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


03-28-2010


Riona Langly vs Ryan Ross vs Laura Estella vs Matt Stone vs Kyle Stevenson vs Bubba

Gauntlet Match #1 - Royal Rumble


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is the first of five matches to determine the Undisputed Pioneer Wrestling Association World Champion! No wrestler can be eliminated until the sixth and final entrant into the match has been introduced and has stepped foot into the ring...

I came to play!

Matt Stone's theme can be heard in the arena and the crowd begins to show their dissapproval for the longest reigning Grizzly Beer champion in PWA history.


I came to play
There's a price to pay
Time for you to get down on your knees and pray
I came to pay
Say goodbye to the good old days
They're never coming back
Watch your future fade
I came to play
I came to play to get my dues paid
I guess you had a dream
But it cant be safe
I came to play!

Stone comes out of the back followed by Katrina who just looks happy to be there. Stone has an arrogant smirk on his face as he holds up the Wrestler of
the Year trophy. He walks up to the camera, remarking 'Now the ratings go up'. Stone brushes past the cameraman now and heads to the ring, followed by
Katrina.

I'm here to stay
Best get out of my way
I have come to play

Eric Emerson: "Introducing, accompanied to the ring by his personal interviewer Katrina, he weighs in at one hundred-ninety pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario
Canada. He is the Wrestler of the Year, Matt Stone!"

I go inside this light
I see new life unfold
Each second I burn brighter
Your fire is going cold
You could try to beg for mercy
Go ahead and try to run
No escape and no redemption
Understand the ends begun

Standing in the ring now, Stone looks out at the crowd and raises his hands in the air, holding the trophy just as high as he can. He hands the trophy
to Katrina on the outside of the ring and hits the ropes a few times in preparation for his match.

Ding Ding

The bell rings as Matt Stone and Kyle Stevenson circle in the center of the ring. Right to Kyle's face sends him down to one knee, side headlock from Stone. Kyle shoves up, sending Stone into the ropes, running high knee right into Kyle's face sends him down to the mat on his back. Stone stomps away on the head before lifting Kyle back up to a vertical base.

Jon McDaniel: Matt showing a bit of aggression here early.

Brian Rentfro: If he can wear Kyle down, then it is easy to eliminate him later on.

Matt shoves Kyle into the corner, running knee lift into Kyle's midsection before Matt puts him up on the top turnbuckle.Matt looks out to the crowd before slapping Kyle across the face. Matt hooks Kyle's head under his arm, superplex takes Kyle down to the canvas. Matt drops a knee right onto Kyle's face before he starts to work over the arm. Stomp to the left arm, another, stomps of fury on Kyle's left arm has Stevenson rolling around trying to get away from this aggressive Matt Stone. Stone pulls Kyle up to the vertical base again, right fist to the face rocks Kyle backwards, side headlock, running bulldog. Kyel lifts Matt up, running atomic drop stops Matt cold as he holds at his rear. Kyle hits the ropes, clothesline takes him down. Kyle rushes up the top turnbuckle, diving off with a leg drop across Stone's face. Kyle pulls him back up, chop to the chest.

Brian Rentfro: Wonder if Kyle learned that in prison?

Jon McDaniel: Who knows?

Kyle with another chop, he whips Stone across the ring. Stone slams into the opposite corner, Kyle rushes over springing off the middle rope, tornado DDT onto the canvas. Kyle is up quickly with a flurry of stomps of his own to Stone. He pulls Matt back up, forearm to the throat before he follows it up with a chop to Matt's Adam's apple. Kyle wraps his arms around Stone's waist, lifting him out of the corner, slamming him down back first on the canvas. Kyle hits the ropes, baseball slide right into Matt's turned face that nearly rolls him out of the ring. Kyle is on a bit of a roll as he pulls Stone back up, dragging his face across the top rope. Kyle finishes off with a face slam into the top turnbuckle before he climbs up, Stone still holding his face from the baseball slide. Kyle jumps off with a intended knee drop, but Stone manages to fall out of the way and Kyle's knee slams right into the canvas. Stone pulls himself up, wiping his face and smirking as Kyle is holding at his injured right knee. Stone kicks out at the knee, connecting solidly with the kick before he steps over, wrapping the knee up in a figure four leglock. Stone falls back, hyperextending the knee and Kyle moans out in pain.

Jon McDaniel: A submission is useless in getting a victory here.

Brian Rentfro: But not useless in wearing your opponent down.

Kyle rolls over to the left, actually managing to flip Stone over, putting the pressure on Stone's knee instead. Matt breaks the hold, holding at his knee this time, before anger seems to spill across his face. Stomp to the head of Kyle before he drops a knee on the back of his rising skull.

Jon McDaniel: The screen is beginning to get under a minute.

Brian Rentfro: Wonder who is coming out next?

Stone begins to work Kyle over big time in the center of the ring as the clock is now at forty-five seconds. Stone whips Kyle into the ropes, Kyle bounces back with a crossbody taking Stone down onto the canvas. Thirty seconds as Kyle looks up at the clicking timer on the screen. He begins to work a bit harder to wear down his opponent so that he can take on the fresh fish in the pond.

Brian Rentfro: Fifteen seconds.

Jon McDaniel: Ten now.

Kyle locks on a sleeper hold, cutting off Matt's oxygen while similtaneously wearing him down.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Buzzzzzzzzzz

burn in my light Hits the PA system and plays it's rock and roll intro, and as soon as the lyrics hit the sound Ryan Ross Steps out
from behind the curtain.
The fans give him a mixed reaction the Smarks cheer and the Marks boo. Ryan doesn't Care for any of it and just relishes in his own glorious wonder, as
he steps down to the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring side area. At this point he walks over to the stairs and point to the crowd giving them the
thumbs don in disapproval. Ryan then rushes down to the ring, ready for the fight to keep his Global title.

Brian Rentfro: Its Ryan Ross!

Jon McDaniel: And he looks ready for this fight.

Ryan leaps up to the apron, to the top rope, missile dropkick takes Kyle right in the face rolling hiim over backwards. Ryan is on the attack as he quickly springs to the middle rope, flipping backwards with a body splash on Kyle near center ring. Ryan picks Kyle up, throwing him into the ropes. Kyle rushes back, back body from Ryan sends him over. Kyle lands on his feet behind Ross, dropping down to sweep Ryan's legs out from under him in the process. Here comes Matt Stone as Kyle gets up to his feet, clotheslining Kyle over the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: And this match is already over!

Jon McDaniel: No eliminations can take place until all wrestlers are in the match.

Brian Rentfro: Party Pooper.

Kyle lands on his back and Stone spins to find a charging Ryan Ross flying through the air, but Stone dropkicks him right in the gut.

Jon McDaniel: Stone gets Ryan down to his knees with that kick to his knee.

Brian Rentfro: Kneel before Zod!

Ryan is laid out on the canvas and Stone is smirking down at the Global Champion but he receives a tap on the shoulder. Matt turns around, fist to the face from Kyle rocks Stone backwards. Kyle leaps to the top rope, flying clothesline from the top rope takes Stone down. Kyle pulls Ross up, wanting to wear him down a bit. Kyle shoves him into the corner, shoulder block to his midsection doubles Ross over. Kyle lifts a knee into Ryan's face once, twice, and three times before standing him up with an European Uppercut. Kyle slams an elbow right into his face before locking him in a three quarter facelock. Kyle rushes out of the corner, but Ryan pushes him at the last possible second sending him tripping over Matt Stone in the center of the ring. Kyle stumbles forward, his throat draping across the bottom rope. Ross hits the ropes.

Jon McDaniel:Tiger Feint Kick!

Brian Rentfro: and now the Red Hot Ryan Ross is just that, Red Hot!

Ryan is back in the ring as Matt Stone is getting back up to a vertical base. Ryan runs in with a big head of steam.

Jon McDaniel: Clothesline from Hell!

Brian Rentfro: And Stone ddrops like a...

Jon McDaniel: Don't even do it.

Brian Rentfro: But...

The clock begins to tick down from a minute again, Ryan looks up wondering who is coming down next. He picks up Matt Stone, working im backwards with a right and left combo until he is back first in the corner. Ryan takes a running start, stepping up the ropes to deliver a spinning toe kick right to the temple of nothing as Stone falls out of the corner on his knees. Ryan slams down into the canvas as the big screen reads forty-five seconds. Ryan bounces back up, holding at his knee and Stone bursts out of the corner with a bulldog taking the Global Champion down to the mat. Here comes Kyle Stevenson again, anger buring on his face.

Jon McDaniel: We are down to thirty seconds.

Brian Rentfro: Who is coming out now?

Kyle and Matt slam into each other, but Stone manages to hook his own head under Kyle's arm flipping him over with a Northern Lights suplex. Kyle slams right onto Ryan Ross, who grunts from the air rushing out of his body.

Brian Rentfro: Fifteen seconds left.

Stone wastes no time in lifting the Global Champion up to his feet, throwing him into the ropes. Ryan rushes back as Matt lowers his head, but Ryan delivers a swinging neckbreaker to the former Grizzly Beer champion. Stone drops down to the canvas, holding at his neck.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Buzzzzzzzz

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

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


Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed
reaction. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before slamming it over Kyle's head sending glass and liquor all over the ring. Bubba J laughs as he pulls Stevenson up to a vertical and bloody base.

Jon McDaniel: Is that legal?

Brian Rentfro: I don't see how you can disqualify him, do you?

Bubba J doesn't do any wrestling moves as he uses just his fists in pounding away at Kyle's head and body. Here comes Ryan Ross though, shoving Bubba J aside, they nod at each other.

Jon McDaniel: Are they going to work together?

Brian Rentfro: Doubtful.

Nope, they begin slamming fists into each other, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement. Bubba J with a right, Ryan with a right of his own, Bubba J with a kick to Ryan's gut, but Ryan shoves him back avoiding the Trailer Park Trash. Bubba J spins back, hitting the ropes intending for a clothesline, but Ryan side steps, delivering a knee right into Bubba's midsection doubling him over. Ryan hits the near ropes, sending Bubba J's face right into some glass from the broken bottle. Stone rushes over, wanting some of the redneck bashing action, but instead Kyle flies out of the corner with a fist taking Stone by surprise. Matt drops down like a stone, and Kyle mounts him with a Lou Thesz press as he pounds away with rights and lefts. Ryan looks over, but Bubba J slams a fist into his gut before he can head over to join the maylay. Bubba J nails a shoulder block that sends Ryan back first into the corner. Ryan charges back out though, Bubba J avoids the charge but manages to trip Ryan who slams his head right into Kyle's noggin on the way down. Ryan gets up and laughs as Bubba J nods, Matt gets back up, behind Ryan.

Jon McDaniel: Forty-five seconds.

Brian Rentfro: Stone Cutter on Ryan Ross!

Bubba J seems ticked off, he is the only one that likes to cause Ryan pain, he charges in to deliver a clothesline to Stone. Matt delivers a hip toss that sends the Ragin' Redneck over onto his back.

Brian Rentfro: Thirty.

Stone heads after Bubba J, stomping on his skull feverishly.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know how much damage that will do.

Brian Rentfro: Agreed, Stone may hurt his foot.

Bubba J rols up to his feet, Stone is there with a forearm taking him down to one knee. Matt delivers the Kneel Before Zod signature again, this kick to the head takes Bubba J down to the canvas on his side. Fifteen seconds remain as Matt pulls Bubba J up.

Jon McDaniel: C-C-C-C!

Brian Rentfro: I think Bubba J may be out cold!

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Buzzzzzzz

"Natural Born Killas" hits up and from the back rushes Laura Estella, intending on doing a major chunk of damage.

Jon McDaniel: Its Laura Estella!

Brian Rentfro: I love her, she is so hot!

Laura slides into the ring, kipping up to her feet, nailing Ryan with a Yakuza kick taking him down. She quickly spins sweeping Kyle's feet out from under him. Leaping up to the middle rope, she springs with a front kick right to Stone's temple rolling him off of Bubba J. Bubba J gets up, shaking his head, but Laura kicks him in the right thigh, knocking his head back with a uppercut, and taking him down with a jawbreaker from the front. Bubba J has been knocked out twice so far, assumming he is out now. Laura stands back up, surveying the damage she has inflicted so far, she walks over to Kyle Stevenson, pulling him up nailing him with unwomanly rights and lefts until he is against the ropes. Kyle manages to catch his breath, fighting back with a few rights and lefts of his own until Laura is in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: No Comply!

Brian Rentfro: Ryan hits a Lung Blower on Matt Stone!

Bubba J is getting back up to his feet, his hand down the front of his pants, getting them all kind of sweaty, he brings his hand out. Laura turns around.

Brian Rentfro: Nut Sack Whack!

Jon McDaniel: Ryan hits That Japanese move on Laura and she is taken down to the canvas.

We've seen this fight before as Ryan and Bubba J are the only two standing in the ring, again they go at each other. Bubba J goes for the hand that was down his pants, but Ryan kicks him right between the legs and shakes his finger in Bubba's face. Bubba J smiles as he slams the brass knuckles right into Ryan's scrotum and he goes down. Bubba J leans back in the corner, trying to catch his breath as Laura is getting back up to her feet. She spies Bubba J leaning in the corner, actually smoking a cigarette during the match. She smirks as she runs using Matt Stone as a launchpad, taking Bubba J right in the face with the sole of her boot sending his head slamming backwards onto the turnbuckle. As Bubba J is bouncing back from the impact, Laura catches him in a three quarter facelock over her shoulder, using the ropes to launch herself out into the center of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: She may have just ripped his head off.

Jon McDaniel: He isn't moving, but the only blood is coming from him and Kyle Stevenson, and there isn't much of that.

Laura gets up, going after Kyle Stevenson now, making sure to work over his knee and shoulder that Matt was working on earlier in the match. Stone gets himself up, coming over to work on Kyle's knee as Laura takes Kyle into an arm trap submission hold. Matt picks Kyle's knee up, slamming it into the mat repeatedly. Here comes Ryan Ross flying through the air with a cross body taking Stone down before he kips up to his feet to nail Laura with nothing as she quickly snatches his ankle to stand up with it in her grasp. Ryan goes for an enzeguri, but Laura ducks under the kicking leg with a stomp on the side of his planted leg. Ryan buckles down and Laura attacks with an elbow to the face. Ryan ducks out of the way and Laura's second elbow drop hits canvas but her and Ryan are both up to their feet as the clock on the big screen begins counting down.

Jon McDaniel: Remember earlier when you thought the match was over when Kyle was thrown over?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, why?

Jon McDaniel: Well, this match can only end with a pin or submission after Riona, the last participant enters.

Brian Rentfro: I knew that, I was just testing you.

Jon McDaniel: Sure you were.

Forty-five seconds flash up on the screen as Laura and Ryan are locked up in a corner, neither getting an advantage. Laura tries to knee Ryan, but Ross kicks back with a knee of his own. Both avoid the other's attack from their counterpart. Kyle gets up, shaking his head as Twenty seconds flash up on the screen. Matt Stone is face to face with Kyle Stevenson as Bubba J is watching the others fight among themselves, waiting for someone to get really tired. Ten seconds as Matt and Kyle lock up as well, Bubba J lunges.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Buzzzzz

Jon McDaniel: Here comes Riona!

### 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.
She is the leader of the Apostles of Ares...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring,

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###


Kyle plants a boot right into Matt Stone's gut before turning to hit Bubba J with a particularly vicious thigh kick that sends the former Global Champion holding his thigh in the ropes. Kyle turns as Riona lands in the ring. Stone is up, smiling behind Kyle.

Brian Rentfro: Stone Cutter!

Jon McDaniel: Matt goes for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Kyle Stevenson has been eliminated from the Unification Gauntlet match!

The others all just look around, the match is over and Riona didn't even break a sweat, but will the next match be so kind to her?

Jon McDaniel: Riona didn't even throw a punch.

Brian Rentfro: She didn't have to, that is how this match works.

The Irish Phoenix vs Jacob Figgins

Who's The Man!? Semi-Finals


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is a semi-final match of the 2010 Who's The Man tournament.

Thing of Beauty by Hothouse Flowers begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a
flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and green pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix and the Smoking Leprechaun walk out
to the entrance ramp and head to the ring.

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 finally 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

Ding Ding

They come to the center of the ring. The crowd is buzzing loud. This match has determination ALL OVER IT. A hand shake? HELL NO! Irish Phoenix slaps the taste out of Figgins' mouth almost immediately. Figgins retaliates very quickly with a right hand of his own. This BITCH IS ON! Figgins shoots at the legs of Irish Phoenix. Irish Phoenix sprawls like he's Rampage Jackson, and clocks an elbow to the side of Figgins' head. Figgins goes down, and Irish Phoenix drops a leg across the chest of Figgins. A cross arm breaker applied! Figgins is screaming in pain already and quickly gets to the ropes. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Irish Phoenix breaks finally. Figgins doesn't have much time to breathe, as Irish Phoenix brings Figgins into the middle of the ring, and flips him onto his stomach. FUJIWARA ARMBAR APPLIED! Figgins wiggles, HEAD SCISSORS COUNTER.

Jon McDaniel: Great counter, Irish Phoenix rolls out, and both men up.

Irish Phoenix is mad that he lost the arm bar and charges at Figgins. HEADLOCK TAKE DOWN! Figgins lets go momentarily, maneuvers Irish Phoenix, and applies a crossface! Irish Phoenix in the middle of the ring, and his hand is out. Two minutes into the match, and it might be all over. Irish Phoenix rolls with it, and gets to the ropes. Figgins lets go at a count of three. Figgins is up and drags Irish Phoenix up... DDT. WAIT, Phoenix holds onto the ropes!

Brian Rentfro: Figgins' head smacked the mat HARD!

Irish Phoenix holds his neck and tries to loosen it up. He looks down at the barely coherent Figgins. Irish Phoenix gets Figgins to a seated position. RUNNING NECK SNAP! Mr. Perfect would give that a golf clap. Irish Phoenix wastes little time and follows it up with a low level modified ENZIGURI! Figgins is a heap on the mat. Irish Phoenix with the cover...

One...

Two...

Shoulder comes up!

Irish Phoenix holds the arm down and covers again.

One...

Two...

Kickout

Jon McDaniel: He should know better than trying for a pin this early.

Brian Rentfro: Really? Cause I believe kicking out and getting a shoulder up expends energy. You'd know that if you ever, you know, WRESTLED!

Jon McDaniel: So who told you about it?

Irish Phoenix picks up Figgy , and has him in the suplex position. He holds him up, letting the blood rush to the head and BAM... BRAIN BUSTER! Irish Phoenix looks at the hurt Figgins. He slaps Figgins across the face and brings him to his feet. Another slap across Figgins' face. Northern Lights on Figgins.. REVERSED! DDT on Irish Phoenix! Both men are down, and that was a totally desperate move, that was SO NEEDED. Both men are down. Daniel Davis begins his count.

One!

Two!

Figgins moves a bit.

Three!

Four!

Irish Phoenix makes some motion.

Five!

Six!

Both men trying to get up, holding on to the ropes.

Seven!

Eight!

Jon McDaniel: Both men almost up.

Figgins reaches his feet as does Irish Phoenix! Figgins with an open hand slap to the jaw of Irish Phoenix. Spit flies from the mouth. The crowd yells an OOOOHHH sound on that note. Irish Phoenix recovers and lands a right hand. Figgins takes Irish Phoenix down, double leg style. Punches fly! Casino reverses it, and is on top! He lands several shots. Its an all out fight in the match!

Jon McDaniel: They are pulling no punches, I think Figgins has a mouse under his eye.

Brian Rentfro: Figgins is on top again as the two men are near the edge of the ring.

They roll out of the ring. Irish Phoenix is on top and Figgins hits hard. Irish Phoenix gets up quick like, stomping Figgins. He picks Figgins up and nails Figgins in the stomach. Casino smashes into the guardrail, ABs first! Figgins enters the ring at the count of five. Irish Phoenix hobbles over, goes down to one knee. He takes a breath and rolls in at eight. Figgins is waiting and lands a boot to the head of Irish Phoenix. He tries another, but has his foot caught and is taken down. Irish Phoenix up as quick as he can... He hooks Figgins in a leglock! Made famous by Dean Malenko, Irish Phoenix has it locked in like he performs it daily. Figgins is around two feet from the ropes. Make that three feet as Irish Phoenix moves closer to the center of the ring. Figgins is clinching his fist. He can't tap.

PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!

Figgins hears the chants, and deep down he digs in. He gathers all his strength, all his pride, and he pulls Irish Phoenix and himself toward the ropes. INCH BY INCH. Jacob Figgins refuses to quit. He scratches, he claws. He is nearing the ropes...

Jon McDaniel: He is almost there...

Brian Rentfro: BOOM KICK TO THE HEAD.

Irish Phoenix lets go of the hold, and kicks the back of the head of Figgins. Figgins is drug away from the ropes. He is covered.

One...

Two...

Kickout

A look of disgust is shown on the face of Irish Phoenix. Irish Phoenix is livid in the middle of the ring. He gets in the face of Davis. The Smoking Leprechaun is trying to calm him down. He goes over to Figgins, still pissed, and reaches to pick him up... INSIDE CRADLE! Davis hits the mat!

One...

Two...

NO CIGAR! Irish Phoenix is even more pissed now. He lets Figgins get up and waits... IRISH WHIP INTO THE TURNBUCKLE. Irish Phoenix charges in with a spear! But its on the post! Figgins leaped into the air in the nick of time.

Jon McDaniel: The whole match might have changed right there.

Brian Rentfro: That was a split second away from being over.

Figgins is on his knees, as is Irish Phoenix. Irish Phoenix is hurting bad. Holding his shoulder, the crowd starts up a Figgy! chant, and Irish Phoenix gets to his feet. Figgins is hurting all over, and looks at Irish Phoenix. They lock eyes like two animals about to go to war. They circle each other and they lock up. Figgins gets the advantage pushing Irish Phoenix to the ropes. CHOP! WHOOO! CHOP! WHOOO! CHOP! WHOOOO! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Figgins turns into Kenta Kobashi and unloads with a series of chops that probably reaches the fifty mark. As does the number of WHOOOS! Irish Phoenix's chest looks like raw hamburger meat. The Smoking Leprechaun looks to be in need of a pipe. Irish Phoenix collapses to the mat. Figgins is getting a standing ovation. This is insane! Figgins gets Irish Phoenix up. Looking for Another New Crisis! Nope, Phoenix drops behind Figgy! German suplex release... Figgy folds up! The Smoking Leprechaun mimicks for Irish Phoenix to make the cover. He can't. His shoulder is hurting. He shouldn't have done that move. His chest is broken up. Both men are down. Davis begins his count, but Irish Phoenix attempts to get up, and negates the
count.

Jon McDaniel: These men are doing it all tonight. Any move they know, they might try.

Brian Rentfro: Man, I got a few they could use. TRY THE St. Louis Splash!

Figgins is trying to get up. Irish Phoenix is behind Figgins. Figgins turns around into a STANDING DROPKICK! Figgins crashes into the corner. Irish Phoenix climbs up and wails on Figgy!
One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Figgins gets him, reverse atomic drop, nope, blocked... Super Kick! CAUGHT! Figgins spins him around...
DDT from the middle rope!

Jon McDaniel: Figgins with the cover!

One...

Two...

Foot on the ropes!

Irish Phoenix hangs on for the moment. Figgins looks upset now, and drives a forearm to the face of Irish Phoenix. Jacob Figgins gets up, and brings Irish Phoenix up too. Figgins throws Irish Phoenix to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Irish Phoenix hangs on to the ropes. Figgins charges and is BACKDROPPED OVER THE TOP ROPE! He lands on the apron, and taps Irish Phoenix on the shoulder. Irish Phoenix tries to land his good shoulder to the midsection of Figgins. Figgins avoids and SUNSET FLIP!

