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


02-28-2010


GENESIS BEGINS


The scene comes alive inside an unknown prison within the United States. Passing through the dimly lit hallway, we catch a glimpse of the correctional officer wheeling a man down the hall.

C.O: I didn't think you'd be walking out of here.

Man: Technically I'm not, am I?

A swinging light fixture catches the man in the wheel chair, whose head is bandaged up.

Simon Kalis: I don't know who got me free, but...

They reach the exit and as the large metal doors come open, the sunlight blinds Kalis for a moment. He squints as the figure before him becomes clear. It is his son, Masakazu.

Masakazu: Father...

Kalis: Son...

Kalis struggles to his feet, but he remains firm once up on his own legs again. Masakazu presents him with a bandana as Kalis removes the bandages over his head revealing a surgical scar on its diameter. Kalis ties the bandana over his head and smiles as he embraces Masakazu.

Kalis: Just when I thought I was out...

Masakazu: They pull you back in.

They smirk as they glance at the PWA cameras.

Masakazu: All hail the return of..

Kalis: The Order of Chaos.

The correctional officer backs away as the scene goes black.

"The Reaping" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play throughout the PWA Dome in St. Louis, Missouri. The soft guitar echoes throughout the arena as the crowd lays silent watching the ADCtron. Clips from Johnny Maverick beating Matt Stone for the Grizzly Beer Title the second time are on the ADCtron. They switch to Project X returning and attacking Johnny Maverick.

-Hell must know... there have been worse things I've done-

Thunder effects shake the PWA dome. The video flashes between images of Treacherous Hippo Love, Simon Yip, Ronald Gay, Joshua Danielson, Tyson, and the returning Kyle Stevenson. All participants in the Chaos Money in the Bank match.

-I hold out these hands to receive the sum-

Changeover to Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr 'defeating' the Order of Chaos for the tag titles. Flashes of Chamelion and the returning Gareth Evans show them as the challengers, anxious to put Stone and Starr to the test.

-Purge these days... will we accept the things we must?-

Clips of the returning Nick Ledgerwood laying out Marxx and staking his claim as the rightful number one contender to the Intercontinental Title.

-The world will now learn of change to come... or no world-

The video switches to fuzzy images of the classic blue steel cage, and it shows Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins, bitter enemies and former friends, as the two combatants who will put their words and their lives on the line for the sake of glory. "No World For Tomorrow" by Coheed and Cambria takes over the background music. The pace is faster and harder.

-Wait, there's never been a mess like this
Oh no, more hands to hold
The pain turns tomorrow for her to give up-

The video flashes between images of Mark Zout, Matt Stone, Laura Estella, The Andalusian, Cody Bogard, and The Bomber. All participants in the Rampage Money in the Bank match.

-Curse us as God has, believe me
Hell has no room for your crime, so beat me
Till the blood and the bone finds our end here-

Thunderwolf and Corey Lazarus are shown together on the ADCtron as friends, then enemies, then friends, and now enemies. A rivaly ten years in the making, a first time these two have put everything on the line against each other on the biggest stage the PWA can offer.

-You've been living off their power
Boy, now go and make your move
Curse us, these gods aren't faking-

The video shows the BWF World Championship, and features the three individuals charged with deciding its final champion: Starla Gardevoir, Gabe Shelley, and Casey Campbell.

-So march to the drumming
Show them you're coming
You've been their prey-

Clips of the first match between Matthew Engel and The Phoenix begins to play. Phoenix gets the win, and Engel is furious. Fast forward to Engel attacking Phoenix on Chaos and costing him a match against Bubba J. Fast forward to the main event of Rampage just a few weeks ago, the ending showing Engel and Phoenix battling it out over glory and pride despite them being partners that night.

-What did I do to deserve all of this?
What did I do to deserve all of you?-

Past video clips of Bubba J fighting Ryan Ross are being shown, from their cage match to their no rope barbed wire match to the triple threat Global Title match at Ground Zero which Bubba J won. Both clips show Ross and Bubba bloodied, signifying quite the hardcore experience tonight.

-Raise your hands high, young brothers and sisters
There's a world's worth of work and a need for you
Oh, changes come in through these doors, now closing
Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?-

The video shows Sirus and Jethro, both great and good-hearted men, about to battle for the sake of their fans and for the love of the sport. Nothing could be more pure, more historical, and more about sportsmanship.

-You all think you've figured me out, do as I say
Your words mean nothing at all, so now I lay
I say come on, come on, boy, as I lead
I say come on, come on, boy, watch it bleed-

Finally, the video ends with Raizzor and Riona Langly, the World Heavyweight Championship bout. Raizzor has the gold around his waist, while Riona is motioning for the belt to be around hers. Who will walk out the World's Heavyweight Champion?

-Bye, bye world, only our hopes to hold on-

Huge sets of pyros goes off as the fans are exploding with cheers and on their feet. We cut to Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro, our announce team for tonight.

Jon McDaniel: And welcome to Genesis X!

Brian Rentfro: It's amazing to be here!

Jon McDaniel: This is going to be the biggest night of the year, Brian. Perhaps of all time!

Brian Rentfro: So many matches, so little time Jon. In fact, we've already had one match tonight. Dos Cara debuted in the PWA earlier in a dark match and impressively defeated Jacob Collins in a singles match.

Jon McDaniel: That was a good match and Dos Cara gave the fans a heck of a show. It was a wonderful beginning for Genesis! And we have so much more for you tonight. All titles are on the line, we have returning legends such as Sirus Moran, Project X, Gareth Evans, Corey Lazarus, Kyle Stevenson, and Thunderwolf! And as we found out just a few minutes earlier, Simon Kalis and Masakazu might be returning tonight as well! We have no official word that they are here, though.

Brian Rentfro: You put Kyle Stevenson in that list?

Jon McDaniel: Only because Rob said I would get a bonus on my paycheck.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, well good for you.

Jon McDaniel: And now, Genesis is about to officially be underway as we bring you our first match!

Johnny Maverick (C) vs Project X

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


The ring technicians are placing barb wire around the ring in looping coils.

Jon McDaniel: This match is going to take a bit to set up here.

Brian Rentfro: You ain't kidding me.

While a set of three technicians are looping barb wire around the floor up against the ring another two technicians are looping the ring ropes with barb wire and entangling it between the ropes as well, per Johnny Maverick's request. A sixth technician is walking around the ringside area with a huge trashcan that contains broken bottles, light tubes, and glass of all kinds and he is dumping it all over the ringside area.

Brian Rentfro: This is going to kill somebody.

Jon McDaniel: It is a definite that someone is going to get extremely hurt.

A seventh and final technician sprinkles thumbtacks all over the inside of the ring as well as the ringside area. Finally the barb wire ropes are set up as well as the coils around the ring. Six of the seven technicians head backstage while the seventh stands there with a half full can of glass fragments waiting. The crowd begins to chant.

"We're gonna get blood"

Jon McDaniel: They aren't lying either.

"There'll be blood!"

Brian Rentfro: Is this match even sanctioned?

Jon McDaniel: I would think so because it is Johnny's choice for stipulations and he chose this one.

The crowd roars their approval as the six technicians come back carrying among them two tables with nails sticking up through the table's top.

Brian Rentfro: This is why I'm glad I'm not a wrestler.

Jon McDaniel: I'm not sure I can even watch something like this. Parents, send your kids to bed during this match.

Brian Rentfro: It is not going to be for the faint of heart.

One table is set down at the bottom of the entrance ramp while the other is set on the side of the ring without any glass fragments, as of yet. After the table is set down, the seventh technician begins to dump out some of the remaining glass before walking around to the area at the bottom of the ramp. Looking around to check his handy work, he spreads out the remaining glass on the floor and the seven of them walk back up the ramp, shaking their heads at the carnage this is going to cause. The crowd is roaring in anticipation, but the techs rush back down, each carrying a spool of barb wire and wire cutters for the wire. One technician on one side of the ring staples an end of the wire while another tech unwinds it to staple to the barricade. This action goes on for several minutes until the entire ringside area is nearly completely covered in strands of barb wire leading from the ring apron to the barricade.

Jon McDaniel: This is a ton of barb wire Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You ain't telling me anything I don't know.

The lights dim down as blood drips down the PWAtron and Eric Emerson's voice comes from the speakers.

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship. The match will be contested under 'There will be Blood' rules as you see the ring set before you.

The lights dim as the dull throb of a heart beat sounds. The sound gets fainter and fainter until it can barely be heard, and then
suddenly explodes into glorious noise as "Hysteria" by Muse hits the sound system. The lighting moves about in time with the music as Project X bursts
out from behind the curtain and wastes no time in getting to the ring with a purposeful walk.

Jon McDaniel: Project X in a return to a match on the biggest show for PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Wasn't it on a Genesis where Raizzor screwed him out of the World title?

The opening bass line of 'Open your eyes' by AFI fills the arena, Johnny bursting out of the curtain as soon as the lyrics to the
song start.

'You think I give a shit, I´m watching through your eyes
I just can't fucking stand the way you always have to criticize.
You have to find something wrong in everything you see,
It seems it's not that hard for you to find everything that's wrong with me.'

Johnny pounds on his chest and roars before sprinting down to the ring.

'Open your eyes and face the truth
Open your eyes, the real problem's you.'

Johnny slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to his feet, he climbs the turnbuckle and smacks himself in the face a few times before leaning
back and giving the audience another roar.

'Does it build your self-esteem to look for
mistakes in everyone else?
The only answer that I could find is that you're just not happy with yourself.
You, hide something about yourself when you point out everybody else's
mistakes.
The problems that you have are just a little much for you to take.'

Johnny jumps down and prepares himself for/ faces his opponent.

'Open your eyes, and face the truth.
Open your eyes, the real problem's you.'


Brian Rentfro: Johnny looks determined to out think this monster Project X.

Jon McDaniel: He'll have to out think him because overpowering him is unthinkable.

Collar and elbow, but Johnny delivers a stiff kick to PX's knee before spinning around to deliver a toe kick to the back of the same knee. PX stumbles forward a bit, Johnny seizes on the chance given to him by pounding him in the back with fists of fury.

Brian Rentfro: Project X is bleeding already.

Jon McDaniel: I think Johnny has broken glass glued to the tape on his fists.

Johnny continues to pound away at Project X's back, but the monster turns growling to catch Johnny by the throat. Project X lifts him up, but Johnny pounds away at his face with stiff punches to the masked face, to little avail. Project X tosses Johnny into the ropes, the barb wire digging into Maverick's flesh and tearing small wounds already. Johnny rushes out from the barb wire, PX whips him across the ring to slam back first on the other side of the ring in the barb wire. PX appears to be smilingbut with the mask, who can really tell. Johnny rushes back though, throwing a fist up towards PX's face, but ducking down to deliver a flying series of jabs to the ribs of the big man. PX growls in frustration as he begins to bleed from small wounds on his rib cage, but Johnny dances out of the reach, begging Project X to come and get him some. PX obliges as he lumbers towards Johnny, again he ducks under te long reach with a swift back kick to the knee that takes PX down to one knee. Johnny leaps with a bulldog taking PX on down to the mat. Lifting his head up, he drags Project X's masked face across the barb wire tearing a slight hole in the tough rubber mask. Johnny begins to try and tear the mask off, but Project X shoves him backwards into the barb wire wrapped turnbuckles and there spikes tear into Johnny's flesh.

Jon McDaniel: Less than three minutes into this match and there is already blood.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, and it is entertaining as well, not too gory.

PX shoves up to his feet as Johnny struggles to untangle himself from the barb wire, PX catches him with a big right hand. Johnny falls back into the turnbuckles but PX with a boot across Johnny's throat has him choking now but there is no disqualification in this match because Johnny wants there to be alot of blood. Johnny with a boot to PX's thigh gets him some breathing room. Project X catches him with another big right hand rocking Johnny's world on its axis. Johnny is untangled from the wire and swinging wildly. Project X whips Johnny into the ropes, Johnny rebounds. Leaping into the air for some head pounding Project X catches him in mid-air in powerbomb position. Laughing wildly in a deep and gravely voice PX turns to toss Johnny outside onto the barb wire mess out there. Johnny fires rights and lefts trying to break the hold.

Jon McDaniel: He wouldn't.

Brian Rentfro: He did.

Johnny grunts from the pain as his back breaks through the strands of barb wire to slam on through to the broken glass below the strands. Johnny rolls trying to get up, but each time he moves he obtains new glass as well as sticking old glass in further. Project X laughs as he steps over the ropes to the outside right above the now bloody mess that is Johnny Maverick. PX jumps down slamming a knee into Johnny Maverick before stepping on broken glass.

Brian Rentfro: Project X has that big piece of glass.

Jon McDaniel: And he is digging it down Johnny Maverick's front.

Some fans ave decided they don't want to be right here for this massacre as they hold their mouths and head to the restroom. Project X happily carves Johnny's front, but Maverick somehow manages a thumb to the eyes to stop PX from the slow torture. Johnny fires a right hand into Project X's chin then one to the exposed throat of PX which causes him to fall back against an unbroken strand of wire. Johnny, ignoring the pain, jumps to his feet then leaps to the apron.

Jon McDaniel: Geeze, did you see Johnny's back?

Brian Rentfro: You mean the hamburger meat that is considered to be his back?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah.

Johnny leaps with a scissor type kick, but instead plants his boot right into PX's face causing him to land heavily on the barb wire strands. The strands do not break, but Johnny digs under the ring for a chair which he holds as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Maverick dives off, holding the chair under his feet, at the last possible second, he slams the chair right into PX's face with a short and quick dropkick. PX falls through the strands of wire to the broken glass below and with a grunt of pain he immediately tries to sit back up. Johnny looks surprised and a little worried as he steps back up to his feet, pulling out a few pieces of glass from his legs and arms. Johnny with a right hand to PX, a left, a swift knee and a Mui Tai kick that sends him back down. Johnny points out to the crowd with a loud and gutteral roar before leaping onto the barricade. Johnny dives off with a back elbow but PX manages to catch him on the fly and avoid the elbow. PX hoists him up onto his shoulders with a gorilla press, then tosses him five feet to slam through other strands of wire and now bloodied glass.

Jon McDaniel: These two men are going to need medical attention, perhaps before the match has ended.

Brian Rentfro: Blood everywhere and one side has no strands remaining.

PX walks slowly over to Johnny, pulling shards of glass out of his body while staring daggers through Johnny Maverick.

Jon McDaniel: I don't like the look in Project X's eyes.

Brian Rentfro: If Johnny could see right now, he wouldn't either.

Johnny tries to pull himself together, but PX is there to pounce like a big seven foot tiger with right clubs to the face knocking Johnny out cold with the first blow. PX takes a shard of glass and cuts the tape off of Johnny's wrist to toss into the crowd. PX turns to the right fist, he removes that weapon as well before standing up and pulling the bloody Johnny back up to his feet. Johnny is dead weight in his arms as he calmly walks over to the table of nails, he lifts him up over his head.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny with a finger poke to the eyes buys him some time.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, these aren't long nails, but long enough to pierce the skin, but not kill.

Brian Rentfro: There goes that illusion.

PX blindly shoves Johnny backwards, but Maverick manages to hold on and plant Project X face first on the nails. Johnny lands on the crowd side of the barrier, leaning over to catch his breath. After a moment Johnny steps back over and to the ring apron where he climbs to the top turnbuckle, awaiting PX'x next move. Project X stands, but Johnny leaps with a body splash that connects with PX and slams him front first on the table and it breaks under their combined weight.

Jon McDaniel: Tables weren't built to hold that much weight.

Brian Rentfro: Especially not those kind of tables.

Both men lay there, unmoving, until paramedics rush down to the ring believing the worst. Three big paramedics are able to load Project X onto an enlarged gurney and two paramedics get Johnny Maverick loaded onto his as well.

Eric Emerson: Fans, we regret to...

Emerson is cut off by Project X rolling off the gurney to step over to Mavericks to lift him onto his shoulders. Project X slowly begins to walk down to the ring, but Johnny manages to roll off his shoulders to shove PX into the ringpost and split the mask just a little further. PX spins around, dazed and swinging wildly as blood is flowing into his eyes under the mask and some makes its way down the front of the mask through the tear. Johnny avoids a wild right, he sways away from a clubbing left, but the well placed boot catches him in the gut folding him over. PX slams a knee into his face before jumping up and then down with a leg drop driving Johnny's face into the littered glass at ringside. Johnny jerks once before not moving again, the crowd hushes at this, but Project X stands up, pulling Johnny with him.

Jon McDaniel: This is just way too far.

Brian Rentfro: Both men want that title, but I am worried about the welfare of both men, they are both greats.

PX tosses Johnny through the ropes, the barb wire catching and ripping Maverick's flesh even further, as if you can even tell through the blood. PX steps over to the ring steps, tossing them into the ring and the table follows. PX looks around under the apron, finding what he was looking for.

Jon McDaniel: Geeze, a staple gun.

Brian Rentfro: One of the techs must have left it down here.

PX holds the gun out, sending a staple out towards the ring, he steps over the top and into the ring. PX walks over to Johnny, lifting him high up, faceslam onto the ringsteps and Johnny hasn't moved since his face plant into the glass debris.

Jon McDaniel: Someone needs to stop this match, Johnny may be seriously hurt.

Brian Rentfro: May be?

PX turns the table on its legs before placing Johnny on top of the nails with a body slam. He steps over the top rope to the outside where he pulls a very long strand of the wire up before stepping back inside the ring.

Brian Rentfro: After so much pain, do you feel anymore?

Jon McDaniel: I'm not really sure Brian, not sure at all.

PX stands over the broken form of Johnny Maverick and he begins to wrap the strand of wire around Johnny's body and Maverick is not moving at all here. PX laughs as he then begins to staple the wire to Johnny's forehead, face, chest, stomach, and rolling him over, he staples the loose strands to his back.

Jon McDaniel: This is just sick, Johnny is defenseless.

Brian Rentfro: But it cannot end unless one man is pinned.

PX then pulls Johnny back up, lifting him high up over his head for The Probe, but Johnny counters on the way up with a barb wire assisted headbutt to PX's head. Stumbling back PX drops Johnny, who manages to land in a standing position, he dives forward with a bear hug attempt.

Jon McDaniel: A bear hug, really?

Brian Rentfro: Brilliant, Johnny is digging that barb wire right into PX's flesh, using it against him.

Johnny kips up to the table, diving forward with a forearm smash that sends PX into the barb wire ropes, stunned. Johnny, grits his teeth and picks up the table for a running smash. Johnny slams the table right into Project X hard enough to send him flipping over the top rope to smash into the strands of barb wire on that side and into the unbloodied glass below the strands. Johnny falls down to one knee, the blood loss now getting to him and he looks down at the barb wire that is stapled to him and smiles.

Jon McDaniel: Is he smiling?

Brian Rentfro: While ago when we were worried about the look in PX's eyes...

Jon McDaniel: Yeah...

Brian Rentfro: I believe I'm more scared of Johnny's look.

Jon McDaniel: I understand your point.

Johnny climbs up the turnbuckle, staple gun in hand as he waits on PX to stand back up. After a moment of crouching Johnny is rewarded as PX slowly stands, his back to Johnny. PX is shaking his head vigorously, droplets of blood flying from the tears in his mask.

Jon McDaniel: The mask is hanging together by strands.

Brian Rentfro: But strangely we cannot identify who Project X is.

Johnny roars as he leaps with the Tony Jaa that sends PX face first into the remaining strands of barb wire on that side, both men get absolutely tangled in the mess. A clicking sound is heard as Johnny Maverick is stapling Project X's mask together from the prone position, enjoying every single second of the added torture and insult.

Brian Rentfro: I didn't know the human body had this much blood in it.

Jon McDaniel: I believe it has nine pints and I would think these men have bled at least seven pints already.

Brian Rentfro: A pin has to happen in the ring, right?

Jon McDaniel: I would assume so, I haven't been told any different.

Johnny crawls through the glass and barb wire strands to the ring apron where he weakly crawls into the ring. A trail of smearing blood follows him and neither man can go much farther. After a moment of rest for both men, Project X is able to get up to his feet, all be it quite shakily, but he manages. Project X has a dazed look in his eyes, but then again he also has blood dripping down the tears in his mask as well as under the mask. Johnny backs up to give the big man his space and allow him into the ring to finish this match.

Brian Rentfro: Don't give him an inch Johnny.

Jon McDaniel: Cause he'll make you pay for it.

PX weakly steps over the top rope, staring in the direction of Johnny who manages a charge with the remaining energy or adrenaline he contains. PX scoops him up with his right hand

Johnny goes down with The Probe, but manages to spin his arm around to catch Project X's head in his arm to slam him head first through the table full of nails. PX rolls over from instinct and Johnny's arm flops on top of PX in a nonchalant cover, but it is the only cover Maverick can manage.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

It is enough.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association Grizzly Beer Champion.... Johnny Maverick!

Ring technicians rush down to the ring, wire cutters in hand to cut the barb wire from the ropes so that the paramedics can get to both Johnny and Project X and get them some much needed medical attention.

Brian Rentfro: Johnny fought hard, Project X fought hard, both men have given their life's blood to get that belt.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny to keep it and Project X to gain it.

THLove - Simon Yip - Ronald Gay - Joshua Danielson - Tyson - Kyle Stevenson

Chaos Money in the Bank Match


Aubrey Jones: The following is the Chaos version of the Money In The Bank Ladder Match. Every wrestler must be introduced before the ladder can come into play. The winner of the match will receive a Global Title shot at Who's The Man? and now without further adue, introducing first...

The lights dim and "37 Stitches" by Drowning Pool begins to play over the speakers. A chair begins to rise up to the top of the ramp.
As it does Ryan McCombs' voice plays out.

"Do you see me, sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say anything Head hung low, kicking stones down Kicking stones down the road to hell now I'm waiting
for you to say anything, anything yeah"

The spotlight shines on the chair and shows that a man is sitting atop it. The light shines off his mirrored aviator sunglasses. Also the red rhinestones
on the black trenchcoat shine into the arena. He stands up and looks out into the crowd as the chorus hits.

"I know you are the only one, my little taste of heaven And you know I am the only one, your bitter taste of hell Your eyes scream the end is creeping
in on me I'll need thirty-seven stitches, to keep the pain in I know you are the only one, on the darkest side of the sun"

He walks down the ramp acknowledging a few fans as he makes his way to the ring.

Aubrey Jones: "Making his way to the ring...from Huntington Beach, California, weighing in at two hundered twenty five pounds."

He rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Aubrey Jones: "He is..."THE ICEMAN" KYLE STEVENSON!!!"

Kyle takes off his sunglasses and hands them to Aubrey. He then removes the trenchcoat and dumps it over the top rope. He awaits his opponent as "37 Stitches"
fades away.

The arena blacks out. The only light that is seen is that of the stage. The music hits.

-Yeah (Screaming)

A wall of smoke rises from the center of the stage that connects to the ramp.

-Yeah

Simon Walks out.

-All I ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled
-It is in my hands
-I must not fail
-and I must not fall

Simon holds the jade necklace around his neck. He closes his eyes in concentration. After a moment, he kisses the stone and walks down the ramp.

-Even through the darkest days
-This fire burns always
-This fire burns always

All of a sudden, he stops in the middle of the ramp. He starts hopping in a circle and rotating his neck to loosen up.

-This is the proving ground
-As the heat begins to rise
-Turn away from yesterday
-Tomorrow is in my eyes
-Oh!

He reaches the ring apron. To stretch a little more, he puts his right leg on the apron and leans forward to stretch his hamstring. He then alternates
to his left.

-Nevermore to be held down
-By the weights against me
-Nevermore to be cast aside
-This day is mine

He slides into the ring and bows to the referee. If the opponent is already in the ring, he bows to him as well.

-Even through the darkest days
-This fire burns always
-This fire burns always

He finally then pops his knuckles and stretches out his fingers before the music ends. He is now ready for some action.

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: Here we go with the best ladder match on the card.

Jeff Augustee: That fact cannot be argued.

Kyle and Sinon lock up in the center of the ring, Kyle with a go behind into a rear waistlock but Simon falls forward onto his knees flipping the returning Kyle over onto his feet. Kyle turns around quickly with a spinning elbow to Simon's face sending him back up against the ropes. Simon takes a charge, Kyle ducks under, Simon hits the ropes. Kyle rushes forward, Simon with a leap frog over Simon, but Simon springs to the top rope. Kyle turns, right into the path of a spinning toe kick to his temple sending him down onto one knee. Simon hits the ropes, running knee, Kyle with a dragon screw legwhip sends Simon onto his back. Kyle grabs Simon in a side headlock, but Simon pushes him into the ropes and Kyle is sent running. Simon slaps his shoulders before diving forward with a rolling thunder clothesline taking Kyle down onto the mat. Simon hits the ropes, springing up to the middle and back with a springboard moonsault, but Kyle isn't there.

Linzi Martin: Here comes the next competitor in about thirty seconds.

Jeff Augustee: I can't wait to see who it is going to be.

Kyle with a fist to Simon's face backs him into the corner where he unleashes a chop to rock Simon backwards. Kyle with a second one as the countdown begins in earnest, the crowd counting down from five.

"Five"

Kyle whips Simon across the ring.

"Four"

Kyle charges in with a body splash.

"Three"

Simon gets his boots up right into Kyle's face knocking him down to the mat.

"Two"

Simon quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with an elbow drop.

"One"

Jungle drums sound around the arena. On stage a fog rises around the entrance as we view a murky river on the big screen. As a Hippo
head breaks the surface we hear "Bim Bomb" fade in over the native rhythms. The beast opens his jaws wide and bellows just as T. H. Love steps through
the roiling fog. He pauses to glare at the crowd for a moment before continuing on to the ring.

Linzi Martin: TH Love seems to be ready.

Jeff Augustee: Yeah, Harvy is going to do well.

TH Love slides into the ring, immediately going after Simon with a fury. Rights and lefts has Simon in the ropes. Irish whip sends him across the ring and here comes TH Love with a jump and fists in a Lou Thesz press. TH Love pounds away with rights and lefts until Kyle Stevenson hits the ropes, boot right to the face of TH Love. Love rolls over onto his back where Kyle lands with a leg drop across his throat. Kyle pulls TH Love up to his feet, shoulder block to the midsection before slipping Love over onto his back.

Linzi Martin: All of this action and the ladder isn't even in play yet.

Jeff Augustee: And it won't be until all competitors are introduced.

Kyle drops a knee onto Love's face, but here comes Simon with a spear that knocks Kyle through the ropes to the outside. Simon pulls Love up to his feet, right hand to the face, but here comes Love firing back with one of his own. Simon is rocked back from the soupbone type right hands, but give him credit as he fires one back as well. Love with a low blow takes Simon by surprise bending him at the waist. Love grabs Simon with a front facelock, bringing him down to the canvas with a DDT. Love gets back up to his feet, hitting the ropes, Kyle with a shoulder block to Love's back sends him stumbling forward towards the center of the ring. Kyle leaps to the top rope, diving onto Love's shoulders from behind. Spinning around, he sends Love down with a reverse huricanrana. Kyle is breathing heavily as he gets back to his feet and is running off the ropes. Kyle with a baseball slide, but Simon has other plans as he manages to nail a front kick as Kyle heads into his slide. Simon is standing tall, but for how long. Simon looks up to the briefcase and nods as he climbs to the top turnbuckle diving off for Love with a 360 front flip leg drop. Simon kips up to his feet quickly, but is taken down immediately with a clothesline from Kyle. Stevenson looks down at Simon before smiling and looking up to the briefcase as well then back down at his current two opponents. Kyle pulls Simon up to his feet, forearm shot to the throat that backs Simon into the corner. Kyle lifts him onto the top turnbuckle, perhaps for a top rope superplex. Love with a forearm smash to Kyle's back drops him down to the bottom turnbuckle and then to the mat. Kyle turns around to receive a big right hand from Love, but Kyle fires back with a right of his own. Love with a headbutt that knocks Kyle backwards into the corner, Love with a second headbutt, but Kyle manages to use the ropes to lift himself up causing Love to headbut Kyle's boot. Love backs up, Kyle takes advantage by pounding him with a flurry of rights to the temple.

Linzi Martin: Both men have forgotten about Simon on the top turnbuckle.

Jeff Augustee: Not to mention the crowd is starting to count down again.

"Five"

Simon dives from the top turnbuckle with a body splash onto both Kyle and TH Love taking them both down to the mat in a crumpled heap.

"Four"

Simon pulls Love out of the heap, stomping on Kyle as he does so.

"Three"

Simon holds TH Love by the head, booting him in the jaw with a series of toe kicks to the jaw.

"Two"

Simon looks up as he catches the countdown.

"One"

The pounding drums to 'Trust' by Megadeth hits the speakers, and the crowd is on their feet! Joshua Danielson pushed through the curtains
and stopped at the top of the entrance ramp, throwing his arms out in an open handed crucifix.

Joshua then went down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside.

Jeff Augustee: Here comes what people have to believe as a fan favorite.

Linzi Martin: The fans can like whomever they want, but it is going to be hard for anyone to really have an advantage.

Kyle manages to get up to his feet, he runs, diving over the top rope onto Danielson who is trying to get in the ring. Joshua and Kyle begin trading rights and lefts, Kyle for some reason wanting to weaken Joshua before he has a chance to even enter into the match. Kyle whips Joshua into the ring steps Joshua flips over them landing on his back. Kyle runs, jumps onto the top step, landing down with a knee drop on Joshua's midsection. Kyle is fierce in his determination to take out Danielson.

Linzi Martin: Kyle trying to take out what he thinks to be his only competition.

Jeff Augustee: But there are several other competitors that can win as well.

Simon looks at Kyle on the outside, but decides to try and take out TH Love here before the match can even end. Simon whips Love into the ropes, lowering his shoulder he rushes forward. TH Love with a boot to the face of Simon sends him standing back up, Love with a flying clothesline takes Simon down to the canvas. Love falls down to one knee, holding his head trying to shake off those quick kicks to his face he recently received from Simon. Love gets up to his feet, wobbling slightly as he turns around to face Simon, who is trying to get back up to his feet. TH Love with a running knee to Simon's skull sends him over onto his side and Love smiles with glee as Simon pants heavily. Simon gets up to his forearms, but Love pounds away with a right fist to Simon's skull before pulling him up to a vertical base where he can get easier access to his face. Right to Simon, left, right, left, right, left has Simon reeling up against the ropes. Irish whip sends Simon into the ropes as he returns TH Love sends Simon down with a Somoan Drop. TH Love looks out to Kyle and Joshua who seem to be fighting tooth and nail.

Jeff Augustee: There is as much action outside the ring as there is inside.

Linzi Martin: That is the beauty of Chaos Jeff.

Kyle pulls Joshua back up, but Joshua delivers a fist into Kyle's midsection that doubles him over at the waist. Joshua with a swinging neckbreaker takes Kyle down on the floor. Joshua isn't finished though as he hits the ring apron, flipping back to land with double knees right into Kyle's sternum. Kyle is gasping for breath, but Joshua is far from finished as he pulls Stevenson back up, whipping him into the ring steps, Kyle's shoulder sends them flying to land six feet away from where they were located. Joshua looks to the fighting in the ring, to the crowd, but his eyes land on Kyle who is trying to get back up to his feet. Joshua dives in with a shoulder tackle sending Kyle into the barricade around the ring that is there to protect the fans from harm. Kyle's back slams hard into the protective barrier, but he immediately struggles back, but Joshua is there to slam a flying knee smash right into his face. The flying knee causes Joshua to fly on over and into the crowd, who scatter quickly. Joshua steps up onto a chair to jump back over the barricade with a flip. Danielson manages to catch Kyle's head over his shoulder in a three quarter facelock and as Joshua slams on the floor Kyle's throat slams into his shoulder.

Jeff Augustee: What a move!

Linzi Martin: I think he just broke Kyle's neck.

TH Love pulls Simon into a side headlock, going for a bulldog, but Simon shoves Love forward causing his head to slam face first on the top turnbuckle.

"Five"

TH Love bounces back from the impact right into a tornado DDT from Simon.

"Four"

Simon doesn't waste the oppurtunity as he springs from the middle rope landing with a knee across Love's throat.

"Three"

Simon mounts Love with a flurry of rights and lefts, doing his best to weaken his opponent more and eliminate him from this match.

"Two"

Linzi Martin: Who will it be?

Jeff Augustee: Either Ronald Gay or Tyson."

"One"

"Onward, Christian Soldiers" plays as Gay walks down the ramp followed by BJ Haze. BJ hands out pamphlets to fans in the front rows,
while Ronald waves to the crowd. He enters the ring and kneels down to pray.

Jeff Augustee: Quite a pompus individual isn't he?

Linzi Martin: I like a man who believes in something and pursues it whole heartedly.

Jeff Augustee: You were dumped at the alter weren't you?

Ronald hits the ring, but Simon is ready for him. Ronald runs at Simon, but he avoids it by ducking under the outstretched arm of Ronald. Simon with a backwards kick, but Gay manages to avoid it with a side step.

Linzi Martin: Ronald is the freshest man, but Simon is holding his own.

Jeff Augustee: Gay is a superb wrestler, but then again so is everyone else in this match.

On the outside Joshua gets back to his feet, holding at his back but not worried about it. Joshua whips Kyle into the ringpost and the first man in the match is also the first to show some color. Kyle is bleeding down the front of his face, but it isn't much just a little trickle of blood. Joshua with a inverted DDT takes Kyle out of the match, for now, and he steps up onto the ring apron. Here comes TH Love with his fists flying in a windmill action. Joshua avoids the flying fists with a sidestep, he catches TH Love in the stomach with a knee through the ropes, Joshua flips into the ring with a sunset flip, but releases the pin immediately because it doesn't count in this type of match. Joshua pulls TH Love away from the ropes a bit before he climbs to the top turnbuckle, he looks down at Love before diving out with a swanton that connects solidly. Joshua gets back up to his feet, he looks over to where Gay and Simon are exchanging blows. Joshua shrugs, but instead continues his assault on TH Love he places the man's arm on the bottom rope before he jumps up to land on it with a double foot stomp. Joshua lifts the arm up, draping the arm over the middle rope before pulling the rist to try and hyperextend the elbow. Joshua with a swift series of kicks to the exposed ribs of TH Love. TH Love is breathing heavily, but is struggling to try and figure out a way to escape this offense from Danielson. Gay with a go behind into a rear waistlock, but Simon manages to reverse it into a behind the back wristlock. Simon steps out to the side, while holding onto the wristlock, he delivers a kick right to Gay's face, but Ronald manages to catch the foot with his right hand. Neither man are able to mobe as it will give the other a big advantage. Ronald pushes the foot off, droping down to his knee getting Simon up onto his back in a fireman's carry, spinning to slam him down with a fireman's carry slam onto the canvas. Ronald wipes at his forehead before nodding his head and lifting Simon to a kneeling position.

Jeff Augustee: Great exchange by Simon and Ronald Gay there.

Linzi Martin: With Ronald getting the better end of it, for now at least.

Ronald pulls Simon back up to his feet, he sets Simon up in an inverted facelock, he drops him as well as an elbow for an inverted facelock elbow drop. Ronald gets up, looking down and temporarily bowing his head over Simon, his fallen opponent. Ronald turns around, TH Love with a punch right to his mouth that rocks him backwards to trip over Simon. TH Love is on him like a lion on fresh wounded zebra. TH Love is pounding away with rights and lefts, his limited technical ability gone completely out of the window. TH Love with not only rights and lefts, but vicious rights and lefts that has Ronald on his back and struggling to fend TH Love off. Ronald manages to get a jab through all of the fists that get him a momentary advantage, enough of one to roll Love off of him and allow him to exit the ring to catch his breath. On the other side of the ring Kyle has managed to somehow pull Joshua's hroat across the bottom rope and fall down to choke Danielson with great efficiency.

"Five"

Jeff Augustee: Here comes Tyson.

Linzi Martin: How did you manage to predict that?

"Four"

Jeff Augustee: Process of elimination my sweetie, simple elimination.

"Three"

Kyle releases Joshua's head to pound away at his nearly purple face with a series of hard rights. TH Love is looking over the top rope at Ronald Gay. Simon is struggling back up to his feet behind TH Love.

"Two"

Simon with a dropkick to TH Love's back sending him forward into the turnbuckle.

"One"

go hard or go home in the store say your scared not trippin the the start walks to the stage sticks his arms out and gold fall from
the roof walks down the ramp like Chris Benoint go in the ring on the top turnbukle gold fall on the ring
Jeff Augustee: And the final entrant.

Linzi Martin: Now the ladder can come into play.

Ronald comes into the ring, shoving Simon out of the way to get at TH Love in the corner. Tyson hits the ring, going immediately after Simon with a barrage of punches and kicks to get him out of the brawl between TH Love and Ronald Gay. Kyle throws a right hand at Joshua, but Danielson manages to roll off the rope and out of the way of the punch. Kyle digs under the ring, pulling out a ladder, now that it is able to be utilized, he slides it into the ring. Tyson wraps a hand around Simon's throat before bringing him down to the floor with an over the top rope chokeslam. Tyson turns to find Ronald Gay with Love in an Anaconda Vise over the top rope. Tyson nails Ronald in the ribs with a big right hand before turning to deliver a vicious neckbreaker taking him down to the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Tyson is a man on a mission right now.

Jeff Augustee: The freshest man is always on a roll in the beginning.

