Post by PCW Staff on Sept 27, 2020 23:18:33 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Deadly Intentions
Sunday September 27th, 2020
"I have no time left
Time is lost
No time at all, throw it in a garbage can
And I shake God's hand
I jump up and let her know when I can
This is how I'm gonna do it
They wanna blow down the prison
They're lighting fires with the cash of the masses
And like the dough I don't fall down
I'm so Detroit I make it rise from the ashes"
The PCW Faithful are filled with energy and anticipation as Deadly Intentions hits the air!
Jerry Andrews: Welcome to Deadly Intention! I'm Jerry Andrews, joined by Ace Anderson as always, and we're ready to go!
Ace Anderson: Three huge title matches and the Deadly Rumble! What a show we have tonight!
Air raid sirens cut into the opening, their cries of warning sounding as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Ace Anderson: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball! And it looks like he doesn't want to wait! Our first match is starting right now!
Jerry Andrews: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in P.C.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. He is wearing his red leather jacket, black tights, and matching black boots and his right fist is heavily wrapped in black tape. The sirens begin winding up their pitch as the second round of screaming from the sirens begin. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is for the PCW Genesis Championship! Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo and resides here, in Greenville, South Carolina! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
"In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he is the PCW Genesis Champion, from Toronto, Ontario: RICK MAJORS!
DING!
DING!
DING!
The bell rings and Majors immediately charges at Ross, hitting him with a running knee to the face that staggers the big man. Majors then turns and spins, hitting a spinning hook kick to the back of Ross’ head!
Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention!
Ace Anderson: And a quick cover right off the bat!
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Kickout!
Majors quickly gets to his feet and he drops an elbow. He then stomps away on Ross who rolls into the ropes to avoid the attacks. Majors continues the attack until the referee stops him.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors has been VERY aggressive to start this match!
Ace Anderson: He needs to be! If he doesn’t get the advantage early, Holden will rip him apart!
Holden Ross slowly gets to his feet and Majors runs at him, clotheslining him over the ropes and to the outside! Ross hits the floor hard. Majors now runs and dives through the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: Suicide dive!
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross moves!
Ross sidesteps the attack and Majors hits the ringside barrier hard. Ross takes a moment to compose himself, then he pulls Rick Majors up and whips him HARD into the ringside steps.
Jerry Andrews: That suicide dive was a bold move by Majors but it did not pay off!
Ace Anderson: And now Holden Ross is in firm control!
Ross grabs Majors by the head and slams him face-first into the steps while the referee yells at him to bring the match back into the ring.
Jerry Andrews: The referee is allowing some leeway in this championship match, but this is not the Underground! There are rules here!
Ace Anderson: And Holden Ross is going to push them as far as he can!
Holden slams Majors’ face into the steel one more time before throwing his opponent back into the ring.
Rick Majors uses the ropes to pull himself up as Holden Ross re-enter the ring. Ross charges Rick and knocks him down, pounding his head into the mat repeatedly. The ref pulls him off. Ross paces to the left and right of Majors as he slowly gets to his feet, again using the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Whip to the ropes by Ross, followed by a body splash!
Ace Anderson: The turnbuckle must be hurting! Majors dodges!
Majors has been weakened by the assault, however, and he can’t capitalize. A bulldog from Ross drives Rick’s head into the mat. He lifts him back up and connects with a vertical suplex. Rick, on reflex, sits up and clutches his back.
Jerry Andrews: Majors is hurt..
Holden reaches down to pull his opponent up and Majors elbows him in the head! Majors gets up and grabs Ross from behind! A HUGE German suplex sends Holden to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Wow! How did Majors do that?
Ace Anderson: But look, he’s grabbing his back again. Bad move by him!
Majors manages to take advantage, however, and he locks in the Years of Pain!
Jerry Andrews: A deadly move!
Ace Anderson: And with such intention! Holden trying to fight his way out!
There’s a struggle between the two, with Holden having no success in moving towards safety. He plants both feet against the mat and inches himself to the ropes! Majors tightens the hold as Holden continues his fight for freedom.
Jerry Andrews: Holden just can’t seem to get out of it!
With his arm and head locked, Holden can only use his legs to break free, and he does just that as he hooks his foot under the bottom rope! Rick has no choice but to release his hold.
Jerry Andrews: Majors released the hold…. but he’s going upstairs now?
Rick leaps off the ropes with a flying elbow… and hits NOTHING but the mat!
Ace Anderson: Another big risk that doesn’t pay off for Rick Majors!
Holden uses the turnbuckle to stand up. He waits for Majors to stand up and whips him to the ropes. Majors hits him with a running knee to the midsection. Majors grabs him by the head now!
Jerry Andrews: Believe! In! THIS!
A cover:
1….
2….
Ace Anderson: And it’s not enough to keep Holden Ross down!
Majors continuously beats Holden over the head with open-handed palm strikes until finally, Holden blocks and fires back with a strong throat thrust! This catches Majors off guard. Holden rises and he decks Majors with another right hand. He then whips him to the ropes!
Ace Anderson: Majors sent to the ropes, reverses and sends Holden. Holden catches himself –
Jerry Andrews: And connects with a big tilt a whirl slam on Majors!
Holden proceeds to stomp Majors into the corner. The ref pulls Holden off once again.
Ace Anderson: Come on, ref! Let him stomp him through the mat!
Jerry Andrews: Majors slides out of the ring to try to compose himself.
Ace Anderson: Rick Majors has hit Holden Ross with everything he has, and Ross is still going after him!
The referee begins a 10-count as Majors circles the ring. Holden follows him outside. Majors swings at him, but Ross blocks it. He then drops Majors with a big right hand. Holden Ross pulls him up and slams him spine first into the ring apron. And again. And again.
Ace Anderson: Holden Ross working on that injured back now.
Ross goes to whip his opponent into the stairs once again, but this time Majors reverses it and Ross hits the steel! Majors grabs him and rolls him back into the ring, following him in.
Jerry Andrews: And Majors has the advantage once more.
Inside the ring, Majors brings Ross to his feet and thrusts a knee into his midsection. Holden comes back with an uppercut to the jaw, sending Rick back to the ropes. He flies towards Holden… and right into a big boot!
Ace Anderson: You could hear his neck snap! What a big boot by Holden Ross!
Holden brings him back up and kicks him fiercely in the gut. He grabs him and sets him up, but Majors breaks free.
Jerry Andrews: The Centre of Attention once again!
Majors quickly locks the staggered Ross in a double underhook position!
Jerry Andrews: Major Impact!
1….
2….
3!
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors retains!
Majors raises his arms in the air in celebration.
Ace Anderson: That was quite the opening match, but we have much more for you coming up tonight... and we also have much more coming up the next time we join you on the PCW Network!
Jerry Andrews: That's right, December 6th, 2020 is Collision Course 9 and the winner of tonight's Deadly Rumble will challenge our world champion on that very show!
Ace Anderson: And speaking of champions, here's another championship match!
Sasha Greene: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW North American Championship! Introducing first...From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs 218 lbs, KYLE SHANE!
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park begins to play. A video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage, wearing a high waisted blue leather jacket with armored shoulder pads, lined scallops that meet in a spider insignia on the back, a high snapped up collar, and yellow lining on the inside reminiscent of Zane the Operative from Borderlands 3. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response:
"God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone,
It can't out matched, it can't be outrun,
NO!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky..."
