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


03-14-2010


Starla Gardevoir vs Jake Cruize

Dark Match


Jake Cruize made an impressive debut in the PWA by defeating Starla Gardevoir with the Chokechain and scoring the pinfall in just over seven minutes to get the fans pumped up for Sunday Night Rampage.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen the match here is over but Jake still stands over the fallen body of Starla.

Jake looks down at the motionless body of Starla a deep, empty look in his eyes, his chest still rising and falling quickly before he steps backwards and flips over the ropes grabbing two chairs from the outside under the ring announcer and time keeper and slideing back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What in the hell?

Brian Rentfro: Well John it looks like Jake may be trying to end young Starla's career before it even begins.

Jake mouths the words "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" before he places one of the folding chairs unfolded in the center of the ring while lacing the other one around Starla's ankle and moving back out and under the ring where he pulls out a sledgehammer.

Brian Rentfro: Oh this..this is going to get ugly folks. Mom, dad if you have children awake I would advise you put them to bed now..

Jon McDaniel: He wouldn't...

Jake slides back under the ropes a wicked smile on his face he places the sledge between his feet and runs his hands over his face and through his hair before losing all emotion raising the hammer high and dropping it upon the chair and ankle of the fallen Starla who immedatly rolls out of the ring gripping her ankle in utter pain

Jon McDaniel: Oh...My...God...that was just a sickening sound Brian. Starla's ankle could be destroyed...

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and Jake's not done yet as he has just followed Starla out of the ring and is stalking around to her again.

Jon McDaniel: Come on you've done enough...

Jake reaches Starla on the outside and slips in behind her pulling her up by her hair before hoisting her up and dropping her down upon the ground with the move he calls Zero Below... A sick smile on his face he slides back into the ring and grabs a mic taking a seat in the center of the ring as the lights drop and a single spot light shines upon him the crowd is left in a silent hush..

Jake: Ladies and gentlemen there comes a time in every man's life where he must follow a broken road. Tonight the man you know and love. The man you hoped that your children could soon become has died and become left in the ashes. From the ashes has risen up a new man and this man shall forever ring in your memories as SeVen....

With that he stands to his feet and exits the ring..

The New Chaos


Tinted windows, platinum rims shining in the streetlight as the diamonds spin as the black Mercedes-Benz SL 500 rolls to a stop in front of the arena on the outside. Simon Kalis steps out of the passenger side, as this time Masakazu steps out from the drivers side.

Simon Kalis: No, you don't understand. We cannot overplay our hand, we cannot take grand risks in the short term Mas. We will only jeapordize the long term plans we have.

Masakazu shoves his father, and Kalis backs up, tilting his head back in somber surprise.

Masakazu: No! We have to take the fight to them! Do you think Engel will not attack? What about Hayes? Do you think they don't have plans to try to take us out.

Kalis shakes his head, adjusting his black and white trimmed Armani suits collar as he clears his throat. Masakazu adjusts his suits collar as well, clearing his throat and peering deep into his fathers eyes with anger.

Simon Kalis: You act in fear, and fear is the pathway to defeat Masakazu.

Kalis steps forward and is now face to face with Masakazu.

Simon Kalis: We attacked, we made our intentions known. I know you're upset over last weeks attacks on you, but you must remain calm and patient. For the strong will anger brings out of you will only lead you to further harm. We must stick to our plan.

Kalis places his hand on Masakazu's shoulder and smiles. Masakazu however brushes it off and begins walking towards the arena entrance.

Masakazu: No father. It's not our plan, it's never our plan. It's always your plan. I'll do my plan, Kalis. My plan.

Kalis' eyes widen in shock as Masakazu pulls out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out slowly as his father watches on in distress. Masakazu pops it into his mouth and lights it up, taking a long draw, savouring that quality Virginia tobacco.

Masakazu: You gave up the guns, the drugs, the cigarettes... I think you gave up your balls too.

Simon Kalis: What's gotten into you? You get shot and you think you're a gangster?

Masakazu: Nah, but you were one, weren't you? Oh no wait, you considered yourself "mobbed up" didn't you? Then what? You've been stabbed, shot, shot at... And yet here you are, lucky to be alive in your thirties and you're a changed man? You think because you're wearing Italian suits, with all of your prison tattoos covered up that you're some sort of upstanding citizen in a Mercedes-Benz? Huh?

Kalis walks right up to Masakazu and slaps him across the face.

Simon Kalis: You are out of line, soldier. Never disrespect your commanding officer like that again.

Masakazu shakes his head while blowing smoke in Kalis' face.

Masakazu: Oh that's right! You're stuck in a little fantasy bubble, you boss General! The first time you got locked up, you came out more vicious than ever. Now? You've come out and you're basically half the man you were, father. Cause you're right. I've changed too...

Masakazu grabs Kalis by the shirt collar and smirks.

Masakazu: I'm stronger than you, I'm faster than you and I'm smarter than you. I'm the General now, soldier! We do things my way, and we take the fight to Engel and Hayes. At ALL costs! Right? Right.

Masakazu pushes Kalis back once again, and as he walks away Kalis softly nods until he stomps his foot on the ground and displays the fascist salute.

Simon Kalis: All Hail!

Masakazu: Yeah... All hail Masakazu, asshole.

Masakazu enters the arena, and Kalis smiles.

Simon Kalis: All hail The Order of Chaos... The greatest tag team the PWA has seen since the Brothers Grimm themselves...

Kalis laughs as he enters the arena behind Masakazu, as we fade to ringside...

Brian Rentfro: Trouble in paradise? The Order doesn't look like the team we remember. No longer unified behind a common purpose, I think Masakazu is stepping out from the shadow cast by his father Simon.

Jon McDaniel: This is wrong... This is very wrong, Brian.

Jacob Seldon vs Mark Zout

WTM Quarterfinal Matches (Four Below)


DING DING!!

The match would start out with Zout getting the advantage and putting Seldon in a standing armbar. Seldon would flip out of the armbar and instead lock it in on Zout. Seldon would kick out Zout's knee and take him down to one knee and then drop an elbow right down on Zout's shoulder. Seldon would try for another attack but Zout would capitalize on the ref being blocked and break the hold with an eye rake. Zout would go on the offensive by nailing Seldon with lefts and rights and then whipping him into the corner. Zout would go for the ten count punch and reach 5, with Seldon shoving him off. Seldon would burst out of the corner and try for a clothesline but Zout would duck underneath. Seldon would stop on a dime, turn around only to be knocked down by a dropkick from Zout. Seldon would get back up and get knocked back down with another perfect dropkick from Zout. Zout would go into the ropes and Seldon would turn over on his stomach. Zout would leap over and go into the ropes on the other side. Seldon would pop up and nail Zout with a powerslam! Seldon would try for a cover but only get a two count. Seldon would force Zout up to his feet and would try to send him into the corner turnbuckles, but Zout would reverse it and send Seldon back-first into the turnbuckles. Zout would try for a corner splash, but Seldon dodged it at the last second. Seldon would take the opportunity to roll up a dazed Zout from behind.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Winner: Jacob Seldon in 6:19

The New General


We fade into the locker room area where we see that Simon Kalis is in deep meditation as Masakazu enters the locker room quietly. He looks around for a moment, ensuring to be as silent as possible while he searches for something. Finally he comes to pick up a steel chair left leaning alongside the wall and heads back out into the hallway. Frantically he jogs down the hallways looking at all the locker room doors until he finds the one he's looking for, marked "Jethro Hayes". He kicks the door in and Hayes stands up, unafraid from his seat.

