World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


The PPV Introduction


Everyone is huddled around the nearest TV. In their homes, at Sport bars and restaurants. You walk into the local Hooters with a bunch of your friends, hoping that you aren’t too late. You guys make your order to the cute chick waiting on you this evening. As the first pitcher of beer hits your table, the numerous Flatscreen TVs come on and you can see that lovely PWA Logo come to life in front of you.

All because of you.

The scene opens up to a beaten Phoenix, looking up at what used to be his stable. Hunter looks at the beaten Phoenix smiling, proclaiming that Phoenix no longer has a place in The Pantheon.

All because of you.

Something's wrong with me,
Cause I can't even feel you now
Or know that this is real.
Am I too blind to see that there's something there behind your eyes
and it's bringing me to my knees?

You can see Riona training in the gym. The rest of the Apostles surrounding her. Helping her to get ready for her match. The scene suddenly flips to Bubba J looking at Ryan Ross with contempt.

All I want is you and I don't care
All I want is you and I don't care

Cause all I do is wait in, wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.
I know that all this is true.

Now clips for all 4 wrestlers in the Grizzly Beer match, Aeolus Wrath, Chamelion & Matt Stone. With the last clip shown is the one of the current champion, Johnny Maverick. The title resting safely on his shoulders.

All because of you.

Something's wrong with you,
The walls you build around you now,
Seem to fit you like a glove.
Something's wrong with you,
Cause stars cannot be found in clouds that cover up their love.

Those clips give way to ones showing the men in the IC Title match. This time starting off with the reigning Champion, Marxx. Then following up with The Kumquat Kid, Shadow Starr & “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

All I want is you and I don't care
All I want is you and I don't care

Cause all I do is wait in, wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.
I know that all this is true.

All because of you.

The last few clips shown are of Jethro Hayes standing toe to toe with Matthew Engel. Both men surrounded by the chaos that is the Texas Death match with the World Title hanging between them.

All because of you.
All I want is you and I don't care
All because of you.
All I want is you and I don't care

The clips slowly fade to the picture of a PWA ring. Stained with blood and sweat. In the middle of the ring stands Joe Boxer and Eli Storm, smiling. Both men knowing that nothing will be the same after this PPV.



Make it Official

We fade into the backstage area where we see a team of lawyers on either side of a large round table. At one end, Simon Kalis sits decked out in his classic black Armani suit. On the other end is the illustrious General Manager of the PWA Chaos brand, Joe BoXeR.

Joe BoXeR: So you understand the terms of this deal, Simon?

Simon Kalis: Yes. You understand the financial requirements to have me put under such a deal?

Joe BoXeR: Don't worry, we've got our ways and means. Shall we review?

Simon Kalis: Right. Sure.

Joe BoXeR: This contract basically stipulates that you, Simon Kalis, are an exclusive performer for the Chaos brand under my heading.

Simon Kalis: Does your brother know you're this much of a prick?

Joe BoXeR: Not withstanding, the terms also state you are bound by the rules setforth by my office. Which means, no guns, no assault rifles, no machetes or any other lethal weaponry which you may or may not feel should be at your disposal.

Simon Kalis: Fine.

The lawyers of both sides murmur, as Kalis signs on the dotted line and slides the contract over to Joe BoXeR. BoXeR signs it as well and smiles, throwing a wink at Kalis.

Simon Kalis: You don't own me, Joe.

Joe BoXeR: That's Mr. BoXeR to you.

BoXeR slides the contract back to Kalis.

Joe BoXeR: Maybe you should read things before you sign them.

Kalis nods and smiles, his veins popping as he tries not to let his anger boil over.

Simon Kalis: I'll save my energy for Riona. As for you, "Mr. BoXeR"?

Kalis walks over and stares Joe BoXeR directly in the eyes.

Simon Kalis: I'll see you on Chaos, boss.

Kalis sticks the middle finger up and nods as throws his PWA tag title over his shoulder and heads out of the room, quickly followed by his super team of fancy lawyers.

Riona Langly vs Simon Kalis

Extreme Rules Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest IS AN EXTREME RULES MATCH, with no time limit. There are no countouts or disqualifications, and falls count anywhere in the arena!

Brian Rentfro: Welcome to PWA Bad Blood everyone, and I'm the most awesome announcer ever, Brian Rentfro...

Tear Gutter: And representing Chaos for this match, I'm the most beautiful announcer in wrestling, Tear Gutter. As you might guess, because of the Rampage vs. Chaos dynamic of this match, we've shaken off our usual partners and are working together to bring you, the best possible announce team.

Brian Rentfro: Actually, the best possible team would be me commentating alone, but if someone has to be working with me, at least it's a hot girl.

Tear: And we all wonder why Jon hates you so much...

Tamara Christopher-Onassi: Introducing!

The opening rifts to "Reise, Reise!" by Rammstein begin to blare of the PA system as the skull and bones insignia of The Order of Chaos appears over the ADCTron.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi: He weighs in at 210 pounds and stands in at exactly 6 feet tall...

Suddenly, Simon Kalis somberly steps out from behind the curtains to be met with the chorus of boos he's become accustomed to. He is decked out in black and gray military urban warfare camoflauge for his pants, tucked into his black military style boots. He has a black wifebeater underneath the similar black and gray military urban warfare camoflauge which has the Order of Chaos insignia over the back with the words "The Order of Chaos" in an arch above the insignia, and his name, "Simon Kalis" in an arch underneath it. His PWA Tag team title is strapped to his waist and he now looks out into the crowd with a dead look in his face, absolutely no emotion before lowering his head.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi: He hails from Los Angeles, California by way of Montréal, Québec Canada...

He unstraps his title and holds it by the strap in his hand.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi: He is one half of your PWA Tag Team Champions!

Kalis now raises the title into the air, keeping his head lowered.

Tamara Christopher-Onassi: He is... The Cult Hero! SIMON KALIS!

The fans continue to boo as Kalis slings the title over his shoulder and makes his way to the ring, ignoring the booing and heckling fans as he does so. However... As Kalis makes his way down to ringside, he spots a person carrying a sign that reads 'The End is Nigh For Simon Kalis.' He stares at the girl holding the sign, her face covered up with a black bandana, save for her eyes. He tries to strike first at the person he assumes is Riona, only for him to get a facefull of pepper spray. Kalis stumbles a bit, screaming at the pain, as Riona hops the barrier on the other side, brandishing a singapore cane which she immediately smacks Kalis hard in the face with. Simon drops from the strike, completely unprepared for the ambush as security rushes down to find the girl with the sign, only for her to have seemingly vanished. Riona grins, and it's not a pleasant one, as she lifts Kalis to his feet and drags him towards the ring, whipping him into it face-first when she gets close enough. Simon stumbles backwards right into Riona's grasp as she goes for an early full-nelson, but Simon has the move scouted perfectly as he elbows out of the hold and staggers away, still a little dizzy from the mysterious girl's macing. Riona doesn't let up on her initial assault one bit as she runs up the ring steps, leaping off behind Kalis and driving his head right into the mats on the outside with a vicious knee drop. Riona rolls to her feet and drags back up, rolling him into the ring, but leaving his head on the outside... which then she gives another whack as she boots him right in the skull with a Yakuza kick. Riona reaches under the ring and pulls out a trash can full of plunder, and with a smirk, tosses it into the ring right on top of Kalis. The ref signals for the bell to be rung as Riona climbs onto the apron...

Brian Rentfro: My girl Riona, bringing the fight right to Simon Kalis.

Tear: So, you're loving her this week?

Brian Rentfro: Don't talk about that. Anyway, who was that girl helping Riona?

Tear: Probably Lacey, you saw how close they were on Chaos.

* * * DING DING DING * * *

As Riona enters between the top and middle ropes to bring this match into the ring finally Kalis gets back up onto his hands and knees and starts to crawl away from Riona to try and get back to the outside where he can buy himself just a bit of time to clear his head. Kalis only makes it a little way past the middle of the ring before Riona grabs both of Simon's legs to stop him in his tracks. Kalis isn't going to let Riona stop him without a fight and pushes himself up with his hand while Riona still has his feet before Simon tries to roll forward. The only problem with this is that Riona had expected as much and braces herself, making Simon come crashing down on the top of his head before flopping back down to his stomach. Immediately upon Simon's landing Riona flips Simon over using his legs before walking around to Simon's left side and falling down to her knees. Riona then begins to lay into Simon with right hand upon right hand, laying waste to the PWA Tag Champ. Most of the punches connect nice and hard on Simon's head and face, but there are a few that miss their targets as Simon struggles to move his head to avoid the punches. Still even these are effective and after a good fifteen or so shots to Simon's face Riona grabs Simon by his bandana and drags him back up to his feet forcefully. With both wrestlers back on their feet Riona grabs Simon by the wrist before turning her back towards a corner of the ring and whipping Simon at that corner. Kalis connects hard chest first with the top turnbuckle as he arrives in the corner and Riona takes her time getting to him, grabbing another singapore cane out of her trash can of goodies in the process.

Tear: Look at Riona's eyes... she's nuts!

Brian Rentfro: Obviously, you haven't watched many of Riona's matches. She's ALWAYS like this.

Simon turns around in the corner and acts on pure instinct, kicking the cane out of Riona's hand as she made another attempt at whacking him in the temple, with Simon's head now being Riona's clear target. Riona's small bit of surprise at the action is all the opening Simon needs as he grabs a handfull of Riona's hair and pulls her into a uranage position before falling backwards, driving Riona's face into the middle turnbuckle. Kalis rolls out of the corner and grabs Riona's dropped cane, holding it up to a mixed reaction before slamming it down onto Riona's back with a CRACK that could be heard in the upper reaches of the arena. Kalis brings the rain down onto Riona's back 2 more times before he pulls her to a kneeling position and sits on top of her, using the cane to choke her out a bit in a modifaction on the camel clutch. However, the ring positioning and Simon's application of the move leave a little bit to be desired as Riona manages to crawl to the ring ropes and pull herself outside of the ring, causing Simon to have to break the hold or else he be choked out by the ring ropes against his throat. Riona lies on the outside of the ring, panting and gasping for air as Simon slides out of the ring himself. Riona pulls herself to her feet using the ring apron, and reverses Simon's attempt at taking her head off with a shuffle side kick by giving him a swift elbow right to the groin. There is a very low-pitched jeer that eminates throughout the arena as Riona drags Kalis to a ringside chair and sits him down in it. Slamming a few elbows into his face to keep him quiet, Riona steps back for some running room as the crowd begins to chant OLE, OLE OLE OLE.... many of them knowing what is coming up next as Riona sprints forward, booting Kalis right into the face and sandwiching his head against the barrier.

Tear: Stop it Riona!

Brian Rentfro: Look, we all know you're hot for Kalis, but trust me, you don't want that woman angry at you.

Tear: Speak from experience?

Brian Rentfro: If I did, I wouldn't be here right now.

Simon slumps out of the chair as Riona grabs a chair from a helpful fan at ringside. Riona goes to smash Kalis with the chair, but the PWA Tag Champ goes low, hitting Riona with a drop-toe hold that sends her face-first into the barrier. Simon picks up the chair and levels Riona with it as she gets back to her feet. Tossing the weapon aside, Kalis prepares himself as Riona slowly makes her way back to a vertical base, dropping down to a knee and slamming Riona in the gut with a hard right hand. Simon doesn't stop here though as he stands back up and throws a lightning quick right jab to the face of Riona that connects. Riona stumbles backwards into the ring barrier from the attack, and Kalis follows up with a running clothesline that sends Riona over the top of the barrier and into the front row. The fans start to scatter as Kalis climbs the barrier near the entrance ramp and runs along it, leaping out at Riona... and right into Riona's foot as she hits him with the Reality Check in mid-air! Simon crashes into a set of abandoned chairs and Riona begins her offensive once more as she drops a knee onto Simon's head before picking him up and whipping him into another set of abandoned chairs. Simon holds his back from the pain, but Riona shows him no mercy as she grabs another chair and throws it right into his face hard. Simon wobbles into the bottom of the concrete steps as Riona follows, bashing Simon's face in with a few hard elbows as the two fight up the steps, the crowd around them clearing out as security keeps the fans out of this match. Reaching the top of the steps, Riona attempts to send Simon's face into a steel pole, but the Pantheon member manages to put up a foot, blocking Riona's momentum enough to Simon to send the Apostle leader's skull into the bar instead! Riona staggers away, almost falling down the steps, as a small trickle of blood begins to flow down Riona's nose. Simon grins and yanks on Riona's hair again, pulling her into his arms before he grabs Riona by the shoulders and nails her right in the face with a nasty stiff headbutt!

Tear: That's using your head Simon!

Brian Rentfro: Too easy Tear. You gotta be clever.

Kalis continues the assault on the former PWA IC Champion as he whips her right into a concrete pillar face-first. Riona staggers backwards, right into Kalis as he grabs her in a half-nelson and slings her into the floor head-first with a wicked half-nelson suplex. Simon drops down to go for the first pinfall attempt of the match, but Riona kicks out at two. Grasping Riona and hauling her to her feet, Simon places her against the railing to the lower-level and steps back, looking for running room as flies towards Riona... BAAAAACK BODYDROP ONTO THE STEPS!!! Kalis arches his back from the sharp, intense pain as Riona falls to her knees, regaining her composure. Getting to a vertical base first, Riona looks down on Kalis as he gets to his feet and sneers before rushing forward, leaping off the steel bar and smacking Kalis right in the face with a dropkick that sends him tumbling down the stairs! Riona still lands hard on the concrete, holding her arm from the absurdly stupid move... Slowly regaining her base, she goes to follow Kalis down the steps when from out of nowhere, she is SPEARED BY MASAKAZU! The other half of the PWA Tag Champions, and Simon's son, poses as Riona lies against the steps... His father begins to stir down on the floor as Masakazu begins to lay into Riona with rights and lefts, before lifting her up and yanking her down the steps and to the floor. Simon painfully gets to his feet and nods to his son as they each grab one of Riona's arms and give her a BIG BEAL INTO MORE EMPTY CHAIRS!

Brian Rentfro: Come on, this ain't fair!

Tear: Anything goes my friend. The entire Pantheon could come out and this match would still continue.

