Return to Glory 3

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Return to Glory
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

(With roughly twenty-minutes to go before showtime, the Pure Class Arena is approximately at ninety-percent capacity, with fans still trying to pour into the venue. But as they say, the early bird gets the worm, and the worm for this occasion is a special bonus match that the fans currently in the arena will be witnessing.

Already inside the ring with a microphone is longtime PCW ring announcer Mark Long. Mark is dressed for the magnitude of tonight, decked out in his finest tuxedo, equipped with a gold-colored bow-tie. Mark looks around, flashes a winning smile, and begins to speak.)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in just over fifteen minutes, PCW Return to Glory will begin.

(A large amount of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd. Mark Long takes a deep breath and continues.)

Mark Long: Before the show begins, however, I am obligated to inform that videotaping or recording this event, without explicit written consent from Pure Perfection Incorporated, is strictly prohibited. Also on the “Do Not Do” list is using any form of laser light. Failure to comply with these requests will result in removal from the venue, without refund.

Last, but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home.

(Taking another breath, Mark continues.)

Mark Long: Return to Glory will be beginning shortly, but for you fans here in attendance, you will be receiving a special bonus match between a few of PCW's newly signed Superstars. So let's kick off the night right, and make some noise!

Dark Match: Fatal-Four Match
Max Lombard vs. “Pure Class” Tony Brass vs. “Grandmaster” Glyn Speight vs. Andy D
Referee: Nolan Burke
Match Details: The order of introductions went as followed: Andy D, Max Lombard, Glyn Speight, and a returning Tony Brass. Andy got the biggest pop of the four, probably due to with affiliation with 2Guys. In second place in terms of pops in this match was surprisingly Nolan Burke. Then again, those who read the staff page probably didn't find it surprising that Burke received a warm reception.

Max Lombard, Tony Brass, and Glyn all started the match by charging the center of the ring and slugging it out. Andy D, however, was a little more cautious and a little more smart than his opponents, for he had sat back and watched the three of them take it to and from one another [no homo!].

Andy D watched those three men beat the heck out of each other for a few minutes, and at one point was even brought popcorn from the back by Menace and Jackle [~Jackal~], so that he could enjoy a snack that went flying after each awe-inspiring move.

After about six minutes of this, however, Andy grew tired and wanted in on the action. To do so, he tossed the salted popcorn into the Mr. Pure Class's eyes, causing him to scream out and pain and throw himself out of the ring to distinguish the burn on the mat. Andy then coconutted Max's and Speight's heads together that caused Max to hilariously flop out of the ring.

This left Andy D and The Grandmaster. But no worries, Andy D quickly disposed of him too, and at the 6 minute and 46 second mark, Andy D finished Glyn Speight with a Dragon's Bite, a pin, and a three-count.
Winner(s): Mark Long: The winner of the match, by pinfall, Andy D!

(Andy D stands with his arms high in the air for a moment of celebration. However, before Andy could even soak in the moment, the lights in the arena begin to dim. A shadowy figure can be seen entering the ring with a microphone. The shadow figure pats what one would tend to believe is Andy D, and motions for him to exit the ring. The shadow figure then begins to speak into the microphone, confusing no one by the voice heard.)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, Return to Glory begins...now!

(At the sound of the word, “now,” massive fireworks begin to go off around the entrance stage, and “Get Busy Livin'” by Airbourne begins to play throughout the arena. The television cameras start to pan around the arena, showing the enthusiastic PCW Faithful cheering and clapping. It also shows various signs that the fans are holding; some of the more memorable being: “We Want Raisins!”, “The Stormm Is Over”, “Heavy Nachos Sounds Less Gay”, “LoKi Got Lucky”, and, “Grimm & Sadistic Fear Baths!”

The camera stops panning and stops at the broadcast table with Jerry Andrews and, to his left, Al Laiman.)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome to Return to Glory! I'm your host, Jerry Andrews, alongside my broadcast colleague and former owner of Hardcore Hell Wrestling, Al Laiman. Tonight's action starts off with Lantlas and Usali Basilisk battling it out for immortality and concludes with The Brothers of Brutality, Grimm & Sadistic, defending their PCW Tag Team Championships against Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande in a No Holds Barred, No Disqualification Match.

Al Laiman: That main event is probably going to be off-the-charts crazy. But going back to Lantlas and Basilisk...how exactly does one wager immortality? And are we to believe that Lantlas is really an immortal elf and not some strange, wacked out, blue-haired weirdo?

Jerry Andrews: I won't be the one to doubt, Lantlas, that's for sure.

Al Laiman: Actually, neither would I.

Jerry Andrews: That's one thing we won't have to worry about for long! I was just given word that Mark Long is ready to announce the participants of the first match!

(The camera feed switches from a ringside view of the commentators' booth to inside the ring with Mark Long.)

Match One: Singles Match
Battle for Immortality
“The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk vs. “The Elven Nightmare” Lantlas
Referee: Steve Shaw

Mark Long: The following match is scheduled for one-fall and is a Battle for Immortality!

(The first official match of the night is up and it’s a huge encounter with more than just pride on the line. Immortality is the name of the game and it’s the man who’s out first that has the most to lose. 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 give a very unwelcoming reaction when they see the face of “The Elven Nightmare” Lantlas.)

Mark Long: Introducing first, from Munich, Germany. Standing 6’7” and weighing 240 pounds. He is “The Elven Nightmare” 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 chorus of boos 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 his opponent to show himself.)

Jerry Andrews: Here’s the Immortal Elf, practically putting on the line his life.

Al Laiman: Jerry, his life is safe and sound. You don’t put something like that out there unless you know you’re going to win.

Jerry Andrews: Well here’s a man who’s going to try and prove that wrong…

("Holding Out For A Hero" by Frou Frou plays throughout the arena and the lights go out. A single spotlight shines at the ramp way and out steps “The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk holding “The Book of the Ascension”.

He slowly stalks his way down towards the ring as Jacob in the “Kool-Aid Man” suit stumbles after. Once at the ring apron, Usali jumps up on the mat then flips over the top rope. He steps right to the middle of the ring as two more spotlights begin to shine on him. He slowly raises his book to the sky and the lights re-illuminate.)

Al Laiman: Nobody has ever tried to take away Lantlas’ immortality and Usali Basilisk is about to found out why.

Jerry Andrews: But arguably The Grand High Exalted One poses the most unique threat to Lantlas that he has ever faced. Nobody knows what the Ascension is capable of.

(The two men stand in opposite corners, ready and waiting for the bell to ring like caged animals. The referee takes the understandable precaution of frisking both men for weapons and is satisfied that neither do, but clearly takes a second to weight up Usali’s silver mask before moving on.

At fever pitch, the packed out Return To Glory crowd can’t wait for the match to begin and they aren’t kept waiting as the referee signals to ringside and the match begins.)

DING! DING! DING!

(It’s a tentative start as the competitors come out of their corners and begin to circle. Knowing precisely what is on the line, who can blame them? Moving around the ring they slowly get closer until Usali reaches out as if tempting a test of strength. Lantlas seems to be reaching out to oblige until he switches to a quick kick to the knee. No reaction can be seen on Usali’s face….or rather eyes as he replies with one of his own.

Lantlas, the hardened Elvish striker is used to this though and hits another kick that clearly hurts. This time Usali goes for another kick but the Elf sees it coming and dodges before executing a perfect Drop Toe Hold and moving fluidly into a Front Face Lock. Putting pressure on, Lantlas soon realizes he won’t get anywhere with this move so early and transitions into a grounded waist lock. The leader of the Ascension fights back and pushes his way up to his feet while still in the hold. He tried to fight back with back elbows to the head of his lanky Elvish rival and manages to free himself until Lantlas shoves him powerfully into the ropes. On the rebound both men go for Shoulder Blocks but it’s the taller, slightly heavier Lantlas that come out on top.)

Al Laiman: Usali can’t play the power game again Lantlas if he wants to win this.

(With Usali floored, Lantlas hits the ropes but Usali recovers fast and whips the legs out from underneath his opponent, knocking him down and covering fast.

One…
Kick Out!

Lantlas quickly gets out and back to his feet before doing the very same thing to his recovering nemesis, knocking him to the mat and going for the lateral press.

One…
Kick out!

Both men get to their feet equally quickly this time and don’t even think about slowing things down as they lock up in a Collar and Elbow tie up. They jockey for position and the advantage but soon it’s Basilisk that gain it and puts his blue haired opponent in a side headlock. He tightens the hold but he’s no submission-artist, unlike his counterpart who knows a reversal or two. Lantlas twists into side waist lock and lifts Usali off his feet into a Backdrop. Usali does have exceptional agility though and he uses it to rolls backwards over the elf’s shoulder and onto his feet behind.)

Jerry Andrews: Fantastic improvisation from Usali.

Al Laiman: Fantastic because being able to roll will win you immortality, obviously.

(As Lantlas turns to see what happened he receives a boot to the gut. Usali locks him up and tries to life the massive Elf into what appears to be a Brainbuster but he can’t lift him. Instead, Lantlas uses his strength to reverse into his own suplex attempt, twisting it into a Falcon’s Arrow. Still Usali’s agility is nothing to be sniffed at as he manages to flip forward out of the move and somehow onto his feet, facing away from Lantlas. Realizing that’s where his opponent is, Usali lashes out with a Solebutt to the midsection that stuns the Immortal One.

