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

The Halloween Edition
10-31-2009


The Andalusian vs. Crimson Ghost


The lights dim, slightly.

Intermittently, the music is accompanied by the sound of lightning bolts as the strobes flash in unison. A horse's whinny can be heard echoing from far away, presumably the halls behind the entranceway.

In a scarlet vest, a brown suede duster and brown leather-hide chaps, a barefoot man hides his face under the silhouette of a wide-brimmed sombrero cordobés a la Zorro. He cracks a long black leather whip, and tilts his head up, allowing the lights from the room to illuminate his tan face. He has a 'Brotherhood of Failure' hoodie draped over his right shoulder.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, representing the Brotherhood of Failure... THE ANDALUSIAN!

He slowly walks to the ring, his gait is altered slightly - he appears to limp like John Wayne, as if his legs were sore from riding a horse. As he walks, he slowly removes his jacket, which makes him look a bit like Kung Lao from the Mortal Kombat universe. He neatly folds his jacket, and sets it on a table at the side of the ring, carefully placing his hat atop it.

With a few well placed hops, The Andalusian finds himself springing into the ring, using the ropes to propel himself upward. He drops in a low, wide stance, and slowly runs his fingers through his hair.


The lights go dark and the arena remains dark for several moments, leaving the audience wondering what's in store for them until finally the odd opening of 'Spider Baby' fills the room, an evil-sounding laugh filling the arena. The arena is blanketted in red light when we see the unsettling visage of the Crimson Ghost has appeared in the entranceway.

'Screams and moans and bats and bones
Teenage monsters in haunted homes
The ghosts on the stair
The vampires bite
Better beware, there's a full moon tonight'

The Ghost stalks his way down to the ring, the almost bemused grin etched on his skeletal mask making his cold, emotionless gaze all the more creepy.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown....THE CRIMSON GHOST!

'Cannibal spiders creep and crawl
Boys and ghouls having a ball
Frankenstein, Dracula and even the Mummy
Are sure to end up in someone's tummy'

The Ghost crawls under the bottom rope and stands quickly. He takes off his robe and hands it to the ref, who takes it from him apprehensively and sets it aside.

'Take a fresh rodent, some toadstools and weeds
And an old owl and the young one she breeds
Mix in seven legs of an eight-legged beast
Then you are all set for a cannibal feast'

The Crimson Ghost sits in the corner of the ring, looking entirely unconcerned about his opponent.

*DING*

It's a pretty brutal encounter as the two men waste no time laying into each other with brutal strikes, but the Andalusian quickly gains the upper hand.

Within the first few minutes of the match, The Andalusian looks like he has this match in the bag until he knocks off the mask of the Crimson Ghost, who is quick to hide his face in his hands.

The Andalusian spins him around hard, revealing that it is Johnny Maverick!

The audience erupts in confusion!

Brian Rentfro: What the-!

Jon McDaniel: It's Johnny Maverick! Johnny Maverick is the Crimson Ghost!

The expression of shock is permanently stuck on the face of the Andalusian while Johnnys face exhibits no emotion, his blank eyes surrounded by black face paint. The moment of tension is cut short as The Crimson Ghost performs the blood spit on his best friend. The Andalusian attempts to wipe blood off of his face, but is interrupted as the Crimson Ghost connects with the jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick.

Jon McDaniel: LAST CARESS! LAST CARESS!

Brian Rentfro: Johnny...I mean.. The Ghost...I mean...HE CONNECTED WITH THE LAST CARESS!

The Ghost pins The Andalusian Undertaker-style.

1....2....3!!!

*DING*DING*DING*

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner....uh....

The Crimson Ghost picks up his mask and sets it atop the Andalusian's face. The Ghost walks around the ring, while Diego lies motionless in the middle. The Ghost looks into the crowd – almost through the crowd, before stopping in the corner. His head twitches, and he stands still.

Eric Emerson: Your... winner... Is he okay?

The Ghost looks down, almost as if praying. His eyes close. Diego is still lying motionlessly, his arms crossed. The scene looks like a tableau, completely static. Johnny slowly lifts his head and looks around. His eyes dart around. He turns and sees Diego on the mat, runs to him and kneels, looking quite frantic.

John Jon McDaniel: What's... going on?

Johnny reaches out and shakes the Andalusian by the shoulders before jerking his hands away and quickly rising to his feet, back-pedalling. Diego quickly opens his eyes and inhales in shock. He looks over to Johnny, who is cowering in the corner, his gaze fixed upon the two skeleton-finger gloves on his hands – the two gloves of the Crimson Ghost.

A long, silent moment passes before Johnny opens his mouth to let out a terrible scream. The hair-raising bellow halts only momentarily for the frightened young man to draw in shallow breaths.

Johnny, screeching, flails his arms, his body twitches, he backs up as if trying to escape his fate. He looks like a animal trapped in a cage as he backs, wide-eyed, into the ropes. As he screams, running, pressing himself against the ropes, two hoodie ninjas begin to run toward the ring. Before you know it, they've jumped onto the mat, grabbing Johnny's arms, and trying to help him out of the ring. Johnny fights them every step, flailing, screaming, his eyes bulging and starting to water. Both of the hoodie ninjas struggle to simply keep him place. Johnny roars painfully, his words barely forming into coherent thoughts.

Diego lies, still on the mat, staring at Johnny as he breaks down, spitting curses and struggling against the two hoodie ninjas. Several times, Johnny's entire body goes limp before he explodes again in another confused miasma of conflict. Three more hoodie ninjas are seen running toward the ring.

Eric Emerson: “Can we get medical in here? ...Now?”

Diego starts to push himself to his feet, the mask of the Crimson Ghost falling from his face to the mat. He backs away from it, and then looks back to Johnny who is now being surrounded by the other hoodie ninjas. With a terrible spasm, Johnny looses himself and punches one of the ninjas in the face, knocking him to the mat. He dives through the ropes and lands awkwardly and painfully on the floor. The ninjas follow and one bends to try and help him to his feet, but Johnny pushes him away and sprints toward the exit. The ninjas follow closely behind and they all disappear down the long corridor.

Diego remains in the ring, slowly pushing himself to his feet. As he is stooped over, he picks up the mask of the Crimson Ghost and holds it in his hands, staring at it, silently.

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner is... Johnny Maverick.”

He looks to Diego who shakes his head.

Eric Emerson: “Make that... The Crimson Ghost.”

Diego limps to the ropes as the medics finally make their way ringside. They help him down. One of the medics tries to take the mask from Diego, but he jerks it away and clings onto it. The medics slowly help Diego limp to the exit.

The audience is still in shock. Only brief murmurs can be heard.

Most of the announce team looks to one another, shrugging confusedly. Most cover their microphones as they shout questions across the floor.

Eric speaks over his shoulder, forgetting to cover his mic.

Eric Emerson: “Can somebody tell me what the fuck just happened?”

The Wishing Star vs. Trent Bradley


Jon McDaniel: This one should be a good match up with two of our up and coming talents on Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: It’s Trent Bradley vs. Obama Bin Wishing Star.

Jumping the bell, Bradley tries to Pearl Harbour TWS with an Avalanche Splash, only for The Wishing Star to spryly dodge.

Jon McDaniel: Uhm…I just got word from the back area…the lawyers want to talk to you after the show.

Brian Rentfro: Damn again…

Jon McDaniel: Yes…again.

