Deadly Intentions X Results

[Rick Majors]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Deadly Intentions X

Sunday October 13th, 2019

Only on PCW Network

In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their guns, and their drones
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie

The show opens with fireworks and music and screaming and the PCW Faithful on their feet!

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to the historic TENTH edition of PCW Deadly Intentions! I am Jerry Andrews and, with me as always, is Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: Hello! I'm so psyched to be here! I just love the Deadly Rumble! This is going.... well, I guess I'm not the only one who is anxious for this show to start!

The camera switches views and Jason Willard can be seen standing inside the squared circle, pacing manically back-and-forth.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, when did he get in the ring?

Ace Anderson: I don’t know but he certainly looks ready.

Jerry Andrews: You got that right, he looks like he could rip someone’s head off. Check out the look on his face.

Ace Anderson: He's going to humiliate Rick Majors tonight and make him submit in front of the entire world!

Jerry Andrews: We'll see about that. At least he's alone out here. No Lucy or Destiny in sight. Yet.

Ace Anderson: Hey, give him some credit! He's going to destroy Majors alone!

Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match-up is a submission match! There are no count outs, no disqualifications, and no pinfalls. The only way to win the match is to make your opponent submit!”

The crowd cheers.

Sasha Greene: “Introducing first, already in the ring, from Anaheim, California: JASON WILLARD!!!”

The crowd boos. The lights go out. The boos turn to cheers as the sound of guitars pierce through the building. “Wastelands” by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song.

Sasha Greene: “And, his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….”

Suddenly, the camera quickly switches to ringside, as a shaky and unexpected camera person rushes into the ring. Rick Majors has attacked Jason Willard from behind!

Jerry Andrews: Majors is here! Majors is in the ring and he’s unloading on Willard!

Submission Match
Rick Majors vs Jason Willard
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Majors is a man possessed, delivering strong right hands to Willard’s face as he lays on the mat, struggling to cover up. After taking several strong shots to the head, Willard manages to battle out and reverse positions with Majors, getting on top on him. Now it’s his turn to deliver some strong punches to the head.

Ace Anderson: Willard turning the tables!

Major fights now and throws Willard off of him. Willard rolls under the bottom rope and lands on the floor with a thud. Majors gets to his feet inside the ring and shakes his head, trying to compose himself. Willard stands up on the outside… but Majors flies through the ropes hitting with a suicide dive! Willard crashes into the ringside barrier and falls to the floor in a heap!

Jerry Andrews: That’s a new one from Majors!

Ace Anderson: I have a feeling these guys are going to pull out everything they have in them to win this match.

Majors stands up, pulling Willard up with him. He slams him head first into the ringside barrier. He then does it again. And again. And again. Jason grabs onto the barrier to try to hold himself up, but Majors charges at him. Willard gets underneath him and back body drops him over the barrier and onto the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors just hit that concrete floor with a thud!

Willard shakes off the damage that’s been done to him, then he stands on the barrier, waiting for Majors to get to his knees. When he does, Willard leaps off and hits his opponent with an elbow to the back of the head. Jason then pulls Rick up and he throws him into a row of chairs that have thankfully been vacated by excited members of the PCW Faithful!

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos!

Ace Anderson: Has this match even started? I didn’t hear a bell!

Jerry Andrews: I think with Majors’ attack, the referee didn’t get the chance to signal for one!

Willard grabs a chair. As Majors slowly sits up, Willard cracks him in the back with the chair. Majors falls to the floor and Willard unloads on him with brutal chair shots. He then drives the edge of the chair into Majors’ spine. Majors rolls over, and Willard takes advantage, using the chair to choke out his opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Jason Willard using all his weight, leaning on that chair and pressing it right into Majors’ throat!

Finally Willard pulls Rick Majors up. Majors, coughing and holding his neck, is thrown back over the railing and into the ringside area. Willard grabs a few chairs from the crowd for good measure, and then he follows his opponent. Majors tries to pull himself to his feet using the ring apron, but he’s cracked in the back with a steel chair. Willard then grabs a cable from a nearby camera person and uses it to choke Majors.

Jerry Andrews: Again choking his opponent! Jason Willard is trying to kill Rick Majors!

Ace Anderson: Majors wanted this. He went to management and asked for this match, he attacked Willard from behind tonight, he knew exactly what he was getting into and he still did it. And I bet he’s regretting it right now.

Willard releases Majors, letting his lifeless body fall to the floor. He then looks down at him and smiles for a moment. Willard then pulls Majors up and rolls him into the ring.

Willard tosses a chair inside and the enters the ring himself. Finally, with both competitors in the ring, the referee calls for the bell to ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Majors slowly pulls himself up, using the ropes, but Willard again cracks him with a steel chair. And again. And again. Willard now sets the chair up in the corner, wedging it between two turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: What sick thing is he going to do now?

Willard turns back to his opponent and sees Majors struggling to stand, using the ropes to hold him up. He runs at him…

Ace Anderson: TRAGIC KINGDOM!!!

Jerry Andrews: But there are no pinfalls in this match!

Ace Anderson: If he knocks Majors out, I think that’s enough to win.

Jason Willard now stomps away, sending Majors rolling under the ropes to the floor. Willard follows him to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: And they’re both outside the ring again!

Willard walks over to the timekeeper’s table and he picks up the ring bell. He then watches as Majors struggles to pull himself up, using the apron. Willard then runs at Majors and clocks him with the bell!

Ace Anderson: Right in the FACE!

Majors falls to the floor, covering his face. Willard drops the bell and looks out at the crowd. He is greeted with hellacious boos from the PCW Faithful.

Ace Anderson: We’ve talked a lot about how Rick Majors wants revenge, but what about Jason Willard? Majors turned his back on him. He attacked him while he prayed! He took his whole religion away from him!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Willard pulls Majors up, revealing a big cut over his opponent’s right eye. Willard laughs and he punches Majors right in the cut. And again. And again. And again.

Ace Anderson: That’s bad news for Majors. Not only is his losing blood, but the cut is right over his eye. That means the blood will disrupt his vision.

Willard slams Majors into the ringside barrier. He then pushes a PCW camera person down and takes his camera!

Jerry Andrews: OH COME ON!

Willard, armed with a state-of-the-art high definition television camera, walks back to Majors. He slams the camera into his back.

Ace Anderson: Those things are expensive! Management won’t be happy about that!

Willard now grabs the cord from the broken camera and uses it to again choke his opponent. This time Majors manages to kick back, hitting Willard with a low blow and breaking free of the assault. Majors then turns around and he grabs Willard by the head. He then throws him back over the barrier and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Majors finally manages to stop Willard’s brutality, at least for a moment, but has the damage already been done?

Ace Anderson: You see Majors there wiping the blood from his face, trying to see. He’s been choked all match too, so he’s having trouble breathing as well. If I had to place a bet on someone at this point in the match, I wouldn’t bet on the guy who can’t see or breathe.

Willard stands up in the crowd, but Majors is right there to meet him. He tackles him down to the floor and begins unloading on him with right and left hands to the face. Majors then stands up, pulls his opponent up, and drags him through the Faithful. He grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face-first into a steel railing that separates two sections of the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Willard hit that face-first!

