Return to Glory V Results!

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Pure Class Enterprises presents

Return to Glory V

From the Pure Class Arena in Greeneville, South Carolina

Sunday, September 14th 2014

The crowd bursts into cheers as Sasha Greene begins the ringside attendant duties of the evening. 

“Before we OFFICIALLY start the event, I would like to inform you that videotaping and recording this show is strictly prohibited. Also, laser lights are not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive any type of refund. And 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.”

The camera pans over the arena as we get a look at the fans gathered in attendance here tonight. The crowd is HOT here at It seems only fitting that PCW is back on home turf at the Pure Class Arena for tonight’s festivities. The cameras are fighting over the most rabid of fans, several signs and banners waiving in front. ‘Trenches’ by PopEvil blasts over the speakers as one of the cameras manage to catch a nice shot of the band sitting on the front row, enjoying the night so far with several drinks spread out between them.

IT’S TIME FOR FAN SIGNAGE!

‘I’m shining a Laser Pointer into Grimm’s Face, then hiding it in my roomie’s pocket’, ‘Psychedelica should be Legal in ALL 50 States!’, ‘Trending Now: #TheBlackFootClan’ and ‘Gem =/= Jem; Dare You To Make That Mistake!’

Sasha Greene waits for even the slightest break in the cheers before continuing on with her duties.

“It is NOW TIME TO BEGIN RETURN TO GLORRRRRRYYYYYYYY!”

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Match One

Grudge Match

Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel vs. Alexa Black

Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.

Jerry Andrews: Judging by the lineup for tonight's card, it's going to be brutality stacked atop brutality. As proof of that, we're kicking off the show with a good old-fashioned grudge match!

Ace Anderson: I've been in and around Pure Class Wrestling for a long, loooong time, and I haven't seen this kind of pure hatred between competitors in quite some time.

Jerry Andrews: Folks, if you've got young children or get weak at the sight of blood, you might want to turn away for this one. It's going to be a war.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is an Underground Rules GRUDGE match!"

Almost on queue, the thumping beat of “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed starts up and the fans immediately voice their disdain. Alexa Black is out first, clad in black tights and a red top, with a nasty smile on her evil face. A muscular woman, she's attractive – in a crazy sorta way. She's quickly flanked by her giant bodyguards, Frazier Knight and Samson Cage. They make their way down to the ring issuing uncensored profanities – hey, this is pay-per-view! - to some of the fans. As the verbal altercations intensify, the camera cuts to a bird's eye view of Alexa's ring entrance...no need to pick up all of that audio. Even from afar, you can see Alexa snatch a Cory “THE BEAR” Steel sign from a young boy and tear it to shreds right in front of his face! The boos grow louder.

“Introducing first...from Los Angeles, California: ALEXA BLACK!”

Jerry Andrews: It's become evident over the past few weeks that Miss Black doesn't care much for fan signage. She's just ripped up another fan's sign!

Ace Anderson: Maybe that's a precursor to what she plans on doing to Cory in a few short moments.

Jerry Andrews: Sign not hit back.

Knight and Cage climb the steps into the ring as Alexa pulls herself up onto the ring apron. Flashing a vile grin to the crowd, the Black Widow climbs through the ropes and stands beside her pals. Security is forced to issue several warnings as a half-filled cup of beer nearly strikes Frazier Knight, drawing a rise out of the Faithful.

“And her opponent...from New York, New York: CORY “THE BEAR” STEEL!”

The arena turns red and black and the crowd breaks into cheers. The school bells ring and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless stomps out of the speakers, causing the PCW Faithful to come to their feet! Cory walks out with his bear skin stretched over his bare back, thick scars marring his chest. With a closed fist, he pounds his chest before moving off toward the ring. Tonight, PCW's raging Bear is all alone; not even Othello emerges to join him. At the bottom of the ramp, Cory reaches up and pulls the bear skin off his head and tosses it to a stagehand before leaping onto the side of the ring apron! Glaring at Alexa, Frazier, and Samson, the Bear pulls his hair back into a ponytail while ducking through the ropes. The Bear continues to glare at Alexa Black as he music fades out.

Jerry Andrews: It would appear that Cory Steel has come alone. Not so sure that's such a sound gameplan considering the opposition and the nature of the Underground match.

Ace Anderson: I'd have to echo that sentiment, but I think Cory Steel has something to prove.

Referee Tyrone Little, Jr. goes over the rules – basically, there are no rules! - with the combatants as Frazier and Samson slowly exit the ring. Neither Alexa or Cory is paying any mind to the zebra as his finishes his instructions and calls for the bell. Neither party makes a move and a staredown ensues. The impressively muscular 6'0”, 200 pound former power lifter is a sight to behold, but the monstrous 6'4”, 285 pound Bear dwarfs her.

Ace Anderson: I don't even know how much the win will mean to either competitor. I think they'd settle for causing the other serious pain and severe injury.

Alexa is the first to attack with a kick to Cory's kneecap! She follows up by digging her thumbs into the Bear's eyes and driving him back into the ropes. Cory reaches up, lays a big paw on Alexa's head, and face plants her into the canvas! Stunned, Alexa scrambles back to her feet. Cory is on the prowl and he moves in fast. Black retreats towards the corner, then surprises Steel with a drop toe hold into the middle turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Quick thinking by Alexa and Steel eats a mouthful of turnbuckle pad.

With Steel still draped over the buckle, Alexa uses the opportunity to drag her nails across his back! Cory roars in pain, but Alexa is all over him. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, she begins driving vicious knees into the face area. Cory blocks them the best he can before shoving Alexa halfway across the ring with a show of brute force! Black is relentless as she charges back and connects with a dropkick to the mid-section.

Ace Anderson: Alex Black is tenacious in there. She's all over Steel!

Alexa is on him in a flash, wrapping her hands around Cory's thick neck in an attempt to choke the life out of him. Again, Cory pushes Alexa Black off of him with a mighty shove! Without missing a beat, Alexa charges in again and crushes Steel into the corner with a running clothesline that drops him to a knee. Not quite satisfied with the amount of pain being doled out, Black again begins to dig into the eyes of the Bear. Steel tries to pry her free before ultimately shoving her tumbling out of the corner. The nimble Alexa Black rolls to her feet and sprints back at him – but only to have Cory nearly decapitate her with a thrusting clothesline! Black flips a full one-eighty before landing in a heap and the crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: Steel almost took her head off!

Alexa is in a bad way as Steel goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Not quite. But the activities in the ring have prompted Frazier Knight and Samson Cage to begin digging beneath the ring. Noticing the goings on, the Bear slips under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring and swiftly makes his way around the ringside area. Knight produces a baseball bat wrapped in razor wire, prompting several “oohs” and “ahs” from the crowd. Just as Cage pulls what appears to be a 2x4 with several nails pounded through it, he's clubbed from behind by Cory Steel! Samson's weapon drops to the ground as Steel drives him headfirst into the steel ring post! The crowd goes bananas ... until Frazier lands a nasty blow to the back with the razor wire bat!

Jerry Andrews: My God!

A couple wounds begin to drip blood down the back of the Bear, but Knight isn't finished yet. Using the bat as a cheese grater, he takes it to the forehead of Steel! The crowd lets out a collective groan as blood begins to pour down the face of the Bear! Cory roars in pain before landing an elbow to the gut of Frazier! Two more elbows and Knight has dropped the bat. Cory spins away, charges with a head of steam, and absolutely spears Frazier into the ring steps! The steps are dislodged and Knight is messed up in a big way as the fans are back to their feet.

Ace Anderson: What impact!!!

An instant replay is shown of the violent spear. Upon further inspection, the Bear actually lifted Knight off the ground and drove him into the steel steps! The replay cuts out just in time to catch Alexa Black at a full sprint hurl herself over the top rope and wipe out Steel with a diving splash! Steel is down and bleeding profusely from the back and head. Black pulls Samson Cage back to his feet and a closeup reveals that a small mouse has appeared over his right eyebrow after being slammed into the steel post.

Jerry Andrews: Oooh! Nasty looking lump above the eye of Samson Cage!

Black screams an order at her bodyguard before turning back to Steel. Cory's hair hangs wet with blood. Black lays a stiff boot into the ribs of Steel as he gets to his hands and knees. A deranged grin crosses Alexa's face as she runs a finger along Cory's bloody back and touches it to her tongue. Letting out a primal screech, Alexa begins stomping away on the Bear's head and neck in a furious rage!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black is out of control! She's lost it!

In the meantime, Frazier Knight has dug a wooden table out from under the ring and set it up at ringside. Together, Knight and Black drag Cory's bloody body over to the table peppering him with punches all the while. In a show of strength, Alexa hefts the 285 pound Cory Steel onto her shoulders...and smashes him through the table with a death valley driver!!!

Ace Anderson: The Black Widow just devoured the Bear!

Jerry Andrews: This has essentially been a three-on-one handicap match. But it's an Underground match, so them's the rules.

Frazier scrapes Cory Steel off the ground and stuffs him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Alexa follows in after him and looks down at his beaten body with a satisfied look of accomplishment. Dropping down on top of him, she makes the cover while grinding her forearm across his face.

1...

2...

3...!

Jerry Andrews: NO! Steel gets the shoulder up at the last second!

The fans erupt, but Cory is hurting.

Ace Anderson: What intestinal fortitude by Steel!

Alexa is a mixture of surprise and frustration. Even Frazier Knight can't believe it on the outside. Not to be stymied, Alexa drops onto his back and locks in the Rings of Saturn! If she can't pin him, she'll make him submit!

Jerry Andrews: Right in the middle of the ring. I think this is the end of the road for Cory Steel.

Steel weakly attempts to fight his way out, but Alexa has it locked in tight. The Bear begins to fade, but the fans slowly begin to rally behind him. Slowly and quietly at first as referee Little checks for the submission, but it eventually builds into a deafening wave of cheering and stomping. Letting out a guttural roar, Steel gets his knees beneath him and slowly fights to his feet with Alexa still locked around his arms. Finally standing, Steel manages to fight one arm free enabling him to whip Alexa around into an amazing swinging side slam! He weakly makes the cover, blood still flowing from his face and back wounds.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Ace Anderson: What an amazing show of strength by Cory Steel! He almost had her there!

