out from the corner with a snapmare takeover. Gerard comes out from the corner flipping over Shane while snapping his neck forward with a modified neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Shane's neck just got whiplashed back to the mat!

Angelo is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Shane up off the mat rocking him with a stiff European uppercut that knocks Shane back into the ropes. Gerard comes forward where he's met with a boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Shane comes off the ropes hammering Angelo with an open handed chop across the chest. Shane laces Angelo with a knife edge chop across the chest. Kyle backs Gerard across the ring before shooting him across the ring with an irish whip, Angelo bounces off the far side where he's met with a reverse elbow to the jaw sending Gerard back to the mat. Shane follows up by laying the boots to Angelo before pointing towards the cage which garners a loud pop from the crowd. Shane reaches down picking Gerard up off the mat where he takes him by the head and runs towards the cage where he looks to plant Angelo's face into the cold hard steel! Gerard blocks the attempt with his hands before quickly delivering a elbow to the midsection which breaks Shane's grasp. Angelo spins around blasting Shane with a hard right hand staggering Shane back out towards the center of the ring. Angelo rushes out from the ropes where he's met with a drop toe hold by the Pure Class Wrestling Champion. Shane quickly floats over into a front face lock before driving knee's the head of Angelo. Suddenly Shane flips over Angelo landing on his feet while yanking up on the neck of Angelo. Gerard's positioned with his stomach on the mat while Shane's bridge up with his stomach in the air. Shane cranks up on Gerard's neck.

Jerry Andrews: Submissions or pinfalls only in this cage match.

Ace Anderson: The cage is just there to contain the heat between Angelo and Shane.

Shane continues cranking back on Gerard's neck as the crowd is on the edge of their seat! Shane finally releases the hold before getting to his feet. He rolls over Angelo before taking both legs. Shane pulls Gerard closer towards the cage before falling backwards catapulting Angelo towards the cage! The crowd roars as Gerard acts as if he's fucking Spider Man! He latches on to the cage before starting climb up the side of it.

Jerry Andrews: What is Angelo doing, he has to know he can't win by going over the side.

Ace Anderson: Maybe he's trying to put some space between himself and Shane? I don't know, man, I'm not a mind reader.

Shane spins around before quickly taking action as he begins climbing up after Gerard! Angelo reaches the top of the cage before being brought back down to the top rope by Shane. Shane and Angelo begin trading chops while both balanced on the top rope. The exchange continues before Angelo thumbs Shane in the eyes! Gerard kicks the left foot out from under Shane causing Shane to drop and crotch himself on the top rope. Shane's eyes fly open wide, and he bends over, groaning in agony. Gerard doesn't hesitate in pealing off a hurricanrana off the top rope to a thunderous pop from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: What a move from Angelo!

The crowd continues to roar as Gerard starts working his way back to a vertical base where he takes in the scene before picking Shane up off the mat. Gerard locks in a front face lock before delivering a snap suplex. Angelo nips up to a vertical base before charging towards the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope delivering a leg drop across the throat of Shane. Angelo, scooting in as quick as he can, tries to capitalize with a pin.

Jerry Andrews: It may be just getting started, but Angelo seems to be keen to go for pinfalls as early and often as he can.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Undeterred, a stone faced Gerard lifts Shane up, going to talk trash to his opponent. Shane cuts him off with a knee to the midsection before hurling Angelo into the steel cage. Anngelo rolls under the bottom rope. Shane sizes Angelo up before running across the ring where he bounces off the far side where he dives through the ropes with a baseball slide to kick Angelo into the cage. The cocky champion sits up now, smirking to the camera, and the crowd appreciates him being the irascible Kyle Shane as always. Kyle reaches over the ropes and pulls Gerard up. Kyle rakes Angelo across the eyes before taking him head first into the cage Kyle begins raking Angelo's face across the steel mesh, using him like a shredder at an Olive Garden, and refusing to tell the waiter "When." Angelo screams and howls in pain, and Shane is looking grimly satisfied. Kyle takes Angelo by the head before giving him a harsh little toss between the ropes, letting Angelo splat to the floor. Kyle Shane goes over to the corner, where he's laid his bat-saber! Shane smiles broadly, holding up the weapon as if he's just pulled Excalibur from the stone.

Jerry Andrews: Shane is introducing his weapon into the match!

Ace Anderson: Not only is Angelo at a disadvantage because Shane brought a bat to a cage fight, Angelo doesn't even have any corny-named specialty weapons of his own, at all!