There are some that react negatively, annoyed by the flippy, arrogant, self-absorbed so-called Catalyst, but the vast majority of the fans in the aisle, having seen what he can do, rise to their feet in appreciation. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Kyle stops halfway down the aisle, snapping the collar of the Zane cosplay jacket upright. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances one knee on the ropes, hanging on to the top for a moment, an infuriating smirk breaking across his face. As the song begins slowing down into Chester's solo, Kyle fluidly slips between the ropes, spins towards the entrance ramp and extends his arm fully out, his first finger and thumb pointed out in a pantomime of a cocked pistol, before he mouths the word "Bang" and lets the hammer down. Then he turns, removes the leather jacket and begins stretching for the match.
Sasha Greene: And his opponent. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. He weighs 220 lbs, the PCW North American Champion, Loki!
The throaty growl of "Hross" by Skáld begins as the tron flickers to life with snow. ᛚᚢᚴᛁ flashes in white letters across the snow-flecked screen before the runes begin to flicker, alternating between the Nordic symbols and Loki. As the heavy strings take over Loki stands on the stage, black hood pulled up. Fog and snow envelop the stage as he makes his way slowly down the ramp.
As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Loki stops and surveys the crowd for a moment before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. He circles the ring before exploding off the ropes, crosses the ring, and leaps onto the middle rope, throwing back his hood just as the music picks up.
The music starts to fade as Loki removed the black leather jacket and throws it out of the ring. Retreating to the corner, he readies himself as he awaits his opponent.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Kyle throws caution to the wind as he streaks across the ring to pounce all over the North American Champion. Loki finds himself in a fight as Kyle traps him in the corner with a stiff array of strikes. But Loki doesn't allow himself to become a punching bag. Kyle is quick to find out that the older vet has plenty of fight left in him and isn't as rusty as one may think.
Loki works Kyle going the opposite way with his own stiff strikes. For all the efforts Kyle makes to dodge or block, Loki meets him in return when the tables are turned. A spinning back fist puts The Catalyst down. Loki hits the ropes only to return to a monkey flip. Kyle uses the roll to put Loki down with a trio of suplexes. Then comes the trash talking.
Loki sweeps Kyle's legs out from underneath. He lands on bent knees. Loki then stretches him over his right knee, placing it in the spine, while clubbing him about the chest. Kyle manages to throw Loki off, but the champion is right there to clothesline. Loki takes The God of Game up to his feet, then assaults him with stiff strikes in the corner. Kyle reverses a whip, puts on the speed and hits Shadow of Starlight.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle might be upset over not getting to dethrone Alexa Black. But he's been uncharacteristically quiet since they had their match some two months ago.
Ace Anderson: A record for him! Loki is here to defend the title now and if Kyle thinks he's going to have an easy outing, he may want to actually look at Loki's history. He's a legend for a reason and a well deserved North American champion.
With Loki deposed outside of the ring clutching his jaw, Kyle takes another run, but Loki makes it back inside of the ring to cut him off at the knees with a dropkick. Loki follows up with a basic powerbomb, but one with an increase of authority on the head, neck and shoulders. Loki pulls Kyle to his feet and then swings him off the ropes. Powerslam! He keeps him pressed down for a cover.
1!
2!
Kyle kicks out and even gets Loki pulled into a small package.
1!
Loki and Shane are up at nearly the same time, but Loki is just a hair quicker. He has him braced for a suplex, Whisper's Wrath! Kyle is lifted again and sent to the corner. Loki is met with a pair of boots, buying Kyle a reprieve. He instead chooses a double jump moonsault. Kyle attempts to deliver Eridian Cannon, but Loki blocks the lift and ends up turning things around with a brainbuster. Loki picks Shane off the mat, looking for a surprisingly quick finish here. He bridges the arms in a double underhook, lifts him up and slams him down with a sitout facebuster.
Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok is successful!
Ace Anderson: He won't get the three that fast. No way.
Loki rolls Kyle over and leans his pin back as far as he can.
1!
2!
3!
The bell is called for while Loki stands victorious. He's handed his championship and gets his hand raised.
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and STILL North American Champion, Loki!
Ace Anderson: I was totally wrong! I don't believe it.
Jerry Andrews: You should be used to it by now.
We head backstage where we see Shane Dodge standing in front of a monitor with the PCW logo on it. He has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen...my guest at this time...David Hunter.
The camera zooms out so we can get a shot of David as he enters into frame. He's dressed to compete with his trunks, boots, and pads on. He's also got his handy-dandy smirk across his face.
Shane Dodge: David, tonight, you are making your in-ring return into the Deadly Rumble. Two years ago you made your Pure Class debut in this match. Last year you made it to the final four. Do you believe this year might be the one?
David chuckles a bit as Shane moves the mic over to him.
David Hunter: Well Shane, good things always come in threes. This is my third attempt to walk away from this Deadly Rumble the winner. The way I see it, fate and destiny are on my side. I mean, tonight is the Deadly Rumble. It's one of the biggest matches of the year. Tonight, the world has the privilege...of witnessing Pandæmonium finally get to where it belongs. We have myself, Holden, and Gerard who will always put the group first. We've got Razor Blade, that beautiful bastard, and who I will do whatever I can to make sure his night doesn't end in sadness.
David pauses a bit before looking to the camera.
David Hunter: But the match has more than just us. You've got the current Genesis Champion who has decided to pull doubly duty. We have Tyrone who has decided to make a return. We have Alexa Black and Texas Tim trying to make names for themselves. But do you know what they all have in common?
David pauses once more, allowing his question to stew.
David Hunter: I've all kicked their ass. I've beaten two of them and I've destroyed Alexa and Tim like I'm a stone and they're glass. The only name so far revealed that stands an ounce of a chance beyond myself and Gerard is Grimm...but sometimes the chickens come to roost. You see...I don't give a damn about Pandæmonium tonight. I've got love for my boys but when push comes to shove, Gerard is going over the top rope. I don't give a damn about how good everybody thinks they are. And I don't give a damn about Grimm. Tonight is about one thing as far as I'm concerned.
David takes a few breaths, letting another smirk cross his face.
David Hunter: Tonight is the night that David Hunter finally reaches the pinnacle. I will be the last man standing tonight. And when the bell rings, and I'm the only one left in the ring, the world will watch in awe as I go on to Collision Course...and become the PCW World...Heavyweight...Champion.
With that, David walks off camera.
Sasha Greene: The following contest is Hell in a Cell and it is title vs career!
As if the faithful needed anything else to get excited about, the announcement sends them into a frenzy. The ominous structure itself has yet to be lowered. It hangs suspended like a steel demon waiting to trap a pair of souls, providing its unforgiving body for their punishment. The arena lights have been turned off save for those highlighting the cell.
STORMM!
STORMM!
STORMM!
STORMM!
Chants start and quickly accelerate to the highest decibel threshold the arena can record. One man has heard enough of the sickening praise. One man is ready to step through the curtain to defend his career. One man is ready to accept the soon-to-be deafening boos like a warm hug. That man is the challenger and the second "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains hits, the stage appropriately turns red.
Sasha Greene: From Anaheim, California. He weighs 250 lbs, "The Anarchist" JASON WILLARD!
One of the most feared and hated men in PCW history steps center stage with his arms spread out and middle fingers extended. With his head tilted back he takes in all of that negativity energy. A sinister grin etches across his face as he lowers his head.