Masakazu: You redneck son of a bitch!

Masakazu screams as he swings the chair with full strength. Jethro attempts to dodge the shot by moving to the side but Masakazu merely continues the swing until it lands the chair with the face of Jethro Hayes. Hayes stumbles back as blood gushes from his forehead, and Masakazu swings yet again, this time into his knees taking the former PWA World Champion down to the ground.

Masakazu: I am not going to sit around and wait while my father plots to maybe hurt you. I will hurt you, Hayes.

Masakazu stands over Hayes and starts repeatedly swinging the chair into his face and ribs, when he finally trips Masakazu and Masakazu hits the ground. Hayes is still surprised from the sudden attack by Masakazu as he wipes the blood from his face. Masakazu gets back to his feet first and reaches into the back of his pants and reveals he is carrying a 9mm pistol, cocking the weapon and pointing it down towards Jethro Hayes, and Jethro simply smiles in response.

Jethro Hayes: You know Masakazu, you can beat me with a chair, you can threaten me with that gun, but the fact is that you are only doing those things because deep down inside that little body of your's... you are scared. Admit that to yourself Masakazu, admit that you are scared. Admit that the gun, the chair, helps you feel a bit safer from the likes of Second 2 None. Admit that you are weak and aren't capable of leading this company. You know...

He wipes the blood from his face.

Jethro Hayes: Your father has more of a chance to win the World title than you do and deep down, that both pisses you off and scares you shitless... but its ok Masakazu, its ok to be scared.

He laughs as the blood trickles down his face.

Jethro Hayes: I was once a scared little boy like yourself, but then... I grew a set of balls.

He wipes the blood again.

Jethro Hayes: I suggest you go plant that seed, so that by the time we face off, you've got a big enough set to step in the ring with the big men.

He continues staring at Masakazu.

Jethro Hayes: Other wise, you'll always be a scared little boy hiding in your con of a father's shadow.

Masakazu's hand starts to shake as his index finger slowly and gently rubs the trigger, when suddenly his father Simon Kalis rushes into the room just in time.

Simon Kalis: Mas... This is not how to do it.

Masakazu: Haven't you done this a million times, father?

Kalis moves closer to Masakazu, slowly and carefully with his hands remaining over his head.

Simon Kalis: Yeah but not with the actual intent to ever pull the trigger, Mas. You? You have the look in your eyes I've seen before. This is not how we destroy them.

Kalis places his hand over the barrel and looks Masakazu in the eyes. Masakazu lowers the weapon, and Kalis takes it from him and begins taking the gun apart before dropping the pieces on the ground. Jethro Hayes remains silent, watching and smiling at the Order of Chaos. Masakazu picks up Hayes' tag team title and stares deeply into the gold, before throwing it to Hayes.

Masakazu: We're coming for you.

Simon Kalis: Let's go. Let's go...

Kalis grabs Masakazu and takes one more look at Hayes before both men leave. Jethro looks at the door smiling as it shuts behind Simon Kalis and Masakazu as we fade back to ringside.

Cody Bogard vs Simon Kalis


DING DING DING!!!

Kalis and Bogard would start the match up with lots of action right off the bat. Kalis would get the advantage by dodging a clothesline from Bogard and taking Bogard down with a full-nelson slam. Kalis would mount Bogard and tear him up with lefts and rights, then force him up to his feet. Kalis would shove Bogard into the corner and try for a spear in the corner, but Bogard would move out of the way and Kalis would connect with the ringpost. Bogard would pull Kalis out of the corner and take him down with a half-nelson suplex and hold it for a bridge! Bogard would only get a two count, and then force Kalis back up to his feet. Bogard would nail Kalis with a hard chop to the chest and then send him into the ropes. Bogard would double over to lift Kalis up but Kalis would counter with a leapfrog and go against the other set of ropes. Bogard would turn around and get nailed with a spinning heel kick from Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: A really nice kick there from Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: What? He barely connected, Bogard is nearly back on his feet.

Bogard is rising up and Kalis gives him a kick to the gut, then goes into the ropes. Kalis comes back and takes Bogard down with a swinging neckbreaker. Kalis tries for a cover, but only gets a two count. Kalis forces Bogard up to his feet but Bogard nails Kalis with elbows to the gut and then gives Kalis a jumping facebreaker on his knee. Kalis bounces up and back from the impact and Bogard nearly decapitates Kalis with a hard clothesline!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Bogard is softening up Kalis for Second 2 None. What a brilliant plan, Hayes and Engel should put him on their payroll.

Jon McDaniel: I doubt that. Bogard is a skilled competitor and he is trying his hardest to continue his path in the Who's The Man!? tournament.

Bogard gives Kalis a few stomps for good measure, and then there's a commotion from the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God.. why the heck are THEY here?

Brian Rentfro: Things finally got interesting, Jon. They came to rid this match of being stale.

Both Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel, each wearing their tag titles, come down ringside. Bogard notices them but ignores them as he continues to go to work on Kalis, nailing him with elbows to the head and forearms to the back. Bogard takes Kalis down with a snap suplex, popping back up and giving Second 2 None a distasteful look. Engel and Hayes separate and walk around on both sides of the ring. Kalis is back on his feet and catches an off-guard Bogard with a jumping sidekick!

Jon McDaniel: Nice move by-- Hey! What the hell is Engel doing?!

Engel gets inside the ring, and referee Lance Weston tells him immediately to leave. Kalis is up to his feet and starts talking trash to Engel. However, he is unaware of Hayes getting into the ring on the other side.

Brian Rentfro: Uh oh, Simon. Looks like Second 2 None is too much for you.

Jon McDaniel: There's Masakazu!

Masa comes racing down the rampway, but it's too late. Hayes rushes towards Kalis' back and nails him in the back of the head with the PWA World Tag Title. Kalis is down and Bogard is back up to his feet, but the match is over.

DING DING DING!!!

Winner: Simon Kalis by Disqualification

Hayes and Engel escape the ring as soon as Masakazu enters. Masakazu throws some harsh words in the way of Second 2 None, who nonchalantly walk up the rampway with their tag titles to some extremely loud booing. Masa tends to his father as Hayes and Engel disappear backstage.

Treacherous Hippo Love vs The Phoenix


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

Eric Emerson: From U2Town, he stands at six feet even, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is The Irish Phoenix!

Shamrock confetti drops down from the ceiling as shamrock light shapes play over the crowd. A close up of the Smoking Monkey shows him having a great time as he smiles and puffs on a cigarette while waving to the crowd. he looks out to the crowd while shoving the green leg beside him hard to get him to moving. The leg walks on as the Smoking Monkey takes his time in walking down to the ring.

Ding Ding

The newly reborn Irish Phoenix circles TH Love, darting in for a collar and elbow lockup, Phoenix with a wristlock as the camera cuts to the Smoking Monkey, of course smoking a cigarette at the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: You know, smoking isn't good for your health.

Brian Rentfro: Lay off him Jon.