Angelo is trying to pull himself up in the corner, checking his forehead for blood. turns around, his back against the turnbuckles. Kyle comes forward swinging the bat-saber at Angelo! Angelo ducks out of the way causing Shane to smash the top rope. Angelo hammers Shane with a hard right hand before taking him down with a double leg takedown before falling backwards and catapulting Kyle Shane face first off the cage. The crowd roars as Angelo reaches his feet, he spins Kyle around where he lands an open handed chop across the chest before taking Kyle by the head where he throws him back into the ring. The Garden roars as Angelo reaches down picking up the bat-saber. Angelo rolls back into the ring with the bat-saber in hand! The crowd roars as Angelo points towards Kyle who's rolled over and has pushed himself up to all fours. Angelo raises the bat-saber before smashing it across the back of Kyle Shane to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Angelo then looks at the lightsaber handled bat like it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, and drops it. Angelo turns his attention back to Kyle Shane, he makes his way over where he picks Kyle up off the mat before hammering him with another right hand which sends Kyle back into the ropes. Angelo comes forward shooting Shane across the ring, Shane bounces off the ropes ducking under a Angelo clothesline, Shane bounces off the near side looking for a flying cross body block. Angelo catches Kyle in a front powerslam hold, and the crowd roars as Angelo delivers a fall away slam... Flinging Shane INTO the cage!! Shane rolls off, and comes to a rolling stop. Gerard quickly makes the cover hooking the closest leg.

The referee: One...












Two... Kickout.

Shane throws a shoulder up off the mat. Angelo works his way back to his feet as the crowd continues to get louder and louder. Kyle Shane crawls towards a neutral corner, and he begins pulling at the laces on it. Angelo measures Shane before running full speed looking to spear him back into the buckles. Shane side steps Angelo, and pulls the pad off the turnbuckle at the same time. Angelo's face meets nothing but the steel knuckle of the exposed part. The crowd is waiting with baited breath, as it is a deliberate callback to Collision Course.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no, this looks familiar...

Kyle pulls Angelo out to the center of the ring before taking a back waist lock before peeling off a release German suplex! Shane lays there, feeling it now, and he looks at Gerard, seeing that he's learned from the mistakes of the past. Shane works his way to his feet before taking a moment to gather himself. Shane's eyes shift over makes his way to the corner where he retrieves the bat-saber, before turning back around taking notice of Angelo who is starting to work his way to his feet. Shane measures him, and as Angelo stands to his feet Kyle comes out of the corner smacking the bat-saber over the skull of Angelo which echo's throughout the arena! Angelo crumbles to the mat! Shane doesn't hesitate in making the cover!

Ace Anderson: GOOD GOD!

Jerry Andrews: What is that, pine? Aluminum?!

Ace Anderson: I don't know what it's made of, but Kyle swung for it like he was trying to get tokens from a batting cage and nail a fastball off Gerard's head.

Shane, smiling coldly, now drops the bat-saber like he's dropping a mic and comes in to pin Angelo.

The referee: One...











Two... Kickout.

Angelo kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd. Kyle Shane pushes himself up off Angelo before reaching down picking Gerard up by the head. It's revealed Angelo's been busted wide open! Kyle hammers Angelo with a hard right hand before driving Gerard back into a set of buckles with a running shoulder block. Shane starts delivering shoulder blocks to the midsection of Angelo before delivering a stiff European uppercut. Shane takes Angelo and deposits him over the ropes onto the apron. The crowd comes alive as Kyle Shane scales the side of the cage. Angelo starts working his way back to a vertical base, holding the cage. Shane ricochets off the cage on one side to smash into Angelo with the force of a comet, burying a leaping knee into the head of Angelo and the head of Angelo deeply into the cage. The crowd gives an "Oooooooh" as both men fall out, Shane to the inside of the ring, Angelo slumping between the ropes and the cage. Shane, shaking the cobwebs out, grips at his knee, but nonetheless pulls Angelo under the ropes to get him in the ring. The referee counts...

The referee: One...













Two... kickout.