He marches down the ramp with taunting vulgarities for the faithful. Once at ringside he takes a complete walk around to let everyone know just what he intends on doing to Stormm the second the bell rings, pointing at the cell to emphasize this. Willard enters the ring and peels off his black vest. It gets thrown at Sasha Greene and then he quickly drops Ed Lane with a sudden KANLM! Willard has a laugh at the immediate chaos he has brought as a new referee will be needed.
Jerry Andrews: What a disgusting, despicable, cowardly act! There was no good reason to attack an official, but it just wouldn't be Jason Willard if he didn't.
Ace Anderson: History has shown time and time again that he loves doing things like that. If I'm Stormm, I'm making sure my affairs are in order before coming out here.
Jerry Andrews: If I'm Stormm, I make sure to give him a receipt for the last two months. He tried to end his career and in an ironic twist, Willard could lose his own tonight. I for one hope he does.
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. But unlike normally, there are no orange lights illuminating the ramp way as the strings begin to accompany the percussion. The arena stays dark, the tron does not flicker on, and the faithful are left in total darkness. Cell phone screens and flashlights begin to sporadically light up the crowd, like stars in the night, and a dense fog has risen, covering the ramp and ringside areas
Jerry Andrews: With a match as significant as this, it's only fitting that the shadows should accompany our World champion to the ring. It has been some time since we've seen them, after all.
Ace Anderson: Are you not as tired of these things as the rest of us are yet, Jerry?
Jerry Andrews: Not even a little bit!
Then, as the crescendo reaches its peak, seven spotlights hits the entrance and ring to accompany the climax of "Land of Shadows" by Audiomachine, and Stormm instantly comes into view in the center, orange colored, spotlight on the center of the stage.
Sasha Greene: "Making his way to the ring, from Kansas City, Kansas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."
The four shadows inside of the ring stand one in each corner, while the three stand spread out in a row on the stage. They do not move, are unwavering in their task as Willard is not phased by their presence, and a smirk can be seen on his face waiting for the champion to make his way to the ring. The music continues to beat away, and after a few moments, the cloaked figure in the orange spotlight finally takes a few steps towards the ring, and the light moves with him.
Sasha Greene: "He is the PCW World Champion... The Force of Nature... STORMM!"
PCW World Championship
Hell in a Cell Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs "The Anarchist " Jason Willard
Referee: Ed Lane
*Jason Willard's career is on the line*
Hell in a Cell Match
Stormm (PCW World ©) vs "The Anarchist " Jason Willard
Referee: Ed Lane
*Jason Willard's career is on the line*
But just as soon as the champion is announced, one of the shadows inside of the ring begins to stir from behind the challenger. With one fluid motion, the figure produces a baseball bat from underneath its cloak, and rushes towards Willard's position.
Ace Anderson: What is this nonsense? Look out!
Jerry Andrews: Retribution is in order, Ace, and it looks like Team Stormm is about to even the score here before the bell even rings!
The shadow swings for the fences and connects with the shoulder and neck area on Jason Willard's back, and sends him tumbling to the mat in a heap. Throwing the hood of the cloak back, and ripping it from his body, The Force of Nature reveals himself, with the World title fastened securely around his waist. He goes to swing the bat one more time, but holds himself back as Willard has barely begun to stir after being knocked down. Instead, he drops the bat, kicks it under the bottom rope, and unstraps the belt from around his waist, and raises it high in the air as the fans go crazy!
Ace Anderson: What a cheap shot that was, what did Willard ever do to deserve such treatment?
Jerry Andrews: You've got to be kidding me!
Willard begins to gather himself as the cell descends into position. The sound of the bell being rung is lost on him as he regroups on his feet, totally unaware that Stormm patiently waits with the title in his hands. Every second that ticks away on Willard turning around furthers Stormm's teeth clenching resolve. All he needs is that one moment.
Willard cracks the bones in his neck and turns to face his attacker. BAM! Stormm puts the center of the title right into Willard's previously injured face with enough force to fold him in half. Stormm slides his belt out of the ring as he then mounts The Anarchist. Closed fists are delivered in the same vicinity as the title was. The red spot serves as a de facto bullseye. Willard tries to shove Stormm off, but the Force of Nature is unrelenting.
Willard has his head dribbled off the mat like it was a basketball. Stormm finally takes a handful of Willard's hair, bringing him to his feet, and then he puts him face first into the top turnbuckle. But it isn't over. Willard is ran a short distance and deposited off the second buckle. Now he is taken to the third and fourth sides before dropping to his knees in a state of disorientation.
Jerry Andrews: Willard is getting only a sample size of what he deserves!
Ace Anderson: That's because Stormm doesn't have what it takes to beat him. That's a fact that has been verified.
Jerry Andrews: By who, your fan club?
Ace Anderson: My sources are strictly confidential.
Willard finds himself backed against the ropes without any sort of defense. His chest becomes bright red after one heck of a nasty chop leaves his pectorals stinging. Willard drops an f-bomb as he's hunched over. Stormm stands him up and gives him an even louder chop, one that makes him shake his hand out as Willard holds his chest. Willard spins on a dime to throw a haymaker at Stormm, but that only invites a spinning powerbomb and pin.
1!
Willard is out of that immediately, unlike the ring as Stormm keeps him inside. Willard is sent to the ropes with an Irish whip. He returns to be thrown into the lights. After being dumped on his back, Willard arches himself off the canvas, which leaves him open to being kicked in the midsection. Stormm again takes him by the hair, but this time he walks Willard around the ring, looking for which side of the arena is the loudest.
After determining that every side is a winner, Stormm tosses Willard out to the floor and follows right after him. Not about to let him breathe, Stormm picks Willard up and proceeds to put his face into the steel links closest to the cell door. Willard bounces back. Stormm runs him to a cell wall and rather than toss him against it, he chooses to press his face off it. Willard tries to pull himself away, but Stormm continues to batter him against the cell wall with unforgiving punishment.
Jerry Andrews: Willard may be left with a permanent reminder of the cell after Stormm finishes.
Willard is sent for a toss in between two of the cell walls, his spine gets a minor adjustment and then a realignment following another back body drop, only this time with a splat to the floor. Stormm hypes up the faithful before he looks under the ring for an object to use. Willard, quite in a bit of discomfort, has begun to pull himself in the opposite direction. Stormm now has a steel chair in hand!
Willard senses what's coming and does the only thing he can possibly do: he goes under the ring! Not so fast! Stormm drags Willard back out before he can fully retreat. He now puts a foot down the back of Willard's legs, raises the chair into the lights, and slams it down with authority on the back. Willard is racked with pain, but it falls on deaf ears. Stormm introduces another dent with a second shot. Willard squirms as much as he can, but Stormm has one more shot to deliver. This one is for the faithful.
CRACK!
Willard is left in agony while Stormm discards the chair. He starts to rattle the cage wall directly behind him in an effort to feed off the energy of his many, many fans, all of whom are enjoying every second of watching Jason Willard get his ass kicked. Stormm picks Willard to his feet and before contemplating a return to the ring, he decides to slam Willard off the cell at close range. Now things go back inside of the squared circle. Stormm rolls Willard over like a log and proceeds to hook the legs.
1!