Majors now staggers backwards. He shakes his head, but stumbles again, eventually falling to the floor.

Ace Anderson: And it looks like the blood loss and the assault from Jason Willard are catching up to Majors.

Willard stands up and he looks around, temporarily unsure as to where his opponent is. He finds Majors on the floor, several feet away from him. Willard reaches down to pull him up, but Majors elbows him in the face. He tries again and is met with the same attack. Willard is staggered by the elbow and he takes a step back. Majors manages to get to his feet and he takes Willard down to the floor with a sloppy take down.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is still fighting, but he’s barely able to move around. It could be it for him soon.

Ace Anderson: His career? Good. Finally!

Majors manages to get his legs around Willard’s arm and he locks him into a LeBell lock!

Jerry Andrews: Years of Pain!

Ace Anderson: Ironically, Rick Majors wasn’t much of a submission wrestler until he became Gabriel. And now a move he learned while worshiping could end this match!

The referee rushes over to check on Willard, but the hold is quickly broken! Willard grabs Majors’ hands and pulls them apart, breaking free.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is just too weak to hold onto that move for any meaningful amount of time.

As Willard powers out, both men get to their feet. Majors adjusts his positioning and locks Willard in a headlock. Willard hits Majors with an elbow to the spine and breaks free. He then shoves Majors from behind. Willard then charges at him, but Majors kicks him in the stomach and….

Ace Anderson: MAJOR IMPACT ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

The crowd cheers as both men lay motionless. Slowly Majors rolls over onto his stomach. He then tries to crawl through the crowd, towards the ring.

Ace Anderson: Majors can’t even stand! He’s crawling away from Willard!

Jerry Andrews: But Willard could be out cold!

As Majors reaches the barricade, the referee checks on Willard who apparently is aware enough to say that he can continue. Majors now grabs a steel chair and he momentarily rests, leaning the barricade to catch his breath. He again wipes the blood from his eye and then walks back towards Willard, chair in hand.

Jason Willard very slowly stands up and… CRACK!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD WHAT A CHAIR SHOT!

Majors stumbles away from the scene, as Willard hits the floor with a brutal thud. He then composes himself and walks back to his downed opponent who has still not moved. Majors reaches down and pulls Willard up to his feet. Blood is dripping down his face.

Jerry Andrews: Now Jason Willard is bleeding heavily as well! This evens things up a bit!

Majors drags his bloody former Lord through the crowd. He then slams him face-first into the barricade before throwing him back over to the ringside area. Majors wipes the blood away from his own cut and then climbs over the barrier himself.

Jerry Andrews: We knew this wouldn’t be pretty folks, but what a brawl it has been.

Ace Anderson: What a war! This isn’t a technical classic, despite being a submission match. It’s just a fight. And a damn good one.

Majors cracks a steel chair across Willard’s spine. Then again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors just UNLOADING on Willard with chair shots now! Think of everything Willard took away from him, his name, his identity, his pride. Think about how Willard tormented him, mocked him, insulted him, how he attacked his ex-wife and everything he put Rick Majors through. All that anger is coming out of Rick Majors with these chair shots!

Finally, with the chair a mangled mess, Majors stops. Willard is crumbled into a heap on the floor.

Jerry Andrews: It’s almost too bad that Willard came out here by himself tonight. He’s curled up in the fetal position like someone who needs his mommy!

Ace Anderson: You’re enjoying this too much. Besides, there’s no way he submits to Rick Majors. No. Way.

Majors pulls Willard off of the floor and throws him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Majors follows.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, look! They’re in the ring!

Rick Majors now mounts his opponent and unloads on him with a series of right hands to the face. He then locks in Years of Pain again!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it right here folks!

Willard struggles in the move. He crawls desperately, eventually reaching the ropes. The referee calls for a break, but there’s nothing he can do due to the no disqualification stipulation! Majors cranks back on the hold. Willard screams in pain, but he manages to keep crawling…. crawling… until he’s under the ropes almost entirely! He then falls to the floor, forcing Majors to break the hold.

Ace Anderson: That was the only thing Jason Willard could do. There was no way Majors was going to let go of that hold. Smart move by Willard.

Majors rolls under the ropes and he pulls Willard up…. but he’s hit by a low blow! Willard then shoves Majors down to the floor. He slowly pulls his way up, using the ring stairs to hold himself. Majors is up and he charges at Willard, but Willard dodges out of the way and Majors slams into the stairs! Willard takes advantage, grabbing Majors by the head and slamming him face-first into the steel.

Willard stands up, cursing at the downed Majors. Willard wipes the blood from his eyes and then reaches under the ring for a chair. With Majors still slumped over the stairs, Willard slams the chair down, crushing Rick Majors’ head between the stairs and the chair!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors head was just crushed between steel!

Willard stands up and smiles. He spits blood before pulling the lifeless Majors up and throwing him into the ring. He follows him in. Majors is on his hands and knees now, but Willard grabs him and locks him into….

Ace Anderson: BEACON STREET STRETCH!!!

Majors screams out in pain, blood pouring down his face. The referee asks him if he wants to submit. He screams no. Willard tightens his grip. The referee asks again. Still no.

Jerry Andrews: THEY’RE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! THERE’S NOTHING MAJORS CAN DO! HE MAY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SUBMIT!

The referee asks again. Majors does not respond. He’s asked again and still no response. The referee yells that if Majors does not answer he will stop the match….. Majors screams no!

Majors then drives his forearm right into Willard’s nose! The blow stuns him enough that he loosens his grip and Majors can get free.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors somehow got out of that brutal hold but he’s got to be in serious pain. We all know about his neck surgery and that move can’t be good for your neck.

Willard slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Majors up…. Majors kicks him in the stomach!

Jerry Andrews: BELIEVE! IN! THIS!

Both men are down on the mat. The crowd rises to their feet. Majors is the first to stir. He slowly crawls across the ring before standing up, staggered and dazed. Willard is up as well and he runs at Majors. Majors dodges out of the way and he shoves the charging Willard face-first into the steel chair that he wedged between the turnbuckles earlier!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Willard hit that chair with his face!

Majors takes advantage and he locks Willard in a bridging double chicken wing!

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR PAIN!!!

Willard struggles in the hold. The referee rushes over to check on him. He can be heard screaming no. He struggles more. He still will not submit. He struggles to break free. Majors tightens his grip. Willard manages to roll over, fighting out of the move!

Ace Anderson: These guys are both so tired and they’ve both lost so much blood that I don’t know if either of them are going to keep a submission move locked in long enough to win the match!

Both competitors slowly stagger to the feet. Majors kicks Willard in the stomach! He sets him up in a double underhook!

Jerry Andrews: Looking for the Major Impact… no! Willard breaks free!

Ace Anderson: He shoves Majors now and…

Jerry Andrews: TRAGIC KINGDOM! ONE! MORE! TIME!

Ace Anderson: I think Majors is out cold.

Willard slowly pulls himself up. He then looks down at the lifeless Majors and smiles. He grabs his opponent’s arm and places it between his legs! He then grabs Majors face in a crossface!