With the opportunity there and waiting he hits the ropes and jumps up, wrapping his legs around the neck of Lantlas before throwing him through the ropes with a hurricanrana. Lantlas quickly gets to his feet but is unprepared as Usali rushes across the ring throws himself over the top like your traditional flying whirling religious zealot before crashing down with a Corkscrew Plancha.)

Jerry Andrews: Maybe rolling won’t win you immortality but flying like that might.

(Usali springs up to his feet and looks up into the roof of the stadium as if sending a prayer to Numaki… that’s the High Deity of the Ascension for those of you who don’t know your deities from your donuts. After such a move it seems like Lantlas is the one that should be praying though, to whatever god an Elf prays to. Usali sees his opponent still down and decides wisely to go back on the offence by pulling him up and resting him on the apron. Chest exposed, Lantlas receives a lashing chop across the chest followed by another two and then a throw into the ring.

Usali follows by sliding under the bottom rope but is caught by a boot to the gut when Lantlas desperately tries to fight back. With Usali’s momentum stunted, Lantlas grabs his arm and whips him across the ring before going for a Lariat.

Usali manages to duck and carries his speed into the ropes. Lantlas turns onto to be met with a flying forearm from the leader of the Ascension. Both men recover but the Dreeup Basilisk hits another forearm. When Lantlas finally gets up to his feet again he is met with a High Leg Clothesline that knocks him to the mat and the crowd are loving it. Spurred on by this support, Usali decides it’s time to take to the air once more.)

Al Laiman: Is it wise for Usali to go high risk again so soon? Sooner or later it’ll come back to bit him.

(Climbing up to the turnbuckles one by one, Basilisk shows all the agility of a half-deity kitty cat and reaches the top in no time at all. Taking a moment while perched on the top he again glances into the roof of the stadium, calling on the sky deity Skilups for favour in whatever madness he’s about to unleash. Usali waits until Lantlas finally gets to his feet and throws himself off the top in a forward spin.

Landing on Lantlas’ shoulders he attempts to rolls back with a spectacular Dragonrana….but Skilups must have been on a lunch break. As Basilisk leans back, Lantlas resists and hauls him back up into a powerbomb position before rushing forward into the turnbuckles and throwing him like a lawn dart into the corner. Basilisk is crumpled up like a paper cup as Lantlas pulls him out of the corner by his leg and pins.

One…
Two…
Kick out!

Lantlas gives a grunt of frustration at the two count, his natural Elvish tranquillity wilting under the lights, and pulls Usali back up to his feet. With Usali still out on his feet, Lantlas sets himself and hits a strong roundhouse kick to the chest. Rather than knocking Usali to the mat it seems to shake the cobwebs out of him instead and Usali manages to reply with a silvery metallic headbutt. Lantlas, though slightly stunned, hits another kick that’s followed by another Usali headbutt and the strikes continue on brutally until Usali’s heart is beginning for reprieve and Lantlas’ head feels like he’s been on a drinking session with Grimm and Sadistic.

Finally Lantlas gets tired of the back and forth and charges straight at Usali, picking him up and driving him into the corner. Unable to defend himself, Usali is then left open as Lantlas unleashes another volley of brutal kicks to the chest and backs off across the ring. The one and only wrestling elf rushes back at the corner and launches himself like a torpedo…straight into the ring post after the Grand High Exalted One dives out of the way.)

Jerry Andrews: Resourceful actions there by Basilisk.

Al Laiman: Resourceful? He got lucky, Jerry.

(Getting to his feet with Lantlas still lodged in the corner, Usali takes a second to recover and then runs at Lantlas’ exposed ass…no, not exposed THAT way. Jumping up he uses Lantlas’ back as a ramp to reach to the top turnbuckle and sets himself up as his opponent manages to get himself out of the corner again. Once Lantlas is back to his feet in the middle of the ring Usali throws himself off the top. This time Skilups IS paying attention as he grabs Lantlas’ head, rotates and nails a sickening Tornado DDT.

One…
Two….
THR…NO!

Usali asks Steve Shaw if he’s sure it was two, only mentioning something about being at the mercy of Numaki if he was wrong. Shaw nods uneasily as Usali shakes his silvery head and gets up from his knees. Wondering what he can do to win this match and the most intriguing reward of Immortality, a light bulb appears over his head and he makes for the apron. Lantlas begins to stir as Usali climbs through the ropes and faces into the ring.

By now Lantlas is on his feet with help from the ropes and Usali jumps up just as Lantlas spins instinctively. Planting his feet on the top rope, Usali looks to springboard but can only look on as the Elven Warrior throws a bludgeoning Rolling Elbow straight into his temple…or rather the temple of his silver mask, knocking it into his head rendering him unconscious in mid-air.

As Usali dangles on the top rope like a soggy shirt on a washing line, Lantlas takes a second to recover. Still shaking his blue-haired head, Lantlas climbs out onto the apron with him and pulls him off the ropes. Usali can barely stand under his own power as he is forced to crawl up Lantlas’ body until the Elf hits a knee to the gut and places his head between his legs. Almost dead weight, Usali is hauled up onto Lantlas’ shoulders in a powerbomb position and the whole arena holds its breath.)

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know what Lantlas has planned but it’s not good.

(Lantlas suddenly takes a step forward and throws Usali’s legs out while simultaneously dropping like a rock to the apron. Usali falls at incredible speed and impacts the apron face first with a blood curdling Elven Tale before literally bouncing off the hard wooden surface to the outside.)

Al Laiman: That is why you never threaten to take away a guy’s immortality.

Jerry Andrews: That is why you wear a silver mask so nobody knows how messed up your face is.

(Even Steve Shaw shuddered as he begin to count out Usali, watching as Lantlas rolled back into the ring with a satisfied or relieved look on his face. The referee looks down at ringside and Usali is motionless, dead as a dodo on the padding. He gives a nervous look at the back as he questions calling the medics but continues the count up to five.

Still Usali is out cold but then he begins to twitch. At six his arms and legs begin to push up and he even struggles to stay on all fours. Somehow he continues upward and crawls up to the apron by eight. He has no strength left but closes his eyes an another silent player, this time to Gaigas to give him enough life to save himself. Nine comes and goes as Usali pushes himself up. TEN!)

Al Laiman: Lantlas wins!

Jerry Andrews: Usali made it!

(Lantlas raises he arms as the referee waves his arms frantically. Usali did make it! It takes a few moments for Lantlas to notice and then his dark side really comes out as he threatens the referee to change his decision while Usali gasps for air on the mat.)

Jerry Andrews: Somebody tell Usali he’s not immortal yet. He should be dead!

(Steve Shaw remains defiant despite the angry elf questioning him intensely and forces Lantlas to think about the matter at hand. Clearly frustrated and annoyed beyond worlds, Lantlas grabs Usali and hauls his body off the mat. There are boos around the stadium as they watch the leader of the Ascension throws into the ropes and rebound straight into a kitchen sink knee.

Collapsing to his knees, Usali is ripe for the picking and Lantlas hits the ropes before hitting missile-like dropkick to the side of his head. With Usali totally out of it, Lantlas chooses not to pin and instead inflict more pain.

Lifting Usali up to his feet once more, Lantlas whips him across the ring and goes for a huge boot to the face but Usali summons up the energy to duck and keep going into the opposite ropes. On the return he meets Lantlas and jumps up into a Crucifix, pulling him backwards into what he hopes is a pin but Lantlas is fresher and manages to roll through and onto his feet. Out of nowhere he jumps up and plants both his feet into Usali’s chest, driving all the air out of his lungs again with a double stomp.)

Al Laiman: Aaand he’s dead again.

(Lantlas grins slyly and turns to the corner with evil intentions. From the inside he begins to climb until he reaches the top, unaware that even oxygen deprivation and a crushed sternum cannot stop Basilisk. From behind Usali desperately dives at the ropes and knocks then, dislodging Lantlas’ stance and dropping him on his Elven plums. Usali breathes deep, taking up so much air that half the stadium begins to feel faint, and then sees an opportunity.

With Lantlas at just the right height, Usali places himself back-to-back with him and pushes his arms up into position for the Ascension Bomb. He takes a few extremely uneasy steps into the middle of the ring and looks to hit it…. But he’s just too weak. Lantlas thrashes his limbs and Usali is forced to let him go, dropping behind. Usali turns quickly, but not quickly enough to stop Lantlas grabbing him and driving his head down into the mat with a Downward Spiral.

One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!

Usali’s shoulder just inches off the mat in time and he breathes a sigh of relief…until Lantlas kicks that air out of him again. The boot to the chest is followed by another and then a rough dragging to his feet. The crowd begin a spontaneous “U-Sa-Li!” chant to get the most out of their unlikely hero but it doesn’t help him as Lantlas shoots an elbow into his neck, followed by a whole series of the same shots that force him back into the corner.

Lantlas quickly attempts to whip Usali across the ring but the crowds chorus is clearly inspiring Basilisk who reverses and sends Lantlas across the ring. Putting aside any pain he may have been feeling, The Grand High Exalted One sprints at his opponent and leaps up with a Leg Clothesline in the corner. Lantlas somehow manages to catch Basilisk in mid-air and manoeuvre him onto his shoulders. As Usali struggles, Lantlas access the unorthodox portion of his mind and rushes back across the ring with Basilisk on his shoulders. Approaching the corner he turns side on and drives Usali’s head straight into the top turnbuckle.)

Jerry Andrews: Basilisk has to be gone now.

Al Laiman: Silver mask or not those shock waves will go through his whole body. This is over!

