The scene slowly opens to a bar somewhere in America . Patrons gather in as the bartender picks up the remote control and points it towards the huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall. As the TV comes to life you see the image of an old wrestler standing in front of an old wrestling logo. The wrestler looks up and stares into the screen.
Wrestler: “This isn’t the beginning of the end…yet the end of the beginning…”
Suddenly you can hear the dragging drums and samples of Smashing Pumpkins’ “The Beginning IS The End Is The Beginning”.
' Send a heartbeat to…'
Project X is shown in the back pacing back and forth somewhere in a dark corner of the arena.
' The void that cries through you…'
The M.O.A is shown rushing the ring as the fans react to them.
‘ Relive the pictures that have come to pass…'
Nightmare and El Rey are shown warming up in the dressing room as a picture of them wearing the PWA Tag Team straps is hanging in the mirror.
' For now we stand alone…'
The song picks up, the camera returns to normal, and a steady drumbeat plays. Letters slowly begin to display themselves on the black screen.
' The world is lost and blown…'
The letters crumble away to the image of Viktor Stone leaving the ring, his hands bloody holding the TV Championship.
' And we are flesh and blood disintegrate…'
Nightmare and Ledge are shown grinning from behind the entrance curtains.
' With no more to hate…'
Bennett: We're not wasting any time here tonight, Rayne. I guess Chamelion figured if he wasn't in the main event, he was going to steal the show from the get go!
Chamelion vs. Riona Langly
The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the ADCTron. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the backstage steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his face…. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…
Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss
Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song continues.
Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 245lbs, and is a former PWA World Champion. He is the former owner, former boss and former over all controller of the PWA. He hails from Las Vegas , Nevada and the Most Devious SOB in the business today…. I give you… CHAMELION!!!!
Know I'm lacking - Back tracking
Where I met you - Pistol packing
Itchy finger - Trigger-happy
Try to trap me - Bad rap
He stops at the bottom and looks up into the ring at his brother, Raizzor. Chamelion turns and walks to the steel steps and climbs them.
Wire tap me - Back stab me
Break the faith - Fall from grace
Tell me lies - Time flies
Close your eyes - Come with me.
He then stands there, outside the ring and raises his fists to the sky. Pyros explode in the rafters as Chamelion walks the apron to the middle and steps
through the ropes. He heads straight to the other side and climbs the turnbuckles and again raises his fists and the crowd responds loudly, jeering and
booing him, which makes him smile.. Jumping down, Chamelion shoots straight kitty corner and repeats his playing to the crowd. Back on the canvas, Chamelion
turns, faces the entrance ramp and smiles wickedly… his music fading and the roar of the crowd taking over.
Chamelion asks for the mic from Emerson, as his music dies down he taps the mic once and turns towards the crowd. He grins and taps the belt on his shoulder.
Chamelion: Now this is truly a fine place to be!
The crowd reacts with mixed emotions.
Chamelion: Yeah, I know. Some of you are not too happy with how I claimed the World Title, and I admit I don’t blame you.
Chamelion: Fact is, I meant it when I said McNasty earned his place as World Champion, but the man just didn’t know when to shut up and stop rubbing me the wrong way. I took advantage of the situation as it was presented and like it or not, I am your PWA World Champion!
More mixed reactions, leaning a touch more towards the jeers then cheers.
Chamelion: I mean, what else did you expect? Last time I faced McNasty I whipped his ass too, to claim the final BWF World Championship and this was just icing on the cake. Heck, I think I even heard a couple of claps from Robinson for shutting down McNasty once and for all, but that could just be my imagination.
Chamelion: But that’s neither here or there, as they say. What I’m out here to address is my opponent Riona Langly. On the night I captured the World Title, she managed to topple Jamie Flynn and earn the IC championship in a grueling ladder match. I must say I was impressed with her abilities, but it still doesn’t mean I wanted to get this close to her. I mean, what if I get the virus too!?
He shrugs, moving on as if the joke didn’t matter.
Chamelion: Ok, enough of the humor here. Riona, what you accomplished last week was impressive, no doubt. I also understand you may not be in the best shape for this match and I understand. The problem is, I don’t really care. When the bell rings, I know you’re going to do whatever it takes to win, and so am I. If I have to focus on the areas that hurt the most on you, I will. It’s as simple as that.
Leaning against the turnbuckle, he faces the crowd, resting his chest against the top corner padding.
Chamelion: I watched and I tore apart your match with Flynn, studied your moves and your reactions and I think I have you well scouted. I know what parts to focus on, and how to really wear you down. Aside from the joke, I’m not worried about getting down and dirty and doing whatever it takes to put you down for three. Far from it, as I truly respect the person you are and the talent you possess, which is why I must overcome the ‘odds’ as it were and find a way to have my hand raised when this match ends.
Chamelion: You’ve proven yourself, that much is certain. Two Grizzly Beer Title Reigns and almost immediately afterwards capturing the IC title. Nicely done, but had I not had the restrictions placed on me, perhaps I would be in just as good a position as you are, without having to resort to the tactics of last week.
Chamelion: Understand this, I’m man enough to admit I have to earn my spot here, and Riona; a win over you will go a long way in that regard. Consider it a personal endeavor that has nothing to do with you, per say, just the spot you are in as my opponent. I’m not out to regain the favor of the fans either; they will cheer or boo me of their own accord, but I gotta know, for myself, that when the bell rings tonight I’ve satisfied my own questions.
Chamelion: Now don’t take this the wrong way, Riona, as I am not really trying to look past you; but in a few short weeks, there’s another PPV coming and I wonder if Viktor is going to get the spot, or someone else… who would be good to face at the PPV and defend this coveted title against? Who, truly, is worthy to get the spotlight from the talent we have backstage… I think, maybe……
Suddenly, "Nutshell" by Alice in Chains hits the sound system, it's mid-song and Matthew Engel comes from backstage. He brings out a lot of boos and cheers. He has a microphone in his hand, and he's got his ring attire on for the night.
Bennett: Looks like Matthew Engel wants to share a few words with the World Champ and President!
Rayne: I don't know if this is a smart idea on Matt's part.
Bennett: No, certainly isn't. Interrupting the President is never a good idea.
Engel tries to hush the crowd. They calm down a moment, and he speaks.
Matthew Engel: That's funny, Mark. You're quite the comedian, but I would work on your punch lines a little bit more. Especially the part where you think you're going to defend the World Title at the pay-per-view.