In the corner, The Wishing Star unleashes a flurry of chops, slicing layers of skin off Bradley's chest. A Roaring Elbow follows, almost sending Bradley flying back over the buckles, but The Wishing Star catches his legs, and pulls him onto his shoulders. Spinning back towards the centre of the ring, The Wishing Star drives the Bradley down with a brutal Samoan Drop that gets a two and a half.

Crowd: TWO!!!!!!!!!!

Hooking around under the raised shoulder, The Wishing Star locks in an Dragon Sleeper, heaving Bradley up, before using the grip to fling him down into a Backbreaker. Not letting his increasingly limp opponent drop, The Wishing Star spins him through into a front facelock, then raises a fist.

One Vertical Suplex…

Two Vertical Suplex…

Three Vertical Suplex…

Four Vertical Sup-...

BRAINBUSTER!

TWS floats over, but can only get a two count.

Crowd: TWO!!!!

Dragging Bradley up by the throbbing head, The Wishing Star flips him over with a Snapmare, then goes to town with kicks to the spine, neck, and the back of his head. With Bradley's eyes glazing over, The Wishing Star runs past him hitting the ropes, scoring with a Dropkick to the face. TWS smacks the top turnbuckle, perking the crowd up. He climbs the turnbuckle and perches. He leaps, looking to connect with a DDT and... CONNECTS! With Bradley down, The Wishing Star springs up and scores with an Elbow Drop, then scrambles up for another, and another, all the way to nine, where a leaping Elbow Drop completes the ten, but can only get a count of two.

Brian Rentfro: You know this match isn’t half that bad, may have to cancel my order of fries.

Jon McDaniel: Of course this match isn’t bad, Rampage only brings you the best action.

As a groggy Bradley pulls himself up, The Wishing Star goes to take him over with a Gutwrench Suplex, only for Bradley to flip through onto his feet. A pair of hard forearms keep The Wishing Star in control, and Bradley is whipped into the ropes. Stepping into the move, The Wishing Star lifts Bradley into a Tilt-a-Whirl, only for Bradley to spin through and drag TWS down into a jumping Armbar. Bradley yanks back on the hold, before The Wishing Star's fingers tickle the bottom rope for the break.

Brian Rentfro: The ref calls for the break and TWS is trying to get some space.

Bradley releases, and right away pulls his wounded opponent back towards the middle of the ring, then locks in another Armbar. Spinning through, Bradley transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar, before releasing his grip to send a trio of knees down into the shoulder. Yanking The Wishing Star's arm into a Hammerlock, Bradley guides him up, before taking TWS right back down with a Hammerlock Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: OUCH!!! That will ruin anything that you may try to do involving your shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: That’s right…I’ve always said the best way to keep your foe from nailing any finishers and power moves is by taking out the shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: And just how in God’s name would you know that!?! The only ring you’ve ever been near have been deep fried and covered with ketchup.

Not even trying for a pin, Bradley pulls The Wishing Star to the ropes, and wraps his arm around the cable. Forcing the top wristlock hard, Bradley tries to wrench The Wishing Star's arm off, before the official completes his five count and orders the break. As soon as he releases, Bradley again uses the rope-assisted top wristlock, forcing The Wishing Star to rake the eyes for a break. As The Wishing Star rolls out onto the apron for sanctuary, Bradley lays in wait, before rushing with a shoulderblock that sends TWS shoulder-first into the guard rail.

Crowd: RAMPAGE!! RAMPAGE!! RAMPAGE!!

A wincing The Wishing Star tends to his arm, taking an eye off Bradley who yanks back on the top cable and launches himself over the top with a Crossbody.

Jon McDaniel: And the Air Traffic Tower has been signaled for take off.

Brian Rentfro: Do you actually make up these lines or do you have a book filled with them?

Not giving The Wishing Star a second to recover, Bradley stays right on him with a trio of stomps to the shoulder, before grabbing a handful of wrestling gear. Pulling The Wishing Star towards the corner, Bradley shoves him shoulder-first into the ringpost, watching his opponent's bony joint bounce off the steel. Not faring any better on the outside, The Wishing Star makes the wise choice to roll back into the ring, crawling over to the farthest corner. Sliding in behind The Wishing Star, Bradley waits for his opponent to drop back against the buckles, then rushes in with a Yakuza Kick to the shoulder... only for The Wishing Star to spin clear at the last second.

Jon McDaniel: I actually d have a book, you may want to borrow it.

With Bradley left stranded, straddling the top rope, The Wishing Star moves around so that his left arm is ready to strike, and reels off a vicious series of knife-edge chops to Bradley's already reddened chest. As his own hand starts to sting, The Wishing Star lands a final chop to straighten Bradley up...ENZIGURI to the back of the head! As Bradley tumbles down to the mat, The Wishing Star lands on his right side, forcing him to grimace at the pain shooting through his shoulder joint.

Jon McDaniel: Oh what a landing…that may come back to haunt him later in the match.

Brian Rentfro: It looks like it is haunting him right now!!

Shaking the cobwebs loose, Bradley pulls himself up using the ropes as a struggling The Wishing Star tries to Suplex him back over into the ring... only for Bradley to grab The Wishing Star's right arm an drop to the floor, almost tearing the joint apart. Dropping down to one knee, The Wishing Star's teeth grind though the pain as Bradley lines him up and heads for the ropes. As Bradley goes for a Lou Thez press on The Wishing Star, TWS drops down to Hot-Shot his opponent across the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Hard to breathe when your neck area is bruised.

Brian Rentfro: What a understatement.

Jon McDaniel: That’s right, a guy can’t go if he can’t breathe.

Brian Rentfro: Ahhh…more pearls of wisdom from the master.

Gasping for air, and feeling the strain of whiplash, Bradley staggers into the middle of the ring as The Wishing Star rebounds off the ropes. Rolling Clothesline!

Brian Rentfro: Oh…that is some brutal impact right there.

Jon McDaniel: Did I just see a tooth fly out!?!

Not often is a Lariat delivered with such ferocity that the back of the victim's skull could bruise between their shoulderblades.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

As The Wishing Star's good arm all but scythes his head off, Bradley is sent flipping back onto his front. Rolling the limp Bradley over, The Wishing Star uses his left arm to hook the far leg, grapevining the near with his own leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-NO…

WTF?

Just as the hand is about to come down, The Wishing Star grabs Bradley's arm and rolls his shoulder up. Kneeling, a scowling The Wishing Star rubs his shoulder which Bradley did his best to separate, oozing with spite. Cupping under Bradley's chin, TWS aids his rise, than flings himself back into the ropes.

ROLLING CLOTHESLINE AGAIN!!!

The limp Bradley doesn't flip completely over, instead landing on the back of his neck, channeling the weight of his crumpling body.

Brian Rentfro: You can feel it in the air. This one is about to wind down.

Half the PWA crowd winces at the impact and shake their head as the other half cheer to see Bradley get up and take more punishment. TWS picks Bradley up and flings him into the corner. Wishing Star goes rushing into the corner and at the last moment, Bradley drops down and grabs TWS’ legs and yanks him down so TWS smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Bradley stands up, heaving TWS’ body over his shoulder. TWS still somewhat out of it, pushes off the turnbuckle, causing Bradley to stumble back. TWS hooks Bradley’s head as he lands on his feet.

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like the end is coming.

Brian Rentfro: If it hasn’t already come…it’s about to come now.

TWS leaps up, looking to nail a impaler style DDT, but Bradley is able to block it. Bradley reverses TWS into a reverse Front Facelock.

TWS tries to wiggle out of it…

But Bradley takes him fully up over, right into a Stunner...