From behind the camera we hear a sound of someone getting slammed into the canvas as the Smoking Monkey grins and taps his ashes in front of Jon McDaniel's seat. The Smoking Monkey holds up one hand as if indicating what needs to be done inside the ring. SM winces as we cut back to the action inside the ring and TH Love has an armbar locked in on the Irish Phoenix. TH Love pulls on the arm, but Irish Phoenix gets to the ropes and the hold is broken. TH Love pulls Irish Phoenix up, whipping him across the ropes, slamming his shoulder into Phoenix before twisting him down to the canvas with a neck breaker.

Jon McDaniel: It seems as though this isn't working so well for the newly reborn Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: Everyone is entitled to have some defense in a match.

Smoking Monkey: ...........

Brian Rentfro: You think?

Love brings Phoenix back up, side headlock, Rob shoves him into the ropes. The camera cuts back to Smoking Monkey, lighting up another cigarette and this time tapping the ashes on top of Jon's head.

Jon McDaniel: Hey!

Brian Rentfro: Well, it isn't like he has an ashtray.

The Smoking Monkey turns towards Jon, actually flipping him a monkey finger while grinning.

Brian Rentfro: I'm beginning to really like this guy.

Smoking Monkey: ........

The Smoking Monkey begins to peel a banana, holding it in his mouth like The Godfather as he jumps up and down. He winces, but then claps a bit as a loud crashing or slamming is heard where the Smoking Monkey is looking. He claps then bites a hunk out of the banana before flipping some more ashes on Jon McDaniel's head.

Brian Rentfro: Do you need an ashtray?

Smoking Monkey: ......

Jon McDaniel: You treat him better than you treat me.

Brian Rentfro: I like him more.

The Smoking Monkey grins in a "Told you So" way before the action cuts back to the ring where TH Love mounts Phoenix with a Lou Thesz press and pounds away with his fists. The referee slides into position, warning Love about the closed fists, TH backs off, pulling Phoenix up to a vertical base. He boots the Phoenix in the midsection, DDT to the canvas. TH Love pulls himself up, double foot stomp to Rob's back before he begins to stomp all over his body.

Brian Rentfro: Hippo Stomp.

Smoking Monkey: ......

Jon McDaniel: TH Love going to town with the stomp.

Love throws Phoenix into the ropes, bouncing off them as well, he nails a rising spear into a sidewalk slam, he calls it the Hippo Charge.

Jon McDaniel: Hippo Charge connects solidly there.

Brian Rentfro: The Irish Phoenix needs to be reborn again, Love is dominating.

TH makes a cover, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Thr

Smoking Monkey is on the apron, throwing hand signs to the referee, he is gesturing very wildly and it distracts the referee and TH Love. Love rushes over, intending on punting Smoking Monkey, but he jumps back down, waving wildly as the Phoenix rolls TH Love up. The scene changes back to the Smoking Monkey who now has about ten cigarette buts in front of him and is lighting up another. Inside the ring we hear.

One slap.

Another slap.

But Smoking Monkey winces and lowers his head, as it is obvious that something didn't go his way.

Jon McDaniel: Only a two count there.

Brian Rentfro: Such a shame, it was very close.

SM jumps up, pointing with his right hand to the left then he twirls it in mid air as similtaneously we hear a crash in the ring. SM claps firmly with the but of a smoke hanging out of his mouth, his eyes showing his pleasure. Reaching into his monkey pockets, he pulls out an Ipod, putting the ear buds into his ears and jamming out to some music. He nods his head up and down, while putting the cigarette out on the desk.

Jon McDaniel: You do know, Rob is going to have to pay for that.

Brian Rentfro: He's got the money, is that U2?

SM nods as he jams out to the music. Inside the ring a bigger crash is heard as SM looks up nonchalantly in the direction of the ring, he shakes his head. SM indicates one more time with a finger pointed into the air and we hear another crash. SM covers his eyes, then his mouth as he shakes his head in disapproval.

Jon McDaniel: The Irish Phoenix just missed a second vertical superplex there.

Brian Rentfro: Well, TH Love did something to stop him, I'm not sure what but he did something.

TH Love sets up for his finisher as he begins the airplane spin, Phoenix spins while... We watch the Smoking Monkey clap wildly as we hear a loud crash in the ring. Smoking Monkey points to something and then gives a big thumbs up. SM taps his elbow enthusiastically then nods his head. SM lights up another cigarette as we hear a crash in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: The Ashes!

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix makes the cover.

Smoking Monkey: .......

Brian Rentfro: I mean The Irish Phoenix makes the cover, sorry.

Smoking Monkey: .....

One slap...

A second slap...

A third slap.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The Smoking Monkey is going wild, giving both Brian Rentfro a kiss on the cheek before turning to Jon McDaniel, shrugging his shoulders and planting a big wet one on his cheek as well. SM hops down, rolling into the ring where he looks at TH Love on the canvas.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and heading to the Who's The Man Semi-Finals... The Irish Phoenix!

SM cocks his head to the left, contemplating TH Love before tilting his head to the right and still contemplating Love. He shrugs his shoulders before lighting a cigar and putting it in Love's mouth and slapping him awake.

Major Change for Who's The Man?!


‘Come with Me’ lights up the arena, as President Mark ‘The Chamelion’ Sommers strolls out to the tremendous cheers of the collective fans in attendance. Dressed in a casual set of slacks and button down Green shirt, he sways to his music as the spotlight sets solely on him. Raising his head, Chamelion begins to move on down to the ring. On his way down, Chamelion takes the time to slap hands with many of the fans leaning over the railing, and as he hits the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope, grinning his infamous Cheshire Grin, before hopping to his feet and mounting the four turnbuckles to enjoy a few moments of the crowds adulation. Jumping down, Chamelion asks for the mic from Eric Emerson and then turns to the camera.

Chamelion: Ya know, I was in the back, watching the action and I got this chill. I remember when I brought the PWA Back, the thrill from the fans, the electricity in the air, the adrenaline of the backstage and the anticipation we’d go somewhere BIG with this. It’s been over two years now… and it’s hard to believe I can say that, but indeed it’s been over two years since the PWA was reborn and by looking at our roster, the people we have in the back, both the competitors and the staff, I can definitely see another two years coming, and beyond.

The crowd roars it’s approval.

Chamelion: Sadly, though.. I have to say I won’t be a part of it.

The sudden hushed silence is startling.

Chamelion: I had a goal when I recreated the PWA. That goal was to see Genesis X. The night I got the inspiration to bring back PWA, it’s because all I could see in my mind, was a chance to stand in this ring on what would have to be the most amazing night in my life… to reach a pinnacle that not many can say they’ve achieved. Eleven years after the birth of the PWA, Genesis X came to be. That was my dream, that was my goal. I’ve achieved it. I didn’t win, but I really do-not-care. I just wanted to be a part of it.

He smiles softly.

Chamelion: Even my brother, Raizzor, is very pleased with the results. To headline two Genesis PPVs in ten years, to defend the World title at least once, he couldn’t ask for anything more. That’s why tonight, here in front of all of you, I’m officially announcing our …

He stops, grins wickedly and continues.

Chamelion: Our ‘SEMI’ retirement. Fact is, I don’t know when I’ll be back in this ring, I don’t know when my brother will be… well, strike that, rest assured at Genesis 11 he’ll be back. Aside from that, we have to step away and let the new blood have the show.

Nodding, Chamelion scratches his chin.

Chamelion: But… don’t expect me to be gone completely in all aspects. I still own the PWA, and a good owner stops by from time to time to check on the management and the product, and if ever we need a good screw-job event, I’ll be sure to give that to you all!