Chamelion has his Cheshire Grim, exuding his confidence.
Matthew Engel: See, it doesn't sit well with me that I've missed out twice on that World Title. The first time, I was screwed. The second time, I was beaten. I understand that, but there's no way I'm going back down the ladder. And there's no way I'm going to sit here and do nothing while our esteemed President tries to reign as World Champion.
Chamelion lifts up his hand and stops Engel.
Chamelion: Tries? Now who’s the comedian, Kiddo? History and experience suggests I do a lot more then ‘try’ when I defend this title. You admit you got beaten in the center of the ring, and I admit that the match at Manitoba Mayhem was not the most… honest match of my career. Fact is, and you can go look it up; is that there was no one left to face McNasty that night, and I am listed on the roster as active. So, yeah, I was devious; it’s expected of me, but now that I hold this World Championship, I plan to earn my place!
He pauses a second, grinning still.
Chamelion: As for your two attempts, I think that’s more then enough tries this time around for going for a belt you obviously are just a touch too short to reach!
Engel chuckles a bit.
Matthew Engel: Is that so?
Engel rubs his goatee a bit.
Matthew Engel: Put it on the line next week, Mark. You and me, whatever match you want... you want to try to earn your place? How about you fight some of the men who have spent the last nine months climbing the ladder. Start with me, and I assure you.. the third time's a charm.
Chamelion: Did nothing I just say sink in, Engel? You had two chances, you blew each one. If I just up and accepted your challenge like this, what stops the next man to come out and say “give me a shot!? Putting me in the spot to either accept or look like I can’t back up my words? It’s a over used tactic, Engel… so, before I respond; exactly why SHOULD I accept?
Matt pauses for a moment, and Chamelion's grin is ear to ear.
Matthew Engel: Once again you prove you're the true comedian between us. What's funny is that you admit to your match at Manitoba with McNasty being dishonest and you want to prove you should hold that title, and when someone wants to test you, you back down and simply refuse. I gained a lot of respect for Mark for calling me out and giving me everything he got. That's a true champion. You? No Mark, you need to ask yourself "Why shouldn't you accept?" Two tries and I've come up short, but there's no doubt I'm still one of the best PWA superstars you've got. Don't preach about how great you are and how you're going to earn your place and then turn around and deny an opportunity to actually prove it.
Chamelion continues to grin, as if the challenge falls away like drops of water, and he raises the mic.
Chamelion: See, that’s what I wanted to hear; not just the “I want a shot, give it to me!’ but some actual well thought out reasons. Yeah, it’s true I want to prove my spot, but don’t get that confused with caring what others think, this is for my own self indulgence. I already know I could have beaten McNasty even with him getting proper preparation. Did it before, so why not again? As for you? One of my best superstars? Sure, I can admit to that too. The problem I have is you came out of Manitoba Mayhem on the losing side, AGAIN! And you want to get pushed way up to the World Title with out so much as earning it?
Engel goes to speak, but Chamelion cuts him off.
Chamelion: Not done, kiddo! I like your passion, I do. I don’t like the whole M.o.A. thing you had going, but meh, I can cope. So, ya know, I’ll give you what you want; a shot next week for my world title… as for the type of match? I’ll get back to you on that in a day or so… but again, don’t get it confused with you goading me into something I don’t wanna do… if you remember me, I’m the only man in PWA History who demanded to defend weekly, and this just goes with my character.. so, I’ll see you in a week… right now, I have to deal with the woman who stole your nickname. GOT IT?”
Matthew Engel: Don't forget your popcorn, Mark. It's gonna be a hell of a show.
Engel drops the mic as the crowd erupts for the scheduled match next week. He keeps his focus on Chamelion for a few seconds, then disappears backstage.
Chamelion shrugs his shoulders.
Chamelion: I know I’m good, but not good enough to munch on popcorn while fighting.
He winks and the crowd responds positively as he passes the mic back to Emerson who finally gets to announce Chamelion’s opponent, Riona.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall...
A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the
arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and
death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning,
the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming
back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.
### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###
The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....
### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###
As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front
hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.
Eric Emerson: "Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds..."
### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###
The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her
arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as
a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would
be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers
to switch back to blue.
### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###
Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little
Eric Emerson: "She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania , the new PWA Intercontinental Champion and is the Celestial Trigger..."
### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###
Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance
ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards
the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets
through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before
walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three
turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.
Eric Emerson: "RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!"
### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###
She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.
Rayne: Riona would normally look very good, but after that ladder match, not so much. But it does look great to have a new IC champion.
Bennett: It was one hell of a match, perhaps Match of the Year.
The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the ADCTron. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the backstage
steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his face…. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…
Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss
Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song continues.
Bennett: Chamelion isn't going to have an easy road, no matter how Riona feels.
Rayne: No match with Riona is easy, she will fight to the death.
Bennett: And nearly did.
The lights in the arena suddenly flicker, and then die entirely, save for the glow emitted by the ADC-Tron. Static fills the Tron as the fans hush, confused.
Bennett: Wha...what's going on here?
The static turns to a picture of the PWA logo. The lights begin to slowly come back on, one by one, but then die out again with a quick flicker. The PWA logo placed upon the ADC-Tron catches fire and drops off-screen, replaced by the silhouette of a man, a woman...a silhouette of a PERSON.
Bennett: Who's this?!
The person's head is hung, rising slowly, their features never clear. A voice comes over the PA system, distorted and low.
Voice: These past few month have been excruciating. What was once a company that promised the best athletes that this sport has to offer has degraded into one where politics overshadow any ounce of competition that may actually be left. There is a great cleansing on its way to the Pioneer Wrestling Association. Fear not, for rapture is nearing.
Static hides the cut on the ADC-Tron to the man's eyes - hidden behind all-white contact lenses, the colors of the screen switching off from normal to inverted - before static fills the Tron again. The lights return to normal, and the ADC-Tron re-focuses itself on the images of Riona and Chamelion standing in the ring, looking up the ramp and then around the audience before turning back to each other.
Chamelion and Riona meet in the middle of the ring, they face off at each other. As they go in to lock up, Chamelion hits two quick jabs on the injured ribs of Riona. She doubles over in pain and clutches at her ribs. Chamelion delivers a sweeping kick to the back of Riona's knees and she hits the mat on her knees. Chamelion locks in a side headlock, but Riona is back up on her feet and fighting through the pain. She pushes into the ropes and sends Chamelion across the ring to the opposite side ropes. As Chamelion bounces back, Riona meets him with a perfectly executed swinging neckbreaker.