BRADLEY BUSTER!!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Eric Emerson: AND YOUR WINNER…TRENT BRADLEY!!!!

Rev 909 vs the Alliance

Number One Contendership Match for the PWA Tag Team Titles


This match pit the hot Rev. 909 up against the members of The Alliance in a high paced tag match where the winner gets a shot at the current Tag Team Champions. The Alliance got the upper hand first with some amazing back and forth double team moves, keeping the the robotic team on the edge. It almost looked over as Bomber hit that signature High Knee early in the match. but gave Rev. 909 a opening as he missed the Spinning kick. Dom 2 uses this opening to unleash a flurry of lefts and rights, ending with a Stinger Splash in the corner. A hot tag to J@ck 1, saw the other Rev. 909 wrestler focus on the back of The Bomber.

As the match goes on, Bomber takes alot of abuse to his back. Tyson pounds the turnbuckle, hoping to get Bomber up and going, but Rev. 909 does a good job of cutting the partners off from each other. Dom 2 tags back in and whips Bomber into the corner, but at the last minute Bomber is able to reverse Dom 2 right into the waiting boot of Tyson. Bomber goes for the quick tag and Tyson is like a house of fire hitting anything moving. Dom 2 gets take to the mat with a right hand and J@ck walks into a lunging clothesline. Tyson grabs Dom 2 and signals for his partner to get ready. Bomber slaps the mat and waits for Tyson to send Dom 2 in. But Dom 2 is able to reverse and send Tyson smashing into a waiting Bomber. As Tyson bounces back, Dom 2 spins him around and lifts him up as J@ck 1 slides in out of nowhere...DA FUNK!!! Rev. 909 nails like 3-D finisher of theirs and Dm 2 drops for the pin.

Winner: Rev. 909

Marxx vs 'the Show' Chad Kurtis


This matched looked to be a good one as current IC Champion Marxx takes on one of the 3 men that he faced at the PPV. But "The Show" still reeling from that match, wasn't able to get a good start as he was on the defensive from the on start of the match. The IC Champion pretty much has his way with the contender and gets the win, when Kurtis trips up and walks right into Leaving Marxx.

Winner: Marxx

Jethro Hayes vs Emperor Ian


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall...

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

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

mid leap, creating the John Deere logo.

The song hits the seven second mark causing John Deere green and yellow pyros to shoot up from the entrance ramp. Simultaneously with the ignition of the

pyros, John Deere green and yellow lights begin to play across the assembled crowd as images of the John Deere logo move around inside the ring.

"I was born in a deep forest"

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

"I wish I could live here all my life"

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

"I am made from stones and roots"

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

"My home, these woods and roads "

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


"All my life I loved this sound"

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

"Of the crowd's sound"

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

"Eagles flies where the winds blows free"

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

"Journey is my destiny"

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

"Free, free as a journey man "

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

"Free, heat in the moonlight "

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

"Free, free as a journey man "

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

"Free, heat in the moonlight"

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

functions flash past in time with the music.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, from Lenox Georgia, he stands at six feet seven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... he is your

Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion... Jethro Hayes!

"Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back "

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

"Narrow road behind me "

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

"I never look back "

He climbs the turnbuckle to holler to the crowd.

"Long way is in the past "

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

"As in front of me "

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

"Hunger keeps me going "

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

"I don't care where it leads "

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

"Fire burns under my feet "

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

"Journey men pleasure and destiny "

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

screen.

"Sky is black, stars shows me the way "

He stands there to nod his head at the image.

"Moon whispered how to keep my faith "

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

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

Ding Ding

Jethro and Ian go for a lockup, Ian with a quick jab to the injured ribs.

Jon McDaniel: Ian heading right for a sore spot.

Brian Rentfro: As Jethro said, anyone would and should.

Jethro winces away from the blow, Ian with a standing arm bar, he brings Jethro down to the canvas. Ian locks on a crippler crossface, but Jethro quickly in the ropes as he gasps for breath, already breathing hard and it is less than twenty seconds into the contest. Jethro stands back up, intending to give this a fight. Ian comes in, Jethro with a lifted knee into Ian's midsection, forearm to Ian, European uppercut backs him up into the middle of the ring. Jethro whips Ian into the turnbuckles, he follows in with a Stinger splash, but Ian pulls the knees up Jethro slams heavily on the knees. Hayes bounces back from the blow, a bit of blood coming from the corner of his mouth, Ian with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down. Ian makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Brian Rentfro: Jethro should have stayed down, leaving to heal up.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro isn't like that and you know it.

Ian nods that Jethro isn't ready to give it up that easily, he pulls Hayes up to his feet. Forearm to the face before an Irish whip into the ropes. Ian drops down to the mat, Jethro rebounds, standing dropkick sends Jethro back into the ropes. Hayes comes running back, Ian with a drop toe hold sends Jethro back to the mat. Ian locks on a camel clutch to try and hurt the back and ribs more.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro won't give up, but he needs to.

Brian Rentfro: Worried?

Jon McDaniel: Well, everyone knows Jethro is fighting with a broken rib and punctured lung.

Jethro rolls Ian over onto his back, bridging for a pin attempt.

One...

Tw--Ian releases the camel clutch, breaking the pin attempt in the same process. Jethro grits his teeth, shoving up to his feet, Ian quickly follows him up. Ian with a right hand, Ian with a left, Ian going for a right again. Jethro blocks the right hand, turning it into a wristlock, chaining into a hammerlock. Jethro turns the hammerlock into a full nelson before slamming Ian down on the canvas. Jethro places a hand on his ribs before leaning over in the corner, he is extremely white from the pain and looks to be on death's doorstep. Hayes turns to find Ian on his hands and knees.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro doesn't look well at all here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: His wrestling skills have never been above sub par at the best of times.

Jethro with a big boot rolls Ian over onto his back, Jethro hits the ropes, leg drop on Ian's throat, he makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Ian kicks out with authority and Jethro knows this match must continue here tonight. Hayes pulls Ian up to his feet, Jethro with another hammerlock, turning it into a Georgia slam onto the mat. Jethro falls onto the ropes, using them to hold himself up as he looks out to the crowd, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He turns to Ian, running knee into the side of Ian's skull before he pulls him up to his feet, boot to the midsection, he lifts Ian up for the Planter and the crowd erupts in cheers. Ian counters by planting Jethro's face into the canvas with a face plant. Ian rolls Jethro over, knowing this must be the end of him now.

One...

Two...

Thr--NO! Jethro kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro really wants to win this match before his break from wrestling.

Brian Rentfro: It could be his last, that rib could be doing serious damage inside his body.

Iam hits the mat before pulling Jethro back up, three quarter facelock, stunner to Jethro; going after the hurt throat now. Jethro appears to be unconscious on the canvas as Ian locks on the Heretic's Fork. The referee is down in Jethro's face, checking for submission, but Jethro only mouths "No." Ian tries to lock it in tighter, but Jethro's struggles are making it extremely difficult at the moment. Jethro reaches out for the ropes, but is still about an inch away from the ropes. Ian pulls back, but Jethro's movements cause Ian to twist him around so that Jethro's boots land in the ropes. The hold is broken and Jethro's spirit may be as well. Ian backs up for a moment before hitting the ropes, baseball slide right into the cracked ribs of Jethro Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: That isn't good for injured ribs.

Jon McDaniel: Wrestling isn't good for Jethro right now.

