Mass Destruction X Results

[PCW Staff]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Mass Destruction X

Sunday, March 1st, 2020

Only on PCW Network

Turn the music loud, I'll cut the lights off
And get some shoes especially for tunes like this
You gotta know there's no losing
Acting adrift, known to make a hit
Be a pyramid, a warrior

Fireworks explodes and the crowd loses their minds as Mass Destruction hits the air!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to the landmark TENTH edition of PCW Mass Destruction! I am, of course, joined by my partner Ace Anderson and what a show we have tonight, isn't that right, Ace?

Ace Anderson: You're damn right! MASS. DESTRUCTION. TEN. It does not get any bigger than this show right here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure! You're going to see some incredible battles here tonight! Let's go down to ringside for our first match!

Sasha Greene: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..."

Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.

Sasha Greene: "Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, five inches tall! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is Holden Roooooosssssss!"

Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and takes a few steps along the apron before wiping his feet. He enters through the ropes and proceeds to his corner and hands off his jacket to Tabitha with a wink and a smile.

Sasha Greene: "And his opponent..."

Jerry Andrews: This may be one building the human wrecking ball can't ruin.

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

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.

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.

Singles Match
Grimm vs Holden Ross
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Holden cracks his knuckles while bracing for this first time match. Grimm is not foolish enough to rush right in against a man with a considerable strength advantage. Instead, he studies him like a scholar. Holden seizes the moment to impose his will, only to come up short on his quest.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm was too quick!

Ace Anderson: Do you know what happens when speed meets a brick wall?

Grimm throws a pair of quick jabs to the kidneys and then backs off to open some space to avoid a swinging clothesline. Grimm pushes Holden shoulder first against a turnbuckle, but holds his ground. The Bastard rings out his arm and nearly freezes Grimm in place with a psych-out charge. Grimm promptly lowers his head, catching Holden in the midsection.

Jerry Andrews: That'll slow anyone down.

Ross attempts to grapple Grimm, but The Hangtown Horror slips around for some stick-and-move offense. Holden misses wildly with each attempt to corral and pays with quick strikes. After getting him completely turned around, Grimm hits a leaping headbutt. Holden shakes that off and shoves Grimm against the ropes with one hand. Tabitha yanks his ankle, but Holden is body dropped over the rope and onto her!

Ace Anderson: That's abuse! Abuse! I thought Grimm was above that sort of thing.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe she should have minded her own business! Or get out of the way.

Ace Anderson: Maybe you should have compassion.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe you should engage with reality.

Understandably Holden is concerned for his dear Tabitha. Grimm has no time for things like concern. Holden promptly eats a baseball slide, one that pushes him awkwardly to the rail. Holden shakes it violently and turns his focus back on the Crimson Demon. He returns inside and is greeted with a running knee lift. Grimm finds himself being pushed backwards. He stands pat and allows Holden to come at him.

Dropkick to the knees! Holden prevents a DDT by waist locking Grimm. A bell clap changes Grimm's fortunes, but his swinging neckbreaker is blocked. Full nelson slam is Holden's response. Grimm is pulled by his ginger locks to a corner. Holden works the face with aggressive knee shots, this despite Grimm trying his best to cover. One stomp to the chest later and Grimm falls victim to a cannonball splash. Holden pulls Grimm to the center for a quick cover.

1.

2.

A quick kick out keeps things going. Holden gives Tabitha a quick check and then returns to the matter at hand. Grimm is pressed in the air and deposited right onto the top rope. Grimm tumbles to the floor with Holden right there to further take away a chance to breathe. Grimm is lifted and ran towards the steel steps. He quickly thinks fast and gets his legs over them, then makes sure to pull Holden right over the top.

Jerry Andrews: Crude, but effective offense by the resident boogeyman.

Holden rips the top of the stairs off. They are flung to the side with ease. Holden takes a handful of Grimm's hair, then introduces him flush to the steel post. Again. Again. Again. Holden breaks up the count and squashes Grimm against the post. Just as Holden picks him up, Grimm drop toe holds him into the same steel!

Jerry Andrews: How do you like it, Holden?!

Ace Anderson: Grimm not only can take a beating, but can quickly dish one right back. Just not tonight.

Holden shakes off the impact. Grimm is halfway inside when Holden secures him in an electric chair. The drop comes right on the guardrail! Fans quickly have words for The Human Wrecking Ball, ones shut up after a lunge. Grimm is tossed back inside. Holden joins and covers.

1!

2!

No dice!

Grimm is lifted upside down in a suplex. Gourdbuster! Holden throws Grimm into the ropes and goes the opposite direction, Steamroller! Holden keeps being aggressive. Grimm is muscled into a powerbomb. Grimm doubles over and BITES Holden in the head!

Jerry Andrews: Cannibal Warfare from Grimm!

Ace Anderson (pondering): Cannibal...Warfare. Hm. Somebody get me Gerard and a Hollywood Producer on the phone.

Holden is undeterred despite Grimm savagely tearing at his flesh. Buckle bomb! Grimm's spine is jarred out of alignment, but he has enough shock absorbency to stick his boots into Holden's wounded head. Holden shakes that off, only to get a second helping.

The third time isn't the charm. Grimm rolls through the ropes and Holden charges into the ring post! Holden staggers out of the corner partially bent over before lowering to a knee. Grimm dives between the ropes and gets enough of Holden for a partial Harvest! Grimm hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3---FOOT ON THE ROPES!

The fans react with boos replacing cheers. Chants of THAT WAS THREE start gaining traction. Grimm's eyes frost over with new layers of ice blue as he begins his comeback campaign. He starts by unloading knee shivers to Holden's right temple for disorientation. A running back elbow bends Holden back, but doesn't break him. A flying lariat has similar results. But a flying shoulder tackle tips him sideways!

Holden still fights while knocked over, only Grimm dodges and stomps the digits. Holden is sat up so that Grimm can give him a running big boot. Holden topples into the ropes. Grimm starts hitting body shots in the abdomen. He ducks a clothesline. Shots work over the chest. He ducks two more. Dead Reckoning! Holden shakes it off like Taylor Swift. Grimm is shoved into a tumble. Henry VII spins him in the air.

Jerry Andrews: The sound of that impact is still piercing the faithful's ears.

Ace Anderson: Holden is taking everything Grimm is throwing and is still standing to talk about it. Inspirational!

The effects of Dead Reckoning catch up. Holden stumbles while clinging to his gourd. He has to grip the ropes and wait for details to come in like a pair of rabbit ears on a TV without cable. Tabitha has long been in the back at the behest of management, so she's not able to coach up her man. Holden finally has his bearings, but Grimm isn't in the ring.

Holden checks every side, but can't find him. That is...until he does. Missile headbutt from the top rope surprises the big man. Grimm is quick enough to also sneak in a savate kick. But his spinebuster isn't happening. Holden whips Grimm to the ropes. Grimm SPRINGBOARDS off of them, twists around and has the Hangtown Death Grip cinched in!!

Holden tries to power himself out of this predicament, but fighting only makes Grimm tighten on the pressure points. Holden goes to a knee. Then the other. Then finally on his back. Grimm keeps it on for a pin.