Bennett: Riona fighting through the pain here.
Rayne: She is a tough old bird, gotta give her that.
Rioona goes for the pin on Chamelion.
ONE! TWO! --Chamelion quickly gets the shoulder up after an obvious fast count. riona and Chamelion look up at the ref, a look of perplexion etched on their face. Riona is first to recover and she picks up Chamelion, to his feet. Chamelion, ever the oppurtunist, delivers another series of quick jabs to the injured ribs. Fighting through the pain of the jabs, Riona delivers Chamelion to the mat with a spike DDT.
Bennett: After an obvious quick count, Riona fights through the pain.
Rayne: Huh? Quick count?
Riona hooks the leg of Chamelion, if the ref wants to count quickly, she will use it to her advantage.
ONE! TWO! THR-- Chamelion kicks out quickly, knowing it was going to be one of those nights. Both Chamelion and Riona are up and facing each other. The finally tie up in the collar and elbow tie up, Riona sweeping Chamelion's legs out from under him. Riona falls on Chamelion in the mounted MMA style and begins placing right and left hands into his face. The ref stands there watching as Riona uses hard closed fists to the face of Chamelion; Chamelion, on the other hand, is doing everything in his power to prevent the onslaught.
Bennett: Riona is in complete control here.
Rayne: Yes she is, and shows no signs of letting up.
Chamelion with a quick jab to the ribs followed by a jab to the eye of Riona. The ref gets into the action and admonishes Chamelion for using dirty tactics, Riona takes this chance to gain a breather and hold her ribs gingerly.
Bennett: Something familiar looking about that ref.
Rayne: Striped zebra shirts, what else stands out?
Chamelion kips up to his feet and Riona charges her opponent with a clothesline. She modifies the move at the last instant with a 3/4 neckbreaker to Chamelion the force of the blow causes Chamelion to nearly sit straight back up. Riona is back on her feet and delivers a standing dropkick to the shoulderblades of Chamelion; his face nearly touches the mat. She covers again.
ONE! TWO! THR-- another quick count and another close call for the World Champ. Chamelion rears back and with all the force he can manage from a prone position plants a right fist into Riona's ribs. Riona grabs her ribs and rolls off clutching and gritting her teeth with the pain. Chamelion is up and in the ref's face, he is pointing the index finger into the ref's face, but the ref just stands there. Riona sees this and gritting her teeth, gets Chamelion in a backslide pin.
ONE! TWO! THR-- No, Chamelion manages to kick out once again.
Bennett: I think that count was faster than any of the others, if that is possible.
Rayne: Smart by Riona there to try and sneak in another pin attempt.
Chamelion is up and Riona is charging with a clothesline. Chamelion jumps landing behind Riona with a full nelson body scissor combination; his legs wrapped around the injured ribs of Riona. He flexes his legs and the pain in her ribs is evident on her face, but she does not submit. She falls down to her knee and it is obvious that only Chamelion is holding up the two of them with his feet on the front of her body. The ref, has no choice, but to hold up her arms. They fall.
Lifts the arm up again.
He holds up the arm one last time and it falls, but he stops the arm from falling all the way and insists that the match must continue. Chamelion has had enough, he lets Riona go and starts yelling at the referee. Chamelion yells at the referee long enough to allow Riona to regain her feet; she nails Chamelion with a reverse DDT. She covers for the pin.
ONE! TWO@! THRE-- No! Chamelion manages to roll his shoulder up right before the hand slapped the mat a third time.
Bennett: Fastest count yet.
Rayne: But one hell of a match.
Riona is up with a knee drop to Chamelion, up again and delivers a boot stomp; Chamelion grabs her ankle and flips her down. Chamelion is up delivering a baseball slide to Riona's ribs. He lifts Riona up into a modified backbreaker, that he turns into a rib breaker. Chamelion locks the IC champion into an abdominal stretch, making sure to deliver a rapid fire elbow and fist combination to the injured ribs. The ref is over and forces Chamelion to break the hold. Riona is up and stumbling around a little; Sweet Sound of Success to her ribcage, not her chin. A little blood spray comes out of Riona's mouth as Chamelion's boot connects with her ribs. He hooks Riona up in the sharpshooter and Riona quickly passes out from the pain, a small pool of blood around the opening of her mouth. The ref has no choice but to stop the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Eric Emerson: Winner as a result of disqualification... Riona Langly!
Rayne: Winner as a result of...
Bennett: I heard him.
Rayne: Then why did you say what?
Bennett: Just shut up!
Chamelion is up to his feet and screaming, redfaced, at the referee.
Jamie Flynn vs. Duff Côte d'Ivoire
Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is a non title matchup.
Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington...
The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...
Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.
Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around
You must have been... high
You must have been... high
Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...
As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark
Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to the ring.
Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,
You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high
Eric Emerson: JAMIE FLYNN!!
He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing his hands high into the air
and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!
Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where he stretches
out a few last-minute kinks and waits for the match to begin.
Bennett: It sure looks weird for Jamie to not have the title.
Rayne: But it was time for a new champion, Riona deserves it.
Bennett: Jamie appears to be lost without a title.
Rayne: He will have another soon enough, he is just that good.
[An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside
of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After
about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's growling vocals.]
--Our father, thy will be done!--
[The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights surrounding
the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from the back wearing long, black leather jacket. Beneath this, he wears a black
tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. the newly won Grizzly Beer title around his waist.]
--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--
[He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy grin.]
--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--
Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion
Duff Côte d'Ivoiiire!
[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd
from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing a barrage of jeers at him as he laughs at their discontent.]
--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--
[Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for his opponent's entrance.]
Bennett: Duff with that newly won belt, three of the five belts changed hands at Manitoba Mayhem.
Rayne: You just now realizing that?
These two superstars meet in the middle of the ring, but Duff changes tactics and begins charging at Jamie, who has prepared for the traditional collar and elbow tie up. Jamie quickly leap frogs over the charging Duff, spinning around and delivering a dropkick to Duff's back. Duff, who was taken off guard by the sudden change, hits chest first into the corner. He stumbles backwards out of the corner Jamie springboards from the middle rope with a neckbreaker to Duff, who is now on the mat. Jamie is up and leaning on the ropes, winded already from the small series of moves.
Bennett: Jamie possibly still sore from his ladder match.