Willard refuses to hear the count of two again, but in doing so, is forced to use some of those searing back muscles to prevent it. Willard is front face locked and then gets his right arm put over Stormm's left shoulder. He hooks the tights and delivers a picturesque snap suplex. Willard is forced into a roll through as he gets taken down with a second one. The third and final suplex is a little bit more fancy. A double arm underhook variety! Stormm then takes hold of Willard's legs and rolls through for another pin.
1!
There was a close call to two, but Willard still refuses to allow it to transpire. Willard tries to stall being stood up as he uses his back pain as a reason. Stormm powers him to his feet, then manages to block an incoming strike. Willard is knocked back by a punch. Then another. Then one more. Stormm takes Willard by the wrist and throws him across the ring. He lowers his head and this time pays for it. Willard backflips over Stormm, but is swift enough to get his arms around the champs waist in order to put him down with a German suplex.
Ace Anderson: Beautiful turn of events! If this was an Olympic event, I'd give that suplex a perfect 10!
Jerry Andrews: Will you please sit down and try to remain professional? It took more out of The Anarchist than it did Stormm.
As Stormm favors the back of his head, Willard grits his teeth and pushes himself up. He takes in a few deep breaths and stands upright with minimal trouble. He takes a look at the structure around him and then casts a stare at Stormm. There is dangerous intent swirling in his green eyes. Willard gives Stormm the false illusion that he'll be getting back up with no hassles.
Willard pounces on him like a rabid beast, stomping him from head to toe and everything in between without any sense of count or regard for well being. Stormm finds his fingers getting spread apart so that Willard can stamp them out like they were lit cigarettes. Now Willard manipulates his joints to bend so that those as well can be attacked with a focus on dislocation. Stormm tries desperately to protect his arms, but Willard uses them for dragging purposes.
Stormm gets his elbows slammed into the ring posts with loud pings after each. Willard then violently fishhooks him, drags him to the floor, and whips Stormm back and forth between the post and cell wall. There remains residuals against his own back, so every so often Willard is stopped enough to take stock of that fact. Willard goes right for the eyes, raking them to his heart's content and giving the fans a squirmish visual as he wants those thumbs in the sockets. Then Stormm is shoved face first into the floor.
Jerry Andrews: I knew Willard wouldn't let the good times roll forever. He now has transitioned from punching bag to his default unstable setting.
Willard crouches down and gets under Stormm's arms. Knowing the torque he's about to put on his back requires him to take another deep breath. Willard throws Stormm into the cage wall with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. He then rotates him into a seated position so he can run back and forth delivering dropkicks to smash the back of Stormm's head against the cage.
Willard runs his hand across the chain links in menacing fashion as the taunts collide with the emphatic boos of the faithful. Willard devilishly turns back to Stormm. He drags the Force of Nature over to the side of the ring steps and forces his mouth open. Willard makes Stormm bite down the best he can on the edge of the step. He knows people are expecting a curb stomp, but Willard instead pushes down on the top of Stormm's head to pressure his jaw.
Stormm's yells are muffled, but he doesn't remain totally helpless. Some of his elbows hit Willard in the midsection, discouraging long enough for him to release the vice. Willard, now angered, violently yanks Stormm by the head and neck, turns the hips and slams him face first over and over into the cell wall. He then rakes it back and forth with reckless abandon and plenty of venom dripping from his teeth. Stormm is then dumped with a back suplex ONTO the stairs, leaving him in an uncomfortable heap.
Jerry Andrews: Parents may wish to consider putting their children to bed the longer this goes. Willard is really finding another gear of violence.
Ace Anderson: He told the world what his intentions were. It's only in the event name. Willard has been a man of his word so far.
Jerry Andrews: The only way he can speak the truth is if he was reading the definition out loud.
Willard stretches out his back while he issues some taunts to Stormm. In a surprising move, he chooses to take action back inside of the ring. Willard stands Stormm up and gives him a wincing European uppercut. Stormm throws a pair of combination punches before falling onto a knee. Willard adjusts his jaw and then hits Stormm with a more powerful uppercut. Stormm is kept upright only by the ring ropes. Through everything dished out so far, he still manages a mini comeback as he refuses to allow Willard too much control.
Rights and lefts hit their mark, but Stormm shakes his hands after each due in part to those stomps earlier. Just as Willard loses his ground, he hauls off and throws a chop to the throat. Stormm quickly clutches with audible gasps. Willard then delivers an inverted atomic drop. With Stormm now on his back and compromised, Willard rests in the corner, but never takes his eyes off the champ. He waits for Stormm to roll over to his front. He even allows him the chance to get on his hands. This is when a running punt kick knocks him silly. Stormm kisses the canvas and finds himself moved onto his back.
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But HE refuses a two count, although it was the closest one of the match so far. Willard gives the replacement referee a glare about the count. Stormm is maneuvered into a corner. Willard then begins to take his time delivering boots to the midsection. His pace starts to pick up. More and more he becomes violent until Stormm is slumped and seated, sucking air, and doubled over.
Willard takes two handfuls of hair to bring Stormm back to his feet. He runs Stormm to the opposite side and battering rams him right into the ring post. Stormm is left that way as Willard steps out onto the floor. That chair that has his dents on it gets picked up. Willard pushes the dents out and fixates his cold gaze on Stormm and in particular, his head.
Willard leans the chair back like Stormm might his trademark bat. He takes a swing and connects! But with the steel post! Willard drops the chair as vibrations attack his nervous system. From a sideways state, Stormm pushes his feet through with a half-hearted dropkick. It's enough to knock The Anarchist close to the cell wall. Stormm scoots further into the ring, forcing Willard to slide under the bottom rope. Willard's anger has got the best of him. Just as he rips Stormm off the mat, he's hit with FLASH FLOOD!
Jerry Andrews: A signature move has Stormm back in business! And just listen to the crowd!
Ace Anderson: A Business that should be cancelled.
Willard's legs are hooked.
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This time Willard can't stop a two-count, but it goes no further than that because he kicks out as quickly as humanly possible. Willard rolls onto his side while Stormm moves himself to the closest set of ropes he can get to. Bottom, middle, top, Stormm is vertical again and just in time to hammer away on an incoming Anarchist. Fists and feet, the trademarks of a comeback, put Willard on roller skates.
Stormm follows Willard on the whip. A clothesline puts him onto the apron. Stormm leans down and pulls Willard inside by the legs. Stomps to the groin area and then a punctuation on the abdomen. Willard goes fetal as the air is driven from his body. Stormm works Willard to a partial lift. Russian leg sweep! Stormm rolls over to a pin.
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Willard throws his shoulder up and winces as a result. Stormm prevents an attempted escape. He begins to pulverize The Anarchist's midsection in the corner with a steady dose of boots. An attempted shoulder charge gets Stormm in trouble with a well placed knee lift. With him staggering away, Willard doubles over but always with an eye on where Stormm is. He comes spinning with a discus lariat, but Stormm captures Willard's arm, spins him around and attempts Eye of the Storm!
Jerry Andrews: He may have him here! Willard is about to submit to losing his career!
Willard lowers his center of gravity to throw Stormm over him. Stormm barrels and pivots off his hip. Willard surprises him with an explosive HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH! The cartwheeling motion gives Willard a chance to move out onto the apron. He squats down with his hands gripping the top rope. Pain takes over his body, but he's ready to throw his second signature at Stormm. Willard springs up, looking for GREETINGS FROM ORANGE COUNTY, but Stormm shocks everyone by not only meeting him on the rope, but by countering with a front Russian leg sweep INTO the cage wall, making sure Willard eats every bit of it.