1!

2!

3!

Only at the sound of three does Grimm relinquish. The bell is called for.

Sasha Greene: "Here is your winner, Grimm!"

Stiff and sore, Grimm has no further business in the ring, so he exits without incident. No sooner does he reach the back do the lights cut off.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go again.

Ace Anderson: I don't like where this is going.

Low lying blue light starts to spill through the grates of the stage and ramp. It inches down the aisle and engulfs ringside. A whistling wind begins to pick up as thunder rumbles from every speaker, the sound of which is amplified to emphasize nature's anger. The arena begins to smell like sea salt is in the air. The wind has become a roar. The sound of crashing waves hitting coastal shores begins to lash out. Hologram tidal waves start racing to the ring. They rise up to where the lights have returned with deep blues and slam down over and over onto Holden.

Then comes the rain...

And ocean blue strobe lights.

BRENNA GORDON has returned and is right behind Holden Ross. She absolutely pastes him in the back with a chair. Then one to the back of his head. Feeding off the energy of the faithful and her own thirst for revenge, Brenna steps around and hammers the chair into Holden's midsection. The chair is laid dead center in the ring. RIP TIDE!

Brenna stands over Holden before taking her leave.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, Brenna Gordon! That was one HELL of a statement!

The PCW Faithful are on their feet as the shot cuts to a video from earlier this evening.

A room is shown. Jason Willard is the lone occupant. Orange trees supervise from outside the window with the moon shining enough light to scare away portions of darkness. Rows of candles assist elsewhere.

He's laying in what could be described as a makeshift crib. Directly above is a mobile that's slowly rotating photos of his mother, Lucy, from various stages of growing up. Willard is transfixed on her images and allows them to glide across his outstretched hands.

"This one time, at a wrestling show, Joey Handy died and it was really sad." He says as if speaking directly to her. Only after he adjusts his body does he speak directly to the camera. "And also, this time, last year, Grimm bullied me with a shovel and it hurt really bad!"

Willard quickly erases the memory with something far more pleasant. His disposition brightens like a child waking up for Saturday morning cartoons.

"Nobody truly understands how super duper awesome pirates are until you get to team with one! I feel like a Make-A-Wish kid because I get to team with HIGH TIDE!"

Willard's excitement shifts down a gear after staging a faux sword fight while speaking in pirate lingo.

"We all go a little crazy, Tyrone, but what really matters is the context of it. For example, There's crazy straws. Crazy bread. Crazy hat day! Crazy cat ladies!! Then of course..."

He snaps his fingers to make an unseen record player start.



Then snaps them again after hearing enough.

"Hi Richard! Did everyone see how I won at the last wrestling show? I liked it so much, I get to do it all over again tonight? Yay me! Only this time, we are back on opposite sides."

His eyes return to the maternal mobile. He makes a heart shape with his hands towards it. "Mommy said I could have anything I want. But that's our little secret."

Willard pauses with a smile before continuing.

"It's my turn to have the gold toy, Richard. Selfishness is no replacement for selflessness. Mommy says it's good to share and she's never wrong! But I know you won't. Even I said pretty please with a cherry on top! So I'll just have to take it. After all, Mommy gave me permission!"

Now one last glance at the camera.

"Toodaloo!"

Back at ringside.

Sasha Greene: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!"

The crowd cheers.

Sasha Greene: "Whoever records the deciding pinfall or submission in this match will win the Underground Title. Introducing first...."

"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm plays. ith very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Sasha Greene: "From Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at 195 pounds: HIGH TIDE!!!"

Tide waits for the other competitors in the match.

Sasha Greene: “And his tag team partner…..”

The lush, dreamlike carnival sound of "Carousel" by Siouxsie and the Banshees takes over the sound system as the dim arena is turned cotton candy colorful by falling blue, pink and purple LED light-up balloons.

Sasha Greene: "... from Anaheim, California...weighing 250 pounds: JASON WILLARD!"

While Siouxsie Sioux delivers eerie descriptions about a child's view of the carnival and the titular ride over a pulsing synth line, the childlike Willard walks to the ring clutching a framed photo of his mother, like it's his most prized possession.

There's a moment where he reaches out to the hands of the jeering faithful, but recoils, foolishly thinking they could be trusted or want to be friends. He flips the photo around and angrily informs them that "Mommy doesn't like strangers!"

He goes into the ring and gives the photo a big kiss, then sets it somewhere he can always see it. He proudly tells the referee all about her afterwards. Willard waits for his opponent to arrive while being entertained by the falling decorations.

Sasha Greene: "And, their opponents. First...."

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air.

Sasha Greene: "... from Biloxi, Mississippi, weighing in at 227 pounds: TYRONE 'CRAZY BOY' SMITH!!!"

Crazy Boy walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits.

Sasha Greene: “And his tag team partner…..”

Jerry Andrews: Wait just a minute!

Crazy Boy doesn’t wait for Majors to be introduced! He immediately charges across the ring and decks High Tide in the side of the head. Tide is staggered and Smith takes him down, unloading on him with a series of rights to the face.

Ace Anderson: Well these two are certainly no strangers to one another. Both men are PCW legends!

The assault is stopped by Willard grabbing Smith by the back of the head and clubbing him with a strong forearm. Willard then throws him into the corner and begins to stomp away on him. Tide gets to his feet and the two men work Crazy Boy over in the corner.

Ace Anderson: I guess I admire his guts, but willingly going into a two-on-one situation wasn’t such a great idea as you can see. Crazy Boy is just being destroyed in the corner now.

Jerry Andrews: But here comes Majors!!

PCW Underground Championship
Underground Rules Tag Team Match
(Whoever records the deciding pinfall or submission will win the Underground Crown)
Rick “The Impact” Majors (PCW Underground 👑) & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs High Tide & Jason Willard
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Rick Majors rushes down to the ring, but he’s cut off by Willard who notices him at the last second. Willard hits him with a big right hand to the face which sends him reeling. Willard fires another shot. Majors tries to swing back, but none of his punches connect. Willard grabs him by the shirt and throws him through the ropes to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Maybe Majors should have stayed in the locker room. Jason Willard is embarrassing him out here!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors can lose his title tonight without being involved in the decision, so of course he's out here as fast as he can!

Ace Anderson: That's as fast as he can move!? Sad.

Willard slides under the ropes just as Majors is getting to his feet. Rick runs at him, but Willard ducks his move and goes low, hitting Majors with a punch right to his…

Ace Anderson: NUT SHOT!!! Hahaha!

Jerry Andrews: What are you, a child?

Ace Anderson: No, but Willard might be.

Majors doubles over in pain. Willard now grabs him and throws him into the ringside barrier. He then reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. Inside the ring, High Tide sets Crazy Boy up in the corner and fires a few strong punches. Crazy Boy staggers out and Tide drop kicks him, sending him through the ropes and to the outside.

As Majors slowly gets to his feet, Willard drives the chair into his midsection. He then cracks it across his back. Again. And again. And again!