Laughs.

Chamelion: So, as my final announcement for the time being… I’m here to address the rumors heard recently. The main events for Who’s The Man have definitely changed, and they have changed BIG TIME. GONE are the two triple threats and the unification match in it’s current version from the PPV…. And instead, I’m going to treat the fans to something new.. something innovative, something.. awe inspiring.

A pause.

Chamelion: I do have to give credit where it’s due, I am not the soul creator of this new event, and he knows who he is... and this is what the six competitors have to look forward too!

Another pause.

Chamelion: At Who’s the Man, you will be treated to an elimination style event. In the opening match of the night, our six superstars; Riona Langly, Ryan Ross, Matt Stone, Laure Estella, Kyle Stevenson and Bubba J will compete in a mini-royal rumble event. By random draw, two will begin and every two minutes later another competitor will enter. Not until all six are in the ring will decisions count. However, unlike most Rumbles, only pinfalls or submissions will count.

Chamelion holds up two fingers.

Chamelion: The second match will take place after the first of our Who’s The Man Semi-final matches, and the five remaining will square off in a free for all. Falls count anywhere, no DQ, no countout.. just a matter of first to be pinned or submitted will be out of the running.

Three fingers.

Chamelion: And then after the second semi-finals match, … the final four… same deal, a free for all… but one exception… it will take place in the confines of the Hell in the Cell!

The fans ooooo big time for this, Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: So now we’re down to three. After one or two championship matches, the three will return to the ring and compete.. in a LADDER match! Both titles will be above the ring, and the first two to secure a belt for themselves will continue on…

Chamelion: And then, before the main event, we’ll discover who IS the man, and who will challenge for the PWA Unified Championship come April… but to find that out, the main event is as follows… the final two will square off to truly PROVE who is undisputed, who is true champion in a Pure Honors Rules Match. Our champion will be decided based on their skill, stamina, quality of character and determination and truly be deserving to be crowed the first ever PWA Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World!

Chamelion stops to let the crowd respond, and respond they do. After a few moments, Chamelion nods, pleased.

Chamelion: That is all.

Tossing the mic back to Emerson, Chamelion exits the ring as his music plays up. He high fives fans on the way back up the ramp. Once at the top, he stops, turns around, looks left, right and then takes a deep bow, before disappearing backstage.

Ronald Gay vs Jacob Figgins


Both Ronald Gay and Jacob Figgins are in the ring. The ref calls for the bell and the action is under way. Ronald and Jacob both circle each other for a moment nearly boring the fans to a sea of boo's while feeling each other out before Ronald locks horns with Jacob in a collar and elbow tie up he quickly turns into a german suplex. Jacob takes a moment getting bac onto his feet only to be greeted by a series of rights and lefts from the quick hands of Ronald Gay. Ronald grabs Jacob's arm and irish whips him into the ropes and bounces off the opposite corner looking for a running lariat only to be ducked and spin wheel kicked in the back of the head and sent flailing into the ropes to the opposite side of the ring. Jacob now spends a minute taunting the downed Gay before locking on a gut wrenching camel clutch like maneuvier that is broken up only by Gay getting to the ropes. The action was back and forth like this for a while until Gay made one minor mis judgement while attempting to end the night with the "Final Judgement" that lead to him being kicked in the back of the skull and dropped to the mat for the "Conspiracy Theory" by Jacob Figgins and a quick cry for mercy...

Winner: Jacob Figgins by Submission at 7:35

The Beast Responds


The scene opens to Stone backstage getting ready for his match. He looks up as he sees the camera crew make their way into the room.

Stone: Come on...I mean really...what is so important that you have to bother me before my match.

Stone starts to stretch as a grin hits his face.

Stone: Ok...I know...Starr's challenge. You know...now that I have had time to think about it. I have a counter offer to make Starr. Now normally, I would of let you slide with a beating and keeping the rematch clause in our tag contract, but you just have to have your match right? You just have to have your revenge.

Stone stands still.

Stone: I will face you in a grudge match....but not any grudge match. Let's make this something interesting and fun. How about this...battle of the former Tag Team Champions. Shadow Starr vs. Viktor Stone in a Falls Count Anywhere match for the Unified Tag Team Championship rematch clause. How about it, Starr? How bad do you really want your revenge.

The scene fades as Stone goes back to warming up.

Viktor Stone vs Vitaly Petrov

Tables Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is a TABLES MATCH! In order to win, you must put your opponent completely through a table. There are no count outs and no disqualifcations. Introducing first, from Samara, Russia by way of Dallas, Texas...

"Shoot Down" by The Prodigy hits the sound system as Vitaly Petrov comes out from backstage. Vitaly is wearing red trunks with a yellow snake pattern going down both sides of his shorts. He has a black longsleeve Under Armour mock shirt, and his dirty blonde hair is spiked up.

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 245 pounds and stands 6'3"...

Vitaly makes his way down to the ring keeping his focus dead ahead. He manages to reach out and give a few fans high fives, trying to show his respect but still keeping his focus. He reaches the ring and slides in, getting ready for his match.

Eric Emerson: He was last year's Money in the Bank winner... I give you... VITALY... PETROV!!!

Vitaly raises an arm to the crowd who gives him a cheap pop. "Shoot Down" dies down.

Jon McDaniel: Vitaly looks very focused and very intense, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Well he should be, Jon. He's about to get into a tables match with one of the most violent men on the roster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING!!!

Vitaly and Vik go right at it, as Vitaly lands a hard punch on Vik and Vik returns with a blow to Vitaly's gut. The two keep duking it out trying to break the other one down, and Vitaly grapples Viktor quickly and puts Viktor in a waistlock. Vitaly headbutts Viktor two times and then executes a spinning belly-to-belly suplex that sends Vitkor crashing in the middle of the ring. Vitaly goes against the ropes and comes down with a kneedrop over Viktor's forehead. Vitaly forces Vik up to his feet and gives him repeated knee strikes to the stomach and chest. Vitaly tries one more but Vik blocks it, giving Vitaly a headbutt of his own and quickly following up with a one-two punch combination, rocking Vitaly back even more. Viktor kicks Vitaly low, doubling him over, and then Vik underhooks both of Vitaly's arms in a front facelock position and plants him with a double-arm DDT!

Brian Rentfro: What a DDT from the Beast!

Jon McDaniel: An impressive move Brian that really stuns your opponent.

Viktor mounts Vitaly and begins some ground and pound, nailing Vitaly with lefts and rights in the stomach and head. Vitaly does his best to cover himself up but Viktor is able to nail Vitaly considerably a few times. However, Vitaly uses his flexibility and nails Viktor into the side of the head with a heel kick. Vitaly falls off of Vitaly and tries to get back up to his knees. Vitaly gets up to his feet and nails Viktor with a running kick to the head!

Jon McDaniel: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!

Brian Rentfro: There's no love lost between these two. They are out to hurt each other tonight.

Vitaly gets Vik up to his feet and sends him into the corner turnbuckles. Vik crashes into them and Vitaly follows through with a big-time corner splash! Vik stumbles out of the corner and Vitaly kicks him in the gut and nails him with facebreaker DDT! Vitaly gets up to his feet and nails Viktor with repeated stomps to the chest, arms, and head. Vitaly forces Vik up to his feet again and gives him a chop across the chest! The crowd responds accordingly, and Vitaly whips Vik into the ropes. Vitaly tries for a clothesline but Vik ducks underneath spinning around to Vitaly's backside and catching him with a high angled german suplex! Vitaly holds his neck as he squirms on the mat from the impact. Vik is a little slower to get up to his feet, and manages. Vik walks over to Vitaly but Vitaly trips Viktor face-first onto the mat and applies an ankle lock submission!!