Jerry Andrews: What a crash that was! Stormm didn't escape harm himself, but Willard, good grief!
LET'S GO STORMM!
LET'S GO STORMM!
LET'S GO STORMM!
The Force of Nature slowly rises with Willard. He slams him up against the cell again and rolls him back inside. When Stormm returns, he does so with his wooden bat. Willard suddenly spin kicks it right into Stormm's face, twisting him around. Willard hits a second gear. A kip-up, a run to the ropes, KANLM!! Stormm is corkscrewed damn near through the ropes, but Willard frantically prevents it. Stormm is rolled into his back with Willard ready to celebrate. Down come the boos. Down comes the hand.
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KICKOUT!
Willard is in total disbelief! He refuses to accept the result and hooks both legs this time.
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2!
KICKOUT!
Willard is on overdrive as he pulls at his hair. He slams his hands over and over off the canvas like he was having a tantrum. Willard looks up to the invisible heavens...and then smiles. He points to the top of the cell. Willard buries the point of his elbow into Stormm's head repeatedly and then rolls himself out of the ring. Willard goes to one of the walls and climbs it!
Up and up he goes until he's close enough to maneuver his way across the top of the cell. Willard dangles some twenty-feet in the air. He begins to rock back and forth until he's a human pendulum. Once he's comfortable enough in a rotation, he LET'S GO AND COMES BACK DOWN WITH A FROG SPLASH!! Stormm MOVES out of the way, leaving Willard to bounce several feet in the air with nothing but rolling, writhing pain for the ill-decision.
Jerry Andrews: That was a risk that may have been the match had it hit. My god, that hurt me just looking at it.
Ace Anderson: Stormm has himself an opening and it makes me sick that he's still going to be our champion. Damnit, Willard, why did you do that??
Stormm, still slightly disoriented from those elbow shots, turns himself towards the ropes in order to use them again in picking himself up. By the time he does, Willard is hunched on his hands and knees with his arms folded inside. The referee was given the affirmative that he's fine to continue. Stormm shakes off as many cobwebs as he can before he zeroes in on his tormentor.
Willard is taken to his feet and before he knows what side of the world he's on, finds himself being locked and cradled into a fisherman. Willard's instincts finally kick in, but he doesn't have the strength in him to fight this off. Stormm heaves him into the air and with full crowd support, jumps, executes a two-hundred and seventy degree twirl, and puts The Anarchist down with FORCE OF NATURE!! Stormm keeps the bridge on Willard, the referee drops to make the count and the anticipation of the nightmare coming to an end gets the crowd onto their feet.
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Jerry Andrews: He's done it! Stormm has done it!
Ace Anderson: Not so fast, Jerry. Something I'm sure you're used to hearing.
Jerry Andrews: Only from your mother. She says hello by the way!
Ace Anderson: I'll ignore that to tell you Willard kicked out at the last possible second!
The FAITHFUL of all people complain about the count as sure enough, the match is continuing. Willard is barely moving after that explosive finisher. Stormm himself isn't very swift, both from exhaustion and the rejection that his impact wasn't enough to get him the win just yet. Stormm has earned himself a bit of a breather, but he doesn't take his foot off the gas for very long.
Willard is lifted into having a seat on the top turnbuckle. Stormm clobbers him as he steps onto the middle rope. Willard has an arm put over Stormm's shoulder. A low blow in uppercut form suddenly appears! Stormm falls into a fireman's carry as Willard laughs while being hunched over. He leans back up, but is no longer laughing. In fact, Willard looks quite focused as he adjusts his position. He takes a cartwheeling angle to deliver THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH for the second time, but this one is right onto the hardest part of the ring! Stormm's body thuds right off the floor, coming to a rest in a crumpled state.
For his troubles, Willard is sitting on his knees with Stormm to his back. Willard pulls himself up via cell wall. His eyes are wide with malicious glee. Willard paces himself over to Stormm and then begins to pull him a few feet along ringside. Stormm is turned in such a way that his feet are vertically up the cell wall and his head is blindfolded under the ring. Willard climbs the post until he reaches the top rope. He takes a moment or two to gather himself and then goes for another big move.
Jerry Andrews: Shooting star leg drop to Stormm on the outside floor! Willard may have just broke Stormm internally!
Ace Anderson: Correction, Jerry. Shooting star LOCO leg drop! And he's about to win with it! Willard has him pinned inside of the ring...
Jerry Andrews: How could I forget that?? Willard paying homage to his best friend and former longtime tag team partner, Johnny "Loco" Marquez, has paid off successfully!
Ace Anderson: Not successfully enough. Stormm got his shoulder up at the count of two. A slow count I might add.
Jerry Andrews: The referee isn't a sloth.
Willard is clearly frustrated by the count and growing equally tired of Stormm refusing to stay down. He looks around the ring and comes to a decision about what to do next. The chants of WILLARD SUCKS do nothing to dismay The Anarchist. Stormm is plucked up and aggressively slingshotted onto the top rope. Willard throws in a few strikes for good measure before turning around for a full sprint charge. SPEAR THROUGH THE CELL DOOR! Both men lay in the aisle and on top of the fallen door as the referee comes to check on them.
Jerry Andrews: This rivalry, this WAR, apparently is too big to be contained. Things could get ugly outside of the cell in a fast hurry.
Stormm and Willard find themselves at opposite rails and with opposite reactions to the fans touching them. Whereas Stormm doesn't focus on it, Willard can be heard cursing them out. The two spin at one another and start making sweat fly in an exchange of fisticuffs! As if they've found a reserve, the two legends battle through the pain and soreness with everything they've got. Neither bests the other one, but Willard halts things by running Stormm backwards against the cell. A quick Northern lights suplex onto the door continues his advantage.
Once Willard flips over to hit the second installment, Stormm swings into a counter by way of reverse DDT! Once again they find themselves down on the door and favoring different parts of their anatomies. Willard this time starts moving in the direction of where the announce team sits. He manages to stand himself up just in time for Stormm to pounce on him around the corner! Willard takes cell damage to the head, but he immediately introduces Stormm to his own steel dinner. Back and forth they go at each other until Jerry and Ace are forced to abandon their station.
Just when it appears Stormm is going to have the final word on how this brawl goes, Willard stun guns him off the cell, but then eats a momentum shifting tornado DDT off the announce table! Stormm gets up on the other side and begins clearing everything. He tags some outstretched hands on his way around to get Willard off the floor.
The two exchange blocks to prevent from their faces from going into the steel. But their brawl starts to have an ascension to it. They punch from their dominant side and use the other to hang onto the cell. When they get just about thirteen feet up the cell, Stormm finds that he's getting the better of the exchange and has Willard precariously close to taking a long drop back down. That's when Willard reaches into his bag of tricks and MISTS Stormm right in the eyes, blinding him with a red liquid. Stormm gets slammed once into the cell and is sent crashing THROUGH the announce table!!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Willard turns his head to see Stormm laid out in the rubble. The grin on his face tells the entire story. Before climbing back down he gives the faithful a middle finger. "Fuck HIM and fuck YOU!" Willard slowly moves around the cell, barking for Jerry and Ace to get out of his way in passing. Willard re-enters the cell and has enough time to take out a pair of tables, slide them into the ring, and get them stacked up.