Tide pulls Crazy Boy up, but Tyrone fires back, hitting him with a series of strong strikes to the face. He then grabs High Tide by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the edge of the ring. He grabs him again and throws him into the ring post. Crazy Boy then goes under the ring and he pulls out a steel chair of his own! He measures High Tide and waits… but Jason Willard has made his way around the ring and he cracks Crazy Boy across the back with the chair!

Jerry Andrews: Willard and High Tide are just overwhelming their opponents right now. They’re not giving them any breathing room.

Ace Anderson: Smart of them!

High Tide stands up as Willard unloads on Crazy Boy with the chair. Tide walks over and pulls the ring steps away from the corner. He takes them apart, leaving the bottom piece on the floor while putting the top of the stairs aside.

Jerry Andrews: What is High Tide planning here?

Willard nods and he pulls Crazy Boy over by the leg, placing his right leg on top of the bottom piece of the steps. High Tide now lifts up the top half of the steps and SLAMS it down on Crazy Boy’s leg! Smith screams in pain as his leg is crunched between two heavy pieces of metal.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! That could have broken his leg!

Ace Anderson: Well, it looks like his return to the ring was short-lived.

Jason Willard has the chair once again and he is about to slam it down on Crazy Boy’s leg again, when Majors comes around the ring to break things up. High Tide notices him and heads after him, tackling him down to the floor. High Tide then pulls Majors up, and Willard cracks the steel chair over his head!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Majors may have gotten a hand up to block that move a bit, but it still hit hard!

Ace Anderson: Now we’re got a team where one guy has a broken leg and the other has a broken arm. I don’t like their chances.

Willard grabs Majors now and he rolls him into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is an interesting situation because it’s a tag team match, but only one man will leave here with a title.

Ace Anderson: You’re right. Tide and Willard have been working together so far, but will they continue to do so when it comes to one of them winning the Underground Title?

Jason Willard and High Tide both enter the ring and Majors crawls over to the corner.

Willard slowly walks over to Majors still on the ground. He attempts to pick him up but Majors blocks it off and rolls Willard into a small package.
1….
2…...
KICKOUT!

Jerry Andrews: Near fall.

Ace Anderson: That was close.

Willard quickly gets up and clotheslines Majors straight back to the canvas. Willard leans against the ropes to relax a little bit as he waits for Majors to get up from the canvas. Majors slowly gets up and is met with a German suplex followed by belly-to-belly suplex then Willard goes for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: 1…2… KICKOUT!

Willard continues pummeling Majors with vicious lefts and rights to the head. Willard picks up Majors and High Tide clotheslines him back down! Tide now stomps away on the current Underground king. He pulls him up and and Irish whips him into the ropes. As he returns, both Willard and Tide hit him with a double clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: More great teamwork from these two!

Jason Willard pulls Majors up, and Majors hits him with a desperation chin breaker. With Willard staggered, Tide clothesline Majors down from behind. He then slams him into the turnbuckle and leaves the ring, pulling back the apron to look for a weapon.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide is looking for some hardware here.

Ace Anderson: This is going to get really ugly! And, look, Crazy Boy is still down on the other side. He’s struggling to stand.

Jerry Andrews: I think we’re going to need some medical help out here for him.

Inside the ring, Majors is up. Willard rushes at him, but Majors ducks it and hits him with a clothesline that sends Willard to the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: Wait, what the hell is this!?

Balloons, not unlike the ones in Jason Willard’s entrance start to fall from the ceiling. Majors looks around, confused, but then the balloons all start to spark and pop!

Ace Anderson: What on earth… are there…. firecrackers in those balloons!?

Majors jumps back from the exploding balloons. Willard is up now…

Jerry Andrews: BEDTIME STORY!

Willard goes for a cover…. but Majors kicks out at two! Jason pulls Majors up, but he’s kicked in the stomach…

Jerry Andrews: BELIEVE IN THIS!!!

Majors makes the quick cover.

Ace Anderson: High Tide in for the immediate save!

Tide cracks Majors across the back with a chair as Willard rolls out of the ring. Tide pulls Majors up now and throws him into the corner. Majors somehow rushes out of the corner, hitting the chair with a drop kick and sending it right into Tide’s face!

Jerry Andrews: Majors still has some life in him!

Ace Anderson: He’s just prolonging the inevitable, Jerry.

Majors stands up as Willard returns to the ring behind him.

Jerry Andrews: Is he holding a jump rope!?

Willard wraps the rope around Major’s neck, choking him and pulling him down to the mat. Majors struggles and gags, trying to break free.

Ace Anderson: Jason Willard is choking the life out of Rick Majors!

High Tide now starts to stomp away on Majors. Willard finally releases him. Tide pulls Majors up and sets him up for a suplex. Majors shoves him backwards. Willard charges at him. Majors ducks his attack, sets him up, and hits a suplex followed up by a short-armed clothesline. He then goes for a spear, but Willard dodges it which causes Majors to go head first into the middle turnbuckle in the corner. Willard seizes this opportunity by rolling Majors up from behind:

1......

2......

Jerry Andrews: Another kickout!

High Tide is back up now. Willard pulls Majors up and Tide kicks him in the back of the head. Willard then leaves the ring and he pulls a table out, sliding it under the ropes to the inside. Meanwhile, High Tide still waits impatiently for Majors to get up and once he does, High Tide kicks him in the stomach and he attempts to hit him with a DDT, but Majors shoves his way out of it. He hits Tide with a kick to the stomach then runs against the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Willard is back in the ring and he cuts him off with a right hand out his own. He then sets up the table. Tide is up and he connects with a jumping heel kick. He’s about to go for a cover when Willard stops him!

Jerry Andrews: What!? Willard wants the title for himself!

Ace Anderson: No, I think he has the table set up and he wants to use it. He wants to cause more pain.

Tide and Willard exchange words, but Majors takes advantage and he rolls Tide up from behind. Before the referee can even count, Willard breaks up the pin. He pulls Majors up and slams him face-first into the table. Majors walks away staggered. High Tide sets him up and hits and over the shoulder DDT!
Willard now grabs Majors and sets him up on the table. High Tide goes to the top ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Oh no! This could be bad!

Suddenly, Crazy Boy manages to grab Tide’s foot and pull him down from the top turnbuckle! He falls to the outside with a thud!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy can barely walk but he may have just saved the title!

Ace Anderson: He may have just saved Rick Majors’ life!

Majors gets off of the table, but Willard suddenly grabs him and hits a running powerslam. He then looks down at Crazy Boy, who is trying to stand. Picking up a chair, he heads to the outside. Willard jabs the point of the chair into Smith’s good leg, sending him falling to the floor. He then attacks the injured leg, driving the chair into it several times.

Jerry Andrews: This is brutal!

Meanwhile, High Tide is back in the ring! He drops Majors with a right hand. Tide now goes to the top ropes…. MAN OVERBOARD!

1…

2……

Jerry Andrews: He kicked out!

Ace Anderson: How!?

High Tide starts arguing with the referee signalling that he thought he got the three count. Then, as he turns around Majors is up. He hits High Tide with numerous elbows to the gut and he runs against the ropes with High Tide leap frogging him then High Tide attempts a clothesline but Majors ducks out of the way. Tide turns around for the next exchange but as he does, Majors connects with a spinning hook kick! The fans are going nuts sensing that Majors could pull the upset off and he puts an arm over High Tide.