One...

Two...

Irish Phoenix rolls forward. Figgins is pinned!

One...

Two...

Figgins turns it over and gets up, not letting Irish Phoenix go. He has Irish Phoenix hooked. CRADLE PILE DRIVER! Irish Phoenix is out! Figgins doesn't cover.

Jon McDaniel: Figgy just used Phoenix's own move against him!

Brian Rentfro: That cheat.

He is going over to
the corner. He climbs the turnbuckles, but does so slowly. Figgins is worn out from the fast paced, high impact match. Figgins is measuring Irish Phoenix. Then the Smoking Leprechaun begins to jaw with Figgins. Figgins yells back and he measures Irish Phoenix, but Irish Phoenix is up, climbs the turnbuckle quick and TOP ROPE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! The cover.. there isn't one. Both men down, both men hurt. Irish Phoenix is up first, and climbs the turnbuckles. He is slower than usual. He gets to the top, flips off the crowd and FLIES! The Ashes! Misses! Irish Phoenix lands on the hurt shoulder/arm. Figgins takes the opportunity and applies THE CROSS FACE CHICKEN WING! Irish Phoenix is in complete AGONY! The shoulder can't take this hold. Figgins has the legs locked around him. Irish Phoenix gets Figgins on his back. Figgy has his shoulders down!


One...

Two...

Jacob rolls with it, getting off his back.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there.

Brian Rentfro: The Irish Phoenix is going on to the finals.

Figgins lets go of the hold. He bashes the back of Irish Phoenix's head. AGAIN! Figgins blasts with another. Irish Phoenix rolls to the outside.

Brian Rentfro: Irish Phoenix just called for time. I'm going to head to the bathroom.

Jon McDaniel: This is a REAL SPORT. No timeouts, and no bathroom breaks.

Brian Rentfro: You tell me that NOW, five free Guinnesses into the match.

Figgins doesn't wait for Irish Phoenix and exits the ring. Figgins with a double ax handle. Phoenix counters with a punch to the stomach. Figgins lands on the concrete floor. Irish Phoenix has the Smoking Leprechaun rub his shoulder. Irish Phoenix enters the ring, then exits quickly, breaking up the count. Irish Phoenix picks up Figgins. CHEST FIRST ON THE RAILING! Irish Phoenix is in the ring, and gets on the top turnbuckle. He waits for Figgins to be counted out. Davis is up to Two!

Three...

Smoking Leprechaun: ....! ....! ....!

Four..

The Smoking Leprechaun is gesturing wildly over Figgins.

Five...

Smoking Monkey is now hitting Figgins over the head with his lit pipe.

Six...

Figgins uses it as fuel. The more hate spewed, the further he gets to the ring.

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

The Smoking Leprechaun picks up a monkey sized steel chair.

Figgins rolls into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Davis never saw the monkey's tactics.

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about?

Jon McDaniel: Are you blind?

Brian Rentfro: Nope, but these free Guinnesses are getting to me.

Irish Phoenix picks Figgins up, whipping him into the corner. He doesn't charge. He goes over, and lands a uppercut! Figgins lands one of his own. He throws Irish Phoenix into the corner. Irish Phoenix gets hit with a flurry of shots. Figgins might be having bar fight flash backs. Figgins gets Irish Phoenix seated on the top rope. He hooks him.

Jon McDaniel: MUSCLE BUSTER!

The cover by Jacob Figgins!

One...

Two...

Thre-- SHOULDER UP!

Irish Phoenix might need to get X-Rays on the shoulder after this, but right now, he is still kicking. Figgins is getting visually frustrated, and can't hide it. Figgins sets Irish Phoenix up in the middle of the ring. Springboard knee drop... MISSES! Irish Phoenix rolls up Figgins!

One...

Two...

Figgins gets out!

Phoenix with an Irish Lights suplex into a bridge!

One...

Two...

Not yet!

Irish Phoenix can't believe it. His arm is hanging. Irish Phoenix drags himself to the turnbuckle. He goes up top as quick as he can. Figgins is up. MISSILE DROP KICK CONNECTS! Figgy hits hard and rolls outside. Irish Phoenix is up slowly, looks for Figgins and yells: SHIT! Figgins is on the floor, having his ear raped with loud swearing by The Smoking Leprechaun. Davis makes his count. Figgins gets in at the eight count. Irish Phoenix hurries to land some shots in. Figgins gets a hold of the hurt left arm and YANKS IT DOWN. A second later, armbar on Irish Phoenix! Figgins cranks on it, and Irish Phoenix is a foot away from the ropes. He is in IMMENSE PAIN! The crowd is chanting TAP! TAP! TAP! No such luck, as Irish Phoenix is mere inches away. He is unfolding his balled up fist.

He gives it his all, the hand falls..

On the rope!

Brian Rentfro: Irish Phoenix is still alive. Figgins breaks the hold.

Jon McDaniel: How much more can these men do?

Figgins gets to his feet and backs away from Irish Phoenix, and lets him up. Irish Phoenix has basically one arm. Figgins is sore all over. The fans are cheering very loudly,and it's all for Figgins. Irish Phoenix and Figgins lock up once again, and Figgins is spun around. The Flame on Figgy!! Irish Phoenix has his arm looking like a wet noodle. Just hanging. He is in a lot of pain. Figgins is out. Irish Phoenix is crawling for the cover. He gets a hand on Figgins and turns him over. THE COVER!

One...

Two...

Thr- Kickout!

Irish Phoenix is crushed. That was his chance. The crowd is out of breath. Irish Phoenix has nothing left. He gets Figgins on his stomach. Irish Phoenix locks on a County Clare Chinlock! Figgins is struggling. Irish Phoenix's arm is struggling as well, and he can't continue the move.

Jon McDaniel: Irish Phoenix looks dead. He looks like someone took his soul after Figgins kicked out.

Brian Rentfro: That was a County Clare Chinlock, named after a county in Ireland.

Figgins and Irish Phoenix struggle to get breaths in. Sweat is pouring. Both men look exhausted. Figgins and Irish Phoenix look like two men who have nothing left, but one has to find that little extra. One or the other has a match for Who's The Man Finals coming up. They tie up and Irish Phoenix hits a knee to the stomach. He double under hooks Figgins, but can't get anything going. Figgins reverses it and into a back body drop. Figgins gets on top of Irish Phoenix and tells him that it's over. He flips Irish Phoenix over and hooks in the County Clare Chinlock..and gets an eye full of thumb. The move is halted and Figgins is temporarily blinded. Irish Phoenix takes the opportunity to get up and bam, DDT on Figgy! Irish Phoenix goes up top once again. The Ashes once again and it connects! Irish Phoenix can't cover. He used his bad arm. He is writhing in pain.

Brian Rentfro: Both men down again. This is a stalemate.

Jon McDaniel: Figgins might have a concussion among various other injuries. Irish Phoenix just basically has the useless shoulder. These men are tearing each other
down.

Irish Phoenix finally covers.

One...

Two...
Thr--Kickout! . He is running low on gas, and needs to end this quick. Irish Phoenix waits for Figgins to get up. Irish Phoenix is waiting..ready to strike. Figgins finally staggers up, turns around and superkick, is caught again! Figgins pulls Phoenix in for a high cradle suplex! My God the impact.
Figgins covers!

One...

Two...

Thre- Shoulder up! What the hell?!

Figgins can't believe it. He goes over to Irish Phoenix and hooks in something... what is it? He finishes and it's the Conspiracy Theory!

Brian Rentfro: No way he survives this. I got tons, TONS of respect for Irish Phoenix, but this is it.

Jon McDaniel: He isn't tapping.. yet.

The crowd chants for Irish Phoenix to tap, but the Smoking Leprechaun is there for moral support and to blow smoke into Figgy's face.

The crowd is looking for it.

Irish Phoenix is WILLING his foot back to the ropes.

Figgy is cranking back on it, he wants this win bad!

Irish Phoenix gives it one more go. He looks as if he will tap!

But he makes it!

Figgins looks to be dead inside now. He picks up Irish Phoenix and has him hooked for a super brainbuster suplex... Irish Phoenix wiggles free! Back suplex! Figgins is down. Irish Phoenix with the cover.

One...

Two...

Nope, Figgy with a shoulder up!

Both men are down. Irish Phoenix rolls to get up and falls down. Figgins isn't moving well himself. They try getting up and are holding on to the ropes. Both men give a little smile, as in some ego driven way, they are enjoying the punishment they receive, as long as the other man is hurting. They charge at each other... Double Clothesline! Both men are down and out. No one is moving at all. Daniel Davis begins his count.

Jon McDaniel: How is either man getting up, let alone both men?

Brian Rentfro: A chance to be called The Man and a shot at the Unified title, I'm liable to get in there too.

Jon McDaniel: How many of those free Guinness's have you had?

Brian Rentfro: Lost... count...

Figgy with the Tony Jaa, but Irish Phoenix with a standing dropkick slams it right into Figgy's face. Phoenix, slowly climb to the top turnbuckle. Using his good arm, he jumps with the point of his elbow driving right into Figgy's chest.

Brian Rentfro: The... Ashes...

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match and moving on to the Finals of the Who's The Man tournament... the Irish Phoenix!

The Smoking Leprechaun rolls into the ring, pointing to the man he manages successfully.

Jacob Seldon vs Simon Kalis

Who's The Man!? Semi Finals


"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. Lit cigarette between his smirking lips, he saunters unhurriedly down the entry ramp, exchanging words with some of the louder-mouthed fans.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, 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!

Seldon 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 start of the match.

Brian Rentfro: So, any thoughts?

Jon McDaniel: This should really be a good match is what I think. Two fast moving cruiserweight wrestlers with storied pasts, both of whom have revitalized their careers here in the PWA, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Both washed up has-beens you mean?

Jon McDaniel: That's not what I said.

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, turning his attention to Jacob Seldon.

DING DING DING

Both men immediately lock horns, with Seldon rolling Kalis down with a nicely executed hip toss. Kalis is quickly on his feet and grabs ahold of Seldon, taking him down with an arm drag and then quickly following it up with a soccer kick to the back of his head. Seldon is back up quickly now and Kalis lunges towards him, but Seldon dodges it and grabs onto Kalis' neck from behind and drops him down with an inverted DDT to the canvas. Kalis is quick to pick himself up and Seldon bounces off the ropes but as he comes forward Kalis jumps and hits him with a flying spinning heel kick to the face which takes Seldon down to the canvas now. Kalis springboards himself off the middle ropes and twists wildly as he hits a body splash over Seldon immediately after and the crowd is already hyped up.

Brian Rentfro: Intense!

Jon McDaniel: These guys are really going at each other here.

Seldon and Kalis are back up in the ring and taking shots back and forth now, opening up an all out brawl in the middle of the ring until Seldon whips Kalis towards the corner. Kalis catches himself and lifts his body upwards, his feet aimed back as Seldon runs towards him. Yet instead of running into Kalis' boots, Seldon catches himself and then grabs Kalis by the legs and rips him off the corner, spinning and dropping him down onto the canvas with a face-first sitdown powerbomb. Seldon is up and jumps onto the top rope but as he comes off with a double elbow drop Kalis spins himself out of the way and lashes out with a double sideways thrust kick to the back of Seldon's head as he hits the canvas, adding thunder to the impact. Kalis is up now and flips himself off the top rope and hits a moonsault onto Seldon. Seldon pushes Kalis off of him and throws a wild kick to Kalis' shins, forcing Kalis to remain grounded. Seldon's up now and hits a dropping flying elbow to Kalis' head.

Brian Rentfro: I must say I'm enjoying this. Pure wrestling at it's finest for washed up losers like these two.

Jon McDaniel: Not washed up losers. Both of these guys have what it takes to win it all tonight, Brian.

Kalis flips himself onto his feet and turns swiftly to catch Seldon coming for him quickly. Kalis switches it up to Muay Thai and lashes out with an elbow uppercut to Seldon's chin sending him stumbling back. Kalis raises his left leg up, his knee twisted inwards as he snaps his foot forward into Seldon's side. Kalis attempts this with his right leg but Seldon raises his leg to block. Kalis starts a fury, switching and rotating between legs with this set of attacks but Seldon keeps up with his blocks. Kalis jumps back and cocks his right leg straight forward towards Seldons face in an angle kick, but Seldon dodges it and grabs ahold of this leg. Kalis hops up and spins his left leg upwards to take Seldon out but Seldon ducks this as well and now Kalis falls awkwardly to the canvas, Seldon still holding onto his leg. Quickly capitalizing now Seldon applies a half Boston crab on Simon Kalis and mounts the pressure.

Brian Rentfro: Come on. This is never going to end at this pace.

Jon McDaniel: Oh wait, this is far from honorable...

Masakazu can be seen now making his way to the ring as Kalis tries valiantly to push himself towards the ropes, Seldon with his back turned to the entrance ramp has no idea. However instead of interfering, Masakazu pulls out a cigarette and lights it at ringside. Kalis finally gets himself to the ropes and grabs ahold of the bottom rope, forcing the referee to get Seldon off of him. Masakazu hands his father the cigarette and Kalis rolls out of the ring now, slapping hands with fans and smoking his cigarette at ringside. Seldon looks on from inside the ring with distrust at the move but Kalis chucks him the pack and motions him to light one up as well.

Brian Rentfro: Are you god damn kidding me!? They're taking a smoke break in the middle of a pay per view match?!

Jon McDaniel: Well... Masakazu did just buy a beer from a wandering vendor as well. So it's kind of nice.

Brian Rentfro: Kind of nice?! People didn't come here to see these assholes stand in the ring and smoke!

Kalis is back in the ring now, perched on one corner as Seldon leans against another. Kalis and Seldon exchange conversation and the referee looks at the time keeper in bewilderment. Masakazu takes a seat at ringside, sipping his cold beer with a group of wild fans who are excited to be next to him. Kalis puts his cigarette out and waits a moment for Seldon to finish his. Both men nod and immediately rush towards each other, but Kalis stops suddenly and flips himself backwards, bringing both feet upwards and nailing Seldon directly in the face. As Seldon falls to the canvas caught off guard, Kalis remains standing on both hands and flips himself back forward, double stomping on Seldon's chest.

Jon McDaniel: Now THAT is athleticism! He's old? Seldon's washed up!? I don't think so, ladies and gentlemen!

Brian Rentfro: Oh shut up already.

Kalis hops up onto the top rope and throws two middle fingers in the air and flies off with a stunning frog splash, only to be thwarted by Seldon's knees as he raises them up to block the impact. Kalis bounces off clutching his ribs and Seldon jumps to his feet ready to take advantadge. Seldon lifts Kalis up off the canvas and elbows him directly between the eyes. Kalis stumbles back and Seldon jumps up onto him and proceeds to take him down with a thunderous hurricanrana. The crowd goes nuts as Seldon raises an arm, perhaps signaling things to come.

Jon McDaniel: Matthew Engel just hopped the barricade!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Finally some real quality!

Jon McDaniel: Matt seems to be carrying a Hurt Styk! We haven't seen that used here since Engel was given it as a gift from Darren Ridel in April 2008!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel defeated Lazarus that night!

As Kalis gets up Jacob Seldon pounces, but Kalis sideswipes him and whips him into the turnbuckle. Engel slides into the ring with the Hurt Styk. Kalis turns around and his eyes light up, and Engel nails him directly in the head with the Hurt Styk!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Kalis just collapsed down to the mat!

Brian Rentfro: I don't get it, Jon. Why would Engel help Kalis advance?

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And your winner by disqualification, advancing to the Who's The Man?! finals... SIMON... KALIS!!!!!

Seldon looks on, and then lashes out at Engel with a burst of anger and speed. Seldon connects shoulder to shoulder with Engel and knocks him into the ropes. Seldon tries to clothesline Engel to the outside but Engel doubles over and lifts Seldon up and over the top rope and Seldon crashes to the floor on the outside. Engel spits in Seldon's direction and crawls out of the ring, heading up the rampway with his Hurt Styk and a grin on his face.

Jon McDaniel: And Engel costs Seldon his chance to win the Who's The Man?! tournament. Jacob will not be happy about that at all.

Brian Rentfro: I still don't get why Engel helped Kalis, but Engel is a mastermind and I'm sure it's all part of the plan.

Jon McDaniel: He might have ensured Kalis a spot in the WTM finals, but it was at a high price. Kalis is in a lot of pain.

SeVen vs The Andalusian

PWA TV Contendership Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will decide the number one contender to the returning PWA Television Championship. Introducing first, challenger number one… from Barcelona and weighing in at 260lbs, he is The Andalusian!
The audience listens as a trumpet fanfare echoes through the stadium, lauding the beginning of Return of the Tres as it starts to play through the loudspeakers.

The lights dim, slightly.

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, a very popular area I might add, and weighing in at close to 300lbs, here is SEVEN!

Seven walks to the ring quietly, with an intent look on his face.

Brian Rentfro: I love this guy. He reminds me so much of Project X!

Jon McDaniel: And doing a whole lot better recently. Seven is the first wrestler to successfully complete the new Probation stringent that the PWA began a month ago and immediately will get this title shot opportunity against a veteran in the form of Andalusian.

Brian Rentfro: Veteran? Andy has yet to make a real mark here, I see this going to Seven quickly and easily.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the bell rings, Andalusian comes racing in to hook up with Seven. Seven ducks however and as Andalusian turns, Seven grabs him, hooks him up and sends him to the canvas with Misery. Seven then stands and looks down at Andalusian who is unmoving.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t… don’t believe it.

Brian Rentfro: Told you.

The ref looks over Andalusian and checks him and turns and calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: I think Andalusian is hurt.

Seven just looks down on his fallen victim as the ref talks to Eric.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, due to technical knock out, SeVen!!

With the announcement clear, SeVen scoops Andalusian up and hits the Unremedy while the ref and now security rush the ring. SeVen leaves the ring without being told twice, the damage done.

Jon McDaniel: SeVen… is going places.

Brian Rentfro: And leaving corpses behind.

The scene switches as medics come down to tend to the unconscious Andalusian.

Riona Langly vs Ryan Ross vs Laura Estella vs Matt Stone vs Bubba

Gauntlet Match #2 - Falls Count Anywhere


Eric Emerson: The following match is the second of five matches to unify the Global and World Championship. It is set for one f...

Ryan bursts from the back sending Matt Stone rolling down the entrance ramp, steel chair in hand. The crowd erupts as this match is obviously began a bit early.

Ding Ding

The camera cuts backstage where Bubba J is trading blows with Laura Estella and Riona Langly, and getting the worse end of the exchange. Riona whips Bubba J into the brick wall and as he bounces off, Laura catches him with a leg sweep sending him crashing into a nearby table. Back in the ringside area, Matt Stone levels Ryan with a fist to the face following it up with a kick to the gut and a DDT onto the entrance ramp. Matt stands up, dropping a knee on Ryan's skull before hip tossing him off the ramp to the concrete below. Matt looks over the short drop, jumping off with a leg drop across Ryan's throat.

Jon McDaniel: So much action to keep up with.

Brian Rentfro: We head to the back again.

Riona picks Bubba J up, but he levels her with a short arm clothesline, turning to intercept the flying Laura's crossbody. Bubba J turns slamming her into the food table scattering all types of food every where. Bubba J pulls himself up, muching on a chicken strip as he stomps a mudhole in Laura's gut. Riona is up, nailing the redneck in the back of the skull with a pizza pan, sending him down on one knee, choking on his chicken strip. Back to ringside where Stone pulls Ryan back up, hammering him with rights and lefts up against the ramp. Stone throws a right hook, but Ryan ducks under catching the arm and bringing Matt down with an armbar but making sure that Stone's face slams into the concrete. Ryan gets up quickly, leaping to the ramp, it is only about two feet high, flipping backwards with a splash onto Matt before he makes the first pin attempt of the match.

One...

Matt heaves his shoulder up easily, but Ryan is undetered as he grinds his knuckles into Matt's forehead with force. Backstage we find Riona slamming Bubba J's head into a Coke machine repeatedly until a grape soda rolls out of the vending machine. Bubba J grabs the soda, slamming it into Riona's forehead backing her up until she trips over Laura's body. Bubba J stalks over, but Laura shoves up with a shoulder block sending Bubba J's back into the cooler hard enough to dent the front of it. Bubba J winces but Laura comes with a flying knee that connects solidly with his head caving in the machine further.

Jon McDaniel: Action right out here, action on the big screen, too much action and not enough eyes to watch it.

Brian Rentfro: Tell me about it.

Ryan slams Stone's head into the concrete floor, then pulling him up to his feet. Stone with an elbow into Ryan's side that stops him, shifting the momentum. Matt with a fist into Ryan's gut then a big jawbreaker on top of his own head. Ryan holds at his chin, but Matt levels him with a clothesline. Matt stomps on the left knee of Ryan, grabbing the ankle to slam the knee into the unforgiving concrete beside the ramp. On the big screen Laura Irish whips Bubba J sending him through a short hallway, then through the curtain on the top of the ramp. Bubba J's forehead is a bit bloody, but he seems to be smiling as he stops dropping to one knee. Laura comes flying through the air with a swift kick to his face, but Bubba J shoves up between her legs, spinning around and slamming her with a spinebuster on the entrance ramp. Bubba J rolls over, but here comes Riona with a lead pipe in hand, she swings catching Bubba J in the back of the skull and sending him down on his face. Riona pulls Laura up, they both throw Bubba J over the edge to land among some piles of equipment. He slams hard into the tables, laying in the wreckage as the two females continue on down to the bottom of the ramp. Riona dives off with a flying forearm taking Matt Stone out and causing his back to slam into the guardrail. Laura pulls Ryan up, slamming a knee into his dazed face once, twice, three, and a fourth time. Ryan is even more dazed, but Laura pulls him on up to his feet, flipping him up dropping him stomach first across her bent knee. Laura lifts the current Global Champion up to his wobbly feet, slamming the point of her elbow into his mouth and busting his lip in the process.

Brian Rentfro: The action is out here, but no less intense.

Jon McDaniel: The women are totally dominating this match so far.

Laura looks behind her, Riona nods, double Irish whip sends both Matt and Ryan slamming into each other. They stumble back into belly to back suplex positions. Both women lift, both women slam their opponents head first onto the concrete. They get up, pulling their adversarys up with them. Forearm to Ryan, elbow to Matt, but Stone fights back with a chop to Riona's chest then a face rake to get him some breathing room. Ryan drops to one knee, slamming Laura in the gut with his head. Laura doubles over, gasping for breath, Ryan slams his lifted knee right into her face. Matt shoves his boot right into Riona's midsection, then lifting her up, slamming her skull into the concrete with a piledriver. Matt rolls her over, hooking the leg for a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Riona shoves her shoulder up, keeping her chances alive.

Brian Rentfro: Matt is talented enough, but Riona isn't nearly finished.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J still hasn't moved from on top of that table.

Ryan is repeatedly slamming his knee into Laura's face until she is as dazed as he was earlier. Ryan shoves her back into the lower portion of the entrance ramp, he takes a running start, clotheslining her so hard she is laying on the ramp. Ryan climbs up, breathing heavily before beginning to stomp all over her body in a methodic fashion. Matt pulls Riona back up, Irish whipping her to the ringside area. He gives chase, but she runs up the steps, flipping backwards over Matt and dropkicking him face first into the ring post. Matt bounces back, holding at his nose in pain and trying to stop the flow of blood. Riona with a forearm smash right into his nose backs him up against the ringpost, she goes for a clothesline. Matt falls down, Riona clotheslines the post, holding at her now painful arm as she twists away. Matt gets back up, intent to cause pain etched on his face.

