Trauma 285 Results: The Best of PCW Mass Destruction

[PCW Staff]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents: Trauma 282

Friday January 29th, 2020

The show opens in the PCW Arena, but there are no fans present. Instead, Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are standing at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a very special edition of PCW Trauma! We're on the road to Mass Destruction and tonight we're taking a look at some of the greatest matches to ever take place at the marquee event on the PCW calendar!

Ace Anderson: That's right, this year Mass Destruction XI is coming to you LIVE on Sunday February 28th and it's certainly going to be an incredible show as always, but Mass Destruction has been home to so many incredible matches that we want to take a look at some of them!

Jerry Andrews: Plus, we're going to name the greatest PCW World Championship match in Mass Destruction history, as voted by you, later tonight! But right now, let's take a look back to the one year that didn't feature a World Championship match - because the champ and his team was locked inside a steel cage!

Ace Anderon: Oh man! The Complete Destruction cage match from Mass Destruction V in 2015! I love it!

PCW Mass Destruction V Sunday March 15, 2015 The covered cage has been lowered and the PCW ring crew is securing it in place as the crowd anxiously awaits tonight's main event. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of this match as as follows. The match will start will one randomly-selected competitor from each team. Every two minutes, another randomly-selected competitor will enter the match until all scheduled competitors are in the ring. At that point, a competitor can be eliminated by pinfall or submission. The match ends when all of the members on one team have been eliminated Ace Anderson: And one team could be at a huge disadvantage here tonight. Whitey Ford has still not arrived in the arena so it looks like Eira and Gem will be on their own against the Black Hand. Jerry Andrews: That's going to be a huge, HUGE disadvantage. I don't envy those two competitors but I certainly admire them for continuing to stand up to the rampage of the Black Hand. Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the COMPLETE DESTRUCTION CAGE MATCH! The crowd explodes. "Introducing the first competitor in this match..." “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up and the boos are sudden and immediate. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* Sadistic makes his way out from the back, slowly and deliberately. "He is the PCW World Champion...." Walking down to the ring, Billy Sadistic glares out into the crowd, wide-eyed and twitching. The PCW Championship is displayed proudly around his waist, the black hand print front and center. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic steps into the cage, casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* "... BILLY SADISTIC!" Sadistic takes the opportunity to thrust the belt into the air. More booing. The music slowly fades out. Jerry Andrews: The PCW World Champion is the first man in this match so if he wants to survive, he's going to have to go the distance. Ace Anderson: And you have to assume that he'll be a target here tonight since he holds the most important prize in this company. Jerry Andrews: Wait... what's that in his hand? Ace Anderson: It appears... it appears that he'd brought a couple of pairs of handcuffs with him! Jerry Andrews: That can't be good! "And, introducing his first opponent..." There's a brief pause. Jerry Andrews: Who will be the first member of the opposition? "Little Tyrants" by Anberlin begins to play. The crowd explodes. Jerry Andrews: Oh man... Ace Anderson: These two had an absolute war on the most recent episode of Trauma! Jerry Andrews: Gem made Sadistic tap out in that impromptu match, and the champ wasn't too happy about it! The hard edge of Anberlin's opening chords sound throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp with Grant at her side. As the full power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp. Gem awkwardly but enthusiastically moves glides along, acknowledging her fans, touching her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or nod of appreciation as Grant follows. "... she is GEM!" Aggressive, edge vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive guiar support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she steps into the cage. Gem glares at Sadistic and then ascends the steps into the ring. She wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside. Ace Anderson: These two are going to destroy one another right now! Ace is right. The moment the bell rings, the two competitors charge at one another, throwing caution out the window and immediately beginning to brawl in the middle of the ring. Sadistic gets the early advantage and he kicks Gem in the stomach, doubling her over. He then drives the point of his elbow into the back of her neck, causing her to fall to the mat. He looks up at the crowd and smiles. "YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!" Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are really giving it to Sadistic here tonight! Sadistic pulls Gem up and then he drops her down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. He then takes this opportunity to slide out of the ring and grab a couple of steel chairs from under the apron. Ace Anderson: Sadistic bringing the hardware in early in this match! He returns to the ring, but he’s immediately hit with a precision kick to the back of the head! Jerry Andrews: That put Sadistic down like a ton of bricks! Gem now grabs one of the steel chairs. She drives it into Billy Sadistic’s midsection. And again. And again. And again. Gem unloads on Sadistic, beating him with the chair to the roar of the crowd. Jerry Andrews: Gem just destroying Sadistic with the chair now! Ace Anderson: That’s the chance you take when you bring a weapon into the ring! Your opponent might get to it first! Gem now pulls Sadistic up and she throws him into the corner. She charges at him, but he gets his feet up and kicks her right in the face. He then runs out of the corner and clotheslines her down to the mat. Sadistic pulls her up, but she elbows him in the stomach. She then hits him with a big uppercut followed by a series of chops to the chest that back him up into the corner once more. She then kicks him in the stomach and starts to stomp away as he slumps in the corner. Jerry Andrews: Gem in control once again. Gem backs up a few steps. She then runs into the corner and hits the slumping Bill Sadistic with a big dropkick to the face! The crowd now starts to count along as the big timer starts to reach zero, signalling the next competitor. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! A buzzer sounds. ‘Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle begins to play. Jerry Andrews: Oh no. Ace Anderson: It’s Grimm! Grimm rumbles down to the ring and enters the cage. Gem turns her attention away from Sadistic and she meets Grimm as he enters the ring. She immediately goes on offense, delivering a series of strikes to Grimm’s midsection. Grimm is surprised by the attacks and he is staggered into the corner. Suddenly Sadistic charges out of the opposite corner and he clothesline Gem from behind! Jerry Andrews: It’s two-on-one now. This isn’t good for Gem. Ace Anderson: That’s for sure. Jerry Andrews: She’ll just have to try to survive these two minutes and hope that help comes out at that point. Ace Anderson: That’s right. The next competitor is randomly selected, so there’s a fifty percent chance of Gem getting help in the next two minutes! Gem slowly gets to her feet, but Grimm grabs her, lifts her up and drops her with a big Samoan drop. He then starts to deliver a series of stomps, brutalizing Gem as she remains on the canvas. In the meanwhile, Billy Sadistic walks over to the corner where he placed the handcuffs that he brought into the ring. Jerry Andrews: Oh no.... Grimm pulls Gem up and he then drops her with a headbutt. He then pulls her up again and sends her crashing spine-first into the mat with a spinebuster. Grimm then tosses Gem out of the ring. She hits the mats on the floor with a thud. Ace Anderson: Gem is in all kinds of trouble right now. Grimm and Sadistic leave the ring. The two brothers approach Gem, one on each side. The then simultaneously run at her and hit her with clotheslines, one from each side. Gem is crushed in the middle and she falls to the floor. Sadistic pulls Gem up now. He throws her face-first into the cage. He then scrapes her face against the cage, eventually drawing blood. Jerry Andrews: This is sick! Gem crumbles to the floor. Sadistic smiles and he holds the handcuffs up. He looks down at Gem and laughs. Grimm slowly pulls her back to her feet. Sadistic grabs her arm and he’s about to snap on the cuffs when she slugs him right in the face! Gem then breaks free from Grimm’s grasp! She strikes him in the throat and the grabs him and throws him into the cage! Sadistic approaches and she kicks him in the stomach! She then grabs him by the head and hits him with a big DDT onto the floor! Jerry Andrews: Gem fighting back now! Gem wipes the blood from her face. She then reaches down and picks up the handcuffs that Sadistic dropped. She snaps one cuff onto his wrist. She then quickly snaps the other cuff onto the cage! Ace Anderson: Gem has handcuffed Bill Sadistic to the cage! Grimm is back up now, but Gem goes on the offensive, tackling him down to the floor. She then pulls him up and throws him into the steel stairs! Gem grabs a chair and she turns her attention back to the captive Sadistic! She swings the chair and hits him right in the head. He slumps down, his handcuffed arm the only thing keeping him up. The crowd explodes. Jerry Andrews: Yes! Gem drives the chair into his stomach. She then winds up and cracks him in the head with the chair once again. The chair breaks. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God... Gem just broke a chair over Sadistic's head! Blood gushes from Sadistic's face. Gem turns back to Grimm. Suddenly, the countdown begins once again. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! A buzzer sounds. Jerry Andrews: Who’s it gonna be!? "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system. Ace Anderson: Oh no. OH NO! “Mr. Showtime” sprints down to the ring. Gem notices and she turns and clocks him with the broke chair right as he enters the cage! Her advantage doesn’t last long, however, as Grimm takes her down from behind with a clothesline to the back of her head. Grimm stands up and he lifts Gem onto his shoulder. He then drives her into the cage. Again. And again. And again. Meanwhile, Showtime is up. He walks over to the captive Sadistic and pulls out a key from his tights. Jerry Andrews: And Showtime has the key.... Just GREAT. Sadistic is unlocked and he falls to the floor. Gem is immediately swarmed by Grimm and Showtime. The two unload on her with a series of stomps as she lays prone on the floor. The crowd boos loudly. Sadistic manages to stand up and he walks over to the fallen Gem. Grimm and Showtime hold her. She struggles to break free. Sadistic wipes the blood from his face and he flicks it at her. Ace Anderson: This is horrible. Grimm now drives his elbow into her face. Showtime hits clotheslines her down to the floor. Sadistic slowly shakes the cobwebs/concussion symptoms from his head. He pulls Gem up and he rolls her into the ring. He follows her into the ring, with Michael Wryght not far behind. Grimm remains on the outside. He ducks under the ring and returns with a table. He slides that in. He then pulls out a chair and slides that it too. Then he grabs a broom. And a trash can. And another chair. And another. Jerry Andrews: Isn’t it enough that they have a three-on-one advantage right now!? Do they need to use weapons too!? Ace Anderson: Well, it is called ‘Complete Destruction,’ like it or not.... Gem tries to stand up, but she immediately taken down by Wryght. He starts to brutalize her with a series of right and left hands right to the face. Blood flies through the air. Jerry Andrews: This is sick. Just sick. Sadistic picks up the trash can just as Grimm enters the ring. Showtime and Grimm pull Gem up. Sadistic's face is filled with a kind of crazy rage. He runs at her and clocks her right in the face with the trash can. Ace Anderson: Gem has to be out cold. I can’t watch this much longer. Billy Sadistic smiles and he looks out at the crowd. He picks up two chairs. Sadistic throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Gem in place as Showtime places a chair around Gem’s neck and Sadistic places his around Gems’s right leg. Jerry Andrews: No! NO! STOP THIS! Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! A buzzer sounds. “Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. Jerry Andrews: EIRA! Eira spints down to the ring at full speed. She’s holding a steel chair of her own in her hands. The crowd is electric as she enters the cage.... but she’s too late. Snap. Crackle. Pop. Gem doesn’t even react. She’s unconscious. However, the mere act itself makes it obvious that she’s been seriously injured. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God..... Eira hits the ring. Grimm gets to her first. He dropped with a steel chair. Showtime is next. He suffers the same fate. Sadistic is dropped as well. The crowd is going ballistic as Eira drops each member of the Black Hand. Jerry Andrews: Eira is on fire right now! Ace Anderson: Yes, but is she it for her team!? Will it remain three-on-two for the rest of the night!? With The Black Hand temporarily stopped, Eira rushes over to check on Gem. She still hasn’t moved. Eira attempt to speak to her, but she’s cracked across the spine with a steel chair courtesy of Grimm. Michael Wryght then hits her with a leg drop to the back, crushing Gem underneath her in the process. Ace Anderson: There are just too many members of the Black Hand. The numbers game is just too much. Billy Sadistic now pulls her up and throws her into the corner. He picks up the broom and runs at her. Eira dodges the attack! She then drives her knee into Sadistic’s stomach and grabs the broom. She cracks it across his spine, breaking the broom in half and sending him slumping down to the mat. Jerry Andrews: Alright! Eira is now armed with two pieces of a broom. Grimm approaches her. She swings the broom at his head, knocking him down. However, she can’t stop Michael Wryght who tackles her down to the mat. Showtime throws Eira out of the ring now and he follows her to the outside. Grimm and Sadistic are back up and they toss the still lifeless body of Gem out to the opposite side. All three members of the Black Hand now converge on Eira. Jerry Andrews: Again, these three picking off their victims one by one. Eira battles back. She kicks Showtime in the stomach and throws him face-first into the cage. She then runs at the Dillinger brothers, taking them both down with a double clothesline! Eira pulls Grimm up now, but suddenly Sadistic hits her from behind. The two brothers lift her up and then throw her face-first into the cage! 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! A buzzer sounds. Then silence. Jerry Andrews: Oh no. Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford didn’t show up. The crowd boos. Inside the cage, all three members of the Black Hand smile. They look down at the beaten body of Eira. Billy Sadistic actually starts to laugh. Jerry Andrews: No one is coming. It’s going to be three-on-two for the rest of the match. Ace Anderson: That means it’s basically over right now. Suddenly, bursting down the aisle, armed with a 2x4 comes.... Jerry Andrews: CORY STEEL!!!! Cory “The Bear” Steel charges into the cage. Grimm looks at him confused and he’s dropped with a big 2x4 shot to the face! Michael Wryght runs at him and The Bear drives the 2x4 into his stomach! He then lifts it up and he cracks it right across Showtime’s back! Ace Anderson: Is Cory Steel filling in for Whitey Ford? Jerry Andrews: I have no idea! Is that allowed!? Sadistic charges at Steel, but the Bear spears him down to the floor! The crowd explodes! Eira slowly starts to get to her feet.... and Cory Steel spears her as well! Jerry Andrews: What the hell!? The Bear looks around at the chaos he created. Ace Anderson: Cory Steel just took out almost everyone in this match. But why!? Jerry Andrews: Is he even in this match!? Ace Anderson: I guess we have our answer! At that moment, PCW security guards flood the cage. They tackle Cory Steel to the mat and begin to drag him towards the open door of the cage. Bill Sadistic slowly rolls into the ring and he picks up a steel chair. Suddenly, from out of the crowd! Jerry Andrews: It’s WHITEY FORD! Dressed in street clothes and clearly just arriving to the arena, Whitey Ford charges into the cage! He momentarily gets caught up in the chaos and crowd of security guards who are trying to get Cory Steel out of the ring. Ford drops a few guards with right hands, battling his way through them and finally getting into the ring. Ace Anderson: Okay! Alright! Let’s go! Grimm reaches into the ring and he grabs Whitey Ford’s ankle, preventing him from moving. Ford fights, struggling to break Grimm’s grasp. When he finally does, he turns around and is cracked right in the skull by Billy Sadistic and a steel chair. Sadistic drops the chair and he pulls White Ford up. Ford’s face is already starting to bleed. The crowd boos as Sadistic sets Ford up and drops him with a big Sadistic DDT right onto the steel chair. Eira tries to dive into the ring for the save, but Michael Wryght takes her down. Sadistic covers Ford: 1... 2... 3!!! “Whitey Ford has been eliminated!” The crowd boos loudly. A few members of the audience start to toss garbage at the cage. A “Bullshit!” chant breaks out for a moment or two. Jerry Andrews: And, just like that, it’s back to three-on-two. Finally PCW security manages to get Cory Steel out of the cage. They go to lock the door but they’re stopped by Michael Wryght! He throws Eira through the door and to the outside. He then follows her out. Showtime then slugs a security guard for good measure. Showtime now locks the cage behind him, leaving him and Eira on the outside. Ace Anderson: Why is Showtime taking Eira out of the cage!? Michael Wryght throws Eira into the side of the cage. He then reaches over the guardrail and pulls a chair out of the audience. He tosses it behind him. He slowly grabs another and tosses it behind him as well. He then picks up a third, turns around, and he’s absolutely levelled with a steel chair shot from Eira! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD WHAT A SHOT! Eira now tries to return to the cage, but the door is locked. She screams at the PCW officials standing by, but none of them will let her back in. She then turns her attention back to Showtime. He slowly gets to his feet and she grabs him and slams him face-first into the cage. She holds onto his head, turns and then slams into him the guardrail. And then back into the cage. And then again. And again. Eira turns back to the officials, but the cage remains locked. With nowhere else to go, Eira picks up a chair and she throws it on the top of the cage. The crowd goes nuts, realizing what Eira is about to do. Jerry Andrews: She isn’t..... Michael Wryght slowly pulls himself up, using the cage for support. His face is covered in blood now. Eira points up and yells at Showtime: “LET’S DO THIS!” Ace Anderson: NO WAY! Eira starts to climb the cage. Michael Wryght hesitates for a moment, but then he does the same! Jerry Andrews: This is insane! Inside the ring, Grimm and Sadistic stop and watch as Eira and Wryght climb the cage. This allows Gem to slide into the ring behind them and take them both out with vicious chair shots! Ace Anderson: GEM IS BACK UP! Jerry Andrews: Well, she was... Gem crumbles to the mat, her leg giving out on her. Jerry Andrews: Gem is seriously hurt..... and Eira and Showtime are at least twenty feet above us on top of the cage! Eira gets to the top first and she races for the steel chair. Michael Wryght is up now. Eira has the chair, but Showtime tackles her down, the roof of the cage giving slightly as the two competitors fall onto it. Jerry Andrews: This is so dangerous..... Inside the ring, Gem has backed herself into one of the corners. She still down on the mat when Grimm approaches her. She kicks him with her one good leg and then rolls out of the ring. On top of the cage, Showtime pulls Eira up. He hits her with a chop. She responds with a shot of her own. He returns fire, kicking her in the stomach. He then drops her with a DDT onto the cage! The roof sags with the force of the blow. Ace Anderson: This cage isn’t meant for this.... Inside the ring, Grimm and Sadistic roll out of the ring after Gem. Gem gets her hands on a chair and she swings it wildly, fending off her attackers. She’s on one leg as she swipes the air around her, preventing the Dillinger brothers from attacking her! On top of the cage, Michael Wryght out a pair of handcuffs from his tights! Jerry Andrews: Wait.... did Showtime pick up the second pair of handcuffs? Ace Anderson: Maybe he always has them on him to stuff his tights.... Michael Wryght quickly grabs Eira’s arm and he handcuffs her to the top of the cage! Showtime then stands up and he looks down at Eira and laughs. Eira struggles to break free, angrily cursing at Michael Wryght. He turns his back to her and slowly starts to climb down the side of the cage, leaving her struggling on top. Jerry Andrews: Oh no.... Eira is helpless up there. If Showtime can somehow get back into the cage, it will be three-on-one once again! Gem continues to battle. She swings at Grimm and this time she connects, cracking him with the chair. Sadistic runs at her. She dodges him and shoves him into the side of the cage. He hits it with a thud. She then staggers backwards and Gem cracks him with the chair, denting it! Ace Anderson: What a chair shot! How is Gem still going!? Gem now picks up the steel steps at ringside! She places them down for a moment, using them to stabilize herself while she rests her injured leg. Grimm runs at her. She manages to lift up the stairs at the last second and she hits him in the face, knocking him down to the floor! Sadistic slowly pulls himself up, using the cage. Gem turns and throws the stairs right at his head! He’s crushed between the stairs and the cage! Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! That’s just about all Gem has left in her though and she collapses at ringside, holding her leg in pain. Ace Anderson: Gem has all of the heart in the world but she has got to be in so much pain right now. Outside the cage, Showtime is arguing with three PCW officials who will not allow him back into the cage. After several moments are shouting, Showtime slugs one of them in the face. He then slams another one face-first into the cage. The third takes a step back. Showtime again demands to be let into the cage. The guard refuses. Showtime kicks him in the stomach and drops him with a single arm DDT! Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Showtime is the one who locked the cage in the first place! Michael Wryght now reaches down and he picks up the key to the lock from the fallen official. He lets himself into the cage. Ace Anderson: And it’s three-on-one once again. On top of the cage, Eira has managed to get her hands on the steel chair. She stands up as much as she can handcuffed to the cage, and she drives the chair into the cage. And again. And again. And again. The cage sags with every shot. Jerry Andrews: Eira isn’t seriously trying to break the cage, is she? Showtime enters the cage and heads directly over to Gem. He pulls her up from the floor. She tries to fight him off, but it’s no use. He slams her face-first into the ring apron. He then throws her into the ring and then goes to check on his teammates. Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand regrouping here. Ace Anderson: Eira and Gem have given them all they could handle tonight but, in the end, it was three-on-two for almost the entire match. No one can overcome those odds. Sadistic, Grimm and Michael Wryght enter the ring all at once. Gem is still trying to pull herself to her feet. She’s holding onto the ropes with one hand and a chair with the other, attempting to steady herself. The three Black Hand members stare at her from across the ring. Gem looks at them right in the eyes and does not back down at all. Jerry Andrews: Gem still wants to fight! All three Black Hand members swarm her. She tries to fight them off with the chair, but it’s too much. They beat her down to the mat. Sadistic stands on her neck, holding the ropes, while Grimm sets up a table in the ring. Jerry Andrews: They’re not even trying to pin her. They just want to hurt her at this point. Ace Anderson: At this point!? That’s all they’ve wanted to do since Trauma! Grimm stands in front of the table. Sadistic and Showtime pull Gem up and the toss her over to Grimm. Suddenly, the top of the cage breaks! Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Ace Anderson: Eira did it! Eira pulls on her handcuffs and the chain link that held her captive snaps. The steel chair has left a gaping hole in the roof of the cage. Eira looks down at Grimm and she throws a steel chair right at him! He’s caught off guard and the falling chair causes him to stumble. He falls face-first onto the table! Eira then dives through the hole that she created! Jerry Andrews: Fall of the Morning Star!!! OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE! RIGHT ONTO GRIMM AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd is going insane at this point. Sadistic and Showtime try to run to Grimm’s aid, but Gem throws herself at them, tackling them down to the mat! Eira covers Grimm: 1.... 2.... 3!!! “Grimm has been eliminated!” The crowd explodes! Jerry Andrews: GRIMM IS ELIMINATED! IT’S TWO-ON-TWO! Ace Anderson: Somehow these two women are fighting back against all odds! Grimm slowly rolls out of the ring and officials try to escort him out of the cage. He shoves his way free and returns to the ring! Gem is getting to her feet, but Grimm clotheslines her from behind, knocking her back down. He then kicks her in the side, causing her to roll out of the ring and to the outside. Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! This is too much! Finally Grimm leaves the cage, the damage having been done. Sadistic and Showtime tackle Eira down to the mat. Showtime pulls her up now. Eira breaks free and she hits him with a knee to the stomach followed by a knee strike to the face, which sends him down to the mat. Sadistic charges at her, but Eira spears him down to the mat. She goes for a quick cover, but Showtime breaks it up. Ace Anderson: Smart move by Eira, trying to take one of these guys out while she can. Showtime stands up. And he’s hit in the side of the head with a chair! Gem has thrown a chair into the ring and right at Showtime’s skull. He’s stunned by the move and Eira capitalizes, clotheslining him down to the mat! Gem slowly pulls herself back into the ring. She waits for Showtime to get to his feet. She then charges at him with a clothesline! He does the same thing! Both competitors knock each other down! Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline! Eira quickly takes advantage and she hits Showtime with a big knee drop to the head, hitting him with her spiked knee brace! She then quickly covers him: 1.... 2.... 3!!! “Michael Wryght has been eliminated!” The crowd explodes. It’s short-lived however as Billy Sadistic comes flying off of the ropes out of nowhere, hitting Gem with a swandive headbutt! He covers her now: 1... 2... 3!!! “Gem has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: What a valiant effort by Gem here tonight! The crowd rises to their feet in applause as Gem is removed from the ring by PCW officials. She hobbles around the ring, being supporting by staff, making her way towards the door. Suddenly she’s clotheslined from behind by Michael Wryght, who is also leaving the cage. Jerry Andrews: OH COME ON! THAT’S JUST UNNECESSARY NOW! The crowd boos as Michael Wryght leaves the cage. Gem is slowly helped back up and she leaves the cage as well. Ace Anderson: We’re down to a one-on-one match now! Eira versus Sadistic! The two competitors stand face-to-face. After a moment, the two begin to unload on one another with right and left hands! Sadistic eventually gets the upperhand and he clotheslines Eira down to the mat! Jerry Andrews: Who do you think has the advantage here, Ace? Sadistic has been in this match longer, but Eira may have been through more tonight. Ace Anderson: It’s tough to say Jerry, but I will never bet against the reigning PCW World Champion. Sadistic pulls Eira up. She breaks free, leaps up and hits him with a hurricanrana! He staggers up to his feet and Eira throws him into the corner. She then charges at him and hits him with a big knee to the stomach. He staggers out of the corner and is then hit with a high angle dropkick! Eira goes for the cover: 1... 2.... Ace Anderson: No! Jerry Andrews: Eira almost pulled off the unthinkable there, coming back from these horrible odds! Eira pulls Sadistic up. He drives his elbow into her throat. He then grabs her and throws her out of the ring. Sadistic follows her to the outside. Eira is getting up when Sadistic grabs her and throws her into the cage. He then picks up the steel steps and runs at her! She ducks! Sadistic hits the cage with the steps and the steps with his face! He falls to the floor. Eira pulls him up and then sends him crashing back down with a piledriver onto the steps! Jerry Andrews: That could be the end of the match! Eira slowly stands up. She rolls Sadistic into the ring. She then slowly slides in herself. Eira with a cover: 1.... 2..... Jerry Andrews: And..... a kickout before three! The crowd is in disbelief. Eira slowly gets back to her feet. She approaches the fallen Sadistic who stands up and swings a steel chair right at her head! Ace Anderson: OH SH.... Jerry Andrews: Sadistic tried to decapitate Eira with that shot! Eira hits the mat hard. Billy Sadistic goes for a cover: 1.... 2.... Jerry Andrews: Eira kicked out! Sadistic can’t believe it. He gets back to his feet, pulls Eira up and then drops her with a Sadistic DDT onto the chair. 1... 2.... 3!!! Ace Anderson: And that’s it! “Eira has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand wins! Ace Anderson: They had the numbers advantage almost the entire night, especially since Eira and Gem were on their own almost the entire match, and they turned that advantage into a victory here tonight. Winners: The Black Hand @ 41:37 The crowd boos as Billy Sadistic gets to his feet. The cage slowly starts to rise as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts to play. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* As the cage rises, Showtime and Grimm return to the ring. The three competitors stand above the fallen Eira. The raise their arms in victory. The crowd boos. Jerry Andrews: Like it or not, The Black Hand is victorious once again. Billy Sadistic smiles. He picks up two chairs and throws one to Showtime. He keeps one for himself. Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Come on! The match is over! Enough is enough! Suddenly, from the back, Nathan Saniti appears. And Justin Michaels! And Cory Steel! And LIGHT! And Stacy Jones! And Seth Archer! And Crazy Boy! And others! They all charge down to the ring, trying to stop the assault! Jerry Andrews: The PCW locker room is filing out here trying to stop this! But can they make it to the ring in time!? Ace Anderson: Hell yeah! Ace slams his headset down and stands up now! Despite the show of unity, Billy Sadistic is on one turnbuckle. Michael Wryght is on the other and it looks like no one can stop them in time. Suddenly there's a disturbance in the crowd. No one knows what's going on. Out of nowhere, someone runs up and knocks Showtime down! Jerry Andrews: Is that a fan!? Ace Anderson: Wait... no.... it's.... Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr! Sadistic is about to jump anyway when he's attacked as well and shoved off of his turnbuckle! Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!! Jerry Andrews: N. C. M! Non Compos Mentis, the Hall of Famer, has somehow appeared at ringside, knocking Sadistic down! Grimm stands up in the ring, but now, for once, he's the one who is outnumbered! "Dollface" Kelli Starr and NCM enter the ring. Grimm stands ready to fight. Stormm enters the ring. Along with Saniti and Steel and Jones and Archer and Steel and LIGHT and Smith and even Ace Anderson! Grimm realizes what is going on and he backs up, sliding out of the ring. NCM and Dollface are in the ring now, standing beside one another. Jerry Andrews: Dollface is back! NCM is back! The PCW locker room has stood up to the Black Hand!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back! And now it's time to head all the way back to 2006 and the very first PCW Mass Destruction event! On that night the North American Championship was on the line as Non Compos Mentis defended the title against Johnny Vivacious! Let's take a look!

PCW Mass Destruction Sunday, February 5, 2006 (The PCW-Tron comes on and the feed cuts to it, which it's featuring a hype-up for the next match, which is Non Compos Mentis defending his North American Championship against Johnny Vivacious. Once the feed cuts, it's brought back to Mark Long standing in the ring preparing to announce the next match.) Match Three: North American Championship Match Non Compos Mentis {Champion} vs. Johnny Vivacious (w/Stace) Referee: Roberto Garcia Mark Long:: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time-limit. This match is also for the PCW North American Championship! (Saliva's, "One Night Only" screams from the speakers and the lights dim in the arena.) Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen... from Accident, Maryland! "OH YEAH!" (An explosion from the stage rocks the arena as the announcer continues over the intro. The lights above the ring and ramp put on an awe-inspiring multi-colored spectacle in the dimly lit arena.) Mark Long: Standing at an even 6 feet and weighing in at 229 lbs....and being accompanied by Stace..."Mr. One Night Only"... this is... Johnny Vivacious! (Four photographers rush out and take position, poised to shoot, on the stage and ramp.) "I always wanted to be president. I always wanted to be Superman. I ended up a fuckin super star. I'm better off then either one of them!" (Johnny Vivacious bursts through the curtain to a shower of flash bulbs from the stage photographers. The lights beam off of his silver frame sunglasses concealing his glare.) "I wanna take you to a higher place. Say all the things you could never say. I'm late enough to try to make a change before the whole world blows up in your face. In your face YEAH!" Vivacious turns slightly to his left and extends his left hand to the curtain inviting the stunningly gorgeous Stace to the stage. They pose briefly atop of the ramp, embraced, as a wall of pyrotechnic sparks rains down onto the stage behind them.) "Come inside for a moment! Come inside for a moment!" (Stace follows Vivacious down the ramp. Ashes are sprinkled everywhere from the burning cigarette pursed between his lips as he bad mouths the fans along the ramp.) "I'm the voice inside of you that says there's nothing you can't do. If you could open up your eyes and lay your heart out on the line." (At ringside, Vivacious leaps up onto the ring apron while Stace ascends the steps then walks along the ring apron meeting Vivacious in the middle. He steps on the center rope and pulls the top rope up. They share a quick kiss before she enters the ring.) "I'm the voice inside your head that brings your mind back from the dead. I hope that I have served your right. Even if only for one night! YEAH! Come on OW!" (Vivacious ducks in behind her and taps her on the ass as he passes by her in the center of the ring. She remains in the center and he bounds up onto the second turnbuckle with his arms to each side. He lowers his arms allowing his duster to fall to the canvas below him. As Stace exits the ring she drags the duster out under the bottom rope.) "I'm not religious or fanatical, but I'm a motherfuckin miracle. You knocked me down, but I'll get up again. So hit the lights and let the show begin! Show begin yeah!" (The song fades as he runs his left hand from the back to the front of his head sending sweat into the crowd before dropping down to the canvas. He removes his sunglasses and drops them to Stace on the outside then drops his cigarette to the canvas and smashes it out. He joins the referee in wait for his opponent.) Mark Long: And his opponent... (The familiar sound of Non Compos Mentis theme tune echoes throughout the arena as the man himself appears on the stage; PCW North American Championship around his waist. He slowly walks to the ring as he is introduced my Mark Long.) Mark Long: ...from Louisville, Kentucky...weighing in at 270 lbs. and standing at 6 feet, 3 inches...he is the current and defending PCW North American Champion...Non Compos Mentis! (Mentis makes his way down the aisle and once he enters he stares gloomingly at Johnny. Johnny chuckles at the sight of Non Compos Mentis. NCM then hands Referee Roberto Garcia the North American Championship and as he is doing so, Stace exits the ring. The ref looks at both me and then signals for the bell.) Jerry Andrews: And we're off. (The two men circle one another before locking up in the center of the ring.) Jerry Andrews: Well here we go. Collar and elbow tie-up or the referee's hold as it is sometimes called. Mike Williams: Why is it called that? Jerry Andrews:: What? Mike Williams: Why is it called the referee's hold? Jerry Andrews: I actually use to know the answer to that but you know...I guess I forgot. Something for those at home to look up on the Internet. (While those two were talking Non Compos Mentis took Johnny V into a top wrist lock and then down to the mat and into a side head-lock. Johnny flips Non Compos Mentis onto his back for a pinning combination but there isn't even a count as NCM quickly wiggles his left shoulder up. Johnny tries to hold him down again but yet again there is no way for the referee to even get a count in. Johnny tries a third time but this time NCM catches him with a forearm.) Jerry Andrews: Fluid thinking there from NCM to break up the momentum Johnny was trying to secure. Mike Williams: Did I just hear you use think and NCM in the same sentence? Jerry Andrews: Yes you did. Mike Williams: Then that's a sign. Hell on Earth will begin soon. (NCM pops up and lays the boots into Johnny, who tries to reach his way to the ropes. Johnny finally reaches the ropes but NCM decides to stop booting and grabs Johnny's legs and then slingshots him into the air. Johnny flies up and then crashes to the mat hard. Non Compos Mentis goes with the roll over and the quick cover. 1...2...kickout.) Mike Williams: NCM is really trying to get himself a victory here tonight. He really is. But him trying isn't going to secure him the victory. (NCM picks Johnny up and whips him into the ropes and drops him back down with a reverse elbow. Johnny backs up and bounces off the ropes and nails a perfect knee drop. This time he doesn't go for a cover and instead NCM picks Johnny up but Johnny pushes him away. Johnny Vivacious runs off the ropes and bounces back to catch NCM in the face with his knee. Jerry Andrews: Johnny is finally able to mount some offense here in this match. Mike Williams: And now this should be a recurring theme. (NCM is back up but is met with a clothesline from the top ropes by Johnny V.. Johnny goes to lift NCM back up, but NCM grabs him and does a small package. 1...2...kickout!] Mike Williams: Look at NCM. Trying to claw his way to a victory. Pathetic. (NCM is up first but is caught by a Bartender's Special! NCM is in tough position right now. Johnny Vivacious, while his girl is on the outside cheering him on, picks NCM up onto his shoulders and drives him hard down to the mat with a Samoan Drop. A sinister look appears on Johnny's face and he leans over above NCM and, with his right index finger over his right nostril, he blows, and releases a big "snot rocket" to the face of NCM.) Jerry Andrews: Now that's just uncalled for. (And to make matters worse, Johnny takes his boot and smushes it into the face of NCM. Be begins kicking NCM, having him squirm.) Jerry Andrews: Look, he's just toying with him. That's not right. Mike Williams: What you talkin bout, Jerry?! That's brilliant! (NCM ends up on all fours and a smirk appears on Johnny's face. Stace begins clapping at ringside, as the fans jeer. He climbs onto NCM's back and jumps, trying to bring an elbow down onto the back of the neck. But at the last moment, NCM moves and Johnny hits his elbow hard onto the mat.) Jerry Andrews: Johnny went for that Hell-Bow but NCM moved out of the way. He still has some fight in him. (NCM gets onto his feet and rushes to the ropes. Johnny stays down and NCM jumps over, bouncing across the other ropes. Johnny gets and as NCM is coming back, Johnny tries to leapfrog him, but as he jumps, NCM grabs him and brings him down with a hard Powerbomb. He immediately follows it up with a pin. 1...2...3...NO! Kickout by Johnny.) Jerry Andrews: This one almost was over. Mike Williams: But it's not. And good thing too. (Non Compos Mentis lifts Johnny up and whips him into the corner. Johnny hits the turnbuckle hard. NCM comes running in at him and is able to do a running knee lift to Johnny's face. NCM then climbs over Johnny and seats on the top turnbuckle. He puts his arm over Johnny's neck, as if he's going to do an inverted DDT off the top rope, but Johnny sends a forearm up and catches NCM on the bridge of his nose. NCM releases Johnny's neck to grab his nose, and Johnny sticks his arms underneath NCM's arms, right under the pits. He then throws Mentis off the top rope, flipping him and slamming him back first onto the mat.) Mike Williams: The Vivaclasm! This one is over! (Johnny goes and makes the pin, and Referee Roberto Garcia begins the count. 1...2...3! This one is over. Referee Roberto Garcia signals for the bell and Mark Long makes the official announcement.) Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW PCW North American Champion...Johnny Vivacious! (Johnny is handed his newly acquired Championship and raises it high, as Stace comes in the ring and hugs her man. They look at the beaten NCM as the camera switches to Mike Williams and Jerry Andrews at ringside.) Jerry Andrews: Johnny Vivacious, after a hard-fought effort by Non Compos Mentis, wins his first PCW championship. Mike Williams: And the World couldn't be happier. Listen to them cheer. Jerry Andrews: I think your hearing is a bit messed up, Mike. Those aren't cheers, those are jeers. Mike Williams: Well, they're reacting. And that's all that's important. Johnny Vivacious is the new North American Champion. Jerry Andrews: I don't know about you, but I heard threats of him auctioning off the championship. If he does that, he can be in more trouble than it's worth. Though the title is now in his possession, he's not the owner of the belt. The belt is PCW property. If he auctions it off, he'll have to refund the money for the Championship in total and could be seeing some major lawsuits. Mike Williams: I don't know what he'll do. But what's important is that he is the PCW North American Champion and the garbageman isn't. Jerry Andrews: I thought NCM was a great North American Champion.

Ace Anderson: That was certainly a throwback, going back 15 years!

Jerry Andrews: And what a match it was!

Ace Anderson: You like me better than Mike Williams, right?

Jerry Andrews: Come on, Ace. Onto our next match!