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

Ace Anderson: Get up High Tide!

1….

2…

KICKOUT!

The crowd boo in disapproval as they thought Majors had it won. Majors stands up, clearly exhausted. LOW BLOW BY HIGH TIDE!!!

Ace Anderson: Yo Ho Blow!!!

Tide now makes his way to the top ropes. He leaps off with a moonsault...

Jerry Andrews: NOBODY HOME!!!

Jason Willard is back. He’s holding a Ken doll and a Barbie doll. Their heads are joined together with a chain, forming a pair of nunchuks.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell!? Does he have a toy box at ringside or something?

Ace Anderson: Actually, yes he does.

Jerry Andrews: Haha. Can you imagine?

Ace Anderson: No. He seriously does. It’s right there. Look.

Rick Majors slowly gets to his feet. Willard hits him with the bizarre nunchuks several times. He then kicks him in the stomach and sets him up….

Jerry Andrews: POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!

Jason Willard goes for a cover:
1……
2……

Jerry Andrews: CRAZY BOY MAKES THE SAVE!?

Ace Anderson: WHAT!?

Somehow, Crazy Boy slid into the ring, stopping the count right before three. He remains on the mat, trying to pull himself up using the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Why is Crazy Boy doing this? He can’t win a title tonight! There’s nothing on the line for him!

Jerry Andrews: He’s a competitor, Ace. He doesn’t want to lose.

Ace Anderson: Then he shouldn’t have teamed up with Rick Majors.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I’ve heard rumblings that whatever team wins tonight, the person who doesn’t win the title will get an Underground title match on Trauma.

Ace Anderson: Okay, that makes sense.

Jason Willard gets up, and he immediately goes after Crazy Boy as Rick Majors rolls out of the ring. High Tide immediately attacks Majors, slamming him into the guardrail then throwing him over into the crowd! High Tide now climbs up onto the barrier and leaps off, hitting Majors with a flying clothesline just as he stands up!

Jerry Andrews: WOAH!

Inside the ring, Jason Willard pulls the injured Crazy Boy up to his feet. Crazy Boy fires back with a series of punches, but his leg gives out on him and he falls to the floor. Willard laughs and he picks up a chair. Crazy Boy struggles to get up, using the ropes. Willard swings the chair, but Crazy Boy tackles him down to the mat! He then drives several strong forearms into Willard’s head!

Jerry Andrews: CRAZY BOY IS A ONE-LEGGED MAN IN AN ASS KICKING CONTEST – AND HE’S KICKING ASS!!!

Crazy Boy carefully pulls himself up…. all the way to the top ropes! He tries to stand on one leg, staggering for a moment. Willard gets to his feet. Crazy Boy leaps off with a CRAZY SPIN!!!!

Ace Anderson: He missed!

Crazy Boy slowly manages to get to his feet, wincing in pain the entire time. Jason Willard runs at him…..

Jerry Andrews: LITTLE BOY BLUE!!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

1….
2….
3!!!!!

Jason Willard stands up, smiling widely as he’s handed the Underground Title. Rick Majors and High Tide are somewhere in the crowd, having battled one another through the PCW Faithful. Willard proudly holds the championship over his head.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWWWWWW PCW UNDERGROUND CHAMPION: JASON WILLARD!!!!”

Ace Anderson: Put another title in that man’s trophy case! He’s the new King of the Underground!!!

Meanwhile, in the crowd. There's a commotion as Rick Majors is thrown back over the ringside barrier. High Tide returns to ringside, but he isn't alone. Alongside the pirate are Wasp and Arica "Trouble" Lewitt! The three competitors grab the now bloodied Rick Majors and throw him into the steel steps. Wasp grabs a chair as Trouble picks up the ring bell. As Majors struggles to stand, he's cracked in the head with the bell! The shot opens up another gash on his face.

Jerry Andrews: These three are beating Rick Majors bloody on the outside!!

Majors is down on the floor, and Wasp starts unloading on him with chair shots! Trouble now pulls his lifeless body up and places it on the ringside steps. High Tide is back in the ring, and he's climbing the ropes....

Jerry Andrews: What the hell are they going to do now!?

Ace Anderson: MAN OVERBOARD ONTO THE STEPS!!!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Rick Majors is crunched between High Tide and the steel. Wasp and Trouble help Tide to his feet as Jason Willard leaves the ring. He looks down at the beaten Majors and smiles.... only to be attacked by the trio!

Jerry Andrews: They're brutalizing Jason Willard now! So much for their tag team!

PCW officials have seen enough and they run out to the ring to break up the assault. Wasp, Tide and Trouble leave through the crowd as the scene cuts to outside the arena. A white stretch limousine pulls up in the parking lot of the Pure Class Arena. It comes to a stop and the driver gets out, heading to the rear of the vehicle. He opens the door and out steps Gerard Angelo, dressed in a black suit and his signature sunglasses. Gerry has a smirk on his face as he looks up at the arena. That’s when he turns to the driver.

“You. Get my bags.”

The driver nods and heads over to the trunk, opening it, and pulling out a suitcase with wheels and a duffle bag. They start to head into the arena when from the side of the camera shot enters Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: “Gerard. Gerard. Can I get a word?”

Gerard seems visibly annoyed but stops.

Gerard Angelo: “Sure, why not? It’s not like I have a main event title opportunity to get ready for.”

Gerry turns back to the driver.

Gerard Angelo: “Drop the bags off in my locker room. And be careful! Those are Gucci brand!”

The driver just nods and trots off, leaving Gerry with Shane.

Gerard Angelo: “So what do you want, Shane?”

Shane Dodge: “Gerard, we’re just a short while away from you challenging Stormm for the PCW World title. How are you feeling heading into the match?”

Gerry smirks again.

Gerard Angelo: “How am I feeling? Supremely confident. You should be asking Justin how he feels since he narrowly avoided losing the title to me the last time we faced off. He had to hit me with that damn bat just to escape by the skin of his teeth.”

Shane Dodge: “Some would argue he did that to counter the “questionable” tactics you employed.”

Gerard scowls at Mr. Dodge.

Gerard Angelo: “It’s questionable to have one of my proteges at ringside to observe the Living Legend in action? Listen here, Shane. Stormm needs to be very, very, worried about tonight. He is about to step into the ring with the absolute best that PCW has to offer. I am undefeated in my last two appearances at Mass Destruction. And last year I took the strap off another cocky, full of himself, champion. Amazing how history repeats it’s self, huh? I’ve been in the main event of every single Pure Class Wrestling Pay-Per-View for over a year. You know why, Shane? Not only am I the single best wrestler in the business, but I am the BIGGEST star in the business. And I am coming for what is mine by right. The PCW Championship. The title has been lost in the shadows for months. But I am here to bring the light back to PCW and drive out the shadows. I am the savior of Pure Class Wrestling…”

Gerard gets real close to Shane.

Gerard Angelo: “…whether you like it, or not.”

Gerard turns and walks away from Shane, leaving him there in the parking lot. Back to ringside.

Sasha Greene: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the North American Title!"

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be a fight.