Simon gives his son a brief fist pound before retreiving Riona, dragging her to the barrier. Masakazu rams Riona's face into the steel a few times to get her nice and wounded as Kalis tries to regain some of his composure. Masa climbs over the barrier and pulls Riona over just enough to where she is sitting on the top of it herself. Kalis, seeing what his boy is planning, nods and rushes forward... RIGHT INTO A WICKED CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE FROM LACEY GLORIA! Masa sees the other Apostle's interference and goes to take her out, but Riona keeps him at ringside as she gives him a face full of Reebok and leaps off the barrier, driving Masa's face into the floor with a tornado DDT. Riona is the first back up to her feet and goes over to Masa before grabbing him by the head and hauling him back up to a vertical base. Once Riona has Masa back up, the Celestial Trigger places Masakazu in a front facelock before signaling to the crowd that he is going for another DDT, but Masa fights out with a right hand to Riona's kidney before leveling her with a forearm. The former PWA IC Champion hits the mats after being decked by that forearm from Masakazu. Riona quickly gets to her knees, only to find her progress halted as Masakazu rushes forward and plants Riona's face right into the floor with a CURB STOMP! Seeing his father brawling with Lacey in the crowd, and getting the upper-hand, Masakazu seems to feel he doesn't need to help him as he instead pulls Riona to her feet and slides her into the ring. Before following her, Masa lifts the ring skirt up and pulls out, to a big reaction... A GLASS TABLE! He slides it into the ring and follows, as the ref doesn't know what to do about this match... But, to solve that dilemia, Mark Sommers appears on the ADCTron.

Brian Rentfro: It's the boss!

Tear: Thank you Mr. Obvious. Now, he's gonna throw Lacey out, right?

Chamelion: Well, well, well, this match is fun, isn't it? I'll cut right to the chase since I've got a Grizzly Beer Championship to win back... Since Masakazu and Lacey Gloria want so much to be a part of this match, THEY CAN, as I'm officially making this a tag team contest! Oh, and the PWA Tag Titles are NOT on the line here, sorry girls. Please, re-ring that bell.

Tear: What!?!

Brian Rentfro: Shows you. The Order is so boned.

Tear: Right, Riona Langly couldn't beat them with Emperor Ian, but she'll do it with Lacey Gloria. Like that'll happen.

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Riona gets to her feet, blood flowing down her nose, as Masakazu stalks her, driving a knee into the side of her head. Masakazu quickly continues the offense as he lifts Riona back to her feet and sends Riona flying with a quick T-Bone Suplex that plants her in the middle of the ring. Masakazu doesn't let up on Riona one bit as he yanks her up and power whips into her the turnbuckle. She slumps back on it, dazed from all the abuse in the match so far. Kanyon doesn't give her any time to rest as he smashes into Riona with a Turnbuckle Spear. Riona cringes, doubling forward as Masa then backs off with one hand holding Riona's head. He then grabs her left arm and drags her to the middle of the ring, but his attempt at an arm-wringer is halted with a desperation elbow strike from Riona. Masakazu stumbles a bit from the strike, and Riona presses the brief advantage with a knife-edge chop! The sound of hand meeting flesh can be heard throughout the arena as Riona starts to wail on Masakazu with chop after chop, driving him into a corner. Riona rushes forward, booting Masakazu in the skull with another Yakuza kick before grabbing the lid off of her trash can of goodies. Masa pulls himself to his feet and out of the corner, only to get sent right back as Riona whacks him with the lid, handle-side right into the face. Setting Masakazu onto the top rope, Riona reaches into the trash can and pulls out... a florescent light tube! Grinning evilly, Riona swings and shatters the tube right into Masakazu's stomach, sending him off the top rope and to the floor! Riona snaps off a crux pose for just a minute before springboarding off the top rope and to the floor with the ANGELIC EUPHORIA! She makes the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Riona slams her fist into Masa's chest out of fustration as the crowd's attention turns to Lacey and Kalis brawling on the outside.

Brian Rentfro: I could watch Riona do that move forever.

Tear: You just want to catch a glimpse of her boobs again.

Brian Rentfro: I've seen them, but never without them being covered in blood.

Tear: Gross. Just... Gross.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, it was.

Lacey gets the advantage of the brawl, using Kalis' weakened head as a target as she roundhouse kicks him in the face. Simon stumbles to a knee, and that is all Lacey Gloria needs as she grabs Kalis and drags him towards a concession stand on the floor. Grabbing ahold of Simon's bandana, she crushes his face into the stand before rearing back... AND SENDING KALIS RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS ON THE POPCORN MACHINE! Simon's face begins to bleed a crimson mask as Lacey grabs a chair and whacks Kalis in the back a few times before pulling him out of the glass. Grasping ahold of Simon's right arm, Lacey shows the PWA Tag Champion no remorse as she drags him over to the entrance ramp and forces him over the top of the barrier. Kalis rolls onto his back, holding his face as the blood streams down it, and Lacey grins, hopping onto the barrier and jumping off, driving her feet into Simon's face with a nasty double stomp! Gloria rolls from the impact and looks down the ramp as Riona has mounted Masakazu and is leveling him with elbows to the face. Lacey pulls Kalis towards the top of the entrance ramp and uses his head as a battering ram and she sends his skull into the steel of the entrance! She would do more, but Kalis seems to wake up just a bit from this latest attack on his head and shoves Lacey off of him. Lacey rushes back to continue the damage... SPINEBUSTAH ONTO THE STEEL RAMP BY KALIS! Simon slumps down and goes for the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Simon looks a little resigned at Lacey's kickout as he pulls her to her feet with a handful of hair and slowly drags her down the entrance ramp... He gets about halfway there before Riona looks up and rushes him. Kalis throws Lacey onto the steel in order to get some time to counter, but it's not enough as Riona hits a running STO that sends him back first into the steel!

Tear: Simon's just pouring blood right now.

Brian Rentfro: I'd be worried about that concession stand... so unhealthy.

Tear: You are a bastion of compassion, you know that?

Brian Rentfro: It's a gift.

Riona bounces to her feet after the impact and pulls Kalis to his feet, dragging him down the ramp and sliding him into the ring. Lacey and Masakazu get to their feet and meet each other head on at the entrance ramp, elbows and Eurocuts flying between them. In the ring, Riona clearly has the upper-hand as she picks up one of her discarded singapore canes and cracks Simon in the head once more with it. Simon staggers backwards into the ropes, and Riona follows it up with another swing, but a miss this time as Kalis ducks. Riona spins from the swing, and Simon reacts on instinct as he catches Riona and belly-to-belly suplexes her into the mat. On the outside, Masakazu gets the better of Lacey as he smashes an elbow into her face and follows it up with a DDT. He walks over to the ring and pulls out yet another table, setting it up as his father locks Riona in a sleeper hold. The blood flows down Riona's face as she fights out of the hold, giving Simon a few well-placed elbows followed up with THE PELE! Riona lands hard on her shoulder from the surprise kick as Simon staggers into a seated position in the corner. Riona gets to her feet and rushes forward to dropkick Simon, but Masa slides into the ring and yanks Riona to the mat with a handful of hair. Grabbing a pair of brass knuckles out of the trash can, Masa goes to punch Riona's lights out with the knux when Lacey flies out of nowhere with a springboard senton that sends Masakazu right into the mat, the knuckles flying off his hand and towards his father. Simon picks up the foreign object and puts it to good use as he punches out Riona as she goes for a Stinger Splash! Lacey attempts a flying forearm, but gets a fist of brass herself. Simon pulls Riona over to the corner and pins her in a coital style, using the ropes as leverage, but Riona STILL manages to get a kickout.

Tear: How does she keep doing that?

Brian Rentfro: She's Riona Langly, and she goes bey-

Tear: I am NOT letting you finish that line.

Barking orders to Masakazu to set up the glass table, Simon grabs Riona's hair and drags Riona to her feet and into the corner. Picking up Lacey with a strong grasp of hair, Kalis flings her into the corner on top of Riona before charging and hitting them both with a dropkick! Lacey gets the worst of the attack, of course, and staggers out of the corner right into a front-facelock from Simon! While Simon positions himself so he can suplex Lacey through the newly set up table, Masa takes the fight to Riona with a stiff running knee to her head. Masa goes for a bulldog on Riona, but Riona blocks the attempt and sends son into father, causing Simon to drop Lacey with the suplex, but not through the glass table! Riona picks up her discarded cane once more and waits patiently as Simon gets to his feet... CRACK! Down goes Kalis! CRACK! MASAKAZU STAYS ON HIS FEET! Riona drops the cane and quickly latches on an arm-triangle... TOURNIQUET! She goes for the cover... 1... 2... BROKEN UP! Simon pulls Riona to her feet, shakily, and gives her a knee to the gut, doubling her over before he starts to kick the crap out of her with the SINCERITY! Riona drops backwards from the series of muay thai kicks, but before Kalis can make the pinfall, Lacey comes out of nowhere and plants his face right into the mat with the DYSFUNCTION! She goes for the cover on Kalis... 1... 2... MASA BREAKS IT UP! He pulls Lacey to her feet and smashes her with knees to the gut before driving her into the mat with the MASADRIVER!

Masakazu drags his father over and puts him on top of Lacey as he attacks Riona, spearing her through the ropes and to the outside!

1... 2... Three!

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Tear: Woo! That's my boys!

Brian Rentfro: How could this be?

Eric Emerson: The winners of this match, the PWA Tag Team Champions of the World... Simon Kalis and Masakazu... the ORDER OF CHAOS!

Tear: What an incredible and bloody war did we just see between these four individuals.

Brian Rentfro: This was epic by all definitions of the word, Tear.

Everyone is in the ring again, battered and bruised, and it's a tense situation to say the least. Kalis turns to Masakazu and nods, wiping the blood from his face and tilting his head back. Riona and Lacey look ready to continue the fight as Kalis motions for a cigarette from ringside, getting a pack thrown in his direction and lighting up one of the cancer sticks. Masakazu gets into a fighting stance but Kalis shakes his head and steps forward with his hands up and his cigarette hanging from his mouth. He extends his hand forward to Riona Langly and nods his head. Masakazu steps forward and offers his hand to Lacey, and suddenly all four competitors shake hands as the crowd errupts into a chorus of cheers.

Tear: Wow, what sportsmanship from these folks! I knew Kali was a good man, a damn good man.

Brian Rentfro: Excuse me? My lady Riona is quite the sportswoman in this situation, she made Kalis bleed like a period.

Kalis and Lacey then shakehands as do Riona and Masakazu, and then Kalis drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as Masa jumps over the top rope and to the outside. They grab their titles and salute the women, Kalis taking a microphone with him as he traverses the entrance ramp. Holding his title firmly against his chest he raises it in salutations to the two women in the ring.

Simon Kalis: 'Till next we battle my fellow warriors.

Kalis nods his head and Masakazu salutes with a smile as both men head backstage now, Kalis still smoking his post-match cigarette.

Brian Rentfro: For the record the PWA does not condone the act of smoking folks! It's bad for you!

Knock, Knock...OUCH!!!

Cue the backstage camera. Our view switches to the PWA lockerrooms where we see that the door is swinging on one hinge. On passing within, our first image is scattered clothing and equipment and many small orange sploches all over the floor as a shattered mirror shows us one hundred plus cameramen. The water cooler is overturned, the water jug rolling around with it's contents sloshed across the tiles.

A moan attracts our attention to the right where we see a pair of feet sticking our from under a bank of overturned lockers (which is not completely on the floor only due to the long wooden bench bolted to the ground.) The EMTs rush into the locker room along with security and right the lockers and we see Ryan Lewis, The Kumquat Kid, laying in a puddle of blood and ... something else. Just above his head we see a large round "footprint ... hoofprint?" in a pile of orange mashed kumquat goop. Spray Painted across the now upright lockers is a note which reads ...


I smell Your FEAR . . .
and it smells so sweet!!

Ryan Ross vs Bubba J

No Ropes Barbed Wire Deathmatch

Tear Gutter: Well Jay, this is going to be one of the bloodiest and most gruesome matches we've seen in a long time.

Jester Jay: Oh yeah, I'm fully aware of that. The ringside crew are in the process of removing the ropes from the turnbuckles right now as you can all see watching at home, and they are being replaced with barbed wire. As well the padding has been removed from the turnbuckles.

Tear Gutter: I'm not sure what we can expect tonight with this intense feud that's been simmering for a few weeks now between Ryan Ross and Bubba J, but we're bound to find out as it explodes here tonight!

The smashing guitar riffs of "Alcohol" hit the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba. In his right hand he holds a bottle of liquor and he looks out at the crowd.

Eric Emerson: From Durham North Carolina, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds... The Ragin' Redneck... Bubba!

Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed reaction. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he would normally climb the turnbuckle, but considering their deadly fixtures he avoids doing so but chugs his bottle of liqour regardless.

Jester Jay: Yeah that'll help numb the pain. A good idea as always, from a redneck!

Tear Gutter: Oh please, you wreak of sarcasm.

Jester Jay: Me!? No!

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.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, his opponent. Weighing in at a total weight of 220 pounds and standing 6'2 tall. Hailing from Seattle, Washington. He is the FALLEN PRINCE! RYAN ROSS!!!!

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 down in disapproval. He looks into the ring and notices Bubba, who's already begin wrapping barbed wire around his fists. Ross acknowledges this fact and removes his leather attire from his upper body, throwing it aside as he walks up onto the apron and stands across from Bubba.

Tear Gutter: Feeeeeeel the tenssssssioooooon folks!!!!! THIS IS GONNA BE BIG!


Bubba rushes forward, jumping up and throwing a huge flying fist toward Ross. Ross attempts to dodge it but he only avoids his face as Bubba's barbed wire fist comes crashing down into his chest. The barbed wire hooks in and Bubba rips out a small chunk of flesh. Blood starts trickling down Ross' body as he stumbles back, rubbing the fresh cut. Bubba smiles as he starts yelling at Ryan Ross to come attack, and both men circle each other in the ring now. Ross rushes forward but Bubba grabs him quickly and pushes him into the barbed wire ropes, grinding and mashing his face against them busting him open immedietely. Bubba grabs his liqour bottle, Jack Daniels, from the canvas and uses it to low blow Ross to the ground. Ross holds his face and rolls around, as Bubba breaks the bottle over one of the turnbuckles sending shards everywhere. Bubba rushes forward and smashes the broken bottle into Ross' face, seemingly tearing off a chunk of his cheek. Bubba steps back and laughs as Ross reaches for some of the extra barbed wire left by the ring crew and starts wrapping his boots in it. As Bubba plays to the crowd and cusses Ross with his backturned, Ross spins himself and kicks Bubba down with his barbed wire feet. Bubba hits the mat and Ross flips himself over, bringing both feet down over Bubba's chest.

