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


03-07-2010


The New Order


The scene fades to outside of the arena this evening as Rampage is set to begin. It's at this point, from the distance we hear loud rap music thunderously vibrating the very ground as a very familiar BMW X5 rolls up to the arena. As it pulls up beside the camera crew waiting, the bullet holes plugged into its left side remain there unchanged, dry blood still staining her side. Kalis steps out from the drivers side as Masakazu steps out from the passengers side. Both men rub their shoulders as if something is missing.

Masakazu: I think this is the first time since Manitoba Mayhem we've arrived without titles over our shoulder.

Kalis nods, smirking as he ties his black bandana around his head whilst chucking the half finished cigarette from his hand. He pulls up another black bandana, this one around his neck and places it over his mouth as he reaches into his waist to reveal the Desert Eagle Mark VII he is known to carry with him at all times. He cocks the weapon and raises the barrel to the sky. He starts firing a quick succession of multiple gunshots into the BMW X5, his BMW X5, to the surprise of Masakazu. He pops the tires, shatters the tinted windows and fires a round or two into the engine of the vehicle. Masakazu steps back as Kalis now raises the gun to his head.

Simon Kalis: How many shots have I fired? And how many does this weapon hold?

Kalis closes his eyes and fires, smiling as the gun clicks empty. He walks over to the sewer manhole along the street and drops the gun into it after dismantling it.

Masakazu: You're losing your mind, father. You're all over the place...

Kalis and Masakazu begin walking into the arena, the security guards move aside, figuring Kalis has no firearms now.

Simon Kalis: I am. For as long as the PWA is being sieged upon by the unworthy likes of Starr, Stone, Hayes and Engel... Then I am going to be crazy.

Masakazu: And the gun?

Kalis turns back to face Masakazu and smiles, raising his fists.

Simon Kalis: I've got something better.

Masakazu nods softly, but looks sort of like he's hiding back some anger.

Masakazu: Yeah but did you have to shoot up our own car?

Simon Kalis: We were punished for our infedility, Mas. So yes, I did.

Kalis stops at the front doors and turns his head, squinting his eyes menacingly. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes and crushes it in his hand, letting it fall from his hand onto the cement.

Simon Kalis: We sinned against our very own teachings and suffered the consequences, never again. Our enemies tried to destroy us, Mas. They took us from the PWA and as a result our beloved Chaos has passed into the history of video archives. No, now we pledge ourselves to the entire PWA. We pledge to save the PWA from the aftermath of the Pantheon, a virus so powerful the after shocks are still reverberating throughout the PWA today. Yes, there have been improvements. But so much has gone wrong, and we must do what we were always destined to do my child.

Simon Kalis pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and lets it float to the ground.

Masakazu: I understand.

Simon Kalis: We sacraficed ourselves for Chaos last time. This time, before this new war is over- we may lose more than our careers. There is much unfinished business, and it begins tonight.

Masakazu looks down at that sheet of paper as both he and his father enter the building solemnly. Before the camera can zoom in to show us what it says, it floats away in a gust of wind as we fade...

Riona Langly vs Kyle Stevenson


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.

Eric Emerson: "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.

Eric Emerson: "He is..."THE ICEMAN" KYLE STEVENSON!!!"

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

### 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: Introducing... 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 your Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion.... 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.

Ding Ding

Lockup, Kyle with a quick go behind into a rear waistlock, but Riona counters with a reversal into one of her own.

Jon McDaniel: Riona with a great counter.

Brian Rentfro: The usual counter.

Kyle slams an elbow back into Riona's head, but she lowers it just in time to stick it back up. Riona lifts Kyle up, slamming him down on his neck. Stevenson rolls up to his feet, holding at his neck, but Riona is there with a stiff clothesline sending him into the ropes. Irish whip sends Kyle running across the ring. Riona rushes forward, lowering her head to flip Kyle over her back.

Brian Rentfro: Kyle lands on his feet.

Riona turns around, Kyle is there with a running forearm that takes her down to the canvas on her back. Kyle jumps up into the air, coming down with a leg drop across her throat. Kyle pulls her up to a vertical base, Irish whip into the corner. Kyle charges in with a clothesline, but Riona ducks down and away from the blow. Kyle manages to stop himself just in time but Riona plants him in the corner with a standing dropkick slamming his chest into the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Riona and Kyle going move for move here.

Brian Rentfro: But Riona looks better doing it.

Riona leaps, with her legs spread on either side of Kyle as she pounds her forearms into the back of his skull. Riona delivers vicious right after vicious right into the back of his skull for added measure before she leaps onto his shoulders.

Brian Rentfro: Reverse hurricanrana out of the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Kyle slams front first onto the canvas and Riona rolls him over for the pin.

One...

Two...

Kyle throws a shoulder up to stop the count. Riona nods her head as she pulls Kyle back up to his feet. Stevenson slams a forearm into her midsection doubling the World Champion over. Kyle wraps his arms around her head slamming her head first into the canvas out of a quick desperation. Kyle lays there breathing heavily before rolling back up to his feet. Pulling Riona up to her feet, he slams her head first into the top turnbuckle before sitting her up on the top turnbuckle. Following her up, he tucks her head under his arm and wraps his hand up in her tights before lifting her up in a vertical suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Riona put down with a Super Vertical Suplex.

Brian Rentfro: Kyle makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Riona kicks causing her shoulder to slam upwards off the mat keeping herself alive.

Brian Rentfro: Only two there, a bit too early.

Jon McDaniel: Especially with the anger Riona is fighting with after Jethro's actions at Genesis.

Kyle shoots to his feet, hitting the ropes springing back with a moonsault before he pulls Riona up to her feet. Kyle pounds a right hand into her jaw before he looks behind him. He turns back to Riona, a smile on his lips as he climbs up the corner turnbuckles. Riona jerks the arm causing Kyle to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle, she follows him up. Riona with a big forearm blow that sends Kyle swaying backwards from the seated position. Riona with a second blow rocks him again. Riona kisses her hand, smacks Kyle with a reverberating slap across the chest to nearly send him over. As Kyle comes back to the upright seated position, Riona turns so that her back is facing Kyle, she has a wicked smile on her face.

Jon McDaniel: I don't like that look Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I don't think Kyle is going to like what she has planned.

Riona grabs Kyle in a three quarter facelock and as she dives out from the corner, she brings Kyle over her shoulder to slam him back first on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: A super snapmare!

Brian Rentfro: Kyle has to be hurting after that move.

Riona hooks the leg and the referee slides into position.

One...

Two...

Th--Kyle manages to roll a shoulder up, noticeably slower than before.

Brian Rentfro: He kicked out, but just barely.

Jon McDaniel: That move took alot out of the "Iceman".

Riona pulls Kyle back up, locking his arms from the side and placing her palms on his upper back. Riona lifts and releases in mid-air.

Brian Rentfro: Release Tiger Suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Kyle spins to land on his feet and is in the ropes.

Riona lands on her knees, looking up right into Kyle's boot that slams into her face knocking her backwards. Riona sits back on her feet, Kyle comes in with a springboard clothesline taking her down onto her back. Kyle immediately goes to the ankle synching in an anklelock. Riona rolls over quickly to grab onto the bottom rope and break the hold. Kyle holds for the count of four before releasing to pull her back away from the ropes and up to her feet. He underhooks both of her arms, lifting her up and dropping her down with a double arm knee drop piledriver.

Brian Rentfro: That is going to give the World Champ a headache.

Jon McDaniel: That is for sure and Kyle is holding his own against the World Champion here.

Kyle whips Riona into the corner, following with a high knee...

Jon McDaniel: Hell Freezes Over!

Brian Rentfro: Riona moves!

Kyle slams into the corner and Riona holds onto the top rope for a moment, catching her breath. Riona grabs him in a reverse front facelock. She then hooks her free arm under Kyle's lifting him at a 45 degree
angle. She then drops the arm holding Kyle swinging it outward as she falls forward, taking Kyle with her as she falls onto
her back with his headcradled against her shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: Bomb Dropper Remix!

Brian Rentfro: But Riona is unable to capitalize after that move.

The referee gets near the two wrestlers, beginning his count of ten.

One!

Neither stir as he checks both from his standing position.

Two!

Riona moves a bit, blinking up at the lights.

Three!

Riona rolls her head, getting the kink out of it.

Four!

She rolls onto her side, trying to get on over to her front. Kyle still isn't moving.

Five!

Change that, Kyle is flexing his fingers as Riona gets up to her elbows beside the ropes.

Six!

Riona is up to her knees, shaking her head. Kyle is shaking his head now.

Seven!

Riona is up to her feet, the count stops.

Jon McDaniel: Riona taking advantage of the count to rest up a bit.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, this match hasn't been going long but that match against Raizzor was only a little over a week ago.

Riona rushes in towards Stevenson, who has gotten to his knees, leaping into the air she comes down with a leg drop that smashes Kyle's face into the canvas. Riona is up quickly, using the momentum to her advantage as she picks Kyle up to a vertical base. She nails him in the midsection with a big knee into his gut before she grabs him in a front facelock. Riona takes the back of her foot to slam it into the back of Kyle's knees before she immediately hits the ropes. Riona steps up on the bent knee of Kyle, delivering a stunning shining wizard to the "Iceman."

Jon McDaniel: The Iceman on the wrong end of that Shining Wizard.

Brian Rentfro: He looks nothing like Chuck Liddell to me.

Riona lifts Kyle up to a groggy vertical base, wrapping his arms together from the side.

Jon McDaniel: Riona setting up for the Tourniquet here.

Brian Rentfro: She wants to end this here and now.

Kyle stomps on her foot, breaking her concentration and begins to power out with elbows to the World Champion's face. Riona releases the hold, firing back with a few elbows of her own. Kyle drops to one knee, slamming an elbow into her midsection before jumping up and slamming a knee into her bent over face. Riona is salmmed back into a vertical position as Kyle hits the ropes sliding between her legs. Kyle is up to his feet, rushing forward to cause Riona to slam chest first into the corner. Riona stumbles back out, holding her face and trying to wipe away at her stinging eyes. Kyle springs to the middle rope, coming back with a leg drop that slams Riona's face into the mat. Kyle is on a roll, but sits there the air rushing out of his body and the adrenaline having to rebuild itsself.

Brian Rentfro: Kyle needs to take advantage while he can.

Jon McDaniel: I think he is too exhausted to take advantage, right now.

Kyle rolls over to his feet, pulling Riona up along with his standing. Kyle with stiff knees into her face, keeping her out of it before placing her head between his legs and grabbing her in a powerbomb position. Something in the World Champion seems to come alive as Kyle lifts her up as once on his shoulders she begins to slam fists into his head and face. Kyle drops her onto her back and falls backwards into the corner, but Riona's head and neck slams painfully into the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: I think Riona has snapped.

Jon McDaniel: Again?