Rayne: He definitely still has the scars to prove it.
Duff spins on his back and delivers a double foot kick to Jamie's chest, the move pushes Jamie into the ropes and Duff is up quickly taking Jamie down to the mat with an armbar.
Rayne: Duff taking no time in attacking the weakened left arm of Jamie.
Bennett: Smart move to exploit the weakness of your opponents.
Jamie is quickly back to his feet, the armbar seeming to have no effect, but the expression of pain on his face states otherwise. Duff behind Jamie with a wristlock, wrenching the hold. Duff grins as he pulls the wrist upwards making the shoulder torque in ways that it shouldn't. Jamie aims a backfist into Duff's face, but the Grizzly Beer champion saw that one coming and quickly ducks out of the way. He adds, if possible, even more torque to the hold. Back elbow smash by Jamie, but Duff again ducks out of the way. Duff, tired of ducking thedesperation moves from Flynn, turns hiswristlock into an armbar driving Jamie to the mat. Duff lifts a knee as Jamie falls and the exposed shoulder falls across the lifted knee. Picking up the former IC champion, Duff lifts him up for a piledriver, but nails Jamie with a shoulderbreaker instead, and Jamie appears to be in enormous amounts of pain. Jamie is then picked up again in the same position, but counters the hold. Jamie locks his feet behind Duff's neck and brings him over with a desperation hurricanrana type maneuver. Jamie lays on the mat, he is breathing very heavily and holding his left shoulder.
Rayne: Duff already back to his feet, now waiting on Jamie to reach his.
Bennett: Even though both competitors had a difficult match, don't count out Jamie yet.
Duff charges at Jamie who counters the charge with a spinning DDT and Duff lands sprawling on the mat and subsequently out of the ring. Jamie is up and hitting the opposite side ring ropes, he comes back and grabs the top rope using it for leverage, he dives over the top rope with a plancha to Duff on the outside. Duff who watched the move, could do nothing as Jamie came flying over the top and now they both lay on the outside breathing heavily. Jamie, somehow, kips up to his feet and grabs Duff. He takes the man's wrist in his right hand and whips him into the nearby announce table.
Bennett: Woh, up close action.
Rayne: It needs to stay in the ring, Jamie get it in the ring.
Jamie pays no attention as Duff is laying over the edge of the table and Jamie is up and diving from the ring apron with a body splash. Duff doesn't have the energy to remain standing and falls to the floor and Jamie is unfortunate enough to connect with nothing but the table; he lays there panting. Duff is up grabbing the wrist of Jamie, using it to whip him injured shoulder first into the ring post. Duff rolls into the ring to stop the count by the referee, then rolls back out. Grabbing the same wrist again, he whips Jamie repeatedly into the corner post, injured shoulder first.
Rayne: Duff on a road here, a road of pain.
Bennett: He has whipped Jamie into that post about eight times.
Rayne: And he is going for number nine.
Duff whips Jamie into the post again, but Jamie grabs the post with his injured left side and whips around delivering a well placed boot to Duff's face, the move causes Duff to stumble backwards. Jamie rolls into and back out of the ring, in order to break the count. Jamie is up on the apron and diving with an extended right forearm shot to the forehead of Duff. The diving forearm shot has busted Duff open, from where Jethro drug his face across the barbed wire. Grabbing the wrist of Duff, Jamie whips Duff into the metal post.
Bennett: Duff busted open and bleeding heavily.
Rayne: Blood is every as it drips down his face... slowly.
The back of Duff's head connects with the metal ring post and he stumbles back out right into a standing dropkick from Jamie. Jamie, once again, rolling into and out of the ring. Jamie lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a steel chair, he hefts it in his right hand.
Rayne: Jamie, that is Duff not Riona!
Bennett: No one can get to him now, he is only seeing Riona Langly.
Jamie swings the chair expertly, but Duff manages to duck the arching blow. He delivers a rapid succession of rabbit punches to Jamie's midsection, causing Jamie to drop the chair. From the force of the quick blows, Jamie doubles over. Duff takes the oppurtunity to smash the steel chair across the back of Jamie. Jamie is down to one knee and Duff looks at the ailing man. He lowers the chair from another blow, but grins and swings with a swinging uppercut to Jamie's face. The force of the blow causes Jamie to fly backwards and land on his back, Duff rolls into the ring.
Bennett: That saddistic son of a bitch!
Rayne: Temper temper Mr. Bennett.
Inside the ring, the ref is warning Duff about the use of weapons, he has his back to the outside. Jamie has gained his knees and sees an opening. He reaches in and pulls the legs out from under Duff. Taking the right leg of Duff, he slams the kneecap into the edge of the ring apron, once, twice, and a final third time. Jamie looks around, still seeming to be seeing Riona, and spots the steel chair. He lifts it high up over his head and brings it down with force on the back of Duff's knee. Duff is in pain, if his yell of agony is any indication and his legs still remain over the ring apron. Jamie climbs up on top of the announce table.
Bennett: Jamie, d on't do it!
Rayne: You'll break his legs.
Jamie dives connecting with the legs of Duff with a body splash; Duff screams in pain and draws his legs into the ring by crawling forward. Jamie is up on the ring apron as Duff manages to stand on his wobbly legs. Jamie dives with a sunset flip into a pin.
ONE! TWO!--Duff kicks out at the last second.
Bennett: Jamie a man on a mission here.
Rayne: Talk about being saddistic. Duff just won a title, give him a little leeway.
Duff is getting to his feet, once again, and Jamie charges with stiff forearm shots. Jamie lowers his body and delivers a shoulder block with his good shoulder, then whips Duff backwards into the corner. Springboarding off the middle rope, he delivers a scissor kick to Duff. Jamie climbs through the ropes and up to the top turnbuckle; he prepares for his finisher. Duff gains his feet, thanks in part to the nearness of the ropes, he turns around and Jamie dives.
Jamie nails the Suicide Devil's Plancha and makes the pin.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Eric Emerson: Winner of the match.. Jamie Flynn!
Bennett: He pulled it off, by God he pulled it off!
Rayne: Really? Couldn't tell.
Chamelion is walking backstage, gingerly, and heads for a door marked "President". He turns the handle, but the door won't open.
Chamelion: Oh, that's just great. I'm no mood for this. Someone wants to play a joke on me tonight, they're going to get more than they bargained for.
Chamelion makes his way around the backstage area, coming out to the entrance ramp and walking to the ring.