Alexa rolls to her stomach and crawls toward the ropes, but Cory locks her into a full nelson, yanks her to her feet, and lifts her into the air before planting her with a vicious full nelson slam! Frazier Knight quickly pulls himself up onto the ring apron, but Frazier's jaw...meet Cory's boot! The big boot sends Knight off the ring apron headfirst into the guard rail! Turning back to Alexa, Cory goes for another cover, cradling a leg in the process.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Another nearfall for Cory Steel, but Alexa refuses to stay down.

Waiting for Alexa to get to her feet, Cory leans against the ropes to get momentum...but Samson Cage is back up onto the ring apron to lock Cory's arms from behind! The fans boo mightily as Steel is an easy target for Alexa who begins laying in some solid right hands to the bread basket. Taking full advantage of Steel's incapacitated state, Black locks in a mandible claw!!!

Jerry Andrews: Mandible Claw!!!

Samson releases Steel as Alexa brings him down to a knee with the paralyzing hold! Again, Steel looks as if he's about to fade when...BOOM! The Bear lands a vicious right hand! Then another! And another! And Alexa releases the hold. Seizing his opportunity, the Bear unleashes an impressively destructive boxing combination utilizing his boxing training and his immense power to pick Black apart! The final blow is a nasty right hook that splatters Alexa's nose against her face. She drops to her knees, blood gushing from her nose!

Ace Anderson: I may be something of an expert on the subject, but that sure as hell looks like a broken nose to me.

Having seen enough, Samson is in the ring...and he walks right into a massive Cory Steel spinebuster! Samson rolls to the edge of the ring and pulls his massive frame up. Steel is right there to meet him with a charging clothesline that sends him over the top rope to the outside, where he collides with a recovering Frazier Knight! Both men are down. And Alexa, blood flowing down her face and chest, takes advantage by attacking from behind with a low blow!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa goes downstairs, and it's totally legal!

Steel wilts down to his knees clutching his groin area. Alexa grabs a handful of hair and begins screaming in his face before taking a step back and kicking him in the gentleman vegetables! The fans boo mercilessly as Steel curls into a ball.

Ace Anderson: That even hurts to watch.

Not finished dishing out punishment to Steel's downstairs utilities, Alexa grabs Cory's ankles and delivers a well-placed stomp to the crotch. Alexa rests against the ropes and gloats to the crowd before turning her attention back to Steel. Looking down at the Bear in disgust, she makes a nonchalant cover by placing a victorious boot on his chest.

1...

2...

No!

Ace Anderson: You're not gonna beat Cory Steel with a bush league cover like that.

Alexa drags a thumb across her throat, signaling the end of the line for Cory Steel, and the Faithful begin to boo. Hauling Steel to his feet, she positions him and lifts him onto her shoulders in another feat of strength.

Jerry Andrews: She's got him set up for the Black Widow. If she hits this, it's over.

Just as Alexa is about to put him away, Cory rakes her across the eyes! Temporarily blinded, Cory manages to wiggle free and slide down to his feet. Alexa spins around and Cory punts her square in the groin!!! The fans erupt! Alexa's eyes cross as she doubles over...

Ace Anderson: Turnabout's fair play!

Running on fumes, Cory pulls her in for a powerbomb and lifts her into the air. Alexa fights to break free, landing one...two...three right hands before...BAM! Powerbomb! Cory drives her into the canvas, but he's still hanging on. Using brute force, he lifts her into air for another powerbomb! Alexa tries fight back, albeit weakly, with another wild punch. BAM! Powerbomb number two! But Cory has one more left in him! Using all of the reserves he has left, he hefts her back into the air once more. Alexa's light are about to go out...so she drives her thumbs into Steel's eyes! Cory won't be dissuaded! BAM!!! The third powerbomb puts Alexa's lights out!

Jerry Andrews: The Sickest Kill! Cory hit it!

It's all Steel can do to drape an arm over Alexa.

1...

2...

3!!!

Ace Anderson: Alexa gets the shoulder up, but it's too little, too late!

Tyrone Little, Jr. calls for the bell as the fans let out a collective roar! “Heaven Knows” by The Pretty Reckless blasts over the speakers as Steel rolls out of the ring, his body covered in blood. Knight and Cage make their way back into the ring as Alexa tries to shake the cobwebs free. It doesn't take long for Alexa to realize what's happened, and she's not happy.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh...

Wanting somebody to focus her rage on, she turns to referee Tyrone Little, Jr. Frazier, Alexa, and Samson advance on Little, backing him into the ropes. Somebody is going to pay and they're going to pay dearly. The fans boo as Little pleads his case. Alexa reaches for Tyrone...but Steel is back at ringside! He grabs the poor referee by the ankles and drags him to safety, only further infuriated the twisted Black Widow!

Jerry Andrews: Thank goodness for Cory Steel!

Furious and dripping blood, Alexa attempts to crawl right over the top rope after Cory, but Samson and Frazier are there to hold her back. Shrieking uncontrollably, Alexa reaches for Cory, but the Bear heads to the back with Tyrone Little, Jr. in tow.

Winner: Cory 'The Bear' Steel

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Match Two

Triple Threat Match

Underground Rules

Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith vs. T.K. Money vs. Michael Soloman

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat match and it will be competed under Underground Rules!”

The crowd cheers.

Ace: Here we go!

The arena goes dark and "Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue hits. After the first "Shout at the Devil" where the guitar riff hits, the spotlight hits Michael on the ramp with his back to the crowd, fireworks shoot from the stage and Soloman turns to the crowd absorbing their reaction before making his way to the ring.

"Introducing first, from Memphis, Tennessee: Michael Soloman!"

"Monopoly" by Tantric begins to play.

“And now making his way to the ring....”

T.K. Money emerges from the crowd wearing a gray hoodie, and mirror finished aviators. He hops over the barricade, and walks up the ring steps only to climb up the turnbuckle, throws hands in the air to a mix of cheers, and boos. He hops down, and waits for his opponent.

“... from Norfolk, Virginia: T.K. Money!”

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 entering third, from Biloxi, Mississippi: Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith!”

The bell rings and the three competitors stare at one another.

Ace: Oh man! I love the Underground!

Jerry: I have a feeling that this triple threat match is going to be a tough one for referee Joseph Buckland to keep under control!

Ace: Then don’t try! Let these guys go at it!

Ace Anderson gets his wish as all three men charge into the center of the ring at the same time! The result is a vicious three-way brawl between the three competitors, with each of them swinging away at their opponents wildly.

Ace: Yes!

Eventually, Solomon decks Money with a big clothesline that knocks him down to the mat. He doesn’t have much time to take advantage, however, as Crazy Boy slugs him in the side of the head with a stiff forearm. Crazy Boy now takes Solomon down with another right hand. Crazy Boy now starts to stomp away at Michael Soloman as he lays on the canvas. T.K. Money gets back up to his feet and he hits Crazy Boy with a big spin kick to the back of the head. Crazy Boy hits the mat with a thud.

Jerry: Boom!

Soloman is back up on his feet however and he attacks Money from behind. He then throws him into the corner and starts to unload on him with stiff punches and kicks in the corner. The assault is finally broken up by Crazy Boy who hits Soloman in the back with a drop kick.

Jerry: What’s it like to be in a triple threat match like this, Ace?

Ace: Well, I can’t say that I’ve been in one just like this, but triple threat matches in general are tough to compete in. As you can see here, none of these guys can get a big advantage in the match. As soon as you take one opponent down, the other one is all over you!

As if on cue, T.K. Money slugs Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith in the back as Crazy Boy attempts to pull Michael Soloman up from the canvas. Smith shoves Money backwards, causing him to slam into the turnbuckle. Smith then turns his attention back to Soloman. However, the distraction proves costly as Soloman hits Crazy Boy with a big uppercut as soon as he bends down to pull him up from the mat.

Ace: See what I mean?

Soloman now reaches down to pull Crazy Boy up from the mat, but T.K. Money is back on the scene, hitting Soloman with a double axe handle to the back. Soloman turns his attention toward T.K. Money now. Money suddenly leaps up and goes for a hurricanrana! Soloman blocks it and he powerbombs Money down to the mat! T.K. Money manages to roll under the bottom rope and outside of the ring where he remains down on the floor.

Jerry: What a powerful reversal there by Michael Soloman!

Crazy Boy is back up on his feet and, as Michael Soloman turns around, he’s hit with a big dropkick to the face! Smith now mounts Soloman and he unloads on him with a series of forearms to the face. Soloman fights out from the hold and he shoves Smith off of him. Both men get up to their feet and they start trading blows with one another.

Jerry: Rights and lefts from both men!

Ace: They’re just beating the hell out of each other!

On the outside of the ring, T.K. Money is back up on his feet. He looks into the ring and sees Soloman and Smith unloading on one another with punches. He then turns his head and looks at the entrance way. He looks back at the ring for a second and then throws his hands up as if to say “screw this!” T.K. Money then turns and walks back up the entrance way and to the backstage area.

Jerry: What the hell?

Ace: Is T.K. Money leaving!?

Jerry: It seems like he doesn’t think this match is worth his time.

Ace: Or he’s sick of it. Hmmm....

Inside the ring, the two competitors don’t seem to notice or care about where T.K. Money is going. They’re still beating the living hell out of one another. Soloman finally gets the advantage and he backs Crazy Boy into the corner with a series of right hands. Once Smith is in the corner, Soloman kicks him in the midsection and stomps on him as he falls down to the mat.

Jerry: Back in the ring and Michael Soloman has the advantage now!

Soloman pulls Smith out of the corner only to drop him down to the mat with a DDT. Soloman now goes for a cover, but Crazy Boy kicks out at two. Soloman now stands up, stomps on Crazy Boy a couple of times and then heads to the corner where he starts to climb to the top turnbuckle!

Jerry: Michael Soloman going upstairs now!

Ace: High risk!

Soloman leaps off of the ropes with a big flying elbow! It doesn’t connect as Crazy Boy rolls out of the way. Soloman hits the mat hard!

Ace: And it does NOT pay off!

Soloman looks hurt as Crazy Boy gets to his feet. Crazy Boy drops and elbow onto Soloman’s spine. He then heads to the corner and starts to climb himself!