Jerry Andrews: LeBell lock! He wants to beat Rick Majors with his own move!

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors… BELIEVE IN THIS!!! BELIEVE IN JASON WILLARD!!!

Majors desperately tries to break the hold, using his free hand to claw at Willard’s hands, but they’re locked together tightly!

Ace Anderson: Ref! Ring the damn bell!

Jerry Andrews: Come on! Majors is still fighting!

Ace Anderson: He's too dumb to know he should quit!

Majors IS still fighting, but it’s getting tougher and tougher to do. Blood is dripping down his face. He closes his eyes but keeps clawing at Willard’s hands. The referee asks him if he wants to submit and there’s silence. He asks again and finally Majors says no. He keeps scratching and clawing at Willard’s hands…. then his hand drops. The referee asks him if he’d like to submit. There’s no answer. He’s asked again. Still nothing. One more time…..

Jerry Andrews: And Rick Majors screams no! He’s still in this!

Majors finally manages to break Willard’s grip and he frees himself from the hold! Willard stands up and stomps away on Majors’ back. He then grabs him and tries to lock on the Beacon Street Stretch again! Majors quickly rolls over and escapes before the hold can be locked on. Both men are up… Majors charges at Willard…. running busaiku knee kick!!!

Ace Anderson: TRAGIC KINGDOM!?!?

Both competitors are down. Majors slowly gets to his feet first. Willard is up as well. He takes a step toward Majors and is kicked in the stomach for his troubles.

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!!

Majors grabs Willard’s arm….

Jerry Andrews: YEARS OF PAIN!

Now it’s Jason Willard’s turn to scratch and claw. Majors tightening his grip. Willard tries desperately to break free. Majors holds on. Willard tries again, attempting to break the hold. Rick Majors has it locked in. The referee asks Willard if he would like to submit. He screams no. Willard spits blood and claws at Majors’ clasped hands. The referee asks him again. With his eyes closed he screams. The referee asks if he would like to submit. Willard screams in pain…. and then….

“YES!”

Jason Willard taps! Jason Willard submits! The bell rings! The crowd cheers!

Jerry Andrews: He’s done it! Rick Majors has done it!

Ace Anderson: I can’t believe it!

Rick Majors holds onto the hold, cranking back further for just another second or two before letting go. The sounds of “Wastelands” play throughout the arena. The referee raises the hand of a bloody and exhausted Rick Majors.

Sasha Greene: “The winner of this match by submission: RICK ‘THE IMPACT’ MAJORS!!!!!”

Majors slowly gets to his feet as the crowd rises to their feet once again.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors finally – FINALLY – has defeated Jason Willard. He has defeated Seromine. He has freed himself from the cult! Rick Majors stands tall!

Ace Anderson: What a match! What a fight! My God!

Jason Willard rolls out of the ring and collapses onto the floor at ringside. Medical staff rush out to check on the huge cut on his face. Rick Majors briefly looks down at him before slowly pulling himself up onto the second turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air in victory.

We cut to back stage where Shane Dodge is standing backstage near the locker rooms. He has a microphone with he PCW logo on it in his right hand raised towards his lips.

Shane Dodge: “Ladies and gentleman, at this time I would like to introduce my guest, 'The Hollywood Hero' Gerard Angelo.”

Gerard walks into the shot and the Faithful watching on the Tron gives him a big pop. Gerry is dressed in his ring gear and one of his “Hollywood Hero” t-shirts (available on PCWShop.com). He gives Shane a smile as he stands next to him.

Shane Dodge: “Gerard, for the second year in a row you’ve been entered into the Deadly Rumble. Last year you outlasted the field in what many considered an upset victory. Do you think your past experience gives you a leg up on the rest of the competitors?”

Gerard rubs his chin as he mulls it over. Shane moves the mic towards the defending Rumble champ.

Gerard Angelo: “I think having gone the distance last year gives me a better understanding on what I need to do to win, and winning this match twice would be another fantastic accolade in my PCW tenure. Only one other person has won the Deadly Rumble twice, and it wasn’t two in a row.”

Shane Dodge: “But Gerard, do you think you have enough momentum considering you’re on an almost unbelievable losing streak?”

Gerard narrows his eyes as his smile fades.

Gerard Angelo: “We put too much stock in momentum in this business. Everyday is a new day and every match is different. Last year I came in under the radar and I won.” Gerard says, pointing his thumb at his chest. “Me. Not David Hunter. Not Dominator. Me. Everyone can overlook me all they want and write me off. I like it that way. I perform best when no one gives me a chance. And I will prove that tonight.”

Shane Dodge: “So are you calling your shot?”

Gerry smirks at Shane.

Gerard Angelo: “Lets just say that by the end of tonight, everyone is gonna be talking about Gerard Angelo. Thanks Shane.”

Gerard turns and exits the shot, leaving Shane Dodge to shrug.

Shane Dodge: “Well, back to you guys.”

Back at ringside, Sasha Greene is ready for the next match.

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

Jerry Andrews: This should be a good one. Two men with a rich history over the years in PCW.

Ace Anderson: Grimm challenged for Stormm's North American title last year. The one title that still eludes him. Can he turn back the challenge of Stormm and deny him the title that has escaped him for nearly a decade?

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

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

Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, a spotlight hits the entrance to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, but Stormm isn't there. The crowd is hushed as everyone in attendance begin to look at each other, and around the arena for answers. Where is the challenger?

Ace Anderson: Maybe Stormm realized what he was going up against, and decided to stay home!

Not even Jerry's quick wit has a chance to respond before the crowd gasps and the camera hastily pans to the void above the ring to see a figuring descending towards the ring in a black blur. From underneath a black hood attached to an ankle length, black leather trench coat covered in straps and buckles, Stormm's gaze fixates on the entrance ramp as he comes to a stop seven feet above the ring. The dimly lit arena paired with the Force of Nature's dark attire make him nearly impossible to see as he dangles above the squared circle.

Sasha Greene: He is the Force of Nature... STORMM!

Jerry Andrews: My God, Ace, not only is Stormm here, but nobody could have expected him to make an entrance like that tonight either!

Ace is speechless, and Sasha Greene doesn't know whether to finally announce the Force of nature or not, and remains silent as well. The crowd is going crazy as the music dies down, and the lights begin shift waiting for the PCW World Champion to make his appearance as well. Regardless, Stormm remains hovering above the ring, waiting for his opponent.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent...

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 (quite seasonably appropriate). 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. Weighing 217 lbs. He is the PCW World Champion...GRIMM!

Ace Anderson: Here comes our World Champion for his second title defense…well, the second one this time around. I guess if you count them all up, it’s actually…uh…let’s see…

Jerry Andrews: Don’t hurt yourself, Ace. As you were saying, Grimm’s defending that belt again, and this time it’s against an old foe – or friend, depending on the day – that knows his way around those grimm matches. Two of the longest standing members of Pure Class Wrestling, battling it out over the top prize in the industry. This is going to be a sight to behold!