Willard departs the ring and leaves the cell. He slowly marches to where Stormm is stirring and gives him a shot with the chair from the timekeeper's table. Willard crouches down to tell Stormm something that can't be picked up, but the way he's looking is a sign he intends on going to the TOP of the cell! The height of which is twenty-feet. He puts a boot to Stormm for good measure and then heads to the cell wall. Unbeknownst to him, Stormm is stirring. Willard begins to scale, but isn't exactly racing to get up there.
Right about the time he makes it halfway is when Stormm surprises him with an incoming shot! Stormm gives him another and then bounces Willard's head off the cell. Willard maintains his balance, then starts to fire back at Stormm in response, but he also manages to get a slight kick in. Willard tries to get some space, only for Stormm to grab his foot! Willard wiggles it free, but is forced into another slugfest as Stormm catches him. Willard is ready this time. Stormm gets clipped with an elbow and has his head bounced. This allows Willard to climb over the top of the cell first, giving him an advantageous position.
Determined to send Stormm to his doom, Willard stomps on his fingers. Stormm is forced to endure the pain, but his sheer determination and support from his fans is enough motivation to not let the bad guy win this. A double stomp however causes Stormm to suddenly fall, bringing audible gasps to a captivated arena. The quick thinking champion luckily only loses around five feet of ground. It may have gave the faithful a scare, but it presented Willard enough time to unlatch a centered table and get it set up.
Stormm safely reaches the top of the cell, and throws some shots into Willard's weakened midsection as he approaches. Willard is eventually backed up onto the table! Down below static is heard as Jerry and Ace take a position in the war zone.
Jerry Andrews: We're finally back and as seen, Willard and Stormm are some twenty feet in the air! There's tables in the ring, a table up with them and you just know this isn't going to end well!
Ace Anderson: I told you, Willard is a man of his word!
Jerry Andrews: For the love of Luis, both of these men are husbands and fathers! I hope wherever they are that Destiny and Lindsay have chosen not to watch this!
Willard, after thumbing Stormm in the eye, gives a short-arm clothesline. He picks Stormm up and pulls him onto the table! He steadies himself and is carefully putting Stormm in position for a suplex of the FISHERMAN'S variety. Willard is about to give Stormm his own finisher---but it's blocked! Stormm fights his way out of it---the two are now off the table, but Stormm is slamming Willard's head off of it repeatedly until the fight is driven out.
Stormm now gets Willard into a fisherman's position. He takes one deep breath, takes in every bit of cheers from the crowd, and picks Willard up --- FORCE OF NATURE THROUGH THE TABLE, THROUGH THE TOP OF THE CELL AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TWO STACKED TABLES!!!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOOOOOD!!
Ace Anderson: That was---are they OK? Are they ALIVE?
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Willard and Stormm lay motionless in the ring as pieces of table are over them like a wooden blanket. The referee quickly jumps into action to check on the well beings of both men. Stormm is ok, but the immediate worry is for Willard as he was on the receiving end of a hellacious spot. The buzz has yet to settle down as the match is grounded to a halt. Willard appears to be indicating he's ok, something that may not be true once he returns home to Anaheim and an angry wife. Which isn't to say that the same anger isn't waiting for Stormm in Kansas City.
With the referee convinced that both are ok, he can begin to make the ten count.
Ace Anderson: If this goes to a draw, Willard still has a career!
Jerry Andrews: And Stormm still has his title.
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10---Stormm has pulled himself over just before the count! Willard is shoved little by little until he's on his back. Stormm moves some debris away and with his last effort and drop of energy, throws an arm over The Anarchist.
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The bell is called for. The fans are going bonkers. "Land of Shadows" can hardly be heard. Stormm has successfully defended his title against one of his most dangerous foes and has just ended the storied career of "The Anarchist" Jason Willard.
Sasha Greene: "Here is your winner and STILL PCW World Champion, Stormm!!"
Officials and trainers have started to enter the ring to check on the two competitors who are slowly moving, but remain down where the pin happened.
Jerry Andrews: That was a match for the ages. Willard and Stormm brought everything they had, hit each other with their best shots, and in the end the Force of Nature won out.
Ace Anderson: Surely Willard has a loophole in the contract, right?? His career can't really be over, can it??
Jerry Andrews: It IS over, Ace! I've accepted it. The PCW faithful have accepted it. Now you need to accept it.
Ace Anderson: I would rather accept that Stormm is the World Champion.
Jerry Andrews: Which he is, so you'll have to accept that too! There's still the Deadly Rumble. Who knows who'll win that. What we do know is the winner will face Stormm for the title at Collision Course.
Ace Anderson: So The Anarchist can just enter that and win it again? Well, you know, not as Seromine, but---
Jerry Andrews: Ace, Jason Willard had an amazing career. He's in the Hall of Fame. He defended his career against Stormm's World Title and lost. It's over.
Ace Anderson: I think he has a loophole. That's all I'm going to say.
Jerry Andrews: Whatever will help you sleep tonight. Congratulations to Stormm on a tough, hard fought victory. A feud twenty years in the making and well, I hope it was worth it for him.
Stormm gingerly moves about in the ring with his World Title, stopping every so often to pose with it for those wishing to photograph. Willard has been helped to his feet, but is refusing any further assistance. The weight of the moment hasn't been lost on him. He shoots a look at Stormm. One of respect and admiration. One of friendship. One mired in the rigors of a tough fought battle.
He holds out his hand.
Stormm takes a look in that direction as he puts his title over his shoulder. There's contemplation on his part. Maybe uncertainty. Maybe awareness for any surprise tricks. But in the end the only thing that happens is a firm handshake. Willard is captured telling Stormm something, but unless you can read lips, it's not picked up. It concludes with Willard raising Stormm's hand in the air.
The Force of Nature puts a hand on Willard's shoulder and leaves him to take things in on his own. Willard exhales and nods after looking at the top of the cell. He takes his own leave and slowly heads to the back.
Jerry Andrews: I can't believe what we have seen tonight and, folks, it's NOT! OVER! YET!
Ace Anderson: That's right, the Deadly Rumble is coming up and, as they clear the ring, let's take a look at who has won this event before!
| The Deadly Rumble | |||||
| # | Winner | Date | Runners-Up | ||
| 8 | Gerard Angelo (2) | 10/13/2019 | Brenna Gordon | David Hunter | Holden Ross |
| 7 | Gerard Angelo (1) | 10/14/2018 | Dominator | David Hunter | Sicko |
| 6 | Seromine | 10/15/2017 | Gabriel | Stormm | Kyle Shane |
| 5 | Rick Majors | 10/9/2016 | Dan Fierce | Nathan Saniti | Seromine |
| 4 | Grimm (2) | 10/4/2015 | Kelli Starr | Stormm | Jason Willard |
| 3 | Sadistic | 11/30/2014 | Murdoc | Whitey Ford | Michael Wryght |
| 2 | Eira | 11/10/2013 | Tristan Slater | Michael Wryght, | Arica Lewitt |
| 1 | Grimm (1) | 10/28/2012 | Rick Majors | Andy D | Michael Wryght |
Jerry Andrews: As you can see, Gerard Angelo became the first back-to-back Deadly Rumble winner last year, and he'll have a big advantage tonight as he has earned the final entry number in this match!
Ace Anderson: Are we going to see a three-peat tonight? I think we will!