Brian Rentfro: I see murder in Matt Stone's eyes Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Riona's arm has to be killing her and Matt Stone is like a shark that smells blood.

Matt kicks at the injured right arm,as Riona grunts from the pain. Similtaneously Laura is in piledriver position and Ryan lifts her onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. Laura fires a series of lefts and rights into his skull dazing the Global Champion. Laura slams her weight backwards flipping Ryan over to the ramp with a hurricanrana. Laura lands on her knees, wiping the sweat from her eyes as Bubba J reaches up to slam a meaty fist into her down turned face. Laura falls to the side as Bubba J climbs up onto the ramp, steel chair in hand. He swings at Laura's head, but she manages to roll up the ramp onto her shoulders and slam both feet into the chair sending it into Bubba J's face. He drops the chair as he stumbles backwards down the ramp, blood trickling down his face.

Brian Rentfro: This doesn't look good for the others, Bubba J loves to taste and smell his own blood.

Jon McDaniel: This match is wild Brian.

Matt jumps into the air, coming down with both knees on Riona's elbow, causing her more pain and hoping to lock her in an arm submission hold later, or maybe sooner. Laura sends Bubba J down with a clothesline, leaping with a crossbody that takes Stone off of Riona and down. Matt is up quickly, turning to face the new threat, he and Laur lock up. Matt gets the quick advantage with a hammerlock, but Laura shoves backwards sending Matt backfirst into the ringpost. Matt releases the hold, clutching at his lower back in pain, but Laura delivers a swift roundhouse kick right to his temple that slams the side of his head into the ring apron. Ryan comes down the ramp, but Bubba J holds him back, Ryan slams a fist into the redneck's head toppling him sideways. Bubba J spins, throwing a right fist and these two are going at it once again, nothing really being settled or it may be that they love to fight each other. Riona has gotten up behind Matt and Laura's fighting, turning her attention to Ryan Ross and Bubba J trading blows at the bottom of the entrance ramp. She picks up a steel chair, setting it up in the sitting position. Riona uses the chair as a launching pad, slamming a flying kick right into Ryan's head, while slamming her elbow into the side of Bubba J's thick skull, both men go down. Riona rolls through the move, springing back up to her feet and holding at her elbow. Riona with a kick to Ryan's head before double foot stomping Bubba J right in his beer belly. Ryan groans as Bubba J gives up the lung full of oxygen. Riona pulls the redneck up to his feet, slamming repeated fists into his face and kicks into his midsection, causing Bubba J's head and body to shake from the force of the blows. Behind these two, Ryan is laughing at Bubba J's predicament, until Riona turns her fury on him. Ryan gulps, but puts up his fists, ready for the challenge. Riona launches herself at him, but slides between his legs which causes Ryan to bend down in surprise. Riona throws a straight jab upwards right into Ryan's busted lip, which causes his eyes to cross in pain.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know if there will be anything left for the Hell In The Cell portion.

Jon McDaniel: All five want the honor of being called the first Unified PWA Champion, but only one can get it.

Back over to where Laura is face planting Matt into the ring's apron with repeated shots, causing him to enter a dazed feeling. Laura goes for one more shot, but Matt kicks her in the gut, planting her face first into the ring apron, sending her stumbling away from him. Matt leaps up to the apron, running along its edge, taking her down with a flying bulldog that nearly rips her head off. Matt gets up, pulling Laura by the hair, slamming her pretty face into the railing around the ringside area. Laura is dazed, but Matt continues the assault by lifting her up, dropping her throat first across the railing. Laura bounces up, holding her throat, but Matt sweeps her legs out from under her, driving her down harder with the point of his elbow in her throat. Matt hooks the leg for a pin.

One...

Two...

Jon McDaniel: Laura able to get a shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Just in time too.

Riona rushes over, kicking Matt right in his chin to roll him off of Laura, but Laura returns the favor by rolling Riona up with a pin attempt from behind.

One...

Two...

Riona kicks out with her legs, throwing her shoulder up off of the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Den-O Tornado!

Brian Rentfro: Ryan just hit his number one finisher on Bubba J out of nowhere!

Ryan climbs up the ringpost, muttering to himself that he is going to make it to the main event here tonight. Ryan looks back over his shoulder setting himself up properly. Back near the announcers, Matt pulls himself up, wiping his mouth and staring at Riona Langly with hatred and vengence on his mind. Riona is pulled up to her feet by Laura, but Matt levels them both. Clothesline to Laura, but Matt ducks, planting a backwards kick right into Riona's ribs that doubles her over in pain.

Brian Rentfro: Royal Splash!

Jon McDaniel: It connects solidly and the chair is driven hard into Bubba's chest!

Ryan hooks the leg, holding himself where the chair hit him as well.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Bubba J has been eliminated from the Unification Gauntlet Match!

"Burn In My Light" hits up as Ryan looks down at his defeated opponent. Bubba J looks up with a smile, mouthing the words "Go and win it all man." Ryan nods, but knows that Bubba J didn't just give him a victory, that he had to earn it.

Ronald Gay vs THLove

PWA GB Contendership Match


TH rolls under the ropes, and immediately gets dropped with an elbow to the back.

Jon McDaniel: We are under way!

Brian Rentfro: Looks like he’s tired of all this Hippo shit.

TH tries to get back to his feet but quickly finds himself worn down under a flurry of stomps. Ronald then lets him get as far as his knees before flattening him with a hip attack. The referee tries to move in but Ronald is having none of it, quickly snatching TH up and pushing him back into the corner. Ronald then lights his opponent up with a few hard punches about the ribs before throwing TH forward with a Snapmare. TH comes up sitting as Ronald hits the ropes, comes back and flips himself right through his opponent. TH gets flattened beneath the weight as Ronald lands into a pin.


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Jon McDaniel: And TH Love throws up a shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: Strong showing from Ronald here though. You can tell he really wants this done.

Ronald looks just a little perturbed as he clambers back to his feet, bringing TH with him and setting him up between his legs. TH falls to his knees beneath a Double Axe-Handle shot to the back as Ronald prepares to put him away. Ronald then puts his hands together in prayer… before heaving TH up and onto a shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: Final Judgement!

Ronald hoists TH up, but the Hippo slips from his grip and lands on his feet behind. TH then hits the ropes and catches Ronald on the turn with a Clothesline. Ronald is up again and hit with a second, then a third that brings Ronald up and staggered into the corner. TH is on him quickly with a Headlock and drags his face across the ropes, only releasing when the ref counts to four and then putting him down with a right hand.

Brian Rentfro: Ronald slips up on one move, and suddenly it’s all mad Hippo love.

Ronald steps back up and walks right into a Fireman’s Carry that TH immediately turns into an Airplane spin. TH tosses him round and round, the fans in attendance cheering on every spin. He gets ten and maybe goes a touch too far as Ronald manages to slip of his back. Their equilibrium is shot though, and both men stagger the ring, turn around into wild right hand swings, catch nothing and crash out to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Amazing! Best match ever!

Jon McDaniel: Both men throwing out everything they have… even if it’s not the most elegant match ever.

The referee begins to count them down, but by seven they’re both back on their knees and trading hard shots again, more and more, rising to their feet with each traded blow. Soon their both standing and reeling out blows. TH gets the best of it and steps back to land one final big hit, but Ronald ducks down and latches on behind. He then arches up for a German Suplex, but TH grits down and manages to roll forward into a Victory Roll.

Brian Rentfro: Reversal!

It’s clumsy and doesn’t get a count, but gets Ronald loose and sets him up again as the two find their feet with TH sweeping in and hoisting him up onto his shoulders. The fans rise as TH darts through a quick spin and lands hard into the Diamond Cutter!

Brian Rentfro: Word From Our Sponsors! This time he’s got him!

TH hooks a leg!


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3!!!

Brian Rentfro: And he’s done it! TH gets one over him again… and maybe finally this whole Gay Hippo saga can finally die.

TH is up and celebrates. The normally hostile fans at least go as far as to acknowledge his efforts for once. He mentions for a belt around his waist, holds the shot, and then moves on as we cut to our next scene.

Mark Zout vs Cody Bogard

PWA IC Contendership Match


DING DING DING

The match started out with some fierce back and forth brawling, but Bogard would gain the advantage in the exchange with a kick to the gut and a quick DDT on Zout. Bogard would put on an impressive assault and attack Zout with calculated stomps and punches. Bogard would send Zout into the ropes and then nail Zout with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Bogard would try for a frog splash off the top rope, but Zout would put his knees up and catch Bogard in the gut. It would be downhill from there as Zout would gain the advantage and finish Bogard off with the Pacific Plunge, winning a chance to fight for the Intercontinental Championship.

Winner: Mark Zout in 10:12

Lucious Star vs Viktor Stone

PWA Tag-Team Contendership Grudge Match


Before Emerson can announce the beginning of the next match, Starr is sent flying through the curtains onto the hard rampway. Stone walks out through the curtain throwing off his shirt and cracking his knuckles. Starr gets to his hands and knees as Stone takes a few steps back. Stone runs forward and instead of punt kicking Starr in the ribs, he nails a dropkick right to the side of Starr's face. Starr is sent rolling down the rampway as the fans watch on.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Stone didn't want to wait until the entrances to get this started.

Starr scrambles back a little bit, trying to put some space between him and Stone, but Stone is non stop. Stone grabs Lucious by the hair and rams him face first into the guardrailing. "The Beast" yanks back, befoe ramming his face back into the guardrailing with a reverse Russian legsweep. Stone yells something at Starr before smacking him in the face. Viktor pushes Starr back against the railing and goes for a Yakua kick only to have Starr move at the last moment. Lucious starts to unload a barrage of punches into the ribs, kidney and back of "The Beast".

Jon McDaniel: At the last second Starr is able ot duck and turn the tide around.

Brian Rentfro: Starr is showing off that boxing background by pounding on what used to be Stone's back and ribs.

Starr lifts Stone up for a German suplex. But before he can get him fully up and over, Starr drops him chest first right n the guardrailing. You can see the air leave Stone's body as pain replaces it.

Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHH……

Brian Rentfro: Yeah...that's a great way to clear your chest of anything you need to in order to breathe.

Lucious hops up on the rampway and starts to measure the space between him and where Stone is hanging on the railing. Starr is taking a few steps back before running towards Stone.

Jon McDaniel: This is not the place Viktor needs to be.

Stone starts to sir and goes to push himself off the rampway but is stopped by a flying Starr, who drops a elbow to the back of his neck, sending him flipping over into the fans. Starr takes a moment to recovering from the move himself, before grabbing Stone and tossing him into a few chairs, clearing some fans from the area. Starr grabs Stone and leads him over to the stairs leading to the vending tables. Starr irish whips Stone right into the doubles doors. Lucious doesn't give Viktor any time to breathe as he spears him with enough force to take both men through the double doors and into the vending area. Starr wipes off the nearest shirt table as a crowd starts to build.

Jon McDaniel: And as we expected someone is about to be introduced to some wood.

Brian Rentfro: Thank God the Dudleyz aren't around.

Starr whips Stone into the table and grabs a nearby Razzior shirt and begins to choke the life out of Stone. Starr rolls up on the table and lifts up, still choking the his former PWA Unified Tag Team championship Partner. He starts to step back dragging Stone up onto the table with him. Lucious hooks Stone in a front face lock and signals that he is about to end it. Starr goes to lift Stone up, but Stone drops to one knee and nails a low blow.

Brian Rentfro: The easiest way to save yourself is the proven low blow.

"The Beast" backbody drops Lucious off the table and onto the floor. Lucious tries to recover from the drop, but Stone leaps off the table and drives his elbow onto the top of Lucious' head. Stone starts to shake the cobwebs out of his head and gains this crazed look on his face. "The Beast" kicks the table over, so the steel frame outline is facing upwards. "The Beast" lifts Starr up in a gutwrench before driving his flesh down onto the steel frame. Starr arches his back upwards from impact. "The Beast" measures up before dropping a knee into Starr's forehead. Lucious clutches his forehead and rolls off the table as Stone just stalks him. Stone sets the table back up and stares at Starr. Stone walks over to Starr and starts to stomp away at the former IC Champion. Starr tries to cover up, but the shots are too fast and too many for Starr. The crowd screams as the last shot catches Starr right in the face with a sickening impact. Starr's head snaps back and bounces off the hard concrete floor. Stone pushes a Vending agent off his chair and folds it up. Stone slams the chair against the floor and waits for Starr to get up. "The Beast" gets up and takes a couple steps back and as Starr slowly gets up, Stone begins his run.

Jon McDaniel: WATCH OUT, STARR!!!

Starr turns around and nearly has his head taken clean off his neck and shoulders by Stone. Stone swings with such force he nearly topples over with the swing. The blood has now started to gush from Starr's head. "The Beast" bends over and dips his hand in Starr's blood before wiping it on his chest.

Brian Rentfro: It looks like "The Beast" has finally woke up.

"The Beast" walks back over to Starr with the chair. Stone slams the chair into the shoulder of Starr. Stone’s grin becomes more vicious. Stone cocks and fires more shots at Lucious’s shoulder.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Four brutal shots terrorize the right shoulder of Lucious.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like he won’t be able to…

Jon McDaniel: Don’t say it!!!

Lucious rolls around, holding his shoulder. "The Beast" slams the chair down and grabs Starr’ limp body and starts to lead him to the ring. "The Beast" throws Starr through a bunch of curtains and ends up by the sound table. Stone slams Starr shoulder first into the sound table before sending up and over the guardrailing into the crowd. Starr is trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes as Stone drags him through the crowd. Stone looks down at Starr and grabs a fan's beer. Stone smiles and splashes it in Lucious's would and eyes

Brian Rentfro: You see that sportsmenship...Stone is trying to help clean Starr up.

Jon McDaniel: Let you tell it.

Lucious is lifted up and flung over the guard railing onto the ringside floor. Stone boots Starr in the head dropping him to the floor. Stone snatches a mic from a ringside hand and drops to his knees infront of Lucious Starr. Stone lowers his head to Starr.

Stone: Are you happy now, Starr? You are in front of the fans that you try so hard to impress. Do you still think it's worth it, Lucious?

"The Beast" drops the mic and throws Starr into the ring apron and grabs his arm. Stone wraps the arm around the ringpost and goes to size it up. Stone to dropkick the arm and meets nothing but steel as he drops to the floor, hard. Star out of instinct drops an elbow onto Stone...with his hurt shoulder. Starr screams out in pain as he nails the move. Lucious is back up and favoring his right shoulder as he starts to rain his own stomps down on "The Beast"’s back. Lucious hooks "The Beast"’s head and bends him backwards into a reverse DDT hold. Not to put too much pain and pressure on his shoulder, Starr drops "The Beast" back of the neck first across his knee. To add a few more bits of pain, he rams a few elbow shots to "The Beast"’s face, before letting "The Beast" roll off of his knee.

CROWD: OWWWWW!!!!!!

Starr not wanting to give "The Beast" a chance to get back into the match, steps back and drives an elbow into Stone’s forehead. Stone covers his face and rolls over as Lucious starts to feel the groove, while trying to get some feeling back into his arm. "The Beast" slowly gets to all fours as Lucious starts to measure him up.

Jon McDaniel: Starr needs to stay on Stone if he wants to wrap this up.

Brian Rentfro: Wow...I don't think he knows that, Jon.

Lucious rams a knee right into the floating rib of Stone, causing "The Beast" to land on his side. But before he can capitalize on the move, Stone quickly scrambles under the ring apron. But Starr is quick to give chase and grabs Stone by the leg and starts to yank him back out. As soon as Starr gets Stone fully from under the apron, Stone blasts him with a chairshot. As Starr hits the ground, Stone goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Kick out by Starr, who is a little woozy from the blood lost. Starr rolls over, holding his shoulder, trying to get the blood to start flowing through it. Stone slides the chair into the ring and grabs Starr by the hair and throws him into the ring post. Lucious bounces off the ringpost and right into the waiting hands of Stone, who lifts him off the ground into a belly to belly suplex into the barricade. Stone grabs the chair and sets it up infront of the announce table. Stone walks over to Starr and fires a boot to the jar, forcing his former partner down. "The Beast" drags Starr by his hair over to the announcer table, every once and a while firing shots at him to keep him off. "The Beast" slams Lucious' face into the floor before going over to the announce table and clearing everything off.

Jon McDaniel: Seems like Stone thinks the table is a little messy.

Brian Rentfro: CWhat a nice guy, he's cleaning the table off for us

Stone: Mind if I borrow the table, boys?

Stone walks back over to Starr, who quickly rakes the eyes and puts some space between him and Stone. Starr with a kick to the gut and starts to fire off shots backing "The Beast" towards the table. Stone swings wildly and Starr ducks under him and clotheslines him onto the announce table. As Starr climbs up on the table, Stone quickly scrambles and hooks him in a front face lock.

Jon McDaniel: Stone has that headlock hooked in and is lifting Starr up in a suplex.

Starr is able to wiggle himself out of the hold and ends up landing behind Stone. As he lands on his feet, he leaps up and drives Stone's back through the announce table as he nails his RKO style neckbreaker, Hades' Flame.

CROWD: OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!

Starr with his last bit of strength, reaches over and drops his arm over Stone's fallen body. The ref drops down for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Eric Emerson: Your winner by pinfall...LUCIOUS STARR!!!

Riona Langly vs Ryan Ross vs Laura Estella vs Matt Stone

Gauntlet Match #3 - Hell in the Cell


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is the Hell In A Cell portion of the Unification Gauntlet Match!

Above the ring, the hellacious cage hangs suspended, waiting for all combatents to enter the ring before it is lowered.

burn in my light Hits the PA system and plays it's rock and roll intro, and as soon as the lyrics hit the sound Ryan Ross Steps out
from behind the curtain. The fans give him a mixed reaction the Smarks cheer and the Marks boo. Ryan doesn't Care for any of it and just relishes in his own glorious wonder, as he steps down to the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring side area. At this point he walks over to the stairs and point to the crowd giving them the thumbs don in disapproval. Ryan then goes to the closest turnbuckle and mounted it throwing his arms out to his side as his music slowly fades out.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan has made it this far with the Global title, will he survive the terrible ton of steel?

Brian Rentfro: Will he get concussed by the cage?

Jon McDaniel: Who knows.

Brian Rentfro: Tune in next week, same Bat time, same Bat channel...

Jon McDaniel: Oh stop it already.

### 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. She is the leader of the Apostles of Ares...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###

Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is looking determined to win the entire Gauntlet Match Brian, what do you think her chances are?

Brian Rentfro: Right now, I'd say she has a one out of four chance of making it happen.

I came to play!

Matt Stone's theme can be heard in the arena and the crowd begins to show their dissapproval for the longest reigning Grizzly Beer champion in PWA history.


I came to play
There's a price to pay
Time for you to get down on your knees and pray
I came to pay
Say goodbye to the good old days
They're never coming back
Watch your future fade
I came to play
I came to play to get my dues paid
I guess you had a dream
But it cant be safe
I came to play!

Stone comes out of the back followed by Katrina who just looks happy to be there. Stone has an arrogant smirk on his face as he holds up the Wrestler of the Year trophy. He walks up to the camera, remarking 'Now the ratings go up'. Stone brushes past the cameraman now and heads to the ring, followed by Katrina.

I'm here to stay
Best get out of my way
I have come to play

Eric Emerson: "Introducing, accompanied to the ring by his personal interviewer Katrina, he weighs in at one hundred-ninety pounds, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada. He is the Wrestler of the Year, Matt Stone!"

I go inside this light
I see new life unfold
Each second I burn brighter
Your fire is going cold
You could try to beg for mercy
Go ahead and try to run
No escape and no redemption
Understand the ends begun

Standing in the ring now, Stone looks out at the crowd and raises his hands in the air, holding the trophy just as high as he can. He hands the trophy to Katrina on the outside of the ring and hits the ropes a few times in preparation for his match.

Brian Rentfro: This particular set of matches has had some great talent in it, but these four are, right now, the elite of the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: No denying that fact Brian, but only three can walk out of this match to head to the next to last match.

Brian Rentfro: I've got a feeling that Laura is going to risk life and limb to be in the main event.

"Natural Born Killas" hits up as from the back walks Laura Estella to her entrance music. The fans give this woman a severe face reaction by nearly blowing the roof off with cheers. Laura looks over the crowd, nodding her head in approval as she slides under the bottom rope.

The cage slowly lowers, each wrestler standing in their own corner watching as the cage is lowered from above. The cage settles in place, the hooks released as they wait for the match's opening bell to ring.

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: Here we go Brian.

Brian Rentfro: This match may get someone killed, but it will get three closer to the Unified title.

Laura locks up with Ryan Ross as Matt Stone locks up with Riona, both women getting on the wrong side of the exchange. Matt Stone with a side headlock and Ryan with a wristlock as he plants his foot into Laura's ribs trying to injure her early in this match. Ryan whips Laura around, but she flips over, breaking the wristlock to land with a hand stand. Ryan looks as Laura slams her feet right into the shocked expression of Ryan sending him over the top rope to the outside. Riona slams an elbow into Matt's ribs once, twice, and the third time is the charm as the hold is broken. Riona hits the short rope, coming back with a shoulder block that doubles Stone over against the ropes. Riona with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Fast paced action so far and this is the third of five matches.

Brian Rentfro: And the other two weren't easy matches.

Riona climbs to the top turnbuckle, jumping and driving the point of her elbow right into the chest of Matt Stone. On the other side of the ring, well on the outside, Ryan Ross is getting up to his feet. Laura launches herself from the top rope with a springboard split legged kick right to Ryan's face that slams the back of his skull into the steel cage. Ryan rebounds forward, Laura slams her right shoulder into his midsection, then leaps slamming her knee into his face. Ryan lands in a heap while Laura climbs to the top turnbuckle, sitting there to rest a bit here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: Laura taking a beauty break.

Jon McDaniel: She is a brilliant strategist, so she does have a plan.

Matt shoves Riona back slamming her back first into the corner, he charges in with a knee, but Riona side steps allowing Matt to slam chest first into the corner. Riona grabs Matt with an over the shoulder reverse three quarter facelock. Matt counters by stepping back, grabbing Riona by the waist, slamming her down on her back. Matt holds at his chest, leaning in the corner. He slides out of the ring, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Riona is already stirring as Matt jumps from the top turnbuckle, slamming into Riona with a double knee drop. Matt rolls her over, hooking the leg for a pin.

One...

Two...

Riona gets a shoulder up, while slamming a fist into Stone's face that rolls him under the bottom rope. Matt lays with his head hanging over the apron, Riona is up to her feet. Riona hits the ropes, launching herself over the top rope with a leg drop that almost decapitates Matt's head from his body. Riona lands on her feet, but stumbles into the cage before pulling Matt out of the ring. Riona with a vicious forearm that rocks Matt backwards into the ringpost.

Jon McDaniel: Laura is sitting in wait.

Brian Rentfro: What?

Laura prepares herself as Ryan is starting to stir, she leaps with an elbow drop, but Ryan slams a sideways fist right into her chin that keeps her in a vertical position. Ryan with a standing dropkick sends the back of her skull slamming into the ringpost. Ryan whips her into the steel, which shakes violently, and she bounces back. Ryan tackles her down to the ground where he begins to pound away with rights and lefts on her head. Ryan rolls off, digging under the ring apron, he pulls out a table.

Jon McDaniel: If they know we are going to use them and break them, why do they put them under the ring?

Brian Rentfro: Entertainment Jon.