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 candle wax drips onto the parchment as the figure begins the long walk to the ring. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. There’s the usual brown T-shirt featuring a certain dead tree from the center of Hangtown, green britches, and black boots. And tonight, those lights glint off the massive title belt strapped around his waist. Still, Grimm remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. Trauma or Pay Per View, champion or not, the approach inside and outside the ring remains the same -- the Hangtown Horror comes at you wrapped in seven layers of pain, misery, and an elemental indifference to your personal wellbeing. Tonight shall be no different. 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 to weather this encroaching storm(m).

As the house lights come back on, and the music dies down, Stormm's descent into the ring continues as his eyes meet those of Grimm for the first time. As soon as his feet touch the mat, he frees himself from his trench coat, and it goes flying back up into the rafters, seemingly distracting everyone else in the arena, except for Grimm and Stormm.

PCW World Championship
Grimm (PCW World ©) vs Stormm
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

They don't do the typical face to face, but the two men are staring at the other from across the ring. The crowd is mostly pro-Stormm, but Grimm has his fair share of supporters be it out of respect or, you know, fear!

Champion and Challenger move out of their respective corners, both remaining laser focused. They inch closer to a grapple. Stormm makes the first move and catches Grimm off with a school boy!

1!

Grimm pushes that off. He never gets to a full stand because of an inside cradle!

1!

Again, Grimm breaks out before the count of two can ever be laid down. He gets up a hair second behind Stormm, then finds his arms getting bridged from behind. Stormm drops to his knees and leans forward, bringing Grimm over with a backslide. Stormm presses the shoulders down to grab his third pin attempt.

1!

2!

Grimm immediately breaks free as soon as the sudden sound of the second number is successful. The Hangtown Horror is backed against the ropes now, presenting Stormm the opportunity to clothesline him over the top rope. Grimm takes quick control of the situation by pulling Justin under the bottom rope. His strike attempt is blocked, but Stormm's isn't! Stormm throws a combination before Grimm pulls him into a meeting with the ring post.

Jerry Andrews: The tide has just turned following that.

Ace Anderson (sarcastic): Too bad Stormm's ring sense failed him there.

Grimm stalks Stormm around the ring and then gives him a well placed running knee to the back, pushing Stormm into a second ring post. Only this time Stormm puts out his hands to halt momentum. He reaches back to grab a handful of Grimm's beard, then uses it to pull the champ into the post!

Stormm takes the action back inside of the ring. Feeding off the crowd support, he runs Grimm over with a clothesline. Then a dropkick. Then finally a belly-to-belly suplex! Grimm attempts to escape the ring like Houdini, but Stormm prevents it. Grimm counters being pulled up with an Irish whip.

Or so it would appear. Grimm has a sudden change of heart and instead short-arms Stormm into a nasty headbutt above the left eye. Stormm staggers away from Grimm, but even while holding his head, never loses sight of where The Crimson Demon is. Not that it matters; Grimm aggressively traps him in the corner with a barrage of strikes until Stormm is left sitting in a heap.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm finds himself in trouble. Thankfully his eye is still able to be open.

Ace Anderson: Stormm asked for this, Jerry. Grimm is merely delivering the beating that was ordered.

Grimm chokes Stormm with all the tightness of garrote wire away from the referee's point of view. He takes sadistic pleasure in watching Stormm fight for air, giving him a front row view to those glacier blue eyes. A five count is finally administered, saving Stormm in the process. Grimm removes his hands from the neck, and pulls Stormm to his feet.

Stormm is turned around, then has his throat mercessily throttled over the top rope. Stormm shows signs of revival this time, stinging Grimm with elbows to the head. Grimm rips him away from the ropes. Stormm is lifted in a fireman's carry, but he slips behind. German suplex! Grimm clings to his head. Stormm remains on his back, working on getting his breathing back to normal.

Grimm pushes himself to his feet first. Stormm is lifted, but drives forearms into the midsection. He springs to life with a belly-to-back suplex! Stormm grounds and pounds Grimm before taking him to the ropes. Grimm pulls Justin through the top and middle, but the challenger rolls onto the apron. Grimm is shouldered in the gut. Stormm kicks him in the face. He runs up to the top...missile dropkick! Stormm rolls Grimm over.

1!

2!

Grimm kicks out of that. Stormm continues control of the match with a snap suplex. He floats over for an attempt at a second one, but Grimm refuses to cooperate. Grimm jabs Stormm and gives him a taste of his own medicine. The two remained locked like bulls, working their way up in tandem and eventually into a double neckbreaker! They have each other pinned...

1!

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Both throw their shoulders off the mat. HANGTOWN HORROR! LET'S GO STORMM! dual chants have now begun. They trade strikes every step of the way to a vertical base. Stormm halts an incoming headbutt and instead runs Grimm into a turnbuckle. His head snaps back, however, and catches Justin by surprise. With Stormm turned around, Grimm spins him forward with a sickening thud to the corner, compromising his nervous system in the process.

Jerry Andrews: All of the impact of a car crash!

Grimm gathers his wits before dragging Stormm to the middle of the ring. A surprise drop toe hold is turned into an STF! Grimm rolls him over onto his back...

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Stormm forces Grimm back over, but his grip isn't quite as strong, so the submission is dropped entirely. Grimm tries escaping the ring like before and the result is the same. Grimm takes some brutal knife edge chops to the chest. Stormm mounts a flurry of strikes, keeping Grimm against the ropes like he were an inflatable clown.

Irish whip and a sleeper hold! The fans are electric as Stormm attempts to put Grimm away in the center of the ring. Any attempt from Grimm to reach a break is thwarted by Stormm forcing him to remain where he has him. Grimm has the back of his knees kicked out, dropping him, and giving Stormm the chance to squeeze his anaconda like grip.

Jerry Andrews: He may have him! Stormm could be seconds away from becoming World Champion!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, right. The odds of that are the same as Clayton Kershaw not choking in the playoffs.

Grimm's fire does appear to be extinguished, but it suddenly reignites! Grimm pops his neck and before Stormm can say force of nature, Grimm delivers a teeth rattling jawbreaker. Stormm is occupied with checking his bone structure, allowing Grimm to rise like Dracula from his coffin. He turns and gives Stormm another present to the teeth in the form of a savate kick!

Stormm takes a tumble to the floor. Grimm is understandably slow for the present, but the effects of the sleeperhold will eventually dissipate. He joins Stormm outside of the ring. Control remains in Hangtown following a bell clap. Grimm then delivers a back suplex across the railing, drawing some cringes from the faithful. Stormm favors where impact was most felt, but that doesn't stop Grimm from attacking it.

Stormm is brought to his feet and sent flying into the ring steps. Grimm spears him through! The tumble isn't pretty provided the dislodging, but the impact is felt at full capacity. Grimm dumps Stormm inside of the ring and follows after. Back breaker and a pin.

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Stormm gets a shoulder off the mat, but winces. Grimm rolls him over so that he's face down. Not known as one for top rope offense, Grimm throws in a new wrinkle by coming off with a diving headbutt to the lower lumbar. Stormm pushes himself partially up, opening the door for a camel clutch! Grimm can't quite get his fingers locked due to a defiant Stormm, so he chooses to stomp and twist the middle of the spine like a knife had just been plunged in.