(With Usali dead on his shoulders, evil thoughts go through Lantlas’ mind again and he turns his back to the corner. Cautiously he begins to scale the turnbuckles until he is sat on the second turnbuckle, still with Basilisk prone on top of him.)

Jerry Andrews: Dear god what is he thinking?

Al Laiman: Flame of the West from the second rope!

(Lantlas stands and looks to hit the sick modified Spike Piledriver but Usali comes around just in time, lashing out with an elbow right into one of his pointy ears. He keeps firing off the elbows until he is released and falls back onto the top turnbuckle. Adjusting himself to he is seated behind Lantlas, Usali instinctively lunges down with his silver mask with a blunt and thudding headbutt. He follows it with another, and another until Lantlas goes limp and falls like a sack of Elven potatoes to the mat.

The crowd is in raptures as Usali, groggy, tired and gasping for air, climbs to the top. As the everyone looks on and the cheers from the crowd reach fever pitch, Basilisk throws himself from the top with all the grace of Skilups himself before crashing down with the Ascension Dive headbutt and collapsing over Lantlas’ motionless body.

One…
Two…
THREE!!!)

Mark Long: And the winner of the match...USALI BASILISK!

(A large cheer can be heard coming from the PCW Faithful as “Holding Out For a Hero” begins to play and Usali slowly gets to his feet, with a little help by PCW Official Steve Shaw. Suddenly, “Holding Out For a Hero” cuts to an abrupt end and the arena lights turn off.)

Al Laiman: What the hell is going on here, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: No clue, Al.

(As a strange, ominous type of chant replaces that of “Holding Out For a Hero”, a red-tinted fog slowly fills the arena. Standing, alone, in the middle of the ring is Usali Basilisk. However, as the red fog increases, it completely takes Usali out of sight.)

Jerry Andrews: Where's Usali?!

Al Laiman: Better question, where's Lantlas?

(Shattering the red fog moments later is a lightning bolt shooting from what can only be assumed is the Heavens.)

Jerry Andrews: HOLY SMOKES! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

(Blue shine begins seeping from the center of the ring. The longer the blue shine is in the red, the more the red-fog retreats.)

Jerry Andrews: Whatever's causing that blue shine coming from the ring is making that red smoke disappear!

(As more and more of the red-fog clears, you can make out what is causing the blue shine- Usali Basilisk, with an amulet in his hand.)

Al Laiman: That light...that blue glow...is, is...beautiful.

(Like Usali's theme music, the ominous chanting also abruptly end, as does the blue shine, and the arena is completely black.)

Jerry Andrews: Al? AL? Where are you?

Al Laiman: Right here, Jerry, and I don't know what's going on. All that I can say is that the arena is completely dark...wait, can you feel that, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: That cold presence? Yes. But...but...what is it?

(When the lights turn up, there is no one standing in the ring. The feed quickly leaves that of a empty ring to the backstage, as a strange, unseen voice is heard off-scene...

Narrator: Welcome back to Pure Class Wrestling's favorite cash game; the Hangtown Hold 'Em poker session hosted by the Hellspawns from Hangtown. Seated around the cheap card table are the bearded brothers, William and Phinehas, and their underling, Jeremy Bagwell. The center of the table, usually overflowing with goodness, is noticeably bare. Let's see what's going on...

(Bagwell deals in the Brothers Gruesome, but they seem in no mood for cards...unique items be damned! Then they hear the whistling.)

Jeremy Bagwell: What the...?

(Grimm peers up from his princely throne, Sadistic swivels on his worn bar stool, and Bagwell twists on his Anthony Douglas Signature Series Chair that is so nondescript you can't even tell it's a chair. Appearing in the hallway is one of PCW's hottest rookies: "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard! The appearance of the death-defying youngster jars a cheer from the raucous Carolina crowd. Strolling past the unique table game, Kaard glances over and his interest is piqued. Casually sliding up to the crooked wooden door and frame, Kaard delivers three crisp raps.)

Jeremy Bagwell: Come in!

(Kaard cracks the door and slips into the "room" with an innocent grin on his face. Pulling aside a giant blue hand shaped into a chair, the rookie takes a seat. His eyes glow with optimism; he is obviously unaware of the brothers' reputation.)

Justin Kaard: How's it going, boys?

Grimm: ...

Jeremy Bagwell: Good.

Sadistic: ...

Justin Kaard: ...okay!

(Bagwell begins a new hand, this time dealing in Kaard. The silence from the brothers is awkward to say the least. The pot finally begins to fill with some top notch items: A large green couch with a rip in it, a Rodney Phoenix replica championship belt(because aspirations DO come true), and an "I Endorse Racism" shirt signed by "Hybrid" Mike Park(because if there's one thing Skylar Marshall enjoys more than exploiting his current employees, it's exploiting his former employees). The end of the hand sees Kaard grab the pot with three Kings. Grimm & Sadistic are most displeased.)

Justin Kaard: Well, gents, I'd better get out of here. Got a big match to prepare for. Thanks for havin' me at your table, and good luck out there tonight.

(Taking the shirt and the belt, but leaving the couch, Kaard exits through the crooked wooden door.)

Grimm: I don't like him. He reminds me of somebody.

Sadistic: Who?

Grimm: Mr. Roth.

(Sadistic turns to his brother and gives him a slow nod.)

Sadistic: Which reminds me. Shall we?

(Without further conversation, the brothers rise from their seats and head for the door.)

Sadistic: We've got some business to attend to. Hold down the fort.

(Bagwell gives a weary nod as Grimm & Sadistic exit through the door and disappear down the corridor. Without hesitation, Bagwell scurries over and turns the deadbolt. As soon as he returns to the table, he hears it.)

*THUMP*

*THUMP* *THUMP*

(Jeremy turns to the far corridor, the walls cloaked in darkness, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. The loud, thumping sounds conjure images of the Bear Jew.)

*THUMP* *THUMP*

(Blade Lionheart emerges from the darkness, his silver, blood stained bat resting over a massive shoulder. The return of the Blade Man draws a brief applause from the PCW Faithful. No doubt, he's looking for shit to break. It's not long before he spots the wooden door and frame in the middle of the room and heads for it. Surely, he thinks, there must be shit on the other side in need of breaking. Turning the knob, he tries to open the door. It doesn't budge. Regrouping, he decides to try knocking.)

Jeremy Bagwell: Go away! Nobody is here!

Blade Lionheart: Damn...

(But as he turns to leave, he realizes that somebody is in there! Peeking around the door frame, he spots Jeremy Bagwell sitting by himself.)

Blade Lionheart: If you let me in now, little boy, I promise I won't hurt you.

Jeremy Bagwell: No, thank you.

(Blade tries the door again. He's becoming more frustrated by the second.)

Blade Lionheart: Braaagh! Boy! I'm gonna break your shit! Let me in!

(He boots the door, which actually moves the door and frame nearly a foot, before finally accepting that there is no way he's getting in that room! Spinning his bat around a few times, he reluctantly heads off in the opposite direction.)

Jeremy Bagwell: Dip shit...

Narrator: Oh those Brothers Grimm!

(The feed switches to that of Mark Long standing in the ring.)

Match Two: Singles Match
Pegasus vs. “J-Bag” Jeremy Bagwell
Referee: Eddie Lane

Mark Long: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen-minute time-limit. Introducing first...standing 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 185 lbs...from Five Forks, South Carolina...Jeremy Bagwell!

("Runnin' with the Devil" hits and out saunters Jeremy Bagwell to a negative response from the crowd. He smiles sarcastically as he walks down the aisle and slides into the ring. Turning to await his scrupulous opponent, he points to his head repeatedly to assure the fans that he will be the smarter wrestler tonight.)

Al Laiman: After being knocked out of action at Game Over: 2 by Grimm & Sadistic, Pegasus made his surprise return two weeks ago at Trauma. His welcoming party: Jeremy Bagwell. Bagwell had controlled the majority of the match thanks largely in part to dirty tactics but opted to take a cowardly countout before Pegasus could get his hands on the yellow-bellied youngster. Tonight, Pegasus will finally get his hands around Bagwell's scrawny neck.

Jerry Andrews: Jeremy Bagwell's true colors bled through at Trauma when he willingly took a count-out to avoid stepping back into the ring with Pegasus. But tonight, I guess young Bagwell has some sort of gameplan for tthe match.

Mark Long: And his opponent...standing 5 feet, 10 inches and weighing in at 213 lbs...from Greenville, South Carolina...Pegasus!

("Leap of Faith" by Egypt Central hits and the fans come to their feet to give the Shining Star of the Ascension a proper ovation. Only...he's nowhere to be seen. Five seconds turn to fifteen seconds...then a minute...then Pegasus is in the ring standing right behind Jeremy Bagwell! Having casually strolled through the crowd into the ring, Pegasus now has the upperhand on his inexperienced opponent - and the fans can't wait!)

Al Laiman: Pegasus just appeared out of the crowd and Bagwell has no clue that he's standing right behind him!

(Sensing that something is amiss, Bagwell slowly turns...and just barely ducks a big right hand! Bagwell takes off and Pegs gives chase. Jeremy doesn't hesitate to dive out of the ring as referee Eddie Lane calls for the bell and immediately begins his ten-count. Bagwell milks it to nine before he slowly slides back in. Pegasus goes straight for him prompting the rookie to roll back to the outside. Eddie Lane restarts the count and Bagwell predictably rolls back in at nine. The fans are beginning to boo.)

Al Laiman: It would appear Jeremy Bagwell wants nothing to do with Pegasus.