Chamelion: Ok, so who was it? Whoever locked me out of my office better get out here right now and give me a good reason not to fire them!
Lean Bean Miller races from backstage and runs in a sprint to the ring.
Chamelion: Lean Bean? Really? Why the hell did you mess with my office?
Lean Bean: *out of breath* Didn't...lock...office.
Lean Bean holds out an envelope to Chamelion, who takes it, opens it, and reads it.
Chamelion: What kind of joke is this?
Lean Bean: It isn't a joke. The Board of Directors had that delivered here right before your match.
Chamelion: You know what, this isn't funny, Miller. Get out of my sight before I fire you.
Rayne: What are they talking about?
"Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith starts playing, interupting any further comments from Chamelion or Lean Bean Miller. Rob Robinson comes out, dressed in a dark suit, without a tie.
Rob Robinson: Actually, I don't think you're going to be firing anyone anytime soon, pal.
Chamelion: Rob, don't you have a radio show to be working on?
Rob Robinson: We'll be taking care of that later. Right now I've got some business to attend to. PWA business, actually. You see, I got a phone call about a week ago, a job offer. And being retired, well, I just had to take it.
Chamelion: So what, this is your goodbye speech?
Rob Robinson: Oh, not exactly. I'm going to be sticking around here for quite a while.
Chamelion: But you said you took that job offer.
Rob Robinson: Yeah, that's right. I just never said which job I was offered. To be specific, I was offered your job, Mark. Turns out, the Board wasn't too thrilled with you inserting yourself into the World title match at Manitoba Mayhem. You knew that you're not allowed to be the President and the World champion, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you? So, you made your choice and now the Board of Directors have made their choice.
Chamelion: No, you're up to something, Robinson!
Rob Robinson: That's almost always true, but I'm not making this up. You may call yourself the most devious SOB in the business, but you only got away with it because I was retired at the time.
The ring is clear and fans are eagerly waiting for the introductions to the next match. What they get.. is something nobody expected. The lights go out, and a logo flashes up on the screen. Its been a long time coming, but President Robinson is back. Now get the hell out of my ring so the show can continue!
"Back in the Saddle" starts again as Robinson leaves.
Rayne: Black Wind?
Bennett: I'm as clueless as you are, Rayne, and that's no easy task. I wonder what it is.
Rayne: Looks like we'll find out next month. For now, let's kick it over to Emerson for our next exciting match!
'Thank God I'm A Country Boy' blares through the arena and the crowd explodes for their favorite country redneck. Jethro walks with a purpose to the ring, but as angry as he seems, he still manages to shake a few of the younger fans' hands. He makes his way over to a ringside technician, getting a live microphone from him.
TAP TAP goes the microphone as Jethro slaps the live mic with his hand. Nodding, he rolls under the bottom rope and stands inside the middle of the ring, he is facing the entrance ramp.
The crowd pops appreciatively, it is a way to get a cheap pop, but most love Jethro and would cheer no matter what he had to say, cheap pop or not.
"As you can tell, I lost a little weight about a week ago."
Crowd boos at the thought of Duff winning the Grizzly Beer title, along with the boos the video clip of Duff walking out of the pig pen shows up on the screen. The crowd boos even more.
"Now now, Duff won the match fair and square."
The crowd begins to calm down, the boos dying away.
"But the thing is, I want a rematch and am not leaving this very ring until President Phoenix either walks or flies down here to grant me that shot."
The crowd is silent waiting to hear President Robinson's music over the sound system, but they are disappointed.
"President Phoenix, for one time in my life, this is no joke. I will stay out here all night through every match until you decide this is important enough to come down here and resolve."
[cut to President Robinson in his office in the Allen Fieldhouse]
President Robinson can be seen sitting there with a half empty bottle of Yoohoo on the desk and papers hap hazardly placed on his desk. There is a little tv sitting off to the side of his desk, but the unit is not turned on. The phone on his desk begins to ring as the sound of the crowd, although muffled, can be heard through the walls.
Rob Robinson: Yeah, what is it?
He nods, even though the person on the other end of the line can see him doing so. He reaches and turns on the little tv set. The image of Jethro standing in the ring comes to life on the tiny tube. President Robinson sighs.
Rob Robinson: I'll take care of it.
[back to Jethro inside the ring]
"President Phoenix, both the fans and myself are waiting and I don't really feel like waiting much longer."
"Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith blares through the arena and the crowd cheers, not for President Robinson, but for him finally coming out to answer Jethro's summons. He walks down to the ring, he doesn't appear to be too happy himself as he storms up the ringside steps.
Jethro: Bout time you decided to come out here.
President Robinson calmly walks over to Jethro and snatches the microphone out of his hand, he wipes the part you speak into on a hankerchief and speaks.
Rob Robinson: Jethro, you dumb hick. Do you not realize how much important paperwork I have to do? Is your skull that thick that you cannot get it through your head that I am busy? Can't be bothered with people wanting to fight for the Grizzly Beer title shot?
Jethro: I like that title.
Rob Robinson: You like the beer and everyone knows it, you are fooling no one.
Jethro: Is there a problem with that?
Rob Robinson: No, but for your information, it is President Robinson for the current period of time. Do you got that or must I write it on a sticky note and super glue it to the back of your eyelids?
Jethro looks frustrated and getting hot under the collar.
Jethro: I got you Pres I DENT Rob in son. What about my Grizzly Beer title shot?
Rob Robinson: You know Jethro you lost the title on your first defense. That isn't too good, in fact makes you look alot like a paper champion. Jethro, something I am trying to build up in this company as President is roster size. I want tons of people, tons of wrestlers to be in here.
Jethro: What is your point? I want my entitled rematch.
Rob Robinson: In fact Jethro, in your contract, only under certain circumstances, are you granted title shots. But you are right, you do deserve some sort of title shot. But what title do you deserve?
Robinson looks Jethro up and down; eyeing him suspiciously.
Rob Robinson: Not the Grizzly Beer title, I mean a Hog Sloppin' match, tacky.
The crowd cheers at the match that Jethro had with Duff.
Rob Robinson: Seems that these fans are as thick as you, I said definitely not a Grizzly Beer title shot. What is it about you farming folk, too many hours on a tractor? Mule kick you one too many times in the temple?
Again, he looks at Jethro.
Rob Robinson: Possibly TV title, but...
He hesitates and the fans erupts in cheers, they remember the stipulation.