Brian Rentfro: What is he doing?! He can't win the match like that!

Jon McDaniel: I'm not sure if he cares, Brian. Viktor Stone has cost Vitaly Petrov both a shot at the Intercontinental Championship and a spot in the Who's the Man?! tournament. I believe he just wants to hurt Viktor tonight, win or lose!

Brian Rentfro: That's just dumb, Jon. Vitaly might be a strong guy but he certainly doesn't have any brains to go with the braun.

Viktor kicks back, but Vitaly avoids the blow, still holding in the ankle lock submission hold. Viktor turns, but Vitaly prevents the roll over. Viktor pushes up on his forearms and tries to crawl, but Vitaly prevents him from moving more than an inch. Viktor kicks back and connects with a mule kick to Vitaly's face; the hold is broken as Vitaly holds at his chin once again. Vitaly hops up to a vertical base and hits the ropes charging back at Viktor who has also gotten up and is charging at the oncoming Vitaly. Viktor is going for a clothesline, Vitaly is going for a clothesline, they both hit their clotheslines and both men are down on the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Did you see the ring shake from the impact?

Brian Rentfro: Of course I did!

Both men get first to their knees then back to a vertical base. Collar and elbow tie up, Vitaly with a boot to Viktor's midsection doubling him over at the waist. Vitaly quickly following with a smooth DDT and Viktor's head connects with the mat. Viktor manages to get up to a vertical base quickly, as is his opponent Vitaly. Viktor is aiming for another clothesline, but Vitaly counters with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Viktor is up, over, and down! Vitaly holds at his lower back as he gets up to his feet. Vitaly falls into the ropes and decides to use the momentum from the ropes and delivers a leg drop across the throat of Viktor. Vitaly is up and drops a double axe handle smash across Viktor's chest. Bending down, Vitaly pulls Viktor up to his feet. Vitaly Irish whips Viktor into the ropes. Viktor reverses the Irish whip and now Vitaly is sent running into the ropes Viktor with a high knee lift as Vitaly makes his return. Vitaly ducks under the partially affective high knee lift and spins around planting Viktor with a spinning spinebuster down to the mat. He goes for another ankle lock, but before he is able to lock it in, Viktor nails another mule kick and Vitaly is sent through the ropes to the outside and onto the floor. Viktor lays there on the mat. On the outside Vitaly is up to his knees and holding at his lower back, a possible strain from the numerous suplexes.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor Stone is up to his feet and sees Vitaly trying to get back in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Baseball slide from Stone connects! Vitaly gets knocked back into the barricade!

Stone climbs up to the top rope as Vitaly manages to get back to his feet. Stone leaps off and connects with a flying clothesline, taking Vitaly back off his feet. Viktor rolls back up to his feet and looks for something underneath the ring. He grabs a steel chair and with a menacing grin, he waits for Vitaly to get back up. Vitaly spins around looking for Viktor who nails him right between the eyes with that steel chair! Vitaly falls like a sack of potatoes, not even getting a second to put up a hand to block some of the blow.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God! Vitaly might be knocked out! That was a sick shot!

Brian Rentfro: About time we get to see some real violence!

Vitaly is busted open on his forehead, and Viktor throws the chair away. He grabs something else underneath the ring. It is a wooden table, the one thing that can win the match for Viktor. Viktor pulls it out from underneath the ring and the crowd is going crazy now.

Brian Rentfro: There we go! See, Viktor is smart, he is going for the table right away, and not some amateur ankle lock.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah but Viktor isn't walking all that great because of it, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: He's fine! He's just acting.

Viktor begins to set up the table right there next to Vitaly. He seems to want to end this and put Vitaly in as much pain as possible. Vitaly is getting up to his feet finally, the blood coming down his face from his forehead. Viktor leaves the table, with its legs unfolded but sitting on its side, and goes over to Vitaly. Viktor nails Vitaly with a right punch and then goes to work on Vitaly's ribs. Vitaly counters with a knee to Viktor's face, backing up Viktor against the ringpost. Vitaly charges but Viktor sidesteps and shoves Vitaly face-first into the ringpost. Vitaly goes down to the ground again. Viktor walks over to his table and sets it up all the way. Viktor grabs another table out from underneath the ring and begins to set it up as well.

Jon McDaniel: Another table! Viktor seems to want to put Vitaly through as many tables as he wants tonight.

Brian Rentfro: And why shouldn't he? Vitaly has been pissing off the wrong people.

Jon McDaniel: That's not true at all. He earned his chance last year and Viktor stole it from him.

Instead of stacking the table right next to the first one, Viktor puts the table on top of the first one! A double-stacked table is now set up on the outside of the ring and Vitaly gets up to his feet, trying to figure out what's going on. Viktor turns around and charges at Vitaly, catching him with an elbow smash to the head! Vitaly is knocked back and leaning up against the commentator's table.

Jon McDaniel: Come on guys! There are two tables over there!

Brian Rentfro: We better get out of the way.

Viktor nails Vitaly with a left, then a right, and then tries for a roaring elbow but Vitaly ducks! Vik misses and runs into the commentator's table and Vitaly grabs ahold of Viktor's head and slams it into the table! Viktor stumbles back from the impact and then Vitaly pulls off a jumping sidekick, nailing Viktor right in the jaw!

Jon McDaniel: What a kick from Vitaly!

Brian Rentfro: Ah come on! Now we might never get to see those tables used because this goof would rather do ankle locks than put people through tables!

Vitaly gives Viktor a few stomps to keep him on the ground. Vitaly grabs something underneath the ring and it's a 15 foot ladder! Vitaly slides that into the ring and then forces Viktor up to his feet. He nails Viktor with a european uppecut and then rolls him into the ring. Vitaly gets in as well and sets up the ladder near the side of the ring where the double-stacked table is. Vitaly turns around and grabs Viktor by the head to get him up to his feet, but Viktor counters with a jawbreaker. Vitaly gets knocked against the ropes from the impact. Viktor sees an opportunity and charges at Vitaly, but Vitaly doubles over and picks up Viktor, tossing him up and over the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: Viktor's gonna hit the tables!

Jon McDaniel: BAM!

Brian Rentfro: What.. what happened? The tables didn't break!

Jon McDaniel: You gotta be kidding me! Vitaly should have won this match by now!

Stone lays on the top table, which did not break from Stone's impact. I suppose the tables were reinforced for tonight's match. Vitaly looks over and shakes his head, feeling he should have won this match by now. But, Vitaly looks at the set up ladder as Viktor lies on the table, barely moving.

Brian Rentfro: I think Vitaly has an idea.

Jon McDaniel: Duh! Climb the ladder!

Brian Rentfro: If Vitaly falls on top of Viktor and they go through the tables, Vitaly loses right?

Jon McDaniel: How does that make any sense? With Vitaly being on top, Viktor would be defeated.