Kyle wipes at his throbbing head as he begins to stalk forward, waiting on Riona to get up. Kyle with a stomp to the head before he leans down to pull her up. Kyle with a chop to the cest of Riona, a second, and a third has her in the corner. Kyle climbs up, mounting her with rights and lefts but the crowd doesn't count because they love Riona and Kyle is shown no love. Kyle reaches nine when Riona smiles up at him.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is smiling.

Brian Rentfro: That doesn't bode well for Kyle.

Riona grabs Kyle around the waist, rushing forward to sit down and release him. Kyle's head, neck, and upper back slam into the canvas hard enough to rattle the ring violently. Riona has a dazed look in her face, before she stands up, walking over to Kyle's head.

Riona lifts Kyle up to his feet, locking her arms around his from the side.

Jon McDaniel: Tourniquet!

Brian Rentfro: Its over Jon!

Kyle is prone on the mat, but Riona stands back up, locking in a step over toe hold on Kyle's unconscious body.

Brian Rentfro: Painkiller Overdose!

Jon McDaniel: Overkill Brian.

Kyle makes no move as the referee slides into position in front of his face. Lifting his right arm once, it falls down. The referee looks over to the timekeeper, holding the arm up a second time, it falls limp. The referee looks again and lifts again. You guessed it, it falls again.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, your Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion.... Riona Langly!

Riona's music hits back up as she is handed the World Title and stands there absorbing the cheers of the fans. She looks up the entrance ramp, wanting something but no one knows what; she has sort of a missing look on her face.

This ain't eBay


“Original King” by Brother Ali kicks up for a pop from the crowd as the newly signed Jacob Seldon makes his way out, dressed in a black Self-Inflicted Drama muscle shirt and khakis and with a blue gym bag over one shoulder. He pauses at the top of the ramp to light a cigarette and then makes his way down to the ring. Stopping at the apron, he slides the bag up under the bottom rope and then collects a microphone from a ringside assistant before following the bag up onto the canvas. On his feet in the ring, he pauses for a moment to stare up at the crowd, before bringing the mic to his lips.

Jacob Seldon: So as much as I’d love to come out here and shoot the shit with you guys tonight, I have a match to prepare for so I’m going to have to make this one brief.

He smirks and reaches down to open the gym bag at his feet, revealing it to be filled with title belts. Rummaging around, he produces one and holds it aloft.

Jacob Seldon: See, when I inked a deal with the PWA last week, the board of directors had a few concerns about my ability to generate revenue for them. So I guaranteed them that I would make them money with my first appearance on PWA television. To that end, in a break from your regularly scheduled programme, we’re going to have a quick charity auction right now… the charity being my career.

A ripple of mild excitement passes through the crowd and someone in the front row shouts “I’ll give you ten bucks!”

Jacob Seldon: Our first item is the High Impact Competition Walking Wounded Title, awarded to me for the only time Ai Mei Montrose ever got nailed. We’ll start the bidding with this fat dude in the front row and ten dollars.

He doesn’t even wait to hear any other bids.

Jacob Seldon: Sold.

He hands the belt off to a ringside assistant who exchanges it with the fan for a crumpled ten note. Jacob grins and reaches down into the bag, this time producing two belts.

Jacob Seldon: Next, a double feature from a double title reign, the ACW World Title and the UWA Universal Title. At least one of them has been touched by Thunderwolf, ladies, here’s your chance to steal his DNA and fake a paternity suit.

An enterprising and, more importantly, loud young woman in the second row screams out “Five dollars!” and Jacob stares at her incredulously.

Jacob Seldon: For both?

He shakes his head in disbelief.

Jacob Seldon: Sold.

He hands off the belts to the assistant and the young woman hands him nickels and dimes. Jacob pulls out the fourth and final title belt from his bag.

Jacob Seldon: That brings our total so far up to fifteen dollars – wow, you people have deep pockets. Ah well. Last but by no means least, my pride and joy… the historic AOWF King of Extreme title. I won this beauty from the PWA’s own Matthew Engel at a little event you might have seen called Night of Armageddon. Anyone who remembers that event will understand the irony I found in Matt ripping on Rob Robinson the other week for riding in off of undeserved hype.

A die-hard fan in the front row hollers out “A hundred dollars!” excitedly but Jacob waves him away.

Jacob Seldon: But, you know… it seems a shame to sell it. It brings back some fond memories, not least of which was me putting Virus through a table. Besides, I know Matthew took that loss to me particularly hard and I’m sure he’s itching to storm out here, all red-faced and sulky, and take a swing at me.

A few of the smarter marks catch on and give a pop.

Jacob Seldon: So, Matt, why don’t you come on out here and we can discuss terms for a rematch.

A big pop this time and then a huge one as “Sympathy For The Devil” picks up on the sound system. Matthew Engel steps out from backstage with a microphone in his hand. He's in his ring attire, with a little bit of an unpleasant look on his face. The crowd responds accordingly with boos, but they wait in anticipation for what he is going to say. "Sympathy" dies down and Engel speaks.

Matthew Engel: Well, well. Hello, Jacob, nice to see you again. Last time we spoke was about my younger brother Warren in that so-called wrestling promotion of yours. How's that doing, by the way? Oh, epic failure? Yeah. Well, you can't win'em all, kid.

Engel takes a moment to let out a chuckle, and Seldon has a smirk on his face.

Matthew Engel: But you can sure as hell try. I see that your game-plan here is to draw me out into some kind of angry frenzy, hoping that I'll step into the ring with you for that title and wrestle you with blind anger about a match that was over three years ago. When are you going to learn that I'm better than that?

The crowd lets out another downpour of boos. They want to see the rematch, clearly. Seldon lays back against the ropes, nonchalantly of course.

Matthew Engel: I'll tell you what, though. Let me come down there for a second and we'll... talk about a rematch. I'm not a man who doesn't believe in giving second chances.

Engel makes his way down to the ring. He climbs up the steel steps and through the ropes. Seldon stands up straight, still holding the KoE belt in his hand. Matt keeps his distance, and speaks again.

Matthew Engel: Jacob, I'm not a fool. I understand exactly what it is you're doing, and I wouldn't expect anything less. You've chosen to pull me out from backstage and use that title as bait to trap me into being a stepping stone for your rise here in the PWA. I heard about the skepticism the BOD showed you, and what better way to prove them wrong by defeating one of the biggest PWA superstars here? See, the sad thing is that you're not the one giving me a second chance. I'm the one giving you a second chance. And like I said, I believe in doing such a thing. However, your second chance starts right now.

Engel and Seldon go nose to nose in the middle of the ring, staring each other down intensely. The crowd ripples with excitement but then explodes as “Voices” by Rev Theory blares out and President Sommers emerges at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand. The two men turn to face him, while flashing distrustful sideways glances at one another.

President Sommers: Hold on a minute, gentlemen. This isn’t the AOWF – this is the Pioneer Wrestling Association! And here in the PWA? I decide who gets the second chances and when. So if you think you’re just going to punch it out, right here, right now? Think again.

Boos throughout the arena and Engel shakes his head in disappointment while Seldon merely shrugs.

President Sommers: However… I realise that there’s a fair amount of money to be made in having you two go toe to toe; certainly more than the chump change that Jacob generated with his little stunt moments ago. So here’s the deal – Jacob gets his second chance… but not tonight. Rampage, two weeks from now, one week from Who’s The Man, it’s going to be Matthew Engel versus Jacob Seldon to decide the final AOWF King of Extreme.

A huge pop from the crowd and both men nod in approval before turning to face one another again. We cut to commercial as Seldon straps the King of Extreme title belt around his waist and points to it proudly, while Engel continues to stare a hole through him.

Bubba J vs Matt Stone


Bubba J and Matt Stone circled each other in the center of the ring for about twenty seconds before the rage filled redneck just went after Matt Stone with fists. Matt Stone was easily able to side step the redneck to deliver a stiff kick to the back of his already injured skull to send him down to the mat. Bubba J, however, was stubborn as they come as he got back up to his feet quickly to turn around for some more punishment. Matt went to side step this most recent series of punches, but Bubba J was ready as he delivered a side step of his own and began to wail away on Matt's skull with soupbone after soupbone. Matt's head was rocked as well as his ribs as Bubba J pounded him into the corner. Matt was able to duck under a righ hook to deliver a chop to Bubba J's throat that backed him off of the onslaught. Stone quickly backed up the turnbuckle to dive off with a clothesline that took Bubba J down to the mat in a heap as he was still holding at his throat in pain. Matt began a vicious stomping assault as he walked around Bubba J's body with stomp after stomp weakening every possible body part, as well as, every single body joint. Bubba J rolled out of the way of the stomping to receive hard kicks to the ribs when he managed to get up to his elbows and knees. Stone delivered a vicious kick to Bubba J's ribs that rolled hiim over onto his back, but the former Grizzly Beer champion wasn't finished as he locked on a triangle choke on the former Global Champion. Bubba J was able to get into the ropes, but Matt Stone held the hold on until about four and three quarters releasing only when threatened with a disqualification.

Matt yelled out to the crowd, something about this is one of the best the PWA has to offer? Then he began to laugh as he pulled Bubba J up to the vertical base. Matt then delivered a series of moves that involved an European uppercut, arm drag, swinging neckbreaker, then a crippler crossface submission move. Bubba J was able to somehow reach the ropes because he hates to submit to pain, only having done it once in his career. Matt bounced up, taunting Bubba J and getting the crowd to hate him even more. Matt made a big mistake though as when he went to taunt the crowd, he turned his back on the Ragin' Redneck which gave the man a big advantage. Matt turned around right into a spearing Lou Thesz press where Bubba J pounded him with rights and lefts until the referee forced Bubba J to get off of him. Bubba J flicked the referee off before turning to mount Matt with punches again, ending it with a massive headbutt that seemingly knocked Matt Stone out. The referee walked over, ordering Bubba J to get off of Stone with that move or else risk disqualification. Bubba J looked down at Stone, up to the referee.

Bubba ignored the referee's demand, and continued to headbutt and now choke Matt Stone. The referee tries to separate him, but Bubba won't budge. The ref calls for the bell, as Bubba seems to have snapped a bit.

DING DING DING

Winner: Matt Stone by Disqualification

Bubba finally lets go of Stone and disappears backstage, much to the dismay of the crowd. EMTs come down to check on Matt Stone.

Ryan Ross vs Laura Estella


DING DING DING

Ross and Estella would start out the match with a lot of action, with Ross getting the advantage and keeping Estella grounded in the corner. Ross would repeatedly stomp Estella in the corner and then smash his knees into her head. Ross would go for a full-nelson slam, but Estella would slip out of it and put Ross in a hammerlock, leading quickly to a reverse DDT. Ross would get up to his feet and Estella would have one of her kicks blocked and then Ross would trip up Estella and plant her on her back. Ross came down with a big time knee drop across Estella's face, and then attempt the Royal Splash. However, Estella would strategically move out of the way at the last second, rising up to her feet as Ross hit nothing but canvas. The Global Champion would lose the advantage because of the high risk move. Ross would try to sit up and get to his feet, but Estella would execute the Splatterhouse and cover Ross, hooking both legs.