Sasha Greene: "Introducing first...from New York, New York. Weighing 300 lbs, CORY STEEL!"

A school bell rings....the crows claps along with the clapping of "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless, matching its beat. A motorcycle emerges from the back with Cory Steel on the back, the outlaw stops at the top of the ramp where he holds a fist up in the air. The massive man also lays down on the accelerator drowning out the music and the crowd!

Cory smiles and then launches himself down the ramp on his motorcycle. He takes a few laps around the ring before coming to a stop and rolls into the ring. The large man lumbers to his corner turning his rage into focus on his opponent.

Sasha Greene: "And his opponent! From Salisbury, England. Weighing 365 lbs, the PCW North American Champion, 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. He reaches the ring apron, grabbing the middle rope to haul him onto the side of the ring. He pushes down the top rope with his right hand, throwing one foot over the top before the other follows. He slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees to admire the capacity crowd before raising his 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.

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

Jerry Andrews: We have chaos before the bell!

Ace Anderson: Horacio never saw it coming.

The muscular masked man that has recently been seen with Cory Steel has attacked Horacio Mortimer with a slapjack. Dominator is naturally pulled towards that event, but it leaves him open to be attacked by the big bad biker from The Big Apple. Steel violently targets Dominator's neck as he bullies him into a corner. Thundering strikes start breaking down Dominator's torso, while a pair of shoulders spear his innards.

Dominator prevents being thrown. Cory instead is pulled into a stiff knee to the gut and then a smash into the buckles. Dominator leans Cory back and then propels him right into the tip of the ring post! Steel staggers backwards. Dominator lifts him across his broad shoulders in a rack, but he chooses to dump Cory on his head by sending him out of the ring. He DEMANDS the bell be rung just before exiting.

PCW North American Championship
Singles Match
Dominator (PCW North American ©) vs Cory Steel
Referee: Ed Lane

DING!
DING!
DING!

Horacio is seen being assisted to the back by officials. The masked man has long since jumped back into the crowd. Dominator charges Cory and spears him right into his chopper. With his fury taking over, Cory is turned over so his face can be grinded into the wheel spokes. Steel jams an elbow at the ear of Dom, forcing him to back off. He quickly spins around to bull rush the champ into the edge of the ring.

Heavy hitting strikes fly from both men with a high percentage being landed. The fans eat up what is turning into an outright brawl at ringside. Ed Lane tries to get order restored, doing so by keeping a safe distance from the powerhouses. Steel is ran head first into the steel, but he turns around and scoop slams Dominator onto the motorcycle. Dominator pokes Cory in his good eye almost immediately. He goozles his throat all the way back inside and sends Cory for a whip from that stance.

Big boot jars Cory backwards off the ropes. He flings back with a boot of his own. After Dominator turns himself around, Cory gets leveled by a discus clothesline. Steel is spun like a top back into the ropes, so he returns with a running shoulder tackle! Dominator brushes it off and then exchanges words with Cory. A shoving contest ends with the two running the ropes and colliding like a pair of freight trains.

Jerry Andrews: It's a good thing this is airing on pay per view, because what they are saying would be censored on TBS.

Ace Anderson: Quentin Tarantino approves. That is all.

Cory and Dominator return to a brawl with neither man getting over on the other. Dominator decides he's bored so Cory gets tossed like a cruiserweight. On the charge, he catches the champ with a powerslam, but is unable to score a single count on a pin. Dominator is blasted with a headbutt, but all it does is fire The Zenith up even further.

Cory is moved backwards with strike after strike. His return fire is blocked and returned to his face. Dominator sends him to the ropes. He misses a clothesline. Then misses another. But he doesn't miss a fallaway slam OR the suicide dive immediately after! Cory, however, dumps Dominator in the crowd with an overhead belly to belly. Once a space is cleared, Cory slingshot shoulders himself right into the towering champ.

Dominator is unable to prevent his head from getting slammed off the concrete. Cory picks Dominator up and sends him running into the rail. He charges right in and gets a spear that sends both flying back on their side of things. Dominator is moved towards the ring steps, where his face is brutalized off one slam, immediately putting him onto his knees.

Jerry Andrews: Is there a plastic surgeon in the house?

Dominator is rolled back in. Steel wipes his boots off before stepping through the ropes. Heavy stomps keep Dominator grounded and get a neutral response from the jam packed crowd. Dominator is powered into a suplex. Jackhammer! Cory hooks the legs.

1.

2.

He kicks out. Dom is fed to a corner. Spear! As he moves away, Cory fires off the ropes and hits a second spear, which is followed with a second jackhammer. He hooks the legs again.

1.

2.

Dominator presses Cory off of him this time. Just as he brings the champ up to squeeze him with a bearhug, Dominator surprises with a scoop slam piledriver! Cory begins to roll away when Dominator steps on his deformed hand. Not only does he do that, he puts every ounce of his weight down, finding himself revitalizing with Cory's torment.

Cory is lifted up to his knees. Knee to the face connects right along the bridge of the nose and gets some cringes after the strong style sound. Cory isn't allowed a chance to breathe as he finds himself hitting the buckles full speed with his sternum. Dominator shoulders him in the lower lumbar, then repeatedly drives the point of his shoulder furiously into the spine as if he were on a mission to paralyze. Always a master of maximizing time, he breaks within the allotted limit, but picks Cory up in a torture rack.

Jerry Andrews: This may be it. Cory has experience with torture, but even this may be too much.

Ace Anderson: Cory Steel has the will to win his first ever North American championship. He'll die before he taps.

Cory's pain is seen and felt as Dominator continues to break him down. There is no quit in him, something Dominator senses, so the rack becomes a spinning neckbreaker instead. Dominator rolls himself over for the cover.

1.

2.

Cory throws a shoulder up. Dominator yanks Cory up with his fingers digging into the blind eye. Hoisted off his feet in a bearhug further tests Cory's back. He fights it by biting Dominator in the nose! Cory partially scores a running front powerslam, but the damage done to his back prevents him from getting all that he wanted.

He has enough to begin lifting himself using the ropes. Dominator beats him to the punch. Literally. Cory balks at an Irish whip, choosing instead to yank Dominator into a soccer style headbutt! Spear only doubles Dominator over. That moment gives Cory enough time to send Dominator to a corner. Swing Slide Slam! Steel is forced to roll out of the ring to work the issues out of his back.

Jerry Andrews: Cory---wait a damn minute. What is he doing back out here??

The muscular masked man returns from the crowd flashing his "managers license" at Ed Lane as he approaches Cory. There's a bit of inaudible dialogue, but Cory returns inside after hearing it. Dominator is taken down with a spinebuster. Cory staggers to a corner, but seems to be recovering as Dominator stirs. Powerhouse strikes take over Dominator's head, but he has plenty left to shove Cory out of the way. Force of Time!

Jerry Andrews: That's one of Dominator's signatures!

Ace Anderson: And one that Cory is right up from!

Dominator is nailed with a lariat, but it only turns him around. The caveat of which means Cory can find a way to deliver Trouble in the East! The muscular masked man applauds and then quickly warns Cory. Dominator is standing right up. He grips Cory by the throat. Cory grips him by the throat. They chokeslam one another!

