Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


09-20-2009


Welcome to Manitoba Mayhem


Voice Over: Tonight, history will be made. Two titles will merge, one retired, the other rising to become more than it’s ever been before. A new premier championship will headline Chaos, the Global Championship, but who will hold it? The Phoenix? Hunter Sullivan? Only one man will become the King of Chaos!

Voice Over: There will be blood, as two men clash in a violent encounter; one, seeking retribution, and the other, looking to maintain his position as one of the very best in the business today.

Voice Over: And finally, for the first time since the return of the PWA; one man will rise above them all, to claim both the Intercontinental and World Heavyweight championships… to be the very best in the PWA…. Tonight, there will be… Mayhem!

Pyros explode, signaling the beginning of Manitoba Mayhem, and we are taken to ringside, where two tables now sit side by side. At one, the veterans Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel of Saturday Night Rampage, and sitting next to them for the first time, Chaos’ own Tear Gutter and Jester Jay!

Jon McDaniel: Welcome everyone to Manitoba Mayhem! We’re jam packed here at the Canad Inns Stadium, where last year we saw one of the greatest matches in PWA History!

Brian Rentfro: Come off it, Jon! No one cares about what happened last year! It’s about tonight! And we have so much going on tonight!

Jon McDaniel: That we do! We’re going to see Marxx, our former world champion, try to avenge himself against the man he blames for his loss last month at Summer Sizzler; Chamelion! Up until last week, the Devious one had been getting the upper hand, but Marxx is now on board, even keel and means to topple the veteran in what is sure to be an amazing match!

Brian Rentfro: As big as that is, we have two World title matches! For one of them, let’s go to our new co-announcers! Tear, Jester?

Jester Jay: Thanks Brian! It’s great to be here at Manitoba Mayhem, along with my partner here, Tear, we’re thrilled to be on our first PPV!

Tear Gutter: And we’re going to make the best of it! Chaos is going to show Rampage just how amazing we are, what with our two big title matches! We got Matt Stone and Pohatu, the GB and TV Champions, facing off to merge the two belts, leaving only one with the Grizzly Beer title! The TV title will then become retired! Both men are eager to hold the prestige in this match!

Jester Jay: And as Brian said, there’s two world title matches, and Chaos will bring you the Global Championship match; sure to excite the fans everywhere…. As the current champion; the recently ousted Pantheon Leader, The Phoenix, will square off against the rightful number one contender; Hunter Sullivan!

Tear Gutter: Oh, I so can’t wait! Hunter’s my boy! Though, I guess it’s only fair to admit that there’s another great match to be seen tonight!

Jon McDaniel: Indeed! For months now, the tension has been building between our PWA World Champion, Matthew Engel and the Southern Hero; Jethro Hayes! Engel won the World title over Marxx and Scott Nash Strader last month, and is looking to have a long illustrious run with the belt, but in his way is Jethro Hayes who seeks to reclaim the title and put a serious blow to the Pantheon.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think he has to worry much. Chamelion has already stated the Pantheon is in a state of flux… in fact, word has it that Engel doesn’t want Pantheon near ringside… so this is going to be a true contest of skill between two amazing competitors!

Jon McDaniel: I so agree! But let’s not forget we have two inter-promotional contests to see too. The PWA Tag Titles are on the line as Rampage’s champions; Riona Langly and Emperor Ian, have to defend against Chaos’s newest acquisitions; the Order of Chaos!

Tear Gutter: And you can bet your butt that The Order of Chaos is going to reign supreme in this one!

Brian Rentfro: I doubt it, kid. Riona is a long time veteran of the ring and Ian has come such a long way, I predict no title change!

Jester Jay: Perhaps, but the Order of Chaos has done more in their short time here then most do in a year! This will be an upset, and the titles will come to Chaos!

Jon McDaniel: We’ll see. Then of course, we have the battle royal, where members of both Chaos and Rampage will compete for bragging rights, and perhaps more, as they clash for their brands supremacy.

Tear Gutter: And a spot in the Grizzly Beer Tournament is up for grabs when Ryan Ross and Shadow Starr clash! It’s going to be awesome!

Jester Jay: I say we get right to it, everyone… our first match is about to begin!

Brian Rentfro: Oh hell yeah!

DING! DING! DING!

Battle Royal


Eric Emerson: The following is a 5 man Over The Top Battle Royal battle royal.

Once all competitors were in the ring, Dwayne Cross looks over each opponent, before he points to the time keeper to have the match Start.

DING DING DING

The Andalusian starts the match off by going to the opponent closest to him, which happened to be Lacey. He slipped behind her and applied a sleeper. The superior strength of the man made it troublesome for Lacey to get out of the hold.

Tear Gutter: It seems Lacey is in trouble early in the match

The Andalusian smirks, letting off the hold only to apply an arm wrench onto her left arm.

Brian Rentfro: The Spaniard is applying holds expertly, at least this newbie seems to be properly trained.

Lacey seems to have had enough of all this and with her right hand slams her palm into the bridge of Andalusian's nose, causing him to promptly drop the hold. Lacey moves in on the stunned opponent and takes his left leg, taking him to the mat with a dragon screw. Andalusian moves back to his feet, only for Lacey to grab him by the arm and snap it over her shoulder. Andalusian staggers back, Lacey charges forth and snaps off with a drop kick to the knee. Andalusian falls to one knee, causing the Lacey to slip behind him and apply a neck scissors. This took the man down the rest of the way to the mat.

Tear Gutter: It seems the tables have turned and the Andalusian is the one in a submission predicament.

Johnny Maverick sets his sights on Chad Kurtis and takes him down with a hiptoss. Maverick approached the Chad, whom shoots his leg up, and lands a kick to the head of Maverick. That bought Chad enough time to scramble back to his feet, only to get smacked by an elbow to the midsection from Maverick. Maverick follows up with a hard knife edged chop to the chest of Chad Kurtis. The audience giving a loud WOO in response. Andalusian finally manages to roll out of Lacey's submission hold. Chad Kurtis makes his opinion of Maverick's chop known by leaping high and nailing Johnny hard in the chest with a somersault drop kick. Johnny falls to the mat, and Chad follows up with an elbow drop.

Brian Rentfro: Wicked elbowdrop from Chad Kurtis

Chad jumps up and down, pumping himself up. Chad fails to notice Lacey as she leaps up and nails him across the throat with a hard LARIATO! Lacey threw all her weight into the blow, taking Chad down. Lacey doesn't end the assault there as she takes to the air once more and stomps down on Chad. Chad rolls to his feet and rushes to the ropes vaults off taking Lacey to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Chad is back on his feet and intends to continue attacking Lacey, but is cut short when Maverick strikes with a high cross body.

Tear Gutter: Lacey Gloria is taken to the mat by a prefect crossbody from Maverick

Viktor finally decides to quit biding his time when he blind sides Maverick with a back heel kick. Chad Kurtis gets up. Viktor doesn't focus on just Maverick, though as he takes the rising Kurtis back down to the mat with a hard hook hook kick to the chest. Lacey and Maverick seemed to both figure out that Stone would be a problem if this continued. Lacey charged from behind and nailed Stone with a dropkick to the back of the knee , taking him down to his knee. Lacey and Maverick follow up with FRONT TO BACK RAPID SOCCER KICKS~!!

Brian Rentfro: Stone is getting the crap kicked out of him!

Lacey Gloria shows a more brutal side after the barrage of kicks on Stone and lands a stomp on his head. Lacey drops to the mat and applies a grounded choke on Stone.

Tear Gutter: Lacey Gloria executes a choke hold.


Viktor fires back elbows before Lacey could apply the body scissors, causing her to drop the hold. The both scramble to their feet and Lacey attacks with a kick to the gut. She quickly follows up by executing a swinging neckbreaker. Lacey shows her annoyance by kicking Viktor in the side of the head. Chad catches Lacey off guard and snaps off a drop kick to her chest.

Brian Rentfro: Great match so far, makes it hard to determine a winner.

Now Viktor Stone rolls back to his feet, and takes out his anger by vertical suplexing Johnny Maverick to the mat. Viktor Stone measures Maverick drops a closed fist. Maverick pulls himself back up to his feet and catches Viktor with an elbowsmash to the face. Maverick takes advantage of the stunned Stone and takes Viktor Stone down with a knee lift. Viktor Stone is quck to get back to his feet and hiptosses Maverick. Stone is quick to follow up on offense by dropping an elbow on Maverick. Maverick rolls back up to a vertical base surprizes Stone with an IMPLANT DDT!

Tear Gutter: Sick DDT

Brian Rentfro: So, Tear? Would you like to go out somewhere after the Pay Per View?

Tear Gutter: Not in this life time.

The Andalusian rakes the face of Chad Kurtis after taking a rest and letting the other opponents wear each other down. Chad didn't take kindly to the dirty tactic and takes Andalusian down with a double legged take down. Chad leaps onto a nearby turnbuckle and flies connecting with an elbow drop. The Andalusian slowly collects himself is up again. The Andalusian ties up with Chad and heaves him up, planting him with a vertical face buster. The Andalusian follows up with a fist drops The Andalusian drops to the mat and locks the arm of Chad Kurtis in an arm grapevine submission.

Brian Rentfro: The Andalusian wearing down Chad Kurtis with that arm submission

Chad Kurtis breaks out of the hold and pulls himself back to a vertical base. Chad leaps up and nails a spinning shin kick. The Andalusian dazed by the turnbuckle, Chad Kurtis leaps off, diving over The Andalusian's head,pulling off a neck breaker

Brian Rentfro: Got any ideas on who is going to win?

Tear Gutter: Nope.

Andalusian gets back to his feet, only to by nailed by a jumping side kick by Viktor. Viktor drops his weight on Andalusian by landing a legdrop. The Andalusian gets back to his feet and slips behind Stone and nails a belly-to-back suplex.

Tear Gutter: Impressive Suplex.

The Andalusian moves back to his feet. Viktor Stone gets back to his feet. Viktor Stone executes the German suplex on The Andalusian.

Brian Rentfro: The two heavyweights of this match are going back and forth with power moves

The Andalusian tackles Chad to the mat. The Andalusian executes a piledriver on Chad. The Andalusian climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and executes the diving headbutt on Chad. The Andalusian gets back to his feet. The Andalusian throws Chad into the ropes. Lacey Gloria appears and lands a running Yakuza kick on Chad, sending him over the top and onto the floor

Tear Gutter: That will do it for Chad Kurtis. He's been eliminated!

Lacey jumps off of the top turnbuckle with a twisting moonsault, hitting Johnny Maverick square in the face. Lacey jumps and elbow smashes the lying Johnny Maverick. Lacey,looking to have a head full of steam flies from the turnbuckle with an elbowdrop...but MISSES! Maverick returns to his feet and whips Lacey into the corner in which Maverick begins to choke her with his boot. Johnny Maverick holds Lacey in the corner his boot

Brian Rentfro: Does Maverick have to choke a bitch?
Tear Gutter: You can't say that!
Brian Rentfro: Yes I can, we're not on the air.

Lacey climbs to her feet once Maverick lets go to move on to a different opponent. Lacey jumps and elbow smashes the lying Viktor Stone. Viktor Stone gets up. Viktor Stone does a cartwheel and kicks Lacey in the face. Lacey gets hit with a jumping elbow smash from Viktor Stone. Lacey pulls herself back to her feet but is taken back down as Viktor Stone connects with a flying knee. Lacey leaps up, swings around Viktor Stone and DDT's him onto the mat.

Tear Gutter: Lacey is proving her toughness by standing toe-to-toe with Stone

Brian Rentfro: My Kind of woman!

Lacey hits a flying karate chop right to Viktor Stone's neck. Viktor Stone hits a spinning leg lariat on Lacey sending her to the mat. Viktor Stone knees Lacey and rolls back to his feet. Lacey gets back to her feet. Viktor Stone jabs Lacey. Viktor Stone hits her with a back fist.

Brian Rentfro: Follows up with a back fist.

Viktor Stone holds his head after recieving an earringer from Lacey. Viktor Stone kicks Lacey in the stomach. Lacey executes a ropeflip hiptoss on Viktor Stone. Lacey hits Viktor Stone with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle. Viktor Stone is up again. Viktor Stone goes for a scissor kick but Lacey dodges the attack. Viktor Stone executes a spinning back suplex on Lacey.

Tear Gutter: Nice spinning back suplex by Viktor Stone.

Viktor turned to move on to an other opponent, but falls to the mat when Lacey punts him square in the groin. Lacey goes off the top turnbuckle and double foot stomps Viktor Stone. Viktor Stone hits a koppo kick on Chad Kurtis. Lacey off the top rope with a somersault legdrop onto Viktor Stone's chest.

Brian Rentfro: If Lacey wins this thing, I might go crazy. Do you thinks she takes commentators as patients?

Lacey jumps from the top rope and hits Viktor Stone with a flying armdrag. Viktor Stone is driven further into the mat by Lacey with a diving elbow smash. Lacey leg drops Viktor Stone. Viktor rolls underneath the bottom rope, taking himself out of the match for a while to rest.

Tear Gutter: Viktor Stone rolls out of the ring.

The Andalusian with spinning headscissors on Johnny Maverick send him hard to the mat. The Andalusian stomps Johnny Maverick's head. The Andalusian wheels around and wraps up with Lacey before driving her to the mat with an exploder suplex Now The Andalusian standing. The Andalusian throws Lacey to the floor.

Tear Gutter: Lacey Gloria has been eliminated!!

Johnny Maverick punches The Andalusian repeatedly. Johnny Maverick executes a neck scissors on The Andalusian. Johnny Maverick nails The Andalusian with a double underhook suplex. Johnny Maverick grabs The Andalusian's arm, drops down, and has him in an arm grapevine. Johnny Maverick throws The Andalusian over the ropes. The Andalusian was eliminated by Johnny Maverick.

Brian Rentfro: The Andalusian is out of here!!

Johnny Maverick raises his arms, not knowing that Viktor Stone was still in the match. Dwayne Cross approaches Maverick, trying to tell him the match was not over. Maverick give Dwayne a dirty look in disagreement, but stands corrected as Stone returns to the ring and pushes Maverick over the ropes and on to the floor.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the battle royal, Viktor Stone!

Tear Gutter: YES! Chaos wins! Chaos Wins!

Brian Rentfro: Sheesh, what a show off.

Ryan Ross vs Shadow Starr

Hardcore Match for GB Tourny Spot


Tamara Christopher Onassi: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is for a entry spot into the Wednesday Night Chaos Grizzly Beer Championship #1 Contender Tournament.

Freedom Fighter Hits the PA system and plays it's rock and roll intro, and as soon as the lyrics hit the sound Ryan Ross Steps out
from behind the curtain.
The fans give him a mixed reaction the Smarks cheer and the Marks boo. Ryan doesn't Care for any of it and just relishes in his own glorious wonder, as
he steps down to the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring side area. At this point he walks over to the stairs and point to the crowd giving them the
thumbs don in disapproval. Ryan then goes to the closest turnbuckle and mounted it throwing his arms out to his side as his music slowly fades out.
The arena is dimmed until only a single beam of light shines on the center of the entrance ramp. A few seconds pass before
the first line of Second to None plays, purple and red spotlights joining the first beam.

It's the real authentic
Leave ya'll dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it, I meant it
Did it for real
While ya'll pretended
Back for more
Startin' the war to end it

The ramp explodes as cascades of fireworks rain upon the backstage entrance, Shadow Starr stepping out to ecstatic fans. He looks to his right, pauses,
then looks to his left, taking in the adulation. He then focuses his sights on the ring, making his way down the entrance ramp.

Raw
Rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw
New York to Cali
New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift while you plead the fifth
My team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this shit
Rough and rugged
Kill 'em soft

Shadow takes his time heading to the ring, shaking hands and giving high fives to the fans coming down. He slowly walks from one side of the ramp to
the other, trying not to miss too many people on his way down. He gets to the bottom of the ramp, turning back towards the top of the ramp.

We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off
Takin' a loss?
Not a chance in your life
If being fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Stop, drop, and roll
We got soul
Safe to pop off when we lock and load

Shadow takes off his hat, throwing it into the crowd. He smiles as the cheers continue, making his way into the ring.

So this how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep,
Second to None

Shadow climbs the northeast turnbuckle, raising his arms skyward as he raises his index and middle fingers on each hand. He climbs down,ready for the
match to start.


Ding Ding

Ross runs in nailing Starr with a vicious right hand, but Starr fires back with a right of his own. Starr grabs Ryan's wrist sending him into the ropes, with a clothesline he sends him over the top rope to the outside. Starr steps through the ropes, Ross pulls on his ankle sending Starr to a seated position on the ring apron. Ross with a leaping roundhouse kick to his temple sends him rolling onto the floor. Ross climbs up to the ring apron to run up the corner with a backflip onto Starr sending them both onto the floor.

Tear Gutter: It didn't take long for this match to make it outside.

Jester Jay: Ross does what he wants to do.