PCW Mass Destruction IX Sunday March 17th, 2019 Hunter is pulled away from Sicko and he winds up on one side of the ring while the psycho clown remains at near the entrance ramp, surrounded by PCW security. The defending Underground champ may be at a major disadvantage in the height, weight, and strength category, but he makes up for that with toughness, a warrior's spirit, and the absolute will to not only hold court in his kingdom, but prove to every challenger that he is the king and they are mere pretenders. Hunter didn't come for a fight. He's come to go to war with the man who's attacked him at every turn, mocking those that came before him and challenging his own Underground credentials. David Hunter is ready to put Sicko down and send him back to where he came from. He wrestles free of the restraint, taking a run to the ring. He stands and motions Sasha to leave the ring. Jerry Andrews: I think David Hunter wants his match with Sicko to happen right now! Sicko, with everyone hanging onto him from every possible angle, WALKS towards the ring. Ace Anderson: And I think Sicko is ready to oblige! Jerry Andrews: Well… I guess this Underground Title Match is happening right now! But I don't like the look in Sicko's eyes. This has the potential to get out of hand from the onset. Ace Anderson: I'm way ahead of you, partner. I have health insurance, but I also have pre-existing conditions that they don't want to cover. Jerry Andrews (confused): Wait, where are you going? Ace throws down his headset and begins to reason with Jerry to do the same for his own well being. His colleague is reluctant at first, that is until he sees Sicko dumping warm bodies into the crowd in an effort to get at David Hunter. One static thud later and both commentators are no longer stationed at the table. Just as they turn a corner, Hunter takes flight into Sicko with an over the top suicide plancha! Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship Underground Rules Match David Hunter (PCW Underground 👑) vs Sicko Referee: Joseph Buckland Sicko catches him, but the remaining officials, what few there are, are enough to trip him up into a tumble. David pounds away on Sicko's face like it were a steak being tenderized. Sicko uses his massive hands to throw the champion off, but he remains in the defensive as his head is smashed against the barricade with a running knee. The officials are ordered to "get the hell away from us" by Hunter as he stomps a mudhole in the keg that is Sicko's gut. The clown grabs the right limb, ready to break it under his vice grip, but Hunter starts putting knee strikes to his head from the left in an effort to break that up. Sicko relinquishes as the punishment is finally registered in his head enough to actually cover up. Hunter takes a quick jaunt to ringside for a look under the ring. It doesn't matter what is under there, he's pulling it out. Sicko is beginning to realize where he's at, stirring, staring a hole at his enemy. Hunter has peeled back the protective mats to expose the cold, unforgiving concrete that laid underneath them. He takes possession of kendo stick before treading carefully back to Sicko. Sicko is gripping the top of the barricade when Hunter returns. Hunter puts so much force behind the first swing, the resonating sound of impact echoes through the entire arena. Sicko stiffens up as the crowd appropriately reacts to the shot. Hunter works his entire body with the same level of anger, but Sicko is unfazed, and for those closest to him, they come away with the impression he's enjoying it. Hunter jams him under the ribs with the splintering top. It's enough for Sicko to reach from the side, grab it, and snap it in half with the most unnerving smile. Hunter doesn't back off from the sight, nor from when Sicko moves to show him what he thinks about being hit. So Hunter does what he must. He kicks Sicko in the big top to knock his knees together. Sicko is partially hunched, allowing for David to hit a blockbuster into the crowd. Sicko's neck is violently pulled down over the barricade, slumping him onto the floor. Hunter swings his legs back over to land a dropkick to the head, further smashing Sicko against said barricade. Hunter picks up the separate portions of the kendo stick. Sicko returns the favor of jewel kicking, which brings Hunter down to his level. Sicko puts his hands over Hunter's. Muscling his arms out to the side, he forces David to swing the kendo's into his own face and neck. Hunter collapses onto his side, but still possesses the weapons. Sicko reaches over to grab them, but Hunter isn't going to give him the satisfaction. Sicko bulldozes his head into David's as a nod to JYD. Hunter rolls and is lucky to not be concussed. Sicko now has those kendo stick pieces, electing to keep one, but he breaks it further down so that it's more jagged. Hunter is yanked off his feet by one hand, but he scores with a sudden mule kick to the torso. Sicko takes a half step back, then flings Hunter into the crowd, powering him back against the inside of the barricade. Hunter is yanked up and bent at the mid-back over the top of the rail. As fans scurry away from things, Sicko lifts the jagged edged weapon and goes on a stabbing frenzy to the exposed body of David Hunter. The champion struggles under the might as welts, cuts, and blood appear on his body. Sicko places the kendo alongside David's larynx before slamming him head over heels with a folding slam into the aisle. Sicko has had enough fun with the weapon, growing bored with that. He takes Hunter by the seat of his pants and then throws him damn close the ring like he were a shot put. He allows David to begin gathering himself against the ring before he smashes into him with a charging avalanche. The air is driven out of David's lungs as his midsection is crushed against the hardest part of the ring. David finds his face being squished between the middle and bottom ropes with his neck bent at an angle. With a long reach, Sicko procures a cheese grater and uses it to turn David's forehead into human parmesan. Hunter growls in pain as his flesh bits stick to the ridges. He tries to fire his elbows back and in one instance, connects against Sicko's nose. A bloodied David Hunter is pushed into the ring. Sicko's nose is broken and pockmarked with a blue and purplish hue. He pulls the top rope down so far, that the tension could snap at any moment and be blamed on Joey Handy. Poor Joey. Sicko's keg belly pushes against the middle rope as he gets a leg over. Hunter, showing off his own brand of toughness, comes screaming from the heaven's with a running leap. His right arm guillotines around the head. His body spins clean around. The momentum creates a tornado DDT with a velocity ripping impact to the concrete floor. Sicko's head cracks without any protection provided. It's quite a nasty looking spot. The break gives David enough time to bandage his wounds with medical gauze and tape. He takes a stumble over his own feet from the punishment taken, but he's not out. The referee has wisely remained in the ring (the only place a pin can happen). He's paid to officiate, not be a sacrificial lamb, so if these two want to kill each other, he's going to stay as far away as possible. The bell had long been called for despite only one of them having been completely in the ring. Hunter introduces some harsh forearms to Sicko's equilibrium with a metal forearm guard attached. Sicko winds up back body dropping Hunter into the first three ropes as he is shaken, but not stirred. With the innate ability to absorb incredible amounts of pain, Sicko is able to recover like he's still fresh. He turns just in time to take a full force superman punch with a metal gauntlet. Sicko is rocked back into the ringpost. Hunter is ready to seize the moment, backing up for what should be a spear. Sicko sidesteps the charge, giving himself the opportunity to push Hunter forward head first into the steel. Sicko grips the arms of the smaller foe, using them to once again pull Hunter into the post. He targets the right arm, using it to wrap around the post with violent rage over and over until it becomes a detriment to David Hunter. He keeps it close to his body as Sicko sends him flying into the ring steps with such authority that the steps fly off rather than topple. Expletives spew from David's mouth as he pounds the mat with his left fist. Delicious ice cream and reassembled steps later has Hunter's targeted right arm lodged between them and the post. Sicko savagely sandwiches all of that together with Hunter screaming at the top of his lungs. Sicko watches David's agony, but is engaged in a conversation with someone that's not there. Fans are creeped out by the visual and some are doing their best 'bad lip reading' for a future youtube post. Hunter, finally freed, slips under the ring. That makes the behemoth angry. Sicko goes all around the ring, looking for Hunter, but finding nothing but darkness and ring assembly. That's when the skirt apron is torn off from all four sides. Sicko drops to his hands and knees on the side facing an empty commentary table. He's suddenly clouded by the burst of fire extinguisher powder, temporarily blinding him. Hunter slides himself out on his left side with teeth gritting determination, garnering a wave of cheers and respect. Sicko swings at air as he tries to get his eyes open from their blinds. One such swing finds his knuckles fracturing on the right from punching the tank so hard. It dents it, but at a cost. Sicko's broken nose is bopped with a jab from the underside, depositing him over the table with a bent. Hunter hits him with all he has with his lone good arm. Hunter sets the extinguisher on top of the announce table and then puts Sicko face first into it and through the table itself with HUNTER SUITE. He collapses onto his back following this, but he has Sicko down and not getting up nearly as fast as he normally would. David digs down, digs deep, slithering his way to his feet. He slowly goes to retrieve HIS Underground title, returning to use the leather as a whip. Sicko's skin begins to get redder and redder, lacerating with each stinging shot. David finds a moment to trash talk as he folds the belt up. Sicko stands upright and sends his already broken hand further into oblivion by deflecting the faceplate and in the process, cracking the material. This catches David completely off as he takes a gander at his broken title belt. He turns into Sicko's left hand death gripping his throat, severing his ability to breath. Sicko picks him off his feet, walks him to the concrete, and sends him down with a massive chokeslam. The grip on the title is released. Sicko's black and blue, bloody, swollen, deviated septum comes into full focus and it's not a pretty sight. His right hand is equally puffy and just as useless as David's right arm. Hunter is wrenched up and positioned so that his body faces the aisle between the top and second rope. Sicko gleefully goes up the ring steps, taking two steps up to the ring apron. He gets a running start and one massive leg drop later, forces David Hunter to spike into the aisle. Some fans turn away from that. Sicko again goes into a conversation with an unseen guest, one that puts his sights on the damaged Underground title. He picks it up and studies the faceplate, growing angry in conversation, yet forgetting he's the reason it looks that way. That's when he turns his focus to David Hunter. The man he is holding responsible. Hunter is rag dolled and bear hugged well off his feet. He jams his thumbs into the eyes of Sicko. Then sinks his teeth into his head, opening up a fresh wound. But Sicko is undeterred. David Hunter is going to pay. David Hunter must pay. Back and forth Sicko runs and rams his spine into both sides of the barricade at full blast. He then runs him into the base of the apron. Into all four ring posts. Into both sets of steps. Then if that wasn't enough, he collapses the time keepers table with a devastating powerslam. Sicko's fury reaches his lone good hand. He pounds away at David's head and face until the color begins changing. He stops only to ask if he's done enough. Satisfied by the answer, a pummeled champion is launched back inside of the ring by his armpit. The mouth breathing Sicko kicks debris out of his way as he goes on the hunt. A boxing three punch combo drops Hunter into a corner and without much left, he oozes into a seat. Sicko stands him up, then follows him to the far side. The avalanche splash practically engulfs the smaller champion. Hunter is effortlessly lifted into the air and brought careening down into a bent knee. Unsatisfied, Sicko puts the cherry on top with a powerful sidewalk slam. He converses with himself and is coached into hooking the legs for a pin. 1. 2. 3. NO! David Hunter somehow, someway, reaches down and gets his left shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. That alone gets fans on his side. The referee gulps before informing the psycho clown that he didn't win the match. Sicko shoots him a death stare. The referee wisely gets the hell out of the ring. There's commotion from the crowd. They stand and are fixated on the emergence of...RAZOR BLADE! The BIG DOG leaps over the rail, bringing a steel chair with him before getting into the ring. Sicko looks right at him as the chair is wrapped around his head violently. Sicko initially stands his ground, but does drop to a knee! Razor Blade hits the ropes and gets nearly CUT IN HALF with a disgusting spear. This while the chair remains around his neck. Sicko removes that and tosses it flying into the aisle. He gives Razor a standing splash, putting him in position to exit the ring. He slides a pair of tables inside. Sicko brings the top rope down onto the middle, stepping leg over leg. The tables are stacked together against a corner. Razor Blade is yanked to his feet and sent to the opposite corner, where he then is splashed for his troubles. Sicko cranks his neck around before he whips Razor into the tables. Sicko comes charging for a spear. DAVID HUNTER pulls Razor out of the way, sending Sicko through him and into a dislodging thud into the ring post! Hunter shoves Razor Blade out of the ring. He wills himself to his feet. He's beyond battered. He's well in the level of pain. He may not have any memories of this match. But god dammit, he's still STANDING. Sicko backs up from the corner. Hunter dropkicks him head first into the ring post. Sicko buckles to a knee. Hunter gingerly moves as his back nearly fails him. He steps through the ropes and through it all, manages a running knee to the head, smashing Sicko further against the post. His other knee buckles and he's posited on the middle rope, but Sicko isn't down. Hunter steps down to the floor, backs up and with everything he has, delivers a vicious ODE TO FRANK that once again, crashes the cranium of Sicko into the post, putting him DOWN! Hunter collapses onto his knees and left arm, with his right still out of commission. He sits back on the heels of his feet. Reaching under the ring, David Hunter finally introduces a weapon all too familiar to him. A barbed wire baseball bat. He makes sure Sicko's fractured right hand gets worked over first, pinning barbs into the flesh. He pulls back and works the arms over. Blood rolls down his limbs. Hunter steps inside, clutching the weapon in his left hand. Sicko flips around and right as he does, Hunter slams it into his groin!! Sicko's head flails back against the middle rope. He frantically (yet carefully) pulls the weapon out from a vulnerable area. Once that's disposed, he's left open for a penalty kick to the chest. Only...Sicko catches his foot mid-air, allowing him to flip David backwards into a faceplant. Crawling over to the champion, they meet at a kneel. Hunter slugs him with everything he's got with a southpaw blast to the face. Sicko's head swivels to the side and then fixes itself back around with the most intense death stare. A toothy grin emerges between his lips. Sicko immediately targets the bandaged wounds to re-open them up. David Hunter finds himself dead lifted straight in the air for the set up of UNDER THE BIG TOP. Sicko holds him in the air. David's blood drips onto Sicko's body with some droplets entering an open mouth. He takes his time walking around each side of the ring as if to allow fans a macabre photo opportunity. One sinister laugh later and Sicko goes to complete the finisher in the center of the ring. THRILL OF THE HUNT!! David Hunter catches EVERYONE off guard with the counter. Sicko topples into a seated position as his nervous system plays catch up. He mumbles something incoherently and falls flat on his back. David drags his lone good arm over the keg belly. The referee practically jumps in from out of nowhere to begin the count. 1. 2. KICKOUT! Hunter's glassy eyes widen until life returns to show disbelief. Sicko eventually stirs. Hunter sets him up. THRILL OF THE HUNT AGAIN! He pins. 1. 2. KICKOUT!! David Hunter is stunned once more, wondering what he has to do to put Sicko away. Or if he even can. He taps into whatever reserve resilience he has. A THIRD and FOURTH Thrill of the Hunt!!!! Hunter this time hooks a leg back as far as he can extend it. 1! 2! 3---HOLY KICKOUT, BATMAN! Fans are in absolute shock. Hunter rolls onto his back with exasperation and fading adrenaline. Sicko refuses to go down. Hunter begins to stand to his feet. He staggers limply to a corner, while damn near collapsing from a cocktail of exhaustion and pain. He shifts his eyes to Sicko, who at this moment remains down. He then surveys the crowd as if they have answers. Razor Blade has long since been helped to the back for his troubles. He didn't ask for help. He didn't need the help. But at that moment, maybe he was glad it came. Hunter goes through the ropes. Up he goes to the top rope. He unfolds himself to see Sicko looking right at him! Sicko pushes himself up to the middle rope, keeping Hunter goozled in a choke. The mistake made is that it's his fractured hand. Hunter peels his middle and ring fingers off his throat and then BREAKS them. Bellowing out a roar, Sicko's attention shifts to his joints. Hunter reacts as quick as he can. THRILL OF THE HUNT part FIVE!!!!! Hunter barrels away from the scene. Sicko pendulums from side to side before coming to a complete stop. His limbs gnarled over each other, body contorted and face partially resting on the mat. David Hunter is sloooooow to get to him. It's as if that was everything he humanly had left to give. There's a twitch from Sicko as he uncoils over to his back. But that's as far as he moves. For now. Fans have rallied behind the champ, despite having no love loss for him. He drags himself by one good arm, the very arm he manages to use to secure a pin. The count comes as if it were in slow motion. 1! 2! 3!!! The bell is called for. David has pulled off what may have been thought as impossible in the face of a gargantuan challenger. "Hopes and Dreams/Save the World" by GaMetal starts blaring on the PA speakers. WINNER: DAVID HUNTER Sasha Greene is nowhere to be found to make the announcement, but David Hunter is victorious and is still the Underground Champion. As time passes and his song loops, Hunter manages to tough out a walk to the locker room with his title dangling against his body. Outside of the ring, denial has sunk in for Sicko. He's caked with blood. His nose is going to need some serious work. He's beaten, battered, wounded, hurt... But he's standing. With a death stare. With a toothy grin. With a conversation that leads to ring steps being kicked the hell out of the way.

PCW Mass Destruction 2 Sunday, March 4, 2012 Match Three 30-Minute Ironman Match "The Anarchist" Jason Willard vs. Loco Referee: Roberto Garcia Match Details: Mark Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a thirty minute IRON MAN MATCH!!!! {The crowd cheers for a little bit and then Bush’s “Radiohead” begins to play and they grow silent, as they do not know who’s coming out. But that is answered very quickly as Jason Willard comes out and on cue, the boo birds swarm him like vultures on a dead carcass.} Mark Long: Hailing from Anaheim, California....Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….”The Anarchist” JASON WILLARD!!!! {Willard makes his way through the aisle, slapping a fans hand out of his face, when the fan was showing him that he is number one in his heart with a middle finger. Jason jogs the rest of the way and slides in under the bottom rope and into a corner and just sits there, as “Radiohead” slowly fades out.} Mark Long: And his opponent…. {The crowd has seem to stuck a nerve, as the crowd is doing a “LLLLOOOOCCCCOOOO”, chant as they usually do when they are actually backing him. Willard stands up from his sitting position and is looking out to the masses, with a foul look on his face. The sound of a cops siren is now heard filling the arena, which is followed by a robotic voice.} er er er er No Surrender er er er er No Surrender er er er er {The crowd cheers as the beat for Bone Thugs~n~harmony’s “No Surrender” hits and Loco makes his way out to the stage.} Mark Long: Hailing from Oakland, California….Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds….LOCO!!!! {Loco is not wearing his traditional black silk robe nor black metal, red diamond mask. Instead he is dawning his red Cobra Commander silk mask like in the in eighties cartoon with the eye being shown. Willard takes a double look at it, as it seems that he has been placed in shock. Loco is half way down the aisle as he now made it to ringside and jumps up onto the ring apron and now enters the ring. Loco moves over to a corner as Willard is looking across the ring, not moving. Loco removes his mask and drops it down to a ring lackie as “No Surrender” slowly fades out.} Jerry Andrews: Care to explain what just happened there with these two Al, since you’re a mark for them? Al Laiman: It is simple, both men knowing that this match is the end of the line for one of them, they decided to get into each others head by coming out to the first ever theme song that they had. The only problem with that, was both men had the same idea and Loco took it a step further with his former wrestling mask when he was known as Rojo, what a nice treat if I say so myself. {Roberto tries to keep both men in separate corners, as he checks over Willard, making sure of no foreign objects are detected. Roberto has finished his inspection and makes his way over to Loco and does the same to him. Both men are clean. The feed switches to ringside and we are seeing some of the friends of the two, from past federations sitting in the second row at ringside and the front row is empty, only for a split second as Loco’s wife and kids make their way out and followed by them are four big security personnel with Willard’s wife and kids behind them. Loco’s children and Willard’s children are hugging each other as they haven’t seen their friends since the split between their father’s has happened. Willard looks upset and yells down to the security that he has seem to hire. The security pulls the kids away from each of each other and Loco is about to step out of the ring as he sees Loca and Destiny get into the grill of the security personnel’s face, since they put their hands on their broods. One security goes down as a result of a double assault by the two mothers and the other members take one look at their fallen co-worker and pick him up and they all take off and the two families are mixed up with each other. Willard is irate as his plan to keep the families separate, has failed. Willard exits the ring and starts to mouth off to his wife and the two exchange words about how she is suppose to honor and obey and her telling him that “she isn’t going to do what he wishes” and ends the argument with a slap to the face.} Jerry Andrews: The match hasn’t even started and Willard has already had the taste slapped out of his mouth. {Willard begins to twitch and then just turns and enters the ring, as Loco is laughing at what happened, as he knows demanding Destiny is a no no. Loco has his attention with his family and waves to his niece’s from the Willard clan and Jason takes this chance to charge in and dropkicks Loco into the corner and he hits his head on the post and comes backwards to his friends waiting arms. Roberto calls for the bell to start the match.} DING DING DING DING!!!! {Loco is rolled up in a school boy….one….two….three. Willard is up one fall to none.} Al Laiman: I think that has to be the fastest fall in Pure Class history. Jerry Andrews: Figures that Willard would look to gain the advantage like that. {Loco is up now shaking his head and rubbing it, as the post did a pretty good job on it. Willard stands in the middle of the ring, arms folded, smirking at what he has done. Willard brings up his right index finger and mouths to Loco “that’s one”. Loco is not pleased and now he joins Willard in the middle of the ring and now they are standing nose to nose. A collar and elbow tie up breaks out, Willard pulls out an arm drag and then Loco is up and charges in and is met with a drop down toe hold and Willard applies a waist lock from behind and then spins his body over and slaps Loco in the back of the head and springs up to his feet. Loco is up as well and is not happy that he was subjected to ham and eggers status just now. Loco locks back up with Willard in the collar and elbow, Loco comes out with a side head lock, followed by a hammer lock, Willard is dropped from there with a toe hold and then Loco swings that around into a front face lock. Willard is given the option to submit, but he has seen this move before and just stands up onto his feet and applies a waist lock and flips Loco over into a northern lights suplex, complete with bridge, he gets a one count, before Loco pushes up and both men bridge their bodies up into a standing position and now Loco switches it over and rolls through again and has Willard in a back slid and gets a one count before Willard slips the shoulder out and is now on the arena floor, kicking at the ring apron as he was just schooled much like he did his opponent just a few moments earlier. The count is being put on to Willard as he is on the outside, the referee makes it to nine, Willard ducks himself in for a second and then moves back to the outside to start the count all over. Loco is making his way outside to join Willard. Both men lock up, but Willard uses a quick thumb to the eye to gain the favor, he attempts to slam Loco’s head into the ring apron, but Loco blocks it and blinds Willard with his own thumb to the eye and slips Willard back into the ring as the count gets to eight.} Jerry Andrews: I am surprised that Loco is not trying to rip Willard’s throat out for what he has done to him. Al Laiman: And that’s why he is who he is. Loco knows how much emotion that he needs to show and is one of the best in using it as fuel to his fire. {Loco whips Willard into the ropes and attempts a back body drop, but Willard leap frogs over him and hits the ropes behind Loco and goes for a high cross body and Loco drops to the mat and rolls forward and Willard comes crashing down. Both men are up and Willard leads in with a dropkick, as Loco was going for a clothesline, but is dropped. Willard wastes no time to apply a code red on to Loco. Da Loczter is being asked if he wants to submit, but is not going to give up easily. Loco manages to scoot his body over to the ropes and now the disqualification count is being done, Willard breaks at four, Loco slides outside and the referee pushes Willard back and is now counting Locz. Loco enters the ring once again. Both men seem cautious with each other, knowing that one mistake is all that it takes for their opponent to capitalize and there will be no way out of it. Willard gives a kick to Loco and then starts to punch away, until Loco is backed into the ropes. He sends Loco across the ring and catches him with a powerslam, but Willard is up and drops a few elbows and now is stomping on the head of Loco. Willard drops down is now biting the forehead of Loco and is being counted as he does so. The break comes at four and Willard sits Loco up and applies a reverse chin lock, but Willard has his arm on the throat and the referee tells him about it and then is it applied properly. Loco is fighting it and the crowd is behind him as he manages to get up to his feet but with the referee in the front of the two, Willard pulls on the black locks of Locz and brings him down. Loco is giving the referee the business and he asks Willard whom of course denies what is being said. Loco is now down on his side, Willard raises his body up into the air and drops it down, to add a little bit more leverage and then does it again. Loco is trying to get up right and is now on all fours, forcing Willard to stand over him and now Loco is up on a knee and now is standing, the crowd is cheering and Loco is circling around, even with Willard knuckle deep in his hair. Loco isn’t going down from a hair pull and is now elbowing Willard in the midsection, after four, the hold is broken and Loco bounces off the ropes and drops Willard with a shoulder block and hits the ropes again and Willard drops down, Loco hops over him and stops and drops an elbow, he follows it up with a second one and then goes to apply Da Loczterz Stretch, but Willard feels it coming and rolls out of the ring.} Al Laiman: Willard felt he was in trouble and wisely, rolled out of the ring and is catching his thoughts. Jerry Andrews: Man, back and forth, it should have been expected though, these two know each others styles well. {Willard is back in the ring after a six count and now comes running in and Loco catches him with a dropkick to the knee, dropping Willard face first into the mat. Loco applies a half crab and then makes it a full boston crab. Willard is being asked to give it up, but he will not. Loco now applies a texas cloverleaf, Willard is now screaming in pain and Loco is done with the move and releases him and goes to the turnbuckles and climbs them. Willard rolls over onto his back, Loco takes flight, Willard with a nip up and spear, slamming Loco on the back of his head. Willard pulls him up and gives him the role of the dice and covers Loco, while hooking the near leg….one….two….three.} Al Laiman: VEGAS STAKES BY WILLARD!!!! Jerry Andrews: I don’t think he has used that move since he was wrestling under the name Vegas and it has given him a two to nothing advantage in this match. {Willard is on his knees with both fists raised in the air and then looks down at Loco and shows off the number two with his right index and middle fingers. Willard lays into Loco with some punches and then just places his body onto Loco, counting along with the referee, a two count is given when Loco brings up his legs and pulls Willard over into a crucifix….one….two….three. Willard leads two falls to one now, as the crowd is screaming with delight. Willard is up and is livid at being pinned with a cheap move. He now has his hands on Roberto and tosses him down to the mat. Roberto is up and signals for a disqualification. A wide eyed Anarchist is in shock that now the match is tied up at two, after he gained a two to nothing lead.} Jerry Andrews: Willard better be careful, they haven’t made it to the half way point to this match and disqualifications and count outs are still there. Al Laiman: I knew at some point, Willard’s temper would get the better of him, I didn’t think that it would be this quick, but Loco has that effect on people, so now that two to zero lead he worked so hard for, is now gone and we are deadlocked at two a piece. {Willard turns his attention back to Loco, who is on all fours, with the help of the ropes. Willard comes charging in and drops a double axe handle onto him, knocking Da Loc One into the middle ropes. Willard is up and is kicking Loco and landing forearm after forearm into him and now he is waiting for Loco to stand and he does, slowly, Loco turns around and is met with a savate kick, sending him over the top rope and down to the floor, Willard grabs referee Garcia and tells him to count and gets to the count of nine.} Mark Long: FIFTEEN MINTUES LEFT HAVE PASSED IN THE MATCH, FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT. COUNTOUTS AND DISQUALIFICATIONS ARE NO LONGER ABLE!!!! {Roberto stops his count, since there are no more countouts. Willard is questioning him, but he does not understand the stipulation that the two fighters agreed upon, Loco has been saved….for now. Willard kicks the bottom rope and then, he begins to twitch and a slow, wicked smile comes on his face and he slowly turns back to Roberto and starts to approach him.} Jerry Andrews: Utt Ohh. Al Laiman: Roberto, if you value your life, you better make a run for it. {Willard knows he can not be disqualified now and gives Roberto a kick and follows that up with an even flow ddt, Roberto is out. The crowd voices their disproval, as Willard hits the ropes and leaps over the ropes where Loco is now standing on the outside and is dropped with a cross body press. Willard puts the boots to Loco and now, The Anarchist, grabs a chair and is putting the steel to flesh. Loco is brought back up and sent into the ring steps and goes toppling over them. Willard pulls back the mats and is looking to piledrive Loco, but is back dropped instead. Loco is down on his knees, as he is trying to recover from the chair shots. Willard is the first to his feet and pulls out the ring apron and drapes it over Loco’s throat, trying to choke him out, right in front of his wife and kids. Willard is trash talking to Loca, telling her that she isn’t the only one that chokes on things. Willard releases the choke and pulls Loco out to the guardrails, close to where their families are and drapes a leg over the bottom of his and then rises up and stomps on it, right in front of his kids. Willard takes the time to yell at them “look at your daddy the coward now, cry your tears you little brats, cry….CRY!!!! and then laughs as they start to tear up. Destiny pushes Willard away from the kids and Willard looks at her as she tells him to get back. Willard puts his arms in the air and yells “FINE, I’LL GET BACK ALRIGHT”. Willard’s sarcasm is never said without an evil intention in mind and he climbs the steps and Loco is now getting up to his feet and using the guardrails to do so and is resting over them. Willard takes flight with a spinning leg drop onto Loco’s back, while he is on the guardrails. Loco is down and Willard is back up, Willard brings Loco up onto his feet and shoots him into the ring and now Willard is up on the apron and runs to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the top rope and comes down, landing a guillotine leg drop and is now standing over Loco posing to the crowd who boos him. Willard is making his way over to Roberto and gives him a couple of paint brushes with the bottom of his boot to get the zebra up.} Al Laiman: There goes Roberto, sleeping on the job again. Jerry Andrews: Only after Willard dropped him with an even flow ddt. {Willard makes his way over to Loco and turns around and does a standing moonsault, knees up by Loco and Willard is rolling around, grabbing his midsection. Loco is up and goes for a standing moonsault leg drop, but Willard rolls out of the ring onto the apron and pulls himself up and slingshots himself over with an elbow drop and covers Loco and gets a two count out of it. Willard is up and is egging Loco do to the same, Loco is slowly making his way up and is kicked and dropped into an even flow ddt. Willard is up again and is making his way over to the turnbuckles once again. Loco is on his back and Willard is up top, he makes his double cutthroat into making his body into a cross. Willard takes flight and lands a high elevation frog splash.} Al Laiman: FIVE STAR FINISH!!!! {Willard covers Loco….one….two….Loco gives a powerful kickout, sending Willard flying across the ring. Loco has life in his body, Willard is up and can not believe Loco has kicked out. Willard is coming in, Loco with a left hand to the midsection and then another to the face of Willard, once he doubled over. Loco is up and lands four left hand punches, each rocking Willard back to the ropes. Loco sends him into the far ropes and catches Willard on the way back and executes a beautiful Anderson like spinebuster. Loco is up on his feet and up at Willard’s head and looking down at him. Loco lefts his head up to look out into the crowd who are cheering like crazy, as they remember what comes next.} Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on Al? Al Laiman: I don’t believe I’m getting to see in person, what I have only seen on film. It is crowd participation time folks. {Loco slowly brings his right hand up and is ready to give the Catholic’s cross. He raises his hand up, the crowd yells “AH”. He brings it down and they yell “TODA”. Loco moves it to the right and the crowd yells “MADRE”. He moves it to the left and the crowd yells “O” and Loco hits the ropes and comes back and hops over Willard’s body as the crowd yells “UN”, Loco hits the ropes as the crowd yells “DIS” and Loco comes over Willard’s throat with his leg shaking in air and dropped as the crowd finishes with “MADRE”. Loco covers Willard and hooks the leg….one….two….three.} Al Laiman: Old School Loco Leg Drop has given Loco the lead three to two. Jerry Andrews: I can see why Loco was so loved back early in his career, I have never seen anything like that with the crowd ever. {Loco is up and is cheering himself along with the fans and then he stops and is holding himself up by one of the corners. His adrenaline rush seems to be over now and he is feeling the effect of it. Willard is trying to get back up onto his feet, he stumbles into the ropes and is holding himself up by them. Loco moves over to Willard and Willard moves over to Loco their standing in the middle of the ring, both men exhausted from the fight when it happens….red mist from Loco, green mist from Willard, both men with the same idea, have now blinded each other and have the ring looking like Christmas in March with the red and green mesh. Willard points around and the crowd is cheering, he points into the direction of Loco and the crowd boos. Willard knows that Loco is in that direction and comes charging in, but Loco blinded as well, moves out of the way and Willard goes slamming himself throat first into the ropes and now is choking, due to his throat getting clotheslined by the top rope. Loco is now using the crowd as he points around and when he gets to Willard, they cheer, Loco brings up his straps from his chest ware and wipes his eyes clean and comes charging in and clotheslines Willard over the top rope and down to the floor. Loco climbs up the turnbuckles from the inside and waits for Willard to stand and once he does, Loco comes flying off and hits Willard with a double axe handle. Loco is going under the ring, there is a table there, Loco sets it up and he goes back under the ring and pulls out another table. Loco undoes it and places it on top of the first table. Loco makes his way up the aisle and goes off to the side of the stage and comes out with a huge ladder, the crowd erupts with joy as they are going to get a small treat. Loco comes around with it and sets it up in front of the two tables. Loco goes to bring Willard up and is met with a low blow, Loco goes down to his knees and Willard takes this time to slam Loczterz head into the steel steps. Willard is up and brings Loco up and places him in a fireman’s carry. Willard is climbing up the ladder, with Loco on his shoulders, Willard dumps Loco on to the tables that he had set up and climbs back down and repositions the ladder. Willard is now in the ring and is eye balling the ladder.} Jerry Andrews: What is he thinking? Al Laiman: I have no idea. {Willard hits the ropes behind him and then leaps onto the top rope and jumps to the top of the ladder and uses it to jump off and land his five star finish frog splash onto Loco, through both tables, the crowd is beside itself with what they just saw, both men are down. Referee Garcia is outside, checking on both men. Willard is moving first, not too well though, he is on his knees, Loco is not moving, Willard grabs him by his hair and sits him up and now is slapping the face of Loco. Loco is slowly coming back into it and Willard decks him, Willard is up on a knee and pulls Loco up to his knees, Willard slaps Loco, Loco is slapped again. Loco is starting to wake up and slaps Willard in the face. Now a punch by Willard, followed by a punch from Loco the two exchange punches until an eye poke by Willard, which was quickly answered by a eye rake from Loco. Both men are making their way up to their feet, Willard grabs Loco by the waist and rams him backwards into the guardrail. Headbutt by Loco, turns Willard around and Loco grabs the cable from the camera and whips Willard like a dog with it. Willard runs into the ring and Loco comes in, but Willard kicks the middle rope into Loco’s and every man’s “weak spot”, before he drops, Willard pulls him out of the ropes and delivers another even flow ddt, Willard is back up and goes over to the turnbuckles and makes the climb and by passes the cutthroat scene and hits a straight five star finish and hooks both of Loco’s legs...one…two…three.} Al Laiman: With that high elevation frog splash evens out this match at three falls. Jerry Andrews: Willard has drawn the match even now, I don’t know how much more these two can take. I know in the past they put their bodies on the line to take out their opponents, but their not holding back on doing the same to get rid of each other. Mark Long: TWENTY-FIVE MINTUES HAVE PASSED, FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!!!! {Willard is up and pulls Loco up and starts to talk with him “see what you made me do, I am only doing this for you own good and now we end this”. Willard takes Loco and runs, he drapes the throat of Loco over the top rope, as he jumps over it and lands on the floor as Loco goes springing back and landing on his back. Willard quickly slides under the bottom rope and hits the ropes and struts his way over to Loco and does a little shimmy and drives the point of his elbow into the throat of Loco. Loco is brought up to his feet only to be hooked up and driven head first into the mat with a piledriver. Loco does not look like he is in good shape as Willard goes for the pin and gets a two and three quarters out of it, before Loco gets his left shoulder up. Loco rolls over to his stomach, to make sure that he cant be pinned, but that does not debtor Willard as he locks up a combination of the rings of saturn and the crippler crossface and applies a great amount of pressure.} Jerry Andrews: What is that move? Al Laiman: You idiot that is the Vegas Dreams, his submission move from his days as Vegas and this will be big if he gets the submission here. {Loco is screaming in pain, he can not get out of the vegas dreams, Willard has a very tight grip on the hold and finally the referee calls for the break as Loco as submitted and now is trailing Willard four falls to three. The camera feed switches over to the commentator’s as both look on in awe and shock. The feed switches back over into the ring as Willard is now catching his breath.} Al Laiman: I….I can’t believe it. Jerry Andrews: “The Anarchist” Jason Willard just made Loco submit for the first time in his career. Maybe Willard was right, he is going to end Loco’s career tonight. No one has even come close to doing what Willard did. {Willard brings Loco up and turns him around and lands a rude awakening and then picks him up again and delivers a short arm clothesline. Loco is down, Willard goes to the outside and makes his way over to the chair he used earlier and brings it back into the ring, Loco is up and has his wig split by the chair, Loco drops like a sack of potatoes and Willard unfolds the chair and sits it by Loco and then takes a seat and watches over him. Willard leans back in the chair and folds his arms and looks down at his imaginary watch. Willard gets up and folds the chair back up and kicks it under the bottom rope and then picks up Loco and tosses him out through the ropes. Loco is moving around, Willard is waiting to pounce from across the ring. Loco is slowly making his way up and Willard is ready to strike, Willard comes running in and Loco has the chair and slaps Willard with it as he comes diving head first out of the ring. Loco props himself against the ring and Willard is rolling around the outside and is pitched back into the ring. Willard rolls across the ring and is busted open. Loco makes his way back into the ring, Willard is scooting back to the ropes and is now up as he realized something about Loco. Loco wipes away what his thinks is sweat from his eye, but when he looks down he notices it is blood. Loco looks up at Willard who has the deer in the headlights look going for him as Loco takes another swipe and sees that it is his own blood and his whole body starts to shake.} Al Laiman: Utt ohh. Jerry Andrews: What is going on? Al Laiman: Its about to get ugly in here very quickly. {Loco’s whole body is shaking, Willard is starting to plead with Loco. Da Loczter is starting to get enraged as he just saw his own blood which causes him to slip into a trance that doesn’t stop until he feels the person that shed his blood has been finished. Loco yells out “THE MOTHER OF ALL FUCKERS” but in Spanish. Willard drops to his knees and is groveling Loco lands a left hand and brings Willard to his feet and grabs him by the multi-colored braids and runs with him over to the corner and slams Willard’s head into the top turnbuckle and then he fires Willard across the ring into the other buckles, follows him in with a running back elbow. Loco fires him back into the buckles they started in and he follows him in with a running clothesline, Willard comes out of the corner like he is okay and then drops face first to the mat. Loco picks him up and locks in a front face lock and lifts Willard into the air and holds him up in a stalling motion and then snaps his hips and drives Willard on his head with a stalling snap brainbuster, Willard is out flat on his back, the crowd is cheering. Loco is up and makes his way over to the corner, he exits the ring and climbs up to the top rope, he makes his one crossroads to greatness pose and takes flight and comes slamming down with a shooting star leg drop onto Willard. Loco covers him….one….two….three. Loco ties it at four.} Mark Long: ONE MINUTE REMAINS, ONE MINUTE!!!! Jerry Andrews: Loco tied the match and there is only a minute left. Al Laiman: We might be heading into overtime here, since they both agreed that someone has to win. {Loco is up but barely, each time that he “Locz Up” like that, it takes a lot out of him, with forty seconds left Loco lands a fisherman suplex, complete with neck bridge, but only gets a two count. Willard has kicked out and is now face down on the mat. Loco is up and stands over Willard and then crouches down and places Willard’s arms over his legs as if he was going for a camel clutch, but instead, Loco slips his hands under his arms and locks in a crouching full nelson and bends Willard back at the twenty second mark. Willard is in pain and he is expressing it, fifteen seconds left and Willard is not giving up. Mark Long starts the ten second countdown. Loco is holding the move strong.} Al Laiman: Loco has Da Loczterz Stretch locked in and the countdown is on. Jerry Andrews: But they are tied at four, so we will take some extra time and that will be brought to you by Havoc Entertainment Inc. {We’ve hit the overtime mark, Loco is growing tired of this and now has stood up slightly and moved back a little bit and dropped a knee into the back of Willard and has pulled Willard back, almost in half. Loco yells to Willard to give it up, Willard is fighting and fighting. Loco is making a torquing motion and the camera feed switches to a wide shot of the ring and referee Roberto Garcia hears the submission and quickly springs up to call for the bell, the camera shakes as a fan jumps up and hits the camera the feed switches back to a ringside camera.} DING DING DING DING!!!! Jerry Andrews: HE DID IT, LOCO WON, WILLARD IS DONE!!!! Al Laiman: The fans are going wild Loco won the match and he made “The Anarchist” Jason Willard submit for the first time in his career. Mark Long: HERE IS YOUR WINNER FIVE FALLS TO FOUR….LOCO!!!! Winner(s): Loco, five falls to four The Final Chapter Details: (Loco has dropped to his back and is resting, Willard is face down on the mat. The two men’s families have been released into the ring and then go to their fathers. Loco is sat up by his wife and hugs and kisses each of them and his wife. Destiny is having trouble with Jason and his kids move over to their Unccie Loccie and give him a hug. Loco is now up on his feet, with the help of his wife. Jason is laying there, Loco makes his way over to him and Destiny embraces with Loco and then they check over Jason. He has gotten up on his knees and seems to have a weird look in his eyes. All his daughters go to hug him, but he doesn’t embrace them. Willard stands up and is now turned around and sees Loco standing there. Loco is trying to talk to Willard and get him to shake his hand. Willard looks at Loco’s hand and then at Loco. Loco is pleading with Jason, Willard is not showing any emotion. Loco drops to his knees, Willard watches and Loco goes down face first, Loco isn’t moving. Jason sees this and does nothing but widen his eyes.) Jerry Andrews: We need some medics out here. (On cue, here comes the EMT’s, they race down the aisle and now are in the ring and telling everyone to stand back. Loco’s family is crying, the Willard’s are crying, Loco is rolled over and is slowly breathing. They bring a stretcher and start on a drip for him. Jason has seem to snap back into it and now has dropped to his knees and there are tears coming down from the eyes of The Anarchist as he realizes that his friend is down and is probably seriously injured. Loco is placed onto the stretcher and is wheeled to the backstage area. As the group moves up the ramp, every last fan in the building is on their feet paying respect to both men with an extended standing ovation.) Jerry Andrews: This could very well be the last time we see either of these guys in the ring and if that's the case, thank you Loco and Willard. Thank you for all of the memories.

