It was the final round of Saturday's Demolition Derby at the Park County Fair. Cars, already ground through the wringer from qualifying in five other heats, took to the mud with screaming motors and wailing transmissions.The previous heats were crazed bouts of smashing steel and gushing exhaust, but nothing compared to the final feud. The drivers took to the pit, eager for blood, circling their cars, smashing. Accelerators stuck wide open, engines screaming like banshees.Trevor Greenwald races his mangled station wagon round and round, steam and boiling oil pouring from beneath his crumpled hood. Bam, he takes a hit, gives out more.Once street-legal cars now resemble crumpled steel on wheels, their drivers circling, looking for weakness in their prey — other cars.The winner won't be the hottest car. The winner will be the last car with a driver who, by strategy, toughness and luck, can still limp his wheels across the arena and smack other cars.Freddie Zier dishes out a few hits, while sparks strike the ground like incandescent bullets from his engine block.Crunch, like the sound of 100 full beer cans slammed on a sidewalk, the cars collide. Stalled cars, dead in the arena, resemble miss-colored, misshapen metallic corpses. The remaining drivers orbit, striking like beat-up Robo Boxers. Finally, only two remain.Trent Greenwald, his front end like a gapping accordion, spins mud and slugs Shannon Brewer out of the way. But Brewer is not down for the count. Brewer delivers Greenwald three wicked blows, backing up each time to smash his opponent.Like a dazed boxer, Greenwald's car seems to shake-off its stupor to roar across the field.Like bygone Romans cheering gladiators, the crowd screams; they're thrilled by the cars and drivers' tenacity and audacity.The guys slug it out with fists made of contorted steel. Billowing smelly burning oil and antifreeze. Brewer stalls.Brewer is like a sitting duck, and Greenwald comes in for the kill with a couple teeth-rattling rams, but it is almost in slow motion. Greenwald's 1965 Chrysler Imperial is on its last legs (wheels), barely able to move.Ironically, Brewer drives the same make and year.Somehow, Brewer gets his old car rolling. The crowd screams, and Brewer slips away, cuts the wheel, slinging mud, and rams Greenwald while in reverse. Once, twice: Bam, Bam!Greenwald limps away, smoke filling the interior like an evil stinking cloud.Like punch-drunk boxers in the 18th round, the drivers hammer away at each other. Their cars barely move — transmissions slipping, radiators billowing steam.But neither the old cars nor their industrial-strength drivers admit defeat.Like a bar of buckled tin, Greenwald's car takes its final hits. Brewer is tapping Greenwald in slow motion. His old car barely runs.Brewer ground his way to the first-place finish with a $1,500 purse. Greenwald took second for $1,000, and his brother, Trevor Greenwald, won $500 for third. Travis Kovach and Eric Doely tied for fourth, and each took home $200.There was one minor injury. In the grudge match, Aaron Wilk was pinned in his car. Personnel from the Powell Volunteer Fire Department on hand used their hydraulic tools to free Wilk from his car. He was rushed to the hospital via ambulance, but Frank Winz, Lions Club treasurer, said he saw Wilk the next day at a grocery store. Wilk suffered a little whiplash, but “he's doing good,” Winz said.“It was a good derby,” Winz added.The grandstands were packed, and those who cheered on the drivers can rest assured, the Lions Club will sponsor another derby at the fair next year.

It was the final round of Saturday's Demolition Derby at the Park County Fair.

Cars, already ground through the wringer from qualifying in five other heats, took to the mud with screaming motors and wailing transmissions.

The previous heats were crazed bouts of smashing steel and gushing exhaust, but nothing compared to the final feud. The drivers took to the pit, eager for blood, circling their cars, smashing. Accelerators stuck wide open, engines screaming like banshees.

Trevor Greenwald races his mangled station wagon round and round, steam and boiling oil pouring from beneath his crumpled hood. Bam, he takes a hit, gives out more.

Once street-legal cars now resemble crumpled steel on wheels, their drivers circling, looking for weakness in their prey — other cars.

The winner won't be the hottest car. The winner will be the last car with a driver who, by strategy, toughness and luck, can still limp his wheels across the arena and smack other cars.

Freddie Zier dishes out a few hits, while sparks strike the ground like incandescent bullets from his engine block.

Crunch, like the sound of 100 full beer cans slammed on a sidewalk, the cars collide. Stalled cars, dead in the arena, resemble miss-colored, misshapen metallic corpses. The remaining drivers orbit, striking like beat-up Robo Boxers.

Finally, only two remain.

Trent Greenwald, his front end like a gapping accordion, spins mud and slugs Shannon Brewer out of the way.

But Brewer is not down for the count. Brewer delivers Greenwald three wicked blows, backing up each time to smash his opponent.

Like a dazed boxer, Greenwald's car seems to shake-off its stupor to roar across the field.

Like bygone Romans cheering gladiators, the crowd screams; they're thrilled by the cars and drivers' tenacity and audacity.

The guys slug it out with fists made of contorted steel. Billowing smelly burning oil and antifreeze.

Brewer stalls.

Brewer is like a sitting duck, and Greenwald comes in for the kill with a couple teeth-rattling rams, but it is almost in slow motion. Greenwald's 1965 Chrysler Imperial is on its last legs (wheels), barely able to move.

Ironically, Brewer drives the same make and year.

Somehow, Brewer gets his old car rolling. The crowd screams, and Brewer slips away, cuts the wheel, slinging mud, and rams Greenwald while in reverse. Once, twice: Bam, Bam!

Greenwald limps away, smoke filling the interior like an evil stinking cloud.

Like punch-drunk boxers in the 18th round, the drivers hammer away at each other. Their cars barely move — transmissions slipping, radiators billowing steam.

But neither the old cars nor their industrial-strength drivers admit defeat.

Like a bar of buckled tin, Greenwald's car takes its final hits. Brewer is tapping Greenwald in slow motion. His old car barely runs.

Brewer ground his way to the first-place finish with a $1,500 purse. Greenwald took second for $1,000, and his brother, Trevor Greenwald, won $500 for third. Travis Kovach and Eric Doely tied for fourth, and each took home $200.

There was one minor injury. In the grudge match, Aaron Wilk was pinned in his car. Personnel from the Powell Volunteer Fire Department on hand used their hydraulic tools to free Wilk from his car. He was rushed to the hospital via ambulance, but Frank Winz, Lions Club treasurer, said he saw Wilk the next day at a grocery store.

Wilk suffered a little whiplash, but “he's doing good,” Winz said.

“It was a good derby,” Winz added.

The grandstands were packed, and those who cheered on the drivers can rest assured, the Lions Club will sponsor another derby at the fair next year.