Ross bends pulling Starr up to a seated position, he goes for a toe kick to his temple. Starr catches the foot spinning Ross back around then kicking his planted leg out from under him. Ross lands on his knee and Starr shoves up to his feet. Bulldog takes Ross down to the floor on his face, but Starr quickly pulls him back up to plant his face into the railing around the ringside area. Starr has Ross by the hair on the back of his skull; planting him forcefully into the metal railing. Ross appears to be on dream street from the quick face slams into the railing, if the dazed look in his eyes is any indication. Starr with a whip into the ringpost, but Ross prevents his face from making contact with the metal. Starr leaps at the Wrestling Royalty, but Ross falls just in time to allow Starr's skull to make solid contact with the more solid ringpost. Starr bounces back from the impact, Ryan dropkicks him back into the post. Starr is slightly busted open just over his eyebrow, but only a trickle of blood is coming from the wound. Ross grabs Starr in a rear waistlock, but Shadow Starr with a quick series of back elbows to Ross' face breaks the hold. Starr spins around with a flying right hand, Ryan ducks under to use Starr's momentum against him with an arm drag. Starr lands flat on his back from the impact, Ross shots up to his feet. Ryan shoves a fan out of his chair, to fold it up and heft it as a weapon.

Tear Gutter: And the weapons come into play.

Jester Jay: About time.

Starr pulls himself up to his feet, Ryan swings the steel chair, but Starr ducks under the chair's arch. Shadow Starr drops to one knee firing a quick succession of jabs to Ryan's midsection causing him to drop the steel chair. Shadow Starr pulls Ryan's ankles sending him down to the floor where Starr mounts him with vicious rights and lefts to his head. Starr rolls off of Ross and heads for the discarded steel chair, he swings it down connecting solidly with the skull of Ross and the crowd awes at the sound of the impact. Starr lifts Ross up onto his shoulder in a powerslam position to roll him into the ring. Starr climbs onto the apron himself, but Ross has gotten up to his feet and is in Lala Land. Starr holds onto the top rope to avoid the swinging haymaker from Ross, but Ryan slams a knee into Starr's ribs doubling the Legend of Shadows over, but more importantly loosening his grip on the top rope. Ryan flips over the top rope and slams Starr to the floor, on top of the steel chair, with a sunset flip.

Tear Gutter: This is not a falls count anywhere match.

Jester Jay: Don't you think Ryan knows that.

Ross lays back from the events of the past minute, he is taking the time to rest and recooperate, but he knows he has got to get up and keep on the attack, mainly because he despises Shadow Starr so very much. Ross rolls up to his feet and pulls Shadow up with him, he pounds a right fist into Shadow Starr's jaw, then another right hand, before placing a third right into his temple backing him up against the railing. Starr is out on his feet, Ross with a running clothesline, but Starr with a hip toss sends him into the crowd. The fans at ringside scatter immediately, but some fans were unfortunately unable to move out of the way in time. Starr hops over the railing to pull the nacho cheese covered Ryan Ross up to his feet. Ross has melted cheese covering his face and a few broken nacho chips spot his cheeks. Shadow with a right hand of his own to Ryan's cheek sends him back further into the crowd, Starr with a boot to the midsection a vertical suplex causes the metail railing to catch Ryan midway his back, folding him in half... the wrong way. Ross lands on the other side of the railing, the side close to the ring, but here comes Shadow Starr to cause some more pain. Starr climbs over the railing to stand over his fallen opponent, the cheese covered Ryan Ross. Starr looks down at Ryan before lifting him onto the ring apron to drop an elbow across his throat. Starr has a gleam in his eyes as he takes the mat up from the floor to fold it back on itself. Starr grabs a length of the now exposed chord to begin whipping Ryan Ross with it. The smack of the rubber covered cord is heard six rows deep in the crowd. Starr tosses the cord down to climb up on top of the ringpost, he leaps driving a leg across the exposed throat of Ryan Ross. The move is so impactful that Ross flips over Shadow's lap to land face first on the floor; the crowd gasps and Shadow Starr feels he now has this match won. He lifts Ryan up and rolls him into the ring.

Jester Jay: He could have decapitated Ryan Ross there.

Tear Gutter: It is a hardcore match and anything goes in this type of environment.

Starr drapes an arm over Ryan, referee Dwayne Cross drops down in position.

One... Two... Thr

Jester Jay: Ryan gets a shoulder up!

Starr can't believe it as he looks over at Dwayne Cross for confirmation, Dwayne holds up two fingers as Starr nods. Shadow pulls Ryan back up to his feet, shoving him into the corner. Starr with a charge at Ryan, who lifts his foot up. Starr is unable to block the foot and slams his face into the sole, he spins back from the impact holding at his right eye, Ross smiles as he scales up the turnbuckle as he faces Star's back. Ryan leaps from the middle turnbuckle with a royal double double axe handle blow sending Starr to his knees. Ross hits the ropes to deliever a front kick to the side of Starr's cheek rolling him over onto his back. Ryan makes the cover.

One... Two... Th

Tear Gutter: Shadow Starr able to get a shoulder up!

Jester Jay: It was an obvious slow count.

Ryan begins arguing with referee Dwayne Cross about the slowness of the count when he turns around Shadow Starr is there with a clothesline sending Ryan back over the top rope to the outside. Shadow Starr with a running start launches himself over the top rope with a plancha, but Ryan moves out of the way just in time causing Shadow Starr to crash and burn on the matting. Ryan snatches the chair from beside Jon McDaniel to set it up near Shadow Starr, Ross backs up waiting. Shadow gets up to his knees, Ross runs using the steel chair for a beautiful shining wizard taking Starr back down to the floor. Ryan picks up the steel chair, wrapping it around Shadow's head and neck. Ryan climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaping with a swan dive, but lands front first on the steel chair, minus Shadow Starr. Shadow is leaning up against the railing, more blood trickling down from the cut over his eye, but Shadow smiles as he sees Ross holding at his midsection. Shadow pulls himself up, slamming a fist into Ross' mouth, then his midsection, and a even flow DDT onto the steel chair. Shadow isn't finished though as he pulls Ross around to the announce table, slamming him face first onto the PWA logo emblazened there. Starr lifts Ryan's face from the table, looks at it, then begins to slam it repeatedly into the logo.

Jester Jay: I believe Starr has gone crazy.

Tear Gutter: Starr wanting to show Ryan Ross that he is Mr. PWA.

Starr whips Ross back first into the apron, charging in behind with a shoulderblock doubling Ross over. Shadow with a neckbreaker takes Ross down to the matting. Starr jumps into the air, driving a knee into Ross' forehead and trying to bust him open with a big impact move. Shadow digs under the ring apron, bringing out the inevitable table, he sets it up. He slams Ross on top of the table before digging up under the ring for a second table, he sets it up on top of Ryan Ross before placing the dented steel chair on top of Ryan's face. Shadow Starr climbs onto the apron then up the turnbuckle, he turns back with a moonsault slamming through the first table, on top of the steel chair, and through the bottom table. Bits of table fly from the destruction of the table as Starr slams through them.

Jester Jay: Holy shit!

Tear Gutter: You said it, not me.

Referee Dwayne Cross digs through the debris to check on the two wrestlers, but Shadow is already fighting through the debris to push Ryan inside the ring where he can make the cover. Shadow drapes an arm across Ryan's bloody cheese covered face; referee Dwayne Cross is there.

One... Two... Thr-- Ryan Ross kicks out!

Jester Jay: Ross kicks out! Ross kicks out!

Shadow Starr can't believe it, his mouth is open and he stares wide eyed at the referee who holds up two fingers. Shadow Starr just can't believe it, but Ryan shuts his mouth for him with a closed right fist that glints with gold. Starr falls back against the ropes, Ryan up quickly with a kick to Shadow's neck then a dropkick sending him to the outside. Ryan digs up under the bottom rope to pull out a roll of barbed wire, a table, and a twenty foot ladder. Ross slides the table and ladder into the ring, following it all in with the roll of barbed wire. Ryan wraps the table in the flesh tearing wire before breaking the strands of wire. Ross steps through the ropes to roll the unconscious Shadow Starr inside of the squared circle. Ross lifts the former Intercontinental champion up and onto the table. Ross, with a glint of torture in his eye, wraps the barbed wire around Shadow's body making sure to pay special attention to Shadow's throat area. Ross unfolds the ladder as he climbs to the top of the twenty foot high construction tool. Ross leaps with a body splash crashing through Shadow Starr, the barbed wire, and through the table to the canvas. Ross isn't moving, Shadow Starr isn't moving, in fact no one is moving inside the arena, they can't believe it. Dwayne is the first to move as he drops to his knees to make the count.

One... Two... Thre--NO! NO! Shadow Starr able to get a shoulder up just in time and no one can believe it, let alone Ryan Ross! Ryan looks down at his bloody opponent, looks down at his own bloody body, then to the referee as he shakes his head. Ryan gets furious as he pulls the barbed wire covered Shadow Starr up to his feet pounding right fist after right fist into his face. Shadow Starr falls back into the corner where Ryan Ross knees him in the midsection and wrenches on a side headlock making sure to work the neck of Shadow Starr. The wire is still trailing from the spool, Shadow Starr bends to retrieve some as Ryan works the neck and head of Shadow. Starr wraps some in his fist before slamming it into Ryan's cheek busting him open further. Ross immediately loosens the side headlock, Starr pounds again with the barbed wire fist sending Ross stumbling back. Shadow with the free arm, wraps it quickly in barbed wire slamming a forearm into Ryan's throat sending him backwards nearly over the top rope. Shadow Starr grabs a loop of barbed wire and proceeds to whip Ryan across the chest with the flesh tearing material. Ross stumbles away, trying to get out of Starr's reach, but Starr begins to whip Ryan's back with the wire as well. Fresh rivers of blood begin to make their way down Ryan's back as he falls into a corner. Starr stands behind him, the wire raised over his head, Ross with a mule kick to Starr's balls doubles him over. Ross lays there, not realizing that he kicked Shadow Starr. Ross lays in the corner bleeding heavily and gasping for breath as Shadow Starr holds at his crotch with a barbed wire wrapped hand and a hand clean of barbed wire. Ross begins to pull himself up to a vertical position, but he slumps in the corner, facing Shadow Starr, Ross smiles a devilish smile. He charges out, but Shadow manages a desperation back body sending Ross into the table mess in the center of the ring.

Jester Jay: What a fiasco.

Tear Gutter: A bloody mess.

Shadow Starr pulls the ladder over nearer the mess in the center of the ring, then he grabs a handfull of Ryan's hair. Starr then climbs to the top of the ladder, places Ryan in the position for The Grim Reaperand connects! Shadow Starr connects with the Grim Reaper from the top of the twenty foot ladder!

Tear Gutter: Oh my GOD!

Jester Jay: Oh my Pantheon!

Shadow Starr drapes an arm over Ryan. Referee Dwayne Cross lays down on the barbed wire to make the count.

One... Two... Three.

"Second to None" the remix hits up as Shadow Starr weakly gets up to his feet, his arm held high.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Winner of the match.... "The Original Legend of Shadows"... Shadow Starr!

Shadow shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and nodding to Ross with a show of respect, falls out of the ring and stumbles up the ramp. Ryan, sitting on his knees, can’t believe he lost, but the crowd seems to be behind him, cheering his name for the show he just put on. Accepting their accoldades, Ross roles himself out of the ring, and trudges up the ramp, determined to turn the tide in the future.

A word with Chamelion


We cut backstage, to find Chamelion in his dressing room, taping his wrists up and looking stern and focused. The camera pans back as Bud Adams enters the frame.

Bud: Mark, can I get a few words with you about your match with Marxx coming up?

Chamelion lifts his eyes, but not his head, as he contemplates Bud’s request. Shrugging slightly, he gives his consent.

Bud: Thanks. I just wanted to know, what your thoughts were leading into this grudge match with Marxx, and do you feel he’s justified in wanting some ‘payback’?

Chamelion blinks a couple of times, looking at Adams with disdain.

Chamelion: Do I really pay you reporter types to ask such stupid questions? Never mind, don’t answer, it was rhetorical. Marxx can justify his actions all he wants too, especially if it helps him sleep at night. While I did strike first, and struck hard, I did it because it needed to be done. Marxx admits he wasn’t ready for the spotlight, but I contend it’s an excuse because he’s incapable of carrying on the load that is necessary when you are a champion. He ticked me off, citing that I’ll never be something that everyone knows I’ve already been multiple times… and the fact is; this burns Marxx, he’s jealous; and he’s just trying to make me the scapegoat for his fallacies. Well, Bud… you want to know what my thoughts are, it’s this: Marxx is going to learn a valuable lesson tonight. He’s going to discover that I don’t need a belt around my waist to be a champion, that I don’t have to hold titles in the PWA to be the best that I am… I’ll let others carry that load, because I made this place for them… but when someone dares to insult me, the way Marxx has… I will stand up for myself.. and tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now, unless you want to bother me some more, I suggest you made haste and get out.

Adams nods, swallowing tightly and exits the scene as Chamelion returns to taping his wrists.

Matt Stone vs Pohatu

Grizzly Beer - TV Title Unification Match


Tamara Christopher Onassi: The following match is schedule for one fall, and is a Television and Grizzly Beer unification match! Introducing now...he hails from Boone, Iowa.

A high pitched sound echoed across the sound system, though deep voices accompanied it at first. As the deep voices left and were replaced by the accompaniment of guitars instead, the crowd were up on their feet, as the big screen lit up with one word; Electrifying'. This was followed by the lights pulsing in rapid succession with the temp of the remix, Mike Shinoda's voice finally being heard over the instruments.

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Weighing in today at 215 pounds, he is your PWA Television champion, the Electric Enigma....

As the lyrics kept flying around the arena, the area around the entrance curtain itself had a few spotlights focused on it, the spotlights themselves being shaded yellow. As Mike's voice was replaced by Chester belting out the chorus of the song, the curtain was swept back, a person stepping out. Clothed in a set of loose fitting pants of a similar shade to that of the spotlights that had 'Lightning' written upon them on the outside edge of each leg, they went down to a set of black wrestling boots. Despite the clothing obviously showing who he was, his identity was hidden by a hooded vest, a lightning bolt streaking down each side of the front of the vest. 'Pohatu' was written across the front of the hood, though this became hidden as the hood was suddenly flicked back, the Electric Enigma snapping his arms out to either side of him in a crucifix taunt.

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand, I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Ladies and gentleman, this is...Pohatu!

Strutting down the ramp the ramp as the beat of the song eased back a bit, he kept his arms lifted out to either side, though he rotated his hands so that his palms were facing forward, brushing his fingertips across the hands of all the fans eager enough to extend them out into the aisle. Stopping at the bottom of the ramp, Pohatu rolled out his shoulders, hopping from foot to foot as he lowered his arms to his sides, a slight grin coming onto his face as he listened to the song progressing.

I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored, time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

As the song's pace picked up again, he suddenly took off at a sprint, covering the last few yards to the ring and hopped up onto the apron, hesitating only a moment before he dove in between the top and middle rope, rolling right up to his feet. Running across the ring, he clambered up so that one foot was resting on the middle rope, the other on the top rope, raising a fist up as he looked out at the crowd. Nodding, he hopped down, pulling off his vest and tossing it off to the techs at ring side as he turned around, his grin still on his face.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: And his opponents… weighing in at 190 pounds… hailing from Ottawa, Ontario Canada… he is the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion…. MATT STONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The opening of "I don't care" can be heard as from the back Matt Stone walks out with a smirk of arrogance. He has the Grizzly Beer Championship over his shoulder and walking about five feet behind him is Zach Hazard. Stone is easily the more animated of the two, walking down the aisle with his arms held over his head to ensure he wouldn't touch anyone in the audience. He is wearing a Chex Mix t-shirt over his wrestling attire and Zach has on a Chex Mix hat. Stone walks up the steps and gets in the ring, Zach just stands in the corner watching on, ignoring the booing fans in the PWA arena. Stone hands over the title to the referee and stands proud in the ring ready for the match.

The two competitors immediately begin slugging back and Tamara quickly exits the area as the two men go at it, sending punches, chops, and forearms into one another.

Jester Jay: Tonight, we will only have the Grizzly Beer title, no more Television title.

Tear Gutter: Oh, I hope Pohatu kicks Matt Stone's butt! I really don't like that guy!

Matt Stone catches Pohatu's arm and sends him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with the Devildriver. Pohatu rolls to his feet and spears Matt Stone to the mat. Pohatu begins driving punches into Matt Stone's face while holding him by the back of his head. Matt Stone sends a cross chop into Pohatu's throat, sending Pohatu rolling onto the mat and clutching his throat. Matt Stone grabs Pohatu by the throat and raises him into the air to perform a chokeslam.

Tear Gutter: That Matt Stone is vicious and heartless.

Jester Jay: He's a real son of a bitch... and I should know!

Pohatu drives a boot up into the groin of his opponent, doubling Matt Stone over in pain. Pohatu plants Matt Stone into the canvas with The Radio Tower. Pohatu raises Matt Stone up, signalling for a second Radio Tower, when Matt Stone's hand snaps out to apply a face claw. Pohatu shouts in pain at the pressure applied. Matt Stone performs a European Uppercut, sending Pohatu back down. Matt Stone runs into the ropes, rebounding off with a lionsault. Pohatu drops back down to the mat, causing Matt Stone to fly past overhead. Pohatu applies a full Nelson to Matt Stone.