Jethro is struggling back up to his feet on the outside as the crowd is urging him to come on, Ian flies through the ropes with a clothesline/shoulder block combination that takes Jethro to the guardrailing outside the ring. Ian up quickly rolls Hayes back into the ring, rolling in after him. The trickle of blood from earlier has grown from the corner of his mouth and the stitches in his forehead seem to be giving way as a slight trickle comes from them as well. Jethro drops to one knee in front of Ian, he nails a cradle neckbreaker on the Southern Hero, he makes another cover.

One...

Two...

Th--Jethro manages to roll a shoulder up to prevent the Ian win.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro really wants to win this match here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: It is the pain in his eyes, not determination.

Ian lifts him up slightly, he locks in another camel clutch, Jethro reaches for the ropes, but to no avail. Hayes closes his eyes, pushing forward slightly until he is about half of an inch from gaining the safety of the ropes, Ian pulls back but Jethro takes the oppurtunity to shove forward into the ropes and get the hold broken. Ian backs up as the referee checks on Jethro's condition, he looks worriedly over at the timekeeper's table, but merely shakes his head. Jethro begins to slowly pull himself up to a vertical base, the front of his shirt red with his own blood from his mouth, forehead, and the bandages under his skin. Ian looks at Jethro, a bit of worry on his face, but Jethro motions for him to bring some more; Ian nods. Ian comes with a roaring elbow, Jethro sends him down to the mat with a hip toss, he spins around bringing Ian back up to a vertical base. Jethro whips him into the opposite corner, charging right behind him with a corner splash. Ian falls out of the corner onto his front, Jethro gasps as he brings his hands to his ribs. Jethro pulls Ian up, scoop body slam before he hits the ropes. Jethro comes back with a leg drop, he hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--Ian with a kickout to keep his chances alive.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro sure wanted this match over here, look at his face.

Jon McDaniel: He sure doesn't look good, like a ghost of his former self.

Jethro pulls Ian back up, Ian with a jab to the ribs following it up with the Inner Circle, Jethro is hurting and bleeding heavily now. Jethro's formerly yellow John Deere shirt is now soaked with blood and the ring is becoming spotted with his blood, but he is struggling back up to his feet as Ian is getting back up to his.

Jon McDaniel: The Plow!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro can't make the cover, he can't move.

Jethro is out on the canvas, but for that matter so is Ian; the referee starts the ten count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ian begins to stir.

Four!

Five!

Ian is up on one knee as Jethro still lays on the canvas, Ian shakes his head.

Six!

Seven!

Ian is up, the count stops. Ian walks over, he locks in the Imperial Conquest on Jethro, really wrenching on the neck portion of the submission hold. Jethro makes no movement, the referee holds Jethro's free arm up and it falls to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: There is one, Jethro is out.

Brian Rentfro: There is two, I don't think he has a chance.

Jon McDaniel: There is thr... NO! Jethro held his right hand up!

Brian Rentfro: He has more guts than brains, I'll give him that much.

Jethro begins to pump his fist, trying to get the crowd behind him, they slowly get there not believing he is still in this match. Jethro up to one knee, up to a second...

Jethro falls back down as Ian twists on the neck, the referee is there and calls the for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match as a result of referee stoppage, Emperor Ian!

Manic Depression by Carnivore hits the speakers again as Ian drops his finishing move, he is bloody from Jethro's blood. Ian makes his way up the rampway as Korpiklaani's "Journey Man" hits back up in the speakers and Jethro manages to stand up in the corner, he asks for and receives a live microphone from Eric Emerson. It is obvious that the pain and the match has gotten to Jethro, he clears his throat.

"You all know that I went through hell with Matthew Engel at Bad Blood."

The crowd cheers for the match.

"You all know that he defeated me for the title."

The crowd boos.

"But the truth is that he deserves it more than me. He defeated me for the right to hold the title. He obviously wanted it more than me, I thought I wanted to keep it from him more, but I was obviously wrong."

The crowd boos, they don't like Engel.

"But he is fitting to lead Rampage in the fight against Chaos for who is the best. He is fitting to lead Rampage's troops into the ratings battle."

Booos again.

"You may not like him, I may not like him, but I cannot argue that he is one of the most talented individuals I've ever had the pleasure..."

He touches his injured ribs.

"Or displeasure of being in the ring with. But as you all know, he put a hurting on this tough Southern body. He bent me, he sprained me, but he didn't break me. He may have broken a rib, he may have fractured more, he may have given me twenty-seven stitches and four staples, but he did not break my spirit."

He leans in the corner, gasping for each breath.

"The only way the doctors would allow me to wrestle here tonight was to agree to take some time off. I had to say good-bye to you all in person."

The crowd here is silent.

"But not for good, see I'm coming back. I may be a guest commentator, I may be a guest referee, or I may show up and give an interview segment... but I can't wrestle for a bit."

His breathing is noticeable in the microphone.

"But rest assured, I will be back. Matthew derailed the Jethro Hayes Express for a bit, but never permantly. I'm going to rest, I'm going to heal, and I'm going to come back better than ever."

He somehow forces a smile.

"And when I do... watch out cause the Express... will be storming to a match near you."

Jethro hands the mic to Eric Emerson before stepping through the ropes. "Journey Man" hits up again, but the music cannot be heard over the roar of cheers and applause from the crowd. Jethro slaps a few hands on the way up the ramp. He stops at the top before turning to face the crowd, he waves "bye" to them before walking through the curtains and to the back.

Jon McDaniel: Who knows when the biggest good guy in the business will return.

Brian Rentfro: Matthew Engel ran him out of town, that is what it is.

Jon McDaniel: Hardly.

Matthew 'Virus' Engel vs. Shadow Starr

World Title Iron Man Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MAIN EVENT! Tonight you will see Matthew 'Virus' Engel defend his World Championship against Shadow Starr in an Iron Man match!

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe that Engel is going through with this.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it's not butter.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...

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.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'2" and weighs 253 pounds... he is Mr. PWA... SHADOW... STARR!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-static-

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

-static-

"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 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. He hands the World Title off to Lance Weston, the referee. You can clearly see bandaging underneath Engel's wife-beater, as his ribs are wrapped.

Jon McDaniel: Engel does not look too good, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: He'll be fine. I'm sure he's wrestled in worse conditions.

Jon McDaniel: Some loyal Engel fans have said that last Sunday was Engel's most brutal match of his whole career.

Eric Emerson: Please put 60 minutes on the clock!

The PWAtron is active now, showing a camera angle from ringside that is focused on Engel and Starr. Eric steps out of the ring and finds his chair on the outside by the announcer's table. 60 minutes is placed on the bottom right corner of the screen. The score is placed right above it. Matthew Engel, zero. Shadow Starr, zero. Referee Lance Weston gets between both Engel and Starr, asking them if they are ready. Neither man really say anything, only nod without losing focus on each other. Weston then signals for the bell.

DING DING!

--60:00--

Engel and Starr circle each other in the ring. Engel is obviously favoring his ribs, and they lock up. Starr overpowers Engel to a knee, but Engel gets an arm loose and nails Starr in the side with a hard punch. Engel rises up with an uppercut and then nails Starr with a roundhouse kick. Starr staggers back, dazed from the combo, and Engel hits Starr with a dropkick, with Engel getting back to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Engel showing signs of serious pain, Jon, but that doesn't seem to slow him down.

Jon McDaniel: Engel needs to take it easy so he can last sixty minutes, Brian. I still think it was dumb for Engel to set this up.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is the best, Jon. There's no doubt anymore.