Ryan leans the table against the apron, making sort of a ramp there. Ryan scoops Laura up, slamming her back first onto the table before he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. On the other side of the ring Riona with a clothesline works on Matt's throat and neck again before she monkey flips him off the ringpost. Matt slams neck first on the floor, but tries to valiantly roll up to his feet, but Riona is there with a stiff kick right to his face that rolls him on his back again. Riona picks him up, slamming his head into the steel cage, then dragging his face across the steel, tearing his flesh along the way. They reach a corner of the cage, where the steel is the thickest, she slams, no he blocks it. Matt with an elbow into Riona's gut then he slams her forehead first into the steel. Riona holds at her forehead, but Matt is already shoving back up, a bit shakey, but still up to his feet. Matt pounces with a right to rock Riona, a chop to her chest that rocks her even more. Matt reaches out with a boot to her midsection, yelling at the crowd that this is their World Champion, he slams a knee into her face once, twice, and a third time. Matt takes her head, slamming it into the ring apron before turning Riona around locking her in a snapmare position.

Jon McDaniel: Snapmare on the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Bet Riona won't be...

Jon McDaniel: Stop it Brian.

Matt pulls Riona into a kneeling position, delivering the Kneel Before Zod signature move that allows him some time to yell insults at Riona and the crowd. Ryan leaps off the top turnbuckle, driving both feet into Laura's midsection which causes them both to go through the table.

Jon McDaniel: Oh My God, he just brok Laura.

Brian Rentfro: Doubtful, the Red Hot is a Red Not.

Ryan laughs as he pulls Laura back up to her feet, leaning her against the ring apron. Ryan pulls a piece of the broken table, swinging it down to connect with Laura's head causing it to break in half again, leaving nothing for Ryan to use. Ryan digs around in the debris, hunting a piece big enough to use, but his hands go immediately to his manhood as a balled up fist is there momentarily. Ryan's eyes go wide in shock, surprise, and of course... pain. Ryan stumbles a bit, but Laura launches herself from the apron, catching Ryan only a foot or so away, slamming him head first into the cage with a bulldog, but that is the least of his worries for the moment, least to hiim anyways. Laura pulls herself up, dusting off her hands before picking up the ring steps.

Laura: You want to use weapons, I will too!

She slams the top ring step into his skull. Laura lifts them high over head again, bringing them down on his shoulder blade for good measure. Matt pulls Riona up to her knees, perhaps intending for another Kneel Before Zod, but she shoves up with a European Uppercut slamming his chin upwards and temporarily knocking him out. Matt is on his feet, but Riona lands him on his back with a solid steel chair shot to the face. Riona pulls him back up, pounding her elbows into the side of his skull as Laura delivers No Comply to Ryan Ross. Riona slams her balled up fist right into Matt's face up against the steel. Riona charges with a shoulder block and connects, but the cage gives way and they both go through the side. Laura looks over, shaking her head at the shotty cages of the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Another cage malfunction here in the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: Who knows why, but they always seem to malfunction.

Riona sprawls on top of Matt, regaining her composure for a second before she begins striking Matt with her own body. Forearms, fists, elbows, and knees all seem to slam into Matt all at the same time. Back inside the cage, Laura pulls Ryan back up to the vertical base, shoving him backwards into the steel cage, she charges, leaping at the last second to spin with a roundhouse kick, but Ryan ducks under the kick. Laura's foot slams into the cage and bounces off sending her down to the ground. Ryan crawls towards the ring, looking for some assistance in getting to his feet. Ryan reaches the apron, pulling himself up, but Laura is already up to her feet and stalking with precision. Ryan turns, Laura with a kick towards his midsection. Ryan catches the foot, Dragon Screw legwhip and Laura is on the ground just that quick. Ryan pounces, wanting to keep this very talented wrestler down and do as much damage as he possibly can. Ryan locks on a grounded side headlock, trying to cut off her oxygen, but Laura is shoving up to her feet, looking for an escape.Ryan spins around her body, temporarily loosening the hold, he plants his feet on the apron, shoving off and bringing Laura down with a tornado DDT onto the hard floor. Ryan picks a chair from under the ring, slamming it into Laura's face repeatedly trying to weaken her.

Brian Rentfro: The weapons coming into play here.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan trying to weaken one of the four elite superstars here in PWA.

Ryan laces Laura's arm into the steel chair, stomping down with all his weight which causes Laura to cry out in pain. The light and fury burns in her eyes as Ryan stomps down a second time and she struggles back up to her feet, chair hanging down from her arm.

Brian Rentfro: Laura is up, she has murder in her eyes.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan has no idea as he is looking for something else to stop her.

Laura removes the chair, swinging it, but Ryan has a wrench and shoves it deep into her midsection which causes her to drop the chair. Ryan brings the wrench down across her back, sending her down to one knee, he swings like a homerun hitter, connecting with the side of her head solidly.

Jon McDaniel: That isn't good for a headache.

Brian Rentfro: Bet she has one now.

Across the ring, Riona is pounding her fists into Matt's face, but he rolls her over, his legs pinning her legs down. Matt slams a fist right into her face before he stands up,and beginning to roll her up in the section of steel cage. Riona is struggling to remove herself from the steel wrapping around her, but a few well placed kicks allow Matt to finish rolling her up like a cacoon.

Brian Rentfro: It is like a Riona Butterfly.

Jon McDaniel: I do not find that amusing, accurate, but not amusing.

Matt lifts the cacoon up on his shoulder, he struggles under the weight slightly, but charges with a running powerslam right onto the section of floor. Riona goes limp in the steel as Matt begins to stomp away with precision at every single part of her body. The cacoon is beginning to unfold.

Brian Rentfro: Unlike most caterpillars, Riona seems to be coming out worse than before.

Jon McDaniel: I knew you was going somewhere with that comparison.

Brian Rentfro: You could learn a few things from me.

Matt lifts Riona up from the steel, Irish whipping her into the cage, her head slams into a thin post, denting it with the force. Riona bounces back, spinning around with a dazed look on her face. Matt throws a kick, the smirk on his face, but Riona catches his foot. Riona spins to the outside as Matt goes airborne, slamming into the destroyed section of steel. Riona lands on her knees, gasping for breath and shaking her head.

Jon McDaniel: Mandala hineri!

Brian Rentfro: What? Speak English.

Jon McDaniel: It is a variant of the Dragon Screw legwhip.

Ryan pulls Laura up to her feet, blood trickling down the side of her head from the wrench wounds. Ryan slams a fist into her face before lifting her up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. Ryan stumbles a bit, but continues on towards the section that broke in the cage. Ryan slams Laura's head into the ringpost on his way by, but he has a manic gleam in his eyes as he steps through the cage opening. Ryan looks up the side of the cage, a smile forming on his face as he begins to climb up the side, Laura on his back. Ryan gets half way up the cage before Laura begins to stir.

Jon McDaniel: Ross is climbing the cage, and Riona is setting up Stone for the Tourniquet back inside the ring!

Brian Rentfro: CONNECTION!

Jon McDaniel: Stone is down! And looks badly injured!

Riona covers Matt.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: Matt Stone has been eliminated from the Undisputed Championship Gauntlet Match!!!

The crowd gives Riona a round of applause and Ross slides back down the cage, and then gives Laura a nasty kick to the head. Stone is in an incredible amount of pain inside the ring, as EMTs come in and give him assistance. Riona steps back, looking for Laura and Ross. Ross has escaped and managed to go backstage, while Laura is finally coming to and getting to her feet.

Jon McDaniel: And Matt Stone gets eliminated from the match, leaving us with three left.

Brian Rentfro: Matt Stone isn't looking good, he might be seriously injured.

Stone is getting put on a stretcher, possibly a neck-shoulder injury occurring from Riona's Tourniquet move. Riona exits the Cell and heads backstage.

Jon McDaniel: We've got two more matches to go on this, and things are getting interesting Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Seriously, Matt Stone is injured. This is bigger news, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Even bigger than crowning the PWA's first Undisputed Champion?

Brian Rentfro: Yes! It's Matt Stone!

Dos Cara vs Simon Yip

PWA Television Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will be awarded the returning PWA Television Championship title. Introducing first, from Ixmiquilpan, Mexico and weighing in at 200lbs, here is Dos Cara!

Dos Cara comes running to the ring, anxious to start the contest.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from San Francisco, California and weighing in at 160lbs here is Simon Yip!

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

-Yeah (Screaming)

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

-Yeah

Simon Walks out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He finally then pops his knuckles and stretches out his fingers before the music ends. He is now ready for some action.
Jon McDaniel: This will be a good contest as both men want to claim the PWA TV title.
Brian Rentfro: Let’s see what these two can do!

The referee calls for the bell to begin the match, and the two men step into the center of the ring. Dos Cara tries to hook up with his opponent, but Simon slips under the grab, driving several fists into his adversary's midsection. Dos Cara swings around to level Simon with a huge clothesline then begins stomping on his fallen adversary. Simon executes a double-leg takedown and floats over to apply a side-headlock, driving punches into his foe's head. Dos Cara powers back to his feet and throws Simon into the ropes, nailing him with a big boot. Dos Cara begins choking out his opponent on the ropes, finally relenting as the official reaches the count of four.

Brian Rentfro: I didn’t expect this at all. Both men are going for a ground-based attack.

Jon McDaniel: And a violent one at that. Maybe they understand the importance of claiming the TV title here in the PWA.
Dos Cara begins putting the boots to Simon once more. Simon grabs his foe's leg to execute a dragon whip, sending Dos Cara tumbling to the canvas. Simon grabs his opponent's leg to apply a standing ankle lock. The referee asks Dos Cara if he wishes to submit, but silence is his only response. Dos Cara grunts as he powers out of the hold, sending Simon through the ropes to the ringside floor. Dos Cara rolls out of the ring after him, quickly picking up the camera cables to choke out his adversary. The official reprimands Dos Cara and begins the count.

Brian Rentfro: Simon rakes Dos Cara in the eyes to break free of the choke and whips him towards the steel ring post.

Jon McDaniel: Dos Cara bounces off and glares at the post as Simon runs in with a running forearm aimed at the back of Dos Cara's head... but Dos Cara sidesteps out of the way! Simon crashes into the steel!

Brian Rentfro: Dos Cara locks Simon into a bear hug and charges the ring, driving Simon's back into the apron before tossing him back into the ring.

Dos Cara slides back inside the ring, going after his adversary, and is caught by a flying knee strike to the forehead from Simon. As Dos Cara stumbles from the blow, Simon fires a crescent kick straight into the big man's mouth, dropping him. Simon locks in a sharpshooter on his opponent. Dos Cara curls his hands into claws as he fights against the pain and slowly drags himself towards the ropes. Simon smirks and shakes his head, dragging Dos Cara back into the center of the ring. Once again the referee asks Dos Cara if he wishes to submit. Dos Cara tosses the official aside as he claws his way forward to grab the ropes, forcing Simon to release the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Twice now Simon has targeted Dos Cara's legs with a submission hold.

Jon McDaniel: Simon is a cunning wrestler. He knows that taking Dos Cara to the mat eliminates his power base.

Simon shoots a hook kick to Dos Cara's leg. He does this a second time, almost making the leg buckle. Dos Cara suddenly pounces Simon, taking him down with a wicked western lariat that nearly takes Simon's head off. Dos Cara whips his foe into the ropes, catching him with the side slam and covering for the pin.

One...

Simon immediately pops his shoulder up from the mat. Dos Cara drags Simon back to his feet when Simon nails a low blow kick. As Dos Cara doubles over Simon drops him with an impailer DDT, bouncing his opponent's head off the canvas. Dos Cara begins to rise, and Simon drills a dropkick squarely into his face. Once again Dos Cara begins to rise. Simon takes his adversary down with a snap Suplex.
Brian Rentfro: What does it take to keep this man down?

Jon McDaniel: Simon has to be wondering that very thing right now.

Simon frowns sternly as Dos Cara pushes himself back to his feet once more. Simon moves in on his adversary, lifting him into the air as he looks for a reverse brain buster. Dos Cara powers his way back to his feet, however, and grabs his foe and tries to hook in a sleeper. Before Dos Cara can execute, Simon spins around to take him down with an arm drag into a Fujiwara arm bar. Dos Cara tries to power his way back to his feet again, but Simon increases the torsion on his foe's arm, wrenching on the hold sadistically. Once more the referee gets into Dos Cara's face asking if he wishes to give up. This time Dos Cara gives an answer, cursing out by the official and his opponent.

Brian Rentfro: Dos Cara fights against the pain being inflicted on his arm.

Jon McDaniel: Simon refuses to go out like that, however, and releases the hold on the count of one to avoid being pinned.

Dos Cara backs off from his foe, stalking his man as Simon flips back to his feet. Dos Cara nails Simon with a wicked elbow smash to the temple then tosses him into the corner. Dos Cara begins bouncing his foe's head off the top turnbuckle... middle turnbuckle... bottom turnbuckle, then lays Simon across the bottom rope throat-first as he stands on his adversary's back, choking him. The referee orders Dos Cara back, and Dos Cara relents, stepping away... then spins around to hit a huge splash on Simon. Tossing Simon onto the canvas Dos Cara climbs the turnbuckles, and flies with a strong elbow drop.
Brian Rentfro: Dos Cara makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr-NO!

Jon McDaniel: Simon gets his foot into the ropes for the save!

As Simon climbs back to his feet, Dos Cara sends him back down again with a shoulder tackle. Dos Cara grinds the sole of his boot into his adversary's face then drops a knee into the bridge of Simon's nose, busting him open. Simon's eyes flash as a sick smile spreads across his features. As Dos Cara reaches down to pull Simon to his feet, Simon spins Dos Cara around and tosses him out of the ring and slips out after him. Dos Cara gets to his feet, looking around for his adversary but gets a drop kick for his trouble, sending him into the corner steel post. Simon forces Dos Cara back to his feet, rolling him back into the ring before sliding in after him. Simon covers for the pin, and the ref drops to make the count.

One...

Two...

Three...

Jon McDaniel: Is that it? Did Simon win??

Brian Rentfro: No, the referee is telling the time keeper to not ring the bell! Amazingly enough Dos Cara managed to get his shoulder up at the last possible moment. It was so close the ref couldn't stop his hand from hitting the mat.

Jon McDaniel: The match continues! But for how much longer??

Simon is confused about the call and asks the referee about it. Once he understands the decision he returns his attention to his opponent, hunkering down in preparation of hitting a spear. As Dos Cara gets to his feet, Simon charges forward to deliver a spine-shattering spear! Unfortunately, Dos Cara pulls the referee in front of him to take the blow! Dos Cara grabs Simon by the throat, but Simon kicks him between the legs to thwart those plans. Simon hauls his foe into the air into a vertical suplex position then plants him into the canvas with The Imprint!

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW PWA Television Champion….Simon Yip!!

Jon McDaniel: Certainly not what I expected to see out of these two tonight.

Brian Rentfro: I liked it. Cruisers who are willing to beat the living hell out of each other? Ah, the lure of gold strikes again!

Johnny Maverick vs Hunter Sullivan

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


Eric Emerson: "The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match will be contested under Last Man Standing rules and is for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship! Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The arena goes completely dark.

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and
sixty six."

The lights come back on red….there is a brief silence that is quickly shattered by a single guitar…..men in crimson robes bearing the shuriken logo of the 'Hoodie Ninjas' with hidden faces begin to march from behind the curtain…..forming a line on either side of the entrance as one last hooded man comes out, standing at the entrance eerily.

“I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cos in my dream it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair’

The hooded man at the entrance pulls his hood off dramatically, revealing a half-mask like the phantom of the operas, only it echoes the appearance of a skull. The man releases a blood-curdling wail that instills terror in the audience. He spits a mist of blood into the air before he sprints past his army of Ninjas.

“The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell?”

'The Crimson Ghost' Johnny Maverick slides under the bottom rope and is quick to roll into a standing position, taking off his red cloak and throwing it out to a lucky (terrified?) audience member.

“666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released”

Johnnys eye twitches as he stares his opponent down, blood dripping from his mouth eerily as he laughs and sobs all at once. Johnny hands off his title to the referee and inhales deeply as the ref holds up the belt for all to see, but is pushed out of the way harshly as Johnny runs past him to jump on top of Hunter Sullivan and starts wailing on him with hard lefts and rights! After he feels he has sufficiently pummeled Hunter he stands and releases an intense roar.

Hunter gets back up to his feet and runs at Johnny and VIPER SNAP! VIPER SNAP! VIPER SNAP!

Hunter takes a moment to hold his hurting face and raises his hand in victory but...the ref isn't counting! He turns to see that Johnny is standing, his adrenaline still pumping.

Brain Brian Rentfro: Oh my God! He got up from the Viper Snap like it was nothing!

Hunter is shocked, he attempts to lunge at Johnny but Johnny flexes and releases another roar, causing Hunter to roll back out of the ring.

Johnny smirks and goes and sits in the farthest corner from Hunter and Hunter slides in. Johnny stands and sticks his hand out, looking for a tie up. Hunter sinks in a collar and elbow tie up and swiftly transitions to lock Johnny in a side headlock. Johnny elbows Hnter in the chest a few times but Hunter manages to bring Johnny down with a bulldog.

Hunter and Johnny lock up for another collar-and-elbow tie up and Johnny quickly turns it into an inverted facelock. He picks Hunter up in an inverted suplex and spins it out into a facebuster! THE TWIST OF CAIN!

The ref starts his count.

1...2...3...Hunter springs back up!

Jon McDaniel: I don't think either of these men have an ounce of 'quit' in them, we could be in for a long night, brian.

Hunter and Johnny shake off early finishers, both showing of the intense attempts at ending this as fast as possible, and their will to survive. Hunter is a little dazed but manages to shake himself clean enough to lock up once more with Johnny. Hunter with his technical ability twirls into an armbar and things slow down as a few elbows snap their way into the shoulder. Arm drag, armbar both follow and Johnny is on his back. But adding to the realization the match is NoDQ, Johnny merely rakes the eyes. Hunter staggers back to his feet and into the ropes where Johnny Cactus clotheslines him to the matting outside.

Brian Rentfro: “Things are going to the outside here early in the match.”

Johnny is first to his feet and Hunter slowly follows, only to be whipped into the steel steps with a thunderous impact. Johnny refuses to let up and charges a hip in to follow up, smashing off Hunter’s face and the steel steps. Hunter holds his head and scurries to his feet staggering and almost falling. All his senses are disarranged as he grabs the barricade. Johnny follows in again grabbing Hunter by the hair only to get a sting of double chops. Maverick staggers back and Hunter nails the double chop again. Maverick fights through and brings up a knee, doubling over Hunter and trying to drop him in a DDT. Sullivan counters, lifting up the smaller man and dropping him into the fans behind him with a half assed toss.

Jon Mcdaniel: “And with that we go even farther into the crowd.”

Hunter takes a breath getting himself back into his senses. Maverick not taking too big of a dump brings himself back to his feet, grabbing a chair next to him. Hunter turns around and avoids a chair swing that looked like it would have decapitated a normal man. Johnny stumbles into the barricade after getting nothing but air and leaves himself open for Hunter who moves in and starts pounding on the wrestler, dragging him onto the barricade, stepping back and kneeing him in the face and back into the crowd. Sullivan follows him over and grabs a chair of his own ready to slam it into the back of Johnny’s head like he had done to Jackie. Hunter lifts and falls as maverick hits a desperation low blow, playing to the no rules aspect of the match.

Brian Rentfro: “It’s very obvious that this match is going to the point of anything to win. You can see murderous intent in everything they toss at each other.”

Hunter holds his manhood and tries to get back to his feet, only for a vicious chair shot to the back. Sullivan falls back down to the matting and grabs at a security members shoe, using his pants to try and climb up to his feet. Maverick readies another shot but pauses when Hunter pushes the security into the Grizzly champion. Johnny pushes him quickly out of the way but the distraction was enough to give Hunter an opening, throwing a chair at Maverick. Johnny merely hits it away with the chair in his hand, Hunter grabs another one and tosses. Maverick deflects again. Hunter tosses another and Johnny deflects. Finally Hunter picks up a chair and uses it for chair warfare as he slams chairs into each other. The vibration stings at the hands but both men swing again. A thunder like clap fills the arena until Johnny quickly follows up with another swipe as Sullivan drops his chair. Johnny goes for another swing but the quick moving snake he is dodges out of the way. Sullivan quickly makes a strategic retreat through the fans to a small concrete area with a merch table set up.

Jon McDaniel: “Hunter is running away from an enraged Maverick here who is giving chase. “

Brian Rentfro: “He isn’t running, he’s getting better ground to defend himself.”

Hunter climbs the stairs and is followed by Maverick, only for Sullivan to dodge another chair shot that hits the railing instead. Hunter takes his chance advantage and tries to dump Johnny over the top to the merch stand. Johnny holds on for dear life as he hangs onto the railing, dropping the chair in order to maintain a grasp. Hunter pushes hard but a rough knee manages to give him leverage to get to his feet. Hunter attacks again, punches and elbows fly trying to back Johnny over the railing, only for Mave to counter and send Hunter’s forehead into the steel railing. Hunter crumples to his knees as Johnny tries to turn the situation around and dump him over the top. HUNTER GOES OVER! Skin the cat! Hunter holds onto the steel railing and brings up his legs, grabbing Johnny by the head! BOTH MEN TOPPLE INTO THE TABLES!

Brian Rentfro: “Holy cow! Great impact into the tables as both men topple!”

The ref moves in and checks both men very briefly before starting the count.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six

Hunter moves pieces of table, shirts, the bobble heads off him and tries getting to his feet. Johnny is doing much the same.

Seven
Eight
To their feet! Hunter staggers into the wall as Johnny uses the chair he dropped to keep him up.

Johnnys exhausted frame releases one last roar as he picks Hunter up, Hunter swings weakly at Johnny who dodges and BLOOD SPIT! Johnny spits a mist of blood in Hunters eyes and softens him up with a few elbows to the head. He locks Hunter in the reverse facelock and picks him up, hooking his leg!

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Johnny is gonna seal this up with another ABM!

Brian Rentfro: Wait...where is that idiot going?

Johnny walks with Hunter held up in position for the ABM and starts to slowly ascend the turnbuckle! He gets to the second turnbuckle and the audience eggs him on further. he's standig at the top rope, holding Sullivan! He tries to turn around, but can't seem to keep his balance well enough...so he sets his sights forward to the beautiful, gleaming steel steps. he smiles evilly as he jumps off of the top turnbuckle.... AVALANCHE ABM ONTO THE STAIRS!!!!!!!!! The crumpled heap that used to be Hunter Sullivan is dragged into the ring haphazardly by Johnny and the ref begins his count.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!!!

*DINGDINGDING*

Eric Emerson: Here is your winner...and STILL PWA Grizzly Beer Champion.... 'The Crimson Ghost' JOHNNYYYY MAVERICK!

One of Johnnys Hoodie Ninjas runs up, carrying a sledgehammer and Johnnys Railroad spike. The Hoodie Ninja holds the spike in place over Hunters chest and Johnny takes the sledgehammer. he rears back with it, ready to drive the spike into Hunters chest when Hunter pushes the hoodie ninja away with the last bit of his strength. It doesn’t help much as Johnny brings the sledgehammer down on his chest hard. Hunter rolls out of the ring, clutching at his chest. He grabs the Hoodie Ninjas railroad spike and holds it up to keep Johnny away as he makes his way to the back as Johnny stands triumphant with the sledgehammer and Grizzly Beer title.

Marxx vs Vitaly Petrov

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


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

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

Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana: Marxx!

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

Ding Ding

Vitaly is met by Marxx, in the center of the ring, and the two men stare down. Referee Scott Swindell calls for the bell, and we're off! They lock up, Marxx knees Vitaly in the gut, then scores a double leg take down! Vitaly gets rolled onto his stomach, and Marxx smacks him in the back of the heaMarxx Vitaly is on his feet in a flash, and Marxx goes to the ropes taking a moment to regroup.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx taking a moment to regroup.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx playing it smart by reforming his game plan.