Jerry Andrews: What a match! What a fight!

Ace Anderson: How did they manage to do that?

The ref begins counting both men.

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8!

They stand and brawl with everything they have got left to do so with. A palm strike to the blind eye from Dominator sneaks in. Cory is big booted into the ropes. ANACHRONISM IS BLOCKED! A fury of blows find their mark to the face, to the body, to the demolition of Dominator!

Jerry Andrews: Steel Hands! Steel Hands! Steel Hands!

Ace Anderson: OH! The Sickest Kill I! Those triple powerbombs are devastating.

Cory crumples over as his back revolts. Dominator lies motionless after TWO finishers. The faithful are standing in awe at the potential of history in the making. The muscular masked man gives Cory a push so that he falls over Dominator.

1!

2!

3!

Ace Anderson: Cory Steel has secured the win! He's the new North American Champion!

Jerry Andrews: What an incredible match from Cory! Big kudos to Dominator, but tonight it is Cory's night.

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW North American Champion, Cory Steel!

As The Pretty Wreckless return to the sound system, Cory is awarded the championship. He allows his arm to be raised and then takes in the moment before him. Dominator is attacked by the masked man! He gets whipped pillar to post outside of the ring and left lying. The stranger goes and gets the motorcycle revved up. Cory decides to get a few shots of his own before getting Dominator's legs lined up...

Jerry Andrews: This can't happen! You won the title, Cory! You don't have to go any further!

Stomp. Clap.

Ace Anderson: I think the party is about to get an uninvited guest.

Grimm hits the ring! Cory is worked over and sent into the ring. The masked man kills the engine and then races over to pick a fight with Grimm. Grimm notices him and attacks. The two wind up brawling into the crowd with The Hangtown Horror holding the upper hand.

Jerry Andrews: You don't mess with the Black Hand and get away with it! Whoever that masked man is, Grimm is unloading on him out in our audience!

Inside the ring, Cory holds his championship high. Unfortunately, this allows him to completely miss when David Hunter rolls under the bottom rope! And he's got his barbed wire baseball bat!

Arn Anderson: Wait a minute!

Jerry Andrews: DAVID HUNTER!? HE'S BACK!?

David lets the bat hit the canvas. He crawls over, sending a huge uppercut from behind right into Cory's balls!

Ace Anderson: Hitting him right where it hurts, and after this long match!

Cory drops the title to the mat. David gets to his feet, a smirk on his face. He grabs Cory's arm, turning him around, leaving him in a perfect position for his leaping one-armed sit-out stunner!

Jerry Andrews: And then a Thrill of the Hunt to Cory Steel!

David reaches his feet. Once there, he shoves Cory out of the ring. The boos continue to rain down as David looks to the hard camera, the smirk once again visible.

Jerry Andrews: This is despicable!

Dominator begins to reach his feet, although still fairly woozy. David sees this and drops the smirk. He meanders over and grabs his barbed wire baseball bat. Dominator tries to follow, but the match has taken too much out of him. Alas, he can't match eyesights, as David, now standing behind Dominator, lines up for his shot. He swings for the fences, crashing the barbed wire bat into the back of Dominator's skull.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! The barbed wire bat to the back of Dom's head!

Arn Anderson: The back of the head is a very dangerous zone. David went for the killshot and it hit bullseye.

The camera refocuses on David, standing above Dom with another smirk on his face. The crowd's boos can be heard for miles.

A shot of Dominator sees the blood flowing from the back of his head.

Jerry Andrews: A very volatile area, and with the blood flowing freely now, Dominator needs to see an EMT pronto.

David looks around at the crowd for a bit before taking off his Green Day shirt promoting their new album, tossing it to the floor. He repositions his baseball bat, aiming it above his head. Dominator is on his hands and knees, wary of the injury.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ace Anderson: David's not done yet!

With no surcease, David sends the barbed wire bat crashing into the back of Dominator's head once again. It is then that EMTs and referees hit the ring. The striped shirts force David back, getting him away from the wounded wrestler.

Ace Anderson: Dominator just took two vicious shots to the back of the head.

Jerry Andrews: This is sick! I understand that David might be frustrated because he lost his title, but you don't do it by blindsiding and wounding your opponent! If you want to be an Underground wrestler, wrestle in the Underground! Don't bring these tactics up like this!

David tosses the bat to the floor, raising his hands. Unfortunately, the throng of officials doesn't stop David from grabbing the North American Championship from where it was deposited. With the jeers from the crowd raining down, David uses his right arm and raises the championship high.

Ace Anderson: David...calling his shots. He wants that North American Title back.

Jerry Andrews: What an incredible match by both Dominator and Cory Steel here, congratulations to Cory Steel for walking away as the new champion, but the celebration officially ruined by the return of a hungry and vengeful David Hunter!

"I'm crossing out names
And no one is safe
I'll leave a rose on your grave
It's the dove and grenade
Compare me to none
Compare me to none
Compare me to none
I got the heart of a champion"

THE 2020 ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT: COMING SOON

TALE OF THE TAPE

	Gerard Angelo	Stormm
Height:	6’2”	6'3"
Weight:	221 lbs	252 lbs
Accomplishments:	PCW World Champion 2x Deadly Rumble Winner (2018 & 2019)	2x PCW World Champion (Current) 2x PCW International Champion 2x PCW North American Champion PCW Genesis Champion
Finishing Moves:	Hollywood Ending Shit Outta Lock Excalibur Prime	Force of Nature Eye of the Stormm

Sasha Greene: "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship!"

The crowd explodes.

The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. 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 boos as he pulls his hood back. Gerard smirks as he surveys the fans from behind his sunglasses, extending his arms as if relishing in the jeers from the crowd.

Sasha Greene: "Introducing first, the challenger, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 pounds, he is 'The Hollywood Hero', GERARD ANGELO!

Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing, telling them where they can shove it. David Hunter and Holden Ross are not far behind. Angelo 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 pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his adversary.

Sasha Greene: And, his opponent..."

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 feat.

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

Sasha 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 a black, wooden bat in his left hand, and the World title belt hanging from his right.

Sasha Greene: "... he is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Look outside the ring. Holden Ross and David Hunter are out here with Gerard Angelo. We saw what David Hunter just a few moments ago in his return to PCW. This could be bad news for Stormm.

Ace Anderson: Oh what a shame...

PCW World Championship
Singles Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo
Referee: Eric Russo

Stormm and Angelo face off in the center of the ring. You can feel the tension in the air as the two men stand face-to-face. They’re presumably talking trash to each other, but the mics aren’t able to pick up what they’re saying.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The staredown continues until - WHAM – Angelo slaps Stormm in the face.

Jerry Andrews: My God what a slap! What disrespect from Gerard Angelo!

Angelo takes a step back and smiles. Suddenly Stormm is all over him with rights and lefts. The crowd explodes as Stormm takes Angelo down and unloads on him with strikes. Angelo covers up, then manages to reverse positions. Now on top of the champion, it’s Gerard’s turn to fire some shots. Stormm takes a few stiff punches, but he reverses things and gains a dominant position. Angelo tries to maneuver his way out, but the two end up rolling through the ropes and falling down to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: This match has started off HOT!