Jester Jay: Come on Stone!!!!!!!!!!!

Tear Gutter: He should follow Bob Barker's advice and spay or neuter him today.

Pohatu performs a swinging full Nelson which he brings around into a full Nelson suplex. Pohatu does not release the hold, rolling over to deliver a full Nelson DDT, culminating in a full Nelson slam. Pohatu covers for the pin.

One

Two

Thre-NO!

Matt Stone pops his shoulder up from the mat just in time to avoid the three count. Pohatu performs a slingshot ring rope clothesline on Matt Stone then drops a leg across his throat. Matt Stone rolls out of the ring.

Jester Jay: Pohatu is showing Matt Stone that he's not the be all and end all he knows he is.

Tear Gutter: Pohatu has to win!

Pohatu slips out of the ring after Matt Stone. He whips Matt Stone towards the ring post, but Matt Stone reverses, sending Pohatu crashing into the ring steps. Pohatu stumbles forward and Matt Stone capitalizes, executing a snap suplex. Matt Stone throws Pohatu back into the ring and hops onto the ring apron. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking for five star frog splash, but Pohatu pops to his feet and sends Matt Stone crashing to the mat with a military press slam. Pohatu flips Matt Stone through the air with a clothesline from Hell. Matt Stone rolls back to his feet, only to be taken down once more by a shoulder block from the TV Champion.

Jester Jay: This is just terrible! Come on Matt!

Tear Gutter: Let’s go Pohatu, let’s go. Let’s go Pohatu, let’s go!.

Pohatu whips Matt Stone into the ropes, raising his foot for a big boot, but Matt Stone baseball slides under the raised leg. Matt Stone sweeps Pohatu's supporting leg out from under him. When Pohatu gets to his feet, Matt Stone performs the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker. Matt Stone covers the TV Champion.

One

Two

Three

Ding Ding Ding!!

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, and earning the right to unify the PWA Television and Grizzly Beer Championships….. your PWA Grizzly Beer Champion; MATT STONE!

Stone accepts both titles, holding them high in the air, smirking with confidence at outlasting Pohatu and ending his TV title reign.
Jester Jay: For the time being, Matt can hold both titles high!

Tear Gutter: However, the TV title is now technically ‘retired’ and ‘vacant’ and all that Matt has to worry about, is continuing his Grizzly Beer title reign.

Jester Jay: This is the first time we’ve seen one man hold two singles titles… though just visually, but later on, we’re going to see one man truly claim two championships! I can’t wait!

Last minute advice


The camera focuses in on its target, but seems to have a hard time doing so. After a moment we see Hunter Sullivan and Danny Daemon walking down the hall. The camera over hears the conversation as they seem to be going over a few things.

Danny: “I wish you the best of luck tonight out there with Robinson. This is your big chance, umm, again.“

Hunter: “Yeah, yeah I know, if patterns play this night will be yet another let down for me. But I don’t think it will, I’m ready for Rob, ready for his schemes and how he works.”

Danny: “Plus you have me, and Crimson Incorporated, we’ll be out there to make sure things go smooth if you hear what I’m saying.”

Hunter looks away for a second thinking on that point before looking back to his manager.

Hunter: “how about you stay back here and watch things from afar. I appreciate what you did for me on Chaos and all, Johnny needed to learn that lesson, but, I need this on my own.”

Danny is a little offset by the comment, thinking about it for a moment not feeling safe doing that.

Hunter: “Don’t worry, if the masked lard, Might and magic, or god knows who else wants to play their cards in this match, you and the guys can be there to back me up. You’re my ace in the hole. Ha, and the only card I need is the ace of spades...”

Danny:” ..That didn’t work with Alex, and it surely didn’t with for you.”

Hunter: “ha, worth a try. Anyway my man, I must be off, warm up and get dressed for the ring, big match tonight. And if everything goes according to plan, Pantheon will be walking away tonight with both Rampage and Chaos main titles, so get ready for celebration my good friend.”

Hunter turns away, it seems he plans to go in without Danny, who sighs as he's out of site.

Danny: ".....Kids got to much pride."

Chamelion vs Marxx

Grudge Match


DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.. and it is a GRUDGE MATCH!

Brian Rentfro: OHH, I’ve been waiting for this one!

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as "Shackler's Revenge" from Guns 'N Roses plays through the arena. All of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.

He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, a huge smile on his face. He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before dropping them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he starts stretching.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx looks very focused here, but will he have enough in him to contend with his opponent, who is known for making good on the big ones!?

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when the following lyrics explode over the arena speakers.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs…CHAMELION!

Walking confidently out onto the stage, Chamelion, attired in dark green wrestling tights and a black fishnet shirt, looks around the arena, aware of everything.

You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith

He stands there, silently for a few moments as the music swells around him. His eyes lowered to the ring.

I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

At that point, Chamelion whips his head up, his hair flying back and he has the look of a hunter about him, as he moves towards the ring with focused determination.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They Talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly, his hands propping his chest and head up, he stares intently at Marxx.

All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers all are sinners
And the police just take the grease
All you judges you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All you bankers will have losses
Politicians are all liars

Jumping to his feet, he offers a wink and turns and moves towards the corner turnbuckle.

I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen

Launching himself onto the second turnbuckle, Chamelion stretches his arms out, his fingers wiggling in a come get me motion as his head lowers and his Cheshire smile appears.

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the music fades, Chamelion drops down and turns, but his smile doesn’t leave his face, and his head remains lowered as he sways a little from left to right, as if in a trance, ready to face the obstacle in front of him.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion could very well be the reason Marxx lost his World title. Marxx thinks this too, and wants a little payback here.

Jon McDaniel: It won’t be easy, that can be assured.. wait, what’s Chamelion doing now?

In the ring, Chamelion takes the mic from Emerson.

Chamelion: Before we start, Marxx… there’s one more thing that needs to be done. I don’t know if you realize it, but there is no referee out here… and that’s because this match is going to have a special guest referee!

The crowd buzzes.

Brian Rentfro: I didn’t know about this.

Jon McDaniel: Neither did I, and apparently neither did Marxx!

Chamelion: And I’d like to introduce that special referee right now…. RAIZZOR!

Brian Rentfro: OH HELL!

Jon McDaniel: I smell a set up!

Pyros explode on stage as mist envelopes the entire stage and ramp area. Raizzor then appears, attired in a striped black and white shirt, and he makes his way to the ring. Marxx is livid, knowing what this means, and Chamelion just smirks back at him, innocently.
Brian Rentfro: No way is this match going to be fair now!

Raizzor enters as Emerson exits, and he stares at both men for a moment. Then, he walks over and orders Marxx to present himself for inspection. After ensuring no weapons, Raizzor does the same to Chamelion and then orders for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: Ya know that Raizzor’s mere presence, as a member of the Pantheon, is going to tear Marxx’s focus apart.
Brian Rentfro: And that, probably, was Chamelion’s whole plan, the Devious SOB is at work yet again!

Marxx looks in Chamelion’s direction, and Chamelion returns the look adding his Cheshire Grin. Chamelion acts like he's going to lock-up but fakes back and Marxx stands there, not falling for it. Marxx finally charges in and locks up with Chamelion forcing him towards the ropes, he hits a knife edge chop that Chamelion absorbs. They lock up again and this time Chamelion get's the momentum, he whips Marxx into the ropes, Marxx ducks a clothesline, bounces off the other ropes, Chamelion hops over him...they both bounce off the ropes...double clothesline.

Brian Rentfro: Both men are down!

Jon McDaniel: No! Both men are up!

Both men quickly get to their feet and Marxx immediately hooks up with Chamelion, he tries for a hip toss but Chamelion drops it down into a reverse armbar.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is in some serious pain but it's way too early in the match for a tap out. Chamelion is pulling Marxx's arm around his neck, and pulling back even tighter now with this hold.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor checks to make sure Marxx isn't tapping, Chamelion wrenches tighter as Marxx inches for the ropes. A little bit further...inch by inch...he made it! Chamelion breaks the hold, and now he's stomping a pot hole in Marxx! Chamelion picks Marxx up off the ground, he has him in a reverse torture rack now, he's bending Marxx in two!!! Stop it!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion drops him backwards with ease smashing him beneath his body to the canvas...he rolls him up for a cover...
1........

shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Kick out! After that spectacular move from Chamelion.

Marxx gets to his feet and barely makes it to the turnbuckle, Chamelion is charging towards him, elbow smash to the head of Marxx! Chamelion seems to be making this his match here tonight, Chamelion with another elbow smash, Chamelion goes for one more but Marxx, ducks out of the way. Marxx bounces off the ropes, flying clothesline! Chamelion's down! Marxx whips Chamelion to the ropes, Chamelion holds onto the ropes...here comes Marxx, he's going to clothesline Chamelion over....Chamelion holds the top rope down, but Marxx puts on the brakes a second before sailing over. A kick to the midsection of Chamelion, Marxx bounces off the ropes...running DDT! He just planted Chamelion with that move.

Marxx is down on the ground punching Chamelion with everything he's got. Chamelion pushes Marxx off, but Marxx comes right back with another round of punches to the face of Chamelion. He pulls Chamelion to his feet...keeps hold of his arm, SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!!! Marxx with the cover...

1.....

2....

Brian Rentfro: He kicked out! Ha!

Marxx picks Chamelion up by the waist and hits a belly-to-back suplex. Marxx picks up Chamelion and side slams him. He stands up and whips Chamelion into the ropes and hits a powerslam, he pulls up a leg.

1....

Kick out!!!

Chamelion pushes Marxx off of his chest and pushes himself to his feet. Marxx pushes Chamelion down before he can stand all the way up, and elbow drops him back down. Chamelion grabs Marxx's leg, bends it back...and sits down on Marxx's back....
Brian Rentfro: Half Crab! Chamelion is putting on the pressure now. Marxx is so far from the ropes, he's going to tap!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is trying to fight it, he's clawing his way to the ropes...but Chamelion just pulled him back to the center. Marxx is still fighting it!!!

Fans: MARXX!!!! MARXX!!!!! MARXX!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx going on another attempt for the ropes...but Chamelion is grabbing Marxx's other leg...he's twisting him around...he's pushing himself to his feet...another twist...leg in place...

Jon McDaniel: Elevated Boston Crab! Raizzor’s lifting his hand....

1......

Jon McDaniel: Come on Marxx get up!

2.......

Brian Renfro: Come on let it hit!!!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx's hand didn't hit!!! Chamelion is furious! He's wrenching back harder...Marxx is making one last attempt for the ropes...HAND ON THE ROPES!! Chamelion has to break the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion picks Marxx up and locks on a sleeper, he drops it down into a sleeper drop. Chamelion is choking Marxx....but Raizzor isn't having it. Chamelion backs off, but gives his brother a dark stare for it.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion is picking Marxx up once again, body slam. Chamelion picks Marxx up again, Chamelion picks him up in a vertical suplex....Marxx slips out...

Brian Rentfro: Marxx pushes Chamelion into the ropes...Marxx jumps into the air and hits huge drop kick that sends Chamelion barreling over the top rope to the floor! Chamelion is getting ready to slide back in....Baseball slide from Marxx to the forehead of Chamelion. Chamelion goes sailing into the safety rail. Marxx is going to the outside....

1.....

Marxx with one helluva a haymaker to Chamelion....

2.....

Chamelion answers back with a kick to the midsection!

3......

Chamelion with a knee smash to the head of Marxx...

4.......

Marxx right back up to his feet...a shot to the leg of Chamelion...

5........

Marxx with another shot...Chamelion's on the ground!!!

6......

Marxx is up on the apron!

7......

Marxx jumps off with a leg drop.....

8....

Chamelion rolls out of the way...Marxx is holding that leg...Chamelion grabs Marxx and rolls him under the bottom rope. Chamelion ties up with Marxx, T-bone suplex. Chamelion goes up top.....splash to Marxx. Chamelion with a pin....

1.......

2.....

Shoulder up.

Chamelion looks frustrated as he drops down with a chop to the neck of Marxx. He follows up with a leg drop to the throat and goes for another cover.

1.....

kickout!

Chamelion picks Marxx up and drops him down with a shin breaker, Chamelion puts him down and sticks his foot in the back of Marxx and pulls his arms back for a surfboard stretch. Marxx pulls away and makes a leap for the ropes holding his back. Chamelion charges towards him, Marxx ducks, kicks him in the midsection...lifts him up....and connects with a hangman DDT!

1......

2......

Brian Rentfro: Kick out Chamelion!!!

Thre….

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion's foot is on the ropes! Yes!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion is holding his neck but so is Marxx. Both of these men have put each other through hell tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion and Marxx lock-up...Marxx with a neck-breaker...but Chamelion breaks free and hits a neck-breaker drop. Chamelion lifts Marxx back up...reverse DDT! The cover...

1.....

2....

kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx staggers to his feet, as soon as he becomes stable Chamelion whips him into the ropes...Chamelion catches him with a sleeper. Marxx closes his eyes for a second...is he fading?!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx looks like he's going to give....

Jon McDaniel: Marxx....DROPPED THE SLEEPER INTO A JAWBREAKER!!!

Marxx quickly scoops Chamelion up into his arms and hits a fallaway slam. Chamelion somehow hops right back up to his feet and before Marxx can figure out what’s going Chamelion hits the Sweet Sound of Success!

Jon McDaniel: THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

However, the move was a reflex, nothing more, the previous fallaway slam takes effect and Chamelion drops face first next to Marxx, both men completely out!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion can’t capitalize on the move! Raizzor’s circling both men, checking them out, and now begins the mandatory ten count again!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor’s being very methodical in his count, fair and steady… he’s already reached seven!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion is stirring, he drapes an arm over Marxx!

Raizzor drops, and counts.

1

2

Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx avoids the pin!

Jon McDaniel: The slow cover was enough for Marxx, he’s still in the match!

Brian Rentfro: Is he?

Marxx rolls sideways, to get to his feet, as Chamelion is on his hands and knees, drained from the effort. He watches Marxx use the ropes to rise, and shuffles painfully to his feet. Both men meet in the middle, going for a lock up, when Chamelion sneaks behind Marxx for another sleeper hold, intending to finish the job!

Jon McDaniel: NO NOT AGAIN!!!

Brian Rentfro: But Marxx is fighting it...

Marxx somehow gets free and ducks behind Chamelion and locks in his own sleeper hold! Chamelion looks tired...Marxx is wearing him down....when Chamelion yells for Raizzor to check the move! Raizzor does, and in his position misses Chamelion’s next move!

Jon McDaniel: LOW-BLOW!!!!!!!! NO!!!! CHAMELION WITH THE LOW BLOW!!!!

Chamelion then picks Marxx up in a suplex position and hits a devastating brain buster! He covers, arm over Marxx with all the energy he has left.

1......

Jon McDaniel: No!!!

2......

th...Marxx gets his arm on the ropes!

Brian Rentfro: Screw that he had him pinned!

Chamelion picks a tired Marxx up off the ground...and out of no where Marxx counters and hits the Leaving Marxx!

Jon McDaniel: Yes THIS COULD BE IT!!!

But again, as before, the effort to cover is too much… Marxx fell away from Chamelion and lays on his back, breathing hard to regain focus. Chamelion lays on his back as well, eyes glazed, chest heaving. Raizzor begins the ten count, as both men don’t move.

Brian Rentfro: Oh hell, don’t let it end this way!

Raizzor hits eight, and Marxx rolls over, Raizzor drops and hits the canvas!
1

2

3/Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Did he get him!!!?

Raizzor waves it off, holding up two fingers. Marxx can’t believe it, he was sure he had it.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think it could have been any closer!

As both men stand, if that’s the word to use for their wavering posture, Marxx suddenly gets a burst of energy and shouts “PARTY!” before he bounces off the ropes and hits the Party Crasher (grounded Houston Hangover on a standing opponent)! Marxx tries for the cover again, but Chamelion shoulders out, heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Renewed vigor favors Marxx as he grabs Chamelion and flips him over with a snap mare. Marxx then hits the ropes and drop kicks Chamelion in the back of the head! With Chamelion on his back, Marxx knees him in the head with three quick succession strikes! Marxx covers again.

1

2

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion refuses to stay down!

Frustrated, Marxx lifts Chamelion to his feet, and backs him into the corner! A couple knife edge chops gets the crowd WOOOING, before Marxx sends Chamelion to the opposite corner. Chamelion hits chest first, leaving red welts on his front, and Marxx comes rushing in. However, Chamelion gets his wits about him, the pain firing synapses in the brain, and he twists, grabs Marxx by the hair and throws him chest first into the same corner!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion retaliates, but can he keep the momentum his way!?

With Marxx hanging in the corner, Chamelion turns him around and mounts the corner, coming down with haymakers on Marxx’s head! Raizzor comes over, ordering Chamelion down, but his demands get no attention! Raizzor finally grabs Chamelion’s arm to stop the attack and as Chamelion turns to yell at his brother, Marxx grabs Chamelion around the waist and takes two steps out, planting Chamelion onto Marxx’s knee in a very uncomfortable way!