1...

2...

3!!

DING DING DING!!

Winner: Laura Estella in 7:01

Tha Impact Playaz (C) vs Second 2 None

PWA Tag-Team Championships


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is for the PWA World Tag-Team Championships!!!

"All Nightmare Long" by Metallica hits the sound system as Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes walk out from backstage to a thunderous amount of boo's. The guitars and drums of All Nightmare Long take over the ambiance, however, and Hayes and Engel make their descent to the ring. Engel is in his usual dark green tuxedo attire, and Jethro Hayes is sporting his overalls and John Deere hat once again. Both men keep their eyes on the ring, not letting the crowd distract them or make them lose focus.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challengers...

-Luck.. runs... out-

-Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn-

-Still-life incarnation
Still-life infamy
Hallucination, heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's to be?-

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of 527 pounds and a combined 13 PWA title reigns...

-Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

Hayes and Engel make it to the ring. Engel slides in, and Hayes takes the steel steps and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Both men keep their focus, and Hayes gives a look of anger to some of the front row near him. Engel begins to take off his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, leaving his wife-beater white shirt on him.

-Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession-

(inhale)

-Hunt you down without mercy!
Hunt you down all nightmare long!
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace-

-Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
Luck.. runs.. out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out-

-CAUSE LUCK RUNS OUT!-

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... SECOND 2 NONE!!!

"All Nightmare Long" dies down but the roaring disapproval from the crowd does not. Hayes and Engel remain focused, Engel giving Hayes a little pep talk before the match.

Jon McDaniel: I still can't get over it, Brian. I never thought I would see the day.

Brian Rentfro: Well you've got a match to call, Jon.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing next..

:: The arena goes black and a digital readout pops up on the screen. The readout on the screen slowly starts to countdown to 00:00. Suddenly Pyros explode through the arena and “Always” by Saliva begins. ::

I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind" It's telling me all of these things That you would probably hide! Am I your one and only desire? Am I the reason you breathe, Or am I the reason you cry?

:: Random still-frames of Shadow Starr and Viktor Stone in action throughout their career cover the screen. The Impact Playaz Logo flashes on the screen as Shadow Starr and Viktor Stone walk out from behind the entrance curtain wearing matching PWA Rampage shirts and the Unified PWA Tag Team Championships as the song continues. ::

Eric Emerson: He is a former IC and TV Champion…

Always, always, always, Always, always, always, I just can't live without you!

Eric Emerson: He is known as “The Beast” Viktor Stone...

:: They reach the ring and Starr rolls under the bottom rope as Stone pulls himself onto the apron. Viktor steps between the ropes and hops onto the middle turnbuckle as Starr kips up to his feet, outstretching his arms to his sides with his hands open, smirking as he turns around to look at all of the audience. ::

Eric Emerson: ...and his partner, also a former IC Champion…

I love you! I hate you! I can't get around you! I breathe you, I taste you!

:: Viktor takes his Rampage shirt off and tosses it to a ringside attendant on the outside, while Starr tosses his into the crowd. ::

Eric Emerson: Shadow Starr!!!

:: Stone stretches out over the top ropes while Starr throws out a few jabs and punches getting ready for the match. ::

I can't live without you! I just can't take anymore This life of solitude I guess that I'm out the door And now I'm done with you!

Eric Emerson: They are the reigning Unified PWA Tag Team Champions...THA IMPACT PLAYAZ!!!!!

Hayes stays in the ring as Engel climbs through the ropes onto the apron. He gives Jethro a pat on the left shoulder and then waits by the turnbuckles. Shadow Starr is the man starting for his team, and Stone offers encouragement as he waits on the apron by the turnbuckles as well. The referee raises the tag titles in the air, and then hands them off to Eric Emerson who takes them out of the ring and by the commentator's table. Referee Lance Weston signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!!

Starr and Hayes circle each other in the ring. Hayes is moving quicker than usual and Starr is trying to keep his focus. Hayes fakes a collar-elbow lock and drives his knee right into Starr's gut. Hayes follows up with an axe handle to Starr's back. Starr falls to a knee and Hayes grabs him in a facelock, taking him up and down with a vertical suplex. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a big leg-drop over Starr's throat. Hayes feels the momentum and goes into the ropes again. He tries another leg drop but Starr manuevers out of the way. Hayes hits nothing but canvas and grabs his knee for a moment, trying to get up right away. Starr nails Hayes with a right hand, and another. He gives Hayes an uppercut and then follows it up with a big headbutt. Hayes is reeling back and Starr whips Hayes into the corner turnbuckles. Starr follows through with an elbow smash into the corner. Hayes stumbles forward from the impact and Starr takes him down with a running bulldog! Starr goes for a cover...

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2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: And Hayes kicks out right after two.

Jon McDaniel: Engel didn't even make a move to break the pin.

Brian Rentfro: He probably knew just as I did that Hayes was going to kick out.

Jon McDaniel: Sure Brian.

Hayes tries to get up to his feet, but Starr gives him a brutal kick to the gut. Hayes tries to get up again and Starr helps him up, and then slams Hayes's face into a corner turnbuckle. Hayes stumbles back and Starr jumps up to the top rope. Starr leaps off and tries to take Hayes down with a flying clothesline, but Hayes moves out of the way. Starr hits the mat and does a barrel roll up to his feet, but Hayes is charging! Starr turns around and Hayes nails him with the Plow!

Brian Rentfro: Good God! The Plow out of no where!

Jon McDaniel: Starr was nearly broken in half!

Starr is on the mat in serious pain. Hayes makes the cover, but Viktor Stone is already through the ropes and gets to Hayes before Engel can intervene. Stone nails Hayes in the back of the head with a violent kick, but Engel comes flying in with a spinning heel kick knocking Stone back through the ropes and onto the apron. Hayes slowly gets up to his feet and Engel springboards off the top turnbuckle and nails a rising Viktor Stone with a dropkick which knocks Stone off the apron and to the outside.

Brian Rentfro: Engel was late on protecting Hayes there but he sure made Stone pay for it!

Jon McDaniel: Maybe Hayes will realize Engel isn't that good of a teammate.

Brian Rentfro: Oh calm down Jon. This is business! You can't let your personal feelings for Hayes get in the way of calling this great tag match.

Ref Weston is demanding Engel to go back to his corner. Engel continues to refuse, but Weston threatens him with a disqualification. Engel looks over at Hayes, who gives Engel to the nod that he's okay. Engel returns to his corner as Viktor gets to his feet on the outside. Starr is finally up to his feet and Jethro makes a move toward him. Starr nails Jethro in the gut with a kick and then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Viktor Stone is furious and he is about to walk over toward Engel to start something, but Starr yells at him to get back in his corner so he can tag him. Viktor hesitates for a moment, but finally makes his way toward his own corner. Viktor hops up to the apron and Starr tags him in.

Jon McDaniel: And the first tag of this match is made as Stone comes in for Starr to take on Jethro Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: There you go, Jon. See, it's not that hard.

Starr manages to lift Jethro Hayes up and drop him down with an atomic drop, and then Stone immediately nails Hayes with a superkick right to the jaw!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! What a double team move right there by the PWA Tag Champions!

Brian Rentfro: Now you're gettin' a little crazy. I believe Stone and Starr call that the Hot Spot!

Hayes falls to the mat and Stone tries to make a cover. Starr looks over at Engel who's already in the ring.

1...

Engel blocks a punch from Starr and nails Starr with a one-two combination, dropping Starr to his knees.

2...

Engel moves past Starr and drops an elbow right on the back of Stone's head and breaks up the count!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel makes the save!

Jon McDaniel: It would solidify everything they've said and shut the critics up once and for all if Tha Impact Playaz beat Second 2 None right here on Rampage to retain the tag titles.

Brian Rentfro: Now that I would agree with, Jon, but Engel knows this environment all too well.

Starr is back up to his feet and Engel turns around. Starr runs at Engel and nails him with a flying forearm. Engel is knocked back into the enemy's corner and Starr goes to work on Engel with lefts and rights. Engel tries to block some of them but Starr is able to land most of his punches. Starr hip tosses Engel out of the corner and Engel lands right on top of Hayes! Stone is up to his feet and grabs ahold of Engel by the head. He tells Starr to go up to the top rope. Starr climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Stone's call. Stone puts Engel's head between his thighs and locks him in a waistlock. He lifts Engel up and onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, but instead of slamming him to the mat, Stone uses his awesome strength to hold Engel horizontal and about half-way down to the mat. Stone yells at Starr to go for it, but Hayes is back up to his feet!

Brian Rentfro: It looks like Starr and Stone are trying for the Order of Violence!

Jon McDaniel: But Hayes isn't letting it happen as he nails Starr with a right hook!

Stone drops Engel on his back and tries to go after Hayes, but Hayes quickly puts Starr in a guerilla press and throws him at Stone! Starr crashes right into Stone and both men go down. Hayes walks over to Engel who's trying to get to his feet. Engel looks at the damage and then signals to their corner. Engel walks over to their corner and Hayes follows, giving Engel a chance to tag in. The tag is made!

Brian Rentfro: And now Engel has been tagged in for the first time, and he and Viktor are the legal men in this match.

Jon McDaniel: But it doesn't matter because all four men are still in the ring!

Ref Weston is trying to get control by telling Starr to go back to his corner. Hayes grabs Starr by the head and helps him up to his feet. Hayes scoops up Starr onto his shoulder and goes into a run. Hayes leaps forward and instead of falling into a slam, he drops to a knee and crushes Starr's shoulder!

Brian Rentfro: A running shoulderbreaker from Jethro Hayes! What a move!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel is flying off the turnbuckle!

Engel moonsaults off the top turnbuckle and instead of a body splash, he nails Viktor with a double footstomp right on the chest!

Brian Rentfro: That's gotta hurt! Engel has been known to use that moonsault footstomp frequently in his matches and it pays off as Viktor Stone is in a lot of pain.

Jon McDaniel: I believe he calls it High Voltage, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Hey! You do your job, I'll do mine.

Hayes grabs Starr and throws him out of the ring. Ref Weston is right in Hayes' face, telling him to go to his corner or be disqualified. Hayes gives Weston some lip, but eventually returns to his corner once he sees Engel has control. Engel gets Stone up to his feet and delivers some painful knees to Stone's stomach and chest. Engel shoves Stone into an empty corner and nails him with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: Whoo!!!

Meanwhile, Shadow Starr has finally returned to his corner. Engel then grabs Viktor by the left wrist and whips him into the opposite set of turnbuckles. Viktor crashes back-first into them, and Engel follows with a high knee. However, Viktor ducks and Engel hits nothing but turnbuckle, even getting tangled up in the ropes. Engel frees himself but at a high cost as he falls to the outside of the ring, losing the advantage. Stone stumbles over to Starr and makes the tag.