Robinson, but I like Viktor and you aren't getting that shot. Not that you could beat him, but because he doesn't need to dirty his hands with the likes of you.
Jethro's face is getting redder by the moment as he listens to President Robinson.
Rob Robinson: With a wrestler of your caliber, definitely not a World Heavyweight title shot, you are decent, but just that decent. No more and maybe even a little less.
Jethro lunges at President Robinson, but stops himself short.
Rob Robinson: Touch me and you get no shot, but if no Heavyweight shot, no TV title shot, and no Grizzly Beer shot, that leaves only Riona's Intercontinental title and...
The President's eyes light up, he has found the answer.
Rob Robinson: That is it, Jethro you will team up with someone for a shot at the tag team gold here in PWA. Nightmare and El Rey have held the titles far too long and I will give you an oppurtunity to take the titles away from them. Even one better, you pick your partner and we shall see. So, Jethro, you have about ten seconds to pick a partner or the shot is out of the window.
Jethro without hesitating grabs the mic back and shots into the mic.
Jethro: Jamie Flynn!
The crowd's cheers nearly blow the roof off of the Allen Fieldhouse building. Robinson is stunned and the posture of his body shows as much.
Rob Robinson: If he agrees, then nevermind. I told you to pick the partner, fine Jethro Jamie Flynn is your partner.
"Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith plays through the speakers as President Robinson turns and climbing through the ropes and heads to the back. Jethro stands in the ring and we go to commercial.
Jethro Hayes vs Matthew Engel
Eric Emerson: Jethro Hayes is already in the ring, introducing his opponent, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda ...
"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs are simple to begin the song, but they speak volumes. The crowd is a little confused.
Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...
The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home
Eric Emerson:...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...
Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way. Cantrell's guitar becomes amplified, as the song sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's. Silver and Green Pyros shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is alone.
Eric Emerson: He is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon... he is "THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead
Matthew Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song comes near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He begins to stretch in the ring.
Bennett: I've gotta say, Hayes is probably totally outclassed here.
Rayne: I agree 100%. Engel is the guy that should be the World champion right now and the highlight of Hayes' career is a hog slop match.
The two men lock up and Engel is powered backwards into a corner. The referee forces a break and doesn't see Engle poke Hayes in the eyes. Engel hops up on the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a missile dropkick, taking Hayes down. Suddenly, "Come With Me" starts to play and Chamelion's entrance video plays on the PWA-Tron. Engel faces the entrance ramp, waiting for Chamelion. Jethro Hayes comes up from behind with a school boy roll up.
Rayne: Jethro Hayes just pulled the biggest upset since Scottie Snow got a PPV win!
Bennett: Engel has bigger fish to fry, there's no doubt about that and it was too quick to disregard the redneck wrassler!
Viktor Stone vs Showtime
Television Title Match
The arena lights dim as indigo stage lights face toward the entrance... The music starts softly with a bell noise.
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never follow you
I would never bother you
Never speak the word again
I would crawl away for you
Eric Emerson: Introducing first…weighing in a 220 pounds…
I would stay away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Marcus steps out onto the stage. He takes a deep inhale letting the world rest on his shoulders. He's wearing tights that go past his knees and low cut shoes. On his body is on old school blue PWA shirt. He looks straight at the ring and begins and medium pace walk down the aisle. He doesn't touch any of the fans hands as he comes down, but he knows they are there.
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Lets talk about someone else
Stinging silver begins to melt
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it come to this
Eric Emerson: He hails from Marina Del Rey, California... he is MARCUS “SHOWTIME” AMBROSE!!!!
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail....
Marcus gets into the ring, throws his shirt into the crowd, takes his hair and combs it behind his ears with his hands, and exhales.
Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...
A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.
"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT...
Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena. On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.
Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck
Eric Emerson: He is the reigning PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION…VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!
Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.
Bennett: Now I’m wondering if Stone loses this match, does that mean he loses his World title shot?
Rayne: Good question, and I for one wouldn’t want to be the front office if that is the case.
Showtime gets in the face of Stone, as Stone steps up and nods, as Showtime jacks his jaws a bit. Stone nods at The ref who explains the rules, and then holds the PWA Television Title above his head. He pats both men down, and calls for the bell.
Stone and Showtime step up to one another now, as Showtime flaps his gums a little bit more and then goes for a big right hand, but Stone ducks and drills him with a couple left handed jabs and a big right hook. Stone throws Showtime to the ropes, but Showtime ducks a clothesline and goes for a rear waist lock. Showtime clubs Stone over the back with a forearm shots and goes for a German Suplex, but Viktor lands on his feet and applies a rear waistlock of his own. Showtime isn’t having it however as he hits Stone with a couple hard elbows to the jaw. Viktor maintains his grip however, as Showtime throws another elbow, Stone ducks and spins Marcus into a front face grapple and while holding the grapple hits a couple hard knees to the chest of Showtime. The two men struggle back and forth as Showtime attempts to throw Stone to the ropes, but Stone counters the Irish Whip. Showtime bounces back as Stone drops low and Showtime jumps over and hits the opposite ropes. Showtime bounces back again as Stone leap frogs him. Before Stone can turn around Showtime grabs him and spins him around kicking him hard in the gut. Showtime jumps back and executes a sunset flip now, but as he takes Viktor over, he rolls through and attempts a sharpshooter! Stone isn’t having it and rolls Marcus up in a small package! The ref counts… 1…2…KICK OUT! Both men get back to their feet and stare at each other as Showtime nods and Stone grins and makes a motion with his hand like “this close”.
Bennett: What an exchange between these two competitors! This one is truly going to be something.
Rayne: Not if we get another one of those, I thought that was it with that quick roll up.
Bennett: It was close, but I have to believe that Showtime wouldn’t go out like that.
Showtime and Stone stretch for a moment and lock up center ring yet again. Showtime has a slight size advantage as the two men struggle back and forth and jockey for position. Showtime forces Stone back into the corner, and looks to be giving a clean break, but then hits him with a hard overhand chop to the chest. Stone grabs his chest as a large red hand print is clearly present. Stone grabs Showtime now and quickly throws him into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops in rapid fire succession. Showtime is feeling it now, as Stone catches him coming out of the corner with a spinebuster, and follows it up with an elbow to the leg and a leg lock.
Bennett: Chain Wrestling, Stone has shown that he is a master of the mat when called upon, and it’s moves that you can follow up with a series of others that really give you the edge in high profile match like this.