Ace: Now Crazy Boy is going up!

Jerry: These guys are giving it their all tonight!

Crazy Boy leaps off of the ropes and flies through the air with frog splash! This move doesn’t connect either as Michael Soloman manages to move out of the way at the last second.

Ace: Well, that’s why they call moves like that “high risk!”

Jerry: We’re certainly seeing that tonight folks!

Both competitors remain on the mat. Slowly Soloman starts to rise to his feet. He gets to a knee and pauses for a second. Meanwhile, Crazy Boy is starting to stir as well. Soloman stands up now and Crazy Boy is on his knees. Soloman takes a second to catch his breath and now Crazy Boy is standing as well. The crowd cheers as the two men fix their eyes on one another.

Ace: Here we go again!

The two competitors again begin to unload on each other with stiff punches. The crowd now responds with every swing. You can feel each man giving everything his has into every punch. The shots come slower than before, likely due to fatigue and injury, but they’re no less forceful.

Jerry: Ooh! This is getting brutal!

Suddenly, Soloman runs towards Crazy Boy with a clothesline. Crazy Boy seems to have the same idea at the same time! Both men connect with clotheslines and both men collapse down to the mat! The referee looks down and sees that each man has his arm resting upon his opponent and he... starts to count!

1....

2....

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3!

Jerry: What!?

Ace: Who wins!?

The referee calls for the bell. The raucous crowd quickly becomes silent as they await the official announcement. Joseph Buckland heads over to the time keeper and the ring announcer. The three speak momentarily and then the announcement is made.

“Ladies and gentlemen, both competitors were counted down for a fall. As a result, this match is a draw!”

The crowd boos as they wanted to see a winner. Inside the ring, Soloman and Smith and finally starting to stir. Buckland starts to explain the situation to them. Neither man looks happy.

Winner: DRAW

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We’re backstage and into view comes a pair of Puma brand athletic shoes.

‘It’s been a while ... ‘

Slowly, the camera starts to move upwards. Over well-defined muscular legs ... slightly bronzed from a very nice tan.

‘... but I bet you all remember ME.’

Bare midriff with a Tapout style tanktop.

‘I’m back, and I’m going to make sure ALL of you know it.’

Up over the shoulders, the neck ... and to the face.

‘You’re all on notice: NO ONE is safe.’

Stacy Jones.

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Jerry Andrews: Stacy Jones, Ace!  With some very strong words for the Pure Class locker room!


Ace Anderson: Doesn't look like she's missed a step in her time away.  But how well will that translate in terms of ring rust?


Jerry Andrews: We'll just have to see, Ace.  But for now, let's get to our next contest of the evening!

Match Three

Underground Championship Free-For-All Match

Underground Rules

Gem (©) vs. Tha Joka vs. Metalhead vs. Sapphire 

_{Referee: The Masked Official}

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Underground Championship Free-For-All Match!”

The crowd explodes!

The lights go out in the arena. The sound of bells ringing fills the building as “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica starts to play.

“Make his fight on the hills in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun on they run through the endless grey
On they fight for their right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain and they surely know
For whom the bell tolls!”

Out walks Metalhead with devil horns in the air, head banging as the crowd goes nuts. He makes his way down the entrance ramp as the song continues.

Time marches on For whom the bell tolls
As he pounds his chest fist then throw his right fist in the air
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar, massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry

Metalhead runs and slide in under the button rope. He throws up the devil horns in the air again and waits for his opponents.

“Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Mike ‘Metalhead’ Manson!”

As "Hello Kitty" by Avril Lavigne blasts through the P.A the ever cheerful Sapphire makes her appearance at the stage, smiling and flicking her golden locks as she gives a little dance to her music before she runs toward the ring and does a jumping back flip over the ropes into the ring, posing to the fans as she winks and awaits her opponents’ arrival.

“And, from Toronto, Ontario: Sapphire!” 

The crowd in attendance at Return To Glory V wait patiently and suddenly the lights in the PCW Arena slowly dim to complete darkness, save for the bits of light coming from several entrances and the flashes of cameras going off. A video package begins to play on the big screen above the entrance as Prelude (The Family Trip) by Marilyn Manson begins playing through the sound system in the arena. The video package on the big screen is a parody of the scene from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory with Joka taking the place of Willy Wonka at the bow of the boat. The minute long song and video play out with Joka re-enacting the memorable scene. At the end Joka looks down and Joka walks out onto the stage dressed in a tattered white old timey evening gown. He brings a mic up to his mouth and looks up into the camera.

"Stop the boat!"

The crowd begins booing him viciously as Monster walks out behind him. Monster raises both of his huge arms into the air and red pyrotechnics explode on the stage, with ‘Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag’ by Marilyn Manson opening in unison with the explosion. Red lights fill the arena and Joka begins headbanging, whipping his long green and black dreadlocks in the air as the crowd boo louder, with a few cheers sprinkled in. At the beginning of the song when the words "All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces. We know it's all Braille beneath their skirts" are sung, Joka lifts up his ankle length white dress over his head and then turns around and playfully bends down, lightly flipping the dress up as Monster crosses his arms and looks out into the hate filled crowd. Joka begins skipping down the ramp to the ring as Monster slowly walks behind him. Joka reaches the the ring and with one fluid movement, rips the dress off and throws it into the crowd as he windmills his dreads; fans in the front row all jumping up to catch the dress as Joka stops headbanging and seamlessly jumps straight up to the ring apron outside of the ropes. Joka walks over to the corner post and crawls up it like a spider, jerking erratically and violently, looking out into the crowd with a maniacal look on his face. Joka jumps down off the corner turnbuckle as the huge seven foot Monster steps over the top rope and Joka spins into the middle of the ring as Monster meets him. Joka flips off the crowd as Monster raises his huge arms in the air and red pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckles.

“And, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma: Tha Joka!” 

"Witchcraft" by Amira Yamaoka plays now as Gem steps through the entrance way.

“And.... she is the Queen of the Underground....”

Gem remains stoic, doesn't acknowledge anyone, cool as an assassin.

“... Gem!”

The bell rings. All four competitors look at one another, sizing up their competition.

Jerry: An Underground Free-For-All Match! We could see just about anything happen here tonight!

Ace: Damn right! I’m looking forward to it!

Suddenly, Metalhead charges at Joka! Joka quickly responds by hitting Metalhead with a big boot to the face! Meanwhile, Sapphire and Gem are tangled up, jockeying for position. Suddenly, Joka grabs Sapphire from behind, spins her around and drives her into the mat hard with a spinebuster! Joka quickly gets to his feet and he turns to face Gem.

Jerry: It looks like Tha Joka wants a piece of Gem!

Ace: I heard that he isn’t too happy about the fact that Gem defeated him recently.

Joka smiles and swings at Gem with a right hand. Gem ducks the shot and she responds with a kick to the midsection. She then hits Joka with a throat thrust and follows that up with a missile dropkick! Joka staggers backwards a few steps. He then smiles and looks directly at Gem. The two engage in a brief staredown that is broken up by Metalhead tackling Gem down to the mat! Joka takes a few steps forward with the idea of pulling Metalhead off, but he’s struck in the back by a dropkick from Sapphire. Joka hits the ropes and turns around. Sapphire charges at him with a clothesline. He gets himself under her and lifts her high into the air with a back body drop! Sapphire goes up over the ropes and hits the mat on the outside with a hard thud.

Ace: Woah!

Jerry: Sapphire could be seriously hurt. Did you see how she landed?

Ace: Did you hear it?

Meanwhile, Metalhead pulls Gem up and he throws her into the corner. Metalhead stomps on her a few times before pulling her back up to her feet. Gem breaks free, shoves Metalhead back and then hits him with a spin kick to the chest. She then runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline. Gem turns around and she’s hit with an elbow in the face courtesy of Tha Joka. Joka now grabs Gem, sets her up and drives her down to the mat with a DDT. Joka now mounts Gem and he starts to unload with a series of stiff forearms to Gem’s face.

Jerry: Joka really trying to punish Gem now!

Joka now stands up. Metalhead is back on his feet now. Metalhead runs at Joka, but Joka hits him with a clothesline, dropping him down to the mat. Joka turns his attention to Gem once more and he pulls her up. She hits him with an uppercut to the stomach as he bends down. Gem now quickly jumps to her feet. She grabs Joka by the head and he’s bent over and now Gem hits a big DDT! Gem now quickly stands up and she hits Joka with a leg drop! Gem with a cover... but Metalhead breaks it up. Metalhead pulls Gem up now, but Gem hits him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. She turns around just as Joka is getting to his feet. She then leaps up and hits him with a dropkick! He staggers backwards. Gem hits another dropkick. Joka falls back against the ropes. She then hits him with a third dropkick and Joka falls over the ropes to the outside!

Ace: Gem is on fire right now!

On the outside the ring, Joka gets to his feet. Sapphire is back up as well and she runs at Joka. Joka takes her down with a kick to the face. Joka now bends down, pulls Sapphire up and hits her with a big German suplex! Sapphire hits the floor hard! He then pulls her up once more and throws her into the steel steps at ringside. Sapphire hits shoulder-first and falls to the floor clutching her arm.

Ace: Sapphire is just getting a beating here tonight!

Inside the ring, Gem pulls Metalhead up to his feet. Metalhead breaks free and he swings at Gem. Gem dodges it. She then hits him with a big roundhouse kick to the stomach. Gem now grabs Metalhead and she bulldogs him down to the mat. She returns to her feet... and she’s hit with a running big boot from Tha Joka who has returned to the ring!

Joka now with a cover:

1....

2....

Jerry: Not quite! Gem kicks out!

Joka stands up and he starts to stomp on Gem viciously. He then pulls her up to her feet and throws her into the corner. He runs at her with a clothesline. Gem gets out of the way and Joka hits the turnbuckle! Gem now hits him with a strong kick to the back. And another. And another. And another. Gem takes a few steps back down and Joka turns around to face her. There is a sick smile on his face.

Jerry: Is he... smiling?

Ace: Yes. Yes he is.

Jerry: ..... oh.