Shane blows a breath out, and he looks at the cage as he gets up, a section of the panel has started coming loose from the force he hit it with. Shane shrugs his shoulders and says "Made in America" to the hard camera with a smile. He goes to lift Angelo up, driving short rights into his forehead, and picking him up. He whips Angelo off the ropes, and then as he runs off the opposite ropes, he streaks in, attempting to pull out a Sling Blade, but Angelo evades the Goddess White Sword and throws Shane to the mat. Angelo then tries for a superkick, but Shane ducks underneath the swing of the kick, coming around his more compact adversary's backside and surprising him with a chin clutch from behind and falling into a single knee backstabber. The crowd is awed at the lightning fast exchange of counters. Shane then attempts to lift a gasping Angelo up, and throw him into the cage again, but Angelo responds by elbowing Shane off. Shane fights back by raking the eyes, and he boots Angelo in the gut, attempting to lift him up in a last ride powerbomb, but Angelo fights Shane on the lift and as he is lifted up to Shane's shoulders, he uses his core strength to flip Shane off balance, and perform a headscissors, flinging Shane forward, to his knees, and into the middle rope Rey Mysterio style. Then Angelo comes running in and gives Shane a double footed dropkick to the back that sends Shane forward, and Shane hits the cage. Angelo rests on the mat, and then he gets up, climbing to the top rope. In a callback to what Shane did earlier, he sticks to the side of the cage, but rather than trying to climb it, he comes off with a diving knee drop into the small section of space between ropes and cage, and smashes Shane across the back of the neck. Both men collapse into the space between the cage and the ropes. The crowd erupts.

Jerry Andrews: This action is moving too fast and furious for us to follow all of it, but it has been counter after counter the last few minutes.

Ace Anderson: It's moving so fast and so furious that Vin Diesel's lawyers wanted to get us on the phone!

Both men are down and out for a good length of time, but Angelo finally stirs. He rolls Shane out of the ropes. Shane is gripping at his neck. Angelo stomps and boots Shane for a good few moments, determined that this time Shane isn't going to take this away from him. He lifts Shane up and knees him in the side of the head. Then, Angelo cuts a look at Shane, and then up at the cage. He seems to have an idea forming in his head, and he ignores the referee saying it's pinfall or submission only. Angelo climbs up the cage, slipping a bit due to fatigue/pain, and then he stops and looks down. Shane, groggily, is getting to his feet, and he spots Angelo climbing the cage. Shane shouts that Angelo isn't going to get away from him as he climbs up after him. Angelo kicks Shane's hands away. Shane punches Angelo in the leg . Shane manages to grip Angelo by the pants leg. Both men are near the top, and Angelo is punching down at Shane. The crowd roars as Shane pulls with all his might and manages to get the upper half of Angelo's body back across the cage. Shane thinks quick and locks in a front face lock before falling backwards while bringing Angelo back into the cage with a superplex off the top of the cage. Both men crash to the mat with a thunderous "HOLY SHIT" chant.

Jerry Andrews: That was the most suicidal move of the night!

Ace Anderson: Boy, was it, Shane and Angelo hit hard, and bounced, and hit hard again.

Jerry Andrews: I think Angelo was trying to go higher risk than Shane, but they both paid for it.

Both Shane and Angelo lay in the middle of the ring to a solid ovation from the crowd.

Ace Anderson: But how much damage was done to Shane himself.

With no referee involvement both Shane and Gerard lay on the mat for several seconds before Shane is the first to stir.

Shane crawls over to his chest before draping an arm over Angelo.

The referee: One...














Two... Kickout!

Angelo looks catatonic as he lays there, hair sticking up, and Shane sits up, his face agonized as he looks at the referee, then at Angelo. Gerard pulls herself up to stop the referee’s count. Before he has a chance to react, Shane bounces himself off the ropes and nails a clothesline on the rebound. Looking unsurprised at Angelo’s resiliency, Shane grabs Angelo by the hair. He falls his free fist and batters it against his face four or five times, before abandoning his closed-fist assault and leaping up to his feet. With Angelo in pain he holds his arms out to take the decidedly partisan reaction of the crowd. Choosing to not dwell on showboating for too long, Shane soon turns his attentions back towards Gerard, who has risen to one knee. Kyle seizes advantage by walking around Angelo’s back, and wrapping his arms around his throat in a sleeper hold! Gerard claws at Shane’s forearms, frantically trying to break the grip. The crowd is starting a rhythmic clap to get Angelo back into it, and drawing strength from them, Gerard manages to rise to one knee. Shane yanks backwards, looking to add more pressure to his iron grip, but he cannot stop him from regaining his full vertical base. Angelo fights back, throwing wild elbow shots backwards. One of Gerard’s blind elbow shots finally connects, digging into Kyle’s side, forcing him to release his grip. Angelo spins round, looking to gain control of the match, but Shane ducks the attempted clothesline and takes Angelo to the floor with a chop block! The Hollywood Hero tries to rise but finds it impossible under the barrage of stomps that Kyle is raining down upon his back.

Jerry Andrews: Just take a look at Kyle Shane right now. He’s rabid, like a pitbull.