(The cat and mouse continues until Eddie Lane threatens to disqualify the young coward. Reluctantly, Bagwell steps back into the ring to face Pegasus...and drives his thumb into Peggy's eye! The fans continue to boo as Bagwell goes to work with some aggressive offense!)

Jerry Andrews: Where did that come from? Bagwell was ready to piss his pants a minute ago...

Al Laiman: That's called a gameplan, Jerry.

(Bagwell continues his assault on the blinded Pegasus and actually pulls off a nice series of moves that result in a nearfall. However, inexperience is a bitch, and a botched suplex leaves Pegasus in great position to German suplex the crap out of Bagwell - not literally. Peggy recovers and aims his angry glare at the groggy youngster and the fans are ready to see Bagwell get his!)

Jerry Andrews: This is what Pegasus has been waiting for!

(With much satisfaction, Pegasus catches the rookie with the Guiding Light and the fans are loving every second of it! Signalling the end, Pegs drops down and makes the cover. 1...2...kickout! Pegasus is a bit surprised, as are the fans.)

Jerry Andrews: I thought he was done for sure! Jeremy Bagwell is showing us something here...

(Pegasus waits for Bagwell to struggle to his feet, and once he does Peggy catches him with a hurricanrana! Rather than go for the cover, Pegs springs to the top rope and hits home with the Leap of Faith! Again, he decides against going for the cover. Instead, he locks in the Tribulation! The pain is immediate as Bagwell begins thrashing about! Pegasus wrenches on the submissin hold but Bagwell refuses to tap!

Trying to pull himself to the ropes, Bagwell is desparately reaching for the bottom strand. After a gutsy effort, Jeremy Bagwell has no choice but to tap out at the 11 minute and 44 second mark. The fans are elated as Pegasus quickly releases the hold and jumps to his feet triumphantly!)

Jerry Andrews: An impressive win by Pegasus! Jeremy Bagwell showed potential in the early running, but in the end he was clearly no match for the veteran!

Mark Long: The winner of this match...PEGASUS!

Al Laiman: What a welcome back party Pegasus just had there, getting a victory on pay-per-view. It's not everyday our resident do-gooder gets a win, but when he does, dammit, they mean something.

(The feed suddenly switches to a montage of violent images from the war that has raged around the North American Championship. Non Compos Mentis has been challenged over and over again, and every time he has retained – usually through some act of senseless horrifying violence. It’s been a long and oftimes painful road for all of these men, leading to this final, ultimate challenge. The Gauntlet.

Cut to a high angle shot of the Pure Class arena, packed to overflowing with half to completely crazed wrestling fans. Around the ring there have been a few… surprise modifications. Specifically, four one-man shark cages loom ominously at each corner around the ringside area.)

Match Three: North American Championship Match
Gauntlet for the Gold
Participants:
Non Compos Mentis ©
High Tide
Justin Kaard
The Watcher
Areas
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Eric Russo

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen… the Gauntlet for the Gold is about to begin!

(Long has to pause to let the crowd get it out of their system. Everyone seems to have a favorite tonight, and signs swearing allegiance to the Ascension are waved alongside others reading “Tattooed Attitude”, “Hail to the King”, and “I’m higher than Tide”.)

Mark Long: Allow me to explain the rules of this contest. Around the ring have been placed four inescapable cells. A man will be locked inside each one, while those who drew numbers one and two will begin in the ring. When a contender is eliminated, a random cell will unlock and the next round of the Gauntlet will begin immediately! The last man standing will be the Pure Class Wrestling NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!

Jerry Andrews: Listen to this capacity crowd! Nobody was expecting THIS, Al!

Al Laiman: It must be the surest way to keep them from killing each other backstage! This is for the belt and in one of the hardest contests in the world to win. Order of entry is a tremendous advantage – you could have to go through one man or you could have to go through five; you just have to hope Lady Luck is in your corner.

("10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" kicks in and the crowd explodes into wild cheers.)

Jerry Andrews: It’s Crazy Boy! The tattooed hooligan is on his way out, and listen to these fans go…

Al Laiman: DON’T say it. Tyrone Smith is being placed into the first cell, maybe a little reluctantly. I can’t say I blame him. No doubt, Smith has a bone to pick with the reigning North American champion, but almost everybody does.

(The music switches to "Ain't No Sunshine" and to everyone’s surprise, both the Watcher and Areas step out side by side.)

Jerry Andrews: The Church of the Ascension entering together, standing united under one banner. For now, anyway, they could easily have to face one another for the gold.

Al Laiman: The Watcher’s a zombie, couldn’t Areas just de-animate him for the three count?

Jerry Andrews: I… don’t know if it works that way, Al, you’d have to ask them. A quick fist bump, and they go their separate ways. Only one cage is left empty, who’s going to be next?

("Name of the Game" thunders from the speakers, and it’s clear that PCW’s resident spot monkey has picked himself up an impressive following. Justin Kaard sprints to the ring for some high-octane pre-match ceremonies.)

Jerry Andrews: It’s the Adrenaline King, and listen to the crowd get behind this exciting youngster! He’s fought so hard to be in this match, and now he’s got his chance at the gold! Wow, is he pumped up!

Al Laiman: He needs to pace himself, Jerry. The order of entry is going to be completely random, so you have no idea how long you’ll have to be in that ring. These men have to conserve every bit of energy they’ve got, and Kaard is expending a lot before the match even starts.

Jerry Andrews: Well, now we know who drew the short straws – High Tide and Non Compos Mentis!

(Speaking of the Pernicious Pure Class Pirate [Grimm and Sadistic don’t get to have ALL the fun], the crowd gets a little Hendrix laid on them. High Tide “rows” down the aisle, seemingly oblivious to the hostile fan reaction.)

Jerry Andrews: High Tide certainly hasn’t made many friends.

Al Laiman: I doubt he could care less, Jerry. High Tide has had some huge victories and shown amazing skill – better living through chemistry, I suppose – but can he defeat FIVE opponents? The deck is stacked against the scurvy scallywag tonight, especially since the first man he has to face is…

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis.

“Hells Bells” tops off this music block, and the North American champion appears. The big man stands on the stage, a little (taken aback by how vehemently the crowd is booing him.)

Jerry Andrews: There he is, the man who drew the unlucky number One, the deadly Non Compos Mentis. He is without a doubt one of the most dominating champions in the history of Pure Class, but what a horrendous challenge he has to face.

Al Laiman: What a horrendous challenge High Tide has to face, I don’t care how anesthetized he is! Mentis is NOT right, Jerry. There is something very VERY wrong with that man.

Jerry Andrews: The champion’s actions of late have been unpredictable to say the least. Mentis certainly doesn’t look too happy about the way he’s being received here tonight, but after what he did to Crazy Boy and the Watcher, I can’t say I’m surprised.

DING DING DING!

Al Laiman: And the Gauntlet has begun!

(The four men locked in the cells look on as Mentis and High Tide circle the ring. Mentis goes for a tie up, but Tide doesn’t like the look of it and steps halfway through the ropes. The champion raises his hands and backs off as the pirate eyeballs him. A tie up… nope, High Tide didn’t like that one either.

After some more feinting back and forth, Mentis takes the direct route with a kick to the gut and slugs High Tide back into a corner. He beats the pirate down with shoulder and boot, leaving him ripe for a running knee strike to the temple. A throw to the far corner and a charging lariat, and the pirate staggers out of the corner and into a monstrous power slam!

1… 2…)

Jerry Andrews: Mentis very aggressive in the early part of this match, but he seems to be in control of himself. For now.

(Non Compos Mentis drops half a dozen elbows in rapid succession and gets another near fall. A throw to the ropes and a lariat sends High Tide tumbling over the top to the outside. Eric Russo starts the ten count as Mentis goes out and rounds on the scurvy scallywag, catching up with him by The Watcher’s cell. A handful of hair, and Mentis sets Tide up for a DDT on the floor, but the smaller man grabs the waistband of the champ’s shorts and falls backward.

Mentis meets the steel shark cage face first! High Tide goes for a walk – or perhaps a stagger – stopping just out of the reach of Crazy Boy who is shaking the bars in his eagerness to join the fray. Eric Russo is up to seven when Tide rolls back into the ring. Mentis is in as well, but High Tide rolls back out the far side. A chase ensues, and two laps around ringside end badly when High Tide goes low with a drop toe hold, sending Mentis crashing into the ring steps. The pirate looks around as if a little dazed, and grabs a nearby chair!)

Jerry Andrews: High Tide’s got a chair! This isn’t a hardcore match! Referee Russo is shouting orders, but the pirate is paying him no mind at all!

Al Laiman: This crowd is going nuts, and High Tide is… shushing them? You’ve got to be kidding me! He’s going to get himself disqualified if he does this! Mentis up to his feet… and ducks!

Jerry Andrews: Mentis snatched the chair and bashed Tide with it!

DING DING! DING!

Al Laiman: Russo disqualified Non Compos Mentis! Non Compos Mentis just put himself out of the Gauntlet!

Jerry Andrews: He’s in shock! He can’t believe what just happened! Mentis in the ring… He’s got Russo by the collar!

Al Laiman: Look at that man’s face, look in that man’s eyes! I TOLD you he wasn’t right! This is bad, Jerry, this is bad and it could get worse! Mentis is screaming at Russo!

Jerry Andrews: The official is trying to escape, give orders, and reason with Non Compos Mentis all at the same time. Mentis has the chair in one hand and Russo’s shirt in the other… Oh, he just gave a head butt to the official! Mentis throws the chair down – he’s going to DDT him! Somebody get some help out here! Get security, get anybody!