Gem runs forward and leaps at Joka with a flying crossbody. Joka catches her! He then takes a few steps forward and throws her backwards with a fallaway slam! Gem manages to twist her body and land on her feet! As Joka turns around to face her. She hits him with a strong strike to the chest. Gem then quickly runs the ropes and flies at Joka! This time the crossbody connects!

Jerry: Gem and Joka are going back-and-forth tonight and neither one can get the upper hand for long!

Gem gets to her feet. Joka rises to one knee. Gem runs at hits him with a shining wizard!

Jerry: The Shine!

Ace: And the cover!

1....

2.....

Jerry: Tha Joka kicks out!

Gem stands up and she’s hit with a clothesline by Metalhead! Gem falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Metalhead follows. On the outside, Metalhead pulls Gem up. Gem quickly explodes with a jumpig knee to the face. Metalhead is staggered. Gem hits him with a spinning heel kick, knocking him down to the mat. Joka rolls out the outside now. He’s attacked, however, by Sapphire who now has a steel chair! She cracks Joka on the back with it. He slumps forward briefly, then turns around to look Sapphire dead in the eyes. Again, there is a sick smile on his face.

Jerry: Uh oh....

Joka charges at Sapphire now. She swings the chair again, this time hitting him in the shoulder. He stops momentarily. Sapphire swings again, hitting him the shoulder once more. She now grabs the chair and drives it into Joka’s midsection. Joka doubles over. Sapphire drops the chair and she grabs Joka by the head. She looks to be going for a DDT, but Joka breaks free. He shoves Sapphire backwards and then takes her down to the mat with a clothesline.

Ace: Boom!

Meanwhile, Gem throws Metalhead into the barrier. She then runs at him and hits him with a driving knee to the midsection. Gem now grabs Metalhead as he’s doubled over and throws him face-first into the barrier! Metalhead falls to the floor. Gem pulls him up and throws him back into the ring.

Jerry: And two competitors are back inside!

Ace: This match is hard to follow! I love it!

On the outside, Joka pulls Sapphire up. He now lifts her up and drops her down on the steel chair with a double leg slam!

Jerry: Ouch! My God!

Ace: Sapphire could be knocked out!

Inside the ring, Gem is on her feet and Metalhead and starting to get to one knee. As he does, Gem hits him with The Shine! Metalhead drops to the mat with a thud! Gem now pulls him up, sets him up and hits What Dreams May Come!

Jerry: This could be it right here!

Ace: And a cover!

1.....

Joka looks towards the ring.

2.....

He realizes what is going on and slides in.....

3!

He’s too late as Gem gets the cover and the victory!

Jerry: Gem retains her crown!

Ace: What a match!

Winner: Gem

"Witchcraft" by Amira Yamaoka plays as Gem raises her arms in the air in victory. Sitting on the mat, Joka stares at her with a scowl on his face. He slowly gets to his feet, never taking his eyes off of Gem. Gem is handed the Underground Championship and she raises it above her head. Joka continues to stare Gem down as she celebrates. Metalhead has already rolled out of the ring and returned to the backstage area.

Jerry: Gem is still the Queen of the Underground!

Ace: And it looks like Tha Joka isn’t very happy about it!

Gem raises the title once more and she leaves the ring. Joka remains in the ring, staring at her as she walks up the ramp.

Jerry: Well, folks....

Suddenly, there’s a disturbance in the crowd near ringside. Before anyone can react, a person jumps over the guardrail! The individual is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans. The hood on the sweatshirt is up, partially obscuring the person’s face. The figure has black gloves on both hands and is carrying a baseball bat in his or her right hand.

Jerry: What!?

Ace: Security! Stop that person!

Sapphire is slowly starting to get to her feet and is being assisted by a member of ringside personnel when the hooded person attacks her with the bat! He hits her from behind, driving the bat into her back. Ringside officials scatter as Sapphire crumbles into a heap. The person drives the bat into her back once more. And again. And again. The attacker then throws the bat down onto Sapphire’s body.

Jerry: Someone needs to stop this! This is just an assault!

Ace: Sapphire was attacked from behind with a baseball bat and...

Jerry: She just competed in a gruelling match! Come on! Why is no one stopping this!?

Inside the ring, Joka watches on as the mystery attacker kneels down and mounts the beaten Sapphire. The person now starts to unload on Sapphire with uncontrolled right and left hands. The force behind the punches is so great that the person’s hood flies backwards, revealing the attacker’s face. He has a twisted, angry look on his face. His hair flies wildly as he continues to to reign blows upon Sapphire.

Ace: Is that....?

Jerry: No way...

The attacker continues his brutal, unprovoked assault.

Ace: That’s....

Jerry: ..... Rick Majors.

Finally members of security start to make their way down to the ringside area. They approach Majors and start to surround him. He turns and runs, leaping over the guardrail and back into the crowd. Security follows, but Rick Majors has a head start. He seemingly disappears into the crowd near one of the exits to the arena concourse with security behind him on the chase.

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[Murdoc]

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The streets will run red with blood.

The Black Hand making their unforgettable debut at Living a Legacy.

No one is safe from our Hand.

Sadistic cracked in the face with a chain and smiling.

Grimm pinning Eira.

The Dillinger Brothers battling it out with Psychedelica.

Pray to your gods.

A good old-fashioned Mexican standoff between Eira and Psychedelica against the Black Hand.

NO ONE WILL ESCAPE.

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Match Four

Six Man Tag Team Match

The Black Hand (Phinehas Grimm[©] /Billy Sadistic/’Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght) vs. Psychedelica (Nathan Saniti & ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr) & Eira

_{Referee: Derek Cosmos}

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a six-person tag team match!”

The crowd cheers as the lights in the arena dim.

Ace: Woo! This is gonna be great!

"Love Runs Out," by OneRepublic blasts over the loudspeakers. Bright, multi-colored lights light up the arena. The drumming bass line anchors the audience's attention as candy begins to rain down on the peanut gallery. Everyone looks up to see Nathan and Kelli riding in a circle above the ring on a makeshift top hat as they toss confections to the masses. Finally, the giant lid comes to a rest after a full circle, collapsing down flat to allow for easy dismount.

“Introducing first, the team of Nathan Saniti and ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr: Psychedelica!”

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms outstretched, and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

“And, their tag team partner: Eira!”

Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

“And their opponents....”

"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. 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 ...just a man. A man with a purpose. As Showtime enters the ring, he stalks around within the confines of the squared circle ... like a trapper waiting for his unsuspecting prey.

“Introducing first: Michael Wryght!”

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 turns to face the other competitors in the match.

“And his first tag team partner... Grimm!”

As the opening to "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. His nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only incite the PCW Faithful further.

“And finally... Billy Sadistic!” 

All six competitors are in the ring. Derek Cosmos briefly goes over the rules of the match and demands that the match start with one competitor from each team in the ring.

Jerry: You can literally feel the tension in the ring between these six competitors.

Ace: Derek Cosmos is already having trouble maintaining order in this one and the match hasn’t even officially begun yet!

Jerry: I can’t really blame him though. There’s a lot of bad blood between these six people.

Finally, Cosmos manages to get one competitor from each team in the ring. Those competitors are Billy Sadistic and Eira. The bell rings and the two competitors lunge forward at one another. They lock up. Eira gets the early advantage and she knees Sadistic in the stomach. With him doubled over, she hits him with a hard elbow to the back. Eira now pulls Billy Sadistic up and she sets him up

Jerry: Eira with the offense early in this match!

Sadistic reverses the move and he drops her down to the mat with a back suplex. Sadistic now pulls Eira up. He knees her in the stomach, sets her up and delivers a snap suplex.

Jerry: Now Billy Sadistic seems to be in charge.

Sadistic stands up and he drops an elbow on Eira. He then pulls her up. Eira hits him with an elbow to the face. She then grabs him in a headlock and takes him down to the mat.

Jerry: Nice take down!

Ace: Nice reversal!

Eira drives her knee into Sadistic’s side. She then releases her grip, stands up and runs the ropes. As Billy Sadistic gets to his feet, Eira hits him with a hurricanrana! The move sends him flying into his own corner.

Ace: Woah!

Billy Sadistic quickly reaches up and tags in his brother Grimm. Grimm enters the match and him and Eira circle one another. Eira runs at him, but Grimm dodges the attack. Grimm now sends Eira crashing into the mat with a big clothesline. He the drags her closer to the Black Hand’s corner of the ring. Grimm pulls Eira up and punishes her with a big headbutt. Eira slumps into the corner. Grimm quickly tags in Michael Wryght.

Jerry: Strong teamwork from the Black Hand in the early going.

Ace: Would you expect any less? These guys are a cohesive unit!

Showtime pulls Eira out of the corner and he drops her down to the mat with a DDT. He then goes for a cover, but Eira kicks out around two. Showtime pulls Eira back up and and he throws her back into the Black Hand’s corner. He kicks her in the stomach a few times before tagging Billy Sadistic back into the match. The two competitors briefly double team Eira in the corner. Derek Cosmos tries to interject himself into the situation and force Showtime out of the ring, but he’s unsuccessful in doing so.

Jerry: To be fair, I’d find it tough to get any member of the Black Hand to listen to me!

Having finally seen enough, Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti rush into the ring to stop the two-on-one! All that does is cause Grimm to step into the ring and soon all six competitors are battling it out!

Jerry: This thing is totally falling apart!

Finally, Derek Cosmos grabs Michael Wryght and he forcefully removes him from the ring. This, of course, results on a three-on-two inside the ring, which obviously angers Wryght. Cosmos tries to restore order, but he has trouble keeping Wryght out of the ring as he does.

Ace: We might never see a one-on-one situation in this match again!

Finally, everything conveniently sorts itself out when Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr hit Grimm with a double clothesline that sends all three of them over the top rope and two the outside. We’re left with Eira facing off against Sadistic once again.

Jerry: Well, that worked out nicely!

Sadistic turns around from the chaos and he’s hit by a spear from Eira! She then mounts him and unloads on him with a series of rights and lefts to the face. Eira pulls him up to his feet. Suddenly he hits her with a forearm to the side of the head. He then grabs her by the head and pulls her towards his mouth!

Jerry: Is he trying to bite her!?

Ace: I think he is!