Jerry Andrews: That's a visual that'll be hard to forget. Grimm continues to target.

Stormm is sent corner to corner like a pinball until Grimm decides to give him a running back elbow and a followed Samoan drop! Stormm is taken to the ropes and sent across the ring. He hits the brakes to avoid a running lariat. Grimm races into a boot to the face. Then a second. Stormm moves in and is picked up into a spineb---COUNTER---Stormm shocks everyone with a Flash Flood!

LET'S GO STORMM! LET'S GO STORMM! LET'S GO STORMM!

Ace Anderson: They may be chanting that, but what they mean is LET GO, STORMM. The faithful want him to lose.

Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!

Stormm is unable to make the pin, but at least he has a chance for a breather. Stormm starts the slow process of getting to his feet. The ropes are a good assistant in accomplishing that goal. Grimm beats him to the punch by delivering a forearm to the lower back. Stormm alternates back elbows to Grimm's head, then he goes behind. Grimm reverses course. Stormm is pushed into the ropes. Spinebuster! Grimm follows through with a pin.

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3---KICK OUT!

The cold, calculating, emotionless World Champion pulls Stormm up by the hair. Stormm hits a European uppercut! A stunned Grimm finds himself whipped to the ropes, but when he returns he hits a sudden wheelbarrow facebuster! FODDERSHOCK. Grimm rolls Stormm over with both of his legs hooked.

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3---KICK OUT!

Jerry Andrews: What a match this is!

The faithful rally behind Stormm. Grimm has no cares for cheers or boos. Stormm is swung into a corner. A charging Grimm finds nobody home. Stormm wraps his left arm around Grimm's neck, leaning him backwards. Stormm grabs a hold of the pants with his free right hand, lifting Grimm off of the ground. Stormm falls backwards, bringing Grimm with him, planting his head and neck onto the mat with a Hangcloud DDT! He turns over for the pin...

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NO! Grimm puts his foot on the ropes in the nick of time! Stormm uses the ropes in order to work himself back up. Grimm is hoisted to his feet, but moved away from the corner. A short-arm whip moves Grimm into a knee lift. Then a Russian leg sweep! Stormm rolls through with Grimm, following everything with a full nelson slam. Stormm collapses to a knee as his back returns to being a problem.

Stormm refuses to stay down for long. He knows what's on the line and is determined to either stand victorious or go down swinging with his best effort. Grimm is picked up. Stormm is ran backwards against the corner. But Grimm leaves him to his lot. He hits the brakes on what would've been another empty charge, turning in time to deliver DEAD RECKONING! Stormm slumps over where he stands...

Jerry Andrews: TONGAN DEATH GRIP!

Ace Anderson: The proper name is Asiatic Spike, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has reached way back into the Dillinger play book. Sadistic was known for using this.

Grimm has his right thumb pushed onto a pressure point in Stormm's throat. The submission is applied tight, sending intense pain coursing through Stormm's body as he falls prone. Grimm violently keeps applying pressure. The uproar of the cheering faithful begins dying off...Stormm refuses to tap out...but he starts showing signs of fading...

Ace Anderson: Say goodnight, Stormm. When you wake up, everything will be as it was before.

Stormm is halfway to Morpheus when he suddenly shoots back up with a new lease on life! Grimm is jammed with elbows to the ribs, but a rake of the eyes stops that from leading to anything else. Stormm gets drop toe holed against the ropes. Grimm leads him towards a corner while Stormm clutches his throat. Grimm slowly sits himself up on the top turnbuckle, then facelocks Stormm. He fights back against the pending finisher! Grimm is undeterred. He rotates around...but Stormm transitions somehow into a death valley driver! Both men are down.

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They stir. Grimm appears to have the lead on getting up first.

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Grimm does in fact get to his feet first, but Stormm isn't far behind. Grimm throws a savate kick, but Stormm rolls past it. Grimm turns to a boot to his midsection. Stormm sets him up in a fisherman...FORCE OF NATURE is halted! Grimm spins through it, turning Stormm around for a back body drop. Stormm flips over, but lands on his feet with Grimm hooked in for a neckbreaker. Grimm pushes Stormm towards the ropes. Stormm sticks his feet on them to flip back around so that he's in front of Grimm.

Stormm hurries to lock Grimm in a fisherman's suplex position. He picks him up, jumps, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Grimm is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back! FORCE OF NATURE! Stormm gets a pin...

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Jerry Andrews: He's done it! He's done it! For the first time since July 31, 2011, Justin "Stormm" Michaels is the World Champion!

Sasha Greene: The winner of the match and NEWWWWWWWWWW PCW World Champion: STORMM!

The new champion is awarded his title and has his arm raised. He clutches it and looks upon the faceplate in disbelief. Reality finally catches up as Stormm raises the championship high in the air.

He takes some time hitting the corners, but is awash with nothing but support from the faithful as "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine plays. His wife, Lindsay, joins him inside of the ring, wiping tears from her eyes in-between applauding. Stormm embraces her for what feels like an eternity. They exit together and once at the top of the stage, Stormm gets mobbed by other family members.

Jerry Andrews: We have a new world champion, and soon that new world champion will have a new challenger! Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the 2019 Deadly Rumble!

Ace Anderson: This is going to be epic!

Sasha Greene: The following contest is THE DEADLY RUMBLE!

The announcement draws sustained cheers.

Sasha Greene: The winner of the match will receive a World Title match at Collision Course. Currently in the ring is the individual who drew #1. From Walla Walla, Washington, weighing 170 lbs, DEXTER BURKE!

The unremarkable jobber from Northwestern Washington could best be described as a Revenge of the Nerds reject. He stands about 5'10", light skinned with a thin frame, curly black hair, and an overbite. The only reaction heard after the announcement is a technical glitch of crickets.

Sasha Greene: Also making his way to the ring is the individual who drew #2!

Ace Anderson (snorts): Number two...

Jerry Andrews: Really mature there, Ace.

Sasha Greene: From Miami Gardens, Florida, weighing 200 lbs, NOAH VENTURA!

NOAH!
NOAH!
NOAH!

The sudden (and surprising) scattered chant is joined by cheers, catching the nondescript jobber off guard. He still looks like someone who has been evenly cooked on the beach by the sun, but plain wrestling attire is a different color tonight.

Ace Anderson: Oh, goodie. Another waste of PCW funds. Does he expect Stormm to win the Rumble for him?

Jerry Andrews: Regardless of that fact, he still holds a win over Jason Willard.

Ace Anderson: I heard he's filed to have that overturned. Rules are rules and Noah deserves to be disqualified and denied his spot in the Rumble!

The 2019 Deadly Rumble
The winner receives a shot at the PCW World Championship at Collision Course 8 on Sunday December 8th.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Both of these enhancement talents are proud graduates of the Joey Handy School of Klutz. Right out of the gate they trip over themselves, make contact with one another, and then drop like they've been hit with an impact move.

What can loosely be called an attempt at a dropkick hardly finds the mark from Dexter. Noah's limp clothesline is easily sidestepped. When he turns, Dexter gives him a swift boot to the midsection. Ventura is swung a short distance to the ropes. Dexter throws his head down well in advance and pays for it with a sunset flip.