Al Laiman: CRAZY BOY! Crazy Boy is in the ring!

(The crowd leaps to their feet as Crazy Boy bounds into the ring (the cells unlock automatically, remember?) Mentis has the referee poised for a DDT onto the chair when Smith breaks it up with a high-flying clothesline. Russo collapses to the mat, and the Crazy One tears into Non Compos Mentis! High Tide is the legal man, but Smith either doesn’t remember or doesn’t care. A throw to the corner and a dropkick to the face puts Mentis down, and Smith goes up top… The Crazy Spin!)

Jerry Andrews: The fans are on their feet, Al! Crazy Boy standing tall in the ring… Wait, High Tide is back in there! He’s got the chair! Smith is paying attention to the fans, he doesn’t notice that rotten pirate sneaking up behind him.

Al Laiman: High Tide sticks the chair into Smith’s gut… GUILLOTINE! Oh my lord, Smith was almost decapitated for real!

Jerry Andrews: Tide kicks the chair out of the ring, and now he’s dragging Russo into position! No, not like this! Come on, Crazy Boy!

(1… 2… 3!

DING! DING! DING!)

Jerry Andrews: What a miscarriage of justice! High Tide with an elegant bow… Oh, give me a break!

Al Laiman: He’s a pirate, Jerry, or at least he thinks he is. He’s a low down, dirty rotten bilge rat. What do you expect?

Jerry Andrews: THE ADRENALINE KING! Justin Kaard has been released from his cell and dives into the ring! High Tide is still celebrating… Victory Roll!

(1… 2… 3!)

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: I certainly didn’t expect THAT! Now it’s High Tide’s turn to be shocked! Serves him right!

(Justin Kaard is all over the ring celebrating for the fans as High Tide tries to figure out what the HELL just happened. All eyes go to the last two cages; which member of the Ascension will enter the ring? Both men are rattling the doors… and then the Watcher steps out. The Adrenaline King is ready for him, slapping the mat and bouncing off the ropes as the big man enters via the ring steps.

They tie up, and The Watcher goes for a suplex. Kaard floats over the top and lands on his feet, but the Watcher levels him with a huge roundabout clothesline. Seriously outmuscled, Kaard is kept on the mat and on defense, as the Dark Herald utilizes his own brand of human origami. Kaard fights back and sends the Watcher to the ropes, but is reversed and caught on the rebound with a belly-to-belly suplex!

1… 2…

The Watcher stays on the attack, executing two rolling suplexes. Kaard manages to block the last one, and tries to punch his way free. A swing and a miss, and the Watcher catches the youngster around the waist. German suplex… No! Kaard lands on his feet and runs the heavyweight into the ropes. The Watcher grabs onto the top and throws Kaard off, but the high-flyer rolls to his feet and dropkicks him in the back of the head. The Watcher goes tumbling out of the ring, and Kaard mounts the turnbuckles!)

Jerry Andrews: THE SEATTLE SPACE WALK! To the outside!

PCW FAITHFUL: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Al Laiman: INSANE dive by the Adrenaline King, and he’s down as well! That was from the top all the way down to the concrete floor! The official is starting the count on both men!

(1… 2… 3… 4…)

Jerry Andrews: What happens if it’s a double count out? Areas is the only man left, does he win by default?

Al Laiman: I don’t know, but both men are hurt. The Watcher is starting to move, but that was a tremendous shot he took.

(5… 6… 7…)

Jerry Andrews: Kaard is grasping onto the apron, trying to climb back inside!

(8… 9…)

Al Laiman: Kaard rolls into the ring!

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: Kaard made it! The Watcher has been counted out!

Al Laiman: That just leaves Areas! We’re down to the final two!

(The Shaman of the Ascension is sick of being locked in a cage and dives into the ring guns a-blazing. Snapmare on Kaard, a kick between the shoulderblades, and a jumping knee drop to finish things off. Two count. Some more punishment and a float-over suplex. Two count. Areas drags Kaard to his feet, locks his head between his knees, and hoists him up… Running powerbomb!)

(1… 2…)

Jerry Andrews: Oh, that was close! I thought it was over!

Al Laiman: So did I, and so did Areas! Kaard is in a world of hurt here, and Areas is looking to put him away! He’s going for another powerbomb, this could finish the King off! Kaard up in the air…

Jerry Andrews: He reversed it with a falling DDT! Areas is coldcocked but Kaard collapses as well! The crowd is cheering the young man on as he uses the ropes to pull himself upright. He’s going to the corner; first turnbuckle, second, all the way to the top! It’s another Space Walk, and if this connects, we’ve got our new North American Champion!

Al Laiman: NOBODY HOME!

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard just crashed and burned! The Shaman of the Ascension points one finger skyward and mounts the ropes himself. He’s looking pretty wobbly…

Al Laiman: It’s the Phoenix Splash… NOBODY HOME!

(Both men are collapsed in the ring. Referee Russo checks both of them over, and is forced to start the ten count.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…)

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard throws an arm over Areas!

(1… 2… NO!)

Al Laiman: Oh my god, that was close! You couldn’t have gotten a piece of paper between the ref’s hand and the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Areas and Kaard are on their knees, wearily trading punches. Areas fights to his feet, and sends Kaard for a hard ride to the corner. No! Kaard reverses it and slams Areas into the turnbuckles!

Al Laiman: Where is the kid getting this? Here he comes across the ring… HUGE leaping splash!

Jerry Andrews: Areas dodged! Kaard slams into the empty corner and catches his face on the ring post! I think he knocked himself out!

Al Laiman: Areas going up top again, but it’s a long climb. Kaard is flat on his back in the middle of the ring, he might be unconscious. Areas way up top…

Jerry Andrews: THE PHOENIX SPLASH! This time he nailed it! Areas hooks the leg…

1… 2… 3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: AREAS IS THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!

Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW...PCW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION...AREAS!

("Ain't no sunshine" kicks in and fireworks erupt from the ring posts as Areas raises his hands to the crowd. Areas is presented with the gleaming title belt, and the faithful cheer as the rest of the Ascension emerge from the back - first Pegasus, then t\The Watcher, and finally the eerie Usali Basilisk. The Dark Church stands together in the ring as their Shaman proudly holds the North American title belt aloft.)

Al Laiman: Areas did it! Areas has brought the Gold home to the Ascension!

Jerry Andrews: The Adrenaline King is still on the outside, he’s finally coming around after swallowing half the ring post. He’s beside himself, Al! He knows how close he was!

Al Laiman: All six of these men fought like never before, but in the end, Areas and the Ascension stand triumphant!

Jerry Andrews: I'm getting word that our cameras have spotted Crazy Boy backstage. Let's see what's going on with one of the participants of that previous match that wasn't able to pull out a victory.

(The PCW-Tron kicks on and shows a backstage corridor with Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith walking down it, still slightly annoyed at his loss earlier in the evening. He stops in his tracks when he hears a slightly familiar voice.)

Andy: As I live and breath, if it isn’t the Crazy Boy.

(CB turns around sees Andy D leaning up against one of the walls. He walks up and shakes the guy’s hand in friendship.)

Crazy Boy: Andy D. I was wondering when we’d bump into each other. Congratulations on the victory earlier.

Andy: Thanks for that. It has been a while huh? How have you been?

Crazy Boy: I’ve been alright. Few setbacks

Andy: Yeah, caught your match earlier, sucked man. Still, after your last title reign went so well --

(Crazy boy gets very angry very quickly.)

Crazy Boy: Shut your damn mouth. I really don't want to hear about That

Andy: Whoa, easy, it was just a joke.

Crazy Boy: Well it wasn’t funny

Andy: Dude, I’m sorry.

Crazy Boy: I… I guess I’m just still pissed from losing earlier.

Andy: Yeah man, I understand. Listen lets go grab a beer or something when you’ve cooled down a bit.

Crazy Boy: Yeah, sounds good to me.

(Andy walks off in the direction Crazy Boy came from, while Crazy Boy stares at him with intense anger in his eyes before he turns and heads back to where he was headed to. When the feed comes back, we have Mark Long standing in the ring.)[/color]

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Four: World Championship Match
Cage Match
LoKi © vs. Justin “Stormm” Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Little

Mark Long: The following contest is a CAGE MATCH for the PCW WORLD Championship!

(The PCW Faithful cheer, acknowledging the stipulation and LoKi's chance to finally redeem what rightfully belongs to him.)

Mark Long: The only way to win this match is by pinfall or submission inside of the cage! Introducing first, he is the current owner of the Pure Class Wrestling's World Championship belt...from Kansas City, Kansas and weighing in at 252 lbs. Standing six feet, three inches...Justin...“STORMM”...Michaels!

(The lights in the arena fade to an ominous orange glow and the heavy guitar riffs to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning cause the crowd to erupt with jeers.)

"FALL!"

(As "I Will Not Bow" picks up the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes.)

Jerry Andrews: Since coming back to the PCW, Stormm has taken the PCW by...

Al Laiman: ...go ahead and use the pun, Jerry...

Jerry Andrews: ...well, storm.

Al Laiman: I usually like a bit of mean streak in people, but Stormm has gone above and beyond at portrying an ass. But either way, his antics have been working. He has gone on to be one of the most hated men in Pure Class Wrestling history, and has maneuvered his way into getting a legitimate PCW World Championship Match here tonight.

"I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away."

(Out through the curtain steps Justin "Stormm" Michaels. Draped over his right shoulder and secured with a death grip from his right hand is the PCW Championship belt, carried as if he actually owned the title that came with the belt itself.)