Engel gets Starr up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Engel tries for a hip toss but Starr blocks it and gives Engel a hip toss of his own. Starr goes into the ropes and comes down on Engel with a splash across his ribs. Engel is in tremendous pain as Starr gets him to his feet. Starr gives Engel some more body shots and then whips him into the turnbuckle chest-first. Starr charges in and smashes Engel against the turnbuckles. Engel staggers out of the corner and falls to a knee. Starr goes into the ropes and nails Engel with a kick across the chest. The impact is loud and Engel falls to the mat. Starr stomps Engel while he is on the ground and Engel tries to cover up, but Starr manages to get a few key shots in. Starr gets Engel to his feet and slams his face into a nearby turnbuckle. Starr scoops Engel up and runs with Engel upside down and then jumps, slamming Engel down to the mat. Starr makes a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Starr picks Engel up to his feet and slams his knee into Engel's stomach. Starr throws Engel into the turnbuckles again. Starr goes after Engel, but Engel is quick to dodge the attack. Engel sweeps Starr to the mat and begins to lay into him with lefts and rights. Starr covers up and Engel gets him to his feet. Engel whips him into the ropes, Starr comes back and hits a huge shoulder block on Engel. Starr goes into the ropes and comes down with a big time leg drop over Engel's throat. Starr gets Engel to his feet and nails a right hook and then follows up with a kick to the mid section. Starr tries for an early powerbomb and gets Engel up to his shoulders, but Engel begins to resist as he connects with lefts and rights to Starr's head. Starr drops Engel and staggers back a bit.

Brian Rentfro: Starr tried for that powerbomb but got rocked by some brawling from Engel.

Jon McDaniel: But Starr is really going after Engel's weak spots and it's paying off, Engel looks like he might keel over at any minute!

Starr turns around and is met by a stiff kick to the face. Starr staggers back and falls into the corner. Engel slams him knees into Starr's midsection. He backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. He leaps and catches Starr in the face with a high knee strike, and Starr staggers forward. Engel hops up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting him legs out in front of him, and catches Starr with a top-rope bulldog! Engel gets Starr to his feet. He sends him into the ropes, but Starr comes back and nails him with a high kick to the face! Engel looks out of it. Starr gets Engel up to his feet and tosses him easily into the corner. He slams his shoulder into Engel a few times. Starr kicks Engel low and then puts him in a front headlock. Starr backs out into the middle of the ring and then yells out to the crowd. Starr whips Engel into the mat with a vicious DDT. Starr gets Engel to his feet and performs a rear waistlock, which quickly turns into a German Suplex. Engel crashes to the mat hard. Starr gets to his feet and grabs Engel by the hair. He slams his face into the turnbuckle. He does it again, and again. Starr won't stop and finally the referee gets involved to break it up.

Jon McDaniel: Starr is gonna break Engel's head open if he keeps that up!

Brian Rentfro: At this time I don't think Shadow would care!

--50:00--

Jon McDaniel: And we're now ten minutes into this match and without a fall!

Starr lets go of Engel and steps back for a moment. Engel turns around and Starr charges. Engel moves out of the way at the last second and Starr stops right at the turnbuckle, turns around, and gets met with a roundhouse kick. Starr falls into the corner and Engel comes back with lefts and rights, attemping to cut Starr down. Engel kicks Starr low and locks in a front headlock. Engel steps back with Starr in front headlock and runs up the turnbuckles and comes back down with a huge tornado DDT. Engel lays for a moment, and then makes a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Finally some offense out of Engel!

Brian Rentfro: And what awesome offense, Jon. Nobody does a tornado DDT better than Matthew Engel.

Starr holds his head as Engel uses the ropes to get up. Engel stomps on Starr a few times and then goes to the top rope. Engel hangs up there for a moment, waiting for Starr to get to his feet. Starr gets up and looks over to Engel who's already in midair. Engel lands on Starr's shoulders, and then hits a twisting hurricanrana! Engel, instead of going for a cover to try to get the first fall in the match, slips to the outside of the ring. He grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring and then gets back in.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing!?

Brian Rentfro: I.. really don't know.

Engel requests a microphone.

Matthew Engel: I told you I would even the playing field, Starr...

He throws the mic away and then lifts up the steel chair. Starr rises to a knee, but Engel smashes the chair right down on top of Starr's head. Starr collapses to the mat. Engel throws the chair away and Lance Weston calls for the bell.

DING DING!

Disqualifcation: Matthew Engel at 47:14
Matthew Engel -- 0; Shadow Starr -- 1


Jon McDaniel: How cheap can you get, really?

Brian Rentfro: Talk is cheap, Jon. And plus, we all know Engel isn't anywhere near 50%. And now it's a little less uneven, don't you think?

Weston demands Engel wait in a corner while he talks with Starr. Engel backs away, not wanting another disqualification. Starr gets to his feet and signals he is ready to go. Weston agrees and tells them to go back at it. Starr is furious now, and has a cut on the front part of the top of his head. Starr goes after Engel and dodges a right from Engel, tackling him into the corner. Starr lifts his head up quickly and nails Engel in the chin, and then proceeds to give Engel shoulder thrusts into his stomach. Starr backs out and hits Engel with lefts and rights, and then picks Engel up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Starr climbs to the top turnbuckle but Engel fights back with a forearm shot to Starr's face. Starr drops back to the mat and then Engel, grabbing ahold of the top ropes on both sides of the turnbuckle, nails Starr in the chest with a double kick. Starr gets knocked down to the mat and Engel lowers himself to the canvas. Starr tries to get up but Engel runs and nails Starr with a soccer kick to the back. Engel drags Starr to the corner and sits him up. Engel grabs ahold of the top rope and begins to stomp Starr's chest and stomach as hard as he can. Engel then rams his knee into Starr's face. He does it again, and again. Ref Lance Weston tells Engel to get out of the corner but Engel ignores him. Engel jumps up and stomps on Starr's right knee and then kicks Starr in the head. Engel finally backs out of the corner, but quickly slides out of the ring. Engel goes behind Starr on the outside and then nails him in the back of the head. Engel grabs Starr and drags him halfway out of the ring, with the ringpost on Starr's right side. Engel takes Starr's head and slams it into the ringpost!

Jon McDaniel: Good God... that had to hurt.

Brian Rentfro: Engel just opened up that cut of Starr's pretty bad.

Engel gets back into the ring. He gets Starr to his feet and then sends him into the ropes. Engel tries for a body drop, but Starr kicks Engel in the chest and that causes Engel to stand back up. Starr tries to kick Engel in the side and Engel catches his foot, but Starr nails Engel with an enziguri! Engel falls to the mat and Starr goes back on the offensive. Starr sends Engel into the ropes and nails Engel with a spinebuster. Starr drags Engel to the apron, with Engel's head and neck hanging off the side. Starr climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a guillotine leg drop that connects. Engel yells out in serious pain. Starr, who bounced off of Engel and landed on the outside, climbs back into the ring. Starr drags Engel into the center of the ring and then puts Engel in a boston crab! Engel yells out in very serious pain, and tries to fight it at first. Engel desperately trying to counter the move, or get to the ropes, but Engel can't. Engel's weakness from last week and Starr's strength are too much for him to overcome at this point, and Engel taps out.

DING DING!

Submission: Shadow Starr on Matthew Engel at 40:57
Matthew Engel -- 0; Shadow Starr -- 2


Brian Rentfro: Wow... um... if memory serves me right, that is the first time Matthew Engel has ever tapped out in a professional wrestling match.

Jon McDaniel: Really, Brian? Well, great job on Starr's part.