There are no pins in this match.

The two stand and once again, stumble over themselves in an effort to string together any display of offense. One has the idea to throw the other to the ropes, then run the opposite way, and when they collide in the middle of the ring, they mow each other down with a double clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Well, that backfired.

Ace Anderson: This is redefining embarrassing.

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BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees, turns the arena cotton candy colorful with sweeping up and down rotations of blue, purple, and pink light. The faithful are soon booing in mass unison as...LUCY WILLARD storms to the ring, armed with knitting needles in both hands.

The usually chipper mother enters the ring with a focused stare that has slight leanings of anger. She DRIVES the first needle through the right hands of both Dexter and Noah, pinning them in place. Without missing a beat, she drives the second needle through their left hands, further impaling them to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is disgusting!

Lucy stands upright and gazes at what she has just done. The ice thaws enough for her to appear sympathetic to their pain. "Please forgive me! I'm only looking out for my precious Jason. Would you like to meet him again?!" Now her chipperness returns. "Why---yes! I just know he'd like that. After all, I'm here to keep an eye on him!"

Lucy clasps her hands together and twirls towards the stage. "Jason! Mommy has a surprise for you!"

Her eyes follow his every step. Her smile widens little by little as he gets closer and closer. Jason swiftly moves towards his mother's outstretched arms, promptly receiving a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. He looks at the struggling Dexter and Noah with wonderment and appreciation.

Lucy whispers something in his ear before taking her spot at ringside. Jason sits on his knees and projects sympathy to their pain. He wiggles the sharp instruments and removes them with one quick pull. "I helped them, Mommy!" Jason is all too happy to show her the needles. "See? Their pain is alllll gone!"

Lucy lovingly approves. Jason disposes of the needles and then disposes of the two jobbers in short succession.

"DEXTER BURKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

"NOAH VENTURA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

Willard then begins to pantomime eliminating invisible opponents. Once he's reached a number in his head, he starts to celebrate like he just won the Rumble again!

That is...until...

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“Wastelands” by Linkin Park blares throughout the arena and the crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my….

Ace Anderson: We thought the battle between these two ended earlier tonight, but I guess we’re in for an encore!

Rick Majors runs down to the ring and slides under the ropes. Jason Willard immediately begins to stomp away on him. He then pulls Majors up and throws him into the corner. Willard charges, but Majors gets out of the way and Willard hits the turnbuckle hard. Majors grabs him as he comes out and drives a strong elbow into his head.

Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are beaten and battered, but they’re still going at it!

Majors tries to pull Willard into the center of the ring, but Willard stops him and clotheslines him in the back of the head, knocking him down. Willard pulls Majors up now, but Majors elbows him in the stomach, doubling him over. Rick gets to his feet now and….

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!!

Both men stay down on the canvas for a while. Majors gets to his feet slowly.

Ace Anderson: These guys are both worn down from their fight earlier. No matter what, I can’t see either of them winning this match with all the fresh competitors that are about to come up.

Majors grabs Willard and throws him over the ropes! Willard lands on the apron. Majors swings with a clothesline, but Willard dodges it. Majors spins around now and hits Willard with a spinning hook kick knocking him off the apron and onto the floor!

“JASON WILLARD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Ace Anderson: And now Rick Majors gets a few seconds to rest, which he’s certainly going to need.

Majors sits down in the corner, clearly needing all of the breaks he can get. He breathes heavily while checking the cut above his eye. The stitches appear to be holding. He shakes his head and pulls himself up to his feet as the crowd starts to count.

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BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

"Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal plays as David Hunter makes his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man…

Ace Anderson: The North American champion is here!

Majors readies himself as Hunter enters the ring, but it doesn’t matter. Hunter nearly flips him inside out with a clothesline! As Majors stands up, his head is almost taken off with a big boot!

Ace Anderson: I have a feeling this isn’t going to last long….

Hunter kneels down beside Majors and unloads on him with a series of right and left hands to the face, reopening the cut above his opponent’s eye.

Ace Anderson: The cut on Rick’s face has been reopened! That’s really bad news for him!

Hunter pulls Majors up and throws him into the corner. Majors hits the turnbuckles with a thud and falls to the mat. Hunter stomps away on him, before pulling him to his feet. He tries to drag him to the ropes, but Majors literally collapses to a heap on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: It’s going to be really hard to move what might be dead weight at this point, let alone get him over the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors being unconscious might be the best chance he has at staying alive in this match!

After several attempts to get Rick Majors’ lifeless body off of the canvas, David Hunter throws him down to the mat in frustration. He then starts to stomp away on him.

Ace Anderson: This isn’t the first time Rick Majors had trouble getting up, you know. There’s a reason his wife left him!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Will you stop!?

Hunter now pulls Majors up and he drags him across the ring. Majors suddenly drops down behind him and shoves him into the ropes! Majors hits a clothesline that staggers him, but doesn’t send him over. David Hunter replies with a clothesline of his own and Rick Majors is down once more.

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The crowd anxiously awaits the next entrant. “Rumble” by Link Wray & His Ray Men plays through the building. Wearing black karate pants and a headband, Lee Rumbles makes his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: He’s not dead!?

Ace Anderson: I swear, this year, I was sure he was dead.

Lee Rumbles enters the ring. David Hunter stops pounding on Rick Majors’ face long enough to meet him as he does. Hunter hits him with a harsh forearm to the face and follows it up with a knee to the head. Rumbles is staggered. Hunter grabs him and hits him with a suplex. As Mr. Rumbles gets to his knees, he’s taken down by a bicycle kick to the face!

Jerry Andrews: Ode to Frank!

Ace Anderson: Very smart strategy by Hunter here turning his attention to the freshest man in this match.

Jerry Andrews: He’s giving Rick Majors time to recover, however.

Ace Anderson: Can you see Rick Majors right now? I don’t think he’s recovering. I don't think he can recover at this point.

Majors remains on the mat, struggling to get to his feet. Meanwhile, Hunter pulls Rumbles up. Lee tries to fight back, firing several quick strikes, but Hunter takes him back down with a clothesline. As Rumbles gets up, he’s hit with The Thrill of the Hunt!

Jerry Andrews: Boom!

Ace Anderson: Annnnnddd…… over the ropes he goes!

“LEE RUMBLES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Ace Anderson: I think he might really be dead now.

Hunter immediately returns his attention to Majors, who has just made it to his feet using the ropes. He’s hit with a big boot to the head, knocking him down once more.

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“The Truth Reigns” begins to play and everyone knows who the next competitor in the match will be!

Jerry Andrews: It’s Razor Blade!

Razor rushes into the ring, unloading on Hunter with several powerful blows! Hunter is staggered and then SPEARED down to the mat! The crowd cheers as Razor pulls David Hunter up and throws him into the corner. Hunter hits hard. Razor waits for David Hunter to come out of the corner, but while he’s waiting, he’s struck in the back of the head by Rick Majors!

Jerry Andrews: Majors is still in this! But you have to wonder why he wouldn’t wait it out and let Hunter and Razor destroy one another.