Jon McDaniel: Poetic justice, right there!

Marxx then hits a short arm clothesline on the green around the gills Chamelion and with the Devious one down, Marxx attempts to go for a figure four leg lock! However, Chamelion grabs Marxx and rolls him into a small package!

1

2

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion almost steals the win right there!

Marxx breaks out and jumps to his feet and goes for a knee to the head, but Chamelion avoids it and as Marxx tries to stop his momentum from the dash, Chamelion hops to his feet and strikes with the Sweet Sound of Success! Marxx ducks! Chamelion drops to his feet, his balance skewered and Marxx spins him around and hooks him up! Marxx goes for the Leaving Marxx! As he hooks Chamelion’s head under his arm, Chamelion kicks, breaking free his legs and he twists hard, his feet landing on the canvas, his head slipping free and as Marxx turns, he tries to clothesline Chamelion but Chamelion steps sideways and as Marxx turns.

**SNAP!**

The Sweet Sound of Success connects solidly to Marxx’s chin and he falls backwards like dead weight and Chamelion falls ontop, hooking the near leg!

1

2

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: Out of no where! Somehow Chamelion hit the SOS!

Brian Rentfro: I didn’t even see it coming! I thought Marxx had it right there, he had Chamelion up in the move, but it seems Chamelion had it well scouted this time!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match… CHAMELION!

Raizzor picks his brother up, holding his arm up and Chamelion collapses against his brother’s side, nothing left in him.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx took Chamelion to the limit, and beyond; I think the Devious one knows how close, how VERY close he came to losing this.

Brian Rentfro: And did you realize this? Raizzor remained impartial all the way, and Marxx didn’t seem all that distracted by him.
Jon McDaniel: Yet, one has to wonder; had Marxx hit his move… what would Raizzor have done!?

Stepping away from Raizzor, Chamelion looks towards Marxx as the former world champion slowly stumbles to his feet. Marxx looks towards Chamelion, who looks back, and then Chamelion nods once, a sign of respect, before dropping out of the ring, nothing left in him but to stumble away. Marxx stands there, holding his jaw for a few, before he too, exits the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Excellent match between these two…. And while Marxx may not have gotten ‘payback’ you can tell he stepped it up a great deal.

Jon McDaniel: He did at that, and you know when he’s ready to chase the PWA World Title, he’ll be a very dangerous man! Let’s move on to our next match!

Riona Langly & Emperor Ian vs The Order of Chaos

PWA Tag-Team Championship Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Tag-Team Championships!

The arena roars with approval and anticipation!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challengers… from Chaos……Presenting...

"Last Ones Left(Order of Chaos Remix)" by 2Pac & The Outlawz begins to blare over the arena and the fans are quick to jump to their feet. The strobe lights search the crowd, flashing colors of blue and white.

Eric Emerson: The Army of Honor...

The anticipation is building now as the famed skull and bones logo of the Order begins to appear faintly over the tron.

Eric Emerson: Masakazu...

The fans cheer loudly for his name as the skull and bones over the tron becomes clearer and clearer.

Eric Emerson: Simon Kalis...

The fans erupt into an even louder chorus of cheers as the Order's logo finally appears clearly and fireworks are set off in the center of the stage as both Simon Kalis and his son Masakazu now appear from behind the curtains.

Eric Emerson: THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!

Both men now make their way down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans as they pass by and playing to the crowd until they get into the ring and await the coming fight.

Eric Emerson: And their opponents, introducing first…he is one half of the PWA Tag-Team Champions…. Emperor Ian!

"Manic Depression" by Carnivore plays as Emperor Ian walks to the ring as fast as he can, ignoring the fans.

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 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 next, 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 bounce.

Eric Emerson: "She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 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.

**DING, DING, DING**

Brian Rentfro: As the two teams settle and talk strategy, it appears that Emperor Ian and Simon Kalis will be starting the contest!

Jon McDaniel: This should be a good one!

Ian and Kalis each walk to the center of the ring, and Kalis goes for a grapple, but Ian ducks underneath it then turns around and gets leveled with a big right from Kalis before getting the boots put to him.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis with a chinlock.

Ian breaks free of the chinlock and locks Kalis into a standing wristlock, wrenching the hold in and then dropping the big man to a knee. Ian delivers a pair of short roundhouse kicks to Kalis's upper back, and then swings his free arm over Kalis's shoulder to deliver a trio of back elbows to his face. Ian brings Kalis up, and then whips him into the ropes. Kalis holds onto the top rope as Ian goes for a leapfrog, and then charges, lifting Ian up and then spinning down into a spine buster.

Fans: AAAAAHHH!!

Brian Rentfro: Kalis with the advantage now! I think he didn’t expect this from Ian!

Kalis rises to his knees, quickly surveying the pain he has just wrought, and drops a headbutt into Ian's face before making a cover, hooking both legs. The ref drops for the count, and Riona steps into the ring.

1!

2!

Jon McDaniel: And Riona breaks it up by booting P-Kalis in the head!

The ref begins shouting at Riona to get back on the apron, to which Riona just holds up her arms, nodding his head. Kalis gets behind the ref to flip Riona off, prompting Ian to reach up and uppercut P-Kalis low. Kalis bends over as Riona steps back onto the apron, and Ian tags her in. The ref slaps his hands to signify that he saw the tag, and Riona climbs up to the top as Ian gets on all four's behind P-Kalis, who stands up straight.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona with an Over Castle!

Riona jumps to her feet as Ian steps onto the apron, and drops to a knee, bowing to the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: I think Ian is showing off too much here. Wait, look!

Masakazu boots Riona in the midsection, and then grabs her in a loose front facelock, lifting her up and then dropping her gut across the top rope. Riona gasps for air as the ref yells at Masakazu, who stalks back to the apron, ignoring all of the ref's calls. Kalis gets to his feet and comes over to Riona, grabbing her by the head, and then hits her with a big forearm smash to the upper back, bringing Riona flipping back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis back in control of the flow now as he brings Riona to her feet. A whip to the corner, and Kalis charges in. Big back elbow!

Brian Rentfro: Haha, watch Riona stumble out and fall on her face! I bet that she won't get any modeling jobs if Kalis keeps this up.

Jon McDaniel: Modeling!?

On the apron, Ian shakes all of the cobwebs out, and watches as Kalis brings the boots to Riona's midsection. Ian claps a few times, and then reaches out for the tag as the ref warns him not to enter the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis brings Riona to his corner, and tags in Masakazu.

Masakazu nods to Kalis, who just steps out onto the apron as Masakazu comes in. He grabs Riona in a half rear waistlock, and then nails a backdrop suplex that sends Riona rolling to the middle of the ring. Masakazu brings Riona back to her feet, and then nails a big right hand before sending her into the corner, following in closely with a running high knee to Riona’s face.

Brian Rentfro: Damn! He’s gonna ruin that pretty face of hers!

Jon McDaniel: Masakazu keeps Riona in the corner, and just PUMMELS her with rights and lefts.

Riona suddenly ducks a big right, grabbing Masakazu's legs, and then lifts him up, dropping him face-first into the top turnbuckle, causing Masakazu to back up clutching his nose. Riona quickly nails a jumping uppercut, and then throws Masakazu into the corner, nailing him with a series of forearms, dropping him to a seat.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona manages to turn the momentum, and she quickly turns to tag in Emperor Ian!

Ian and Riona both charge towards Masakazu in the corner, and nail simultaneous basement dropkicks to Masakazu's face.

Brian Rentfro: Excellent tag double teaming! Not technically fair, but they are Rampage!

The ref gets in Riona's face as Riona steps back out onto the apron, and Riona points to Ian and Masakazu as Ian lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Ian goes up top with Masakazu..
.
Ian raises a fist to the crowd......and then leaps up, wrapping his legs around Masakazu's head as he backflips.

Jon McDaniel: Top rope hurricanrana, and Masakazu holds on!

Ian lands on his knees, and then jumps to his feet. He charges towards Masakazu, who blocks a right and then knocks Ian back with one of his own. Masakazu hops down from the top, and Ian turns around only to be scooped up onto Masakazu's shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: Ian’s gonna get buried here!!

Masakazu moves in for a running powerslam. Ian drops down behind the kneeling Masakazu before he can finish the move, and then delivers a pair of forearms to the back of Masakazu's head before hitting the ropes. Ian goes to rebound, but Kalis nails him in the lower back with a kick, causing him to stop in his tracks and hold his kidneys. Ian turns around and swings at Kalis with a big right hand, allowing Masakazu to come up behind him and lock on a rear waistlock.

Ian with a standing switch, Masakazu blocks the German with a pair of back elbows. Front facelock by Masakazu, vertical suplex and Ian crashes to the canvas! Masakazu starts choking Ian, forcing the ref to yell for a break, and Riona begins to step in. Kalis yells at the ref about Riona, who turns to chase her out. With the ref being distracted, Kalis steps into the ring, and then drops a knee across the bridge of Ian's nose, breaking the hold. Kalis begins stomping away on Ian's face before bringing him to his feet, locking him in a chokehold.

Jon McDaniel: And the ref should get his attention back in the game!

Riona exits quickly, seeing her partner being double-teamed by Masakazu and Kalis. Kalis brings Ian to his feet, and nails a vicious knife-edge across his chest, the slap echoing throughout the arena. Masakazu nails Ian with his own knife-edge, prompting Kalis to retaliate with another one of his own.

Brian Rentfro: The Order of Chaos is giving Ian’s chest a whipping!

Masakazu nails another knife-edge, and Riona has had enough, Riona springboards off of the top rope, looking for a dropkick to both Masakazu and Kalis, but they both step out of the way as Riona falls to the mat. Masakazu drops a leg across Riona's throat as the ref turns his attention back to the ring. Kalis smirks, seeing they can really end this, and then drops a leg of his own across Riona's throat.

Jon McDaniel: And now they're trading leg drops to Riona's throat!

Ian pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes, and then charges, nailing Kalis in the back of the head with a diving clothesline, causing Kalis to fall into Masakazu, headbutting him in the forehead in the process. Ian gets up, slapping his own chest, and then brings Kalis to his feet, pummeling him with forearms and toe kicks.

Jon McDaniel: And Ian has snapped!

Ian locks Kalis in a front facelock, draping his arm over his shoulder, and then lifts him up high. Ian's legs start to give out, but Riona gets to his feet, and then helps Ian hold Kalis up straight. Ian nods, and Riona releases as Ian drops Kalis to the mat with a powerslam variation.

Jon McDaniel: Jackhammer by Ian! He hits the ropes...!

Ian comes off the middle rope with a moonsault across Kalis's torso as Masakazu slides in.

Brian Rentfro: What a move from Emperor Ian...but Masakazu sends him out with a big boot!

Riona kicks Masakazu in the back of the knee, hobbling him down, and then delivers a series of mid-level roundhouse kicks to his chest. Riona hits the ropes, and comes back with a huge, stiff enziguri to Masakazu's head.

Jon McDaniel: OUCH!

Masakazu slumps down into the corner, his eyes glazed over, and Riona smiles. Kalis stumbles to his feet behind Riona, The ref finally giving in and letting the four duel it out, and then holds his hand out. Riona turns around, and Kalis nails him with a vicious clothesline.
Brian Rentfro: Short arm clothesline that turns Riona inside out!

Kalis drops down for a cover.

1!

2!

Jon McDaniel: Ian breaks it up!

Ian measures Kalis as he rises, and then lets loose with a sidekick that catches him square in the jaw.

1!

2!

Masakazu grabs Ian by his hair, bringing him to his feet and breaking up the pinfall. He turns Ian towards him, and wraps him up into a special invertabreaker!

Jon McDaniel: The Masadriver!

1!

2!

Riona stumbles to her knees and dives forward, breaking up the pinfall. Masakazu slaps the mat, grabbing Riona by her hair, and brings him up. Masakazu slaps Riona across the face, and Riona replies with a kick to his knee. Masakazu releases Riona's hair, and Riona nails him with a roundhouse kick to the ribs, followed by a rising knee and a downward elbow thrust to the top of Masakazu's head. Masakazu falls to a seated position, dazed, and Riona drops to a knee, shaking out the cobwebs.

Brian Rentfro: Riona had just enough to drop Masakazu, but can’t follow it up!

Jon McDaniel: Here comes Kalis! Riona sees him!

Riona catches Kalis with a boot to the midsection, and then hits the ropes. Kalis drops to a knee as Riona dives for a forearm, and then stands up quick, catching Riona in mid-dive with a Bossman Slam that shakes the ring upon impact.

Brian Rentfro: OUCH! Kalis just planted Riona!

Kalis, shaken by the quick impacts of the match thus far, stands up, and Ian gets to his feet behind him. Kalis turns around and Ian picks him up in a fireman's carry, one hand around Kalis's head.

Jon McDaniel: And he's going for it...!

Suddenly Masakazu is there with the big boot, right into Ian’s face and he falls backwards, taking Kalis with him and both crash painfully! Masakazu spins, and as Riona uses the ropes to pull herself up, Masakazu runs and spears Riona through the ropes and both crash to the floor outside!

Brian Rentfro: Masakazu made the save, and now has taken Riona out of the picture!

Jon McDaniel: This means it comes to whoever can get up first!!

Kalis, dazed from crashing down, rises up and pulls Ian to his feet. At this point, the ref is trying to break up Masakazu and Riona. Kalis sees the opportunity and begins the succession of moves called the Sincerely! Ian is blasted from the moves, his body taking blow after blow. As Kalis begins to finish up the combo, Riona breaks free of Masakazu and slides in, and when Kalis goes for the double feet kick, Riona catches him with a reverse neck breaker!

Brian Rentfro: How the hell did she do that!?

Riona is then pulled out of the ring by Masakazu and they fight at ringside again. In the ring, Ian shakes himself and drops, applying the Imperial Conquest!

Jon McDaniel: This could be it!!!

Kalis struggles, struggles with all his might not to give in to the painful submission move! Suddenly, Masakazu strikes, diving in and breaking the move. Masakazu lifts Ian up and powerbombs him, and as he does this, Riona slips back in and picks Kalis up and quickly puts him back down with the Detanator! She then takes Masakazu over the top rope with a dive, again sending both to the floor!
Brian Rentfro: Ian just needs to cover! That’s all he has to do!

As the ref gets into position, Ian slowly crawls over to Kalis, and rolls onto his back, laying over Kalis and pointing to the air as the ref counts

1!

2!

Suddenly Kalis rolls, grabbing Ian’s arms with his free arm and legs into a cruxify like pin, locking Ian’s shoulders to the mat! The ref scrambles to the new position to see, as Ian struggles!
1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT!?

Jon McDaniel: Kalis just reversed the pin! Ian didn’t expect it! The Order of Chaos wins!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and NEW PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS! The ORDER OF CHAOS!

Riona hears this and turns, shocked. Masakazu grabs the two belts and hurries Kalis out of the ring, and the two quickly traverse the ramp, laughing and celebrating.

Brian Rentfro: I thought Kalis was out cold!

Jon McDaniel: So did Ian! But it appears Kalis has more in him then the two could have thought possible!

Brian Rentfro: Suffice it to say, the Order of Chaos has taken the titles from Riona and Ian… but I smell a re-match sometime down the line!

Jon McDaniel: Those two deserve it, for all they’ve been through…. But as it stands, Kalis and Masakazu are taking the PWA tag titles to Chaos! I guess that means we have to somehow.. get them back!

Brian Rentfro: Riona and Ian are moving up the ramp slowly, shock still sinking in as to what happened. I feel sorry for them, but we gotta move on! The next match... is huge!

DING! DING! DING!

The Phoenix (c) vs Hunter Sullivan

GWA Global Title Match


Tamara Christopher-Onassi stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Tamara begins her announcement.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, disqualification, pinfall, or submission. Entering first from Corner Brook, Newfoundland, Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN

*The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in
a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cuts off.

The Final Countdown by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC-Tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix then comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Introducing next… from Orlando, Florida by way of St. Louis, Missouri… PWA Hall of Famer…the Global champion, the Phoenix, ROB ROBINSON!!

Hunter flicks his wrist around a little as he pastes back and forth in his corner. He keeps a keen eye on former Pantheon leader Robinson, who acts a little cocky talking with his personal referee Alec Wilcox. Robinson and his cocky persona show off, irritating his opponent across the ring. Wilcox moves to the center of the ring with the Global championship and raises it up for the fans and both competitors in the match. Alec calls both men forward, Hunter smiles and does so accordingly, Robinson does so with a slight swagger to his walk, the cocky ‘I’m going to win’ attitude flaunts on Hunters nerves. Wilcox looks to Hunter and recites the rules and then turns to Robinson and does the same asking both is they have questions. Hunter seems to be mumbling something to Robinson as both of them seem to share a few comments back and forth.

Hunter smirks slowly walking backwards to the corner he originated from. Robinson looks a little more off center by the smirk but shakes it off as he returns to his corner. Wilcox walks to the ropes and passes the belt to a PWA stagehand who places it on a table next to the announce table.

Tear Gutter: Both men share some words in the center of the ring that I didn’t quite catch.