Vitaly makes the climb up to the top of the ladder, but Viktor is coming to life on the top table. He realizes the position he is in and quickly rolls off the top table, landing on the outside apron. Vitaly doesn't realize it as he pulls himself up to the top of the ladder. Viktor begins to climb up behind him and Vitaly notices now Viktor is no longer on the tables! Viktor takes his huge forearm and drives it into Vitaly's lower back. He does it again, and again. Vitaly tries to hold on as much as he can.

Brian Rentfro: If the ladder is a rockin', don't come a-knockin'.

Jon McDaniel: That is.. incredibly lame, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: But true! The ladder is swaying a bit!

The ladder begins to sway back and forth as Viktor and Vitaly do battle on one side of the ladder. Viktor begins to climb up alongside the ladder with Vitaly, and keeps driving his fist into Vitaly's back. However, Vitaly does the unthinkable and starts to rock the ladder even more. Viktor stops with the punches and tries to peel Vitaly off the ladder and cause Vitaly to fall to the canvas, but Vitaly keeps rocking the ladder. Finally, the ladder begins to tip in the direction of the double-stacked tables.

Brian Rentfro: Tiiiimmmmbbbeeerrrr!!!!!

The ladder makes the long fall and smashes against the top rope. Viktor is unable to hang on as he goes crashing through both tables, Vitaly following behind him.

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson takes a moment to review the tape with referee Lance Weston. Vitaly and Viktor are covered in wooden debris as security comes down to ringside to clear away the broken wood and help Vitaly and Viktor off of each other.

Brian Rentfro: Vitaly fell through first, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: I really doubt that. The footage showed Viktor making contact and breaking through the top table first, and that ends the match.

Brian Rentfro: No. Vitaly hit first, I saw it with my own eyes, I don't need to see the video tape. This isn't the NFL!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... VITALY... PETROV!!!!!!

The crowd goes crazy for the Russian sensation. Vitaly and Viktor are up to their feet and Viktor catches wind of the announcement. He breaks free from security easily and spears an unsuspecting Vitaly! After the spear, Viktor mounts Vitaly and pummels him with lefts and rights. Vitaly's cut from the steel chair is opened up even more.

Jon McDaniel: Come on security! Put a stop to this!

About six security guards grab ahold of Viktor, trying to restrain him. Vitaly is bleeding even worse now, and tries to get up to his feet. The fans share their concern.

Brian Rentfro: You call that a winner Jon? Viktor Stone is the true winner tonight, and the only Beast. If it wasn't for a faulty ladder, this would have ended much worse for Vitaly.

Jon McDaniel: Faulty ladder? Vitaly made the ladder tip over, Brian. He was willing to sacrifice himself to make sure Viktor went through the table.

Brian Rentfro: Sure sure! I know that Viktor Stone is not done with Vitaly Petrov! I'd hate to be that guy right now.

Security escorts Viktor backstage as Vitaly is helped backstage by the rest of the security force.

King of Extreme Contract Signing


"Original Brother" by Brother Ali kicks up on the sound system as Jacob Seldon, now dressed in more casual clothing after his match tonight, comes down to the ring with a lit cigarette between his smirking lips. He reaches the ring and takes a final drag out of the cig, putting it out against the ringpost. Perhaps he'll get fined for it, perhaps he won't. I doubt he cares. President Sommers is in the ring, and there's a table set up with two pens and what seems to be their match contract for next week. Two microphones are also on the table, in case the fellas want to talk. Seldon takes a seat, his back to the stage. Mark Sommers picks up one of the microphones.

President Chamelion: It's no secret why we're here. Tonight we make it official that Jacob Seldon will defend his AOWF King of Extreme Championship next week against Matthew Engel right here on Rampage. Now come on down, Matt, so we can get this over with.

"Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Engel comes out in casual attire as well. Seldon doesn't bother to turn around, but leans back into his chair, even putting his feet up on the table in a nonchalant manner. Engel has jeans and a black polo on and a pair of black Oakley's. He's not quite ready for his match tonight, but Engel can fight in any type of clothing since he's been fighting in a goddamn tuxedo for 99 percent of his career.

Jon McDaniel: I really can't see this ending well.

Brian Rentfro: Two essential bad boys of the wrestling industry, face to face in a contract signing for a brutal match next week? Yeah, I have to agree with you there.

Engel reaches the ring and climbs in. Seldon doesn't budge. Engel doesn't take a seat yet, but picks up a microphone off the table. Engel walks over to the ropes and leans up against them, basking in the loud boo's from all the fans. "Sympathy" dies down.

Matthew Engel: Before we get to signing this and making this whole confrontation legit in the eyes of our beloved company here... you should take a look at a modification I made to the match, Jacob.

Jacob looks up to Engel, and then shrugs his shoulders. He grabs the mic from Chamelion.

Jacob Seldon: It doesn't matter what match it is to me, Matthew. I'm going to show everyone that you're not a superstar.

Matthew Engel: Then sign it, and get out of my ring.

Seldon scoffs, and takes the pen. He signs the dotted line. Engel walks up to the table, taking the other pen. He signs the dotted line. The deal is done.

Brian Rentfro: And there it is! A classic in the making, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I'd like to know what the modification was. Normal King of Extreme Championship matches are fought under basic extreme rules, from what I've learned.

Seldon lights up another cigarette, getting up from his chair.

Matthew Engel: Not interested in what the match is, Jake?

Seldon lets out a smirk and exhales.

Jacob Seldon: Like I said, it doesn't matter.

Matthew Engel: Fair enough. I'm gonna tell you anyway. It's a London's Burning match. You might know it, I know everyone else here does. It's a flaming cage match, win by pinfall or submission.

Seldon takes another drag, as the crowd gives a loud pop for the announcement.

Matthew Engel: Now get the *beep* out of my ring.

Seldon smiles and then flicks the lit cigarette at Engel. It knicks Engel, leaving a mark. Seldon turns and leaves the ring, heading up the rampway. Engel lets out a laugh.

Matthew Engel: That's alright, Jake. When I'm done with you next week, a cigarette burn will feel like a Swedish *beep*ing massage.

Seldon disappears backstage, President Chamelion makes his exit out of the ring as well, taking the match contract with him. Engel clears his throat.

Matthew Engel: Now, I came out to talk a little bit about a guy that you all seem to be so fond of. Simon Kalis, and his son, Masakazu. I speak on behalf of Second 2 None, the PWA Unified, Undisputed, et cetera, World Tag-Team Champions, that we will gladly accept their challenge for the tag titles at Who's The Man?!

Brian Rentfro: Whoa! Big news!

Jon McDaniel: We all knew it was going to happen, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Engel could have said no.

Jon McDaniel: Engel might be a lot of things, but he doesn't back down from challenges.

Matthew Engel: I just hope that you're as good as you believe you are, Kalis. I really hope that you can properly divide focus between your Who's The Man!? tournament matches and your title match with me and Jethro. I know that if your son was in your position, he would have no problem doing that. I see a lot of potential in Masakazu, potential I don't see in you. I don't see you becoming the franchise of the PWA, and challenging the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion at Overdrive in April. Now, your son? I can see him doing that, but you didn't let him have that chance. Tsk tsk.

But that's alright. You've managed to keep us interested for now, but you'll fail in the Who's The Man?! tournament, and you'll fail against us. And maybe, just maybe, Masakazu will see the light and side with Second 2 None, two men who know what it takes to dominate this business and be the very best. And if he doesn't? He'll fall by the wayside, just like you. Because after Who's The Man, when you fail, there won't be any more chances for you.