Jerry Andrews: And there he is. The man who has tormented LoKi by withholding the championship belt LoKi had waited so long to get his hands on.

Al Laiman: It really had to be bittersweet for LoKi. Winning the World Championship, but never able to fully hold onto the belt that he deserves. It'd be like winning an award, but there's no plaque or certificate to hold and show off.

(Stormm walks down the entrance aisle, cocky, yet determined. As he strikes closer to the ring, he looks up at the hanging steel structure overhead.)

Jerry Andrews: No more running for Stormm. No more sneak attacks from LoKi. When LoKi and Stormm get into that ring...when that cage lowers...it's just those two and that steel constraint.

(Stormm gets inside of the ring and the jeers he is receiving is defeaning.)

Al Laiman: These fans are really letting Stormm hear it.

(Stormm backs into a corner and slouches against a turnbuckle, awaiting the introduction of LoKi. Stormm's lighting switches to that of pure darkness. Multi-colored lights replace the darkness and dart out in every direction. The pattern of the lights seem to fit perfectly with the blaring of, “Unstable” by Adema.

A large explosion rocks the stage as LoKi, “The Angel of Death” steps from behind the entrance curtain.)

Mark Long: And now introducing...he is the first ever triple crown winner in PCW history...The Angel of Death...hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota...standing six feet and weighing in at 220 lbs...he is the current and defending Pure Class Wrestling World Champion...LOKI!

(The arena lights turn to their natural glow as LoKi, fists clenched, begins to walk down the entrance ramp; He too stares at the cage hanging from above the ring before entering the ring. LoKi walks right into Stormm's comfort zone and says, “No more running. No more hiding.” Stormm, staring directly into LoKi's eyes responds with, “I'm right here.”

Stormm then raises the PCW World Championship belt high into the air. A smile appears on LoKi's face when Stormm raises the belt, and LoKi backs off. Stormm walks out from the corner he was slouched in and walks to the center of the ring. He hands the title to Tyrone Little, the referee for the contest. Tyrone Little raises it in the air and then hands it to Mark Long.

Mark Long takes it with him as he walks outside of the ring. Also outside of the ring is referee Joseph Buckland. He will be the outside official for this contest.)

Al Laiman: Look at Bucky Joe out there. This is probably the closest to Pay-Per-View main event, or World Championship Match, that Bucky will ever be apart of.

(With only the referee and the competitors in the ring, the cage begins to lower from the ceiling.)

Jerry Andrews: Referee Buckland is only on the outside of the ring to ensure unlock the door once the match is over. To remind everyone of the rules, unlike most modern cage matches, the only way to win the match is by pinfall or submission inside of the cage. No exiting through the cage door. No climbing out to the arena floor.

Al Laiman: In-fact, if either competitor leaves the cage before the final bell, that man will lose the match, and the title, by forfeit.

(With the cage officially lowered and locked, Referee Little signals for the bell.)

DING! DING! DING!

(LoKi and Stormm start the match by squaring off nose-to-nose in the middle of the ring. The two begin jaw jacking before Stormm backs down. However, in an instant, he changes his mind and rushes LoKi. LoKi seems to have been expecting that, for he blocks a right hand by Stormm and starts rocking him with right hands of his own.

He pushes Stormm against the ropes, and Stormm ducks under a clothesline attempt as he comes bouncing back. Stormm bounces on the other ropes but as he comes back this time, LoKi catches him with a beautiful dropkick.)

Jerry Andrews: Although the ropes are there, they are so close to the steel bars of the cage that, every time one of these individuals bounce off the ropes, their backs will graze the cage.

Al Laiman: And, from personal experience, that doesn't feel pleasant. Not at all.

(Stormm gets to his feet, but LoKi ties him up into the ropes as he does. He lays into him with a few more rights before Stormm frees himself. LoKi pushes Stormm on the ropes again, and Stormm goes sprinting forward. When Stormm comes bouncing back, LoKi high-back body-drops him.

LoKi goes to grab Stormm back to his feet, but Stormm grabs LoKi's trunks and pulls him down throat first across the bottom rope.)

Al Laiman: Good defensive move there by Stormm.

(Stormm gets back to his feet and waits for LoKi to get back to his. Once LoKi does, Stormm grabs LoKi and rams him into the cage. LoKi crashes with a loud thwack as he hits.)

Jerry Andrews: Normally I'd shun such tactics, but in this match, that kind of smack is totally legal.

Al Laiman: Can't hate on Stormm for playing by the rules, that's for sure.

Jerry Andrews: Much like how we can expect Los Dos Amigos to pull out every tactic when they square off against Grimm & Sadistic in that No Holds Barred; No Disqualification Match in our main event.

Al Laiman: That's something that's been bugging me, anyway. Why does the tag team match get top billing on this show? Everyone knows the most sought after championship is the World Championship. This match right here is MY main event.

(LoKi kinda just hangs there, stuck between the ropes and the cage. Storm shows some great balance and athleticism by climbing those same ropes and then standing perfectly still on the top. Stormm looks around for a moment, as the fans jeer, then dives legs first, in some kind of drop kick attempt. However, LoKi dodges at the last moment and Stormm crashes and burns into the cage- legs caught in the bars as he does so.)

Jerry Andrews: Stormm took a high-risk on that one, and it didn't pay off.

(LoKi slides onto his feet, runs across the ropes on the opposing side, springs off, and then comes rushing back with a flying leg lariat into Stormm's hung leg. LoKi crashes hard, but obviously, it's Stormm who took the brunt of that.)

Jerry Andrews: The impact of that was deafening. That is sure to be one to be replayed throughout history.

Al Laiman: Look at that, though! The velocity of the move managed to untangle Stormm's leg.

(Stormm, now free, begins crawling under the ropes, and then tries to pull himself up with the ropes. LoKi, on the other-hand, clutches his hip, but also tries to pull himself up by the ropes. Once both men are back to their feet, LoKi rushes at Stormm, but it is Stormm this time who is able to side-step and use LoKi's own momentum against him, tossing LoKi face-first into the cage.)

Al Laiman: Stormm just lawn-darted LoKi there!

(LoKi smashes into the cage and falls to the mat, but Stormm grabs him again and lawn-darts him again, this time on the other side of the cage. Stormm picks up LoKi yet again, and looks to be going for a DDT, but LoKi reverses out of it and nails Stormm with a short-arm clothesline instead.

LoKi then grabs the leg of Stormm, positions him, then catapults him face-first into the cage. After Stormm bounces off the cage, he stumbles back, and LoKi catches him in a beautiful release German suplex, suplexing Stormm into the cage.

The fans pop big as Stormm hits back first into the cage, and then slivers all the way down. LoKi pulls Stormm into the center of the ring and hooks the leg in a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

No, Stormm kicks out at two.)

Jerry Andrews: LoKi with the first pinfall try this match, but knowing what's on the line, you know it would have to take more than that to win this match.

Al Laiman: But it is smart thinking on LoKi's part. Every pin attempt places body weight on your opponent, and when they force a kick-out, it exerts more energy, slowly wearing down your opponent.

(Stormm and LoKi both get to their feet, but LoKi drop-toe holds Stormm back to the mat. LoKi then begins to scale the cage.)

Al Laiman: I don't know what LoKi's doing. He does know he will lose the match if exits the ring, right?

(Whatever it was LoKi was trying to do, however, is irrelevant as Stormm quickly climbs up behind LoKi. Stormm maneuvers LoKi onto his shoulders, and then the two fly off the cage- Stormm taking LoKi out with an Electric Chair Drop! The ring shakes from the impact of both men crashing to the mat!)

Jerry Andrews: What a move!

(Stormm is the first to begin crawling, slowly getting over to where LoKi is. Stormm drops an arm on-top of LoKi, making his own pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

LoKi too kicks out, but barely. Stormm looks out at Tyrone Little, holding up three fingers. Tyrone shakes his head no and puts up two fingers of his own.)

Al Laiman: So close, but not close enough.

(Stormm gets back to his feet and pulls LoKi up by the hair to get him onto his. Stormm goes for a Powerbomb, but LoKi slips out and slides down Stormm's back. LoKi quickly catches Stormm into a Full Nelson, then flips him into a Dragon Tazplex!)

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! That turned Stormm inside out!

Al Laiman: But both men are now down on the mat. It seems that Dragon Tazplex took some out of LoKi too.

(LoKi, despite the move taking a toll on his own body, is in-fact the first to start stirring. He again uses the ropes to pull himself up, and when he does, he again starts climbing the cage. Once he gets all the way up he straddles the top of the cage and stares out into the crowd, listening to the PCW Faithful chanting his name. LoKi, suddenly, climbs to his feet, turns in an instant, and leaps off the cage with a beautiful moonsault.

However, at the last very moment, Stormm rolls out of the way, and for the second-time tonight, LoKi crashes and burns...hard!)

Jerry Andrews: That's why they're called high-risk maneuvers! When they hit, they can payoff by earning you a victory. But when you miss, it can cost you the match!

(The fans are applauding, but surely only at the spectacle of the sight and not at LoKi failing to hit the moonsault. LoKi starts to stand, wobbly-kneed, while Stormm also starts getting to his feet. Both men are now up to their feet, but LoKi has his back towards Stormm. Stormm uses this to his advantage and instinctively nails LoKi with a Hangcloud DDT. Stormm then goes for another one.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOO!

Once again, LoKi kicks out at two.)

Jerry Andrews: What an exciting match-up these two are putting on!