Kyle slides into the ring, pulling Joshua up to his wobbly feet. Kyle throws a forearm, but Joshua manages to duck under countering with a three quarter nelson then turning to slam Kyle face first on the steel of the ladder. Looking up Joshua sees the briefcase, but knows that it is way too early to go after it just yet. Tyson charges over, leaping into the air, but Joshua manages to fall out of the way causing Tyson to spear the ringpost instead. Tyson falls out of the corner, holding at his shoulder. Joshua leaps to the second turnbuckle, diving to the side while catching Tyson's head with a tornado DDT onto the ladder. Tyson is out cold. Joshua gets back up to his feet quickly and here comes a charging TH Love with a clothesline of his own. Joshua jumps into the air, standing dropkick sends TH Love backwards right into a full nelson slam from Ronald Gay. Joshua Danielson and Ronald Gay are the only two left standing in the center of the ring, but Simon is getting back to his feet on the outside. Joshua and Ronald lock up in the center of the ring, directly under the briefcase that all of these competitors want so desperately. Joshua turns with a wristlock into a hammerlock; Ronald slaps his shoulder before reversing into a hammerlock of his own. Joshua pauses for a moment before dropping down but Ronald falls on top of him, prepared for this counter. Ronald quickly locks on a crippler crossface, Joshua struggling to get out of the hold before it is locked in tight. Ronald locks in the submission move, hoping to wear down Danielson, but here comes Simon Yipp into the match running to jump over this particular pairing to deliver a scissor kick to the rising TH Love to take him back down. Simon pulls the rising Kyle Stevenson on up to his feet, but Kyle shoves him backwards into the waiting arms of Tyson who delivers a dead lift German suplex sending Simon's head onto the top turnbuckle on his way back down to the canvas. Simon appears to be out cold as Tyson rises up to his feet to thank Kyle for the chance. Too late as Kyle Stevenson slams a high knee into the face of Tyson sending him backwards into the ropes. Kyle doesn't wait as he picks up the ladder, slamming it into the midsection of Tyson to double him over. TH Love manages to get back to his feet as well to assist Kyle in bringing the ladder down across the back and neck of the freshest man, Tyson. Tyson goes down on both knees, shaking his head, but the combined effort of Kyle and Love take him on down to the mat where he lays for the time being. Love and Kyle look at the submission that Ronald has on Danielson and both nod, slamming the ladder into Ronald's back breaking the crossface upon impact. Ronald rolls off of Danielson, clutching at his back in pain, but the ladder is brought down across his face with the quickness and he may be out cold as well. Joshua is struggling back up, another combined ladder shot takes him out of the equation as well. Kyle drops the ladder, but Love falls back bringing the ladder up between Kyle's legs and ending his hopes for a parter later tonight as he holds his crotch before his eyes roll up into the back of his head. TH Love sets the ladder up under the briefcase and climbs towards the top.

Jeff Augustee: The first attempt may be the only attempt needed.

Linzi Martin: You never know in the PWA, or in this type of match in general.

Simon rushes out of the corner to hit the ropes, dropkicking the ladder closed on Love's fingers and the ladder begins to fall with Love's fingers trapped between the two sides. Simon hits the ropes again, bulldog to the ladder sends it on down where it crashes on Love's body, Love grunts from the sudden weight of the steel slamming down on him. Simon pulls TH Love's fingers out of the ladder. Simon kicks Love in the head a couple of times before he sets up the ladder himself and begins his journey up the twenty rung ladder. Joshua Danielson has other ideas as he leaps on the ladder on the opposite side of the ladder, climbing up fast to show his endurance and determination. Both men reach the top of the ladder at the same exact time where they begin to trade rights and lefts in a blow for blow fashion. Simon falls back, but manages to catch the top of the ladder just in time to prevent his fall, but Joshua presses his advantage by throwing another right hand. Simon catches the right flipping Joshua on over with an arm drag; Simon follows on down turning onto his side to give the move extra momentum where both men slam into the canvas panting from the pain. Simon begins to struggle back up to his feet, but Tyson nails a punt kick that rolls Simon over onto his back and he lays there with Tyson standing over him being a huge menace here in this match. Tyson looks up to the briefcase and begins to lug his big fram up the twenty rungs to the top, Kyle Stevenson has other ideas as he climbs up the ladder backwards, looking over his shoulder to mark Tyson's progress. Tyson reaches rung number sixteen when Kyle makes his move grabbing Tyson's head over his shoulder from behind. Tyson's neck is over Kyle's shoulder as he jumps from the ladder, slamming Tyson down with a huge neckbreaker that may have broken Tyson's neck.

Linzi Martin: Oh My GoD! He may have broken his neck.

Jeff Augustee: It is all in the hopes of getting a title shot Linzi, these men are willing to do anything.

Kyle sits, catching his breath before he rolls over to a standing position beside the seemingly broken form of Tyson when out of nowhere Ronald Gay slams into him with a flying forearm sending him backwards. Ronald presses his advantage with another forearm smash before flipping Kyle onto his shoulders and spinning to deliver a stunner onto the canvas; Kyle is on his front and breathing extremely hard.

Jeff Augustee: The man who has been in this match longer than anyone as he came out first.

Linzi Martin: But Simon was out right after him and he is coming after Ronald Gay.

Gay, seemingly to have heard, turns right in time to grab Simon in a front facelock to deliver a DDT. Simon shoves him backwards, preventing the DDT, and he goes out of the ring as well as does Ronald Gay. Simon gets up to his feet, kick to Ronald's face before he lifts him up, dropping him throat first across the barricade. Simon turns to find something to use, but only finds a chair from a fan to use. Simon turns, nailing the Wrestler Preacher with a steel chair sending him over into the front row of fans, who love that the action is this close on the grandest stage of PWA. The fans scatter back as Simon hops the barricade in pursuit of Ronald. Simon spreads his arms wide, front flip onto Ronald, who manages to roll out of the way just in time to miss most of the move. Inside the ring TH Love is back up, a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth before he spies Ronald and Simon fighting near the fans; he decides to join them in the brawling fun. TH Love slides under the bottom rope to the fun before Joshua dives over the top rope to send TH Love down to the floor in a hurting pile of Treacherous Hippo Love. Joshua slammed his knee into the floor, but the valiant warrior picks himself up, holding at his left knee and soldiers on. Picking Love up, Danielson delivers a roundhouse kick to his temple sending him against the barricade as Tyson and Kyle are tying into each other beside the ladder. Tyson with a right, Kyle with a right and left showing his quickness. Tyson with a left, but Kyle with another fast right and left rocking Tyson. Kyle charges at him, but Tyson with a back body sends Stevenson over the top rope to the outside. Tyson stumbles forward towards the ladder and his chance for a surprise victory, but Kyle has other ideas as he manages to catch the top rope and land on his feet. Kyle jumps to the top turnbuckle, diving forward with a clothesline that sends Tyson's head into the steel which moves the ladder out from under the briefcase.

Jeff Augustee: No one has an advantage for long here.

Linzi Martin: But Kyle is the only one standing in the ring and he sets the ladder back under the briefcase.

Kyle begins to climb up the ladder, but here comes the limping Danielson to stop the progress by slamming the ladder shut. Kyle continues climbing up the ladder, hoping that he can make it before it falls, but instead he dives from the side of the falling ladder. Danielson manages to catch Kyle, turning to powerbomb him onto the canvas. The ladder lands on the top rope in a diagonal position, Joshua seems to have an idea or two as he smiles.

Linzi Martin: Did you see that look in Joshua's face?

Jeff Augustee: Yeah, it doesn't look good for Kyle or Tyson now.

Joshua scoops Kyle up, slamming him onto the ladder before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Joshua dives out over the ladder, coming down with a leg drop right across Kyle's throat. On the outside TH Love is getting back up, wanting to fight someone, anyone, just someone. Ronald Gay manages to throw Simon back across the barricade and now somehow the Preacher is bleeding from a cut on his forehead. TH Love wipes his mouth and noticing blood, becomes enraged.

Jeff Augustee: Uh oh, Harvey isn't happy.

Linzi Martin: "It is Treacherous Hippo Love Jeff.

TH Love seems to hear Jeff as he glares at Jeff Augustee at the announcer's table before turning to find someone he can pound legally, for the time being. Ronald Gay is there and that is fine for TH Love as he throws a right hand that Ronald ducks under with a quick rib shot to Love that sends him leaning to one side. Gay hops the barricade to deliver an European uppercut that rocks Love backwards from the force of the blow. Inside the ring Joshua has rolled back to his feet, setting the ladder up in the corner turnbuckle. Tyson struggles back up, holding at his neck and wincing in obvious pain. Ronald presses his advantage against Love with another right and left European uppercut combination. Love is against the ringpost, Ronald with a clothesline smashes his head into the post causing Love to hit his knees as his eyes roll backwards and he falls face first on the floor. Simon rushes forward catching Gay in a bulldog swinging out in front of Ronald, but the Preacher catches Simon, slamming the ringpost between Simon's legs just out of desperation. Ronald seems to be upset at this and begs forgiveness immediately, but after the begging gets him nowhere he rolls back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: That had to hurt.

Jeff Augustee: It did, trust me.

Joshua turns as Tyson slams into him with his spear finisher crumpling the ladder beyond climbing use in the corner. Joshua winces from the pain in his back, rolling off to the right holding at his back as he falls outside the squared circle. Tyson looks over, pleased with his handywork, but here comes Ronald Gay to the onslaught. Tyson turns catching Ronald with a belly to belly release suplex and the ladder is dented even more as Gay is slammed into the steel hard. Tyson gets back to his feet, looking at the briefcase and licking his lips in anticipation. TH Love tosses the ringsteps into the ring, looking to make it a little more in his favor than the high flying that so many others are doing. Tyson hears the steps bounce into the ring and he smiles, getting into position for a good and bloody fight. TH Love looks on, smiling as well, he had intended to help Tyson out, but he isn't going to shy away from a fight either. Love and Tyson lock up, Tyson getting the advantage, thanks to his size, and backs him up into the corner; no referee, no rope break, no disqualifications. Tyson wraps his big hand around Love's throat and begins to choke him in the corner as Simon slides a ladder into the ring, the second ladder actually.

Jeff Augustee: Another ladder is making its way into the ring.

Linzi Martin: This could get very interesting, even more so actually.

TH Love is turning a bit purple, but he manages a thumb to Tyson's eyes that gets him an advantage, so he presses it. Love with soupbone type rights, soupbone type lefts, kick to the midsection and a lifted knee into his face. Simon has the ladder set up under the briefcase, but Ronald is sliding a third ladder into the ring to give a better advantage of a ladder that is able to be climbed.

Linzi Martin: The first part of this match the ladder couldn't be used.

Jeff Augustee: Now there are two useable ladders and one dented and bent one.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, amazing.

Simon is about three quarters of the way up when Tyson reverses an Irish whip from Love to send Treacherous Hippo Love smashing into the ladder. The ladder sways a bit but manages to right itself on all four foot rests but Kyle kicks the ladder and Tyson shoves it once more this time with Love's head. The ladder sways, sending Simon over onto the ladder that Ronald was setting up. Simon's head smashes into the steel and he too is busted open here in this match, the only two not bleeding are Tyson and Joshua Danielson. Change that, Tyson is now bleeding from his nose thanks to Kyle Stevenson's dropkick that sent his face smashing into the steel; Kyle smiles as Tyson turns enraged beyond belief. Kyle gets down in a stance, begging Tyson to bring it if he thinks he can sling it. Tyson charges forward, jumping high knee from Kyle pstands Tyson up and a dive from the top rope by Joshua Danielson with the addition of a bulldog takes him down. Joshua is up as quickly as he can be on his injured leg to face Kyle who seems impressed, he and Kyle lock up again. Ronald climbs up his personal ladder but TH Love has other plans as he begins to climb the opposite side; Simon struggling to do anything but he manages a dazed sitting position. Love and Ronald are on the seventeenth rung, both looking at the case right above their heads. Love reaches out for the case, but Gay has other ideas as he places a knife edge chop right into TH Love's chest catching him with some surprise. Love holds at his chest throwing a right fist connecting with Ronald's nose smearing blood over his face even more. Gay doesn't even hesitate as he begins firing rights and lefts, but TH Love does the same; both men have, for the time being, forgotten about the case so close to their grasp.

Jeff Augustee: Both are so close to the prize.

Linzi Martin: But their dislike of each other is blinding them to the real prize.

Jeff Augustee: Or the fact that neither wants the other to win that said prize.

Simon pulls Tyson up to his feet, peppering him with stiff chops to the face and a rapid firing of short jabs to his face as well.

Jeff Augustee: The Hitman is getting hit... man.

Linzi Martin: That was the corniest thing I think you've ever said.

Tyson manages a side headlock, but Simon turns his body to the side, in a roll, bringing his spinning foot up into Tyson's ribs. Tyson holds at his ribs in pain, but the flying foot of Joshua Danielson catches him in the mouth backing him into the ladder. Up higher, Ronald and TH Love are still going blow for blow, each showing their exhaustion in this match. Down below Kyle leaps with a spear, seeming to mock Tyson, connecting hard enough to send Tyson stumbling faster into the ladder moving it back slightly. Here comes Simon with a big jumping knee right into Tyson's face that causes the ladder to move back even further. Joshua Danielson has the big idea as he lifts the dented ladder up from the canvas and holds it aloft. Joshua runs, managing to lift the ladder at the last instant and shove it into Tyson's face with a dropkick that slams the steel right into Tyson's face. Tyson pushes the ladder over, causing Ronald and TH Love to fall from above. TH Love goes for a neckbreaker from the top as they fall, but Ronald counters it into a cutter and both men slam into the canvas.

Jeff Augustee: Geeze what a cutter.

Linzi Martin: It isn't often you see a move like that, especially from the top of the ladder.

Joshua lifts the ladder back up, but the top is stuck under the bottom of the near side ropes. Kyle runs up the slanting ladder, catching Danielson with a swift front kick to the face. Here comes Simon Yip though with the same move to the flying Stevenson catching him on the side of the head. Kyle rolls over onto his left side from the impact of Simon's foot connecting with the side of his skull. Yip sets up the ladder and begins to climb up towards the case and the win. Ronald Gay manages to pull himself up, climbing up behind Yip. Realizing someone is below him on the ladder, Simon stomps downwards with his left foot, but Ronald manages to catch it, turning it into an anklelock from a strange position. Simon holds onto the ladder with his hands, kicking downwards with his right foot. The stomp connects solidly with Gay's head causing him to release the anklelock and grab for purchase on the ladder.

Linzi Martin: Ronald nearly falling all of the way down to the mat.

Jeff Augustee: But this is giving Simon a chance to continue climbing upwards.

Joshua hits the ropes, going for a body splash to the ladder and knock it down, but here comes Tyson with a spear out of nowhere to slam into Danielson. Tyson turns around for another spear, but TH Love nails him with a low blow following it up with a DDT onto the dented and broken ladder. Meanwhile Ronald manages to climb back upwards as Simon looks down on the action. Kyle Stevenson comes in after Love with arunning knee strike, spining down to sweep his legs out from under him, then mounting him with a Lou Thesz press. Kyle looks up to the two on the ladder and climbs on the opposite side of the ladder. Simon is on rung eighteen, Ronald on rung fifteen, and Kyle on rung six.

Jeff Augustee: This is going to be a race to the finish.

Linzi Martin: And they say Chaos needs to be absorbed by Rampage.

Joshua reaches up, grabbing Kyle's ankle, but Stevenson manages to stomp on the hand to break his grip, but it costs him as Simon is on rung twenty, Ronald is on rung eighteen. Simon reaches up for the case, but Gay manages to distract him with a punch to the kidneys. Simon holds at his kidneys, looking down at Gay who climbs on up, placing his foot on the latch between the two sies of the ladder.

Linzi Martin: What is he doing?

Jeff Augustee: He is swapping sides while he is nearly at the top!

Stevenson is there, but a kick to the face from Gay sends him down three rungs, but he hold on. Ronald is at the top, eye to Simon. Right from Simon, right from Gay. Both step up the last little bit, stretching as far as they can, reaching for the briefcase and the garanteed title shot.

Linzi Martin: Who's gonna get it.

Jeff Augustee: Ronald Gay. No, Simon. No, I have no idea!

Simon grabs the case, but the loop gets stuck, Ronald with a shot to the ribs and Simon loosens his grip on the case. Ronald reaches up for the case and has his hands on it. Simon thumbs Ronald in the eye, blinding him at least temporarily. Ronald holds on, Simon grabs hold and both struggle to get a grip when Stevenson reappears and pushes with all his might. The ladder with Simon and Ronald topples, taking them with it and Stevenson grabs the case, and unhooks it.

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and new Number one contender for the Global Championship; KYLE STEVENSON!

Linzi Martin: Kyle was in the right place!

Jeff Augustee: Ronald and Simon thought they were all alone, to decide their fates, but Stevenson wasn’t taken out of the picture enough! Kyle Stevenson is going to Who’s the Man!

Kyle holds the case up, cheers soaking the arena, and he smiles wide, knowing he’s back and has a shot at one of the biggest titles in the PWA today!

Viktor Stone & Shadow Starr (C) vs Chamelion & Gareth Evans

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Championship. Introducing the challengers...

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


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

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, From Las Vegas, Nevada, the team of Gareth Evans and 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. Coming to stand next to him, Gareth Evans smiles at the resounding cheers of the crowd.


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. Gareth waits behind him, patiently.

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 with Gareth along side, slapping high fives with the fans.

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 Emerson. Gareth slides in as well, stretching.

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 he turns to Gareth and discusses strategy.

Jon McDaniel: This match promises to be very interesting.

Brian Rentfro: Can it live up to the matches before it?

Jon McDaniel: Only time will tell.

The arena is dimmed until only a single beam of light shines on the center of the entrance ramp. A few seconds pass before
the first line of Second to None plays, purple and red spotlights joining the first beam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: There is one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions.

Brian Rentfro: Here comes the second half.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising
up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey "The Apostles of
Ares" hoodie with the sleeves cut off and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate"

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. Stone begins to make his way down the rampway as Blue lights flicker through the arena. On
the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various PWA matches.

"Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain"

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone sits in the corner ala Raven...waiting for the bell to ring.

Ding Ding

Stone pulls himself up from the corner, shoving past Shadow Starr and wanting to begin this match. Chamelion rolls his shoulders, but Viktor shakes his head before pointing over to Gareth Evans in the corner. Chamelion turns to look at Evans before Gareth steps back through the ropes to face off with Viktor and Chamelion steps to the corner, grabbing the tag rope. Shadow Starr looks on before stepping through the ropes to hold his tag rope as well.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor making it clear he wants Gareth Evans.

Brian Rentfro: Do you really think so? I mean really?

Lock up, Viktor turning into a wristlock before a hammer, but Gareth counters with a boot to Viktor's midsection then spins to deliver a toe kick to his ribs. Viktor holds at his left side, Gareth with a clothesline, Viktor ducks under going for a running fist. Gareth manages to catch the hand, turning it over to flip Viktor onto his back. Gareth hits the ropes, coming back with a baseball slide right into Stone's cheek but Viktor sits up at the last second. Gareth uses his momentum to slide back up to his feet motioning for Viktor to bring some and just because he hasn't wrestled a match like this in a long time doesn't mean he can't still do it.

Jon McDaniel: Gareth not backing down from Viktor Stone here.

Brian Rentfro: Gareth wanting Viktor to bring it.

Viktor does as him and Gareth charge at each other, but Evans leap frogs Viktor to nail Shadow Starr with a flying forearm sending him down to the floor. Gareth turns around, boot and a swinging neckbreaker takes Viktor down to the canvas. Here comes Shadow Starr through the ropes, the referee there to stop him and get him back in his corner. Gareth drags Viktor over to Chamelion, not tagging him in behind the referee's back. Chamelion hops over the ropes, double boot to Viktor's gut before Gareth shoves him into the corner. Evans with a ramming shoulder into Stone's midsection before backing up and letting Chamelion deliver a shoulder block to his midsection as well. The referee turns around as Evans steps through the ropes but he makes a motion to see if Chamelion and Gareth tagged in. Both men agree, but the referee makes Gareth re-enter the match, he obliges. Gareth with a knee into Viktor's face smashing his head backwards into the turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Hard knee from Gareth there.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion gets the tag.

Gareth with a fist to Viktor's head and face as Chamelion delivers fast kicks to his ribs and stomach area. Here comes Shadow Starr into the match again, but the referee stops him before he reaches mid-ring. Chamelion wraps the tag rope around Viktor's throat and Gareth pulls on it tightly while nailing him in the jaw with hard right hands. Chamelion looks over his shoulder, telling Gareth something and he immediately drops the tag rope to step through to the apron. Chamelion climbs the turnbuckle delivering the mandatory ten punches to his head.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Chamelion hops down, not giving the crowd what they want, Chamelion with a short dropkick right to Stone's chest that causes him to bounce back out of the corner. Chamelion hits the ropes, running bulldog takes Viktor down to the canvas. Chamelion climbs to the top turnbuckle, mockingly clapping for Viktor Stone to tag in Shadow Starr.

Brian Rentfro: Is this such a smart move on Starr's part to get on the bad side of these two men?

Jon McDaniel: He has to defend the belts, but is it a smart idea for Chamelion to mock both Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr?

Chamelion pats his elbow before leaping with a bionic elbow. Viktor rolls out of the way, Chamelion's elbow smashes right into the canvas causing him to roll over and hold at his elbow.

Jon McDaniel: Crash and burn.

Brian Rentfro: He's just playing with Stone.

Chamelion rolls up to his feet, still holding his elbow as he places boots into Viktor's ribs and head. Chamelion yells at Viktor to get up, even helping him up to his knees. Chamelion yells at Viktor to pick it up, Stone shoves Chamelion into the corner. Viktor springs to his feet delivering a shoulder block of his own before lifting Chamelion up onto his shoulders, part way. Viktor wraps his arms around to Chamelion's back before turning and releasing as he falls with a spinebuster. Viktor seems to be spent as he sits back in the corner, breathing heavily and his eyes closed. The crowd is getting behind Shadow Starr and Viktor Stone, but more Viktor as they are trying to get hi to make the tag.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd with a chant of "Viktor".

Brian Rentfro: But does he have enough to get there?

Starr is reaching as far as the tag rope will allow him, but Viktor isn't moving just yet. Shadow gets the crowd into a stomp and clap fest as he begins to pound away on the top turnbuckle. Viktor slowly crawls towards Shadow Starr, his hand outstretched and an inch away. Gareth yanks back on Viktor's ankle, pulling him further away from Shadow Starr; the referee gets into his face but Gareth only shrugs. He quickly steps through the ropes as Shadow Starr steps in to help Viktor closer to his tag. Gareth comes in quickly behind the referee's back to pull Viktor farther away and Chamelion closer to him. Stepping back through the ropes, he is just in time to miss the referee turn and see him, he claps for Chamelion to hurry and make the tag. Chamelion looks up, reaching out... Viktor grabs the ankle. Chamelion looks back, surprise on his face, but Viktor smiles as he shakes his head. Chamelion kicks out with his right foot, Stone avoids it with a sway to the left. Chamelion goes for another kick, but Viktor catches this foot, leaping up to his feet. Chamelion reaches for the ropes, scrambling for them, but Viktor falls back, slinging Chamelion up into the air.

Brian Rentfro: What air!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion's head slams right onto Shadow Starr's foot.

Chamelion lands in the corner, eyes closed as Viktor gets back up to his feet. Gareth comes in, but Viktor sends him down with a even flow DDT before tossing him unceremonously over the top rope. Viktor turns, seeing Chamelion in the corner with his head on the second turnbuckle. Viktor with a charge, lands a dropkick right into Chamelion's devious face. Viktor reaches up, Shadow Starr is tagged and the referee acknowledges it as a legit tag. Shadow Starr steps through the ropes, pulling Chamelion up to his feet in the corner. Shadow Starr with a forearm to the throat before lifting Chamelion up to the top turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: Shadow Starr in and no one really cares.

Jon McDaniel: That's not true, alot of these fans are on their feet.

Shadow Starr hooks Chamelion's head under his armpit, lifting and slamming him to the mat with a vertical superplex. Shadow Starr floats over for the pin and the referee slides into position.

One...

Two...

Thr

Chamelion rolls a shoulder up as Gareth pulls Shadow Starr off the cover. Viktor Stone steps through the ropes and himself and Gareth lock horns in the center of the squared circle. Gareth with a right hand, but Viktor manages to block it with his left palm, striking Gareth in the ribs with a lifted knee strike, but Viktor presses his advantage with a shin kick, dropping to his knees to slam rapid fire fists into Gareth's midsection. Evans doubles over at the midsection from the lack of wind in his lungs as Shadow Starr flies off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker barely missing the ducking Viktor Stone.

Jon McDaniel: What a double team move there and a great show of team work.

Brian Rentfro: It wasn't that impressive.

Viktor gets back up to his feet, nodding at Shadow Starr before he steps back through the ropes and Gareth rolls out to the floor. Chamelion has gotten to one knee, his head lowered, but here comes Shadow Starr to inflict some more damage. Shadow Starr pulls Chamelion's head into his hands, but Chamelion with a quick thumb to the eyes gets Starr off of him. Chamelion is up and off the ropes clotheslining Shadow down to the ground. Chamelion kicks one arm close into Starr's side before going to remove the elbow pad. Viktor Stone in with a forearm smash takes Chamelion down to the canvas. The referee orders Viktor back to his corner.

Jon McDaniel: Great save by Viktor there.

Brian Rentfro: Or it would have been over, Viktor knows that.

Shadow Starr rolls over onto his feet, wiping his face and getting the hair out of his eyes before charging over to Chamelion. Shadow with a well placed kick backs Chamelion up into the corner where he places his shoulder into Chamelion's midsection once, twice, and a third time. Starr with an Irish whip sends Chamelion across the ring to slam chest first into the corner. Chamelion bounces out of the corner, Starr into the ropes catches Chamelion with a reverse bulldog taht causes Chamelion's skull to slam hard into the canvas. Starr rolls over, he sees Gareth coming in for a save, he shoots with a spear taking Gareth out of the equation, at least momentarily. Starr goes back for the cover.

One...

Two...

Chamelion kicks out, but just barely as it took Shadow Starr too long to make the cover, thus allowing Chamelion to regain some of his breath. Shadow bends down to pull Chamelion up to his feet, small package from Chamelion and a bit of tights.

One...

Two...

Here comes Viktor!

Jon McDAniel: Did Shadow get pinned?

Chamelion nails the Sweet Sound of Success on Viktor, nearly decapitating him in the process. Chamelion turns back to Shadow Starr to pull him up, knowing that he had to release the pin too quickly to win. The referee holds up two fingers to the timekeeper and this match continues. Shadow Starr fires a right fist into Chamelion's ribs, but he doesn't seem to notice as he slams his knee into Shadow's face once, twice, and a third time to send Shadow Starr into a foggy state. Chamelion slams Shadow's head between his legs and wraps his arm around Starr's waist before lifting up. Shadow Starr goes vertical, his feet together in the air, and Chamelion sits down slamming Starr's head into the canvas with a piledriver.

Jon McDaniel: Expert piledriver from Chamelion there.

Brian Rentfro: He isn't going to up your salary just because you all of a sudden like him you know.

Jon McDaniel: It was a great move, picture perfect.

Brian Rentfro: I do know that he loves butt kissing or brown nosing.

Chamelion removes the elbow pad, tossing it just out of the crowd's reach, smiling, he hits the ropes. Reaching out he tags in Gareth then nails nothing as he is clocked with Viktor's elbow sending him backwards unconscious on his feet. Stone catches him, kneeing him through the ropes then lifting him up and over the top rope and down to the floor with a suplex from inside the ring. Back in the ring Gareth whips Shadow into the ropes, but Starr manages to reverse the whip slamming Gareth into the corner; Starr runs over, seemingly without thinking.

Jon McDaniel: Grim Reaper!

Brian Rentfro: He only brings it out in big matches and this appears to be a big enough match.

Jon McDaniel: It is on the biggest stage PWA does all year and the biggest one in PWA history.

Starr makes the cover as the referee slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIL Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Champions, the team of Viktor Stone and Shadow Starr!

"Second To None" hits back up as Viktor slides back into the ring with both belts in his hand. Viktor hands one to Shadow Starr before they both hold them high up over Gareth Evans as Chamelion climbs to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: What a match.

Brian Rentfro: A solid contest, for sure.

Chamelion helps Gareth out of the ring, allowing Stone and Shadow to enjoy their moment. The champs soon follow, and ring attendants clear the ring for the next match.

Marxx (C) vs Ledge

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


A familiar drum line begins as "Bulls in Brooklyn" by The Academy Is... begins over the loudspeakers.

"Some people have it and other people don't"

Eric Emerson: Now entering the ring...

"You been making some threats. Got my name and address
I'm breaking habits you don't want to know."

Eric Emerson: ...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...

"Although I'm wearing my clothes, feeling cold and exposed, yeah
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh)"

Eric Emerson: ...standing at 6'3" and weighing in at 237 lbs...

"Don't say you miss me, you probably don't"

Eric Emerson: ...LEDGE!

Ledge comes bursting from back. He stops at the entranceway, surveying the crowd and taking in their noise. He begins the long walk to the ring slowly, letting every moment sink in.

"Well I been crossing some lines, that most folks won't yeah
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh)"

As the chorus starts, Ledge seems to come alive, spurting to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He stands, throwing his arms into the air and circling ring, allowing the fans to have their say.

"Don't say you're more than this, or above all this
With your "blah blah blah" and all your friends
Don't say you think you know when you know you don't
Because tonight the bulls are in Brooklyn and you're still at home"

As the chorus comes to a close, Ledge finds his corner and crouches into it, awaiting the start of the match.

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch 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: 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.

After the flashy entrances had finished up, Swindell walked over to Ledge’s corner, forcing the older wrestler to his feet before brushing him down in search of weaponry, following through with what was expected for PWA’s biggest PayPerView of the year. Once content that such weaponry wasn’t to be found on Ledgerwood, Paul walked across the ring to Marxx, who had stopped his stretching once he saw that the official was on the move. True to character, Marxx gave Swindell no flack as he was frisked in the same manner as Ledge had been, nodding as Swindell gave him the okay. With that, Paul finally stepped out of the way and signalled for the bell to begin the match-up.

DING DING DING!

The two men moved to the center of the ring, sizing each other up with their eyes before falling into the stanard collar-elbow tie-up to test each other, neither backing down from the other at first. Muscles clearly seen rippling under the strain that each wrestler was putting on the other, the two kept shoving at each other until Ledge, showing his veteran status in the business, suddenly dropped to a knee, shifting his weight on said knee, to use Marxx’s own momentum to drag the younger Canadian to the mat with a modified snapmare/armdrag variation that ended Marxx on his back. When Ledge attempted to follow it up with an armbar variation, though, Marxx was quite to find the ropes, both feet hitching around the bottom one to make it so that Swindell was forced to break it up. Ledge shrugged as he released the hold, not seeming too perplexed as he rolled away from Marxx, popping up to his feet about the same time that the younger wrestler did.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx was quick to get to those ropes.

Jon McDaniel: He's got to be, he can't let Ledge trap him in the middle of the ring with submission holds.

The two circled around the ring a bit, Marxx shaking out his arm and neck a bit as he did so, clearly trying to shake off the image that had likely been planted in his mind when Ledge had tried to lock in the submission. Smirking as he saw how Marxx was reacting to his tactics, Ledge feinted in, looking like he was going for the single-leg, but his opponent wasn’t about to have any of it, stepping back and to the side, even going so far as sweeping the left leg in doing since that had been the one that Ledge was reaching for. Using the momentum from the false takedown, Ledge went straight for the ropes, looking like he was going to setup for a lariat variation, but stopped as he saw Marxx grabbing the middle rope beside him in preperation to dive out of the way. Smirking, Ledge came off the ropes at a walking pace instead, finally giving Marxx a simple taunt by beckoning him over as if he was nothing more than a friend. Fuming slightly at the relaxed gesture, Marxx walked up and shoved at Ledge, who stumbled backwards a few steps, his grin not faltering as his steps had. This caused the younger wrestler to fully lose his cool as he went in for a quick right hand, but his show of anger was ultimately his downfall as Ledge easily ducked under the right hand by lowering his center of gravity and then popped one hand onto the elbow itself.

Jon McDaniel: Ledge still showing his quickness after all these years.

Brian Rentfro: Remind me how this is supposed to be the old versus the new. Ledge has had two matches in the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: Ledge was a big draw in Mark Sommers' High Impact Competition company.

The pop to the elbow helped Nick to move around behind Marxx, as he used his free arm to get a single-arm bearhug on the younger wrestler as he stepped around. Following it by snagging up a half-nelson, his popper hand having followed after he had stepped around, Ledge attempted to lift Marxx from his feet with a suplex variation, but Ledge was quick to hook his foot around his opponent’s shin. As Ledge was forced to set him back down, Marxx took advantage of the weakness that a single-arm bearhug presented by using his unhindered arm to grab Nick’s wrist, twisting around and underneath the arm it was connected to in order to bend Ledge over double with a standing armbar variation. Following the hold all the way through, Marxx forced Ledge’s own wrist into the middle of his back, which caused the older wrestler back up into a standing position, quickly move forward as he tried to get away from the source of pain. Not about to let up on his advantage, however, Marxx released the hold, only to circle both of his arms around Ledge’s waist and popped his hips, attempting to toss him over with a wrist-held German. The pain likely distracting him from blocking it properly, Ledge attempted to flip on through with the German…only to have Marxx hold onto the waist-lock, dumping the veteran on his head!

Jon McDaniel: The veteran Ledge tried to get out of that german suplex, but Marxx caught him and made him pay for it.

Brian Rentfro: And Marxx continues his assault.

Rolling through with the German, the Canadian attempted to follow through with another of the same variation of the suplex, but knowing what was coming this time, Ledge groggily slipped one foot around Marxx’s shin to block the suplex much in the same way that his own Half-Nelson had been blocked. As he was forced back to his feet, Ledge slipped his right hand underneath Marxx’s locked hands, attempting to force them apart. He gave this up as Marxx attempted to lift him again, however, focusing on blocking the suplex attempt instead. Going back to his feet again, he withdrew his hand from Marxx’s hands and instead threw his feet out from underneath himself so that his legs went between the Canadian’s. As the center of gravity was changed, Ledge used his free arm to shove at Marxx’s thigh, further upsetting the center of gravity between the two so that the younger wrestler was forced down to his hands and knees.

Jon McDaniel: And Ledge takes the advantage in this bout of technical wrestling.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is slowly learning just how much less experience he has than Ledge in the ring.

Arms finally free for his own usage, Ledge quickly Marxx to the mat and grabbed a half-nelson, spinning his body around to that he could temporarily put his feett on the rope to shift Marxx over onto his back. Just as Swindell was about to get on him about being on the ropes for a pin or submission attempt, Ledge dropped his foot from the rope, instead arching his body as his to add more of his weight behind the pin attempt on Marxx. Paul was only able to reach a two count before Marxx bridged his back and shifted to the side to break up the pin attempt. Ledge didn’t let any space slip between them, though, as he took advantage of the already applied half-nelson to circle it around into another armbar variation, putting his knee into his opponent’s back to further shove his torso away from the angle that the arm was supposed to be at normally. Despite likely doubting that the match would end in such short manner, Paul slid around, asking Marxx if he wanted to give up as the younger wrestler fought with the submission, his eyes squeezed closed, though with pain or concentration was anyone’s guess. The muscles in his arm could be clearly seen straining themselves as he attempted to pull his arm back from Ledge, who held the move as tightly as he could despite the fact that he had used his left arm to cinch in the submission.

Jon McDaniel: And Marxx is caught in the ring with that armbar from Ledge. He needs to make a move fast as Ledge is wearing him down.

Brian Rentfro: Ledge is trying to make a point of domination here tonight, Jon.

Finally giving in to the fact that he wouldn’t be muscling his arm back from Ledge, Marxx decided to take a different route, moving his free arm to plant his hand, palm down, underneath his body. Taking advantage of the positioning of Ledge’s knee, Marxx suddenly shoved upward, the shoving motion that the knee in his back had been doing causing him to spin over, Ledge’s face showed clear surprise as Marxx came in with a headbutt right under the chin that caused him to lose a bit of his grip on the younger man’s arm. That was all the Canadian needed to yank his arm back, falling away as he did so, gaining some room between the two to shake his arm out. Spitting a bit as he came to his feet, Ledge smirked at Marxx, seeming impressed as he backed up, rubbing his jaw slowly. The two started to slowly circle around the ring, each of them raising their arms up in the way expected for grapplers as they got closer to each other. Before they could actually lock-up, however, the Marxx shot in with a quick right hand, following it up with a quick, albeit slightly weaker, left hand to Ledge’s abdominal area. The combination of the two shots caused Ledge to stumble back before he shot in, taking advantage of Marxx’s low center of gravity to snag up a frontface lock. Before anything like a DDT or suplex variation could be attempted, though, Marxx grabbed ahold of Ledge’s left hand and reversed the move, following the armbar through with an attempt a reverse leg swee-no!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx went for that leg sweep but Ledge is trying to get out of it.

Sensing the incoming move before the momentum had taken him from his feet, Ledge bent forward to keep it from doing so, grabbing Marxx’s foot and levered it upward, causing the younger man to fall straight to his back due to having nothing to hold onto. Grapevineing both of his legs around Marxx’s one leg as he fell to the mat, the older wrestler did his best to hold onto the leg-bar, wrenching it as far as he humanly could as Swindell started asking the Canadian again if he wanted to quit. The close proximity to the ropes was all the encouragement Marxx needed to not tap, however, as he put his hands underneath his body and used them to lever himself forward, towards the ropes. Unable to do anything since it was taking his whole body to keep the leg bar held in, Ledge simply kept the submission move held into place until he heard Swindell telling him to break off the hold, at which point he held onto it until he heard three before unwrapping his legs…only to hold onto the leg, dragging Marxx back into the center of the ring with a single-leg Boston Crab! Sitting back into the hold as far as he could with the flexibility in Marxx’s leg, Ledge planted his feet so that one sat just inside of Marxx’s thigh area, the other sitting by the other man’s lower abdominal area. Despite the pain likely shooting from his leg to the rest of his body, the younger wrestler put his hands underneath his body and slowly levered himself upward after dealing with the submission hold for a few moments, Ledge’s footing proving to be his downfall as he was launched forward due to the lack of balance.

Jon McDaniel: Another submission hold fails as Marxx gets out of that single-leg boston crab.

Brian Rentfro: It might have failed but it's only a matter of time before Ledge locks in something that Marxx can't escape from.