PCW Mass Destruction IX Sunday March 17th, 2019 Pure Class Wrestling North American Championship Singles Match Stormm (PCW North American ©) vs Dominator Referee: Eric Russo Dominator throws a sneaky right hand before the bell even rings, but Stormm ducks under it and he waits until the big man turns around, and Stormm is able to clothesline him out of the ring! Dominator gets right back to his feet, and there's a moment of pure surprise on the big man's face, but Dom suddenly breaks into a smile and nods his head, yes, this is what he wanted. Dominator walks around the ring, coming to the foot of the ramp and he holds his arms out, motioning for Stormm to come get him, their game is only beginning. Stormm, annoyed, gets out of the ring. Jerry Andrews: Stormm may have had the early advantage, spooked Dominator a little at first with the shadows, but now Dominator is motioning for Stormm to come out there so they can fight on his terms. Ace Anderson: -Which in my opinion is a terrible mistake, Dominator is a former Underground champion, he thrives on using his elements to his advantage. Jerry Andrews: Dominator isn't a man who gets by on no game plan, that's for sure. Stormm, not intimidated by the size difference, charges up the entrance ramp and launches himself at Dominator, connecting with a punch to the face. Stormm continues his onslaught, pummelling Dominator back towards the base of the Tron. Dominator shoves Stormm away, giving him the space he needs. Stormm runs back at Dominator, but is met with a knee to the mid section, following by an overhead punch that lands against Stormm’s kidney. Stormm drops to his knees as Dominator grabs the back of his neck, immediately hoisting him back up to his feet, but Stormm suddenly gouges the eyes of Dominator. Dominator releases his hold as Stormm delivers a sharp kick to the back of Dominator’s knees. The big man goes down onto one knee. Stormm goes for an enziguri, hitting its mark right to the side of Dominator’s face. As Dominator sways, Stormm looks to hit a DDT on the ramp, but Horacio Mortimer interjects himself. Stormm, sneering at the manager, pie faces him and shoves him away, but Mortimer cowers and says he's just an advocate. Mortimer continues to plead and blubber as Stormm stands there looking at him, and then Dominator rises up like a horror movie villain. He has an angered look on his face. He shoves Mortimer out of the way, who seems stunned by this action, and gives Stormm a throat thrust uppercut. Then, Dominator points at Mortimer, telling him to get out of there. Shocked, Mortimer nods. Dominator smacks Stormm's head off the metal pipes surrounding the entrance way. Dominator lifts Stormm into the air and places him over his shoulder, striding down the entrance ramp and suddenly lifting Stormm up high and dropping him right over the ring barricade. Jerry Andrews: With all of these outside interferences getting involved and both men on the outside, it seems like a lumberjack match. As Stormm pushes himself away from the barricade, Dominator grabs him by the arm and goes to irish whip him in the direction of the steel steps. Stormm tries to stop himself, but Dominator delivers the move with such force that Stormm cannot, instead crashing shoulder first into the steel steps. He reels in pain on the ground, but Dominator is not done. He hauls Stormm back up once again and stuffs him under the bottom rope. Dominator climbs into the ring where the referee has been waiting and beckoning them for both to enter the ring since their brawl initially started, a fact which had been ignored throughout the transition. Finally, the referee signals for the bell as Stormm pulls himself back up onto his feet once more. Jerry Andrews: Somehow, some way, this match hasn't been thrown out just yet. Stormm has taken a battering, but he is not willing to give up just yet. Stormm runs at Dominator, going for another running lariat, springing up into the air so that there is full force behind his punch, but Dominator swings Stormm in a circle, driving him into the mat with a powerslam Dominator quickly smirks as he gets back up to his feet. Stormm struggles to roll onto his front and push himself back up. Dominator grabs him by the back of the neck yet again, plucking him back into the air and holding Stormm with one hand by his cheeks. He shouts some abuse into his face, but Stormm suddenly counters with a low blow. Dominator instantly lets go of Stormm, keeling over painfully. Stormm runs at the ropes, rebounding and flattening Dominator with a Million dollar knee lift. Jerry Andrews: And the big man is taken off his feet! Ace Anderson: Stormm is just jamming a stick into a beehive, it’s only a matter of time before he gets stung. Jerry Andrews: I think you mean, Stormm stirred up a hornet's nest? Ace Anderson: Did I mix metaphors again? I always miss those like a ship in the night. Jerry Andrews: ........Sigh. Stormm begins to deliver an array of ground based moves to Dominator. Stomps to the chest, elbow drops, knee drops and the like before finally kneeling down on Dominator’s torso and delivering an array of punches to Dominator’s head. Dominator claws at Stormm, trying to force him to dismount whilst swatting the punches away. Dominator finally manages to get Stormm to cease his attack by raking his eyes, a tactic deployed by Stormm not so long ago. Dominator throws Stormm off of him and quickly climbs to one knee. Stormm jogs a few steps away and comes in with a brutal driveby kick, leaving his feet and hitting Dominator with such force that Dom's head bobs around while he's falling back. Jerry Andrews: What a move by Stormm! Stormm makes the cover on Dominator... The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Dominator POWERS out of the pin, sending Stormm crashing across the ring. Stormm catches his breath as Dominator angrily gets back up to his feet. Dominator charges at Stormm, picking him up and ramming him into the corner, before unleashing a combination of shoulder thrusts to the mid section. Dominator backs away for one final blow, looking to hit The Dominant Force in the corner. He lunges at Stormm, who quickly pulls himself up onto the top turnbuckle. Dominator’s shoulder goes straight into the steel ring post. He roars in pain, trying to withdraw his now trapped shoulder from the corner. Stormm stands on the top rope, delivering a version of a dropkick to Dominator’s spine before rolling across the canvas. Stormm climbs between the ropes, grabbing Dominator’s arm and slamming it against the ring post. He bellows in pain once again as Stormm follows up with a punch to the face. Dominator is finally able to pry his shoulder out of the turnbuckle and stands back up in the center of the ring, trying to shake the pain out of his arm, rolling his shoulder back and forth to get the blood flowing again. He isn’t aware of Stormm, who has now climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, perched like a cat ready to pounce. Dominator turns, when Stormm finally makes a bold leap, looking to take down Dominator with a crossbody, but this time Dominator catches Stormm in midair before driving Stormm’s ribs into his knee with a rib breaker. Stormm yells in pain, but Dominator doesn’t release Stormm, instead he repeats the painful move twice over before lifting Stormm high above his head before putting him in a torture rack. Jerry Andrews: You know, comparatively, Pure Class Wrestling only has two or three people over 250 pounds on the roster currently. And I'm just saying, Stormm is no small man himself, but - Ace Anderson: But Dominator is slinging him around like a sack of potatoes. I see it, too. Dominator roars for Stormm to give up. Stormm refuses, even as he's being wrung in the torture rack. Finally, Stormm fights Dominator off, making him release the hold with a machine gun intense barrage of elbows to the side of the head, until the hold finally slackens. Stormm then slips off Dominator's shoulder, and he then gets over by the ropes, trying to catch his breath and holding his lower back. Dominator then blinks his eyes and shakes his head, and he sees Stormm over by the ropes and it has the effect of a matador's cape and a bull. Dominator charges at Stormm, but Stormm, knowing some things, ducks down at just the right moment. He pulls the top rope down. Dominator, over balanced, falls over the top rope to the outside again. Dominator gets to his feet again, and he angrily slaps the mat. Then, he turns around and Stormm comes in with a wrecking ball dropkick. Dominator stumbles a few feet away in the aisle. Stormm sees his moment, readies himself, gets on the apron and tries to fly off with a double axe handle into the aisle. Dominator sees it coming, though, and in mid air wraps Stormm up, giving him a modified spinebuster by catching him out of the air and slinging him back first onto the edge of the apron. Stormm yells explosively, and holds his lower back, sinking down in pain. The crowd pops with an "Oooooooh" as his back is smashed into the apron. Jerry Andrews: Good GOD, the hardest part of the ring! Ace Anderson: It's like stepping on the edge of a stair when you're going down the steps at 2 am to get some milk and kahlua out of the fridge. Jerry Andrews: ??.... It's not like that at all, Ace. Ace Anderson: With your back, I was going to say! ...I mean, that shit hurts. Dominator tosses Stormm off to the side and rolls into the ring. Dominator then rolls back out of the ring and goes back over to Stormm. Dominator raises a dazed Stormm up to his feet, and then throws his close arm over his shoulder and tosses Stormm over his back with a T-Bone suplex that leaves Stormm's body fidgeting on the concrete. Dominator lifts Stormm back up to his feet and applies a bearhug. Stormm fights to turn Dominator's head, and as Dominator taunts him Stormm shoves his fingers into Dominator's mouth and eye sockets. Dominator release the bearhug and tries to pull Stormm's hand out of his mouth, but when Dominator fails to succeed he kicks Stormm between the legs stooping him over. The ref somehow sees none of it. Stupid-ass blind ref. Dominator lifts Stormm up, putting him on his shoulders and smashing him the hard way onto the floor with an Alabama slamma. Stormm's body fidgets on the concrete. Five... Six... Seven.... Dominator rolls back into the ring and then back out again to break the count. He throws Michaels inside, and goes for a cover. The ref counts... Referee: One... Two... kickout. Dominator pulls a dazed Stormm up, walking him over and he slams Michaels's head off the turnbuckle. Dominator slaps Michaels in the chest several times with a series of chops. Dominator picks Stormm up and he sits him up on the top rope. Dominator stars to climb up, but Stormm stops him with a rake to the eyes. Stormm shoves Dominator off of the ropes with a boot. Stormm stands up on the second rope, and just as Dominator stands up, he turns away, blinking and scrubbing at his eyes, Stormm flies and he crushes Dominator with a second rope bulldog. Stormm crawls over and he drapes his arm across Dominator’s chest. Jerry Andrews: Stormm is still showing signs of life! The referee: One… Two… Kickout! Stormm is pulling himself up. He rests against the ropes. He waits for Dominator to get to his hands and knees. When he does, Stormm runs and he drives his knee into the side of Dominator’s head with a Million Dollar knee lift. Stormm pulls Dominator up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the return Stormm takes Dominator down with a back body drop. Dominator stands up, as Stormm runs to the ropes, and he takes Dominator's knee out with a chop block. Stormm grabs a hold of Dominator’s legs, and then he applies a figure four leglock. Stormm jerks back a few times, making Dominator scream in pain. The ref asks if he gives, but Dominator shakes his head emphatically. Ace Anderson: Any time you have a big man like Dominator, especially one as top heavy as he is, structurally speaking you want to weaken his base. Brings the whole bridge down. It's basic physics and engineering. Jerry Andrews: Impressive analysis, since I know you were a B minus student in both. Ace Anderson: It's things you learn by experience! I'm an earner, not a learner! ... Several seconds tick by as Stormm cinches the hold in, even pounding on Dominator's leg. Dominator flings his arms, and the referee asks if he gives up but Dom roars that he does not. Finally, Stormm releases the hold for a second. Stormm puts Dominator’s leg across the second rope. He slingshots over the ropes, and on the way down, he grabs a hold of Dominator’s leg, wrenching it on the second rope. Stormm slides right back in and he puts Dominator in an anklelock submission. Dominator reaches out to the ropes, but Stormm drags him to the middle of the ring before he can get to it. Stormm turns the move over into a half- Boston crab. Dominator screams in pain as Stormm sits back on the move. Dominator reaches for the ropes. His head sags, and the ref begins to check on him. Dominator slowly makes his way as he crawls towards the ropes. Stormm tries to pull him back in, but Dominator's hand shoots out and he grabs the bottom rope. Stormm is forced to release the hold. Stormm gets to his feet as Dominator holds his knee in pain. Stormm tries to pull him back to the center of the ring so he can reapply the hold. Dominator twists his body in such a way that he’s able to push Stormm off with his other foot. Stormm flies and he smacks the corner face first. Dominator gets up to his feet, favoring his injured knee. Stormm turns around, only to be slammed to the mat with a spinebuster. Both men are down for a second as the ref checks on them. Dominator is the first man to move, pushing himself up. Stormm also starts to stir, but Dominator is to his feet before Stormm can get up. Stormm stands up with his back to Dominator. Dominator wraps his arms around Stormm's waist and he flings him with a high angle release German suplex. Dominator stands up and he gets charged up by his adrenaline rush. Dominator pulls Stormm to his feet and he executes an Irish whip. Dominator destroys Stormm on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. He rolls over for the cover. Jerry Andrews: On one good leg! The referee: One... Two... Kickout! Dominator goes over to Stormm and picks him up for a back suplex, but as he transitions to the half nelson to perform his slam, Stormm spins around into Dominator and nails him with a standing dropkick that sends the big man through the ropes. Stormm follows afterward. Dominator staggers to his feet as Stormm begins laying punches onto Dominator's face and the ref's all "get your asses back in here before I start this count". One... Two... Three... Four... Stormm gets up off of Dominator and raises his right hand up into the air trying to get the crowd back into the match. Dominator slowly begins to sit up in a daze, and from behind Stormm runs at him, grabbing the back of Dominator's head as he flips over with an overcastle snapping Dominator's neck. Five... Six... Jerry Andrews: Stormm just rebounded in this match against Dominator, clearly showing that hes still in the fight. Ace Anderson: Yeah, and now he's bringing the fight this way. Stormm removes the monitors and loose items, throwing them all off to the side as he places Dominator on top of the table hitting him with a few punches along the way. Seven... Eight... Stormm then rolls back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Ace Anderson: Here we go again!!! Jerry Andrews: Stormm leaps from the top and... Stormm jumps off with a splash, and Dominator puts his knees up before the impact tossing Stormm off to the side onto his feet holding his ribs for only a moment, as the impact causes the table to collapse and Dominator to fall down in it's debris, and Stormm falls on top of Dominator after all is said and done. Jerry Andrews My God!!! Ace Anderson: This dude has the world's worst aim!! One... Two... Three... Four... Both men remain down and not moving. Jerry Andrews: That might have just done both of them in. Ace Anderson: When you get down through all the mind games and the title stealing, both of these men are just flat out trying to out do each other. Five... Dominator starts to move. Six... Dominator shoves Stormm off and begins crawling back to the ring as Stormm begins to move around as well. Seven... Stormm begins crawling to the ring. Dominator rolls into the ring, crawling to make added distance between him and the ropes for when Stormm enters. As a half-dead Force of Nature gets in, he eats a big boot right in the mush. Stormm drops like a stone, and Dominator rolls him over. He covers... The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout. The crowd roars as their anti-hero is still magically alive in this. Dominator can't believe it. His eyes are open wide with frustration and shock. Dominator tells the ref that Stormm is out, but The ref tells him he got the shoulder up. Dominator and the ref argue, and then Dominator spots Stormm getting up and Dominator boots him back down. Dominator lifts Stormm up, goozles (weird word, but it's the description) the throat, and goes for a onehanded chokeslam, but Stormm is able to pull his head loose, and he quickly hooks Dominator's head from the side and hits a variation of an inverted STO. He covers, then. Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood to Dominator! The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout. Stormm looks dazed, and in complete disbelief. He looks up at the referee, asking if that was three, but the ref responds with a shake of his head. Stormm curses, and he goes to pull the big man up. Suddenly Dominator breaks free and grabs him around the throat for a chokeslam again. Stormm cuts him off with his thumbs in Dominator's eyes, and he rakes Dominator's face. Dominator screams, and scrubs at his eyes. Stormm clips his knee out with a dropkick, taking Dominator down to one knee, and then Stormm grips him by the head and gives him an inverted facelock backbreaker, dropping down to his knees and driving Dominator's neck and back across his shoulder. Dominator drops to the mat, holding his spine. Stormm grits his teeth in anger and says that it's over. He walks over to Dominator's legs and, after struggling to apply the hold with Dominator's thick legs, turns him over into a Texas cloverleaf with a knee digging into Dominator's back. Dominator screams in pain. Ace Anderson: On a man Dominator's size, that's like, seven feet of agony right there! Jerry Andrews: Stormm has gone back to Dominator's leg, and is doing everything he can to punish Dom into giving up. Dominator struggles to get loose of the hold, but Stormm has all the leverage. Dominator flails his arms, trying to get the the ropes by turning himself. He can barely reach the bottom rope. Stormm shouts for him if he wants to give himself up now. He says Dominator can still save himself. The referee asks if he gives up, and Dominator shouts "NO!!" Dominator tries reaching for the ropes, and finally, after a moment, he stretches out and get the bottom rope. The ref orders the hold to be broken. Stormm immediately breaks the hold and begins furiously booting Dominator's back. He mounts Dominator in a camel clutch position with a knee in his back, and uses one free arm to pummel Dominator with wicked looking crossface forearm shots, before pulling back on the submission hold. Dominator shouts in pain, but hangs onto the ropes. The ref tells Stormm to release the hold, and Stormm hangs on past the four count, almost to a count of five, before letting go. He gets to his feet, pacing around intensely, yelling for Dominator to get up. Jerry Andrews: I think Stormm is closing in on the victory. Ace Anderson: If Stormm wins, that's, what, over 1000 cumulative days as North American Champion? I don't know, but I feel like he's going to tell us how important it is. Dominator slowly up to his feet, and Stormm drops him with a snap suplex. He lifts Dominator up, peppering his forehead with right hands, and attempts to pick up the dead weight and go for an inverted implant DDT. Dominator won't let himself be maneuvered. He stays where he is, and Stormm attempts to whip him into the corner, but Dominator plants his feet and won't budge. Dominator resists Stormm's attempt to irish whip him, and then he whips Stormm with force into the corner. Stormm hits back first, and arches his back in pain, shouting. He slumps in the corner. Dominator slowly gets to his feet and charges for a big corner splash. At the last second, Stormm moves out of the way, and Dominator hits chest first, stumbling back. Stormm uses Dominator's lack of balance to pull him over into a schoolboy pin, and he puts his feet on the middle ropes for leverage. Jerry Andrews: Damn it, Stormm is trying to steal it! Ace Anderson: Perfectly on brand, honestly. The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout! Stormm looks shocked that his tactic did not result in a W, and he snarls at the referee, saying that was some old bullshit. The referee just shrugs his shoulders, and Stormm gets to his feet, sparing a dark look and some choice words for him. Stormm paces around, trying to get the crowd fired up, and then he runs over to the turnbuckle, jumps up to the second rope, and when Dominator gets up Stormm flips off backwards, looking for a shoulder block, but Dominator sidesteps, and pushes Stormm to the mat with force. Stormm lands on his back, and rolls around, holding his back. Dominator picks him up and plants him with, well, a gutwrench slam of a particular name. Jerry Andrews: And Dominator plants Stormm with the Namesake! Dominator covers... The referee: One... Two... Three - Kickout! Dominator pulls Stormm up and carries him over his shoulder, walking him over to the turnbuckle. Dominator deadlifts Stormm up onto the top rope, seating him on the turnbuckle, then he punches Stormm in the face and hooks his legs, picking him up off the turnbuckle and setting his neck against Dominator's shoulder with his legs hooked, then Dominator drops to his knees and nails a muscle buster. Dominator drops Stormm to the mat, runs a thumb across his throat, and then pulls Stormm up and wraps him up in a bearhug, shaking him around violently. Suddenly, at this point, one of the shadow men in black that attacked Dominator at the start of the match moves from where he was planted at ringside, and gets on the apron, and the black clad shadow moves to the apron, and the shadow man grabs Dominator's foot. Dominator, looking at the shadow, hurls Stormm to the ground. A second shadow man comes, and helps Stormm roll out of the ring, as Dominator is shouting choice words at the first one. Stormm and the shadow man are out in the aisle, and the shadow man tries to hold Stormm up. Stormm is shaking the cobwebs out. Dominator shouts for them to get back in the ring. Stormm looks at Dominator and makes a "Fuck this" gesture, and he begins walking away. The referee tells Dominator to stay back, and he starts counting Stormm out. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Dominator says he's had enough. He exits the ring, and then breaks the count by rolling in and out. He then begins to follow Stormm up the ramp. Dominator catches up to them, and he decks the shadow man assisting Stormm up the ramp, then he whips Stormm around. However, Stormm boots Dominator's bad knee out, and is actually able to wrap his left arm around Dom's neck, and leans them backwards, grab a hold of Dom's tights with his free right hand, and drops him with an inverted implant DDT onto the ramp! Dominator hits on the back of his head, and isn't moving. Stormm takes a few gasping lungfuls of air, then he smiles wickedly down at the downed Dominator, and he gets to his feet quickly. Stormm then jogs back and slides in the ring. He demands to the referee that he begin counting Dominator out. Jerry Andrews: Thanks to the shenanigans with the black clad figures from earlier, Stormm was able to distract Dom on the outside! Ace Anderson: Yeah, I saw that coming, it didn't make any sense to introduce them at the beginning if it wasn't going to pay off later. The referee looks sourly at Stormm, but Stormm is innocently holding his hands up and saying he did nothing illegal, so if the ref would please count. The referee starts counting Dominator out, and Dominator has yet to move from the top of the ramp. One... Two... Three... Four... Dominator has lifted his head, and is shaking the cobwebs out... Five... Six... Dominator pushes himself up to one knee, gripping the back of his head groggily... Seven... Dominator seems to become fully aware of where he is, and how far it is. His jaw drops. Eight... Dominator sprints forward at a speed that terrifies most people, trying to bridge the distance down the ramp... Nine... Dominator reaches the apron and slides in, an arm first. Furious at his countout plan being foiled, a frenzied Stormm grits his teeth and begins pummeling Dominator as soon as Dom is under the ropes. He lays a blitzkrieg assault of punches and clubs to the back, not letting Dominator get up. He gets to his feet, shouting, red faced, screaming that Dominator isn't getting by him this time. Stormm motions and shouts for Dominator to get his ass up. Dominator slowly pulls himself up, holding his back, and Stormm tries to hook him from the side for a spinning fisherman buster, but Dominator powers out of it, pushing Stormm off to the ropes. On the return, Dominator catches him around the throat and chokeslams him quickly. Dominator sinks to the mat, too exhausted to move. Jerry Andrews: Dominator may have been too tired to put all the extra oomph into that, but he flattened Stormm! It takes an aching eternity of seconds, but a winded Dominator begins pushing himself over on one elbow, then pulls Stormm over for a cover. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THRE - Kickout! Dominator covers his face and runs his hands through his hair, distraught. What more can he do?! He looks skyward, and then, his face firming with resolve, he gets slowly to his feet, favoring one knee. Dominator locks a crossface chickenwing submission on Stormm. Stormm's eyes widen. Dominator has the hold tightly in. Stormm tries to reach for the ropes, as his free arm frantically jitters around. Stormm screams in pain. The ref asks if he gives up. Stormm shakes his head no, but he keeps trying to reach the ropes. Dominator pulls back on the hold. . Stormm tries reaching out for the bottom rope, but it's just out of reach. Stormm looks like he might tap at any moment. Jerry Andrews: Stormm's in trouble! Stormm finally begins shaking with effort, red in the face, and he manages to fling his elbow back, pounding Dominator in the side of the head. Dominator releases the hold just so, and Stormm fights him off with stomps on his foot and more furious elbows. At length, Dom releases the hold, and both men drop to their knees, gasping and trying to regain some stamina. Stormm starts getting to his feet, and when Dominator gets up, holding his head in pain, Stormm boots him and attempts to lift him up for a spinning fisherman buster. However, Dominator shifts around and uses his weight advantage to slide down, turn Stormm around, and plant him with a lifted reverse STO. Both men lay side by side, unable to move after the last hit. Jerry Andrews: Dominator just hit the Anachronism, but he is too tired to capitalize! Ace Anderson: The way both of these men have been going, it could be anybody's ball game, but Dominator just has to recover enough to get the pin. Jerry Andrews: Dominator's precious time is ticking away! Dominator finally, moving like an old man, is able to turn over and pin Stormm. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THRE - Kickout! Dominator slumps back, his body wracked by fatigue and his face covered by doubt and disbelief. He starts breathing heavily, trying to get his massive body working again, and he looks around, blankly. He finally seems to come to a plan, and a defiant look crosses his face as he looks down at Stormm. He walks over to the ropes again. He starts climbing to the top rope, working slowly due to his level of injury to his leg. But at this point, Stormm shoots forward into the ropes, shaking them so that Dominator is knocked off the top rope. Dominator falls down on the top turnbuckle crotch first. Dominator's eyes open wide in pain. He holds his groin, and doubles over, holding himself. Dominator falls off the top turnbuckle back to the mat. He's still holding himself. Stormm is resting against the ropes, trying to hold himself up. Finally, he shakes the cobwebs out and begins pulling himself up to the top rope. He climbs up top, sets himself, and waits for Dominator to start pulling himself up. Stormm flies off with a blockbuster from the top rope, taking Dominator down. Now it's Stormm's turn to lay on the mat, breathing hard, but he grits it out and turns Dom over, covering him. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE - Kickout! Stormm, his face full of shock and disbelief, stares open mouthed, he gets to his feet and grabs the referee's shirt. The ref tells him not to get too handsy or he'll eat a DQ, but Stormm is too incensed to care, he snarls and yells that this is ridiculous. Stormm shoves the referee and points a finger in his face, lecturing him. Finally, after telling the ref off to his satisfaction, he turns and sees Dominator trying to pull himself up on all fours and Stormm comes in with a wicked, mean spirited boot to the temple. Dominator falls back. Stormm mounts Dominator and begins laying into him with full on right hands to the face. The referee warns Stormm to back off. Stormm, having had enough of this official trying to tell him, gets up and snarls at the ref again, making the ref back off. Now, Stormm stalks Dom, biding his time. With Stormm behind Dominator he uses his right arm to grab Dominator's right arm and uses it to apply a modified half nelson, and starts to wrench the right shoulder. With his free left arm he places it around the front of Dominator's face and then uses his left hand to grab the forearm of Dominator's right arm that is caught in the half nelson. Stormm then locks in the hold and starts to tweak Dominator's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist, while applying pressure to Dominator's face as well. Dominator's eyes widen in pain. Jerry Andrews: He's got the Eye of the Stormm locked in!! Dominator shouts in pain, and he motions that he won't tap out. Stormm grins in triumph. Dominator looks like he can't last much longer. He reaches his free arm out to the ropes, but he comes up just short. Dominator's arm starts to fall, as if he's going unconscious. Jerry Andrews: Dominator is fading, Stormm is putting the giant down! Ace Anderson: Another victory in Stormm's landmark title reign. The ref asks Dominator if he gives up, and Dom says no, but he's losing strength with every second. Moments tick by in the hold, and Stormm shakes it back and forth, telling Dominator to give up. Finally, the ref asks Dominator if he gives up, and tries to lift the arm up and drop it. One.. twice... on the third time the referee lifts it up and lets it fall... THE ARM STAYS IN THE AIR! Dominator's eyes start blazing with life. He starts, implausibly to Stormm, pushing himself up, while Stormm shifts around, trying to keep the crossface locked in. Dominator is able to rise up to one knee with Stormm holding on to a crossface, and Dominator pulls an arm free. Stormm still, somehow tries to hang on, and Dominator, getting to his feet, roars with rage, and he falls back at top speed, smashing Stormm into the corner. Stormm releases the hold, winded, and Dominator doesn't let the surge of adrenaline spike end there, Stormm stumbles out of the corner, gasping and holding his chest and Dominator has crossed the ring and he cuts Stormm in half with a high impact Gore. The Force of Time folds Stormm in half. Jerry Andrews: DOMINATOR IS ROLLING! Dominator rests, and has to use the ropes to pull himself up. But then, he grits his teeth, holding his bad leg, and he shouts for Stormm to get up. He peels Stormm up off the mat with a hand around the throat, and lifts Stormm up for a chokeslam. Stormm drops out of it and hops to the side, kicks Dominator's leg out, and goes for a spinning fisherman buster, but Dominator simply elbows out of it, and before Stormm can react, Dominator flattens him with a second lifted reverse STO. Dominator, exhausting the last of his dying energy, turns Stormm over and hooks the leg. Jerry Andrews: Dominator has Stormm up - No, wait, Stormm has got him, he's calling for Force of Nature - NO! Anachronism!! Dominator with a second Anachronism!! The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner.... and NEWWWWWW PURE CLASS WRESTLING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... DOMINATOR!! "Losing My Religion" cover by Trivium hits on the PA, and Dominator, exhaustion written all over his face, sits up, a big smile on his lips. Horacio Mortimer can be seen coming back to the timekeepers table, retrieving the North American title belt. WINNER: DOMINATOR Jerry Andrews: Dominator has done it!! After a record-setting reign, Stormm has been dethroned! Ace Anderson: Through all of the mind games these two have played over the past few weeks, and all of the tactics Stormm tried to get ahead in this match, Dominator prevailed! Dominator is handed the North American title by Mortimer, and Dominator stands painfully, but he grips the title and holds it up, letting out a bellow to the crowd. Mortimer applauds. On the mat, Stormm is gripping his head in disbelief, as he's just coming back to consciousness. Dominator and Mortimer exit the ring. Jerry Andrews: What a battle we just saw. What a reign for Stormm, and what a victory for Dominator.

PCW Mass Destruction VII Sunday, March 19th, 2017 Match Five Singles Match Eira vs. Whitey Ford Referee: Joseph Buckland Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, she weighs in at 160 lbs... EIRA! The arena lights fade to near blackness, purple lights swirling over the crowd as fog rolls out from the stage. An eerie, wistful melody weaves its way through the assembled as a lone figure takes shape in the center of the stage, still obscured in the shadowy mist. At 0:12 of Rammstein’s "Wo Bist Du", heavy industrial bass explodes out of the PCW loudspeakers as purple sparks and violet pyros fire off along the stage, lights snapping to ful to reveal Eira! "Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich nicht Ich liebe dich nicht mehr, ich liebe dich nicht mehr," Till Lindemann’s trademark growling resonance accompanies her down the ramp, her purposeful stride in perfect time to the percussive beat. The aggressive yet oddly hopeful chords storm across the PCW Faithful, Eira interacting with the crowd freely as she goes. Approaching ringside, she takes off at a full sprint, silver and black streaking towards the ring! "Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht Wo bist du," Eira flips forward, catching herself with her hands to launch herself in a handspring somersault, landing with balletic precision on the apron! Wiping her feet, she steps between the ropes and begins to stretch out with preternatural flexibility, waiting for the match to start. Jerry Andrews: Since their mutual return in the same segment some months back, both Whitey Ford and Eira have taken very different career paths to reestablishing their names here. Ace Anderson: More specifically, these two couldn't be more different than night and day, but last time they met, there seemed to be a grudging respect between them. We'll have to see if that continues tonight. Sasha Greene: And her opponent, he weighs in at 245 lbs... "THE ASSHOLE", WHITEY FORD! The southern style guitars of "Bad Man," by Bobaflex play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope. Ace Anderson: I think the thing about this match is that, the specter of their beef with Seromine is looming in the back of their minds. Jerry Andrews: Very good point. Referee Joseph Buckland orders the bell rung. Whitey and Eira both circle the ring before going for a tie-up. The air is electric, as the crowd is split on who to cheer for, and the two of them step up face to face. They exchange some tense words. They circle each other for a second, feeling each other out. The bad blood between them is palpable, but at the start neither one wants to make the first move. Eira shoots in for a tie-up, but the heavier Whitey immediately flings Eira halfway across the ring in a display of strength. Eira rolls to a crouched position and eyes the bigger Whitey warily. She comes back towards him for another tie-up, but gets thrown to the mat with the same result. Eira shakes her head in irritation, as she gets back up to her feet. She moves towards Whitey, who smirks a little at the size differential between them. Eira sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Whitey grabs her foot and places a hand on her chest and tosses her back. Eira, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Whitey tells her to come on. Ace Anderson: There are some instances where you just have to remember Whitey likes to trade under the name "The Asshole". Eira ducks under Whitey's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Eira backs up to the ropes, but Whitey gives Eira a back drop that sends her sailing high into the air and crashing down on the mat. Eira shouts in pain and holds her lower back. Ace Anderson: Whitey just gave Eira some flying lessons! Whitey lifts her up with ease and plants Eira with a scoop slam. Eira grits her teeth and hisses in pain, as she holds her lower back. Whitey lifts Eira back up, clubbing her over the back a few times, which completely floors Eira. Whitey irish whips her to the ropes, and as she comes back off Whitey swings for a clothesline but Eira ducks under it and keeps running to the opposite ropes. She flings herself at Whitey for a Thesz press, but Whitey catches onto her in midair, holding her in a bear hug of sorts before lowering her across his knee with a Manhattan drop. Eira sits down on Whitey's knee, as Whitey pulls her into a facelock and drops her to the mat with a DDT. Whitey then rolls over on top of Eira, attempting to lock on a standing camel clutch submission. Eira reaches out quickly and scoots to the ropes before the hold can be fully applied. Joseph tells Whitey to break the hold and he does, holding his hands up innocently. Whitey lifts Eira up, and whips her into the corner. He comes in looking for a corner splash but Eira quickly slips out so that she's halfway onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope with her legs out. Whitey hits the turnbuckle and staggers backwards. He turns towards Eira, to one side, and she tilts back and brings her legs up, connecting right in his face. Whitey stumbles back, and Eira gets back into the ring. She gets a running start and then dropkicks Whitey right in the knee. Jerry Andrews: I think Eira has found her own strategy as a way to take Whitey down. Eira grabs Whitey's leg and hooks his foot under her arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Whitey grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Eira straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then she puts all her weight on it as she grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Whitey groans and tries to push her off. He reaches for her, but she moves back out of his reach. Joseph asks if Whitey gives up, but Whitey says no. Whitey swings at her, but again Eira moves her head back, as she continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, Joseph asks if Whitey will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Eira releases the hold. She gets to her feet and gives Whitey a low straight kick right to the sternum as he sits up. After she knocks Whitey down on the mat, she runs off the ropes, then hits him with a leg drop. Whitey rolls around, holding his throat. Eira pins him. 1... Kickout. Whitey gets to one knee, as Eira boots him down a little. Eira gets to her feet, giving a rising Whitey a few kicks, but on her last attempt he catches her foot. He gets to his feet, holding her leg, and then spins her around, and when she fully turns he knocks her back down with a clothesline. Whitey lifts Eira up and whips her into the corner. Eira at the last second is able to spring up to the top turnbuckle, set herself, and she attempts to fly off with a moonsault. Whitey gets up, catching her across his shoulder in mid-flight, and then he turns and plants her with a running powerslam. Whitey runs to the ropes, and he goes for a jumping elbow drop, but his opponent suddenly isn't there and he hits harder than he would've liked. Whitey rolls around, holding his elbow. Eira meets him with a running dropkick to the temple. Whitey is dazed and he rolls all the way to the ring apron. Eira paces around a little, and then she walks over, pulling Whitey up and between the ropes back into the ring. Suddenly, Whitey comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Whitey gets to his feet, limping a bit. Whitey turns Eira around and clubs her over the back. He hooks her head and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He holds on for a moment, stalling and turning her around as he holds her up in the air in a display of strength, before bringing her crashing down to the mat. Whitey plants Eira into the mat with another scoop slam. His face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at her. Whitey pulls Eira back up into a waist-lock, and begins giving her a German suplex. Eira scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Whitey clubs her across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex her, but she hangs on. Joseph tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Whitey and Joseph argue for a moment, as Eira continues holding onto the ropes. Whitey finally turns back to Eira, who slips out onto the apron and gives Whitey a kick to the midsection. Eira then grips Whitey's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Whitey goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Eira gets back in the ring and takes Whitey down with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors. Eira waits for Whitey to recover, and she attempts to give him a leg drop bulldog, but Whitey ducks his head under it and waits until her leg is perpendicular to his head and then he grip onto it, as he gets to his feet, lifting her up onto his shoulders and countering into an electric chair drop. Jerry Andrews: The action has been coming fast and furious between the two of them so far. Ace Anderson: Well, as my easy listening station on Pandora reminded me, it's only just begun. Jerry Andrews: I... would not have pegged you for a Carpenters fan. Ace Anderson: It... I was trying to smoothly segue there!! Whitey lifts Eira off the canvas and gives her a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, leaving Eira laying across his knee. Whitey then lifts Eira as he stands up, and drops her with a back suplex. Whitey walks away towards one of the corners as Eira slowly makes her way to her feet, and as Whitey circles around he nails Eira with a big boot to the face that sends her off her feet. Eira lays on the mat, dazed and not knowing where she is. Whitey lifts Eira back up and whips her off the ropes. As Eira bounces off the ropes, Whitey lifts her up onto her shoulder before dropping her with a powerslam. Whitey covers... 1... 2... Kickout. He puts her head between his legs, motioning that it's over. Whitey lifts her up, going for a powerbomb, but Eira begins pounding on his head, making Whitey stagger over towards the ropes with Eira on his shoulders. When they get to the ropes, Eira performs a sort of hurricanrana, pulling Whitey down throat first across the top rope. Whitey staggers away, holding his throat, and then he drops to his knees. Eira springs off the ropes and takes him down with a tornado DDT. Whitey is staring straight up at the lights. Eira rolls outside the ring to recuperate. Whitey follows right behind her. After a moment, Eira starts to get to her feet. She makes her way around the ring. Whitey pursues Eira around the ring. Eira comes around the corner where the announcer table is, and she jumps on the corner of the table just as Whitey comes around the corner by the ringpost. Eira jumps back with a springboard forearm knocking her back against the barricade and knocking Whitey back against the ringpost. Whitey then launches himself forward going for a clothesline, but Eira ducks and Ford gets nothing but ringpost. As Whitey backs away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder, Eira takes him down to the padded floor with a springboard leg scissors off the ring apron. Whitey rolls to the outside, and Joseph Buckland is counting them both out. Eira rolls back in the ring, staring at Whitey with intense focus. Whitey, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Eira goes for a baseball slide, but Whitey moves out of the way and lets Eira go by her. Whitey goes for a clothesline, but again Eira ducks. Whitey and Eira both rise to a standing position as Whitey wraps his arms around Eira's waist and powers her into the ring apron with force, as Eira screams. Joseph has begun counting them out again. Whitey drags a limp Eira over to the announce table and begins clearing it off. Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson scatter. Whitey scoop slams Eira onto the announce table, then he walks over and climbs onto the Spanish announce table, gets a running start and gives her a big running leg drop on top of the announce table, splattering Eira, but the table maintains it's integrity. Whitey, eyes wide, blows out a whoof of breath from all the effort expended. Ace Anderson: You spilled my macchiato! You heathens! Jerry Andrews: The action continues out here in the aisle, Whitey is close to losing the count here! Joseph is at a count of 8. Whitey quickly walks over and rolls in the ring and back out to break the count. Whitey then rolls Eira back into the ring before entering the ring himself. Eira grabs him by his arm and attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Whitey resists by planting his feet. He sends her into the far ropes with everything he has. Eira hits the ropes fast, so fast in fact that Whitey can't get to his feet completely by the time she returns, and she grabs Whitey around the neck before hitting a spinning neckbreaker on him in the middle of the ring. Eira then goes for a Lionsault, but Whitey gets his knees up and Eira hits midsection first across his upstretched knees. Whitey then pulls the dazed Eira to her feet as she locks her into an abdominal stretch. Eira groans in pain. The bigger Whitey has Eira bent into an uncomfortable position. Eira reaches out for the ropes but she can't move any closer. Finally, Eira brings her foot down and stomps on Whitey's foot. She does it again, and Whitey finally releases the hold just enough for her to drop down and bring her leg up to connect with his face in a Pele kick. Eira drops to all fours as Whitey stumbles back. Eira pulls herself up, and then she runs to the ropes and when she comes back, Whitey catches her and slams her to the canvas with a spinebuster. Whitey then grips her legs and turns her over into a Boston crab. Jerry Andrews: Look at all that weight on Eira's back as Whitey twists her body like a pretzel. Ace Anderson: Eira has been struggling to establish herself as she once was, and that didn't end so well, either. She should just give up while she's ahead. Jerry Andrews: I think you know that Eira is determined not to give up again. Eira shouts in pain and flails her arms around frantically. Whitey sits back on the hold. Joseph asks Eira if she gives up. Eira shouts "No!". Whitey increases the pressure, and she screams, then bites her hand to keep from screaming. The crowd is chanting "Eira" over and over. She tries to crawl the short distance towards the ropes, but Whitey's weight on her back won't let her budge. Eira can't help but to scream at the pressure on her back. Ace Anderson: And to think, Whitey Ford's mean streak hasn't been as pronounced since he's been sober. Jerry Andrews: Brother, if all of this was done without any sort of mean streak, I don't know what else we would be seeing. Eira finally inches forward just enough and pulls herself out, and grabs the bottom rope. Joseph tells Whitey to break the hold. Whitey aggressively holds on for just a moment. Finally, he gets to his feet. He and Joseph argue for a moment. Eira gets to her feet at about the same time, only Eira is holding her lower back. Whitey walks over toward Eira, and Eira quickly gives him a spinning back kick to the gut, then jumps up onto the middle rope before jumping up onto Whitey's shoulder and spinning him around in a circle before dropping him to the canvas with a tornado DDT. Eira rests, grimacing and holding her lower back. She slowly gets to her feet. Eira attempts to lift Whitey up, and goes for a snap suplex, but she is unable to due to Whitey's size and her weakened lower back. Whitey lifts Eira up in a hanging chokehold, but Eira quickly kicks him in the side of the head as she tries to grab him, and then as she falls Eira trips Whitey over like a drop toe hold. Eira then applies a falling leglock, contorting Whitey's knee painfully. Whitey screams, and flails her arms. Joseph asks Whitey if he gives up, but Whitey refuses. Finally, Eira releases the hold. Eira gets to her feet in a bit of pain, and then as Whitey pulls himself up he eats several kicks to the hamstring, and then to the midsection. Whitey shoves Eira away, and Eira runs off the ropes, only to be caught and spun around with a side slam. Whitey covers... 1... 2... Kickout. Whitey stalks Eira as she gets to her feet. Whitey then gives her a gutwrench shoulder backbreaker. He paces around the mat for a second before walking over to the turnbuckle. Then he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and jumps off backwards, flinging his legs out and going for a corner slingshot splash but at the last second Eira rolls out of the way. Whitey hits the mat chest first, and he starts pulling himself up on all fours, holding his chest. Then Eira quickly takes his head off with a buzzsaw kick. Eira paces around, holding her back, and Whitey once again gets to a crouched position, as Eira comes running in and gives him a low double-footed dropkick to the side of the head. Eira goes for a cover. 1... 2... Kickout. Eira waits for Whitey to get to his feet, and then doubles Whitey over with a spinning back kick to the midsection, then she runs off the ropes and hits a running variation of a double knee facebuster, dropping Whitey's face down on her knees. Eira then follows up by running to the ropes, hopping up to the second rope and springing off with a hands-free Asai moonsault, this time connecting across Whitey's chest. Eira holds on for the cover. Jerry Andrews: Unique flurry of offense by Eira! 1... 2... Kickout. Eira wraps her legs around Whitey's throat in a headscissor submission. She begins squeezing with all of her might. Whitey slowly begins looking like he's fading out as Eira increases the pressure. Joseph asks if he gives up. Whitey shakes his finger no, but he can't answer as his wind is being cut off. His face is turning bright red. Eira shouts for him to give up, and squeezes her legs tighter. Whitey continues to try and pull himself over to release some of the pressure. Eira then floats over, grabs both of Whitey's arms and twists him into a straight jacket hold. Whitey's eyes bulge as his face starts turning red. Jerry Andrews: Eira has the Purgatory submission locked in! Ace Anderson: I'm sure Whitey would be in for the requisite wailing in torment, if there was blood flowing into his head. Eira hauls back on the submission. Joseph asks Whitey if he gives up. Whitey shakes his head no, but he's starting to fade. The crowd is getting behind Whitey slowly but surely, and then he starts pulling himself up. He twists around so that he's on his knees. Eira is still straight-jacketing the arms around his throat, and she pushes a knee in his back, trying to force him back down into the full submission, but at last Whitey pulls himself up so she's hanging onto his back with the choke applied, and then Whitey flips her over his shoulder with a judo throw. Eira rests in the corner, catching her breath, and Whitey also takes a few deep gasps of air. Eira aggressively pursues Whitey in now and Eira grabs Whitey by the hair, executing a hair pull into a backbreaker over the knee that she has her knee brace on. Whitey rolls around on the mat holding his lower back because ouch. Eira scoots over into a pin with the leg hooked. 1... 2... Kickout! Eira tries going back to the Purgatory submission, but Whitey fights her off as soon as she grips the arms, not letting her grapevine them around him again. He slides back between her legs, pulling her off balance. Eira, changing tactics, backs up into the ropes, and then Whitey swings at her for a clothesline but she ducks and keeps running, going right into the corner and running up the turnbuckles until she is on the top rope, then she turns and flies off with a crossbody. However, Whitey catches her in position to give her a front powerslam, then he flings her overhead with a fallaway slam. Eira is thrown across the ring, and lands on the apron. Whitey walks back over and grips her by the head, and throws her back in the ring. Eira holds her lower back and contorts around. Whitey whips Eira into the corner and follows her in with a corner clothesline. Eira slumps limply in the corner, as Whitey backs up to the middle of the ring and charges in, then nearly cuts her in half with a corner spear. Eira stumbles out, holding her midsection, then flops down into a seated position in the corner at the bottom turnbuckle and Whitey comes charging in and gives her a running corner knee strike while she's in a seated position. Whitey then pulls a nearly lifeless Eira out and pins her. 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Jerry Andrews: I don't think Whitey even knew just how much effort he would have to put out to defeat Eira. Ace Anderson: She refuses to go down! Whitey grits his teeth and argues with Joseph, telling him it was three. Joseph assures him Eira kicked out. Whitey has an intense look on his face as he lifts Eira up. He boots her in the gut and attempts to give her a powerbomb. He lifts her up in the air. Suddenly, she reverses into a victory roll pin. Joseph count the pin. Jerry Andrews: She may have surprised the Asshole here! 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Eira slowly gets to her feet, and gives Whitey a few kicks. Eira boots Whitey in the gut and grips his head for a standing shiranui, but at the last second as she flips herself up he pulls his head loose and grips on to her, bringing her down across his knee with a harsh backbreaker. Whitey then lifts Eira up and plants her with a fireman’s carry front slam. Whitey sinks down, and covers Eira. Jerry Andrews: There it is, the Wasted Land! 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Ace Anderson: Man, Eira is really showing me something. Jerry Andrews: I know, she has shown a lot of heart in giving Whitey this test. Whitey grits his feet in frustration at Eira and he lifts her up, clubbing her over the back, which knocks her down subsequently. Then Whitey blasts Eira with the falling enziguri to the back of the head, the Hangover from Hell. Not finished yet, Whitey grips and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a crucifix, about to finish her off, but as he pulls her up, she pulls loose in midair and twists around behind Whitey, kicking him in the back of the leg and then as he drops to one knee, she runs and uses his knee as a springboard to hit a shining wizard right to the temple. Whitey drops down to the mat. Eira rests, using the ropes to hold herself up, and motions for Whitey to get up, and when he does, shaking the cobwebs out, Eira spikes him into the mat with a zigzag like maneuver. Then, Eira flops against the turnbuckle adjacent to her, gathering a few gasps of air. She climbs to the top as quick as she can and hops off with a diving double foot stomp right to the sternum! Eira drops down for a pin. Jerry Andrews: And Eira BLASTS Whitey with Fall of the Morning Star! What a match we've had so far! Ace Anderson: I think it might be over, because that stomp might have just been like when you smash a tube of toothpaste flat with a hammer and it explodes at both ends. Jerry: That is... by far the grossest analogy you've ever made. Ace Anderson: Somebody check him, as all I'm saying, he looks flat in the middle. 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Eira yells in frustration. She attempts to lift Whitey up to irish whip him again, but again, he resists and whips her into the corner. Eira hits the corner chest first. Whitey takes a moment to recover, then he charges into the corner, looking to splash Eira from behind, but Eira sees him coming out of the corner of her eye. She quickly hops up so that she is sitting on the ringpost and turnbuckle, with her legs out in the aisle, and Whitey hits the turnbuckle himself and staggers, then slumps in the corner, facing out into the middle of the ring. Then, Eira pushes her off and performs a modified split legged moonsault, but as she falls down she grips Whitey's head and drops down to the mat in a seated position with a sitout facebuster from the top rope. The crowd pops at this innovative move, and Eira hooks the leg, going for a cover. 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Eira runs off the ropes and then wrap her legs around Whitey, going for a wheelbarrow transition bulldog maneuver but Whitey grips onto her legs, lifting her up, and then planting her forcefully into the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster. Eira groans, and holds her midsection in pain. Whitey rests with an arm over the ropes. He eggs Eira to get to her feet, and then as she gets to one knee Whitey shoots in and hooks her head, then pulls her down into a desperation guillotine choke! Eira's eyes widen. Whitey pulls back on the hold, his head bobbing back and forth as he tightens his legs around the midsection. The crowd is getting behind Eira. The ref asks Eira if she gives up, but she shouts, "NO!" Whitey shouts for her to give up, but Eira refuses. Slowly, she begins to fade from the pressure on her, cutting off her air. Joseph starts to lift her arm, but she jerks it back. She motions that she isn't done yet. Whitey settles back on the hold, increasing the pressure, and Eira yells out in pain. Eira tries to crawl to the ropes, but they're just out of reach. Jerry Andrews: Whitey has the Deep Guillotine locked in. Eira is fighting with everything she has not to give up. Ace Anderson: When you're in this position, you will do anything to avoid being labelled a little baby quitter. Rocking the hold side to side as best she can over the space of the next few moments, Eira pulls herself closer to the bottom rope, stretching out as far as she can. Finally, after several more tense seconds in the hold during which brain cells are dying left and right, Whitey releases the hold, seeing that she won't give up. He attempts to pull her back into the center of the ring and apply the hold, but she slips out from between his legs and quickly grabs on to the rope. Joseph comes between them to make sure nothing happens while Eira grabs the rope. Whitey backs off, and Eira comes out of the ropes, and as Whitey swings for a clothesline, Eira ducks under it, boots him in the kneecap to knock his legs out from under him, and blasts him with a Boma-Ye style knee strike right across the face. An exhausted Eira makes the pin. 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Eira can't believe it. She tells Joseph that had to be three, but he assures her it was two. The crowd has dueling, "Let's go Whitey, Let's go Eira" chants starting up. Eira shouts for Whitey to get up, and she goes for a hurricanrana, but as she does he pulls his head from under her leg and hits her with a clothesline while she's still in mid-jump that makes her do a flip or two in the air before crashing to the mat. Whitey shakes the cobwebs out, then runs a thumb across his throat. As Eira is getting to her feet, Whitey runs off the ropes perpendicular to her and meets her from the side with a cross-connecting spear at an odd angle, taking her nearly out of her boots. Jerry Andrews: And there's the Rehab Spear. Ace Anderson: Both of these competitors have pulled from the deep well for this match. He starts to go for another pin, but then aggressively shakes his head and says he's not done. He jerks Eira up to her feet and wraps her in another waist-lock and this time succeeds in giving her a German suplex, then another, then another, giving her a series of eight German suplexes in all before releasing her with the last one, which sends her flying across the ring and landing awkwardly on her head and neck. Eira sinks down to the mat. Whitey walks over and then he gets a running start, hitting a running senton across the ribs, and he rolls her over for a cover. 1... 2... 3... Kickout. Jerry Andrews: How are they both doing this?! Ace Anderson: Both Whitey and Eira refuse to give up! Jerry Andrews: There's too much at stake for both of them to go down in this match. Whitey puts his hands over his face in disbelief and runs his hands through his hair, staring at Eira intensely. Whitey snarls, and he shakes his head, seeing that there's only one way to put her down. He makes a "That's it" motion and he paces over to the top rope. He starts calling for his diving senton. But all the damage Eira did to his leg is slowing him down, as he takes several vital seconds pulling himself up and then turning to get set to move off the top rope. By this time, Eira has sprung to life and she ascends the turnbuckle right alongside Whitey, and before either of them can fall off she rips him right off the top turnbuckle with a reverse top rope hurricanrana, dropping the unlucky bastard on the top of his head as she spills to the mat! Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD I THINK SHE KILLED WHITEY! Ace Anderson: She calls that Wreath of Barbs, but I think I'll call it a Whitey Whacker. Eira is slumped over several feet from Whitey Ford, who is turned over and staring straight up at the lights. Neither of them is able to move for precious seconds, turning into a minute. The crowd is going insane. Thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME" chants are raining down from the rafters. Joseph Buckland is making a decision whether to start counting them out before he starts, 1... 2... 3... 4... Eira is able to bring herself back to life, and she crawls agonizingly over to Whitey and drapes over him for a cover. Jerry Andrews: I think she took too long to get to the cover... does she have Whitey here? 1... 2... 3... NO! Eira, exhausted, flops face first onto the mat and slams her fist. Whitey grits his teeth and holds his neck, which sustained serious damage in the fall. Both competitors have to take some precious time to gather their bearings. The crowd is dueling, "Let's go Eira, Let's go Whitey." Jerry Andrews: Both of these competitors have put it all on the line, for the sake of nothing but pride tonight. Ace Anderson: I think it's going to come down to a war of who is willing to give it all and lose. Eira is the first to take a knee, then she gets to her feet, and as Whitey Ford pulls himself up, Eira grips him by the head and drops him with a reverse STO, floating it over into a rarely seen Koji clutch submission! Whitey can't push Eira off, as he pulls his head back with her leg and increases the pressure. Joseph asks Whitey if he gives up, and as best he can he shakes his head. The crowd is going crazy for this as Eira hangs on to the Koji clutch with all her might. Whitey tries to pull himself to the ropes, but they're in the center or the ring. He looks around him, trying to gauge where he is in the ring. Eira pulls back with her leg as the layer under that she squeezes with her arms, and she is slowly cutting off Whitey's air circulation. Whitey's face is contorted with pain, as he tries pulling himself backwards to get out of the hold. Ace Anderson: Holy crap, Eira's got that locked in tight. Jerry Andrews: It's a variation of a sleeper hold, it's basically cutting off Whitey's wind circulation and putting him to sleep. Whitey's arms starting going limp. He tries to pull himself backwards, and his leg is almost touching the rope behind him. Joseph checks his arm, but Whitey waves him off. Whitey's face is turning bright red. He slaps the mat in frustration and his head snaps up as if he's trying to stay conscious, but his head is starting to droop. Eira yells with effort as she pulls back with her arms and her leg, and tightens the hold like a noose. Whitey reaches out, and he's still trying to kick his leg back, and finally, he is able to drape it on the bottom rope. Joseph asks him again if he wants to give up, and starts checking to see if he's being put out. Whitey refuses again, but his effort is growing weaker. Eira feels Whitey go limp, and she releases the hold, celebrating... but then she notices Whitey has his foot in the ropes. Jerry Andrews: Eira may have choked Whitey into submission, but he still managed a rope break. Ace Anderson: Now he's a big lump of dead weight, I'm not sure if this benefits her or not! Eira tries lifting the lifeless body of Whitey and positioning him into the middle of the ring. Being dead weight, she is having a hard time dragging him, due to the fatigue and the pain, the toll the match has taken on her. Eira takes a few gasps of air, and pulls Whitey by his arm and his leg. She then turns her head to say something to the referee about grabbing the hair, and then when she goes back to drag Whitey again he surprises her by pulling her down into an inside cradle. Ace Anderson: I thought he might have been out cold, that guy really is an asshole, do you know that? Jerry Andrews: Inside cradle! He may have her caught! 1... 2... 3... NO! Whitey sits up, looking with a sanguine expression at the crowd and back at his opponent, as the crowd is willing them both on. He snarls and grits his teeth, getting up to his feet. He slowly paces over to the ropes, pulls himself up to sit on the top rope, and then he flies off as fast as he can get set, coming down dead center across the ribs with a Diving Senton. Eira is flattened like she had been hit by a truck. She rolls around, holding her ribs.) Ace Anderson: That move is made all the more devastating by the added weight of Whitey Ford coming down full force from the top rope. Now it's Whitey's turn to rest for several precious seconds, but he gets it together enough to scramble over and hook the leg of Eira.) 1... 2... 3 - NO! Jerry Andrews: EIRA KICKED OUT! EIRA KICKED OUT! Ace Anderson: Jesus Christo, what more can either one of these guys do, they've pulled out every trick in the book. Jerry Andrews: These two know each other so well, they've gone deep into their arsenal to put each other away. Whitey, angry now, shoots up to his feet and starts getting in the referee's face. Joseph tells Whitey that he counted fairly. Whitey is frothing at the mouth now, and he grabs the referee's shirt. Jerry Andrews: Uh oh, I think Whitey's temper is finally getting the better of him. Ace Anderson: Come on, Whitey, if there was one time in your life to please not be an asshole, it's right now. The ref and Whitey Ford have a tense exchange where the ref tells him to respect and uphold his authority or he'll be thrown out. Whitey Ford looks for a second like he's weighing the merits of decking him. But then, he thinks better of it, and turns back to spot Eira, but she is nowhere in his field of vision behind him. Whitey is sorely confused, until Eira comes from behind him out of his peripheral vision and pushes him chest first into the ropes. Whitey springs back and is pulled out of his base into an O'connor roll up, taking him by surprise. Joseph drops down for the count. 1... 2... 3!!! Ding Ding Ding! The referee immediately calls for the bell. Whitey picks himself up and he stares a hole in the referee, then at Eira, who is pulling herself up and having her hand raised. Jerry Andrews: Whitey can't believe what just happened!! Ace Anderson: Hell with that, I can't believe what just happened, Whitey let Eira get just out of his field of vision and she rolls him up?! Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... EIRA!!! Whitey stands to his feet, and he looks across at Eira. The two of them have a tense face to face, as the referee raises her hand up. Whitey looks like he might be pissed at Eira for taking advantage of a blind spot, but then he just looks irritated at himself. Eira nods in understanding, and she holds her hand out to him. Whitey looks at her with a bemused expression. Jerry Andrews: Now we'll see how much of an asshole Whitey is now, or if he can accept the reality of what happened. To Eira's surprise, Whitey takes Eira's hand and lifts it up in victory. He nods his assent to what happened. Eira grins, and nods respectfully and thankfully to the Asshole. She raises his arm in return, and the crowd is going crazy. Ace Anderson: Quite a show of respect. As the two of them start to separately leave the ring, "Wo Bist Du" by Rammstein queues up on the PA. But after a few moments of the song, he lights go dark in the arena, with Eira's theme music replaced by childlike but distorted giggling grating out of the speaker system. Jerry Andrews: Wh- What is this?! The lights are off in the arena for a good few intense moments, as figures moving on the entrance ramp can be seen in the dark. When the lights click back on, Whitey and Eira are standing together in the ring, ready for whatever's coming. But there, standing on the stage, SEROMINE and his flock of followers are standing on the stage. There's a tense stand off, as neither side makes a move, but the preacher stands there, grinning wickedly down at Eira and Whitey Ford. Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Things might get a little nasty here. Ace Anderson: This is creeping me out, Seromine and his church are just staring a hole in Eira and Whitey. Seromine holds his arms out in supplication. The tension is thick between both sides, but neither makes a move. Still, Seromine continues to stare from the stage at Whitey and Eira, who lean in close to each other and confer what they should do. Jerry Andrews: I am mildly disturbed by this turn of events, and so are Eira and Whitey. Ace Anderson: You said it, partner. Jerry Andrews: Is it wise for Seromine to piss off Whitey and Eira when his match is next? Ace Anderson: Nice segue. Seromine has his cult at the top of the ramp. I’m pretty sure it would be wiser for Ford and Eira to take a different path. A plethora of security flood the rampway, directing Seromine and his cultists to remove themselves and get ready for their match. After a few minutes of reluctant protest, the path is cleared. Eira and Ford both step out of the ring, a bit relieved that they can exit without incident.