Vitaly calmly waits for Marxx to come to center ring. They lock up again, with Vitaly getting a headlock. Marxx manages to lift Vitaly up for a back drop, but Vitaly holds on. Marxx rolls Vitaly onto his back for a pin!

One...

two...

Vitaly rolls back over, keeping the head lock on tight! Marxx gets his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break! Vitaly lets go, backs up a step. They go for a lock up, Marxx goes behind, and rolls Vitaly up... and he's trying for a heel hook... Vitaly drives his boot under Marxx's jaw, breaking the holMarxx Vitaly gets to his feet and goes for a clothesline, Marxx ducks, then hits a crucifix pin!

One...

two..

Brian Rentfro: Close count there.

Jon McDaniel: A surprise victory is the same as a long victory.

Marxx goes for the heel hook again, Vitaly grabs the rope, and Marxx delivers a few more smacks to Vitaly's head.

Jon McDaniel: Both men really testing each other out here.

Brian Rentfro: Testing each other out, but beginning to pick up the pace.

Vitaly is back up, Marxx tries to go for a lariat, but Vitaly ducks! He grabs Marxx for a school boy... no, something else.. .

Vitaly goes for the pin, instead yanking down Marxx's trunks. The fans get more view of his athletic supporter than they ever wanted, and Marxx is furious. He tries to get his trunks pulled up, Vitaly allows it then comes with a stiff palm strike. Marxx staggers, and Vitaly pounces, laying in with another strike, then another... he hits the ropes, and comes back with a roaring elbow that makes sick impact with Marxx's jaw! Marxx stumbles into the turnbuckles, and Vitaly lays in with a kick to the face that knocks Marxx over the top rope to the floor! The fans are very happy to see this.

Brian Rentfro: Disqualify him, ref! Disqualify that dirty Vitaly! He has a loaded boot!

Jon McDaniel: These two are going at it hard, but I highly doubt either one of them is willing to go to that extreme.

Marxx walks off the pounding he just took. Vitaly doesn't let up, and he is out on the floor, pursuing his opponent. Marxx slides back into the ring, Vitaly right behind, Marxx drops an elbow, Vitaly moves left, then tries to lock on a cross face. Marxx with an elbow to the side of Vitaly's head breaks that up. Marxx gets to his feet, bleeding from the mouth, and stalks Vitaly, who is also to his feet. Marxx chops Vitaly's chest, making a loud smack. Vitaly responds with one of his own. Then Marxx retaliates. Then Vitaly. CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP both men back and forth, the fans trying to keep up with "WOOO's", but Vitaly starts to take control, and lays in , backing Marxx into the turnbuckles, then he unloads Kobashi style with a machine gun series of chops to Marxx! Vitaly finally breaks off the assault, and Marxx slumps to the mat! Vitaly doesn't take in the fan appreciation, instead concentrating on becoming Intercontinental Champion. He drags Marxx out of the corner, then covers him for a pin!

One...

two..

Marxx kicks out! Vitaly pulls Marxx up, then delivers a stiff headbutt! Marxx stumbles back, and Vitaly lunges forward with a clothesline! Marxx flattened, and Vitaly covers again!

One...

two...

Marxx kicks out! Vitaly tries to lock on a Inverted Cravate Crossface, but Marxx is too close to the ropes, and he grabs on for the reversal. Vitaly tries to pull him back, but Marxx gets a death grip. Vitaly yanks hard, only to get a boot to the gut, He stumbles
back, and Marxx desperately pounces, going for Vitaly's ankle and a heel hook! Vitaly tries to fight out of it, but Marxx gets it locked in!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx finally getting the heel hook, he is going to wear down Vitaly's vertical base.

Jon McDaniel: If I remember right, Vitaly used to be a shoot fighter in Russia, he can ground and pound with the best, this will help Marxx out tremendously.

Vitaly's face is a mask of pain as Marxx twists and tries to break the ankle. Swindell is right there to check for the submission, but Vitaly is having none of that. Vitaly pulls himself to the ropes, is almost there, but Marxx yanks back, keeping him away from his only escape. Vitaly doesn't give up, and scratches and pulls himself to the bottom rope, and Swindell calls for the break. Marxx is reluctant to let go. He spits a mouthful of blood out, and glares at the ref before the finally lets go. Vitaly pulls himself up with the ropes, but he's on one leg now. Marxx sweeps the good leg from under Vitaly, and drops an elbow before covering!

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Vitaly kicks out! Marxx kicks at the injured ankle, before trying to lock on the hook again. Vitaly reaches up and grabs a handful of Marxx's hair. Marxx and Swindell both try to get him to release, and Vitaly finally does. Vitaly to his feet, but Marxx is there to stomp
the ankle! Vitaly to one knee, and Marxx boots Vitaly in the face! Vitaly is down, and Marxx goes for a half Boston crab.

Vitaly reverses with a small package!

One..

two...

Marxx kicks out!

Vitaly barely able to stand, but he manages to catch Marxx with a European Uppercut! Marxx staggered, and Vitaly nails a forearm, that knocks Marxx down, but Vitaly also puts too much weight on his bad ankle, so he goes down as well! Both competitors on the mat. Vitaly crawls over to make a pin, but Marxx rolls over. Vitaly punches Marxx hard in the side of the head. Marxx, blood dripping down his chin, groggily responds with a chop to the throat. Vitaly tries to regain his breath, and Marxx quickly tries to lock him up in a Rear Naked Choke! Vitaly is already struggling to breathe, and this will not help! Jon McDaniel: Rear naked choke by Marxx.

Brian Rentfro: This could be the end of the match right here.

Swindell checks for the legality of the move, deems it fair, and now asks if Vitaly wants to give up! Vitaly does not tap! But he can't get out of the hold. Marxx puts all his weight into the move, trying to make his opponent pass out! Vitaly seems to be fading here. His eyes are rolling back as Marxx cinches in the choke. Swindell looks ready to stop the match. The fans are split in their cheering Vitaly on and Marxx to finish him. Vitaly, though, looks like he's done. The eyes are shut, and Marxx senses victory. He loosens up for what seems like only a second...

And Vitaly pulls Marxx's legs back, and rolls on top of him for a pin!

One...

Two...

Thr- Marxx lets go of the hold completely and kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly from out of nowhere with that pin attempt! That's one way to escape a submission move!

Marxx is HOT. He drops and axe handle across Vitaly's back, and tries to lock in an armbar. Vitaly is weakened, and not able to fight out of it. But he does have easy access to the ropes. Marxx, furious, tries for another heel hook. Vitaly boots Marxx in the jaw, sending a spray of blood and saliva all over the ring. Vitaly pulls himself to his feet, still hobbled, but not about to let his shot slip away. He catches a charging Marxx with a knee to the gut, then hits him with a gut wrench back breaker! Marxx is nearly broken in half across Vitaly's knee! Vitaly heaves Marxx up again, and drops him back first across his knees! And one more time! Vitaly trying to shatter Marxx's spine! He goes for one more, but his injured ankle gives out, and he drops
Marxx, but manages a cover!

One..

two...

Marxx KICKS OUT! Vitaly slaps on a Cravate Crossface, and stretches Marxx as far back as he'll go! The fans
are on their feet, anticipating a submission! Marxx flails a bit, trying to get loose, but Vitaly pulls back harMarxx Swindell asks if Marxx wants to tap. The fans are split again, half for Vitaly and half for Marxx. Marxx has his hand up! It's looking like he's about to bring it down..

But instead he grabs the bottom rope. Vitaly is forced to break the hold, much to the fans half approval. Marxx gets to his feet, holding his shoulder in pain. He spits out another mouthful of blood. Vitaly is bareley able to stand, and looks to be having trouble breathing after the assault on his throat. The two men lock eyes. They both know what's at stake here. Both their competitive juices still flow. And most importantly?

The two men meet center ring and trade forearm shots. Marxx winces every time he has to stretch his shoulder. Vitaly looks like he could fall down any second. But neither man wants to let the other win. So they attack each other furiously, until Vitaly gets a hard shot in, that knocks Marxx back! Vitaly scoops Marxx onto his shoulders! He's going to try and put Marxx to sleep! But Vitaly's ankle can't take the weight, and Marxx adds to the problem by elbowing Vitaly in the head! Marxx looks relieved to have escaped that, but not for long, as he tries to do his finisher Leaving Marxx! He lifts Vitaly up...but his shoulder can't take the weight, and he has to let go! It's Vitaly's turn to look relieved...

Jon McDaniel: Both men going for big moves, but their match injuries won't allow it just yet.

Vitaly hits Marxx with a short arm clothesline, then drops an elbow! He covers!

One...

two..

Thr-

Marxx with a shoulder up, only a two count. Marxx tries to roll out of the ring, but Vitaly pulls him back in. Marxx tries to kick Vitaly in the face, but misses. Vitaly drags Marxx back to his feet, then tries to hit a palm strike, but Marxx ducks, then comes back with a superkick! Vitaly's head snaps back and he falls to the mat!

Brian Rentfro: Superkick right oto the chin.

Marxx falls over as well, and crawls over to his opponent, and drapes an arm across Vitaly's chest!

One...

Two...

Vitaly gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Marxx can't believe it! Half of the fans breathe a sigh of relief, but Marxx doesn't let up! He goes for Leaving Marxx again!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx going for his finisher again.

Brian Rentfro: Vitaly counters!

He hoists Vitaly up... Vitaly with a small package!

One...

Two...

Marxx kicks out! He frantically tries to lariat Vitaly...

Vitaly SCOOPS HIM UP FOR THE Hammer! Marxx tries to fight it, but Vitaly isn't going to drop him this time! Marxx flails, and manages to catch the top rope! Vitaly tries to pull him back! Marxx lets go of the rope.. and Vitaly steps back.. onto his injured ankle! Marxx rolls Vitaly up for a crucifix pin!

One...

Two...

Vitaly kicks out! He's to his feet! Marxx stomps Vitaly's injured ankle! Vitaly yells in pain, but doesn't go down! Marxx stomps the ankle
again, and again, and again! Vitaly finally has to grab the ropes to remain standing, Marxx dives, dropping all his weight on Vitaly's ankle! Vitaly lets go of the ropes, and Marxx swoops in like a vulture!

He gets a heel hook locked in! It looks like it took everything Marxx had, but he gets the move synched in, but Vitaly is in the ropes immediately. Marxx pulls Vitaly up, Bottle Buster, Marxx makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Vitaly barely throws a shoulder up, his mouth is hanging open big time. Marxx can't believe it, but he pulls Vitaly up to his feet. Vitaly shoves back, trying to catch his breath as Marxx does the same.

Brian Rentfro: These two men have given a ton of energy here.

Jon McDaniel: And it doesn't look to be over yet.

Vitaly and Marxx charge at each other with a lockup, but Vitaly throws a right hand, Marxx ducks the right hand. Vitaly throws a left, Marxx ducks the blow as well and smiles at Vitaly's predicament. Vitaly with a boot to the gut following with a neckbreaker that sends Marxx down to the mat. Vitaly gets up and points down at Marxx as he stomps on Marxx's head. Vitaly looks back to the crowd, and his foot hits canvas. Marxx rolls up to his knees throwing a vicious right hand into Vitaly's gut, doubling the challenger over gasping for breath. Marxx gets up to his feet leveling a right and left combo that sends Vitaly stumbling backwards. Marxx with another right and left combo, Vitaly ducks under the left portion of the combo. He wraps Marxx in a side headlock and smiles to the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: They've found an energy reserve.

Brian Rentfro: The new found energy never lasts very long though.

Marxx with a side elbow shot into Vitaly's ribs, the smile leaves his face. Another side elbow, the side headlock is dropped. Marxx spins around with a spinning right hand, Vitaly ducks under catching Marxx in a half nelson suplex.

Vitaly bends down pulling Marxx back up to his feet delivering a right fist into Marxx's jaw. Vitaly wraps his hands around Marxx's waist, slams him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex and Vitaly is firmly in control here and half of the crowd is not liking it at all. Vitaly climbs to the middle turnbuckle delivering a middle rope axe handle smash to the ribs of Marxx that catches him squarely in the ribs. Vitaly wastes no time in getting back to his feet slamming a boot down into Marxx's ribs. An elbow drop and the ribs are now being worked over with precision and determination to break one of them. Half of the crowd begins a "Come On Marxx" chant that Vitaly seems to use to fuel his fire. Knee drop into the ribs and Marxx is gasping for breath with each blow to his ribs. Vitaly bends down into Marxxs face as he goes for another blow to the ribs. Marxx with a right hand to Vitaly's chin that knocks him out before he hits the ground. Marxx gets up to a vertical base and walks over to Vitaly as he holds his ribs. He pulls Vitaly up to a vertical base as well and slaps him until his eyes flutter open. Marxx with a right fist into Vitaly's jaw and another. Irish whip into the ropes. But no, Marxx stops the Irish whip instead he delivers a short arm clothesline that sends Vitaly almost down to the mat. Vitaly would have fallen if Marxx weren't holding his arm preventing the fall to the canbvas. Marxx pulls Vitaly back up; fall away slam into the turnbuckles. Marxx makes another cover in the match.

One...

Two...

Thr--NO! Vitaly with a shoulder up and Marxx is not surprised in the least. He knows this match will take a lot since Vitaly wants the gold as much as he wants to keep it. He pulls Vitaly up with a handful of head, Vitaly with a jab to Marxx's ribs, Marxx releases the head. Another jab to the exposed ribs, Marxx protects them with his right forearm. Vitaly jabs at the other ribs, Marxx with a kick to Vitaly's midsection. Vitaly spins away from the kick, grabs the ankle, sweeps the planted leg out from under Marxx, and falls with a knee drop onto the ankle. Marxx grunts out in pain as Vitaly begins to work on the ankle of Marxx as well. Marxx begins to crawl for the ropes, but he hears Vitaly breathing heavily, the match taking a big toll on both men. Marxx delivers a prone mule kick to Vitaly's face that connects with his upturned chin sending him through the ropes. Vitaly lands on the floor and looks up into the ring at Marxx who is starting to get back to his feet with the help of the ropes. Vitaly quickly slides into the ring. He charges at Marxx, nailing a forearm smash to the back of Marxx's head, wrapping him up with a roll up pin. Vitaly hooks the leg as Marxx's shoulders slam into the mat.

One...

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly with a surprise pin attempt.


Two...

Thr--NO!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx still has enough in the tank to kick out.

Marxx manages to kick out and Vitaly is shocked that Marxx was able to beat his surprise pin. Marxx is up on his feet quickly charging at Vitaly. Being unable to avoid, Marxx slams into Vitaly with a shoulder tackle and both men go outside of the ring to the mat below. Right from Marxx, right from Vitaly and this match has turned into a brawl instead of a wrestling match. Both men are getting their frustrations out here in this match. Marxx manages to nail Vitaly in the temple with a awful sounding right hand so that Vitaly's palm strike didn't have much on it. Marxx looks up as the referee's count reaches six and rolls the nearly unconscious Vitaly into the ring. He pulls Vitaly up to his feet and flips Vitaly over; he drives him head first into the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx with a cover.

Marxx hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Vitaly with a foot on the bottom rope.

Marxx lifts Vitaly up, looking to continue the match. Boot to the mouth from Vitaly nearly topples Marxx through the ropes. a big boot from Vitaly does send Marxx to the outside, but he quickly goes after his opponent knowing the match has to nearly be over. He rolls Marxx back into the ring and lifts him up to his knees throwing a well placed kneepad into Marxx's face. Marxx falls back from the blow and Vitaly is ready. He lifts Marxx up for The Hammer and plants him on the canvas. Vitaly makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre--NO! Marxx rolls a shoulder up, Marxx is still the champion so far in this match. Vitaly can't believe it, his chin drops to his chest in surprise. Marxx's part of the crowd is getting behind him now trying to give him enough energy to get back on the offensive and finish off Vitaly. He picks up Marxx, intending for The Hammer again, but Marxx with a fist to the gut. He back body drops Vitaly over to the canvas. Vitaly lands on his feet, turns around, ducks under the clothesline from Marxx, wraps him up in a fireman's carry into... a DDT. But no, Marxx counters the move into a guillotine choke submission move. As Marxx is falling backwards, Vitaly pushes down sending Marxx onto the canvas with a sort of desperation spinebuster. Vitaly clutches at his throat as he gets back up to his feet; he leans on the ropes for a second as Marxx is beginning to stir once more. He hurriedly walks over pulling Marxx back up to a vertical base, whipping him into the corner. Vitaly lifts Marxx up to the top turnbuckle and locks Marxx in the position for an over the head belly to belly superplex. He lifts, shoving backwards, but Marxx manages to counter and lock in a guillotine choke submission once more and he flips Vitaly over in mid air causing Vitaly to slam into the canvas and shake the ring violently.

Jon McDaniel: What a exchange there!

Brian Rentfro: These two men are going to kill each other and the crowd doesn't know who to cheer for.

Vitaly begins to struggle to stay conscious as Scott Swindell lifts his hand up.

Vitaly's hand drops once...

Twice...

Thre--NO! Vitaly holds his palm just above the canvas preventing it from hitting the mat signaling a knockout. Marxx can't believe it, so he tries to synch the hold in even more. Vitaly struggles, but Marxx is preventing him from doing too much. Vitaly seems to remain in this submission for several minutes, but it is only about thirty seconds, when he uses the last remaining strength to shove up to his feet and slam Marxx into the turnbuckles. Marxx releases the hold and Vitaly falls back wobbling on his feet. Marxx dives forward with a spear, but Vitaly manages to drive Marxx's forehead into the canvas with a DDT. Vitaly manages to roll Marxx over and makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--NO! Again NO! Marxx kicks out, not much authority behind the kick out, but it doesn't matter, he has stopped the pinfall. Vitaly resigns himself to keep on as he pushes himself up and pulls Marxx along with him. A grimace of pain crosses his face as he twists Marxx up over upside down and prepares to hit a powerslam on Marxx.

Marxx wiggles around into a DDT position, dropping down to one knee, but shoves up with Vitaly on his shoulders.

Jon McDaniel: Leaving Marxx!

Brian Rentfro: From the beginning position for Vitaly's Hammer! Amazing athleticism from the Intercontinental Champion.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Champion, Marxx!

The crowd is on their collective feet, cheering on both men as Referee Scott Swindell hands Marxx the Intercontinental Championship. Vitaly struggles to get back up to his feet using the ropes. He shakes his head a bit, disappointment is written all over his face.

Jon McDaniel: An impressive match, but the experienced Marxx retains here tonight at Who's The Man?!

Brian Rentfro: A bit boring if you ask me.

Jon McDaniel: I didn't ask you.

Vitaly turns toward Marxx, and mutters a few words. He extends his hand. Marxx takes it and the two shake hands for a moment. They raise their hands up to the crowd and the crowd goes crazy.

Brian Rentfro: Just hit him Vitaly! I know you want to!

Jon McDaniel: Both these guys are all about the competition and the fans. They're good sports.

Riona Langly vs Ryan Ross vs Laura Estella

Gauntlet Match #4 - Ladder Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fourth gauntlet match for the Undisputed Championship and it is a ladder match! In order to advance, you have to grab either the World or Global Championship. We will see two out of three advance to the final match, while the third will be eliminated.

Jon McDaniel: We're down to the final three: Ryan Ross, Laura Estella, and World Heavyweight Champion - Riona Langly.

Brian Rentfro: I think Riona herself is going down in this match. She hates ladders.

Jon McDaniel: Well that's a bold call, but this is going to be a great match. Our competitors are already in the ring as the World and Global titles hang high above their heads.

Brian Rentfro: And there are plenty of ladders to go around!

DING DING DING!!!

Ross goes right after Laura and nails her with a forearm to the head. He repeats the strikes and then knees Laura in the gut, taking her down with a suplex. Riona joins in and nails a rising Ross in the stomach with a kick. Riona sends Ross into the ropes and Ross leapfrogs over Riona. Riona turns around and nails a rebounding Ross with a spinning heel kick! Ross goes through the ropes and to the apron. Laura is up and gets behind Riona, taking her down with a reverse DDT. However Laura gets to her feet and Ross springboards off the top rope and takes Laura down with a missile dropkick. Ross gets to his feet and slides out of the ring, grabbing a ladder.

Jon McDaniel: And here we go! Ross is getting the ladder into play here.

Brian Rentfro: Some good action so far. Riona is back up to her feet and so is Laura! Catfight!

Jon McDaniel: Grow up Brian! They're fighters.

Riona rocks Laura with a right hand, but Laura fires back as well. Ross slides the ladder into the ring and gets into the ring himself. Ross picks up the ladder, but Riona notices it and nails Ross with a dropkick to the head. Ross falls into the ropes and Riona rushes forward, but Ross swings the ladder and nails Riona in the leg with it. Riona falls and Ross rams the ladder right into her face. Laura clips Ross from behind and he drops the ladder. Laura stomps on Ross repeatedly. Laura gets the ladder and lays it over Ross, then climbs to the top rope. Laura tries to jump off but Riona shoves her off the top rope and Laura flies to the outside and lands hard. Ross moves the ladder off of him and tries to get to his feet. Riona nails Ross in the back of the head with a forearm and then gets him to his feet. Riona whips him into the ropes and tries to apply a sleeper hold, but Ross powers out and nails Riona in the gut with an elbow, then takes her down with a snapmare. Riona is sitting up on the canvas and Ross bounces off the ropes with a front dropkick to Riona's chest!

Jon McDaniel: Ouch! What a dropkick from Ross!

Brian Rentfro: That's gonna leave a mark!

Ross gets up to his feet and Laura re-enters the ring. Ross nails Laura with a punch and then tries to go for the Royal Powerbomb, but Laura reverses with a hurricanrana and sends Ross across the ring. Riona is up to her feet and goes after Laura, but Laura nails Riona with a spinning backfist. Riona is rocked back a few steps and then Laura clotheslines her to the mat. Ross is back up to his feet and kicks out Laura's bad knee. Laura falls to one knee and Ross slams her face into the ladder, again, and again. Ross moves Laura off the ladder. He picks the ladder up and sets it up.

Brian Rentfro: And Ross is thinking it's time to get one of those titles up there!

Jon McDaniel: Definitely Brian. He wants to be the first one to advance so he has more time to rest. Because it might take the other two left a while to complete the ladder match here.

Riona is getting up to her feet. Ross begins to climb the ladder, and Riona is climbing on the other side! The crowd is on their feet, heavy in anticipation. We are hearing Riona chants, and Ross chants.

Jon McDaniel: They're both climbing Brian! And almost to the top!

Brian Rentfro: Ross is nearly there! He can taste the gold!

Ross is stretching out for his global title, while Riona gets to the top and begins to stretch out for her World Title.

Brian Rentfro: And Laura is back up to her feet, finally noticing what's going on!

Jon McDaniel: Laura is trying to knock over the ladder!

Laura shoves the ladder, trying to push it and tip it over. She succeeds!

Jon McDaniel: WAIT! RIONA GRABBED THE GLOBAL TITLE FROM ROSS!

Brian Rentfro: Unbelievable! She's now dangling from the hook! The belt hasn't unsnapped yet!

Ross was not that fortunate as he falls with the ladder, deciding to jump off of it to prevent hitting the ropes and injuring himself. Ross makes it over the ropes and falls to the outside as the ladder bounces off the top rope. Riona is dangling from the World Title, and manages to unsnap it. However, Riona falls to the mat and lands on her back, the World Title falling with her in her grasp.