Ace Anderson: Can you blame it? This has all boiled to a head, the controversy at Collision Course, the constant barrage of heated words between the two of them.

After dropping a couple of elbows across Angelo’s back, Shane grabs Gerard by the shoulders and tries to haul him upwards. But somehow, out of nowhere, Angelo musters the energy to throw a punch into Shane’s gut, followed by another. To a giant roar from the crowd Angelo powers out of Shane’s grasp, elbowing him square in the jaw a couple of times. Angelo whips his rival off of the ropes, and looks to catch him with a clothesline, but both have the exact same idea and manage to take each other out in the process! Both competitors are down, and still not moving. Several more moments spin out, and the referee isn't going to double count out here, so Shane and Gerard have to take a few breathers to start regaining their composure. Shane is the first up, and he goes crawling to the door, smacking on it and saying "Alright, just open it and end this". The crowd boos a little bit at the champion taking any port in a storm here. The referee outside shakes his head at Kyle, saying that he knows Shane knows the rules. Gerard has yet to move as Shane inches closer and closer to the cage door. The outside official argues with Shane a little bit more. Gerard starts to stir. Shane grips the door and starts shaking it angrily as Angelo pulls himself to one knee, then to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: I think Shane, getting frustrated by how this match hasn't been going, was trying to reset by getting out of the cage.

Ace Anderson: He wasted too much time, is what he did.

Angelo spins Shane around, and delivers a vicious headbutt across the bridge of Shane's nose, causing Shane's nose to start bleeding from the right nostril.Angelo takes Shane back into a corner with a shoulder block before driving several more shoulders into the midsection before hurling Shane across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. Shane bounces off the buckles where he walks into a spinning heel kick from Angelo which takes both men to the mat. Gerard is the first to his feet. He stomps away at Shane's back as camera's catch blood still coming from the nose of Shane. Gerard picks Shane up off the mat where he scoops him up and slams him to the mat with a body slam. Angelo makes his way to the nearest set of buckles. He climbs to the top turnbuckle where he measures Shane, Angelo leaps off the top turnbuckle looking to deliver a springboard moonsault! Shane rolls out of the way sending Angelo landing on his chest. The crowd pops as a split chant for both men being echoing throughout the building. Shane begins working his way back to his feet where he meets Angelo who's at one knee with a boot to the chest. Shane picks Gerard up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. Shane shoots Angelo across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a fireman's carry lift, dropped into a Detonation kick from the World champion! The crowd roars at the impact!

Jerry Andrews: American Distillation!

The crowds shifts to a more pro Shane as the God of Game begins working his way back to his feet. Shane takes both legs of Angelo before catapulting him successfully into the cage to a huge ovation from the crowd. Gerard bounces off the cage face first into the clutches of Shane who runs Angelo across the ring and throws him face first off the cage once again! Shane takes Gerard and begins raking his face across the mesh of the steel! The crowd gets louder and louder as Shane continues to rack Angelo's face across the steel busting it wide open. Shane finally stops raking his face across the cage before nailing Gerard with a hard right hand to the open wound which sends Gerard back into a set of buckles. Shane comes forward with several stiff kicks to the ribs of Angelo before stepping up on the middle turnbuckle where he starts hammering down with right hands to the open forehead of Angelo!

Jerry Andrews: Shane is relentless now that he see's blood!

The crowd continues to count along with right hands to the open wound of Gerard! Shane beats Angelo down until he's holding Angelo's head straddled over him. Shane looks around at the crowd, reveling in the viciousness. However, Shane is taken off guard as Angelo wraps his arms firmly around Shane's thighs, and rises up, holding Shane and dashing them both across the ring, from corner to corner driving Shane into the post with a running powerbomb! A massive chant of "THIS IS AWESOME" echo's throughout the PCW arena as both men once again find themselves laying on the mat. Angelo breathes heavily, chest heaving, as Shane is staring up at the lights, blinking slowly. Angelo grits his teeth and rolls over, covering Shane.

The referee: One...












Two...











Thre - Kickout!

Angelo groans, feeling like he was so close. He rolls over to his chest before pushing his self up and out of a pool of his own blood and to his knee's before stepping up to a vertical base. Gerard pats his forehead before looking at the blood as it flows from his forehead. It instantly switches him into another gear as he picks the God of Game up off the mat before taking him by the head and ramming him face first into the steel. Gerard takes Shane by the head and charges across the ring where he throws him face first off the Steel a second time! Shane bounces off the steel and into a Samoan Drop from Angelo. Gerard takes a mount position on Shane where he starts unloading with vicious right hands to the busted nose of the champion.