Rayne: Marcus Ambrose is no push over, and he has established himself as not only one of the most successful wrestlers in PWA and in wrestling, but one of the most technically sound.
Stone continues to work the leg of Showtime now, as Showtime claws at the face of the Champion. Stone hits a hard left handed shot to the sternum of Showtime that causes him to break the clutch on his face. Stone stands up now maintaining the leg lock, as he turns it into an Indian Death Lock, but Showtime rolls into the ropes, causing the hold to be broken. Stone pulls Showtime back up, and they lock up center ring now, as they again try to go back and forth with power. Showtime gets the early advantage here as he begins to power the champion down, causing him to maintain his stance, but bow backwards. The motion is slow, as the strain on the faces of both men is evident. Stone is almost completely bent down, as he begins to power back, and a rumbling can be heard as scattered groups of Stone supporters are cheering him on. Stone begins working himself back up to a completely standing position, much to the dislike of one Marcus Ambrose. Showtime, his bright red now, as Stone and him are standing straight up, but now it apparently is Showtime’s turn, as he is showing signs of fatigue.
Bennett: Stone coming back and showing some power, as he has been doing some heavy training for this night.
Rayne: Stone is showing why he has held on to the title, but Showtime is going to be taken, that easy. Stone is going to have to do more than bend him backwards.
Stone has Showtime in a bad way now, as he is struggling to win this test of strength and wills, but Showtime’s section of support can be heard shaking the boards now, as Marcus begins coming back. Stone struggles as he shakes with adrenaline. Showtime slowly works himself back to a vertical base now, and shoves Stone back into the ropes and as he bounces back catches him with a kick to the gut and a swinging neck breaker! Showtime quickly floats that into a reverse chin lock and wrenches on the head and neck of the Champion.
Bennett: A great example of combination wrestling by Marcus Ambrose there as he pairs 3 or 4 moves together and keeps his opponent grounded.
Rayne: Told you Bennett, this isn’t gonna be a cakewalk.
Bennett: No one is saying that, I wouldn’t even begin to say that.
Showtime wrenches on the head of Stone, as Viktor pries at the hands of his attacker in an attempt to free himself from this prison. Stone after some brief struggling manages to loosen the hold slightly and get one of his knees under him and begins throwing some quick and stiff elbows, knocking some of the wind out of the challenger. Showtime relinquishes the hold now as he lifts Stone off the mat by his hair and quickly throws him to the ropes, Stone counters the irish whip however and catches Showtime coming back with a spinning powerslam! Shoulders on the mat.
Bennett: Stone almost retained right there.
Rayne: Almost only counts in horse shoes, hand grenades, and STD’s from a strange woman at your local tavern.
Bennett: Thank you Rayne, as usual your insight is priceless.
Rayne: That is why they pay me the big bucks.
Stone quickly lifts Showtime off the mat now but this time Showtime shoves him back and hits him with a big right hand. Stone staggers back a little stunned, but then puts his hands up. Showtime seems a little thrown off, but swings again, as Stone blocks and then throws a couple big shots to the body. Showtime realizes that punching isn’t the way to go with Viktor’s MMA abilities so as Stone throws another right hand, Showtime catches it and takes him over with a judo like throw and into a triangle choke! Stone is luckily in the ropes however, causing Marcus to be forced to break the move. Stone is getting to his feet as Showtime catches him with a running boot to the chest! Stone hits the ground the mat hard as Showtime climbs to the top rope.
Bennett: Looks like Showtime wants to show off some of that high flying offense.
Rayne: Don’t jinx it man! Come on!
Showtime braces himself as Stone is a good distance across the ring. Showtime looks around for a brief second and then leaps through the air, just to see Stone roll outside of the ring! Showtime hits the ground like a hefty bag full of vomit being thrown out of a balcony window. Showtime holds his ribs now as he flails around on the mat clearly in pain after coming up short on that high risk maneuver. Stone pulls Showtime part of the way out of the ring as he climbs up onto the ring apron. He takes a moment and looks around the ring as he hops over the top rope and plants an kneedrop into the chest into the challenger.
Bennett: Viktor takes to the air a bit, and drives a well placed knee into the heart of his opponent.
Rayne: That’s one way to break your opponent’s heart… no pun intended!
Stone goes for the cover but Showtime kicks out at 2 hard. Stone lifts Showtime off the mat now and Showtime swings and manages to connect with a big right that damn near turns Stone completely around. Showtime moves swiftly and drops Stone in a heap with a High Angle Dragon Suplex! Stone folds up like an accordion, as the fans erupt in appreciation for the high impact move. Showtime is quick to go for the pin now.
Bennett: Wow! I really surprised! I thought that after getting the wind knocked out of you liked that and being dumped on your head you would be toast!
Rayne: Hard hitting there, but Stone takes it…”The Beast” isn’t just a cute nickname.
Showtime seems a little surprised now as he lifts Stone up and takes him down with a German Suplex with a bridge, The ref counts again, but Stone kicks out after 2. Showtime again gets up and lifts Stone up, and this time he takes him down with a spinning belly to belly and locks on an arm bar. Viktor begins struggling with him now, as Showtime kicks him hard in the shoulder and then continues to wrench on the arm. Stone hollers out as he clutches at the hands of the challenger and tries to break his hold. Showtime cranks on the hold harder as the ref checks to see if Stone wants to tap. Stone shakes no, as Showtime continues to yank on the hold and grapevines the arm now, as he tries to force Viktor to give up.
Bennett: Stone needs to get off his back and break this hold. He needs to get back into this one ASAP if he wants to retain his title.
Rayne: In my opinion, Stone may have lost the mental edge to Showtime.
Bennett: I couldn’t disagree more; Stone is a constant pro and is rarely the type that succumbs to mind games.
Showtime attempts to tighten the hold now, but his hand slips a little which gives Stone a bit of leverage as he manages to turn his body slightly and uses his free arm to deliver a hard shot to the upper thigh of the challenger. Showtime winces as Stone hits him again, and again. Showtime finally breaks the hold now as Stone manages to get to his feet although he seems to be favoring that right arm a bit. Showtime stumbles to his feet and limps forward as Stone rushes in and goes for a lariat, but Showtime catches him with a jumping arm breaker!
Bennett: Back to that arm! Look at the pain on Stone’s face!
Rayne: Pick apart and go to town that is the way to go! It looks like Showtime is using Stone’s own motto against him.