Jester Jay: Nothing short of trash talk I assure you. But if I may predict; Robinson walks away with his belt again tonight, and Hunter goes on to hit a yearlong PPV loss streak. Nothing new is going to happen tonight to change that.

Tear Gutter: I’m going to agree with you a little here tonight Brian, Sullivan has made few friends here in PWA, and the ones he has made he turns on. He’s all about number one, and I hope Robinson takes this chance to show him up.

Hunter and Robinson glare at each other as Wilcox looks out of the ring at the time keeper wagging his finger to hit the bell.

DING

Hunter smirks as he moves in on his opponent, low to the ground, Robinson matches and both of them move in close reaching out in a test. The scene looks like something out of the Olympics as both men pat at the wrists of the other, looking for an opening. Hunter takes a grip at Robinson and suddenly breaks for the legs for a takedown! Robinson shifts ALL his weight onto Hunter and puts his legs back, bringing Hunter into a front facelock. The counter pushes Hunter flat to the canvas but doesn’t last long as Hunter breaks the fingers locked under his chin and rolls, pushing himself up and pounces on top of his opponent, Robinson, whom had made the appropriate movements, in a waist lock. Robinson quickly breaks the fingers just as easily as Hunter previously had and wraps around in a switch for his own waist lock. Hunter brings both men to a vertical before tucking one arm in under Robinsons locked arms. Backing into the ropes Hunter uses the rebound’s momentum and the break in the fingers to flip Robinson to the side by his arm in a unique looking arm drag/hiptoss. Hunter tries to combo into an armbar but Robinson doesn’t let it happen as he rolls away and jumps to his feet. Hunter meets him and both of them lock up harshly into an elbow collar.

Jester Jay: Both even as we open up with chains.

Tear Gutter: Hunter once told me there are only a few people who have ever matched him on the mat. I think he might want to add another to that list tonight; the Phoenix is matching him at each turn.

Hunter swiftly turns the lock up into a leg sweep, dropping into a pin. Robinson pushes out quickly before Wilcox can much more then drop to the mat. In pushing Hunter off he spurts back to his feet finding himself met by a drop toe hold slamming him to the mat before he knows what’s going on. Hunter follows up rolling along Robinson’s body ending in a side headlock. Robinson struggles in the hold but swiftly moves himself back to his feet and nails in a few elbow shots before he brings both men into the ropes and whips Hunter across the ring. Hunter rebounds and nearly gets nailed by a clothesline but ducks the maneuver and stops dead directly behind the champion. Robinson turns not wanting his back to the opponent and finds himself dropped to the mat in a side headlock takedown! Being on his back this time around Robinson tosses up his legs and wraps Hunter into a head scissors. Hunter struggles in the move before positioning himself correctly where he places his feet on Robinsons ankles, pushing down on them and the knees with his hands. The attempt pries apart the legs and Hunter slowly raises his head with a smirk, looking at Robinson who doesn’t hold the same cocky look as he did earlier. This brings Hunter confidence until Robinson suddenly smirks, punching Hunter straight in the face putting him back in the head scissors! Wilcox warns the champion who merely leans back and pressures the move as much as he can.

Jester Jay: Ha, Robinson simply outsmarts the Viper with that last counter.

Tear Gutter: Well all he did was punch him in the face, but I can’t argue its effectiveness.

Hunter, a little angry from the hold, moves himself around and looks for another way out. Finding his next method the Viper plants his hands and tries to handstand, looking to use the momentum of dropping back down to pull his head out. Robinson simply stops the hold and pulls his legs back, plowing both feet into the shoulders, bringing Hunter down on his back In a pin. Wilcox manages a 1 count before Hunter claps his feet together and nails Robinson in the side of the head. Hunter rolls backwards and Robinson spurts to his feet only for Hunter to drop him back down with a beautiful dropkick. Robinson scurries to his feet too soon as he staggers a bit and finds himself pushed into the ropes and whipped across the ring. Hunter goes half way and awaits Robinson’s return with his arm outstretched, looking for what seems like a hip toss. This doesn’t pan out as Robinson merely hooks the ropes and stops himself. Hunter snarls as he charges, only for Robinson to drop down hooking the top rope, sending Hunter in all his momentum to the outside. Well, that’s what Robinson thinks. Hunter with both hands on the tops ropes regains himself as if he was in a Battle royal and gets his footing on the apron. Robinson walks away from the ropes, pointing to his head in a sign that he is too smart for Hunter, however, the oncoming irony about to set him straight.

Tear Gutter: Sullivan caught himself on the apron, and it really doesn’t look like Robinson has noticed.

Jester Jay: Yeah Robinson, you’re a smart man, but unless your turn around you’re about to be a very hurt man.

Robinson doesn’t follow advice having his back to his opponent, Hunter takes advantage and springboards off the top rope swinging himself around the side of Robinson with the hand in the air. Hooking the arm, Hunter hits the mat and more or less slams Robinson to the mat with a high throttle arm drag! The Viper takes advantage and chains through the interesting move with an armbar. Robinson is shaken but is brought back to alertness with the sting of the arm submission. Shaking off the impact Robinson tries to move to his feet and does so successfully, irish whipping the challenger across the ring. Taking note out of Robinson’s playbook Hunter hooks the ropes. Robinson charges and déjà vu looks just about to set in when Hunter drops the top rope. Robinson see’s it coming and smirks stopping and waving his finger at Hunter who gets a running boot for his effort. Hunter drops through the second rope and rolls himself the outside looking into the ring at his opponent.

Jester Jay: And Robinson actually does outsmart Sullivan this time, no springboards involved.

Tear Gutter: Indeed, he makes up for his former mistakes and sends Sullivan to the outside.

Jester Jay: That’s what happens when you try to use Robinsons own idea against him. It fails.

Hunter walks around the outside and Wilcox starts a fast count already reaching 3. Hunter moves to get back in and Robinson merely lets him, backing off. Back in the ring Hunter loses his smirk and the ‘Game face’ breaks in. This is the point where Hunter definitely will be taking things to a farther extreme. Robinson stays cocky as he moves in to lock up with Hunter once again. Hunter quickly takes advantage and pushes Robinson into the turnbuckle, winding back and slapping in a chop. The fans ‘oOo’ along with the chop as it is followed up by another and another. Robinson winces as he gets slapped across the chest, however, counters, grabbing Hunter and switching their places in the corner. Robinson returns the chops as stiffly as he can manage and Hunter winces in the same way Robinson had. Looking to regain himself Hunter switches up once again for another few chops. Hunter speeds up and gains the upper hand quickly, only to be halted in one feel swoop as Robinson simply pokes Hunter in the eyes! Wilcox doesn’t call it, but It doesn’t matter as Robinson jumps up onto the second rope and leaps, nailing a face smothering spring board bulldog! Robinson rolls Hunter over and hooks for a pin. A speedy 2 count and Hunter kicks out! Robinson doesn’t stop to complain or question and drags Hunter to his feet, grabbing Hunter into a back suplex, lifting him up for a belly to back! Hunter lands on his feet countering out of the attempt. Quickly Hunter grabs Robinson in a reverse waist lock and pushes him into the ropes and rolls back into a rollup, bridge!

ONE.....
TWO.....
Kick-out!

Jester Jay: Close call on both ends. A nice bulldog and a clever roll up just nearly won this match for both men!

Tear Gutter: Anything about that ref striking you odd.

Jester Jay: Nothing out of the ordinary for Wilcox.

Tear Gutter: That’s what I was afraid of.

Pushing out of the pin Robinson uses the ropes to quickly get to his feet. Hunter had rolled away a bit and done the same, leaving both men to lock up in the middle of the ring again. Hunter gains the advantage as normal bringing Robinson into an arm wrench, twisting the arm. Robinson makes a counter into his own arm wrench, rolling forward and quickly twirling. Not to be outdone Robinson moves into a hammer lock and tries to outdo the self proclaimed technical icon. Hunter won’t allow it as he pushes back and moves into his very own hammerlock. Hunter smiles at Robinson as he squirms in the hold, trying to hit an elbow. Hunter catches the elbow and locks in a half nelson! Robinson can’t respond to the move in time and Hunter lifts him up and goes for a slam! Half-Nelson slam! NO, Arm bar DDT! Hunter makes a small grunt of pain as Robinson counters shifting into a fujiwara armbar! Hunter claws the mat as Robinson wrenches the arm and works over the shoulder of the Viper. They are both center ring, which leaves no room to move much of anywhere, but Hunter tries nonetheless. Sullivan starts to squirm his body towards the rope, and in fear that Hunter might actually make it, Robinson breaks the hold. Hunter isn’t safe however, as Robinson kicks the arm and drags the man to his feet, pulling him to the ropes in violent tugs. Once at the ropes Robinson takes Hunter’s arm and wraps it around the top rope, using the rope as a pivot point for an armbar. Wilcox can’t ignore the move but does what he can and makes a slow count for the DQ. Hunter catches on and knows he’s gotta break this on his own or face a handicap. With one brunt pull Hunter pulls back and nails Robinson in the face with an elbow. The move dazes the champ as he turns around holding his nose. Wilcox scolds the challenger about the elbow to which Hunter looks at him with a scowl, telling him to fuck off. Wilcox looks a little stunned as Hunter grabs Robinson in a half-nelson running forward in a half nelson bulldog! The Viper keeps the half-nelson in and turns Robinson over in classic mat wrestling fashion. Wilcox is reluctant to make the count but does so slowly.

ONE....
TWO......
KICK-OUT!

Tear Gutter: Wilcox sticks with his slow counts for Robinson and Hunter keeps fighting through them. Hunter is also keeping with some nice Half-Nelson workings.

Jester Jay: First of all, what slow counts?! Alec is calling this calling this right down the middle and always have. Second, I agree, Sullivan is showing some nice control of the Half-Nelson. It is his bread and butter of holds.

Tear Gutter: Come on you can’t tell me you don’t see it.

Jester Jay: Would GWA send a biased Referee?

Hunter looks to take advantage of Robinson being on the mat and heads for the top rope. Climbing up he perches himself and takes aim, except Robinson is already to his feet and makes a charge! Hunter leaps off and jumps over Robinson, avoiding the attack. Robinson turns around and gets nailed by a stellar armdrag that dazes the champion. Robinson slowly starts to move to his feet but doesn’t seem to be moving fast enough for the challenger who grabs him into a front chancery and snaps back in a snap suplex! Hunter twirls his legs and moves to his feet for what looks like another suplex. Hunter delivers as he lifts for another suplex! Hunter stalls it! Hunter holds Robinson in the air and walks forward keeping Robinson balanced. Fans start counting along with the stall.

1
2
3
4
5
6
7!
8!!
9!!!
10~!!!
SLAM!

Hunter doesn’t go for the cover as he spurts the ropes and returns with a swift legdrop, turning into a cover. Wilcox drops for a slow count.

1....
2....
Kick-out!

Hunter gets up and looks at the ref and gets in his face. As he’s mouthing off Hunter gets caught off-guard as Robinson grabs him from behind in a schoolboy roll up! Shades of their match at retribution!

ONE..
TWO..
THRE-Kick-out!

Jester Jay: Hunter needs to stop complaining about every single call that Wilcox makes! If he loses this match it’ll be his own damn fault.

Tear Gutter: Maybe if Wilcox called something without biased Hunter wouldn’t have to. But in all respect, I do agree with you. If he keeps getting distracted like this, he’s going to cost himself the match and the belt.

Hunter spurts back to his feet after kicking out and Robinson does much the same snorting and licking his lips. Hunter knows how this is going to be and knows he has himself in a handicap. Wrestling a straight match in general would prove to be a hard task against Robinson, but with the Ref tilted in his favour he is going to have to end this match on a certainty. Hunter moves back and Robinson smiles as he can almost see the gears turning in his head and his emotions getting the better of him, a clear advantage. Hunter shares an evil eye to the ref before he circles and locks up with the champion. Robinson gains the first advantage, perhaps showing Hunters weakness in emotions. Robinson rolls back and kicks away one hand of his opponent and pushes himself back up into an arm wrench. Robinson works over the arm some more. The Phoenix keylocks the arm and brings it over Hunters head, placing his leg strategically behind Hunters knee. Hunter finds himself slowly being pushed back into an arch, more and more until he finds himself in a bridging position. Hunter shows great strength as he holds himself up and actually starts to fight back, but not wanting to be shown up Robinson kicks the back of the leg sweeping Hunter flat to his back. Quickly following up Robinson drops a leg on the arm before getting back to a vertical and dropping a knee onto the arm. Hunter holds his arm next to his body in pain, but Robinson pries it away and tugs him towards the corner. Robinson sets him up in the corner before kneeing him a few times to daze him for the oncoming move. Robinson moves across the ring and the fans start up the chant.

Fans: PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX!

With that Robinson runs across the ring and nails Hunter across the cheek with his boot, catching himself in the ropes. Robinson stays there and milks the cheers that are actually for him as he hits the boot. Hunter holds his face in pain as he kicks at the mat.

Jester Jay: That’s more like it, Hunter is down from a sweet kick.

Tear Gutter: I’m not sure.. but.. I think the fans are behind the Phoenix in this match...

Jester Jay: You know, I noticed that to.

Robinson taunts the crowd a bit as he gets off the ropes, grabbing Hunter by the foot as he does. Robinson drags Hunter center ring and drops down for a pin attempt.

1..
2..
Kick-out !

Robinson looks displeased as he gets to his feet and lifts Hunter up with him, looking to add more to the damage. This doesn’t work as Hunter drops to his knees and hits a jaw breaker on the champion. Dazing Robinson, Hunter runs to the ropes and returns nailing a bulldog knocking the Champ to the mat. Not stopping there Hunter runs the ropes and returns with a senton dropping quickly on Robinson’s back. Robinson doesn’t look like he’s about to stay down and Hunter stalks him waiting for him to get to his feet. Robinson half way up, finds out why as Hunter spurts forward and locks in a half-nelson, pulling Robinson to a vertical. He looks like he’s about to launch into a suplex when a well placed elbow buys the champ enough time to perform a standing switch. Robinson chained the move bringing Hunter into a full-nelson, locking the submission on tight! Hunter struggles in the hold as Robinson pressures down tight on the back of the neck. Hunter doesn’t let himself fall victim to the move and thrusts backwards hard and rams the turnbuckle knocking the grip loose. Hunter repeats the smash until he’s free. Robinson is dazed in the corner as Hunter runs across the ring and turns around running back smashing Robinson with a running European uppercut!

Tear Gutter: Hunter takes back his advantage and makes good use of it.

Jester Jay: Indeed he does, that was an impressive uppercut. Robinson isn’t out of this just yet though, you can never count him out.

Tear Gutter: I don’t know, both men look like they are at the point of tiring out.

Robinson staggers out of the corner and right into Hunters grasp as he Irish whips the champion across the ring. Robinson is about to hit the opposite side when he takes the ropes and leaps up and over a charging Sullivan. Taking his opportunity, Robinson scoops up Sullivan and drops him on the turnbuckle with snake eyes! Hunter staggers out of the ropes holding his face as Robinson runs the ropes and comes back nailing a perfect flying forearm! Hunter hits the mat and holds his head, rolling on the mat a bit. Robinson stands back up and staggers on his feet a bit looking towards Wilcox and slurring his speech a bit as he speaks. Telling him he’s going to end this now. Robinson points to the top turnbuckle and heads towards it, slowly climbing up, glancing back a little, looking down into the ring at his opponent. Robinson pats his elbow for a moment before spitting to the side. He takes his elbow pad and starts to remove it pulling it right off his arm, tossing it out to the fan side area. Standing up straight he looks down at his target.. ONLY FOR HUNTER TO PUSH WILCOX INTO THE ROPES! Wilcox hits the ropes and Robinson is left to fall directly down upon his beloved family jewels. Wilcox looks at Hunter and scolds him for touching a ref as Hunter staggers to the turnbuckle, grabbing Robinson by the neck and the pants, tossing him off the top rope and into the center of the ring! Robinson holds his back in pain as he kicks at the mat, trying to bring himself to his feet. Hunter smirks as he stalks the champion, his leg ready to strike. Robinson starts to rise to his feet and turns into a VIPER SNA- Robinson dodges back and Hunter slams the mat with his foot, trying to catch his balance. Robinson turns Hunter around, booting him in the stomach as he pulls him into a standing head scissors! THE FLAM- HUNTER GRABS ROBINSON BY THE ANKLES AND TRIPS HIM BACKWARDS.... TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

Jester Jay: Oh no! Sullivan has got the cloverleaf locked in center ring!

Tear Gutter: You’re right and I don’t have a clue how Robinson is going to manage to escape. He is, what must look like to him, miles from the ropes!
Robinson claws at the mat in desperation as he tries with all he can to shift either which way for a rope break. Wilcox grits his teeth and gets in Rob’s face and asks him if he wants to quit. There is no way around this if he taps out right here in the middle of the ring, he’ll have lost. Robinson knows just as much, using the pain endurance that got him through such matches as Dome of Destruction to hold in there. Hunter arches back and couldn’t be in a better place physically and mentally, he’s almost assured that he has the match in his back pocket. Rob starts to crawl towards the ropes, inch by inch and the fans start pounding the barricade and stomping their feet trying to help out the Phoenix in some sort of moral support. It’s almost an exotic feeling to the man as he starts to move slowly but progressively towards the ropes. A finger tip away... and he is almost there!! HUNTER PULLS AWAY! The fans stand and let out a bellowing boo that rains the ring. Robinson grabs his mask and grips trying to fight the pain. Hunter arches back and moves to a little more vertical placing almost all the pressure on the back.