PCW Mass Destruction IV Sunday April 6th, 2014 International Championshp Match Grimm (Champion) vs. Michael 'Mr. Showtime' Wryght Referee: Nolan Burke It IS time for our next match. And boy, is it a ringer. When you’re dreaming, you feel alive. At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song. This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there. Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits. Introducing first, from Hangtown, KY, weighing in at 217 pounds: Grimm!!! The crowd is already on their feet for this contest. And his opponent... "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Out comes an even scruffier looking Showtime. As the beat of the song kicks in, Showtime seems to pay little attention to it as he makes his way to the ring. No pomp, no circumstance ... he’s ready to get down to business. And ready he should be, for the man he squares off against this evening will be ready to do the same. ... from Brick, New Jersey, weighing in at 253 pounds: "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght!!! He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists symbolically before his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena. The referee calls for the bell and the two men stare at one another from their respective corners. Jerry: I don’t even know what to say about this match... Ace: I don’t think there’s anything that we need to say! Grimm slowly walks into the center of the ring. Suddenly, Showtime runs out of his corner and he attacks Grimm with rights and lefts. Grimm is almost taken aback by the sudden assault, but he manages to cover up after receiving several stiff shots to the face. Jerry: Woah! Grimm gets back into the corner and Michael Wryght continues to unload on him with fists. Wryght then drives his knee into Grimm’s midsection, doubling him over. Michael Wrght now grabs him by the head and he hits him with a DDT! Showtime now with an elbow drop right into Grimm’s chest. Showtime pulls Grimm up now and he backs him into the corner once again. Wryght with a stiff forearm to Grimm’s neck. And then a knee to the stomach. And then another forearm to the face. Michael Wryght now pulls Grimm out of the corner and he drops him with a shortarm clothesline. Jerry: Michael Wryght is in control of this match in the early going. Grimm rolls out of the ring now and Michael Wryght follows him. He grabs Grimm by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the barrier at ringside. Ace: Boom! Showtime grabs Grimm by the head again, but this time Grimm blocks the move by putting his arms up on the barrier. Grimm now grabs Showtime and he returns the favor, smashing Michael Wryght’s head into the barrier. Jerry: And now Grimm smashing Wryght into that barrier! Grimm now grabs Michael Wryght and he drops him down to the floor with a Russian leg sweep. Grimm takes a second to catch his breath and then slides back into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Grimm slides back outside just as Michael Wryght is getting back to his feet. Grimm charges at him now, hitting him with a running shoulder block. Jerry: Such force behind that move! Ace: There’s been a bunch of force behind just about every move in this match! I love it! Phinehas Grimm now pulls Michael Wryght up off of the floor. He slams him face-first into the ring apron and then throws him into the ring. Grimm now stands up on the ring apron as Michael Wryght attempts to pull himself back up using the ropes. Grimm reaches over the ropes and he pulls Michael Wryght up by his head. Wryght drives his shoulder into Grimm’s midsection, breaking free. Showtime now steps through the ropes and both men are standing on the apron. Showtime grabs Grimm, picks him up and hits him with a sideslam! Showtime lands on the floor and Grimm lands spine-first on the apron! Jerry: That had to hurt! Ace: Oh yeah. That apron is harder than it looks! Grimm falls off of the apron and onto the floor. Showtime pulls him up, grabs him by the head and hits him with a hangman’s neck breaker! Showtime now rolls Grimm back into the ring and he follows him inside. Jerry: Back inside the ring we go! Ace: This has been such a physical contest so far and I don’t think these two are anywhere near done yet! Michael Wryght pulls Grimm up to his feet. Grimm responds quickly by driving his elbow into Showtime’s midsection. He then gets to his feet and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat. Grimm pulls Showtime up and he sets him up but Showtime breaks free of Grimm’s grip. He throws a right hand, but Grimm blocks it. Grimm now with an arm wrench. Showtime twists and he breaks free from the hold. The two men lock up once again. Showtime goes for a suplex, but Grimm blocks it. Grimm now attempts a suplex, but this time Showtime blocks it. Showtime gets his leg behind Grimm’s and he sweeps him down to the mat. Showtime with a knee drop, but Grimm rolls out of the way. Grimm now pulls Showtime up, but Showtime hits him with a chinbreaker. Grimm staggers towards the ropes. Jerry: What action here! Ace: These two are matching each other’s intensity and each other’s moves perfectly! Showtime charges at Grimm, but Grimm ducks down and he pulls the ropes down with him, sending Showtime over the ropes and to the outside! Jerry: Woah... back to the outside again! Grimm slides under the ropes now. He pulls Showtime up and immediately slams him face-first onto the announce table. Jerry: Hey! Grimm pulls Showtime up once more. He goes to throw him into the ring stairs, but Showtime reverses it and Grimm hits the steps hard! Ace: Right into the ring stairs!!! Showtime walks over to Grimm who is slumped over the stairs. He drops his elbow right into Grimm’s back! Showtime now pulls Grimm up and he rolls him back into the ring. Showtime slides in after him. Jerry: Those stairs certainly took a lot out of Grimm. Showtime goes for a cover: 1.... 2... Ace: But not everything! Kickout! Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. Grimm breaks free and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat. Jerry: A HUUUUUGE clothesline out of NOWHERE! Showtime rolls towards the ropes. Grimm pulls him up, but Michael Wryght kicks backwards, hitting Grimm in the midsection. Showtime turns around now and he hits Grimm right in the face with a spinning European uppercut! Grimm is staggered. Showtime grabs him and throws him into the corner hard. Grimm hits the turnbuckle chest first. Showtime now grabs him by the arms and hits him with a crossed arms back drop! Jerry: Michael Wryght going for another cover! 1..... 2..... Jerry: And another kickout by Grimm!   Wryght pulls Grimm up once again. Grimm hits him with a back elbow. Grimm now DDTs Showtime down to the mat. He waits for Showtime to get back to his feet and he hits him with a missile dropkick to the chest! Showtime falls down into the corner of the ring. Grimm now pulls Showtime up and he sets him up in the corner. Grimm drives his shoulder into Showtime’s midsection. He then pick Michael Wryght up, spins around and drives him into the mat hard with a spinebuster! Jerry: What a move! Grimm with a cover now: 1... 2... Jerry: Michael Wryght kicks out! Grimm stands up. He pulls Showtime up, throws him across the ring and catches him with a wheelbarrow spinebuster! Grimm with another cover: 1.... 2.... Jerry: Another kickout! Grimm pulls Showtime up once more. And Showtime explodes with a shuffle back kick to Grimm’s chest! Showtime now runs at Grimm and he hits him with a crossbody block! Showtime with a cover: 1... 2.... Jerry: No! Ace: Wait... wait! As Showtime goes to stand up from the cover, Grimm suddenly grabs him in an arm triangle choke! Jerry: The Winding Stair! He’s got it locked in! Showtime struggles in the hold. He twists and turns his body, trying to break free, but Grimm will not let go. Jerry: Will Showtime tap? Suddenly, Showtime uses all of his force to roll over Grimm and into the ropes where the referee demands the the hold is broken. Ace: Great presence of mind by Michael Wryght to get to the ropes there and to break the hold. Jerry: It’s really the only thing he could do! The referee breaks the hold and both men remain down on the mat for a moment. Grimm is the first one back to his feet. He pulls Showtime up, but Showtime shoves him backwards. Showtime now kicks Grimm in the stomach and he drops him down to the mat with a single arm DDT. Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. He lifts him up and hits a backbreaker, then another and then a big sidewalk slam! He then grabs Grimm by the legs and locks him into an Elevated Texas Cloverleaf! Jerry: The Spotlight! Right in the middle of the ring! Is this it!? Grimm struggles in the move, obviously in pain. He tries to crawl to the ropes, but the pain is slowing him down. He slowly inches... inches... inches... and.... Ace: Oh man! Showtime pulls Grimm back into the center of the ring and the locks the hold on even tighter! Jerry: There’s no escape for Grimm. He’ll have no choice but to tap out! Grimm once again slowly starts to inch towards the ropes. He’s moving at a snail’s pace now, stopping after every move to compose himself and to deal with the pain. But he’s moving. Slowly... slowly... and... Jerry: He’s got it! He’s got the rope! Grimm has his hand on the bottom rope! The referee calls for a break. He starts to count..... one... two.... three.... four..... and Showtime breaks the hold. Jerry: The hold is broken, but the damage as been done. Ace: These two men have gone strike for strike, punch for punch, move for move and hold for hold all night! And now Showtime certainly has the upper hand! Jerry: They’ve countered moves, they’ve kicked out of devastating attacks, they’ve forced submission holds to be broken. And... Ace: Showtime back on the offensive now! Showtime starts to unload on Grimm’s lower back with a series of kicks and stomps as Grimm is down on the mat. Showtime now drops an elbow onto Grimm’s spine. He then rolls him over and covers him. Ace: One... two.... Jerry: Grimm kicks out! Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. He sets him up for a suplex. Grimm blocks it. Grimm now goes for a suplex of his own, but he can’t lift Showtime. Grimm releases his opponent and he grabs onto his own lower back. Grimm uses the ropes to support himself as he holds his lower back. Suddenly Michael Wryght grabs him from behind. He hooks Grimm’s head and arm. Then he turns to his left making Grimm stand with his head and right arm on his shoulder. He then violently drops to a seated position! Jerry: The Sweetness! And the cover! 1.... 2..... Jerry: And.... Ace: He got him! Jerry: Three! It’s over! Showtime rolls off of his opponent as the bell rings. Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW International Championnnnn .... ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght!!! Winner: Michael Wryght Showtime rises to his feet and he looks down at Grimm as his theme plays. The crowd cheers, not really because they support Showtime, but because they respect the battle that these two competitors had tonight. Jerry: A big victory here for Showtime! Ace: What a contest! We get replays of the final moments of the match as we come back to Showtime being handed the gleaming International championship. The lights of the arena reflecting off of it into his eyes, he stares at it for what seems like an eternity before taking the belt and giving Grimm a kick or two before hastily making his way from the ring, presumably to disappear into the bowels of the building.

Jerry Andrews: I"m honored to have called so many great matches over the last 15 years of Mass Destruction! There have been some true classics, like this one from 2012!

PCW Mass Destruction 2 Sunday, March 4, 2012 World Championship #1 Contender's Match Non Compos Mentis Sean Rhodes vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels Special Referee: Johnny Vivacious Match Details: In the wake of the vicious Iron Man match, it is now time for the number one contender's match between rivals Sean Rhodes and Justin Michaels. Jerry Andrews: Loco versus Willard is gonna be a hard match to follow, but if anyone can do it, it'll be these guys. Mark Long: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the number one contendership to the World Championship! The announcement riles the fans a bit. Mark Long: Introducing first...the special GUEST referee! He is the Man in Black! He is...Johnny Vivacious! "Back in Black" covered by Joe Lynn Turner starts up and out steps Mr. Network Liability...good thing we're on pay-per-view. Clad in a new striped referee shirt, he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jerry Andrews: Time for a history lesson. Six years ago, at the original Mass Destruction, Johnny V. defeated Non Compos Mentis, a.k.a. Sean Rhodes, to win his first PCW championship! It's safe to say that they're not exactly friends... Taking a cocky stroll down the ramp, JV enters the ring and awaits the competitors' entrances. The gonging of a bell begins and the fans are on their feet. Flashbulbs flicker all across the Pure Class Arena as AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" starts up. Mark Long: Coming down the aisle...from Buffalo, New York...weighing in at 255 pounds...SEAN...RHOOOOOOODES!!! The fans gift NCM a rousing ovation as he makes his way out from the back. Sliding into the ring, he glares at the Man in Black before slouching down into the corner. His music fades away and there is a brief pause before "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin starts up. The boos come immediately. Mark Long: And introducing next...from Kansas City, Kansas...weighing in at 252 pounds...Justin..."STORMM"...MICHAELS!!! On cue, Justin Michaels steps out onto the ramp with a determined smirk on his face. Stormm could give to craps what the fans think about him as he strides down to the ring. He sizes up both Rhodes and Vivacious before stepping in through the ropes. Johnny v. doesn't even bother checking either man for foreign objects before he calls for the bell to start the match. Jerry Andrews: Not wasting any time is Johnny Vivacious. This match is now underway. Caught a bit off guard, NCM and Stormm quickly begin circling one another. Johnny V. lounges in a corner and waits for his two rivals to tear into each other. After feeling each other out, both men lock up in the center of the ring. Al Laiman: There is a ton of history standing in the ring right now. You've heard of a love triangle? Well this is what you'd call a hate triangle. These guys hate each other. Rhodes, the more rugged of the two, takes a standing side headlock to start things off. Michaels attempts to wiggle free, but Sean holds firm. Eventually, Michaels slips out into a hammerlock. NCM checks him a couple times before taking him down with a drop toe hold and floating over into a headlock. Stormm struggles to break free before rolling Rhodes over onto his back. One... Rhodes rolls back to a sitting position. Stormm is back to square one as he attempts to take a hammerlock again. NCM holds tight, so Stormm rolls him over onto his back again. One... Two... Rhodes rolls back over. Stormm pounds the mat in frustration. Justin works his way up to his hands and knees, but Rhodes quickly muscles him back down to the mat. Trying to figure a way out of the hold, Stormm rolls Mentis to his back one last time...this time grabbing a handful of cloth for leverage! One... Two... Kickout! Jerry Andrews: Stormm bending the rules there a bit, and he almost pulled a fast one on Rhodes. Al Laiman: Johnny Vivacious is doing an excellent job officiating. He's quick to get in position and on top of things. To get out of the pinning predicament, NCM was forced to release the hold. Both men scramble to their feet and Stormm wastes no time kicking NCM in the gentleman vegetables! The fans voice their dislike for moneybags and either JV didn't see the low blow, or he just didn't care. Jerry Andrews: Stormm goes downstairs! NCM drops to his knees and Stormm doesn't hesitate to punish his adversary. A stiff boot to the side of the face sends Mentis to the mat. With Rhodes down, Michaels proceeds to stomp him viciously about the head and neck. Sean crawls to the corner and Michaels takes the liberty to choke him with his boot. JV administers the five-count and Stormm releases at four. Al Laiman: Classic veteran tactics by the wily Justin Michaels. He used every bit of that five-count. Stormm pulls Sean to his feet by the ears and begins laying into the Born Psycho with some ringing knife edge chops! PCW Faithful: Woo! Michaels lays in another chop, but NCM's had enough and he spins Justin back into the corner and lays in a chop of his own! PCW Faithful: WOO!!! Stormm fights back with a right hand. Mentis retaliates with a headbutt. Stormm gouges the eyeballs and NCM is temporarily blinded. Rhodes staggers out of the corner and Stormm chopblocks his leg out from under him! Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels is an assassin inside that ring! With NCM grounded again, Michaels goes to work. Closed fists are force fed to Rhodes before Michaels climbs to the second rope and connects with a lethal elbow drop. And a cover. One... Two... Kickout! Rhodes is back on his feet and Stormm Irish whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a sleeper! Rhodes flails about trying to free himself but Stormm does an excellent job keeping the Born Psycho away from the ropes. Rhodes struggles and fights, but he quickly begins to fade. He drops to one knee...then both. Finally he's in a seated position...and then laying on his side. Vivacious raises his arm to check for consciousness, but it falls... ONE! TWO! THR...no! The arm nearly collapses a third time, but a surge of energy flows through Sean's body as the fans cheer on the Born Psycho. Stormm is in disbelief as a reinvigorated Mentis fights back to his feet. An elbow to the mid-section. And another. A third and the hold is released! Mentis hits the ropes and charges with a head of steam...but Michaels is waiting and he catches NCM coming in with a textbook belly to belly suplex! Al Laiman: Such a technician is Michaels. A nice, crisp suplex. Stormm measures and drops a knee across Sean's throat before making the cover. One... Two... Kickout! Rhodes gets the shoulder up, and Michaels pulls him to his feet. Sensing the energy sapped from his opponent, Michaels moves in behind and devastates him with the Flash Flood. Michaels drops down for a cover and hooks the leg. One... Two... Thre...no! Rhodes barely gets the shoulder up, and Stormm complains to JV, accusing him of a slow count. Vivacious just grins in Justin's face. Mentis is struggling to get to his feet, and Michaels helps him up. Stormm is ready to put the finishing touches on NCM when he gots hammered out of nowhere with the Blunt Trauma! Stormm goes down and Rhodes drops on top of him for the cover. One... Two... Kickout! Jerry Andrews: That was a desperation move on NCM's part, and he nearly had him there. Both men are groggy as they struggle to their feet. Mentis pulls Stormm in for an Evenflow DDT, but Michaels ducks around behind him and pulls him in for the Hangcloud DDT! Mentis connects with an elbow and shoves his adversary into the ropes. Stormm bounces off the ropes, walks right into a boot, and gets pulled in for the Fractured Mind! Almost! Michaels gets his arms free and slugs Mentis in the gut. Then he pulls him in for the Force of Nature! And connects! Al Laiman: Force of Nature! Rhodes is out as an exhausted Justin Michaels rolls on top for the cover. Jerry Andrews: This one's over. But rather than drop down to make the count, Johnny Vivacious just stands with his arms folded across his chest. Confused, Stormm looks up and finds Vivacious with a smirk on his face. Infuriated, Stormm peels off of Rhodes and gets in his old buddy's face. There is a verbal confrontation as NCM slowly begins to stir. The fans love every minute of it. Jerry Andrews: JV is refusing to make the count! He's screwing Michaels out of a title shot! Al Laiman: Are you surprised? Michaels rears back like he's going to deck Vivacious, and the special referee calmly puts his hands behind his back and dares him to. Thinking better of it, Stormm turns his frustrations back to Mentis. But Rhodes was there waiting, and he nails Michaels with an Evenflow DDT! The fans erupt, but Mentis doesn't go for the cover. Instead, he wants to finish Stormm off. He pulls him back to his feet and drives his head into the canvas with the Fractured Mind! The Faithful are on their feet sensing victory in the air. Mentis cradles Stormm for the pin... Jerry Andrews: Again, JV is refusing to count! What is his deal?! This time, the fans boo, and they boo mercilessly. Now it's Sean's turn to get in Johnny's face. Rather than deal with another irate wrestler, JV turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell before exiting the ring. Al Laiman: What's going on? Is he disqualifying Sean Rhodes? Vivacious explains his decision to Mark Long and then casually heads to the back. Sean Rhodes and Justin Michaels, both exhuasted from the physical contest, look on in disbelief as Mark Long grabs the microphone. Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...Johnny Vivacious has ruled this match...a NO contest! The fans let out a wave of boos. Stormm and NCM are irate. Jerry Andrews: The nerve of that guy. Johnny Vivacious let his ego get in the way of his officiating. Winner(s): No Contest

PCW Mass Destruction 2 Sunday, March 4, 2012 International Championship Match Cage of Death Match Sadistic © vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little Match Details: (Indeed, the cell is dropping lower and lower from the ceiling. A double-wide black casket has already been wheeled down to the ring to be trapped inside the Cage of Death with both combatants.) Jerry Andrews: Fans, this one is going to be brutal. Disgusting, even. If you have a squeamish stomach, or there are children in the room...well, you might need to avert their attention during this one. Al Laiman: Word in the back is that some of the boys actually think somebody might actually die inside that cell... (Tyrone Little awaits outside the cell with lock and chain. He won't be needed inside the cell. His only duties will be manning the lock and calling for the bell once one of he men has been stuffed inside the casket. "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand starts up and the cheers begin. There is an aura of anxiety and excitement in the crowd as the lights go dim.) Mark Long: Introducing first...the challenger...from Hangtown, Kentucky...weighing in at 217 pounds...Phinehas...GRIMM!!! (Grimm steps out from the back, the epitome of patience, and he receives a respectable response from the fans. Slowly making his way down the ramp, he gazes up at the massive structure. Grabbing onto the links, he tests the cage with a few tugs before entering through the door. Climbing into the ring, Grimm patiently awaits the arrival of his brother.) Al Laiman: That's one scary dude right there. Mark Long: Also hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky...he is the DEFENDING...and REIGNING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...weighing 231 pounds..."THE PHENOM"...Billy Sadistic! ("Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers and the fans begin booing. The man with the belt and the mutton chops emerges from the back. Gazing at the cell - and the man standing inside the cell - it appears as if the Phenom has second thoughts about descending down the ramp. After a few seconds at the top of the stage, Sadistic heads for the ring. Sadistic takes his time getting down the ramp and pauses at the door of the cell.) Jerry Andrews: Call me a fool, but I don't think Sadistic wants to get inside the Cage of Death with Grimm. Al Laiman: You're a fool. (Reluctantly, Sadistic hands the International Championship to Tyrone Little and steps through the threshold. Referee Little closes the cell door behind Sadistic and fastens the lock and chain. The noise of his fate being sealed behind him causes the Phenom to shudder, but he presses forward. Slowly climbing into the ring, Sadistic stands across the ring from his brother. Tyrone Little calls for the bell to start the match, but the Dillinger brothers don't more. They just stare at each other.) Jerry Andrews: There it is, Al. The staredown. I love the staredown. (Sadistic slowly begins shaking his head, as if he can't believe the situation.) Jerry Andrews: I don't understand Sadistic. He was the one that betrayed his brother. He created this whole situation. (Sadistic walks to the middle of the ring, and Grimm meets him. Sadistic has some words for his younger brother, and even goes so far as to start poking him in the chest. Grimm looks down at the finger making contact with his chest and calmly shoves it out of the way. Sadistic does not appreciate this, and he responds by slapping Grimm across the face. Grimm is knocked back a step, but he immediately goes after Billy. Sadistic, thinking better of it, bails out of the ring. Grimm dives out after him. Sadistic rounds the ringsteps and runs between the edge of the ring and the cell. Grimm gives chase. Around another ringpost, and Grimm is right behind him. Rounding the last corner, Sadistic puts on the brakes just before running into the casket. His eyes grow wide and he turns just in time to see Grimm rounding the corner. Sadistic dives back into the safety of the ring...but Grimm grabs him by the ankle! Sadistic claws at the canvas!) Al Laiman: Grimm's got him! (Sadistic rolls onto his back and uses his free foot to shove Grimm off into the cell, then he scoots back into the center of the ring. Grimm has bad intentions on the brain as he climbs back into the ring...but Sadistic is right there to greet him by dropping an elbow across the back of his head! Kicks and punches follow as Sadistic drags him into the corner by the hair and goes to work on him. Billy follows a kick to the gut with another slap across the face! The fans cheer as Grimm clips his jaw with a straight right, but Sadistic drives a knee into the Crimson Demon's mid-section. Grabbing Phinehas by the hair, he screams something unintelligible into his face before whipping him across to the opposite corner. Sizing Grimm up from across the ring, Sadistic charges across the ring and connects with an absolutely crushing splash in the corner!) Jerry Andrews: Ouch! What velocity! (Sadistic bounces out of the corner from the impact and Grimm follows right out after him, completely unaffected! The fans roar as the Abomination of Desolation stalks his backpeddling prey across the ring. Sadistic is beside himself, and again he bails to the outside! The cheers turn to boos. The PCW Faithful are clearly unhappy with Sadistic's cowardly ways.) Al Laiman: I've never seen Sadistic like this. Jerry Andrews: I think he's scared. (Rather than follow him out again, Grimm leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and gazes down at his brother. Sadistic glares up at him. Eventually, Grimm hops down from the ropes. Sadistic takes his sweet time before cautiously climbing back into the ring. Grimm closes the distance, but stops in his tracks when Sadistic offers him a brotherly handshake.) Al Laiman: Ah...Sadistic wants to shake hands. Like Nacho and Kaard. Jerry Andrews: I think not... (Grimm looks from Sadistic's face to his hand...then back to his face. Phinehas smiles warmly and accepts the handshake...then nearly decapitates the Phenom with a short-arm clothesline! The fans are on their feet again and Phinehas is on him like white on rice. Pulling Sadistic up by the chops, Phinehas forces him back into the corner and unloads some Muay Thai strikes on the Sadistic One. Pulling Sadistic to the middle of the ropes, Phinehas rocks him with a headbutt before whipping him across the ring. Sadistic hooks the top rope and quickly climbs to the outside to get away from his brother. Sadistic turns and spots the casket directly below him and lets out an audible scream. And then Grimm drills him in the back with such force that Sadistic sails over the casket and smashes into the cell wall. The force ricochets him into the casket. Using the casket to pull himself up, he realizes what he has hold of and immediately takes a step back. Grimm is right there and he introduces Sadistic's face into the lid of the casket!) Jerry Andrews: Hello, Billy! Welcome to hell! (Grimm is relentless. Sadistic staggers away, but Grimm is all over him. The Crimson Demon sends him head first into the steel ringpost and Billy goes down. Grabbing, Sadistic by the hair, he pulls him to his feet. A nasty gash has been opened above Sadistic's right eyebrow and blood has started to flow down the side of his face. Eager to inflict more damage on his brother, Grimm drags him over to the side of the cell and begins raking his open wound across the chain link fence! Sadistic screams out in agony!) Al Laiman: Phinehas Grimm is one merciless son of a bitch! (Sadistic's had enough of steel ripping flesh, and he retaliates with an elbow to the stomach. The Phenom staggers away, leaving a nasty trail of blood. Grimm is hot on his trail. Sadistic's knees go weak, and he collapses by the ring apron with half of his body rolling beneath the ring.) Jerry Andrews: This isn't good. Sadistic may have passed out from loss of blood. (Grimm is relentless. Grabbing Sadistic by the pants, he pulls him from beneath the ring...and Sadistic blasts him in the face with the spray from a fire extinguisher! Blinded by the chemical mixture, Phinehas blindly feels his way towards the steel mesh. Holding the cannister like a weapon, Sadistic takes a running start and drills an unsuspecting Phinehas in the side of the head! Phinehas drops to his knees. Not satisfied, Sadistic waits for his brother to look up and then wails him across the forehead with the extinguisher! Moments later, a pool of blood has formed beneath Grimm's head.) Al Laiman: The Crimson Demon has been busted wide open!!! (Grabbing a handful of Grimm's hair, Sadistic begins dragging him towards the casket. Phinehas instinctly shoves him away and catches him with a thrust to the throat! Sadistic hangs onto the ring apron as he attempts to catch his wind. Phinehas tries to wipe the blood and chemical from his eyes and the fans are loving every second of it. Digging around under the ring, Sadistic finds a strung out electrical cord and wraps around Grimm's neck.) Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is choking the life out of his brother! (Using the cord as a noose, Sadistic pulls Grimm in and drills him with a right hand. Grimm slouches into the cell wall, but Sadistic pulls him back again for another right hand! Grimm is hurting in a bad way, but Sadistic is out for more than blood. The Phenom pulls him in for another haymaker, but Grimm blocks and spews a cloud of green mist into Sadistic's face! The fans go crazy as Sadistic releases the cord and rolls back into the ring, his eyes burning from the mist.) Jerry Andrews: Now it's Sadistic who is visually impaired! (Grimm untangles himself from the cord and goes in after his brother. Blood and green spray have matted Sadistic's chops to the side of his face. Phinehas climbs to the top rope and punishes his brother with a missile dropkick. The Abomination climbs on top of the Sadistic One, grabs a wad of hair, and begins teeing off with savage right hands! With all of the bloodshed, the Dillingers are really making a mess of the ring.) Al Laiman: I'm glad I didn't eat before the show or I'd probably lose my lunch right now. (Sadistic bucks Grimm off and crawls to the nearest corner. Both men are looking extremely fatigued. Grimm comes after him, but Sadistic strikes first with a kick to the groin! The fans begin booing.) Al Laiman: They can boo all they want, but low blows are perfectly legal in the Cage of Death. (Grimm drops to his knees and Sadistic takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into the Abomination's bloody forehead! Grimm jabs a thumb into his brother's eye and follows it up with an uppercut that snaps the Phenom's jaw shut! Sadistic falls on his rear holding his jaw. Both men slowly crawl to the middle of the ring and begin trading blows from their knees. Sadistic is back up to one knee, then standing. The Phenom is getting the better of the exchange as he rains blows down upon his brother's bloody head! With Grimm's brain rattled, Sadistic bounces off the ropes and charges...and Phinehas catches him out of nowhere with the Lament Configuration!) Jerry Andrews: Grimm hit the sleeping neckbreaker and Sadistic isn't moving! (Taking a second to regain his wits, Grimm staggers over to the side of the ring, reaches through the ropes, and props the casket lid open. Returning to his brother, he pulls him up by his hair and yards him over towards the casket. Grimm attempts to shove him through the ropes, but Sadistic sees the casket sitting wide open and he hangs onto the strands for dear life! Grimm slugs him in the gut to weaken his grip, but Sadistic lashes out with an elbow to the teeth. Grimm is spun around and when he turns back around he's met with a boot to the abdomen and is planted with the Sadistic DDT!!!) Al Laiman: He got it! He got all of it, and Grimm is out cold! (Sadistic is back to his knees, and he looks down at a motionless Grimm. Grabbing him by an arm and a leg, he drags him over to the casket and then shoves him out under the bottom rope with his boot. Grimm's limp body drops into the casket, first his legs and then the rest of his body. Taking a deep breath, Sadistic reaches out between the ropes, grabs the casket lid, and slams it shut!) Al Laiman: Yes! Jerry Andrews: NO!!! (Just as the casket lid was about to close, a bloody hand shoots up to stop its descent! Another bloody hand zips through the air and grabs Sadistic by the throat! Sadistic's tongue hangs out of his mouth and the look on his face is a look of pure fear!) Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm is very much alive!!! (Grimm climbs back out of the casket while still clamping his hand around the Phenom's throat. Climbing back into the ring, he shoves Sadistic back into the corner and slaps the taste out of Sadistic's face! The fans are on their feet as Grimm spins Sadistic around, hops up onto the second turnbuckle, locks his brother in, and spikes him with a tornado DDT out of the corner! The crowd erupts!) Jerry Andrews: Harvest! (Sadistic is out, but Grimm isn't done yet. He takes him to the corner once more and drives his head into the canvas with a second Harvest! Grimm stands over his brother and gazes down at him through bloody locks of hair. Not done yet, Grimm drags his limp body to the corner once more so that he can deliver a third Harvest!) Al Laiman: He's trying to kill him! (Sadistic is a broken heap. Grimm drags his lifeless body over to the edge of the ring and uncerimoniously deposits his brother through the ropes into the open casket. Reaching through the ropes, Grimm grabs the casket lid. Looking down into the casket, Grimm closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head before slamming the lid shut on his brother's existence.) DING! DING! DING! Jerry Andrews: He did it! Grimm has destroyed his older brother! Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW International Champion...Phinehas...GRIMM!!! ("Wintershaker" starts up and the fans are on their feet!) Winner(s): Grimm after trapping Sadistic in the casket The End? Details: (The cell begins to raise and the ring looks like a warzone. Blood is everywhere. Medics trot down to the ring, but Phinehas respectfully refuses their services. Grabbing his newly won belt, the Abomination of Desolation exits the ring. Grimm heads up the ramp to a standing ovation as the EMTs pry open the lid of the casket...) Jerry Andrews: What the hell? (The lid is flipped open, and a burst of smoke spills from the casket. Grimm stops in his tracks. The camera pans over the casket as the smoke slowly dissipates, revealing the container to be empty. And Grimm can only shake his head as he heads back through the curtains.) Jerry Andrews: Where did he go? Al Laiman: Hell?

Jerry Andrews: Mass Destruction has a long history in PCW. The very first event took place 15 years ago!

Ace Anderson: One constant between 2006 PCW and 2021 PCW? Grimm.

PCW Mass Destruction Sunday, February 5, 2006 International Championship Match LoKi {Champion} vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little Mark Long: Our next contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a thirty minute time limit and is for the PCW International Championship! (Mark Long's voice booming throughout the PCW arena, fans jump to their feet in anticipation of the upcoming match.) Mike Williams: Man oh MAN! This is gonna be a hell of a match, Andrews. This match may be the one that steals the show. Grimm vs. LoKi...BOTH of them have great momentum coming into this pay-per-view, and I have NO idea what's gonna happen here tonight. All I know, is that it's gonna be off the charts! Jerry Andrews: You're right about that, 'Man'! Grimm's cut a destructive path through each and every superstar he's had to face here in the PCW, and LoKi's been on an impressive winning streak since the beginning of the year. I'm sure tonight is gonna be the hardest fought match of BOTH their careers! And with that, let's go to Mike Long for the formal introductions! Mark Long: Introducing first...the challenger. Weighing in at 217 lbs., hailing from Greysbranch, KY...ladies and gentlemen...HE...IS...GRIMM! (Strobe lights begin to flicker in the entryway as an unfamiliar tune spills from the speakers. Some of the crowd stands up to get a better view while an almost whispering voice announces the impending arrival...) I cross the oceans I cross the seas I cross the mountains like a new disease (Suddenly, Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way, eyes focused on the stage where he plans to earn his first title, while Filter continues its serenade.) I cross the borders I cross the line Never to see the light 'Til the end of time (Grimm steps up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Richard Patrick's voice grows louder and louder until he crescendos into a scream...) I'm the scum of the earth I am a cancer I'm the scum of the earth I am a cancer I am humanity! (Phinehas steps down and waits.) Mike Williams: What an entrance! You can definitely tell that Grimm is READY for THIS match, Andrews. He's gonna STEAMROLL over LoKi! Jerry Andrews: Don't count LoKi out yet, Mike. LoKi's probably the most focused I've seen him in MONTHS! He's sure to give Grimm a run for his money. Mark Long: And now...weighing in at 240 pounds, he hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota and he IS the PCW International Champion. Ladies and gentlemen...LoKi! (The arena darkens and Slipknot's "Wait and Bleed" begins to play. Everything stays dark untill 12 seconds into the song. As soon as the song's tempo picks up, twin pillars of white pyrotechnic fire explode and burst to life as the lights return, LoKi beginning that long walk to the ring. Stopping at the middle of the ring, LoKi leaps from the arena floor onto the edge of the apron. As his feet hit the apron, four more blasts go off, one from each corner of the ring. Entering between the second and third ropes, LoKi circles the ring stopping at each turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope, and raising his fists into the air. After climbing each turnbuckle, LoKi removes his trenchcoat and throws it outside the ring.) Jerry Andrews: It is absolutely DEAFENING inside the PCW arena! These fans know that they're about to see a Match of the Year contender right here, right NOW! (The bell signaling the start of the match, both men begin to circle the ring...staring holes straight through each other. LoKi reaching in for a sign of good sportsmanship, to shake Grimm's hand before they get underway...Grimm looks down at LoKi's hand and just stares back up at him as he tilts his head softly. A few seconds pass, and Grimm finally decides to make a move, hesitantly moving his hand in and grasping LoKi's for a spilt second. The two backing off again, they begin to size each other up before descending upon the center of the ring. A collar and elbow tie-up, followed by a hammerlock by the challenger, Grimm. LoKi wincing in pain, he ducks under to Grimm's left side and reverses the hammerlock, now applying the pressure to Grimm's arm. Grimm grimacing a bit, he reaches back with his other hand and grabs LoKi's head, snapmaring him to the mat...LoKi rolling through and staring from a kneeling position at the challenger.) Jerry Andrews: A great back and forth exchange between our competitors. Mike Williams: No kidding...Grimm seems to be on the up-and-up here though. (LoKi standing again, the same exchange occurs, only in reverse this time as Grimm is the one snapmared to the mat. LoKi rushing at the downed Grimm, he nails him with a massive lariat...followed by a second lariat and then as he goes for a third, Grimm ducks as it whiffs over his head and upon turning around, LoKi is met with a huge Spear that sends LoKi scrambling to the outside to regroup.) (Not one to waste time, Grimm knows the match can only be won inside the ring as he begins to give chase to LoKi outside the ring. LoKi rolling in, Grimm makes the unfortunate mistake of following right in, resulting in several stiff boots and fists to the head and body.) Mike Williams: Grimm just made a HUGE mistake, Andrews. He let LoKi get the advantage, it's gonna be hard for Grimm to even things out again. (Backing Grimm into the corner, he grabs his wrist and whips him towards the center of the ring, but spins in mid-whip and sends him back to the same cornerpost, Grimm's back smashing into the turnbuckle with great velocity. LoKi stepping up onto the turnbuckle, he begins a crowd-fueled ten-count as he begins to rain down blows onto Grimm. But not one to allow this so easily, Grimm grabs LoKi behind the knees as he reaches the sixth punch and lifts him into the air before dropping him back-first to the mat for a bone-jarring spinebuster.) Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a spinebuster! With that one move, Grimm has evened the odds and has put himself back into the thick of things. (Grimm rising to his feet slowly, he shakes his head and rubs his jaw lightly as he grabs hold of LoKi's hair and begins to pull him to his feet. Dropping to his knees, Grimm scissors his legs around LoKi's and drops him to the mat with a sudden Drop Toe Hold, LoKi's jaw crashing with a loud slam into the canvas. Rolling over and holding his face, Grimm leans over the downed LoKi as he wraps his hands around the champion's thick neck, a vicious choke hold right in front of the referee's eyes.) Jerry Andrews: C'mon ref...count it! That's a BLATANT choke! Mike Williams: He's got 'til five, Andrews...don't get your panties in a wad! (The ref beginning the count, Grimm latches on until the referee reaches four before letting go, just barely releasing the hold in time. LoKi gagging and coughing for air, Grimm reaches down and picks LoKi up once more. LoKi looking just a bit tired, he surprises the ENTIRE crowd as he grabs Grimm's ankle and rolls him up into a very abrupt small package, managing to get a two-count before Grimm kicks out with authority.) Jerry Andrews: Two count! We almost had an end to this match, Mike! Mike Williams: Do you REALLY think that Grimm is gonna go down THAT easy? I don't think so! (Grimm furious with the sudden two-count, he races at LoKi's who's managed to pull himself to his knees. Rearing back for a punch, LoKi's beats him to it, landing one of his own. Grimm rocked, he throws a punch but is blocked as LoKi throws another...then another...and another until he has the challenger reeling. Grimm backing towards the ropes, LoKi's whips him across the ring and as Grimm comes off of the ropes, LoKi stops him in the middle of the ring and wraps his arms around the challenger. Twisting his own body towards the area behind him, he literally hurls Grimm over him in a belly-to-belly suplex that leaves the challenger in a heap on his back.) Jerry Andrews: What a thunderous Belly to Belly suplex! Grimm's really in trouble right now! Mike Williams: He's just catching his breath, Andrews! Grimm knows exactly what he's doing! (LoKi returning to his feet, he signals to the crowd as he waits for Grimm to stumble to his feet. The challenger taking a few seconds to turn around, LoKi is there waiting for him as Grimm throws a punch. The punch being ducked under, LoKi wraps his arms around the challenger's waist and hurls him backwards onto his back yet again, a huge German Suplex landed as Grimm writhes in pain on the mat. LoKi standing up quick, he signals to the crowd that the Ragnarok is upon them. The crowd popping for this, Grimm slowly begins to rise and, apparently, has heard the crowd beginning to cheer as he turns for when LoKi attempts the Ragnarok, Grimm pushes him off into the ropes. LoKi not even getting the chance to turn, his chest bounces off the ropes as Grimm nails LoKi in the back of the head with a massive headbutt that leaves LoKi falling to the mat in pain, with Grimm positioned on one knee a few feet away.) Mike Williams: LoKi went for the finish to the match too soon, Andrews and he PAID FOR IT! Now Grimm's got the chance to regroup and toy with LoKi while he catches his breath. Jerry Andrews: You may just be right about that, Mike. (Grimm staring after LoKi like a hungry cat sizes up a mouse, the challenger descends on LoKi with numerous blows to the head, leaving LoKi crawling for the ropes as Grimm stalks behind him. Taking nearly no hesitation, Grimm moves to the nearest turnbuckle and begins to climb. LoKi pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes, he stands and faces the crowd and Grimm crouches down, waiting for the exact right time. LoKi slowly turning towards the turnbuckle where Grimm is waiting patiently, Grimm springs just as LoKi sights him. However, LoKi's quick reflexes allow him to jump into the air on his OWN, a breathtaking dropkick smacking dead against Grimm's chest as he comes crashing to the mat, LoKi crumpling to the mat himself as both are laid out, prone on the mats, shoes pointing skywards as the referee begins the standard ten-count.) ONE! TWO! THREE! Jerry Andrews: This is no good for either man, Mike. Grimm won't win the belt on a count-out, and I'm sure LoKi has no intentions of winning such a highly regarded match in THIS way. Mike Williams: You never know, Andrews. LoKi may realize that he's bitten off more than he can chew in 'The Abomination of Desolation'...and he may be happy to win the match like this! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! (Just then, "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght comes darting down the aisle, with a lead pipe in hand. He gets into the ring and as LoKi is stirring, he hits him over the head with the pipe, doing the same to Grimm aswell. Referee Tyrone Little has no choice but to call for the bell.) Mark Long: This match is a draw! (The fans boo as Mikey attacks both men again, until...) Jerry Andrews: It's Pegasus! Mike Williams: What is that horse-brain doing out here?! (...Pegasus darts down the aisle with a chair in his hand, and Mikey immediately jumps out of the ring. Mikey has a smug looking grin on his face as Pegasus checks on the two fallen competitors.) Jerry Andrews: What nerve of Mikey! Mike Williams: What nerve of Pegasus! Jerry Andrews: Well, I'm now getting something in my set that says "The Captain" has seen what just happened and will address it on the next edition of Trauma! Mike Williams: Ut-oh. Jerry Andrews: Ut-oh indeed. I can only imagine the consquence Mikey is going to get. Mike Williams: Nothing too bad I hope.