Eric Emerson: Riona Langly has advanced to the Undisputed Championship Gauntlet Finals!!!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable, Brian. In one second, she was at least a good two feet away from the belt, and then just like that she grabs the other and manages to hold on!

Brian Rentfro: And now she's out of the ring, getting the rest she needs for the next match.

Jon McDaniel: Now it's down to two. Either Laura or Ryan have to grab the World Title to advance to the finals, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Duh!

Ross gets back into the ring, unhappy with the news. Laura smirks at Riona.

Brian Rentfro: Can you imagine if Laura were to pull this off and meets Riona in the finals?

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure you'd love to see that.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! The biggest catfight of all time!

Estella launches herself over the top rope and crashes down on Ross with a crossbody. Estella is up to her feet and nails Ross with rights and lefts. Estella tries to send Ross into the ringpost but Ross counters and whips Estella face-first into the ringpost!

Brian Rentfro: That's gotta hurt!

Jon McDaniel: And Ross gets back into the ring and sets up that ladder!

Ross moves the ladder off the ropes and sets it underneath the World Title. Estella stirs on the outside and gets to her free, shaking her head and trying to focus. Ross is halfway up the ladder and Estella literally shrieks, and slides into the ring. Estella climbs up the opposite side of the ladder and Ross notices her ascent. Ross climbs faster, reaching the top. He's trying so hard to get the World Title, but Estella uses her flexibility and nails Ross with a kick to the face! Ross grabs ahold of the ladder and tries his hardest not to fall back onto the mat. Estella nails Ross again, and Ross continues to hold on.

Jon McDaniel: Those kicks are devastating but Ross refuses to let go!

Brian Rentfro: He knows what will happen if he does!

Ross fires back with a punch to Estella's head as she tries to climb up more. Estella fires back, Ross nails her again, and again. Ross seems to get the advantage and Estella is a bit dazed on the other side of the ladder. Ross climbs up again, stretching as far as he can for the title. However, Estella has a different idea and nails Ross right in the groin!

Brian Rentfro: NOOO!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Damn that's gotta hurt!

Ross' face turns blue, and he falls down to the mat below, crashing hard. Ross is turned over, screaming in pain. The crowd is going nuts.. Estella reaches and unclips the World Championship.

DING DING DING!!!!

Eric Emerson: Laura Estella advances to the final match!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Holy Cow! Looks like you got what you wanted, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: YES! YES! CATFIGHT! AND IT'S PAY-PER-VIEW, JON!

Jon McDaniel: Oh God...

Second To None vs Order of Chaos

PWA Tag-Team Title match


Jon McDaniel: This has to be one of the most highly anticipated tag team title matches in a very long time, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: No doubt about that. The greatest team ever, Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes are here to defeat and end the vaunted egos of the army of dishonor.

Jon McDaniel: You mean the "Army of Honor", as in The Order of Chaos- whom, if you don't know, are making their first appearance as a team in a match since throwing their title defense back on the first Rampage of the year. I mean sure they've been through a lot since, but I think when push comes to shove we will see why they are the best tag team of 2009 and why they very well may be the best of 2010 and beyond.

Brian Rentfro: I've never heard you speak such BS, Jon, and I've heard you speak a lot of it. They have absolutely no chance against Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel, and everyone here knows that. You saw what happened to Masakazu last week, and how his father stood back and watched his own son be demolished by S2N. Where's the love there?

Jon McDaniel: You missed the point, Brian.

Suddenly the arena lights go out as "Suicide Mission" composed by Jack Wall begins to play throughout the arena as the fans rise to their feet in applause.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challengers!

The images glorifying The Order of Chaos appear in flashes over the ADCTron, numerous flashes of them raising the PWA Tag Team titles above their heads in victory followed by the devastation of ULTIMA run across the screen to the delight of the fans.

Eric Emerson: They weigh in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds.

From out back, Simon Kalis and Masakazu appear now. Both dressed in matching military garb as the fans go nuts, the cheers deafening throughout the arena as they stomp their right feet hard on the ramp, every fan in attendance doing the same.

Eric Emerson: They are the FORMER PWA World Tag Team Champions.... They are the Army of Honor... The Glorious and The Great...

Kalis and Masakazu now salute the crowd, fascist style, and the entire crowd raises their right hand forward in the fascist salute to match them. The camera flashes and cheers continue without end.

Eric Emerson: They are Simon Kalis and Masakazu... THE ORDER.... OF.... CHAOS!

Kalis and Masakazu now make their way towards ringside, slapping the hands of fans on either side of them as they pass by, completing a circle of the ring before each man hops up onto the apron. They make their way to opposing turnbuckles, climbing to the top and making motions of title belts around their waists. Kalis and Masakazu punch their chests and raise forward the fascist salute to which the fans respond in kind, saluting them back.

Crowd: All hail! All hail! All hail! All hail!

Jon McDaniel: I can't hear myself think, Brian! The fans are savouring this moment right now, the true tag team champions are back! The men who reminded the PWA what it was to be a tag team, to be champions, they're back Brian! And the fans know what's coming!

Brian Rentfro: A Second 2 None victory?!

Jon McDaniel: Far from it, Brian. Far from it!

"Time for a little Southern Unhospitality" blares over the speakers as the slow build to Sevendust's song "Aggression" builds, nothing happens. The guitar hits and out from the back just as the words begin, is "The Southern Hypocrit" Jethro Hayes to loud booing.

"Sickening the things that I see
Can't stop my mind from slowly wandering
Dream'n again I think you're
With me but there is where the thinking ends"

He smirks out to the crowd as he walks down the ramp dressed in his black overalls, white button up shirt, and black wrestling boots.

"Sleep time, no longer
Looks like, it's over"

He doesn't even make an attempt to glad hand the fans as he stares into the ring, the arrogant look plastered all over his face. He points to the Tag Team Championship around his waist.

"Took your wrist and cut it open
And now it seems I'm (throwing you over the edge)
We had a gift no one had
You never thought I'd be (cutting you open again)"

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Georgia, he stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... he is one half of the Pioneer Wrestling Association Tag Team Champions, one half of Second 2 None, he is "The Southern Hypocrit" Jethro Hayes!

"Sorry the pain seems endless
Lay still, I'll soon be done with you
Till then you're left to deal with torture
I'm sure in time you've gotten use to it"

Jethro nods as he steps over the top rope, handing his belt over to Matthew Engel on the outside.

"Constant, controller
Your life, is over
(I'm takin pride in my work as you bleed)"

Jethro stares up the entrance ramp, ready for the match to begin, cracking his neck from side to side slowly as though he is enjoying the slight pain.

"Took your wrist and cut it open
And now it seems I'm (throwing you over the edge)
We had a gift no one had
You never thought I'd be (cutting you open again)"

"I'm left to deal with my conscience
Forgive me now
I have to finish the shit I started
Not what I wanted"

"Took your wrist and cut it open
And now it seems I'm (throwing you over the edge)
We had a gift no one had
You never thought I'd be (cutting you open again)"

"Took your wrist and cut it open
And now it seems I'm (throwing you over the edge)
We had a gift no one had
You never thought I'd be (cutting you open again) "


Brian Rentfro: Feel it! See it! There is finally greatness inside the ring!

Jon McDaniel: The Order has backed up into their corner, they know what must be done tonight Brian. Second 2 None must be destroyed.

Brian Rentfro: Sure, and in their rush to destroy they will be destroyed!

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are boo'ing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 212 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Eric Emerson: He is a three time World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion...One half of the PWA UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... One half of Second 2 None... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match as he hands his tag title to the official of the match. Both tag titles are now raised as Jethro Hayes enters his corner as does Masakazu, with Matthew Engel and Simon Kalis remaining in the ring. As Engel stretches, Kalis adjusts the bandana over his forehead.

Brian Rentfro: Death to the Order!

DING DING DING

Kalis and Engel lock eyes as both men begin to circle the ring. Kalis twists his head back and forth, Engel replies with a menacing grin. It's sudden as Kalis rushes towards Engel and hits him hard with a stiff left. Engel replies in kind with a hard right, and back and forth they trade blows. Left from Kalis, right from Engel. Left from Kalis, right from Engel. Engel cunningly attempts to kick Kalis in the gut, but Kalis twists his upper body forward and his lower body back to just avoid getting hit. Kalis moves in for a headbutt, but Engel in kind dodges by moving out of the way. Kalis with a stiff forward foot thrust, but Engel blocks it by raising his knee and laughs. Engel attempts an arm drag quickly in response, but Kalis forces him at the last moment to fall back from it. Both men circle each other once more until Engel throws a right hook, but Kalis blocks it with his left arm and throws a right hook of his own where Engel blocks him as well. Both men back up and nod, until Engel rushes forward and grabs ahold of Kalis' arm, attempting to whip him into the ropes. Kalis reverses, but Engel double reverses and sends Kalis into the ropes. As he comes back Engel goes for a clothesline but Kalis ducks, straightening his body and sliding underneath Engel inbetween his legs. Kalis quickly jumps up post-slide and bounces off the ropes with a flying elbow, but Engel dodges it and tags Hayes in quickly.

Brian Rentfro: Neither of them could really hurt each other.

Jon McDaniel: Brian we are witnessing veterans of combat here. Neither here is a rookie by any measure, and it just shows how skilled both Engel and Kalis are.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah but now the big man Hayes is in. Kalis just shit his pants.

Masakazu is screaming from his side, begging Kalis to tag him in. Kalis backs up slowly, Hayes laughs at both of them as Kalis tags Masakazu in. Not to waste time Masakazu hops onto the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick, nailing Hayes square in the face. Hayes stumbles back and as Masakazu hits the ground, Hayes quickly drops down with a heavy leg drop over Masakazu's throat. Masakazu rolls away in pain, as Hayes gets up and waits. Masakazu gets up and spits on the ground, raising his hands and turning his head. Masakazu rushes forward and unleashes a fury of thrust kicks towards Hayes. Hayes reels from the attacks, as Masakazu hits him in a fury in each side of his body. Masakazu flips forward as Hayes stumbles back and launches himself upside down with an unorthodox dropkick from the bottom up. Hayes takes the hit with grace as he bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on the downed Masakazu. Masakazu shakes it off and rolls away, jumping to his feet and running toward Hayes. He goes for another dropkick but Hayes grabs his legs and plants him awkwardly with a powerbomb.

Brian Rentfro: Masakazu is just too wild, he's gonna get himself killed by Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: No, he's out for revenge.

Engel waves to Kalis from his corner as Masakazu tags his father in quickly. Hayes heads to tag in Engel but Kalis runs up on him quickly and hits him with a flying forearm smash to the back of the head. Kalis looks up at Jethro Hayes and makes the motion of cutting a throat. Hayes grabs Kalis by the throat and pushes the smaller man forward, but Kalis tries to get free and does. Yet Hayes quickly grabs ahold of his head and plants him with a single armed DDT, Kalis' face hitting the canvas hard. Masakazu starts to argue with the referee and he walks over, immediately Engel capitalizes and hops into the ring and both he and Hayes begin stomping down on Simon Kalis. They lift him up and Engel whips him into the ropes. Hayes lifts Kalis up by his body and drops back where Kalis lands into the shoulder of Engel who flattens him with Hayes with a neckbreaker. Kalis rolls in the ring, coughing.

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Destroy the General once and for all!

Jon McDaniel: Stop arguing Masakazu, damn it! Let the ref see this!

Brian Rentfro: Engel and Hayes are just taunting the booing crowd now. They can't accept their greatness... Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god Kalis has a gun.

The crowd errupts into cheers, confusing Engel and Hayes for a moment until Kalis creeps up on both of them, lashing out a strong pistol whip to the back of Engel's head sending him crashing to the canvas. Hayes turns around and is met in kind, the 9mm hitting him square in the face. The crowd cheers as Kalis waves the pistol in the air with one hand, middle finger with the other.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus Christ this is so wrong.

Jon McDaniel: All he needs is his newport cigarettes and the image is complete.

Kalis chucks the 9mm into the crowd, where a young fan catches it to the glee of he and his parents but in all the commotion Kalis doesn't see Hayes up, angirly, behind him. Hayes grabs ahold of Kalis from behind and lifts him up, twisting his body as he hits the Calf Toss square in the middle of the ring. Kalis winces in pain as Hayes hooks the leg but Masakazu is already in the ring and stomps down on the back of Hayes head to break it up. Engel tackles Masakazu to the ground and unleashes a fury of fists in the ring on the younger Kalis, as Simon himself gets up and grapple holds with Hayes. The referee forces Engel and Masakazu back to their corners as Hayes head butts Kalis, sending him stumbling back before Hayes pulls him forward by grabbing his arm and sends Kalis flipping in the air with a powerful clothesline. As Kalis hits the canvas, Hayes continues his assault by landing a big leg drop once more- this time on the senior Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: The Order of Chaos is being dismantled in a way no one has seen, I believe. Even with Kalis attempting to murder Second 2 None on live pay-per-view television!

Jon McDaniel: To be fair, I doubt it was loaded.

Brian Rentfro: PWA Radio will have a field day with this.

Hayes raises his arms up cockily, as Kalis coughs harshly and begins crawling towards his corner. Masakazu reaches forward for the tag, but Hayes picks Kalis up by one leg and drags him all the way back to the middle of the ring. Hayes lays in wait as Kalis stands up, the crowd chanting "ALL HAIL!" to inspire him. As Kalis gets up Hayes bounces off the ropes and comes forward with a huge boot. Kalis ducks right underneath the big man and sends himself forward, but his left leg backwards as he nails a reverse thrust kick to the big man's knee. Hayes finally drops to one knee but shows no sign of feeling pain, but Kalis capitalizes as he bounces off the ropes and and flies forward with a jumping superkick, bending one knee back and straightening one leg forward straight into the back of Hayes' head. Kalis nearly hits the canvas but catches himself on his feet as Hayes hits the canvas. It's as he stumbles into the ropes Engel hits him with a cheap shot elbow to the back of the head. Kalis does not reciprocate as he moves quickly and tags in his son, Masakazu.

Jon McDaniel: Damn straight, stay focused Kalis. Stay focused on the prize.

Brian Rentfro: It's not focus, it's fear when he avoids Matthew Engel. Fear, Jon. Trust me.

Jon McDaniel: Riiiiight!

Masakazu hops onto the top rope and comes flying off with a dazzling frog splash, the camera flashes blinding the crowd. Masakazu turns Jethro Hayes over and makes the cover!

1!

T- Hayes literally throws Masakazu like a ragdoll off of him to break the count.

Brian Rentfro: That is a former PWA World Champion, son. That will not put him down.

Jon McDaniel: The Order knows what they're doing.

Masakazu begins downward thrust kicking Jethro Hayes, but Hayes rolls out of the way and grabs Masakazu by the foot and throws him backward using his raw strength to send Masakazu to the canvas with ease. Hayes is up, meanwhile Kalis makes "bang bang" hand signals to Matthew Engel from across the ring as Masakazu now gets himself up. Masakazu attempts a forward thrust kick in muay thai fashion, but Hayes grabs his leg again in a block. Masakazu uses his free leg to push himself up and he jumps up to land a heavy elbow smash into the face of Jethro Hayes. Hayes isn't amused as he lands a huge right handed haymaker punch which spins Masakazu 360 degrees before he stumbles back. Masakazu spits a little blood from his mouth and fakes a forward thrust kick as he bends his body back sending his foot forward, but instead of following through he lands on his hands and does a flip catching Hayes off guard. Masakazu flips over and bounces off the ropes and punches Hayes with his elbow while at the same time sending a thrust kick into his knee from mid-air to the cheers of the crowd. Hayes replies quickly and swiftly, scooping Masakazu up after the recoil and body slamming him to the canvas. Jethro Hayes goes to the top rope now, and to the boos of the crowd flies off with a massively powerful elbow drop which has Masakazu clutching his chest in the middle of the ring. Hayes stands up proudly and stomps his boot down onto Masakazu's chest, leaving it there for the cover.

1!

TW- KICK OUT!

Masakazu kicks out and yells something in Japanese as he raises both of his legs up, rolling onto his shoulders and neck to literally double kick Hayes in the ass. As Hayes moves off of him, Masakazu continues to roll and flips himself into the air. He is cheetah like as he jumps and kicks Hayes in one side of his body, twisting his knees inward then snapping his foot outward into Hayes' ribs. Hayes stumbles to the side, as Masakazu repeats it with the other leg in quick succession to the amazement of the crowd. Engel is anxious now, reaching forward to get the tag in as Hayes continues to stumble back, the crowd chanting Masakazu's name. Masakazu runs back, bouncing off the ropes and then jumping onto the middle ropes to his right, running along the middle ropes carefully until he launches himself to the left where Hayes is and landing a stunning sideways thrust kick midair sending The Southern Hypocrite over the top rope, but not before Engel tags himself in quickly.

Jon McDaniel: The camera flashes are blinding, Brian! My God the agility displayed here by Masakazu is downright incredible, the fans are going crazy!!

Brian Rentfro: Eh I'll give him that... That move was pretty cool. But now watch, he has no idea Matthew Engel is the legal man I think.

Engel immediately catches Masakazu as he attempts to regain balance, hitting a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker quickly now and rolling him up tightly for a pinfall, Masakazu seemingly locked in tight.

1!

2!

TH-KICK OUT!

Engel cannot believe it as he punches the canvas and looks up at the official with discontent. Masakazu quickly rolls himself to the corner and tags in his father, who hops over the top rope and catches Engel off guard with a falling dropkick to his face. Engel reels but is well rested and up quickly now, countering Kalis by catching him with an arm drag and the fans errupt now. A brawl ensues, Kalis laying in a right, Engel laying in a left. They cheer! They boo! They cheer! They boo! Engel gains the advantadge, this time landing that kick to the gut and grabbing ahold of Simon Kalis, taking him down with a northern lights suplex. Quickly and with precision, The Virus locks in a tequila sunrise submission maneuver which has Kalis immediately reacting with pain. Masakazu seems ready to intervene, but on the outside Hayes is already there and sweeps Masakazu off his feet on the apron, Masakazu's face smashing on the side sending him backwards and onto the padded floor on ringside. Hayes grabs him by the neck and gets to one knee, choking Masakazu with one hand. Masakazu struggles, kicking and choking as he grabs Hayes' single hand with both of his. Kalis meanwhile shakes his head inbetween grimaces of pain as Engel seems determined to make the Cult Hero tap out.

Brian Rentfro: This! This ladies and gentlemen, is an all out war we are witnessing here tonight folks.

Jon McDaniel: It is Brian. It's a war for the heart and soul of the PWA itself, and The Order of Chaos is our hope to end this disease once and for all.

Brian Rentfro: Oh Lord, you're not buying into all of that are you? Don't you know the greatest tag team of all time is in this match, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn't go so far as to call The Order the greatest of all time, but certainly one of no question.

Brian Rentfro: You know I meant Second 2 None, right? Right?!

The referee is on his knees before Kalis and Engel, as Kalis continues to shake his head. On the outside, Masakazu is beginning to pass out. It's at this point he reaches slowly as far as he can underneath the ring next to him to find something while Hayes looks around at the crowd mocking them. Kalis is slipping too, his hand beginning to shake as it slowly raises. Engel nods furiously, applying more and more pressure screaming for Kalis to tap. Suddenly Masakazu pulls out a wrench from beneath the ring, and with his last ounce of strength smashes it across Jethro Hayes' face. Hayes falls back, holding his face as Masakazu's chest caves in and out heavily while he catches his breath. Kalis in the ring suddenly breaks free and screams deafeningly to hush the entire crowd. He jumps to his feet and charges forward to Engel and spears him into the corner. Kalis begins to pummel him heavily and carefully kneeing Engel in the groin sending him to the canvas in pain. Hayes is first to recover outside as Kalis climbs up to the top rope. Hayes grabs the wrench and begins repeatedly bashing it into Masakazu's face as Kalis raises his arms in the air and takes a deep breath, flying off the top rope with a stunning corkscrew shooting star press, hitting Engel dead on in the ring. Kalis is still hurt though, and notices what Hayes is doing. Hayes drops the wrench, which is now covered in Masakazu's blood with Masakazu not moving at ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Retribution! Retribution! It's been too long Kalis! Pin him! Pin Engel now and end this massacre before it gets any worse!

Brian Rentfro: Or how about save your son, you selfish dog?! Your son!

Kalis looks at Hayes on the outside, realizing what has happened but quickly hooks the leg on Engel who hasn't moved since Retribution.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Win it Kalis! Win it for the PWA!

2!

Brian Rentfro: You fool! You've just ended your sons career!

THR-ROPE BREAK!

Engel lifts his leg onto the bottom rope, breaking the count to the dismay of Kalis. Hayes wipes the blood of Masakazu on his chest and points to Kalis. Kalis stands in the middle of the ring as Engel carefully gets himself up behind him, the crowd booing vehemently as Hayes picks Masakazu up, holding him up like a broken doll. Kalis stomps his foot and cringes, moving forward and cussing Hayes out. Masakazu seems knocked out as Hayes lets go, Masakazu falling limp to the ground. EMT's are already heading to ringside. Hayes quickly grabs the headset from McDaniel as Engel creeps up behind the concerned Simon Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: So nice of you to join us, Hayes!

Jethro Hayes: Look! Just look at what you see. The Order of Chaos is finished, Brian! They are destroyed here tonight, Brian. Masakazu's career is OVER and Kalis is about to cry his eyes out like the baby he is! Poor old man! Your son is finished!

Hayes slams the headset down as Kalis looks over the top rope, yelling Masakazu's name. Everyone in the crowd is on their feet, mothers covering the eyes of their crying children in the crowd while the men all display the fascist salute towards the ring in silence. Engel grabs Kalis from behind, hooking both his arms and suplexing him back, nailing his head and shoulders on the canvas. Kalis is hurt badly now as Engel heads to the top rope with the look in his eye. The fans begin to boo heavily as Hayes raises his arms at ringside in victory as Matthew Engel flies off the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: EUTHANASIA BABY!

Jon McDaniel: WAIT! WAIT KALIS RAISED HIS KNEES AND BLOCKED IT! The fans are going NUTS Brian!

Brian Rentfro: DAMN IT!

Engel reels, holding his midsection in pain as Kalis gets to his feet. Hayes slides into the ring now and cracks his neck, as Engel begins to recover as fast as possible. The referee is demanding Hayes leave the ring, and as Kalis checks on Masakazu he sees that Masakazu is being attended to by EMTs at ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god... I think this just turned into a handicap match, Brian. Masakazu is finished. He might have a concussion, or worse. You can kill someone the way Hayes pounded that wrench into his face.

Brian Rentfro: Rest in Peace Order of Chaos.

Kalis looks at Masakazu and doesn't hide the tears in his eyes. Engel and Hayes are up now, both mocking and laughing at him. Kalis turns around and stomps his foot on the canvas, raising his right arm forward in the Order's salute. Kalis rushes forward now and double clotheselines both men, knocking Engel down but Hayes merely stumbles back onto the ropes and as he bounces off them he drops himself with his elbow out onto Kalis' chest. Hayes helps Engel to his feet now and both men grab ahold of the top rope and lay siege with their boots to Kalis' upper and lower body, Kalis raising his arms to protect himself but to futility. Engel heads to the top rope and Hayes lifts Kalis up and over his body in a powerbomb position. The dazed General of the PWA is helpless as Engel grabs him by the head on the top rope, Hayes remaining in the powerbomb position. Engel locks in as if to do a reverse DDT, and he and Hayes count together 1... 2... and Engel leaps off, twisting his body around as Hayes moves Kalis' body with Engel, Engel dropping Kalis in a reverse DDT as Hayes slams both men down with force in a massive sitdown powerbomb. The crowd shrieks as Kalis convulses in the ring from the incredible double team move as Masakazu on the outside is placed on a stretcher.