Tear Gutter: Hunter has the move locked in hard and Robinson still can’t break it!

Jester Jay: He better break it soon, or it’s going to break him!

Robinson makes one last effort to counter the move. With Hunter at a higher vertical he is given a small gap in the legs to turn himself over in, AND HE DOES. Robinson makes the turn, and then he twirls, grabbing the legs, bringing down Hunter in a ball. Roll up!

ONE..
TWO..
KICK-OUT!

Hunter pushes himself out of the pin in shock. Rob holds his back in pain as he rolls to the outside trying to get away from his opponent. Hunter looks at Wilcox for a moment but knows it wasn’t his fault, Rob actually escaped. Hunter grows irritated as he rolls to the outside he is going after that son of a bitch. The Phoenix leans against the apron and holds his back, eyeing Hunter as he comes towards him. The Phoenix prepares to mount a defense and launches a right hand that knocks Hunter across the face. Sullivan returns with one of his own, and it staggers Robinson back, the champ is too dazed from the submission to mount back another counter and leaves Hunter to knock in a few left hands. Smirking, the Viper grabs Robinson by the arm and whips him into the rubber barricade. A large thump and cry of pain later and Rob is back to his feet via Hunter’s grip and sent into another barricade. Robinson holds his back in pain as he tries to pry himself up off the ground. Fans pat him on the back but the support doesn’t do him much as Hunter grabs him and scoops him up, ramming into the steel poll! Hunter drops Rob and rolls in, then out of the ring restarting the count.

Jester Jay: This is exactly why people call Hunter the Viper, he hurt Rob’s back and now he’s damn near destroying it.

Tear Gutter: I’m going to have to agree; Robinson needs to get back in this and turn it around.

Hunter grabs Robinson and locks him in a front waist lock before spurting forward and ramming him into the apron. Robinson staggers away from the apron and holds his back. Hunter won’t let him go far as he grabs the champ and pushes him against the steel turnbuckle poll. Sullivan taunts to the fans and moves away before spurting back to his opponent with a clotheslin-dodge! Hunter smashes into the steel arm first with a resounding ‘Oooh’ from the fans. Robinson takes advantage right away and takes the arm, smashing it back into the steel, and again, and a third time. Hunter curses loudly as he holds his arm to his side. Rob steals back the momentum grabbing the Viper and lifting him up over the barricade, crotching him there. The fans grow interested as Rob rolls into the ring and then out onto the matting, letting the count restart. Rob looks at Hunter who squints having hurt his important parts being crotched on the barricade. Robinson doesn’t give any slack and jumps onto the barricade and delivers a face smashing enzuguri! Hunter collapses into the fans and a small ‘This is awesome chant builds up around them. Rob swiftly gets back into the ring and motions to Wilcox to count Hunter out.

Tear Gutter: Robinson is trying for the count out victory here tonight, and I can’t help but think this would be a horrible ending to what is already an outstanding match.

Jester Jay: I could care less how he does it, as long as he retains and keeps the title here tonight!

ONE......
Hunter doesn’t seem to be stirring
TWO.......
Still nothing
THREE......
Fans are surrounding the downed wrestler.
FOUR.....
Hunter takes hold of a steel chair next to him and starts to pull himself up.
FIVE.......
Sullivan looks dazed and confused as he gets to his feet.
SIX.......
Finding his barring he grabs the barricade and merely topples over it to ringside.
SEVEN........
Hunter crawls himself towards the ring but he is doing so at snail speed. Rob looks almost worried
EIGHT....
Hunter reaches the apron and grabs it pulling himself up.
NINE.....
Rob tells Wilcox to hurry up but it’s too late as Hunter rolls into the ring!

Jester Jay: Sullivan makes it, and neither Rob nor I are too pleased about that.

Tear Gutter: Well it doesn’t matter diddly squat what you think about that, just call the match.

Robinson moves in stomping at a dazed Viper, after a few stomps it’s easy to tell that the back is handicapping his movement. Sullivan looks like he is trying to get to his feet but the stomps halt his progress. Phoenix ceases the stomps and grabs Hunter by his hair, pulling him up to his feet. Looking to worsen the hurt on the arm; Rob places Hunter into a Hammerlock. This acts as only the start as Rob places his head under the locked arm and lifts up, dropping with a stinging belly to back hammerlock suplex. A quick pin and Hunter kicks out at the two count. Not feeling to surprised Rob lifts Hunter back to his feet, pushing him up against the ropes, using the momentum he whips Hunter across the ring waiting for the rebound before charging with a LARIA-NO! Hunter ducks it and comes up from behind with a Half-Nelson. HALF-NELSON BACK BREAKER! Hunter dives for the pin and Wilcox drops slowly for the count.

ONE.....
TWO.....
Wilcox looks worried as he drops his hand down for the three count
THREE!! NO!! Rob Kicked-out!

Hunter looks at Wilcox with an evil glare spitting on the mat, angry that this never ended the match. Rob on the other hand is holding his back in pain kicking at the mat with heavy breaths.

Jester Jay: I’m going to agree with the look on Sullivan’s face, I can’t believe Rob kicked out.

Tear Gutter: He might have done it if Wilcox counted normally. BUT, Rob is hurting here though, It may not have ended the match but it surely took its toll.

Hunter smirks shaking off the fact that the match is still going on, looking to follow up and take advantage of the situation. Rob who rolled over on his stomach holds his back, only to give Hunter a prime opportunity. Stepping on the champion’s legs he bends the shins back and hooks the foot against his own shins. Hunter stands up vertically and the fans know what he’s going for, if for nothing more than the Viper like smirk. Hunter takes hold of Robinsons arm, bending it back, reaching and obtaining the other. The Viper leans back and with an oooo cry, rolling onto his back hoisting Rob up into the air. Surfboard maneuver locked in and Hunter enjoys every moment, bopping Robinson up and down in pain. Hunter rolls him back down to the mat after a few moments and lets go of the hold, only to jump up and smash the knees into the canvas! Ouch. Looking to hit a high impact move and finally end this match Hunter points to the turnbuckle and starts climbing up. Fans get behind the idea, loving any sort of high risk. Hunter smirks as he gets on his perch and readies himself for the launch---punch in the face! Robinson is to his feet and stalls the challenger as he starts to climb up the turnbuckle looking eye to eye with the Viper. Headbutt! Headbutt! Hunter retorts with a left hand punch and there is warfare on the top turnbuckle! Rob starts gaining an advantage as he sends in a few elbows and headbutts. Hunter looks loopy as Robinson perches himself on the top rope, hooking Hunter into a front chancery...... SKY HIGH SUPERPLEX~~`!!!!!

Jester Jay: THIS IS IT HERE FOLKS! No way Hunter is kicking out of that!

Tear Gutter: I hate to burst your bubble Brian but that impact took the life out of both men, just look at them, neither is moving!

Jon is right as Wilcox moves in and checks on Robinson. The assaults on his back combined with the superplex took its toll on the champion who can’t find it within himself to get back to his feet and take advantage of his move. Hunter looks out cold as he looks skyward at the ceiling lights. Fans are chanting ‘Holy Shit’ as Wilcox checks on Hunter who looks like the prime example of the lights are on but nobody’s home cliché. Wilcox gets to his feet and is forced to a decision and starts the K.O count.

1....
2.....
3.....
4....
5....
6...
Hunter and Phoenix both are stirring and are basically using each other to get to their feet.
7..
8..

Hunter and Phoenix lean on each other as they finally get off the mat and Wilcox stops the count. Alec backs off and lets the two men go back to battling each other and they do just that as Rob leans back and lands a sloppy tired elbow. Hunter staggers back and comes back with one much the same, Robinson with his own elbow, Hunter with his. Phoenix starts getting an advantage as he delivers a few more steady shots pushing Hunter into the ropes. One more brute elbow and Robinson sends Hunter across the ring, he waits for a rebound and speeds in for another try at the LARIA-No hunter ducks and comes in from behind with another Half-Nelson, HALF NELSON BAC- Rob takes the momentum of the lift and swings behind Hunter in a crucifix roll-up!!

ONE..
TWO ..
KICK-OUT

Jester Jay: Dear lord, this match is going to the extreme here as Sullivan nearly drops Rob in another back breaker!

Tear Gutter: This is indeed match of the night material, this is the type of stuff that Sullivan brags about, this is why people hold him in such high wrestling regard.

Jester Jay: This is the type of match that shows why Rob is a Hall of Famer, multi-time world champion, and former head of the Pantheon. This type of match is why Manitoba Mayhem has been held in such high regard.

Robinson staggers to his feet using the ropes with Hunter doing much of the same as both men look tired and reaching the end of their abilities. Hunter breaths hard as he looks across the ring glaring at his opponent, Rob shares the glare as eyes meet. The Phoenix and the Viper leave their corners and meet up in the center of the ring locking up in the center. Rob’s wounded back gives him the disadvantage as he is pressured back into the ropes. Robinson switches around rolling along the ropes, back and forth until Rob finds himself backed into the corner. Wilcox moves in and breaks the two men up due to the rope break but this doesn’t stop Hunter as he makes a go for a cheap shot. Robinson avoids it moving out of the way and forcing Hunter into the turnbuckle instead. The Phoenix lets off a series of step jabs rocking Hunter around in the corner. Sullivan looks groggy as Rob takes his arm and pulls it on top of his shoulder, turning around, lifting, and finally dropping with a horrid arm breaker! Hunter curses loudly but Robinson only repeats and does the same move a second time. Tossing the arm to the side Rob moves on, snapmaring Hunter over head. With a swift few kicks to the arm Hunter really starts to feel the pain swell up. Rob looks to take full advantage of the situation and rushes the ropes, Hunter starts to move to his feet but it doesn’t help him any when Robinson returns nailing a sweet shinning wizard Enzuguri to the arm!

Tear Gutter: Rob focuses on the arm here and gained himself an advantage. I’d say even the odds but with Wilcox calling the match I don’t think Robinson needs that much more of an advantage.

Jester Jay: Will you quit already? Wilcox has been calling a tight match. As for Rob, he’s wrestling a good match here, any advantage can be used to turn this in his favor, and that’s a good thing.

In pain Hunter retreats from the ring, holding his arm. Robinson oddly doesn’t follow after him, instead he turns in direction of the turnbuckle and heads towards it. Wilcox starts a count as The Phoenix starts to undo the buckle padding! Having removed the padding, Robison tosses it to the outside, turning his attention back to his opponent. Rolling outside the ring, Rob goes after Hunter who fails to defend himself in time, becoming aquatint with the apron soon after. Hunter finds himself rolled into the ring, sinister plans about to unveil as Robinson rolls in after. Turning around Wilcox takes notice of the turnbuckle pad and merely ignores it as if he hadn’t seen it. Sullivan starts to get to his feet wobbling as his does, still holding his arm in pain. Robinson finally goes to bring the turnbuckle into play as he grabs his opponent and Irish whips him towards the corner! No, Hunter turns around the momentum and whips Robinson into the corner with all his might! Robinson hits back first and flips over the top in classic HBK style tumbling out of the ring to the matting.

Tear Gutter: Robinson finds himself flying over the top turnbuckle! His plan backfires as the champ is now feeling the after effects.

Jester Jay: Ouch is all I really have to say about that.

Hunter gets back to his feet and moves to the ropes pulling back on the top rope eyeing Robinson as he holds his back and starts to rise up. TWIRLING CROSS BODY! Hunter plants the maneuver and rolls away from the damage zone, using the barricade to pull himself back to his feet. Rob looks all a flutter in pain as Wilcox looks out a little distressed. Hunter moves over to the victim of the crossbody and pries him off the mats rolling him into the ring. The Viper follows him in and quickly hooks a leg for a cover.

ONE.....
TWO....
Kick-out!

Hunter curses having failed to end the match yet. He gets to his feet wondering what it’s going to take for him to put away this man. The Viper looks around and eyes the removed turnbuckle pad, moving over towards it with a dastardly smirk on his face he starts to undo the second padding. Wilcox starts to scorn the wrestler but doesn’t do anything too drastic about the situation, apparently not wanting to have this match end so abruptly. Sullivan tosses the padding away as he grabs Rob by the mask and tugs him towards the removed padding placing his head resting against the steel.

Tear Gutter: I don’t think I’ve seen this one before Brian, what’s he doing here?

Jester Jay: Hell if I know, not common that a wrestler removes the second pa- Oh...Oh no.

With that sentiment of worry Jon looks towards the ring and see’s exactly what has him all a-worry. Hunter is rubbing his leg as he moves across the ring smirking cheek to cheek, turning around and calling for the move.

Tear Gutter: He’s going for the Viper snap right into the exposed steel, this can NOT end well.

Jester Jay: Come on Rob, move, get out of the way!

Hunter moves in a spurt across the ring and makes for the VIPER SNAP!!!! HITTING TURNBUCKLE ONLY! Rob rolls away from the impact and spurts to his feet. Hunter catches his balance but it doesn’t help him at all as Robinson grabs in from behind, lifting up and smashing him forward! FACEBUSTER ON THE EXPOSED STEEL!

Jester Jay: Holy shit, Hunter is busted wide open from the shot, this is it Rob, pin ‘em pin ‘em!

Robinson pulls Hunter back away from the ropes and hooks him in a pin as the Viper’s face starts to fill up on the crimson mask.
ONE..
TWO..

Jester Jay: THREE!!!

Kick-Out!

Jester Jay: WHAT!

Rob show’s the exact same expression on his face as he looks down at the Viper who wipes his forehead in a daze. Nothing but instinct just saved him this match because, by the look on his face, he doesn’t even know he’s in a match anymore. Robinson stands up and walks around holding his head as a feeling of rage starts to build up in him. He snorts and turns back to his opponent and taking a page out of the Viper’s handbook starts to go viciously after the hurt arm. Stomps after stomps Robinson just keeps at it channeling all his anger out into the arm. The Phoenix leaps and drops a knee on the arm, he jumps up once more and hits another. Trying to get away from the assault Hunter grabs the ropes and starts to get to his feet. The rope break causes Robinson to back for a moment but it doesn’t last long before Robinson moves back in and grabs Hunters wounded arm jerking it several times over, hitting an arm break off his shoulder, shades of earlier. Rob has enough of this bull and steps over the arm and rolls dragging Hunter to the canvas in a CROSS ARMBAR!

Tear Gutter: This is it, Hunter is trapped center ring in, his arm twisted every which way.

Jester Jay: I knew it, it was only a matter of time.

Hunter bellows out in pain as the arm is contorted and twisted. The Viper fails in preventing the lock from being fully placed in and squirms in the middle of the ring. Unlike Rob earlier in the match, there is no fan cheering for him to break the hold, no man biting their tongue, only cheers toppling over cheers as Hunter raises his hand and hits the mat once, in frustration. The irony of Hunter removing Figgins from action this way comes back to haunt him as he is in danger of having himself tap out to the same hold. Hunter lifts his arm and debates tapping out, he brings it down but stops biting his lip as he tries to counter. Sullivan shifts his weight and moves to his knees, trying to move to a vertical. Rob holds in the submission, not letting the Viper get away from the hold. He crosses his legs modifying the hold, pressuring the arm. Hunter suddenly smirks at Rob whose eyes widen realizing what he had just done! Hunter uses his free arm and hooks the leg, grabbing his trapped arm by the wrist, turning the move! Rob fights back, he won’t let himself fail but he’s in a bad position, he can’t fight it as Hunter makes a full step over breaking his arm out of the submission and locking in the TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!!

Tear Gutter: H-How did he do that!

Jester Jay: Sullivan shows his mastery of the Texas clover and his mastery of counters with the ultimate momentum shift here tonight!

Tear Gutter: I’d say this is the end, but I’ve been wrong each time I’ve said it so far.

Hunter arches the hold back and Robinson slams the mat in frustration and pain. Wilcox gets down and asks Rob if he wants to tap, a resounding no is the reply. Rob shifts his elbow forward, and his other as if he was trudging through the mud, trying to get to the ropes. Sullivan arches and tries to put all the pressure he can on the back and force the submission, Rob just won’t have it and he reaches out.. ROPE BREAK!!

Jester Jay: YES!

Tear Gutter: Well I’ll be, the match goes on and both wrestlers are still in this, both broken and battered.

Hunter simply falls forward the blood loss showing it’s evidence as the ring starts to show spots of tainted crimson. Rob isn’t very speedy to his feet as he grabs the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Half way to his feet the Phoenix staggers and falls back down to his knees. Both wrestlers are panting hard and are showing issue with the simplest of tasks, standing up. Hunter pushes himself up to his knees and slowly to his feet, staggering like he was intoxicated into the ropes, using them to hold himself up. Rob manages to get back up to his feet and backs into his corner, looking across the ring at Sullivan who’s chest is filling up with his own blood. Rob shakes his head and tries to knock some sense back into himself.