Engel drops the mic and exits the ring. "Sympathy" kicks back up as Engel makes his way up the ramp, the crowd booing him in loud fashion once again.

Brian Rentfro: So Second 2 None will defend the tag titles at Who's The Man?! against the Order of Chaos! What a great match that will be, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Yes Brian. The Order of Chaos will show S2N just exactly how great they are.

Brian Rentfro: Hopefully they can hold it together a little bit longer.

Simon Yip vs Shadow Starr vs Dos Cara

Triple Threat Matches


DING DING DING!

After all three opponents have made their way to the ring and the bell has sounded, the three each circle each other with weary glances to one another. After a few moments of circling, Dos Cara and Simon Yip nod to one another and charge Lucious Starr. Lucious tries to fight the two off, but the speed of Yip and strength of Dos Cara quickly overwhelm him. The two force Starr out of the ring with a barrage of kicks and stomps, and then square off against one another.

Yip takes control early with an onslaught of strikes Dos Cara can’t seem to counter, striking quickly and with no hesitation. He works Dos Cara into a corner where he nails him with a quick series of punches, kicks, chops, and finally a step up knee to the head!

Dos Cara collapses and rolls out of the ring. Yip raises his arms up, and the crowd erupts in a roar of cheers. Surprised, he signals for more noise, and the crowd gets louder. With a smile he turns and is nailed by Starr, delivering a near-decapitating clothesline! Lucious works Yip over with a variety slams and suplexes, working the crowd into a larger frenzy with each slam. Lucious finally works Yip into the Legendary Blackout, Yip’s hand hovering just inches above the canvas.

Starr adds more torque to the move, but before Yip has the opportunity to tap, Dos Cara flies into the ring from a springboard, nailing Lucious in the kisser with a single knee! As Yip rolls away to recover, Dos Cara works on Starr head to toe, outclassing him with his technical chain wrestling and a number of short restholds. Dos Cara lifts Lucious and nails him with a dropkick, sending him into the turnbuckle. He turns and sees the roundhouse from Yip coming and rolls under it and past Yip. As Yip turns to find him, Dos Cara lands the Oscaridad Driver! He stands, and before he even turns around Starr hits him with the Shadow Slam! Dos Cara rolls away and Starr pins Yip quickly. One! Two! Three! Ding Ding!

Winner: Lucious Starr

Johnny and Jackie Sittin' In A Tree


Johnny is sitting backstage with his arms around his girlfriend Jackie. She snuggles into his chest as he strokes her hair very gently.

Jackie: Hmmmm... I'm sure this is doing wonders for your image, Mr. Big Tough guy wrestler.

Johnny: Baby, if any part of my image says that I can't relax with my lady before a big match, then it can go screw itself.

She giggles and turns to kiss him gently when the sound of someone clearing his throat interrupts them.

Hunter: Miss, you may want to leave. Me and Johnny have some business to discuss.

Johnny: Cut the supervillain shit, Hunter. What do you want?

Hunter smirks devilishly.

Hunter: Revenge. Revenge for what you did to me at WarGames.

Johnny rolls his eyes.

Johnny: Oh gee Hunter, I'm sorry that in a match against you, I actually fought you. How could I have been so stupid?

Hunter almost growls at his former student.

Hunter: The fact of the matter is that there have been a lot of... unanswered questions between us. So come on. you don't have an opponent for Who's the Man yet... why not give Uncle Hunter a shot at the Grizzly Beer Title.

Johnny thinks it over for a second.

Johnny: No.

Hunter: No? Why not?

Johnny: Because as far as you and I go? I don't have shit to prove. Remember the Tribunal? I made you tap in FIVE MINUTES. And the match only went to a draw because my dad stopped you from tapping out. WarGames? I beat your ass silly and dropped you on your head with the ABM. How many times do I have to embarrass you before you get it through your skull that in a straight fight? I'd beat you silly.

Hunter is a bit taken aback by Johnny's audacity.

Hunter: But...but I'm the best! You should be honored to face me in the ring!

Johnny: Is that so? Because to be honest the concept fucking bores me half to death!

Hunter starts to say something but can barely get any words out, Johnny staring at him with a cocky look in his eyes. Hunter looks at Johnnys title belt, then at Jackie, then back at Johnny.

Hunter: This isn't over...boy...

Hunter storms off as Jackie buries his face in Johnnys chest before we cut to our next match...

Matt Stone vs Kyle Stevenson vs Bubba J


After introductions are made, Bubba J points at Kyle Stevenson and flips him off. Matt Stone lets out a laugh, only for Bubba to flip him the bird as well. Stone and Stevenson, with a look of anger both charge Bubba J. He fights them off for a few strikes, and then succumbs to the double-team. As soon as the duo gets him to the mat, Stone turns on Stevenson and lays into him with a superior technical game, not letting up for even a second to let him breath.

It isn’t long before Bubba comes to Stevenson’s rescue, but only to end the sleeper hold Stone has synched in. Bubba hits Stone in the gut with a quick kick, then plants him dead with a DDT. As Stevenson struggles to his feet, Bubba nails Stevenson with Trailer Park Trash! Bubba then turns straight into a C-c-c-c-combo Breake--No! Bubba pushes the knees of Matt Stone back to the mat, and nails him too with the Trailer Park Trash! Bubba then kicks Stevenson‘s arm off his chest and pins him with one foot. One! Two! Three! Ding Ding.

Winner: Bubba J

Hunter Sullivan vs Marxx

Singles Match


DING DING

Sullivan and Marxx started out with some very sound wrestling on both sides, but Sullivan would get the advantage with his expert techincal ability. Sullivan would take Marxx down with a fisherman's suplex and go to work on Marxx's right arm with an armbar to possibly keep him from executing the Leaving Marxx. Marxx however would get to the ropes a few minutes after Sullivan applied the hold, forcing the referee to break the hold. Sullivan would utilize the ref's 5 count warning, almost getting himself disqualified. Sullivan and Marxx would go blow for blow, and Marxx would turn things around with an irish whip into a spinning spinebuster. Marxx would go into the ropes, then leap over Hunter Sullivan who turned on his stomach. Hunter would try for a hip toss but Marxx would reverse it with a hip toss of his own. Hunter would bounce right back up and Marxx would take him down with an arm drag. Hunter would come back up and charge and Marxx would try for a clothesline, but Hunter would duck underneath, spinning around to Marxx's backside and dropping him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Hunter would wait patiently for Marxx to return to his knees in an effort to get up, but Hunter connected with the Viper Snap and made the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Hunter Sullivan in 6:45

Second 2 None vs The Maverick Initiative

Tag Match


Jon McDaniel: We are back from commercial with this match ready to go.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro and that other guy are set to start things off.

Jon McDaniel: He is the Grizzly Beer Champion Johnny Maverick.

Brian Rentfro: So you say, I think it is a conspiracy.

Ding Ding

Jethro asks for a test of strength agains Johnny, who shakes his head "No." Jethro slaps Maverick across the face then asks for another test of strength but Johnny reaches out with a kick to Jethro's knee that takes the big man down. Jethro fires a right into Johnny's midsection that doubles him over. Jethro jumps up slamming his knee right into Johnny's face sending him down to the canvas. Jethro pulls the Grizzly Beer Champion up, tossing him into the corner where Matthew is there to nail him with an elbow. Jethro turns as he hears a sound of running in the ring. Gary rushes in, Jethro levels him with The Plow and Gary is folded up like an accordion on the canvas. Jethro lifts him up, tossing him over the side of the ring like a nerdy rag doll as the crowd begins to boo loudly at his actions.