Tear Gutter: WHOA! What a horrendous move!

Jester Jay: Horrendous!? I'd say BRILLIANT!

The barbed wire cuts into Bubba's chest and Ross is up, wiping the blood from his face and he starts kicking the shit out of Bubba in the ribs. Each kick, unleashing chunks of flesh with their force. Ross lifts Bubba up and pushes him into the barbed wire ropes, now rubbing his face across the crippling barbed wire. Bubba pushes him back and rushes for a clothesline, but Ross ducks and counters with a vicious spinning kick to Bubba's face still with the barbed wire wrapped around his feet. Bubba stumbles near the turnbuckle and Ross capitalizes by running toward him and jumping up onto his back. Bubba stumbles forward and Ross grabs him by the head and forces his face down onto one of the barbed wire turnbuckles. Bubba screams as he's cut across his face and falls to the ground outside, flipping over the top rope. Ross climbs the turnbuckles, carefully, and raises his arms as he flies off with a huge elbow drop onto the ground outside. Bubba now bleeding himself, from many gashes across his forehead.

Jester Jay: Violence! Violence! Blood! Blood! YESSSSSS!

Tear Gutter: Dear god they're going to kill each other at this pace! It hasn't even been three minutes and both men are bleeding!

Jester Jay: Oh god I love Death matches!

Ryan Ross gets to his feet first, slapping his chest and nodding to the crowd who cheers the violence. He brushes them off as he walks over to the ring announcers table and grabs a steel chair. As he turns however, Bubba is up. Ryan Ross swings the chair wildly, Bubba using extreme redneck chair dodging skills he possibly picked up watching Jerry Springer, and throws a devastatng left hook catching Ross in the jaw. Ross' neck gets cut by the makeshift barbed wire gloves Bubba is wearing, and he drops the chair. Bubba swings the chair into Ross' legs, sweeping him down and out. While Ross remains on the ground catching his breath, Bubba unwraps one fist of barbed wire and wraps it around the chair now, creating a demonic weapon. Bubba throws the chair to the ground but as he turns around Ross is there to low blow him in the special area where storks go to get babies. Bubba keels forward, and Ross uses Bubba to help lift himself up while hooking him by the arms, lifting him up and slamming him down over the barbed wire chair with a double underhook piledriver. Bubba rolls away holding his head following the impact, denting the chair and leaving pieces of barb stuck in his face.


Jester Jay: Yes, yes.. Yay for blood? Calm the hell down, woman

Tear Gutter: Whoa! This is intense! I don't think this is going to be a very long match, Jay.

Jester Jay: No... really?

As Jay rolls his eyes, Ross lifts the chair and starts slamming it into Bubba's back. The barbed wire impacts harder against the chair and flesh tearing pieces out with each shot. Ross stops for a moment and stares at the bloody chair, as Bubba moans in pain on the ground. Ross then uses the chair to begin curb-side stomping Bubba as if they were on the street before Ross chucks the chair and goes for cover, hooking the leg.




Ross can't believe it as he gets up and grabs Bubba by the head, rolling him back into the ring. Ross carefully gets back in himself and as he goes for a kick to Bubba's head, Bubba grabs Ross' foot and pushes him backwards into the barbed wire rope. Ross latches on and screams as he pulls himself forward only to walk into a devastating sideway slam by Bubba. Bubba uses the one hand with barbed wire wrapped around it to start pummeling Ryan Ross as the fans look on in horror, the two men both starting to bleed out all over their body. Ross' face is now severely cut open, and he throws a wild elbow trying to get Bubba off of him and it works. He nails Bubba right in the nose and sends him back. But Bubba begins undoing the second piece of barbed wire from his other hand, but before he can use it Ross russian leg sweeps him back down to the mat. Ross grabs this free piece of barbed wire and uses it to tie up Bubba's neck with it as he locks in a border city stretch, applying tremendous pressure.

Tear Gutter: The barbed wire is cutting into Bubba's flesh, folks! It is cutting and grinding itself into one with Bubba! Not to mention the strain from the actual move itself, whoa! Hardcore!

Jester Jay: Finish him, Ross! Finish that asshole!

Ross pushes Bubba forward, the barbed wire tight around Bubba's neck. Bubba chokes as he bleeds from his neck and Ryan Ross approaches grabbing Bubba for a suplex... He goes for the Den-o Tornado! But Bubba counters, and suplexes Ross right into the ropes! Ross is entangled in the barbed wire ropes now, gasping for air as the pain is so great. Bubba falls to his knees in the ring, and then down onto the mat as he tries to slowly remove the barbed wire from his neck. Ross continues to get himself further entangled in the barbed wire as he struggles to escape it, tearing his flesh across his arms and chest and legs as he does so.

Jester Jay: They are going to need a mop after this match, folks. There's enough blood here to make the Red Cross jizz themselves!

Tear Gutter: Erm... That's one way of putting it, I suppose.

Bubba rolls out of the ring now and grabs the steel chair, throwing it into the ring before sliding back in. Ryan is still trapped in the ropes and Bubba is quick to pick up the chair. He begins taking swings with the chair at Ryan Ross while Ross is stuck entangled in the ropes!






Bubba throws the chair down as Ross is freed from the smacks, falling to the outside of the ring. As Bubba goes to the outside, Ross goes underneath the ring and rolls out of it with a baseball bat. Bubba is caught by surprise as Ross uses the bat to low blow Bubba, sending him to his knees. Ryan up and quickly attacks, hitting That Japanese Move! The impact much clearer and more forceful with his barbed wire wrapped legs. Ross is back up and lifts Bubba up, putting him by the head between the barbed wire ropes. Ross then lifts Bubba by the legs and pulls him, in essence hanging him with power from the barbed wire ropes. The crowd is going nuts as Bubba struggles to get free, but he finally does kicking Ross in the face and dropping to the outside himself. Bubba reaches into his pants with his right hand, rubbing his balls and smiling as Ross gets back to his feet himself. As Ross turns around Bubba smacks him with the right hand!

Tear Gutter: Ewwww! Nut Sack Attack! That's just disgusting!

Jester Jay: Not too painful, but definitely degrading!

Ross can't believe it but he returns in kind and spits blood into Bubba's face. Bubba is temporarily blinded as Ross smiles and rubs his own testicles, before slapping Bubba in the face with the same hand using a Nut Sack Attack of his own! Ross bodyslams Bubba into the ring onto the barbed wire ropes, and grabs another chair from the outside which he throws into the ring for good measure as Bubba rolls into the ring in pain. Bubba J grabs some free barbed wire and as Ross gets in the ring he applies an anaconda vice with the barbed wire, causing Ross tremendous pain and cutting. Bubba pushes Ross forward and throws a left! Ross with a right! Bubba with another left! Ross with another right! The fans are going nuts and the cameras are flashing all over the arena until Bubba blocks another right from Ross and headbutts him. Ross hits the canvas and Bubba, running on adrenaline sets up the two chairs in the ring. As Ross gets back to his feet Bubba grabs him and lifts him up, slamming him down HARD through the two chairs with a bone curdling spinebuster! The crowd goes nuts as Bubba goes for the cover, hooking the leg!




Ross finds it in him to kick out. Bubba rolls away from him, and both men remain down and out trying to recover from the intensity they've faced thus far.

Tear Gutter: I applaud these gentlemen. Shortening their lives in this way, is incredible. Men are such violent creatures.

Jester Jay: Yes. All for our entertainment. I say none of these guys wins, but we sure do!

Ross is up first now and he staggers around the ring as Bubba gets up. Bubba walks forward and goes for a big kick, but Ross catches Bubba's foot and spins him around before grabbing him by the head and DDTing Bubba into one of those exposed, barbed wire laden turnbuckles. Bubba's neck snaps back, and he remains on the canvas as Ross goes to pick him up. Ross puts his head underneath his legs and raises his arms as he lifts Bubba up into a powerbomb position. Ross then runs forward, and jumps forward with the most incredible Royal Bomb we've ever seen! He lands Bubba right onto the barbed wire ropes, but the barbed wire ropes give way and Ross falls forward slamming his face onto the apron as Bubba lands on the outside on top of a tangled mesh of barbed wire.


The camera's flash, and even Jay and Tear look on silently, in awe of the destruction. Bubba J seems very hurt on the outside now, as there is a whole mess of barbed wire specifically tangled into his shoulders. But Ross lays hurt after slamming his teeth against the apron and Bubba slowly gets into the ring now. Bubba takes Ross up, both men staggering but Bubba throws a heavy left, then a heavy right and gives Ross a swift kick in the gut before taking him out with Trailer Park Trash with the barbed wire wrapped around his shoulder!!!!! The crowd explodes into a frenzy of cheers and applause as Bubba falls to his knees next to Ross, and falls over him for the pin.




Raw Mike leaps over the crowd barrier and slides into the ring in time to break the three count off of Ross. Suddenly from backstage out comes the entire Royal Court, save for The Phoenix. All of the men congregate to the ring and surround Bubba J.

Tear Gutter: Oh my god this isn't going to end well for Bubba.

Jester Jay: Dumb. Redneck.

All of the Royal Court starts stomping away at Bubba. Ryan Ross is slow to get to his feet as his fellow Royal Court members dismantle Bubba J in the ring to the chorus of boos from the crowd. Ross grabs the barbed wire chair and sets it up, while asking his teamates to back off. This time as Ross lifts Bubba up, he successfully flips Bubba down and out HARD into the barbed wire steel chair with the Den-o Tornado! The crowd boos as Raw Mike and RJ Banks help Ryan Ross stand, using one foot to cover Bubba J.





Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, by pinfall, RYAN ROSS!

"Freedom Fighter" hits the PA once more as the Royal Court take turns beating down Bubba, before they all stand in the ring with their arms raised. The crowd boos furiously as Ross and the rest of the Royal Court make their way backstage.

Tear Gutter: Oh this isn't over, not by a long shot.

Jester Jay: Yeah. It isn't over if they don't die on the way to the hospital.

Marxx (c) vs Kumquat Kid vs Shadow Starr vs “The Show” Chad Kurtis

Intercontinental Title Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is one fall and will be a triple threat for the PWA Intercontinental Championship!

Brian Rentfro: Due to the attack earlier on tonight Kumquat Kid was not cleared to wrestle and this match was changed to a three way that would pit current Intercontinental Champion, Marxx, against former champion, Shadow Starr and newcomer Chad Kurtis!

Jon McDaniel: Alot of people will see the change and think this should make things easier for Marxx, but with this change, things have become worse for the champ.

Brian Rentfro: This is true, before it was a elimination match meaning Marxx could coast and let the other guys pin themselves and then kick it in gear for the last pin. Now that advantage has change.

Jon McDaniel: That's right now its one fall takes it all. Which means Marxx now doesn't have to be pinned in order to lose the title. So If he makes one mistake, everything could slip from his grasps.

Brian Rentfro: With that being said, let’s go to Eric for the introduction of our superstars tonight!

The lights go out and you hear the soundbyte, 'Ali said I'm the greatest' then on the 'Starrtron' a old style movie house clip advertising the snack bar comes on then 'Cocky' hit the speakers and pryos go off as 'The Show' makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, now fighting out of Durham NC…he is “THE SHOW”….CHAD KURTIS!!!

Jon McDaniel: Does he not just look impressive, Brian?! The PWA did an amazing job finding this piece of talent and after his impressive victory over The Andalusian at Rampage, the sky’s the limit for this smoking hot talent.

Brian Rentfro: I think you might want to marry him, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: You would say that, Brian, because you’ve got a thing about seeing me nude and having sex with guys.

Brian Rentfro: If you would stop showing me the videotapes then maybe I wouldn’t!

Jon McDaniel: I can’t help it if my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

Brian Rentfro: …what?

Jon McDaniel: Did I just say that? On live, national television? Shit…

Eric Emerson: Introducing next…

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.

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

Eric Emerson: From Cleveland, OH…

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.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA Intercontinental Champion…SHADOW STARR!!!!

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.

Brian Rentfro: So we were talking about your milkshake?

Jon McDaniel: Let’s not! I think Eric is ready to announce our final opponent in this match! Take it away, Eric!

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 Indianapolis, Indiana. He is the reigning PWA Intercontinental Champion…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.


At the sound of the bell, Chad Kurtis and Shadow Starr rush right at Marxx who begins firing off quick jabs to Kurtis and Starr! However, the two superstars gang up on MX and push him into a corner as they have a common interest in taking the champ out. Starr connects with a few stiff kicks to his stomach before giving way to Kurtis who begins hammering him with a succession of elbows to his sternum! Kurtis yanks MX forward and whips him off the ropes before sending him to the ground with a vicious clothesline! As Kurtis gets up though, Starr is already measuring him up and connects with a dropkick to his left knee! Kurtis goes down to one knee as the barely larger Starr wraps his arm around his neck and leaps up before planting him with a brutal DDT! Starr quickly climbs to his feet only to be met with a stiff bicycle kick to the face from MX.

Brian Rentfro: And a lot of back and forth action here to start off this match! It looked like there might be a truce between Starr and Kurtis there for a moment, but Starr tossed that right out of the window as he took the first open shot he could on Kurtis!

Jon McDaniel: A dangerous move by Starr as he has to be a veteran in these situations and take advantage where advantages are open to him. That same thinking is what won him the IC Title from Viktor Stone and Razzior.

Brian Rentfro: Very true, but Marxx, after all of that, is the one left standing after the opening stanza. He knows that the best way to win one of these kind of matches is to keep going and never allow one of his opponents to get too far away from him.

MX helps Starr up to his feet before connecting with a fist to his jaw! Starr stumbles backwards before MX manages to connect with another one, and this one sends Starr into the ropes! He grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring before connecting with a back elbow that sends the Midnight Role Model crashing to the ground! He doesn’t stay down for long though as he gets up and both competitors lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. MX is quick to put him in an armbar before slamming his elbow into Starr’s shoulder! Starr walks away clutching his shoulder as MX bounces off the ropes and rushes towards him, but Starr is quick on his feet as he nails him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing to the mat! Using the ropes to get up, Starr gets up to his feet and narrowly dodges a fist from The Show! As Kurtis turns around, Starr connects with a vicious European uppercut, but Kurtis retaliates with a stiff head butt that sends Starr crashing to the ground!