Eira breaks free from the hold and she clotheslines Sadistic down to the mat. She then drops an elbow on him. Eira again mounts him and starts to unload with a wild flurry of punches.

Jerry: Eira’s just going nuts on Billy Sadistic now!

Ace: Well.... he did try to bite her.

Eira then stands up and she hits Sadistic with a leg drop. She then stands up and heads over to her corner. Luckily, Nathan Saniti has found his way back to the corner and Eira tags him in.

Jerry: Finally Eira gets a chance to leave this match for a while!

Saniti enters the ring just as Sadistic is getting back to his feet. Nathan Saniti runs at him and he hits him with a flying leg lariat! He then runs the ropes and delivers a spinning leg drop to his opponent. Saniti goes for the cover, but Sadistic kicks out at two. Saniti pulls Sadistic up, and Billy Sadistic responds by driving his elbow into Saniti’s midsection. Billy now grabs Nathan and he drops him with a Russian leg sweep. Sadistic now heads to his corner and he tags in Grimm.

Jerry: Grimm back in the ring now.

Grimm pulls Saniti up, only to send him crashing back down to the ring with a big short arm clothesline! Grimm slowly pulls Saniti up once more, but Nathan Saniti drives his shoulder into Grimm’s midsection. Saniti now jumps up and he hits Grimm with a spinning wheel kick! He then quickly dives to his corner and he tags in Kelli Starr!

Jerry: And now Kelli Starr in for her team!

Kelli Starr runs into the ring with energy! Grimm stands up, but Dollface takes him down with a spear! She runs the ropes again and him Grimm with a running leg drop. She stands up and runs the ropes once more. This time, she accidentally collides with Nathan Saniti on the apron, causing him to fall to the arena floor. Kelli quickly turns to face her fallen partner, who is visibly angry on the outside. Kelli Starr tags in Eira and she rolls out of the ring to face Saniti.

Jerry: Uh oh!

Ace: These two partners are getting a little heated with one another here!

As Saniti and Starr argue on the outside, Eira pulls Grimm up and she throws him into the corner. She then charges at him and hits him with big dropkick! Outside the ring, Saniti and Starr are still arguing. Starr starts to walk away from Saniti causing her to follow him. The two partners now circle around the ring and away from their corner, still arguing with one another.

Jerry: Okay, those two are still pretty upset.

Ace: Yeah... and it looks like this argument is causing them to abandon their partner!

Starr is now on the completely opposite side the ring, with Saniti close behind. She turns away from him, but he grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around to face him. The two glare at one another.

Jerry: This looks like it’s about to come to blows.

Suddenly, without warning, the two reach up and grab onto Showtime and Sadistic! They pull them down to the floor and begin unloading on their opponents! Inside the ring, Eira sets Grimm up and she hits him with a backbreaker! On the outside, Starr and Saniti smile as they look down at Sadistic and Showtime, who have been beaten down and left in a heap at ringside! Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti now happily make their way back to their corner!

Jerry: It was all a trick!

Ace: Mind games! I love them!

Back inside, Eira pulls Grimm up. He shoves her backwards. He then swings a punch, connecting with Eira’s midsection. Eira now swings a punch of her own! Grimm returns the favour! And now Eira! Now Grimm! Now Eira!

Jerry: Eira and Grimm and trading stiff punches right in the middle of the ring!

Ace: I love it!

Suddenly, in an attempt to restore order and stop the two competitors from repeatedly using closed fists as offensive weapons, Derek Cosmos interjects himself in between Grimm and Eira, breaking up their slugfest. They’re not happy about it. Both competitors glare at him and he backs off a few steps. Both Grimm and Eira step towards him and he dives out of the ring! Eira and Grimm follow!

Jerry: What is happening now!?

Ace: I guess both Grimm and Eira wanted to keep punching each other!

Derek Cosmos runs around the ring to avoid Grimm and Eira, who are in quick pursuit! Suddenly, the Benny Hill theme plays throughout the arena!

Jerry: Hahaha! Okay, we’ve certainly got a prankster in the back!

Finally, Cosmos returns to the ring along with Grimm and Eira. They’re both still angry at him, but they quickly turn to face one another. And the fists start to fly once more! This time Cosmos does nothing to stop the big punches from being thrown. Grimm manages to get the upper hand and he drops Eira with a hard right hand. He pulls her up, only to send her head-first into the mat with a DDT. Grimm slowly drags Eira over to his corner and he tags Michael Wryght back into the match.

Jerry: The Black Hand has been on the same page all night!

Ace: Yeah, and Eira has been punished by them all night!

Showtime pulls Eira up and he hits her with a big chop that backs her up into the corner. He then hits another and another and another. Michael Wryght now quickly tags in Billy Sadistic. Sadistic pulls Eira out of the corner. She counters and Irish whips him across the ring! As he rebounds off of the ropes, she swings at him with a clothesline! He ducks it, rebounds off of the ropes again and then drops her with a clothesline of his own! He goes for a cover:

1....

2...

Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr rush into the ring to break up the pin! This brings Grimm and Showtime back in! Grimm throws Saniti out of the ring and he follows him to the outside. Meanwhile, Kelli Starr clotheslines Showtime over the top ropes! She then leaps over the ropes and hits him with a flying crossbody!

Jerry: What action!

Inside the ring, Eira is back up to her feet. She grabs a distracted Billy Sadistic from behind and spins him around. He quickly hits her with a kick to the midsection and then drops her with a devastating snap DDT!

Ace: Sadistic DDT!

Jerry: A cover! This could be it!

1.....

2.....

3!!!

Winners: The Black Hand

Billy Sadistic stands up and he looks down at his defeated opponent. Meanwhile, Grimm has returned to the ring. The two brothers look at one another and then they suddenly attack Eira!

Jerry: Oh come on! The match is over!

Kelli Starr suddenly rushes into the ring to stop the assault, but she’s levelled from behind by Michael Wryght! He pulls her up and the two engage in a brief battle before Grimm hits her from behind. Wryght now grabs her and drops her with a single arm DDT before kicking her under the bottom ropes and out of the ring. Nathan Saniti slides in now, but he is outnumbered by Showtime and Grimm who lift him up and throw him over the top ropes, sending him crashing down to the floor below.

Jerry: This is just too much now!

The three members of the Black Hand now stand in the ring with Eira. Suddenly Billy Sadistic slides under the bottom ropes to the outside. He reaches under the ring and grabs a couple of steel chairs. He throws the chairs into the ring and slides back inside himself.

Ace: No. Now THIS is too much!

Billy Sadistic picks up the chairs. He throws one to Showtime and keeps one for himself. Grimm holds Eira in place as Showtime places a chair around Eira’s neck and Sadistic places his around Eira’s left knee.

Jerry: No! NO!

Billy Sadistic and Michael Wryght now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring.

Jerry: Stop this!

Suddenly, before any further damage can be done, Andy D rushes into the ring! He dives at Showtime, knocking him down from the top turnbuckle!

Jerry: Andy D is here!? ANDY D IS HERE!

The crowd cheers, but Andy D is unable to stop Billy Sadistic in time! He leaps off of the top ropes and comes crashing down on the chair... and one Eira’s left knee! The sickening pop is heard throughout the arena.

Jerry: Oh my God...

Ace: That sounded bad.

Seeing and hearing the obvious injury, PCW medical personnel rush into the ring to attend to Eira as Grimm and Sadistic look on.

Jerry: Andy D came out and he tried to stop this from happening. He tackled Showtime but Billy Sadistic....

Ace: You know, I hate to speculate or pass judgment at a time like this but... where was Murdoc?

Jerry: Yeah. I mean... we know that he has a very busy night tonight but....

Ace: .... still. I mean....

Jerry: .... yeah.

The medical team continues to work on Eira as Andy D watches. Saniti and Starr are back on their feet and they see the serious situation that is unfolding inside the ring. The Black Hand stands together in the entrance way, seemingly pleased with the destruction that they caused tonight. Andy and Psychedelica standing guard over the medical tech and Eira as they return towards the back, The Black Hand simply slithering off through the crowd ... there being only one person left as everyone goes their separate ways.

Andy D.

As Andy stands in the middle of the ring, he asks for a microphone. Bringing it to his lips, the crowd is hot for Andy D to speak and he begins to. However, the cheers and the hoots and hollers will not allow him to be heard. For the moment. The crowd getting every last bit of enthusiasm out of their system before he brings the microphone back up to his lips.

‘I have to say ... ‘

SQUARK!

The PCWtron comes to life, opening into a rather large office somewhere backstage. In center frame sits a rather ornate desk with a executive business chair facing away from the camera. It’s obvious though that someone is sitting there. A male, judging by the hand placed on the right arm. Dr. Claw?! No, we cannot dare to hope.

‘Andy. It’s good to see you. It seems as though the crowd really likes you. They really want to hear what you have to say, they LOVE having you in the ring. By that token, -I- like you. I’m going to go ahead and pre-empt you right now for one reason. Andy, this is a wrestling show. For far too long, the backstage drama and the soap opera quality stories have run rampant. I’m here to keep the wrestling going. So here’s what we’re going to do.’

‘You’re not scheduled to compete tonight, are you? That’s a shame. Putting you in a match is an automatic increase in buy rates. You’re not scheduled ... well, you are now.’ The fans erupt at this announcement. ‘And I do mean NOW. Your match is coming up next. Put the microphone down and get ready to ENTERTAIN, like you were born to do.’

The screen goes black, leaving the crowd cheering ... Andy rather annoyed that he’s not been allowed to say his piece.

Jerry Andrews: Was that ...

Ace Anderson: There’s no telling who that was, Jerry ... but he just put Andy D in the next match!

Jerry Andrews: And the next match is the North American Championship match. Andy D has just been granted a shot at the North American championship! The original three competitors can’t be happy with this decision.

Ace Anderson: Whoever that was, he’s no-nonsense. I like that. Andy D is definitely a welcome addition, especially if the crowd has anything to say about it. As for the other competitors? Doesn’t matter if Andy is involved or not, they were ALREADY prepared to battle a two on one situation. Now it’s just three on one. Just means each of them has to be fully on their game.

Jerry Andrews: Let’s kick it to ringside where Sasha Greene is standing by for our next match of the evening!