As Ledge was forced down to his hands and knees, Marxx took advantage of being propped up so far already to do a forward shoulder roll up to his feet, turning on the heel of his foot to face towards Ledge, who had turned on his knees before popping up to his feet. The resulting face off brought a slight cheer from the crowd, which caused Marxx to grin slightly, coming out of the ready stance he had been in to look out at the cheering audience. Ledge, again showing his lack of care for the people he was surrounded by in the arena, charged in and caught Marxx with a right elbow, backing the man up a few steps. As the veteran started to slowly push him into the corner, Marxx did his best to shove Ledge away, only to have the arm used against him as Ledge held onto it, turning around to throw Marxx onto his back with a typical judo toss. The ring only shook mildly from the impact, and without playing up to the crowd in the least bit, Ledge leaped up and solidly dropped his leg on Marxx, though the desired impact point of the neck was missed due to the quick delivery, the leg instead falling right across the less experienced man’s chest. Damage still done, Ledge got up into a kneeling position before reaching in, attempted to roll Marxx over for The Hook…only to get rolled over to his back with a small package! A three count was almost achieved before Ledge fought out of the pinning combination, getting up to his feet as quick as he could to toss a glare at Marxx, who was much slower in getting back to his feet, one hand on the ropes to help balance him out.

Jon McDaniel: Almost a surprise upset from Marxx there. He damn near had Ledge beaten with that small package pin attempt!

Brian Rentfro: The only thing he managed to do was piss Ledge off.

Smirking as he realized that Marxx was showing signs of being worn out by the match, Ledge moved in slowly, trailing off to the side slightly before diving in, attempting for another quick right elbow. Having already been hit by one of these, though, Marxx backed up a step to avoid the blow, then bodily dove in, taking advantage of the fact that Ledge’s arm was in the air to hook his own arm under it and across his chest. From there, he swept his leg forward and then backward after going out to the side, dumping Ledge on his back with uranage that shook the ring quite more considerably than the last major impact had. Shaking his head a bit to clear the cobwebs from the brief melee exchange on the opposing side of the ring, Marxx then gave a swift kick to one of Ledge’s shoulders before circling around behind his opponent. Bending down slightly, the less experienced wrestler started to beckon Ledge to his feet, a smirk on his face showing that he was thinking of Leaving Marxx on the veteran wrestler.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is stalking Ledge now and I think we all know what's coming next!

Brian Rentfro: Ledge is up to his feet and Marxx tries for it, but Ledge drops to the mat and slides out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What a coward!

Brian Rentfro: Not cowardice, it was strategy Jon.

Ledge tries to recover on the outside. Marxx keeps his distance in the ring, allowing the veteran wrestler to recuperate and get back into the ring. It might have been a mistake, as Ledge steps into the ring and Marxx charges immediately towards him. Ledge sidesteps a clothesline and nails Marxx with a left jab. Ledge follows up with a european uppercut and then gives Marxx a dropkick to the chest. Marxx is sent into the corner turnbuckles and Ledge walks over to him, attempting to irish whip him from that corner to the other. However, Marxx reverses the irish whip and sends Ledge into the turnbuckles! Marxx gets a cheap pop from the crowd and rushes in.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx tries for a corner splash!

Brian Rentfro: But Ledge pulls the referee in the way!

Marxx comes crashing down on referee Swindell. Ledge was able to escape the damage and slip out to the apron. Swindell falls to the mat after being crush, and Marxx turns towards Ledge in anger but is met with a devastating roundhouse kick that clears the top rope. Marxx falls to a knee and Ledge climbs through the ropes and into the ring. Ledge nails Marxx with an inverted Go To Sleep.

Brian Rentfro: The Insomnia! That's his finishing move! Marxx is done for!

Jon McDaniel: But Swindell is still out!

McDaniel couldn't be more right, as Ledge tries to make a pin but realizes Swindell is still out. Suddenly, there's a commotion from the crowd as a second referee comes flying down to help out. He gets into the ring and is about to go to the mat to count, but instead takes a step back to think.

Ledge: Damn it! Make the count!

The referee shakes his head and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Ledge has a look of confusion and gets to his feet, as the second referee makes his way to the side of the ring to talk with Eric Emerson. He explains the situation.

Jon McDaniel: What's going on?

Brian Rentfro: This is crazy, Jon. Ledge had Marxx beat!

The second referee finishes his discussion with Eric Emerson, who gets on the microphone.

Eric Emerson: As a result of disqualification... the winner of this match is Nick.. LEDGERWOOD!!!!

Jon McDaniel: What! He put the referee in harm's way!

Brian Rentfro: But Marxx hit him, Jon!

Marxx is finally coming to, and trying to get to his feet. Ledge is extremely angry and tries to argue with the second referee, but he's had enough as he reels back and nails the ref with a knockout blow. Ledge slips out of the ring with anger on his face and walks backstage, as the fans boo him to no end in his departure. Marxx is finally back on his feet, and he is handed his PWA Intercontinental Title.

Eric Emerson: Due to the rule that a title cannot change hands on the result of a disqualification... still your PWA Intercontinental Champion... MARXX!!!!!!

Marxx looks a little confused himself, but he raises his title in the ring for a big pop from the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Well, I guess even though Ledge won the match, Marxx still keeps his championship.

Brian Rentfro: Damn politics. Ledge had Marxx beat... and should Ledge sign a more full-time contract with the PWA, I bet he would be able to beat Marxx, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: You know what happens when you assume, right?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah yeah.

Suddenly, "Shoot Down" by The Prodigy hits the sound system as the crowd gets on their feet, confused as to who is coming out. Red and yellow pyros shoot off, but the ADCtron stays blank.

Brian Rentfro: "Well, despite the result of the match, it seems Marxx has already garnered some attention!"

Jon McDaniel: "It could be unrelated, Brian. Who is coming out?!"

Then, a somewhat familiar face steps out from backstage. It's none other than Vitaly Petrov, last year's Money in the Bank winner. He is dressed in a fine Italian suit. He has a five o'clock shadow, and his blonde hair is a little longer than we remember.

Brian Rentfro: "Vitaly Petrov! What the heck is that guy doing back here?"

Jon McDaniel: "That's a good question, but it's nice to see that he is okay. Last time we saw him on PWA was a year ago on Rampage when he was brutally attacked by Viktor Stone."

Brian Rentfro: "Indeed Jon."

"Shoot Down" bounces in the arena as Vitaly garners a respectable reaction from the crowd, all applause of course for his valiant efforts nearly a year ago. Vitaly's entrance song dies down as he begins to speak into the microphone he has in his hand.

Vitaly Petrov: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is good to be back here in Pioneer Wrestling!"

Petrov, still with a little bit of a Russian accent, gets a cheap pop from the crowd in St. Louis.

Vitaly Petrov: "I am very humbled and honored to be here in St. Louis for the tenth edition of Genesis. This is a monumental night for everybody here, all of the PWA and its fans. Ten years! That's a long time, and I am glad that a man like me can understand the importance of that. Even though I was only here for a few short months last year, I lived and breathed what being a PWA superstar was all about and had a taste of what some of the legends of the PWA have accomplished in the last decade.

But, unfortunately, that was taken from me."

Some of the crowd gives a reassuring boo and shows Vitaly some sympathy.

Vitaly Petrov: "And since I am a man who understands how important tonight is, I decided to make Genesis X my return to Pioneer Wrestling. Just moments ago, I signed a contract with President Sommers, who was happy to see me return to his company."

Jon McDaniel: "Ladies and gentlemen, Vitaly Petrov is back in the PWA!"

Brian Rentfro: "That's cool and all, but why is he telling us now? Marxx looks as confused as I am!"

Vitaly Petrov: "I am sorry, I could stand here and talk all night. However, for the sake of your entertainment and your hospitality, I will get right to the point. You see, last year I won the Genesis Money in the Bank match. This allowed me a title shot at any time of the President's choosing. Well, President Robinson chose that title, Marxx."

Petrov points to the Intercontinental Championship that's sitting on Marxx's right shoulder. He looks around a bit suspicious, but then straps the title around his waist. He makes a motion that it's his title.

Vitaly Petrov: "Yes indeed. Subsequently, the following Rampage after Genesis 9, I defeated Corey Lazarus, who was the Intercontinental Champion at the time. Mind you, the title was not on the line, but the fact that I was the number one contender and I had already pinned the champion put me in a very considerable position, gentlemen. But of course, President Robinson decided to ignore my right to fight Corey Lazarus at Who's The Man and issued the dream match of a lifetime, a PWA Intercontinental Championship match between him and Thunderwolf. A match that still hasn't happened yet, but from what I understand it is one hundred percent going down tonight.

See? I bought the farm, as you Americans say."

Brian Rentfro: "What? That's not what that means."

Jon McDaniel: "Come on, Brian. You know what he means. Marxx understands I'm sure."

The crowd looks a little confused themselves, but Vitaly carries on.

Vitaly Petrov: "At Who's The Man, I was forced to defend my right to fight for the Intercontinental Championship against Mark McNasty, one of your PWA Hall of Famers who was just inducted last night. That was a beautiful ceremony, was it not? Anyway, I defeated Mark at Who's The Man, and was finally given my chance at the Intercontinental Championship a week later. Well, I would never make it to my match, because Viktor Stone attacked me and gave me a severe concussion. I still have the headaches, Viktor, but I will settle him a different time. After my physical therapy was done, my contract had expired and I went to South America to fight. I experienced all of what mixed martial arts could teach me, and I am here to say I have come back stronger and better than ever.

Which brings me to my point. I am here to make my rightful claim as the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship. I am here to challenge you, Marxx, to an Intercontinental Championship match at Who's The Man. I am not a greedy man, I am humble and patient. I know it has been nearly a year since I was hospitalized and taken out by Viktor Stone, but it should have been me fighting Corey on March 21st last year, not Viktor Stone.

I am here to simply take what is mine, and that's a shot at the Intercontinental Title. If you will indulge me and accept my challenge, I promise you that you and I will give these fans one of the most prolific and awesome Intercontinental Title matches they have ever seen."

Brian Rentfro: "That's a stretch, Jon, on both counts. That happened almost a year ago!"

Jon McDaniel: "But he's right. The Money in the Bank winner is guaranteed a title match, and Vitaly never got one because of Viktor Stone."

Vitaly Petrov: "I am sorry for interrupting your celebration. You fought a great match, despite how it ended, and you have made a great Intercontinental Champion, but I felt this was a very good opportunity to present my case and put my offer on the table. I will await your answer. Feel free to shake it over, as they say."

Brian Rentfro: "I believe he means stir it over."

Jon McDaniel: "Yes that's what he meant."

Vitaly raises his hands to the fans and gives them a wave as "Shoot Down" by The Prodigy hits the sound system. He disappears backstage, and Marxx makes his way backstage as well.

Jon McDaniel: "And only moments after Marxx keeps his title by disqualification, he already has a potential contender and match at Who's The Man?!"

Brian Rentfro: "It's a stretch, Jon. Vitaly coming back is great, but he will need to climb the ladder again."

Jon McDaniel: "And I'm sure Vitaly will not mind doing so. He has his contract signed and he is ready for competition either way. But, I'm sure Vitaly didn't think it would hurt to ask."

Brian Rentfro: "Well him messing up his phrases certainly hurts me. The guy needs to learn to speak American, Jon."

Hunter Sullivan vs Jacob Figgins

Steel Cage Match


Eric Emerson: The following is a Steel Cage Grudge Match.

Slow ominous guitar notes hit the pa as the lights throughout the venue dim. It isn't until the first vocals of the song that a figure in a red hooded jacket appears. The hood is up and hiding facial features.

"Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down"

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring first...

Upon the sound of a laugh the figure begins to walk down the ramp ,turning his head left and right and throws the hood off his head. To Reveal Jacob Figgins.

"You're Gonna Burn in Hell!!
Oh Burn Hell"

Figgins jumps onto the Barricade to slap hands with a few of the fans before jumping up on the next one

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 245 pounds and hails from Kansas City, Missouri.

"You can't believe all the things i've done wrong in my life
Without even trying i've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, i've played with fire, but i don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so i think that it's time for a turn"

Jacob finaly makes it down to the ring, jogging up the stairs into the ring and slides in between the ropes.

Eric Emerson: He is the "Next Conspiracy" JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

Jacob drops to his knees, extending his arms outward, staring to the cieling. He hops back to his feet, awaiting the bout to start

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

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

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

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

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

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

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

The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling. As the ref goes to check Sullivan, Figgins comes rushing in and leaps over the ref and nails Hunter with a forearm, taking both men up and over the top rope. The ref hits his head against the turnbuckle as Hunter and Jacob both land on the outside. Jacob is up first and starts to fire lefts and right at Hunter, who has stumbled back to the barricade. Figgins has Sullivan railing, but goes for one too many haymakers and misses with the right.

**SMACK**

CROWD: WHHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Off the miss, Hunter pushes Jacob back with some picture perfect knife edge chops. Not wanting to lose his newly found edge, Hunter grabs Jacob by the waist and lifts him up, only to drop him chest first across the barricade. Hunter grabs Jacob and puts his shoulder into Jacob’s ribs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Slowly the ref finally comes through and goes over to the ring ropes and yells for the two wrestlers to stop fighting and get in the ring so he can start the match and lower the cage. Hunter pays him no mind and throws Jacob into the steel steps. Hunter slams him face first into the steps, before laying Jacob chest and face first on the top step. Hunter pushes a ring hand off his steel chair and folds it up. Hunter walks back over to Jacob and cocks the chair up over his head. The crowd holds their breathe as Hunter slams the chair down. But at the last moment, Jacob nails a mule kick that takes Hunter’s voice up a few octaves.

CROWD: OHHHHHHH….

Hunter stumbles back holding his midsection as Jacob rolls off the steps. The ref yells the men have 5 seconds to get back into the ring to start the match or it will be declared a no contest. But Jacob is not listening, because he has nothing but payback on his mind. As Hunter slowly drops to one knee, Jacob nearly snaps his neck with a running knee lift. As Hunter lifts up, Jacob hooks him up for a suplex. Now it’s Hunter’s turn to get dropped chest first on the railing. The ref has had enough of waiting for the two and calls for the bell signaling the no contest.

*Ding, Ding**

The bell doesn’t stop Jacob as he starts to measure the hanging head of Hunter Sullivan. The ref starts to call for security to come down as Figgins starts to take a few steps back. Security rushes down the walkway and spring on Figgins before he can get a full head of steam and punt kick Sullivan’s head.

CROWD: LET THEM FIGHT…LET THEM FIGHT!!!!!

Security starts to pull Figgins back as Hunter starts to get his air back. Somehow Hunter breaks free and hops on the barricade railing and springboards onto the crowd of guards that is holding Figgins back. The two men get a hold of each other and begin trading strikes, pushing guards out of their way as they do.

Eric Emerson: The ref has declared this match a…NO CONTEST!!!

Brian Rentfro: Now thats bullsh...

Jon McDaniel: Hey, easy! I'm sure these two will meet again, and settle their differences once and for all... Sadly, it just won't be here, at Genesis!

Mark Zout - Matt Stone - Laura Estella - The Andalusian - Cody Bogard - The Bomber

Rampage Money in the Bank Match


We’re back to the arena for out second Money in the Bank match. All six competitors are already in the ring, time lost on their entrances. We quickly cut away to ringside though and down with our commentators for this evening.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome back folks, and as our attendants and competitors get setup for our big Money in the Bank for the PWA title match, we thought we’d take some time out to honour a few of our special guests tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Essentially we’re filling dead air, but that doesn’t make them any less special.

The camera cuts away to a wide shot of the arena. Inside the ring our six competitors await their turn to begin as ladders are scattered around the ring and the case lowered into position.

Jon McDaniel: Here’s a man you Cardinals will be familiar with…

A sudden cut then to a man in first row.

Jon McDaniel: St. Loius’ very own Albert Pujols. First baseman for the Cardinals.

It takes a moment for him to notice but he gives us a wave and gets a cheer.

Brian Rentfro: Did you say pooholes?

Jon McDaniel: Also in attendance…

We cut again, this time to a more familiar figure to wrestling fans.

Jon McDaniel: Former HiC World Champion and PWA Tag Team Champion, Lisa Seldon.

She also gives us a wave and gets a cheer.

Brian Rentfro: No doubt here keeping an eye on her protégé, Laura Estella as she looks to secure a shot at the title.

Jon McDaniel: She’ll have her hands full though as there’s a lot of talent in that ring. Six eager stars already to breakout and secure their place in our Main Event next month. And with that we’re ready to go. Lets take it to the ring.

Back to centre stage then, Eric Emerson has the mic.

Eric Emerson: Ladues and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for a shot at the PWA World title. Introducing first…

The anticipation is too much. Matt Stone lashes out with the first blow. Eric scurries from the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like we’re not waiting.

Brian Rentfro: This match is on!

There’s something of a mad scramble as our fighters pair off and fights erupt at every edge of the ring. Fists and feet fly as each person looks to score and early lead, and it’s not long before most of the action spills from the ring. We’re then left with Cody and the Andalusian inside.

Jon McDaniel: Hot start here, just as we knew it would be.

Two size each other up and begin trading off shots. Low kicks from each man come parried, fists connected and deflect in turn. Cody takes the high ground, getting a leg up to block a mid level kick and then scoring with one from the other side. He then snaps off a few punches and sweeps the Andalusian with an inside leg kick before arching up a swooping in hook kick toward the back of his head. The Andalusian steps back out of it though, leaving Cody turned and setup for a series of shots: one Roundhouse to the ribs, another to the skull, and then a Leaping Spinning Back kick flattens him out.

Brian Rentfro: Cody goes down and rolls to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: The Andalusian isn’t safe yet.

The Andalusian pauses to make sure Cody is gone, and then turns around into a series of forearm strikes from Zout. He shakes them off though and comes back with a Crescent Kick, catching nothing at all, and leaving him open for a Dropkick that puts him through the ropes. The Andalusian lands out by Cody who renews his attack, leaving both of them distracted as Zout takes to the air with a Suicide Plancha, wiping both men out.

Jon McDaniel: The Ode to Nirvana! And all three are down.

Brian Rentfro: But here comes… the Bomber?

The Bomber takes his spot and springs up to the top-rope, but he fails to account for Laura Estella, who comes in from the side, kicking out his legs and catching him on her shoulders, before planting him with a vicious Death Valley Driver down onto the apron, knocking him for six. The crowd cheer for the impact, and rise up yet further as the way comes clear, and Matt comes straight through the ropes, over Laura’s head and down through the tree men waiting on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Moves from all sides! This match is already out of control.

Finding her feet just shy of everyone now brawling on the floor, Laura sizes up her chances and ascends the corner, but she gets caught by Matt who lands a few shots and then dumps her back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone with the early advantage, lets see what he can do with it.

Laura lands on her back and Matt takes the chance to secure a ladder from outside. Matt then brings the ladder to the ring and steps it up in the corner before setting Laura up in front.

Jon McDaniel: Could be looking for something big.

Brian Rentfro: Could be looking to break her in half.

Matt flattens her against the ladder with a few shots and then makes for the opposite corner, throwing up a hand to the fans who respond not so kindly. He then makes a run for Laura, all be it too fast, as Laura steps forward and drives a knee into his gut. Matt then gets caught head and arm, tossed up through the air and splattered against the ladder with a Gargoyle Suplex.

Jon McDaniel: And Matt gets crushed for his trouble.

Brian Rentfro: A blow like that could easily shatter a spine.

Jon McDaniel: Bit of over acting but sure, if you like.

Matt hits hard and gets dropped on his head for good measure before rolling out to the floor. Laura follows him and leaves the ring free for Cody and Zout to take the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Change places!

Zout arrives first and goes after the ladder but Cody nails him from behind. An irish whip from Cody gets reversed and he’s reeled into a knee. Mark then pulls him in for a DDT but Cody grabs hold of his arm and spins out. He then kicks out a leg from Mark to put him to a knee and then follows up with a kick to the back of the head to soften him up.

Jon McDaniel: Cody in charge now and he’s eyeing up that ladder.

Cody indeed takes the ladder, but he forgoes setting it up and puts it around Mark’s head instead. He then lines up and drives home a Dropkick, rushing the ladder into his face and leaving him flat on the canvas. Cody then sees the way is clear and sets up the ladder beneath the case, he doesn’t get far though before the Andalusian pulls him back down to base and scores a few shots to put him down. He tries to go for the belt himself then but Cody hangs on and the two square off again.

Jon McDaniel: Each man fighting for control.

Brian Rentfro: But here comes Da Bomber!

Out the view of everyone the bomber returns to the ring and immediately sets about reaching the belt. He’s barely halfway up though before the two men fighting on the floor catch site of him and break it off. The Andalusian then stops him from behind while Cody rushes up the other side.

Jon McDaniel: All three men on the ladder now.

Brian Rentfro: This won’t end well.

Cody tags the Bomber with a few right hands while the Andalusian steps up into an Electric Chair position. A few further shots from Cody release his hands then, allowing the Andalusian to step back, taking the Bomber with him. He then pushes him forward, smashing his face off the rungs on the way down.

Brian Rentfro: Oow… that’ll mess up his face.

Jon McDaniel: Worse than Admiral Akbar.

The two of them land on their feet, The Andalusian behind and the Bomber near unconscious in front. The Andalusian then snatches him up in a Waistlock and easily lobs him over head with a release German Suplex. The bomber passes the ropes on his way to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my –

Brian Rentfro: The bomber out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: But not before landing on his neck on the apron.

Brian Rentfro: That’ll leave a mark.

Jon McDaniel: More like a stain.

The Andalusian takes a moment to get back to his feet, leaving Cody free to scramble for the case. It’s not to be though, as Zout gets back into the game, coming from across the ring with a Dropkick to take out the ladder. Cody lands, straddled on the top-rope – a pained grunt from our male fans – and slowly slinks out to the floor. Zout then follows him, scoring with a Baseball slide then sends him into the rail, and then a Moonsault off the apron to finish him off. Cody buckles over the barrier, Zout lands in the first row and the crowd goes wild.

Jon McDaniel: Some big offense from Zout, but they’ve left a man unmarked.

The Andalusian fins himself alone and the prize in his sights. He then makes for the case, but gets caught just off the ground as Laura comes in and nails a kick to his side. The Andalusian goes down on all fours, and leaves himself open for a knee to the side of the skull. Laura then takes up the ladder and sets it up across the ropes in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Laura looking to follow up and lessen the numbers here

Brian Rentfro: I like Laura, she’s got some serious killer instinct. I think I like her to win here.

Laura slaps the ladder a few times to make sure it’s steady and then turns around, right into a leaping Crescent Kick from the Andalusian that puts her to the mat. It’s his turn to size up the ladder then and, following a few shots to the back, he tosses her up into the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps my instincts were wrong.

With Laura sat up top and the ladder in place, the Andalusian ascends the ropes in front of her and does his best to stand her up. She fights it though, scoring punches to the gut to soften him up before tripping out his legs. He then slips back, his legs caught up in the ropes and his head smashed against the ladder beneath him.

Jon McDaniel: Andalusian caught up in a Tree of Woe and this is certainly not going to end well.

Laying back then, caught in the ropes and his head draped across the ladder, the Andalusian can only sit and watch as Laura takes to the air, leaping straight up and pulling in her legs, before coming down, spiking her knees right down and ripping through his face.

Brian Rentfro: TKO!

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn’t at all be surprised. His head was buried in that ladder.

Brian Rentfro: I’m guessing we won’t be seeing much more of him in this match.

Laura rolls through and onto her feet, right into an onslaught of strikes from Cody Bogard, who scores with a few Jabs about the body. Laura then blocks a front Roundhouse but gets caught with an elbow about the head to put her on a knee. Cody then turns his back and gets caught in a Waistlock for his trouble, just as Matt Stone comes rushing in from off side with an attempted Clothesline. Cody catches him with a kick to the gut to stagger him and then ducks low, sending Laura over the top of him and further again over Matt with a roll.

Laura and Cody then both find their feet and immediately rush with Yakuza kicks from each side. He ducks out though and Cody and Laura score with kicks on each other, leaving them momentarily wobbled.

Matt then forgets Laura for the moment and puts the pressure on Cody with a kick down low before scooping him up for a Powerbomb. It’s not to be though as Cody sits up and scores an elbow on the top of his head and then snaps back into a Hurricanrana. The momentum leaves him sitting up on Matt and right in the path of Laura, who scores with a knee between the eyes to send him rolling back again.

Matt then fights back, holding onto Cody as he rolls back and standing right up into an Inverted Waistlock before nailing him with a Piledriver. Cody bounces from the impact. Laura then looks to get in on the action but gets taken out by a Crossbody from Zout. He then springs back to his feet but gets tackled by Stone. The two roll out to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Both men wailing on each other as they go to the outside.

Brian Rentfro: I think its Stone’s fight though.

Outside, Matt takes the advantage when he hurls Mark head first into the barrier, knocking him flat out on the floor. He then turns his attention to a second ladder and sets it up as a bridge across the isle.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone setting himself up a make shift platform. Wonder what he has in mind.

Brian Rentfro: Ever notice you how much you voice your thoughts?

Jon McDaniel: That is most of my job.

Matt gets Mark up on his feet and slings him toward the ladder, but Mark gets his legs up, leaping to the ladder and landing just barely on the edge. He almost loses his balance, but holds it just enough to send himself back the way he came, leaping with a twist and scoring with a Dropkick on Matt Stone.

Jon McDaniel: Some high risk action, but it pays off.

Brian Rentfro: How does landing on your back on the floor count as paying off?

The two crash out but Zout gets and adrenaline rush and finds his feet. He then makes sure Stone finds his and drags him up to the apron. The two come to standing but Matt pushes him off, and a trade off of punches begins.

Jon McDaniel: They’re giving it there everything.

Brian Rentfro: Lot at stake here after all.

The two struggle on the apron, trading right hands with Zout seeming to get the best of them as he throws a few in quick succession. He then backs up and prepares to finish the job, but runs right into a boot and a clubbing forearm across the back, before Matt lifts a knee into his face to finish him off. Matt then takes Zout in hand and backs up onto the corner, but Zout breaks free and scores with a leaping Uppercut that almost sends Matt backwards to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: He’s wobbled!

Zout then leaps up into a Hurricanrana, but Matt manages to hold his ground in the ropes and leave Zout hanging. By the look on his face he knows he’s in a bad way and struggles to get free, but Matt grits his teeth and hefts him back up, before leaping into the air and bringing Zout down crashing to the ladder bridged across the isle. It buckles beneath the force.

Jon McDaniel: A crushing blow! Both men are down.

Brian Rentfro: Here comes some more!

The fun isn’t over though, and as Zout lays across the ladder he becomes easy pickings for Cody, he comes up over the ropes with a flying Crossbody, annihilating whatever was left of the ladder and Zout in kind.

Jon McDaniel: Total destruction of all three men, and only Laura is left in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: This could be it for her.

Laura sizes up her opponents on the floor, making sure all of them are down and out before she makes for the case. She then grabs a still standing ladder from the floor and waists no time in setting it up. The fans are rabid with cheers as she makes her climb, but it leaves her exposed and utterly unaware as a whole new party makes for the ring.

Jon McDaniel: That’s… that’s the Virus!

Brian Rentfro: He just rushed in through the crowd, and he’s got a chair.

The Virus slides in behind Laura, blissfully unaware of his presence, right until the point where he nails her with a chair to the back. Laura’s arms go limp, and the Virus drags her back down to the floor.

The Virus wastes no time in picking apart his prey, scoring with an upward swing as Laura tries to get up before settling in on his real target, and bringing the steel from down in an arm against her knee. Over and over.

Jon McDaniel: This is outrageous. What has she ever done to him?

Brian Rentfro: Well, beyond just the little bout of name calling they shared, Engel is still upset over what Riona did to Odyssey. She took out his friend, now he’s returning the favour in kind.

The Virus shatters the chair against her leg but he’s still not done, and ties the remains of it around her leg. The fans are horrified and cheer Laura on as she tries to fight back, but he knocks her flat with a kick to the face, and then brings his foot down, down into the chair with a horrendous snap.

Brian Rentfro: Well, there goes my pick. I see big things for Matt Stone now.

Jon McDaniel: This is disgusting.

The Virus stands his place on Laura, burying the chair into her knee as she claws to get away. The fight drains from her soon enough, and The Virus then sweeps in, holding her head up by the hair, spitting a few words and then forcing her into the mat. He then calls it a day and scoots back out the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Sickening. This shy of the biggest win of her career and now this might be her out, all over some petty vendetta that’s nothing at all to do with her.

Brian Rentfro: I know, tough break – literally!

Jon McDaniel: Sometimes I wake up begging you’ve been in a car crash or something.

Brian Rentfro: What, no high-five.

Amidst the wreckage it’s Matt Stone who first appears. He begins by casting a look at what’s left of Laura, now slunk out to the floor, gives her a smile and a wave, and then makes for the case. With no one else in sight it’s a slow, casual rise, but he soon falters as Cody Bogard makes his return, rushing up the other end of the ladder and scoring with a well placed fist between the eyes. Matt drifts back but he never lets go, and comes back to score with one of his own.

Brian Rentfro: Get back in the game man; we’ve still got a match on our hands. I got Stone taking this fight right here.

The two trade shots, each of them a little weary and unable to gain the upperhand. The fans are still into it, but none more so than when Zout makes his return, staggered, barely able to stand, but wielding another ladder, scavenged from the corner, that he manages to pitch up beside theirs. He’s then back into the fray and beside Cody, and all three begin to trade blows between them.

Brian Rentfro: It’s anyone’s game at this point… except Laura who can’t walk, the Andalusian who is probably off to hospital about now, and the Bomber… who is likely dead.

Cody manages to score with a kick to the back of Zout’s head and Matt seizes the moment to tip his ladder to the ropes. Zout has his wits about him though and manages to get a foot on the top rope, using it to spring him back into the fight. He then comes back with a hard elbow shot on Cody, leaping as he does, sending Cody crashing to the floor and taking his spot in front of Stone. It’s just the two of them now, and once more they trade off.

Brian Rentfro: Back to two! My pick is still in!

Fists fly again then, more ferocity than before as each man feels a win in their grasp. Zout strikes out, punches from each hand, but Matt manages to catch one and scores with a Headbutt that leaves both of them woozy. It’s anyone’s fight at this point, but suddenly… they start to fall.

Brian Rentfro: What!?

Jon McDaniel: Never!

With one knee and nothing but resolve, Laura comes in at the base of the ladder, bares down and forces it over, sending both men crashing out to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: She got them!

Jon McDaniel: Back from nowhere Laura scores on both of them, and it’s hers to win now!

Both men land hard but Stone somehow grabs the ropes and doesn’t crash as hard. Laura, alone with one ladder left standing, nothing else in her way. And it’s a slow climb, struggling on one leg, gritting her teeth every time she has to lean on her shattered knee.

Jon McDaniel: It’s a struggle but there’s no other way.

Through sheer force of will she finds the top, but her eyes widen as Matt Stone scales the other side.

Brian Rentfro: How? How is he doing it!?!

Jon McDaniel: The Wrestle of the year chasing the self appointed Wrestler of the year!!

Laura quickens her pace, though the pain etched in her features is apparent. She grabs the case, and she yanks, forgetting to unclasp it. Stone reaches the top, and he grabs the case away from her. Laura growls and yanks it back. Both Laura and Stone struggle to take the case from each other so they can unclasp it and claim it. Suddenly, the clasp breaks from the rope! Stone and Laura have just a second to realize that the only thing they had to keep their balance, has broken. Laura and Stone tumble together off the ladder, both with their hands holding the case, and they crash to the canvas, the case sliding away and out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell happened!

Jon McDaniel: The clasp broke!

Brian Rentfro: So what does this mean!?

In the ring, the referee quickly goes to Emerson and talks to him. Laura, in pain, just leans against the ropes, taking this chance to breath, Stone, however is up on his feet, trying to demand himself be crowned the winner. At this point, Chamelion, still limping from his earlier match, comes down to the ring and talks to the ref and Emerson.

Jon McDaniel: They’re trying to decide who won, I’m sure.

Brian Rentfro: It was Laura, obviously.

Jon McDaniel: Not so obvious, as the replays show!

Finally, Emerson nods and raises the mic.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of the match… and new number one contender for the PWA World Championship……

He pauses. Laura and Stone look on, hopeful.

Eric Emerson: is a TIE between Laura Estella and Matt Stone!

Brian Rentfro: WHOAH!

Stone looks pissed, but Laura seems calm for some reason. Stone argues but Chamelion just turns and walks away.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve never seen co-winners for a Money in the Bank match before! Ya know what this means!?

Brian Rentfro: Triple threat at Who’s The Man! But who will these two fight against? The Soul-Taker; Raizzor, or… Laura’s friend, Riona Langly!?

Jon McDaniel: We will find out, very soon!

Thunderwolf vs Corey Lazarus

2 out of 3 Falls - No DQ


The cameras cut to the ring, where we see Eric Emerson standing tall, his notecards in hand.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your special guest commentator for this match, a living legend among legends, he is "The Youngblood"...

Pop. Just a minor one, mostly from the fans in their late 20's/early 30's.

Eric Emerson: ...CLIFF YOUNG!!!

Iron Maiden's "The Wicker Man" cues up, the modernized NWOBHM riffing bringing us back to better days. The drums enter, accenting certain notes, and then come in at a full beat, drawing Cliff Young out from behind the curtain. He's wearing his classic attire of torn jeans tucked into a pair of combat boots, a black Slayer t-shirt, and his old, beat-up leather jacket.

Jon McDaniel: And here comes a man we've only seen a handful of times in the PWA itself, but whose presence has been felt time and time again.

Brian Rentfro: That's absolutely right, Jon. Cliff Young has been credited with training both of the men involved in this next match, as well as redefining what technical and hardcore wrestling could be on a mainstream level.

Cliff slaps a few high-five's at ringside as he gets halfway to the ring, looking out all around the PWA Dome and failing to hide a smile. Bruce Dickinson's powerful pipes come in, and Cliff continues making his way down to ringside.

=Hand of fate is moving=
=And the finger points to you=
=He knocks you to your feet=
=And so what are you gonna do?=

Young slaps another pair of high-five's and almost rolls into the ring before stopping himself, laughing as he shakes his head.

=Your tongue is frozen now=
=You've got something to say=
=The piper at the gates of dawn=
=Is calling you his way=

Cliff slides off his jacket as he makes his way over to McDaniel and Rentfro, holding up a fist to the crowd around him. "The Wicker Man" dies down as Young takes his seat next to McDaniel, grabbing the free headset and sliding it on.

Young: Jon, Brian, it's good to be back in the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: It's good to have you back.

Brian Rentfro: Are you sure you're ready to do this thing?

Young: Of course! Nobody knows Laz and Dustin quite like I do, so I'm going to bringing some insight.

Back to Emerson in the ring.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is a 2 Out Of 3 Falls, No Disqualification match with a 60-minute time limit, and is being billed as THE Grudge Match!!

The lights in the arena die save for the glow of the ADC-Tron. A symphonic version of Ennio Morricone's classic "The Ecstasy of Gold" cues up over the PA. On the Tron, images of the PWA Hardcore, Grizzly Beer, Intercontinental, and World Heavyweight titles intersperse with one another, moving by the view of the screen. The lights brighten as the song picks up in pace and intensity, nearly returning to their usual brightness as the first crescendo of the song strikes, bringing forth an old fashioned, black and white film countdown.



The lights die again as a massive drumroll cues up Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," save for a solitary spotlight focusing on the entrance curtain. Images of Hollywood landmarks scroll across the Tron, including the Brown Derby, Hollywood Hills, and various movie studios. A silhouette of a man walking - almost strutting - towards the screen is imposed over all of it, "breaking" out of the screen at the song's 27-second mark, which produces Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price from behind the curtain as the Tron switches to highlights of Corey's career.

~~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, BABY~~

Corey points down to the ring, his eyes hiding behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, and takes a sip from his bottle of Aquafina, wiping around his mouth with a single white towel draped over his shoulder.

~~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YOU?~~

Eric Emerson: Introducing first...

Price chomps away on a stick of gum in his mouth, running a hand over his heavily gelled hair, and points to his prized client. Corey, in return, stops at the top of the ramp, taking calm breaths as he stares down at the ring.

~~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, HONEY~~

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds and standing at 6-foot-1...

~~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE?~~

The bridge lick of the song plays, and Lazarus starts walking down the ramp with Price right behind him.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hollywood, California...

~~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME?~~
~~AND TAKE MY HAND?~~

Laz slaps a few high-five's with fans next the guardrail, looking at the guardrail itself intensely before grabbing it, shaking it quick.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Heavyweight champion, and is a member of the PWA Hall of Fame...

~~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME?~~
~~AND WALK THIS LAND?~~

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

The guitars divebomb, and Lazarus places a foot on the top of the guardrail, hoisting himself up onto it as he holds a fist in the air.

Fans (with the song): PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND!!

Corey pounds his fist in the air to the beat of the drums, and then hops down back onto the ramp as the main melody of the song returns. He marches towards the ring, stopping himself from entering it.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!

~~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, BABY~~

Laz turns to Price, and then backs up to the other side of the ring, running a hand over the ring apron.

~~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YOU?~~

He grabs the bottom rope briefly, and then releases it, walking over to the commentators' table and pounding fists with Cliff.

~~IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, HONEY~~

Young: Good luck, Core. Stay alive.

Laz flashes his trademark devilish smirk, shrugging, and waves it off, chuckling a little bit.

~~DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE?~~

The second bridge of the song plays, and Laz jogs around ringside, slapping a few high-five's with the front row fans. Price, meanwhile, has already stopped near Corey's corner, producing a second bottle of Aquafina from the inside pocket of his black sportscoat with dark grey pinstripes.

~~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME?~~
~~AND TAKE MY HAND?~~

Lazarus hops up onto the ring apron, tossing his towel over the top rope and towards his corner. It lands near Price's hand, and Gregory doesn't flinch, nor does he even acknowledge the towel's existence as he rubs his hands together, looking up at Corey. Lazarus steps between the ropes, stopping for a moment for one last scan of the arena.

~~OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME?~~
~~AND WALK THIS LAND?~~

The guitars divebomb again, and Lazarus rushes into the center of the ring, dropping down to a knee with a single fist planted on the canvas.

Fans (with the song): PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND!!

Corey pounds his fist into the mat to the beat of drums, and then leaps to his feet as the main melody returns, his arms spread out to his sides, and turns around, facing the arena as thousands of flashbulbs go off. The spotlight, the sole light in the entire arena during his entrance, dies as the houselights return, and "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" fades away just as Kerry King's solo begins. Corey backs up into his corner, taking off his Ray Ban's before handing them to Gregory, who pockets them to the inside pocket of his sportscoat.