Brian Rentfro: WHOA! WHOA! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Jon McDaniel: God save us now... This cannot be happening folks. I am so sorry. I can't keep my composure right now.

Brian Rentfro: Are... Are you going to cry, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Look around you Brian, there are a lot of people in this arena crying right now. We just may be witnessing the end of The Order of Chaos, and it is a nightmare to behold the awesome power of Second 2 None.

Brian Rentfro: Finally, you admit it. Second 2 None. Still PWA Tag Team Champions!

Engel smirks as he hooks the leg on Simon Kalis, and Hayes raises his arms in victory.

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

The crowd EXPLODES into a massive chorus of cheers as Engel's eyes flash wide open as he looks up at Hayes. Both men look at Kalis who has his right arm raised as high as he can and Engel gets up, backing up for a moment. Kalis grabs ahold of the ropes and spits blood out of his mouth and shakes his head. His face wrinkles in anger as he screams "NO!" to the crowd in front of him while the blood from the impact trickles down his face, every single person in the arena rising up and saluting.

Brian Rentfro: NO! It's impossible! It's damn impossible! The referee must have counted slow!

Jon McDaniel: No Brian! Kalis is saying no! It isn't over! Lazarus was right, he'll give every dying breath to victory! My God stand up! Stand up!

Brian Rentfro: He should be dead! This should be over! He has no chance on his own!

Jon McDaniel: It's Simon *bleep*ing Kalis, Brian! RECOGNIZE! That's the sick old man everyones talking about fighting for his damn life in there!

Kalis is on his feet now as Hayes begrudgingly returns to his corner. Kalis wipes the blood from his face, stomping his foot and saluting Matthew Engel once again. Engel nods and smiles as both men begin to circle the ring, Kalis still very shaking as he attempts to keep his balance. Kalis attempts a forward thrust kick, but is now slow and sluggish and Engel easily dodges it shaking his head. Kalis nearly falls to the canvas trying to remain on his own two feet. Engel continues to shake his head as Kalis wobbles back and forth with his fists up. The referee now moves in to inform Kalis he may end the match, but Kalis pushes the referee out of the way and lunges towards Engel and slopply in his execution misses the elbow smash and lands into the turnbuckle in the corner where Jethro Hayes is. Hayes takes advantadge and drives his own elbow down hard into Kalis' spine sending him stumbling backwards where Engel catches him a Half-Nelson leg sweep. Engel quickly hooks both legs this time, pressing himself down on Kalis to keep him down.

1!

2!

THRE- KICK OUT!

Engel yells in anger as he looks back at Kalis, who spits blood in his face. Engel tries wiping his eyes as he gets to his feet, Hayes calling him to tag him in. Kalis is up, groggy and wobbly as he grabs Engel by the shoulder and turns him around. Engel has his eyes clear but Kalis gouges Engel in the eyes and then kicks him in the gut, following it up with a 3/4 neckbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Tears of Redemption! Kalis can win it!

Brian Rentfro: No way in hell, Jon. Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes are destined to be victorious, mark my words!

Kalis hooks the leg and the fans cheer wildly.

1!

Hayes climbs over the top rope.

2!

Hayes rushes towards Engel and Kalis.

THRE- Hayes stomps down on Kalis' face, breaking up the count and the fans boo loudly in anger. Hayes picks Kalis up and whips him into the ropes, and as Kalis comes back he raises his boot and nails Kalis square in the face. Hayes returns to the corner and Engel is now up, shaking the situation off. As Engel goes to tag in Hayes, the crowd errupts once more into cheers.

Brian Rentfro: Oh you've gotta be kidding me.

Jon McDaniel: MASAKAZU! HE'S BACK!

Masakazu comes bolting from backstage throwing off the neck brace into the crowd and the fans jump to their feet. He slides in, bloodied himself, as he immediately clotheslines Engel over the top rope to the outside but not before Hayes tags himself in. Hayes gets into the ring and Masakazu screams loudly as he begins headbutting Hayes repeatedly in the gut until Hayes reels over, but Hayes grabs Masakazu and knocks him in the face with a haymaker, placing Masakazu into a reverse piledriver position but Kalis is back to his feet and flies in with a flying forearm smash to Hayes' leg, forcing him to let go of Masakazu. Engel attempts to get into the ring but Kalis with a swift thrust kick to his face sends Engel falling backwards, and he hits his head on the hard announcers table taking him out. Kalis and Masakazu whip Jethro Hayes into the turnbuckle and then Masakazu whips Kalis into Hayes, who comes flying forward with both his knees up into the face of Jethro Hayes. Kalis looks at Masakazu and both men nod, and Kalis begins the process of taking Jethro Hayes up top. He struggles to even begin to lift the much bigger man, and Masakazu gets in to help push Hayes into position. Both Kalis and Masakazu's veins are popping as Kalis gets Jethro Hayes into position with Masakazu holding him up from the bottom. The cameras are flashing as Kalis stands very wobbly on the top rope with Jethro Hayes hooked into his arms upside down, Masakazu using his chest and arms to hold up the much bigger man into position. Masakazu throws himself to the outside to let Kalis fall backwards and off, and land the Sentencing of the Damned on Jethro Hayes!

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! It could be over right here folks! We are about to see new PWA Tag Team Champions! Yes! Yes! The comeback of the year right here folks!

Brian Rentfro: ...I can't believe they just managed to do that. Jesus Christ.

Kalis hooks both legs, and Masakazu tackles Engel on the outside to keep him from entering the ring. The crowd counts along.

1!

2!!

THREEEEEEE- KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

The entire arena goes into shock, especially Simon Kalis. He looks back with his eyes widened this time, to his disbelief Hayes has just kicked out.

Jon McDaniel: In ten years, Brian... Whether called X Marks The Spot or the Sentencing of the Damned... In ten years Brian, NO ONE has EVER kicked out of that finishing move Brian. No one on their best damn day can survive that.

Brian Rentfro: And you still doubt why Second 2 None is the greatest?! Jethro Hayes isn't no one, Jon. You've seen that.

Masakazu drops to his knees on the outside in disbelief, and Kalis gets to his knees and simply shakes his head. Suddenly Engel sneaks his way into the ring and Kalis is quick to get to his feet. Yet suddenly as Engel gets into the ring he comes towards Simon Kalis with High Voltage, taking The General of the PWA down and out. Masakazu slides in but is only met with the lumbering Jethro Hayes, who nails Southern Hospitality on Masakazu. The crowd jumps to their feet, booing heavily as Matthew Engel goes to the top rope. Masakazu manages to get to his feet but stumbles back and walks right into Trident from Jethro Hayes as Matthew Engel comes off the top rope, hitting Euthanasia on Simon Kalis. This time, no blocking.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! This can't be happening! Not like this! Not like this, please!

Brian Rentfro: Let there be no doubt, Jon! Who is the greatest tag team of the PWA?!

Matthew Engel covers Simon Kalis as Jethro Hayes covers Masakazu, the referee hitting the canvas for the count.

1!

2!

3!!!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winners of this match, and STILL PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.... Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes.... SECOND 2 NONE!

Many in the crowd look on, dazed looks in their face as Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes stand over the lifeless bodies of The Order of Chaos, raising the tag team titles high and proud.

Jon McDaniel: ...I can't believe it. The Order of Chaos has finally been, truly defeated.

Brian Rentfro: Finally? Did you expect a different outcome there, Jon? I told you, no matter what- The Order would finally be destroyed tonight. And they are, nothing more than lifeless corpses inside that ring. All Hail Matthew Engel! All Hail Jethro Hayes! All Hail Second 2 None! They have done what no other team could do, and that is beat the piss out of those two laid out in the ring right now Jon. You cannot deny they won this thing fair and square.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe so, that's up for debate. But don't forget one thing, Brian. It took everything they had, Brian. They had to throw everything and then some to take down The Order and don't think this is over by any stretch of the imagination. There will be a new dawn in the PWA folks, there is still hope. There is still hope.

Brian Rentfro: Not for Simon Kalis. Not for Masakazu. For them, there is no hope Jon. None.

Simon Kalis vs The Irish Phoenix

Who's The Man!? Finals


Brian Rentfro: Well Second 2 None has cleared out of the ring and gone backstage, but as we can all clearly see Simon Kalis and Masakazu remain in the ring following their incredible defeat at the hands of the best duo in the business.

Jon McDaniel: Well it's because Simon Kalis has another match here folks, right away following the tag title match. I'm hoping he doesn't let the Order's failure to recapture those titles effect him mentally here. It will certainly effect him physically. I think there's a debate going on whether Kalis should be taken to hospital and him forfeit his place, resulting in an automatic win for The Irish Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: No, he'll never accept that.

Simon Kalis sits perched on the top turnbuckle in one corner with a huge bottle of water in his hand which he drinks and uses to clean the blood off of his face. Kalis smokes on a cigarette, with the entire crowd behind him anxious as Masakazu holds onto the ropes to help him stand as both men talk to each other. It's at this point a few officials arrive from backstage and enter the ring, coming over and talking to Masakazu. Kalis drops the water bottle and hops down, saluting his son as he is escorted away from ringside.

Jon McDaniel: They are escorting Masakazu away from ringside, for obvious reasons.

Brian Rentfro: And they're searching Simon Kalis for any more guns.

Kalis is patted down by the officials properly this time, where they discover he has a 38 snub nosed revolver tucked into his boot. They confiscate it, but Kalis laughs it off as he groggily perches himself back onto the top of one of the turnbuckles as his theme song, "Victory" by Nas featuring John Legend begins to play.

Eric Emerson: The following match is schedueled for one pinfall, and is The PWA's Who's The Man?! Tournament FINALS!

Kalis looks around dazed trying to shake everything off, as the crowd roars with cheers.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, already here with us at ringside... He is one half of The Order of Chaos... Simon Kalis THE GLORIOUS!

Kalis jumps down from his perch on the top rope and throws his arms into the air, nodding his head to the cheers of the fans, but he still staggers throughout the ring unable to stand firm in one position.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't fair, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Oh? He chose this. Seldon warned him! Everyone warned him! The only person who believed he'd be here is Corey Lazarus. All that "death row" bred bull****!

Jon McDaniel: Laz is the only one who ever faced Kalis back then, maybe he knows something we all don't.

Brian Rentfro: In his heart, he knows Phoenix is about to win this thing in less than five minutes.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, his opponent.
Thing of Beauty by Hothouse Flowers begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and green pyros flare from the ring posts.

Eric Emerson: He is The Irish Phoenix!

The Phoenix and the Smoking Leprechaun walk out to the entrance ramp and head to the ring. The Smoking Leprechaun is forced to head backstage and return there as The Irish Phoenix walks up the steps to the rings. The fans boo Phoenix as he walks right into the ring with a smile beneath his mask. He stands face to face with Simon Kalis who uses much energy just to stand straight and look Phoenix in the eyes.

Brian Rentfro: The Phoenix versus Simon Kalis IV. Let the war begin!

DING DING DING

The calm explodes as Kalis immediately headbutts Phoenix, which has a much more adverse effect on Kalis than it does Phoenix who steps back from recoil, but Kalis stumbles back dazed. Phoenix checks his forehead for blood, but it's Kalis'. Phoenix lunges forward and hits a power clothesline on the dazed Simon Kalis who hits the canvas hard and is already barely moving. Phoenix quickly gets down and hooks the leg, smelling victory.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Kalis shakes his head and pushes Phoenix off of him, grabbing onto the ropes to pull himself up. Phoenix charges with Kalis' back to him, but Kalis also a veteran senses this and side steps Phoenix, grabbing ahold of him and hitting a Russian leg sweep taking both men to the canvas. Kalis rolls away and tries to catch his breath, but Phoenix is back up even quicker and runs towards Kalis, lifting his boot up into the downed Cult Hero's face. Kalis' head snaps back, hitting the bottom turnbuckle and leaving him exposed. Phoenix steps back and begins yelling at Kalis to get up and fight, but Kalis remains dazed in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Just disqualify that boy. The Phoenix is our man.

Jon McDaniel: I think you're underestimating the cunning nature of our General. When strong, appear weak remember?

Brian Rentfro: No... after the tag match, that's more than an appearance of weakness Jon.

Some fans at ringside throw bandanas into the ring, and Kalis sees this. Pulling himself up he twists his neck around and moves forward towards Phoenix. Phoenix with a quick right, but Kalis dodges it if only barely to land a rising knee into Phoenix's gut. As Phoenix keels over, Kalis grabs ahold of him and jumps upwards, hitting his feet off the middle ropes and bouncing off them, twisting around with Phoenix's head locked into his right arm as he drops him with a hard and unorthodox DDT to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: You wanted a fight?! Here's a fight!

Brian Rentfro: Psssh, lucky.

Kalis and Phoenix begin getting to their feet, and Phoenix is up first. He grabs Kalis by the neck and throws a stiff right into his face. Kalis recoils but doesn't fall back as Phoenix holds onto him, laying in right after right. Finally Kalis replies by sweeping his whole body to one side, using his legs to trip Phoenix to the canvas. Kalis locks in a figure four leg lock quickly and starts applying pressure on the Phoenix, but it doesn't take Phoenix long to out muscle The General of the PWA and turn himself over, reversing the hold and now causing Kalis to struggle in pain.

Brian Rentfro: Well that backfired, didn't it?

Jon McDaniel: Unfortunately, yes.

A tug of war ensues, as Phoenix claws his way backwards away from the ropes to prevent Kalis from breaking the hold that route. Kalis' nails scratch the canvas as Phoenix pulls both of them away into the middle of the ring. Kalis shakes his head continously to the official, not willing to surrender. Finally Kalis re-reverses the hold by turning himself back into his original position but he lets go and winces in pain. Phoenix is quick to get up and he flips himself onto the top rope coming back far enough to make his knees land on Kalis' face with a springboard moonsault. Kalis coughs more blood as he was in the tag title match yet he gets himself to his feet. As Phoenix begins to move in on him however, Kalis cannot keep himself standing and falls back down to the canvas to the boos of the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't looking good at all, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: What?! This is looking GREAT!

Phoenix lifts Kalis up by the head, but as he lifts Kalis up Kalis responds with a Japanese Arm Drag sending Phoenix to the canvas. As Phoenix gets to his feet Kalis jumps onto and begins to run along the middle rope very quickly and carefully before jumping once more onto the middle turnbuckle in the corner and coming off with a sideways thrust kick straight to the head of The Irish Phoenix. Phoenix hits the canvas and holds his head as Kalis stumbles forward and uses the ropes to keep himself on his feet. Kalis turns his head to look back as The Phoenix gets to his feet, Kalis still bleeding from the previous match only minutes ago. He wipes the blood from his face and pushes his chest against the ropes, springboarding himself off them once more into a summersault flip but Phoenix catches him, spinning around and dropping him hard with a sudden and crushing running bodyslam.

Brian Rentfro: Just when he thought he was mounting a comeback, he gets knocked down yet again!

Phoenix lifts Kalis up and whips him into the ropes, and as Kalis comes back towards him Phoenix hits him with a flying lariat knocking Kalis back down to the canvas. The crowd begins to boo as Phoenix, using the ropes as leverage, chokes Kalis with his boot to Kalis' throat. The referee begins to count to force Phoenix to break the count and he does. Phoenix lifts Kalis up and whips him into the corner, following him and running but Kalis lifts himself up and lands a big boot to Phoenix's face. Phoenix comes back quickly however and charges Kalis back into the corner. Phoenix climbs up, and begins beating down Kalis in the face to open his wound up moreso with heavy fists. Kalis grabs onto Phoenix by his legs and begins running forward but before he can drop Phoenix, Phoenix slides down and reverses the move into a crushing facebuster on Kalis, leaving him flattened in the ring. Phoenix hooks both of Kalis' legs for the pin.

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2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Phoenix looks up at the referee and shakes his head in disbelief. The crowd errupts into cheers as Kalis rolls away and out of the ring for a moment. Kalis stumbles into the barrier seperating the fans from ringside and is drenched in cold water and hugs by some of the fans at ringside. Kalis holds onto them as he struggles to breathe, Phoenix unamused in the ring. They help Kalis drink some water and one female fan rubs his face in her chest, soaking up some blood in her white t-shirt.

Brian Rentfro: Hey Jon, look. It's like the shroud of turin on her breats. But instead of our Lord's face, it's that jackass Simon Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: That was wrong on so many levels, Brian.

Phoenix isn't wasting any more time as the referees count hits six, he leap frogs over the top rope but the fans warn Kalis who turns around swinging his elbow, catching Phoenix directly in the face knocking him to the ground. Kalis begins stomping down on The Irish Phoenix on the outside, and the referee restarts his count from zero. Kalis leaves Phoenix on the outside and rolls into the ring, remaining laid out on the canvas catching his breath. Phoenix gets to his feet as the count hits six once again and slides in and Kalis quickly gets himself up but Phoenix with a stiff hard right sends Kalis reeling back. Kalis puts a hand up as Phoenix knocks him again with a left this time. Kalis falls to one knee laughing as Phoenix winds up and superkicks Kalis square in the jaw, sending The Cult Hero down to the canvas. Phoenix hops up onto the top rope and signals the end as he flies off with The Ashes, a flying elbow drop which lands square in Kalis' upper chest area. Kalis recoils and then remains motionless. Phoenix points to the sky as he hooks one of Kalis' legs with his back to Kalis' chest. The crowd goes silent!

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THRE-ROPE BREAK!

Kalis puts his left foot on the bottom rope out of instinct and the referee tells Phoenix the match will continue. Phoenix gets up and shoves the referee back, and the ref warns Phoenix he will be DQed if he repeats that. Phoenix gets himself back to the top rope and flies off with a magnificent shooting star press, landing perfectly on Simon Kalis. He drags Kalis by the arm and moves him to the center of the ring, and Kalis' eyes are not even open. Phoenix drops back onto Kalis with one more sudden elbow drop to the chest and hooks the leg.

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THR-KICK OUT!

Phoenix is livid in the ring as he can't believe it. Kalis opens his eyes and smirks as Phoenix slams his fists on the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: What? Does this guy not die?! That must be going through Phoenix's mind right now.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis is halfway to another coma, but he won't give in until he's dead Brian. It's what he was taught. No surrender! No surrender, Simon!

Brian Rentfro: Sit back down, Jon.

Phoenix has had enough as he picks Kalis up again. But Kalis throws a European uppercut out of nowhere, catching Phoenix off guard. Kalis begins a quick succession of muay thai angle kicks to Phoenix's face, following him as he stumbles back and alternating between both legs. Phoenix falls to his knees and Kalis falls back, completing the sequence for his finisher Sincerely! on Phoenix. The crowd errupts into cheers as Kalis crawls over and drapes his body over The Irish Phoenix, barely able to hook his leg.

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THR-KICK OUT!

Phoenix kicks out and awakens with a fire as he throws the General of the PWA off of him. Phoenix flips himself in the air landing a senton splash easily on Kalis. He doesn't pin however as he lifts Kalis up by the neck. Kalis attempts to mule kick Phoenix but Phoenix catches the foot and then sweeps Kalis off of his other foot, dropping his elbow deep into Kalis' thigh. He gets back up and helps Kalis to his feet, whipping him into the rope and as Kalis comes back hitting Kalis with a swinging neckbreaker taking him down and out. The crowd boos at every attack Phoenix makes, and cheers at every attempt Kalis makes. Phoenix picks Kalis up however, and sets him up for the end as he lifts him up and then drops him back down hard with The Flames! The crowd errupts into boo's as Phoenix gets up, taunting them before dropping to his knees and rolling both of Kalis' legs up, hooking for the pinfall. It's as he does this does the crowd errupt into a trance-like chant.

Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

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Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

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Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

THRE-KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Phoenix sits up in shock, not even in anger as he looks back down at Kalis who's bleeding and so weak he can barely stand.

Brian Rentfro: HOW?! HOW?!

Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Jon McDaniel: Don't you hear it?! The crowd is feeding Simon Kalis! They are feeding him strength and power to continue to fight!

As the crowds chants grow even louder and louder, Simon Kalis gets up very carefully. He stands up on his feet and is now face to face with The Irish Phoenix. The crowd continues and Kalis stomps his foot and points to the crowd as he pounds his chest and salutes them, the crowd returning the salute in kind. They continue to chant and Kalis slowly raises his hands and nods his head the blood drying over his face as he breathes deep. Phoenix stands back, gazing into the crowd as they chant and repeat the salute to Kalis who continues to stomp and slowly raise his hands into the air, screaming when they reach peak.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think this match is over, Brian. It's only just begun!

Kalis rushes forward and unleashes a flurry of lefts and rights, bouncing The Irish Phoenix back and forth between his fists. Kalis whips Phoenix into the ropes and hits a heavy angle kick on his way back to knock him to the ground. Phoenix is back up quickly but Kalis is suddenly bouncing around the ring slapping his chest and motioning Phoenix to come get him. Phoenix moves in and both men grapple now, a war of power beginning. Phoenix wins, hitting a sudden snap suplex on Kalis. But Kalis jumps back to his feet screaming as the chants of the crowd remain deafening. Phoenix and Kalis grapple once again, this time Phoenix double underhooking Kalis' arms as he places him between his legs, but before The Phoenix can drop him with a facebuster Kalis uses all his strength to lift Phoenix up and hang him upside down on his back, running forward and dropping Phoenix with an in-ring version of Sentencing of the Damned. Kalis uses the ropes to bring himself back up and throws a middle finger in the air to the crowd screaming as they salute him with a middle finger happily back.

Brian Rentfro: What the?!?!

Jon McDaniel: End it, Simon! Pin him! Pin him!

Kalis springboards himself off the top rope hitting a sudden moonsault on Phoenix and hooking the leg quickly!

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TH-KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

The Phoenix throws an arm up wildly, shaking his head. Kalis jumps up to his feet and extends a hand to The Phoenix to help him up. As Phoenix gets to his feet both men back away from each other and begin circling each other in the ring, exchanging inaudible words between one another. Kalis' eyes express ice in his veins as he throws his arms up and and laughs, while Phoenix looks on with the eyes of a wild fire as both men continue to circle each other like sharks in the water. Kalis stops and salutes The Phoenix, dead serious in his expression. Phoenix calmly nods in understanding before both men rush towards each other and break out into a brawl. A left from Kalis and a right from Phoenix at the same moment send both men reeling back. Kalis attempts a kick in the gut but Phoenix raises his knee to block it. Phoenix attempts an uppercut but Kalis blocks it with his arm, pulling it away. Kalis attempts a headbutt once more but Phoenix dodges it endning up with Kalis' head on his shoulder. But as Phoenix attempts to grab ahold of Kalis, The Cult Hero side steps him and both men end up circling each other once again.

Jon McDaniel: THIS! This ladies and gentlemen is what I'm talking about! These men ARE the men!

Brian Rentfro: It's Phoenix's time to be The Man! It's been ten years too long for this moment, Jon. He built the PWA, Jon! You cannot deny he is legendary!

Jon McDaniel: I won't deny that! But Kalis is literally here giving every ounce of blood in his body and every breath of air in his lungs for this! For the PWA! He is becoming legend tonight, folks!

Brian Rentfro: Cut short when Phoenix defeats him!