Ace Anderson: If Shane's nose wasn't broken before it damn sure is now!

Jerry Andrews: The drama, and the heat between these two men has become so damn personal.

Gerard pushes himself up off Shane and to a vertical base. Angelo turns his attention towards the cage, and he starts climbing the side of it that has already started to bend and buckle. Shane has yet to move as Angelo reaches the top of the cage before throwing one leg over the top. The bent section of the cage wobbles, a little unsteadily. Gerard looks down at Shane who's yet to move as more blood flows out from his nose. Suddenly the crowd roars as Gerard stands up on the top of the cage!

Ace Anderson: Has Angelo gone nuts?! Does he need a diagram? You can't win that way!!

Jerry Andrews: I don't think he is, Ace... I think he's looking down at Shane... oh no... Incoming!!!

Gerard looks around the sold out PCW arena before he leaps off the top of the cage with a shooting star ress! The crowd explodes as Shane rolls out of the way sending Angelo eating nothing but the canvas. Another "HOLY SHIT" chant bellows out from the crowd as both Shane and Angelo are laid out on the mat. Gerard clutches at his chest and ribs as Shane is breathing hard, trying his best, unable to stand. Finally, on one wobbly leg, Shane crawls closer and closer towards the cage side before Gerard begins to stir. The referee outside on the floor opens the cage door as Shane gets within several feet. The crowd gets louder and louder as Shane measures Angelo, yelling for him to get up, and when he does, Shane whips him into the corner, before hitting a Sasuke special cartwheel into a splash. Angelo starts to slump out of the corner, but Shane pushes him back in, gives him a palm strike to the face, then sits Angelo up on the top rope. Shane taunts the crowd for a moment, then he hooks his opponent's head from the side, trying to lift Angelo up and hook him in position for a Spanish fly off the top rope.

Jerry Andrews: Shane is calling for it, his Nuclear Option!

Ace Anderson: You never resort to it when you still have other cards on the table, it's meant to be the last one left!

Jerry Andrews: Shane is throwing it all out here!

Shane takes them both off the top rope with a Spanish fly! The crowd groans as both men hit the mat stunningly hard. Shane is wheezing, moaning and holding his chest because he absorbed a lot of punishment himself. Angelo is laid out, unable to move. The referee checks on both men. After what seems like a lifetime, Shane starts painfully crawling on his elbows, right and then left to roll Angelo over.

The referee: One...













TWO...
















THR- Kickout!

Shane, red-faced, yells in annoyance at what happened and explodes, telling the referee to come on. Shane then grows a species of determination across his face, and he goes to lift Angelo up, clutching his hair, and throwing him in the cage. The panel of the cage now is coming loose, enough so that one end of it is uncoupled and an entire corner at the bottom is loose. Shane takes note of it, but then goes back to Angelo, and aggresively grips his head, putting him in a headlock, intending to bring back the headlock driver. Angelo reverses, spinning out of it, holding on to Shane's arm, bringing him in to a kick to the midsection, then deadlifting Shane up and smashing him with a powerbomb lungblower. Shane bounces off the knees painfully, then comes to a stop facedown. Angelo, groaning and holding his chest, scoots over on his side using one arm. He pins Shane.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...




















TWO...


















TH- Kickout!

Angelo tears at his hair, asking the referee if that's it, and he snarls down at Shane, knowing he too will need something big if he's going to put the champion down. He goes to lift Shane up, and he starts to hook the lankier man for a pumphandle, but before he can get the intriguing, not seen move out, Shane flows down his shoulder and turns a dazed Angelo around, boots him in the gut, and then snaps off a lifting powerbomb that makes Angelo bounce up off the mat. Shane, bobbing his head, moves into the pinfall after Unfortunate Son.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...















TWO...






















THR - Kickout!

Shane reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat where he looks to wait for a roundhouse kick, Gerard comes in too quickly as Shane is on his rotation and catches him from the side, shooting in a leg, and falling back with a leg hook reverse STO. Angelo floats it into a Koji clutch! Shane's eyes bug bright from his head, as he's in too precarious a position. He is so far away from the ropes. The referee asks Shane if he taps, but Shane refuses.

Jerry Andrews: Ping pong, back and forth action, but now Shane is caught and is quite explicitly SOL.

Ace Anderson: Shane's most annoying trait is he won't ever quit. He'll berate you, and keep talking shit until you want to kill him, but he doesn't give up easily.