Fans: FUCK 'EM, COREY, FUCK 'EM UP!! **clap, clap** FUCK 'EM UP, COREY, FUCK 'EM UP!! **clap, clap**

Jon McDaniel: And that's the first man in this match out...

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull... The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what's going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear - a number of fans from this promotion, or at least some of them, and especially those of the now defunct AOWF community, should all ready know what to expect.

Young: Man, I never get tired of this.

"Now or Never". Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it's meshed inbetween a number of cheer's, but mostly boo's for tonight's match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls.

### What'd you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you're looking at me... ###
### ...And I don't know why ###

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 198 pounds and standing at 5 feet, 11 inches tall, he hails from Tucker's Town, Bermuda...

### I don't know and I'm not sure... ###
### ...Have you lost your way? ###
### ...Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### ...Are You Out of Time? ###

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold - which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser, and his lovely companion for the evening in the way of Enika Engel, stroll out from the back, hand in hand, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former's waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above the couple begins ticking off various moments from Wolf's career as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn't last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under the sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

Eric Emerson: Being accompanied to the ring by Enika Engel...

### You say goodbye... ###
### Like everything's all right. ###

### You say goodbye.... ###
### Like everything's all right... ###

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Heavyweight champion, and a member of the PWA Hall of Fame...

Thunderwolf's attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down cotton shirt, black and blue K-Swiss classics, and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before leading Enika to the center of the entry way. His newly found flame and of course escort for the evening has on a diagonally-cut, faded denim skirt and a tucked in, shoulderless, blue tee bearing little more than a Rolling Stones Lips & Tongue logo. A pair of orange and white candies cover each foot so delicately, and it can be duelly noted that her legs are oiled to the nines. Her hair is flipped outwards at the ends, cut since the last time she was on camera to just above shoulder-length now. A dangling emerald adorns each ear and her ocean blue eyes sparkle under the house lights. That crimson smile speaks volumes.

Eric Emerson: ...DUSTIN "THUNDERWOLF" KELSER!!

The couple embraces at the end of the ramp to trigger off the "artificial rain," small droplets of water pouring from pipes in the rafters as blue lights shine through them, locking lips for what seems like an eternity, but only results in nothing more than couple of seconds for everyone else. There's likely a certain ex-wife fuming right now.

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

Thunderwolf swipes a loose strand of hair that dangles in front of Enika's eyes, behind her ear, and whispers something into her ear that gets at least a giggle, before he sets her back down and they head for the ring.

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. He backs up into his corner and awaits the opening bell, glaring across the ring at Corey as Enika hops down to the floor, rallying support for Wolf.

Fans: DUSTIN'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, DOO-DA, DOO-DA!! DUSTIN'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, ALL THE DOO-DA DAY!!

Young: DAMN, that's an original chant.

Brian Rentfro: I don't get it.

Young: Foghorn Leghorn?

Brian Rentfro: Who?

Young: I'll tell you when you're older.

DING DING DING!!

Jon McDaniel: And there’s the bell!

Corey and Dustin stare across the ring from one another, neither man moving. Laz continues adjusting his elbowpad and the tape around his hands as Wolf chomps away on a piece of gum in his mouth, jogging in place from foot to foot.

Brian Rentfro: Why the hell aren’t they doing anything?

Young: When you know a man as well as Dustin knows Corey, or vice versa, you know that any slight slip-up could end the match right then and there. Neither man wants to give up any semblance of weakness to the other, and I can’t say that I blame them.

The fans start to rile up in the audience as Dustin takes a step out of the corner, and Corey does the same. Both men keep their eyes locked on one another, neither taking another step out of their corner. Corey cracks his neck to either side, and then places his hand on the top rope, stepping further out of the corner but staying against the ropes. Across the ring, Dustin also steps out, also against the ropes, and swings his arms around, loosening them up.

Jon McDaniel: And now Lazarus steps into the center of the ring...

Thunderwolf follows him in, neither man getting within striking distance of the other. Kelser places his hands on his hips, staring daggers back at Corey Lazarus. The L-A-Z crosses his arms over his chest, chewing on his own piece of gum, and then takes a step inside of Dustin’s striking range. His arms lower to his side, and Dustin takes a step in himself. The two stand merely a foot apart, glaring into each other’s eyes.

Jon McDaniel: Listen to these people!

The fans’ collective sound drowns out the commentary, as clapping, stomping, and just general noise become deafening. The two men don’t even make a move to one another, just staring at each other. Corey clears his throat, and smirks.

Lazarus: You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Dustin.

Thunderwolf just nods, wiping his mouth as a smile appears on his face.

Thunderwolf: Oh, trust me, Corey.

He looks right up at Laz, stepping in again so that the two men are chest-to-chest.

Thunderwolf: I know EXACTLY what I’m getting into.

Corey shrugs his shoulders.

Lazarus: Well, as long as you know.

Dustin runs a hand over his hair, and lets out a slight chuckle.

Thunderwolf: But the real question is, boy...

Corey’s smirk disappears, and Dustin taps the tip of his nose.

Thunderwolf: ...do YOU know what YOU are getting yourself into?

Lazarus slaps Dustin across the face, knocking the gum out of his mouth. The ref grabs the gum quickly and throws it out of the ring, and Wolf nods his head, rubbing his cheek.

Young: Be careful, Core. Dustin’s not the kind of guy to take an insult like that lightly.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve been a commentator for the PWA and its various affiliates since 1999, fans, and I can assure you that Cliff Young is NOT lying.

Kelser turns around and walks back to his corner, still rubbing his cheek. He looks down to Enika at ringside, who just shakes her head, teeth clenched behind tightened lips. Wolf nods and turns around, his hands on his hips as he walks back to the center of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: And these people are going crazy here.

Wolf surprises Corey by firing back with a slap of his own, sending Laz reeling back, holding his cheek and rubbing it much like Dustin did just moments prior.

Jon McDaniel: Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

Young: Slap for a slap.

The fans grow louder with their reaction, even louder than before, and Lazarus casually walks back to the center of the ring, hitting another big slap to Dustin’s face. Wolf’s reply? Another one of his own.

Brian Rentfro: And we’ve got a bitchslap contest, guys!

The two men take turns delivering slaps across the other’s face, each one growing in its impact and intensity. Wolf delivers a forearm to Corey’s face in place of another slap, and Lazarus returns fire with one of his own. The two men trade forearms in the dead center of the ring, Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf, until Wolf ducks one of Laz’s and takes him down with a quick fireman’s carry.

Young: One of the things I told Corey specifically in the weeks leading up to tonight was to watch out for Dustin, because he can take anybody – ANYBODY – to the mat at a moment’s notice.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf with a chinlock, and Laz reverses into a hammerlock.

Corey wrenches the hammerlock in before breaking it of his volition, paintbrushing the back of Dustin’s head with a few slaps. Kelser rolls over onto his back and sits up as Lazarus backs off, his trademark devilish smirk plastered on his face. Kelser kips up to his feet, nodding, and the two men circle one another.

Brian Rentfro: And just as Wolf can take anybody down, Laz can infuriate anybody by getting away from them.

Jon McDaniel: Collar-and-elbow tie up, and Laz with the go-behind and a rear waistlock.

Wolf reverses the rear waistlock into one of his own, and goes to lift Corey up for a German suplex. Corey hooks Wolf’s leg with his own, and then breaks the rear waistlock, locking on a standing armbar. Wolf goes to try to reverse it, but Laz kicks him in the midsection, dropping him to a knee.

Young: Good scouting by Corey right here.

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus with the full-arm dragon twist…

Dustin slaps his shoulder to help with the blood flow, and then rolls forward, untwisting his arm. He rises to his feet, grabbing Corey’s wrist, but Laz hits him with a surprise headbutt before twisting his arm again, this time nailing a downward elbow onto Dustin’s triceps.

Brian Rentfro: And it looks like Laz may have the early advantage here.

Just as Rentfro finishes his sentence, Wolf cartwheels to untwist his arm, and then nails a kick to the femoral artery of Laz, dropping him to a knee and breaking the standing armbar. Wolf hits the ropes and goes for a basement dropkick, but Laz swats him away. Wolf rises, ducks a high roundhouse kick, and then grabs Corey’s left leg from behind, tripping him down face-first to the mat before locking on an ankle lock.

Young: And Dustin catches Laz off-guard!

Jon McDaniel: He grapevines the leg!

Brian Rentfro: We could see the end of the first fall already!

Laz tries to fight out of the ankle lock, but Dustin locks his legs around Laz’s, wrenching he hold in. Corey forces himself towards the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope. The referee gets in his face, however, and shakes his head.

Jon McDaniel: Laz is forgetting that this match is No Disqualifications, and there’s no rope breaks!

Corey’s eyes widen in sudden shock, and Dustin releases the leg grapevine, keeping his hold of Corey’s ankle. Wolf goes to tug Laz back into the center of the ring, but Corey holds onto the bottom rope, this time with both hands. Dustin tugs again, and Laz releases one hand from the bottom rope, quickly grabbing a hold of the middle rope, switching both hands to it. Kelser kicks Corey in the knee, and Laz releases the middle rope as Dustin goes to tug him back again. Corey quickly grabs the top rope before turning around, nailing a quick and sharp kick to Dustin’s braced knee, forcing him to release the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Smart. Focus on the weakness.

Young: It may be sound strategy, Brian, but that’s not Laz. That was an accident.

Brian Rentfro: How do you figure?

Young: I know Laz better than anybody in the ring. He doesn’t aim to exploit prior injuries. He’d rather give somebody brand new ones.

Corey rolls to his feet, backing into his corner. He shakes out his left foot, trying to regain feeling in his ankle as Dustin rubs his braced right knee. Corey nods, giving Dustin a golf clap. In response, Dustin takes a quick bow, and the two circle one another again, Corey noticeably favoring his left leg as Wolf hits his right knee a few times to keep the feeling in it. The fans reply with an appreciative applause.

Jon McDaniel: And neither man is getting a true advantage in the opening minutes of this match.

Young: I don’t think we’ll see either one trying anything too risky until much later. It’s a 2 out of 3 falls situation, and what that means is that you want to conserve your energy if you know your opponent has even a slight chance of being able to one-up you.

Brian Rentfro: I really don’t think either man would appreciate you saying that, Cliff.

Young: And I don’t think either man would give a rat’s ass considering I trained the both of them.

Enika slaps the canvas in rhythmic eighth notes for a few seconds, trying to stir up applause. Corey and Dustin stare at each other from their respective corners, and Price jumps up onto the ring apron by his client, handing him his bottle of Aquafina. Laz takes a swig, and then hands the bottle back to his agent, nodding as Price cups his hand over Laz’s ear, whispering something into it.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder what Price is doing there.

Brian Rentfro: He likely has some insider knowledge of how Dustin’s going to be performing tonight. Over the years, it’s been quite obvious that Price has somehow figured out what Corey’s opponents would be able and willing to do, especially given his record in high-profile matches.

Young: If you ask me, Corey doesn’t need him. He won the PWA World title without Price at his side, and embarked on the biggest and most successful run of his entire career without Price.

Brian Rentfro: ...good thing I didn’t ask you...

Enika: C’MON, DUSTIN!

Wolf wipes a few little beads of sweat from his brow, and then blows a kiss to Enika at ringside. Engel smiles wide, looking over briefly at Corey, who does the same. Her smile disappears into a grimace, and she looks back at Dustin. Wolf and Laz both come out of their corners, meeting barely a yard away from one another in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: They circle…collar and elbow tie up again…

Dustin nails a quick forearm to Laz’s jaw, and then locks his left arm into a standing armbar. He twists it with a full-arm Dragon twist, and then drives his elbow into Corey’s.

Young: A little reversal of fortunes already.

Corey rolls forward and reverses the full-arm Dragon twist into one of his own, nailing a quick kick to the back of Wolf’s knee, dropping him down to one. Laz releases Wolf’s arm, locking on a rear chinlock. Wolf struggles for a few moments before turning around and reversing the chinlock into a hammerlock, but Laz immediately fires off a rear elbow, breaking Dustin’s grip.

Jon McDaniel: And it seems as though both men have been rather even thus far.

Corey locks Dustin into a side headlock and then takes him down to the mat, keeping the headlock applied. Both of Kelser’s shoulders lay flat on the mat.

1!

Wolf gets a shoulder up, and Laz wrenches the side headlock in a little more, his muscles flexed due to his grip.

Young: Sound strategy here. It’s not often that Wolf is taken down to the mat by somebody, so Corey has been scouting him.

Dustin puts both of his shoulders down on the mat again.

1!

His legs come up from the mat, wrapping around Laz’s head.

2!

Jon McDaniel: And Wolf breaks the hold and turns it into a headscissors!

Laz immediately gets a hand between his neck and Dustin’s thigh as Wolf sits up, looking for a bit of leverage.

Young: See his hand in there?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah.

Young: That’s Laz’s way of making sure that the blood still flows through his carotid artery. Holds like this, as well as all of the sleeper variations, don’t cut off oxygen flow to the lungs, they cut off blood flow to the brain.

Dustin falls back once to give Laz’s head a quick jerk, sitting back up immediately. He falls back again, and Corey turns his body once more, standing up on his feet so that he somewhat resembles an ostrich with its head in the sand. He does a headstand, and Wolf nods before delivering a quick jab to both sets of Corey’s ribs with both of his hands.

Jon McDaniel: Dustin blocks the reversal attempt.

Laz does another headstand, and Wolf meets him with the same pair of quick jabs to the ribs, sending him back to his feet.

Young: Don’t go to the well too many times, Core. Dustin’s not going to be tricked that easily.

Corey does another headstand, this time letting his momentum carry him over on top of Dustin, forcing both of Wolf’s shoulders to the mat.

1!

2!!

Wolf releases his headscissors hold and twists his body around, placing Corey’s shoulders down with a crucifix-style pin.

1!

2!!

Corey kicks out and rolls backwards immediately to his feet, leaping forward and catching Dustin with an Oklahoma Roll.

1!

2!!

Kelser reverses it into a basic lateral press, quickly hooking both of Corey’s legs into something resembling an inside cradle.

1!

2!!

Laz reverses the pseudo-inside cradle into one of his own.

1!

2!!

Dustin kicks out and rolls away from Corey, kipping up to his feet. Laz rises to a knee, his eyes not leaving Wolf’s. The two men glare at each other as Lazarus rises to his feet, his fists up in a standard Muay Thai position as Dustin crouches down, one fist clenched and his other hand open, ready to either strike or grapple. The fans applaud as neither man moves from their most recent positions, Corey in the center of the ring and Dustin in a neutral corner as a dual chant starts up.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

Brian Rentfro: And this audience seems to be split right down the middle, just like most crowds nowadays.

Young: But at least these people are split because they actually know who these men are, not just because they want to sound cool.

Brian Rentfro: I’ll at least give them that.

Jon McDaniel: Laz comes back to his feet as Wolf takes a few steps out of the corner.

Corey connects with a low roundhouse kick to Dustin’s left knee, and Wolf fires off one of his own. Both men quickly hop away from the other before taking a step back in, their stances unchanged.

Jon McDaniel: Another trade-off of kicks…and Corey explodes with elbows and forearms!

Lazarus forces Dustin back into the neutral corner, nailing a quick succession of downward elbows and forearms before locking Kelser in a clinch and striking him with knees. Wolf covers up, softening the majority of the shots, and Laz delivers a quick European uppercut, stunning Wolf in the corner. Laz grabs Wolf’s wrist and then whips him across the ring into the other neutral corner, charging in and connecting a corner splash.

Brian Rentfro: And all of the air in Dustin’s lungs has just been forced out!

Corey nails another pair of forearms to Dustin’s face, and then whips him back across to the initial neutral corner. Corey holds up a single finger, nodding, and then charges in again for another corner splash.

Young: And Dustin rolls out of the way!

Corey crashes sternum-first into the top turnbuckle, and he turns, stunned and gasping for breath. Kelser surprises him with a boot to the chest, using Corey as a springboard to backflip.

Jon McDaniel: The Folha Seca!

Brian Rentfro: Huh?

Young: It’s been one of Wolf’s signature moves for years, Brian, and you damn well know it.

Brian Rentfro: Where does the hostility come from?

Young: Because you always look to put yourself over at the cost of the talent in the ring, and frankly? A lot of us are fucking sick and tired of it. Now shut your mouth and do your job.

Jon McDaniel: Gentlemen, PLEASE!

After connecting with the Folha Seca, Dustin crouches, readying himself for another attack. The impact stuns Laz, and he stumbles out of the corner, gasping for air. Wolf quickly leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, his back to Corey, and dives backwards, catching him with a beautiful rewind hurricanrana.

Jon McDaniel: Wolfensteiner!!

Dustin holds onto Corey’s legs, leaning forward as he uses his body weight to force his shoulders to the mat.

1!

2!!

3…KICKOUT!!!

Laz rolls onto his stomach as Wolf rises to his feet, flabbergasted that the Wolfensteiner didn’t get a 3-count. Dustin looks down at Corey, and then stomps him in the back of the head before stepping out onto the apron, eyeing Price at ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t worry about Gregory Price, Wolf. The man you really need to worry about is still in the ring.

Thunderwolf waits, pulling back on the top rope. Corey rises to a knee in the ring, rubbing the back of his head, and then stands up, raising both eyebrows as he admits his surprise. He turns as Kelser leaps up onto the top rope, flying off with a back elbow that sends Corey down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Springboard back elbow!

1!

2!!

Corey gets a shoulder up right at the 2, and Kelser doesn’t even make a move about it. He drops a knee into Laz’s midsection, and then another to Laz’s left arm. Corey flinches and sits up, but Kelser shoves him back down to the canvas, nailing another knee onto his left arm.

Young: Wolf’s just looking for any sort of advantage he can get here. He knows he’s got a hell of a war ahead of him, so searching for any possible chinks in the proverbial armor is a great strategy.

Brian Rentfro: Let’s not forget that he could be making those chinks in the armor as he looks for them.

Young: Solid point.

Another knee to Corey’s left arm, and then Dustin locks him into a jujigatame.

Jon McDaniel: Jujigatame by Thunderwolf, and it Laz is trying to break it.

Young: The jujigatame is such a simple move in theory, but it’s oddly difficult to lock on once you’re actually in the ring.

Wolf lifts up his right leg and then slams it down across Corey’s collarbone, forcing him back down to the mat and allowing Dustin to cinch the hold in even tighter.

Young: Until recently, it was called the cross-armbreaker, but with the rise in popularity of Mixed Martial Arts the original Judo and Jiu Jitsu names of the moves began to make a rise in popularity.

Brian Rentfro: And Cliff Young, everybody, is willing to teach you the history of various holds for the low, low price of $99.99!

Corey rolls over to a knee, reaching down with his right hand and locking it around Dustin’s wrist.

Jon McDaniel: Corey looking to reverse the hold...

Young: If not reverse it, then at least release some of the pressure.

Dustin scrapes the bottom of his shoe across Corey’s face, sending him back down to the mat, and Laz turns his legs towards Dustin, rising up to his knees again. Kelser pulls on Corey’s elbow again, but Laz stands up, stomping quick on Wolf’s face to break the hold. Laz backs away, shaking out his left arm, and Dustin quickly rolls to his feet, charging in with a clothesline to the back of Laz’s head, sending him face-first into the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: A full-arm Dragon twist by Kelser, he climbs up top, backflip, armdrag!!

Laz rises to his feet in the opposite corner, and Kelser charges, looking for a corner splash. Laz ducks down and throws Wolf up into the corner, but Wolf lands with his feet on the top turnbuckle. Corey’s back is turned, and Dustin leaps back for another Wolfensteiner.

Jon McDaniel: Wolfensteiner number 2...

Kelser flips backwards, looking to hurricanrana Laz over, but Corey stays on his feet, lifting Dustin back up before charging to the center of the ring, dropping him with a running LygerBomb.

Brian Rentfro: But Laz reverses it into a running LygerBomb!

1!

2!!

Dustin gets his shoulder up, and Laz rolls away, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Young: Dustin, as much as I love the guy, needs to remember that he’s dealing with a man who knows him inside and out. He already surprised Laz once with the Wolfensteiner, but trying it again so soon was a big mistake.

Laz brings Wolf to his feet, and then whips him into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop, but Wolf lands on his feet. Laz turns around, and Wolf hits a knife-edge chop.

Fans: WHOO!!

Laz hits one of his own.

Fans: WHOO!!

And Dustin nails a forearm to the face, followed immediately by Corey returning the favor. The two men grab each other by the back of their necks, trading forearms back and forth once again.

Jon McDaniel: And the more things change, the more things stay the same!

Brian Rentfro: What?

Young: We’re seeing a replay of what’s already happened, fool.

Laz, once again, gets the upper hand, and hits a series of forearms that sends Wolf back into his corner. Laz fires off with a trio of knife-edge chops...

Fans: WHOO!! WHOO!! WHOO!!

...before whipping Wolf across the ring.

Jon McDaniel: But Dustin counters!

Wolf turns the whip attempt into a short-arm tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, landing the small of Corey’s back across his braced knee.

Young: Genius quick thinking by Kelser right there! He may have driven his injured knee, the permanently damaged ACL that I gave him years ago at Final Notice, and that could cost him, but he also put his knee brace right into Corey’s back, which has got to do more immediate damage to Laz than it does Wolf.

Dustin quickly rolls Laz onto his side, nailing a soccer kick to his lower back before dropping a knee into it. He then places both of his knees into the small of Laz’s back, folding Corey’s legs over one another and grabbing his chin, rolling backwards into a Bow and Arrow hold.

Brian Rentfro: Wolf’s looking for Corey to tap out again!

Dustin cranks the hold in, but Corey, stuck in the move, shifts his weight ever-so-slightly towards Dustin’s shoulders, pinning them to the mat.

1!

2!!

Wolf breaks the hold, thus kicking out of the pin, and then jumps to his feet, getting into the ref’s face.

Thunderwolf: Hey, what the fuck?!

Ref: Your shoulders were on the mat, Wolf! It was a pin!

Kelser shakes his head, and then turns to Laz, who rises up and catches him with a quick inside cradle.

1!

2!!

Dustin reverses it into one of his own.

1!

2!!

Corey kicks out, and hits a quick soccer kick to the crown of Dustin’s head, stunning him. Laz then lifts him up to his feet and raises him high into the air with a stalling vertical suplex, taking a couple of steps towards the center of the ring before dropping Wolf down with a stiff brainbuster.

1!

2!!

Wolf kicks out, and immediately fires off a back elbow to Corey’s jaw, sending the Hollywood Kid back a few steps. Wolf jumps to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs, and then hits the ropes, charging Laz. Corey ducks under a lariat attempt, but Wolf stops in mid-step, locking on a rear waistlock before dumping Laz with a brutal high-angle release German Suplex.

Young: AMAZING move by Dustin!

Wolf doesn’t even go for a cover, bringing Laz to his feet to inflict more damage as the fans begin cheering. A pair of forearms sends Corey against the set of ropes near the ramp, and Wolf hits the opposite set of ropes, rebounding and connecting with a clothesline that sends Corey out to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: And the action spills outside!

Kelser crouches down, glaring at Corey as Price runs over to aid him up to his feet. Laz gets up after a few moments on the outside, and Dustin hits the ropes. Price hands Corey his Aquafina just as Dustin flies over the top rope with a swan dive somersault plancha, crashing down onto both Laz and Price.

Young: And a picture-perfect swan-dive tope con hilo sends Laz and Price down!

Dustin immediately jumps to his feet, ignoring the screaming fans all around him at ringside.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Jon McDaniel: And most men right now would be basking in the adulation that these fans are giving them, but not Dustin Kelser, and not tonight!

Young: I should note, guys, that Dustin has cut out the majority of his aerial offense over the years due to both his superior knowledge of submissions and the toll that various injuries have taken on him. He’ll still fly, but mostly sparingly, and so for him to bust this out tonight?

Dustin brings Laz back to his feet and then slides him into the ring, rolling in right after.

Young: That’s a sign to just how fucking important this match is to him.

Kelser covers Corey, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

Corey gets his shoulder up, and Dustin nails a few rights to his face before bringing him to his feet. He sends Laz into a neutral corner as Price scrambles to his feet on the outside, falling into the crowd barrier a few times in the process, and then sits him on the top rope, nailing a leaping shotei to keep him in place.

Jon McDaniel: Dustin up top with Laz...aaaaaaannnd...SUPERPLEX!

Both men crash down on the canvas, lying motionless for a few seconds. Dustin floats over, shoving his forearm into Laz’s face as he looks to the referee.

1!

2!!

3...KICKOUT!!

Jon McDaniel: And Laz kicks out!!

Corey rolls onto his stomach as Dustin sits up, staring over at Enika.

Brian Rentfro: Why aren’t they just going balls to the wall yet?

Young: Because both of these men are WRESTLERS above all. Dustin’s had his fair share of violent matches throughout his career, and we all know about Corey’s history in that department, but neither man is willing to let their emotions get the best of them just yet.

Thunderwolf rises to his feet, wiping sweat from his forehead, and then stomps Corey quick in the lower back.

Jon McDaniel: Kelser’s going right back on the attack to Laz’s back.

Young: Take out a man’s back and you take out the vast majority of his offense.

Kelser drops another braced knee into Laz’s back, and then another, and another, and another. Corey’s face screams in silent agony, his eyes varying between wide open and shut tight. Dustin places his braced knee firmly against Corey’s back, and then hooks him with a chinlock, pulling back on Corey’s neck.

Jon McDaniel: And a Camel Clutch variation now as Dustin keeps his knee driven into Corey’s lower back.

Brian Rentfro: Both of these men must be drained pretty bad if Dustin’s resorting to generic submission holds instead of those funky Capoeria moves he’s known for.

Young: I taught Wolf the finer art of submission wrestling a long time ago, Brian, and he’s making the best use of it right now. He has picture-perfect leverage on Laz right here, and I won’t be surprised if Corey actually taps out just to get to that 30-second rest period.

Ref: Corey, do you give up?!

Laz shakes his head, clenching his teeth. Kelser pulls back harder on the move, and then relaxes it a little bit before quickly leaning back again with it, forcing a scream of pain from Corey’s lungs.

Ref: Corey, do you give up?!

Corey reaches behind him and grabs Wolf’s knee, the one digging into his back. He then leans himself further into the hold, causing his back to bend more, eliciting another agonizing shout. Laz then swings his other hand back, nailing Dustin between the legs. Kelser quickly coils back into a fetal position, releasing the hold, and Lazarus crawls to the nearest set of ropes, pulling himself to a knee with their aid.

Brian Rentfro: That’s what I’m talking about!

Young: Laz has made it a major point to not go for shortcuts in the last five years or so of his career, but he knows that a shot downstairs was the only way to get Dustin to break the hold.

Wolf rises to his feet, shaking out his legs as he rubs his crotch. Lazarus pulls himself to his, holding his lower back, and Wolf shoots in, locking on a rear waistlock.

Jon McDaniel: German suplex...NO!

Corey somehow manages to flip out and land in a crouched position. Kelser quickly realizes this and jumps to his feet, turning to strike, but he is caught off-guard with a surprise Boomerang Kick!

Brian Rentfro: END CREDITS!! LAZ HIT THE END CREDITS!!

Wolf falls down like a sack of bricks, but Corey can’t make the cover, lying face-down on the canvas and holding his lower back, kicking the mat here and there as he grunts through clenched teeth.

Jon McDaniel: And Dustin never saw it coming!

Young: Laz hasn’t used the End Credits as an all-out surprise strike in quite some time. If I know Dustin even half as well as I think I do? He’s not knocked out just yet. He’s waiting, formulating a plan.

The crowd’s roar grows in volume with each passing second, and Corey rises to his feet, stretching his back out over the top rope before looking out around the arena, and then focusing on Enika at ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, what’s he going to do now?

Corey drags his thumb across his throat, staring at Enika as he does it, and the fans go wild.

Young: Don’t show off, Laz, just go and get shit done. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that.

Lazarus walks over to Wolf, reaching down to bring him to his feet. Dustin nails a stiff European uppercut that sends Laz staggering back into the ropes, and then Wolf kips up to his feet. He charges in at Laz, wailing away with rights, lefts, and clinch knees. Corey blocks the majority of the strikes from connecting, though, and then ducks a clothesline attempt, going behind Wolf and locking on a full nelson.

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus with a Dragon suplex...NO, DUSTIN BLOCKS IT WITH A VICTORY ROLL!!

1!

2!!

Corey kicks out defiantly, rolling right to his feet. Wolf misses with a superkick, and then Laz misses with one of his own. Kelser locks on a sleeperhold, but Corey turns his body in, locking on a side rear waistlock. He lifts Wolf up off of his feet, but Kelser turns his body around and reverses it into a crossbody.

1!

2!!

Laz rolls backwards, lifting Wolf up in a Fallaway Slam position. Wolf fires off with a series of elbows to the side of Corey’s head, forcing him to release him. Wolf hits the ropes and then leaps up onto Corey’s shoulders, looking for another Victory Roll.

Jon McDaniel: Another Victory Roll...NO!!

Just as Dustin leans forward to roll through, Lazarus shoves him off of his shoulders. Dustin lands on his feet, and Corey immediately picks him up into an Argentine Rack, drawing a MASSIVE pop from the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: MERCURY DRIVER!! THE ENTIRE MATCH IS OVER RIGHT NOW!!

Corey goes to pull Wolf down into the kneeling piledriver to complete the move, but Dustin lands on his feet as Laz drops to his knees. Corey looks up, shocked that Wolf reversed the move, and gets a boot to the face for his hesitation.

Young: If anybody besides Corey and myself know the best way to reverse the Mercury Driver, it’s Dustin fucking Kelser.

Jon McDaniel: Mist! Mist! WOLF’S BANE!!

Brian Rentfro: BUT COREY BLOCKED IT!!

Dustin backs up, the remnants of his blue mist staining around his lower lip, and Lazarus moves his arms, stained blue from the mist, away from his face. He boots Dustin in the midsection and then goes behind him, locking him in for a Cradle Backdrop Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: CINEPLEX!!

Laz gets Wolf up off of the mat, but Dustin nails a solid punch to Corey’s face, breaking the move.

Young: NO!!

Thunderwolf kicks Laz in the gut, doubling him over, and then locks him into a Butterfly hold.

Fans: CRY!! CRY!!

Jon McDaniel: And Dustin’s busting out the Cry of the Wolf!!

Lazarus struggles to break free, but Kelser nails a pair of knees to his midsection, knocking the wind, and the fight, right out of him. Wolf lifts Corey up into the air to finish the Butterfly Implant DDT he’s most famous for...

Jon McDaniel: COREY REVERSED IT!! COREY LAZARUS REVERSED THE CRY OF THE WOLF!!

…but Laz forces himself back down to the mat, landing on his feet. He breaks the Butterfly hold, and then twists Dustin’s arm around quick before nailing a knee to his midsection. He locks on a front facelock and cradles Kelser’s leg, lifting him up high before planting him with a kneeling high-angle Fisherman’s powerbomb!!

McDaniel/Brian Rentfro: BOX OFFICE BOMB!!

Corey keeps the cradled leg, leaning forward with all of his weight across Dustin’s shoulders.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Corey rolls off of Wolf, lying on his back for a second before raising his hands up in victory, sitting up to bask in his victory.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t fucking believe it!

Brian Rentfro: Since when do YOU curse?!

Young: For the first time in Corey’s career, he’s actually pinned Dustin Kelser!! I can’t even fucking believe it!!

Corey rises to his feet and runs over to his corner, leaping up onto the middle rope and holding both of his fists in the air.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the first fall, at 25 minutes and 16 seconds...COREY LAZARUS!!

Fans: L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!!

Eric Emerson: There will now be a 30-second rest period.

Corey keeps pumping his fists in the air, taking bows. On the other side of the ring, Enika enters the ring to help Dustin get to his feet, pouring some water over his head and sponging it over his face.

Enika: Are you okay?

Thunderwolf: Yeah...he just shook me up a little bit. He caught me by surprise, that’s all...

The referee makes his way over to Wolf's corner, and Enika steps back out onto the apron before hopping to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Corey’s acting like he won the entire match!

Young: Give him a moment. He’ll calm down and realize there’s still another fall he has to go through.

Price jumps up onto the apron, holding Corey’s bottle of Aquafina. Corey hops back down to the mat, and slaps a high-five with his agent. Gregory hands him his water, and Corey takes a few sips. Price whispers something into Corey’s ear, and his smile widens as he sees Dustin just barely pulling himself to his feet across the ring, his eyes glazed over.
DING DING DING!!!

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus rushes in, and he's bringing the fight right away!!

Corey has Dustin trapped in his corner, nailing him with vicious elbow after stiff knee after vicious elbow after stiff knee, and then backs up, landing a few punches into Wolf's midsection. He nails a back elbow, sending Dustin down into a pile against the bottom turnbuckle, and backs up, holding his hands out to his sides.

Lazarus: YEAH, WHAT?!

Corey boots Dustin in the face, and then grabs the top rope for leverage as he digs the sole of his boot into Dustin's throat, choking him.

Brian Rentfro: And that mean streak that Laz has showed us time and time again throughout his career is coming back out!

Young: He showed a little of it when he hit Dustin low to break that Camel Clutch, and now he's just trying to choke Dustin out completely.

Corey takes his foot off of Dustin's throat, raising a fist into the air as he looks down at his long-time rival, glaring at his former friend. He grabs the top rope again and begins booting Dustin in the chest and face, stomp after stomp after stomp. He places his foot on Dustin's face, and then scrapes his boot across his cheek. Corey looks out around the crowd, their emotions stirring, and cups his ear, focusing his hearing towards the faint "L-A-Z" chant.

Fans: L-A-Z! L-A-Z!

Lazarus nods, and then focuses on Wolf trying to pull himself up, using the middle ropes to do so. Corey shrugs, and then boots Wolf in the face, sending him back down.

Jon McDaniel: Boot to the face...and ANOTHER bootscrape!

Young: Laz hits the ropes!

Corey charges in off of the ropes, and scrapes his boot across Dustin's face, turning Wolf around in the process. Kelser grabs his cheek, eyes squinted shut in pain, and spits repeatedly onto the apron.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, that's certainly not hygienic.

Young: He's checking for blood, Brian.

Jon McDaniel: Laz off the ropes again...!

Corey charges back, looking for another running bootscrape, but Wolf dives forward and takes Corey down with a drop toehold, dropping him throat-first on the bottom rope. Kelser pulls himself to his feet with the top rope, and nails a pair of kicks to Corey's ribs before landing a trio of stomps to the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf hits the ropes, he leaps over the top...!

Dustin floats over the top rope above Laz, twisting in mid-air and grabbing the top rope before swinging in, nailing both of his feet into Corey's face, sending the L-A-Z tumbling back into the center of the ring from the impact, clutching at his face.

Jon McDaniel: PUNK STATIK PARANOIA!!

Lazarus rises to a knee, grabbing his face, and then forces himself to his feet, his back to Dustin.

Young: Wolf's looking to move...

Corey turns, and Wolf springboards to the top rope, corkscrewing around so that his back is to the ring. He then leaps off, corkscrewing back around to face Corey, and locks on a front facelock, swinging around with a tornado DDT attempt.

Jon McDaniel: VAPOR TRANSMISSIONS!!

Brian Rentfro: NO!

Corey keeps the tornado spin going another 360 degrees, and then shoves Wolf away. He nails a high roundhouse kick, stunning Dustin, and then whips him into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf rebounds, ducks a clothesline, Laz leapfrogs him, Wolf cartwheels away from a reverse monkey flip, Laz blocks a dropkick, and Wolf dodges an elbow drop, both men up...!

The fans stir as both men continuously reverse and evade the other. Laz ducks a high roundhouse, Wolf returns the favor, both men try dropkicks and miss their mark before rising up to their feet and rushing it, rights and lefts galore blocked and ducked. Wolf catches a left hand and then hiptosses Laz down to the canvas, nailing a brutal soccer kick to the center of his spine. Laz lets out a quick shout of pain, and Wolf hits the ropes, coming back with a diving knee to the side of Corey's head, knocking him down to the canvas.

Young: Sliding Busaiku Knee! I can safely say that I've never seen anybody do that, let alone Dustin.

Wolf turns Corey over onto his back, hooking both of his legs with a banana split-like cradle.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Corey gets a shoulder up, prompting Wolf to release the cradle, looking up at the ref.

Brian Rentfro: And Laz stays alive!

Dustin nails Corey in the face with a pair of back elbows, and then hooks both legs, leaning in with it.

1!

2!!

Corey gets a shoulder up again, and Wolf sits up, looking dead ahead at Enika. She points to the ropes, screaming something inaudible, and Dustin nods, taking a deep breath. He sits up, and then stomps Laz in the ribs.

Young: Take away a man's ability to breathe, and you'll see how quickly he falls.

Wolf brings Corey to his feet, and then nails a knife-edge chop.

Fans: WHOO!!

And another.

Fans: WHOO!!

Corey goes to retaliate with a chop of his own, but Wolf ducks it, nailing an enziguri to bring Laz down to a knee.

Jon McDaniel: And a stiff enziguri takes Laz down. Wolf off the ropes...!

Corey leaps up and goes for a spinning wheel kick, looking to catch Wolf off-guard, but Dustin ducks under his leg, leaping onto the top ropes behind him. Laz turns around, and Dustin comes off with a corkscrew roundhouse kick, knocking Laz down to the mat in a heap. He immediately makes the cover.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: And an Ante Up only gets a 2!

Young: Busting out one of Enika's trademarks was sound strategy, and it looks like he planned that right from the beginning, as soon as Laz kicked out.

Wolf brings Corey to his feet, and then boots him in the midsection, nailing a quick snap suplex down to the canvas. He floats over, bringing Laz back to his feet before sending him down with another snap suplex. Dustin rolls back to his feet, bringing Corey with him, and lifts him up high, holding him there.

Brian Rentfro: And the blood's rushing to Corey's head.

Laz fires off a right hand to Dustin's face, and then brings a knee down, driving it into Wolf's forehead. Wolf drops Laz back down to his feet, and Corey fires off a kick to the back of his braced knee, dropping him down to one. A stiff kick to Dustin's chest follows, and then another to his mid-back. Corey hits the ropes...