(Stormm, who looks frustrated, snaps LoKi to his feet. He looks out to the crowd and spews out, “it's finished.” Stormm hooks LoKi up, in what looks to be the beginning stages of the Force of Nature, but LoKi begins to fight free.

LoKi throws a couple of elbows into Stormm's gut. Stormm releases the hold and LoKi pushes him forward. Stormm bounces chest first into the ropes and stumbles backwards, as he does, LoKi hooks him and nails him with the Ragnarok out of nowhere!

The fans are chanting and cheering at the move.)

Jerry Andrews: RAGNAROK! RAGNAROK! LOKI HAS THIS ONE OVER!

(LoKi is about to pin Stormm, but before he does, the PCW-Tron comes on and shows a woman who appears to be...)

Al Laiman: Wait! Is that...is that former PCW Superstar Whisper? LoKi's wife?!

Jerry Andrews: It looks like it, but I can't be sure. I wouldn't be surprised with her being here. Her husband IS competing to gain the title belt he should have always had.

(LoKi catches glimpse of Whisper, but he is taken back when she sees a man pulling her away, deeper into the crowd. LoKi shouts out to Whisper but no luck. Frantic, LoKi moves over to the cage door and begins to tell Joseph Buckland to let him out.

Bucky Joe refuses, informing LoKi of the consequences that would happen if he opens the door. LoKi looks disgusted with Bucky and then begins to climb the cage again.)

Jerry Andrews: What is LoKi doing?! All he has to do is pin Stormm and he has this match won!

Al Laiman: But someone put hands on his wife, Jerry. LoKi wants to protect her. And it looks like he is climbing out of the ring to do so!

(LoKi does manage to get to the top of the cage, but at the last second before he climbs out of the cage, changes his mind. A replay of the woman being pulled away is being shown on the PCW-Tron. And on the replay, you can tell that the woman thought to be Whisper, was actually that of a lookalike.)

Jerry Andrews: A lookalike? Someone hired a lookalike to distract LoKi?

Al Laiman: **sarcastically** I wonder who has the money and desire to do such a thing.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think it was Stormm, Al. From what I understood, Stormm wanted this match to be straight-up.

Al Laiman: Wouldn't have been the first time he lied. Either way, this might be one of those things that we never find the answer to.

(LoKi begins to climb down the cage following the replay, realizing the same thing every one else realized. As LoKi is coming down the cage however, Stormm springs up, rushes the cage, hops up from the ropes, and nails LoKi with the Flash Flood!

Both men hit the mat hard, but Stormm rolls over to make the pin.)

Al Laiman: This is it!

(ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!

Once again, LoKi kicks out.)

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! I thought Stormm had it right there! I thought he had it!

(Stormm raises up to his feet and brings LoKi with him. Without a delay, he hooks LoKi and nails him with the Force of Nature.)

Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature!

(Stormm, instead of staying in a pinning position, repositions himself again, and nails ANOTHER Force of Nature. This time, he stays in a pinning position and Referee Little makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!)

DING! DING! DING!

Mark Long: The winner of the match...and NEW PCW World Champion...STORMM!

(“I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play and the cage begins to recede back into the rafters.

Jerry Andrews: What an amazing, back-and-forth match-up between these two! The official match time between these two carried well over twenty-five minutes! These two laid it all out there. And as much as I don't like him, but a congratulations has to be offered to Stormm.

Al Laiman: Although, if he never paid a lookalike of Whisper to come down to ringside to distract LoKi, LoKi would have won this.

Jerry Andrews: I agree. LoKi did have this match won. That distraction definitely cost him. But I'm still not convinced it was Stormm who paid for the lookalike.

(Inside the ring, Justin Michaels is receiving the belt he had purchased that caused this match to happen in the first place. But with that title belt, he now officially is recognized as PCW World Champion.

LoKi, who managed to roll out of the ring, is leaning against the barricade looking totally dejected. He knows he should be champion right now. And sooner or later, he knows he will regain that moniker and the title belt that goes with it.

Suddenly, the PCW-Tron kicks on and the chorus of “Final Countdown” by Europe kicks in through the PA system. On the video screen is...)

(...a picture of the Capitol Building, with the words PCW spray-painted on the image in red, white, and blue, while the slogan, “Change Is Coming...Pick a $ide” is written underneath. The music, and the video then cuts off after about twenty-five seconds.)

Jerry Andrews: O...k. That was weird.

Al Laiman: Nothing is weird to me anymore. This is PCW. We're in a class of our own, you know.

Jerry Andrews: Well, the main event is upon us, and the anticipation has been great.

Match Five: Tag Team Championship Match
No Holds Barred; Falls Count Anywhere
Grimm & Sadistic © vs. Los Dos Amigos
Referee: Roberto Garcia

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...this is tonight's MAIN EVENT! And it is for the PCW Tag Team Championship!

Jerry Andrews: Despite a grueling gauntlet match and a down right vicious cage match, the fans are still looking forward to Return to Glory 3's main event.

Al Laiman: Ok, I'll bite- why?

Jerry Andrews: Because they believe - nay! - they are certain that they are going to see somebody die tonight!

("Play With Me" by Extreme blasts over the speakers, and if they didn't already have enough to cheer about, here come two more reasons!)

Mark Long: Introducing first...they are the challengers...weighing in at a total combined weight of 455 pounds...Heavy Metal...Nacho Grande...Los Dos Amigos!

(The roar intensifies as pyros begins to shower over the stage in bright, white fountains. Seconds later the high flying maniacs emerge from the searing sparks like a pair of heroes passing through the gates of Hell! Make no mistake about it: The PCW Faithful love these guys! And judging from the sheer volume of Amigos merchandise in the crowd, win, lose, or draw these guys are going to be cashing pretty hefty paychecks at the end of the evening. Their normally charismatic grins have been replaced with battle masks forged for war.)

Jerry Andrews: I literally think that somebody might die tonight.

Al Laiman: Yeah. You and everyone else...

(Metal and Nacho flip into the ring but disperse with the theatrics. They're ready to fight.)

Mark Long: And their opponents...weighing in at a total combined weight of 448 pounds...they are the REIGNING PCW Tag Team Champions...Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic!

(And the boos come rolling down. "Rusty Cage" by Soundgarden begins as a low fog floats over the entrance. The lights dim and the Tag Team Champions slowly brush past the curtain, their coveted belts slung over their shoulders. Make no mistake about it: The PCW Faithful hate these guys! And judging from the looks on their faces, they don't particularly give a damn.)

Jerry Andrews: All four of these men are prepared for the fight of their lives...just look at their faces.

Al Laiman: These teams are virtually even! Height, weight, athleticism. Six to one, a half dozen to the other.

Jerry Andrews: Actually, I'd have to give the luchadors the slight nod in the athleticism department. I'd give the champions the edge in aggression...

(Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande, they're so amped up for the fight that they can't wait for the match to begin. They can't wait for the entrance music to stop. They don't even allow Jerry Andrews to finish his sentence! Two flying planchas over the top rope and all four men are a mess in the walkway!)

Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! You knew it wouldn't take long for this to get out of hand!

Al Laiman: And it's all legal!

(Roberto Garcia, the man with the unfortunate task of officiating this catastrophy, rings the bell to officially begin the battle! The fans are already standing as fists begin flying in the aisle. The Phenom and the minimum wage warrior try to destroy each other while the Abomination of Desolation and the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem aim for total annihilation!)

Jerry Andrews: Fans, this is a falls count anywhere match! This match can be decided anywhere in the building!

(It doesn't take long for the action to spill into the crowd. The four men cut a swath through the fans as men, women, and children scramble out of their path. Before long, chairs begin flying. Steel bends against flesh and bone and even an unlucky fan takes a wild chairshot to the head as the feud pours through a tunnel and into the concession area.)

Jerry Andrews: Medical technicians are tending to an injured fan that strayed a little too close to the action. P

(Snatching a jar of pickled eggs from a vendor's counter, he smashes it over the head of Billy Sadistic and the Phenom goes down! Fishing a twenty dollar bill out of his ring attire, he slaps it on the counter to a huge reaction from the ringside area. Heavy Metal pulls a mop from a janitor's bucket to weild as a weapon, but Grimm nips it in the bud by spearing the rocker into the nearest restroom. The women's restroom!)

Al Laiman: As if we already didn't have a lawsuit on our hands...

(Screams from at least a half dozen women are heard as a couple bolt through the door in a panic. Nacho considers barging in to aid his partner, but his respect for the opposite sex prevents him from doing so. Just joking. Nacho barges in with reckless abandon as two more young ladies flee the scene. Grimm has Metal up on his shoulder and he drives him through one of the wall-mounted sinks! Water sprays everywhere. Nacho quickly jumps Grimm and both men crash through the stall wall. Yet another shriek is heard as a rather sizeable woman drags herself from the wreckage, her pants still around her ankles. The ominous black dot blots out her less impressive parts as she pulls up her pants and scurries for the door.)

Al Laiman: Wow. Bet you didn't think you'd see naked obese women when you bought the Pay-Per-View...

(Nacho and Grimm are still a bit shocked over the whole ordeal...and that's when Sadistic flies into the picture with a flying tackle! The battle is back on as Heavy Metal rejoins the fray. Once again, fists are flying. Sadistic tries to plunge Nacho's head into the unflushed toilet, but Nacho jabs an elbow into his ribs. Grabbing the Phenom by his wild mane, he busts a handful of tiles with Sadistic's forehead! The brawl ensues, but no pinfalls are attempted!)