Brian Rentfro: And I’m certain that Starr is looking for a bottle of Advil after that shot!

Jon McDaniel: I thought only Circa can move her head like that.

Brian Rentfro: Wow…that one was actually funny.

Jon McDaniel: Well thank you, I’ve been practicing…

Brian Rentfro: Anyway back to the action as these three just keep going around and around in a circle, neither competitor able to get the clear advantage and take the momentum of this match!

Jon McDaniel: It’s going to be extremely tough in this environment to pull something like that off. It’s going to take timing and luck to pull off a victory here tonight.

Kurtis turns his attention to MX who is up to one knee at this point. He grabs him by the neck and yanks him up to his feet before sending him back down with a scoop slam! MX arches his back from the pressure of the slam as Kurtis bounces off the ropes and nails a kneedrop across his throat! He rolls over onto his stomach as he grips his throat, feeling as if a semi-truck had just ran over his neck! A smile slips across Kurtis’ face as he bounces off the ropes and connects with an elbow to his lower back, continuing the pain all around for the IC Champion! Kurtis is quick to his feet as Starr is stumbling around as he gets back up! Kurtis is quick to the draw as he sends Starr flying into a nearby corner! He then walks over to Starr and begins connecting with shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust to the abdomen of the former IC champion! Kurtis then backs up a few inches before running full speed with his shoulder aimed at Starr’s gut! However, Starr manages to move out of the way at the last possible second, and Kurtis slams his shoulder into the steel ringpost!

Jon McDaniel: Rookie mistake right there…going to the well one too many times on a vet in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Great instincts being shown there by Starr and that is exactly what he needs in order to get the win here! Kurtis is gonna have to cut the amount of mistakes if he wants to get his first PWA title.

Jon McDaniel: That’s going to be a problem for him if Starr or Marxx take advantage of that situation.

Starr looks at the injured Kurtis as he clutches his right shoulder and wastes no time as he grabs the injured arm and wraps it around the top rope before wrenching on it to worsen the pain for him. Meanwhile, MX is slowly getting to his feet before he bounces off the ropes and connects with a forearm to the face of Starr! Shadow Starr clutches his face in pain as he holds onto the top rope to make sure he doesn’t fall! He quickly kicks MX in the leg before wrapping his arm around his neck and sending him back down to the mat with a vertical suplex! MX rolls through the pain though as he gets back up to his feet in a hurry and blocks a fist from Starr! He then kicks him in the abdomen before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a flipping dropkick that sends Starr flying out of the ring! As he gets up, he slams his elbow into Kurtis’s gut before taking him and himself over the top rope with a running clothesline!

Brian Rentfro: And this is where everything can change in this match!

Jon McDaniel: Well all its gonna take is one false move for someone to be able to get the upper hand.

With all three athletes outside of the ring, MX is the first one to his feet and he wastes no time as he begins stomping away at Starr and Kurtis, wanting to keep both of them down for as long as possible! He then grabs Starr by the neck and yanks him to his feet before sending him back first into the side of the ring! He grimaces in pain as he goes to kick him in the gut only for him to grab his leg and send him crashing to the floor with a leg trip! MX though fights right back to his feet only to be met with a German suplex from a waiting Starr! Starr gets up to his feet and focuses again on the injured shoulder of Kurtis! However, with some time to adjust to the new pain, Kurtis is fighting through it and manages to get to his feet before sending Starr headfirst into the ringpost! As Starr stumbles backwards from the sudden impact, Kurtis wraps his hands around his waist and sends him crashing into the barrier with the belly to belly suplex! Starr howls in pain as Kurtis turns around only to be met with a knee to the gut before his face is slammed into the steel steps by Marxx!

Brian Rentfro: BRUTAL shot from Marxx right there! And Kurtis has been split wide open as his head smashed against the sharp edge of the steps!

Jon McDaniel: Looks like the ref has seen enough and want them to get back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Damn and the action was about to get good out there.

Jon McDaniel: About to get god!?! Kurtis is has a face full of blood right now!!!

MX grabs Kurtis by the head and rolls him back into the ring as he notices how out of it he seems. He climbs back into the ring as well before going for the cover on Chad Kurtis!




And before the referee has a chance to get to the three count, Starr has somehow fought through his pain and broken up the pinfall with a stiff kick to the back of MX’s head! The former IC Champion rolls off of Kurtis only to met with a knee to the back of him by Starr who keeps the intensity up as he drags him up and over with a dead weight German suplex!

Brian Rentfro: WOW, did you see the way Marxx folded up on impact!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx looks out of it as Starr looks like he wants to make sure he stays that way!

Starr turns his attention to Kurtis as he begins stomping away at the back of the head of The Show! He then begins pulling Kurtis up to his feet before hammering him with a few forearms to the gut! Kurtis is wincing from the pain as Starr whips him across the rope and as Kurtis bounces off the ropes, Starr connects with a high back drop! Kurtis goes crashing to the ground as Starr walks over to the nearby corner! He climbs up to the top before driving the elbow on the fallen Kurtis! He then quickly gets back up to his feet and grabs Kurtis’s legs before going for a Cloverleaf submission! As he turns Kurtis over though, he’s met with a sick looking Yakuza kick to the face from MX!

Brian Rentfro: And Marxx refuse to let the match go on without him as he is able to get back into the ring. But he has taken some serious damage in this match!

MX slams his forearm into Starr’s face again as Starr stumbles into ropes and is holding onto the second rope! He lifts Starr off the mat while Star holds on the second ropes and flips him over the top ropes onto the ringside mats.

Brian Rentfro: Thats what I call crash and burn.

Marxx turns around and is greeted by Kurtis who is firing lefts and rights backing the IC Champion into the corner. Kurtis leaps up pinning Marxx in the corner. He looks like he is going to start to rain down punches, when Marxx quickly headbutts him in the midsection.

Jon McDaniel: We got movement on the outside from Starr but will he make it in time?

Marxx lifts up Chad in the fireman;s carry postion before walking out of the corner. Marxx quickly shifts Kurtis so that Kurtis’ knees are on Marxx’s shoulders and Marxx is holding Chad’s head. Marxx leaps in the air, making sure that when he lands, Kurtis’ head and neck absorbs the impact.


Jon McDaniel: Once again a rookie mistake backfires on Kurtis!

Brian Rentfro: The champ is going for the pin!

MX then crawls over to the fallen body of Kurtis and goes for the cover!





Brian Rentfro: And look at Starr who is a second too late to get into the ring in time for the save.

Jon McDaniel: That's gotta hit Starr hard as he was oh so close.

Eric Emerson: Your winner…and still PWA IC Champion…THE MIDNIGHT ROLE MODEL…MARXX!!!

He lies on his back at first, exhausted from the fast paced match, but then sits up before his eyes land on Shadow Starr who is clutching the bottom rope as it looked like he was about to make another save, but just didn’t make it in time! A look on Starr’s face gives it all away to MX as he’s beyond pissed at himself and at him as he slams his fists into the ring apron! He slowly gets to his feet as the referee raises his hand in victory!

Johnny Maverick (c) vs Aeolus Wrath vs Chamelion vs Matt Stone

B.Y.O.W. Grizzly Beer Title Match

Tamara Christopher Onassi: The following match is a fatal four-way for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship, introducing the first challenger...

The opening riffs of "Code Of Energy" by Papa Roach blare over the PA system, a single spotlight seen at the top of the ramp. It continues and from the back emerges Aeolus Wrath in his black and purple windbreaker hood and matching windbreaker pants, his hands and wrists taped up for combat.
He walks solemnly down the ramp to the ring, stopping once to look side to side at the crowd, as they boo him, a sly grin forming on his face. He climbs onto the apron of the ring and scales a turnbuckle, tossing back his hood to reveal his jet black hair almost combed down over his eyes. He bumps his fists
together and does a moonsault. When he lands, white pyros scream and explode from all four posts in the ring. His music dies down, as he removes his windbreaker and kicks it to the side, throwing some shadow punches and kicks in his corner.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Introducing challenger number two...

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!


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. In his hand he holds what appears to be a metal mask.

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, and slips the mask on over his head, securing it in place.

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 Aeolus Wrath.

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.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Introducing challenger number three...

God Damn I love Me

The opening of "I don't care" can be heard as from the back Matt Stone walks out with a smirk of arrogance. He had the Grizzly Beer Championship over his shoulder and walking about five feet behind him was Zach Hazard. Stone was 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 was wearing a Chex Mix t-shirt over his wrestling attire and Zach had n a Chex Mix hat. Stone walked up the steps and got in the ring, Zach just stood in a corner watching on, ignoring the booing fans in the PWA arena. Stone stood proud in the ring ready for the match.

Tamara Christopher Onassi: And the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion!...

"I'll never give in, I'll never, ever give up" X2

Johnny steps from behind the curtain and pounds on his chest, intensity etched on his face.

"You come around here you forget how to act
Slinging your fiction off of the rack
You put up a front to hide what you lack
I just laugh at your pathetic attack
I'll never give in, I'll never, ever give up X4"

Johnny lets out a roar before sprinting to the ring as fast as he can.

"Your role models, they sold you lies
They told you it's cool to drink and get high
It doesn't pay to be someone who buys
Into the hype, open your eyes
I see you, I hear you, I watch your parade
And I see right through the choices you've made
You have no self respect but you're getting paid
There's some things in life I'll never trade"

Johnny slides under the bottom rope and stands, running to a turnbuckle and letting out another roar.

"I'll never be bought, I'll never be sold
I'm glad to walk out here in the cold
I don't have time to watch the drama unfold
I've seen enough and it's getting old."

Johnny jumps down and faces/waits for his opponent.

Ding Ding

Jester Jay: These four men with a variety of weapons here.

Tear Gutter: Aeolus with a basic steel chair, Johnny with an innovative set of brass knuckles that are chained together.

Jester Jay: Matt Stone with his defunct Television title and Chamelion with a metal mask.

Aeolus rushes for Chamelion, swinging the steel chair, Chamelion lets the chair ding off his mask as he points to his head. Aeolus jams a boot in his midsection before slamming the chair down on his back. Johnny has the knucks on his fingers, he and Matt are circling each other, waiting for an opportunity. Aeolus with a dropkick that sends Johnny into Matt who plants him with the belt, Aeolus looks up... belt to the face. Wrath goes down hard as Matt Stone stands tall in the center of the ring.

Jester Jay: The former champion looking really good so far.

Tear Gutter: Yes... he is.

Jester Jay: Get a hold of yourself woman!

Matt bends down, picking up the brass knuckles that Johnny has dropped, he tosses them out of the ring, quickly following is the steel chair that Aeolus brought to the match. Stone lifts Wrath up to his feet, arm drag onto the TV title belt, he rolls Aeolus over, but instead of making a cover begins to pound away on his face. Stone seems to be taking out all of his frustration at losing the belt on Wrath in this one match. Chamelion hits the ropes, running knee into Stone's temple rolls him off of Aeolus, Chamelion pulls him up to his feet. Chamelion with a head butt to Wrath, a second, and a vicious third busts Wrath open early here in this contest. Chamelion delivers vicious elbows to Wrath's face before climbing up in the corner to deliver more vicious elbow strikes.

Tear Gutter: Chamelion has Wrath in the corner.

Jester Jay: Johnny is getting back up.

Johnny with a fist into Matt's temple before he looks around for his brass knuckles. Johnny clotheslines Matt over the top rope to land with his neck over the apron. Johnny hits the ropes, leg drop nearly decapitates Matt Stone on the outside. Aeolus wraps his arms around Chamelion's waist, high ended spinebuster and Chamelion's head slams into the title belt, but he is unaffected. Having unintentionally used another's weapon, he is not disqualified. Chamelion taps Wrath on the shoulder, pointing to the metal mask and shaking his head. Chamelion with a vicious right hand, but Aeolus is able to roll out of the way and avoid the majority of the blow. Wrath pulls himself up to his feet.

Jester Jay: Johnny has just found his brass knuckles.

Tear Gutter: and he has them wrapped around Matt's throat, choking the life right out of him.

Matt's face is turning red from the lack of oxygen, but he is powerless to do anything about it. Aeolus flies through the ropes sending them both down with a plancha before he climbs back up to his feet. Chamelion with a diving headbutt through the ropes connects with the back of Wrath's skull sending him head first into the railing. Chamelion quickly rolls Wrath back into the ring, wanting to go for the pin, Stone grabs his foot to prevent him from entering. Chamelion turns around to stomp on Stone's hand, but Matt pulls him off of his feet. Chamelion sits hard on his ass as Johnny flies over Matt with a spinning toe kick sending Chamelion over onto his side. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Aeolus is slowly getting back up to his feet. Aeolus slides back out of the ring to retrieve his steel chair, he hefts it in his hand before walking around to where the three men are located.

Jester Jay: Aeolus doesn't look happy.

Tear Gutter: When does he ever?

Wrath walks around the corner, chair shot to Chamelion, chair shot to Johnny, chair shot to Matt Stone and Aeolus is the only one... Chamelion with a chop to Wrath’s thigh; the mask protecting him. Chamelion up, Wrath with a chair shot right into Chamelion's groin, no mask to protect him there. Chamelion holds himself, clothesline from Wrath puts Chamelion on the apron. Aeolus finishes rolling Chamelion into the ring, he follows in after him. Wrath brings Chamelion up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes, Aeolus takes a small side step, crescent kick right to Chamelion's ribs halts the former Grizzly Beer champion. Chamelion bends to one side holding at his ribs, Wrath with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down to the canvas.



T--Johnny Maverick pulls the referee out of the ring; the zebra giving him a very hard time about it. Johnny slides into the ring, Matt Stone following quickly after him. Wrath looks up to see what happened, Johnny with a brass knuckled fist into his face busts him open, but only a tiny bit. Johnny pulls him up, draping him over the top rope with the assistance of the chain between the two brass knuckles. Stone pulls Chamelion up to his feet, knee to the midsection following it up with a side headlock, thumb right to Chamelion's eye. Mark with an elbow to Matt's side, a second, and he lifts him up... atomic drop. Chamelion with a quick dropkick sends him into Johnny who drops Aeolus down before spinning around. Here comes Johnny with a clothesline. Chamelion goes down, he kips back up to his feet. Matt Stone with a clothesline takes him down, Chamelion kips back up, a bit slower though. Matt Stone with a dropkick sends Mark right into Johnny Maverick who catches him in a rear waistlock, German suplex.