Starr gets up to his feet and Lance Weston forces him to a corner. Weston asks Engel if he wants to continue, and Engel shoves Weston away. Engel gets to his feet and lays back in his corner. He is clinching his ribs, trying not to show the immense pain he is in.

--40:00--

Jon McDaniel: 40 minutes left, and Shadow has a two fall lead on the World Champion!

Brian Rentfro: Engel HAD to tap out, though. If he allowed Starr to continue that move on him, Engel would be in so much more pain and decrease his chances exponentially of winning this match.

Jon McDaniel: It was smart to give in, Brian, but that had to hurt Engel's pride.

Engel shows his frustration in the ring, and Starr has a big grin on his face. Starr points to the PWAtron, obviously reminding Engel that he is in the lead and in control. Engel laughs, and then tells Starr to bring it. Starr obliges and goes after Engel. Starr tries for an uppercut, but Engel barely dodges it and takes out Starr at the legs. Starr tries to sit back up but Engel plants his boot in his chest. Starr refuses to stay down and quickly rolls away, getting to his feet. Starr runs at Engel and tries a lariat, but Engel ducks. Starr turns around and Engel is flying at him with a spinning heel kick! It connects to Starr's head. Engel gets to his feet and slams his fist into Star's stomach and then gives Starr a nasty kick to the side of his right leg. Engel lifts Starr up in a fireman's carry and then whips Starr around to his front and plants him into the mat with a DDT. The crowd goes crazy from that awesome move and Engel gets to his feet. Engel goes to the top rope and faces the ring this time, not going for the Euthanasia. Engel flies off the top turnbuckle and nails Starr with a shooting star press! He stays on top of Starr for a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Engel gets to his feet and then grabs Starr by his hair. He gets him up to his feet and then tries for the Sons of Plunder, but Starr slips out of it and instead nails Engel with the Grim Reaper!!!!!

Starr covers.

1...

2...

3!!!!

DING DING!!!

Pinfall: Shadow Starr on Matthew Engel at 37:54
Matthew Engel -- 0; Shadow Starr -- 3


Jon McDaniel: What a move by Starr and that puts him up 3 falls on Engel!

Brian Rentfro: Still a lot of time left, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I agree, but Engel has a huge defecit to overcome, Brian. It will not be an easy task, especially with his condition.

Brian Rentfro: If anybody can do it, Matt can!

Engel is nearly out of it and Lance Weston tells Starr to wait in his corner until get Engel's back on his feet. Starr backs away and Engel is struggling to get to his feet, but with the help of the ropes, he forces himself up and Lance Weston checks on him. Engel yells at Weston to get out of his way and then charges at Starr. Engel is rocked with a kick to the head and falls to the mat. Starr covers Engel.

1...

2...

Thr-- NO! Engel kicked out at the last possible second.

Engel tries to roll away and get up to his feet. Starr walks over to him and then Engel kicks Starr in the shin. Starr yells out in pain and hops away for a moment, giving Engel a little time to recoup and get to his feet. Starr regains himself and they lock horns. Starr hits a knee to Matt's midsection and lifts Matt high up into the air in suplex fashion, but brings him down with a brainbuster. The ring shakes violently. Starr goes off the ropes and comes back connecting with a somersault senton bomb. He crashes on top of Matt. He stomps Matt a few times and picks him up, sending him into the ropes. Matt comes back and gets slammed across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Matt is grabbing his back, but manages to get to his feet. Starr runs at Matt for an attempted lariat, but Matt dodges and connects with a superkick! Starr is on the mat grabbing his jaw as Matt hops onto the top turnbuckle. Matt comes off with a split-legged moonsault, executed perfectly. Matt gets to his feet and connects a running knee into the face of Starr. Matt gets Starr to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Matt tries for a corner body splash, but Starr dodges just in time and Matt crashes on the turnbuckles. Starr shoulder blocks Matt into the turnbuckle and lets out a fury of fists. Starr connects all over the place; face, ribs, arms. He puts Matt in a great deal of pain, and then sets Matt on the top turnbuckle. Starr springboards off and connects with a severe dropkick sending Matt over the ropes and crashing to the outside. Starr slides out of the ring and Lance Weston starts the count.

Lance Weston: 1!

They exchange lefts and rights on the outside, but Starr gets the upperhand as he slams his knee into the midsection of Matt.

Lance Weston: 2!

He grabs Matt by the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. He grabs Matt again and slams him face first into the ringpost.

Lance Weston: 3!

Matt staggers back, and then Starr connects with a haymaker punch, sending Matt to the floor. Starr picks Matt up and slides him into the ring. Starr hops up on the apron and leaps up to the top rope, springboards off, and hits a huge legdrop. He crashes over the throat and chest of Matt. Starr gets Matt to his feet and connects with a spinning back fist. This sends Matt back a little bit and Starr runs at him trying for something, but Matt reverses with a scoop slam and smashes Starr into the mat. Matt gets up and stomps on Starr a few times. He gets Starr to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Matt gets in Starr's face and smashes his elbow into it a few times. He picks Starr up and puts him in the tree of woe. Matt runs to the opposite corner and hops onto the turnbuckle. He yells out to the crowd and flips off the turnbuckle, landing leant forward, and dashes toward Starr connecting with a violent spear. Starr is almost broken in half.

--30:00--

Brian Rentfro: The TKT! Engel goes for the cover...

1...

2...

Shoulder up.

Starr is grabbing his back in pain as he's forced to his feet again. Matt lands some right hooks and left jabs on Starr and tries to finish him off with a devasating clothesline, but Starr ducks and gets behind Matt, executing a huge tiger suplex. Matt cringes in pain as Starr goes back on the offensive, stomping Matt into oblivion. Starr backs up a few steps, and then comes in with a kick that hits Matt in the ribs. Matt coughs up a little blood. Starr gets Matt up to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle. Matt bounces off the turnbuckle and staggers into the ring. Starr takes Engel down with a double underhook suplex. Starr climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off. He comes down with a diving knee drop on Matt's head, looking to deal out as much punishment as possible. Matt shakes in the ring, holding his face. Starr gets Matt to his feet and picks him up in suplex fashion again. This time, though, he's got him in a fisherman's style and connects with a fisherman's DDT instead of a suplex. He hooks Matt's leg for the cover.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Starr is frustrated, but shakes it off as he gets Matt to his feet. He clubs him with forearm shots, and doesn't seem to want to stop. Matt is back to one knee and Starr is crushing his back with punches and forearm shots. Matt takes the pain for a moment, but lunges up and hits the top of his head underneath Starr's jaw. This causes Starr to bit his lip pretty hard and you can see blood pour of out Starr's mouth. Starr staggers back a bit. Matt hits a knife-edge chop on Starr.

Crowd: WHOO!

Engel then connects with a right hook. This turns Starr around and into the ropes. Matt wraps his arms around Starr, pulling him away from the ropes, and hits a german suplex. But, Matt doesn't release. He hits another german suplex. Again, he doesn't release. He hits another german suplex, slamming Starr harder and harder into the mat. But, he won't let go. Matt hits a fourth german suplex with a huge release and Starr plunges into the mat. Matt gets to his feet, but takes a second to cough up some more blood. He wipes his mouth, enraged, and hits a jumping elbow drop across Starr's sternum. Engel then climbs to the top rope, his back facing the ring. He leaps off the top turnbuckle and connects with the Euthanasia, staying on top of Starr for the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING!