Sasha Greene: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the DEADLY RUMBLE MATCH!"
The crowd cheers.
Sasha Greene: "The winner of this match will earn a PCW World Championship match at Collision Course 9! Introducing the competitor who drew number one....
The lights in the arena all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk adorning his face.
When the lights return to arena, David walks towards the ring, glancing at a lot of the fans as he passes by. A few want high-fives or just to touch him, but David stays just out of reach, taunting them along the way with fake tears or just avoiding their hands.
As he approaches ringside, he starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. He points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and another smirk before resetting and hopping into the ring. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches.
Sasha Greene: "... from Tampa, Florida: DAVID HUNTER!"
The crowd boos the returning Hunter.
Sasha Greene: "And, the competitor who drew number two..."
“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 prepares for battle.
Sasha Greene: "... from the Great State of Texas: TEXAS TIM!"
The 2020 Deadly Rumble
The winner receives a shot at the PCW World Championship at Collision Course 9 on Sunday December 6th, 2020.
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The winner receives a shot at the PCW World Championship at Collision Course 9 on Sunday December 6th, 2020.
Jerry Andrews: Alright, here we go! David Hunter vs Texas Tim to start things off!
Ace Anderson: This seems like it could be a mismatch at first, but remember that Hunter is just returning from injury and Texas Tim is coming off that big win on Trauma.
The two lock up to start and Hunter knees Tim in the ribs. He then elbows him in the back of the head as he doubles over. Hunter throws Tim into the corner. He runs in at him, but Texas Tim gets his feet up and hits Hunter with a double boot to the face. Tim now grabs Hunter by the back of the head and slams him into the top turnbuckle. Tim now scoops him up from underneath, trying to get him over the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: Texas Tim trying to eliminate David Hunter already!
Hunter elbows his opponent in the side of the head. He then drops down and slugs Tim in the face. He sets him up for a suplex, but Tim blocks it and fights free. The Texan swings at Hunter, but the punch is ducked and Hunter tackles Tim down to the mat. He then pulls him up, only to send him back down with a suplex.
Ace Anderson: David Hunter in firm control here.
Hunter throws Tim into the corner once more. He then clotheslines him hard against the turnbuckles. He sets Tim up for another suplex, but this time Tim reverses and he flips Hunter up over the ropes!
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter is on the apron! Texas Tim could do this!
Tim tries to shove David Hunter off the apron, but David slugs him right in the face. With Texas Tim staggered, David Hunter re-enters the ring. He then sets Tim up and hits a neckbreaker.
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BUZZ!!!!!
Ace Anderson: Who is it!?
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade!
Razor runs down to the ring as David Hunter turns to face him.
Jerry Andrews: This will be interesting…. We all know David Hunter’s history with Razor…
Ace Anderson: Plus, Tim and Razor teamed up pretDavid recently and worked very well together. This could be a bad situation for David Hunter.
Texas Tim takes advantage of the distraction and he takes David Hunter down from behind. Razor then immediately stomps away on Hunter!
Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade doesn’t care about the past! He wants to win this thing! Just look at him!
Hunter rolls away and climbs to his feet using the ropes. He looks at Razor with astonishment. It doesn’t last long however, as Texas Tim charges at him. Hunter responds by hitting him with a strong forearm to the face. He then takes him down with a big boot to the face.
Jerry Andrews: Woah!
Razor approaches and David Hunter just looks at him, insinuating that he doesn’t want to fight.
Ace Anderson: I don’t think Razor cares, David. He wants this win!
Razor Blade charges at Hunter, who ducks under his attack. Razor rushes again, and again Hunter sidesteps it. Texas Tim suddenly clotheslines Hunter down to the mat! Tim pulls him up, but Hunter shoves him away. Razor comes flying with a running crossbody that Hunter ducks… Razor goes over the ropes and hits the floor!
“RAZOR BLADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”
David Hunter looks down at the fallen Razor.
Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Hunter expected that!
Ace Anderson: But look at Tim! Look at Tim!
Texas Tim grabs David Hunter from behind and the tries to get him over the ropes! Hunter fights back, knocking Tim down to the mat.
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BUZZ!!!!!
Jerry Andrews: Oh man….
Jerry’s reaction is correct as Grimm makes his way down to the ring at number four. He enters the ring and engages in a big staredown with David Hunter. Then the two just start unloading on one another with rights and left!
Ace Anderson: Look at these guys go! I love it!
The battle continues for several hard shots, with neither man able to gain the advantage until….
Ace Anderson: Look at Tim! Look at Tim!
Texas Tim attacks Grimm from behind, hitting him with a series of forearms to the back. Grimm turns around…
Jerry Andrews: I don’t think that was smart….
… and he unloads with a series of strikes that stagger Tim, sending him back into the ropes. He then clotheslines him over and down to the floor.
“TEXAS TIM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”
Grimm turns around… and the slug fest with David Hunter continues! Finally Grimm manages to get the upper hand, kicking Hunter in the stomach and then taking him down with a neckbreaker. Grimm now pulls Hunter up and backs him up into the corner, but David Hunter battles out with right and left hands.
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BUZZ!!!!!
The crowd turns to the entrance way to see Alexa Black make her way down to the ring at number five! She enters and David Hunter immediately turns his attention to her, hitting her with a missile dropkick. He then pulls her up, but she slugs him in the face. He staggers backwards and is caught in a German suplex by Grimm!
Ace Anderson: Just folded in half there!
Grimm gets up, and Alexa Black tackles him down. She then pulls him up and slugs away at him, backing him up towards the ropes. She then gets under him and tries to get him over… but David Hunter grabs her and lifts her up!
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter trying to eliminate both of them now!
Ace Anderson: Smart!
Hunter gets both competitors over the ropes…. Grimm lands on the apron… but Alexa goes over and hits the floor!
“ALEXA BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”
Hunter swings at Grimm on the apron, but Grimm fights back, hanging onto the top rope. He then hits Hunter with a hard right hand and that gives him the opportunity to re-enter the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm and David Hunter have been hitting one another with some incredibly hard shots tonight!
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BUZZ!!!!!
Coming in next is Rick Majors. He enters the ring and immediately takes David Hunter down with a tackle. He then unloads on him with a series of rights and lefts to the face.
Jerry Andrews: This could be really bad news for David Hunter, Grimm and Majors have teamed up quite a lot recently!
Ace Anderson: Sure, the numbers look bad, but one of those guys against him is Rick Majors, who is a million years old and has already competed once tonight.
David Hunter battles his way out from under Rick Majors, but then Grimm hits him with a big elbow drop before he can get to his feet. The two then pull Hunter up and throw him into the corner. Hunter walks out and he’s clotheslined down to the mat by Grimm.
Jerry Andrews: And now Majors scooping Hunter up! He’s getting double teamed for the second time tonight!
Majors hits Hunter with a scoop slam followed by an elbow drop. He pulls him up. Hunter fires back. Grimm clotheslines him down to the mat from behind. Majors and Grimm look at one another for a moment.
Jerry Andrews: Are they gonna go now?
Ace Anderson: Yes! Do it! Every man for themselves!
Rick Majors turns his attention back to David Hunter. He pulls up him and hits him with a brainbuster. Grimm now stomps away on him and Majors joins in as well.
Jerry Andrews: This is a smart strategy!