****

[Murdoc]

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Match Four
North American Championship Fatal Four Way Match
Murdoc (©) vs. Loki vs. Justin ‘Stormm ‘ Michaels vs. Andy D
_{Referee: Eric Russo}

Andy D is already in the ring to start this contest, and he eagerly awaits his opponents to make their entrance. He paces back and forth on the far side of the ring, loosening up his arms. He doesn't have to wait long, as Sixx:A.M.'s "This is Gonna Hurt" begins to play as the arena goes dark and smoke begins to fill the stage. Multi-colored lasers strobe in time with the beat, revealing a silhouette in the smoke. As the music picks up an explosion rocks the stage, clearing the smoke and revealing Loki. Loki strides confidently down the ramp as the audience cheers, half way down the ramp he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope.

Introducing at this time, from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...

Once in the ring, Loki springs to his feet and runs at the back rope. Bouncing off the rope, Loki comes back to the front, with his arms raised, crossed at the wrist. Pyros launch in sequence from the turnbuckles as Loki holds the pose.

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII!

As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner and waits for his opponent, giving a quick glance to Andy D. He knows better than to expect anything underhanded, but in a bout for the title it's best to check all corners, so to speak.

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"

Introducing at this time... from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews before hopping up onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes, and gives a quick nod towards Sasha before motioning to the crowd once more.

"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"

THE Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

It's been all good fun for the crowd so far, with three of their most favorite superstars all waiting in the ring for what is bound to be barnburner of a match. The crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing...

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring!

And now, introducing YOUR Pure Class Wrestling North American champion...

Turning to his immediate left, he gives Andy D a slow glare...then turning to his right, Justin Michaels receives all of the same.

Hailing from parts unknown, and weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds - MUUURRDOOOOOOOOC!!!

But when he levels his gaze to the third corner, Murdoc only tilts his masked head to somehow give an amused look at Loki. The latter is staring at his self-described nemesis with a burning intensity.

Jerry Andews: This is it, Ace, arguably the biggest match of the night. I know Whitey Ford always complains when he's not in the main event, but this showcase could have easily been put in place of his World Heavyweight Title bout later this evening against the now competing Murdoc.

Ace Anderson: Oh, he'd still find a way to complain. But look at this tension, Murdoc is standing in the middle of all three challengers for the North American Title...completely fearless.

Another long moment of tension, but here we go! Stormm and Loki both rocket forward to meet Murdoc, while Andy D looks to be lost for a second as he is forced to stutter step his run which was directed where Michaels just was. Murdoc tries to fight back at first, but covers up after a moment and backs into the corner, weathering an onslaught of kicks and punches from his two original challengers. This doesn't last long, as Murdoc shoves Loki away in a brief lull in his attack, and delivers a big knee to Michaels ribcage that sends him staggering back and falling to one knee, the wind knocked out of him. As Murdoc turns his attention back to Loki, who flies in with abandon to connect with a stunning flying elbow, Andy D comes from out of nowhere, hitting the ropes across from Stormm and launching himself forward in a DRAGON'S BITE...

Jerry Andrews: Look out Stormm!

...that barely misses the crafty veteran, who saw the move coming just a split second before his head was taken off early in this contest. Andy D manages to get to one knee before Stormm bullies him into the corner and connects with a quick snapmare out of it, applying a rear chinlock to keep the high flyer close and grounded. The combatants are all paired up now, with Loki on the receiving end of a vicious headbutt that sends him reeling across the ropes. Murdoc follows that up with a big clubbing blow to his prey's back, followed by two more as he pushes Loki into the corner again.

Meanwhile, directly across the ring, Andy has fought up to his feet and is fighting back with some punches to the midsection of Stormm as he turns himself around. The punches soon end up landing higher, and Andy gains momentum to dash against the ropes and come back, only to be dropped again with a high angle dropkick from Michaels. Stormm drops down to apply a seated headlock to Andy D...but his head snaps back with impact, Murdoc having changed targets in an instant after nailing Loki with huge punch and connecting with a huge big boot after on Stormm.

Ace Anderson: Early on Murdoc is dominating!

Jerry Andrews: I think the other competitors may have to start thinking about working together to equalize the big man before they can focus on each other.

Loki is still reeling from the haymaker for a moment, but that's all Murdoc needs. Barely stopping after kicking Stormm's head off his shoulders, Murdoc hits the ropes, changing his angle to squash Loki with a huge corner avalanche! The latter falls into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle. Andy D has since recovered from the dropkick at the hands of Stormm, and tries to take advantage of Murdoc's attention being elsewhere. He charges in with abandon, but is caught by the back of the head and thrown over the top rope, his own momentum doing most of the work. Murdoc turns his back on Andy D, not noticing that he's held on!

Ace Anderson: The ever-resilient Andy D managed to hold onto the ropes there. What'll he do next?

Andy D bides his time as Murdoc pulls Stormm up by his hair. It appears that he may be going for a powerbomb of some sort, but as he looks up before hoisting Stormm into the air, he's caught...by a springboard dropkick to the face, courtesy of Andy D off the apron! Murdoc couldn't get his hands up in time to cover up from the attack, so he took both feet full on and is feeling the effects as he struggles to stay on his feet. Stormm wriggles free from his grasp and hits a huge enziguri that drops Murdoc down to one knee. Andy D has gotten back to his feet, and in a split second brings the big man all the way down with a high-impact DDT!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc is down!

Jerry Andrews: It was starting to look like a three on one handicap match for a minute, but we have to remember this is a fatal four way. This match has barley gotten started yet, and what action we've seen so far![/b]

Stormm attemps to get the jump on Andy once more before he can get to his feet, but he's cut off as his foe rises, eating a european uppercut as he rises. Andy follows up with an armdrag, then another as Stormm tries to quell the momentum. He finally blocks the third, but as he's turning Andy D to land an armdrag of his own, Andy capitolizes with a leg kick to the bad knee of Stormm. He doesn't drop just yet, but the split second it took him to grimace was all Andy needed to continue reversing the momentum and hit one more armdrag of his own, followed by a stiff kick to the back of the head. Andy D hits the ropes, looking for a dropkick to the face...but before he can even each Stormm he's taken down with an ENORMOUS clothesline by Loki.

Ace Anderson: Andy is having a hard time keeping momentum in this match, that time stopped by a recovered Loki.

Jerry Andrews: One thing that makes this match interesting, Ace, is that all of the compeitors are very experienced veterans. Anyone could walk away the champion here.[/b]

The fans give some applause at the good timing of the move, but Loki knows he must act quick before all three competitors he's against get back to their feet. Turning quickly to Stormm, he hits a stiff kick to the chest that drops Michaels onto his back before he can rise. Always looking to slow down his opponents, Loki grabs the notoriously bad leg of Stormm and turns him over into a half crab variation, putting lots of torque on the knee. Stormm grimaces and struggles to get to the ropes, although it would be to no avail because of the no DQ rules set in place in fatal four way matches.

Jerry Andrews: Believe it or not, this could spell the end for Stormm. While he doesn't know the word quit, he has to think of his career...if nobody breaks up this hold, he may be done for.

Meanwhile, Murdoc is stirring; he has gotten to both feet and now turns around to notice Stormm in a precarious predicament. Marching over to assumedly break up the hold, Murdoc instead stomps down as hard as he can on the exposed back of Michaels. Stormm cries out in pain, and Loki turns his head at the sound of impact and releases the hold, Murdocs grasp barely missing him. Loki hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline from the infuriated Murdoc, and once again ducks another clothesline off the rebound. On the third and last bounce off the ropes, Loki slides under Murdoc's legs and attempts a german suplex, but the masked monster remains stubbornly rooted to the mat.

Ace Anderson: A valiant effort from Loki, but that’s gotta be like trying to uproot a Sequoia.

Murdoc grabs Loki’s hair, hauling him up from the mat, and whips him around to fling him bodily into Andy D, both men going down in a tangle of limbs!

Jerry Andrews: You know, I think Murdoc may actually hold the record for most uses of another wrestler as a projectile weapon.

Ace Anderson: Now THERE’S an award for the Icey’s.

Stormm on his feet now, he goes barrelling into Murdoc, the sheer momentum knocking the larger man down to the mat - Stormm managing to lock the big man into a submission hold! Murdoc struggles for the ropes, refusing to tap out, gives Stormm a hard shove, the shouted “He’s MINE!” broadcasting loud and clear over the camera feed.

Stormm manages to mount the turnbuckle with Murdoc and Loki punching it out in the center of the ring, Loki beginning to falter under the relentless assault of hammering fists, and Andy D still struggling to rise - without warning, Stormm leaps towards Andy in an attack!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm LAUNCHES himself towards Andy D and - Murdoc?!

Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing!? He almost had Loki!

MURDOC comes out of nowhere, planting two massive hands on Stormm’s chest, muscles bunching as he lunges forward to force Stormm back the way he came IN MIDAIR - to send him flying over the top rope and crashing back-first to the floor! Staring down at the carnage for a moment, Murdoc turns just in time to see Andy D come flying at him with a jarringly sudden shining wizard!

Ace Anderson: YES!! It’s the Dragon’s Bite! Andy D. is going for it!

Before Andy D. can wrap Murdoc up for the pin, Loki smashes into him with a vicious spear, knocking him away! In a show of desperate strength, Loki tears Andy D. up from the mat and hits him with a brutal omega driver!

Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok! Is this going to be the end? Are we going to see Loki as our new North American champion!?

Loki ties Andy up for the pin, Russo slipping in to make the count:

...1!

..t - WHAT!?

Out of absolutely NOWHERE, Stormm comes flying into the fray, shoving Loki off of Andy and spoiling the pin! Andy D. still stirring on the mat, and Murdoc finally gaining his vertical base, Stormm hauls Loki up and sidesteps behind him, delivering a picture-perfect Faceplant Sambo Suplex! Loki goes down and STAYS down, Stormm wrapping him up tight.

Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood! Looks like Loki might not make it to higher ground!

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Winner: Justin “Stormm” Michaels via Pinfall

The WINNER, and Pure Class Wrestling’s NEW North American Champion...