Hunter staggers out of his corner and Robinson does as well. They move closer to each other until they are in striking range and WHAM, a sloppy right! Hunter returns with a sloppy left. Both men look like they are standing on spaghetti legs as they fight to maintain balance after each punch. Hunter throws and left and a right and starts to push Robinson back, but the Phoenix fights back, grabbing Hunter by the head and ramming it with a headbutt. Hunter drops to a knee and stands back up finding himself hit with an elbow, and another. Rob starts gaining an advantage, he starts pushing Hunter back into the ropes! With all his might the Champ pulls the arm of the challenger sending him across the ring. Hunter hits a rebound and returns. Rob meets him in the middle of the ring and swings in hooking the arm ending up behind the challenger with a half-nelson! PINK SLIP!!!~~!! PINK SLIP~!! CONNECTS PERFECTLY CENTER RING! The fans exploded to their feet in cheer as Rob drops himself on top of his opponent! Alec drops to the mat and makes the count!!

ONE..
TWO...

Fans: THREE

Jester Jay: THREE!!

Tear Gutter: What.. what’s this!!?

ALEC STOPS THE COUNT! Wilcox stands up and steps back not making the three count on a fallen Hunter. Robinson looks up at his referee, rage and utter confusion sweeps over him as he gets up off the challenger. Robinson shoves Wilcox back into the corner and slaps him across the face. The Phoenix gets up in the face of Alec Wilcox mouthing off, demanding to know who he thinks he is. Wilcox holds up his hand and rubs his thumb and fingers together. Phoenix looks puzzled. Wilcox only smiles and points behind him, Rob in all his rage turns around into a VIPER SNAP~~!!!~!! Hunter drops down looking like a bloody carcass, Wilcox speeds in and makes the count!

ONE.
TWO.
THREE!

A Speedy count as Wilcox quickly rolls out of the ring calling the bell.

DING DING

Jester Jay: What... WHAT did I just see!!

Tear Gutter: WILCOX JUST TURNED ON ROBINSON!

Hunter rolls out of the ring as Rob starts to regain himself. Wilcox comes up to Hunter holding the Global championship, handing it to the winner! The fact starts to dawn in on the fans who boo down on the arena. No one however, is more shocked than Robinson as he starts back to his feet looking up the ramp at the new global champion. Sullivan sends back a sinister Viper smirk, winking at the former Pantheon leader.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: And the winner of this bout at 46 minutes and 40 seconds, and NEW GLOBAL CHAMPION… THE VIPER, HUNTER SULLIVAN!

Jester Jay: This is a major turning point! For Sullivan, for Chaos, and for the PWA as a whole.

Tear Gutter: And more importantly, for The Phoenix... as everything just came crashing down around him!

Jester Jay: I can't wait till Chaos to see what happens about all of this.. but we're about ready for our main event, after a brief break!

A New Ego In Town!


PWA’s Manitoba Mayhem cuts back from the commercial touting the new ratings war and cuts directly too backstage where we see the brand new GLOBAL CHAMPION Hunter Sullivan. He staggers along the isle with a smirk ear to ear, Alec is next to him trying to wipe the blood off his face but he has nothing of it, pushing him away.

Hunter: “g-*pant* get me a god damn camera.”

Danny moves in on the scene looking full of adrenaline and all smiles. He moves quickly over to the new champion and pats him on the back. As this is happening Wilcox sputters off to find the nearest camera man that he can.

Danny: “I knew there was a reason I choose you over Johnny, I’m actually managing a world champion. And what you pulled out there, masterful, to say the least I’m impressed. I also got to admit I was skeptical you’d pull it off, but what you pulled with Alec, brings a tear to my eye. You’re like the son I never had.”

The stab at his very own son gets looked over as the camera man is pulled in by Wilcox. Hunter pushes off the wall, leaving a bloody silhouette of where he leaned. With a stagger he grows a smirk glaring at the camera and lifting his title, the label still hoisting the ‘Phoenix” nameplate.

Hunter: “Do you see this Rob? My bloody face, and my shinny gold? Does EVERYONE see this! It took me FIVE FUCKING YEARS, But GUESS WHAT, I’m a god damn world champion! I’m the head of Chaos, its main talent, I’m the man who dethroned Rob from his high perch. Rob, you’re nothing, look at you! At my efforts you are a shell of the man you were a mere month ago. No title to your name, no Pantheon around you Rob. Any normal man would be showered in sympathy, but you are just alone. You built this dungeon yourself, no one is going to help you stand, and no one is going to shed tears for your loss.”

Hunter: “Tonight I outsmarted you, Tonight I BEAT YOU, I took your title. (looking to the camera man) zoom in on my god damn face.”

Hunter: “LOOK, Look into the eyes of the man who will not stop until he destroys you.”

Hunter: “Look at me, think about what I’ve done to you, and think to yourself what else I can possibly do. Go to bed tonight and think about it, and let it linger in your mind. Then you’ll realize what it’s like to be infected with the Vipers Venom, and it’s killing you, I’m going to end you. And there is no way to stop it, no way to prevent it. There is no vaccine, no cure, and sure as fuck, there is no antidote.”

The camera fades away from Hunter’s bloody face and returns to the arena, the main event is about to begin.

Matthew Engel (c) vs Jethro Hayes (c)

PWA World / IC Duo Championship Match


The lights dim down as the crowd begins to settle. The big screen turns to static, and then after a few seconds it cuts to black. The high-pitch guitar of Soundgarden's "The Day I Tried to Live" cuts across the sound system throughout the arena. The video shows a countdown from 5...4...3...2...1. The bass and drums kick in, and just a few seconds later we are shown a clip of Jethro Hayes and Marxx fighting at Night of Champions.

I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads


We see Matthew Engel distracting Jethro Hayes and costing him the World Title. Anger fills Jethro's eyes. The scene melts away and shows Engel beating down Jethro Hayes with a lead pipe on Rampage. Sending him a message, a message he will never forget. Hayes is on a stretcher, being taken to the hospital. Bubba speaks with him, waiting for the order to take Engel out.

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggars change
And gave it to the rich

Cut to Bubba interfering in Engel's celebration after defeating Mark Zout and defending his World Title. Bubba is furious, and lets loose on Engel. Bubba gives Engel and Orion the middle finger and walks away with a sick grin on his face.

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

The video now shows Matthew Engel winning his second World Title against Marxx. Euthanasia. Three count. Engel raises his World Title in the air. It cuts to Jethro defeating Hunter Sullivan with the Plow and winning the Intercontinental Title. Jethro proudly raises his title in the air.

One more time around might do it
One more time around might make it
One more time around might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead

Cut to black. Now, the video shows Engel and his World Title on one side, and Jethro and his IC title on the other side. Both men wear them proudly, both men have a burning passion within them. The screen is splot, and the cameras zoom in on the titles.

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

The words "Who will make history tonight?" flash across the screen.
And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

The dual images begin to shake, and eventually explode within the video. The lights come back on as Soundgarden begins to fade. The crowd goes crazy, and we cue back to the commentators.

Brian Rentfro: An interesting video to say the least.

Jon McDaniel: I heard Joe BoXeR created it.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he did. Let's go to Eric Emerson for tonight's main event!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... welcome to the MAIN EVENT!

The crowd goes crazy. Eric soaks it in.

Eric Emerson: Tonight's main event features both the PWA World and Intercontinental Titles, and BOTH will be on the line! This match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission, and has a time limit of ONE HOUR!

Jon McDaniel: Knowing Engel and Hayes, they'll need every minute of it.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is gonna need every second if he thinks he can beat Engel here tonight.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first... hailing from Lenox, Georgia...

"Suuueeeyyy!" blares through the arena's speakers as Korpiklaani's "Journey Man" comes to life immediately following the hog call by Jethro Hayes. The back of the PWA big screen is John Deere green, the yellow outline of a deer runs onto the screen to turn its head to the crowd before it is frozen in mid leap, creating the John Deere logo.

The song hits the seven second mark causing John Deere green and yellow pyros to shoot up from the entrance ramp. Simultaneously with the ignition of the pyros, John Deere green and yellow lights begin to play across the assembled crowd as images of the John Deere logo move around inside the ring.

"I was born in a deep forest"

On the screen is the image of Jethro after his first match here in PWA, a match against Duff.

"I wish I could live here all my life"

Jethro is shown on the screen holding the Grizzly Beer championship, his first championship ever in professional wrestling.

"I am made from stones and roots"

Various clips from his battles both alongside and against Jamie Flynn flash past on the screen.

"My home, these woods and roads "

Jethro driving in his tractor appears as though he is driving through the screen when he bursts from the backstage area on his trademark John Deere tractor.

"All my life I loved this sound"

He stops the tractor to toot the horn to the crowd's enjoyment.

"Of the crowd's sound"

More images flash by on the screen, Jethro holding the PWA Tag Team Championship gold with Jamie Flynn, then Hunter Sullivan.

"Eagles flies where the winds blows free"

Jethro battling against Chamelion, The Phoenix, Viktor Stone, and Riona Langly flow past on the screen.

"Journey is my destiny"

Jethro stands in the center of the ring holding the PWA Television Championship high into the air, sweat pouring down his face.

"Free, free as a journey man "

Images from every one of his matches speed past on the screen.

"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Jethro stops the tractor at the bottom of the ramp to climb down and wave his hat to the crowd.

"Free, free as a journey man "

He lifts the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental title for all of the fans to see.

"Free, heat in the moonlight"

The images slow on the screen to show Jethro in the Elimination Chamber winning the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Images of him wearing it for various functions flash past in time with the music.

Eric Emerson: He stands at six feet seven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... he is your Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion... Jethro Hayes!

"Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back"

Scenes of Jethro and Hunter in their Full Metal Mayhem match, Jethro bloody, Hunter bloody, and both men beaten.

"Narrow road behind me "

He climbs up the steps and into the ring before pointing again back at the crowd.

"I never look back "

He climbs the turnbuckle to holler to the crowd.

"Long way is in the past "

He runs to the next corner to climb up and holler to this section of the crowd.

"As in front of me "

The third corner is no different as he scales it quickly to cup his hands around his mouth to yell at this section.

"Hunger keeps me going "

On the screen Jethro is shown defeating Hunter Sullivan for the PWA Intercontinental Championship, making him a PWA Grand Slam Champion.

"I don't care where it leads "

Jethro looks at this image as he climbs down from the third corner to scale the fourth and final corner to yell here as well.

"Fire burns under my feet "

He tosses his hat to one section of the crowd before stretching against the ropes.

"Journey men pleasure and destiny "

The image of him defeating Hunter slides past to show Jethro surrounded by a multitude of kids and other fans; it freezes to be the final picture on the screen.

"Sky is black, stars shows me the way "

He stands there to nod his head at the image.

"Moon whispered how to keep my faith "

He spins around with one arm outstretched to point at the crowd one last time.

"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Jon McDaniel: Always a great entrance for Jethro Hayes. Listen to this crowd! They love him!

Brian Rentfro: Haven't you been listening to Engel at all this week? Jethro is a fluke! He's no hero, he just wants that title for himself!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin....

"No Man Army" by The Prodigy hits the sound system. Out walks Matthew Engel from backstage, dressed in his dark green tuxedo. His World Title is proudly worn around his waist, and his eyes are focused solely on Jethro Hayes. He waits at the stage for a moment as smoke surrounds Engel. Tom Morello's guitar takes over in the song, and Engel is covered by the smoke.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 217 pounds... and stands six feet even...

Green pyros shoot off in front of Engel and the crowd is going insane. Everyone is on their feet. Engel walks out of the smoke, eyes still focused on Hayes. Hayes returns the favor from the ring. Engel makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans. Most of them reach out for a high-five, but he denies them.

Eric Emerson: He is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion... "THE VIRUS"... Matthew... ENGEL!!!!!

Engel reaches the ring and climbs in via the steel stairs. He removes his World Title from his waist, along with his jacket, dress shirt, and tie. He is now wearing a white wife-beater and his dark green pants. Engel stretches for a minute in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: The intensity brought to the ring by these two is just phenomenal.

Jon McDaniel: I have been waiting for this match ever since it was announced. Right here tonight we are going to have our first PWA double champion! And what better titles to be on the line than the World and Intercontinental Titles?

Brian Rentfro: There's the Global Title.

Jon McDaniel: ...No, because that title is owned by the GWA.

Eric steps out of the ring and head referee Lance Weston takes over. Neither Hayes nor Engel have taken their eyes off each other and Lance asks them if they're ready. Both of them simply nod. Lance calls for the bell.

DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: And here we go!

Engel and Hayes circle each other in the ring. Engel lashes out first and nails Hayes with a right hook. Engel bullrushes Hayes into the ropes, but Hayes locks on with a headlock. Engel shoves Hayes across the ring into the ropes, and Hayes comes back with a shoulder tackle, taking down Engel. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a big elbow drop. Hayes lands a few stomps on Engel and then gets him to his feet. Hayes grabs Engel by the head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Engel staggers back, and Hayes tries for a clothesline, but Engel ducks. Hayes turns around and gets met with a painful kick to the face from Engel. Hayes staggers back and then Engel takes him down to the mat with a dropkick. Engel springboards off the middle rope and connects with a moonsault. He stays on top of Jethro for a cover.

1...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Not even a two-count there. Hayes looks in great shape!

Brian Rentfro: So does Engel, Jon. Both of these men obviously worked incredibly hard this past week to get into the best shape they could.

Hayes charges at Engel, but Engel slides away and grabs Hayes' ankle, tripping him up. Engel quickly drops an elbow on Hayes' neck. He does it again, and then goes off the second rope and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Engel stomps Hayes in the chest and backs up for a moment. Hayes begins to move, and Engel hits Hayes with another stomp and a stare. The stare hurts more.

Brian Rentfro: Engel not letting Hayes have ANY breathing room, just like he said Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes isn't going to give in with stomps and stares, Brian!

Hayes gets back to his feet. He cracks his neck, and nods. Hayes and Engel lock up, but Hayes is quick to land an elbow to Engel's side. Hayes follows it up with some hard knees to the stomach and hits a neckbreaker on Engel. Hayes flies into the ropes and comes back with a body splash. He covers Engel.

1...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Not even two!

Jon McDaniel: It's too early Brian. Calm down.

Engel is to his feet. Hayes checks him with a quick right, and follows it up with a jaw-breaking left hook. Engel stumbles back and Hayes tries for a running lariat, but Engel ducks underneath him. Hayes turns around towards Engel and Engel comes at him with a side kick, but Hayes catches Engel's foot. Engel tries for the enziguri, but Hayes dodges. Engel crashes to the mat and Hayes is right on him for another assault. He unchambers lefts and rights, and then gets Engel to his feet. Hayes takes him down with a quick hip toss, but Engel is to his feet. Hayes spears him into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: That's gotta hurt! Engel looks in a lot of pain.

Hayes runs to the opposite corner. He raises his right arm for the crowd and the crowd gives him a good pop. He charges towards Engel and tries for an elbow smash.

And misses.

Hayes connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Hayes up at the neck and head from behind and drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Engel gets to his feet and starts violently kicking Hayes. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back with a high-elevation knee drop across Hayes' forehead. Hayes grabs his head in pain and Engel shouts at him. Engel gets Hayes to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Engel springboards off the middle rope, twisting in midair and extends his left leg toward Jethro. Engel catches Hayes in the jaw with his foot and Hayes falls to the mat. Engel covers.

1...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Just calm down Brian! It's still way too early!


Brian Rentfro: I wasn't even gonna say anything!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah right!

Hayes to his feet. Engel starts to give him some lip, but there's too much of it as Hayes takes him down with a haymaker. Hayes grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Hayes hits a tornado cross arm breaker on Engel. Still holding on to Engel's arm, he rings him up and attempts to kick Engel in the back of the head. Engel telegraphs it and ducks, grabbing his leg and taking him down to the mat. Engel is up and Hayes gets to his feet. Engel kicks Hayes low and uses Hayes leverage to nail him with a single-arm DDT.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Finally a two-count. Engel is really working on that neck of Jethro's. What a strategy! What a gameplan! Engel is a genius.

Jon McDaniel: It is smart, Brian, but also very cheap.

Brian Rentfro: I think it's your cologne that's cheap Jon.

Hayes is a bit groggy now as he gets to his feet. Engel wraps his arms around Hayes' head and then plants his own head under Hayes' jaw. Engel quickly drops to his knees, hitting a huge jaw-breaker on Hayes. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope, attempting a moonsault. He overshot it. Wait -

He didn't overshoot it, he lands both feet on Hayes' chest for a huge double foot stomp! A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is building up some offense here. Hayes is gonna need to power out of this and get back on top.

Brian Rentfro: We'll see if Jethro will be able to eat after that jaw-breaker move!

Hayes cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Hayes up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Hayes enough time to catch his breath. Hayes slams his elbow into Engel's stomach and then hooks up Engel with a front facelock. He puts Engel's arm over his head and then cradles Engel's left leg. He hits Engel with a big-time fisherman's suplex. Hayes hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Just another two-count. Both of these men want to win badly.

