

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.