Decyfer Down’s “Crash” begins to play over the PCW loudspeakers as Russo raises Stormm’s hand as the winner, the North American belt gleaming in the overhead lights in Justin’s other hand.

JUSTIN “STORMM” MICHAAAAELLLLS!!!

As Stormm stands tall in the ring, the fans cheering and screaming for their veteran favorite, Loki and Andy D begin to make their way to the back. Murdoc rests against a corner turnbuckle, his icy gaze seeming to stare through the festivities with a frozen burn into the next match - and his chance to finally claim the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship Title.

****

"Well, we're just about ready to go, if you could please settle onto the gurney we can -"

"No. I'm not going anywhere until I see Murdoc tear the World Championship off Whitey's carcass."

"You have to get to the hospital, we need to -"

“Clearly you're not understanding me. Let me try another language - how about Spanish? No. French? Non. German? NEIN!”

“Miss, please, we need to get x-rays done as soon as possible to asses the damage and -”

“I can tell you the damage, they snapped my goddamn LEG with a goddamn CHAIR!”

The camera rounds a corner and the source of the conflict comes into full view. An irate Eira, long white hair disheveled and pants nowhere to be seen (Have you ever tried examining a leg injury through leather? Exactly.), is seated on a stretcher. Her left leg is strapped into an immobilizer, and a nervous looking med tech is giving her an IV lock. Glaring at him over her shoulder, her eyes widen as he injects a full syringe of something into the catheter.

"As much as I appreciate your efforts to help, can you please not fill my veins with what feels like liquid fire? What the hell did you just give me?!"

"You'll feel better in a few minutes." The tech busies himself with clearing away the various bits of tapes and alcohol wipe packets, avoiding the question.

"I feel FINE, my leg just hurts like hell. I'm not going to the hospital, I need to stay to watch the main event! Don't you guys have a wheelchair or something you can get me out there in?"

"Miss, we REALLY need to get you to the hospital. The longer we wait, the worse off you'll be if something is seriously wrong."

"Oh my god, it's like you don't understand. No means NO, I need to... I um..." Eira blinks, hard, staring at her arms as though she's never seen them before. "My arms are tingling. Like I've had to much alcohol."

"It's called dilaudid. Double dose. You're welcome." The tech grins as Eira finally leans against the raised back of the ambulance gurney. "Wow. This is some good stuff. The world feels like warm melted marshmallows." Eira giggles quietly to herself, then sits up like a shot!

"Wait, I feel better now though! I can go watch, right?" The tech's grin twists into an exasperated sigh, opening his mouth to issue what might well be his last words, but Eira's expression creases with a wince of pain; uncharacteristic anxiety furrowing her brow.

Hand on her shoulder, the tech moves in closer. "Are you alright?"

"I don't - it hurts."

"Your knee?"

The tech watches with real concern as Eira bends forward, almost doubled-over, her face visibly paling. "I think I'm -" Glancing towards the camera, she clamps her mouth shut, biting her lip as another wave overtakes her.

"Let's go. Please."

The camera gets a final shot of the ambulance doors closing, Eira in the back with pain etched into her features, arms crossed over her abdomen.

****

[Murdoc]

**** 

Tonight, we answer the long-standing question. 

The unstoppable force? 

Murdoc winning the North American championship. 

The Icemann Invitational. 

Or the immovable object? 

Whitey standing over Eira as World Champion. 

Getting the pinfall over Andy D. 

Holding the belt high into the air for ALL to see. 

Whitey Ford and Murdoc coming face-to-face backstage, Whitey goofing around and acting smarmy ... Murdoc all the while as resolute and unwavering as an oak. Fists flying in the ring between the two from their first and only contest against each other to date. Murdoc finishing Whitey with an impressive display, hand raised over the fallen body. 

Tonight ... Return to Glory. 

**** 

Jerry Andrews: We're getting ready for our main event and we have yet to see who our new PCW President will be.

Ace Anderson: Correction: we’ve HEARD from the new President, we just haven’t seen him. I'm starting to think that our boss The Icemann might have made his announcement a little prematurely. I wonder if the contract status of our new president has been worked out.

Jerry Andrews: And what we just saw in the back. Murdoc has no idea what’s going on ... he’s been out here since the beginning of the last match. Do you think ...

Ace Anderson: I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen when Murdoc finds out.

Main Event 

World Championship Match 

“The Asshole” Whitey Ford © vs. Murdoc 

_{Referee: Ed Lane} 

The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Championship! Introducing first... 

Southern style guitars of Bobaflex’s “Bad Man” plays over the PA System; Strobelights and the PCW-Tron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Whitey Ford slowly walks out onto the stage. Ford outstretches his arms to embrace the hatred the fans are giving him, the PCW World Championship around his waist shimmering in the spotlight. Surprisingly enough though, there is a small, but very vocal chant of support for the World Champion.

...Standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds...he hails from Leeds, Maine... 

Whitey takes great amusement at the crowds' disposition, and taunts them by rubbing the center-plate on the PCW Championship.


Ace Anderson: I bet Whitey didn't even wash his hands before he did that.


Jerry Andrews: I don't think Whitey washes his hands at all.

...he is YOUR PCW World Champion...WHITEY FORD! 

Instant jeers for your World Champion for that one.

Ace Anderson: How do we, a company called Pure CLASS Wrestling, have such a classless...asshole...as our World Champion? It's just sickening.

Whitey laughs as he begins his stride down the entrance ramp. On his way down to the ring, he trades words and insults with a few of the more vocal of the PCW Faithful.

Ace Anderson: It'd odd to see the World Champion enter first during the main event of an event of this magnitude, but I'm sure it's because Whitey Ford wants to make sure all eyes are on him. Jerk.

Jerry Andrews: You really don't like, Ford, do you?

Ace Anderson: Is it that apparent?

Once Ford is at ringside, he rolls under the bottom rope. Whitey climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises the PCW World Championship high above his head with one arm. Whitey flashes a smug grin to the crowd and then jumps down as “Bad Man” abruptly cuts off and the arena goes dark. This blackout can only mean one thing...

BOOM!!! 

...a pulse of bass from Audiomachine's “Xerxes” explodes through the PA System and the arena lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring!

Introducing the challenger... 

Turning to his immediate left, Murdoc goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe.

...Standing six feet, seven inches and weighing in tonight at three-hundred and twenty-two pounds...he is the challenger this evening...MURDOC! 

Murdoc has his entrance robe removed, but the steel mask he wears continues to cover his monstrous face. As he turns to look towards his opponent, he is blindsided by Whitey Ford diving and striking Murdoc with the belt.

Jerry Andrews: What a cheapshot!

The blow knocks down the big man and the bell hasn't even been rung!
 Whitey Ford screams at Ed Lane to start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Whitey falls on-top of Murdoc and quickly hooks the leg. Whitey yells towards Ed to make the count, and although Lane hesitates at first, he drops to the mat to begin his count.

Jerry Andrews: No, not like this.

Before Lane can even make it to one, Murdoc kicks out of the pin attempt by sending Whitey flying through the air and crashing to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc kicks out with authority!

Ace Anderson: I'm not sure if that steel mask somehow absorbed the blow of that title belt or if Murdoc is superhuman, but what a kick-out!

Whitey quickly gets up to one knee and stares Murdoc down, who is now standing back up. Whitey cautiously gets to his feet as well and the two men again lock eyes.

Jerry Andrews: The issue between these two individuals have been boiling over for quite some time now.

Ace Anderson: I don't know anyone who DOESN'T have an issue with Ford. But Whitey, as much as I hate it, is the World Champion and he has earned it, whether by hook or by crook.

Jerry Andrews: And Murdoc is the 2014 Icemann Invitational winner. This has to be his night.

Whitey jogs a bit to gather himself and then lunges at Murdoc; Murdoc reactively grabs Ford by the head as he charges and launches him over the top rope. Whitey sails to the floor and as he gets back up to his feet, he pushes a photographer at ringside in a sign of frustration.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc seems to have gotten into Ford's head already. Frustration setting in early.

Referee Ed Lane doesn't start the mandatory ten-count and instead warns Ford to get back into the ring. Ford tells Lane to back Murdoc up so that he may enter cleanly and both Lane and Murdoc comply.

Whitey climbs the ring steps and then enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Once back in the ring, Ford spits into the face of Murdoc, a big glop of mucus and saliva dripping off of Murdoc's mask.

Jerry Andrews: Disgusting show of disrespect from the Champion.

It is now Murdoc's turn to lunge towards Ford and Whitey dodges the big man who runs shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Ford's immediately on the offensive by turning Murdoc around, climbing the second rope, standing over Murdoc, and pouring down with fists to the skull of his opponent.

Whitey gets about three or four quick-fire jabs in before Murdoc reaches up and smushes Ford in the face, forcing him to leap off of him. Ford gets back up to his feet and runs back at Murdoc, but Murdoc catches Ford in the face with an elbow.

As Whitey gets back to his feet, Murdoc grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Ford bounces back and Murdoc lifts him up in an overhead press stance.

Ace Anderson: What power from the challenger.

Whitey is able to slither his way from the position though, turns Murdoc to face him, and then boots him in the gut. As Murdoc hunches, Whitey quickly knocks him down with a jumping DDT. He again drops down and makes the pin and, once again before the referee can make it past one, Murdoc is kicking out of the predicament.

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc is not going to let Whitey sneak away with a victory that easily.

Murdoc meets Whitey to his feet and tries to Irishwhip him. Whitey, however, is too close to the ropes and is able to use them to block the attempt. Murdoc kicks the arm of Whitey to break him off the ropes, and that pops the PCW Faithful in attendance big time.

Murdoc then succeeds in whipping Ford to the ropes and attempts to backdrop him but Ford soars over the big man and tries to catch him with a sunset-flip, but Murdoc tries to fight it by balancing.

Jerry Andrews: Can he get him off his feet? NO!

Indeed Ford cannot, as Murdoc is able to regain his balance and then reaches down with both hands to grab Ford by the throat. Murdoc uses his power to hoist Ford from the mat into the air and walks with him until he crotches him onto the top rope.

Ace Anderson: I can tell you firsthand that is NOT where you want to be!