Ace Anderson: I’ll give Majors credit. I think he saw how rested and dominant Razor is right now and he wanted to attack him before he eliminated Hunter and turned his attention towards him.

Majors delivers several kicks to Razor’s legs. Razor seemingly brushes them off and he tackles Majors down to the mat. Razor now pulls him up and drops him with a big slam. He then stomps away on his fallen victim before turning around and walking right into a Hunter Suite!

Jerry Andrews: Maybe THAT will stop the rampage of Razor!

Hunter now kneels over him, hitting several big forearms to his face. He then pulls Razor up and throws him into the corner. Razor walks out, and Hunter clotheslines him down to the mat. He pulls him up and backs him into the corner once again. David Hunter hits several strong strikes to Razor’s midsection. He then delivers a big elbow to the face, that slumps Razor down in the corner. David Hunter then stomps away on him, wearing down the big man in the corner.

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The crowd turns their attention to the entryway once more. “Amazing” by Kanye West plays and the crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo! The PCW Faithful are thrilled to see the Hollywood Hero enter this match!

Angelo steps into the ring and he’s immediately rushed by Rick Majors. Angelo clotheslines him to the mat hard. Gerard throws Rick into the corner and then takes him down with a running Busaiku knee kick!

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo has been struggling since losing the world title to Grimm, but he’s hoping to right the course here tonight in this match and get back into the championship picture!

Jerry Andrews: He showed us last year that he definitely has what it takes to win this match!

Angelo pulls Majors up and tosses him towards the ropes. Majors falls through the ropes and lands on the floor on the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Through the ropes! Through the ropes! Majors is still in this match!

Ace Anderson: We know, Jerry. We know.

Meanwhile, Hunter pulls Razor out of the corner. He turns briefly to look at Angelo and Razor takes advantage of this, and he clothesline’s Hunter down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: David Hunter went to check out the newest competitor in this match and he paid for it!

Ace Anderson: That’s why these matches are so dangerous! Of course, you want to see what the other competitors in the ring are doing, especially when one has just entered the match, but you can’t take your eyes off of anyone even for a second!

Razor turns towards Angelo now. He rushes at him, but Angelo takes him down with a clothesline. He pulls Razor up, but he’s hit in the back by Rick Majors who has re-entered the match. Majors throws Angelo into the corner while David Hunter hits Razor Blade with a double axe handle to the back. He tries to set him up, but Razor overpowers him, throwing him into the corner. As Hunter steps out, Blade takes him down with a big boot.

Meanwhile, Gerard Angelo fights his way out of the corner and he kicks Majors in the stomach. He then sets him up and power bombs him down to the mat!

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“Spiders” by Billy Corgan plays and Holden Ross enters to a loud series of boos from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross is here!

Ace Anderson: How happy must David Hunter be now!?

Ross enters the ring and he immediately strikes Blade in the back. Ross steps out of the corner and two double team the Big Dog, taking him down to the mat. They then unload on him with a series of stomps.

On the other side of the ring, Gerard Angelo is trying to get Majors over the ropes, but he’s hanging on for dear life. He finally gets him over, but Majors lands on the apron on his feet. Angelo swings at him, but Majors blocks it and counters with a shot of his own. He then re-enters the match.

Majors pulls Angelo up, but the former World Champion takes him down to the mat with a spinebuster. He then delivers several strong stomps to his opponent, who tries to cover up to avoid the damage.

Meanwhile, Hunter and Holden have Razor Blade in the corner. They take turns hitting him with several stiff strikes, seemingly enjoying the pain they’re causing. Hunter pulls Razor up and Holden runs with a clothesline. At the last second, Razor breaks free and he shoves Holden right into David Hunter! Both men hit the mat as Razor Blade stands triumphant.

It doesn’t last long however, and he turns around and walks right into a snap super kick to the face from Gerard Angelo!

Jerry Andrews: One! Hit! Wonder!

Ace Anderson: Smart move by Angelo recognizing that Razor was building some momentum and putting a stop to it! Angelo now pulls Razor up and throws him out of the ring!

“RAZOR BLADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Gerard Angelo doesn’t have much time to celebrate though, as Rick Majors hits him from behind with a drop kick! He almost goes over the ropes, but Angelo catches himself on the top rope. Majors runs at him, but Angelo tackles him down to the mat.

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“Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO begins to play!

Jerry Andrews: Oh no.

Ace Anderson: Oh yes!

Buck Brochamp appears and runs down to the ring! He stops to pose and the ladies love him! They want to take him to bed usually. He is not on steroids. The Broski enters the ring, ready to crush his opponents into nothing or dust.

As he enters, though, he’s immediately double teamed by David Hunter and Holden Ross. Angelo has Majors in a dangerous position again, but Majors thumbs him in the eye and gets back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: The ol’ thumb to the eye by Rick Majors.

Ace Anderson: I guess because his vision is weakened, he wants to weaken everyone else’s too! What a jerk.

Majors tackles Angelo down to the mat. Angelo easily adjusts positions with Majors, and he starts to unleash several strong shots to his face, which certainly don’t make his bloody and swollen eye any better.

Holden Ross grabs Buck Brochamp and he hits him with a sidewalk slam. As Brochamp sits up, David Hunter hits him with a penalty kick to the chest. The strong, very muscular chest that all the ladies want. Ross hits a leg drop on the downed opponent.

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“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers plays and out steps Texas Tim, wearing a white cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs along with a fringed jacket and a big smile on his face. He enters the ring, takes off his cowboy regalia, and attacks Gerard Angelo from behind. Tim pulls him up and throws him into the corner.

On the other side of the ring, Hunter and Ross unceremoniously eliminate Buck Brochamp from the match.

“BUCK BROCHAMP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Buck Brochamp will not be earning a World Title match tonight!

Ace Anderson: But maybe next year, right? Maybe next year?

Jerry Andrews: Sure. Maybe.

Gerard Angelo powers out of the corner, hitting Texas Tim with several strong strikes. He then sets him up and drops him with the Hollywood Ending! Angelo then pulls Texas Tim up and throws him over the ropes to the outside.

“TEXAS TIM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

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“What the Water Gave Me” by Florence + The Machine plays as Brenna Gordon runs down the ramp and enters the match. She immediately attacks Gerard Angelo!

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon has entered this match and she has gone right after her opponent from the most recent episode of Trauma!

Ace Anderson: Meanwhile, Hunter and Ross and absolutely destroying Rick Majors in the corner.

Ace is right. Rick Majors is a bloody mess as he’s brutalized by the two men. They pull him up, and he attempts to fight back, but he simply doesn’t have the energy left. Or the blood, to be honest. Holden throws him over the ropes, but he lands on the apron and rolls back inside. It doesn’t matter though as he’s hit with a missile drop kick from David Hunter as soon as he stands back up.

Brenna Gordon and Gerard Angelo engage in a slugfest, with neither competitor really getting the upper hand.