Ace Anderson: And what are they going to do? Both win the match? Come on! Fight! You’ll have to eventually anyway!
Grimm bends down to pull Hunter up, but Hunter jabs him in the eye. Majors grabs Hunter, but Hunter elbows him in the jaw. He then stands up and attacks Majors with a big boot to the face. When he turns around, however, Grimm is back up. He clotheslines David Hunter to the mat.
Majors gets up and he pulls Hunter up. He hits him with a knee to the stomach, then hits an uppercut to the face. Hunter is staggered Grimm backs him into the ropes. The two competitors try to throw him over, while Hunter desperately clings to the top rope.
5…..
4…..
3…..
2…..
1!!!!
BUZZ!!!!!
Gerard Angelo runs down to the ring, the final entrant in the match!
Ace Anderson: Yes! YES! Hold on, David! Help is coming!
Jerry Andrews: We know that Rick Majors and Grimm have had their problems with Pandæmonium recently, and now it looks like our final four is going to square off two-on-two!
Angelo immediately hits Majors in the back with a double arm strike. This allows David Hunter to break free from Grimm. Angelo takes Majors and he hits him with a Director’s Cut. Hunter and Grimm continue their match-long slugfest, but this time Angelo interrupts it as he elbows Grimm in the lower back.
Ace Anderson: Oh man, David Hunter and Gerard Angelo are going to end up in the final two! Yes!
Jerry Andrews: And then what are they going to do?
Ace Anderson: Settle it like men, of course!
The two members of Pandæmonium set Grimm up and hit him with a double suplex. They then throw him into the corner. Angelo runs at him and hits a clothesline. Then it’s Hunter’s turn. Angelo doesn’t get his second turn as Rick Majors attacks him from behind. He then grabs Angelo and throws him off the ropes. Angelo dodges a clothesline and comes back with a clothesline of his own, taking Majors down. He then steps back and sizes Majors up as he gets to his feet…
Jerry Andrews: One Hit Wonder!
Meanwhile, Grimm swings at Hunter, who ducks it. He then grabs him and hits a high angle belly-to-back suplex. Angelo grabs Majors and throws him over! Majors catches the top rope and holds on! Another One Hit Wonder!
“RICK MAJORS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!”
Jerry Andrews: And now there are three!
Ace Anderson: Grimm is in a bad spot right now.
Both Hunter and Angelo begin to work over Grimm. Stomping him down to the mat. David Hunter pulls him up…. Hunter Suite! Angelo now comes over the ropes…. Stunt Double! The two high five and they pull Grimm up.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is just being brutalized here!
Hunter pulls Grimm up and he drags him over to the ropes. Grimm fights back, but it doesn’t last long before Angelo is all over him with rights and lefts. Angelo now throws Grimm into the corner and he unloads on him with a series of strikes. He pulls him out and Grimm shoves him away. Hunter clocks him with a right hand. Grimm returns fire. Angelo hits a One Hit Wonder!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm trying to fight here, but he just can’t.
The crowd boos as Angelo pulls Grimm up and drags him to the ropes. Grimm elbows him in the stomach. Grimm now grabs him from behind, but Angelo reverses and he gets behind Grimm. He then lifts him up and hits a German suplex!
Ace Anderson: And this is exactly why Gerard Angelo is the king of the battle royals in PCW!
Angelo tries to get him over the ropes, but Grimm elbows him in the head. Hunter tries now, but Grimm kicks him in the stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is fighting for his life!
Angelo runs at Grimm with a clothesline… Grimm gets under him and back body drops him over the ropes to the outside!!!
“GERARD ANGELO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”
Ace Anderson: WHAT!? NO!?
Jerry Andrews: We’re not going to see a three-peat! Gerard Angelo is out!
David Hunter immediately hammers Grimm with a forearm smash to the spine. He then tries to scoop him up and over the ropes, but Grimm resists. He then shoves Hunter away.
Ace Anderson: There’s two guys have been unloading on one another all match and now they’re in the final two!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm was beaten down by Pandæmonium for a long time, but David Hunter’s been in this match since the beginning. Who do you think has the advantage here?
Ace Anderson: It’s honestly hard to tell, Jerry!
After a series of strikes back and forth that show no real gain for either competitor, the two lock up . Hunter breaks free and sweeps Grimm's legs. Hunter with a fireman's carry. Picking Grimm up by the head, Hunter kicks him in gut and bounces off the ropes. With full head a steam, Hunter connects with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: David Hunter getting the upperhand here.
Ace Anderson: You can do it, David! Go end to end in this match!
Staying on his attack, Hunter mounts Grimm and gives him a series of punches while Grimm tries to cover up. Picking Grimm up, Hunter attempts a vertical suplex but Grimm reverses the move and counters with an unorthodox neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: Ouch!
With Hunter down, Grimm quickly goes to work on Hunter legs. Applying a leg lock, Grimm cinches the hold down deep. With the crowd getting behind Grimm, he bounces off the ropes and delivers a high knee drop.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm working those limbs now….
Ace Anderson: This could be had for David Hunter!
Staying on his attack, Grimm picks Hunter up and delivers a knee breaker. Picking him up again, Grimm delivers another one. Whipping Hunter to the ropes, Grimm attempts a clothesline but ducks and tries for a clothesline of his one but Grimm counters with a double leg take down.
Ace Anderson: Nice move, I have to say!
Grimm pulls Hunter up, but David Hunter hits him with a forearm to the face. Grimm falls to his knees and Hunter follows up with a bicycle kick to the face!
Jerry Andrews: Ode to Frank!
Hunter now pulls his opponent up. He whips Grimm to the ropes and delivers a sidewalk slam. Bouncing off the ropes, Hunter connects with a leg drop.
Ace Anderson: David Hunter trying to wear Grimm down enough to take him out of this match!
Hunter pulls Grimm up, but Grimm hits him with a headbutt! And another! And another!
Jerry Andrews: Dead Reckoning!
Hunter falls to the mat. Picking him up, Grimm delivers a stalling vertical suplex. Waiting for Hunter to get up, Grimm applies a leg screw. Kicking and stomping at Hunter legs, now, Grimm then grabs Hunter’s right foot and he drops an elbow onto his knee.
Jerry Andrews: Of course, we all know David Hunter’s injury history…
Ace Anderson: Grimm is definitely showing that he knows!
Grimm pulls Hunter up, but David elbows him in the face. He then sets him up….
Jerry Andrews: The King’s Throne!
Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere!
Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere!
Hunter stands up and he shakes his knee off. He then pulls Grimm up and drags him to the ropes. Grimm shoves him away! Grimm now catches him with a tornado DDT suddenly!
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest!
Grimm pulls Hunter up and throws him over the ropes! Hunter catches the top rope and holds on… Grimm swings. He misses! David fires back! He connects! Grimm swings again… and he hits… Hunter is staggered! Another shot! He falls!
Jerry Andrews: It’s over!
“DAVID HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNER OF THE 2020 DEADLY RUMBLE IS GRIMM!!!”
Hunter hits the floor with a thud. Grimm raises his arm in the air!
Jerry Andrews: What a valiant effort by David Hunter, lasting the entirety of the match, but Grimm winds up victorious, setting a record with his THIRD Deadly Rumble victory!
Ace Anderson: You’ve gotta hand it to him. He’s a legend, that’s’ for sure!
Jerry Andrews: What a night it has been! Thanks for joining us, everyone!