The move is in for several long seconds as the blood gushing from Shane's possibly broken nose pumps out to the mat. Angelo shouts for him to tap. Shane looks around in desperation, and he tries unsuccessfully to get to the ropes, not that they'd do him much good. But there, under the bottom rope by the cage, he spots something that may do him some good. As agonizing seconds tick by in the hold, Shane squirms closer to the item under the rope, and a switched camera angle spots that he's reaching again for the bat-saber from earlier. Shane, finally shoots his arm out as far as it'll go, and the jump puts it in his fingertips. He rolls it into his hand, and weakly draws the bat-saber out, flailing it over his shoulder with dying strength. The two glancing, weak blows to the head break Gerard's concentration, and then a third errant swing of the bat-saber has him seeing stars just as he releases the hold. Kyle gasps big lungfuls of air as he is freed from the crossface, sitting up using his elbows, and Gerard shakes the cobwebs out. Shane takes a deep breath, and putting his fingers on the bat-saber, a renewed motivation and determination crosses his beaten face. He gets up, brandishing the weapon, but he's met with a boot to the midsection that doubles the Champion over. Angelo hoists Shane up off the mat where he runs towards the cage, powerbombing Shane into the cage.

Jerry Andrews: What impact! Shane was just drilled into the cage by Angelo.

Gerard pulls Shane out to the middle of the ring where he picks him up off the mat. Gerard scoops Shane up over his shoulder before throwing him like a lawn dart into the cage which busts Shane wide open as he crumbles to the mat! Gerard runs his thumb across his throat where he signals for a piledriver. Shane bleeds from his forehead as does Gerard. Angelo reaches down picking Shane up off the mat. He positions him for the piledriver! The crowd pops as Shane counters with a back body drop! Angelo works his way back to his feet where he walks into a desperation DEAD EYE from out of nowhere! Angelo crumbles to the mat as Shane flops to the mat following the impact! The crowd roars with another thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME" chant directed towards the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Dead Eye from out of nowhere by the Pure Class Wrestling Champion!

Ace Anderson: We're back to square one! Both men are down!

Blood begins to stain the canvas as both men have yet to move. Several moments tick by, and "Shane, Shane, Shane" chant begins to filter throughout the PCW arena as Shane slowly begins to stir by what seemed to have been a twenty count. Shane is too beaten and hurt from a million small wounds to respond. He slowly gets to his feet, and he sees Angelo has rolled all the way across the ring, by the panel of the cage that is coming loose. Shane goes and tries to roll Angelo back. Angelo resists, hanging onto the bottom rope, and Shane angrily begins trying to peel Angelo's fingers off the rope. He stomps on the hand. He punches the arm. Finally, he pulls Angelo loose, then covers.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...


















TWO...


















THRE - Kickout!

Shane throws his hands up in the air and looks heavenward with an expression of what do I have to do, before picking Angelo up by his bloody hair and pulling him over. He throws Angelo into the side of the cage. Seeing that the bottom side of it swings out like a flap, Shane smiles, and he backs up, running Angelo by the hair and throwing him full force into that section of cage as if he's trying to break it. It bends, but still maintains a basic, if bent cage shape. Shane then drags a dizzy Gerard over. Shane swings with a right hand, Angelo blocks before thumbing Kyle in the eyes! Angelo scoops Kyle up over his shoulder before hurling Kyle face first into the cell like a dart! Shane bounces face first off the cage, clinging to it, and then Angelo backs up, while Shane is resting against the cage and he goes to spear Shane between the ropes. At the point of contact, the damnedest thing happens. The section of cage GIVES WAY WHOLESALE. The force of Angelo's spear cuts right into Shane, doubling him over, and the cage section comes off, falling to the aisle, and both of them go with it!! Shane and Angelo tumble through a newly created hole in the side of the cage. Both men are down on the outside of the cage!!

The crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

Jerry Andrews: OH DEAR GOD!

Ace Anderson: Did those two - just break another essential piece of Pure Class Wrestling equipment?!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo threw Shane INTO the cage and then forced them THROUGH THE DAMN CAGE!

Ace Anderson: I think both men are dead to the world, honestly. They hit hard, and now the ref is going into panic mode, because does he have to call the ringside doctor?!

Angelo is waving off medical attention, though dazedly, throwing his arms around at ringside. And Shane is laying on the floor off the section of cage, a shocked expression on his face. Shane barely seems to comprehend what's going on. He asks the ref coming to check on him, "Did I win? I'm out of the cage. Did I win?" And the look in his eye is glazed as he stands up.