Tear Gutter: All of this action is hard to keep up with.

Jester Jay: You are telling me.

Tear Gutter: Exactly what I just did, who else would I be talking to.

Johnny rolls up to his feet, Chamelion still clutched in position, Johnny makes an adjustment. Maverick rolls a bit to the left with this German, slamming Chamelion's shoulder into the mat, he rolls through a third time, Chamelion's shoulder is slammed one more time. Johnny gets up, TV Title to the face. Johnny goes limp as he falls to the canvas, Matt Stone wraps the belt around his knee, he lifts Johnny up... Combo Breaker right to the title belt, he makes a cover.



Jester Jay: Aeolus Wrath there to prevent the win for the former Grizzly Beer Champion.

Tear Gutter: Stone doesn't appear to be too happy.

Indeed he doesn't as he un straps the belt, swinging it in Wrath's direction; he ducks under the swinging championship nailing Stone with a front kick to his midsection. Wrath goes for a neckbreaker, Stone reverses it into a neckbreaker of his own and Wrath is down. Stone gets up, placing the plate side of the belt down on Wrath's face. Stomp... stomp... stomp... stomp... stomp... stomp...

Tear Gutter: Matt Stone stomping away on Wrath's face here.

Jester Jay: Yeah, isn't it wonderful? A free face job.

Chamelion and Johnny are just standing in the corner watching the stomp fest go on. Matt turns to find them both standing there, he motions for them to come and get some. Chamelion nods, he charges in; Johnny charges in. Matt Stone with a hip toss to Chamelion, arm drag to Johnny. Matt Stone is up quickly turning to face the oncoming Chamelion, arm drag to him this time before turning back to face the rising Johnny Maverick. Johnny runs, Matt leaps to the side, drop toe hold right onto the TV title, Matt hurriedly covers him.



Chamelion pulls Matt Stone up from the pin, right hand to Stone, right hand again. Chamelion with a chop to Stone's chest. A second chop, third, fourth, and Stone's chest is reddening from the impact of flesh on flesh. Chamelion kicks Matt in the midsection before lifting a knee into his upturned face. Chamelion rocks him up vertically with a European uppercut. Chamelion drops down onto the mat as Johnny comes flying in with a body splash in the corner meant for Chamelion and Matt Stone, but only getting Matt Stone. Chamelion takes the opportunity to roll Johnny up for a pin.



Th--Matt stomps on the back of Chamelion as Aeolus pulls the referee's leg to stop the count. Johnny rolls up to his feet to meet Chamelion, but Aeolus spins him around decking him with right hand after right hand. Wrath whips Johnny into the corner, he scales them quickly flipping back over Wrath.. or trying to anyways. Aeolus catches him, driving him head first into the canvas with a piledriver. Aeolus makes the cover, but the referee is counting Matt Stone's pin of Chamelion. Wrath dives over quickly, but Chamelion kicks out with some authority. Matt looks up right into the soccer kick from Wrath that nearly snaps his head off, he rolls over into the corner. Wrath turns back to Johnny who is slowly getting back up to his feet, he rushes back over. Soccer ki... no! Johnny catches the foot, spinning around to sweep Wrath's other foot out from under him. Wrath hits the canvas.

Jester Jay: Sweet move there from Johnny.

Tear Gutter: Johnny locking on an anklelock submission.

Aeolus rolls over into the ropes and the hold is broken quickly, but Johnny isn't happy about it. Wrath has something in his hand, but what is it? He swings connecting with a set of his own brass knuckles, Johnny hits the canvas hard, but the referee saw it and is calling for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Aeolus Wrath has been disqualified!

Taking the distraction of everyone looking at Wrath's furious countenance, Chamelion swings the steel chair at Matt Stone sending him down to the mat, where he stomps on his left leg. The referee turns just in time to see Chamelion holding the steel chair.
Ding! Ding! Ding!

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Chamelion has been disqualified!

Tear Gutter: Whoa, two disqualifications in less than five seconds.

Jester Jay: Matt Stone handed that chair to Chamelion then fell down... I saw it.

Chamelion looks up, removing the mask to toss it to the side, sheer joy with himself showing on his face. He smiles that grin of his before shrugging his shoulders. Stomp... stomp... stomp... stomp... he continues stomping away on Matt Stone before turning to nail Johnny Maverick with the steel chair as well. Chamelion turns back to Matt Stone, and places his leg between the rims of the chair. Another stomp fest as it looks like Chamelion is trying to break Matt's leg.

Tear Gutter: Chamelion is going to break his leg!!

Jester Jay: He is very talented, a precision instrument of destruction.

Chamelion steps through the ropes and heads backstage leaving Johnny and Matt to settle the championship between themselves. Johnny pulls himself up from the mat, blood streaming down his face from the multiple face and head shots he has had during this match. He walks over to where Matt is lying on his front, his neck still in the chair. Johnny removes his head from the chair before tossing it outside of the ring and bringing Matt Stone up to a kneeling position. Johnny looks at the blood also dripping from Matt's forehead. Maverick with the brass knuckles right into the face of Matt Stone, once, twice, and a third time taking Matt out. Johnny holds him up, slapping him a bit to revive him so that he feels the pain he is fixing to inflict. Johnny twists him... neckbreaker and Matt lays motionless with his feet so near the ropes; Johnny pulls him from the protection of the ropes and into the center of the ring. Maverick rolls him over, locking on a crossface chicken wing submission, using the chain to dig into the flesh of Matt's throat.

Tear Gutter: Johnny with a crossface chicken wing here, but I don't think Matt can tap out.

Jester Jay: I don't know if Matt would tap out.

The referee holds the arm into the air once and it falls. A second time... and it falls. A third time... the hand falls, but stops right before it touches the canvas. Matt Stone is still fighting in there somewhere, not willing to stop the match just yet. Johnny releases the hold as Matt shoves upwards causing Johnny to actually flip off of him.

Jester Jay: Matt fighting back, he has got to be on fumes.

Tear Gutter: As is Johnny Maverick.

Johnny stands, his mouth open, Matt fills the gaping hole with a jumping high kick right into his mouth. Johnny falls into the ropes, Matt sends him running to the other side. European uppercut to the running Maverick nearly sends him down to the canvas, but Matt catches him wanting to keep this offense at a blistering pace. Matt delivers a series of shoot kicks, shin kicks, to Johnny leaning him up against the ropes so that he doesn't have to keep a hold of him. Matt wraps Johnny up, over head belly to belly suplex takes Johnny down onto the canvas, and Matt Stone is riding the adrenaline high in this offensive set of moves.

Jester Jay: Matt better not slow down.

Tear Gutter: Who knows when the adrenaline may leave you.

Johnny is panting on the mat, trying to catch his breath and figure out some way to reverse this momentum Matt has collected. Matt pulls him up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes. Johnny seizes his chance, he leaps into the air coming down with a Lou Thesz press on Matt Stone in the center of the ring. Johnny pounds away at Stone's head with the brass knuckles, pounding and pounding away with not only his right hand, but his left as well. Stone seems to be going unconscious, but the referee is powerless to stop this heinous move.

Tear Gutter: Johnny is relentless in this hold.

Jester Jay: Of course, each move may be the last one for either wrestler.

Johnny pulls Matt up, wanting to punish him a bit more with a different move, he boots him in the midsection, double underhooking his arms... double underhook suplex, Johnny makes the cover on the blood stained canvas.



Thr--Matt Stone kicks out!

Jester Jay: Oh My God!

Tear Gutter: Matt Stone kicks out!

Johnny can't believe it either, his mouth is open and everything. Johnny sets Matt up for and delivers a Dragon suplex, he makes another cover.



Thr--Matt rolls up his shoulder again, Johnny and the crowd just simply can't believe it; for that fact neither can the referee.

Tear Gutter: Matt is not going to give up, he is not quitting.

Jester Jay: This match could last all night! And they say Rampage is the best.

Johnny lifts the nearly unconscious Matt up to a vertical base, back handed... No! Mat catches the wrist, but Johnny quickly spins his body to deliver a knee into Matt's midsection doubling him over. Johnny tucks Stone's head in between his legs before lifting him up and he plants him with a power... no wait! Matt counters with a facebuster, but that is all he can do.

Tear Gutter: Matt counters the powerbomb with a facebuster!

Jester Jay: But he is unable to make the cover!

Matt lays there on his back as Johnny lays there on his face, both men exhausted, bloody, hurting, and both wanting to win this contest. Stone begins to crawl for the ropes, looking for their help in getting up to a vertical base, he reaches them. Johnny has started crawling for the ropes as well, but Matt is up to his feet first, leaning on the ropes for support. Johnny pulls himself up, Matt is there with a right fist into his face before delivering a back handed chop of his own to Johnny. Stone with a boot into Maverick's midsection before locking him in a front facelock. Matt lifts him up, twisting at the hips a bit.

Tear Gutter: A beautiful Snap Suplex there from Matt Stone.

Jester Jay: But he only has energy to make the cover.



Thr--Johnny somehow rolls a shoulder up to keep the match alive, Matt Stone can't believe it this time. Matt is using a bit of anger to fuel his adrenaline as he pulls Johnny back up to a vertical base and whips him into the ropes, Johnny rebounds. Matt with a springboard martial arts kick takes Johnny down, but Matt knows that this isn't enough as he walks over to lock on the Anaconda Vice, looking for a knock-out.

Jester Jay: The hand is lifted and... it falls.

Tear Gutter: It falls a second time.

Johnny manages to hold it a half an inch above the mat the third time, but just barely as it wavers big time. Matt lifts Johnny up, the match wearing on his body, but intending to finish it once and for all. He lifts Johnny into the air.

Tear Gutter: Combo Breaker!

Matt makes the cover as the ref slides into bloody position.




Ding! Ding! Ding!

Tamara Christopher Onassi: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Champion... Matt Stone!

Matt rolls out of the ring as his music plays. He walks over to the timekeeper's table to get his Grizzly Beer belt, he holds it high over his head.

Jester Jay: Matt Stone has earned that belt.

Tear Gutter: With blood, sweat, and pain.

My Brother's Keeper

We're backstage once more where we see Kalis getting himself back into his civilian attire. Suddenly we hear a loud bang coming from the hallways, and Kalis' bodyguard Desert Eagle sets himself up in front of the locker room door.

Desert Eagle: Threat level red, sir. Threat level red, sir.

Simon Kalis: What is it?

Kalis skulks over to his duffle bag, reaching for a combat knife he has stashed away inbetween his clothes. He keeps a safe distance from Eagle until their locker room door is kicked down. Eagle stumbles back as a masked assailant rushes in and smashes a blood soaked crowbar over Eagle's head. Eagle stumbles back now, and Kalis rushes the assailant but Eagle gets to him first, headbutting him hard, down and out. Kalis kicks the crowbar away from his hand and kneels forward, placing the knife to his throat.

Simon Kalis: And who the *BEEP* are you?

Kalis removes the ski mask and stumbles back, in shock.

Simon Kalis: Ace!?!

Desert Eagle: Shall I terminate the threat, sir?

Simon Kalis: No, no... This is my brother, Eagle.

Kalis throws the knife aside and holds Ace in his arms on the floor.

Simon Kalis: His mind is damaged, that's all. Call Agent Olen, tell him I have his son.

Desert Eagle: Yes sir!

Desert Eagle salutes as he touches his ear to use his bluetooth connectivity to call Agent Olen.

Simon Kalis: Don't worry, we'll get you all the help you need Ace.

Ace: Haha...

Ace laughs and then coughs as he lets his head hang and passes out.

Simon Kalis: I expected more from you, brother. Not this pathetic attempt.

Kalis looks around curiously, before looking back up at Desert Eagle.

Simon Kalis: Have you seen Mas?

Desert Eagle: Negative, sir.

Kalis lets Ace go and runs into the hallway, going down quickly until he rounds a corner where we see EMT's tending to a bloodied Masakazu.

Simon Kalis: My god.

Masakazu has puncture wounds on his arm from the crowbar.

Simon Kalis: Jesus Christ! What the hell happened!?

EMT: He's been stabbed, Mr. Kalis. We're getting him to the hospital right away. These injuries are not life threatning and are fairly minor, no need for concern.

Kalis kneels forward and holds Masakazu's hand as he's taken away by stretcher. Kalis follows as we fade away.

Jethro Hayes vs Matthew Engel

World Title Texas Death Match

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen! The next match is for the World Heavyweight Championship! It is a Texas Deathmatch!

Brian Rentfro: Jon, what's the stipulation here?

Jon McDaniel: There are no disqualifications, falls count anywhere, and you can only win if you pin your opponent and they do not rise after a ten count. So basically there could be multiple pinfalls in this match, but knowing Engel and Hayes they are going to try to beat down each other as much as possible before attempting a pin.

Brian Rentfro: So it's like Extreme Rules, Last Man Standing?

Jon McDaniel: Technically.. yes.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger...hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

"Moonlight is thought to transform some people into strange creatures to drive others mad..."


[one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind]


"Does the moon actually possess such strange powers?"

"Or is it all just... lunacy?"

The song "Moon Baby" by Godsmack kicks in hard as Matthew Engel appears from backstage. Green and silver pryos shoot off in front of him, and the crowd is on their feet.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet and weighs in tonight at 217 pounds... he is a two time World Heavyweight and Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. ENGEL!!!!

Engel makes it to the ring and climbs in. He removes his tuxedo jacket, dress shirt, and tie. He is wearing his usual white wife-beater, dark green dress pants, and black boots.

Eric Emerson: And his opponenting, 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. But, to everyone's surprise, Hayes sprints to the ring from backstage. Engel is startled, but gets in a defensive ready position. Hayes slides into the ring and tosses the World Title to the referee Lance Weston. Hayes goes right after Engel and tries for a clothesline, but Engel ducks underneath. Engel tries for a right punch of his own but it gets blocked by Hayes. Hayes kicks Engel low and then DDTs him to the mat.