Pinfall: Matthew Engel on Shadow Starr at 26:11
Matthew Engel -- 1; Shadow Starr -- 3


Jon McDaniel: As necessary as that pinfall was, you gotta think that hurt Engel a lot more than it normally would have. He is bleeding internally.

Brian Rentfro: Oh I know it hurt Engel a lot, but he had to it. And with a little under 26 minutes left, Engel is only down by two pinfalls instead of three.

Matt looks up at the scoreboard, still in agonizing pain. He sees the two pinfall lead Starr has, and then slams his fist into the mat in frustration, and then does the same to Starr's face. He gets Starr to his feet and connects with an implant DDT. Starr is laid out, still blood coming out his mouth. Matt stumbles to the corner, coughing up more blood like the Penguin, and then gets on the top turnbuckle. Matt's back is to Starr and Matt yells out to the crowd. He leaps off with a double-corkscrew somersault into a splash, but doesn't connect. The second Euthanasia failed as Starr rolled out of the way at the last possible second.

Both men are down, bloodied, and exhausted. The ref starts the count for knock-out.

Lance Weston: 1!

Starr starts to move a little. Crawling to the ropes for aid. Matt does the same.

Lance Weston: 2!

Matt gets one hand on the bottom rope, and then the other. Starr is up to a knee already, more blood coming out of his mouth. He's dizzy.

Lance Weston: 3!

Matt gets to a knee, and Starr is almost to his feet, but stumbles and falls back to the mat.

Lance Weston: 4!

--20:00--

Jon McDaniel: Twenty minutes left... and Engel is still down by two!

Brian Rentfro: Quit reminding me, Jon. I can read the scoreboard.

Matt finally gets to his feet, and Starr is back to a knee. Matt is leaning against the ropes, exhausted, coughing more blood up. Starr manages to get to his feet as the ref stops the count at six. Matt and Starr look at each other, the crowd going wild. They're insane, they're crazy, and the fans love it. Matt taunts Starr to come at him, but Starr just laughs. He has a sinister smile. Matt and Starr start going at each other again, exchanging lefts and rights. Starr gets the upperhand with a low kick and then takes Matt down with a dropkick. Starr struggles to get back up as Matt is up to one knee. Starr rushes at Matt and connects with a roaring elbow, knocking Matt into the ropes. Matt comes back and gets decked with a clothesline, causing Matt to flip in midair and crash to the mat. Starr gets to his feet, and Engel slowly gets to his. Starr checks him with a quick right, and follows it up with a jaw-breaking left hook. Engel stumbles back and Starr tries for a running lariat, but Engel ducks underneath him. Starr turns around towards Engel and Engel comes at him with a side kick, but Starr catches Engel's foot. Engel tries for the enziguri, but Starr dodges. Engel crashes to the mat and Starr is right on him for another assault. He unchambers lefts and rights, and then gets Engel to his feet. Starr takes him down with a quick hip toss, but Engel is to his feet. Starr spears him into the corner.

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

Starr runs to the opposite corner. He raises his right arm for the crowd and the crowd gives him a good pop. He charges towards Engel and tries for an elbow smash and misses. Starr connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Starr up at the neck and head from behind and drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Engel gets to his feet and starts violently kicking Starr. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back with a high-elevation fist drop across Starr's forehead. Starr grabs his head in pain and Engel shouts at him. Engel gets Starr to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Engel springboards off the middle rope, twisting in midair and extends his left leg toward Starr. Engel catches Starr in the jaw with his foot and Starr falls to the mat. Starr gets to his feet with the help of Engel. Engel starts to give him some lip, but there's too much of it as Starr takes him down with a haymaker. Starr grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Starr hits a tornado cross arm breaker on Engel. Still holding on to Engel's arm, he rings him up and attempts to kick Engel in the back of the head. Engel telegraphs it and ducks, grabbing his leg and taking him down to the mat. Engel is up and Starr gets to his feet. Engel kicks Starr low and uses Starr leverage to hit him with a snap suplex. Starr is a bit groggy now as he gets to his feet. Engel wraps his arms around Starr's head and then plants his own head under Starr's jaw. Engel quickly drops to his knees, hitting a huge jaw-breaker on Starr. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope, attempting a moonsault seemingly but Engel uses the momentum to rotate more in the air and land on Starr's chest with that trademark double foot-stomp.

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

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

1...

2...

Kick out!

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

Brian Rentfro: Thank God Engel got to that rope... if Starr goes up three falls again, you can pretty much say he's the new World Champion.

Jon McDaniel: Engel needs to battle back fast.

Starr kicks Engel in the back of the head. Engel is so exhausted and worn out by now... and he continues to bleed out of his mouth. Starr gets Engel up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Engel comes back with a flying forearm to Starr's head! Starr goes down. Engel gets to his feet and drags Starr into the middle of the ring. He applies an anklelock! Starr is in a lot of pain!

Jon McDaniel: Engel's got that anklelock on pretty good in the middle of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Just tap Shadow!

Shadow tries to get to the ropes, but Engel isn't letting it happen. Engel drags him back into the center of the ring and wraps his whole left arm around Starr's ankle and uses his right to bend it in a way that would make anyone cringe. Starr taps out.

DING DING!!!

Submission: Matthew Engel on Shadow Starr at 10:55
Matthew Engel -- 2; Shadow Starr -- 3


Jon McDaniel: And with just under 11 minutes left, Engel is only one fall down now.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's coming back, Jon!

Starr gets up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Lance Weston checks on him, and then lets Engel and Starr go at it again. Engel nails Starr in the stomach with a kick and then goes into the ropes. Engel nails Starr with an ax kick and Starr goes down to the mat. Engel stomps on Starr and then gets him to his feet.

--10:00--

Jon McDaniel: Ten minutes left, Brian. Engel needs to tie this up soon!

Brian Rentfro: I think he plans to!

Matt lifts Starr over his shoulder, holding onto Starr's legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Starr's head. In a split second, Engel throws Starr's legs off of his shoulder and spins Starr around, he himself spinning to the side and falling to the mat, driving Starr face-first to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: SONS OF PLUNDER! Engel covers!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING!!!

Pinfall: Matthew Engel on Shadow Starr at 9:34
Matthew Engel -- 3; Shadow Starr -- 3


Brian Rentfro: And with just under 10 minutes to go, Engel has TIED this Iron Man match! Incredible Jon!

Jon McDaniel: This has been incredible, Brian, and Engel has shown that no matter how hurt he is, he is going to continue to fight and try to win. And you have to respect that, despite Engel's affiliation with the Pantheon.

Starr and Engel both get to their feet. Engel's mouth is bloodied, as is Starr's. Starr's hair has some blood in it from the chair shot he got earlier in the match. Both men are heavily exhausted and Engel is still holding his ribs. Both men are probably thinking about home right now, but they know they need to finish this. Engel and Starr nod to each other and Lance Weston backs into a corner and lets them go at it. The crowd is going crazy, cheering for both men and showing their approval.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is very pleased and no matter who wins this, both these men should be proud because this has been a great match.

Engel and Starr circle each other in the ring. Starr charges in and nails Engel with a knee to the stomach. Starr takes Engel down with a neckbreaker. Starr struggles to get to his feet and then kicks Engel in the head. Starr goes into the ropes and tries for a kick, but Engel grabs Starr by the leg and then kicks out Starr's other leg, planting Starr on his back. Engel grabs Starr by his ankles and plants his boot right in Starr's stomach. Engel goes into the ropes and then hits Starr with a falling headbutt. Engel gets up to his feet slowly, and Starr gets to a knee. Engel gets behind Starr and puts him in a million dollar dream choke! But, Engel didn't realize just how close Starr was to the ropes and Starr grabs the middle rope right away. Engel keeps the hold going until the referee starts to count, and Engel breaks it at 3. Engel backs away for a moment and then in a quick moment Starr turns and nails Engel in the gut with a punch. Starr hooks both of Engel's arms and lifts him up, dropping him down with a double underhook powerbomb!