Jerry Andrews: Shane thinks he won, and possibly if this match involved escaping the cage, he might have won or we might have gotten another tie.

Ace Anderson: I think he did hit the floor first, but you're right, it doesn't matter in this match. I don't believe this! A second controversy in a tough fought World title match. Another broken ring part. And confusion from both parties.

Angelo shoves a referee out of his way. Around the corner and on the side of the cage, Shane shoves off a doctor who is trying to check his pupils, because he's seen Angelo. The two enemies, so bitterly gripped in their enmity towards each other, come around the corner of the cage, stepping over the broken part, and start throwing fists at each other. Angelo gets the better of his dazed opponent, throwing him into the cage wall. The crowd roars with a "Gerry, Gerry, Gerry" chant as Angelo stomps away at Kyle Shane. He shouts "YOU AREN'T TAKING THIS FROM ME!" before reaching down picking Kyle up before bringing him around the ring towards the announcers tables. As he does, referees start lifting up the broken part of the cage!

Ace Anderson: They're coming our way!

Angelo looks to drive Kyle face first off the announcers table, Kyle puts on the breaks using both hands before driving a elbow to the ribs of Angelo which breaks his grasp on Shane. Kyle reaches over snatching the TV monitor from in front of Ace before blasting Angelo in the skull. A bloody Angelo crumbles to the floor as Kyle drops to one knee.

Jerry Andrews: This is a WAR!

Ace Anderson: We couldn't expect anything less!

"THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" explodes from all over the building as Kyle Shane works his way to his feet. Kyle staggers forward, his face a crimson mask, he reaches down picking Angelo up off the floor before bouncing Gerard face first off the announcers table. Shane bounces Angelo's bloody face across the announcer desk a second time before taking Angelo and driving him violently into the mesh of the cage. Kyle begins raking Angelo's face across the steel mesh which further opens up the wounds to Angelo's face! Kyle spins Angelo around, placing his back against the cage. Shane steps up on to the announcers table. Shane leaps off the announcers table looking for a flying knee to the face of Angelo! The crowd gasps as Angelo manages to drop to the floor and out of harms way leaving Kyle two options in mid air! Shane chooses to latch on to the side of the Cell like a fucking spider monkey. And then Gerard grabs his leg, sweeps him off, and sends Shane falling to the concrete below. Shane groans, and holds his chest.

Ace Anderson: I've never seen any two people fight like this. They couldn't even be held in by the cage!

Jerry Andrews: Officials are working furiously to get the cage section back into place so they can restart this match, but meanwhile Angelo and Shane are going at it right here!

Ace Anderson: Can't be easy with these two shaking the cage over and over.

Angelo lifts Shane up, going to run him face first on his shoulder into a corner joint of the cage. Shane, winded, drops down behind Angelo and sends him into the corner joint instead, letting Angelo's head ping off it and he falls to his backside. Shane rests, barely even able to keep it on one knee. Both men take several seconds breather before Shane grips Angelo by the hair, walking him all the way around to the non-broken side of the cage, with the door, and demanding the referees open it. The ref tries to shoo Kyle away, but, bleeding, his head possibly concussed as he is, Shane is in no mood. He shoves the ref out of the way, and begins opening the cage door. Shane then looks back to try and pick up Angelo, but Angelo has gotten on the other side of the now open cage door and he kicks it so hard that it swings into Kyle's face, flooring him. Angelo rests now, propping himself up on one arm. Both men are down in the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: It's a shame that the pinfall has to take place in the ring, because both men could have had this won by now.

Ace Anderson: I'm just trying to see them make these fools go in there.

Angelo, wiping blood out of his eyes, goes to grab a lifeless Shane by his arm. Shane is resisting in the form of being utterly dead weight and refusing to be easily dragged, but Angelo is taking him the hard way, dragging him up the stairs. He loads Shane up and rolls the champion, pushing him up the final step and into the open door. The match is back in the ring whether the referees have fixed the broken cage panel or not. Angelo crawls over on his elbows, unable to stand. He pushes Shane over and covers...

The crowd but no referee: ONE....











Two...















Thr-

Angelo shoots his head up and yells at the refs. He says for one of them to get their asses in here because we're doing this. A few referees on the outside confer, asking if they should let this go. They've secured one side of the broken cage section back into place with duct tape. Another referee shrugs, not knowing what to do in this protocol. Angelo is standing, holding his arms out, asking "What the hell". Shane, bleeding from a few places on his head, looks completely lost in a concussive BFT fog. Angelo picks Shane up, holding him by his head as Shane pants and tries to stay upright. Angelo then goes for a superkick, but Shane ducks it, sloppily, as if he's having trouble keeping it together, but when Angelo turns around this time, Shane blasts him with a rising uppercut. The crowd reacts with a triumphant roar.