Jon McDaniel: And Tha Impact Playaz utilizing teamwork here as Stone makes the tag to Starr.

Brian Rentfro: If Starr and Stone want to beat Hayes and Engel, then they need to stay refreshed and on top of them. They can't let them breathe even for a second.

Starr gets into the ring, Engel is getting up on the outside. Starr runs and leaps over the top rope, nailing Engel with a cross body on the outside! Hayes and Stone share some distasteful looks with each other from across the ring. Weston starts the count on the legal men who are out of the ring.

Weston: 1!

Starr gets up to his feet and grabs ahold of Engel. He throws Engel into the barricade and Engel makes a loud thud.

Weston: 2!

The crowd is going crazy where Engel and Starr are. Starr stomps Engel repeatedly against the barricade.

Weston: 3!

Hayes has finally had enough. He hops to the floor, but Viktor Stone does the same. Hayes reaches Shadow Starr first and drives him to the steel rampway with a thunderous clothesline! Stone arrives on scene and nails Hayes with a roaring elbow! Hayes is almost knocked down from the impact, and Weston has already reached 5.

Weston: 5!

Engel tries to get up to his feet but Stone grabs him by the head. Stone walks Engel back toward the ring and shoves Engel head-first into the ringpost!

Weston: 6!

Stone looks up at Weston and then over to Shadow Starr, who's getting back up to his feet. Hayes shakes off the cobwebs from that roaring elbow, and Starr sprints towards the ring and slides in.

Weston: 7!

Engel gets up to his feet and makes it into the ring, but Stone is waiting for him and pounces right on him. Weston stops the count, and Hayes makes it back to their corner. Stone nails Engel with lefts and rights and then gets him up to his feet. Stone takes him back down with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Engel crashes on the canvas. Stone goes for a pinfall.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Engel kicks out right after two. This has been an exciting tag match, and here I thought Second 2 None was going to come in and wipe the floor with these guys.

Jon McDaniel: Stone and Starr have improved a lot Brian, and it showed at Genesis.

Stone gets Engel up to his feet, but Engel counters with an elbow to Stone's gut. Engel hits him again, and again. Engel goes into the ropes and nails Stone with a flying shouldertackle. Engel stumbles up to his feet, but shakes off the cobwebs and goes over to tag in Jethro Hayes. The tag is made!

Brian Rentfro: And Hayes is back in!

Jon McDaniel: And Stone reaches out for Starr and tags him in as well!

Starr climbs through the ropes, but.. Stone kicks Starr in the back of the head!

Brian Rentfro: What the?

Jon McDaniel: Viktor just turned on his partner, and now he's leaving!

Starr falls to the mat, and Hayes drives his knee right down on top of Starr's head. Stone is getting boo'd as he walks up the entrance rampway, leaving Hayes and Engel puzzled in the ring. However, Hayes picks Starr up in powerbomb fashion.

Brian Rentfro: The Planter! Starr is done!

Engel climbs up to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: And Engel leaps off the top rope with the Euthanasia!

Engel executes the Euthanasia perfectly on Viktor Stone. However, since Hayes is the legal man, Engel rolls off of Starr and Hayes makes the cover. Engel stands guard in case Stone comes back.

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2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winners of this match... your NEW.. PWA World Tag-Team Champions... Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel... SECOND.. 2.... NONE!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: This can't be... this will only make things worse for the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: How so?! The better team won tonight, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: But what kind of repercussions will the PWA feel with Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes as its tag champions? And what's going to happen to Tha Impact Playaz?

Engel and Hayes are handed the PWA tag titles. They shake hands in the ring and hold their titles up high... the crowd reacts with extremely loud booing.

Jon McDaniel: Now you know that this had to be some of the best tag team wrestling we've seen in a long time, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps, but I just can't believe that-

Before Brian can finish however, "Last Ones Left(ORDER OF CHAOS REMIX)" hits the speakers and everyone in the ring begins to scatter as Simon Kalis and Masakazu run down to ringside in a rush, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Engel throws a stiff left towards Kalis who ducks it, spinning himself behind Engel and unleashing a wild spinning heel kick. Hayes is quick to grab the downed Kalis while Masakazu exchanges lefts and rights with Shadow Starr.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! A huge brawl has just broken out!

Brian Rentfro: Gotta love violence!

The bell rings repeatedly to no avail as Hayes smashes Kalis' head against the turnbuckle while Masakazu hits a thunderous thrust kick to the jaw of Shadow Starr who flies over the top rope onto the outside. As Masakazu turns around he's met by a grapple from Matthew Engel who quickly gets behind him in an attempt to reverse suplex him, smashing him hard on the ground. Starr begins to head backstage to avoid further battle while Kalis rolls away from Hayes, only to be stomped down hard on his neck. Kalis manages to get away and helps Masakazu up, now all four men are staring each other down in the center of the ring. Kalis whips Masakazu now who catches Hayes off guard with a cross body splash, Engel himself dodging and avoiding the hit. But as he moves aside Kalis is already on the move and comes flying, hopping onto Engel crotch-to-face, laughing as he hurricanranas Engel into the corner. At that very moment Hayes rolls out of the ring and grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, Masakazu climbs the top rope and launches himself only to have Hayes move aside and smash the bottle over his head.

Jon McDaniel: Is anyone going to stop this madness?!

Brian Rentfro: When the Order is winning, it's for the good of the PWA... When our great Hayes and Engel are giving the whooping it needs to be stopped?? So hypocritical, Jon.

Masakazu stumbles around, bleeding from his forehead now. Kalis sees this as he gets up and tries to go for Hayes, but Engel is already behind him and quickly snaps Kalis' neck with a reverse DDT. Hayes lunges to Masakazu with the broken beer bottle, but Masakazu snaps out of his daze and moves aside. Hayes nearly hits a fan, and the fan spits in his face. The bloodied Masakazu grabs ahold of the disgusted Hayes and lifts him up and over onto his back upside down, dropping down hard on the outside!

Jon McDaniel: MASADRIVER! God it's great to see that again!

Brian Rentfro: Not fair! That fan should be arrested for assaulting a former PWA World Champion!

Masakazu rolls into the ring now, as Engel begins to back away. Kalis is on his feet now, but he motions Masakazu to back down. Kalis steps forward and stomps his foot on the ground, entering into a Muay Thai kickboxing stance. Engel laughs as he steps forward, raising his fist with the shimmer of fire in his eyes as the two men begin to circle the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Oh man, this is going to be a clash of titans right here.

Brian Rentfro: Let's see... Former PWA World Champion against a what? Convict? Please.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god, Masakazu! Look out behind you!

In the midst of the drama in the ring, Hayes is up with a chair in his hands as he coyly slides in behind Masakazu who remains backed away from the fight about to start with Kalis and Engel. Engel smiles at Kalis as Hayes takes the swing, knocking Masakazu hard in the back of the head. Kalis hears him scream and turns around in shock and Engel begins rushing forward, as does Hayes with the chair. At the precise moment Kalis ducks as Hayes swings and Engel lunges, allowing Hayes to knock Engel accidentally in the head with the chair. Engel stumbles back and Hayes in anger continues the swing, turning himself one hundred eighty degrees to catch Simon Kalis in the face. Engel is fine and now both men begin stomping on the downed Simon Kalis, who curls up to protect himself. Little do they know Masakazu is already on the top turnbuckle again, and he flies forward feet first catching both Engel and Hayes in the back of their heads with his unorthodox missile drop kick. Masakazu lands badly on his neck, but Engel and Hayes roll out of the ring now. Kalis and Masakazu are up and at the ropes cussing out Second 2 None as they retreat with smiles on their faces. Kalis grabs a microphone quickly now.

Simon Kalis: If you think this is it, gentlemen you are horribly mistaken. We are coming for you, mark our words. We are here to destroy you Matthew Engel, once and for all. And we will cure the sickness within you, Jethro. You, our hero who has now fallen to be nothing more than a student of Matthew Engels. You demean yourself in the path you have chosen, Hayes.

Masakazu: By our honor we shall fight for all that remains good and just in the PWA. We possess that which you two lack, the Pioneering Spirit!

The Order of Chaos looks around at the cheering crowd, whilst Engel and Hayes remain shaking their head at the top of the ramp.

Simon Kalis: We present you the requiem of your dreams, and the baptism of your nightmares. For there are still men in this place who will fight to stop your growth of power and decadence. We will never let you rule the PWA, we will never let you stake your claims to greatness.

Masakazu: And most of all, we will never let you defeat us.

Simon Kalis: We don't fight. We just WIN!

Crowd: ALL HAIL THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

Kalis and Masakazu throw the microphone as their new theme song, "New Divide" by Linkin Park begins to play over the speakers. Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel raise their hands in triumph as Kalis and Masakazu each take a turnbuckle, climbing up and throwing up the middle finger towards Second 2 None. The entire arena is on their feet, chanting and cheering for The Order of Chaos. Many even saluting them.

Jon McDaniel: The General and The Colonel are back folks! And a new war begins!

Brian Rentfro: You sound like such a loser. They have no chance against Engel and Hayes. The Order of Chaos will finally be destroyed, and we all know it. They're not an army, they're just out for themselves. Just like everyone else.

Jon McDaniel: No Brian, you're wrong. They are here for the PWA and her fans. They've proven it before. We will see good triumph over evil Brian, mark my words.

Starla Gardevoir vs Jacob Seldon

WTM Qualifier Matches (Eight Below)


Eric Emerson: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall and is a first round match in PWA’s Who’s The Man Tournament! Introducing first…

"Just you hold on a goddamn minute now!"

The opening salvo of "Original King" by Brother Ali kicks up on the soundsystem to a pop from the crowd as Jacob Seldon makes his way through the entrance curtain. He makes his way down the entry ramp, lit cigarette between his smirking lips.

Eric Emerson: From Ottawa, Canada by way of Albuquerque, New Mexico and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety seven pounds...

Reaching the ring apron, Seldon stubs out his cigarette and exhales one last cloud of acrid smoke before rolling under the bottom rope and clambering to his feet on the canvas. He grins up at the crowd and gestures to his t-shirt which is emblazoned with the long defunct Liberty Wrestling Federation logo.

Eric Emerson: Representing Self-Inflicted Drama, this is - JACOB SELDON!

He nods in recognition of another pop from the crowd and then makes his way over to an unoccupied corner of the ring to rest against the turnbuckle in anticipation of the arrival of his opponent.

Brian Rentfro: Well, this should be fun.

Brother Ali fades away and is replaced by “Take It Off” by Ke$ha and a big pop from the crowd.

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

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.

Jon McDaniel: Say what you like about her, Gardevoir certainly knows how to make an entrance!

Lance Weston clambers into the ring and checks the two competitors before running down the rules of the contest. He has to stop mid-way through, however, to confiscate a cigarette from Seldon that he was attempting to light. Gardevoir rolls her eyes at this childish display.