Eric Emerson: FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!

Eric gives us the five minute warning. Starr looks up at the scoreboard, remembering again that the score is tied. He goes for a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Starr slams the mat in frustration and then nails Engel with lefts and rights. He covers again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Engel knows how important this last fall is and he won't give up that easy!

Starr gets Engel to his feet and slams him into the turnbuckle. Starr takes Engel down with a back body drop. Starr climbs to the top rope and Engel tries to get to his feet. Starr waits for Engel to turn around and then leaps off, nailing Engel with a clothesline. Starr covers Engel again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Eric Emerson: THREE MINUTES!

Starr gets Engel up to his feet, and Engel is about done. Starr tries to hit The End Game on Engel, but Engel reverses out of it and then rolls up Starr in a small package!

1...

2...

Kick out!

Engel tries to get to his feet, but Starr beats him to it. Starr knees Engel in the head and then gets him to his feet. Engel is slammed to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex from Starr. Starr covers again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Engel just won't give up!

Starr drags Engel to the center of the ring. Starr puts that boston crab on Engel again, trying to get him to submit once more. Engel has already submitted once in the match, and the first time he's ever done in that in his professional career, but Engel knows he can't give up now. The clock is winding down, and Starr has the boston crab locked in good. Some chants from the crowd for Engel, and some chants for Shadow Starr as well. Engel is trying to fight out of the submission hold, but it's proving to be a very hard task. Engel starts to crawl away toward the bottom rope and Starr is fighting it. Engel reaches out and his middle fingertip touches the bottom rope, but he can't get his hand around it.

Brian Rentfro: He's so close!

Jon McDaniel: We're getting close to only one minute left, Brian!

Engel fights Starr and crawls a little bit closer.

Eric Emerson: ONE MINUTE!

Engel grabs the bottom rope and begs the referee to make Starr break the hold. Starr lets go of the hold and shows his anger. Engel is in a lot of pain and tries to get to his feet. Starr gives him a kick to the ribs that sends Engel through the ropes and to the outside. Engel spits out more blood. Starr goes to the outside and grabs Engel by the head. He tries to slam him into the barricade, but Engel nails Starr in the gut. Engel clotheslines Starr to the floor. Engel slides into the ring, trying to get a moment to recuperate. Weston begins to count Starr out.

Lance Weston: 1!

Lance Weston: 2!

Starr slowly gets to his feet and slides in the ring. Engel is on his feet finally and Starr nails Engel with a right hand, but Engel comes back with a right of his own. The two superstars begin to exchange right hands, neither one willing to go down.

Brian Rentfro: This is unbelievable, Jon. We have about 30 seconds left and both of them are still duking it out!

Engel nails Starr with another right and then a quick left. Engel backs Starr into the ropes and then hits him in the stomach with a kick. Starr gets doubled over and then Engel puts Starr's head between his thighs, hooking both of Starr's arms. He lifts Starr up twisting him 90 degrees and then drops Starr back-first over his knee!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! What a backbreaker from Engel! That took a lot out of him!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah it did, and Starr's in some serious pain. We've only got about 20 seconds left! Engel needs to make a pin!

Engel crawls over to Starr and covers him, not bothering to hook a leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Engel can't believe it. He thought he had it won. And with just 15 seconds left, Engel climbs up to the top rope.

8 seconds left. Engel leaps off with the Euthanasia and connects. He stays on top of Starr for cover.

Jon McDaniel: Five seconds left!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING!

And right after that, the time expires and the buzzer goes off. Engel rolls off of Shadow Starr, and looks up into the lights. The crowd goes insane and Eric Emerson steps into the ring.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of this Iron Man match with the score 4 to 3... still your PWA World Heavyweight Champion.... MATTTHHHEWWW ENGGGELLLL!!!!

Orion comes down to the ring and slides in. He goes right over to Engel and tries to help him up to his feet. Referee Lance Weston hands Engel his World Title and then raises Engel's arm in the air. That moment is short-lived as Engel falls to a knee, barely able to stand. Starr rolls out of the ring, very exhausted and battered as well. EMTs come down to the ring to assist Starr and Engel, and some EMTs help Starr backstage. However, Engel ignores the EMTs and tells them to leave. He uses Orion to get to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: What an amazing match, Brian, and Engel is still World Champ.

Brian Rentfro: Why are the EMTs leaving him? He needs help!

Jon McDaniel: Engel waved them off, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Damn it! Come on Matt!

The EMTs head back up the rampway to give Shadow Starr their attention, but what's disturbing the crowd is who is running past the EMTs toward the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Uh... Riona Langly and Lacey Gloria are here!

Brian Rentfro: Oh no...

Riona and Lacey slide into the ring, wielding singapore canes. Orion turns around and tries to defend himself. He throws a punch at Riona, but Riona dodges it and smacks her cane in the back of Orion's head. Orion falls to his knees as Engel looks up to witness what is going on. In doing so, Lacey kicks Engel right in the face. Lacey grabs Engel and ties him up in the top and middle ropes. Engel is so exhausted and beaten down, that he doesn't even try to fight out of it. Blood pours from his mouth.

Brian Rentfro: Somebody stop this...

Jon McDaniel: It seems that Engel's bad deeds have come back to haunt him.

Brian Rentfro: He is defenseless!

Jon McDaniel: So was she!

Riona and Lacey take hold of their singapore canes. Right in front of Engel, they both proceed to beat Orion with the canes as hard as they can. The sickening sounds of the canes connecting with Orion's head and body can be heard throughout the entire arena as the crowd falls silent. Engel wakes up a little bit and tries to fight out of it, but he can't. Orion's skin turns black and blue, and Orion has several cuts all over his body. Riona and Lacey won't stop, as they continue this heinous act.

Jon McDaniel: Okay.. enough is enough....

Brian Rentfro: I can't watch anymore.

Riona and Lacey finally stop, and Riona signals to Lacey to do something. Lacey slides out of the ring and pulls something out from underneath the ring. It's a glass table. She slides it in the ring, and Riona sets it up in the middle. She gets Orion up to his feet... and then all their lives would change forever.

Devolution through the glass table, and Orion is completely unconscious.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God... he might be...

Brian Rentfro: NO! NO! This is ridiculous! Riona has taken this too far!

Riona gets to her feet, and asks for a microphone. A techie fearfully hands one to her and he runs out of the ring. Riona puts the microphone to her mouth and stands in front of Engel. Both of them share a hateful look toward each other, and Engel's eyes are full of tears and rage. Riona shakes her head, lowering the microphone and turning away.

Brian Rentfro: Good.

But in an instant, Riona turns around and nails Engel in the forehead as hard as she can with the bottom part of the microphone. Engel is knocked out, and Orion is still a mess with the glass table crumbled around him. Those same EMTs come back down to the ring and Riona drops the microphone and exits the ring with Lacey. Both of them walk up the rampway and disappear backstage, and the crowd is still stunned by what they just witnessed as EMTs try to give all their assistance to two unconscious, bloodied, and battered men. Fade to black.

(C) PWA 2009