Jerry Andrews: These men are trying to destroy each other...and they're going to destroy the Pure Class Arena in the process!

(After the bathroom debacle, Roth and Sadistic brawl towards the boiler room while Grimm and Grande barrel towards the parking garage. Left with a choice, Garcia chooses to follow the Crimson Demon and the flamboyant luchador. Car windows are smashed, side mirrors are busted, and rain drain piping is torn from the walls as the duo rips apart the parking garage. Faculty staff barge in to protest the destruction of their vehicles, but it's no use! Nacho bodyslams Grimm onto the hood of a very expensive looking BMW and lays the point of his elbow across his throat before scaling a nearby semi. The noise inside the arena begins to rise as Nacho let's loose.)

Nacho Grande: NACHOOOOOOOOO!!!

PCW Faithful: NACHOOOOOOOOO!!!

(The infamous battle cry puts a smile on the luchador's face as he plunges from the top of the big rig and smashes Grimm into the hood of the luxury automobile with the 2AM Drive Thru! The impact is so vile that Nacho is bounced to the concrete as the place erupts into echoing cheers. After what seems like an eternity, Nacho is finally able to pull himself up and drape an arm over Grimm. 1...2...!)

Jerry Andrews: Jeremy Bagwell out of nowhere!

(The Dillingers' crony, Jeremy Bagwell, makes the save and begins assaulting a fatigued Nacho Grande. Pulling Grande by his mask, he slams the luchador on the concrete. After a few minutes, Grimm recovers and aids Bagwell in a brutal double team. Eventually, Grimm and Bagwell gorilla press Nacho into a herd of garbage cans. The fans are booing at the top of their lungs! Grimm spots something and begins sorting through the garbage. Bagwell wastes no time in pulling Grande back to his feet as Grimm steps back. In his hand he hefts his new weapon.)

Jerry Andrews: Is...is that a soiled diaper?

Al Laiman: It would appear so. Yes.

(Taking aim, Phinehas whips a fastball at Nacho's head. In a colorful flash, something drives Nacho to the ground and the diaper sails past the point where his head used to be...and right into Bagwell's unexpecting face! The fans groan as Jeremy drops to his knees, his face buried in his hands. When Jeremy raises his head, his face is dripping with green baby diarrhea! And...BLAHHHH!)

Jerry Andrews: Oh, God! Bagwell is projectile vomiting all over the garage!

Al Laiman: That is the grossest thing I've ever seen...

Jerry Andrews: And what in the hell is Kaard doing back there?! He saved Nacho Grande from the nastiest of fates!

(Sure enough, Kaard is up and pulls Nacho to his feet before teeing off on a very shitty Bagwell with a plethora of well-placed kicks. Before long, Kaard and Bagwell have disappeared into the loading area leaving Grimm and Nacho to resume their battle. As the war continues, a black sedan slowly rolls into view...and accelerates right towards Grimm! Grimm dodges at the last second and the car smashes into a concrete column! The camera pans around to the open driver's side window to find a dazed Heavy Metal, his forehead bleeding slightly from colliding with the steering wheel. As he attempts to regain his wits, Sadistic charges into view and clothesline Nacho from behind! Looking to finish off Metal, he reaches into the car and begins choking Roth with his bare hands!)

Jerry Andrews: This is insane!

(Sadistic attempts to strangle Jacob Roth...until Roth rolls up the window, trapping Sadistic's arms! The fans roar their approval as Nacho clobbers him from behind! Grabbing Sadistic by the ankles, he pulls the Phenom horizontal as Roth scrambles up onto the top of the sedan. Sizing up his foe, Metal backflips off the top of the car and lands on the back of Sadistic! Billy's face is smashed into the car and the impact shatters the window; glass flies in all directions as blood pours from the Phenom's face! Nacho quickly makes the cover! 1...2...diving elbow from Grimm breaks up the count!)

Al Laiman: Oh! That was close!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm looks like he's still feeling that 2AM Drive Thru.

(Heavy Metal blindsides Grimm and drives his head into the rear door, leaving a good sized dent! Metal quickly makes the cover. 1...2...kickout! Clamoring back to the top of the sedan, Metal waits for Grimm to stand and backflips off the car again...this time for an Asai DDT! Unfortunately for the Whirling Dervish, Sadistic stops him with a steel chair to the back! Heavy Metal releases Grimm as the Phenom spins him around and plants him on the concrete with a Sadistic DDT! Sadistic makes the cover. 1...2...!)

Jerry Andrews: Nacho with the save!

(Nacho grabs Sadistic by the mutton chops and drags him to his feet...until the Phenom connects with a low blow! Pinning Nacho's arms behind his back, Sadistic spins him towards his brother. Seizing the opportunity, Grimm spews a cloud of green mist to blind the luchador!)

Jerry Andrews: Grimm missed! Nacho moved and Grimm just sprayed that mist into Sadistic's eyes!

(Unable to see, Sadistic drops to his knees and tries to clear his vision. Nacho decks Grimm in the jaw and Irish whips him into an equipment truck, then follows him. Running up the side of the truck, Nacho springs off and hooks Grimm's arm, arm dragging him through the side window of a mini van! Glass flies everywhere and the roar from the crowd echoes throughout the garage!)

Jerry Andrews: I hope they have those ambulance engines ready to go, because these guys are gonna need some serious medical attention!

Al Laiman: I hope we still have insurance in the morning...

(Picking up the steel chair, Nacho cracks Sadistic across the back! The Phenom goes down! Heavy Metal is back up on shaky legs; the lights are on but nobody's home. An STO/Russian Legsweep combination leaves Sadistic immobile on the concrete and the fans can sense that the end is near.)

Al Laiman: This is bad news from the Brothers Gruesome...

(Nacho shoots Roth a quick glance and they share a quick smile. Roth pulls himself back up onto the sedan...but Grande one-ups him by climbing atop the cab of the nearby semi. The fans in the stands are on their feet because they know they're about to witness something special.)

Jerry Andrews: I think we're gonna see Montezuma's Revenge! I think Los Dos Amigos are trying to kill Billy Sadistic!

(The cheering crowd is echoing so loudly that the ignition of the minivan engine goes unnoticed. Grinning behind the wheel like a demon possessed, Grimm floors the throttle and the impact into the side of the semi is so jarring that Nacho is shaken from the top! He sails off the side of the truck and takes a grizzly landing somewhere off camera!)

Jerry Andrews: Oh, God! Somebody please stop this.

(Realizing that this could be his last chance, Roth sizes up Sadistic and lobs himself off the top of the car with the Air Guitar! The Carnivore of Hardcore attempts to roll out of the way, but he's not fast enough. Metal's leg guillotines across Sadistic's neck and he's hurting in a bad way. Holding his left hip after an unforgiving landing on the concrete, Roth slowly turns and drapes an arm over the Phenom's sweaty chest. 1...2...3!)

Jerry Andrews: Grimm with a shovel out of nowhere! That was so close! I thought he had him, but Roberto Garcia says it was just a two!

(Heavy Metal slowly stands while clutching his back and Phinehas Grimm is waiting. Summoning the spirit of Jose Canseco, Grimm swings for the fences and nearly decapitates Heavy Metal; the broken shovel head goes flying. Clearly exhausted, Grimm weakly collapses to his knees and makes the cover.)

Jerry Andrews: Roberto Garcia is in position...but here comes Nacho!

(Grande stumbles from behind the semi. One! He picks up speed, but his leg will barely support his weight. Two! Seeing Garcia's hand raise into the air for the third and final time, Nacho leaps for the save...!)

Jerry Andrews: Three!

(...but he comes up just inches short! Garcia makes the three-count and calls for the bell as Grimm rolls onto his back clutching his ribs. At the 38 minute and 15 second mark Grimm & Sadistic pull out the victory.)

Mark Long: The winners of this match...by pinfall...and STILL PCW Tag Team Champions...Grimm & Sadistic!

(The fans boo the unfavorable news as all four men lay sprawled out on the concrete. Blood and sweat stain the ground as EMTs bombard the scene with ambulances waiting. The boos slowly evolve into a standing ovation as the medical technicians tend to the wounded men.)

Jerry Andrews: That was one of the damnedest things I've ever seen. Nothing but utter brutality.

Al Laiman: The Dillingers manage to snatch this match from the jaws of defeat to remain the Tag Team Champions.

Jerry Andrews: Fans, thank you for buying the Pay-Per-View! We hope you enjoyed yourselves! We'll see you at Trauma!

*CLICK*

Overview[/u]

Dark Match
Andy D d. Tony Brass; Glyn Speight; Max Lombard via pinfall after pinning Glyn

Main Show
Usali Basilisk d. Lantlas via pinfall
Pegasus d. Jeremy Bagwell via pinfall
Areas d. Tyrone Smith; Non Compos Mentis; The Watcher; High Tide; Justin Kaard via pinfall, last eliminating Justin Kaard via pinfall
Justin Michaels d. LoKi via pinfall
Grimm & Sadistic d. Los Dos Amigos via pinfall after Grimm pins Heavy Metal

Gauntlet Match Details
Order of Entry:
1. Non Compos Mentis
2. High Tide
3. Tyrone Smith
4. Justin Kaard
5. The Watcher
6. Areas

Order of Elimination
1. Non Compos Mentis
2. Tyrone Smith
3. High Tide
4. The Watcher
5. Justin Kaard

Big, big thank-you goes out to Roy, Rick, JR, and myself for the impressive results. I would also like to thank all those who sent in segments and wrote roleplays to make this a great Pay-Per-View.[/size][/color]