Brian Rentfro: I think it’s fair to say Jacob could be taking this match a little more seriously.

Weston signals for the opening bell…

DING, DING!

Gardevoir and Seldon approach one another in the centre of the ring, gingerly, and exchange a stare down. Seldon looks Starla up and down and then smirks, she moves a step closer to him and juts out her chin provocatively. He shakes his head and then cocks back a left hook… hitting nothing but air, however, as Starla ducks under his arm and hits the ropes behind him… coming back with a huge running bulldog that flips him onto his back on the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Gardevoir opens big and catches Seldon slipping!

Popping back to her feet, Gardevoir moves quickly to position herself over the dazed and down Seldon, and then perform a high-torque standing moonsault for a pop from the fans. She hooks a leg and Lance Weston drops down to administer the count…



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Seldon powers out before the three and rolls over onto his stomach, slapping his hand on the canvas in frustration.

Jon McDaniel: A wake-up call for, Jacob Seldon, here – you can’t afford to underestimate anyone on the PWA roster – if they’re here, they’re world class.

Looking to capitalise on her momentum, Gardevoir pulls Seldon to his feet and fires him off into the turnbuckle. She follows him in but he manages to stop himself before he hits the padding and fires back with a stiff elbow to the face of the fast approaching Stutterfly. She staggers away, clutching her jaw, and Jacob follows up with a running boot to the side of her head which sends her tumbling out of the ring. Having earned himself some breathing room, Seldon takes a moment or two to regain his composure. Outside the ring, Starla pulls herself to her feet using the guard-rail and sways a little on her feet, while checking her head for lumps.

Brian Rentfro: It has to be said – Jacob looks out of shape.

Jon McDaniel: True enough, Brian, he’s certainly not moving with anything like the agility we’ve been used to seeing out of him in the past.

Now back to her senses, Starla spins on her heel to face the ring – just in time to see Seldon sprint across the canvas and dive between the ropes, crashing into her with a suicide spear that sends both of them crashing into the guardrail with authority. The crowd pops as they both collapse on the ringside floor.

Jon McDaniel: There’s some of that cruiserweight background coming into play at last! Seldon goes high risk and it pays off!

Brian Rentfro: Not necessarily, Jon, that took almost as much out of him as it did out of Starla.

Sure enough, Seldon rolls off of Starla, clutching at his ribs, while Starla arches her back in agony. It is Seldon who recovers first, however, and hoists himself back to his feet, Pausing for a moment to wheeze and groan, he grabs a handful of Starla’s hair and drags her to feet, before rolling her back into the ring. Sliding in after her, he pulls her to her feet once again… only to be taken down to the canvas as she surprises him with a flash cradle…



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2…

Jon McDaniel: Seldon kicks out just before three!

Brian Rentfro: I’ve got to think this isn’t the match Jacob hoped he’d be having.

Jacob takes a moment to register what has happened and in that moment Starla is to her feet. She hits the ropes at a run, as Jacob finally reaches a standing base, and comes back looking for a forearm shot… but it’s telegraphed and Seldon sends her up and down with a shoulder back toss. Jacob pulls her up and fires her off into the ropes, before putting her back on the canvas with a shoulder block on the return. Seldon then runs to the ropes, himself, and bounces in to deliver a basement dropkick to the head of a rising Gardevoir, which flips her onto her back. Jacob hooks the leg…



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2…

Starla kicks out at two and a half. Back on his feet, Seldon uses the hair for leverage again, and then drills a boot into her gut before spiking her into the canvas with a DDT. He covers for a second time…



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Jon McDaniel: Only one and a half that time,

Jacob shakes his head and grabs a handful of hair, again… he pays dearly for it, though, as Starla plays possum and throws a hard shot to his nether regions. He bends double in pain and ‘The Stutterfly’ sprints to the ropes, roaring back into the ring trying for a swinging neckbreaker… she gets a surprise of her own, however, as an enraged Seldon hurls himself at her and knocks her 360 with a wickedly stiff lariat.

Jon McDaniel: Gardevoir gets turned inside out!


She crumples into a heap on the canvas and Seldon drapes an arm over.



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3!



DING, DING!

Brian Rentfro: Seldon loses his dignity but wins the match.

The referee checks on the condition of Gardevoir while Seldon rolls out of the ring and lights another cigarette, limping a little as he heads back up the ramp.

Simon Yip vs The Phoenix


Simon and Rob stood in the center of the ring until the bell rang signaling that the match had begun. Rob circled as Simon circled, neither wanting to start and be the first to make a mistake. Rob was able to get the advantage over the newcomer by thumbing him in the eyes and earning a warning from the referee. Rob was able to take Simon down with a few arm drags before he locked on an arm submission. Simon reached the ropes, but seemed to be learning from The Phoenix instead of taking advantage in the early going. Rob took Simon down with a side headlock before returning to an arm submission. Rob was heard to be saying "Pick apart of the body part you want to attack you rookie." Evidently Simon didn't need the cockiness that was coming from Rob as he powered up to a vertical base and on the attack for the first time in the match. Simon sent Rob down to the mat with a hip toss before slamming his knee into Rob's masked face. Rob, having thought too less of Simon was begging for a time-out but Simon, the referee, nor the fans were having any of it. Simon locked on a side headlock to wear the veteran down, locking it on really tight to try and cut off the blood to the over inflated head of Rob Robinson. Rob was able to shove Simon into the ropes, but Yipp kept ahold of the side headlock dragging Rob down to the canvas where he worked on Rob's neck from the side headlock position. Rob struggled up to his knees and was able to slam his elbow into Simon's ribs to break out of the hold. Rob was able to take Simon down to the mat, at the mid point of the match with a "accidental" low blow before turning and slamming him with a jaw breaker.

Rob worked over Simon's arm with a few arm drags, arm grapevines, and other series of arm damaging moves. Simon was able to battle back to the offensive when Rob failed to hit The Ashes as Simon managed to roll out of the way. Rob's elbow slammed into the canvas, giving Simon another body part to work on. Simon delivered some serious kicks to Rob's neck that had the veteran staggering a bit but Rob's craftiness got the advantage back in his favor as he poked himself in the eyes. The referee didn't see the action as Simon had Rob in a front facelock and Rob began to yell loudly to the ref about his eyes. When the referee ordered Simon to release him Rob's eyes were streaming water.


Winner: Phoenix by Disqualification 12:01

The Beast Runs Wild


Viktor Stone is seen stalking backstage when he is interrupted by Lean Bean Miller. LBM steps right in front of Stone, not willing to move until he has some answers.

LBM: After all that talk. After all you pumped up the fans for the teaming of you and Starr. Why? Why would you turn your back on someone that it looked like you believed in so much?

Stone: The answer is simple...Manitoba Mayhem 2008.

LBM: what the Hell does that event have to do with what went down between you and Starr.

Stone: I walked into that event PWA TV Champion. I walked in against then future Hall of Famer, Matthew Engel. I had everything behind me. I had the match of my life against Matthew and walked out the winner. not only did I walk out as the winner, I was awarded a shot at the PWA World Championship. I wiped Engel's blood on the TV Title to send a message.

Stone pauses.

Stone: The message didn't get sent because I fell short because I believed too much in my hype and sat out of the best chance I would of ever gotten. I flash back to that moment and see that is the Viktor Stone that people thought have disappeared. That Stone...vicious and wild and willing to do what is need to preserve his respect. I look in the mirror and I don't see that same Stone...even while holding on to the Tag Team Titles. I need to make a chance, Miller. I needed to go back. Starr...is just another victim that thought just because the Beast has been quiet that he is tame.

A grin spreads across Stone's face.

Stone: Just like a caged tiger...you get close enough to the cage and I will strike. And that is what happened. So congrats Second 2 None. you get what you want, but do not by any means forget that if I can do that to a "friend"...what I can and will do to you can be much worse. Heh...but don't worry Bean...my night is not yet over.

Stone pushes past the reporter as the scene slowly fades.

THlove vs The Andalusian


We now come to TH Love vs the Andalusian in this Who's the Man qualifier match. These two men has been having a go at it lately with their promos and are now looking to give each other a beating with the same ferociousness. Andu takes the early advantage with a flurry of strikes and sweeps to keep THLove grounded on the mat. However, the tide soon turned over in Love's favor as TH uses some MMA based takedowns to bring the fight to the floor and beat down Andal with punches. It appears that TH Love would get the win early after connecting with the Hippo Stomps, but it only got him a two count.

The Andalusian comes roaring back though after countering the A Word From Our Sponsors into an armbar. Andal uses the momentum swing to rattle Love's head with various suplexes and even surviving a vicious stalling vertical suplex to kick out at two and a half. The match breaks down to whoever can land the hardest strike first to stun the opponent long enough, as both men trade various blows ranging from kicks and chops by the Andalusian, to punches and headbutts by TH Love. Andal goes for broke with the Flamenco, but Love ducks the initial kick and catching him by surprise with a jawbreaker.

Love attemps to lock in the Hungry Hungry Hippo but Andal locks in a standing armbar to keep him from using the brutal submission hold. Andal wears Love down with the start of the Running of the Bulls, but once on his shoulders, TH Love manages to slip over and locks in a sleeper hold, throwing his legs around Andal's waist. The moment both men fall to the canvas, Love immediately changes the sleeper choke into the Hungry Hungry Hippo, as the Andalusian passes out from the pain and failing to answer the referee's three count.

Winner: THLove

Mark Zout vs Robert Gilts


Despite his recent trip to hospital following his match at Genesis, Mark Zout was seemingly on top form in this match as he dominated Robert Gilts from bell to bell. The match began with a few amateur holds, with Zout coming out on top and grinding his opponent down on the canvas with a sleeper hold. Gilts lingered in the hold but managed to struggle free, only to get caught up again moments later with a leg lock. He looked sure to tap, but at last got a finger on the bottom rope and the referee forced a break.

With both men back to a standing base, Gilts tried to get back in the game and drilled Zout with some punches and kicks followed by an inverted DDT for a two-count. Gilts then went to work with some submission holds of his own, tying Zout up with a short-arm scissors. The self-proclaimed ‘King of the World’ couldn’t be denied, however, and was soon back in the driving seat, picking up a near-fall off his Space Needle brainbuster and then the three and the win with The MarkOut.

Winner: Mark Zout

Dos Cara vs Cody Bogard


Eric Emerson: The following match is a qualifier for the Who’s The Man tournament, it is set for one fall with no time limit.

*“Monster” by Skillet begins to play over the sound system as Dos Cara steps through the entranceway to an unexpected set of cheers from the crowd.*

Jon McDaniel: “I guess the fans are behind Dos Cara for this matchup despite his rudo theme being played”

Eric Emerson: “From Ixmiquilpan, Mexico, weighting in at 200 pounds, DOS CARA!!!”