Jon McDaniel: Coming Attractions...NO!

...but Wolf jumps up and captures Corey's leg, preventing the knee to the back of his head that would complete the Coming Attractions. Laz takes a swing with his right hand that Dustin backs away from, still holding onto his leg, and Wolf nails him with a quick Dragon Screw, sending Laz down to the mat.

Young: And a GREAT way to try to neutralize Corey's offense. He's been known the world over for his devastating kicks, and Wolf knows that. It looks like he willingly gave up that first fall, because this second fall has been all about Wolf since he hit the PSP.

Corey rolls out onto the apron, rubbing his knee. He rises to his feet as Price comes over, and Laz waves him away. Wolf shoots in with a spear attempt through the ropes, but Laz sidesteps it, prompting Dustin to grab the ropes and stop himself mid-move. Lazarus goes for a big field goal kick, but Wolf catches his leg, pulling it through the ropes. Laz goes to pull away, and Dustin tugs him back in, crotching Corey over the middle rope. Dustin then backs up, looking on as Laz tries to catch his breath.

Brian Rentfro: I don't care who you are, but a shot that low can knock the wind right out of you.

Kelser does a leaping cartwheel towards Corey, and then connects with a quick Superkick to his jaw, sending him flying off of the apron and to the floor below.

Jon McDaniel: A Sweet Dreams Kick sends Laz out to the floor!

Dustin smiles, running a hand through his hair, and holds up a peace sign, his eyes not once leaving Corey on the floor.

Brian Rentfro: And Dustin decides that it's finally time to do some showboating.

Young: Not smart, buddy. Go out there, keep taking the fight to Corey, and get him back in the ring where you can pin him or make him tap. Whenever you let Laz gather his wits...

Corey rises to a knee, rubbing his jaw, and looks up at Kelser in the ring. Corey rises to his feet, stretching out his leg, and then jogs in place, pointing at Dustin, waving for him to join him on the floor.

Young: ...he formulates a plan.

Kelser points to the ring, nodding and then waving Corey in. Lazarus shakes his head, and then backs up the ramp a little bit, waving for Wolf to join him on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: While many of the younger fans may know all about Corey's hardcore exploits, if you go and ask your older brothers and sisters, or maybe even your parents, they'll all be more than willing to tell you that the reason Thunderwolf initially gained popularity was for how much blood he could shed, how much damage he could take, and still get back up.

Young: I remember those days VERY fondly, Jon. Seeing Dustin get his ankle broken in the middle of a match, and then just continue on, treating it as little more than a minor inconvenience, was the moment I knew that he had all of the tools needed to be a true legend in this sport.

Dustin shrugs his shoulders, and then slides out of the ring, marching up to Corey. Laz keeps waving him in, and Dustin fakes a right hand, prompting Laz to move to block it. Dustin quickly sweeps Corey's legs out from underneath him, mounting him and dropping down rights and lefts.

Brian Rentfro: We've just got a streetfight now!

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure we all knew that this is what the match was going to turn into eventually, considering both men agreed to the No DQ clause!

Corey manages to break Dustin's advantage, turning over the position, and then starts raining down with his own rights and lefts. Dustin nails a surprise headbutt that sends Laz up to his feet, staggering back, and Kelser rises up, charging in with a big right hand that sends Corey falling into the guardrail. A pair of rights to Laz's head, and then Dustin backs up, charging forward before drilling his braced right knee into Corey's jaw.

Young: Laz's jaw could be broken!

Dustin slaps a few high-five's with the front row fans, and then points back to the ring. He brings Laz to his feet and whips him towards the ring, but Laz turns around mid-whip, stopping dead in his tracks to face Wolf, and then rolls forward, keeping his hold on Dustin's wrist as he connects with the heel of his boot to the crown of Dustin's head.

Jon McDaniel: Short-Arm Koppo Kick!!

Kelser falls back and rolls up against the guardrail, holding his head as he grits his teeth.

Brian Rentfro: Ouch! That one looked like it hurt.

Corey sits up, rubbing his jaw and knee, and looks over at Dustin, using the guardrail to pull himself to his feet. Lazarus stands up, bending and straightening his leg a few times, and then stalks up behind Wolf, nailing him in the back of the head with a pair of forearms. Kelser falls forward, and Laz pushes down on the back of his neck, choking him over the top of the guardrail.

Young: You just saw Corey trying to stretch out his knee right there before he attacked Thunderwolf, and he's lucky Dustin didn't see him, because that's a major chink in his armor.

Jon McDaniel: Lazarus whips Dustin across...!

A loud "SMACK~" is heard as Kelser's back connects with the steel guardrail, and the fans move away, getting up out of their seats. Corey once again bends and straightens his leg a few times, and then rushes Dustin, looking for a lariat.

Jon McDaniel: And Kelser back body drops Laz right into the crowd!

Corey lands across a few of the set-up chairs, skimming right off of their padded seats and landing on the concrete floor below, smashing a bucket of popcorn and a cup of soda beneath him. He sits right back up, holding his lower back, and Dustin shakes the cobwebs out, walking to the opposite guardrail and leaning on it to gather his bearings.

Brian Rentfro: And look at PWA Security, making sure that none of the fans get hurt!

Young: Don't you mean that none of the fans hurt Dustin or Corey?

Brian Rentfro: Do YOU think they'd really be able to hurt either one of them?

Young: Touché, Brian.

Corey pulls himself to his feet using the chairs around him, and turns around just in time to find Dustin soaring over the guardrail, tackling him down with a diving lariat. Both men fall into the chairs, with Laz's leg getting caught between the backrest and seat of one while Dustin's impact folds one in half the exact opposite way it was designed to fold.

Brian Rentfro: Holy shit!

Jon McDaniel: It doesn't look like either man is willing to stay down tonight!

Brian Rentfro: Thank you, captain obvious.

Young: No, thank YOU, captain overused cliché.

Dustin rises to a knee as the many Thunderwolf fans around him cheer and clap, and the few Lazarus fans give him the traditional thumbs down in addition to other hand gestures. Corey kicks the chair off of his leg, grabbing his knee, and then sits up, driving a pair of fists into his own knee.

Young: This isn't good for Corey, guys. Some very real damage might have been done to his knee, possibly a sprang or maybe even a torn ACL, and there's not a chance in hell that Dustin won't take advantage of that.

Jon McDaniel: Kelser back up to his feet, and he brings Corey up to his.

Wolf nails a big pair of rights to Corey's face, and then shoves him back up against the guardrail. Kelser back up, grabs a chair, and then tosses it at Corey, the unpadded back of it connecting with him as he just barely manages the get his arms up to block it, even if a little bit still connected with his head. Lazarus drops to a knee, blinking his eyes repeatedly, and opens his mouth, squinting quick before pushing himself back to his feet.

Young: Look at his eyes! Corey may have a concussion.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf rushes in with a KENKA KICK...NO!! COREY CATCHES HIM!!

Laz takes a step forward, and then launches Dustin over the guardrail and onto the floor with a release capture suplex. Lazarus drops back down to a knee, and then leans against the guardrail, pulling himself to his feet almost immediately. Dustin, on the floor, crawls on all four's towards the entrance ramp before rising to his feet, shaking his head. Wolf drops down to a knee, and grabs the back of his neck.

Brian Rentfro: Wolf landed awkwardly after that surprise capture suplex, and he might have injured his neck on the floor.

Corey steps over the guardrail, and then walks with a slight limp to Dustin, booting him in the side of the head. Kelser falls down to the floor, and then grabs the guardrail, pulling himself to his feet. Laz points back at the ring and then grabs a handful of Dustin's hair, looking to drag him back down the ramp to the ring. They walk a few steps, and Wolf nails Laz in the back of the hurt knee with a swift kick, sending the Hollywood Kid down to one. Dustin drives a few quick knees into the side of Laz's head, and then brings him up to his feet, stepping a leg behind him and then connecting with an elbow to his chest as he simultaneously sweeps out his legs from beneath him.

Young: Dustin sends him right back down to the floor with a Vingativa!

Kelser drops to a knee himself, still clutching his neck, and then rises to his feet, breathing heavy, and his eyes wide. Thunderwolf turns around slowly, looking at each section of the crowd as Corey crawls over the guardrail, using it to pull himself to his feet. At ringside, Price is shouting for Laz to get to his feet while Enika shouts for Wolf to finish Laz off. Dustin reaches over the guardrail, and grabs another padded chair. He rips it over the guardrail, and then digs his fingers into the fabric on one side, ripping off a chunk of the padding.

Jon McDaniel: Kelser's got that crazy look in his eye!

Wolf pulls more of the padding off of the chair, and more, and more, until there are only sporadic bits left glued to the steel base of the seat. Corey stalks up behind him, looking to surprise him with a double axehandle, but Dustin catches him off guard with a single mule kick behind him to Laz's gut, sending his former friend down to all four's.

Young: A surprise Chapa de Costas sends Laz back to the floor!

Dustin folds the chair up, and then turns around, holding the chair at his side. He glares down at Corey, his body shaking with rage, and then raises the chair high up above his head, bringing it down across Laz's back.

Brian Rentfro: Did you hear the CRACK~ of the chair across Corey's back?!

Jon McDaniel: Another!

Wolf delivers another pair of chair shots to Laz's back, and then hits him with a stomp to his hurt knee. Laz sits up, clutching at his knee, and Wolf nails him with a steel chair golf slice, releasing the chair mid-swing so that it connects with Corey's face before falling to the floor. Laz rolls over, clutching his head, and we see blood begin to pool on the floor beneath him.

Brian Rentfro: And Laz is busted wide open!

Dustin brings Corey up to his knees and then pounds away on the wound with jab after jab, forcing more blood out of it. Wolf picks up the chair, but then looks at it, shaking his head. He throws the chair against the guardrail, and boots Corey in the face, sending the L-A-Z back down to the floor.

Young: Dammit, Dustin, get it done in the ring! Prove you're the better man IN THE RING!

Wolf takes a quick breather, dropping down to a knee as he clutches the back of his neck again. Corey, his face almost completely covered with blood, crawls over to the guardrail, pulling himself up to a seated position. Kelser rises back to his feet, and then looks over at the ring, taking a few steps forward.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like Dustin wants to bring this back to the ring.

Corey pulls himself to his feet, and then stumbles forward, falling over and rolling to a knee.

Brian Rentfro: It looks like Laz may have taken a little too much damage already.

Dustin reaches the ring, pulling himself up onto the apron. He goes to take a step between the ropes, but then stops himself, looking over at Lazarus, who is barely standing on his own, using the guardrail and Gregory Price to hold himself up. Dustin looks over at Enika, whose glares of hatred focus on Corey, and then back at Laz and Price, the latter helping the former get off of the guardrail.

Jon McDaniel: What…what’s Dustin doing?

Wolf steps back out onto the apron and then climbs down to the floor, lifting up the ring apron itself and looking underneath the ring, drawing a huge pop from the crowd.

Young: Thunderwolf’s looking to finish it, right here and now! He’s looking to send a message to Corey, to prove that he can go more hardcore than Laz can!

Dustin pulls a table out from underneath the ring, dropping it on the floor. He looks over at Enika, and then back at Laz and Price. Gregory tries to hurry Corey away from the guardrail as Wolf reaches down, lifting the table onto its side as he pulls the legs out, locking them in place.

Fans: TA-BLE!! TA-BLE!! TA-BLE!! TA-BLE!!

Brian Rentfro: Obviously that’s what it is!

Kelser flips the table back over, patting the top to show that it’s sturdy enough to stand on its own. He points over at Corey, and walks around the table, marching towards his opponent. Price takes a step towards Wolf, and gets a big right hand that sends him flying away to the floor. Laz drops to a knee, and Dustin nails him with a pair of big rights, stunning him again. He brings Lazarus to his feet, and then walks him over to the table, slamming his face against it.

Jon McDaniel: BIG slam into the table right there!

Thunderwolf pushes Corey onto the table, and then climbs onto it himself, standing up with a hold on Laz’s head, lifting Corey to his feet. He locks Laz’s head between his thighs with a standing headscissors, and then points upwards, nodding his head and drawing another pop.

Young: He’s going to give Laz a piledriver right through the table! He’s going to END this!

Wolf clenches his fists and quickly pumps them down before he wraps his arms around Laz’s waist with a reverse rear waistlock. Dustin goes to lift Laz up, but Corey drops to a knee, preventing it from happening. Dustin nails a pair of shots to Laz’s upper back, and then goes to lift him again. Corey, once again, drops to a knee, blocking the move from happening.

Jon McDaniel: Laz is still in this one! He’s still in it!

Corey pulls his head out from between Dustin’s legs, and nails a pair of rights to his midsection, doubling him over. Corey nails a downward elbow to the back of Wolf’s neck, and then steps onto the apron, placing Kelser’s head between his thighs.

Brian Rentfro: No! Laz is looking to put WOLF through the table!!

Lazarus skips over the taunting, and grabs Wolf with a reverse rear waistlock. He hoists Dustin up and off of the table, looking for a powerbomb through the table.

Young: LYGERBOMB...

Jon McDaniel: NO!!

Dustin nails a series of rights to Laz’s bloodied face, forcing Corey against the top rope. He looks behind him quick, focusing on the table, and then leans back, looking to toss Corey through it.

Jon McDaniel: HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE TABLE...

Brian Rentfro: NO!!

Corey holds onto Wolf, not budging. He whips Dustin back up for the LygerBomb, but Dustin uses the momentum of the upswing to send himself over the top rope, landing in the ring. He stumbles forward, limping quick, and then turns around as Corey does.

Young: It looks like Wolf may have jarred his knee right there.

Wolf goes for a right hand, but Laz blocks it, connecting with one of his own that sends Wolf reeling back. Corey quickly reaches over the top rope, grabbing Dustin’s head, and brings him in, locking him in a front facelock before draping Wolf’s arm over his shoulder. Corey reaches down, locking his hand around the waist of Dustin’s pants, and then heaves him up vertically.

Brian Rentfro: Vertical suplex!! Through the table!!

Jon McDaniel: WOLF REVERSES IT!!

Dustin kicks his legs, and lands back in the ring, keeping the suplex position locked on. He lifts Corey up vertically, taking a few steps backwards into the ring, and then swings him forward, using the momentum of Laz’s legs bouncing off of the top rope to lift Corey vertically again. Kelser releases Lazarus and turns around, locking on a cravate hold as he falls to a leaning position, landing with a Cutter.

Young: SLINGSHOT FALSE DESTINY!! SLINGSHOT FALSE DESTINY!! I’m amazed he pulled it off, but I’m glad he did!!

Wolf rolls to his side as Corey does the same, and Dustin grabs the bottom rope, trying to pull himself to his feet.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Kelser pulls himself to his knees and turns around, rushing over to Laz. He pushes Corey over and falls on top of him, putting all of his weight down on Laz’s chest.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: HE’S GOT IT!!

3...LAZ KICKS OUT!!!

Dustin jumps back up to his knees, grabbing his hair with both hands as he looks up at the ref, a complete look of pure, utter shock plastered across his face.

Young: I can’t fucking believe it...

Wolf crawls over to the ref, grabbing his shirt and yelling at him.

Thunderwolf: THAT WAS 3!! THAT WAS FUCKING 3!!

The ref holds up 2 fingers, and Dustin shakes his head, holding up 3. The ref holds up 2 fingers to the show audience, and Wolf releases his shirt, pounding his fist into the mat a few times.

Brian Rentfro: Wolf looks PISSED!!

Corey rolls onto his stomach and crawls over to the bottom rope, placing his arms over it as Price runs over, checking on his client.

Price: Laz! LAZ! You okay, man?! You need anything?!

Corey mumbles something, pointing near the table.

Price: What?!

Corey mumbles something else, pointing to the table again. Price raises an eyebrow, and Corey points near the table for a third time before Price nods, running around to the other side of the ring and reaching underneath it.

Brian Rentfro: What...what’s Price doing?

Wolf rises to his feet and turns around, walking over to Laz. He grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over…

Jon McDaniel: PSP NUMBER TWO...NO!

Laz rolls out of the way, rolling onto his back, and Dustin lands on his feet, a smirk on his face.

Young: He planned it!

Wolf springboards onto the top rope, turning around in mid-jump so that his back is to Laz, and then leaps backwards off of the top, turning around in mid-air before flipping forward in a 450-degree rotation, coming down with a body splash to Corey.

Jon McDaniel: LYCANTHROPE SPLA...!!

Brian Rentfro: BUT LAZ GETS HIS KNEES UP!!

Corey shoves both of his knees up, but Wolf lands on his feet, grabbing Corey’s hurt leg and rolling him over onto his stomach, tucking his other ankle behind his hurt knee and holding it there with his foot. Dustin leans back, wrenching in a vicious Haas of Pain, hyper-extending Corey’s already injured knee more and more.

Jon McDaniel: DRAMATICA! WOLF’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!

Young: It was a ploy all along!! Fake the PSP, fake the Lycanthrope, and lock on the Dramatica!!

Dustin leans forward, alleviating much of the pressure, and then nods, pulling back even tighter than before, lifting his leg straight up and, thus, lifting Laz’s legs straight up. Corey screams in pain, louder than when the hold was applied, and reaches forward.

Young: Do it, Laz! Tap now, take the 30 seconds to rest up, and then bring back the attack!

Brian Rentfro: A “live to fight another day” plan, eh?

Young: Exactly!

Corey, as if listening to Cliff at the commentary table, taps right away, prompting the ref to signal for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Dustin doesn’t release the Dramatica, and the ref grabs his hands, trying to force apart his interlocked fingers from the top of Corey’s boot. Kelser refuses to release the hold, and the ref yells something in his face, after which Wolf breaks the hold, rolling to his feet before walking over to his corner.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the second fall, at 43 minutes and 49 seconds...DUSTIN “THUNDERWOLF” KELSER!!

The fans roar with approval as Dustin holds his hands up in momentary victory, rubbing his neck. Lazarus doesn’t move, lying face-down on the mat as his blood coagulates, chunks of his crimson mask falling off onto the canvas. On the outside, we see that Price has pulled at least a dozen steel chairs out from underneath the ring, some unfolded and set up and others not.

Eric Emerson: There will now be a second, and final, 30-second rest period.

Gregory leaves his mass of chairs and jumps up onto the apron, leaning between the middle and bottom ropes, calling for his client.

Price: LAZ! COREY! C’MON, MAN, YOU NEED TO GET UP!

Corey doesn’t move. The ref walks over to him, dropping to a knee before checking his pulse, talking to him. Laz doesn’t respond, letting the fresh blood still draining from his head wound mix with the coagulated, gelatinous blood hanging from his flesh. Across the ring, Dustin sits down against the bottom and middle turnbuckles, breathing deeply while Enika rubs his shoulders.

Young: Neither man looks to be in that great of shape, guys.

Brian Rentfro: At nearly 45 minutes into this match, I’m genuinely shocked – SHOCKED – that either man is able to function at all.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf looks to be faring better than Lazarus following that second fall.

Wolf takes a few sips of water from a bottle Enika has handed to him, and then pours the rest over his head, wiping it away from his eyes. He grabs the top ropes, pulling himself to his feet. Miss Engel hops down from the apron, looking up at her on-again/off-again lover, and always close friend.

Enika: C’MON, DUSTIN!! YOU CAN DO IT!

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!!

Jon McDaniel: And these fans are just COMPLETELY torn down the middle tonight!

Young: After 10 years of giving these people some of the most compelling, brutal, and athletic matches in the history of this sport, it comes as no surprise – to me, anyway – that they’re both as beloved as they are.

Brian Rentfro: Are you just saying that because you had a big hand in both of their careers?

Young: No, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I take a lot of pride in that fact.

Corey finally moves, rolling onto his back, and the only motions he can muster are a quick wave to Price, causing his long-time agent and friend to drop off of the apron, visibly choking back any emotions. Gregory goes back to setting up the dozen chairs he has produced, placing 3 across from 3, their seats touching, and then 2 across from 2 on top of them.

Brian Rentfro: Way too premature for Price to be setting up that Million Dollar Pyramid on the outside, guys.

The ref looks at both men, holding up a hand to either. He looks at Wolf, who nods, shaking out his arms. He then looks over at Corey, who also returns a nod as he reaches up, wrapping a hand around the middle rope. The ref calls for the bell, backing away towards a neutral corner.
DING DING DING!!!

Jon McDaniel: Here comes Wolf, right away!

Dustin shoots in, grabbing the ankle of Corey’s hurt leg, and pulls him towards the center of the ring. Lazarus quickly grabs the middle rope with his other hand, holding on tightly. Kelser looks to pull him away, but Corey swings with a wild kick that Wolf just barely ducks.

Jon McDaniel: Laz lands on his feet...BACK ROUNDHOUSE...NO!!

Dustin ducks the back roundhouse attempt, still holding onto Corey’s leg, and then nails a Dragon Screw that sends Laz right down to the mat, clutching at his knee in agonizing pain.

Young: It’s over, just ring the bell. Laz won’t tap again, and Wolf’s not the kind of man who’s just going to ignore the smell of the blood in the water.

Thunderwolf rolls Corey over again, placing his free ankle behind his hurt knee, and falls back again, looking for the Dramatica once more.

Brian Rentfro: Laz planned it!!

Corey shoots his arm out as Dustin’s shoulders hit the mat, locking Dustin into a loose arm triangle. Kelser releases his grip of Laz’s leg, and begins throwing weak, close-range back elbows into the side of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf’s looking to break free!

Both men rise to their feet, Corey still trying to cinch in the arm triangle as Thunderwolf fires off back elbows. Laz is forced to break the hold due to the damage taken, and then drops to a knee. Wolf nails a pair of rights to Corey’s head, and then looks behind him quick before nailing another pair of them.

Young: Don’t take your eyes off of him, Dustin. You’ve already made that mistake more times than you should have tonight.

Wolf turns, rushing to the ropes, and rebounds, coming in with a Kenka Kick to Corey’s face. Laz staggers, bridging backwards on his knees so that the top of his head touches the mat. He rises himself back up, eyes visibly rolling into the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf off the ropes again...

Brian Rentfro: ANOTHER Kenka Kick!

Young: But Laz is back up again!

Corey shakes his head, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, and then flexes every muscle in his body, tightening his fists as he raises them at his sides. He looks up at Wolf, squinting to prevent his blood from entering his eyes, and Dustin shows a quick look of fear on his face before biting his lower lip, turning it into a rage-filled glare.

Lazarus: C’MON, YOU PUSSY, IS THAT ALL YOU FUCKING GOT?!

Dustin nails a big right hand to Corey’s face, hits the ropes, and drives another Kenka Kick into his face. Corey falls backwards to the mat, but quickly rolls to a knee, popping the crowd.

Lazarus: C’MON!!

Kelser hits the ropes again, and drives another Kenka Kick into Corey’s face. Laz falls down to the mat, lying their motionless as Dustin holds his hands up at his sides, smirking.

Thunderwolf: Are you done yet?!

Lazarus forces himself to his hands and knees, and then rises to a single knee, his fist placed firmly on the mat. His breathing goes heavy again as he rises to his feet, holding onto the top rope for support. His body shakes, and Wolf nails a knife-edge.

Fans: WHOO!!

Corey gives him no reaction, and Wolf fires off another one.

Fans: WHOO!!

Another.

Fans: WHOO!!

Jon McDaniel: And another!

Fans: WHOO!!

Corey falls into the ropes from the impact of the last one, and Dustin nails a pair of rights to his face, whipping him into the ropes.

Young: Corey reversed it!

Wolf rebounds, and Laz ducks under his arm, locking on another loose arm triangle, and then whips him over, dropping Kelser on the top of his head.

Brian Rentfro: BRUTAL Gargoyle suplex!

Wolf rises to his feet, leaning against the ropes, and Corey rushes in, nailing a massive flurry of clinch knees that keeps Dustin on the ropes, desperately trying to block whatever he can and failing to do so to most of them.

Jon McDaniel: AND LAZ HAS GONE BERSERK!!

Corey continues his attacking of clinch knees until Dustin finally captures his leg, nailing him in his hurt knee with a downward elbow thrust. Wolf fires off a pair of stiff forearms to Laz’s face, forcing him into the center of the ring. Kelser pulls quickly on Laz’s leg, bringing him closer, and then releases it, lifting Corey up into a Tilt-A-Whirl predicament before sending him down to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Salga de la Musica!

Dustin rolls forward, hooking both of Laz’s legs in a jackknife pin.

1!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Laz kicked out!!!

Corey, having broken up the pinfall attempt via a wrap-around shot to Wolf’s ribs, locks on a reverse rear waistlock from beneath Wolf, rolling over so that either men are on their sides. Lazarus then forces himself to his feet, bringing Dustin up into a powerbomb-like position, and lifts him up for one.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf flips through!

Dustin lands on his feet behind Corey and leaps up, looking for a neckbreaker attempt. Corey drops to his knees and leans forward, blocking the move, and then rises the same time as Dustin does. They trade right hands – Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf to Laz – and Dustin blocks a right, nailing Corey with a knee to the gut that doubles him over. Kelser gets Corey into a powerbomb position, and then locks him into a double-underhook.

Young: Tiger Dri...OH MY GOD!!

Wolf swings Corey up onto his shoulder and drops down with a double-underhook Thunderfire Bomb.

Young: THE OUTLAW’S GUN!! DUSTIN JUST NAILED COREY WITH THE OUTLAW’S GUN!!

Brian Rentfro: Wha...?!

Jon McDaniel: IT’S ONE OF THE CHOSEN FINISHES OF JESSE WHITE, A MAN WHO HELPED CLIFF TRAIN BOTH OF THESE MEN!!

Young: I NEVER THOUGHT HE’D EVER USE IT!!

Dustin falls on top of Lazarus, holding up a hand to count along with the ref.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Young: Holy shit...I can’t fucking believe it...

Brian Rentfro: Neither can Thunderwolf!

Kelser rolls off of Laz and sits up, looking dead ahead with a look of complete shock on his face. Dustin rises to his feet, once again holding his neck, and then drags his thumb across his throat, drawing a massive pop.

Jon McDaniel: He’s going to go for the Cry of the Wolf!!

Wolf cups his mouth, and then checks his hand, looking for blood. Dustin brings Laz to his feet, and drives a pair of stiff knees into his face before locking him in a standing butterfly hold. Kelser lifts Laz up, but Corey breaks free of the move, landing on his good knee on the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: Laz had it scouted again!

Corey rises up, and Wolf spits blue mist at him.

Young: WOLF’S BANE PART 2!!!

Corey ducks it, letting the mist spray over his head. Kelser backs up, unaware for a moment that his second Wolf’s Bane attempt failed again. Laz jumps to his feet, and then sprays blue mist of his own into Dustin’s face, staining his skin blue.

Brian Rentfro: AND LAZ HITS WOLF WITH HIS OWN WOLF’S BANE!!

Corey scoops Dustin up and immediately drops to his knees once Kelser is upside-down, driving him head-first into the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: XANA-TONIC!! LAZ NAILS DUSTIN WITH MALCOLM WEST’S FINISH OF CHOICE!!

Corey doesn’t make the cover, instead collapsing to his side and looking up at the rafters. Wolf, instinctually, rolls onto his stomach, clutching at his neck and kicking his feet into the mat.

Young: I’ve had neck injuries before. They’ve put me out of the ring. Dustin isn’t doing too good, guys, and I...I’m not sure if I can...fuck...

Brian Rentfro: Hey, Cliff, where are you going?

The sound of a microphone slamming against a table is heard, and Cliff walks away from the commentary table, his headset dangling over the edge of the table, before marching over to the ring and leaning against it, pounding his fist onto the apron.

Jon McDaniel: Cliff Young, as we’ve said numerous times already tonight, trained both Corey Lazarus AND Thunderwolf, so I can’t say that I blame him too much for getting emotionally invested in this.

Brian Rentfro: For once, Jon, I can’t either.

Corey pushes himself to his knees, looking over at Dustin, and then dives onto him, rolling Wolf onto his back and hooking a leg.

1!

2!!

3...

Jon McDaniel: WOLF KICKS OUT!! WOLF’S STILL ALIVE!!

At ringside, we see Cliff jump quick in joy before leaning back against the ring apron, staring intently at both men. Laz rolls off of Wolf, staring at the rafters, and crawls towards his corner as Wolf rolls back onto his stomach. Lazarus almost reaches it, but then collapses, clutching his knees as he rolls onto his side.

Brian Rentfro: And it doesn’t look like either man can even stand!

The ref checks both men quick, and then backs away, starting the count.

Ref: 1!

Neither man makes an attempt to get to their feet.

Ref: 2!

Wolf rolls off of his stomach and onto his side as Corey still holds his knee.

Ref: 3!

Jon McDaniel: No! It can’t end like this, dammit!

Ref: 4!

Wolf rolls back onto his stomach, and then begins trying to force himself up.

Ref: 5!

Corey reaches wildly above his head, grabbing the bottom rope. He pulls himself towards the ropes as Wolf brings his knee up to his chest, forcing himself up to a knee. The ref marks it that Wolf is up, and turns his attention to Laz.

Ref: 6!

Corey tugs on the bottom rope with both of his hands, and then grabs the middle rope, using it as a guide line to bring him to his corner.

Ref: 7!

Lazarus pulls himself up to a knee, and then to his feet. Halfway across the ring, Dustin also rises to his feet, and the ref slaps his hands together, signaling that both men are up.

Brian Rentfro: And what the hell is it going to take to keep either of these men down?!

Wolf backs up and lands against his corner, Enika yelling at him.

Enika: C’MON, DUSTIN, FINISH IT!

Jon McDaniel: Both men up and back in their corners… Laz charges…!!

Corey runs across the ring – more like very quickly skipping than actually running due to his hurt knee – and leaps, looking for a Stinger Splash, but Wolf holds onto the top ropes, using them for balance as he brings his knees up, smashing them into Laz’s chest.

Brian Rentfro: And Dustin blocks it!

Lazarus stumbles back, turning around and dropping to his knees as he gathers his breath. He rises back to his feet and turns back to Wolf, who charges forward and leaps, nailing a near-perfect Boomerang Kick that connects to the back of Corey’s head, sending him down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: END CREDITS!! END CREDITS BY THUNDERWOLF!!

Brian Rentfro: HE USED COREY’S OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!!

Dustin crawls over to Laz and rolls him onto his back, draping an arm over his chest.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Brian Rentfro: LAZ WON’T DIE!!

Dustin rolls away from Corey and lies on his side for a moment, his face showing no emotion. He grabs his neck again, and then uses the ropes nearest to him to pull himself to his feet, waiting for Corey to do the same.

Jon McDaniel: This was the first instance that I can remember somebody using Corey’s own move against him!! I’ve called the bulk of his matches, and I can’t think of a single time before tonight!!

Lazarus rolls onto his stomach, and then pushes himself to all-four’s before rising to his feet, stumbling backwards. Kelser shoots in, grabbing Corey’s hurt leg and sweeping his good one out from under him.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf’s looking for the Dramatica again!

Dustin goes to turn Corey over, but Laz reaches up, bringing Wolf down to the mat with an inside cradle.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Brian Rentfro: Jesus fucking CHRIST!

Wolf quickly gets to his feet as Lazarus quickly scrambles to his, and Corey charges in with a lariat attempt, but Dustin ducks it, locking on a rear waistlock. Thunderwolf bridges back and releases, dumping Corey on the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: STIFF German suplex!!

Brian Rentfro: BUT LAZ IS BACK UP!!

Lazarus immediately rolls backwards and to his feet, grabbing his elbow as Dustin stands.

Lazarus: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

The fans respond with a DEAFENING pop, and Wolf turns around as Laz rushes forward, spinning around and drilling an elbow into the face of Kelser.

Brian Rentfro: ROARING ELBOW!!

Thunderwolf pops right back up to his feet as well, triggering the fans to unleash another DEAFENING pop, and then leaps forward, spinning around to nail a beautiful roundhouse kick to the side of Corey’s head. Both men fall down like sacks of bricks, and neither man makes a single motion.

Jon McDaniel: Picture-perfect Martelo Rotado by Thunderwolf!!

Ref: 1!

Neither man moves, and both Price and Enika pound the apron, trying to draw fan support for their respective friends.

Ref: 2!

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!! L-A-Z!!

Ref: 3!

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God...oh my God...

Ref: 4!

Dustin rolls onto his side briefly, but then falls back down onto his back.

Ref: 5!

Lazarus still lays motionless.

Ref: 6!

Jon McDaniel: Kelser stirring...

Wolf rolls over onto his stomach, placing his palms on the canvas as he begins to push himself up.

Ref: 7!

Dustin falls forward briefly, and then forces himself up to a knee.

Ref: 8!

Corey crawls over to the ropes, reaching up to the middle rope as Dustin rises to his feet.

Ref: 9!

Lazarus musters all of the strength he has left and pulls himself to his feet, leaning against the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Wolf goes onto the apron...

Corey turns around to see Wolf, and Dustin leaps up onto the top rope, turning around in mid-air before springboarding off, turning around once more to face Laz before looking to lock on a front facelock.

Jon McDaniel: Vapor Transmissions again...NO!

Corey ducks under Wolf’s arm, going behind him, and Dustin lands on his feet. Laz comes up behind him and cradles his leg, wrapping his arm around the back of his head before lifting Dustin off of the mat.

Jon McDaniel: CinePlex...NO!

Brian Rentfro: Dustin lands on his feet...WHAT?!

Wolf brings Laz up onto his shoulders with an Argentine Backbreaker, racking it in as the fans’ collective roar grows and grows.

Jon McDaniel: No...no, he can’t be...?!

Brian Rentfro: WOLF’S LOOKING FOR THE MERCURY DRIVER!!

Just as soon as Rentfro gets it out of his lungs, Lazarus pushes himself out of the hold, landing on his feet behind Dustin. Corey drops to a knee, wincing in intense pain, and then manages to stand up, bringing Wolf up into an Argentine Rack of his own.

Jon McDaniel: NO!! MERCURY DRIVER BY LAZ!!! IT’S GONNA BE ALL OVER!!

Laz swings Dustin forward, looking to drive him head-first into the canvas, but Kelser flips over and lands on his knees at the same time that Corey lands on his. Laz looks up, shocked, and Kelser spews blue mist into his face, blinding him.

Brian Rentfro: WOLF’S BANE!!

Jon McDaniel: THE THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM!!

Dustin rises up to his feet and quickly locks Laz in a butterfly hold, lifting him up vertically before driving him forehead-first to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: CRY OF THE WOLF!! CRY OF THE WOLF!!

Thunderwolf drops down atop Laz.

1!

Kelser reaches down, looking to hook Corey’s leg.

2!!

He nods in anticipation as the fans’ cheers reach their maximum peak, nearly blowing out the speakers of those viewing at home.

3...

Brian Rentfro: OH MY FUCKING GOD, COREY KICKED OUT!!!!! HE KICKED OUT!! HE KICKED OUT!!!

Wolf rolls off of Laz as Corey keeps his arm up to show that he kicked out. Dustin’s face is awash with frustration as he lays face-first on the canvas, pounding a balled up fist into the mat repeatedly.

Jon McDaniel: Holy...I...I think I may have heart attack...

At ringside, Price is jumping up and down, cheering on his most prized of clients as, across the ring, Enika kicks the guardrail in rage, not knowing what it will take for Dustin to keep Corey down for good. Cliff, on the other hand, is holding back tears, shaking his head as he slams his hands on the mat.

Young: C’MON, GUYS!! YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING YOURSELVES!!

Wolf gets to his feet and looks over at the closest corner, Laz’s corner, and points to it, doing the math in his head.

Jon McDaniel: He’s...no...he can’t...

Brian Rentfro: HE IS!!

Jon McDaniel: BUT IT’LL KILL HIM!!

Brian Rentfro: I think that’s what he wants, Jon!

Corey starts to move, crawling towards the ropes, and Wolf stomps on the back of his head, stopping him dead in his tracks. He brings Laz to his feet, and shoves him into the nearby corner, nailing a complimentary knife-edge…

Fans: WHOO!!

...for good measure before hoisting him up so he’s seated on the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: He’s...he’s going to hit the Cry off of the top rope!!

Kelser climbs up the turnbuckles, standing on the top ropes, and then brings Lazarus to his feet on them as well. He bends Corey over, underhooking one of his arms, and takes a deep breath.

Jon McDaniel: Oh shit…he’s…HE’S…!!!

Brian Rentfro: NO!! COREY’S FIGHTING BACK!!

Laz nails a few shots to Wolf’s ribs with his free hand, forcing him to release his other arm. Corey stands up, grabbing Dustin’s head, and nails a pair of downward thrusts to the back of his neck, nearly sending him off of the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: He’s fighting back!!

Lazarus locks Wolf in a front facelock and looks over at the Million Dollar Pyramid of chairs Price set up so long ago. He points to it with his free hand, and then looks to hook the back of Dustin’s leg.

Brian Rentfro: COREY’S GOING FOR THE SANDS OF ISHTAR RIGHT THROUGH THE MILLION DOLLAR PYRAMID!! NO, LAZ!! DON’T DO IT!!

Before Lazarus can even make a weak attempt at locking on the leg cradle, Wolf nails a pair of body shots that prevents him being able to do it.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

Jon McDaniel: I...I can’t watch...

Lazarus blocks a right hand from Wolf and nails him with one of his own, sending him down onto the ring apron near the Million Dollar Pyramid. The swing of the shot wobbles Corey, and Laz falls onto the other apron, just near the table that Dustin tried to put him through much earlier in the match.

Brian Rentfro: Both men up...

They reach over the turnbuckle and trade rights with one another, each man barely being able to stand following each shot. Neither Wolf nor Corey even bothers trying to block the shots, focusing on delivering as much punishment as possible. They swing at the same time, connecting simultaneously, and Dustin nearly falls off of the apron as Price rushes over towards the ramp, hanging on by a pair of fingers wrapped around the top rope. On the other apron, Laz is in the same position.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God...

Corey pulls himself back onto the apron, and then starts climbing the turnbuckle. Wolf pulls himself back, too, and sees Laz going up top, following suit himself.

Brian Rentfro: Both men up top...HOLY SHIT!!!