Lance Weston finally calls for the bell to ring and the match to start.


Brian Rentfro: Oh, thank you Lance. About damn time!

Hayes picks Engel up and unchambers lefts and rights into Engel's stomach and chest. Hayes shoves Engel into the corner and rushes in with a clothesline and connects. Engel stumbles out of the corner and then Hayes picks up Engel in a full-nelson and slams him to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes has wasted no time and is dominating Engel early in the match.

Brian Rentfro: What a cheap start by Hayes. He didn't give Engel any time to get ready in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Engel had plenty of time, Brian.

Hayes gets Engel up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Hayes hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on Engel. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a highly elevated leg drop over the throat of Engel. Hayes goes into the ropes again for another leg drop, but Engel rolls out of the way just in time.

Brian Rentfro: Whoo! Come on Engel!

Engel gets to his feet, and climbs up the turnbuckles. Hayes gets over to his feet and runs toward the corner. Just before Engel can jump off, Hayes nails Engel with a right hand. Hayes takes Engel down to the mat with a gorilla press slam!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes' strength is endless, Brian! Did you see how he lifted Engel with ease?

Brian Rentfro: Well Engel isn't that heavy of a guy, Jon, so yeah I can see that.

Hayes waits for Engel to get up, and then nails Engel with a right punch. Hayes whips Engel into the ropes and Engel comes back only to have Hayes hit 180 spinebuster on him. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a splash over Engel. Hayes gets to his feet and lays the boots to Engel, and then gets him to his feet. Hayes knees Engel in the stomach and then sends him shoulder-first into the ringpost. Engel connects violently with the ring post and Hayes pulls him out of the corner. Hayes picks up Engel and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Engel's back is to the ring and Hayes climbs to the middle rope. He puts his head underneath Engel's left arm and picks him up, slamming him back-first into the mat below.

Jon McDaniel: What a reverse suplex off the top rope from Hayes! He's not letting Engel breathe!

Brian Rentfro: Don't worry Engel will get out of this soon.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Engel seems to be in some major pain.

Engel is grabbing his back. Hayes gets Engel up to his feet and slams his big fist into Engel's lower back. Hayes does it again, and again. Hayes sends Engel into the ropes, and Hayes immediately goes into the ropes perpendicular from Engel. Engel bounces off the ropes the same time Hayes does and Hayes gives Engel the Plow from the side!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Hayes crushed Engel!

Brian Rentfro: Wow..

Hayes gets up to his feet, getting the crowd pumped up. Engel stirs a bit, trying to get to his knees. He's gasping for air. Engel grabs the ropes and tries to get up, but Hayes is back on him again. Hayes slams his fist into Engel's back again and then takes Engel down with a german suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is in a lot of trouble here, Brian. If he can't do something about Hayes' offense then it might be over for him.

Brian Rentfro: No way, Jon. Engel is too good and too experienced for that.

Hayes begins to climb to the top rope. The crowd gets crazy as Hayes is standing on the top rope. The big man tries to keep his balance and then leaps off with an elbow drop, but Engel moves out of the way! Hayes connects with nothing but the canvas. Engel tries to get up to his feet quickly, but he's in a lot of pain. Hayes gets up to his knees. Engel finally to his feet the same time Hayes is, and Hayes charges in. Engel ducks underneath and then hits a roundhouse to the back of Hayes' head!

Jon McDaniel: What a kick from Engel!

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah!

Hayes holds his head and Engel slams his fist into Hayes' side. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm to Hayes' head, taking the big man down. Engel stomps Hayes on the mat, and then slides out of the ring. Engel reaches for something underneath the ring. He brings it out, and it's a steel chair!

Jon McDaniel: I think Engel has had enough and feels it's time to let loose on Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: No kidding Jon!

Engel slides into the ring with the chair and Hayes is on his feet. Engel swings, but Hayes moves out of the way. Hayes kicks Engel low and Engel drops the chair. Hayes tries to go for the Planter and gets Engel up on his shoulders, but Engel tries to fight out of it, hitting Hayes in the head with lefts and rights.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes is going for the Planter!

Brian Rentfro: Engel reverses out of it! Hurricanrana!

Hayes is taken down with a hurricanrana. Engel gets up to his feet and grabs the chair again. Engel walks over to Hayes, but Hayes kicks Engel in the left knee! Engel drops the chair again, as his left knee has given him problems in the past. Hayes rises to his feet with a big uppercut, knocking Engel to the mat. Engel gets to a knee and Hayes charges in, but Engel headbutts Hayes in the stomach and then elbows Hayes in the head. Hayes stumbles back and Engel tries for a spinning heel kick, but Hayes catches Engel before Engel can connect. Hayes hits Engel with a belly to belly suplex! Engel crashes to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: What a reversal from the champ!

Brian Rentfro: Engel is definitely hurting from that suplex and needs to get back on offense here.

Hayes walks over to Engel and picks him up by the head. Hayes slams Engel head-first into the turnbuckle. Hayes delivers a huge chop to Engel's chest.

Crowd: WHOO!!!

Hayes sends Engel into the ropes. Engel bounces back and Hayes tries for a big boot, but Engel ducks underneath, wrapping Hayes by the waist from behind. Engel tries for a german suplex, and even gets Hayes off his feet.

Jon McDaniel: What strength from Engel! He's trying to german suplex Hayes!

Brian Rentfro: Engel is one of the fastest and strongest guys for his size in the PWA, Jon.

Jethro uses all of his weight to come back down to the mat. Engel tries to do it again, but Hayes forces Engel to back up rather quickly and then smashes Engel against the corner. Engel is forced to let go, and Hayes hits an ace cutter on Engel!

Jon McDaniel: What a move from Hayes there!

Brian Rentfro: Where did he learn THAT?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. Hayes isn't known for his technical abilities but he sure is bringing it strong tonight!

Hayes gets to his feet and comes down with a kneedrop over Engel's forehead. Hayes gets Engel up to his feet and nails him with a european uppercut. Hayes backs off a bit, and puts his dukes up. He nails Engel with calculated hooks and jabs. Engel is barely able to stand, and his lip is busted open. Hayes takes a step back, and then nails Engel with a huge haymaker. Engel goes right back down to the mat. Hayes towers over Engel and gets him up to his feet again. Hayes raises his hand up in the air to keep the crowd going, but Engel takes away Hayes' moment with a low blow.

Jon McDaniel: A low blow from Engel... now that's cheap, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: And perfectly legal!

Hayes falls to the mat. Engel gets up and stomps on Hayes' head. Engel climbs up to the top rope, his back to the ring. He smiles at the crowd and then leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp and lands directly on Hayes' chest. Hayes goes crazy in the ring, holding his chest and trying to gasp for air. Engel doesn't let Hayes breathe and connects on Hayes' face with a vicious kick. Engel mounts Hayes and unchambers lefts and rights. Engel grabs Hayes by the head and yells at him, and then reaches back with his right hand and delivers a crushing blow to Hayes' face.

Jon McDaniel: What an aerial move from Engel, I really thought he was going for the moonsault.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is deceptive in the air, you think he's going one way and he goes another.

Engel gets up to his feet and sees the steel chair that he brought in earlier. He grabs it. Hayes is trying to get up to his feet, still holding his chest. Hayes turns around and Engel nails him directly on the forehead with the chair!

Brian Rentfro: OH YEAH!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes... Hayes is bleeding badly after that chair shot.

Brian Rentfro: And it only took one shot! That should show you how strong and awesome Engel is.

Hayes can taste his own blood, and his eyes light up with anger and fury. Hayes gets to his feet and Engel swings at him again, but Hayes catches the chair. Engel and Hayes both hold the chair, but Hayes overpowers Engel and slams it into Engel's face! He does it again, again, and again! Engel stumbles back and Hayes throws the chair at Engel. Engel catches it right at face level and Hayes punches the chair as hard as he can, slamming it into Engel's nose!

Jon McDaniel: GOOD GOD! Hayes just punched that chair into Engel's nose!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel's nose is bleeding again. I thought he got that fixed!

Jon McDaniel: His nose wasn't the problem, Brian. Jethro's fist was the problem!

Engel falls to a knee, holding his nose. Hayes tosses the chair away, his blood pouring out of his forehead. There's obviously a huge gash right in the middle of his forehead, just above where a potential unibrow could be. Hayes wipes the blood away and goes after Engel again. He hits Engel with a knee and then picks him up for an atomic drop and connects! Engel bounces back into the ropes. Hayes tries to clothesline Engel over the top rope, but Engel ducks down and lifts Hayes over the top rope. Hayes falls to the floor below and crashes hard, rolling up against the barricade.

Jon McDaniel: What a counter by Engel, and he's gonna use his tiny period here to rest for a moment and hopefully stop his nose from bleeding.

Brian Rentfro: He's trying to clot it, but I don't think it's working.

Hayes gets to his feet as some of the fans in the front row give him some encourage. Hayes, instead of going into the ring, reaches for something underneath it and pulls out a table.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes has got a table!

Jon McDaniel: Wait, what's ON that table?

Brian Rentfro: Uhh.. is that barbed wire?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, and the surface of the table is covered in thumbtacks that are pointed up.

Brian Rentfro: Holy... this can't be good! Hayes is setting up the table on the outside near the apron, and Engel finally realizes what he's dong!

Engel's eyes light up and then he goes to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes. He comes back and then launches himself over the top rope and tries to land on top of Hayes and take him down. Hayes catches him, lifts him up as high as he can, and then hits Engel with the Planter through the table with the thumbtacks and barbed wire!


Brian Rentfro: ... I.. that is incredible!!!

Engel is in serious pain. He tries to roll off the barbed wire and thumbtacks, but it only hurts him more. Finally he escapes the modified table's wreckage... and Hayes begins to stalk him. Engel is crawling to safety, his back covered in tacks and blood.

Jon McDaniel: Holy.. Engel's back is cut nearly everywhere.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes isn't done yet...

Hayes grabs Engel by the hair and pulls him back toward the wreckage. Hayes tosses Engel back onto the thumbtacks and barbed wire, and Engel yells out in pain. Hayes slides into the ring. Hayes climbs to the top turnbuckle and the fans are cheering him on to finish Matthew Engel right here and now. Hayes leaps off with an elbow drop from the top turnbuckle to the outside floor below, crashing down on Engel and driving him hard into the tacks and barbed wire again. Engel cries out in more pain... and the floor is turned red from Engel's blood. Hayes caught some wire and tacks when he landed as well, but not that bad as he manages to get to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God Brian... Hayes is a monster right now.

Brian Rentfro: This needs to be stopped. Look at Engel! His back is shiny and bloody!

Engel, still trying to stay in the fight, gets up to his knees. His back is still covered in tacks and blood. Hayes grabs Engel by the head and walks him over close to the announcer's table. Hayes slams Engel head first into the announcer's table, and the only good thing about the impact was that it knocked off some of the tacks that were stuck in his back. Engel falls to one knee.

Brian Rentfro: Come on Hayes! Take it back to the ring!

Hayes shoots Brian a scary look. Brian sits back down.

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Hayes picks Engel up and runs him right into the ringpost. Engel hits head-first and falls to the ground. Hayes stomps on him some more, and then picks Engel up off his feet. He drops Engel over the barricade on his throat. Engel bounces off and lands to the mat below. Engel is crawling away, trying to escape underneath the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Engel. That's not a bad idea.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes isn't having that as he grabs Engel, who's about half-way underneath the ring, by the legs and drags him out.

Brian Rentfro: Wait, Engel has something. A fire extinguisher! Engel turns around and sprays Hayes with it!

Engel sprays nearly the whole can on Hayes.. and Hayes is temporarily blinded. Engel then uses the fire extinguisher by slamming it into Hayes' head. Hayes falls to a knee, still kind of blinded. Engel combines kicking and slamming the fire extinguisher into Hayes until Hayes falls to the mat. Hayes tries to wipe away the blood and mess from the extinguisher. Hayes can finally see again, only to watch as Engel uses the extinguisher one last time to open up Hayes' forehead cut some more.

Jon McDaniel: Good God... Hayes is bleeding even more now.

Brian Rentfro: Thank God we have those EMTs on stand-by, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: We do? Then where the hell are they?

Engel tosses the fire extinguisher away. He goes underneath the ring again and grabs a ladder. It's a 12 foot ladder, and he slides it in the ring. Engel goes over to Hayes and grabs him by the head. He slams his elbow into Hayes' throat and then tosses him into the barricade. Engel's back is still a bloody mess, and Engel runs over and nails Hayes with a butterfly kick!

Brian Renfro: That's such a pretty kick when Engel does it.

Hayes nearly falls to the mat, but Engel catchs him by the chin. Engel gets Hayes to his feet and lays him across the announcer's table.

Jon McDaniel: Come on Engel we need this!

Engel just laughs. He grabs something else underneath the ring. It's another steel chair. He raises it up and smashes it down on Hayes' chest. Hayes covers his chest, as he cries out in pain. Engel punches Hayes in the head and Hayes' face is now covered in blood. Engel places the chair over Hayes' chest and then slides into the ring. He sets up the ladder against the ropes so that one he can only climb up one side of it. He climbs up to the top of the ladder and is now standing directly on top of it, with his back to Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: Wait Engel! Don't do this!

Brian Rentfro: It's too late!

Thousands of people fall silent as Engel leaps off the ladder and comes down on top of Hayes, the steel chair, and through the announcer's table with the Euthanasia.

Jon McDaniel: Oh *beep* ME!


Engel remains on top of Hayes, but both men aren't moving. The referee, Lance Weston, is forced to count.




Lance Weston signals that a pinfall has been made.

Jon McDaniel: Engel still isn't moving. Doesn't Engel have to be standing in order for the ten count to begin?

Brian Rentfro: I don't *beep*ing know, all I know is that was AMAZING!

Lance Weston waits for Engel to get to his feet before he can start the 10 count. Engel begins to move, and referee Lance Weston reminds him that he needs to get up before he can start the 10 count. Engel makes an effort to get to his knees, as his back is still bloody. Engel finally gets up to his feet, but barely. Lance Weston acknowledges that Engel is standing, and begins the ten count on a motionless Hayes.

Lance Weston: 1!

Jon McDaniel: Here we go, Brian. Engel might have this won!

Lance Weston: 2!

Lance Weston: 3!