*Cara makes his march down the aisle, ignoring the hands of some of the fans reaching over the barrier. Cara pauses to turn over to a section of fans wanting to greet him, only to be greeted with near violence by Cara faking a punch.*

Jon McDaniel: “Well I take that back”

Brian Rentfro: “No need to take that back, Dos Cara was instilling his own brand of fan appreciation there”

*Cara makes it to the ring, climbing both the steps and turnbuckle to mock the crowd some more as some of the cheers start to turn into boos as “Monster” begins to fade out.*

*The lights go out in the arena, the opening chords to “Trouble Man” begin to play, smoke emerging from the stage creating a rising fog effect. As the song picks up, Cody makes his way through the curtain as the crowd begins to cheer, wearing what appears to be a Vega mask*

Gonna be trouble
It's gettin' out of hand
Gonna be trouble
But baby, I'm the man

Eric Emerson: “His opponent, from San Mateo, California, weighing in at 210 pounds, CODY BOGARD!!!”

I'm gonna save you
I'll be your knight
I'll be your saviour
How 'bout tonight? YEAH!.

Jon McDaniel: “What is that he’s wearing over his face? I knew Bogard can be a bit weird at times but this looks odd even by his standards”

Brian Rentfro: “Maybe he’s scared to show his face to Dos Cara”

*Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open to the crowd. *

Gonna be trouble
Baby, I'm the trouble man
Want a fighter? Come on--
But don't you understand?
I can't be double
Baby, I'm the trouble man

*Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he looks at Cara through the eyes of his mask.*

DING! DING!

Cody removes his coat and the Vega mask, walking to the center of the ring while Dos Cara comes face to face with him, sticking his arm out for a mutual handshake. Bogard looks unsure at first about accepting the handshake, but decides to reach out to shake Cara's hand. Dos Cara drives a boot to Cody's midsection before Bogard could get contact with Cara's hand.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh what a cheap tactic there by Cara”

Brian Rentfro: “What do you mean cheap? Cara legally attacked Bogard. Where does it say its illegal to attack an opponent when there is a handshake?”

Doubled over, Bogard lifts himself up only to be met with a slap to the face by Cara, much to the disapproval of the crowd. Cara goes on the offensive with forearm pounds to the back of Cody, stunning him long enough for Cara to strike him with a lifting knee strike to the head. Dos Cara slowly backs up to the ropes and attempts a running maneuver, but Bogard manages to trip him up with an arm sweep to the legs. Cara rolls off his back quickly as Cody reaches his feet first and greets Dos Cara with an arm drag. Dos Cara quickly recovers and charges at Cody again, only to get thrown with another arm drag, fooling the luchador.

Brian Rentfro: “Come on now Bogard, quit spamming those arm drags”

Jon McDaniel: “So all of the sudden you’re complaining about arm drags and yet you look the other way when Cara kicked him when offering a handshake?”

Brian Rentfro: “Those are two different things Jon”

Jon McDaniel: “How are those two things different?”

Thinking on his feet, Cara grabs hold of the ropes with one arm in anticipation of the third arm drag attempt by Cody, but Bogard sees through this tactic and delivers a knee to the mid-section and pinning him on the ropes. Bogard whips Cara across the ring, swinging at Cara’s head with a clothesline but misses as Cara ducks under and dives at Cody’s legs off the rebound, rolling into some sort of school boy pin.

1…

Jon McDaniel: “Only a one count there for Dos Cara”

Cara starts to talk trash to the referee, complaining at the one count as he pulls Cody up by the neck. Wrapping his arms around Bogard’s neck, Cara flips Cody over with a snapmare, leaving him sitting up on the canvas. Immediately, Cara delivers a stiff kick to the back of Bogard, leaving him arching his back in agony. Cara capitalizes on Cody’s reaction to the kick by taking hold of his arms and wrenching them behind his back with a surfboard stretch, placing a foot on his back for added pressure. Cody winches in pain, shaking his head and shouting “No!” as the referee asks if Bogard wants to give up. Bogard starts to flail and kick his legs, trying to aim his body towards the ropes by turning his body slightly, despite still suffering from the stretch.

Jon McDaniel: “I’m wondering how Cody can withstand the pain of that submission.”

Brian Rentfro: “He’s not, he’s foolishly acting defiant. Bogard has to know better than not giving up from such a maneuver by Dos Cara.”

Turning his head to see his legs close to the ropes, Cody makes more large kicks at the ropes and manages to get a foot on the ropes, forcing Dos Cara to break the hold. Cara doesn’t break the hold immediately, keeping the hold long enough before the ref could disqualify him and breaking the hold with a shove of his arms.

Not allowing Cody to rest at the ropes, Dos Cara drives him to the outside apron with a front dropkick. Cara helps Cody to his feet by pulling him by the neck, leaving his body to lean over the ropes as Cara takes aim at his head with the Escopeta, only for Cody to not only duck the kick, but also catching him with a low leg sweep.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Cody has been watching the Karate Kid lately”

Brian Rentfro: “The hell do you mean by that Jon?”

Jon McDaniel: “He swept the leg”

Brian Rentfro: “Jon, you’re such a nerd”

Bogard pulls himself up via the ropes and prepares for a slingshot move on a down Cara, but at the moment Cody’s body is over the ropes, Cara rolls out the way and forcing Bogard to safe roll upon coming close to the mat. Once both men make it back to their feet, Bogard rattles off a quick and fluid dropkick on Dos Cara, taking the luchador by surprise. Cody makes it back up first and steps right up to a rising Cara, planting a Bionic Elbow right on top of his head. The elbow stuns the masked one as he places his hands on his head, covering them in pain as Bogard seizes the opening and uses a free arm to grab Cara’s head, winding up his own head and nailing Cara’s forehead hard with a Gran Hamada-style headbutt.

Brian Rentfro: “I’m no doctor but both of these men should both be dead after than nasty headbutt.”

Jon McDaniel: “That’s the fighting spirit for you”

Brian Rentfro: “The fighting what?”

Jon McDaniel: “The fighting spirit. You know, like in Japanese wrestling?”

Brian Rentfro: “Again Jon, you’re such a nerd.”

Dos Cara is left open from the assault, as Cody shifts behind him and wraps his arms around Cara’s waist, going for a big german suplex but Cara uses the momentum to flip over Bogard. Upon turning his attention, Cody is caught by the legs of a leaping Cara, trying to take down Cody with a hurricarana. However, Cara is left hanging by Bogard, holding on for dear life around Dos Cara’s waist and lifting him back up to his shoulders, just to immediately drive him hard to the mat with a power bomb, bridging into a pin.

1… 2…

Jon McDaniel: “Kickout by Cara as Cody gets a two count there”

Cody slowly gets up while raising his arm in the air, the crowd starting to cheer as he keeps his arm in the air stalking Cara. The moment Dos Cara makes it to his feet and turning over to Bogard, Cody dashes over to him and swings at him with the Excalibur Slash, but Cara ducks under the lariat and runs up to a turning Cody, catching him on said run and planting his head with the Punta de Tornado. Cara starts to pump his arms in an attempt to build momentum, still pumping as he rises from the seated position. The masked luchador pulls a dazed Bogard to his feet, striking him twice with slaps to the face and catching him with a brain kick to the back of the head, dropping Cody to one knee.

Brian Rentfro: Cody needs to bounce back here, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: That was a nasty kick to Cody's head from the fresh talent Dos Cara. He has been impressive tonight Brian.

Cara doesn’t hesitate to waste any time by kicking Bogard hard in the face with the Escopeta, but Cody barely keeps himself up by his hands on the mat. Dos Cara makes a slashing motion across his neck, grabbing hold of Cody by the hair and looks at him, saying something in Spanish while crossing his arms. Once having Cody’s arms crossed, Dos Cara grabs him in a front facelock and goes for the Oscuridad Driver. Just as Cara attempts to lift Cody up, Bogard gets a leg around Cara’s leg to block the lift, forcing the luchador to release the hold and go for a double ax handle to the back. Bogard sees the opening to use his now free arms to take hold of Cara’s legs and flipping him over with a back body drop. Cody stumbles forward slightly, feeling worn down from the match and crashing against the ropes to catch a breather. Dos Cara takes a moment to see Cody leaning near the ropes, he now pushes himself up with his hands and runs at Bogard, only to be caught off guard with a Kikoshotei. Cara is down flat on the mat, nearly lifeless as Bogard pushes him up slightly to a seated position and locks in a dragon sleeper, but Bogard pulls Dos Cara up while in the hold to a standing position. All of the sudden, Bogard has Cara up for a reverse suplex, turning it into a scoop slam piledriver, landing the Final Destruction. Cody reaches over to hook the leg.

1… 2… 3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... CODY.. BOGARD!!!!

Cody releases the leg as it drops to the mat, while Bogard catches his breath after the grueling match. Slowly pushing himself up, Cody is greeted by the referee taking his arm and raising it to the cheers of the crowd in attendance. Bogard looks down upon Dos Cara, watching him slowly come to, deciding to offer a hand to the luchador. Cara hesitates for a good while before accepting the helping hand as Bogard pulls him to his feet and shaking hands.

Simon Kalis vs Casey Campbell


Brian Rentfro: Well now we've got the next qualifier, and Casey Campbell didn't wait for the commercial break to end as he's already in the ring waiting for Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, and as I'm sure everyone realizes this is Simon Kalis' first match since The Order of Chaos dropped the Tag Titles to Tha Impact Playaz in the first show of the year. So it should be interesting.

Just as the crowd settles down, the lights go out instantly, replaced by strobing red and white lights which scan the crowd as "Victory" by Nas & John Legend begins to play over the speakers.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, he weighs in at 180 pounds...

Over the ADCTron, flashes of the Sentencing of the Damned performed over the years begins to play starting with Kalis putting Scottie Snow through a table neck first.

Eric Emerson: He stands in at 6 feet tall...

The horrific images continue, showing Kalis performing the move with a 30 foot drop on one of his oldest rivals, ending his career and nearly his life.

Eric Emerson: He hails from the island of Montreal...

The ADCTron shows Kalis ending Xavier's career in the PWA next, punishing him repeatedly through his Sentencing.

Eric Emerson: He is one half of The Order of Chaos...

Gun shots ring out, seemingly puncturing the ADCTron to the cheers of the crowd as Kalis steps out from behind the curtains. He raises one fist, lowering his head and softly nodding his head.

Eric Emerson: He is Simon Kalis!

Decked out in simple baggy black jeans and a black wifebeater, Kalis' head and faced are covered by two black bandanas. The crowd cheers as he makes his way toward the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way. He jumps up onto the side apron and throws his arms in the air, his smile hidden behind the black bandana until he removes it from his face throwing it to a fan in the crowd. He hops over the top rope and goes to each turnbuckle, climbing up and throwing his arms into the air playing to the cheers and applause of the fans. He removes the bandana over his head and throws this one into the crowd as well, Casey Campbell meanwhile not amused by his theatrics.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe his finisher should be outlawed. It damn ends careers.