PCW Mass Destruction V Sunday March 15, 2015 PCW International Championship - Triple Threat Match Nathan Saniti (International ©) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs High Tide Referee: Manny Cruz As if on cue, the Crazy One makes the first move and goes right after the champion. Shoving the magician into the corner, he buries a few shoulder tackles into his mid-section before spinning to face and approaching High Tide. There is no feeling-out process for this match; it's all Crazy Boy, all the time! Smith uses intensity and a near thirty pound weight advantage to control the match in the early stages. Crazy Boy connects with a pair of dropkicks to High Tide before clotheslining him through the ropes to the outside! Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on a mission here tonight and he's on fire right now! Tyrone catches a charging Saniti out of the corner of his eye and ducks a clothesline before connecting with a jumping heel kick. Smith instinctively goes for the cover but doesn't even get a two-count. Tyrone applies a headlock, but Saniti quickly works back up to his feet and takes Crazy Boy to the ropes. Saniti shoots Tyrone across the ring but in an amazing show of athleticism, Smith springboards off the middle rope, twists in mid-air, and connects with a beautiful frog splash cross body block! Ace Anderson: Wow! I've never seen that before. Tyrone hooks the leg as Cruz begins to count. 1... 2... High Tide drives an elbow into the back of Smith's head to break up the pin. Waiting for Crazy Boy to stand, High Tide hits the ropes and nearly folds him in half with a diving spear! Tyrone rolls to the edge of the ring clutching his ribs as the pirate turns his attention to the champion. High Tide has the magician reeling with a series of headbutts before a running, spinning hurricanrana sends Nathan through the ropes to the outside. Crazy Boy has slowly made it to his knees, but the pirate greets him with a stiff running boot to the side of the head! Pulling a dazed Smith into the center of the ring, he makes the cover. 1... 2... ...kickout! Jerry Andrews: Now remember, fans, Nathan Saniti doesn't even have to be pinned to lose his title. Tide lays a stomp into the side of Crazy Boy's head before heading to the top rope. Facing out towards the fans, High Tide attempts...and connects...with a high looping moonsault! Again, the swashbuckler tries a pin. 1... 2... ...kickout! Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is resilient! High Tide yards Smith off the mat, whips him into the ropes, and nearly snaps him in half with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Depositing Tyrone face down on the mat, High Tide locks in a crossface submission hold! Tyrone attempts to break the hold, but High Tide has him tight. Instead, Smith decides to make for the ropes. The fans begin to cheer when Nathan Saniti interjects from the top rope with a twisting, spinning moonsault that smashes both challengers! Jerry Andrews: What a move by Saniti!!! Saniti plants High Tide with a pair of snap suplexes before turning his attention to Crazy Boy. Smith is the unlucky recipient of a snap powerslam from the champion. Grabbing Tyrone's head with both hands, he begins shaking him violently! Ace Anderson: Shaken Baby Syndrome! You can almost hear Tyrone's brain rattle inside his skull! With Crazy Boy seeing stars, Saniti uses the opportunity to lock in the Cheshire Grin: a camel clutch while fish hooking each side of his mouth to resemble a smile. Again, Crazy Boy is trapped in a submission attempt. Seizing upon his own opportunity, High Tide latches an ankle lock onto Nathan Saniti pulling him off of Tyrone in the process! Now it is the magician trapped in a submission attempt! Recovering quickly, Crazy Boy maneuvers around behind the pirate and applies his patented Crazy Nerve Hold(RIP Spock!). The pain is so intense that Tide releases the ankle lock as Crazy Boy drops him to his knees. Nathan pulls himself up in the corner while trying to shake out his ankle. Jerry Andrews: What an exchange, and these fans are on their feet. Nathan charges with a running leg lariat, but Crazy Boy ducks it without releasing the hold and catches the champion under the chin with standing side kick! Tyrone spins High Tide into a single-arm DDT and drives him into the mat! Saniti is back up, but Crazy Boy hoists him onto his shoulders for the Crazy Airlines! Smith whirls the champion around with an airplane spin, but rather than execute his Samoan drop, he instead unceremoniously dumps him over the top rope! Turning to face High Tide who is still down on the mat, Crazy Boy looks to the top rope and his eyes light up. Sensing something special, the crowd begins cheering. Ace Anderson: Can he do it? Can Tyrone Smith capture the International Championship?! In a show of agility, Smith hops up onto the top rope and sizes up his prey. As Tyrone leaps into the air, flashbulbs illuminate the arena! A picture perfect 450 splash culminates with Tyrone driving his knees into High Tide's chest and the end is near!!! Jerry Andrews: He got it! Crazy Boy hooks the leg with authority as Manny Cruz slides in for the three-count! 1... 2... 3!!! The PCW Faithful erupt! But wait. Somehow, from the ring apron, Nathan Saniti was able to grab Crazy Boy's foot and pull him off of High Tide at the last possible moment! Smith can't believe it as Cruz declares that it was only a two-count. The wind has been sucked from the crowd's figurative sails. Ace Anderson: So close!!! Still fired up, Crazy Boy drills Saniti with a right hand. He goes for another, but Nathan blocks and boots Tyrone in the gut. The champion plants Crazy Boy with a sitout powerbomb and holds him for the pin, but Crazy Boy shoots the shoulder up at two! Saniti is in control...until High Tide sneaks up behind him out of nowhere with a schoolboy pin! 1... 2... Crazy Boy breaks it up with a boot to Tide's back! Crazy Boy pulls tide to his feet and lays into him with some heavy chops to back him against the ropes. Smith charges with a running clothesline, but High Tide ducks down at the last second and Tyrone's momentum carries him over the top rope to the outside! Saniti strikes in a flash and connects with the Unreality Check on High Tide in the middle of the ring and makes the cover! Ace Anderson: Unreality Check! This could do it...! 1... 2... Tyrone somehow scrambles back into the ring to make the save... 3! ...but it's too late! Manny Cruz calls for the bell as Crazy Boy was a split second too late on making the save! "The winner of this match...and STILL PCW International Champion...Nathan SANITIIIIII!!!" Jerry Andrews: That was one helluva match! It could have gone to any one of these guys. Congratulations to Nathan Saniti on a hard-fought victory. Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall @ 19:31

PCW Mass Destruction VI Thursday March 17th, 2016 International Title Championship Match Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght (International ©) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith Referee: Nigel Gale The following contest is for one fall and is for the International Championship! The crowd pops its approval. Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Biloxi, Mississippi, and weighing in at 227 pounds... Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith! 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. He 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 for his opponent to come. And now introducing the International Champion and the President of PCW, Weighing in at 253 pounds, "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght! "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and wipes off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are locked making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, as the lights return to normal. Ace: I wonder if Crazy Boy would still have a job is he actually wins? Jerry: You don't think Wryght would fire someone for winning against him, do you? Ace: Ever heard the term, "At-will employee?" The ref calls for the bell. Wryght and Smith circle each other to size the other up. The lock up in the center, Showtime using his slight weight advantage to shove Cray Boy to the corner. Nigel Gale calls for a break, starting a count. Wryght backs away long enough to get the zebra to quit his braying and deliver some chops to the chest of the Crazy One. Finally, Wryght slings Smith to the opposite turnbuckle with authority. He follows Tyrone in, but the high-flyer scampers up and over the ropes to avoid impact. To add to the momentum, Crazy Boy pulls Showtime's head down into the top turnbuckle. As Showtime's head snaps back from the blow, the quick acting Crazy Boy shimmies back into the ring, hitting Michael with a neck breaker. The overzealous Smith goes for an early cover, but barely gets a one count. He yanks the champ to his feet, burying a knee into the Golden Child's midsection, doubling him over. Rushing the ropes, CB springs back for a scissor kick, but Showtime ducks out of the way. Wryght chop blocks the leg with all the weight on it in a single, fluid motion, driving Smith to meet the mat. Michael wastes no time in grabbing the leg, contorting it, attempting to ground the high flyer. He wrenches in the torture as Gale checks CB for a submission. No dice. Wryght slams the knee into the mat a couple of times before locking in a figure four leg lock. The ref checks CB again, but the Crazy One isn't giving up. He struggles through the agony, scooting himself back enough to be able to reach the rope for the break. Showtime keeps the hold in place for as long as he can before breaking away. Jerry: Showtime has the right idea. Keep Crazy Boy on the floor. Ace: He's one of the best technical wrestlers we have for a reason. Jerry: Suck up. Ace: What? I like my paycheck, thank you. Wryght pulls CB out of the corner, greeting him with a short-arm clothesline. Grabbing a fistful of golden locks, Showtime whips Crazy Boy to the ropes, attempting another clothesline off the rebound, but CB ducks under the first attempt. A second go at it is met with the same results. Tyrone bounces off the third time, delivering a pair of boots to Michael's well insured face. As Showtime reels backwards, CB rushes him with a cross body block that send both men spilling out onto the floor. The pair lie there pondering the rafters as the ref begins to count them both out. 1! 2! CB is the first to get up, snatching Showtime by the scalp and introducing him to the ring post. 3! Smith rolls inside to shake the pain out of his leg as he lay in wait for Wryght to get back into the ring. He stalks Michael as he shakes the clouds from his head. Showtime climbs up on the ring apron as CB charges, but drops the Crazy One throat first across the top rope for his efforts. Wryght slinks back into the ring, giving Tyrone several boots to the back of the head in a fit of rage. Once he gets his temper back under control, he pulls up the nearly unconscious CB, sending him into a corner. Showtime charges in, smashing CB with a spinning European uppercut. Wryght attempts to send CB to the opposite corner, but Smith reverses it, following closely with a jumping leg lariat. As Showtime begins to topple face first, CB assists gravity in the motion. CB pulls Michael closer to the center of the ring. He scampers up the turnbuckles, quickly flying off with a frog splash before Wryght can recuperate. Without hesitation, Crazy Boy leaps off of the second rope, landing a lionsault. Jerry: Crazy Boy hooks the leg! Ace: NO! Only a two count! CB grabs his head in disbelief. Scrambling to a vertical base, he yanks his foe onto his shoulders. Crazy Airlines - Destination Samoa! Another pin attempt only gets another two count. Smith rushes to the corner for some altitude. Ace: Is he going for the Crazy Spin? Jerry: NO ONE HOME! Showtime stands up like a man possessed, a glare of determination in his eyes. Spinning CB over onto his stomach, he finds the knee he was working on earlier in the match and spikes it into the mat a few times. Without letting the leg go, Wryght pulls Smith to his feet, only to pull him back down with a series of single leg takedowns. He cinches in a half Boston crab, pulling back with all of his weight in the small of the Crazy One's back. Gale asks CB if he wants to quit, but he's not having it. Growing impatient, Showtime releases the hold, gathering him up, but CB clasps Michael's head to the back of his own and drops down. Showtime staggers back as CB runs the ropes for a cross body block, but the President catches his underling, dropping him over his knee once, twice, and finishes it off with a sidewalk slam. Not giving him a moment's rest, Wryght grapevines the legs and inverts the Crazy One. Jerry: The Spotlight! Ace: This is it! Showtime kneels down to add pressure. Crazy Boy screams in pain as the zebra checks on him. Smith tries his best, but the pain is just too excruciating. He finally relents, hammering one fist on the mat in tap out. Winner: Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght via Submission Your winner and STILL International Champion: "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght! Jerry Andrews: God DAMMIT, Ace, SIT DOWN! Ace Anderson: You can’t tell me what to do. YOU’RE not the President! Jerry Andrews: Oh for the love of - Jerry’s words are cut off as The Black Keys ”Gold on the Ceiling” blasts out of the speakers, Showtime giving Crazy Boy a hand up and manly pat on the back before lifting his International Championship up high as gold sparks rain from the fixtures above. Both men take their leave of the ring, a disappointed but resolute Crazy Boy preceeding the victorious Showtime into the back.

[PCW Staff]

Jerry Andrews: What a night of memories this has been so far!

Ace Anderson: And now, we head back to Mass Destruction X last year for another incredible match!

Jerry Andrews: Our main event was between two men who have become VERY familiar with one another! Our PCW World Champion Stormm defended his title against Gerard Angelo!

PCW Mass Destruction X Sunday, March 1st, 2020 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: 1… 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: 1… 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: 1… 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: 1… 2… 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: 1…. 2…. 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: 1…. 2….. 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: 1… 2… 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: 1… 2… 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! 1…. 2…. 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! 1….. 2….. 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.

PCW Mass Destruction VIII Sunday March 18, 2018 Pure Class Wrestling World Championship Singles Match Kyle Shane (World ©) vs Grimm Referee: Joseph Buckland DING! DING! DING! Neither man moves in immediately as the bell sounds. The pale blue expression of Grimm is deadlocked with the fiercely determined Kyle Shane. They have met twice before with the challenger in tonight’s contest notching victories in both. There was no World Title on the line then. There is now, and Kyle Shane is prepared to do whatever it takes to retain his championship. Which tonight means beating the ghost of matches past. The crowd is electric and already breaking off into a 70/30 split in favor of the champion. With that in mind… They circle. Jerry Andrews: You can feel the electricity in the air here right now. Grimm sizes Kyle up. The Hangtown Horror is being studied like a book. They inch closer and closer to a grapple. Grimm lunges in. Kyle scores with a sudden spinning back kick! It doubles him over while knocking some wind out of his sails. Kyle hits the ropes at the speed of a cruiserweight. Leaping into the air for a curb stomp brings him down to a jarring miss. Grimm instinctively lifts his head out of the way. Phinehas swings like the mighty Casey Jones in mid-arc. Kyle avoids the lariat’s contact. Grimm spins into a series of open hand strikes to the face. They come at such a fast clip that he is unable to protect himself. Kyle rotates his body, scoring with a spinning back fist to the jaw. With Grimm propped on the ropes, Kyle hits another burst of adrenaline. With a flip of the hips he is off to the ropes again. He scores with an EMBLEM HEARTLESS on the return, knocking Grimm silly and putting him on his ass outside of the ring, following a spinning departure over the top rope! Grimm checks his facial features to make sure they are where they are supposed to be once on his feet. Just as he snaps his head around, Kyle is on him like a dart to the board, thrusting him backwards into the rail with a barrel roll suicide dive! Shane gets him a fistful of that ginger beard of Grimm’s. He irish whips him into the steel ring steps just a few feet near. Grimm cracks his back into the edge, which lowers him to a knee. Kyle has one more bit of offense before he re-enters the ring. A running dropkick to the shoulders. The force shoves Grimm right back into those steps and this time puts him on all fours. Kyle whips the crowd into a frenzy as he beats the count. Jerry Andrews: What a fast start here for the God of Game! Kyle Shane is beyond determined to show that he CAN put down Phinehas Grimm. Ace Anderson: This isn’t a video game where you can change the difficulty setting, Andrews. Grimm is a ring veteran and former multi-time World Champion. He’s done it all in PCW. Including beat--- Kyle Shane, not wanting any part of a count-out victory, rolls through the ropes to collect his opponent. He quickly dumps him inside and is there before Grimm can even think of getting out of trouble. Grimm is run into the corner head first. One, two, three times. He’s turned around and dealt the same number in stinging knife edge chops. Grimm covers his reddened chest the best he can. He resists an Irish whip attempt. Kyle hits him with a European uppercut. The next whip attempt is actually reversed. Kyle leaps to the middle ropes, somersaulting over an incoming Phinehas Grimm. Realizing the situation unfolding, Grimm throws himself out of the way. Kyle collides with the turnbuckles. Grimm spins on a heel to deliver a crushing clothesline. Or not! Kyle intercepts the meat hook. He springs off the ropes to turn both of them around, only the champion scores with a double-knee armbreaker! Grimm quickly departs before anything else can happen. He shakes out his right arm. His intense cold stare only grows to more hair raising lengths (if that’s possible). Phinehas strokes his beard. There is noise behind him from unruly front row fans, but he has no time for their childish chatter. Even if he did, it’s Grimm. He doesn’t get distracted. Now with the pace slowed down, perhaps the challenger can get things back on track. Grimm takes his time in returning inside. He cracks his neck like one would their knuckles, drawing some audible groans from those disgusted. The hard hitting brawler from Hangtown, Kentucky surveys the situation. Shane remains stoic for his part, once more wanting to keep any potential for mistake to a bare minimum. If Grimm gets ahold you, you’ll wish he hadn’t. You don’t want to be fed to Grimm. It doesn’t end well. He “acts” like he is going for a grapple. Instinctively Kyle Shane grabs the right arm of Phinehas to prevent it. Grimm brings a knee to the midsection, surprising Kyle who was beginning to look as if he were going to work the arm over some more. Grimm raises his knee to score with a knee lift to his face. The cold and calculating Phinehas Grimm gives him a nasty boot to the temple for his troubles. Shane is pulled up. Grimm chops him in the Adam's apple. Kyle gasps for air as he backs into the ropes. Phinehas moves in, but has to absorb several boots to the mid-section as he does. Grimm throws a haymaker. Shane spins out of the way. With Phinehas hung in the ropes, Kyle shakes off the disorientation. Kyle once more shows off his speed. Grimm’s right arm is violently ripped down as Kyle drops to the floor. Grimm writhes in pain as he clutches his bicep. Jerry Andrews: Kyle is looking to take away some of that striking power! Quick as a hiccup, the champion is already launching mid-air! This time he DOES get a form of a curb stomp. Only he doesn’t attack Grimm’s head. He crunches that worked over right arm into the mat by bringing his weight down on the shoulder. Phinehas slides under the bottom rope as he favors that arm. With a grimace on his face, he moves as far away from the ring as he possibly can. He tries massaging some feeling back into the limb, but NEVER takes his eyes off of where Kyle Shane is at any point. Grimm uses the referee’s count to buy himself some time, returning between eight and nine. Kyle is laser focused on that right arm. Grimm’s stance comes from the left. Kyle charges, but stops far short of making contact. Grimm bull rushes him with a shoulder tackle, putting him down for a seat. It catches Kyle off guard. Grimm follows with a teeth re-arranging shining wizard. The one armed ground and pound ensues from there. Kyle frantically tries to halt the onslaught. He is able to deflect some of the shots from hitting their mark, but not enough of them to matter. When Grimm is back onto his feet he makes sure to deliver some well placed kicks to the ribs. Kyle is halted from rolling out of the ring, stopped halfway in his quest. Grimm fish hooks him to the center. His right arm is still cradled against his body. Grimm’s next stomp is blocked. Kyle muscles his left foot in the air, keeping his leg bent. No problem. Grimm stomps his guts out with the right. Phinehas doesn’t give him the luxury of breathing air. Kyle is sent HARD into the corner. His back goes crack and his face follows by going splat. Grimm walks over. Kyle is picked by by one hand and shoved backwards. Grimm viciously strangles him in the corner, making sure to give Kyle an up close view of his stormy irises while he does this. Jerry Andrews: The referee better make sure Grimm isn’t attempting murder! Kyle Shane: Hey! He has until the count of five to choke the very life out of the champion. Grimm relinquishes just a hair under the legal count. But he’s not done. Grimm steps onto the middle ropes. Leaning Kyle’s head back, Grimm gives him an unnerving smile. It’s not a sight you ever want to greet you. He rains down with headbutt after headbutt. Five in total. The crowd had been counting along, but that isn’t why he stopped. Kyle is slumped in the corner after Grimm steps away. If not for the ring ropes, he would be down. Phinehas shakes his right arm out while he has a chance, making sure to get some feeling back into it. The referee scurries out of the way as he moves in on the God of Game. Kyle is avalanched in the corner, but Grimm didn’t get quite enough. So he backs up, never turning his focus for even a split second. Grimm patiently waits. Counting down the seconds Kyle has left to think about how he is going to get destroyed. Here comes the crimson freight train! Kyle quickly moves out of the way! Grimm stumbles away from the corner. He clings to his chest after that kind of impact. The roaring cheers of the fans power Kyle Shane through the punishment that had been inflicted. Kyle hooks his neck from behind, pulling Grimm across the ropes with a modified tarantula stretch with a necklock! It’s a hope spot for Kyle Shane, but one that seems to be working. Grimm looks for any way that he can to get loose, but no opportunity is there for it. Kyle eventually is made to release Grimm from his plight. While Phinehas is down, Kyle is afforded a window to get his wits about. He slides back into the ring. Grimm is pulled into a vertical suplex. Kyle turns the hips looking for the second of the trilogy. Grimm is having none of that. Sequels are largely not as good as the original. He surprises Kyle with a jawbreaker after catching him in the abdomen with a left hook. Kyle is whipped into a drop toe hold. His fall crashes him face first with a sickening thud into the bottom turnbuckle. Grimm turns him around so that his head rests on it like it were a pillow. He hits the ropes and on the return, paintbrushes him across the face with a running boot. Kyle’s head hangs lifelessly over the rope. Grimm slowly peels him back. He props him in the corner now. A bell clap keeps him stunned. Grimm puts him on the top turnbuckle. He then moves back and studies the hurting champion. What follows is nothing fancy. Just an aggressive shove to send Kyle Shane cartwheeling to the floor below. Grimm appears pleased with the nasty landing he took. Grimm steps to the outside of the ring to go collect his prey. Kyle shows his resilience by peppering shot after after shot to the body. A quick (and illegal) gouging of the eyes halts all of that goodwill. Grimm hooks his previously worked over right arm around the neck of Kyle. Battering ram into the ring steps! Ouch. The top half of the steel finds itself upside down following the attack. Jerry Andrews: oh my god! Did you hear that?! The further downside to this for Kyle is his face is laying on the flat surface of the bottom half. Grimm breaks the referee’s count, constituting a restart of the count. The boo birds come out in full force. Grimm surveys the situation. Kyle is pulled to his feet by his ears. Grimm takes the quickest of seconds to check their positions. Kyle wants a suplex? He’s going to get one. Grimm powers him with a stalling vertical. He’s one fall back away from driving Kyle spine first into the base of the ring steps. Kyle starts to bicycle his legs! Grimm puts him back down. Only to LEVEL him with a decapitating clothesline. The champion is shoved back inside of the ring with the challenger close behind. Whip to the corner brings Kyle staggering out. Grimm has thrown himself into the ropes. SPEAR! No! Kyle counters into a sudden DDT! Both men are down!! LET’S GO KYLE! LET’S GO KYLE! LET’S GO KYLE! The faithful yell in unison. Their cheers worked before, so why not chants? It seems to be working. Kyle’s body, like a machine, starts to power back on. Hurting or not, he is finding that second wind to put down the equally tough challenge of Phinehas Grimm! By six they are slowly getting up. At seven they are up. A slugfest breaks out! Grimm swings. Kyle bobs out of the way, sticking Grimm with a flurry. He weaves away from another, scoring with body blows. Grimm returns with a sudden forearm smash to Kyle’s face, knocking him against the ropes. Kyle bounces off of them. SHORYUKEN!! Grimm is knocked into the air with the sudden 180 degree uppercut, catching him by complete surprise!! Grimm favors his jaw while down on his back. Kyle double stomps him in the midsection. Grimm goes fetal, only to be ripped onto his feet. He’s ran face first into all four of the top turnbuckles. A dazed Phinehas now tastes a double arm DDT. Kyle floats over to a pin attempt. 1! 2! Grimm kicks out! Kyle wraps his arms around the waist. He powers Grimm up in order to turn it into a belly-to-back suplex. Kyle barrel rolls to the corner. He motions to the crowd. Energized by their reception. Kyle picks his spot on Phinehas Grimm. Leg drop bulldog! NO—Grimm turns it around into a powerbomb!! Both men are down a second time. Kyle clings to the back of his head, kicking at the mat. Grimm drags himself to the ropes. They are used to pull himself up. Phinehas seizes the advantage he has. Savate kick! Grimm leans down to collect Kyle Shane. With a handful of his hair he runs him to a corner. Kyle blocks it with his foot! Grimm’s face meets that foot! Kyle leaps on the rope. Grimm buries a forearm into his kidneys. Kyle is partially spun around on the rope thanks to Grimm using the top rope to keep him from falling backwards. He seats himself on the top. Kyle’s head and neck are cranked under the left arm. Grimm spins around and in a sea of boos hits Ace Anderson: The Harvest!! Grimm is about to win the title! Game over, Kyle. Game OVER!! Grimm rolls into a pin with the legs hooked… 1! 2!! 3!!! KYLE’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! KYLE FUCKING SHANE IS STILL ALIVE!!! The hearts of the faithful rise from the depths of bottom like the mighty kraken once they realize what just happened! Grimm is told of this, having thought he had just became World Champion once more. The referee frantically points out that Kyle managed to get a foot on the ropes. Phinehas looks with wide-eyed horror. There is a fringe of emotion wanting to burst out, but Grimm doesn’t allow that to happen. Kyle somehow manages to roll him out of the ring while Grimm regroups. Jerry Andrews: The heart of the champion still beats! Phinehas rolls himself out. He returns Kyle into the ring by mid-count. Grimm clobbers him with a running knee lift. Kyle drops to his hands and knees, but not down. A running back elbow changes that. Grimm goes for the pin. 1! 2!--KICKOUT Kyle kicks out at two-and-a-half. Grimm’s frustration starts to bubble to the surface. Kyle is whipped in the corner. Grimm charges in only to eat a boot. A second charge nets him both boots! Stunned, but undeterred, he comes charging a third time. Kyle ole’s him like a mad bull to the cape. Grimm collides sternum first! Kyle spins him around for a trio of suplexes! An additional one is tacked on in the form of a brainbuster! Kyle stays on is back long enough to find that extra life. He kips up! Grimm is knocked down over and over with a series of clotheslines. A kick to the midsection nets a successful leg drop bulldog! Grimm sits upright long enough to fall back down into the mat for his troubles. Kyle moves him closer to the corner. He flips him onto his back before going up top. Fans rise with their camera phones ready. There is slight hesitation about the aerial. Fuck it! Kyle takes the leap of faith… He barrel rolls over Grimm. Kyle was expecting something from him and sure enough, Grimm has his knees in the air. Kyle returns to his feet. He plows Grimm into the corner with a running dropkick. The Hangtown Horror collides with a whiplash. Kyle hits the far corner. He returns with a dropkick to the face! Grimm is whipped to the ropes. Kyle pops him in the air...LIGHT ARROW! NO! GRIMM CATCHES HIS LEG! The damage is minimized. Kyle is spun around and dropped face first. Grimm hooks him in a lifting wheelbarrow. Ace Anderson: FODDERSHOCK! Jerry Andrews: Kyle COUNTERS!! Shane turns it around into a rolling prawn hold. He has Grimm rolled up!! 1! 2!! 3!!! - KICKOUT! The fans explosion of cheers dissipates into agony as Phinehas manages to beat the three count. Kyle has to push away his own shock. Both are up on their feet. VATS! NO! Grimm lowers himself to avoid the finishing blow. Kyle is shoved into the ropes. Grimm waistlocks him from behind. Kyle throws his elbows to counter around. NOCTURNE OF SHADOWS!! Kyle drags Grimm away. Here’s the pin! 1! 2! 3---NO!! Grimm lifts the right shoulder up, which earlier had been targeted. Both Kyle Shane and Pepperidge Farms remembers. Like a bolt of lightning, Kyle traps that right shoulder. He maneuvers Grimm into his OLD WORLD BLUES submission! Kyle has Grimm stuck dead center in the ring! Jerry Andrews: Grimm is trapped with nowhere to go! Phinehas is heard yelling in agony as Kyle demands his submission. The referee is there to make the call. Grimm tries everything he can to move around, but Kyle has it locked in good and tight. Every ounce of punishment he had taken doesn’t matter in this moment. An ice bath will help that later. Kyle Shane walked into Mass Destruction World Champion, and god damnit, he intends on leaving the same! Grimm has his left arm hovering off the mat. Kyle continues to pump in more and more tension to force the tap out. Grimm hangs in there with a high tolerance of pain, but for how much longer?? Out of nowhere he rolls Kyle into an awkward looking pin!! 1! 2! Kyle moves returns him back into the submission. GRIMM DISLOCATES HIS OWN God damn ARM!! Kyle jerks to the side. The champ is put off by the sight! Grimm rolls out of the ring as fast as he can. The referee has to stop Kyle from going after him, which of course, doesn’t endure him to the crowd one bit. Medics race down to check on Grimm. He shoves them the hell away. Kyle felt like he had Grimm ready to tap out, but like everyone else, was not expecting THAT length to force a break. Grimm roars as loud as he can as he pops it back into place. He does so out of Kyle’s line of sight. The main damage may have been done thanks to the submission attempt. The referee exits to check on the challengers well being. Kyle is cautious about all of this, and elects not to proceed… The hell he doesn’t! Kyle leaves the ring. The moment feet hit floor, Grimm is there to SPEAR him right into the ring apron from the left side. Kyle finds himself being one armed whipped into the railing. Grimm somehow muscles him into a back body drop! Only Kyle hits a combination of ropes and ring apron with a nasty collision. His head and neck are deposited at an awkward bend on the floor. The champion is rolled back into the ring. Grimm slowly pulls himself across for a pin. 1! 2! 3---KICKOUT! Grimm glowers at the referee with a stare as cold as the night is long. That gaze follows to Kyle Shane, who continues to make things tougher and tougher on the legendary boogeyman. With his left hand, Grimm forces Kyle Shane to his feet. He swings him into the corner. Reversed. Kyle explodes with a charge. Grimm BURIES a spectacular headbutt between his eyes. He doesn’t relent. DEAD RECKONING calls for several more. Down, beaten, battered, and out, Kyle Shane is left with traces of blood pooling out of a now open wound. In no better shape is Phinehas Grimm. He vigorously works to get his right arm back into some sort of working order. With not a second to be wasted or effort missed, he...climbs to the top rope? Diving headbutt to the heart! Grimm hooks a leg! 1! 2! 3!! NO NO NO! Kyle Shane has his hand clutching the bottom rope!! Grimm was milliseconds away from victory, but Kyle played the ring awareness card. Jerry Andrews: What a performance from both of these men! Kyle Shane just wants to win, baby, and by god he is going to make Grimm EARN this victory...something he felt like Grimm didn’t do to get this opportunity. Ace Anderson: Grimm may have to kill him in order to take the title… Phinehas takes the left hand of Kyle Shane off of the ropes. Once he has it flat on the mat, he starts to stomp a mud-hole on it. He then manipulates the fingers in a way that’ll make you cringe, making sure to have them bent before those as well get a stomp. It’s enough to make one think Kyle just had them broken (he didn’t, but he sure sells the hell out of it). Blood stains where Kyle lays. A crimson mask concealing his youthful features. Grimm drags Kyle to the middle of the ring. He leaves him on his hands and knees before hitting the ropes. Knee trembler! Kyle sees stars following the shot to his temple. Grimm rolls him onto his back and with a hook of the legs… 1! 2! 3!! KYLE GETS AN ARM UP!! Jerry Andrews (yelling): HOW IS HE DOING THIS?! THIS IS AWESOME chants break out. Grimm tugs at his beard. Agitation setting in. Kyle Shane, a bloodied mess, somehow, someway, just will not Icemann...die! Kyle Shane just will not die! Grimm rises to his feet with Kyle in toe. He sends him to the ropes. A lariat is ducked. A second is as well. On the third swing, Grimm traps him with a sleeper... BUT KYLE SPINS HIMSELF INTO A GODDESS WHITE SWORD COUNTER!! Kyle reaches deep inside to put Grimm down with a pele kick! Kyle falls onto his back. He wipes the blood off of his face. He allows himself a brief respite. KYLE! KYLE! KYLE! He found an extra life, earlier. Well consider this a fucking continue! Kyle Shane fires UP! Grimm is yanked by the beard. Sitout facebuster! Kyle rolls Grimm over for his own pin attempt! 1! 2! 3---NOT THIS TIME EITHER! Kyle runs his fingers through his hair. With teeth gritting determination, he returns to his feet. Grimm finds his right arm being bent behind his back. He is bodyslammed right onto it! Kyle makes sure to keep it trapped there. With a renewed sense of energy, he goes up top. There is no hesitation… ONE FOR MY BABY HITS! Kyle Shane nails a picture perfect corkscrew shooting star press like a comet coming down to earth. The fans count along as Kyle frantically has Grimm covered! 1! 2!! 3!! Grimm KICKS OUT!! Kyle tries again! 1!! 2!! 3---NOPE! Kyle pounds the mat in frustration. But he knows he can’t lose focus. Grimm is maneuvered into the corner. A pair of knife edge chops for good measure are delivered. Grimm is sent across. No! He reverses and sends Kyle back a short distance to the current corner. Grimm runs through his midsection with a spear! Kyle doubles over...and into the awaiting lock of Grimm. Phinehas wisely chooses the left side once more. THE HARVEST...is BLOCKED! Kyle frees his head and propels Grimm backwards. Kyle catches Grimm getting to his feet...VATS!! NO! Grimm ducks under it for the second time. Kyle finds himself being thrown into the corner. Grimm charges in. Kyle moves out of the way as Grimm drives his right arm into the ring post!! He backs away from the scene of the crime favoring it. When he turns around...VATS!! Kyle Shane absolutely buries his roundhouse spin kick to the left temple of Grimm, effectively turning the lights out in Hangtown. Phinehas is pulled to the center of the ring. Kyle Shane collapses over him as if his last ounce of energy was charged though that thunderous finisher. The ref drops down and makes the count… 1! 2!! 3!!! … … … … … GRIMM GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!! Only he DOESN’T! Grimm is down, out, and defeated. The referee calls for the bell as Kyle Shane has FINALLY put an end to this marathon of a World Title match and effectively exercised his ghost. Sasha Greene: Here is the winner of the match and STILL PCW World Champion, Kyle Shane! As Circa Survive mixes with the loud cheers for the winner, Kyle Shane slowly becomes aware that he has won the match. The referee raises his hand and awards him his title. His face cracks in a relieved and exuberant smile. Some may have doubted or wondered if he could beat Phinehas Grimm. It may have taken a third try, but Kyle Shane can say he DID. The pain and fatigue become secondary as a bloodied Kyle Shane triumphantly holds the title over his shoulder. For everything he had to put up with between November and now, the God of Game finally stands victorious in his first title defense! Winner: Kyle Shane via Pinfall

PCW Mass Destruction Sunday, February 5, 2006 Match Six: World Championship Match Ace Anderson {Champion} vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels Referee: Richard Stevens Mark Long: It's is now time for our Main Event! This match is one fall and has a sixty-minute time-limit. This match is also for the PCW World Championship! Introducing first...the challenger. From Atlanta, Georgia...Justin Michaels..."Stormm"! (The lights in the arena flicker out, causing the arena to be completely black. The sound of rain pouring down onto the crowd starts up, and sounds of thunder rolling echo the walls of the arean. Flashs of orange light follow the sounds of thunder every so often like lightning, and "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin begins to blast throughout the arena. The crowd starts to go crazy as the familiar music plays, along with the sounds of rain, thunder, and the flashing orange lights of lightning. A blast of pyro hits the entrance way, and the arena fills with solid orange lights. Stormm then appears on the stage, and the crowd blows the roof off of the arena as he poses for them, and looks out through the arena at all the screaming fans. Stormm then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring, and he slaps hands with a couple of random fans around the ring before sliding in on his stomach under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet once in the ring, and rotates a slow three hundred and sixty degrees looking at the crowd. He then gathers his thoughts, and awaits the start of the match.) Mark Long: And his opponent...from West Newbury, Massachusetts...weighing in at 311 lbs....he is the current and defending PCW World Champion...Ace Anderson! (The crowd grows quiet, and "Suffocate" by Sevendust begins to play. When the music picks up, Ace Anderson comes firing out from the backstage area. He stops at the top of the ramp, and raises his arms, showing his PCW World Title around his waist, whilst making his "Greatness" symbol {like the diamond cutter symbol, only with his pinkies sticking out}. He keeps his hands above his head, and brings them down in a swooping motion across the right side of his body and a pyro goes off on his left side, he then moves his hands down across his left side and a pyro goes off on his right. He brings his hands above his head once more and then brings them down and breaks the symbol in front of him and a huge pyro goes off behind him, the length of the stage. He then puts his fingers in a "gun" and points down to the ring. He moves his thumb down to touch his fingers, and pyro explodes out of the ringposts. Ace then jogs in place, until he runs down to the ring. He stops at the apron, leaps up onto it with a grand two foot leap, and as soon as his feet touch down, he leaps over the ropes and lands crouched down in the ring. He then goes to a random corner and raises his "Greatness" symbol before using the ropes to stretch.) Jerry Andrews: You know Ace Anderson is never unsure about himself. Mike Williams: Nothing wrong with that. He's confident. He should be. He's "Greatness in the Flesh"! (The referee singals for the bell and the two meet in the center of the ring and lock up. Ace quickly falls to his knees and swipes the legs from under Justin. Ace is quick to cover.) Jerry Andrews: HERE WE GO! 1...2...kickout! (Ace picks up Stormm and whips him into the corner. Ace charges, and connects with a splash. He grabs Stormm's arms and rolls back, shooting Stormm over him onto his back. Ace is quickly back up. He hops onto the second rope and leaps with an elbow drop. Stormm moves.) Jerry Andrews: Quick change in the tide there. Mike Williams: Yeah, I know. I AM watching, you know. (Justin returns to his feet, and Ace follows. Justin swings, connecting with a right hand. He goes for a second, but it's blocked. Ace throws a right of his own, wobbling Stormm. Ace whips Justin into the ropes. The World Champion leaps for a dropkick but Justin hangs onto the ropes and Ace catches nothing but mat! Jerry Andrews: Again when you think that the Champ has the advantage, Justin counters a move back into his favor. (Justin begins to stomp away on Ace. He relinques and stares at the cheering crowd. Deciding to entice the crowd further, Justin stomps away on Ace once more.Justin pulls Ace to his feet and lands a picture perfect double underhook suplex. He rolls Ace for the cover. 1...2...kickout. Justin then drags Ace to the apron and then goes to the outside and follows it up with a vicious legdrop!) Jerry Andrews: Anderson's head was hanging off the apron and Stormm delivered with a vicious legdrop! (Justin Michaels pulls Ace out of the ring fully. He pulls Ace to his feet and attempts to whip him into the steel steps. Ace reveres it however, and sends Justin knee first into the steel steps. Anderson smirks at a booing fan, before charging at Justin. Michaels is ready though, and charges right back, spearing Anderson to the ground.) Jerry Andrews: Yet ANOTHER transition in this match! Mike Williams: Now it's Justin Michael who is in trouble. (Justin had pulled Ace to his feet and tried to whip Ace into the guardrail, but again the whip was reversed. Justin slams into the guardrail. Ace follows him and smashes his head off the top of the guardrail. Not once but twice! Blood begins flowing from Justin's head!) Mike Williams: And here comes the blood! (Ace grates Justin's head over the railing, attempting to widen the cut. He rolls Justin into the ring. Ace quickly hops to the top rope. He leaps off, and connects with a huge Swanton Bomb.) Mike Williams: What airtime on that Incredi-Flip! Here's a cover! Jerry Andrews: 1...2...nooo! Kick-out at the last possible second. (Ace pulls Justin back up to his knees. He calls for The Exemplifier.] Mike Williams: Here we go! This could end it! (Ace backs up but when Justin rises to his feet, he delivers a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, sending Ace clear over the top rope and harshly to the floor!) Mike Williams: Damn! That didn't look pretty. (Justin climbs the top rope and positions himself and then leaps off with a Missile Dropkick from the ropes to the outside. But unfortunately for him, Ace moved out of the way.) Jerry Andrews: Justin tried a high-risk manuver and crashed and burned. Mike Williams: I love it! (Ace grabs Justin and whips him into the ring. He follows him and begins jumping on the legs of Justin.) Jerry Andrews: Looks to seem like Ace is trying to weaken up Justin's legs. (Ace continues to jump on the leg. He smiles, and locks in a modified figure-four submission hold. Justin is in tremendous pain, and is reaching for the ropes, but can't. As Richard Stevens checks on Stormm, Ace reaches up and grabs the ropes for added leverage. Stormm has no choice but to tap. Ace releases the ropes just as Richard Stevens gets up to call for the bell.) Mark Long: The winner of the match...and STILL PCW World Champion...Ace Anderson! Jerry Andrews: Ace Anderson, through dubious means, has retained his World Championship! Mike Williams: I told you Ace was going to win! But did you trust me? NoooOOOooo. (Ace releases the hold and gets to his feet, getting handed his title as he raises his arms in the air. The fans boo at the sight of Ace winning, but as Ace goes to climb the ropes to celebrate, the arena lights dim to a purplish color. From behind the entrance curtain comes The Prophet, and he smiles as the feed goes off the air.)

Ace Anderson: Did you see that? Did you see that? Yeah! The winner of the very first main event in Mass Destruction history and retaining the PCW World Championship: ACE ANDERSON!!!

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but the man you defeated that night is heading into his second-straight World Title defense at Mass Destruction when he head to pay-per-view on on Sunday February 28th!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, yeah... let's go to our next match.