Ace Anderson: There’s so much anger between these two men! And this is the main event of Mass Destruction Ten! It does not get bigger than this!

The two continue brawling on the outside, with Holden Ross and David Hunter coming closer and closer. The referee leaves the ring to stop any possible interference.

Jerry Andrews: Come on, get those guys away from them!

Ace Anderson: The referee should be in the ring counting. That’s his job!

Jerry Andrews: His job is to make sure this match is fair and it’s sure as hell not fair with Hunter and Ross on the outside!

Stormm gets to his feet first and he pulls Angelo up. He then shoves him backwards into the ringside barrier. David Hunter walks towards Stormm, causing the World Champion to turn around and address him. While he does, Angelo hits Stormm in the back of the head with a double axe handle strike.

Jerry Andrews: They’re already making their presence felt in this match! This isn’t right!

Ace Anderson: Stormm should stay focused on his opponent!

Jerry Andrews: That’s hard to do with these two guys stalking him on the outside!

Angelo turns Stormm around and hits him with a DDT onto the floor mats! He then pulls his opponent up and throws him back into the ring. Angelo re-enters now, just as Stormm is getting to his feet. He clotheslines the champion down to the mat and delivers several strong stomps. Angelo pulls him up, only to suplex him back down to the mat. Angelo goes for a cover and gets two.

Ace Anderson: Just stay down Stormm!

Jerry Andrews: You’re too much.

Gerard Angelo pulls Stormm up and throws him into the corner. He hits the turnbuckles with a hard thud. Angelo runs and clotheslines him in the corner. He then hits Stormm with several strong forearms to the face before setting him up on the top turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: What is he going to do here?

Angelo climbs up to the second rope, grabs Stormm and…..

Jerry Andrews: BOOM! Superplex!!!

Angelo goes for another cover:
1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: Kickout!

Ace Anderson: No! He got him! He got him! Ring the bell!

Jerry Andrews: Please stop.

Angelo continues his offence, hitting Stormm with several strong strikes down on the mat. He then sets him up, but Stormm manages to battle back, breaking free. Stormm kicks Angelo in the stomach and he connects with a swinging neckbreaker as Angelo is doubled over.

Stormm now pulls Angelo up and hits him with a hard right hand. He then scoops him up and slams him back down to the mat. Stormm hits a leg drop. He then makes his way to the second rope. As Angelo gets to his feet, Stormm leaps off with a flying clothesline that connects. Stormm gets to his feet, but Holden Ross is up on the apron! Stormm and the official turn their attention to Ross, and that let’s Hunter slide into the ring! Storm notices him at the last second and clotheslines him down to the mat. Stormm turns around and BOOM he’s hit with the One Hit Wonder by Angelo!

Ace Anderson: Right in the face!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo again taking advantage of his buddies being out here.

Angelo goes for a cover:
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2…

Jerry Andrews: Stormm kicks out!

Gerard pull his opponent up, but Stormm shoves him away. Stormm strikes Angelo in the chest now, staggering him. Stormm then rushes forward with a clothesline! Angelo avoids the move and he levels Stormm with a clothesline of his own! Angelo then pulls Stormm back up to his feet and he hits him with a pulling piledriver! Angelo now pulls Stormm up, only to slam him back down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo got the better of Stormm in that exchange. You know, that’s what bothers me the most about David Hunter and Holden Ross being out here. Angelo is a top talent. He doesn’t need these guys to win matches.

Ace Anderson: Of course he doesn’t! Why would you even say that? They’re out here because they want to be out here! They want to see Gerard Angelo win this match up close!

Gerard Angelo now pulls Stormm up and he Irish whips him into the corner! Angelo charges at Stormm, but Stormm moves out of the way and Angelo hits the corner! Stormm now quickly grabs Angelo and he backdrops him as he staggers out. Stormm now hits Angelo with a legdrop! Stormm now climbs up to the top ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm going upstairs!

Angelo is getting back up to his feet when Stormm leaps off of the ropes with a missile dropkick! However, Angelo catches him in mid-air by the feet and slams him down to the mat hard!

Ace Anderson: OUCH! Stormm’s high risk move didn’t pay off there!

Angelo gets back up to his feet now. He pulls Stormm up to his feet, sets him up, and hits him with a reverse DDT!

Ace Anderson: Great move!

Angelo now goes for a cover:

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2…

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Stormm!

Angelo now pulls Stormm up to his feet. He whips Stormm across the ring. Stormm ducks Angelo’s clothesline and he rebounds with a float over DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Stormm is on his feet now. He leg drops Angelo. He then pulls him to his feet and he hits Angelo with a piledriver! Stormm now heads for the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm going upstairs again!

Ace Anderson: Going upstairs this often isn’t usual for Stormm. Maybe he feels like he needs to pull out all the stops to beat Gerard Angelo once and for all.

Stormm then leaps off of the ropes with a top rope leg drop! Stormm goes for the cover now:

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2…

Jerry Andrews: Angelo kicks out!

Ace Anderson: The match continues! 

Stormm pulls Angelo by the leg, but Angelo quickly pulls away and he kicks Stormm in the head!

Ace Anderson: Neither man giving an inch thus far in this match. I don’t like saying this, but it’s been rather even so far.

Both Angelo and Stormm get back to their feet. Stormm runs at Angelo with a clothesline, but Angelo avoids it! Angelo now grabs Stormm and he hits him with a flying clothesline! Angelo pulls Stormm back up to his feet and he hits him with a brainbuster! Angelo now pulls Stormm to his feet and he throws him hard into the corner. Angelo now rushes in, but Stormm hits him with a big boot to the head!

Stormm now climbs to the top ropes again! As Angelo staggers towards the corner, Stormm leaps off! He catches Angelo in a DDT position, but Angelo will not let Stormm drop him to the mat! Angelo uses all of his strength and he pushes Stormm off of his neck, over the ropes, to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

Ace Anderson: Stormm just went FLYING there!

Jerry Andrews: Maybe he went upstairs once too often.

Ace Anderson: Sometimes it’s best to stick with what brought you to the dance, Jerry. But you wouldn’t know that, since no one ever brought you to a dance.

Angelo leaves the ring. Stormm is out on the mats outside. Angelo walks over to him. He pulls him up, but then sends him right back down with Angel’s Tears!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! Angel’s Tears on the outside!

Ace Anderson: Vicious! This could be it! Get him back in the ring and pin him!

Angelo rolls back into the ring, gloating. The referee starts to count.

Jerry Andrews: This is very bad judgement by Angelo. Not only could be probably get a pin here if he got Stormm in the ring, but he can’t win the title via count out!

Angelo seems to realize that fact and he walks over to the referee, talking to him and stopping the count. Gerard now walks over to the turnbuckle and calls the ref over, seemingly pointing out an issue with the turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: What’s Angelo doing here?

With the referee looking away, David Hunter and Holden Ross attack Stormm outside the ring! They set him up and hit Snapped Shot!!!

Ace Anderson: Hahaha! This is brilliant!

Jerry Andrews: This is disgusting! It’s like a three-on-one match out here!