They each connect with a stiff right hand to one another, and fly off of the top rope. The familiar sound of wood breaking in half echoes for a brief moment as Lazarus is sent through the table at ringside, the sound entirely cut off by a dozen steel chairs clanging together as Dustin pierces through the center of the Million Dollar Pyramid, half of the chairs falling on top of him, dented and bent the opposite way that they were intended to bend.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Jon McDaniel: Get the EMTs down here now. Right now. Right fucking now. RIGHT FUCKING NOW, GOD DAMMIT!!

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GOD!!!

Price rushes to Laz as Enika runs around the ring, charging her way towards Dustin. Cliff, speechless, lets the tears he was fighting back flow as he runs to both men, first stopping by Wolf to throw whatever chairs lay atop of him out of the way, and then over to Corey, pulling shards of the table away from him.

Ref: 1!

Jon McDaniel: Oh, c’mon!

Ref: 2!

Jon McDaniel: Just stop the damn thing!

Ref: 3!

Jon McDaniel: Call for the fucking bell, already!

Ref: 4!

EMTs rush down the ramp, a pair of gurneys with them, and they’re accompanied by Emma O’Reilly, Hiro Takawa, Malcolm West, Jesse White, Adam Kelser, Natasha Estella, Rain, Viktor Stone, Riona Langly, and Matthew Engel.

Ref: 5!

Cliff motions for them all to rush over, and Emma, Hiro, Malcolm, Viktor, and Riona run to Corey’s aid, helping the EMTs pull the table wreckage off of him as Jesse, Adam, Natasha, Rain, and Matthew run over to Dustin, throwing chairs across the ringside floor to get to him.

Ref: 6!

DING DING DING!!!

The referee looks over at the timekeeper’s table, confused, and the fans sit in stunned silence, no sound being made save for the errant cat-call and the voices of the friends, family, and colleagues of both men at ringside tending to their aid.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest has reached its 60-minute time limit, and has been officially declared a DRAW!!

Some jeers. No cheers.

Jon McDaniel: Holy...

Brian Rentfro: ...shit...

Emma, Hiro, Malcolm, Viktor, Riona, and Price finally clear the wreckage off of Corey, and the EMTs rush down, checking his pulse. Meanwhile, Jesse, Adam, Natasha, Rain, Matthew, and Enika find Dustin, lying in a fetal position, and roll him flat onto his back, calling for a stretcher.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, I...I just don’t...

Brian Rentfro: These men have given us there all. If you are watching this at home on Pay-Per-View, or you’re at a sports bar watching it, or even if you’ve pirated it online and are streaming it for free, and you are not standing on your feet and giving these men the respect that they deserve, then you have no heart.

Corey rolls onto his stomach, pushing away his friends and the EMTs as he forces himself to his feet, stumbling back up against the apron, bringing forth a pop almost as loud as the ones that happened towards the end of the match itself.

Jon McDaniel: NO WAY!!

Dustin does the same, using a chair as support to push himself forward, diving into the ring and grabbing onto the middle rope, pulling himself to a knee as a larger pop is given to him.

Brian Rentfro: Oh my God...

Corey rolls under the bottom rope and pulls himself to his feet with the ropes as Dustin does the same, and the two men glare at each other. Their friends and colleagues enter the ring immediately behind them, taking sides and getting ready to fight, with Enika and Rain standing in front of Dustin and Viktor and Hiro in front of Laz. Cliff rolls into the ring last, wiping tears from his eyes as he walks into the center of the mess.

Jon McDaniel: Cliff Young's going to get into the middle of a flat-out war right here!

Cliff holds a hand up to either group, glaring at them to keep them in their place. Dustin steps away from his group, fists clenched, and hobbles towards the center of the ring. Corey exits his, dropping to a knee before jumping back up to his feet, and limps over to Wolf. The two men come face-to-face, each shooting piercing glares into the other's eyes.

Brian Rentfro: And no time limit is going to stop these two!!

Both men rear back a fist, gritting their teeth, and then stop, falling against each other and embracing, drawing cheers from the crowd and somewhat confused looks from their respective factions.

Jon McDaniel: It's over!! The hatchet's been buried!!

The camera zooms in on Laz's face, showing tears streaming down his blood-caked cheeks, and then cuts to Dustin's, also showing tears flowing freely.

Lazarus: ...I'm sorry...

They both sob, with Dustin tightening his hug.

Thunderwolf: ...don't be...thank you...

Cliff walks over to the two, pulling them apart before grabbing each of their hands, hoisting their arms up in the air in a sign of mutual victory and respect. Corey drops to his knees with Emma and Price rushing over to him, and Dustin collapses into Enika, Rain, and younger brother Adam, wiping away tears.

Brian Rentfro: I'll be damned.

Jon McDaniel: After 10 years together in this sport, and after 5 of those years wanting each other's blood, these two men, Dustin Kelser and Corey Lazarus, have finally ended their war!!

Hiro and Viktor come over, lifting Lazarus up onto their shoulders, and Jesse White picks Dustin up onto his all by himself. A deafening applause erupts from the audience, preluding a very simple chant, starting off with just a few sections in the balcony before spreading like wildfire all over the arena.

Fans: THANK YOU BOTH!! THANK YOU BOTH!! THANK YOU BOTH!! THANK YOU BOTH!!

The ringside attendants scurry over to the shattered table and the broken chairs, grabbing whatever they can individually before running up the ramp to clear the debris. The scene cuts to a still-frame of both men at the start of the match, staring each down.

Jon McDaniel: Fans...it's time to look back at some of the massive highlights of this match...

Brian Rentfro: When we come back, be ready for some PWA gold to be on the line!

The EMTs force their way through the two groups, and check on both Laz and Wolf. They look to still be refusing treatment, and the scene cuts to highlights of the match.

...REPLAYS...
The two men take turns delivering slaps across the other’s face, each one growing in its impact and intensity. Wolf delivers a forearm to Corey’s face in place of another slap, and Lazarus returns fire with one of his own. The two men trade forearms in the dead center of the ring, Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf to Laz to Wolf, until Wolf ducks one of Laz’s and takes him down with a quick fireman’s carry.

...CUT TO...
Corey does another headstand, this time letting his momentum carry him over on top of Dustin, forcing both of Wolf’s shoulders to the mat.

1!

2!!

Wolf releases his headscissors hold and twists his body around, placing Corey’s shoulders down with a crucifix-style pin.

1!

2!!

Corey kicks out and rolls backwards immediately to his feet, leaping forward and catching Dustin with an Oklahoma Roll.

1!

2!!

Kelser reverses it into a basic lateral press, quickly hooking both of Corey’s legs into something resembling an inside cradle.

1!

2!!

Laz reverses the pseudo-inside cradle into one of his own.

1!

2!!

Dustin kicks out and rolls away from Corey, kipping up to his feet. Laz rises to a knee, his eyes not leaving Wolf’s. The two men glare at each other as Lazarus rises to his feet, his fists up in a standard Muay Thai position as Dustin crouches down, one fist clenched and his other hand open, ready to either strike or grapple. The fans applaud as neither man moves from their most recent positions, Corey in the center of the ring and Dustin in a neutral corner as a dual chant starts up.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Fans: L-A-Z!!

...CUT TO...
Laz rises to his feet in the opposite corner, and Kelser charges, looking for a corner splash. Laz ducks down and throws Wolf up into the corner, but Wolf lands with his feet on the top turnbuckle. Corey’s back is turned, and Dustin leaps back for another Wolfensteiner.

Jon McDaniel: Wolfensteiner number 2...

Kelser flips backwards, looking to hurricanrana Laz over, but Corey stays on his feet, lifting Dustin back up before charging to the center of the ring, dropping him with a running LygerBomb.
Brian Rentfro: But Laz reverses it into a running LygerBomb!

1!

2!!

Dustin gets his shoulder up, and Laz rolls away, wiping sweat from his forehead.

CUT TO...
Corey boots Dustin in the midsection and then goes behind him, locking him in for a Cradle Backdrop Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: CINEPLEX!!

Laz gets Wolf up off of the mat, but Dustin nails a solid punch to Corey’s face, breaking the move.

Young: NO!!

Thunderwolf kicks Laz in the gut, doubling him over, and then locks him into a Butterfly hold.

Fans: CRY!! CRY!!

Jon McDaniel: And Dustin’s busting out the Cry of the Wolf!!

Lazarus struggles to break free, but Kelser nails a pair of knees to his midsection, knocking the wind, and the fight, right out of him. Wolf lifts Corey up into the air to finish the Butterfly Implant DDT he’s most famous for...

Jon McDaniel: COREY REVERSED IT!! COREY LAZARUS REVERSED THE CRY OF THE WOLF!!

...but Laz forces himself back down to the mat, landing on his feet. He breaks the Butterfly hold, and then twists Dustin’s arm around quick before nailing a knee to his midsection. He locks on a front facelock and cradles Kelser’s leg, lifting him up high before planting him with a kneeling high-angle Fisherman’s powerbomb!!

McDaniel/Brian Rentfro: BOX OFFICE BOMB!!

Corey keeps the cradled leg, leaning forward with all of his weight across Dustin’s shoulders.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Corey rolls off of Wolf, lying on his back for a second before raising his hands up in victory, sitting up to bask in his victory.

...CUT TO...
Corey charges back, looking for another running bootscrape, but Wolf dives forward and takes Corey down with a drop toehold, dropping him throat-first on the bottom rope. Kelser pulls himself to his feet with the top rope, and nails a pair of kicks to Corey's ribs before landing a trio of stomps to the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf hits the ropes, he leaps over the top...!

Dustin floats over the top rope above Laz, twisting in mid-air and grabbing the top rope before swinging in, nailing both of his feet into Corey's face, sending the L-A-Z tumbling back into the center of the ring from the impact, clutching at his face.

Jon McDaniel: PUNK STATIK PARANOIA!!

...CUT TO...
Corey leaps up and goes for a spinning wheel kick, looking to catch Wolf off-guard, but Dustin ducks under his leg, leaping onto the top ropes behind him. Laz turns around, and Dustin comes off with a corkscrew roundhouse kick, knocking Laz down to the mat in a heap. He immediately makes the cover.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: And an Ante Up only gets a 2!

...CUT TO...
Near the bottom of the entrance ramp, Dustin slaps a few high-five's with the front row fans, and then points back to the ring. He brings Laz to his feet and whips him towards the ring, but Laz turns around mid-whip, stopping dead in his tracks to face Wolf, and then rolls forward, keeping his hold on Dustin's wrist as he connects with the heel of his boot to the crown of Dustin's head.

Jon McDaniel: Short-Arm Koppo Kick!!

Kelser falls back and rolls up against the guardrail, holding his head as he grits his teeth.

...CUT TO...
Wolf nails a big pair of rights to Corey's face, and then shoves him back up against the guardrail. Kelser back up, grabs a chair, and then tosses it at Corey, the unpadded back of it connecting with him as he just barely manages the get his arms up to block it, even if a little bit still connected with his head. Lazarus drops to a knee, blinking his eyes repeatedly, and opens his mouth, squinting quick before pushing himself back to his feet.

Young: Look at his eyes! Corey may have a concussion.

Jon McDaniel: Thunderwolf rushes in with a KENKA KICK...NO!! COREY CATCHES HIM!!

Laz takes a step forward, and then launches Dustin over the guardrail and onto the floor with a release capture suplex. Lazarus drops back down to a knee, and then leans against the guardrail, pulling himself to his feet almost immediately. Dustin, on the floor, crawls on all four's towards the entrance ramp before rising to his feet, shaking his head. Wolf drops down to a knee, and grabs the back of his neck.

...CUT TO...
At ringside, Price is shouting for Laz to get to his feet while Enika shouts for Wolf to finish Laz off. Dustin reaches over the guardrail, and grabs another padded chair. He rips it over the guardrail, and then digs his fingers into the fabric on one side, ripping off a chunk of the padding.

Jon McDaniel: Kelser's got that crazy look in his eye!

Wolf pulls more of the padding off of the chair, and more, and more, until there are only sporadic bits left glued to the steel base of the seat. Corey stalks up behind him, looking to surprise him with a double axehandle, but Dustin catches him off guard with a single mule kick behind him to Laz's gut, sending his former friend down to all four's.

Young: A surprise Chapa de Costas sends Laz back to the floor!

Dustin folds the chair up, and then turns around, holding the chair at his side. He glares down at Corey, his body shaking with rage, and then raises the chair high up above his head, bringing it down across Laz's back.

Brian Rentfro: Did you hear the CRACK~ of the chair across Corey's back?!

Jon McDaniel: Another!

Wolf delivers another pair of chair shots to Laz's back, and then hits him with a stomp to his hurt knee. Laz sits up, clutching at his knee, and Wolf nails him with a steel chair golf slice, releasing the chair mid-swing so that it connects with Corey's face before falling to the floor. Laz rolls over, clutching his head, and we see blood begin to pool on the floor beneath him.

...CUT TO...
Laz whips Dustin back up for the LygerBomb off of the apron and through the table at ringside, but Dustin uses the momentum of the upswing to send himself over the top rope, landing in the ring. He stumbles forward, limping quick, and then turns around as Corey does.

Young: It looks like Wolf may have jarred his knee right there.

Wolf goes for a right hand, but Laz blocks it, connecting with one of his own that sends Wolf reeling back. Corey quickly reaches over the top rope, grabbing Dustin’s head, and brings him in, locking him in a front facelock before draping Wolf’s arm over his shoulder. Corey reaches down, locking his hand around the waist of Dustin’s pants, and then heaves him up vertically.

Brian Rentfro: Vertical suplex!! Through the table!!

Jon McDaniel: WOLF REVERSES IT!!

Dustin kicks his legs, and lands back in the ring, keeping the suplex position locked on. He lifts Corey up vertically, taking a few steps backwards into the ring, and then swings him forward, using the momentum of Laz’s legs bouncing off of the top rope to lift Corey vertically again. Kelser releases Lazarus and turns around, locking on a cravate hold as he falls to a leaning position, landing with a Cutter.

Young: SLINGSHOT FALSE DESTINY!! SLINGSHOT FALSE DESTINY!! I’m amazed he pulled it off, but I’m glad he did!!

Wolf rolls to his side as Corey does the same, and Dustin grabs the bottom rope, trying to pull himself to his feet.

Fans: THUN-DER-WOLF!! THUN-DER-WOLF!!

Kelser pulls himself to his knees and turns around, rushing over to Laz. He pushes Corey over and falls on top of him, putting all of his weight down on Laz’s chest.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: HE’S GOT IT!!

3...LAZ KICKS OUT!!!

Dustin jumps back up to his knees, grabbing his hair with both hands as he looks up at the ref, a complete look of pure, utter shock plastered across his face.

...CUT TO...
Wolf springboards onto the top rope, turning around in mid-jump so that his back is to Laz, and then leaps backwards off of the top, turning around in mid-air before flipping forward in a 450-degree rotation, coming down with a body splash to Corey.

Jon McDaniel: LYCANTHROPE SPLA...!!

Brian Rentfro: BUT LAZ GETS HIS KNEES UP!!

Corey shoves both of his knees up, but Wolf lands on his feet, grabbing Corey’s hurt leg and rolling him over onto his stomach, tucking his other ankle behind his hurt knee and holding it there with his foot. Dustin leans back, wrenching in a vicious Haas of Pain, hyper-extending Corey’s already injured knee more and more.

Jon McDaniel: DRAMATICA! WOLF’S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!

Young: It was a ploy all along!! Fake the PSP, fake the Lycanthrope, and lock on the Dramatica!!

Dustin leans forward, alleviating much of the pressure, and then nods, pulling back even tighter than before, lifting his leg straight up and, thus, lifting Laz’s legs straight up. Corey screams in pain, louder than when the hold was applied, and reaches forward.

Young: Do it, Laz! Tap now, take the 30 seconds to rest up, and then bring back the attack!

Brian Rentfro: A “live to fight another day” plan, eh?

Young: Exactly!

Corey, as if listening to Cliff at the commentary table, taps right away, prompting the ref to signal for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Dustin doesn’t release the Dramatica, and the ref grabs his hands, trying to force apart his interlocked fingers from the top of Corey’s boot. Kelser refuses to release the hold, and the ref yells something in his face, after which Wolf breaks the hold, rolling to his feet before walking over to his corner.

...CUT TO...
Wolf turns, rushing to the ropes, and rebounds, coming in with a Kenka Kick to Corey’s face. Laz staggers, bridging backwards on his knees so that the top of his head touches the mat. He rises himself back up, eyes visibly rolling into the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf off the ropes again...

Brian Rentfro: ANOTHER Kenka Kick!

Young: But Laz is back up again!

Corey shakes his head, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, and then flexes every muscle in his body, tightening his fists as he raises them at his sides. He looks up at Wolf, squinting to prevent his blood from entering his eyes, and Dustin shows a quick look of fear on his face before biting his lower lip, turning it into a rage-filled glare.

Lazarus: C’MON, YOU PUSSY, IS THAT ALL YOU FUCKING GOT?!

Dustin nails a big right hand to Corey’s face, hits the ropes, and drives another Kenka Kick into his face. Corey falls backwards to the mat, but quickly rolls to a knee, popping the crowd.

Lazarus: C’MON!!

Kelser hits the ropes again, and drives another Kenka Kick into Corey’s face. Laz falls down to the mat, lying their motionless as Dustin holds his hands up at his sides, smirking.

Thunderwolf: Are you done yet?!

Lazarus forces himself to his hands and knees, and then rises to a single knee, his fist placed firmly on the mat. His breathing goes heavy again as he rises to his feet, holding onto the top rope for support. His body shakes, and Wolf nails a knife-edge.

Fans: WHOO!!

Corey gives him no reaction, and Wolf fires off another one.

Fans: WHOO!!

Another.

Fans: WHOO!!

Jon McDaniel: And another!

Fans: WHOO!!

Corey falls into the ropes from the impact of the last one, and Dustin nails a pair of rights to his face, whipping him into the ropes.

Young: Corey reversed it!

Wolf rebounds, and Laz ducks under his arm, locking on another loose arm triangle, and then whips him over, dropping Kelser on the top of his head.

Brian Rentfro: BRUTAL Gargoyle suplex!

...CUT TO...
Dustin blocks a right, nailing Corey with a knee to the gut that doubles him over. Kelser gets Corey into a powerbomb position, and then locks him into a double-underhook.

Young: Tiger Dri...OH MY GOD!!

Wolf swings Corey up onto his shoulder and drops down with a double-underhook Thunderfire Bomb.

Young: THE OUTLAW’S GUN!! DUSTIN JUST NAILED COREY WITH THE OUTLAW’S GUN!!

Brian Rentfro: Wha...?!

Jon McDaniel: IT’S ONE OF THE CHOSEN FINISHES OF JESSE WHITE, A MAN WHO HELPED CLIFF TRAIN BOTH OF THESE MEN!!

Young: I NEVER THOUGHT HE’D EVER USE IT!!

Dustin falls on top of Lazarus, holding up a hand to count along with the ref.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Young: Holy shit...I can’t fucking believe it...

Brian Rentfro: Neither can Thunderwolf!

Kelser rolls off of Laz and sits up, looking dead ahead with a look of complete shock on his face.

..CUT TO...
Corey rises up, and Wolf spits blue mist at him.

Young: WOLF’S BANE PART 2!!!

Corey ducks it, letting the mist spray over his head. Kelser backs up, unaware for a moment that his second Wolf’s Bane attempt failed again. Laz jumps to his feet, and then sprays blue mist of his own into Dustin’s face, staining his skin blue.

Brian Rentfro: AND LAZ HITS WOLF WITH HIS OWN WOLF’S BANE!!

Corey scoops Dustin up and immediately drops to his knees once Kelser is upside-down, driving him head-first into the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: XANA-TONIC!! LAZ NAILS DUSTIN WITH MALCOLM WEST’S FINISH OF CHOICE!!

Corey doesn’t make the cover, instead collapsing to his side and looking up at the rafters. Wolf, instinctually, rolls onto his stomach, clutching at his neck and kicking his feet into the mat.

...CUT TO...
Corey runs across the ring – more like very quickly skipping than actually running due to his hurt knee – and leaps, looking for a Stinger Splash, but Wolf holds onto the top ropes, using them for balance as he brings his knees up, smashing them into Laz’s chest.

Brian Rentfro: And Dustin blocks it!

Lazarus stumbles back, turning around and dropping to his knees as he gathers his breath. He rises back to his feet and turns back to Wolf, who charges forward and leaps, nailing a near-perfect Boomerang Kick that connects to the back of Corey’s head, sending him down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: END CREDITS!! END CREDITS BY THUNDERWOLF!!

Brian Rentfro: HE USED COREY’S OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!!

Dustin crawls over to Laz and rolls him onto his back, draping an arm over his chest.

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Brian Rentfro: LAZ WON’T DIE!!

Dustin rolls away from Corey and lies on his side for a moment, his face showing no emotion.

...CUT TO...
Wolf quickly gets to his feet as Lazarus quickly scrambles to his, and Corey charges in with a lariat attempt, but Dustin ducks it, locking on a rear waistlock. Thunderwolf bridges back and releases, dumping Corey on the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: STIFF German suplex!!

Brian Rentfro: BUT LAZ IS BACK UP!!

Lazarus immediately rolls backwards and to his feet, grabbing his elbow as Dustin stands.

Lazarus: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

The fans respond with a DEAFENING pop, and Wolf turns around as Laz rushes forward, spinning around and drilling an elbow into the face of Kelser.

Brian Rentfro: ROARING ELBOW!!

Thunderwolf pops right back up to his feet as well, triggering the fans to unleash another DEAFENING pop, and then leaps forward, spinning around to nail a beautiful roundhouse kick to the side of Corey’s head. Both men fall down like sacks of bricks, and neither man makes a single motion.

Jon McDaniel: Picture-perfect Martelo Rotado by Thunderwolf!!

Neither man moves, and both Price and Enika pound the apron, trying to draw fan support for their respective friends.

...CUT TO...
Brian Rentfro: Wolf goes onto the apron...

Corey turns around to see Wolf, and Dustin leaps up onto the top rope, turning around in mid-air before springboarding off, turning around once more to face Laz before looking to lock on a front facelock.

Jon McDaniel: Vapor Transmissions again...NO!

Corey ducks under Wolf’s arm, going behind him, and Dustin lands on his feet. Laz comes up behind him and cradles his leg, wrapping his arm around the back of his head before lifting Dustin off of the mat.

Jon McDaniel: CinePlex...NO!

Brian Rentfro: Dustin lands on his feet...WHAT?!

Wolf brings Laz up onto his shoulders with an Argentine Backbreaker, racking it in as the fans’ collective roar grows and grows.

Jon McDaniel: No...no, he can’t be...?!

Brian Rentfro: WOLF’S LOOKING FOR THE MERCURY DRIVER!!

Just as soon as Rentfro gets it out of his lungs, Lazarus pushes himself out of the hold, landing on his feet behind Dustin. Corey drops to a knee, wincing in intense pain, and then manages to stand up, bringing Wolf up into an Argentine Rack of his own.

Jon McDaniel: NO!! MERCURY DRIVER BY LAZ!!! IT’S GONNA BE ALL OVER!!

Laz swings Dustin forward, looking to drive him head-first into the canvas, but Kelser flips over and lands on his knees at the same time that Corey lands on his. Laz looks up, shocked, and Kelser spews blue mist into his face, blinding him.

Brian Rentfro: WOLF’S BANE!!

Jon McDaniel: THE THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM!!

Dustin rises up to his feet and quickly locks Laz in a butterfly hold, lifting him up vertically before driving him forehead-first to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: CRY OF THE WOLF!! CRY OF THE WOLF!!

Thunderwolf drops down atop Laz.

1!

Kelser reaches down, looking to hook Corey’s leg.

2!!

He nods in anticipation as the fans’ cheers reach their maximum peak, nearly blowing out the speakers of those viewing at home.

3...

Brian Rentfro: OH MY FUCKING GOD, COREY KICKED OUT!!!!! HE KICKED OUT!! HE KICKED OUT!!!

Wolf rolls off of Laz as Corey keeps his arm up to show that he kicked out. Dustin’s face is awash with frustration as he lays face-first on the canvas, pounding a balled up fist into the mat repeatedly.

...CUT TO...

Corey pulls himself back onto the apron, and then starts climbing the turnbuckle. Wolf pulls himself back, too, and sees Laz going up top, following suit himself.

Brian Rentfro: Both men up top...HOLY SHIT!!!

They each connect with a stiff right hand to one another, and fly off of the top rope. The familiar sound of wood breaking in half echoes for a brief moment as Lazarus is sent through the table at ringside, the sound entirely cut off by a dozen steel chairs clanging together as Dustin pierces through the center of the Million Dollar Pyramid, half of the chairs falling on top of him, dented and bent the opposite way that they were intended to bend.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Jon McDaniel: Get the EMTs down here now. Right now. Right fucking now. RIGHT FUCKING NOW, GOD DAMMIT!!

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GOD!!!

...CUT TO...

Cliff holds a hand up to either group, glaring at them to keep them in their place. Dustin steps away from his group, fists clenched, and hobbles towards the center of the ring. Corey exits his, dropping to a knee before jumping back up to his feet, and limps over to Wolf. The two men come face-to-face, each shooting piercing glares into the other's eyes.

Brian Rentfro: And no time limit is going to stop these two!!

Both men rear back a fist, gritting their teeth, and then stop, falling against each other and embracing, drawing cheers from the crowd and somewhat confused looks from their respective factions.

Jon McDaniel: It's over!! The hatchet's been buried!!

The camera zooms in on Laz's face, showing tears streaming down his blood-caked cheeks, and then cuts to Dustin's, also showing tears flowing freely.

Lazarus: ...I'm sorry...

They both sob, with Dustin tightening his hug.

Thunderwolf: ...don't be...thank you...

Cliff walks over to the two, pulling them apart before grabbing each of their hands, hoisting their arms up in the air in a sign of mutual victory and respect. Corey drops to his knees with Emma and Price rushing over to him, and Dustin collapses into Enika, Rain, and younger nephew Adam, wiping away tears.

Brian Rentfro: Wow.

Jon McDaniel: I.. agree.

Brian Rentfro: We'd better move on to the next match, or we may forget there's more Genesis to follow!

David Blazenwing vs Casey Campbell vs Gabe Shelley

BWF World Championship Match


DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the BWF World Heavyweight Championship!

Brian Rentfro: Explain to me again why this match is at Genesis?

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion, the final BWF world champion, wanted to honor the BWF by allowing three of the federations former greats to via for the crown of being recognized as the final ever BWF champion.

Brian Rentfro: And this is tonight, WHY?

Jon McDaniel: It’s Genesis, and great things happen!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the special guest referee…. He is the owner and president of the PWA< and the Final officially recognized BWF World Heavyweight Champion; CHAMELION!

Chamelion comes out to his music, but without making the grand entrance he just walks to the ring and gets ready to do his job.

Eric Emerson: And now, the opponents, introducing first… CASEY CAMPBELL.

Casey walks to the ring, looking eager.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, GABE SHELLEY!

As "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins to play, Gabe Shelley makes his way to the ramp with his hood up. He points to the crowd before making his way down. He slaps hands with fans on the ramp before walking up the stairs. He lifts his hood a bit to look out. Shelley then climbs in the ring and picks a turnbuckle. He climbs and in one swift motion, he tosses his hood back and throws his arms out. He smiles and jumps down.

Eric Emerson: And their opponent, lead to the ring by David Blazenwing, she is Starla Gardevoir!

here's a place downtown
Where the freaks all come around
It's a hole in the wall
It's a dirty free for all

The lights in the arena quickly cut to black and the image of a pink, sparkling butterfly floats across the Tron. The crowd starts cheering as the butterfly explodes into the words “STUTTERFLY STARLA GARDEVOIR” and "Take It Off" by Ke$ha starts playing loudly!

When the dark
Of the night comes around
That's the time
That the animal comes alive
Looking for
Something wild

The crowd explodes in a flurry of cheers as Starla Gardevoir struts onto the stage and points to the crowd, grinning. She moves to each side of the stage, posing for the fans, then comes back to the center of the stage before dropping to one knee and giving the fans the Su-Fi as a shower of pink pyro begins falling behind her!

And now we lookin' like pimps
In my gold Trans-Am
Got a water bottle full of whiskey
In my handbag
Got my drunk text on
I'll regret it in the morn'
But tonight
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a

Starla stands up, still grinning from ear to ear, then quickly bounds down the ramp, slapping fan’s hands along the way. Towards the bottom of the ramp, she stops and turns back to the stage, then points as a quick burst of pink pyro goes off in the center of the stage. Starla turns back and laughs, then skips around the ring, high-fiving fans as she goes.

There's a place downtown
Where the freaks all come around
It's a hole in the wall
It's a dirty free for all

And they turn me on
When they Take It Off
When they Take It Off
Everybody Take It Off

After a quick trip around the ring, Starla runs towards the ring apron facing the stage and leaps up, turning in midair and sliding from one side of the apron to the other on one knee. Starla stands up and steps over the second rope, then leans in slowly, showcasing her butt for the cheering male fans before entering the ring completely.

There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor

And they turn me on
When they Take It Off
When they Take It Off
Everybody Take It Off

Starla then heads up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and gives the fans another Su-Fi. With the fans still cheering, Katie does a backflip off the top rope and lands on her feet, then walks over to the corner across the ring and leans against it, rolling her head back and forth as the music fades.

Brian Rentfro: Oooh, she’s HOT.

Jon McDaniel: And taking over Blazenwing’s spot in the match, making a great deal of people angry. Most notably, Chamelion.

Chamelion glares at Blazenwing as Starla enters. He then motions the three competitors to the center of the ring to discuss the rules. Casey nods, Gabe shrugs and Starla smiles at the two. Once finished, Chamelion orders them to their corners.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go.

DING DING DING!

The three competitors cicle each other, looking for an opening to make the first aggressive move. However, the arena gasps as the first move is from a totally unexpected source.

WHACK!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT THE!?

Chamelion smiles as Gabe Shelley now lays flat on his back on the canvas, the victim of the Sweet Sound of Success. Starla and Casey look shocked, but Chamelion waves his hand for one of them to pin Shelley. Starla rushes to cover, but Casey pulls her off. Casey drops to hook the leg of Gabe but Starla drops an elbow. Both get up and begin brawling, and the action spills out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t get why Chamelion did that!?

Brian Rentfro: It’s Chamelion, what more do you need to know!?

Outside, Starla and Casey continue to brawl, but Chamelion doesn’t bother with the five count. Blazenwing looks at Chamelion, startled stiull with what he did. Casey gets the advantage and goes to whip Starla into the stairs, but Dave gets between the stairs and Starla and stops her. Casey grins and rushes them, plowing both Starla and Dave into the stairs. The couple collapses and Casey rolls into the ring. He looks over the ropes, laughing at the two when he feels himself tugged backwards. Shelley, who looks at full strength, wraps Casey up and Chamelion drops and counts a quick 1-2-3!

DING DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: It was a set up!?

Jon McDaniel: It looks that way! With Chamelion’s help, Gabe Shelley has won the match!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW BWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION; GABE SHELLEY!

Gabe celebrates, holding his title high as Casey rolls out of the ring, pissed. Starla and Dave, back to their feet, can’t believe what happened and complain loudly. Chamelion just shrugs, and you hear him say ‘next time, don’t change my plans!’ and he walks out, leaving the two stunned.

Brian Rentfro: This is not what I expected out of this match, even though I didn’t understand it’s need to be here.

Jon McDaniel: In a way, Chamelion is sending a message. Whatever that message truly is, is up to people interpretations. But let’s move on, we have so much more action to see.

Matthew Engel vs The Phoenix


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and will be fought under PURE RULES!

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

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

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are boo'ing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 212 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Eric Emerson: He is a three time World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Florida...

"The Final Countdown" by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even and weighs 230 pounds... he is a former five time World Champion and two time Global Champion...

The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you THE PHOENIX!!!!!

Phoenix prepares himself in the ring as Matthew Engel looks on from the other side with a grin on his face.

Eric Emerson: Under Pure Rules, each competitor is allowed only three rope breaks to stop pinfall counts and submissions. Once those rope breaks have been used up, it is legal to pin or put your opponent in a submission move under the ropes. Also, there are no closed-fist punches to the face, only open-handed slaps and chops. Closed-fist punches are allowed to other parts of the body, except the groin, and the first use of a closed fist will get a warning. The second use will result in a penalty of a lost rope break, and if the wrestler is out of rope breaks, they will be disqualified!

Jon McDaniel: These are pretty interesting and specific rules. Think Engel or Phoenix will abide by them?

Brian Rentfro: Despite what they've done or been accustomed to, Jon, these guys want to win more than anything here on Genesis. They will abide by the rules, I'm sure, but I can see Phoenix using a rope break to knock a few of Engel's teeth out.

Eric Emerson: Also, gentlemen, you are subjected to a twenty count by the referee should one of you, or both of you, fail to reach your feet.

Eric lowers the mic and makes his way out of the ring. Engel and Phoenix begin to circle each other in the ring as referee Lance Weston signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

Matt and Phoenix meet each other in the middle of the ring and Phoenix takes the first swing. He barely misses as Matt extends his leg and catches Phoenix in the stomach. Phoenix doubles over and Matt takes him down with a snap DDT. Matt goes into the ropes and springboards off for a moonsault, but Phoenix rolls out of the way. Matt is to his feet, but Phoenix is quick to catch him with a dropkick. Phoenix gets Matt up to his feet and sends him into the corner. He tries for a corner splash, but Matt dodges at the last second. Matt hits Phoenix with a knife-edge chop.

Crowd: WHOO!!

Matt lifts Phoenix up to the top rope and gives Phoenix a few more chops to the chest. The crowd responds accordingly, and Matt climbs up to the middle rope. Matt puts Phoenix in a front facelock and grabs the tights, lifting Phoenix up and over for a massive superplex. The ring shakes violently as the crowd goes wild. Matt makes a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: What a suplex off the top rope from Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Good form on that one, Jon.

Matt gets up to his feet, bringing Phoenix up with him. Matt sends Phoenix into the ropes and tries for a body drop but Phoenix grabs Matt by the head and slams him on his back. Matt grabs his back for a moment, and then Phoenix lays down some boots to Matt's chest and head. Phoenix goes into the ropes, but Matt turns onto his stomach as Phoenix flies overhead. Phoenix goes into the other side, and Matt gets to his feet. Matt tries for a dropkick, but Phoenix sidesteps as Matt hits the ground. Phoenix comes down with a huge elbow drop. He does it again, and then finishes it off with a knee drop to Matt's forehead.

Phoenix covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix might not be able to punch Engel in the face but he sure can knee him in the face.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed Brian.

Matt gets picked up to his feet and sent into the ropes by Phoenix. He comes back and tries for a cross body press, but Phoenix catches him. He smiles at the crowd, and leans back while throwing Matt over his head for a huge release fallaway slam. Matt hits the ground hard and rolls up into the ropes. Phoenix grabs him by his feet and drags him into the middle of the ring. The Phoenix goes into the ropes and comes down with a senton bomb. He tries for a second one, but Matt moves out of the way just in time. He goes to his feet and connects with a roundhouse kick on Phoenix's jaw! Phoenix stumbles back into the ropes and Matt delivers rights and left to the stomach and sides of Phoenix, trying to stay away from his face. Matt gives Phoenix a hip toss to the mat and then springboards off the top turnbuckle with a corkscrew moonsault. He connects.

Matt holds Phoenix together and the ref hits the mat.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Both men are pulling out the stops, wanting to be victorious at the biggest event in PWA history.

Brian Rentfro: It only makes sense, Jon.

Engel brings Phoenix up to his feet and lashes out, nailing Phoenix with a shot to the chest. Engel bullrushes Phoenix into the ropes, but Phoenix locks on with a headlock. Engel shoves Phoenix across the ring into the ropes, and Phoenix comes back with a shoulder tackle, taking down Engel. Phoenix goes into the ropes and comes down with another knee drop across Matt's forehead. Phoenix lands a few stomps on Engel and then gets him to his feet. Phoenix grabs Engel by the head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Engel staggers back, and Phoenix tries for a clothesline, but Engel ducks. Phoenix turns around and gets met with a painful kick to the face from Engel. Phoenix staggers back and then Engel takes him down to the mat with a dropkick. Engel grabs Phoenix's arm and drives his knees right into Phoenix's elbow. He does it again, and again, trying to weaken Rob's right arm. Engel quickly covers Rob.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is going after Rob's right arm to possibly deter Rob from performing the Flame on Engel.

Brian Rentfro: It's a bold strategy Jon.

Engel gets Rob up to his feet, but Phoenix counters with an elbow to the gut, then a jawbreaker sending Engel back a few steps. Phoenix nails Engel with a running enziguri! Engel bounces off the ropes and falls to the mat. Phoenix goes for a cover.

1...

2...

Engel grabs the bottom rope!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel uses a rope break for Phoenix's pinfall attempt, taking him down to two rope breaks.

Brian Rentfro: Thank you Captain Obvious.

Weston separates the two allowing Engel to get to his feet. Phoenix charges at Engel, but Engel slides away and grabs Phoenix's ankle, tripping him up. Engel quickly drops an elbow on Phoenix's neck. He does it again, and then goes off the second rope and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Engel stomps Phoenix in the chest and backs up for a moment. Phoenix begins to move, and Engel hits Hayes with another stomp and a stare. Phoenix gets back to his feet. He cracks his neck, and nods. Phoenix and Engel lock up, but Phoenix is quick to land an elbow to Engel's side. Phoenix follows it up with some hard knees to the stomach and hits a neckbreaker on Engel. Phoenix flies into the ropes and comes back with a body splash. He covers Engel.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix showing some vertical leap there with that high elevated body splash.

Brian Rentfro: White men CAN jump, Jon.

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

Phoenix connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Phoenix 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 Phoenix. Engel goes into the ropes and comes back with a high-elevation leg drop across Phoenix's throat. Phoenix grabs his throat in pain and Engel shouts at him. Engel gets Phoenix to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Engel springboards off the middle rope, twisting in midair and extends his left leg toward Phoenix. Engel catches Phoenix in the jaw with his foot and Phoenix falls to the mat. Engel covers.

1...

2....

Phoenix grabs the bottom rope!

Brian Rentfro: And Rob utilizes a rope break to break that count. Now they're both at two.