Jon McDaniel: I kinda figured you'd like that kind of thing.

DING DING DING

Casey Campbell quick to capitalize on the distracted Kalis, he rushes forward and missile dropkicks Kalis in the back of the head sending him face first into the turnbuckle. Kalis bounces off, stumbling back as Campbell DDTs him into the canvas. Kalis however is quick to get to his feet, tripping Casey to keep him down on his way up. He grabs ahold of the top rope with both hands, and uses it as leverage as he stomps down multiple times on the back of Casey's head. Finally the referee stops Kalis and he backs up willingly. As Campbell gets up Kalis positions himself quickly, laying him out with a back body drop.

Brian Rentfro: For a second I thought there was rust...

Jon McDaniel: Not at all Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Makes sense, he probably had to fight to protect his anal cavity in prison every night.

Jon McDaniel: Don't let him hear you talking like that!

Campbell gets up slowly, Kalis waiting like a leapord about to pounce and as he does Campbell counters quickly with a bionic elbow sending Kalis back. Campbell with a left now, Kalis responds with a right. Campbell throws another left and as Kalis goes for a right he fakes it, instead snapping his left leg upward in muay thai fashionsnapping Campbells neck back with a thunderous forward thrust kick to the jaw. Campbell stumbles back and Kalis waves to the fans, Campbell now rushes forward with a clothesline but Kalis ducks. Campbell however quickly latches onto Kalis and hits a reverse snap suplex laying Kalis down and out. Campbell begins to focus on the surgical wound Kalis has over his head, scratching and gnawing at it with his hands. Kalis grabs onto Casey's arms and pushes him back. Casey is now backed away as Kalis holds his head, which has begun bleeding from the very recent surgical scars.

Jon McDaniel: That's a dirty tactic, Brian. Very dirty.

Brian Rentfro: Works though, doesn't it?

Kalis now begins to bleed, and Casey knows this is his chance as he bounces off the ropes and returns, dropping down hard with a leg drop. Campbell goes for the first pinfall of the contest.

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

Kalis violently kicks out, spitting in Casey's face as he rolls himself away and now onto his feet. Kalis screams as he charges, spearing Campbell into the turnbuckle. Kalis now works on Casey's midsection, throwing a flurry of fists before finishing it off by quickly jumping up the turnbuckle and crashing his knee into Casey's face. At this very moment Kalis grabs onto Casey as well, hitting a northern lights suplex off the turnbuckle. The arena erupts into cheers now.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis is starting to dislike Campbell I believe.

Brian Rentfro: Really?!?! Who would've known!

As Kalis turns around Casey gets himself up and gets to Kalis, laying him out quickly with a fallaway slam. Campbell heads to the top rope and raises his arms high as he flies off landing a perfectly executed frog splash. Kalis seems out of it, but Campbell isn't done as he lifts Kalis up high into the air now, but before he can drop him Kalis pushes himself down onto his feet and gets out of Casey's hold. Kalis gouges Campbell in the eye and hits Tears of Redemption! The crowd goes wild but then suddenly from backstage we see a freshly bloodied Masakazu thrown down the entrance ramp, and instead of covering Campbell Kalis looks to the outside of the ring to see Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes coming out from behind the curtains. Engel has his tag title around his waist, and Hayes has his over his shoulder. The crowd begins to boo profusely as Campbell takes the time to recover.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god, this is sickening Brian. Look, why are they taking money from fans???

Brian Rentfro: The Order interfered in the tag title match didn't they? Paybacks a bitch.

Jon McDaniel: No! They waited until the match was over!

Engel and Hayes smile at Kalis as the referee yells at them to remain out of the ring, and as they continue collecting money from fans along the way they make their way to the commentators table and join Rentfro and McDaniels. As both Kalis and the referee remain distracted, Campbell low blows Kalis harshly as EMTs come down for Masakazu. Kalis stumbles back and Campbell yells to the ref, rolling Kalis up for the pin.

1!

Matthew Engel: He should've been focused.

2!!

Jethro Hayes: Oh well, guess he really is a loser.

THR-KICK OUT!

Kalis holds his crotch as Campbell slams his fist on the canvas in anger.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell was that? You guys beat down Masakazu and then rob the fans of money?!

Matthew Engel: Excuse me? First of all we found Masakazu like this. It seems he likes to run his mouth too much.

Jethro Hayes: Yeah, and the money was for the bets we're taking. We're betting Kalis loses.

Brian Rentfro: Let me get in on that.

Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ...

Kalis gets to his feet carefully now and Campbell is up behind him. Campbell goes for a takedown but Kalis steps aside, hitting him with a Russian leg sweep. Kalis is up and now focused on Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes at ringside, cussing them out.

Matthew Engel: Pay attention Simon.

Jethro Hayes: Oh no, watch out!

Campbell hits an arm drag on Simon Kalis, taking the Cult Hero down once more. Engel and Hayes laugh it up at ringside, Brian joining in and Jon McDaniel sighing at the whole situation. Kalis is lifted up by Campbell and then dropped down hard with a neckbreaker. Campbell dodges Kalis as he gets up and charges and reverses his charge into a skytwister press, once again putting Kalis down and out. Campbell goes for the cover but even before the one count Kalis kicks out and throws Campbell off of him. Kalis is on his feet now and baseball slides into Casey's face.

Matthew Engel: Look at these cheap tactics here, Brian.

Jethro Hayes: Exactly. He knows he cannot win fairly so he cheats. The new tag-team champions don't engage in such criminal activity.

Brian Rentfro: That's what I've been saying!

Jon McDaniel: How?! How is that a cheap shot?!

Engel and Hayes get up from the commentators table and the crowd starts to boo. Hayes begins to distract the referee and Engel gets up on the apron. Kalis comes over, both men exchanging harsh words and Engel grabs Kalis by the neck, snapping it down on the top rope causing Kalis to fall back and hit the canvas barely able to breathe. Engel and Hayes jump down and watch as Campbell goes to lift up Kalis by the neck, but Kalis suddenly rolls onto his neck and shoulders, latching onto Campbells neck with his knees. Campbell is caught off guard as Kalis slams him him backwards, grinding his knees into Campbell's neck as he does so and resulting in a roll up pin.

1!

Brian Rentfro: What the hell?!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: That's S.D.S! Sudden Defeat Syndrome!

3!!

DING DING DING

The bell rings and Kalis lets go off Campbell. Hayes and Engel cannot believe it and immediately begin taking their leave up the ramp, as Kalis stands tall, blood still trickling down his face as his hand is raised by the referee.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall... Simon Kalis!

The bell sounds again as "Victory" begins to play, Kalis jumps over the top rope and begins to make chase trying to get to Second 2 None. Many fans at ringside are quite upset as well.

Jon McDaniel: Hey, they never paid out the winnings to the fans! They kept the damn money on top of it all!

Brian Rentfro: Capitalism for you!

Jon McDaniel: No that's theft! And Kalis is livid! He's after them, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah well, unfortunately Simon Kalis will be moving on in the Who's The Man?! tournament. Much to the dismay of any true PWA fan.

Engel is handed a microphone as Kalis stands fuming in the ring. Campbell rolls out of the ring to recuperate on the outside. Engel speaks.

Matthew Engel: Damn it Kalis! Do you realize how much money you've just cost all these people?

Hayes steps closer to Engel to speak into the microphone.

Jethro Hayes: Yeah man.. you were supposed to lose, then at least the fans could have said they won something in their miserable lives.

Matthew Engel: Sheesh. You really aren't a true pioneer, are you Simon?

Both men share a laugh.

Matthew Engel: Oh.. and, my apologies about your boy, Simon.. he really should learn not to pick fights with people that don't like Asians. I'm pretty sure that Emperor Ian was seen lurking backstage, and I think his xenophobia might have kicked in when he saw Masakazu. It's a shame.

Jethro Hayes: Not everyone can be so fortunate as us, Matt.

Matthew Engel: No, no they can't. But.. it seems our days have been numbered Jethro, by that man there in the ring. Jethro, do you really think the Order of Chaos is better than us?

Jethro Hayes: They're good Matt, but they're not us.

Matthew Engel: Now I'll give ya that. Simon, I can see you're quite mad.. and that's understandable. But, you can't really stop us, can you? You were the most dominate tag-team last year, no doubt about it. But this is a new year, and.. well, you didn't have us to worry about back then, did you?

Jethro Hayes: Man, your toughest opponents were the Renegade Souljahs.. and they're.. well, they're garbage. Mark Zout exemplifies the term 'choke artist', and Ryan Ross just last weekend finally won his first singles title.. and it was the Global Championship, which stinks worse than dirty pigs in mud. And I know what that smells like.

Matthew Engel: Kalis, you're mad because you were never truly challenged before. Until now. And we humbly accept your challenge.. if that's what you called that bit of madness we had earlier in the night. But you're going to regret it. Your son already does. Tsk.

Engel tosses the microphone as "All Nightmare Long" hits the sound system. Engel and Hayes throw their tag title belts over their shoulders, and walk backstage. A fuming Kalis slides out of the ring and runs backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Kalis would be a fool to go after Second 2 None right now.

Jon McDaniel: I think he's going to check on his son, Brian.

Vitaly Petrov vs Ronald Gay


DING DING DING

With both competitors ready to go in the ring, the bell sounds. Vitaly and Ronald would circle each other, trying to test the waters. Ronald would strike first with fury, laying into Vitaly with lefts and rights. Ronald would go for an irish whip, but Vitaly would reverse the move sending Ronald into the ropes. Ronald would duck underneath a clothesline attempt and take Vitaly down with a reverse DDT. He would try for a pin, but only get a one count. Bringing Vitaly up to his feet, he would toss him into the corner turnbuckles. Ronald would connect with a corner splash and then kick Vitaly in the gut. Ronald would hook both of Vitaly's arms for a double-arm DDT and connect! Another pin attempt, but Vitaly would kick out after two. Ronald would get frustrated with the referee, and allow himself to be distracted. Vitaly used the time to get to his feet. Ronald would turn around and try to clothesline Vitaly out of the ring, but Vitaly would double over and pick Ronald up for an atomic drop! Vitaly would nail Ronald with a chop to the chest and then knock him down with a roaring elbow! Vitaly takes a second to recuperate and then gives Ronald a few calculated stomps on his chest and right arm. Vitaly would pick up Ronald, but Ronald would reverse with a jawbreaker. Ronald would try to go for the Final Judgment, but Vitaly would slip out of it behind Ronald. Ronald would turn around only to be met by a spinning backfist from Vitaly!

There's a disturbance in the crowd as somebody has hopped the barricade. It's Viktor Stone! He slides into the ring, wielding a steel chair. Vitaly turns towards Viktor, a look of anger in his eyes. Vitaly tries to defend himself, but Viktor Stone moves past Vitaly and nails Ronald Gay right in the head with the chair! Ronald falls to the mat and Viktor slides out of the ring, talking trash to Vitaly as the ref signals for the bell.