Hayes does begin to stir, but it's nothing to write home about. His eyes are simply open, and his head is moving. That's a good sign.

Lance Weston: 4!

Brian Rentfro: Stay down Hayes! You're finished!

Lance Weston: 5!

Hayes is now moving the rest of his body, and trying to turn over on his belly.

Lance Weston: 6!

Lance Weston: 7!

Hayes amazingly gets up to a knee.

Lance Weston: 8!

Engel is barely alive, using the barricade as an aide to keep from falling to his knees. He sees Jethro begin to climb to his feet.

Lance Weston: 9!

Jethro gets to his feet.


Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE HELL!?

Engel stares at Hayes with wide eyes, and Hayes looks over at Engel.

Jethro Hayes: COME ON!!!!

Hayes can barely stand. Engel runs over and tries to clothesline Hayes, but Hayes gets the big boot up in time and catches Engel right in the face. Engel goes down, and Hayes almost falls down as well. Hayes shakes his head, and blood and sweat fly off his face. Hayes picks Engel up and slides him into the ring. Hayes falls to a knee... and then searches underneath the ring. Hayes pulls out about four tables. He puts them in the ring one by one, stacking them on top of each other.

Brian Rentfro: Oh my God, four tables?

Jon McDaniel: Whatever Hayes had planned, it doesn't look good for Engel.

Hayes tries to get into the ring, but Engel kicks him in the side of the head. Hayes falls on the apron and Engel pulls him through the ropes. Engel drives his elbow into the back of Hayes' neck and then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Engel gets a burst of energy and lays the boots to Hayes' face and chest. He picks Hayes up and whips him into the ropes. Hayes comes back and hits a flying clothesline on Engel! Hayes gets to his feet, and uses all the strength he can muster to pick up all four tables and place them standing up along the nearest set of turnbuckles. Hayes turns around and is met by a flying kick from Engel. Hayes gets knocked back into the tables and Engel doesn't let Hayes go as he nails him with rights and lefts into the stomach. Hayes shoves Engel away and Engel comes back, hungry for more. Hayes nails a right hand on Engel's eye and then bursts out of the corner with a running lariat, taking Engel down.

Jon McDaniel: Engel kept trying to cut Hayes down but it wasn't working!

Brian Rentfro: Oh God, I think I know what Hayes is gonna do with those tables...

Hayes gets Engel to his feet and tosses him back-first into the tables. Engel screams out in agony, his back still cut up from the barbed wire and tacks. Hayes goes near the opposite corner and goes into a 3-point stance.

Jon McDaniel: The Plow!

Hayes charges and at the last minute, Engel sees it coming and makes a move to get out of there, but it's too late. Hayes changes his angle a bit and catches Engel with the Plow and puts him through all 4 of the tables. Hayes' head misses the tables and the ringpost by just a few inches because of Engel changing his position. Engel collapses to the mat, and Hayes backs out of the corner, dazed a bit. Hayes falls to one knee, blood still pouring out of his face. Engel is motionless in the corner, and table debris is all over him.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's back might be broken, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe what I just saw. That's 315 pounds coming full-speed at you putting you through 4 wooden tables!

Brian Rentfro: DON'T REMIND ME!

Hayes drags Engel out of the debris and the corner, and covers him.




Lance Weston signifies to the staff on the outside that a pinfall has been made. Hayes slowly climbs to his feet, and Lance Weston begins the count.

Lance Weston: 1!

Lance Weston: 2!

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is silent here, awaiting to see if Engel will make it back up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Wait, do I hear Engel chants?

Jon McDaniel: You're delusional.

Lance Weston: 3!

Brian Rentfro: No.. I am hearing Engel chants.


Lance Weston: 4!

Engel is still motionless in the ring.

Lance Weston: 5!

Jon McDaniel: Wow, I haven't heard a chant for Engel in quite some time.

Lance Weston: 6!

Lance Weston: 7!

Engel finally stirs. He flips over and tries to make it to his knees.

Lance Weston: 8!

Jethro leans back in the opposite corner, waiting.

Lance Weston: 9!

Engel makes a last ditch effort to jump to his feet. He grabs the ropes to help him stand up, and Lance Weston checks on him. Engel says he can continue.

Jon McDaniel: We'll see what Lance has to say...

Lance, hesitant at first, allows Engel to continue.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is still alive Jon!

The crowd goes crazy as Lance backs away from Engel and signals that the match will continue. Hayes smiles, and gives Engel a slow clap for respect. Engel sarcastically gives him a bow, barely able to stand on his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable, Brian. Engel's toughness is rivaled by only one person in the PWA and that's the World Champion.

Hayes and Engel lock up, but Engel falls to a knee being overpowered by Hayes. Hayes puts Engel in an armbar and Engel cries out in pain. Engel's free arm gives Hayes a shock to the ol' family jewels, and Hayes backs away for a moment. Engel rises up with a knee uppercut to Hayes, and then Hayes gets backed into the corner. Engel gives Hayes shoulder thrusts into his stomach and then Engel stomps Hayes down in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: It's amazing that Engel still has this much strength left after what he has been through.

Brian Rentfro: What about Hayes?

Jon McDaniel: Both men have proved their worth and then some here tonight!

Engel slides out of the ring and grabs yet another weapon from underneath the ring. It's a chain! Engel slides back into the ring and wraps the chain around his hand. He steps a few steps toward Engel and...


Engel nails Hayes in the head with his chain-wrapped fist! Hayes falls to the mat, as a new gash in his head appears. More blood pours out of Hayes and Hayes looks lifeless on the mat. Engel drops the chain next to Hayes. With Hayes on the mat, Engel rises to the top rope, his back to the ring. He then jumps off, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across Hayes' mid-section.


Jon McDaniel: Nobody's gotten up from a second Euthanasia, Brian. Nobody.

Engel gets off of Hayes, though. He doesn't cover him right away. He instead grabs the chain and wraps a little bit around his wrist. Then he wraps the rest of it around Jethro's throat and begins to pull back as hard as he can, choking Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God, he could kill Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: Wow.. Engel is going way too far. He had him beat already.

Hayes is struggling for air, but the fight slips away from him and he slips into unconsciousness...

Jon McDaniel: Engel choked him out!

Engel covers Hayes.




Lance Weston signifies that a pinfall has been made. Engel gets up to his feet, and Lance begins the count.

Lance Weston: 1!

Lance Weston: 2!

The crowd is silent as their hero lays in the middle of the ring, motionless and covered in blood.

Lance Weston: 3!

Lance Weston: 4!

Jon McDaniel: He's not moving at all, Brian.

Lance Weston: 5!

Lance Weston: 6!

Lance Weston: 7!

Brian Rentfro: I... was it really necessary, Jon?

Lance Weston: 8!

Jon McDaniel: Hayes agreed to these terms, Brian. I don't agree with it, but Hayes knew the risks.

Lance Weston: 9!

....still no movement from the Southern Hero.


"Moon Baby" by Godsmack hits the sound system as Eric Emerson, looking shocked as ever, steps into the ring. He raises the microphone to his mouth.

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... and new PWA World Heavyweight Champion... MATTHEW... ENGEL!!!

Lance Weston hands Matthew Engel the World Title. Engel falls to his knees, hugging the title as if it was a lost puppy or a sick child. The crowd is still silent, in shock about what Hayes and Engel both look like. Engel slips out of the ring. EMTs rush down and immediately go right to Jethro in the ring. Another team of medical techs comes down to try to help Engel, but Engel shoves them away.

Brian Rentfro: Matt, they're just trying to help you.

Engel walks up the rampway, and raises the World Title in the air. There are some applause, some boos. Jethro is being put on a stretcher. And then - the unthinkable happens.

Jon McDaniel: Engel just fainted! He's unconscious! Somebody help him!

The second EMT team that tried to help Engel before is swarming Engel now... Engel is motionless, and also being put on a stretcher. Several IVs are out as both men are being stretchered out of the arena and to their respective ambulances.

Brian Rentfro: I.. I can't believe it. Both men went so far, but at what cost, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Isn't this what you wanted, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Not anymore. And it's not over for Engel... he agreed to face Shadow Starr next week on Rampage in an Ironman match.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, we'll update you on that match as well as the health of both Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: I still can't believe we have one more match left.

Hunter Sullivan vs The Phoenix

Battle Dome for the Global Title

Tear Gutter: We've had a night of great PWA action, but it isn't over yet. We're about to see the biggest match of the night, one that's been months in the build up!

Jester Jay: That's right, Tear Gutter! The Chaos announce team finally gets to call a PWA main event!

Tear Gutter: That's not exactly what I meant, Jay. This next match will be the return of the Battle Dome to the PWA for the first time in over a year.

Jester Jay: The fans at home love this match and they'd like to see it happen more often but due to the danger involved we can only use it under extraordinary circumstances.

Tear Gutter: Well, this feud would certainly qualify. These two men, the Phoenix and Hunter Sullivan, their story is worthy of a Shakespearen drama. They've gone from friend and allies, tag team champions even, to the bitterest of enemies. Sullivan stole Phoenix's Global title and his spot in the Pantheon and now he's looking to end his career once and for all. Phoenix is looking for revenge and redemption.

Jester Jay: They're both crazy, if you ask me! Who the hell signs up to be in a Battle Dome? I mean, the only way to win is for your opponent to fall 20 feet to the hard ground below! And unless I've messed up the math, only one of these guys is gonna win, so that means the other's gonna be eating some concrete!

Tear Gutter: That's what we're about to find out. Both the men will be announced and head to the regular ring where they'll be attached to a harness and raised up to the Battle Dome hanging above. Once they're both in place, their cables will release, dropping them into the cage and the action will begin.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is for the PWA GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger...

The synthesizer riff of the Final Countdown starts to play and the crowd cheers. It is suddenly cut off and replaced with the sound of distorted guitars and drums as Alter Bridge's Metalingus begins.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Orlando, Florida...

I've been defeated and brought down

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dropped to my knees when hope ran out

Eric Emerson: PWA Hall of Famer...

The time has come to change my ways

Eric Emerson: The Phoenix!

The scream of a bird of prey fills the arena as the song's chorus starts. The Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp and the crowd erupts into cheers. The Phoenix appears not to hear them as he walks purposefully to the ring area. A group of attendants surround him and start securing him to his harness.

Eric Emerson: And now, the PWA Global Champion...from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, Hunter Sullivan!

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 area, standing across from his opponent. Another group of ring crew secures Sullivan into his harnessing.

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

Tear Gutter: The two men are now being lifted into the air, high above the arena floor and suspended into position over the Battle Dome. When senior referee Lance Weston gives the signal, the cables will be released and both men will drop into the cage and the battle begins!

Jester Jay: My man the Viper has other plans, Tear!

Hunter grabs the emergency release on his harness and let's it go, dropping into the ring. On the floor below, Lance Weston can't see this happening and doesn't give the signal to drop Phoenix for a few seconds. Phoenix drops into the ring, but Sullivan is already on his feet waiting on him.

Tear Gutter: Hunter cheated to gain an advantage on the Phoenix!

Jester Jay: Hey, Rob told Hunter earlier in the week that this is war and everybody knows there aren't any rules in a war!

Sullivan pounces on Phoenix, driving a knee into his back. Phoenix rolls partway through the impact, but Sullivan isn't giving him any time to catch his breath. Sullivan advances, bending over to grap a Singapore cane as he does it. The Viper stands over Robinson, grinning from ear to ear with the cane raised over his head. Robinson rolls to the side as the blow comes down, hitting the mat. Robinson plants his hands behind him, bracing himself as he launches both feet right into the side of Hunter's left knee. Hunter screams and collapses down to one leg.

Jester Jay: What the hell? Phoenix can't do that! Kicking out someone's knee like that can end a career!

Tear Gutter: I thought that was the whole point of the Battle Dome!

Jester Jay: Come on, Tear, this match is to end Robinson's career!

Robinson gets to his feet and Sullivan does the same, favoring his left leg. The two men start to circle each other, looking for an opening. Phoenix shrugs and then charges, lifting Sullivan off his feet and ramming him into the side of the cage. Trapped, Sullivan can't stop Phoenix's flurry of knees to his midsection, each one knocking the wind out of him until he's left gasping for air. Robinson backs up and plants a side kick on Sullivan's solar plexus, causing him bounce off the mesh of the cage. Robinson takes him down with a drop toe hold and applies a half crab to Sullivan's left leg.

Tear Gutter: Phoenix is going back to the injured leg of the champion.

Sullivan tries twisting out of the crab, but Phoenix is holding him steadily in the middle of the ring. Desperate, Hunter reaches out and grabs a pool cue, swinging it backwards with as much force as he can from this awkward position and clips Phoenix in the neck with it. Phoenix lets go of the leg, but the blow from the pool cue didn't do any real damage. He spins around and lays the boots to Sullivan who rolls away, but Phoenix keeps chasing. Sullivan ends up laying next to the wall of the cage with no where else to run to. Phoenix drops down to his knees and uses Sullivan's pool cue to choke his opponent in a camel clutch. The Viper grabs the cage wall and uses his upper body strength to slowly pull himself to his feet. Phoenix steps back, measure and swings hard with the pool cue, connecting with the side of Hunter's head. The pool cue breaks into two jagged pieces.

Jester Jay: Phoenix should just go to the cage door and jump out right now! The way Hunter pulled himself to his feet, there's no way Phoenix can keep that man down!

With Hunter laying prone on the mat, Phoenix reaches into his boots and pulls out two pairs of brass knuckles.

Tear Gutter: Apparently the arsenal in the cage wasn't enough for the Phoenix, he had bring his own hardware!

Phoenix straddles Hunter's chest and starts raining down right and lefts with the brass knuckles. Hunter's face starts to swell almost instantly and a cut appears above his right eye. Out of instinct, the champion grabs the back of Phoenix's head and yanks him down into a head butt, dazing the Phoenix. Hunter shoves the Phoenix off of him and then clips him with a right hand of his own. Hunter rolls over on top of the Phoenix and puts a knee on the back of his opponent's neck, then starts unlacing his mask. The Phoenix squirms, but can't find the leverage to get free. Hunter pulls the mask free and tosses it aside, then grabs Robinson's hair and pulls him to the side of the cage. Still holding his hair, Hunter grinds Robinson's face into the cage, slicing his forehead open.