Jon McDaniel: Yes indeed Brian, and both men are putting on quite a show here in the PWA Dome.

Phoenix to his feet. Engel starts to give him some lip, but there's too much of it as Phoenix takes him down with a clothesline. Phoenix grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Phoenix 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 Phoenix gets to his feet. Engel kicks Phoenix low and uses Phoenix leverage to nail him with a single-arm DDT. Phoenix is a bit groggy now as he gets to his feet. Engel wraps his arms around Phoenix's head and then plants his own head under Phoenix's jaw. Engel quickly drops to his knees, hitting a huge jaw-breaker on Phoenix. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope, attempting a moonsault, which turns into Engel's trademark springboard double footstomp as he lands both feet on Phoenix's chest with both his feet! A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Phoenix cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Phoenix up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Phoenix enough time to catch his breath. Phoenix 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. Phoenix hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Phoenix is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Phoenix 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 Phoenix. Phoenix 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 Phoenix tries to hold him back. He reaches it, and the ref makes Phoenix break the hold.

Jon McDaniel: And Engel uses his second rope break.

Brian Rentfro: Completely necessary though, Jon. Phoenix about had Engel choked out there.

Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Phoenix hits a soccer kick on him, and gets him to his feet. Phoenix sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Phoenix climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with The Ashes!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Robinson connects with the Ashes! It might be over!

1...

2...

3-- NO! Engel got his foot on the bottom rope!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel's out of rope breaks!

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix isn't happy about the call there as he argues with Lance Weston.

Lance Weston reminds Phoenix that Engel is out of rope breaks now and Phoenix can pin him wherever he wants in the ring. Phoenix gives Weston a pat on the back and turns around. Engel is up to his feet as Phoenix grins. Phoenix lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Phoenix up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Phoenix's back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Phoenix is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Phoenix's neck. Phoenix falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Hayes with multiple forearm shots and punches to Phoenix's back and neck. He gets Phoenix up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter. Engel hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Phoenix catches the bottom rope with his leg.

Jon McDaniel: And a near fall there as Robinson uses his second rope break to stop that pinfall count.

Brian Rentfro: And why not? He knows Engel has none left and he's still got one. Robinson has the big advantage here.

Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in the ref's face a bit. He's claiming he had the three count before Phoenix got his leg on the rope. Meanwhile, Phoenix regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he's met with a devastating pump kick from Phoenix. Engel is leveled by the kick. Phoenix stomps away at Engel in the gut and chest, and then gets down to Engel's level and finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt. Engel to a knee and Phoenix grabs him by the hair. Phoenix rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT. A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

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

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Kick out!

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

1...

2...

Kick out!

Phoenix slams the mat in frustration. He pulls Engel up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Phoenix charges but Engel gets a boot up and connects with Phoenix's mask. Phoenix stumbles back a bit, and Engel quickly lifts himself up to the top rope. Engel is standing and leaps, but Phoenix quickly charges and nails Engel directly in the nose with a closed-fist punch! Engel is knocked on his back from the impact, holding his nose which starts to bleed.

Jon McDaniel: And Robinson gets a warning!

Brian Rentfro: Indeed. Both men are allowed one warning for using one closed-fist punch.. and if Phoenix does it again he'll lose his last rope break.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think Phoenix cares, the damage has been done. That was a hell of a punch.

Phoenix gets Engel up to his feet and shoves him onto the middle rope. Phoenix begins to choke Engel with the middle rope, and Lance Weston is trying to pull Phoenix off. Phoenix doesn't oblige and Weston gives him a five count.

Weston: 1! 2! 3! 4!

Phoenix lets go and Engel struggles for air. Phoenix backs off for a moment, but then charges after Engel. Engel uses his awareness and lifts Phoenix up and over the top rope! Phoenix crashes on the floor to the outside! The crowd is going wild! Engel climbs out of the ring and walks over to Phoenix. Engel gives Phoenix a kick to the gut, lifting Phoenix up and dropping him on the barricade by his neck. Weston starts the twenty count and the fans count along.

Crowd: 1!

Matt slams Phoenix's face into the barricade once more, and then unchambers lefts and rights into his side.

Crowd: 2!

Matt gets Phoenix upright and tries to throw him into the ringpost, but Phoenix denies him and pulls Matt back at him. He lifts up his right arm, horizontally, and catches Matt hard with a vicious clothesline.

Crowd: 3!

Matt gets up to his feet, but Phoenix is on the attack and clubs him in the back with a huge forearm smash. He does it again, and again. He picks him up and drops him throat first on the barricade, returning the favor from earlier.

Crowd: 4!

Matt grabs his throat in pain.

Crowd: 5!

Phoenix picks Matt up and rolls him into the ring. He manages to get to a knee.

Crowd: 6!

Phoenix follows suit, and grabs Matt by the hair. He slams Matt's face into the turnbuckle. Again, and again. He turns Matt towards him, and picks him up in scoop slam fashion, and turns toward the middle of the ring. Phoenix takes off running and leaps forward, twisting his body along with Matt's downward toward the ground, and slams him. Phoenix gets up to his feet and delivers a bone-crushing soccer kick to Matt's face. Matt's head slams back, and blood begins to pour of his nose. Phoenix turns toward the crowd and celebrates his moment. Engel manages to get up to his feet, and Phoenix turns around and is met by a sharp jumping side kick from Matthew Engel. He falls on his back, and almost looks knocked out.

Jon McDaniel: And Engel's going up top for what we can only imagine will be the Euthanasia.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's put away a lot of great wrestlers with this move, can he add Phoenix to the list?

Matt leaps off the turnbuckle, but he ends up hitting nothing but canvas.

Jon McDaniel: And Phoenix rolls out of the way just in time!

Matt is grabbing his stomach and knees, the pain surging through his body. It's a high risk move and missing it hurts a lot more than hitting it. Phoenix gets to his feet. Matt wipes the blood away from his nose and then Phoenix grabs Matt by the hair again. He gets him up to his feet and hits a big suplex on him. Phoenix wastes no time and tries to go for The Flame, attempting to put an end to Engel here at Genesis.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix's signaling for the Flame, he's got Engel locked in.

Brian Rentfro: Wait! Engel reverses and lifts Phoenix up and over! Phoenix crashes down on the canvas!

Engel desperately reverses out of The Flame. Phoenix gets up to his feet and Matt lifts Phoenix over his shoulder, holding onto Phoenix's legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Phoenix's head. In a split second, Engel throws Phoenix's legs off of his shoulder and spins them around, he himself spinning to the side and falling to the mat, driving Phoenix face-first to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Sons of Plunder!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel is going for the cover!

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2...

But the count is broken because Engel didn't realize how close Phoenix was to the ropes, and Phoenix uses his last rope break.

Brian Rentfro: Almost a 3! Phoenix uses his unrivaled ring awareness to get to that bottom rope and use his last rope break.

Jon McDaniel: And now, Brian, pinfalls and submissions are legal anywhere in the ring. The ropes cannot save them now.

Engel gets up to his feet, feeling the exhaustion from the match. He brings Rob up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Rob comes back and Engel tries for a spinebuster, but Rob reverses with a knee smash on Engel! Rob takes it to Engel with left and rights to the body and then rolls Engel up in a small package!

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2...

3-- KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: So close Brian! That should have been it!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel almost loses a career-defining match at the hands of a roll-up, not a fruit roll-up mind you.

Engel rushes up to hsi feet, but Phoenix beat him to it as Phoenix nails Engel in the gut with a kick. Phoenix sends Engel into the ropes and nails Engel with a tilt-a-world back-breaker! Engel is grabbing at his back in serious pain and Rob goes to work with calculated stomps on Engel's knees and chest. Rob pulls Engel up to his feet and throws him into the corner turnbuckles. Phoenix rushes in but hits nothing but turnbuckle himself as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel launches Phoenix with a german suplex! Engel gets Phoenix up to his feet and puts Phoenix a front headlock. Engel uses all his strength to lift Phoenix up and lay him over the top rope. Engel repositions his arms, hooking both of Phoenix's arms. He falls back, planting Phoenix head-first into the mat with a double-arm DDT. Engel rolls Phoenix into position and proceeds to climb to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: It seems Engel is attempting to go for the Euthanasia again and might have it with the help of that rope-assisted double-arm DDT, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: That was something else, Jon. That's for sure.

With Phoenix 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 Phoenix's mid-section.

Jon McDaniel: Engel connects and stays on top of Phoenix!

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2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... Matthew... "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!!!

Engel slowly gets to his feet and his hand is raised by Lance Weston. Engel takes a moment to celebrate his monumental victory at Genesis X. The Phoenix rolls out of the ring, clutching at his stomach and head. He looks up to Matthew Engel, who has climbed up to the middle rope at the corner of the ring where he leaped off with the Euthanasia. He looks down to The Phoenix, and gives him a nod. Phoenix returns the favor, and heads backstage. Engel jumps back down to the canvas as "Sympathy for the Devil" plays loudly in the arena. The crowd is on their feet with applause despite how they feel about both superstars.

Jon McDaniel: And the crowd shows their appreciation for both these men, whom are both Hall of Famers now, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Indeed Jon. Engel was just inducted into the PWA Hall of Fame last night, and Rob was inducted as The Phoenix last year. While Phoenix had his big moment of glory at Genesis 9, Engel comes out the better wrestler tonight and gets his moment of glory at Genesis X.

Bubba J (C) vs Ryan Ross

Global Title Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is a two out of three falls hardcore match for the Global Title!

Brian Rentfro: Another two out of three falls match? We're gettin' a little repetitive here.

Jon McDaniel: It is a little different, Brian. Each fall has a different hardcore stipulation to it.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger! He hails from Seattle, Washington...

"Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive 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: He stands 6'2" and weighs in tonight at 220 pounds...

The fans give him a mixed reaction the Smarks cheer and the Marks boo. Ryan doesn't Care for any of it and just relishes in his own glorious wonder, as he steps down to the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring side area. At this point he walks over to the stairs and point to the crowd giving them the thumbs don in disapproval.

Eric Emerson: He is a two time PWA Tag Team Champion... "RED HOT"... RYAN... ROSS!!!!

Ryan then goes to the closest turnbuckle and mounted it throwing his arms out to his side as his music slowly fades out.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan looks extremely focused here tonight, Brian. This is going to be a career-defining match for him.

Brian Rentfro: For Bubba as well!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Durham, North Carolina...

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: He stands 6'2" and weighs 250 pounds... he is a former two time Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion... and he is the reigning Global Champion....

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 climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before putting the lid back on and setting it in his corner.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... BUBBA!!!!

Jon McDaniel: The Global Champion hands off his title to referee Lance Weston and the match is about to begin. After all we've seen tonight, can these two really pull it off and give us the biggest and most hardcore match at Genesis like they promised?

Brian Rentfro: I don't doubt it, Jon. These two have been pining for this moment for a long time and they've already shown on multiple occasions how far they will go to achieve victory.

Eric Emerson: The first fall is about to begin and it is a FANS BRING THE WEAPONS match! Security will begin to collect their weapons of choice and bring them inside the ring.

Security goes around and starts collecting weapons from the fans. Some of the weapons start making their way into the ring, and Bubba and Ryan's eyes light up with sadistic joy.

Brian Rentfro: So far, we've got crutches with thumbstucks glued onto them, bags of beer bottle caps, some poor lady's pocketbook, cut-up credit cards, pizza cutters...

Jon McDaniel: Charcoal lighter fluid!? Jesus, a Super Nintendo System?

Brian Rentfro: Complete with game controllers, that oughta be fun. I see some silverware, your classic light tubes, a few baseball bats... wow.. Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Both these men might not be walking out of here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba has got to pull through tonight, in my opinion. It's more about the Global Championship. He has never beaten Ryan Ross in singles competition. Both of their singles matches have either ended up with Ross the victor or in a draw like the barbed wire cage match they had on Chaos in November.

Jon McDaniel: I agree with that, it seems Bubba has more to prove here tonight despite being the Global Champion. However, he did pin Ryan Ross at Ground Zero for the Global Title. And lest we forget, Ross hasn't held singles gold here in the PWA yet, despite being here over a year now. You've got to know that is eating away at him and he feels he absolutely needs to win tonight.

Brian Rentfro: That is true. However, Bubba's pinfall on Ross was not in a true singles match. This match right here will define both their PWA careers, and from what I've heard, it will determine possibly the last Chaos champion due to the brands remerging back together in the form of one supershow a week, Rampage.

DING DING DING!!!

Both superstars circle each other in the ring, trying to keep their eyes focused on each other but can't help look at the marvel of weapons around them. Ross picks up one of the crutches and Bubba grabs himself a baseball bat. Both men are waiting to see who will move first, and it's the Global Champion who takes a swing at Ross. Ross blocks it with the crutch and nails Bubba in the gut with the bottom end of the crutch! Then he drives it across Bubba's face! He slams the crutch into Bubba's chest and drives him into the turnbuckle, trying to choke out Bubba with the crutch. Bubba takes his knee and nails Ross in the gut and then picks up his baseball bat, hitting a homerun off Ryan's back!

Jon McDaniel: Shades of Barry Bonds with that swing, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: And Bubba gives Ross a powerbomb right on top of a bag of beer bottle caps!

Ross is cringing from the powerbomb and Bubba grabs Ross' right leg. However, Ross reaches for a light tube and cracks it over Bubba's head! The crowd goes crazy with approval! Ross gets to his feet and grabs another light tube. SMASH! Right over Bubba's head, who's still standing! Bubba leans against the ropes and Ross gives him a clothesline, sending him up and over to the floor below! Ross grabs that bag of beer bottle caps and slides out of the ring. He tosses the bag on the ground and gives Bubba some punches to the head. He then whips Bubba back-first into the barricade! Ryan reaches for something underneath the ring and pulls out a glass table. He slides it into the ring and then gives Bubba a dropkick which sends him over the barricade and into the crowd! Ryan, taking his bag of beer bottle caps, climbs into the ring and sets up the glass table. He pours the bottle caps all over the glass table as Bubba makes it to his feet. Bubba climbs the barricade, receiving many pats on the back from the fans there, and gets into the ring. Ross meets him with some brutal kicks to the head, but Bubba manages to catch Ross' leg on his last kick and put Ross flat on his back. Bubba mounts Ross and starts to pummel Ross with lefts and rights. He brings Ross up to his feet and picks up a dinner fork, driving it into Ross' left arm!

Jon McDaniel: And Bubba just stabbed Ross with a fork!

Brian Rentfro: Good God! Anything can happen at Genesis!

Ross pulls the fork out of his arm and drops it to the ground, blooding coming out of the wound. Bubba doesn't stop though as he grabs a pizza cutter, giving Ross cuts all along his back! Bubba continues to cut up Ross with the pizza cutter and Ross' back is nearly all dark red from his wounds. Bubba slams the pizza cutter into Ross' back and the cutter breaks!

Bubba: "CHEAP MOTHER*BEEP*ER!"

Bubba grabs Ross by the head and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. He gives Ross multiple kicks to the gut and then drives his forearm right into his face. Ross falls to a seated position on the mat in the corner and Bubba continues to stomp away. All Lance Weston can do is sit back and watch and hope these guys don't kill each other. Bubba supplies a double middle finger salute and nails Ross in the side of the head with his final stomp. Bubba, who is bleeding out of his forehead from the light tube shots, yells out to the crowd to get them going and they respond easily as the crowd is on their feet and louder than ever. Bubba walks over to Ross but Ross nails Bubba in the groin with a kick! The crowd feels Bubba's pain.

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!

Bubba falls like a sack of potatoes and Ross tries to pull himself up to his feet with the ropes. Ross pulls Bubba up to his feet, eyeing the glass table. Ross uses his awesome strength to pick up Bubba in powerbomb formation, take a running start, and slam Bubba through the bottle caps and glass table!

Jon McDaniel: The Royal Powerbomb through the glass table!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Brian Rentfro: Unbelievable Jon! And Ross goes for a cover!

1...

2...

3 -- NO! KICK OUT!!!!

Jon McDaniel: And Ross can't believe it!

Brian Renfro: I can't either!

Ross is amazed and gets up to his feet. He slides out of the ring and grabs another table, but it's a wooden one this time. He slides it into the ring, however grabbing something else from underneath the ring. It's more barbed wire as Ross tosses that into the ring without trying to cut himself too bad. Ross sets up the table near one of the corners of the ring as Bubba begins to crawl back up to his feet. Ross wraps the table in barbed wired, and even places the remaining light tubes on there for good measure!

Jon McDaniel: Ross is going for the lighter fluid...

Ross pours lighter fluid all over the table, using about half the bottle. He tosses it to the ground, and then yells out to the crowd.

Ryan Ross: "I NEED A LIGHT! ANYBODY GOT A LIGHT?!"

Instantly Ross starts dodging lighters as they are thrown at him.

Ryan Ross: "OKAY! OKAY!"

Ross grabs a Zippo lighter and Bubba is finally to his feet. Ross holds off on lighting the table and runs at Bubba, but Bubba surprises Ross hitting him in the gut with one of those crutches! Bubba clotheslines Ross to the ground and then notices the table Ross has set up. Bubba lets out a sadistic grin and grabs Ross by the head, lifting him up to his feet. Bubba tosses Ross into the corner by the barbed wire table and lifts Ross onto the top rope. Bubba climbs up to the middle rope and puts Ross in a front facelock. Bubba attempts to superplex Ross, but Ross blocks it and nails Bubba repeatedly in the side. Bubba lets go of the grapple hold and Ross flicks open the Zippo lighter, lights it, and then throws it on top of the table! The table immediately goes up in flames! Ross grabs ahold of Bubba and jumps, putting both of them through the flaming barbed wired table!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jon McDaniel: Somebody put out that fire!

Security rushes into the ring and uses fire extinguishers to put out the fire to make sure it doesn't spread and destroy the ring. Bubba and Ross both caught in the barbed wired and broken glass tubes, and security exits the ring when the fire has been put out. Bubba and Ross both try to get up from the wreckage in the ring, both using the ropes to do so. Ross' back is bloodier than it was before, his cuts now opened wider due to the barbed wire. They both make it to their feet astonishingly enough and begin to exchange right hands. Bubba gets the advantage by kicking Ross in the gut, he then takes Ross down with a double underhook suplex that has Ross landing on some of those beer bottle caps! Bubba climbs out of the ring asking the crowd for new weapons. The crowd pulls out all kinds of stuff, from books to beers to drinking glasses. Bubba spots an unusual book from one spectator, entitled "If They Only Knew" by Chyna!

Brian Rentfro: Bubba just grabbed a book from a fan. I didn't even know he could read!

Jon McDaniel: Just cause he's from the South doesn't mean he can't read, Brian.

Bubba slides into the ring with the book and Ross is still lying on the canvas, trying to recover from the brutality he has been issued. Bubba sits down next to Ross and begins to read some lines from Chyna's book.

Jon McDaniel: He's reading to Ross!

Brian Rentfro: Wow, he really can read. Haha! I can't say I've been wrong before!

Bubba is thoroughly enjoying his reading time with Ross as the crowd reacts with laughter. Ross begins to fall asleep next to Bubba, but Bubba slaps him and wakes him up. Ross is startled and tries to get up to his feet, and Bubba immediately gets up to his feet.

Bubba: "Come on Ryan! This is interestin' stuff!"

Ross manages to make it up to his feet and Bubba nails him right on the head with Chyna's book!

Jon McDaniel: Bam! That's the only thing that book is good for!

Brian Rentfro: I couldn't tell ya, I didn't read it.

Ross falls to one knee, but tries to fight back by slamming his elbow into Bubba's gut. Bubba takes a step back from the impact, but then gives Ross a devastating knee right to the face. Ross falls back to the mat and Bubba spots the bottle of lighter fluid. He grabs it and shakes it, seeing how much is left. He shrugs his shoulders and then begins to spray Ross with the lighter fluid! Referee Lance Weston urges Bubba not to light Ross on fire, but Bubba ignores him, grabbing one of the many lighters the fans threw into the ring. Bubba gets Ross up to his feet and then lights him on fire!

Jon McDaniel: Ross is on fire!

Brian Rentfro: He's Red Hot!

Jon McDaniel: It wasn't a joke, look Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Yikes!

And then Bubba immediately nails Ross with the Trailer Park Trash as Ross is still on fire! Security rushes in and puts the fire out on Ryan Ross. Bubba is pissed though, telling security to get the hell out of his ring. Ross is no longer on fire, but did suffer some pretty bad burns. Bubba covers Ross.

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2...

3!!!!

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the first fall... your Global Champion, BUBBA!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Wow... that was only the first fall?

Brian Rentfro: Stick a fork in Ross, he's done. Oh wait, Bubba already did! Zing!

Jon McDaniel: Your humor could not come at a worse time...

Eric Emerson: There will be a NINETY SECOND break between falls... and I've just been informed that the second fall, chosen by Ryan Ross, will be BARBED WIRE BULLROPE MATCH!

Brian Rentfro: What the?

Jon McDaniel: Looks like we're in for a special treat, Brian. Buckle your seat belt, this is gonna be a bump ride!

Bubba throws his hands up in the air with joy for the match. He slides out of the ring and walks over to a certain person in the crowd. It might be an associate of his, we don't know, but what we do know is that the man hands Bubba a bottle of Jack Daniels. Bubba opens up it up and immediately takes a few pulls out of the bottle. He climbs into the ring as Ross begins to stir, getting up to a knee. Bubba walks over to Ross.

Eric Emerson: Sixty seconds! Security, please clear out the ring!

Security takes over the ring once more, clearing out all the debris from the first fall. All the weapons are cleared from the ring, and taken backstage. In Pure Rules, no weapons are allowed. Bubba looks almost sad for a moment and gives Ross a smack on the head. Bubba sits down next to Ross, who is leaning against the ropes. Bubba hands over his whiskey to Ross, who takes it immediately and starts to have himself a drink.

Brian Rentfro: He just lit the man on fire and now he's having a drink with him?

Jon McDaniel: I think some mutual respect has developed between these two, despite their violent and bloody feud.

Eric Emerson: Thirty seconds!

Ross takes a few more pulls from the whiskey bottle and hands it back over to Bubba. Both men are bloodied and battered, Ross a tad bit more due to being set on fire. Bubba takes another swig out of the bottle, which is nearly gone by now. Bubba gets up to his feet and raises his arms to the crowd who react loudly.

Eric Emerson: And that's it! Let's get the second fall underway!

DING, DING, DING!

The bell rang out as the arena erupted with cheers and excitement as fall two was getting under way.

Jon McDaniel: That last fall was brutal, and I’m expecting the same thing here, parents if you have kids watching this you may want to tell them to go to bed, this train is about to leave the station.

Bubba J stood still on his side of the ring as Ryan Ross jumped up and down small drips of sweat and blood dripped off of him. A short moment later Ryan went on the attack, rushing Bubba with a flurry of flying fists. Ryan pushed Bubba in to the corner and Irish whips him across the ring, making haste after him as to not cause too much tension to build in the barbed wire rope. Bubba J slammed into the buckle hard as Ryan leapt into the air and crashed down on his foe. Bubba staggered out of the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe the blood loss, maybe just fatigue from the first fall, but man that hit Bubba hard.

Ryan took his advantages when they came and this was one of them, he grabbed the barbed wire by both and lifted it over Bubba’s head. The fans go crazy knowing exactly what’s about to happen, as Ryan pulls it down around his opponents neck pulling it pushing it across his throat. Bubba gauges and pulls at it neck as Ryan wrenches it around his throat. Ryan kicks out one of Bubba’s knees, causing bubba to drop to a knee. Ryan quickly let go of the rope and dashed across the ring rebounding fast, and coming back stepping off Bubba’s knee and driving his own right into his skull.

Jon McDaniel: What a Shining Wizard that was I don’t think he can get the redneck here but it’s worth a shot.

Brian Rentfro: You don’t think he can get the redneck here, do you know who Ryan Ross is? The Phoenix is behind this guy.

Ryan fell on top of Bubba and waited for the refs count to begin.

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Kick out!

Ryan rose to his feet and look at the ref with a hint of evil in his eyes, but to no avail the Ref just showed him one finger and said “one count” before getting out of the way. Bubba had risen to his feet a look of pain and anger was on his face, Ryan turned around only to see Bubba J’s large arm come across his face turning him inside out and landing him straight on his head. Ryan crumpled into a heap in the center of the ring as Bubba taunted him.

Bubba: Get up boy get on your feet you little bitch.

Ryan shook his head and slowly rolled over getting to his feet Bubba quickly reacted pulling on the barbed wire, dragging Ryan across the ring to where he stood. Ryan looked up as he was right in front of him on all fours, Bubba’s face cracked into a big grin that instantly turned into a grimace of pains as Ryan lifted his arm right into his groin. Bubba dropped to his knees right in front of Ryan both men on the same level. Ryan grabs the rope and digs it deep into bubba’s face cutting his forehead. Few drips of blood dripped from his foes head as he yelled out in pain and rage. Ryan just sneered as he ripped it across his face a second time but this time Bubba helped him out and then removed it from his face. Ryan’s sneer turned right into a slight look of fear. Bubba now wore a grin, with a little extra teeth showing. Ryan went to strike Bubba in the face but to no avail it was blocked and responded with a strike. Ryan staggered backward but attempted another strike only to get it blocked again, but the favor was returned with another strike. Ryan fell to his butt and was met with a stiff kick to the face from Bubba, Ryan’s head bounced off the mat as Bubba stood over him stomping his stomach over and over again. Bubba’s face lit up as he had a thought a devious thought he placed the barbed wire across his stomach, with a grin, Bubba lifted his leg and stomped down hard on the rope. Ryan grasped his stomach in pain as the barbs dug into him. Little blood droplets started to well up on his stomach as he yelled out in pain, Bubba lifted his leg again and stomped down hard for a second time. Ryan rolled over wrapping himself in the barbed wire unintentionally, Bubba lifted his boot and brought it down a third time, causing Ryan to roll over again only wrapping himself deeper and deeper into this mess of barbed wire. Bubba looked at the rope and did something terrible, he pulled it as hard as he could, Ryan’s body left the mat and flew into the air momentarily allowing the barbed wire to roll him out, and rip at his skin as it did.

Jon McDaniel: That was sickening completely disgusting, I may not like the guy but Ryan Ross may need to give this one up right here.

Ryan Quivered on the mat as Bubba went for the pin fall with a simple boot on the chest.

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3 -- No! Ross kicks out!

Ryan lifted his shoulder off of the mat as the fans gasped with joy.

Brian Rentfro: The match isn’t over yet.

Bubba lifted his boot and stomped down hard again before bending down to lift Ryan off the mat. Ryan groggily hit Bubba in the stomach with a right making bubba double over, followed by a second and a third. Bubba stopped the punching with a stiff club across the back of Ryan dropping him back down to the mat. Ryan held his back in agony as Bubba lifted him from the mat a second time; the only difference was there was no resistance. Bubba booted Ryan in the stomach doubling him over only to be grabbed by the neck and pulled down as bubba sat out.

Jon McDaniel: oh my god the TRAILER PARK TRASH! This fall is over, for Ross.

Bubba rolled over to his hands and knees pushing Ryan from his face down position to a face up position and laying across him.

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2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD HE KICKED OUT!

Brian Rentfro: Ryan Ross has a lot of fight left in him Bubba J better watch out.

Ryan stared blankly at the rafters of the arena, as Bubba J leapt to his feet in rage demanding the Referee call it a three count. Ryan slowly turned over and started to raise himself off the mat Bubba turned around to continue the beat own on his foe but quickly realized that Ryan had returned to a standing position when he received a kick to the stomach. Ryan quickly shoved Bubba’s head under his arm lifted him up half way and spun out landing hard on his back whipping Bubba around landing in the same position.

Jon McDaniel: Oh MY THE DEN-O TORNADO!! This could be for this fall what an exciting match we have here so far.

Bubba held his head and neck tightly it was wrapped in barbed wire on the landing. Ryan rolled over and slid his arm across Bubba.

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2...

Kick out!

Ryan looked up at the ref and shook his head, but stayed on top of Bubba not wanting to give him time to recover. Ryan lifted him to his feet and Irish whipped him into the buckles. Bubba landed hard as Ryan chased after him and delivered a stiff knee to the chest grabbing onto his head and pulling him down onto his knees like a code breaker. Ryan shimmed out from under Bubba and then grabbed his head rolling back into his submission of choice, the Dark Depths.

Brian Rentfro: Now this has to be it, there is no way Bubba can serve this there is no rope break there is nothing to help him.

Ryan lifted his feet a little bit off the ground and hooked the onto the bottom rope giving him more leverage to pull back Bubba has no other option but to tap out.

Lance Weston: That’s it; the fall is over by submission.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the second fall by submission... "RED HOT"... RYAN ROSS!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Ross made Bubba tap!

Brian Rentfro: At least Bubba got to drink some more.

Jon McDaniel: Still, that doesn't sit well with Bubba. I wonder what the fans chose for the third fall, Brian.

Eric Emerson: And again, there will be a NINETY SECOND break!

Suddenly, there's a commotion by the stage. A vehicle is seen backing into the arena.

Eric Emerson: Per the fans' choice... the third and final fall will be an AMBULANCE MATCH!!!!

Ross gets up to his feet and spots the Ambulance pulling into the arena. It is parked off the side of the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: An Ambulance Match! That's a crazy idea, but then again... both of these men are gonna need one when this is all said and done!

Brian Rentfro: To go over the rules, to win you must put your opponent inside the back of the ambulance and close the door. Anything goes in an Ambulance match, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Just when you thought it couldn't get any more brutal.

Eric Emerson: Sixty seconds!

Bubba is finally up to his feet. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pants, and lights one up. Ross looks over at him with a sadistic smile.

Eric Emerson: Thirty seconds!

Bubba takes a long drag and sits back in the corner, waiting for the third and final fall. Ross readies himself in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This is it, Brian. The last fall! To be Global Champion you've got to lock your opponent inside that ambulance.

Brian Rentfro: What a way for this chapter to end in perhaps one of the most violent rivalries we've seen in quite some time.

Eric Emerson: Time's up! Ring the bell!

DING DING!!!

Ross charges after Bubba, but Bubba sidesteps with the cig in his mouth and shoves Ross into the turnbuckles. Bubba takes another drag out of the cig, and then puts the cigarette out on Ross' much injured back! Ross screams out in pain!

Jon McDaniel: That's just uncalled for.

Brian Rentfro: Perfectly legal, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Doesn't mean I have to like it!

Ross throws back an elbow and catches Bubba in the nose with it. Ross nails Bubba with a right, then a left and then sends him into the ropes. Ross tries to lift Bubba up on the rebound but Bubba kicks Ross right in the face. Ross backs up a bit and then Bubba almost beheads him with a tornado clothesline! Bubba gives Ross a few stomps to the chest. Ross tries to get to his feet and Bubba nails him the back of the head with his knee. Bubba gets Ross up to his feet and tosses him into the corner. However, Ross connects with forearm shots to Bubba's head, backing him up a bit. Ross gives Bubba a kick to the gut and then puts him in a side headlock. Ross calls out to the crowd and then nails Bubba with a running bulldog. Ross gets Bubba up to his feet and then sends him into the ropes. Bubba comes back and nails Ross with a shoulder tackle sending Ross to the mat! Bubba grabs Ross by the hair and gets him to his feet, and then hip tosses him to the mat. Bubba goes into the ropes and comes back with a snap legdrop across Ross' throat. Bubba gets Ross to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Bubba charges in but Ross moves out of the way just in time. Ross hits Bubba with a right! And then a left! Ross kicks Bubba in the gut and wraps him up on a front headlock, and then DDT! Ross gets Bubba to his feet and slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. Ross ascends to the top rope and flies off with a cross body, connecting with Bubba. But Bubba rolls backwards on the impact and ends up on top of Ross!

Jon McDaniel: And Bubba is laying into Ross as much as he can!

Brian Rentfro: Both men are extremely tired and in lots of pain at this point.. and the Ambulance seems so far away!

Bubba gets Ross to his feet and Bubba tries for a double arm axe handle but Ross kicks Bubba in the stomach again. Ross goes into the ropes and tries for an ax kick on a doubled over Bubba, but Bubba backs away and Ross misses! Then Bubba charges and hits a running lariat on Ross! Ross to his feet, and Bubba hits him with another lariat! Ross to his feet again and Bubba tries for another lariat, but Ross ducks. Bubba goes into the ropes and leaps at Ross with a flying knee! Bubba gets Ross to his feet and hits him with an uppercut. Bubba tries to send Ross into the ropes but Ross reverses. Bubba tries for another flying clothesline but Ross rolls out of the way. Bubba gets to his feet and Ross nails him with a right hook and then takes down Bubba with a dropkick. Ross gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. He comes off with a double foot stomp from the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: What a move by Ross!

Jon McDaniel: These two are just trying to brutalize each other as much as they can, and it seems it's about to escalate again!

Ross climbs out of the ring and reaches for something underneath the ring. He pulls it out, and it's... it's the Super Nintendo system complete with game controllers! Ross slides the system into the ring and climbs in.

Jon McDaniel: What! I thought security cleared that from the ring and took it backstage!

Brian Rentfro: I guess Ross had a backup system planted underneath the ring! Genius!

Ross picks up the system and smashes it into Bubba's head! Bubba, who was up to his feet, falls back down to the mat. Ross takes one of the game controllers and uses the cord to wrap it around Bubba's neck! Ross is choking Bubba with the SNES controller cord until Bubba turns bright red. Ross lets go and then grabs the controller by the cord, using it as a whip, and whips Bubba in the back with the controller!

Crowd: OUCH!!!!

Brian Rentfro: I agree with the crowd, Jon. I've been hit with a Nintendo controller. It hurts.

Ross hits Bubba again and again with the controller, and it breaks over Bubba's back!

Ryan Ross: "CHEAP MOTHER*BEEP*ER!"

Ross tosses the controller away and grabs the other one. He goes to hit Bubba with it, but Bubba kicks Ross in the gut! Ross drops the controller and Bubba rises to his feet, sprints, and spears Ross! Bubba goes crazy with lefts and rights, connecting on Ross' head and chest. Bubba takes the controller that isn't busted and throws it down on Ross' forehead!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! What else can these guys do to each other!? This is crazy! Both Ross and Bubba are bleeding everywhere!

Brian Rentfro: Well Bubba's dragging Ross out of the ring, he might be taking him to the ambulance to finish this once and for all!

Bubba drags Ross out of the ring and to the floor. Bubba whips Ross into the barricade and then nails him with a right hand. He grabs Ross by his head and they both begin to stumble up the entrance ramp. The ambulance is parked at the bottom of the stage off the side, but Bubba takes Ross up the entrance ramp and to the top of the stage. The ambulance is about 15 feet down from where they are and Bubba battles Ross on top of the stage.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba and Ross are battling it out on top of the stage! This is surreal, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: and Bubba levels Ross with a right hand! Ross is to a knee and Bubba grabs Ross by the arm...

Bubba attempts to whip Ross towards the edge and the ambulance...

Jon McDaniel: REVERSAL! ROSS SENDS BUBBA OVER THE EDGE!

Brian Rentfro: BUBBA CONNECTS WITH THE SIDE OF THE AMBULANCE!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bubba nails the side of the ambulance and falls to the floor. Ross is on one knee as the crowd is on their feet still, cheering as loud as they can. Bubba is barely moving, and Ross gets back on his feet and walks down the entrance rampway a bit. He jumps off to the side and walks over to the ambulance. Ross opens the back doors to the ambulance, signifying the end.

Crowd: FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!

Bubba is finally attempting to get up to his feet and Ross walks over to him. Ross takes Bubba and slams him face-first into the side of the ambulance. Ross punches and kicks Bubba wherever he can, and then Ross moves Bubba toward the back of the ambulance. Ross attempts to throw Bubba inside, but Bubba puts his foot up on the back bumper and elbows Ross in the gut!

Jon McDaniel: Bubba's still got fight in him! This is ridiculous!

Bubba slams the side of Ross' head into the ambulance door and then tosses Ross into the other ambulance door. Ross falls to a knee and Bubba grabs Ross by the head.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Bubba is gonna attempt to finish this match!

Bubba tries to throw Ross into the ambulance, but Ross is holding onto one of the ambulance doors for dear life. Ross nails Bubba repeatedly with elbows to the head, and Bubba backs up a bit, laying against the other ambulance door. Ross tries a finishing blow with his right hand and connects! Bubba's nose seems to be busted, and Ross brutally attacks Bubba with knee strikes and then finishes with an uppercut that lays Bubba inside the ambulance! Ross grabs Bubba's legs and shoves Bubba all the way inside, closing the doors!

Ross collapses to the ground.

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the third fall... and your new... GLOBAL... CHAMPION... "RED HOT"... RYAN ROSS!!!!!

EMTs immediately rush down to the scene, attending to Ross. They pull him away from the ambulance so EMTs can get to Bubba. Bubba and Ross are nearly unconscious, bleeding everywhere. Ross is immediately helped into the ambulance, which begins to pull away with both men to take them to the hospital.

Jon McDaniel: What an amazing, brutal match Brian. The fans got what they wanted, and Ryan Ross wins his first singles title and becomes our new Global Champion... on Genesis, no less!

Brian Rentfro: Indeed, Jon. This night has been remarkable so far, and it's not even over. Bubba and Ross will never forget what happened tonight and both men will go on to be living hardcore legends.

Jethro Hayes vs Sirus Moran

Clash of the Heroes


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and has a thirty minute time limit.

Jon McDaniel: I am so excited for this match Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Keep it in your pants Jon!

"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 the youngest Grand Slam winner in PWA history... he is the SOUTHERN HERO... 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 "

Originally, and still does usually, comes down to 'More Human Than Human' playing over the speakers. On the screen above him is a clip of Sirus standing in a hallway holding onto 'Al' and waving to all of the nice people. He comes out onto the stage and smiles while being genuinely happy to be here and his aura proves it. He runs and jumps up and down the aisle.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba... he stands six feet even and weighs in tonight at 234 pounds...

He brings 'Al' along with him to the ring, waving him in the air and greeting and high fiving as many fans as possible. He slides into the ring, tells 'Al' to behave and sets him up in the corner but out of harms way.