DING DING DING!!

Winner: Ronald Gay by Disqualification

Jacob Figgins vs Hunter Sullivan

Main Event - Steel Cage Match WTM Qualifier


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...

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

Eric Emerson: "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.

Both men sit at their corners before the starting bell of the match. Figgins sitting at the southwest turnbuckle casually as he seems to check his wrist wraps. Hunter, sitting at the opposite side of the ring, gripping the sides of the cage. Lance Weston looks over both men before pointing to the time keeper to get this main event started.

Ding Ding Ding!

Figgins steps to the center of the ring, only for Hunter to get the first move in of the match, smacking Figgins hard in the chest with a dropkick! Figgins goes to his knees from the impact of the move. Pulling Figgins back to his feet, Hunter strikes Figgin's in the body with a left hand before whipping him into the---REVERSE. Hunter bounces off the ropes, Figgins quick to leapfrog over him. Off the ropes once more, but this time Hunter has a surprise in store by leaping and hitting a sudden cross-body body block. The Viper returns to his feet, obviously proud of himself as he plays to the crowd, receiving a few jeers. Hunter lays back for a pin.

1! 2! KICKOUT

Figgy returns to his feet and Hunter lands another shot to the body along with another attempt to whip “The Next Conspiracy” into the ropes. But Figgy counters with an arm ringer to turn Hunter around. He wraps up for a belly to belly suplex, but Hunter blocks the move. Figgy instead takes Hunter down to the mat with a single leg take down. Figgins begins to apply a leg lock but is kicked off by Hunter. He hops quickly back to his feet and nails Figgins with a sudden esugiri. If the cage weren't there, Figgins might of very well fell out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro :Um, yeah when's this match going to pick up?

Jon McDaniel :Nice head kick there by Hunter, it seems the two are going through the feeling out process

Hunter charges forward, attempting to baseball slide Figgins' head into the steel mesh. But Figgy moves just in time to avoid the impact. Hunter pulls Figgy back to his feet, clubbing forearms to his back as he does so. Figgy powers out of the strike and launches a forearm, which Hunter ducks. Hunter runs to the ropes and rebounds charging toward Figgy. Figgy lifts Hunter up for what looked to be a spine buster, but it is quickly broken up by a forearm to the back. Hunter grab s Figgy by the hair and sends in two left hands before shooting to the ropes. Hunter's advance is halted by a quick knee lift. The smack to Hunter's chest echos through the arena, the crowd oooin g at the impact. Figgy drops for a pin, grinding his forearm into Hunter's face.

1!2! KICKOUT

Hunter tries to pull himself to his feet, but before he could get completely to a vertical base Figgy leapfrogged and rolled through with a sunset flip.

1!2! KICKOUT


Jon McDaniel :So far this match has come to be a lot of what you'd expect. A lot of back and forth countering. The storytelling slow build up before the match becomes harder hitting

Brian Rentfro : I can't wait for the hard hitting part.

Hunter rolls out of the hold and grabs Figgy's leg, positioning his hind quarters over his knee. Just when Hunter was about to leap and execute a knee breaker, Figgy uses his free leg to shove the Viper off of him and make him run head first into the cage. Hunter was only rattled by it for a second before he shot toward Figgy's legs. Which Figgy sidestepped. The two finally go for the first tie up of the match, but Figgy slips behind making Hunter fall face first on the mat.Figgy wastes no time in trying to cinch in a single leg crab. Hunter looks to roll through, but instead Figgy keeps the leg hooked and his head cradled making Hunter roll himself into a pinning predicament. Hunter manages to free his leg and roll to his feet, though now he was stuck in a front face lock. Hunter managed to grip the arm around his neck and coerce Figgy back to his feet with an arm wringer. Hunter swings Figgy 'round hoping to transition the hold into a wrist lock takedown. But Figgy hooks Hunter's arms and goes for a backslide pin.

1!2! ROLLOUT

Brian Rentfro :What's with all the pin attempts?

Jon McDaniel :Constant pins that the opponent has to constantly kick out slowly wears them down.

As soon as both men return to their feet, Hunter shoots to Figgy's leg and manages to lift it off the ground. Figgins tries to center his weight in order to prevent himself from being taken to the ground. Hunter ducks under the leg and presses up below the shoulder to take Figgy to the mat. Taking both of Figgy's leg, Hunter begins to step over for a boston crab. Figgy tries to utilize his core strength to block the hold as his hand creeps to the bottom rope. There were no rope breaks, but this gave him the leverage to twist out of the hold. Both men roll to their feet taking time to play to the crowd. Both received quite a loud ovation from the older audience and the smarks. The younger fans cheered, but wanted to see the cage used more.


Both men return to the center,locking in another collar and elbow tie up. Figgy slips behind and attempts locking in a full nelson. But Hunter slips out and tries to go behind,but Figgy pulls Hunter to the mat with a snapmare. Figgy is quick to cinch in chin lock. But Figgy is quick to transition the hold, taking both of Hunter's arms, and grinding his knee into his back as he pulls the arms back. Hunter fights back with a series of headbutts to Figgy's arm to make him release the hold. Hunter grasps Figgy's arm and weaves his legs about Figgy's left leg to force him down to one knee. Hunter wrenches the kneeling Figgy's arm into a hammerlock. Hunter suddenly rolls through with an Oklahoma roll. 1!2! Figgy counters by rolling it into his own pin. 1!2! Hunter kicks out, both men quickly returning to their feet.

Figgy is quick to act by applying a standing armbar, which transitions into a standing front facelock. Hunter decides to take the easy way out of the hold and stomps on Figgy's foot. Hunter takes advantage and cinches in another arm ringer. Hunter slides his foot out to trip Figgy to the mat and go for a counter. But Figgy powers out of the pin before the one count. Hunter hops to his feet, obviously feeling his confidence surge sticks out his hand for Figgy to shake. Figgy looks at Hunter's hand, then the audience. A silent nod before he rocks Hunter in the face with a hard forearm. Both men begin to shoot forearms to the face, back and forth. Figgy prevailed in this striking bout, Hunter finally staggering back. But obviously not wanting to show it, Hunter taunt's Figgy for another one. Instead of another forearm, Hunter's head gets rocked by a sudden forward thrust kick to the face. Hunter falls to the mat, clutching his face.

Brian Rentfro :HAH! That was Awesome!

Jon McDaniel :Who in their right mind would ask Figgy to hit them again?


Hunter finds the strength to pull himself to his feet, shaking the cob webs just in time to find a charging Figgy. Hunter counters by wrapping up and throwing Figgy over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Hunter decides to scramble to the cage and begin to climb. Figgy was in hot persuit of the viper. Figgy wrapped up on Hunter to halt his advance up the cage. But Hunter wasn't letting go of the steel mesh. Figgy found a way to remedy that, by throwing his weight back, wrenching Hunter from the cage with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!~ Hunter and Figgy both crash to the mat. Hunter laying still, Figgy crawling around, nursing the small of his back. Figgy hobbles to his feet seeing Hunter down he sees the opportunity to climb out. He climbs up the turnbuckle to use it as a platform to climb. But Hunter manages to climb on the top rope beside him and push him off and land back first on the mat. Hunter hops off the top rope and lands an ELBOW DROPPPPAH

Brian Rentfro : Finally, things are picking up

Jon McDaniel : It seemed that kick was the start of bigger things


They return to their feet at the same time. Hunter going for the offensive gos to land a left hand, but Figgy blocks and counters with a chop. Hunter keeps finding his punches blocked and countered with those stinging chops. Figgy finally locks Hunter in a cravat, LEFT KNEE! RIGHT KNEE! EUROCUT! EUROCUT! Hunter staggers back only for his arm to be grabbed as he is thrown face first into the cage. Figgy takes the stunned Hunter, a hand full of hair, a handful of running him once more face first into the cage, battering ram style. Hunter leans against the ropes, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened as Figgy takes to the cage once more. Before Figgy could make much more progress Hunter crushes his forearm against Figgy's groin. Figgy falls to the mat, holding his sore pride and joy.

Brian Rentfro :That's one way to make some one stop climing

Jon McDaniel : No disqualifications, means Hunter can do that again and again without any reprimand from the referee

The Viper begins to stalk Figgy, before stomping his left knee. Figgy doesn't let out a sound, his pride not letting him scream. Hunter continues the assault on his knee, raining down a flurry of stomps. Continuing to soften the leg, he grabs Figgy's ankle and yanks back to where the knee was above the shoulder. Seeing as Figgy's leg doesn't bend that way on a regular basis, it hurt like a bitch. He gritted his teeth to avoid uttering a single sound. Hunter takes both of Figgy's legs, and flips him over to cross his legs in a Texas cloverleaf. Hunter viciously wrenches back on the hold, Figgy's face a mask of torment. But he still refused to utter a single sound.

It seemed like an eternity that he was in the hold, it was reaching well past the two minute since Hunter applied the hold. Lance Weston asked Figgy if he wished to give up, Figgy replied with a resounding “NO!!”Figgy pushed himself off the mat looking for a way to Fight out of the hold. Finally he managed to roll out of the hold. The crowd cheering the show of resilence, and Figgy back into the match. Figgy used the ropes to pull himself back to his feet

Hunter goes to shoot toward Figgy's head, but it met with an elbow to the side of his head. Figgy pushes off his healthy leg, lunging to Hunter, throwing out his forearm. Hunter's throat smashed with the sudden impact of a LARIATO!!!!Figgy pulls Hunter to a seated position and locks in a rear chin lock. He drove his knee into his back. Slowly he began to pull Hunter back to his feet, transitioning the hold into a cravat.

Hunter worms his way out of the hold, and kicks the back of Figgy's worked knee. He scrambles to the cage, hoping the bum leg might give him time to escape the cage. Climbing more than half way up, Hunter pauses as a forearm smack him in the back. Figgy climbs to Hunter's side, bouncing his head off the steel mesh. Finally, his arm slips about Hunter's neck, as he leaps off the ropes, planting Hunter face first with a bulldog. Keeping his arm tight around Hunter's neck, he suddenly snaps back, locking in the CONSPIRACY THEORY!!!

Hunter valiantly tries to fight out of the hold, refusing to tap. But slowly his fighting became less and less. Before finally he went entirely limp. Weston checks out Hunter before pointing to the time keeper.

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: “Here is your winner, by submission JACOB FIGGINS!!”

Figgy raises his arm as he kneels in the center of the ring, nodding to the fallen form of Hunter as as sign of due respect.

Brian Rentfro: What a match Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Both men have gone through hell tonight.. but Jacob Figgins comes out victorious as he secures his spot in the Who's The Man?! tournament.

Brian Rentfro: Figgins has a chance to repeat last year's success, Jon! But we're out of time, we'll see you all next week!

Slowly the scene fades to black.

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