Jester Jay: That's payback, baby! Make him bleed, Hunter!

Hunter drops Phoenix and turns to look through the various weapons in the cage. As he's digging around, Phoenix gets up and stalks towards him. But before the Phoenix can press the attack, Hunter spins around with a steel chair, swinging the chair up and around, almost like a golf club, knocking Phoenix backwards, actually lifting him off his feet before he crashes to the mat, not moving.

Tear Gutter: That could be it! Now Hunter just has to get him out of the cage and he'll retain the title!

Hunter heads to the cage door and swings it open, then heads back to the Phoenix. Hunter grabs Phoenix's foot and starts pulling him toward the open door of the cage. As they approach the opening, Phoenix grabs the side of the cage and holds on. Hunter pulls harder on the foot, leaning backwards to do it. Phoenix sees his opportunity and kicks with the other foot, knocking Sullivan off-balance and headed toward the open door.

Jester Jay: NOOOOO!!!!

Just before falling out, Hunter grabs the door frame and hauls himself back into the cage. He shakes a finger accusingly at Phoenix and then starts stomping him. Once Phoenix stops moving, Hunter takes his time, measuring his attacks and delivering them with pinpoint accuracy. He starts working on Phoenix's neck, delivering a leg drop and then another before pulling Phoenix to his feet. Sullivan tries to lift Phoenix up into the air in vertical suplex position, but can't quite get him up because of his hurt left leg. Hunter tries a second time and is able to hold Phoenix up, displaying his strength to the crowd, then comes crashing down, forcing Phoenix to take the brunt of the impact on his head and neck.

Phoenix is making futile, token efforts to fend off Hunter, but lacks the wherewithal to actually defend himself. Hunter continues the neck attack with a Dragon sleeper, wrenching hard on the neck and back. Several minutes pass as Phoenix tries to fight it off, but can't get any reach or leverage to do so. Finally, he stops moving and a minute after that, Hunter lets him fall to the mat.

Tear Gutter: The Global champion is firmly in control at this point. Phoenix's earlier onslaught isn't doing much to help him at this point. Unless he can get his act together in a hurry, this could be it for his Global title aspirations.

Hunter is again digging through the weapons until he finds what he was looking for. He turns around with one of the jagged halves of the pool cue and heads towards the Phoenix. Hunter lifts the cue up to the boos from the crowd and smiles. He bends down and uses the broken wood to scratch an X across Phoenix's chest. The X immediately starts to bleed. Hunter smiles at his handiwork and backs up to the edge of the cage. Hunter runs forward and leaps into the air, holding the wood with the pointed side down and bracing the end with one hand, like he's about to stake a vampire. At the last second, Phoenix rolls to the side and the pool cue slices through the canvas of the mat and then falls to the ground below.

Tear Gutter: Hunter Sullivan just tried to murder the Phoenix!

Jester Jay: Yeah, that was probably bad form on his part. See, the idea is to beat the other guy up so bad that the fall is what kills him, not cause you stabbed his heart out.

Robinson gets to his feet, wobbles and then falls down to his knees.

Tear Gutter: It looks like the Phoenix is having a hard time standing up.

Jester Jay: Just look at his face and see how much blood he's lost!

Hunter laughs at Phoenix as he advances. Hunter lines up his shot and then lands a left hook, rocking Phoenix's head back. He lines up a second shot and it lands with a thud. The Phoenix starts to laugh, which quickly becomes mixed with coughing. Hunter looks puzzled and punches Robinson again, but that just causes him to laugh louder. Another punch, more laughter. This infuriates Sullivan, who starts punching faster, but Robinson doesn't go down to the mat and doesn't stop laughing.

Hunter Sullivan: STOP LAUGHING!

Sullivan hauls back and lands a brutal jab, causing Robinson's head to snap back. But still, he keep laughing.

Hunter Sullivan: WHAT...

Hunter swings and hits.

Hunter Sullivan: IS SO...

Hunter lands another punch.

Hunter Sullivan: FUCKING FUNNY???

Phoenix stops laughing and tries to answer, but Hunter apparently didn't hear him. Again, Phoenix's lips move, but Hunter apparently can't hear, so he leans closer. Phoenix leans forward and suddenly sprays Hunter in the eyes with a mouthful of blood. Hunter screams in pain and surprise as he stumbles backwards and trips over a folding chair.

Tear Gutter: I can't believe Phoenix had the presence of mind to pull that stunt off.

Jester Jay: I gotta say, that was just disgusting. I'm pretty sure that's not sanitary.

Phoenix picks up the chair Hunter tripped on and swings at Hunter's left leg. Phoenix keeps attacking the left leg with the chair until even the supportive crowd thinks he may have gone too far. Phoenix wipes his brow with one hand, then flicks the sweat and blood onto Sullivan.

Jester Jay: Seriously, that's gross.

Phoenix looks up, as if trying to decided what to do next. Then, he grins. He half opens the folding chair and slides it over Hunter's left leg. Phoenix points to the corner of the cage and starts to climb up. The crowd is cheering him on until he's standing tall at the top of the cage, arms outstretched for balance.

Tear Gutter: Doesn't he remember what happened the last time he did this move in a Battle Dome? The entire bottom of the ring fell out!

Jester Jay: I was told earlier tonight that the PWA spent a lot of time and money redesigning the Battle Dome to make it sturdier. OSHA violations or something.

Phoenix raises his arms over his head and leaps off the cage and comes crashing down with the Ashes, delivered right onto the chair sandwiching Sullivan's leg!

Tear Gutter: HOLY.... permanent damage has just been done to Hunter Sullivan's leg! He'll be lucky to walk if he survives this match!

Jester Jay: You seriously think he'll be walking anywhere tonight?

Tear Gutter: I didn't say "tonight", I meant ever!

Back in the ring, the hole that Hunter made with the pool cue has ripped more from the impact of the Ashes. Robinson gets to his feet slowly, grabs Hunter's wounded leg and starts the long journey to the open cage door. Halfway there, Phoenix drops Hunter's foot and kicks the knee for good measure. Then he drops a knee on Hunter's head, stretches out Hunter's arms and starts pounding on his fingers with his fist.

Tear Gutter: What the hell is Phoenix doing? He's smashing Hunter's fingers?

Jester Jay: That's pretty clever, actually. Phoenix remembers holding onto the cage to keep from getting thrown out. He's trying to make sure Hunter can't pull the same trick.

Once both hands have been taken care of, Phoenix gets up, grabs the foot, and resumes his journey to the door. Phoenix gets to the door, but can't actually throw Hunter out by the foot. Realizing this, Phoenix bends down and grabs Hunter by the hair, preparing to throw him out head first. Hunter strikes quickly with a palm strike to Phoenix's throat. Phoenix staggers and takes an involuntary step backwards, out of the cage! He just manages to grab the open door before he falls to the ground.

Jester Jay: Now, Hunter! Finish the job!

Phoenix is swinging on the door and reaches for the cage wall to get back into the ring. Hunter grabs the door and tries to pry Phoenix off, but Phoenix uses his legs to push away from the ring, sending the door flying back open with both men hanging off it. The door starts to warp, clearly not designed to have 500 pounds hanging off it. Hunter grabs the outside of the cage and holds on as Phoenix elbows him in the head. With Hunter's weight off the door, it swings back towards the cage and Phoenix manages to grab the frame and get back in the ring. Hunter tries to get ahold of the door, but Phoenix holds it shut. Phoenix waves goodbye to Hunter as the champion examines his options of either falling or climbing up and over the cage.

Tear Gutter: Hunter's got a rough journey ahead of him. He's got to climb a fifteen foot tall mesh cage using just his arms and one good leg.

Jester Jay: Forget about it, Tear. He's gone through a grueling match, there's no way he's got enough strength left to make that climb. Phoenix nearly got eliminated there, but he was able to turn things around.

Outside the cage, Hunter grabs a handhold above him and pulls himself up. Then he reaches again and advances another foot. Sullivan's injured left leg hangs uselessly while his right leg provides a small amount of support to help him with the climb. Inside the ring, Phoenix catches his breath as he watches the Global champion's determination to reenter the cage. Over a minute passes before Hunter reaches the top, his arms hanging over the cage and he lifts his left over the edge.

Jester Jay: I knew it! I knew it! Hunter Sullivan isn't beat yet!

At the top of the cage wall, Sullivan waits for a moment, then spits in the general direction of Phoenix. Phoenix smirks and brings up his hand, motioning for Sullivan to bring it on. Sullivan tries to leap off the top of the cage, but the bad leg makes it more of a roll. Phoenix is ready, catching Sullivan in a cross body position. Sullivan uses his momentum to swing around and drive Phoenix to the mat with a tornado DDT!

Tear Gutter: TORNADO DDT!

Jester Jay: Moves like that are why Sullivan is the champ! The match is over!

Both men lay on the mat, breathing heavily, barely moving. Hunter is to his knees first. He starts to roll Phoenix toward the cage door, stopping to take breathers along the way. They get to the door and Hunter swats at it, swinging it open. He lines Phoenix's head up to the opening and starts pushing at the feet. Phoenix puts up no resistance, still out from the DDT by all appearances. Phoenix is nearly halfway out of the cage, his upper body bent at the waist. One final push and the Phoenix slides out of the Battle Dome. Hunter collapses on the mat.

Jester Jay: Hunter Sullivan wins! The true champion retains his title!

Tear Gutter: Quit looking at the monitor, Jester, Phoenix never landed!

Jester Jay: What? He fell out of the cage! Where the hell is he?

Inside the ring, Hunter is just getting to his feet, raising his arms in victory. The crowd is booing and Hunter plays to them, getting them to boo louder. Hunter picks up Phoenix's mask from the mat and holds it up, taunting the crowd further. The crowd starts cheering as they see an arm come up through the hole in the mat. Hunter flips off the crowd, oblivious to the scene behind him. Slowly, the Phoenix climbs up from the hole in the mat and comes to stand behind Hunter Sullivan.

Tear Gutter: There may not be any ashes, but the Phoenix has risen!

The crowd is on it's feet as Phoenix taps Hunter Sullivan on the shoulder. Hunter freezes and slowly turns around. The bloody mess that is the Phoenix smiles and throws a right that connects. Hunter throws a right of his own. Phoenix connects with another, then Hunter does the same. Phoenix lands a third right. Hunter throws his own, but Phoenix blocks it, then lands another right. Hunter tries again and is blocked again. Phoenix hits again, then another, then another. Hunter is staggered as Phoenix grabs his mask back from Sullivan, slips it over his first and then lands a final punch. Hunter teeters and falls to the mat face first. Phoenix steps back and motions for Hunter to get up. Hunter stirs and gets to his feet, rushing at the Phoenix. The Phoenix charges too but Hunter ducks down and lifts the Phoenix up in a back body drop.

Phoenix gets to his feet and now Hunter motions to him. Phoenix smirks again and throws his head back, flicking his hair out of his face, but also sending a spray of blood flying back. The two men charge and land together in a collar and elbow lock up and circle around, each man trying to gain the advantage. They twist and squirm, neither man willing to let the other go but also not able to move into a better position.

Tear Gutter: The two men look like they've got a second wind!

Jester Jay: Second? Tear, this is the fifth or sixth wind right here. And the thing is, it won't last. These guys know that, that's why they've trying so hard to put the match away right now, because it won't be long before they've got nothing left in the tank. At this point in the match, it's all or nothing!

They move perilously close to the hole in the mat, but somehow manage to avoid it. Hunter twists left and brings his right knee up into Phoenix's midsection. Phoenix doubles over and Hunter grabs him in waistlock, then lifts him up into piledriver position. Hunter bends Phoenix's legs down for a Texas cloverleaf while still holding him up.

Jester Jay: The Shattering Medusa!!!!

Phoenix has the move scouted and drives his right elbow backwards as hard as possible into Hunter's damaged knee. Hunter screams in pain and drops down to a knee, releasing Phoenix. Phoenix gets up, grabs his own waistlock and lifts Hunter up. Phoenix quickly hooks his arm and drops down with the Flame!

Tear Gutter: The Phoenix just hit the Flame!

Jester Jay: I can't believe you get a paycheck.

Phoenix wastes no time rolling Sullivan to the hole in the ring and slides him into it before taking a second to relax. However, remembering the events of just a few minutes ago, Phoenix looks down to make sure that Hunter is laying on the ground below. As he looks into the hole, Hunter's arm shoots out of the hole, grabs Phoenix's head and pulls him down into the support structure underneath the Battle Dome.

Tear Gutter: This could end badly for both men. Hanging around that support structure with sweat and blood all over their hands, this is a tricky situation.

The two men grab onto metal bars below the ring and throw punches and kicks trying to keep the other from being able to climb back up the hole and into the ring. But with both men injured and only having one good arm to fight with, it quickly becomes apparent this is a stand off. Phoenix wipes his forehead, getting a handfull of sweat and blood, then swipes his fingers across Hunter's eyes. The blinded Hunter swings at Phoenix and misses and nearly loses his balance in the process. Taking advantage of the situation, Phoenix clips the mountaineering clip from his safety harness into a loop of metal in the support structure. With his opponent blind and now having both hands available, Phoenix uses both hands to grab Hunter's head, yanking it forward and down and driving his knee up into it at the same time. Hunter's body instantly collapses and slides down through the support stucture and hits the ground below.

Jester Jay: No! Best two out of three!

Tear Gutter: The Phoenix uses his quick wits to polish off Hunter Sullivan and regain the Global title!

The Phoenix manages to pull himself back into the ring as Metalingus starts to play and the Royal Court comes out to applaud his effort.

Jester Jay: This is not how Hunter should have lost his title! He didn’t get pinned, he just got… shucked.

Tear Gutter: Them’s the rules of the match, Jay.

Phoenix is exhausted, more then ever in his life, he feels. The Royal Court help support Phoenix as he hefts his newly obtained Global title up for all to see. At that moment, stepping onto the stage comes Matthew Engel. Bandaged and limping, he lifts his PWA World Title up, and points to Phoenix.

Tear Gutter: And Engel has to come out to steal some of the spotlight, glory hog.

Jester Jay: Hey now, that man went through hell tonight as well, and we shooed him off to get to this match, so he deserves his moment as well.

As confetti falls from the rafters, the two champions stare at each other; alpha dogs and ready to lead their own brand against each other… in a battle of Good….vs…. Evil.

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