PCW Mass Destruction 2 Sunday, March 4, 2012 World Championship Match LoKi © vs. Lantlas Referee: Eric Russo Match Details: The music of Hans Zimmer's "Dream is Collapsing" slowly builds. A tall, lanky figure, dressed in battle armor, steps onto the stage. The fans can’t make of what they are seeing. None of the fans are sure what to make of this armor-clad being, and when he raises the face guard, the fans cheer when they see the face of “The Elven Warrior” Lantlas! Mark Long: From Munich, Germany. Standing 6’7” and weighing 240 pounds. He is “The Elven Warrior” LANTLAS! Lantlas walks down to the ring, with his sword dangling at his side, and his bow over his left shoulder, and his quiver of arrows strapped to his back. After walking off the stage, he removes his helmet, getting a huge pop from the fans, and places it on the corner of the ring. He strips himself of his bow, his sword, and his arrows, before entering the ring. He removes his armor, giving it to the attire girl to take it back to his locker room. He does a few stretches, waiting for the match to begin. Jerry Andrews: This rivalry may have begun at Hostile Takeover, but these competitors had been friends for years. This is a match born from betrayal. Al Laiman: Absolutely, there is more on the line here than just a win; pride, anger and of course the PCW World Championship. The arena goes dark as ‘Heaven’s A Lie’ by Lacuna Coil begins to play. Lights strobe in time with the music, silhouetting Loki on the stage. As the music picks up, the stage is illuminated in a blast of flame and Loki, with the championship belt draped over his shoulder, walks slowly to the ring. Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure anybody understand the change in our World Champion over the last few months. He claims to be punishing PCW, Captain Walker and Lantlas for their actions but does anybody truly see what he’s talking about. Al Laiman: That title changes people in many ways and I think we have to accept that Loki has become deluded. Unfortunately for Lantlas that makes him unpredictable as hell coming into this match. Loki slowly walks up the steps to the ring apron and steps between the ropes, circling the interior of the ring with the intensity of a caged animal before lifting the PCW World title into the air as the fans boo. As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner and focuses his stare at his opponent who glares straight back. Eric Russo, referee for this contest, walks into the middle of the ring and calls the two rivals out. Blood stains the mat from the previous Cage of Death battle. Meeting him in the centre of the ring, Lantlas and Loki continue their intense stare as they receive their final instructions. Content that both men are ready Russo signals for the bell and the match begins. Jerry Andrews: And here we go, two former friends battling it out for the World Title. The crowd are already at fever pitch before a punch has been thrown as Loki and Lantlas simply stare at each other while standing mere feet apart. As if neither man WANTS to attack but is summoning the will to attack their once-upon-a-time friend. Tension in the crowd becomes unbearable and so does the volume but neither man in the ring hears anything but their own heartbeat. Second after second passes until finally one man begins to move… Lantlas. The Elven Warrior steps back and begins to circle, followed almost immediately by the World Champion. Anticipation rises somehow further until Lantlas stretches out his arm for a lock up and waits for a response from his opponent. Loki begins to reach out and is about to lock up... when he pulls back. Booing emphatically the crowd wants to see action and the Fallen Angel is unwilling to give it. Al Laiman: The World Champion is playing mind games with his challenger, making him wait until HE is ready to start this match. The circling continues until this time it’s Loki that extends his hand. Lantlas is hesitant to accept it, knowing the devious ways of his former friend but he does and extends his… only for Loki again to pull back. The boos increase in volume and Lantlas’ frustration begins to erupt when the cool-headed Elf finally loses it and lashes out with one of his long legs, slamming it into Loki’s knee. Following it up with another couple of kicks, the ill-balanced World Champion is pushed back to the ropes and quickly whipped across the ring. Following Loki into the middle of the ring, Lantlas sets himself but is overpowers to the mat by a shoulderblock. Quickly hitting the ropes, Loki vaults a recovering Elf only to receive a snap Japanese Armdrag on the rebound. Getting to his feet, Loki rushes back at his rival only the receive another Armdrag of the far eastern variety. Back to his feet again, Loki is about to charge for a third time only to retreat to the outside of the ring to regroup. Jerry Andrews: The Champ is taking a breather… or getting the hell out of there as I like to call it. Loki takes a moment to compose himself but that also gives Lantlas a window to attack as he hits to the ropes inside. Turning just in time to see the onrushing Elf, Loki sees a flying attack coming and dives out of the way causing no end of boos and a screeching halt from Lantlas in the ring. Al Laiman: You can call it what you want, I’m calling it smart. Loki orders Eric Russo to get Lantlas back from the ropes before he’ll get back in the ring. Russo does his best to persuade the Elf to move but he refuses, causing Loki to walk angrily to the other side of the ring and enter from there. Again both men exchange a vicious glare as they circle once more. This time both men throw each other into a tie up and push hard but Lantlas has the clear power advantage, forcing Loki back into the corner. The referee comes in right away, counting to four before Lantlas breaks and takes a step back. The two wrestlers linger there for a moment and the stare off resumes… until Loki slaps the taste out of Lantlas’ mouth. Jeers rain down on Loki as if he were standing under the Niagara Falls and Lantlas looks shocked into place. Jerry Andrews: You said he was being smart, Al? Well that was pretty damn stupid if you ask me! Lantlas takes Jerry’s words to heart and reacts by blasting Loki in the head with a truly vicious Roundhouse Kick that makes him slump into the corner in a daze. Unloading with a flurry of lightning fast kicks to the chest, Lantlas all but mashes Loki’s insides into mush and pulls him out of the corner. With Loki stunned, The Warrior Elf throws him across the ring and nails a hip toss right in the middle of the ring and stomps straight on the outstretched arm of the Champ. Following it up with another three stomps, Lantlas locks in a tight hammerlock and adds torque on the arm and shoulder. Referee Russo asks for a submission but Loki is nowhere near to giving in. Lantlas realises this and transitions into a headlock to put pressure on the neck too. Before he can synch the move in completely though, Loki hits out with a series of punches to the ribs to loosen the hold enough to escape. While Lantlas has the wind taken out of him, however, Loki sees an opportunity and grabs two large handfuls of blue hair before driving his opponent head first into the mat. Al Laiman: That’s what you have to do as a champion, everything you can! Jerry Andrews: Some of us call that cheating, Al. Al Laiman: Some of us? You mean the losers. Landing several stomps to the arm, shoulder and neck of Lantlas, Loki is clearly weakening his opponent for the Valkyries Wings submission, but first he goes to apply a keylock to work the arm. He can’t lock it in all the way but gets enough to put Lantlas under a lot of pressure and pain. This time it’s Lantlas’ time to say no to Russo as he attempts to fight back to his feet. With a thrust he manages it, reaching a vertical base and escaping the hold with a collection of hard shots with his free hand. Once he’s free, though, the shots don’t stop and the 6’7 Elf hits a brutal Rolling Elbow to the skull. Jerry Andrews: That would have knocked a normal man out cold right there! Al Laiman: Not the World Champion though! Not knocked out but very groggy, Loki is prime for the picking and Lantlas hauls him up onto his shoulders for the Flame of the West. Looking to finish the match early he attempts to lift Loki but receives a rake to the eyes for his troubles. Loki lands on his feet and jumps into action, nailing a boot to the gut before lifting the large Elf into the air and dropping him with a fierce Fisherman’s Buster. One… Two… NO! Loki questions the referee over the decision but receives nothing in return to two fingers. Muttering to himself, the World Champion gets to his feet and pulls Lantlas up with him. Clearly intent on doing more damage to his former friend Loki grabs his arm and twists before yanking it with a jarring motion and whipping him across the ring. Lantlas somehow reverses though and sends Loki into the ropes, which he in turn clings to in an attempt to escape from harm. Rushing at his opponent, Lantlas gets caught by a back body drop that flings him over the top rope and to the outside. Almost nonchalantly Loki walks forward and takes the moment for another breather, leaning down to pull up his knee pads… but he doesn’t see Lantlas clinging like a lanky oversized cat to the top rope. Pulling himself back into the apron, and with Loki still bent over, Lantlas leaps onto the top rope and springs high into the air before delivering a devastating Springboard Double Stomp straight to the neck and back of Loki. Not content with this damage, as Loki rolls onto his back Lantlas takes a standing jump and drives both of his boots thunderously into his sternum. Without hesitation Lantlas quickly rolls his opponent back onto his front and looks to apply the Bridging Grounded Double Chickening, otherwise called the… Jerry Andrews: Elven Marksmanship! Can he get it locked it!? Loki still has enough about him to fight the move before it’s locked in and forces himself up to a much tougher position on his knees. Still trying to force the move into place Lantlas loses out as Loki gets up to his feet and hits a sharp elbow straight to the temple quickly followed by another. The Fallen Angel turns suddenly and nails a snap dropkick to the knee, dropping Lantlas to one knee but leaving him open to attack. Grabbing his arm, Loki tries to apply the Crippler Crossface on the damaged limp and acts quickly enough to get it in place. Al Laiman: It’s in! Valkyries Wings right in the middle of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Lantlas is a master escapist but even he may have to admit defeat here. Loki pulls back hard on the neck and shoulder in a desperate attempt to make Lantlas tap but the Elf resists, straining to reach the ropes with his legs. He can’t reach and Loki ensures he can’t shuffle his way there. Eric Russo asks for a submission and gets no response as Lantlas’ efforts are focused purely on escape. With as much effort as he can manage, and blocking out the pain, Lantlas pulls his arm free and forces Loki to remove the hold before both men get to their feet. Both men turn to face each other and Loki is the first to react, landing a boot to the midsection and executing the Double Underhook Backbreaker. Jerry Andrews: The Alphabreaker! Cutting Lantlas off before he can get any momentum at all! One… Two… TH..NO! Al Laiman: Lantlas just gets his shoulder up before the three and… what the hell? A figure is seen walking out onto the stage slowly, peering down at the event in the ring but neither competitor sees him. Jerry Andrews: What on earth is Nacho Grande doing out here? Nacho stays on the stage, silently watching what is going on with absolutely no explanation as to why he’s there. Loki still doesn’t see Taco Bell’s finest and he has too much on his mind to even check as he locks in a frustrated Fujiwara Armbar on the downed Elf. Again he tries to reach the ropes but they’re too far so he is forced to expend even more energy by pushing himself up and rolling through the move to break free. Both men reach their feet but Loki’s continuing frustration makes him hit the ropes. On the rebound he goes for a vicious Lariat but Lantlas ducks, grabbing him in the process and hitting the Written Word. Jerry Andrews: Reverse STO! Could this be the turning point in this match?! Al Laiman: I don’t know, and I’ll tell you what else I don’t know… what the hell Nacho is doing up there! Still watching the match from afar, Nacho remains stood on the stage as Lantlas obliviously locks in a Koji Clutch submission. Loki thrashes around, trying to find the ropes and struggles against the pressure on his own hurt arm and neck. Russo asks whether Loki is ready to give up his World Title but is made to eat those words when the Champ just reaches the bottom rope with his big toe. Wanting to keep his momentum going, Lantlas breaks right away and pulls Loki to his feet before whipping him across the ring. On the rebound he fires off a Yakuza Kick which Loki just manages to duck and then carries his speed into the opposite ropes. This time he is the one who attacks with a clothesline but Lantlas ducks and makes a run of his own. Both men rush at each other and leap… slamming into each other bone-crushingly with a double crossbody in the middle of the ring. Jerry Andrews: Both men are down and out! Al Laiman: Wait… I think Nacho’s moving! Indeed Nacho takes a step forward on the stage, but seems very hesitant in his actions. He takes another and looks like he’s going to come down to the ring but he’s met by another figure who rushes out from the back and grabs him. Jerry Andrews: That’s Justin Kaard… and he’s saying something to Nacho. What the hell is happening? Kaard points to the backstage area as if to talk Nacho into leaving with him, meanwhile both men in the ring are still oblivious to the events on the stage and are struggling back to their feet slowly. The crowd seem just as confused as the commentators and everyone else as Kaard continues to talk to Nacho and finally appears to get through to him. Nacho slowly walks to the back, guided by Kaard who looks back to the ring as if they’d just dodged a bullet. Jerry Andrews: I have no idea what we just witnessed but I guess this won’t be the end of it. Al Laiman: I strongly suspect you’re right there Jerry, and I don’t say that often. Back in the ring both men have used the ropes to pull themselves up to a vertical base and turn at the same time. It’s Loki that attacks first with a hard elbow strike to the head of the Elven Warrior but he replied just as strongly with a kick to the chest. The two men begin to exchange blows back and forth but the stronger, larger Elf gets the better of the salvos with a lightning fast roundhouse to the head that leaves Loki vulnerable and open. Instinctively Lantlas lifts his opponent onto his shoulders for the This Moment Is Eternity but Loki just as instinctively rolls out of the back door onto his feet. Out of desperation, Loki grabs Lantlas from behind and hauls him into the air for the Omega Driver… but yet again Lantlas manages to use his agility to slide out of the back. Jerry Andrews: Reversal after reversal, you have to wonder what it will take to put this match away, they know each other so well! As Loki turns, Lantlas does a tornado-esque rotation of his own and bludgeons his opponent’s cranium with a devastating Rolling Elbow. As if that wasn’t enough, Lantlas sets up a powerbomb, lifts Loki high into the air and executes the Powerbomb Facebuster… aka The Elvish Tale. Al Laiman: What will it take? How about THAT?! One… Two… THREE! Jerry Andrews: NO! Shoulder up at the last moment! Lantlas protests to the referee but Russo is insistent on it being only two. Accepting it begrudgingly, Lantlas pushes himself up and drags Loki up from the mat with him. The Elf pushes his opponent into the corner and whips him across to the opposite, setting up for a bullet-like spear it seems. Using all the pace he has left, Lantlas sprints forward and throws himself like a torpedo into the midsection of Loki… but the Fallen Angel dives out of the way and Lantlas flies injured shoulder first into the ring post. Pushing himself back into the ring clutching his battered arm, Lantlas tries to recover but Loki is waiting for him. He locks up a full nelson hold and throws Lantlas overhead with a shuddering, neck-snapping Baal and the Dragon Suplex that lands him right in the middle of the ring. Loki sees his chance to finish the match and goes for a submission move. Jerry Andrews: Loki is going to finish this match with the Valkyries W… wait no, he’s going for the Elven Marksmanship! Al Laiman: A Valkyries Marksmanship from Loki, trying to finish Lantlas with his own manoeuvre! Loki locks the move in deep and Lantlas struggles hard to find a way to escape his own finishing move. The referee asks for a submission but can’t get an answer as The Elven Warrior tries to fight the move with all his legendary might. He’s miles from the ropes and moving toward them at an incredibly low speed, dragging himself by the toes. It’s clear that Lantlas is fading as the damage on his arms and shoulders causes him immense pain. Slower and slower his actions become until he stops moving altogether, mere inches away from the ropes he’s tried so valiantly to reach. Jerry Andrews: Lantlas could have passed out with the pain! The referee, given no choice, grabs the arm of Lantlas and lifts it from its unorthodox position, dropping it back into place with no resistance. He lifts the arm a second time and drops it, again without any sign of life. For the third and final time, Eric Russo lifts the arm and drops it. Al Laiman: That’s it! Jerry Andrews: No it isn’t! Lantlas replies! Running on pure adrenaline, Lantlas fights the pain in his arms and neck and shuffles the final few inches to the ropes, finding salvation with his foot on the bottom rope. The referee calls for Loki to release but he holds on and so Russo starts his five count. At four and a half Loki finally releases and has a look of complete anger and frustration on his face, wondering what he can do to put Lantlas away. Apparently he has a brain wave as he pulls Lantlas labouredly to his feet and whips him into the corner before lifting him into a seated position on the top. Jerry Andrews: What sadistic thoughts are going through Loki’s mind now? Loki follows him up and uses all his strength to force Lantlas to stand on the top rope, joining him precariously soon after. As both men balance uneasily on the slippery ropes, Loki tries to hook Lantlas’ leg as if he’s looking for a Fisherman’s Buster from the top rope… but Lantlas fights back with a headbutt out of nowhere. Loki doesn’t release and so Lantlas hits another and another until, finally, his legs give way and Loki falls, trapping his legs in a Tree of Woe. Al Laiman: Loki’s stuck and completely at Lantlas’ mercy! Regaining his balance on the top turnbuckle, Lantlas looks down at Loki who first tries to pry his legs free but can’t manage it. Then he sees his once-friend and now nemesis poised on the top turnbuckle. Totally helpless he pleads with the Elven Warrior to let him go, pulling himself up with the ropes to get closer… but Lantlas simply shakes his head at the sight and leaps high into the air from the top turnbuckle before plunging straight down with a Flying Double Stomp that pounds into his chest and slams his back, neck and head down into the mat. Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Loki’s got to be out cold! Al Laiman: No, he’s moving… and trying to stand. Loki, completely and utterly dazed, climbs to his feet and stumbles backward into the middle of the ring where Lantlas is waiting for him. Grabbing him from behind, Lantlas lifts him six feet and seven inches into the air, twists and powers him head first into the mat with Loki’s own Ragnarok. Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok on Loki, his own finisher! He isn’t moving! One… Two… THREE! Jerry Andrews: Did LoKi get the shoulder up? I couldn't tell. Eric Russo is discussing it with the time keeper. There is a bit of confusion until the bell rings. Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW PCW World Champion...LANTLAS ANDURIL!!! The PCW Faithful erupt, the loudest ovation of the night, as Eric Russo hands the coveted PCW World Championship to its new owner. Jerry Andrews: Lantlas wins! Lantlas wins! Winner(s): Lantlas via pinfall The Elven Resurrected Details: (Hans Zimmer kicks back in as Lantlas stands tall over the fallen LoKi, the World Championship held high overhead.) Al Laiman: What a proud moment for the Elven Warrior! He's finally done it. He's finally climbed back to resume his spot atop the mountain. Jerry Andrews: An amazing win by an amazing champion! That match was everything we thought it'd be and more!

PCW Mass Destruction VI Thursday March 17th, 2016 Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle while still balancing the title on his shoulder, he casts his gaze out over the crowd, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down, steps to the middle of the ring, and brings the microphone to his mouth. “There is an expectation as PCW World Champion to deliver the occasional State of the Title address. To either thank the greatest fans in the world for this opportunity and for standing behind me, or to curse your very existence and insult everything you hold dear.” Grimm shrugs his shoulders to steady the belt. “However, I prefer to act like I’ve been here before…because I have. Several times, in fact. So I’m not going to waste your time with any pandering or abuse. I haven’t come out here to disparage or challenge anyone. There is only one reason I have EVER come out here. And that is to fight.” Grimm turns his attention to the top of the ramp. “So come on out here, Justin Kaard. Let’s get this show on the road.” Grimm hands the microphone to the official…and waits. Main Event World Championship Match Grimm © vs. “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard Referee: Eric Russo Sasha Greene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship! Introducing first... The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke. “Light 'Em Up” by Fallout Boy begins as the lights strobe through the smoke, teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. "From Seattle, Washington...Weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds and standing five feet, nine inches...” An explosion erupts from the stage, clearing the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air. “The Adrenaline King”...Justin...KAAAAARRRRDDDD!” Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Jerry Andrews: The Adrenaline King is prepared to fly high against the World Champion here tonight. Ace Anderson: But I know from personal experience that going up against Grimm is as tall a task of any. If Kaard doesn't bring his A-Game tonight, it's over before it even starts. Continuing down the ramp, Justin turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings. Justin steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for Grimm to surrender the belt so the match can begin. Grimm slowly raises the belt into the air, right into the face of Justin Kaard before handing it to the official. Eric takes the title and raises it high in the air, behind Grimm and Kaard's standoff. Jerry Andrews: That's what it's all about, ladies and gentlemen; The PCW World Championship. Ace Anderson: To be called the PCW World Champion...there's no better title in all of sports entertainemtna and professional wrestling. Eric hands the title to Sasha at ringside and then calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell sounds, Grimm and Justin begin right away with rights and lefts to one another. Justin takes the slight advantage and wobbles the World Champion, but Grimm ends the exchange with a knee to Kaard's midsection. Grabbing the hunched-over Kaard by the head, Grimm whips the challenger into the ropes, but when Kaard comes back, he catches Grimm on the side of the head with a beautifully-placed leg lariat that drops Grimm down to one-knee. Kaard quickly follows that up with a pele kick to take the World Champion to the mat and follows it up with a quick pin attempt that only garners a one-count. Ace Anderson: Kaard tried catching Grimm off-guard by making a pinfall there, but the World Champion said, “Not today.” Kaard and Grimm are both up to their feet at nearly the same time. Kaard runs up the body of Grimm and backflips off while looking for a momentum clothesline, but Grimm ducks under the attempt, which causes Kaard to go crashing to the mat.... Jerry Andrews: ...Kaard back up to his feet and Grimm nails him with a European uppercut, knocking him off his feet. Ace Anderson: I didn't know Grimm knew ANYTHING about Europe, but that uppercut showed he is a man well-traveled. Grimm drops to the mat and begins blantenly choking the challenger, right in-front of the face of the referee. The referee warns Grimm to break it up, but Grimm defies and the referee starts the mandatory five-count. Right before the ref counts to five Grimm releases the choke just to go right back to it. The ref tries to pry Grimm off of Kaard and Grimm levels a stern glare at the man and barks in his face, “I have 'til five!” Ace Anderson: Grimm is using an illegal choke but knows that he has until five to break it. Hey, it's in the rulebook! Senior Official Russo begins the count again, and again at four does Grimm break the hold. Instead of going for the choke a third time, Grimm gathers himself off the mat and begins stomping at The Adrenaline King methodically; First targeting the left shoulder, then the right shoulder, then the right side, then the right leg, then the left leg, to finally the left knee specifically. Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, Kaard had injured that knee in his match with Mr. Showtime at Trauma 187 and was seen wearing a brace at Trauma 188. Grimm knows exactly what he is doing. Ace Anderson: Sound strategy. Grimm didn't become World Champion by fluke, ya know? Besides, how can the high-flier fly with a bum leg. Grimm continues to stomp at the left knee, then drops down and begins hammerfisting it. Grimm then applies a single-leg-lock on the damaged knee. Referee Russo begins to check on Kaard, asking him if he wants to submit but Kaard screams no. Jerry Andrews: Grimm's really wrenching in that leg lock. I don't know if Justin's knee is going to hold. Ace Anderson: Kaard should have wore that brace. With Kaard locked into the submission hold and the referee focused on him, Grimm reaches out and grabs the bottom rope to add leverage to the submission, causing Kaard to scream out in even more pain. The Faithful in attendance are just as vocal as the man in the hold, jeering out so that the referee might be able to catch Grimm, but when Russo turns to face Grimm, Grimm lets go of the ropes right before. Russo notices the ropes shaking and asks Grimm if he had anything to do with it, but Grimm says, “NO, now ask him!” Russo goes to check on Kaard again, and again Grimm grabs the bottom rope. This time, however, Referee Russo speeds around to Grimm and catches him holding onto the ropes. The fans cheer when the referee orders Grimm to break the hold, but again, Grimm holds onto the submission until the referee counts to four. Jerry Andrews: It really seems as if Grimm does not care if he's disqualified here tonight. Ace Anderson: You might be right. The title wouldn't change hands due to disqualification, Jerry. When Grimm doesn't break the hold at five, the official takes it into his own hands and kicks at the arm of Grimm to break the hold. Ace Anderson: Russo is the Senior Referee, so he's been through a lot, but it takes a lot of nerve as an official to physical get involved with any competitor, let alone Grimm. That man must have a brass pair. Breaking the hold, Grimm gets to his feet and begins walking towards the referee who backs off smartly. Grimm then turns around and reaches down towards Kaard, who surprisingly catches Grimm in a small package. Jerry Andrews: One-two-and a kickout by the World Champion. Ace Anderson: I wouldn't call Kaard defeating Grimm an upset, but the bookies state that Grimm is the odds-on-favorite and Kaard nearly got him there. Grimm gets back to his feet and does a fist drop onto Kaard's left knee. Kaard instinctly grabs his leg but Grimm doesn't give him the opportunity to tend to it and violently pulls him up off the mat before drilling him with a Samoan Drop. Jerry Andrews: Grimm with the pin attempt. One, two, and...no, Kaard kicks out. Ace Anderson: And to the unskilled person, it may have looked as Kaard just kicked out, but to a trained professional, you can clearly see the power he used for that kickout came from his right side. Clearly, the damage has been done to the left knee. Jerry Andrews: Grimm may have permanently grounded the high-flier. Grimm once again picks himself and Kaard up off the mat, then takes him down with a drop-toehold before covering him again. Kaard once again kicks out at two, which causes The Lord of Misrule to pierce through the official with his gaze of contempt. Ace Anderson: Referee Russo may really want to rethink getting on Grimm's badside. Things tend to go snap, crackle, and pop when that happens. Lifting Kaard off the mat, Grimm tries to whip Kaard into the ropes, but Kaard's knee buckles before he even reaches it. A satisifed grin appears on The Hangtown Horror's face as he grabs Kaard off the mat and walks him over to the nearest turnbuckle. Kaard gets thrown in back first and Grimm scales the ropes to rain down with blows to the face of Kaard. The fans count along to eight, but Kaard somehow slides underneath Grimm as Grimm hits his fist on the top turnbuckle on the ninth blow. As Grimm turns around, Kaard delivers a right-on-the-money single leg dropkick to Grimm's face. Ace Anderson: What a clutch dropkick. Grimm falls into the corner and Kaard, hobbling, rushes in with a spinning wheel kick, dropping Grimm all the way down to the bottom turnbuckle. Kaard hits at his left knee, then tries shaking it off a bit, as he backs up. He looks into the crowd and then, with as much speed as he could muster, comes running in and hits Grimm with his signature flip senton! Ace Anderson: Kaard ROLLS THE DICE!! He meant the HELL out of that move! Jerry Andrews: But The Faithful are eating it up- listen to the roar of that crowd, Ace! Kaard gets off of Grimm and backs up as Grimm pulls himself up from the corner. He comes rushing at Kaard, who ducks a clothesline, then ducks a wild swing, before... Jerry Andrews: Pele kick from Kaard brings the World Champion to the mat. ….Kaard back to his feet waits for Grimm, who gets to a kneeling position. When Kaard sees this, he rushes out and does a projectile hurricarana. With gusto, Kaard drops down to make the pin, but Grimm once again kicks out at two. Ace Anderson: Another close near-fall. Those kick-outs are getting closer and closer to three as this one continues on. Kaard positions himself in a corner and waits for Grimm to get to his feet, and when he does, Kaard comes sprinting forward and nails him with a running knee smash. Jerry Andrews: Mach Five! Ace Anderson: And notice how Kaard used his right knee to hit that manuever and not his left. Very poise ring awareness there. Kaard once again looks out into the crowd and you can tell he's feeling their energy. He rushes to the nearest corner, his limp nearly gone. Ace Anderson: The adrenaline's running now. Scaling to the top, Justin looks out to the crowd and then leaps off with a beautiful corkscrew shooting star press. Jerry Andrews: SEATTLE SPACE WALK! SEATTLE SPACE WALK! THIS ONE'S ALL OVER! Upon impact, Kaard hooks the leg and makes the pin. With The Faithful and Jerry Andrews counting along, the ref makes the count. Jerry Andrews: ONE-TWO-THRENOOOO! Grimm kicks out! Ace Anderson: I really thought Justin had it there! What a match! These two will battle on. Kaard cannot believe Grimm kicked out and pounds at the mat in frustration and then holds three fingers to the ref as the fans chant: PCW Faithful: “THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* Not knowing what else to do, Kaard slowly gets to his feet. As Kaard gets to a standing position, Grimm has managed to get to his knees. Kaard uses this opportunity to begin throwing lightning fast kicks at the chest of Grimm, but after the fifth kick, Grimm manages to catch one of the kicks. Getting onto his feet while still holding Kaard's leg, Grimm dragon screw leg whips Kaard to the mat. Both men get to their feet and Grimm tosses Kaard down with a Wheelbarrrow Facebuster. Now it's Grimm's turn for a pin only for it to be kicked out at two. Grimm gets up and gets directly into the face of Referee Russo. Russo backs down, but assures Grimm it was only a two. During this exchange, Kaard pulled himself over to the corner and up to his feet. Grimm comes over to Justin but Justin comes running out and hits Grimm with a...hug? Not a bearhug, but a hug. Eyes closed and everything. Jerry Andrews: Grimm is completely befuddled. Ace Anderson: I AM completely befuddled. Grimm...returns the embrace? Ace Anderson: What the hell is going on here?! ….Except, Grimm uses his version to throw Kaard over his head in a release belly-to-belly suplex! Ace Anderson: Much better. However, Kaard lands on his feet. When Grimm turns to face him, Kaard kicks him in the gut, hooks the head, and then delivers the Adrenaline Rush! Grimm goes down and Kaard hops on top of him and hooks the leg. Jerry Andrews: ONE-TWO-THREE! Ace Anderson: KICKOUT! DING! DING! DING! Sasha Greene: The winner of the match...AND NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION...JUSTIN KAAAAARRRRD! Ace Anderson: WAIT, WHAT?! Grimm kicked out! A replay of the pin shows Grimm kicking out right after the official's hand hits the mat for the three count. Winner: Justin Kaard via Pinfall Jerry Andrews: It looks like Grimm kicked out just a tic too late. Grimm can't believe it! Grimm is livid and slides out of the ring. He begins tearing up the announce table, tossing chairs around, and throws a video camera half way up the entrance ramp. Inside the ring, referee Russo hands Kaard the belt, but when Grimm sees this he slides into the ring and charges at the ref, taking him down with a spear. Kaard interjects and pulls Grimm off of the official but is rewarded with a spectacular headbutt that he calls the Sword of Heimdall! Kaard begins to fall back, but with cat-like reflexes Grimm catches Kaard and nails him with The Harvest. Grimm follows it up with an arm triangle choke that he calls The Winding Stair. More officials come pouring from the back, as well as Pure Class Arena Security. Grimm finally releases the hold and then grabs the PCW Title. The fans are booing so loudly the view we see from the camera is shaking. Grimm drops the belt onto Kaard's face and then exits the ring as the feed fades out!!

PCW Mass Destruction IV Sunday April 16, 2014 Main Event Triple Threat Match for the World Championship Whitey Ford vs. Andy D vs. Eira Referee: Tyrone Little The music cuts off and the lights return to normal with the fans mumbling whispers of anticipation and the atmosphere in the ring thick with tension. Little holds the title up for the three competitors to take a good long look at and then hands it off to ringside. Jerry Andrews: There is no time left for preparations. The Main Event of Mass Destruction is here! Tyrone Little signals to the timekeeper and the bell rings out to a rapture of cheers. All three competitors exchange looks, wondering who will be the first to act but there is no movement. Eira, Andy and Ford take in the screams of the crowd and look from one of their opponents to the other to determine who the biggest threat is. Seemingly wanting a real rematch to their previous meeting, Eira and Andy D both turn their eyes to ‘The Asshole’ in their midst and take a step forward…. But before they get too far the wily Whitey stops, drops and rolls to the outside of the ring. Ace Anderson: Smart move by Whitey… not exactly brave, but smart. Andy and Eira want him out of the way so they can settle their score alone. As Whitey struts around ringside, pleased with his moment of genius, his opponents look back at each other and then, in a moment of mutual understanding, retreat to opposite sides of the ring and slides to the outside to join their opponent. It takes a couple of moments for Whitey to realize that he’s now surrounded, with nowhere to go but back into the squared circle. He weighs up his options, watching as the two World Champions (one current, one former) get closer and close before finally choosing to run and live another day… or at least a few more second. Whitey dives back into the ring as Eira and Andy get within touching distance and they follow him instinctively. As both pursuers get to their feet, Ford’s latent opportunism sparks and he turns straight into a sprint and throws both his arms out. Somehow both of them duck the Double Clothesline and Whitey carries his momentum into the opposite ropes. The reactions of Andy and Eira are quick, though, and they turn fast enough to catch him with a picture perfect Double Hip Toss! Jerry Andrews: That didn’t work out well for Whitey! Ace Anderson: And back to the outside he goes again… just not looking so smart this time! Andy follows Whitey to the ropes as he rolls outside clutching his back, but he stops short of joining him on the outside. Instead he realizes that he has taken his eye off the other participant in the match. Andy turns… straight into a lightning fast Shoot Kick to the knee from Eira! She follows it up with a combinations of quick kicks to the legs and chest that force Andy back to the ropes before he can get a defenze up. She grabs his arm and tries to whip him across the ring but Andy reverses and sends Eira into the ropes instead. This time Andy goes for a solo Hip Toss and lifts Eira off the mat... only for her to flip through the move with amazing agility and lands on her feet! The crowd gasp at the feat of athleticism but aren’t given long to think about it as Eira transitions seamlessly into an Armdrag, throwing Andy across the ring. Andy scrambles to his feet and comes back at Eira only to get caught with a second Armdrag. He jumps up one more time and Eira looks to hit another… but Andy slams on the brakes and she drops to the mat without the pay off. Before she can recover, Andy vaults her and rolls into a sudden Oklahoma Roll pin... One… Tw… Flying out of nowhere, Whitey jumps in and breaks up the pin. There is a moment where Ford is the only man standing, but it doesn’t last as both Eira and Andy get to their feet. Whitey decides to cut them off and first fires off a left slug at Andy before a right to Eira. He holds off both of his rivals with shot after shot until finally turning and hitting the ropes at speed. Both opponents snap out of their daze at the same time and lunge forward with Stereo Clotheslines… only for Whitey to duck this time. Both Eira and Andy turn around but Andy sees what’s coming sooner, or maybe Ford just targets the World Champion on purpose… either way he throws a ferocious Running Dropkick straight into her face and sends Eira sprawling across the mat while Andy dodges. Jerry Andrews: Dear god what a boot! He damn near took Eira’s head off! Ford climbs back to his feet but Andy has already hit the ropes and nails him in the face with a Jumping Heel Kick! The action is fast and frenzied as Whitey tries to get back to his feet, only reaching a knee before Mr D hits a Running Dropkick to the side of his head. With Ford dazed, Andy turns his attention to where he feels naturally at home… Ace Anderson: Things are about to get interesting, Jerry! Like a blur Andy scales the corner and reaches the top turnbuckle just as both Whitey and Eira regain their feet in the middle of the ring. Both are still stunned and Andy takes a second to steady himself and lift his arms high into the air, bringing out a massive cheer from the PCW Faithful who push him forward. Andy quickly throws himself off the top rope and slams a foot each into the sternum of both his opponents with a spectacular Flying Double Dropkick! Eira and Ford fly across the right toward the ropes as the fans get their feet and begin to chant… “AN-DY-DEE! AN-DY-DEE! AN-DY-DEE!” Jerry Andrews: Well I guess we know where the fans’ allegiances are! Ace Anderson: Andy is one of the most popular superstars in PCW history, the fans are behind him all the way! But don’t think he’s the only one out there with fans. Using the ropes to drag themselves up, ‘The Asshole’ and ‘The Untouchable’ climb to their respective feet and Andy scouts them from the other side of the ring. Once they’re up, Andy takes off and runs at them, about to hit a Double Clothesline to knock them both to the outside until both duck and fling Andy high into the air! Jerry Andrews: WHOA! Ace Anderson: Is it a bird…! Andy D flies up and over the top rope and lands, somehow managing to break his fall slightly with his legs, on the outside with a crash! The crowd gasps in awe, but is relieved when Andy starts to try to get to his feet, showing that he’s alright. Inside the ring Whitey shows his opportunism again and lands a high kick to the head of Eira and follows it with a Standing Clothesline over the top rope! Jerry Andrews: Eira’s hanging on in there! Ace Anderson: It’ll take more than that to get rid of her! Whitey stumbles back to the middle of the ring, expecting a moment or two to recoup his energy, but the cheers of the crowd tell him to look around. Once he does he sees Eira hanging onto the top rope and puts together a plan to get rid of her. He hits the opposite ropes and rebounds with pace before throwing himself toward Eira’s midsection with a full-force Rehab Spear… but Eira moves! Instead of a Spear, Whitey flies straight through the middle ropes and crashes into a recovering Andy D with an accidental Suicide Dive, slamming his shoulder straight into Andy’s head! Jerry Andrews: I don’t know if Eira knows quite how lucky she got! Dodging such a vicious move and inadvertently eliminating one of her opponents! Ace Anderson: And I don’t think she’s going to settle for just one! Whitey stumbles to his feet, not quite understanding what just happened, but as he does Eira regains her composure on the apron. Taking one look backwards, she watches as Whitey turns back towards the ring an springs off the middle rope, throwing herself backwards. Whitey can’t move in time and he gets caught with a phenomenal Asai Moonsault from the World Champion! The crowd pops with a massive cheer as Eira lands on her feet and lifts her arm in exhilaration, spurring her to grab Andy by the head and roll him back into the ring. She quickly hooks the leg to try and get the win… One… Two…. NO! Andy gets his shoulder up and Eira quickly refocuses, taking him by the head again and pulling him back to his feet. With her opponent still dazed from the unprotected impact on the outside, Eira begins to slice away at him with high powered, precision kicks. First to the knees, then to the chest and finishing with a Solebutt to the gut. Andy drops to a knee with an audible grunt of pain and immediately Eira lifts her leg high into the air like a 14 year old Russian Gymnast and brings the sole of her boot down on top of his skull with a brutal Axe Kick! As Andy drops to the mat and tries to regain his bearings, the World Champion goes to the turnbuckles, climbing to the top with uncanny speed. Jerry Andrews: I don’t know how much more damage Andy can take to his head, Tyrone Little seems awfully concerned, especially after that collision with Whitey earlier! Ace Anderson: You know the referee will be looking for signs of a concussion after all these shots, but if there’s even a one in a hundred chance Andy can continue, you know he’ll take it! Eira looks up from the top turnbuckle and finds Andy struggling to get up to his feet. He is visibly groggy and barely able to stand but somehow he does and turns on uneasy feet. Showing no mercy, Eira throws herself off the top and wraps her legs around Andy’s head… but somehow Andy prevents the Flying Hurricanrana and jumps before driving Eira straight down into a ring-shaking Sit-Out Powerbomb! The arena is in awe of Andy’s uncharacteristic power-move, so much so that it takes a moment for Tyrone Little to notice that Eira’s shoulders are down for the count. He drops and counts… One… Whitey is still nowhere to be seen! Two…. TH…NO! The World Champion lifts her shoulder off the mat a split second before the three and half the crowd breathes a sigh of relief while the other half grumbles in frustration. Struggling back to his feet, Andy staggers and falls back against the ropes and needs to use them to steady himself for a moment. Then, however, the adrenaline begins to flow through his system and he looks more aware… aware enough to see an opportunity forming. He climbs out onto the apron, his eyes on Eira all the time, and grips the top rope, waiting for his opponent to start recovering. Slowly Eira pushes herself to her knees but she’s stunned and confused and doesn’t see Andy as he sets himself. Jerry Andrews: I don’t think the ropes are a good idea for him right now! Andy’s head is clear though and he jumps high onto the top rope, about to throw himself off into the Springboard Blockbuster and……. A hand grabs his foot from nowhere! Whitey Ford does just enough to upset the balance of Andy and instead of flying at Eira he collapses in mid-air and falls straight down, landing throat first on the top rope in a sickening impact! Jerry Andrews: Andy just got hung on the rope! Ace Anderson: And the opportunist strike again! Ford is back in this contest with a vengeance! Whitey slides into the ring with the slithery motion of a viper, though he doesn’t appear to be hearing voices as he decisively springs off the mat and charges forward. Eira just about snaps out of her daze in time to see Whitey slam into her with a devastating Rehab Spear, driving her to the mat in a pile! He takes his chance and hooks the leg quickly… One… Two…. THR..NO! Jerry Andrews: Eira’s still in it somehow! Kick out! Eira does the smart thing and looks for safety after a couple of bad hits, rolling to the outside and leaving Ford alone inside the ring. Ace Anderson: This could be the turning point of the match, Ford has two injured opponents and one all to himself! Whitey sees Andy clinging onto the top rope after his improvised Guillotine and goes after him, taking aim on the exposed and defenzeless head with a hard combo of rights. Andy just about manages to keep himself attached to the ring but that is no deterrent to Ford who just keeps the shots coming. Right after right after right comes down on Andy but still he’s latched onto the top rope like a barnacle. Jerry Andrews: Shot after shot and still Andy won’t give in! Ace Anderson: He’s got heart, maybe not a lot of brains to stand up to that abuse instead of dropping to the outside for safety, but definitely heart. Realizing the punches are getting him nowhere, Whitey takes a step back and fires a high Roundhouse Kick straight into the side of Mr D’s skull! Finally Andy releases the top rope and drops to the apron, though he still refuses to drop to the floor. Now clearly frustrated, Whitey retreats back to the middle of the ring and takes aim before rushing forward. He thrusts with a wild boot through the middle rope…. And Andy moves! Before Whitey can react, Andy grabs his leg and twists whilst simultaneously throwing himself off the apron to the floor! Jerry Andrews: Dragon Screw! My god he could have torn Whitey’s knee apart with that! Ace Anderson: When you’re in the ring with Eira and Andy, the last thing you need is to have your mobility severely limited. Whitey is going to have serious problems now! Smelling blood, Andy jumps back onto the apron while shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He takes a second to plan his attack but then methodically takes Whitey’s injured leg and threads it between the middle and bottom ropes so that it is completely stuck and exposed. Andy lifts his arm to the crowd and motions for a little sing along, then pounds a Shoot Kick straight into his vulnerable knee. The fans count along with gusto; “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!...” but a tenth kick doesn’t come. Instead, Andy pulls back a little and throws all of his weight into a Running Front Dropkick straight to that injured leg that finally jars it free. Jerry Andrews: Andy is showing a ruthless streak that we haven’t seen in a long time! Ace Anderson: And he has to! He’s in the ring with two of the best and he needs to pull out every trick in the book to win. All of them do! Whitey scrambles backwards, trying to put some distance between himself and Andy, but without his left leg he’s too slow. Andy catches him and looks to hook him up into a Single Leg Crab, but as he turns to lock in the hold Eira flies in from nowhere! Nobody noticed her climb to the top and she catches Andy completely off guard with a Flying Hurricanrana, throwing Andy across the ring while Ford takes his chance and rolls to the outside of the ring to rest. Jerry Andrews: Where the hell did she come from?! Ace Anderson: Who cares! The momentum is shifting all over the place, now Eira’s in the driver's seat! Andy climbs to his feet and looks around, dazed by the sudden jolt across the ring. In that second, Eira is back on him with a combo of vicious kicks, those educated feet going to work yet again and driving Andy back toward the corner. With nowhere to go, Andy covers up and tries to block the incoming kicks but Eira gets up close and personal instead with a barrage of Muay Thai Knee Strikes to the ribs. The damage done, Eira pulls back and retreats across the ring, revelling in the support from the crowd as she does. She finally turns and sprints toward the corner before executing a perfectly formed Cartwheel and jumping toward the corner for the trademark transition into a Dropkick.... only for Andy to take evasive action! He rolls out of the corner and across the ring just as Eira is in mid-air and, somehow, she adapts and lands feet first on the middle rope. With a picture in her mind of where Andy would have ended up, she doesn’t even risk a second to look backwards and throws herself into a blind spin, hoping to catch Andy with a Flying Double Axe Handle. But as she turns, Andy has already recovered and rushes straight at Eira, catching her out of the air and hitting a quaking Running STO that lands Eira straight on the back of her head! Jerry Andrews: The STO! Andy D caught Eira with the STO out of nowhere! Ace Anderson: She’s down and there’s no Whitey Ford in sight to buy her time! Clutching her neck in pain, Eira pushes herself onto all-fours and tries to regain some notion of where she is. As she’s doing that, Andy is crouched in the corner and the fans are at fever pitch because they know what’s coming. He signals just as Eira pops her head clear above the parapet and charges, jumping before smashing a full-force Shining Wizard straight into Eira’s skull! Jerry Andrews: DRAGON’S BITE! HE HIT IT! Ace Anderson: Make the cover, Andy! But just as Andy is about to crawl over to his downed opponent for the cover, Whitey Ford claws himself up onto the apron and tries to climb into the ring. Andy D sees him out of the corner of his eye and knows he wouldn’t have time to make the count. Instead he gets to his feet and throws himself at Ford, blasting him off the apron with a Running Dropkick! Jerry Andrews: Eira still isn’t moving! Andy turns and, now that the coast is clear, drops into a pin and hooks the leg deep! ONE! TWO! THREE! Ace Anderson: NO! EIRA got the shoulder up! Andy glares up at Tyrone Little who makes the quick but very clear signal… only two! Eira survives by the slimmest of margins, but at what cost?! It doesn’t concern Andy who has only one thing in mind, putting her away for good. He makes his way to the corner again, this time not bothering to signal because it’s very clear what he intends to do. There’s no telling the damage done to Eira by the Shining Wizard, but it’s clear the effects are lasting as she pushes herself painfully slowly toward her feet. The crowd are on their feet now, half chanting “LETS GO EIRA!” and the others replying with “AN-DY-DEE!” with deafening volume. Eira must hear it as she pushes herself to a knee and lifts her head once more. Andy pounces and aims the second Shining Wizard… but before he can make the jump Eira makes her own lunge forward, wrapping an arm around Andy’s waist and rolling him backwards into a School Boy pin! ONE! TWO! THR….NO! The shock of being caught nearly gave Eira the win, but Andy pushes out at the last moment and bounces back to his feet. Eira does the same but this time Eira catches him with a Small Package! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Even closer this time, but Andy lives to fight on! If Tyrone Little’s palm had been just a little fatter we’d have a new champion! This time they both get to their feet at the same time and rush toward each other, and again it is Eira that takes the advantage, wrapping her arms around the waist of Andy and this time pushing forward. The Untouchable forces Andy chest first into the ropes and rolls backward with Andy in toe, landing his shoulders on the mat with an O’Connor Roll pin! ONE! TWO! THR….. Jerry Andrews: FORD! Just as Whitey Ford re-enters the ring, Eira catches sight of him and instinctively attacks. Ford may or may not have got there for the break, but Eira takes the chance to intercept him with a High Roundhouse Kick to the temple! With the shot, Whitey tumbles back to the outside of the ring, clutching his head but also with a look of pure anger on his face. Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Ford likes being kept out of this contest. Ace Anderson: If somebody was taking away your chance at fighting for the PCW World Title, wouldn’t you be pissed? As Andy and Eira tussle in the ring, Whitey has finally had enough. He makes his way over to the commentary position and sends a cameraman flying as he throws him out of the way to get to his real goal. There is a sharp clang and he snaps something shut and carries it away toward the ring. Jerry Andrews: Wait, what the hell is he doing?! Ace Anderson: This is in ALL cases would be a disqualification, but Eddie has a difficult decision ahead of him.  Does he ruin the Main Event with a disqualification or does he try to let things slide?! Ford hears the chorus of boos rippling around the arena and decides he likes it, so he turns it into a roar of discontent by lifting his newly acquired steel chair high above his head for all to see. The two in the ring seem unaware as Eira locks up Andy in a Waist Lock and tries for a German Suplex. It’s unsuccessful as Andy fights back and reverses into a Waist Lock of his own. Still the attempt at a German Suplex is resisted and Eira replies with a much less subtle Back Elbow to the face. Two more and Andy’s grips finally loosens and Eira reaches back into a Three Quarter Facelock. It looks like she’s trying to lift herself up for a Standing Shiranui attempt but still Andy resists. Eira tries one more time, throwing herself up into the air and NEARLY over the top of Andy, but he throws her forward to escape! Eira’s agility pays off and she manages to hook her legs around Whitey's neck!  Twisting into an attempted hurricanrana, Whitey holds on for dear life and rebuffs the attempt ... the chair dropped so he may spin with Eira's momentum.  Holding her aloft long enough to take control and ....  BOOM! He drops to his knees and lands a sick spinning powerbomb on the lighter World Champion! The crowd OOOOOH's in response to the reversal and Whitey drops onto Eira's prone body for a pinfall attempt. Ace: It looks like Eddit doesn't have to make a DQ call just yet, Jerry! ONE! TWO! THR…NO! Somehow Eira gets her shoulder up after taking that incredible powerbomb. It does nothing to temper Whitey’s arrogance and anger though and he gets to his feet intent to do more damage and finish it for good.  Ford moves to Eira and pulls her back to her feet by the hair. Without resistance, he lands a boot to the stomach and hauls her all the way up into the ‘Razors Edge’ position with all of his remaining strength. Jerry Andrews: Eira is absolutely out of it! If Whitey hits the Backtoss Piledriver it’s all over! Whitey is about to drive Eira down and claim his first PCW World Title when out of nowhere Andy D returns with a completely unprotected Superkick to the jaw! Ford stays absolutely still for a moment and then crumbles like a pillar of sand into the mat, dropping Eira as he does! Eira quietly rolls out of the ring clutching her head in agony and Dr Suresh at ringside makes a path for her immediately, concerned about the after effects of the that sick spinning powerbomb.  In the ring, however, Andy is showing the same ill-effects and stumbles backwards even after managing the Superkick. It takes a few seconds for him to manage to pull himself out of the corner he lands in, by which time Ford has already pushed himself up to his feet. Both men have the same notion; finish this match now! Andy and Whitey both charge forward and it is Andy that throws out an arm first for a Clothesline. Whitey, slightly slower on the draw due to his injured left leg is forced to duck and both competitors screen to a half by opposite turnbuckles and turn on a dime to face each other. Immediately they charge again and this time Whitey has to anticipate what is coming due to his injury… but so does Andy D. Ford is about to throw himself forward with another Rehab Spear when Andy sidesteps ... Whitey smacking the metal corner post with his head!  Taking his time to extricate himself from the ropes, Whitey staggers backwards straight into a Running STO right in the middle of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford has to be out cold thanks to the cornerpost! Ace Anderson: Andy just needs to finish the job! Panting with exhaustion, Andy sees that Ford is down in the middle but his experience of this match tells him that appearing dead does not make you a corpse. Not convinced, Andy turns to the corner and begins to climb from the inside with something big in mind. His head is swimming though and the damage from the match has clearly had an effect on his balance as he struggles to make it up to the top. Jerry Andrews: Andy is swaying badly, he could have a concussion after the abuse he’s suffered but he still won’t give up! Andy pushes himself to reach the top turnbuckle and finally he perches there, crouched and ready. He takes one last look over his shoulder to measure the distance and… THWACK! The sound of flesh on flesh is sickening and the crowd is silenced as they look not to Whitey Ford in the middle of the ring as he is still out cold … but to the apron, where Eira is returning to her feet Having just vaulted from the second rope to land an AMAZING free-legged enzugiri, Andy barely moves except to drop into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. His head lolls back and forth in an unconscious stupor. Ace Anderson: Any means necessary! Eira just turned Andy’s head into a bowl of soup! The PCW Faithful are stunned by the impact but Eira is not, she acts with purpose and urgency and climbs the turnbuckles from the outside. Once she reaches the top she takes one more look around and jumps onto Andy’s shoulders, tumbling backwards and throwing him, head first for good measure, down to the mat with a dead-thump with the Reverse Top Rope Hurricanrana! Jerry Andrews: The Crown of Thorns! Andy D is unconscious! Eira climbs to her feet and takes a step forward to make the match winning pin and… Jerry Andrews: REHAB SPEAR! REHAB SPEAR! Ford flies across the ring from nowhere, clearly playing possum in the middle of the ring as Andy made his ascent. He slams into Eira with all the pace his knee can muster, sending Eira crashing to the mat and clutching her ribs that may be broken. The crowd is in awe as, somehow, the battered and badly limping Whitey Ford stumbles across the mat and drops on top of the still motionless Andy D… Jerry Andrews: Whitey pins! ONE! TWO! Eira pushes herself off the mat with everything she has left, diving to make the interference… THREE! …but she’s too late! Tyrone Little slams his hand down, Whitey Ford gets the historic three count! Jerry Andrews: We have a new PCW World Champion! Whitey Ford wins! Ace Anderson: PCW’s own Ultimate Opportunist has won the biggest prize in the game! The bell rings out just as Eira hits the mat again, drained and broken by such a long and exhaustive match. All three competitors are motionless on the mat as ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex hits the PA System, and event most of the fans can appreciate what a herculean effort all of the participants put in…. but especially the man they have booed all through the match. The cheers are genuine now though and slowly they begin to filter through as Whitey begins to move. Jerry Andrews: Say what you will about Whitey Ford, he put everything on the line and he walks out of the grandest stage of them all as the PCW World Champion for the very first time! Ace Anderson: He deserves the championship after that effort, but Eira and Andy D both came within a hair of walking out as champions. Taking this loss will not be easy for them, but they’ll have to swallow it! Tyrone Little jumps out to ringside and moves to the timekeeper’s table where he collects the PCW World Title belt and makes a beeline for the ring again. Now Ford has managed to push himself to a knee, Little present him with HIS belt and lifts his arm to a great applause from the respectful PCW Faithful. As Whitey Ford holds the title for the first time, the paramedics at ringside are busy dealing with Andy D who is still unconscious following the damage done to him in the final moments of the match, and Eira has rolled out of the ring and is now sat with her head hanging low on the ramp. No matter how much effort she put up, losing the title in such a way has clearly devastated her and a look of complete disbelief and sorrow is written on her face. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER AND…. NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION, WHITEY FORD! Winner and NEW World Champion: Whitey Ford The cameras refocus on the ring just as Whitey mounts the corner and holds the title belt aloft with tired arms, and the sky explodes with a cloud of multi-colored confetti. The paper-rain showers Whitey who is too ecstatic to notice and gives the cameraman a ‘Mass Destruction Moment’ by kissing the title belt and holding it over his shoulder where it now belongs. There it sits as the celebrations continue and the cameras fade to black.