Brian Rentfro: But it's too early still, right Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Oh shut up.

Hayes is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Hayes slaps on a sleeper hold. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel's face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Hayes. Hayes just tightens the grip, and Engel's face begins to turn red. Engel looks about three feet in front of him, and notices a bottom rope in close proximity. He reaches out, but he's a few inches away. He starts to muscle his way toward the rope as Hayes tries to hold him back. He reaches it, and the ref makes Hayes break the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Thank God Engel got to that rope... Jethro was about to put him asleep.

Jon McDaniel: Oh how clever.

Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Hayes hits a soccer kick on him, and gets him to his feet. Hayes sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Hayes climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with a legdrop over Engel's throat. He covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Did you see the elevation Jethro got?

Brian Rentfro: That's three hundred pounds coming down on your throat... Engel barely kicked out of that.

Engel is up to his feet as Hayes grins. Hayes lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Hayes up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Hayes's back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Hayes is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Hayes' neck. Hayes falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Hayes with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Hayes up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter. Engel hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Hayes catches the bottom rope with his leg.

Jon McDaniel: Good ring awareness from Hayes there. Save your energy Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: Cause he's gonna need it!

Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in the ref's face a bit. He's claiming he had the three count before Hayes got his leg up. Meanwhile, Hayes regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he's met with a devastating big boot from Hayes. Engel flies into the corner. Hayes mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. He finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Hayes grabs him by the hair. Hayes rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT. A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: We're seeing a lot more wrestling out of Jethro here tonight and the fans love it!

Brian Rentfro: I hate it!

Engel shakes it off and tries to get to his feet. Hayes drops an elbow on his back and follows it up with some stiff kicks to the back of the head. Hayes gets Engel to his feet and works his arm again. Engel falls to a knee, but looks up into Hayes' eyes and gets an adrenaline shot. Engel muscles back up to his feet and flips out of the arm bar. Still holding onto Hayes, Engel nails Hayes with a roundhouse he'll never forget. Engel climbs the top rope - five star frog splash. Perfect. He covers.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT! NO WAY!

Jon McDaniel: He barely kicked out, Brian, but he DID kick out!

Engel to his feet and Hayes uses the ropes to get up. Hayes rushes at Engel and locks up with him. Engel shoves Hayes out of his grips and into the ropes. Hayes rebounds looking to connect a lariat on Engel, but Engel ducks and Hayes stops on a dime, kicks Engel low, and lifts Engel up and down with a pumphandle slam. Cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Phew! That was a close one!

Jon McDaniel: Engel barely survived there... that slam from Jethro was huge!

Hayes goes to Engel's feet and steps to Engel's right side. He wraps Engel's legs around his own right leg and then turns over, wrenching back on Engel's knees and back.

Brian Rentfro: Oh no! Hayes has got Engel in the Combine Seat! Engel looks in so much pain.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is trying to fight out of it, but Hayes' strength is too much for him!

Engel winces in pain and is trying his best to reach for the bottom rope, but Hayes won't let him. Hayes drags him out to the middle of the ring and reapplies the Combine Seat. Engel yells out in pain, and the referee checks with him. Engel yells "NO! NEVER!" to the referee.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is refusing to tap! Jethro is gonna break his back!

Jon McDaniel: If Engel was smart he would give in here and not let Jethro end his career.

Engel digs deep and begins to crawl toward the bottom rope again. He moves, inch by inch, and Hayes is trying to stop it. Engel's strength grows and grows, as he winces in pain, and he reaches further and further.

Brian Rentfro: He's almost there! YOU GOT IT MATT! JUST A BIT MORE!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is almost at the bottom rope...

Engel crawls more and more.. his fingertips grace the bottom rope. The rope shakes a bit. Engel shakes his head as Jethro sits back harder on Engel's back. Engel yells out in pain and tries one more time for the bottom rope before he passes out.

Brian Rentfro: HE'S GOT IT! HE'S GOT IT!

Jon McDaniel: And the World Champion escapes another disaster as he is holding onto that bottom rope for dear life!

Jethro lets go of the hold as instructed by the referee Lance Weston. Jethro gets Engel up to his feet and nails him with a big right hook. Jethro sends Engel into the ropes, who's favoring his back now, and Engel comes back. Jethro tries for a body drop, but Engel unleashes a shin kick to Jethro's face. Jethro staggers back, and Engel nails Jethro with a diving forearm. Jethro goes into the ropes and hangs there for a moment. Engel gets to his feet and nails Jethro with some tough body shots. Engel springboards off the top turnbuckle and hits Jethro with a missile dropkick that knocks Jethro to the mat. Engel gets to his feet, and Jethro rises to his knees. Engel charges at Jethro, but Jethro counters with a punch to Engel's stomach. Jethro nails Engel with an European uppercut from his knees, and Engel nearly gets taken off his feet and goes down.

Jon McDaniel: What an uppercut from Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: He almost took Engel's head off!

Jethro gets Engel up to his feet and kicks him low. Engel is now doubled over. Jethro places Engel's head between his thighs, and then wraps his arms around Engel's waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Hayes then whips Engel up vertically, Engel's legs across either of his shoulders, and then shoves Engel forward, letting the momentum slam Engel down to the mat on Engel's upper back.

Jon McDaniel: THE PLANTER! That's gotta be it!

Brian Rentfro: NO! Come on Matt!

Hayes covers.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! ENGEL KICKS OUT!

Jon McDaniel: ... WOW! Engel just kicked out of The Planter!

Brian Rentfro: Amazing, Jon!

Jethro can't believe it. After softening up Engel's back with the Combine Seat, Engel kicks out of the Planter. Jethro gets to his feet, confused. He doesn't argue with the ref, but asks him a question. Meanwhile, Engel rolls out of the ring to catch his breath and recuperate on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is asking Lance Weston about the count he made there.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro better not get himself disqualified!

Engel finally gets to his feet on the outside, using the barricade for help. Some fans give him a pat on the back, encouraging him to go back in the ring and fight Hayes. Engel nods and takes a few steps toward the ring. Hayes looks over at Engel and in mid-conversation with the referee, he charges toward Engel. Jethro dives over the top rope and crashes down on Engel with a cross-body splash! Hayes smashes Engel against the floor on the outside of the ring. The referee begins the count.

Lance Weston: 1!!!!

Brian Rentfro: This can't happen again!

Jon McDaniel: What do you mean?

Brian Rentfro: Remember? Engel versus Bubba J? It ended with a double count-out!

Lance Weston: 2!!!!

Jethro gets Engel to his feet and picks him up, dropping him throat-first over the barricade. Jethro delivers a few hard punches to Engel's back, trying to set up Engel for another Planter. Engel yells out in pain. Jethro gets Engel to his feet, but Engel reverses with a toe stomp! Jethro hobbles around on one foot, and Engel takes Jethro down with a dropkick!

Lance Weston: 3!!!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel quickly has the advantage now!

Engel slides into the ring, and the count is restarted for Jethro. Jethro is still on the ground on the outside. Engel hops up to the top rope, his back turned toward Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Wait... he's not gonna do what I think...

Before Rentfro could finish, Engel leaps off the top turnbuckle with the Euthanasia and connects on top of Jethro below. Engel bounces up off Jethro and the floor and falls to Jethro's side. Both men are in incredible pain.

Jon McDaniel: The Euthanasia to the outside! UNBELIEVABLE!

Brian Rentfro: Now get him in the ring Matt!

Lance Weston: 1!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Lance has gotta be sick of counting by now!

Lance Weston: 2!!!!

Still no movement from either superstar.

Lance Weston: 3!!!!

Jon McDaniel: We can't have a double count-out... not during possibly the biggest match of the year!

Lance Weston: 4!!!

A little movement from Engel. He's grabbing his back... and trying to bring himself to a knee.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's moving! GET IN THE RING!

Lance Weston: 5!!!

Jon McDaniel: Now Hayes is moving! Unbelievable! I would have thought Hayes would need a stretcher to get back up!

Lance Weston: 6!!!

Engel finally gets up to his knees, and grabs the apron. He uses the apron to help himself up to his feet.

Lance Weston: 7!!!

Engel finally crawls into the ring. Lance restarts the count.

Brian Rentfro: And Lance restarts the count for Jethro.. but I don't think he's gonna have to count long!

Jon McDaniel: Indeed Brian, Jethro is up to his knees!

Jethro crawls up to his feet using the apron like Engel did. He rolls into the ring. Engel gets to his feet and sees Hayes. Engel stomps on Hayes a few times. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back, crashing down on Hayes with a senton bomb. Engel covers Hayes.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: You gotta be KIDDING ME!

Jon McDaniel: Even after the Euthanasia to the outside, and that senton bomb, Hayes is still alive in this match!

Engel wastes no time and gets Hayes to his feet and tries to send him into the ropes, but Hayes reverses! Hayes sends Engel into the ropes, but Engel hits Lance Weston accidentally!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Hayes just took out Lance Weston accidentally with Engel!

Brian Rentfro: That wasn't an accident, Jon! Disqualify Jethro!

Jon McDaniel: He can't, Brian! Lance is out for the moment!

Engel looks down and smiles and slips out of the ring. Jethro comes to the aid of Lance Weston and tries to revive him. We can hear Jethro being apologetic. The crowd begins to boo as Engel grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring. He takes the chair in both hands and smiles, and then smashes it over Jethro's back. Jethro falls to the mat in serious pain. Engel tosses the chair onto the mat, and Engel mounts Jethro and hits him with lefts and rights. Engel gets Jethro to his feet and slams him head-first into the turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is building up that momentum here and --

Jon McDaniel: Oh don't pretend like that just didn't happen!

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Engel cheated! He used the chair on Hayes! ENGEL should be disqualified!

Brian Rentfro: Well HAYES took out the referee! So that makes them even in my book!

Engel tries to slam Hayes head-first into the turnbuckle, but Hayes stops him. Hayes then slams Engel into the turnbuckle and then takes Engel down with a huge hip-toss! Hayes stomps on Engel a few times.

Jon McDaniel: Are we gonna get another referee down here? Lance is still out!

Brian Rentfro: I've gotten word from backstage that Chamelion is refusing to let any new referee take Lance's place!

Jon McDaniel: That.. that is so cheap!

Hayes is furious and sees the chair that Engel used on him. He picks it up, and begins to wield it in Engel's direction. The crowd is chanting for Jethro not to use the chair. Engel looks up at Hayes with a big smile on his face.

Matthew Engel: COME ON HAYES! DO IT! THE REF AIN'T LOOKING! HERE'S YOUR CHANCE!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is begging Hayes to use the chair on him. Don't do it Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: If Jethro wants to win he's going to have to break his own rules! Engel told us that!

Hayes lifts the chair high up above him, and hesitates for a moment. The crowd continues to chant "DON'T DO IT!" Jethro yells out and then brings down the chair as fast as I can, but it doesn't connect as Engel nails Jethro in the groin with a stiff kick.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on! He tricked Hayes so he could sucker punch him!

Brian Rentfro: That was a kick, Jon. And it's called strategy!

Matthew Engel: NEVER HESITATE HAYES!

Engel gets on top of Hayes again and starts slapping the back of his head and punching him. Finally Lance Weston is awake and gets to his feet. Lance tries to pull Engel off of Hayes, but Engel refuses. Lance begins to count.

Lance Weston: 1!!! 2!!! 3!!!

Engel finally gets off of Hayes. Engel backs away from Hayes as Hayes gets to a knee. Suddenly, Hayes gets into a three point stance and charges at Engel with great speed!

Jon McDaniel: THE PLOW!

Brian Rentfro: NO! ENGEL DODGES!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes goes RIGHT into the ring post!

Hayes connects violently with that ring post. Engel drags Hayes out of the ropes and shoves him to the mat. Engel ascends to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Engel is going for the Euthanasia once more. No one has survived two Euthanasias!

Engel has his back to the ring. He leaps off, corkscrewing and somersaulting in midair, and tries to connect with a big splash. Hayes rolls out of the way!

Jon McDaniel: HAYES DODGES THE EUTHANASIA! There's still life in him yet!

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it.. Why won't that hick just stay down!?!

Engel is grabbing his chest and gasping for air. Hayes gets to his feet and grabs Engel by the hair. Engel kicks Hayes low, but Hayes nails Engel with a right punch. Engel fights back with a punch of his own, and Hayes hits Engel with a running lariat! Hayes pulls Engel up to his feet and tosses Engel into the corner with one arm. Hayes rushes in and tries for a shoulder smash, but Engel moves out of the way. Engel nails Hayes with a jumping roundhouse and Hayes falls to a knee. Engel slams Hayes in the face with punch after punch. Hayes just laughs.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is just.. laughing.

Brian Rentfro: That's sick!

Jethro Hayes: MORE! MORE!

Engel gives Hayes more punches. Finally, Engel takes a step back and kicks Hayes in the face as if he was kicking open a door. Hayes falls to the mat finally. Hayes is still laughing, but he's now busted open really bad. Blood pours out of Hayes' mouth and nose.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes is busted open pretty bad, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he shouldn't be laughing then!

Engel backs away for a moment as the referee asks if Hayes wants to continue. Hayes nods and then gets to his feet. Hayes looks Engel dead in the eyes.

Jethro Hayes: Come on!

Hayes taunts Engel, and Engel shakes his head. Engel moves in and tries for a spinning heel kick, but Hayes dodges. Engel quickly to his feet. Hayes nails Engel with a right punch, but Engel fires back with a kick to Hayes' ribs. Back and forth the battle goes, and Hayes gets the advantage with a powerful headbutt. Engel staggers back and Hayes charges. Engel uses Hayes' momentum to deliver a hip toss of his own!

Brian Rentfro: Engel just hip-tossed Hayes! Hayes has easily got 100 pounds on him!

Jon McDaniel: What an amazing feat of strength from Engel... especially this late in the match!

Engel falls to one knee from the strength used for that move. Hayes grabs his back as he lays on the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Engel gets back up to his feet and charges at Hayes!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes slams his elbow into Engel's stomach!

Hayes grabs Engel by the head and throws him into the turnbuckle. Hayes rushes in again, but Engel steps out of the way. Hayes stops and turns around and Engel smashes his right hand into Hayes' broken nose. Hayes falls back into the turnbuckle. Engel uses all of his strength to put Hayes on the top turnbuckle. Engel climbs up to the middle rope and begins to hit Hayes with punches. Hayes blocks the last one, and grabs Engel by the back of the head and headbutts him! Engel almost falls off, but Hayes grabs him. Hayes grabs Engel by the head and pulls him up, and Hayes stands erect on the very top rope.

Jon McDaniel: This.. this is quite dangerous Brian. Hayes could fall and really hurt himself.

Brian Rentfro: I hope he does!

Hayes uses incredible balance and strength to pull up Engel to his waist. Jethro places Engel's head between his thighs, and then wraps his arms around Engel's waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Hayes then whips Engel up vertically, Engel's legs across either of his shoulders, and then shoves Engel forward, letting the momentum slam Engel down to the mat on Engel's upper back from the top rope!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! THE PLANTER FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Brian Rentfro: ... Wow.

Engel looks nearly broken in half. Hayes covers.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

Eric Emerson: And your winner... still PWA Intercontinental Champion... and new PWA World Heavyweight Champion... The Southern Hero... JETHRO HAYES!

The arena goes nuts. Engel can't believe it, neither can Hayes. Lance Weston hands Hayes both the World and Intercontinental Titles. Orion comes down from backstage and slides into the ring. He helps Engel to his feet as "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" blares throughout the arena.

Jon McDaniel: What an amazing match Brian! Jethro Hayes is the PWA's first double champion!

Brian Rentfro: RE-MATCH! RE-MATCH!

Jethro raises his titles in the air, and then turns to Engel. Engel is being helped by Orion. Hayes, meaning no harm, drops his titles to the mat for a moment and walks over to Engel and Orion. Orion steps in front of Hayes, but Hayes is quick to put up his hands. Engel motions for Orion to step aside. Hayes extends his hand.

Jon McDaniel: Look at the sportsmanship by Hayes! After all Engel put him through, he still wants to shake his hand!

Engel pauses for a moment and hobbles over to Hayes. Engel simply shakes his head. Hayes looks disappointed.

Brian Rentfro: Ha!

Instead, Engel grabs Hayes by the wrist and raises his arm in the air. The arena explodes in cheers for both superstars. Hayes has a big smile on his face.

Jon McDaniel: Wow... that's.. that was nice of him.

Brian Rentfro: I hope he hasn't gone soft!

Engel lets go of Hayes' hand and both him and Orion crawl out of the ring. Orion throws Engel's jacket over him, and they disappear backstage without ever turning back. Hayes stands in the ring with a smile on his face, blood dripping off his chin. He picks up both his titles and raises them in the air. The arena goes nuts, again. Confetti falls from the ceiling and Rentfro and McDaniel continue to wash their accolades over the man who has come so far in such a short time. With the copyright for the PWA appearing in the corner, we slowly fade to black, with the camera firmly on Jethro Hayes, the new PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Fade.

(C) PWA 2009