Murdoc wrenches the ropes and shakes them, furthering tormenting Ford from the straddling-the-ropes position. Ford can't stay on the bucking bronco and falls to the mat. Again Murdoc picks Whitey off of the mat and whips him into the ropes.

As Ford comes bouncing back, he slides under Murdoc and when Murdoc turns around, Ford leaps up and delivers a beautiful dropkick that sends the big man spilling over the ropes and onto the arena floor.

Jerry Andrews: And the big man goes up and out of the ring.

Whitey's wastes no time climbing the ropes on the inside of the ring and positions himself to leap off onto Murdoc from inside to out. Waiting for the former Prophet to get to his feet, Ford leaps off the top rope to the outside with a beautiful soaring cross bodyblock, crashing into Murdoc.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Whitey just leaped maybe twenty, thirty-feet into the air connecting with that splash!

Referee Ed Lane jumps out of the ring to check on the combatants, but it's for naught, as Whitey shows clear signs of aggression by pummeling Murdoc as he sits on-top of him. Ed taps Whitey on the shoulder and tells him to get back in the ring.

Whitey flips off the official in an obvious show of defiance, but only for a moment as he does in-fact relent and re-enters the ring by rolling underneath the bottom rope. Ed checks on Murdoc who is moving about. Ed slides back into the ring as Murdoc gets to a knee and grabs the bottom rope to pull himself back into the ring.

Ford sees this though and rushes through with a baseball slide, causing Murdoc to once again hit the arena floor. Referee Lane admonishes Ford who chuckles and shrugs.

Ace Anderson: Ford's not a sportsman, but he is definitely an opportunist.

Murdoc again tries to pull himself up using the ropes, and again Whitey Ford attempts a baseball slide. This time, however, Murdoc moves and pulls Whitey outside the ring. Whitey throws a punch towards Murdoc, but Murdoc grabs Ford's fist and begins to crush his hand. Ford begins to reel from the pain, but then kicks at Murdoc's knee which causes Murdoc to buckle and fall to one knee.

Whitey climbs back onto the apron and backs up a bit, giving him enough room to use for a running start.

Jerry Andrews: I sense a high-risk maneuver coming on.

Whitey runs the length of the apron and tries to dive off with a double axe handle, but Murdoc catches him by the throat and instinctively chokeslams onto the arena floor.

Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are on their feet cheering this great action. The sound of the arena is deafening!

Ed Lane calls out to both men to get into the ring and finally, for the first time in this match, makes use of the mandatory ten-count.

Ace Anderson: These two guys are putting Ed in a real precarious position. You can tell that he wants this one to end in the ring, but these two have been beating the hell out of each other out there.

...One...

...Two...

...Three...

...Four...

Both Ford and Murdoc are up to their knees and both slowly get to their feet and then roll into the ring. Ford is surprisingly the first to his feet, and uses both feet to stomp onto the chest of Murdoc. Ford then slowly circles around the Challenger, and begins yelling at him:

“I'm the Champ! You'll never get my title!” 

Jerry Andrews: I don't know how smart it is for Whitey to mock the Behemoth of PCW.

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford thinks he's the smartest person in all of sports, thinking he can always get by with dirty tricks and stunts, but I don't think it's Ford's brilliance that keeps him champion- it's ego.

As Whitey taunts him, Murdoc suddenly sits up, and stares directly at Ford. Ford stops in his tracks, a look of bewilderment on his face. Ford kicks at the chest of Murdoc, but Murdoc continues to stare. Ford again tries a kick to the chest, but Murdoc again stares blankly and begins moving onto his feet.

Ford begins throwing punches at Murdoc as he gets to his feet. As Murdoc stands completely, Whitey runs at the ropes and tries coming back with a crossbody, but as his body is stretched into the air Ford is caught with a devastating double axe handle to the chest.

Jerry Andrews: Oblivion! Oblivion! Murdoc just hit Ford with the Oblivion!

Ford falls to the mat like a bag of bricks and Murdoc wastes little time making the cover.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THR-NO!

Jerry Andrews: I cannot believe it! He kicked out! Whitey kicked out!

Ace Anderson: I mentioned Whitey's ego earlier, but it might be his heart that keeps him as Champion.

Murdoc's eyes can be seen through the eye-holes of his mask and you can tell that they're burning through the skull of Referee Lane. Murdoc signals with his fingers that it should have been three, but Ed assures him it was only a two.

Jerry Andrews: Even Murdoc can't believe Ford managed to kick out of that one.

Murdoc stares down at Whitey for a few more moments before getting to his feet. Murdoc reaches down and grabs a handful of Whitey's blond hair to help him up. Such a kind fellow, that Murdoc. With Ford hunched over, Murdoc aggressively shoves Ford's head in-between his legs. Murdoc looks out into the crowd and then hoists Ford up into a powerbomb position.

As Ford sits back-first on Murdoc's shoulder, Murdoc positions him in a way where Ford's chin is directly resting in Murdoc's gigantic hands.

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc is just holding Ford there, as if he is allowing him to hang himself.

Ace Anderson: I think Murdoc is bringing Whitey Back to Basics here.

As Whitey dangles for dear life, he manages to somehow break Murdoc's hold and slides down his back completely. When Murdoc turns around, Ford drops to his knees and delivers one of the hardest low-blows seen to man.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc's a monster, but even a monster has to feel that one.

Referee Ed Lane immediately calls for the bell as Murdoc falls to the mat. Instant jeers.

DING! DING! DING!

The winner of the match, by disqualification...MURDOC! 

The fans cannot believe it, and are throwing trash into the ring at this outrage.


Jerry Andrews: Not like this. Not like this.

Ford screams at and rushes Ed Lane to hurry and him his belt as he backs away from Murdoc. Before Lane can even respond, the arena is overtaken by...

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! 

”TNT” by AC/DC.

Ace Anderson: What? Who?

As the song lyrics begin picking up, from out of the back is emerges a white male, probably in his mid-to-late fifties. A nearly bald head is attached to the man, who stands approximately six feet and is in relatively good condition. The man is dressed in dressed in black slacks, dress shoes, and a black sweater. The man has a microphone in his hand and quickly signals to cut his music before he speaks.

My name is Frank Foley and as the new Pure Class Wrestling President, I REFUSE to let this match end like this. Mr. Lane, restart this match and let's make it a No Disqualification Match!

Whitey Ford is screaming from the ring, “You can't do this! I don't know who you think you are, but you can't do this!”

Jerry Andrews: I am getting confirmation that Frank Foley's ruling is being honored and this match is going to continue!

Ace Anderson: Ford shouldn't be focusing on the new President- Murdoc's behind him!

Ford turns around at just that moment to see a ball of flame emerge from Murdoc's fist heading in his direction. In a “Blink-and-you'd-miss-it- Moment,” Whitey drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, managing to escape the burst of flame.

Jerry Andrews: I don't know how he narrowly escaped The End, but somehow, someway, Whitey got out of the way of that fireball.

Whitey once again yells at Frank, who still stands at the top of the ramp- “I'm the Champ! This is bullshit.” And once again, Whitey is not paying attention to his opponent, and Murdoc dives through the ropes and hits Ford with a shoulder block from behind. The force of the blow causes Whitey to hit the security barricade.

Ace Anderson: You can NOT take your eye off of your opponent, Jerry. Especially if that opponent is Murdoc.

Murdoc immediately follows it up by tossing Whitey back into the ring. Murdoc then walks over to the broadcast booth and grabs a steel folding chair from behind the timekeeper's table.

Jerry Andrews: It's No Disqualifications now!

Murdoc tosses the chair into the ring and then steps onto the apron and then into the ring over the top rope. Murdoc walks over to the chair and positions it in the middle of the ring, then walks over to Whitey and again puts him in the setup, powerbomb-position of the Back to Basics.

Ace Anderson: I think he wants to make sure Whitey feels pain when he hits the mat after the Back to Basics.

Up and over goes Whitey, once again hanging from the chin over Murdoc's shoulder. But Whitey does something ingenious- in desperation, he reaches up and somehow manages to remove the mask from Murdoc's face! Murdoc moves quickly, releasing his grip on Ford and begins to fix the mask on his face.

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc's unmasked!

Ace Anderson: Not quite. He got his hair and hands in the way before his face was seen!

Before Murdoc can completely fix the mask, however, Ford grabs the chair from the ring, and nails Murdoc with it from behind.

THUD!

The thud of the strike resonates throughout the arena. Murdoc's back immediately stiffens and as does, Ford moves to the front side of Murdoc and hits him in the gut with the chair, hunching him over. With Murdoc keeled over, Ford drops the chair, and then does a wicked downward kick, somewhat in a form of an enziguri, striking Murdoc's still somewhat exposed face to fall hard onto the chair. Ford drops down and pins the monster.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: He did it! I can't believe it! He... he beat Murdoc!

Ace Anderson: I really need to stop betting against this man. He's costing me a fortune.

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe Ford managed to walk out of this match the victor. I just can't believe it. Even WITH the odds stacked against the challenger.

Neither can the PCW Faithful, who once again begins hurling trash in the ring. New PCW President Frank Foley watches, emotionless, as the trash flies like New Years' confetti around the World Champion. Whitey is handed his World Title and stands over to the side, staring down at Murdoc, who is beginning to stir.

Winner and STILL World Champion: Whitey Ford 

Jerry Andrews: Thank you everyone for watching PCW Return to Glory 5! See you at Trauma 161!

-CLICK- 

<sub>Cory Steel def. Alexa Black
Michael Soloman vs. T.K. Money vs. Tyrone Smith ends in a Draw
Gem def. Sapphire, Tha Joka and Metalhead to retain the title of Queen of the Underground
The Black Hand def. Psychedelica & Eira
Stormm def. Loki, Murdoc and Andy D to become the North American Champion
Whitey Ford def. Murdoc to retain the World Championship

What more can I say? A fantastic end to a cycle where EVERYONE put out their top work. Every single one of you. Except those who haven’t been showing. Not those guys. But new cycle! Some interesting things ALREADY developing. Keep an eye out for some news and rumors, maybe a pureclasswrestling.com exclusive in the next little bit. Let’s get the creative juices flowing again ... our next PPV by the way is Deadly Intentions and you all know what THAT means ...</sub>