This will be the last column I write for the PCW website.  If you were at PCW Arena this past Saturday night (6/21/08), you can figure out why.
 
If you weren't there, let me give you a quick synopsis.  It was the night of Conquer The Cage, in which there were four steel cage matches, followed by a steel cage weapons grudge match between Wally Darkmon and Tim Storm, and then a final four-way steel cage match with the winners of the first four matches.  The winner of that last match would get a shot at PCW World Heavyweight Champion Mike Foxx at Shock & Awe on July 19.  On top of all that, Foxx was my guest color commentator for the entire night.  There were moments he enjoyed (his "Angel of Wrath" Mace defeating Viper) and moments he didn't (Steve DeMarco intervening in the Darkmon-Storm match).
 
It all hit the fan at the end of the main event match, which was fought with "escape the cage" rules.  Aaron Eagle defied the odds to win, but, then, the Faithful (Mace, Storm and James Johnson) went to work on him, as well as on Lance Hoyt (Apocalypse and Franco D'Angelo were fighting to the back).  Darkmon and DeMarco ran out to even the sides.  Foxx got inside the cage, only to be given the Drop Out by Eagle.  Kody Kox, who had accompanied Mace and Johnson to the ring earlier in the night, gave Foxx the components for the ball of fire he threw at Eagle.  Kox then came over to my position and started taunting me.  When he started getting physical, that crossed the line.  If he wanted to be physical, then, by God, I was going to get physical right back.  I took enough of his crap before leveling him and tossing him into the side of the cage.
 
Then, things got really crazy.  Tim Storm came over and started clubbing me with those Sequoia tree branch forearms of his, and he tossed me into the cage.  I vaguely remember Foxx giving me the MF'er, and then I was dragged over to the ropes and duct taped to the top rope, where the Faithful used me for target practice as they continued to beat down Darkmon, DeMarco, Eagle and Hoyt.  Kox, that slimy doughboy worm, got his shots in, too.  By the time the Faithful decided they had made their point, I was left hanging, having taken fists and Kendo sticks and a Johnson rocket launch into myself at full speed.  I needed help to get out of the cage and to the back.
 
On Tuesday, after I had spent the better part of two days in bed taking lots of Advil and unable to eat solid food, I informed Thomas and Chris Bussey that they can take their announcing job and shove it.  As long as Mike Foxx and the Faithful are running roughshod over PCW, no one and nowhere is safe from their wrath (misery, death, whatever).  I am not an athlete, and I am not, by nature, a fighter.  Therefore, I will not allow myself to be a sitting duck for Foxx's bloodlust.  The Busseys can find someone else to sit inside the railings and comment on the matches.  I refuse to do that any longer.
 
I want to say one more thing.  If there is any hope for PCW, the athletes of this company need to band together and attack the Faithful as one.  That goes for Darkmon, DeMarco, Eagle, Action Jackson (when he returns from his sabbatical), Matthew Palmer, Brandon Collins, Viper, Diamond Dave, J.T. LaMotta, Franco D'Angelo, Athena, Alektra Blue, and even men like Apocalypse, Robert Evans, Nobe Bryant and Jerome Daniels.  To those last few names, I say, look over your shoulder, because the Faithful don't care which dressing room you come out of.  They are only out for one thing: to eliminate any and all competition to Mike Foxx and his title.
 
Thank you to PCW ownership, from Meredith Kensington to the Busseys, for allowing me to play a special role in the growth of the company over the last five years.  To the color commentators I've worked with, not all of whom I agreed with, thank you for your part in helping me to develop my style.  To the wrestlers, never let anyone treat you as anything less than the athletes and top-notch performers you are.  Philosophical differences aside for some of you, I respect you all like you wouldn't believe.  To the support staff, thank you for the great job you do week-to-week, often unseen by the public.  To Jamie Oller and the video production crew, you guys rock!  Major league all the way!  And, to the fans, thank you so much for your support.  While it may be true that "without the Main Event, there is no show," without the fans, there is no PCW.  That's the bottom line.
 
For now, I will keep my robmoorePCW@hotmail.com e-mail address for the sake of simplicity.  Aside from that, thank you all again.
 
The headset is now off.