Mass Destruction VII Sunday, March 19th, 2017 Main Event For the World Championship Cage Match The only way to win is to escape. No DQ, no countout, no pinfalls or submissions. Grimm vs “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce Referee: Eric Russo The ref calls for the bell as Grimm and Fierce circle each other. Both men tie up, but Grimm is quick to bury a knee to Firece's gut, followed quickly by another, and another, driving Dan to the corner in the process. The Hangtown Horror Irish whips Fierce across the ring, but the Fabulous One reverses it. Fierce follows in closely with a missile drop kick. Grimm collapses, clutching his chest as Fierce pops to his feet. The Fabulous One unloads with a series of kicks across the chest, capped off with an enziguri that acquaints Grimm with the mat. Grimm flips over onto his back while Fierce bounds off of the second rope, back flipping in a lionsault. Grimm scouts the move, getting his knees up in time to greet the incoming threat. Dan holds his aching ribcage, giving Grimm all the respite he needs to stand. Grimm grasps his opponent, pulling him up and planting him right back down with a Foddershock. The Lord of Misrule gathers his quarry, pulling Fierce to his feet and rushing him face first into the chain link cage wall. Fierce stumbles back into a gut wrench back breaker. Unrelenting, Grimm stomps the World Champion about the neck and shoulders prior to a devastating freefalling headbutt. Grimm leaps to his feet, eyeballing the cage door. Jerry Andrews: Uh oh! It looks like Grimm may be thinking of an early escape. Ace Anderson: You have a brain made for radio, you know that? Sure enough, Grimm calls for the door to be opened as he makes his way. He ducks between the second and third ropes, but Fierce has rallied upright and caught the Hangtown Horror before he could find freedom. Grimm turns awkwardly to face his foe, attempting back elbows, but Fierce answers with those educated feet, wearing the challenger down enough to grab the cage door and slam it in Dillinger's face. Hard. That leaves him draped over the second turnbuckle. Fierce grins widely, the mischievous wheels spinning in the devious diva's mind. Fierce grabs both of Grimm's legs and pulls his body out to where only his head and shoulders are on the corner. Fierce rears back and... Ace Anderson: HOLY *censored*!!! He just kicked Grimm in the mommy-daddy button! Jerry Andrews: It's perfectly legal in this match. Unsettling to watch, but legal. Grimm wilts to the corner as Fierce gets a running start for a bronco buster. Fierce latches onto a fistful of ginger beard, snapmaring the Hangtown Horror to the center of the ring. The Fabulous One rebounds off of the ropes, connecting with a shining wizard to the back of Grimm's head. Fierce drops to one knee, clasping his nemesis in a chin lock to wear the fight out of him. Phinehas shifts this way and that to loosen Dan's grip, but the glitter loving glamazon keeps his grip until the Lord of Misrule struggles to his feet, bringing Fierce with him and then back to the mat with a back drop. Grimm gains his vertical base, pulling his enemy with him and throwing him at the ropes. Grimm gifts his glamorous foe a Samoan drop on the bounce. The Elder Dillinger pulls his opponent up, dropping him back down with a Lament Configuration. With Fierce groggy, Grimm rushes to the corner, scaling the cage, looking for another escape attempt. He makes it to the top turnbuckle before a revitalized Fierce leaps from the mat to the top alongside Grimm, assailing him with a flurry of punches. Grimm responds in kind with fists of his own, accentuated with one final headbutt that reintroduces the Fabulous One to the effects of gravity. He starts to resume his flight before having second thoughts after seeing the prone Fierce. The Lord of Misrule take to a flight of a different kind with a leaping headbutt... ...That misses! Fierce barely manages to roll out of the path. Grimm and Fierce both wobble to their feet. They trade more blows, but Fierce blocks his opponent's last one, whipping him to the ropes and following right behind with a dropkick that drives Grimm against the fence. Grimm falls to the mat, rolling under the ropes and against the cage wall. Fierce gets a head of steam, doing a baseball slide into Grimm's breadbasket. Snagging a handful of crimson locks, Fierce pulls Grimm to his feet, threading him through the inside of the second rope and the cage side of the top one. Fierce pulls back like an archer aiming his bow, and releases, giving Grimm the chance to get facially intimate with the chain link. Jerry Andrews: I think Grimm is busted open! Sure enough, a trickle of essence begins to drip down from the Lord of Misrule's forehead. Fierce drums his foe with a few well placed boots to the noggin before he decides to make his own attempt at leaving this mess behind. Fierce gets to the top of the cage when suddenly... "Bad Man," by Bobaflex shatters the airwaves. Dan looks confused as Whitey Ford strolls with a purpose down the runway, mouthing some choice words for the reigning World Champion. By the time he reaches the cage, both he and Fierce are having quite the verbal exchange. Before he realizes it, Whitey scales the chain link, clasping Fierce by the face and shoving him unceremoniously back into the ring. Ford peers under the ring, producing a chair and ordering the door to be opened. He begins to make his way into the ring when the zebra blocks him. Ford continues to scream at the ref, pointing an accusatory finger at both Fierce and Grimm. He draws the chair back in a threatening fashion to the official. Despite it being a no DQ match, Russo takes exception to the interference and threats, banishing Whitey back to the locker room. Ford slams the chair down in frustration, but circles the ring, grabbing weapons of all sorts and tossing them into the ring before security finally rushes down to escort the fuming Ford away. Whitey gets in one final ominous prediction as the crowd jeers his forced exit; "I HOPE YOU KILL EACH OTHER!" Ace Anderson: Wow. Just Wow. Who would have thought we would have seen Whitey come out and do that? Jerry Andrews slowly raises his hand. Ace blinks at him. Ace Anderson: Shut up. Ford's been on the up-and-up since his return and you know it. The ring, littered with chairs, a sledge hammer, a small step ladder, a metal trash can and lid, a purse, and of course, a shovel, now looks like a tornado upchucked in the middle of the match. The physically drained competitors begin to stir from their unscheduled break, eyeballing the debris in the ring with no clue how it got there. Russo attempts to clear the middle of the ring as Grimm and Fierce stagger to their feet. Fierce snags the closest implement to him; the sledge. He scans the device with bewilderment, as if he's never seen one in his life. He gets a look on his face that would give Mommy Dearest herself cause to pause. Then he licks the sledge seductively as he reaches into his tights to add a bit of glittery sparkle to the tool. Grimm likewise spies a chair, arming himself with that briefly just before his eyes lock onto his favorite weapon. He drops the chair, trading it for the official Dillinger shovel. He spins it in his hand, feeling the weight. Satisfied with his choice, he hefts it high above his head and charges. He brings it down, whiffing it just past the dodgy Fierce, who retaliates by driving the head of the hammer deep into Grimm's ribs. Fierce drives the business end of the tool home again, causing Grimm to lose his weapon. Dan slings Grimm across the ring, rushing at him to clothesline him with the sledge, but the wily woodsman ducks, connecting with a Lament Configuration with the sledge handle across Fierce's neck. HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! As the crowd voices it approval of the action, Grimm, his face rapidly becoming a half mask of crimson, gathers a chair, ramming it down into his opponent's chest mercilessly. Grimm uses the chair to work on the neck of the prone Fabulous One, placing the chair around Fierce's neck and stomping for good measure. Dan lay on the mat, nearly unmoving as the Hangtown Horror scales the turnbuckles. He eyeballs the top of the cage and then his susceptible opponent. Jerry Andrews: What does Grimm have planned here? Is he trying to escape or what? Ace Anderson: I don't... Know. He wouldn't... Without pretense, Grimm spins on the turnbuckle and leaps! Fierce manages to barely escape the impact, the chair still tenuously around his neck. He stirs while Grimm grasps his aching ribs from the missed attempt at a splash. The Fabulous One gets on a knee, removing the chair and looking at it with a vengeful glare. He staggers to standing, rearing back with the implement and returning the loving steel caresses Grimm so generously gave him just a few minutes earlier. Satisfied that his foe isn't getting up real soon, Fierce calls for the door to be opened. Just as he sticks his torso between the ropes, Grimm grabs hold of his ankle and begins gnawing on the calf just above the boot. Fierce screams in agony, turning and kicking at his rabid nemesis. "BITCH!" shouts Fierce, climbing back into the ring after finally physically "convincing" Grimm to release his leg. He rushes over, snatching the purse and returns, beating Grimm none-too-lightly about the head and shoulders with the item before dumping a couple of now disintegrated bricks out from within. He bends down to pull Grimm to his feet, but he's greeted by a black mist to the eyes! Fierce yowls in shock, stumbling around the ring and taking wild, blind swings at air. Grimm spits in Fierce's direction, crawling over to the door with impunity. He starts to crawl through when a commotion next to the timekeeper's table gets the crowd's attention. A man with shoulder length hair and a mustache jumps over the barricade, grabbing the bell and charging the escaping Grimm. Ace Anderson: Isn’t that Bob King, the guy we saw earlier with Whitey Ford? Jerry Andrews: I believe it is! And he just lambasted Grimm with the bell! King shoves Grimm most of the way back into the ring before letting the door do the rest of dirty work. Security quickly rushes the ring, overcoming the relatively unknown man as he shouts, "Whitey sends his regards." It takes several men, but they manage to direct King to the back and away from the action. The fans give a mixture of responses to the newcomer as he's being given the bum's rush. Meanwhile, in the ring, Fierce drags Grimm to the center of the ring, dropping a few elbows on the back of his already ringing noggin. The Fabulous One hits the ropes, but before he can react, Grimm pops up like a Jack-in-the-box hitting a Foddershock that hangs Fierce on the second rope. Grimm, nearly running blind thanks to his own blood trickling into his eyes, yanks Fierce from the ropes, shoving his face into the fence several times, finally getting a stroke of blood payment from his opponent. Grimm recovers his shovel as Fierce is draped over the top turnbuckle, hoping to recover. With a mighty swing, the Lord of Misrule pastes the flamboyant champion with a thunderous slap of metal to skin. Fierce sucks in air as he wilts to the mat. Grimm follows his prey, delivering another horrendous blow with the garden utensil. One final swing welts Fierce's back hard enough to snap the handle. Grimm discards the weapon actually stepping on Dan as he scales the cage to attempt to escape. An aching World Champion struggles to his feet to stop his foe from exiting. Fierce manages to painfully gain a grip on the Hangtown Horror's tights, using all of his weight to pull and yank, Grimm fighting every bit of the way. At last, Fierce manages to unceremoniously dump Dillinger back into the center of the ring. Both men lay in the ring, exhausted from their battle. Jerry Andrews: Both champ and challenger are down! Ace Anderson: But there's no count! This can only be won when one of them gets out of there. Nearly half a minute passes before either man stirs, but Fierce is first. He crawls over to the purse and begins to rifle around in one of the pockets, producing a rubber band. Grimm starts to slowly work his way to the cage door once more. In desperation, Fierce leaps onto Grimm, smashing his foe's face against the chain link. Reaching through the fence, Dan deftly uses the rubber band to tie Grimm's beard to the fence! Convinced that his enemy isn't going anywhere, Fierce slowly ascends the turnbuckles. Grimm spins his body, panicked by the ensnarement, aiming his feet at the door. He calls for the door to open, but he can barely get a half leg out. Grimm tries to reach the floor as Fierce manages to get to the outside of the cage. Grimm's eyes grow wide as he lets out a blood curdling scream. He yanks once, twice... Fierce leaps down from the halfway point... Russo calls for the bell! DING DING DING! Jerry Andrews: What just happened? Who won? Ace Anderson: I'm not sure Jerry. Sasha Green: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... and NEW World Champion... GRIMM!" The camera pans in on Grimm as he's handed the belt, blood dripping from the place where parts of his beard used to be. The camera zooms in on the cage, ginger curls still hanging like a demented ribbon. The Faithful let out a collective gasp while Grimm stands on unstable knees, holding his reclaimed gold aloft. Fierce lays out on the runway, completely spent, and totally disheartened by the decision. Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! What a match! Ace Anderson: Did... Grimm just sacrifice part of his beard? Jerry Andrews: He did, indeed, Ace. How many people do you know who will do that in order to win? Ace Anderson: I'm in shock. And awe. What a way to end a pay-per-view. A well deserved win and the 6th time Grimm has held the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! Jerry Andrews: There's a reason he's one of most feared legends within the PCW halls. This just proves that he is as good as he says he is. Ace Anderson: No doubt!

Jerry Andrews: Folks, we asked you on PureClassWrestling.com which World Championship match was the best in Mass Destruction history, and these two came out at the top! 

Ace Anderson: So, while we've seen a lot of great championship matches tonight, it's now time to take a look at the two greatest World Championship matches in Mass Destruction history! Enjoy!

PCW Mass Destruction III Sunday, March 31, 2013 MAIN EVENT World Championship Match Triple Threat Sean Rhodes (©) vs. “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght vs. Grimm Referee: Tyrone Little Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship! The fans cheer and then the Pure Class Arena lights go dim. A shuddering bell toll rings throughout the arena, and then the toll is followed by, in a slow rhythm, three more tolls. An electric guitar riff begins to start; the slow and melodic riff of, “Hell's Bells” by AC/DC. Mark Long: Introducing first...currently residing in Buffalo, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pound...standing six feet, two inches... From behind the entrance curtain steps Sean Rhodes. When Sean steps through the curtain, the PCW World Championship is proudly displayed on his shoulder, while the look on Sean's face is one of total elation. Mark Long: ...He is your Pure Class Wrestling World Champion...SEEEAANNNN RHHHOOOODDEEEESSS! Jerry Andrews: I don't believe I've ever seen Rhodes this happy before. It truly is an amazing sight to see a man who started in PCW on the lowest of levels fulfill his dream of headlining Mass Destruction as the PCW World Champion. Al Laiman: I know first hand, through my battles with the man, that he has come a long way. But if Grimm or Showtime have their say, Sean's, no pun intended, road ends today. I wonder how he's handling being introduced first for this contest, though. I've known many a champion feel highly offended by having to be announced before their opponents. As Sean smiles, he begins to walk down the entrance ramp, high-fiving many of the fans along the way. Jerry Andrews: He seems to be taking it fine, by me. While he is doing this, roughly ten seconds into the guitar riff, a cymbal begins to chime. The cymbal hits eight times in time with the guitar riff, and it's as with every hit of the cymbal, Sean Rhodes meets it with more hard-hitting high-fives to the fans in attendance. Al Laiman: It still baffles my mind, to this day, to see Sean Rhodes high-fiving fans and giving hugs. Jerry Andrews: Sean has been a changed man, for quite some time, Al. I've said it before, but Sean has come a long way since his days as Non Compos Mentis. No different than how Ace Anderson went from “Greatness in the Flesh” to the humble man he is today. Al Laiman: I suppose that's true. It's just...still weird to me. Medication and counseling can do wonders for a man's psyche. After the eighth cymbal crash, a stronger thud begins to hit. On the final strike the guitar riff suddenly grows quicker and harder and as Sean reaches the bottom of the ramp the lyrics begin to blast through the Pure Class Arena sound system. The feed quickly cuts to a large group of what appears to be fifteen to twenty homeless people out in the crowd, before switching back to Rhodes at the bottom of the ramp. Al Laiman: Is that a bunch of...hobos?...in the crowd there, Jerry? Jerry Andrews: Those men there were specially invited guests of the World Champion. A way for Sean Rhodes to pay homage to his past and give these individuals a chance to see something they would have otherwise not have had the option to do. Rhodes walks up the ring steps, onto the apron and into the ring. Rhodes, who first gives Mark Long a glance, turns to the entrance ramp as “Hell's Bells” fades out as “Winter Shaker” by Woven Hand fades in. Mark Long: ...And his opponent...about to make his entrance...from Hangtown, Kentucky...standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and seventeen pounds...The Hangtown Horror... A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" seeps from the Pure Class Arena sound system. Stepping from out to bask in the light and shadows stands, with his head bowed, arms limp, and rogue strands of dripping hair covering his face, is Phinehas Grimm. Mark Long: ...PHINEHAS GRRRRRIIIMMMMMMM! Grimm takes the cheers, the jeers, and the moment in for a few seconds before beginning his long, methodical walk to the ring. Jerry Andrews: Here he is, the man that's known as The Abomination of Desolation. Al Laiman: Man? More like monster. Grimm is a scary dude, and there's not many dudes who can illicit that kind of response from me. Jerry Andrews: I wonder how Sean Rhodes is feeling right now, knowing he has Grimm's full attention after striking him with that chair at Trauma 130. Al Laiman: Better yet, how does Grimm feel right now after first striking Sean Rhodes with a chair first at Trauma 129. Grimm, as he continues his way down the entrance ramp, never once takes his eyes off of Sean Rhodes, ignoring the fans along the way as “Winter Shaker” continues to play. Once at ringside, Phinehas pulls himself up onto the apron and begins to step through the ropes, but halts halfway, deciding it's better to step back onto the apron and wait. Al Laiman: Is Grimm showing a bit of fear by not entering? Jerry Andrews: I'd say smarts, personally. Let's wait until Showtime comes out here and let the match officially get underway before he puts himself in a situation with the World Champion. Grimm, apparently doesn't have to wait long, as “Winter Shaker” abruptly ends and the arena goes completely dark. Al Laiman: I should make some kind of obligatory joke about someone forgetting to pay the power bill, but I won't. The PCW Faithful begin to chatter amongst themselves, and some of the more vocal fans can be heard howling and whistling. While the majority of the arena is still blacked out, the entrance stage lights up with a green, misty hue. Standing on the stage, piercing through the fog, is a man wearing a pair of slacks and a green and white Marshall's Law jacket, which accompanies the guitar that's strapped around the man's shoulder. The man, who is also standing in-front of what looks to be a microphone and stand, spins the guitar and then begins strumming the opening riff of, “Gold on the Ceiling” from The Black Keys. After a few moments, we can see even more through the fog and another man at a drum set can be seen drumming away, joining the guitarist. After about a total of thirty-five seconds or so, the man on the guitar begins singing the chorus of “Gold on the Ceiling” and any fan of the band can tell it is actually The Black Keys performing the song! Jerry Andrews: I don't want to interrupt the music, but Showtime once again uses his Hollywood connections to try and upstage everyone by having The Black Keys here tonight to perform his entrance song. Al Laiman: If you got it, flaunt it. Roughly another minute or so of the song plays before a lone spotlight follows Michael Wryght, “Mr. Showtime,” stepping through the entrance curtain backwards; Showtime is wearing a long, sleeveless, green and white, sequined robe, and his backwards pose clearly shows off the words, “Mr. Showtime” etched in white. Showtime then quickly spins around and begins walking down the entrance ramp while The Black Keys continue to play. Mark Long: Introducing next...from Brick, New Jersey but having ties in Hollywood, California...standing six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-three pounds...“Mr. Showtime”...MIIICCHAAEEELLLL ! Showtime gets about halfway down the ramp before stopping and signing an autograph for one of the female members of the PCW Faithful. Al Laiman: One lucky fan just got a memento of a lifetime there. The spotlight is still on Showtime as he turns back around towards the entrance ramp, but when he turns around, he is met by a clotheslines from Phinehas Grimm. This immediately causes the arena lights to turn back on and prematurely cuts off The Black Keys. Al Laiman: Cheapshot by Grimm! Jerry Andrews: If I was a betting man, I would have lost a small fortune because I wouldn't have thought Grimm would have given Showtime even that much time to showboat and flaunt. Grimm begins laying into Showtime's back with clubbing blows and then grabs Showtime by his head and begins to move him towards the ring. Inside the ring, Sean Rhodes hands his PCW Championship to referee Tyrone Little and, with less than a moment of hesitation, dives right through the top and second ropes with a flying tackle that takes down both Showtime and Grimm. Jerry Andrews: Sean Rhodes must have been biting at the bit to get in on the action. He hardly ever does high-risk maneuvers like that! Al Laiman: It's Mass Destruction, Jerry! You have to bring your 'A' game, especially when you're the champ. Sean regroups himself and throws Showtime into the ring, robe and all, but when he grabs Grimm, The Hangtown Horror shoves off. Sean Rhodes comes walking back towards Grimm, Grimm delivers a counter by hitting Rhodes in the face with a back elbow. Grimm then grabs Rhodes and rolls him into the ring. As Rhodes enters the ring, Showtime quickly removes his robe and hands it to Tyrone Little before attacking Rhodes with stomps. Tyrone Little moves close to Showtime and pushes him back towards a corner. Rhodes scoots over to the nearest turnbuckle and leans against the bottom rung and at the same time Grimm rolls into the ring underneath the bottom ropes. Now with all three men in a somewhat secluded location, Tyrone officially calls for the bell to start the match.) DING! DING! DING! Jerry Andrews: All three of these men know what's at stake and neither wanted to wait for the bell. Al Laiman: But the match is officially underway now. Following the bell, Showtime rushes at Grimm and begins delivering rights and lefts to the sides of Grimm's head. Sean pulls his way up, but doesn't attack right away. Showtime isn't on the offensive for long and Grimm shoves him down to the mat. This is when Sean Rhodes strikes, attacking Grimm with blows to Grimm's abdomen, but Grimm is able to push Rhodes down and away as well. Jerry Andrews: So far, the strategy in this match is: attack Grimm and hope not to be pushed down. Al Laiman: Hasn't been working just yet. Showtime runs back over towards Grimm, but the former Arkham knocks down his most consistent PCW rival with a straight right hand. Rhodes then tries his turn at running towards Grimm, but he is met with a snap slam. Grimm grabs Showtime off the mat and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Before Grimm can do anything though, Sean clips the leg of The Hangtown Horror from behind. As Grimm goes down, Showtime comes back with a quick leg-drop to the back of Grimm. Both Showtime and Sean Rhodes begin kicking and stomping away at Grimm. As they're kicking and stomping, Grimm is rolling on the mat, getting closer and closer to the ropes until he is able to roll underneath the ropes and onto the floor below. Showtime, however, positions himself in just the right spot to slip behind Sean Rhodes and attempts to pin the World Champion with a school boy. Tyrone Little gets down on the mat, but the surprise pin only garners a one-count. Both Showtime and Rhodes gets to their feet, and quickly Showtime pounces on Rhodes and places him in a side-headlock. Rhodes moves Showtime back and bounces him against the ropes and pushes him off, breaking the headlock. When Showtime comes bouncing back towards Sean after hitting the other ropes, Sean knocks down Michael with a running knee strike to the gut that turns Showtime inside out. Rhodes tries to follow the attack by bouncing off the ropes, but seeing Showtime was ready by Showtime rolling onto his stomach and staying down on the mat, Rhodes hops over him and bounces across the other set of ropes. On Rhodes's bounce back, Showtime has gotten to his feet and prepares to leapfrog over Rhodes, but Rhodes catches him in the air and brings him down hard with a massive inverted atomic drop. Al Laiman: Ouch! Atomic drops hurt. Jerry Andrews: I wouldn't know, but trust me, I'll take your word on it. Rhodes follows through as Showtime hits the mat by latching onto Showtime's legs and turning him over for a Boston Crab. However, as soon as Rhodes gets Showtime over, the hold is broken up by Grimm, who delivers a swift top-rope missile dropkick to the face of Rhodes. Grimm walks over to Rhodes and lifts him off of the mat. Showtime is back up to his feet and he quickly latches onto Rhodes as well. Showtime and Grimm share a moment of hesitation, but both then work together to drop the World Champion with a double vertical suplex. Jerry Andrews: Nice reluctant teamwork by the challengers here. While Grimm released Rhodes after hitting the mat, Showtime rolled through and tried to pin the World Champion. Grimm quickly breaks up the pin attempt, while Sean Rhodes simultaneously kicks out of the pinning predicament. Grimm and Showtime make it to their feet at the same time and the two begin exchanging blows, rights and lefts, again. Jerry Andrews: You get these two in the ring together, and you can be sure wrestling knowledge will fall to the wayside to good out fashion fighting. Grimm begins to rock Showtime, but when Grimm winds up lay Showtime out with a big right hand, Showtime ducks. Grimm's momentum has him stumble right into the now waiting arms of Sean Rhodes, who takes Grimm down with a one-arm side-slam. Rhodes is then blindsided by Showtime from behind; Showtime catches Rhodes with a double axehandle smash directly to Rhodes's center back. Sean Rhodes begins arching his back in pain, which leaves his chest exposed and Showtime lays into it with lightening fast chops. Al Laiman: Showtime has some of the hardest chops in all of professional wrestling. I've heard the rumors that Rhodes likes pain, so he must be loving this. The chops cause Rhodes to backpedal, and Showtime uses it to position Sean into the corner. Once in the corner, Showtime uses a shuffle back kick to Rhodes, which causes him to thump to the bottom rung of the turnbuckle pads. Showtime then begins to try, and then succeeds in, exposing the top turnbuckle. Referee Tyrone Little begins to step in-between Wryght and the turnbuckle, warning him. Showtime pays no mind and tries to move Little out of the way, which causes enough distraction for Rhodes to pull Showtime face first into the exposed steel. The PCW Faithful cheer at the sight! Showtime falls to the mat with a bang, but before Sean can get in there and capitalize, standing behind him is the firecracker Grimm! Grimm then grabs Rhodes's head from behind and then smashes it into the exposed turnbuckle ten times. Each time, the fans count along with the blow, and when it's all said and done, Sean's face becomes a crimson mess with blood. Jerry Andrews: Grimm has just busted the World Champion open! Al Laiman: Sean Rhodes is shedding more blood than a horse in a butcher's shop over in London! Grimm then whips the former Non Compos Mentis across the ring and into the furthest corner, blood spraying as he does. Grimm then grabs Showtime off the mat and sends him flying into the same corner as he sent Rhodes. Showtime collides into Rhodes, back first, causing more pain to both individuals. Grimm then comes charging at the corner, extending his arms enough to crash into both men with a splash. Showtime falls out of the corner first, quickly followed by Rhodes hitting the mat with first his knees, then his face. Grimm looks down at the carnage, taking a second to appreciate the work he's done, but also pondering his next move. Grimm then decides to exit through the ropes and begin climbing the turnbuckle pads. Once on the top turnbuckle pad, Grimm is about to jump. But he's stopped by the World Champion getting onto his feet and rushing the corner. Sean Rhodes begins to try and pry Grimm off the rope, but Grimm kicks at Sean, knocking him back down to the mat. But again, this time by Showtime, before Grimm can leap off, he is attacked. Showtime also tries to knock Grimm off the ropes, pounding away at him with rights and lefts. Grimm begins to sway, so Showtime climbs the turnbuckle pads from the inside until he is level with The Abomination of Desolation. Showtime, satisfied with the way things are going, gets in a higher, better position, and hooks Grimm in what looks to be a Fisherman Suplex position. Jerry Andrews: It looks like Showtime is going to hit the Perfect-Plex on Grimm from the top-rope! If he's able to do this, you can consider Grimm down and out! Al Laiman: No one has ever kicked out of the Perfect-Plex, and a Super Perfect-Plex...yeah, I'll have to agree with you, Jerry. Lights will be out for Grimm. However, before Showtime can launch himself and Grimm off the ropes, he is attacked from behind by Sean Rhodes. Rhodes nails Showtime with a elbow shot to the back. Rhodes then slips under Showtime's legs, gathering him in an almost powerbomb position. The PCW Faithful, already on their seats from the action, cheer even more loudly, knowing what's about to happen. Seconds later and Rhodes pulls forward, bringing Showtime towards the mat with a powerbomb, and by proxy, Showtime takes down Grimm with a Fisherman Suplex off the top rope! The force of the move causes a massive thud to be heard throughout the Pure Class Arena. The PCW Faithful begin to chant, “THIS IS AWESOME!” *clap, clap, clapclapclap* Al Laiman: Super Powerbomb out of the corner by Rhodes resulting in a Super Fisherman Suplex from Showtime onto Grimm. Jerry Andrews: What an amazing showing these three men are putting forth today. And look, Rhodes is stirring! Suddenly, the arena lights go out, and an eerie chill begins to fill the Pure Class Arena. Jerry Andrews: What in the...? When the lights turn back on, Sean, with Showtime and Grimm down by his feet, is standing in the middle of the ring, head lowered and blood, sweat, and hair in his face, while the group of homeless men that were seen earlier are surrounding the ring. The lights flash off and then on again and when they turn back on, Sean Rhodes has the PCW World Championship in his hand, but is still staring as dreadful as ever. Another flash off the lights going off and on sees the multitudes of homeless men now in the ring. Sean looks down at the title, wipes blood from his forehead from his hand onto the title, and then drops the championship in the center. He then does a washing hands motion and slides out of the ring. The moment Sean exits the ring, the group of homeless men begin to pounce on both Grimm and Showtime. Jerry Andrews: SERIOUSLY...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! Al Laiman: I have no clue, Jerry. I really have absolutely no idea what's going on here. Referee Tyrone Little begins calling for help, and Pure Class Arena Security, led by “Big” Dave Brandt come rushing out to the ringside. They immediately enter the ring and begin pulling homeless man after homeless man out of the ring. Al Laiman: I don't think I've ever seen a sight like this in all my years of being involved in professional wrestling. Security versus a homeless horde...but security seems to be winning now. After all of the homeless have been wrangled out of the ring, Sean Rhodes re-enters the ring. A twisted look of depravity shows on his face and then he begins maniacally laughing. Sean kicks the World Championship, and then kicks Showtime and Grimm playfully before exiting the ring. Sean joins the hobo ranks, and is easily snatched up by Big Dave, who begins escorting him and the homeless into the back. Jerry Andrews: Sean Rhodes just willingly allowed himself to be be apprehended by our security! Why?! He has a match to finish! Al Laiman: It already looked like Sean washed his hands of the title. I don't think he cares that he's in a match or even the PCW World Champion. Jerry Andrews: But why, Al? Why would Sean Rhodes, who worked so hard and for so long, not even stay and defend his championship on the biggest stage in the world? Al Laiman: I don't have the answers for you, Jerry. Inside the ring, Tyrone Little is staring at the two prone individuals when Showtime begins pulling himself over to where Grimm lays. A second later, Showtime lifts and drapes his arm over Grimm's chest. Tyrone Little has no choice but to make the count. Three slaps of the mat later and Showtime has defeated Grimm and Sean Rhodes to win the PCW World Championship! Mark Long: And the winner of the match...and NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION...“MR. SHOWTIME!” Al Laiman: Showtime did it! Showtime did it! Showtime is the new PCW World Champion! After eight long years, Showtime finally is Pure Class Wrestling World Champion! Jerry Andrews: But like this, Al?! Al Laiman: Showtime was in the right spot, at the right time. After Rhodes's homeless horde attacked, it could have just very well have been Grimm who rolled over on-top of Showtime. Jerry Andrews: But I know Grimm wouldn't have! He would have let Showtime back up and took the fight to him one on one. Damn that Showtime! Al Laiman: Don't blame, Showtime. Rhodes did this to Grimm! And Showtime was the beneficiary there! Skylar Marshall told you to bring that title to Marshall's Law by any means necessary, and you capitalized! Congratulations to you, Mr. Showtime...or should I say, Champ?! Tyrone Little helps Showtime to his feet and hands him the World Championship. Showtime snatches the belt and hugs it closely to his chest. “Gold on the Ceiling” begins to play and the camera quickly switches to Justin Kaard in his skybox slowly applauding Showtime's victory and then back to Showtime in the ring. Showtime, exhaustedly, waves towards the back. Winner: Michael ‘Mr. Showtime’ Wryght via pinfall; Wryght pins Grimm Almost immediately after Showtime's prompt, individuals begin to make their way from behind the entrance curtain. First steps Skylar Marshall, who is followed by longtime members of the PCW Faithful will recognize as Showtime's wife Perfection; Perfection has a bottle of champagne with her as she walks down the ramp. Next out is the others members of Marshall's Law- Whitey Ford and The Flying Freebooters. It doesn't take long for Marshall's Law to enter the ring and when they do, the bottle of champagne is uncorked. Showtime is handed the bottle and takes a big swig of it before pouring the rest over the lifeless Grimm, which causes Grimm to squirm to consciousness. Showtime and the others begin to laugh at Grimm, and Showtime goes over to smooch Perfection. The PCW Faithful are booing with feverish passion and are now beginning to throw garbage into the ring. Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are letting Marshall's Law know exactly how they feel! Marshall's Law begins to taunt the crowd, and it's that ignorance that causes them not to see Grimm rise to his feet. Grimm lunges at Showtime, spearing him to the mat. The crowd instantaneously stop booing and begins chanting, “GRIMM!” “GRIMM! “GRIMM!” “GRIMM!” Jerry Andrews: Grimm's on the attack! If you underestimate Grimm too long, he will surely make you pay for it. High Tide, Whitey Ford, and Wasp waste no time pouncing on Grimm, and Showtime gets back up to his feet and begins laying in as well. All of a sudden... CRASH! ...is heard throughout the arena. Jerry Andrews: Did you hear that? Al Laiman: I sure did. Now what?! As Marshall's Law continues their beat down off Grimm inside of the squared circle, just because they can, those in attendance notice a flicker of the PCW-Tron and a lot turn their attention away from the brutality in the ring and wait for the picture to show up. The feed on the tron finally shows up, and we look to have been taken to one of the backstage offices. The camera is zoomed in on focused on what looks to be the feet and legs of a female in heels. This gets a slight reaction from the males in attendance as the camera begins to pan upwards, still only seeing bare, toned, and slightly tan legs of an unknown female. Al Laiman: Well this certainly has started to get a lot better. Jerry Andrews: We can only speculate who it might be at this time. Al Laiman: I speculate... Wow, would you look at that! The camera finishing panning upwards to the barely covered rump of the female in question as the male PCW fans let out a collective grown as the orange summer dress disappoints, and keeps the original rating of the pay-per-view. The camera then starts to pan over to the right and up just a bit more to bring into view the golden locks of the woman whose identity is still somewhat of a mystery to those here tonight, and watching from home, but a PCW contract of some sorts also comes into view, and the woman, leaning over a desk in the backstage office, seems to be signing it. Crazy Bob, a well-known and respected agent within Pure Class Wrestling, is sitting on the receiving end of what those watching can assume is a good view as he tries to oversee the occasion. Jerry Andrews: That's official Pure Class Entertainment Group documentation right there Al. Who is she, and what kind of contract is she signing? Al Laiman: Most of the guys, myself included, really only care about who she is. The feed has finally caught the attention of the four members of Marshall's Law occupying the ring as Grimm lies nearly motionless in the center of the ring from the attack. The blonde woman finishes signing, initialing, and dating the PCW papers, and she sits the pen down onto the desk and looks up at Crazy Bob who tries his best to remove his gaze from down the front of her dress to make eye contact. Crazy Bob: Thank you, and welcome back! Crazy Bob extends his greeting, he also extends his hand for a handshake in which the woman graciously obliges. He then picks up the pen and signed contract papers and exits out of camera view, and the woman finally turns around. Jerry Andrews: Is that? Al Laiman: No. Jerry Andrews: Yes Al, no doubt about it, that's Lindsay Michaels! The crowd lets out a nice ovation for Lindsay Michaels, the wife of the former PCW World Champion, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, and sister of another former PCW superstar, Jonathan Matthews, better known as Johnny Vivacious. The return of Lindsay leaves Marshall's Law scratching their heads, as she wasn't a former PCW wrestler, or executive, or anything for that matter; so everyone can only guess what SHE is doing here. Lindsay Michaels: Hello BOYS! I hope you all have enjoyed yourselves the last few months. The PCW Faithful flood the arena with boos as Lindsay addresses the men in the ring who have aligned themselves with the likes of Skylar Marshall, and have been imposing their own kind of "law" throughout the whole of Pure Class Wrestling as of late. Crossing her arms and running her tongue over her top row of teeth in a show of disgust, Lindsay goes back to addressing the representatives of Marshall's Law. Lindsay Michaels: Well, I would stop running around like you all can just do whatever is it that you want if I were you, because things are definitely going to change around here from this point on! Her affirmation gets another rise out of the audience as she exits the view of the camera, almost as quickly as she showed up here this evening. The feed cuts out shortly after, and leaves a familiar image on the screen that most people should recognize as they've seen it a few times since Collision Course earlier this year. Wryght, Ford, High Tide, and Wasp quickly turn their attention back to a stirring Grimm in the ring, as if what just took place meant nothing to them, and for most, the odds weren't looking good for Mrs. Michaels either. Skylar, on the other hand, seemed a little more intrigued, and motioned for Perfection to perhaps leave the ring. Perfection takes the request, and Skylar uses this moment to exit with her. Jerry Andrews: It would seem that it was Lindsay Michaels that's been interrupting entrances and other such activates during live events for the last couple of months; and we STILL don't know exactly why she has come back. Al Laiman: If you were paying attention, she appears to be targeting Marshall's Law, as if she is going to single handedly take them off the pedestal. Jerry Andrews: I hope she wouldn't be so foolish. She could seriously get hurt! Cheers have quickly turns back to boos as Michael Wryght lets the crowd's reaction fuel him while Ford and the Flying Freebooters continue the attack on the Redhead Horror. Mr. Showtime moves back in to get a few more licks on the already helpless Grimm.) Jerry Andrews: Grimm, who had such a promising start to the evening and looked indestructible early on, has been getting demolished. I've never seen Grimm beaten this bad. Al Laiman: It's the numbers game, Jerry. Even the fiercest warrior can be humbled by the larger army. It's taken an army of hobos, and the members of Marshall's Law, but Grimm is down. Jerry Andrews: And Grimm has made so many enemies throughout his career, I don't think anyone wants to help him and Pure Class Arena Security probably have their hands tied with Rhodes's friends. I really can't watch any more of this, Al! Al Laiman: Why not, do your ginger powers allow you to feel the pain of other gingers? Jerry Andrews: This hardly seems like the time for jokes when you consider what is going on in the ring right...wa-wa-wait! What's that? Jerry notices something that a few fans have started to pick up on as well. An orange fog seems to be rising up around the entrance area. As more and more of those in attendance start to point it out to those they are sitting around, everyone starts to turn their attention away from the brutality in the ring, and wait for something to happen up by the stage. With the attention of so many turned away from the ring, the lights in the area start to fade out until they are down to a subtle and ominous orange glow, a majority of which is still coming from the "Crash" image that is still displayed on the PCW-Tron. With the lights fully dimmed and the entrance engulfed in orange fog, the song we all heard at Trauma 130 begins to play, and the fans begin to react more as "Crash" by Decyfer Down echoes throughout the arena. Jerry Andrews: She really can't be coming out here! If she is, God help her! She is not a wrestler dammit! I don't want her to get hurt! The crowd cheers as one, lone silhouette appears from backstage and through the fog, but the shape that begins to shape does not belong to a woman...no, it belongs to.. "CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!" Jerry Andrews: No way! Is it!? Al Laiman: We should have known! There was no way that Lindsay would have been that dumb. Jerry Andrews: That's Justin “Stormm” Michaels, folks! The way he left us last year, who would have thought he'd be standing here tonight?! Al Laiman: You mean besides his wife, and perhaps the people that gave him a contract to sing to come back? "THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!” Justin bounces around up on the stage as "Crash" continues to play through the PA system. The members of Marshall's Law have finally turned their attention back to the stage now, mostly with looks of content, as it would seem they have another to fall victim to their rampage. However, Michael Wryght doesn't seem to share the same thoughts as the other three of his stable mates. Showtime looks rather perturbed as the interruptions, and motions for the Flying Freebooters to take care of the "pest" on the stage. Jerry Andrews: What a return for the former World Champion, Al; but it may not be the return he was looking for. It's four on two out here, and Grimm looks to be out of it. Al Laiman: If you couldn't watch earlier, I've got a feeling it's about to get worse. "YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!" Almost as if something clicked in the Force of Nature's head and told him "GO!", Justin takes off into a full sprint down the entrance ramp, and looks to have caught the Freebooters off guard as he steamrolls over Wasp with a vicious clothesline that sends him to the ground with a huge thud as one half of the tag team's head bounces off the arena floor.) Al Laiman: Ouch! Without hesitation, Stormm turns his attention to High Tide who is in mid-swing with a huge clothesline of his own, but can't quite connect as Justin moves out of impending danger, and counters quickly as he sends the other half of the tag team into the barrier with a hard Irish whip. Michaels doesn't waste any more time to make sure the resident pirates stay down, instead he's set his sights back on the other two still inside of the ring, and more specifically, it looks as if he's locked eyes with Mr. Showtime. With the adrenaline rushing through him, and the roof busting cheers of support from the crowd for the Force of Nature to let Marshall's Law "have it" he slides into the ring. Al Laiman: This is definitely where it all goes South for him. Jerry Andrews: He does seem to be riding a rather big high right now, but history has always shown the numbers game to be too great to overcome. Immediately after entering the squared circle Justin is met with the pounding of wrestling boots to his back and head as he tries to fight his way to his feet. A shot of the skybox shows Justin Kaard watching on with intensity. Ford and Wryght refuse to let up though as they continue to stomp a mud hole into Michaels. But give Justin some credit as he does his best to fight through the beating of both men, trying several times to shove Whitey out of the way to try and get his hands on Mr. Showtime, but every time coming up short as Ford is never taken out of the action long enough to allow it. The biggest bright spots of any kind of offense from Stormm after he entered the ring were when he managed to knock both of the Flying Freebooters off the apron as they both tried to enter the ring a couple times. Al Laiman: Just a matter of time before Marshall's Law calms this storm. Jerry Andrews: I'm afraid that you're right. Al Laiman: Aren't I usually? With all the attention turned to the returning Stormm, Marshall's law forgot about one very important rule that we already established tonight; NEVER turn your attention away from Grimm for too long! The Hangtown Horror has made his way back to his feet, and in act of retaliation, has grabbed the first person he could get his meat hooks on, and unfortunately for Whitey Ford, that individual was him. Jerry Andrews: Grimm is back into the fray! Al Laiman: Oh, now this should be good! With Ford and Grimm tied up and going at it, this allowed some breathing room for Stormm to FINALLY make it to his feet without immediately being knocked back to the mat. This doesn't stop Showtime from quickly moving in and trying to prevent Justin from getting his momentum back as the two exchange several punches back and forth as the crowd is fully invested in the street fight taking place inside the squared circle. Grimm and Whitey have come to blows as well, as they start to exchange fists as well. Michaels brings Wryght to his feet, and looks to be setting him up for the Force of Nature the move named after the man, or perhaps the man nicknamed after the move while Grimm looks to be setting Ford up for the Harvest. Both moves are foiled, however, as Wryght tries to send Stormm across the ring as Ford does the same with Grimm, but those moves too have been reversed as the two men doing their best to fight off Marshall's Law reverse into Irish whips of their own. In an awesome display of ring presence and coincidence, both Stormm and Grimm's throws are followed closely by clotheslines from both men that send Whitey and Michael toppling over the top rope, and to the arena floor where High Tide and Wasp are finally coming to, and were about to jump back into the mix of things. Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Stormm have cleared the ring of Marshall's Law folks, and Stormm looks to have capitalized on his return here tonight at Mass Destruction with the assist going to the subtle mind games of his wife, Lindsay, just a bit ago! Without even acknowledging Grimm for the work they put in to get Whitey Ford and Michael Wryght out of the ring, Stormm rolls under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring than where all four members of Marshall's Law are recuperating. He then hops the barrier and jumps into the crowd and begins to make his exit from ringside to the applause, adoration, and gestures from the crowd around him. And with one final gesture, Stormm points a finger at "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght for a few moments before then pointing back at himself, and yells back towards the ring something that only those around him may have heard, and only if Wryght is a fantastic lip reader would he truly know what Stormm has said.