Jerry Andrews: SHORYUKEN!!

Shane collapses. The referee who elected to come back in the cage and count the falls steps through the door, looking uncertainly at Shane, who is laid face first and unable to crawl over to Angelo. Shane, finally, crawls over, pushing Angelo with shaky hands, and covering him.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...












TWO...













THRE - Kickout!

Ace Anderson: I think that might have been Shane's last gasp, he has taken some scary knocks to the head, and now he's visibly winding down.

The crowd visibly explodes, and Shane can't react more than falling onto his face, his glazed eyes registering uncomprehending disbelief. Angelo is shaking, trying to get back into it, and rolling over. Shane paws at Angelo, trying to get up, but Angelo gets to one knee, then to his feet, as Shane is still grasping at him. Angelo knees Shane remorselessly in the side of the temple. And then he lifts Shane up and plants him with an electric chair driver, spiking Shane's head into the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo may have just sealed Shane's fate with the Hollywood Ending!

Ace Anderson: If he did it may have been a fitting way to end this saga of broken cages and head trauma.

Angelo, gasping and groaning, hauls Shane's leg in for a leg hook. The referee counts...

The referee and the crowd: ONE...













TWO...












THREE -

KICKOUT!

You can hear the surprised, elated and amazed reaction up to the rafter when Shane kicks out. Shane is looking far away, blood running down his face and him being insensate, but Angelo sits up with a heartbroken look of anguish, and then anger. He gets up, seizing the referee. He demands the referee tell him that was three. The ref says it was two. Angelo says no, it was three, and slaps his hands to illustrate how to count. The referee stubbornly says he knows how to count, dude. Angelo wants to haul off and punch this referee. Shane, working in a complete fog and looking like he doesn't know where he is, feels around with his hands, and grasps the ropes, holding them like a life preserver. Angelo spots Shane, over there by the broken section of cage, trying to pull himself up on the ropes. Angelo charges at Shane. Shane ole's like a matador out of the way of Gerard's charge just in time, and Angelo's intended boot slams into the broken section of cage - KICKING IT OUT AGAIN! The referees startle on the outside, but this time, Gerard pulls his foot back sheepishly, looking perturbed at the broken hole in the cage section.

Ace Anderson: You can visibly see that referee saying "Fuck it, I'm not getting paid for this".

Shane has reclaimed a vertical base, but it's shaky, and when Shane's leg stiffens and he begins to plant his foot to perform a roundhouse kick again, he stumbles, his feet get tangled, and he stumbles forward a few steps before letting off a mis-timed kick that doesn't get the height it needed, but it does turn him past Gerard with sufficient momentum that Gerard sees an opening on Kyle's side, and turns him over, stacking him up.

Jerry Andrews: Shane is going for Dead Eye again and - Wait, no! Shane is off balance, Shane couldn't get it - !

Ace Anderson: Angelo picked the perfect moment there!

Angelo has Shane stacked up with a half schoolboy rollup, his knees all the way to his chest. The referee comes in quickly.

The referee and the crowd: ONE...

















TWO...
















THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and NEWWWWW PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... GERARD ANGELO!!

"Amazing" by Kanye West begins playing on the PA as Gerard comes up, staring at the ref with disbelief at first. The referee calls for the title to be brought in, and it is, through the big, damn gaping hole in the cage, and is handed to Angelo. Angelo covers his face with his hands, too elated to be cocky at the moment and he is handed the title and holds it up with a big smile.

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it. After 450+ days, we have a new champion, we have a new Pure Class Wrestling World Champion!

Ace Anderson: I didn't know who the one to dethrone Kyle Shane was, but on this night, Angelo picked himself the right spot, and seized his moment.

Shane is still laid on the mat, trying to sit up, as a referee and a doctor are attending him and trying to get him to stay still. Shane, barely comprehending what's happening but feeling that something happened, is yelling at them. Angelo stands on the steps outside of the cage door, holding the title up.

WINNER: GERARD ANGELO

Jerry Andrews: One hell of a way to crown a new champion, and on such an amazing night. Thank you for joining us everyone! Good night!

Angelo looks around the arena, title in the air. As his head turns to look out at the crowd, he suddenly stops and focuses on the entrance way. Standing on the ramp, with a look of determination in his eyes, is Stormm.

- CLICK -