Showtime locks in another arm bar, now, this time with Stone facing down. Stone writhes in pain, as he pounds the mat desperately looking for a way out. Stone begins inching his way to the rope now as Showtime tries to plant his weight and keep that from happening. Slowly, Stone moves, but Showtime pulls him back. The height advantage helping to contribute to holding Viktor where he stands.
Bennett: Stone has to be in utter agony.
Rayne: He would never admit it… damn pride.
The ref continues checking on Stone now, as Stone shakes no again. Stone continues to inch now, as Showtime again pulls him back to the center of the ring. Stone’s support group in the audience is stomping loudly now, trying to get their guy on the rally. Showtime attempts to pulls Stone back, but Stone uses the non settled weight to grab the bottom rope. Showtime slams his fist on the mat in anger now as Stone pulls himself up with his good arm. Showtime rushes in and kicks Stone in the air, and attempts a head and arm suplex. Stone shoves him off however and hits a running lariat. Showtime gets back to his feet in a hurry, as Stone hits another left handed clothesline. Showtime is down and back up again, as Showtime swing but, Stone ducks and hits a big back breaker! Showtime is down! Stone clutches his arm, as goes for the cover…
Bennett: These men are going back and forth, and they are really pulling it all out.
Rayne: So far we have had a really technically sound match…
Stone pulls himself up again now, as he pulls Showtime off the mat. Viktor’s arm hangs limply at his side, as the two men begin to exchange right hands blow for blow. Right by Viktor, right by Showtime, back and forth. Stone finally blocks one of the shots and manages to shove Showtime back into the turnbuckle. Stone steps back now and hits a big shoulder to the midsection of the challenger. Showtime staggers out now but Stone throws him right back in and lifts him to the top rope. The fans are on their feet as Stone begins climbing up with him. The two men are on the second rope now, as Stone lifts him one rung higher, and grabs him around the waist.
Bennett: This doesn’t bode well…
Rayne: This is going to end in tears.
STONE LEAPS! TOP ROPE BELLY TO BELLY! The ring shakes as cameras flash and we immediately get a replay off the move from several different angles. Showtime lands hard with a giant thud in the ring, as Stone crawls over and drapes his wounded wing across the challenger…
Bennett: CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! He kicked out! This one is still going!
Rayne: With a drop like that, kinda makes you feel like Wile Coyote.
Stone seems pretty surprised now, as he pulls himself up, and you can see that he is coming into his second wind. Stone lifts Showtime off the mat in a hurry and hits him with a big lariat. Showtime hits the ground, but is quick to bounce back to his feet almost out of instinct. Showtime gets taken out with a second lariat, and this time he is a little slower to return to a vertical base. A third lariat is lined up as Showtime manages to get a knee up into the ribs of Stone… EXPLODER SUPLEX BY SHOWTIME!!!!
Bennett: Listen to these fans! Deafening! Deafening!
Rayne: This is for the Television Championship! What do you expect!
Bennett: These fans always surprise me. As do these superstars.
Showtime and Stone are both down in a heap as the ref begins the standing 10 count. The ref reaches 3 before either man begins to stir. 4…5….Showtime is the first to make a movement….6…7….he is up to one knee….8…9…Showtime is up. He loosely falls over onto Stone and the ref counts…
th---NO! KICK OUT BY STONE!
Bennett: NO! NOT YET! This one continues!
Rayne: Damn…I knew I should of went to the bathroom earlier!
Showtime pounds the mat again in frustration now, as he lifts Stone to his feet and throws him hard into the turnbuckle. Stone staggers out now as Showtime takes him down with a roaring elbow! The fans cheer louder but boos can still be heard clearly. Showtime holds his head, in an gesture of exhaustion, as he hooks the leg…
Bennett: Never say die! Stone lives for this! He lives for moments like this!
Showtime looks shocked now, as he again peels Viktor off the canvas. He drops Stone with a big side kick and then begins to climb to the top. Fans are on their feet again now, as Stone is shaking out the cobwebs. Showtime looks a little wobbly on the top rope now as Stone pulls himself up now. Showtime leaps, Stone ducks a flying clothesline attempt!! Showtime lands on his feet! Showtime turns around and sees Stone hopping on the top rope…
Bennett: Stone is taking too long and now Marcus has him trapped up there!
Marcus hooks Stone up in a front facelock. It looks like he is going for a superplex as he lifts Stone up. But instead he drives Viktor down with a brutal looking brainbuster on the top turnbuckle….
Rayne: OH SHIT!!!!
Showtime drags Stone’s crumpled body out of the corner and drops for the pin…
Bennett: And now Showtime can add Television Championship to his list of PWA Titles.
Showtime wins the PWA Television title. Marcus, has his arm raised by the ref, then falls back down, exhausted. The ref retrieves the belt and hands it to Ambrose, who takes it and drapes it across his waist. After resting for a few more moments, Showtime gets up and climbs the turnbuckles, raising the belt high in the air and soaking in the cheers and boos.
The title is handed to Showtime, and he holds the belt high, savoring in its victory. He then drops the belt over his shoulder, making his way to exit the ring, but stops as the lights die just as they did earlier in the night. The burning PWA logo re-appears on the ADC-Tron, falling off-screen once more, only to then immediately cut to a thermograph image of the ring. There are four bodies in the ring giving off heat signatures: Stone, Showtime, the referee, and...
Bennett: WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!
The fourth man attacks both participants in the past match, using their fatigue from the recent match to his advantage. The heat signature disappears from the ADC-Tron, and the sounds of combat are heard in the ring: grunting, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, shattering glass, flesh hitting steel...
Bennett: Get...get the lights back on...GET THEM BACK ON NOW!!!
Moments feel like hours as the time slowly creeps, the sounds of combat - nay, of a back alley mugging - still echo'ing throughout the arena. The sounds stop, and the thermograph reappears on the ADC-Tron, this time of only one man standing tall. The thermograph disappears again, and seconds pass before all of the lights return to normal.
Bennett: Oh...GET THE PARAMEDICS!! GET THEM NOW!!!
Showtime, Stone, and the referee are all laid out, placed into a triangle pattern with one's head by the other's feet. Broken light tubes, dented-in-half steel chairs, and blood scatter the ring itself, with both Stone and Showtime wearing crowns of barbed wire, forcing more crimson to flow.
Bennett: Jesus...Jesus Chri...Christ...
The scene fades...