Ace Anderson: Hey, it’s not anyone else’s fault that no one likes Stormm.

The referee realizes there’s nothing wrong with the turnbuckle and he turns his attention back to Stormm on the outside. Ross and Hunter put their hands behind their back and look around, as if nothing at all happened. Meanwhile, Angelo takes the pad off the turnbuckle while the ref isn’t looking.

Jerry Andrews: Come on, Gerry! You don’t need to do this! Fight a fair fight! You’re a talented guy, why are you resorting to this!?

Ace Anderson: Because it works?

Angelo now slides out of the ring and he walks over to the current World Champion, who is still down on the mat. He grabs Stormm and he throws him back into the ring. Angelo now returns to the ring. He rolls Stormm over and he goes for the cover:

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Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Stormm kicked out!

Ace Anderson: No way! That was a slow count!

Jerry Andrews: That was a perfect count and STORMM KICKED OUT.

Angelo slowly gets back up to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulls Stormm back up to his feet. Angelo sets him up….

Ace Anderson: Director’s Cut!!!

Angelo covers Stormm:

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Jerry Andrews: Another kickout!

Angelo pulls Stormm up now and sets him up for a powerbomb, he lifts him, but Stormm adjusts his weight and falls down behind his opponent. He then pushes Angelo from behind, sending him into the exposed turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Great counter!

Ace Anderson: How dirty is that!? Stormm threw Angelo right into that exposed turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Angelo is the one who took the padding off in the first place!

Angelo staggers backwards, stunned. Stormm rolls him up from behind:
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Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo kicks out before three!

Stormm now grabs Angelo, pulls him up, and hits a Russian leg sweep. He picks his opponent up once more and he hits him with a back breaker! Stormm now sets Angelo up…..

Jerry Andrews: Hangcloud DDT!!!

Ace Anderson: No!

Stormm now goes for a cover:

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Jerry Andrews: And Angelo kicked out! Somehow this match continues!

Stormm now pulls Angelo up to his feet. He throws a punch, but Angelo blocks it! Angelo then kicks him in the midsection and drops him with a DDT! Angelo now pulls Stormm up to his feet. He sets him up…

Ace Anderson: He’s setting him up for the Hollywood Ending!

Stormm drops over Angelo’s shoulder and he ends up behind him! Belly-to-back suplex! He then picks Angelo up, and throws him into the corner. Stormm now lifts Angelo up to the top ropes! He grabs him in a headlock and stands him up!

Jerry Andrews: What is Stormm doing here!?

Ace Anderson: Whatever it was, Gerry is fighting back!

Angelo grabs Stormm around the waist and he German suplexes over his head to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Stormm just went flying over Angelo’s head to the outside!

As the crowd chants “Holy Shit!”, Angelo falls off of the ropes, inside of the ring. Stormm is out on the outside. Angelo now struggles to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. He now leaves the ring and limps towards Stormm, who is still not moving. Angelo pulls Stormm up and he rolls him onto the apron. Angelo now enters the ring. Stormm is still on the apron. Angelo reaches over the ropes, towards the lifeless Stormm. He pulls Stormm to his feet, outside the ropes. Angelo now sets Stormm up for a suplex back into the ring! Somehow, Stormm blocks the move! He then elbows Angelo in the chest. Angelo bends over. Stormm now grabs Angelo around the neck! He now lifts him up, and he DDTs him over the ropes to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Ace Anderson: That could have broken his neck!

Both men are down, outside the ring now! The referee starts to count!
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Stormm starts to stir now.

6... 7...

Stormm is on his feet. He grabs Angelo and he rolls him into the ring at 9. Stormm follows shortly after.

Jerry Andrews: Both men beat the count!

Ace Anderson: Dumb move. He could have won by count out!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Stormm wants that. He wants to end this in the ring!

Stormm now goes for a cover:

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Jerry Andrews: I can’t believe it!

Ace Anderson: Did he kick out!? He did! Wow!

Stormm pulls Angelo up and he whips him into the corner. Stormm charges, but Angelo ducks out of the way. Angelo grabs Stormm around the waits from behind, but Stormm reverses and ends up behind his opponent. Stormm pushes Angelo into the corner. He then sets him up….

Jerry Andrews: FORCE OF NATURE!!!

Ace Anderson: He hit it!

Jerry Andrews: But he couldn’t hold on for the pin… he has to crawl over to his opponent to cover him!

Stormm is about to cover Angelo when Holden Ross jumps into the ring. Stormm turns towards him, but the official is there to demand Holden get out. Stormm gets to his feet and he walks towards Ross, but the referee gets between the two.

Jerry Andrews: Get Holden Ross out of there!

The referee looks at Holden and looks outside the ring at David Hunter… he then points to both of them and then points to the back!

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Ross and Hunter are being sent backstage! Yes! This should have happened way earlier!

Ace Anderson: This is wrong! They’re just watching the match!

Jerry Andrews: Are YOU watching the match!? They’ve gotten involved several times tonight! They have no reason to be out here!

Ace Anderson: They’re Gerard Angelo’s friends, Jerry. I know you don’t know what it’s like to have friends, but friends support one another.

Jerry Andrews: They can support him from backstage!

Ross and Hunter are outraged, but after some complaining, they make their way to the back. The situation has allowed Gerard Angelo to recover and he rolls up Stormm from behind!

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Kick out!

Both men get to their feet. Stormm swings with a punch. Angelo ducks it. He lifts Stormm up for the Hollywood Ending! Stormm breaks free…. FORCE OF NATURE!!!!

Jerry Andrews: He hit it again! The cover!

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3!!!!

Ace Anderson: NOOOOOOO!!!

Jerry Andrews: YES!!!!!

Stormm rises to his feet in victory! He’s handed the PCW World Title that he raises proudly above his head.

“The winner of this match, and STILL PCW WORLD CHAMPION: STORMM!!!!”

Jerry Andrews: What a match and what a victory for…. HEY! DAMMIT!

Holden Ross and David Hunter are back. The attack Stormm from behind, beating him down. The grab the championship and start whipping him with it. Stormm tries to roll out of the ring, but Holden grabs him and throws him back. Angelo sets him up now…. HOLLYWOOD ENDING!

Jerry Andrews: THIS IS TOO MUCH!

David Hunter pulls the beaten champion up when….

Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon!!!

Gordon runs down to the ring. Holden Ross tries to stop her, but she tackles him down to the mat! David Hunter pulls her off, but….

Jerry Andrews: Grimm!!!

Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing here!?

Jerry Andrews: I have a feeling he isn’t too happy about what David Hunter did to Dominator!

Jerry’s guess appears to be right as Grimm heads straight for Hunter, grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing him into the corner. Grimm unloads with a series of strikes. Stormm is back up to his feet now. He grabs Angelo from behind! Angelo manages to break free and he slides out of the ring. Holden Ross does the same. He grabs Hunter by the feet and slides him away from Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Look at them run! Look at them run!

Stormm turns to see the two people who came down to stop the assault. He looks at Grimm and Gordon very cautiously for a moment, before picking his title up and walking to the corner. He holds the championship in the air as the show comes to a close.

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