Then, in what was less than the blink of an eye, there stands Grimm at the top of the ramp. He walks to the side of the entryway, out of the path of anyone who may come barreling through to join the fray. He stands with arms crossed. The Hangtown Horror watches the melee play out in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm fought tooth and nail earlier tonight but still dropped the World Title to Stormm, and now he’s coming out here? Surely he’s not going to enter the Deadly Rumble after all that.

Ace Anderson: No, I don’t think so, Jerry. And don’t call me Shirley. If I know Grimm…and I guess I do as well as anyone who spent years fighting the man…I think he’s just here to scope out the competition. He may not be the World Champion at the moment, but he’s still going to be facing any number of these people in the future. And champion or not, you’ve got to stay one step ahead your opponents if you’re going to continue being successful here in PCW. Grimm won’t accept anything less.

As Grimm walks away, Hunter and Ross turn their attention back to a bloody Rick Majors. They pull him up and dump him over the ropes and onto the floor, ending his night.

“RICK MAJORS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like we have no additional competitors in the match, so we have our final four! David Hunter, Holden Ross, Brenna Gordon, and Gerard Angelo! One of these competitors will walk out of this night the Deadly Rumble winner!

Ace Anderson: And David Hunter and Holden Ross have a huge advantage, as they’re working as a team.

Jerry Andrews: But there can only be one winner, Ace.

Ace Anderson: They’ll cross that bridge when they come to it.

Brenna Gordon takes Gerard Angelo with a side Russian leg sweep, but she’s immediately taken down to the mat by a clothesline from Holden Ross. Ross sets her up and hits a World’s Strongest Slam. He then tosses her over to David Hunter, who drops her with a Steamroller! Hunter pulls Brenna up, but she catches him with a jawbreaker! Holden Ross runs at her, but she gets underneath him and throws him over her shoulders, over the ropes, and down to the floor!

“HOLDEN ROSS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: Woah! Not only did Brenna just eliminate the dominant Underground King, but she also put a stop to the twosome that has been causing serious trouble in this match!

Ace Anderson: David Hunter’s advantage just disappeared! He’s now been in this match the longest and his teammate was just thrown out of the ring!

Angelo takes Gordon down from behind. He then pulls her up and tosses her into the corner. She comes out and he tries for a clothesline, but she ducks it. She then sets him up and hits a German suplex! However, as soon as she turns around she’s dropped by a big right hand from David Hunter.

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon has been in this match the shortest amount of time. I think she has the advantage now.

Ace Anderson: And that’s exactly why David Hunter is going after her like he is!

Hunter stomps away on Gordon. He then tries to throw her from the match, but she blocks it. She hits him with an elbow strike to the face, grabs him by the back of the head, and tosses him out!

“DAVID HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

Jerry Andrews: Oh my!

Ace Anderson: We have our final two! Brenna Gordon and Gerard Angelo!

Angelo gets to his feet right as the elimination happens. Brenna turns around and her head is nearly taken off with the Hollywood Ending! He then pulls her over to the ropes, but she elbows him in the stomach, stopping their progress. Brenna with a side Russian leg sweep followed by a leg drop. She pulls Angelo up and hits Crash the Shore! Gordon then drags him to his feet and slumps him over the ropes. He kicks back, staggering her. Angelo then clotheslines her down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: What a battle between the final two competitors in this match!

Gerard pulls Gordon to her feet, but she surprises him with a knee lift followed by a spinning leg sweep. Gordon now gets to her feet….. and she’s attacked from behind by David Hunter!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell!?

Hunter slams her down to the mat and begins stomping away on her.

Ace Anderson: I guess someone didn’t take too highly to being eliminated from this match….

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t right! We were having one hell of a fight and now David Hunter ruined it! He’s been thrown out of this match, dammit!

PCW officials run into the ring, but they certainly have their hands full as Holden Ross returns! He immediately joins in, taking his frustration out on Brenna Gordon!

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon eliminated Hunter and Ross fair and square and now they’re back illegally!

Ace Anderson: Brenna Gordon is in a world of hurt right now! And Gerard Angelo is just getting up to his feet! This is bad news for her!

Jerry Andrews: This is bad news for all of us! This match doesn’t deserve to end this way! Brenna Gordon deserves better! Gerard Angelo deserves better! The PCW Faithful deserve better!

Holden Ross sets Brenna Gordon up and…. Snapped Shot by Ross and Hunter!

Jerry Andrews: Get these guys out of here!

Holden Ross shoves several officials out of the way. Hunter then turns his attention to Gerard Angelo. He motions to Ross and the two men glare at Angelo angrily. Angelo, worn down from the grueling match, gets ready for a fight.

Ace Anderson: Watch out Angelo! You don’t want any of THAT!

Jerry Andrews: This is disgusting! They’ve already destroyed Brenna Gordon and now they’re turning their attention to Angelo!

The beaten Brenna Gordon slowly stands up on shaky legs, ready to even the odds …. only to be taken down by a Headhunter from Gerard Angelo!

Angelo now quickly pulls Gordon up and throws her over the ropes to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL!?

Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo just won the Deadly Rumble! For the first time in PCW history, we have a back-to-back Deadly Rumble winner!

“BRENNA GORDON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNER OF THE 2019 DEADLY RUMBLE IS GERARD ANGELO!"

Angelo raises his arms in the air… and he’s embraced by Holden Ross and David Hunter!

Jerry Andrews: What!? NO!

The three competitors celebrate in the ring as the crowd jeers. Holden Ross leaves the ring, returning with his Underground Title and David Hunter’s North American Title. The two men raise their belts in the air as Gerard Angelo motions to his waist.

Ace Anderson: Those three men hold almost all the power here in PCW…. and they’re looking for one more title.

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t right! Why, Gerard!? Why would align yourself with men like David Hunter and Holden Ross!?

Ace Anderson: Look in that ring, Jerry. Look at all that gold! Look at the result here tonight! That’s why!

The crowd’s boos quickly turn to cheers as Stormm appears on the ramp! He walks down to the ringside area, seemingly fearless, holding his newly won PCW World Championship. Angelo points to the title. Stormm raises it above his head as if to say “You want this? It’s mine.” Angelo motions to his waist once more.

Meanwhile, from the entrance way, Grimm arrives! He merely nods in acknowledgement in the general direction of those eventual opponents of his before stepping back into the shadows.

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2019 Deadly Rumble Order of Entry

Dexter Burke 

Noah Ventura 

Jason Willard 

Rick Majors 

David Hunter 

Lee Rumbles 

Razor Blade

Gerard Angelo 

Holden Ross 

Buck Brochamp 

Texas Tim 

Brenna Gordon

2019 Deadly Rumble Order of Elimination

Dexter Burke eliminated by Jason Willard 

Noah Ventura eliminated by Jason Willard 

Jason Willard eliminated by Rick Majors 

Lee Rumbles eliminated by David Hunter 

Razor Blade eliminated by Gerard Angelo 

Buck Brochamp eliminated by Holden Ross & David Hunter 

Texas Tim eliminated by Gerard Angelo 

Rick Majors eliminated by Holden Ross & David Hunter 

Holden Ross eliminated by Brenna Gordon 

David Hunter eliminated by Brenna Gordon 

Brenna Gordon eliminated by Gerard Angelo