PCW Mass Destruction IX Sunday March 17th, 2019 Pure Class Wrestling World Championship Steel Cage Match Kyle Shane (PCW World ©) vs Gerard Angelo Referee: Ed Lane *The only ways to win are via pinfall or submission Gerard Angelo and Kyle Shane stand on opposite sides of the ring. Flashbulbs flicker throughout the PCW Arena as Angelo and Shane each start walking out towards the center of the ring. The electricity is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Both Shane and Angelo exchange words as the crowd gets louder and louder. Angelo and Shane exchange a few more words before stepping away from each other where they start circling each other before locking up center ring. The crowd roars as Shane and Angelo lock up! Both men are shown jockeying for position before Angelo manages to latch on to a side head lock. Gerard begins cranking down on the head of Shane until Shane backs Gerard up against the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Angelo bounces off the far side as Shane drops down to his stomach, Angelo leaps over Shane where he bounces off the near side, Shane springs back to his feet where he takes Gerard to the mat with a arm drag take over before locking in an arm bar. Shane continues to crank back on the arm bar which forces Angelo to start working his way back to his feet where he places his left hand into the jaw of Shane, pushing back which allows Gerard to push Shane back into a neutral corner. Angelo drives a knee into the chest of Shane which breaks the hold and allows for Angelo to follow up with a knife edge chop across the chest that echo's throughout the PCW arena. Gerard follows up with another knife edge chop across the chest to a loud "Wooooooo" from the crowd. Angelo brings Shane out from the corner with a snapmare takeover. Gerard comes out from the corner flipping over Shane while snapping his neck forward with a modified neckbreaker. Jerry Andrews: Shane's neck just got whiplashed back to the mat! Angelo is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Shane up off the mat rocking him with a stiff European uppercut that knocks Shane back into the ropes. Gerard comes forward where he's met with a boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Shane comes off the ropes hammering Angelo with an open handed chop across the chest. Shane laces Angelo with a knife edge chop across the chest. Kyle backs Gerard across the ring before shooting him across the ring with an irish whip, Angelo bounces off the far side where he's met with a reverse elbow to the jaw sending Gerard back to the mat. Shane follows up by laying the boots to Angelo before pointing towards the cage which garners a loud pop from the crowd. Shane reaches down picking Gerard up off the mat where he takes him by the head and runs towards the cage where he looks to plant Angelo's face into the cold hard steel! Gerard blocks the attempt with his hands before quickly delivering a elbow to the midsection which breaks Shane's grasp. Angelo spins around blasting Shane with a hard right hand staggering Shane back out towards the center of the ring. Angelo rushes out from the ropes where he's met with a drop toe hold by the Pure Class Wrestling Champion. Shane quickly floats over into a front face lock before driving knee's the head of Angelo. Suddenly Shane flips over Angelo landing on his feet while yanking up on the neck of Angelo. Gerard's positioned with his stomach on the mat while Shane's bridge up with his stomach in the air. Shane cranks up on Gerard's neck. Jerry Andrews: Submissions or pinfalls only in this cage match. Ace Anderson: The cage is just there to contain the heat between Angelo and Shane. Shane continues cranking back on Gerard's neck as the crowd is on the edge of their seat! Shane finally releases the hold before getting to his feet. He rolls over Angelo before taking both legs. Shane pulls Gerard closer towards the cage before falling backwards catapulting Angelo towards the cage! The crowd roars as Gerard acts as if he's fucking Spider Man! He latches on to the cage before starting climb up the side of it. Jerry Andrews: What is Angelo doing, he has to know he can't win by going over the side. Ace Anderson: Maybe he's trying to put some space between himself and Shane? I don't know, man, I'm not a mind reader. Shane spins around before quickly taking action as he begins climbing up after Gerard! Angelo reaches the top of the cage before being brought back down to the top rope by Shane. Shane and Angelo begin trading chops while both balanced on the top rope. The exchange continues before Angelo thumbs Shane in the eyes! Gerard kicks the left foot out from under Shane causing Shane to drop and crotch himself on the top rope. Shane's eyes fly open wide, and he bends over, groaning in agony. Gerard doesn't hesitate in pealing off a hurricanrana off the top rope to a thunderous pop from the crowd. Jerry Andrews: What a move from Angelo! The crowd continues to roar as Gerard starts working his way back to a vertical base where he takes in the scene before picking Shane up off the mat. Gerard locks in a front face lock before delivering a snap suplex. Angelo nips up to a vertical base before charging towards the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope delivering a leg drop across the throat of Shane. Angelo, scooting in as quick as he can, tries to capitalize with a pin. Jerry Andrews: It may be just getting started, but Angelo seems to be keen to go for pinfalls as early and often as he can. The referee: One... Kickout. Undeterred, a stone faced Gerard lifts Shane up, going to talk trash to his opponent. Shane cuts him off with a knee to the midsection before hurling Angelo into the steel cage. Anngelo rolls under the bottom rope. Shane sizes Angelo up before running across the ring where he bounces off the far side where he dives through the ropes with a baseball slide to kick Angelo into the cage. The cocky champion sits up now, smirking to the camera, and the crowd appreciates him being the irascible Kyle Shane as always. Kyle reaches over the ropes and pulls Gerard up. Kyle rakes Angelo across the eyes before taking him head first into the cage Kyle begins raking Angelo's face across the steel mesh, using him like a shredder at an Olive Garden, and refusing to tell the waiter "When." Angelo screams and howls in pain, and Shane is looking grimly satisfied. Kyle takes Angelo by the head before giving him a harsh little toss between the ropes, letting Angelo splat to the floor. Kyle Shane goes over to the corner, where he's laid his bat-saber! Shane smiles broadly, holding up the weapon as if he's just pulled Excalibur from the stone. Jerry Andrews: Shane is introducing his weapon into the match! Ace Anderson: Not only is Angelo at a disadvantage because Shane brought a bat to a cage fight, Angelo doesn't even have any corny-named specialty weapons of his own, at all! Angelo is trying to pull himself up in the corner, checking his forehead for blood. turns around, his back against the turnbuckles. Kyle comes forward swinging the bat-saber at Angelo! Angelo ducks out of the way causing Shane to smash the top rope. Angelo hammers Shane with a hard right hand before taking him down with a double leg takedown before falling backwards and catapulting Kyle Shane face first off the cage. The crowd roars as Angelo reaches his feet, he spins Kyle around where he lands an open handed chop across the chest before taking Kyle by the head where he throws him back into the ring. The Garden roars as Angelo reaches down picking up the bat-saber. Angelo rolls back into the ring with the bat-saber in hand! The crowd roars as Angelo points towards Kyle who's rolled over and has pushed himself up to all fours. Angelo raises the bat-saber before smashing it across the back of Kyle Shane to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Angelo then looks at the lightsaber handled bat like it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, and drops it. Angelo turns his attention back to Kyle Shane, he makes his way over where he picks Kyle up off the mat before hammering him with another right hand which sends Kyle back into the ropes. Angelo comes forward shooting Shane across the ring, Shane bounces off the ropes ducking under a Angelo clothesline, Shane bounces off the near side looking for a flying cross body block. Angelo catches Kyle in a front powerslam hold, and the crowd roars as Angelo delivers a fall away slam... Flinging Shane INTO the cage!! Shane rolls off, and comes to a rolling stop. Gerard quickly makes the cover hooking the closest leg. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Shane throws a shoulder up off the mat. Angelo works his way back to his feet as the crowd continues to get louder and louder. Kyle Shane crawls towards a neutral corner, and he begins pulling at the laces on it. Angelo measures Shane before running full speed looking to spear him back into the buckles. Shane side steps Angelo, and pulls the pad off the turnbuckle at the same time. Angelo's face meets nothing but the steel knuckle of the exposed part. The crowd is waiting with baited breath, as it is a deliberate callback to Collision Course. Jerry Andrews: Oh no, this looks familiar... Kyle pulls Angelo out to the center of the ring before taking a back waist lock before peeling off a release German suplex! Shane lays there, feeling it now, and he looks at Gerard, seeing that he's learned from the mistakes of the past. Shane works his way to his feet before taking a moment to gather himself. Shane's eyes shift over makes his way to the corner where he retrieves the bat-saber, before turning back around taking notice of Angelo who is starting to work his way to his feet. Shane measures him, and as Angelo stands to his feet Kyle comes out of the corner smacking the bat-saber over the skull of Angelo which echo's throughout the arena! Angelo crumbles to the mat! Shane doesn't hesitate in making the cover! Ace Anderson: GOOD GOD! Jerry Andrews: What is that, pine? Aluminum?! Ace Anderson: I don't know what it's made of, but Kyle swung for it like he was trying to get tokens from a batting cage and nail a fastball off Gerard's head. Shane, smiling coldly, now drops the bat-saber like he's dropping a mic and comes in to pin Angelo. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Angelo kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd. Kyle Shane pushes himself up off Angelo before reaching down picking Gerard up by the head. It's revealed Angelo's been busted wide open! Kyle hammers Angelo with a hard right hand before driving Gerard back into a set of buckles with a running shoulder block. Shane starts delivering shoulder blocks to the midsection of Angelo before delivering a stiff European uppercut. Shane takes Angelo and deposits him over the ropes onto the apron. The crowd comes alive as Kyle Shane scales the side of the cage. Angelo starts working his way back to a vertical base, holding the cage. Shane ricochets off the cage on one side to smash into Angelo with the force of a comet, burying a leaping knee into the head of Angelo and the head of Angelo deeply into the cage. The crowd gives an "Oooooooh" as both men fall out, Shane to the inside of the ring, Angelo slumping between the ropes and the cage. Shane, shaking the cobwebs out, grips at his knee, but nonetheless pulls Angelo under the ropes to get him in the ring. The referee counts... The referee: One... Two... kickout. Shane blows a breath out, and he looks at the cage as he gets up, a section of the panel has started coming loose from the force he hit it with. Shane shrugs his shoulders and says "Made in America" to the hard camera with a smile. He goes to lift Angelo up, driving short rights into his forehead, and picking him up. He whips Angelo off the ropes, and then as he runs off the opposite ropes, he streaks in, attempting to pull out a Sling Blade, but Angelo evades the Goddess White Sword and throws Shane to the mat. Angelo then tries for a superkick, but Shane ducks underneath the swing of the kick, coming around his more compact adversary's backside and surprising him with a chin clutch from behind and falling into a single knee backstabber. The crowd is awed at the lightning fast exchange of counters. Shane then attempts to lift a gasping Angelo up, and throw him into the cage again, but Angelo responds by elbowing Shane off. Shane fights back by raking the eyes, and he boots Angelo in the gut, attempting to lift him up in a last ride powerbomb, but Angelo fights Shane on the lift and as he is lifted up to Shane's shoulders, he uses his core strength to flip Shane off balance, and perform a headscissors, flinging Shane forward, to his knees, and into the middle rope Rey Mysterio style. Then Angelo comes running in and gives Shane a double footed dropkick to the back that sends Shane forward, and Shane hits the cage. Angelo rests on the mat, and then he gets up, climbing to the top rope. In a callback to what Shane did earlier, he sticks to the side of the cage, but rather than trying to climb it, he comes off with a diving knee drop into the small section of space between ropes and cage, and smashes Shane across the back of the neck. Both men collapse into the space between the cage and the ropes. The crowd erupts. Jerry Andrews: This action is moving too fast and furious for us to follow all of it, but it has been counter after counter the last few minutes. Ace Anderson: It's moving so fast and so furious that Vin Diesel's lawyers wanted to get us on the phone! Both men are down and out for a good length of time, but Angelo finally stirs. He rolls Shane out of the ropes. Shane is gripping at his neck. Angelo stomps and boots Shane for a good few moments, determined that this time Shane isn't going to take this away from him. He lifts Shane up and knees him in the side of the head. Then, Angelo cuts a look at Shane, and then up at the cage. He seems to have an idea forming in his head, and he ignores the referee saying it's pinfall or submission only. Angelo climbs up the cage, slipping a bit due to fatigue/pain, and then he stops and looks down. Shane, groggily, is getting to his feet, and he spots Angelo climbing the cage. Shane shouts that Angelo isn't going to get away from him as he climbs up after him. Angelo kicks Shane's hands away. Shane punches Angelo in the leg . Shane manages to grip Angelo by the pants leg. Both men are near the top, and Angelo is punching down at Shane. The crowd roars as Shane pulls with all his might and manages to get the upper half of Angelo's body back across the cage. Shane thinks quick and locks in a front face lock before falling backwards while bringing Angelo back into the cage with a superplex off the top of the cage. Both men crash to the mat with a thunderous "HOLY SHIT" chant. Jerry Andrews: That was the most suicidal move of the night! Ace Anderson: Boy, was it, Shane and Angelo hit hard, and bounced, and hit hard again. Jerry Andrews: I think Angelo was trying to go higher risk than Shane, but they both paid for it. Both Shane and Angelo lay in the middle of the ring to a solid ovation from the crowd. Ace Anderson: But how much damage was done to Shane himself. With no referee involvement both Shane and Gerard lay on the mat for several seconds before Shane is the first to stir. Shane crawls over to his chest before draping an arm over Angelo. The referee: One... Two... Kickout! Angelo looks catatonic as he lays there, hair sticking up, and Shane sits up, his face agonized as he looks at the referee, then at Angelo. Gerard pulls herself up to stop the referee’s count. Before he has a chance to react, Shane bounces himself off the ropes and nails a clothesline on the rebound. Looking unsurprised at Angelo’s resiliency, Shane grabs Angelo by the hair. He falls his free fist and batters it against his face four or five times, before abandoning his closed-fist assault and leaping up to his feet. With Angelo in pain he holds his arms out to take the decidedly partisan reaction of the crowd. Choosing to not dwell on showboating for too long, Shane soon turns his attentions back towards Gerard, who has risen to one knee. Kyle seizes advantage by walking around Angelo’s back, and wrapping his arms around his throat in a sleeper hold! Gerard claws at Shane’s forearms, frantically trying to break the grip. The crowd is starting a rhythmic clap to get Angelo back into it, and drawing strength from them, Gerard manages to rise to one knee. Shane yanks backwards, looking to add more pressure to his iron grip, but he cannot stop him from regaining his full vertical base. Angelo fights back, throwing wild elbow shots backwards. One of Gerard’s blind elbow shots finally connects, digging into Kyle’s side, forcing him to release his grip. Angelo spins round, looking to gain control of the match, but Shane ducks the attempted clothesline and takes Angelo to the floor with a chop block! The Hollywood Hero tries to rise but finds it impossible under the barrage of stomps that Kyle is raining down upon his back. Jerry Andrews: Just take a look at Kyle Shane right now. He’s rabid, like a pitbull. Ace Anderson: Can you blame it? This has all boiled to a head, the controversy at Collision Course, the constant barrage of heated words between the two of them. After dropping a couple of elbows across Angelo’s back, Shane grabs Gerard by the shoulders and tries to haul him upwards. But somehow, out of nowhere, Angelo musters the energy to throw a punch into Shane’s gut, followed by another. To a giant roar from the crowd Angelo powers out of Shane’s grasp, elbowing him square in the jaw a couple of times. Angelo whips his rival off of the ropes, and looks to catch him with a clothesline, but both have the exact same idea and manage to take each other out in the process! Both competitors are down, and still not moving. Several more moments spin out, and the referee isn't going to double count out here, so Shane and Gerard have to take a few breathers to start regaining their composure. Shane is the first up, and he goes crawling to the door, smacking on it and saying "Alright, just open it and end this". The crowd boos a little bit at the champion taking any port in a storm here. The referee outside shakes his head at Kyle, saying that he knows Shane knows the rules. Gerard has yet to move as Shane inches closer and closer to the cage door. The outside official argues with Shane a little bit more. Gerard starts to stir. Shane grips the door and starts shaking it angrily as Angelo pulls himself to one knee, then to his feet. Jerry Andrews: I think Shane, getting frustrated by how this match hasn't been going, was trying to reset by getting out of the cage. Ace Anderson: He wasted too much time, is what he did. Angelo spins Shane around, and delivers a vicious headbutt across the bridge of Shane's nose, causing Shane's nose to start bleeding from the right nostril.Angelo takes Shane back into a corner with a shoulder block before driving several more shoulders into the midsection before hurling Shane across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. Shane bounces off the buckles where he walks into a spinning heel kick from Angelo which takes both men to the mat. Gerard is the first to his feet. He stomps away at Shane's back as camera's catch blood still coming from the nose of Shane. Gerard picks Shane up off the mat where he scoops him up and slams him to the mat with a body slam. Angelo makes his way to the nearest set of buckles. He climbs to the top turnbuckle where he measures Shane, Angelo leaps off the top turnbuckle looking to deliver a springboard moonsault! Shane rolls out of the way sending Angelo landing on his chest. The crowd pops as a split chant for both men being echoing throughout the building. Shane begins working his way back to his feet where he meets Angelo who's at one knee with a boot to the chest. Shane picks Gerard up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. Shane shoots Angelo across the ring, Angelo bounces off the ropes and into a fireman's carry lift, dropped into a Detonation kick from the World champion! The crowd roars at the impact! Jerry Andrews: American Distillation! The crowds shifts to a more pro Shane as the God of Game begins working his way back to his feet. Shane takes both legs of Angelo before catapulting him successfully into the cage to a huge ovation from the crowd. Gerard bounces off the cage face first into the clutches of Shane who runs Angelo across the ring and throws him face first off the cage once again! Shane takes Gerard and begins raking his face across the mesh of the steel! The crowd gets louder and louder as Shane continues to rack Angelo's face across the steel busting it wide open. Shane finally stops raking his face across the cage before nailing Gerard with a hard right hand to the open wound which sends Gerard back into a set of buckles. Shane comes forward with several stiff kicks to the ribs of Angelo before stepping up on the middle turnbuckle where he starts hammering down with right hands to the open forehead of Angelo! Jerry Andrews: Shane is relentless now that he see's blood! The crowd continues to count along with right hands to the open wound of Gerard! Shane beats Angelo down until he's holding Angelo's head straddled over him. Shane looks around at the crowd, reveling in the viciousness. However, Shane is taken off guard as Angelo wraps his arms firmly around Shane's thighs, and rises up, holding Shane and dashing them both across the ring, from corner to corner driving Shane into the post with a running powerbomb! A massive chant of "THIS IS AWESOME" echo's throughout the PCW arena as both men once again find themselves laying on the mat. Angelo breathes heavily, chest heaving, as Shane is staring up at the lights, blinking slowly. Angelo grits his teeth and rolls over, covering Shane. The referee: One... Two... Thre - Kickout! Angelo groans, feeling like he was so close. He rolls over to his chest before pushing his self up and out of a pool of his own blood and to his knee's before stepping up to a vertical base. Gerard pats his forehead before looking at the blood as it flows from his forehead. It instantly switches him into another gear as he picks the God of Game up off the mat before taking him by the head and ramming him face first into the steel. Gerard takes Shane by the head and charges across the ring where he throws him face first off the Steel a second time! Shane bounces off the steel and into a Samoan Drop from Angelo. Gerard takes a mount position on Shane where he starts unloading with vicious right hands to the busted nose of the champion. Ace Anderson: If Shane's nose wasn't broken before it damn sure is now! Jerry Andrews: The drama, and the heat between these two men has become so damn personal. Gerard pushes himself up off Shane and to a vertical base. Angelo turns his attention towards the cage, and he starts climbing the side of it that has already started to bend and buckle. Shane has yet to move as Angelo reaches the top of the cage before throwing one leg over the top. The bent section of the cage wobbles, a little unsteadily. Gerard looks down at Shane who's yet to move as more blood flows out from his nose. Suddenly the crowd roars as Gerard stands up on the top of the cage! Ace Anderson: Has Angelo gone nuts?! Does he need a diagram? You can't win that way!! Jerry Andrews: I don't think he is, Ace... I think he's looking down at Shane... oh no... Incoming!!! Gerard looks around the sold out PCW arena before he leaps off the top of the cage with a shooting star ress! The crowd explodes as Shane rolls out of the way sending Angelo eating nothing but the canvas. Another "HOLY SHIT" chant bellows out from the crowd as both Shane and Angelo are laid out on the mat. Gerard clutches at his chest and ribs as Shane is breathing hard, trying his best, unable to stand. Finally, on one wobbly leg, Shane crawls closer and closer towards the cage side before Gerard begins to stir. The referee outside on the floor opens the cage door as Shane gets within several feet. The crowd gets louder and louder as Shane measures Angelo, yelling for him to get up, and when he does, Shane whips him into the corner, before hitting a Sasuke special cartwheel into a splash. Angelo starts to slump out of the corner, but Shane pushes him back in, gives him a palm strike to the face, then sits Angelo up on the top rope. Shane taunts the crowd for a moment, then he hooks his opponent's head from the side, trying to lift Angelo up and hook him in position for a Spanish fly off the top rope. Jerry Andrews: Shane is calling for it, his Nuclear Option! Ace Anderson: You never resort to it when you still have other cards on the table, it's meant to be the last one left! Jerry Andrews: Shane is throwing it all out here! Shane takes them both off the top rope with a Spanish fly! The crowd groans as both men hit the mat stunningly hard. Shane is wheezing, moaning and holding his chest because he absorbed a lot of punishment himself. Angelo is laid out, unable to move. The referee checks on both men. After what seems like a lifetime, Shane starts painfully crawling on his elbows, right and then left to roll Angelo over. The referee: One... TWO... THR- Kickout! Shane, red-faced, yells in annoyance at what happened and explodes, telling the referee to come on. Shane then grows a species of determination across his face, and he goes to lift Angelo up, clutching his hair, and throwing him in the cage. The panel of the cage now is coming loose, enough so that one end of it is uncoupled and an entire corner at the bottom is loose. Shane takes note of it, but then goes back to Angelo, and aggresively grips his head, putting him in a headlock, intending to bring back the headlock driver. Angelo reverses, spinning out of it, holding on to Shane's arm, bringing him in to a kick to the midsection, then deadlifting Shane up and smashing him with a powerbomb lungblower. Shane bounces off the knees painfully, then comes to a stop facedown. Angelo, groaning and holding his chest, scoots over on his side using one arm. He pins Shane. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... TH- Kickout! Angelo tears at his hair, asking the referee if that's it, and he snarls down at Shane, knowing he too will need something big if he's going to put the champion down. He goes to lift Shane up, and he starts to hook the lankier man for a pumphandle, but before he can get the intriguing, not seen move out, Shane flows down his shoulder and turns a dazed Angelo around, boots him in the gut, and then snaps off a lifting powerbomb that makes Angelo bounce up off the mat. Shane, bobbing his head, moves into the pinfall after Unfortunate Son. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THR - Kickout! Shane reaches down picking Angelo up off the mat where he looks to wait for a roundhouse kick, Gerard comes in too quickly as Shane is on his rotation and catches him from the side, shooting in a leg, and falling back with a leg hook reverse STO. Angelo floats it into a Koji clutch! Shane's eyes bug bright from his head, as he's in too precarious a position. He is so far away from the ropes. The referee asks Shane if he taps, but Shane refuses. Jerry Andrews: Ping pong, back and forth action, but now Shane is caught and is quite explicitly SOL. Ace Anderson: Shane's most annoying trait is he won't ever quit. He'll berate you, and keep talking shit until you want to kill him, but he doesn't give up easily. The move is in for several long seconds as the blood gushing from Shane's possibly broken nose pumps out to the mat. Angelo shouts for him to tap. Shane looks around in desperation, and he tries unsuccessfully to get to the ropes, not that they'd do him much good. But there, under the bottom rope by the cage, he spots something that may do him some good. As agonizing seconds tick by in the hold, Shane squirms closer to the item under the rope, and a switched camera angle spots that he's reaching again for the bat-saber from earlier. Shane, finally shoots his arm out as far as it'll go, and the jump puts it in his fingertips. He rolls it into his hand, and weakly draws the bat-saber out, flailing it over his shoulder with dying strength. The two glancing, weak blows to the head break Gerard's concentration, and then a third errant swing of the bat-saber has him seeing stars just as he releases the hold. Kyle gasps big lungfuls of air as he is freed from the crossface, sitting up using his elbows, and Gerard shakes the cobwebs out. Shane takes a deep breath, and putting his fingers on the bat-saber, a renewed motivation and determination crosses his beaten face. He gets up, brandishing the weapon, but he's met with a boot to the midsection that doubles the Champion over. Angelo hoists Shane up off the mat where he runs towards the cage, powerbombing Shane into the cage. Jerry Andrews: What impact! Shane was just drilled into the cage by Angelo. Gerard pulls Shane out to the middle of the ring where he picks him up off the mat. Gerard scoops Shane up over his shoulder before throwing him like a lawn dart into the cage which busts Shane wide open as he crumbles to the mat! Gerard runs his thumb across his throat where he signals for a piledriver. Shane bleeds from his forehead as does Gerard. Angelo reaches down picking Shane up off the mat. He positions him for the piledriver! The crowd pops as Shane counters with a back body drop! Angelo works his way back to his feet where he walks into a desperation DEAD EYE from out of nowhere! Angelo crumbles to the mat as Shane flops to the mat following the impact! The crowd roars with another thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME" chant directed towards the ring. Jerry Andrews: Dead Eye from out of nowhere by the Pure Class Wrestling Champion! Ace Anderson: We're back to square one! Both men are down! Blood begins to stain the canvas as both men have yet to move. Several moments tick by, and "Shane, Shane, Shane" chant begins to filter throughout the PCW arena as Shane slowly begins to stir by what seemed to have been a twenty count. Shane is too beaten and hurt from a million small wounds to respond. He slowly gets to his feet, and he sees Angelo has rolled all the way across the ring, by the panel of the cage that is coming loose. Shane goes and tries to roll Angelo back. Angelo resists, hanging onto the bottom rope, and Shane angrily begins trying to peel Angelo's fingers off the rope. He stomps on the hand. He punches the arm. Finally, he pulls Angelo loose, then covers. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THRE - Kickout! Shane throws his hands up in the air and looks heavenward with an expression of what do I have to do, before picking Angelo up by his bloody hair and pulling him over. He throws Angelo into the side of the cage. Seeing that the bottom side of it swings out like a flap, Shane smiles, and he backs up, running Angelo by the hair and throwing him full force into that section of cage as if he's trying to break it. It bends, but still maintains a basic, if bent cage shape. Shane then drags a dizzy Gerard over. Shane swings with a right hand, Angelo blocks before thumbing Kyle in the eyes! Angelo scoops Kyle up over his shoulder before hurling Kyle face first into the cell like a dart! Shane bounces face first off the cage, clinging to it, and then Angelo backs up, while Shane is resting against the cage and he goes to spear Shane between the ropes. At the point of contact, the damnedest thing happens. The section of cage GIVES WAY WHOLESALE. The force of Angelo's spear cuts right into Shane, doubling him over, and the cage section comes off, falling to the aisle, and both of them go with it!! Shane and Angelo tumble through a newly created hole in the side of the cage. Both men are down on the outside of the cage!! The crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! Jerry Andrews: OH DEAR GOD! Ace Anderson: Did those two - just break another essential piece of Pure Class Wrestling equipment?! Jerry Andrews: Angelo threw Shane INTO the cage and then forced them THROUGH THE DAMN CAGE! Ace Anderson: I think both men are dead to the world, honestly. They hit hard, and now the ref is going into panic mode, because does he have to call the ringside doctor?! Angelo is waving off medical attention, though dazedly, throwing his arms around at ringside. And Shane is laying on the floor off the section of cage, a shocked expression on his face. Shane barely seems to comprehend what's going on. He asks the ref coming to check on him, "Did I win? I'm out of the cage. Did I win?" And the look in his eye is glazed as he stands up. Jerry Andrews: Shane thinks he won, and possibly if this match involved escaping the cage, he might have won or we might have gotten another tie. Ace Anderson: I think he did hit the floor first, but you're right, it doesn't matter in this match. I don't believe this! A second controversy in a tough fought World title match. Another broken ring part. And confusion from both parties. Angelo shoves a referee out of his way. Around the corner and on the side of the cage, Shane shoves off a doctor who is trying to check his pupils, because he's seen Angelo. The two enemies, so bitterly gripped in their enmity towards each other, come around the corner of the cage, stepping over the broken part, and start throwing fists at each other. Angelo gets the better of his dazed opponent, throwing him into the cage wall. The crowd roars with a "Gerry, Gerry, Gerry" chant as Angelo stomps away at Kyle Shane. He shouts "YOU AREN'T TAKING THIS FROM ME!" before reaching down picking Kyle up before bringing him around the ring towards the announcers tables. As he does, referees start lifting up the broken part of the cage! Ace Anderson: They're coming our way! Angelo looks to drive Kyle face first off the announcers table, Kyle puts on the breaks using both hands before driving a elbow to the ribs of Angelo which breaks his grasp on Shane. Kyle reaches over snatching the TV monitor from in front of Ace before blasting Angelo in the skull. A bloody Angelo crumbles to the floor as Kyle drops to one knee. Jerry Andrews: This is a WAR! Ace Anderson: We couldn't expect anything less! "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" explodes from all over the building as Kyle Shane works his way to his feet. Kyle staggers forward, his face a crimson mask, he reaches down picking Angelo up off the floor before bouncing Gerard face first off the announcers table. Shane bounces Angelo's bloody face across the announcer desk a second time before taking Angelo and driving him violently into the mesh of the cage. Kyle begins raking Angelo's face across the steel mesh which further opens up the wounds to Angelo's face! Kyle spins Angelo around, placing his back against the cage. Shane steps up on to the announcers table. Shane leaps off the announcers table looking for a flying knee to the face of Angelo! The crowd gasps as Angelo manages to drop to the floor and out of harms way leaving Kyle two options in mid air! Shane chooses to latch on to the side of the Cell like a fucking spider monkey. And then Gerard grabs his leg, sweeps him off, and sends Shane falling to the concrete below. Shane groans, and holds his chest. Ace Anderson: I've never seen any two people fight like this. They couldn't even be held in by the cage! Jerry Andrews: Officials are working furiously to get the cage section back into place so they can restart this match, but meanwhile Angelo and Shane are going at it right here! Ace Anderson: Can't be easy with these two shaking the cage over and over. Angelo lifts Shane up, going to run him face first on his shoulder into a corner joint of the cage. Shane, winded, drops down behind Angelo and sends him into the corner joint instead, letting Angelo's head ping off it and he falls to his backside. Shane rests, barely even able to keep it on one knee. Both men take several seconds breather before Shane grips Angelo by the hair, walking him all the way around to the non-broken side of the cage, with the door, and demanding the referees open it. The ref tries to shoo Kyle away, but, bleeding, his head possibly concussed as he is, Shane is in no mood. He shoves the ref out of the way, and begins opening the cage door. Shane then looks back to try and pick up Angelo, but Angelo has gotten on the other side of the now open cage door and he kicks it so hard that it swings into Kyle's face, flooring him. Angelo rests now, propping himself up on one arm. Both men are down in the aisle. Jerry Andrews: It's a shame that the pinfall has to take place in the ring, because both men could have had this won by now. Ace Anderson: I'm just trying to see them make these fools go in there. Angelo, wiping blood out of his eyes, goes to grab a lifeless Shane by his arm. Shane is resisting in the form of being utterly dead weight and refusing to be easily dragged, but Angelo is taking him the hard way, dragging him up the stairs. He loads Shane up and rolls the champion, pushing him up the final step and into the open door. The match is back in the ring whether the referees have fixed the broken cage panel or not. Angelo crawls over on his elbows, unable to stand. He pushes Shane over and covers... The crowd but no referee: ONE.... Two... Thr- Angelo shoots his head up and yells at the refs. He says for one of them to get their asses in here because we're doing this. A few referees on the outside confer, asking if they should let this go. They've secured one side of the broken cage section back into place with duct tape. Another referee shrugs, not knowing what to do in this protocol. Angelo is standing, holding his arms out, asking "What the hell". Shane, bleeding from a few places on his head, looks completely lost in a concussive BFT fog. Angelo picks Shane up, holding him by his head as Shane pants and tries to stay upright. Angelo then goes for a superkick, but Shane ducks it, sloppily, as if he's having trouble keeping it together, but when Angelo turns around this time, Shane blasts him with a rising uppercut. The crowd reacts with a triumphant roar. Jerry Andrews: SHORYUKEN!! Shane collapses. The referee who elected to come back in the cage and count the falls steps through the door, looking uncertainly at Shane, who is laid face first and unable to crawl over to Angelo. Shane, finally, crawls over, pushing Angelo with shaky hands, and covering him. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THRE - Kickout! Ace Anderson: I think that might have been Shane's last gasp, he has taken some scary knocks to the head, and now he's visibly winding down. The crowd visibly explodes, and Shane can't react more than falling onto his face, his glazed eyes registering uncomprehending disbelief. Angelo is shaking, trying to get back into it, and rolling over. Shane paws at Angelo, trying to get up, but Angelo gets to one knee, then to his feet, as Shane is still grasping at him. Angelo knees Shane remorselessly in the side of the temple. And then he lifts Shane up and plants him with an electric chair driver, spiking Shane's head into the mat! Jerry Andrews: Angelo may have just sealed Shane's fate with the Hollywood Ending! Ace Anderson: If he did it may have been a fitting way to end this saga of broken cages and head trauma. Angelo, gasping and groaning, hauls Shane's leg in for a leg hook. The referee counts... The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE - KICKOUT! You can hear the surprised, elated and amazed reaction up to the rafter when Shane kicks out. Shane is looking far away, blood running down his face and him being insensate, but Angelo sits up with a heartbroken look of anguish, and then anger. He gets up, seizing the referee. He demands the referee tell him that was three. The ref says it was two. Angelo says no, it was three, and slaps his hands to illustrate how to count. The referee stubbornly says he knows how to count, dude. Angelo wants to haul off and punch this referee. Shane, working in a complete fog and looking like he doesn't know where he is, feels around with his hands, and grasps the ropes, holding them like a life preserver. Angelo spots Shane, over there by the broken section of cage, trying to pull himself up on the ropes. Angelo charges at Shane. Shane ole's like a matador out of the way of Gerard's charge just in time, and Angelo's intended boot slams into the broken section of cage - KICKING IT OUT AGAIN! The referees startle on the outside, but this time, Gerard pulls his foot back sheepishly, looking perturbed at the broken hole in the cage section. Ace Anderson: You can visibly see that referee saying "Fuck it, I'm not getting paid for this". Shane has reclaimed a vertical base, but it's shaky, and when Shane's leg stiffens and he begins to plant his foot to perform a roundhouse kick again, he stumbles, his feet get tangled, and he stumbles forward a few steps before letting off a mis-timed kick that doesn't get the height it needed, but it does turn him past Gerard with sufficient momentum that Gerard sees an opening on Kyle's side, and turns him over, stacking him up. Jerry Andrews: Shane is going for Dead Eye again and - Wait, no! Shane is off balance, Shane couldn't get it - ! Ace Anderson: Angelo picked the perfect moment there! Angelo has Shane stacked up with a half schoolboy rollup, his knees all the way to his chest. The referee comes in quickly. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Ding Ding Ding Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and NEWWWWW PURE CLASS WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... GERARD ANGELO!! "Amazing" by Kanye West begins playing on the PA as Gerard comes up, staring at the ref with disbelief at first. The referee calls for the title to be brought in, and it is, through the big, damn gaping hole in the cage, and is handed to Angelo. Angelo covers his face with his hands, too elated to be cocky at the moment and he is handed the title and holds it up with a big smile. Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it. After 450+ days, we have a new champion, we have a new Pure Class Wrestling World Champion! Ace Anderson: I didn't know who the one to dethrone Kyle Shane was, but on this night, Angelo picked himself the right spot, and seized his moment. Shane is still laid on the mat, trying to sit up, as a referee and a doctor are attending him and trying to get him to stay still. Shane, barely comprehending what's happening but feeling that something happened, is yelling at them. Angelo stands on the steps outside of the cage door, holding the title up. WINNER: GERARD ANGELO Jerry Andrews: One hell of a way to crown a new champion, and on such an amazing night. Thank you for joining us everyone! Good night! Angelo looks around the arena, title in the air. As his head turns to look out at the crowd, he suddenly stops and focuses on the entrance way. Standing on the ramp, with a look of determination in his eyes, is Stormm.

This was most certainly not a picture print by Currier and Ives. No unsullied drifts of snow today. Cold and wet, with the creek running strong after the rain. Phinehas Dillinger tromped through mud and tracked it into the corncrib after stepping up on the field stones stacked in front of the door. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his coat, watching his breath drift out between the open spaces in the walls, watching it disappear in the wet leaves. The wooden slats nailed together gave little protection from the wind or this cold.

His eyes narrowed in what little dappled light crept into this crooked structure. Phinehas looked over a scattering of detritus gathered from his days and nights spent in arenas. Grimm tidings, all. A busted mirror hung cockeyed on the far wall. Glass crunched underfoot as he walked towards it. Silver flaked off in a breeze and trickled to the floor. Phinehas leaned in and caught his reflection in the shards. He tilted his head. It was like peering into a Picasso fever dream. The fever dream peered back.

Here he stood, Grimm, the Hangtown Horror, with 160 Pure Class Wrestling wins to his name. A pay per view record of 36-19. And yet…Mass Destruction in particular taunted him with a pedestrian 5-4-1.

Hmph.

No doubt Stormm had a hand in that. And if the signs were to be believed, this might be the last chance to add to that Mass Destruction record. To remedy things. To right wrongs, and move towards a balance before it all tilted in the wrong direction and collapsed.

But as that glacial glare peered into dozens of futures amidst the broken glass, he quickly realized that his mirror images weren’t the only things looking back. It was not uncommon for Grimm to haunt his opponents in times like these, but rarely, if ever, had the shoe been on the other foot. It was all too apropos that the Hangtown Horror’s spectre had bedeviled the Force of Nature before, that the favor should be returned in a similar fashion as Stormm’s russet reflection scowled back at him from the largest shard of glass remaining in the mirror.

For so many years, Grimm had Stormm’s number inside of the squared circle, and there are likely instances in the PCW archive that would recall a time when he never bothered to give the Force of Nature any thought at all. While the scales may be far from tipping the other direction, a 3-5-2 singles record against the longest active and most dominant superstar to step inside of a Pure Class Wrestling ring would be nothing to shake a stick at.

Perhaps what ate at Grimm the most as Stormm’s shadowed reflection pierced through him, was the fact that over the last three years, Stormm was 2-0-2 against him in singles competition, and they were all championship matches to boot. In fact, if you only look at title matches in their history inside of the ring together, it was Stormm for whom the scales tipped.

A sly grin formed on Stormm’s reflection as his eyes narrowed back at the Hangtown Horror.

If anyone was going to even out Grimm’s Mass Destruction in just a few short weeks, the man with the longest championship reign in PCW history would certainly be a worthy foe. But at the same time, if anyone was going to rip the World title away from Stormm, the man with more victories in the company through the years than any other superstar had total matches would be hard to bet against.

A gust of wind rushed through the gaps in the corncrib. Phinehas pulled his coat tighter.

There was another shard, there in the corner of the frame. Where a shadow moved and settled into place. And where the shadow grew in substance and took the form of The Man Without Peer. Because, after all, Gerard Angelo could claim his rightful place as winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament, and as such had as much a claim as anyone to that shot at Justin Michaels and the PCW World Title.

Had Gerard Angelo such history in the federation as did Grimm and Stormm? No, but that was neither here nor there. Despite the numbers recently calculated and cast about, neither were any records, be they career in general or Mass Destruction in specific. Regardless of their pasts or their futures, their successes or failures against one another, these three knew all that mattered was the present.

And their respective presents would all converge at Mass Destruction in a matter of weeks. They’d each held that World Title belt at different points in their careers – some more than others – so it had to be about more than just slinging the top prize over their shoulder. It was about how none of the three knew for sure how many more times they would be stepping into the ring on a night like this. How many more opportunities they would have to test themselves against the best that the industry had to offer. How many more singular moments they would be able to put the best versions of themselves out there for all the world to see.

So. Their career paths and all their choices had led them here. Mass Destruction it was.

The reflections shifted to vague shades and faded. Phinehas was left alone in a drafty old corncrib that was becoming colder by the minute. He left the broken mirror where it hung and stepped back out into the hollow.

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