Simon Kalis reaches into his shirt, pulling out the Death Row medallion he has always worn for so many years and ripping it from his neck. He throws it into the crowd and points up to the rafters where the banner of the PWA hangs high and proud, pointing to Phoenix and himself. Both men rush forward and as Kalis goes to grapple Phoenix spins himself around and grabs Kalis from behind hitting a belly to back suplex on The Cult Hero. Phoenix doesn't let go as he brings Kalis up again, and nails him again with the suplex. As he brings him up a third time however, Kalis fights out and pushes Phoenix up and over him, latching onto The Phoenix and dropping him down hard onto the canvas with a devastating piledriver. Kalis doesn't let him fall forward however as he stands up again, the veins in his neck popping as he lifts the heavier Phoenix up again and drops him with another piledriver. Kalis doesn't let up as he lifts The Irish Phoenix up once again for a third time. Yet it is now Phoenix who reverses, putting his hands down and using them to push himself up in a brilliant move of agility, placing himself up on top of Kalis' shoulders and flipping back with Kalis locked in his legs for a reverse hurricanrana. The crowd cheers both men now for the spectacle, as both Phoenix and Kalis remain on the canvas motionless.

Brian Rentfro: Wow....

Jon McDaniel: ...wow.

Brian Rentfro: You almost, don't even want this match to end anymore.

Jon McDaniel: This is epic, Brian. This is the PWA at it's finest.

The Phoenix is the first to make a move but it backfires as Simon Kalis whips him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a flying lariat to the back of Phoenix's head. Kalis immediately goes to work, climbing up the turnbuckle and double underhooking Phoenix along the way, straining as he lifts him up onto his back and carefully climbs to the top. He nearly loses his balance but Kalis stands up now on the top rope, with The Phoenix hooked upside down behind him. The camera's flash as Kalis drops back to the ring, slamming Phoenix down on the back of his neck and shoulders.

Jon McDaniel: SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED! It has to be over now, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: No!!! Not like this!

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DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: The winner of Who's The Man?! 2010... Simon Kalis... THE GLORIOUS!

As "Victory" hits over the speakers, Masakazu comes running out from backstage all wrapped in gauze and bandaging from injuries sustained earlier in the evening. As the referee raises Simon Kalis' hand, Kalis collapses to the canvas on his knees in complete pain. As Masakazu enters the ring to check on his father, two hooded men seem to be moving through the crowd towards front row. Phoenix sits up in a daze and realizes what's just happened as Masakazu helps Simon Kalis up. Kalis looks towards Phoenix and extends his hand to help him up, and as he does Kalis raises The Irish Phoenix's hands in respect. They share a few words as Phoenix slides out of the ring and heads backstage now.

Jon McDaniel: Three matches tonight, Brian. Two back to back massacres, and Simon Kalis is still standing.

Brian Rentfro: Not for long I think, look into the front row.

Masakazu pulls out a chain from his pocket and smiles. Kalis smiles back as Masakazu places the chain over Kalis' head to replace his old Death Row medallion. This new chain simply states "Pioneer Wrestling" with the Order of Chaos skull emblem between the two words. Masakazu holds his father up as the crowd cheers wildly. It is then both men see the three hooded figures in the crowd. The two hooded figures raise their heads, saluting Simon Kalis and Masakazu in The Order of Chaos fashion. Masakazu lets go of his father and both Kalis and Masakazu salute the men back.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is going on?

Jon McDaniel: I think that's...

Kalis and Masakazu roll out of the ring and embrace the two hooded figures, whose cloaks fall off.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God... I think those are the Lucas Knight and the retired Pete Ebdon. The original Order of Chaos with Simon Kalis!

Kalis and Masa hop the barrier and join Ebdon and Knight in the crowd as all four men make their exit through the jubilant crowd.

Brian Rentfro: You don't think....

Jon McDaniel: No, they're here as spectators Brian. Here to celebrate with an old friend.

Brian Rentfro: Regardless, things are only going to get crazier tonight. You do realize what's next don't you?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah... Pure Honor.

Riona Langly vs Laura Estella

Gauntlet Match #5 - Pure Honor Rules Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen. This next match is scheduled for one fall and is your main event for the Unified PWA World Championship!

It gets quite a cheer.

Eric Emerson: This was match will be contested under Pure Rules. There will be a strict twenty count upheld on the floor and a five count on the ropes. Each participant will also have three rope breaks for submissions and pin falls. Once all of a competitors rope breaks have been used the ropes are no longer in play for them and may not be used to force a break.

A little cheer.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first in the corner to my right, standing in at Five foot Nine, weighing in at One Hundred, Forty pounds… RIONA… LANGLY!

Riona steps forward into the cheers from her fans. There’s even a chant of her name.

Brian Rentfro: Think we have our fan favourite.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent in the corner to my left, standing in at Five foot Nine and weighing in at One Hundred, Thirty-Five pounds…

Laura cuts him off whispering something in his ear. He gives her a look but she whirls her hands to make him go on.

Eric Emerson: And is the current reigning PWA World Champion…

A mix reaction to say the least. Riona rolls her eyes as Laura throws her belt in the air.

Eric Emerson: LAURA… ESTELLA!

Another cheer, for her, both of them, as Eric Emerson departs the ring while Laura and Riona step up to the centre of the ring. The referee gives them the run down of the rules again.

Jon McDaniel: And for the final time tonight we are under way. These two have fought long and hard to get here, now it’s a question of just what do they have left.

The referee calls for the bell and the fans start to cheer as Laura and Riona begin to circle. The two get closer and it’s Riona who strikes first, landing a stiff leg kick that clatters against Laura’s not long ago injured knee. There’s some noise from the fans.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona strikes first.

Brian Rentfro: On her injured leg no less. Looks like Riona wasn’t lying when she said she was coming her to win.

Laura gives her a look that’s shared by Riona. Laura returns with a smile though, and sets off again trying to catch her. Riona doesn’t let up though, scoring kicks where she can to try and give her the early advantage. Laura winces every time but she doesn’t back down, and manages to fake her out on one before scoring with the single leg to put Riona on her back. Laura holds on her leg and hooks it around her body, but at the same time she gives up her back, allowing Riona to secure a Rear Chin Lock. Laura cuts her loses quickly and let’s go, jumping back to her feet and making some space.

Brian Rentfro: Laura is no slouch but Riona won’t give her an inch.

Jon McDaniel: We’ve got two of our top stars squaring off and both of them want it. This has all the makings of a classic wrestling match.

Riona climbs back to her feet and leans into the ropes, sizing her opponent up. Across the ring Laura bounces on her toes, doing her best to show no signs of wear for the evening. The two then move to go at it again. This time Riona forgoes trying to chop her down again and reaches out a hand. Laura obliges but gets caught with a drop down and go behind. Laura braces for a Suplex but Riona goes with an ankle pick instead. Laura goes face down and Riona crosses her legs, Indian style, into a knee submission. Laura keeps both her arms in to prevent anything more.

Brian Rentfro: Riona on top.

Jon McDaniel: You have to think it’s her match to win Brian.

Brian Rentro: Laura is a fighter though. She might not be as well known a technical wrestler as Riona, but she’s a straight up fighter who has shown a lot in such a short time here.

Jon McDaniel: Gotta think these stipulations don’t do her any favours though. Not with a wrestler like Riona on the other side of the ring.

Laura decides to hold her ground rather than tier herself out, forcing Riona to work for a new position. Riona then frees Laura’s legs and rolls over into a grounded Headlock. She doesn’t hold it for long though before Laura gets her legs under her and takes the fight back standing. Laura then slips out into a Hammerlock, kicking out a leg for good measure to put Riona on her knees.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Laura is no slouch in a straight up wrestling match.

Jon McDaniel: It’s true she’s had training from some of the best.

Riona is down but not out, and doesn’t look overly concerned as Laura plies on the pressure. Riona then reaches up and catches an arm around Laura’s neck. Laura leans back on instinct, allowing Riona to get her feet and then throw her off with a Snapmare. Laura rolls to her feet and spies Riona coming. She throws up an elbow but it slips through the air as Riona ducks under. Riona then leaps up for another attack, and falls back into the ropes, just in time to avoid a crushing Backfist swat that parts the air just above her head. It gets a rise out the fans.

Brian Rentfro: Riona is suddenly a shade paler after that shot.

Jon McDaniel: Can’t say I blame her. Laura said she was prepared to do what it takes, and it looks like she’s sticking to that promise.

Riona seems shaken as she lunges into a takedown, managing to get caught in the process as Laura takes her back. Laura is on top and tries for a choke, but Riona makes a show of it and gets her over to her back. Riona then spins out of Laura’s grasp and lands on top. She then jumps back to her feet, catches Laura’s leg and steps over into a Toe-Hold. She then looks to finish the lock as Laura pushes forward into the ropes. Riona holds on for the count of four for good measure before backing away.

Jon McDaniel: Riona going for the Painkiller Overdose early and forcing Laura to sacrifice a rope break.

Brian Rentfro: And she doesn’t look happy about it.

Laura pounds the mat in frustration as she sits up on the mat. Riona just takes her place in a corner across the ring, content to let her think about it.

Eric Emerson: Laura Estella has lost one rope break and has two remaining.

Laura hammers the mat a second time before she gets back to her feet. She does her best not to let it get her though as she and Riona meet again. This time they lock up and clinch with Laura immediately taking charge with a Judo Hip-Throw that puts Riona to the ground and into a Headlock. Riona gets her legs up though and pulls Laura over into a Headscissors for her trouble.

Jon McDaniel: Laura is fighting a losing battle at this point.

Brian Rentfro: she’s letting Riona get to her. She might have had a mental advantage coming in but she’s giving it away right now trying to fight her game.

Laura manages to swing around and get her feet on the floor. From her she forces up into a headstand before rolling over on top. The referee jumps down for the cover but Riona bridges up, hooks her arms, twists and pulls Laura down into a Backslide.


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Jon McDaniel: And out.

Laura escapes, rolling over onto her feet and locking in a Double Underhook. Laura pulls Riona to her feet before driving a knee into her gut and then dropping back into a roll that lands her in a seated Butterfly Lock. The fans give a little cheer but Laura can’t her hands locked, allowing Riona to get her arms free and around Laura’s waist. Laura latches on to a Front Chancery but Riona gets her over onto her back and latches onto a leg. It takes a moment but she finally pops out her head, catches a leg and twists around into a Kneebar.

Jon McDaniel: Riona on her again.

Brian Rentfro: And she keeps going back to that knee.

Laura immediately reaches for the ropes but relents, knowing the cost. Instead she tries to kick her off but Riona is tenacious, latching on and synching it in deep, leaving Laura with no option but to take the ropes to.

Eric Emerson: Laura Estella has lost two rope breaks and has one remaining.

Riona relinquishes again and takes up position across the ring as Laura sits up in the corner, working the kinks out of her leg. Riona waits her out but seems to be losing her cool the longer she takes.

Jon McDaniel: Laura taking her time while Riona sizes up her next attack.

Brian Rentfro: You notice that, thus far, Riona hasn’t actually gone out of her way to hurt her. She’s trying to win but not finish her off. That might come back to haunt her.

Riona moves in on the attack, just in time to get low bridged by Laura and sent out to the floor. Riona finds her feet at the ring apron but gets caught as Laura sends her into the rail Baseball Slide. Riona hits the rail hard and Laura follows her to the floor, unleashing a few well placed shots for good measure.

Brian Rentfro: Laura comes out swinging, and all of a sudden this fight isn’t so one sided.

Jon McDaniel: She said she wanted it. Now she’s going to have to prove it.

The referee starts to count as Laura whips Riona into the guardrail. The second referee moves in and admonishes Laura, but that doesn’t stop her from taking off on a run and annihilating Riona with a kick, crushing her head between the sole of her foot and the guardrail. The fans rise as Laura jumps back in the ring. The count is at 6.

Brian Rentfro: Riona is down and the count is getting dangerously close.

Jon McDaniel: The count out win will still be enough to clinch the title. Riona is in real trouble here.

Riona is still down, struggling by the count of 10, a gash opened up down the side of her head. By 15 she’s up, struggling with the fans cheering her on. 18 and she hits the ring, barely and rolls under the ropes to a standing ovation as Laura goes for the cover.


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Jon McDaniel: Riona throws up a shoulder to keep herself in the game, but she’s definitely hurt.

Brian Rentfro: I’m not sure you could argue that Laura is the better striker, but she certainly seems to be the more ruthless of the two.

Laura pulls Riona up but she shrugs her off and falls to a knee. Laura catches her around the head though and wheels her around into knee in the gut to double her over, before she pulls her down into knee between the eyes that further rips the gash across her head. Riona stagger back into the ropes, bounces and walks into a Spinning Backfist from Laura. Riona gets a foot up though, kicking back her hand, spinning her around again and then jacking her jaw with a jaw with an elbow that puts her on the back foot. Laura responds in kind and has her back peddling, giving up just enough distance for Riona to catch her with the Superkick.

Brian Rentfro: Reality Check!

Jon McDaniel: Laura has her hurt but Riona is coming back strong.

Laura goes down into the ropes and Riona drags her out into the corner. She then softens her up with a stiff elbow before propping her up on the corner, taking a leg and then hauling her back to the floor with a top-rope Dragon Screw.

Brian Rentfro: Some big time offense from Riona.

Jon McDaniel: And even with Laura opening her up she still keeps going back to that same game plan.

Laura goes down clutching her knee as Riona moves in to finish. As she hooks a leg though, Laura rolls her into a tight Small Package.

Jon McDaniel: A cover out of nowhere, and Riona can’t get free.


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Riona has an arm free, and has no choice but to grab the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Riona takes one in return.

Riona looks stunned as she sits up, her heart racing as she gets her feet.

Eric Emerson: Laura Estella has lost one rope break and has two remaining.

Riona is up and pulls Laura to her feet with a Front Facelock. Laura spins out though and comes back around with a Forearm strike of her own. The two separate but come back with the same idea, landing simultaneous Yakuza Kicks that stagger them both once again. Riona goes into the ropes and Laura takes a knee. She smiles at her again.

Jon McDaniel: They’re really going back and forth here, but Laura actually seems to be enjoying it.

Laura launches a back elbow that gets ducked while Riona catches her free arm, spins her around into a kick to the gut and then lights her up with a Roaring elbow.

Jon McDaniel: Riona finally bringing out the big guns.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like she’s here to win after all.

Laura loses her footing and goes down into the ropes again, making easy pickings for Riona as she latches onto her leg, lifting her up onto her shoulder and dropping Laura down into a Knee Breaker. Riona then sets her up for another Dragon Screw but Laura reels her in and sinks the point of her elbow into the top of Riona’s head. Riona sees the shot coming and covers up, but Laura comes in low with a leg sweep that drops Riona to the floor. Riona then sits up, just in time to see Laura rushing her with a Clothesline. Riona ducks her head though and catches an arm, pulling Laura down into a Crucifix Roll-Up.


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And Laura powers over onto her feet and rises up, holding on tight, gritting her teeth and dragging Riona up with her on her shoulders. Laura then hooks her leg, pivots and drives Riona into the mat with a Death Valley Driver.

Brian Rentfro: Big big time damage by Laura, and she keeps on her for the cover.


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Jon McDaniel: Riona kicks out, and Laura is really starting to look hurt.

It takes time for Laura to get back up. Her leg clearly starting to hurt as she hobbles around the ring, she raises Riona up by a hand and then rips off a chop across her chest before Riona answers with one of her own. Laura hits a second, then a forearm for good measure, prompting Riona to take her down with an inside leg kick. It doesn’t keep Laura down, but it’s enough of an opening for Riona to latch onto a standing Arm-Triangle.

Brian Rentfro: Tourniquet!

Jon McDaniel: She’s going to finish her.

Riona chokes the lift out of her before kicking out her legs and dropping back, spiking Laura face first into the mat.

Brian Rentfro: She hit it! She hit it big!

Riona is slow into the cover, but she gets it.


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Brian Rentfro: 3!

Jon McDaniel: No! Laura has enough left to kick up a shoulder. Riona is in shock.

The fans are in an uproar as Riona gets up to her knees, her face a picture as blood seeps down her face and through her hair. There’s no quit in her though, and she catches Laura’s leg in step over.

Jon McDaniel: The Painkiller Overdose again! And this time she’s really cranking on it.

There’s barely a noise out of Laura, too spent from the night, but the pain is etched on her face as she struggles, limply in the hold. The ropes are near but just out of reach, not to mention only having one break left.

Riona Langly: It’s over, just tap, you can’t win.

Riona’s words only seem to spur her on, and she crawls with one arm, one leg, utterly determined and unable to give in. Riona can feel the hold slipping and wrenches it in deeper, but it’s too late, and Laura reaches the ropes. The fans let out a collective cheer.

Eric Emerson: Laura Estella has now used all three of her rope breaks. She may no longer use the ropes to break both pins and submissions.

Jon McDaniel: Laura is all out of rope breaks, Riona is still safe with hers and Laura appears to be hurting. This isn’t looking good.

Brian Rentfro: She’s still fighting though. There’s no quit in this girl! In either of them!

Riona backs up to give Laura some space; who drags herself up with whatever strength she has left. Laura gets as far as her knees before Riona scoops up a handful of hair. She looks remorseful, but that doesn’t stop her bringing Laura to her feet and sizing her up for another elbow. Laura pushes her off though and sends Riona back into the ropes. She then comes back around, looking a little perturbed, and steps right into a Spinning Backfist.

Jon McDaniel: The Uraken, out of nowhere! Riona’s head snaps back and she might be out on her feet.

Brian Rentfro: It’s a last ditch effort, but it could be enough!

Riona spins on one leg, turning the other direction and right into a School Boy (girl) roll up. Laura turns it over onto her back to pile on the pressure.


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Brian Rentfro: No!

Jon McDaniel: Riona looks shocked, but none the less she’s still alive.

Riona explodes out of the cover as Laura goes over onto her front, spent. Riona sits up and looks dazed as she mops back her hair, but she doesn’t slow down, and is quick to her feet with Laura in toe. This time she doesn’t wait around, scoring one Elbow from each side before coming roaring with the third that blasts Laura, jacks her jaw and sends her into the ropes. Laura falls back, putting her guard up for good measure, only to walk right back into a kick to the stomach. Riona then doubles her over, looking pained at what she’s about to do.

Brian Rentfro: Could it be?

Jon McDaniel: She’s got nothing left. It’s gotta be the Devolution.

Riona ponders her step for a moment, letting herself breath before she slinks down to lock her arms around her gut. It’s a moment too long though as Laura drops to her knees and explodes with a takedown. Needless to say Riona is surprised, and never more so than when Laura doubles over, stacks her up on her shoulders and sits down on her for the cover.

Brian Rentfro: Out of nowhere! And the cover!

Jon McDaniel: there’s nowhere for Riona to go!


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Brian Rentfro: She got it! It’s over!

And the fans are in an uproar.

Jon McDaniel: She got her with the Hovering Butterfly, one of Lisa Seldon’s moves.

Brian Rentfro: She had to reach down deep to find something; otherwise she was going home the loser tonight. She knew what she had to do to get this and nothing was going to stop her.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and NEW PWA UNDISPUTED CHAMPION… LAURA… ESTELLA!!!

Natural Born Killas blares over the speakers as Laura gets to her knees. The referee then hands her the belt which she dumps in her lap. It takes her a moment to realise she’s won. That’s when she pulls the title into her chest, shedding a tear.

Jon McDaniel: This is a big moment Brian. You can feel it.

Laura struggles to her feet and falls into the ropes, using them to prop her up as she hoists her title into the air. Across the ring Riona looks, well, disappointed. She clambers back up and approaches Laura, turning her around… and then holding out a hand. Laura considers for a moment… then accepts.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like they’ve completely gotten over spending all night punching each other in the face.

Riona then turns Laura back around and hoists her arm in the air. Laura uses the other to hold up her belt before falling into the ropes. She’s spent, broken but she’s a champion none the less.

Jon McDaniel: Our new PWA Undisputed Champion. Laura Estella.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, I really should have brought my viagra tonight.

Jon McDaniel: Are you kidding me!?

Brian Rentfro: That's it for us, folks. Join us next week in the Who's the Man?! aftermath on Sunday Night Rampage! I'm Brian Rentfro, and with me always is Jon McDaniel. Good night, and--

"Thing of Beauty" by the Hothouse Flowers starts to play over the arena's sound system and is met with a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: This just figures. The Irish Phoenix may not be the PWA's Franchise, but he's not going to let that stop him from inserting himself into this historic event.

Brian Rentfro: Cut him some slack, Jon! He is the last legend on the roster, after all! Simon Kalis may have won the tournament, but we all know that the Irish Phoenix is the real Franchise of the PWA! Face it, he's the most important guy on the show, so if he wants to get involved we should just consider ourselves lucky.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder if the real reason he signed that Guinness contract was to pay your salary.

Instead of the Irish Phoenix, the Smoking Leprechaun Monkey comes out to the top of the ramp and the crowd erupts in cheers. The SLM grins from huge chimp ear to huge chimp ear, does a little bow and starts to do a little monkey dance to the music.

Brian Rentfro: The Irish Phoenix won't be happy about this! He's already miffed that the Smoking Leprechaun Monkey has been getting so much attention.

Jon McDaniel: Are you kidding me? You think the monkey cued up the music and came out here on his own?

Brian Rentfro: Chimps are very smart, Jon.

Behind the announce table, the Irish Phoenix comes out of the crowd. He's dressed in jeans and a black Guinness t-shirt but does have his green mask on and is carrying a child's replica belt from the merchandise stands.

Jon McDaniel: And here comes the other shoe...

The Irish Phoenix makes a beeline for senior referee Lance Weston, who is holding all three title belts, the Global, the World, and the new Unified belt. Robinson grabs the Global belt but Weston won't let go!

Jon McDaniel: Everyone in the ring is too busy watching the Smoking Leprechaun to come to Lance Weston's aid!

Weston and Robinson tug back and forth on the Global title for a second until the Irish Phoenix gets annoyed and stomps Weston's foot. Weston lets go of the belt and the Irish Phoenix snaps it around his waist, tosses the replica toy belt to Weston and runs around the ring and back up the ramp. On his way up, he takes the Smoking Leprechaun Monkey's hand and heads backstage.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell was that all about? Why would Robinson bother stealing a title belt that's getting retired tonight? It isn't like he's getting a title shot out it.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, Rob owns the Global title belt, remember? It was the belt from the first wrestling company he ran, back before the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: I thought that Mark Sommers bought it from him.

Brian Rentfro: Nope, just a licensing deal. You honestly think Robinson hadn't figured out how to make the most money out of that deal? This way he gets paid and he keeps the big gold belt.

Jon McDaniel: Well Laura Estella is our new and first Undisputed Champion, Simon Kalis won the Who's The Man?! tournament, and Rob Robinson is right back where he started almost a year ago.

Brian Rentfro: Because Robinson is awesome!

Jon McDaniel: Right.. well, see you next Sunday, folks!

(C) PWA 2010

Credits/Thanks


Wow. So after reading all of that, or part of it since I know you didn't read every word, you're probably going.. "That is what we were waiting so long for? Wtf. Fuck Joe." But hey, it wasn't my fault, I promise. I have a disease, it's called alcoholism.

On a lighter note, THANK YOU EVERYONE who wrote matches. Chris, Bean, Harry, Alex, Dan, etc etc.. Wow. You all came in for some clutch writing and it was amazing. I think I wrote one and a half matches?

Anyway, I know that sucks on my part, and I am sorry for the delay, but I promise you all RPM 2 is going to be something else. It's going to be spectacular and it will be better than anything you've ever seen! Hopefully. Well, probably not, but I'm going to work my ass off on it (I already have graphics wise).

Again, thank you all very much for helping out. Rampage's line-up will be up shortly.

Feel free to PM me or contact me on MSN/AIM with any concerns/questions/complaints. Remember, this is Chris' fed, but since he is stepping down for the time being, he has put me in charge and now it's ultimately my decision, with the other judges of course. So yeah, feel free to talk to me. I'm a cool dude, I promise. Ask Bean. He loves me, and he's blind.

Anyway. Hope you enjoyed.