Eric Emerson: He is a two time PWA Grand Slam champion... a 16-time PWA Tag-Team Champion.. and one of only four superstars to ever win the PWA World Title a record of five times...

I give you.. SIRUS.. MORAN!!!!!!

The crowd goes insane for the brief return of one of the PWA's most legendary superstars.

Jon McDaniel: I never thought I'd see the day where Sirus Moran would be back in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: I was hoping he would stay retired!

Jon McDaniel: He still is retired, this is just a friendly exhibition match Brian.

DING DING DING!!!!

As the bell rings, Sirus and Jethro step to the center and nod to each other before shaking hands. They then step back and cirle each other, checking the other out and sizing things up. A lock up and both men test each other’s strength before breaking off. They circle again, and another lock up and another clean break. Sirus smiles but Jethro just nods, concentrating on this moment. They lock up yet again, and Jethro pushes Sirus to the corner. The ref orders for a break and Jethro breaks on two. Back in the middle they lock up again, and Sirus takes Jethro to the corner, breaking on two.

Brian Rentfro: I think both men are trying to feel each other out here.

Jon McDaniel: I couldn't agree more.

Jethro mouths ‘ready’ and Sirus nods. They lock up, and Jethro gets Sirus into a reverse arm bar. Sirus twists and reverses, putting Jethro’s arm behind him. Jethro goes to reverse, and Sirus sends him down with a clothesline. Sirus backs away, allowing Jethro to stand. They lock up again, Sirus with an armbar, twisting it around, Jethro reverses and puts Sirus against the ropes before whipping him to the other side. As Sirus comes back, Jethro connects with a drop kick.

Brian Rentfro: A dropkick from Jethro Hayes? Now I've seen everything.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro knows he needs to be well-rounded to beat a legend like Sirus Moran.

Jethro waits for Sirus to stand. They nod again. The crowd is loving it. They hook up. Sirus with a headlock, Jethro with a push off. Sirus to the ropes. Jethro leap frogs Sirus. Sirus comes back. Jethro drops to his belly, Sirus floats over to the other side. Jethro gets up, goes for a hip toss. Sirus blocks, and reverses it, hip tossing Jethro. Jethro hits hard, rolls up and meets Sirus, returning the favor and dropping Sirus with a hip toss. Sirus rolls up and they clash. Sirus with a forearm, Jethro with a forearm. Sirus with a chop, Jethro with a chop. Sirus grabs Jethro in a front face lock and lifts him for a Suplex. Jethro uses his weight, twists and lands behind Sirus and hits a back Suplex. Sirus hits hard, rolling away. Jethro jumps to his feet, but doesn’t pursue.

Brian Rentfro: Get after him!

Jon McDaniel: It's about sportsmanship, Brian.

In the corner, Sirus confers with ‘Al’, nodding at the given instructions. Jethro raises an eyebrow but waits. Sirus gets up, claps for Jethro and nods to continue. Both men lock up and Jethro backs Sirus up into the corner where we get a clean break. Jethro takes Sirus down with an arm bar, but Sirus fights out and locks in an arm bar of his own. Jethro gets to the ropes, and the crowd is hot, with dueling chants. Sirus locks in a keylock, but Jethro is able to reverse. Sirus and Jethro continue to chain wrestler, trading holds.

Brian Rentfro: Neither man is willing to give in to the other. It's really down the middle right now.

Jon McDaniel: As it should be. Both of these men are wrestling greats.

Jethro sends Sirus to the ring apron with a shoulderblock. Sirus sends Jethro to the outside with a shoulderblock of his own. Jethro tries for a German suplex, but Sirus backflips out. Jethro and Sirus lock up in a test of strength, and Jethro gets the advantage off the bat. Sirus is able to roll through and put the pressure on Jethro's hands, but Jethro makes it to the ropes to force a break. Sirus ducks and dives over and under Jethro before hitting a beautiful dropkick.

Brian Rentfro: Down goes the big man!

Jon McDaniel: Sirus showing Jethro how to really do a dropkick.

Sirus locks in a rear chin lock, but Jethro fights up to his feet. Sirus hits a couple of elbows to the back of Jethro's neck. Sirus rocks Jethro with a forearm in the corner before following up with a big chop. Sirus hits a backbreaker that's good for a two count. Sirus goes right back into the rear chin lock, but Jethro fights out again, though he quickly falls victim to an elbow that sends him to the floor. Sirus jumps to the ring apron, but his feet are taken out from under him by Jethro. Jethro follows up with a vicious dropkick.

Brian Rentfro: Another dropkick from Hayes! I can't believe my own eyes!

Jon McDaniel: Riona must have taught him how to do that or something.

Back in the ring, Jethro hits a snap suplex, and he follows up with a seated bear hug. Sirus is able to make his way to his feet and elbow Jethro in the face, breaking the hold, but Jethro comes right back with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that's good for a near fall. Jethro slams Sirus into the corner, and then hits repeated knife edge cops. Jethro picks Sirus up and slams him down to the mat, but he still can't keep Sirus down for a three. Jethro locks in a body scissors.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is keeping Sirus grounded and in control here.

Jon McDaniel: It won't be long before Sirus gets out of it.

Jethro turns the submission into a rear chin lock, but Sirus fights back up to his feet, working his way out of the submission. Sirus ducks a clothesline from Jethro and hits him with back to back clotheslines and a kick to the chest. Sirus tries for a clothesline, but Jethro ducks it and retaliates with a German suplex.

Brian Rentfro: Bam!

Jon McDaniel: Sirus is in some pain from that suplex!

Jethro stomps away at Sirus in the corner, before dragging him out and hitting a side backbreaker. Jethro locks in another rear chin lock, burying his knee in Sirus's back for extra pressure. Sirus is able to fight back, with chops and forearms. Both men go for a cross body block, and both men are down.

Brian Rentfro: Now that's a belly to belly slam!

Jon McDaniel: Clever.

Hayes maanges to get to his feet first. He walks over to Sirus who's on his knee and Sirus nails Hayes in the gut with an elbow. Sirus hits Hayes with a jawbreaker and then clotheslines Hayes down to the mat! Sirus lands a few stomps on Hayes and gets Hayes to his feet. Sirus whips Hayes into the ropes again and tries for another clothesline, but Hayes ducks. Hayes goes into the opposite set of ropes, comes back, and nails Sirus directly with a diving forearm to the head. Sirus goes down, but comes back up. Hayes lands a haymaker, staggering Sirus. Hayes comes back with lefts and rights and then throws Sirus into the turnbuckle. He climbs the middle rope and starts to deliver lefts and rights again to Sirus' head. The crowd wants to count the punches, but...it's Sirus. Hayes doesn't get any love as he reaches ten punches and then tosses Sirus down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: You can't expect the crowd to go with you when you're beating up a legend like Sirus, even if it is Jethro Hayes himelf.

Brian Rentfro: I'm surprised Sirus isn't exhausted yet. Despite the fact he looks clearly out of shape, he's been keeping up.

Sirus manages to get to his feet as Hayes picks him up from behind. He hits a back body drop, crashing Sirus to the mat. Hayes gets Sirus up, but Sirus tries to come back with a punch. Hayes dodges and catches Sirus in the mouth with a punch of his own. Sirus fires back, but Hayes blocks it and knees Sirus in the stomach. Hayes tries for a snap suplex, but before Hayes can wrap Sirus up Sirus head butts Hayes in the stomach. Sirus tries an elbow to the head, but Hayes ducks and grabs Sirus by the arm, flipping him over and sending him to the mat. Sirus gets up and goes after Hayes, but Hayes stands his ground and kicks Sirus low. Hayes gets Sirus in a face lock, lifting Sirus up only a little bit off the ground, and then dropping him down for a modified face plant. Hayes hooks a leg.

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: And Sirus kicks out right after two. The crowd is loving the match so far, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Well then they're dumb.

Sirus gets to his feet in the middle of the ring, and Hayes is on the assault. Hayes tries to kick Sirus low again, but Sirus blocks and sweeps Hayes off his feet. Hayes gets up immediately, only to be taken down with a dropkick. Hayes gets back up, but Sirus is too quick as he lands a forearm shot to the back of Hayes. Hayes makes a last ditch effort and rams his shoulder into Sirus' stomach, driving him into the ropes. But Sirus picks Hayes up in power bomb fashion and drops Hayes on his back. Sirus hooks a leg.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Hayes got his foot on the bottom rope.

Jon McDaniel: What strength by the Chosen One! I can't believe he was able to get Hayes up and down like that!

Brian Rentfro: Alright, alright. Looks like Sirus has still got it.

Hayes gets to one knee as Sirus goes into the ropes. Sirus tries a low dropkick, but Hayes rolls out of the way. Sirus ends up in a slide and gets to a knee. Hayes comes at him and tries a knee to the face, but Sirus blocks it and counters with a punch to the stomach. He tries for an uppercut, but Hayes dodges it by stepping back and catches Sirus with a sweeping kick. Sirus hits the mat and Hayes tries for a knee drop, but Sirus dodges at the last second. He grabs Hayes by the arm and lands a right hook on Hayes' jaw. He does it again, and again, keeping Hayes close to him. Hayes breaks free and staggers back. Sirus runs at him, but Hayes catches him and flips him over the top rope and out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And Sirus gets tossed out of the ring like a ragdoll!

Brian Rentfro: He looks like, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: He's fine!

Hayes takes a breather as Sirus regains himself on the outside. The ref starts the count.

1!

2!

Hayes gets to his feet, letting Sirus put himself back together on the outside.

3!

4!

Brian Rentfro: Why isn't Hayes going after him?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, because Hayes wants to fight fair and not dirty on the outside of the ring?

Brian Rentfro: Yawn.

Sirus gets into the ring after the ref calls for 6, and then stops the count. Sirus nods at Hayes and they go at it again. Sirus gets the upperhand and nails Hayes with a shot to the ribs. Hayes comes back with a high roundhouse, but Sirus gets underneath it. He tries with his own kick, but Hayes is quick to catch him with an elbow to the face. Sirus staggers back and Hayes takes Sirus down with a fisherman's suplex. He covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Almost a three count. Sirus got the shoulder up just in time.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe I actually wanted Jethro to win. Never thought I'd want something like that.

Sirus grabs his back, but gets immediately pulled up to his feet by Hayes. Sirus blocks a punch and swings around to Hayes' back. He hits a big reverse DDT and wastes no time trying to win.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: ANOTHER CLOSE ONE!

Brian Rentfro: It's getting exciting now ain't it Jon!

Sirus gets up to his feet and awaits for Jethro to get up. Hayes gets up to his feet with help from the ropes. He turns around and Sirus goes for the Wrong Hand of Doom! Hayes dodges it at the last second and Sirus slips by Hayes. Hayes puts Sirus in a full-nelson, but Sirus immediately nails Hayes in the forehead with the back of his head. Sirus turns around and locks his arms with Hayes' arms and starts headbutting him!

Fans: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5!

Sirus puts in 5 solid headbutts, and is a little woozy himself. He shakes his head and then sends Jethro into the ropes. Jethro comes back and Sirus lifts him up, spins, and slams him to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb!

Jon McDaniel: THE NAMELESS KNOCKOUT! THE NAMELESS KNOCKOUT! IT'S OVER!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Hayes! KICK OUT!

Sirus crawls over to Hayes and makes the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!!

DING DING DING!!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... The Chosen One... SIRUS... MORAN!!!!!!!

Sirus rises to his feet and throws his hands up hysterically! He has a big smile on his face and still can't really believe he won. The ref raises one of Sirus' arms and he celebrates. He goes over and picks up 'Al', telling him about the exciting news and celebrating some more. Hayes manages to get up to his feet.. still a little woozy from all the headbutts. Hayes walks over to Sirus and they embrance in a man-hug. Hayes and Sirus turn toward the crowd and raises each other's arm.

Jon McDaniel: And what a fantastic display of sportsmanship between two great athletes of their respective generations.

Brian Rentfro: Alright, Jon, for once I might have to agree with you on that. No matter what, Sirus and Jethro have defined the eras they competed in and for them to come together and give everyone a great exhibition match like that... it's phenomenal.

Jon McDaniel: You getting sloppy on me over there?

Brian Rentfro: (sob) No.. no.. I'm fine.

Suddenly, somebody hops the barricade and slips past security. He slides into the ring and security tries to make their way in, when they all look up and realize it's...

Jon McDaniel: Matthew Engel's in the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Engel is cutting the girly celebration early.

Jon McDaniel: Weren't you just sobbing a second ago?

Brian Rentfro: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Engel makes a move toward Hayes and Sirus, but Hayes immediately intervenes, yelling at Engel for ruining his moment and telling him to get out of here.

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is putting himself betwen Engel and Sirus. I don't really understand why Engel wants to hurt Sirus of all people.

Jon McDaniel: Engel has lost it, Brian, ever since Chaotic Rampage. He'll attack anyone to make a point that no one is safe.

Brian Rentfro: But it seems Hayes might have talked some sense into Engel, because he's leaving the ring!

Engel has turned around and started to climb out of the ring. Hayes keeps his focus on Engel, but turns around towards Sirus. Sirus is instantly grateful and extends his hand for another handshake. Hayes is full of smiles as Engel stands on the apron, looking over at arguably two of the most charismatic men to ever grace a PWA ring.

Jon McDaniel: This just goes to show you how important this match is, Brian. Not even Matthew "Virus" Engel could infect this match because of its purity. Riona is right, Jethro Hayes is the perfect man to lead the PWA in its new er-- WHAT THE HELL?!!!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro Hayes just headbutted Sirus Moran!

Sirus falls to one knee from the devastating headbutt and Jethro places Sirus' head between his thighs as he wraps his arms around his waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Hayes then wrenches Sirus up so that his legs are over both of his shoulders, right leg over left shoulder and vice versa, before shoving Sirus down and stepping back, letting Sirus' own weight bring him crashing down to a the mat on his upper back.

Brian Rentfro: The Planter! The Planter on Sirus Moran! What the hell is Hayes doing?!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. This is.. I can't believe what I'm seeing with my own eyes.

The crowd falls completely silent, shocked about Jethro's actions. Engel steps through the ropes and enters the ring again. He cautiously walks over to Jethro Hayes, who is looking down on Sirus Moran with intensity. He turns around suspiciously towards Matthew Engel and Engel walks up right to him.

Brian Rentfro: We might see that fifth match of theirs right now!

Jon McDaniel: I can't.. why the hell did Jethro attack Sirus?

The crowd comes alive again and they are booing heavily, some people shouting "WHY JETHRO?" And the unthinkable happens: Hayes and Engel shake hands and embrace for a short moment.

Jon McDaniel: WHAT THE?!

Brian Rentfro: This was planned? Engel and Hayes are a team?

Engel walks over to the side of the ring by Rentfro and McDaniel and requests a microphone. A techie hands him one and Engel addresses the crowd, who are still booing very loudly towards both men. Sirus Moran is essentially laid out from the Planter, as a bruise begins to form on his forehead from that headbutt from Hayes.

Matthew Engel: Ladies and gentlemen, I --

The crowd is louder than before with their incessant booing. A "YOU SUCK!" chant begins to brew in some areas of the crowd.

Matthew Engel: No, no. That's where you're wrong. Because not only are you looking at two of the most dominate athletes in the PWA, but you're looking at arguably the best tag team in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: So it's official, Engel and Hayes have lost their minds, and now they're a tag team.

Jon McDaniel: I just.. Brian this was supposed to be a historical night of greatness and competition, not betrayal and corruptness. These two are casting a dark shadow over the PWA tonight.

Engel hands the microphone over to Jethro.

Jethro Hayes: That's right Matt. I got extremely tired of being dictated by you people, and now I am taking my career into my OWN hands. You're looking at the best tag team in sports history, and you're looking at the next PWA Tag-Team champions.

Brian Rentfro: Tag Titles? I thought Matt was inherent on going back for a fourth World Title reign.

Jon McDaniel: It seems it was just a ploy.. these two have ruined this night.

Engel is handed back the microphone.

Matthew Engel: That's right. My plans for another World Title are on hold.. and, let's be honest, the last month or so has been a ruse to blind you all from the truth. Jethro and I couldn't risk a leak of information or any doubt in your minds that we were enemies through and through. But tonight, we reveal to the world that we are partners and will be one of the most dominate teams in PWA history. We will remove Sirus Moran from this throne as a tag-team great, and nobody will get in our way.

Now, Jethro.. do us all a favor and put Sirus out of his misery.

Jon McDaniel: No! Don't do it Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: Who's going to help him? 'Al'?!

Suddenly, two men rush out from backstage. One of them we recognize instantly as World Heavyweight Champion, Raizzor. The other is...

Jon McDaniel: It's Randall Moran!

Brian Rentfro: And Raizzor!

Hayes has Sirus back up to his feet and about to do another Planter, but Engel signals Hayes to scatter. Hayes throws Sirus down to the mat and both Hayes and Engel exit the ring right as Raizzor and Randall slide in. Hayes and Engel circle around the ring toward the front by the entrance ramp. Randall is attending to Sirus as Raizzor stands guard, piercing Hayes and Engel with hateful and demonic eyes. The crowd continues to boo Hayes and Engel. Hayes is handed the microphone.

Jethro Hayes: We expected as much from you two. Tonight will mark the most memorable night in PWA history as myself and Matt have been brought together in the name of dominance and glory. We are going to show the PWA universe that there is nothing y'all can do to stop us. Tonight isn't over by a long shot, Michael. And henceforth, each week we will display our dominace by force both in and out of the ring. We aren't here just to win match after match, something we will do, we are here to make our presence known and make y'all fear us.

The tag team champions... if you want to call them that... should be shaking in their boots right now. They have no idea what's coming for them.

And the people who would not hesitate to step in our way, people like Riona Langly, Rob Robinson, Mark and Michael Sommers, Johnny Maverick... they will understand the dire severity of their consequences should any of them pose a threat to our agenda.

The crowd continues to boo as Hayes looks around. Raizzor stands impatient and agitated in the ring. Sirus is finally back on his feet with help from Randall, who looks at Engel and Hayes with furious eyes as well. The only one who doesn't look like he's got a bad case of road rage is Sirus, who is trying to convince Randall and Raizzor that everything will be okay.

Jethro Hayes: You people... you have been in support of me all this time, but y'all are the ones who have been holding me back. But that's over now, because Matt and I are going to take the PWA by storm. Riona was right about one thing, the PWA will be entering a new era, but it won't be lead by only me. It will be lead by [insert team name].

Hayes drops the mic on the stage and him and Engel disappear backstage as the crowd looks on with anxiety at Randall, Sirus, and Raizzor in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Well ladies and gentlemen... a new team in the PWA referring to themselves as 'Second 2 None' has been formed in the way of Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel. Despite how it came to be, they will be a major threat to the tag champions.

Jon McDaniel: I just can't believe Jethro betrayed us. What would compel him to do something like this?

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure we haven't heard the end of it, Jon.

Sirus Moran gets a standing ovation from the crowd as he, Randall, and Raizzor make their way up the entrance rampway. Sirus waves to the one crowd one last time, a look of joy across his face, and all three men disappear backstage with 'Al'.

Raizzor (C) vs Riona Langly

PWA World Title Match


Eric Emreson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is your Main Event!

The crowd cheer. The arena is at a fever pitch.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first… the challenger…

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###

Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Brian Rentfro: Riona has never looked more ready.

Jon McDaniel: She has to know if she’s ever going to be PWA Champion, this is the time to do. There’s nowhere bigger.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent…


RAIZZOR ENTRANCE!


Jon McDaniel: This is it folks, the big one, the top prize, the most anticipated match of them all. It’s Genesis ten and it all comes down to this.

Brian Rentfro: And we have our bell.

There’s some tentative circling from both competitors in the early going, each eager not to be the one to make the first mistake. Riona lands and outside leg kick to win the first blow and keep Raizzor on his toes. The second one is a stinger and causes Raizzor to take a back foot as Riona circles away. Raizzor seems a little perturbed in the early going as Riona continues landing strikes at will across his left leg.

Jon McDaniel: Riona playing it safe in the outside, not letting her much bigger opponent get a hold of her. She’s also doing her best to break down his base, and that’s certainly going to help her down the stretch if she can keep that up.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor won’t let that happen, Jon. He’s too smart to play into her game plan.

Razzior shakes away a few kicks before pressing the offense. He gets Riona backed into a corner before making his lunge but finds nothing but the ropes as Riona ducks out of his way. He then turns around into a few quick jabs and an elbow on the break as she increases the distance. Raizzor wipes his mouth and then presses out the corner, continuing to pressure her. Riona finds herself on the back foot and constantly without an opening. She never gives herself up though, and waits for Raizzor to swing before she ducks through, catching a knee on the way out.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know Brian. Riona might be too quick for him.

Brian Rentfro: She’s not as smart though. Raizzor has been at this game a lot longer and eventually he’s going to find a way though her defences.

Raizzor goes to a knee off the impact but he never slows down. Raizzor continues to press then, forcing Riona to react. She lands a few more leg kicks but eventually he catches her and grabs hold of her foot. Riona dithers on one leg for a moment before striking up with an Enzugiri, but Raizzor gets a hand up to block and lets her fall to the mat. Raizzor tries to get a hold of her but Riona has other ideas and quickly rolls out to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor breaks the deadlock but he still can’t get a hold of her. Not sure the floor is really where Riona should be taking this match though.

Raizzor follows Riona through the ropes but finds his feet lost beneath him as Riona kicks them out. Raizzor face plants on the apron before getting dumped to the floor, and then followed up with a Kneedrop across the bridge of the nose.

Brian Rentfro: Could Riona really have the Soul Taker’s number? At his event no less?

Riona ducks back into the ring and waits him out. The referee is barely into his count when Raizzor gets his feet, and that’s when Riona makes her move.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like she’s gonna fly…

Riona covers the ring at pace and leaps through the ropes in a Cannonball, but the force alone isn’t enough to floor Raizzor and he catches her legs on his shoulders and then swings her into the Guardrail. Nothing but her head catches the impact and she goes down in a heap.

Jon McDaniel: A crushing blow!

Brian Rentfro: Looks like we’ve got a fight on our hands.

Jon McDaniel: Not if he’s going to land anymore blows like that.

Riona doesn’t even know who she is anymore but Raizzor won’t be content with a count out victory and drags her through the ropes. He then lines her throat up along the apron and buries her with the point of his elbow. Riona rolls further into the ring to escape but he’s far from done and makes to follow.

Jon McDaniel: Now it’s all Raizzor, and he’s looking to make her pay.

Brian Rentfro: He’s not about to get shown up at Genesis of all places.

The shot wakes Riona up and she struggles to her knees to land a few punches. The shots have little effect though, and Raizzor steps through them to get his hands into her hair. Riona then finds herself back on her feet and launched into the corner where Raizzor beings to unleash some blows of his own.

Jon McDaniel: Riona opened with a good game but there was no way she was going to stay safe for ever.

Brian Rentfro: Now she’s paying the price.

A barrage of slow, precise shots leave Riona hung in the ropes and easy prey for Raizzor who launches her across the ring. Raizzor then mounts a run but gets caught with a boot that staggers him a few paces. Riona then throws herself up to the top-rope but Raizzor snatches her up with a hand around her throat. The referee calls a break in the ropes but Riona frees herself with a kick to the face. She then leaps and straight into his clutches as he fires her into the corner again.

Jon McDaniel: She’s still struggling but the onslaught from Raizzor has always been relentless.

Riona rebounds out of the corner and gets swooped up into a Spinebuster. It’s a crushing blow and possibly enough as Raizzor leans into a cover.


ONE


TWO

Brian Rentfro: And out!

Jon McDaniel: Riona has done a lot to get here. She’s not going to give it up that easily.

Raizzor looks disgusted as Riona sits up beneath him, and gets a handful of her hair as he pulls her into the ropes. Raizzor then hurls her across the ring, sending her almost too fast for her legs and leaving her no escape from a Big Boot on the return. Riona goes flat and leaves Raizzor sizing her up as he comes from the side and drops a hard elbow across her chest. Her legs kick up and he hooks one in a cover.

Jon McDaniel: He’s got her again. The ref counts.


ONE


TWO

And just barely a second count as Riona throws a shoulder up. Again he looks displeased but he perseveres and pulls her up by an arm. Raizzor then secures an Extended Armbar, letting her struggle a little before he puts her back down with an elbow to the side of the head. Riona goes to a knee and Raizzor circles round, lifting her up with one hand under the throat and then sending her reeling with a fist from the other.

Brian Rentfro: He’s making this look easy.

Jon McDaniel: Riona must have got rocked on that shot to the barricade.

Riona hits the ropes and rebounds with a punch that catches nothing but air. The second comes around though and smacks Raizzor up side the head as he moves in to catch her. The shot leaves him stunned and gives Riona a much needed breath. It’s not long though before he pushes her back into the ropes and opens up with a few body blows. Raizzor then looks to send her flying again but Riona blocks the whip and grounds herself. She then kicks free her hand and spins around into a back elbow strike before spinning back the other way for an Enzugiri that finds its mark. Raizzor slumps down.

Brian Rentfro: And for the first time in the match Raizzor is looking hurt.

Jon McDaniel: This looks like her chance.

Riona knows it and is quick to react, nailing forearms from each side and then a knee to the face to knock him into the ropes. Riona then takes off running and comes back into a Dropkick that puts Raizzor out to the apron. She then looks to follow but Raizzor reaches up and gets her around the neck.

Brian Rentfro: A Chokeslam too the floor?

Jon McDaniel: If he hits that it’s going to be all over but the counting.

Riona finds herself in the air but she manages to land a kick and then leans back, throttling Raizzor on the top-rope. Raizzor looks stunned and an easy target as Riona jumps up onto the second rope and then twists back with a Dropkick that puts Raizzor out to the floor. He takes the barrier hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him unable to block Langly this time as she comes off the rope and wipes him out on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: A second dive from Riona, and this time it pays off!

Brian Rentfro: She’s taking any chance she can get to keep him down.

Raizzor gets buried into the rail and leaves his mark in a dent. It takes a lot from Riona then to get him to the ring and sling him under the ropes. She then takes a stance on the apron and waits him out.

Jon McDaniel: she’s taking a lot of chances her. She can’t stay lucky forever.

Raizzor finds his feet soon enough and finds Riona shortly after, vaulting up into the air and catching him around the neck with a spinning DDT.

Brian Rentfro: Whiplash! And she’s on him!


ONE


TWO

The second hand hits and Raizzor storms out shortly after, sending Riona away. She’s quickly back to her feet and he’s not far behind, getting tagged with kicks anywhere that’s open. Raizzor comes up hunches and Riona sends him up right with a kick to the face and then scores with the Reality Check. It’s a solid shot but Raizzor snaps back and catches her about the throat again. This time he doesn’t hesitate, and sends her roaring into the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Huge Chokeslam from Raizzor, but he’s not done.

Raizzor stands tall over Riona, throwing back his hair and then getting her to her feet. Raizzor then charges her into the corner with a Shoulder Tackle and then sends her flying with a high – high Hip-Toss, clearing the ring in the process. Riona arches from the pain, but soon finds a boot planted in her stomach to keep her down. Raizzor squeezes the life out of her and the referee has not option but to count the cover.


ONE

And she spins out.

Jon McDaniel: Riona keep herself in it, but I don’t think he was actually looking for the cover.

Brian Rentfro: I think he was just looking to squash her.

Raizzor gets Riona up again and slings her onto a shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: Tombstone Shoulderbreaker coming up.

Brian Rentfro: This will do it.

Raizzor holds her with one arm and draws a thumb across his throat with the other. It elicits a cheer from the fans that in turn wakes Riona back up. Her legs start kicking then and she drops back to her feet. Shaky, but with enough to come forward into a Dropkick to his left knee. Raizzor buckles.

Brian Rentfro: He’s down!

Jon McDaniel: Could be hurt.

Raizzor seethes as he sits up and Riona is on him. She then catches a hand full of hair with her left hand and begins driving home elbows from the right. The fans are eating up each one and Raizzor is starting to look groggy. Riona then lets go and fires off one with a spin. The impact is great and leaves him open for another. Spit and blood starts to fly as she lands a third. The Soul Taker gets rocked and goes down off a forth.

Jon McDaniel: Roaring Elbow after Roaring Elbow. And finally Raizzor goes down.

Riona falls back from the strain but Raizzor isn’t out, and rises back to a knee. The look on his face is a fearful one and with blood dripped down his face he only looks worse. Riona looks to close in again but he latches onto her throat and begins to squeeze. The referee tries to pull him off but Riona has to do it herself, scoring with a mid level kick and then a Fifth Roaring Elbow that send him spinning away. Riona then catches his arms, leaps up and drags him down onto her knees.

Jon McDaniel: Riona with the Detonator.

Brian Rentfro: she’s got him! She’s done it!


ONE


TWO


Jon McDaniel: No!

But an inch from defeat and Raizzor comes back, pushing off his shoulders. Riona rolls off and looks mortified, but she can’t help but notice how slow he is to react. Raizzor struggles to sit up and even more so when Riona leaps up and lands both feet on his face, forcing him down into a Double Foot Stomp.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is throwing everything she has at the Soul Taker but he’s not backing down.

Brian Rentfro: What action.

Riona staggers through and into the ropes. An opportunity rises then and she scurries through the ropes. Once more then she prepares to leap.

Brian Rentfro: What does she have left?

Raizzor is up and so is Riona, leaping to the ropes, Raizzor closes the distance though, following into the ropes to shift her balance and bring her down onto his shoulders. Riona tries to fight it again but Raizzor slings her around, and finally brings her down into the Tombstone, his knee crushed into her as she falls.

Jon McDaniel: The Tombstone Shoulderbreaker! Riona takes the brunt of the impact and then down on her skull.

Brian Rentfro: He’s put away countless individuals with this, and Riona looks to be just one more.

Riona lands hard but Raizzor falls back. On instinct he drops her to his already buckled knee. And the pain is evident as he falls back from the move. He clenches his teeth though and forces through, clawing his way into the cover.

Jon McDaniel: He’s on her.


ONE


TWO



Brian Rentfro: THREE!

Jon McDaniel: No! Two! The ref says two!

Brian Rentfro: You’ve gotta be kidding me!

The punishment is taking its toll. And he just couldn’t get to the cover quick enough.

Raizzor sits up, utterly aghast. He never quits though, and once more brings Riona into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like he’s got one option left.

Brian Rentfro: Driven to Hell. If he scores this she’s got nothing left.

Raizzor sets her up then and pulls her into his grasp. Riona pushes her feet on the buckles though and sends them both spilling along the mat and down to the canvas. It’s clumsy but it keeps her in the fight, and opens up a mad dash for a foothold, both struggling just to go on. Riona to her knees, Raizzor comes up certainly and both begin to trade off.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think a fist fight benefits either party here, but it certainly isn’t going to do Riona any favors.

Raizzor indeed comes up stronger, scoring blows that put Riona on her back. He then drags her back up, but Riona lands a kick on the point of his knee again. Raizzor lets go and Riona hammers on, landing a flurry of shots that finally manage to put him to a knee. Riona goes back to the elbows, landing again and again. A Roaring Elbow crushes again and Raizzor falls sitting. Riona then hits the ropes, comes flailing back and falls into an elbow shot that puts Raizzor to the floor. Yet he sits up… and Riona comes again. The second lands hard, but he goes bolt up right again. Two more shots from standing and she goes running again. A third Elbow finds its mark and she throws everything she has, falling into a cover anyway she can.

Jon McDaniel: The fall! Could this be it!
Brian Rentfro: That’s hardly even a finishing move. No way Raizzor fails here.
The ref drops into position.
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT!!???????????

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: What… what just happened here?

Riona falls away from the cover. Her eyes shocked. She knew she had to do what ever it took, but she didn’t even begin to think that was the end. She looks at Raizzor, who lays there, breathing hard on his back. She stares deeply, trying to understand. She’s won, but she doesn’t believe she won this way.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor’s not moving!

Riona crawls over, hands and knees and looks down at the Soul-Taker. He lays there, eyes open and they turn and look back at Riona. She gulps, trying to get saliva to coat her throat and she asks… how. Raizzor looks back at her….respect in his irises, and he sits up, startling her.

Jon McDaniel: Careful!

Riona is still shaken from the pain of the match, and stares in awe as the Soul-Taker rises to his feet. Stumbling, he motions for the world title from the ring attendant. He gives him the belt and Raizzor turns. Riona, trying to make it to her feet, starts to fall, but Raizzor catches her. She looks at him, and he lays the PWA World Title on her shoulder, raising her hand as Emerson calls out.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, AND NEEEEEEW PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION; RIONA LANGLY!

The fans are shocked but cheering wildly. Raizzor nods and backs off, giving her the spotlight as he fades into the corner, still limping and needing the support. The celebration is interrupted by the guitar and drums of "All Nightmare Long" by Metallica. The crowd, already on their feet, are anxious about who is coming out.

Brian Rentfro: Seems like the World Champion never get too much airtime celebration these days.

Jon McDaniel: It comes with the job I suppose.

To everyone's distaste and surprise, Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes both walk out from behind the curtain. The crowd begins to boo heavily, as Raizzor and Riona look on from the ring. Both are exhausted, both want to go home after their tremendous match, but the night isn't over. Riona looks on with horror written all over her face, like she's seen a terrifying ghost.

Jon McDaniel: Riona's worst fears have come true. I.. I still can't believe that this is happening. It is truly a nightmare, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: You can wake up from nightmares, Jon. This is very real... and it's growing on me.

Jon McDaniel: Growing on you? How could you say that after what Jethro did to Sirus Moran?

Brian Rentfro: I never liked Jethro because he was always dumb and everyone loved him for it. But now? This new Jethro is pretty cool! He definitely got the drop on all of us and you gotta respect that Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Absolutely not.

"All Nightmare Long" dies down and Matthew Engel has a microphone in hand.

Matthew Engel: "I told you this night wasn't over. Despite what you two have accomplished tonight on the biggest stage in PWA history, despite what personal accomplishments either of you have achieved, they will ultimately be overshadowed by one question: 'Why?' And it's not referring to why did you lose or why did you win, or why Michael Sommers still dresses like a freak show or why Riona hasn't been laid in years. It's referring to my partner in crime here, Jethro Hayes.

So, Jethro. Why don't you tell them everything? Tell them just how your perceptions have been realigned for the sake of your career and your God-given talent."

Engel tosses the mic to Jethro, and folds his arms together with a sarcastic look of inquiry on his face. He can't help but chuckle a bit. Jethro flashes a smile and speaks.

Jethro Hayes: "A little over a month ago, on the eve of Chaotic Rampage, I approached Matthew Engel in a different manner than the norm. I reached out to him for guidance, because it was quite obvious that he was right. I was not ready to face him in another match. I have not been myself ever since my return to the PWA, and it ticked me off to no end. I was tired of fighting insignificant talent on the midcard and tired of getting passed up for another opportunity at the World Title. You can partially thank that sassy roomie of yours, Riona, because she helped me realize something. If I ever wanted to get back on top of this business and truly be the best in the world, I needed help. And.. it came in a mysterious and suspicious way to me. I thought to myself.. could he ever help me?"

Raizzor is almost paralyzed by Jethro's words.. and Riona still looks on in shock and disbelief. Engel gives Hayes a shrug, and says "Tell'em, Jethro."

Jethro Hayes: "Engel's intentions to break me down and build me back up to be better than ever before failed because of me, not him. Engel has always been a great competitor and he brings out the best in himself and his opponens. That is a skill you can't just go out and buy, and it was something I needed to learn and the only way to do it was to have the master himself teach me. I am tired of being content with where I'm at, and I want more for myself. This is the only way, and it's the best way possible. We will lay down the challenge for tag title gold, we will destroy those supposed champions. You're looking at the greatest team in this business, and right now.. right now we're going to show you why."

Hayes drops the mic and both Engel and him head down the rampway in an urgent manner. Riona and Raizzor ready themselves for battle in the ring, albeit fatigued and ill-prepared. Then, suddenly...

Brian Rentfro: Wait.. two men have just climbed out from underneath the ring right in front of Jethro and Engel!!!

Jon McDaniel: It's The Order of Chaos! Kalis and Masakazu are here!

Brian Rentfro: And they're attacking Engel and Hayes!

Kalis goes for Engel and Masakazu goes for Hayes. Kalis nails Engel with a devastating roundhouse kick and then continues the assault with lefts and rights. Masakazu nails Hayes with a spinning heel kick, sending the Southern Hero back a few steps. Masakazu springboards off the barricade and nails Hayes with a knee uppercut!

Jon McDaniel: Finally! Finally someone is standing up to them!

Brian Rentfro: Wait! Engel gives Kalis a low blow!

Kalis falls to a knee and Engel gives Kalis a kick to the chest, putting Kalis flat on his back. Masakazu sees his father on the ground and then goes after Engel, but Engel ducks a clothesline. Masakazu stops and turns on a dime, but is met with a spinning back fist from Engel! Hayes grabs Kalis by the head and gets him up to his feet. Riona and Raizzor have seen enough and exit the ring, walking over to assist the Order of Chaos. However, security from around the ring and from backstage surround the Order of Chaos and the newly formed tag team, Second 2 None. A security force of about 15 men pull apart the two teams and keep Raizzor and Riona separated from them as well.

Jon McDaniel: Damn it! That isn't fair! Hayes and Engel deserve to get a beat down tonight for what they've done!

Brian Rentfro: Listen to yourself, Jon! Security is just protecting the Order of Chaos!

Jon McDaniel: It didn't look like they needed it!

Hayes and Engel are being restrained by a lot of security, and being dragged back up the entrance ramp. Kalis and Masakazu are being held back by the other half of the security team. Both teams are exchanging some harsh words as Raizzor and Riona look on, still shocked from the sight of Engel and Hayes together.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe it has come to this. Engel and Hayes are now a team, and the Order of Chaos has returned to.. not cause chaos, but restore balance in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Ironic, don't you think? Either way, it is going to be a hell of a war between these two teams... and especially for anyone else who gets involved.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that's it for us Brian. We need to sign off now.. I just.. can you do it? I'm not feeling well.

Brian Rentfro: Sure Jon. That's it from St. Louis, folks. Genesis X has come to an end, but join us next week for the aftermath on Saturday Night Rampage! From Jon McDaniel and myself, have a great night and we'll see you next week.

(C) PWA 2010