Brian Rentfro: Did you see the best spear in the world?

Jon McDaniel: I saw a hypocrit is what I see.

Jethro turns, planting a boot in Johnny's face before he tags in Matthew Engel. The Virus hops over the top rope, laying into Johnny with boots of fury before he pulls him up to a vertical base. Jethro steps through the ropes and Engel delivers a vicious roundhouse kick that sends Johnny's head snapping to the side with extreme force. Matthew reaches up, Jethro is tagged back in.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro and Matthew utilizing quick tags here.

Jon McDaniel: It is basically a legal double teaming Brian.

Jethro pounds Johnny's face with his massive forearm before lifting Johnny up to the top turnbuckle. Jethro follows him up, tagging in Matthew as he does so. Jethro hooks his head under Johnny's arm, slamming him from the top rope with a release Northern Lights Superplex. Matthew leaps from the top, forward flipping leg drop across Johnny's throat. Matthew hooks the leg, as the referee slides into position.

One...

Two...

Johnny gets a shoulder up as Gary is just now getting back up to his feet on the outside. Jethro smiles at his damage of the nerdy Gary.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is pure demonic nowadays.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is just looking out for the best interests of Jethro and Matthew Engel, what is so wrong with that?

Matthew lifts Johnny back up, slapping him across the chest as he backs him up into their corner. Matthew reaches out for the tag, but Johnny shoves Engel backwards away from the corner. Johnny leaps to the middle rope, coming around with a spinning toe kick that connects solidly with Jethro's temple sending him down to the floor. Johnny lands on his feet, dropping to one knee to sweep Engel's feet out from under him sending the other half of the PWA Tag Team Champions to land on his back. Johnny jumps to the top rope, coming off with a double knee drop that lands squarely on Matthew's face. Johnny rolls onto his back, gasping for breath, the adrenaline rush all used up. The crowd gets behind him because they absolutely hate Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes. Gary begins to slap the top turnbuckle to get his brother up and to give the crowd something to pace themselves with. Johnny rolls over onto his front and eyes Gary slapping the turnbuckle padding.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny has to do this now before Engel or Hayes gets up.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro's head connected with the floor hard, he may be out cold.

Johnny crawls inch by inch towards the outstretched hand of Gary. Lowering his head, he lunges forward and the smack of their hands meeting sends the crowd into an uproar!

Jon McDaniel: The tag is made!

Brian Rentfro: Don't wet your pants with excitement.

Gaary hops the top rope, going immediately after Matthew. Gary whips Matthew into the ropes. Matthew rebounds, Gary with a leap frog over the sliding Engel. Gary lands, placing a backwards kick right into Matthew's breadbasket before hitting the ropes. Swinging neckbreaker takes Matthew down on the canvas where Gary hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Jethro pulls Gary off the pin to pound a meaty forearm into his face. Gary is knocked down from the blow, but here comes Johnny flying through the air with a crossbody. Johnny slams into Jethro causing the Southern Hypocrit to slam back first into the railing. Johnny hops up to his feet, sole kick right to Jethro's cheek before he begins to slam a series of repeating knees into Jethro's face. Jethro is getting rocked from the blows as Gary slides back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Johnny is relentless with Jethro's face.

Brian Rentfro: It is like the buzzing of flies to Jethro.

Jethro shoves Johnny backwards, but the Grizzly Beer champion dives forward with another knee right into Jethro's mouth before he turns to check on his brother in the ring. A trickle of blood runs slowly from the corner of Jethro's mouth as Johnny slides back into the ring. Matthew has Gary in the corner, chopping away at Gary's chest, but Gary manages to lift himself up, planting both feet firmly into Matthew's chest. Here comes Johnny as he ducks under Matthew's arm hitting the ropes and slamming Matthew down with a Lou Thesz press. Johnny pounds away with open palm strikes on the three time Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Those are closed fists.

Jon McDaniel: They are palm strikes.

Johnny rolls off and here flies Gary from the top turnbuckle with a leg drop across Matthew's throat before hooking the leg.

One...

Jethro pulls Gary out of the ring, pounding hiim with big fists to the face before rolling into the ring. Johnny rushes over with a series of kicks right to Jethro's ribs that halt The Southern Hypocrit right in his tracks before he can fully get into the ring. Jethro is hung over the middle rope and here comes Gary to deliver a kick to the middle rope crotching Jethro right there where he stands. Johnny pulls the bigger man on through the ropes and down to the canvas with a DDT before his brother hits the ropes baseball sliding him out of the ring. Jethro rolls over on the floor, up to one knee as he looks inside of the ring at the two Maverick brothers who are standing tall in the center of the r ing.

Jon McDaniel: The Maverick Initiative looking great in this contest against Second 2 None.

Brian Rentfro: They were.

The referee is trying to get Johnny out of the ring, his back to Matthew who clocks Gary with a set of brass knuckles to the back of his skull. Gary goes down like a sack of potatoes and the referee turns to see why. Out of the referee's view Matthew tosses the knuckles to Jethro on the outside where he catches them like a pro outfielder. Johnny is furious and turns to take Engel on. Jethro steps on the ring apron, he clocks Johnny right in the back of, no wait Johnny was prepared as he turns around ducking under the haymaker swing. Johnny shoves forward with his shoulder catching Jethro in the gut with his shoulder. Johnny leaps to the top rope, then to Jethro's shoulders before managing to huricanrana the big man over to the inside of the ring. Johnny stands up, but is quickly leveled with a clothesline from Engel. Jethro gets up to one knee, smiling as it seems that was his plan all along.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is smiling Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I can see that Jon, I'm not blind.

Gary is leaning in the corner where he fell to the brass knuckles. Jethro points to his knee, to Engel, then to Gary. Matthew nods before sprinting to the other corner, taking a running start. Matthew launches himself off Jethro's knee to deliver a scissors kick to Gary in the corner. Gary falls forward and Matthew leaps to the top turnbuckle, diving off as he corkscrews in mid-air.

Brian Rentfro: Euthanasia connects!

Jon McDaniel: But here comes Johnny to save th...

Brian Rentfro: Plow! Right through the ropes Jon! Right through the ropes!

Matthew hooks Gary's leg, and the referee slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"All Nightmare Long" hits up as Eric Emerson grabs the microphone.

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match, your PWA Tag Team Champions, Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel... Se...

Matthew grabs the microphone from Eric, breathing heavily into the microphone.

Matthew Engel: Winners of the match because we are Second 2 None.

Jethro snatches the belts from Eric Emerson and hands one to Engel who nods as Jethro nods.

Jon McDaniel: Look at the cockiness expressed by both men, it disgusts me.

Brian Rentfro: You call it cockiness, I call it confidence.

Riona Langly vs Ryan Ross

Main Event


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is your Sunday Night Rampage Main Event...

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.

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

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

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches.

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, she is the reigning Pioneer Wrestling Association HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Riona and Ryan circle each other, both looking for an oppurtunity to exploit in the other's defenses. Ryan goes lunges forward, Riona catches him with a deep arm drag taking the Global Champion down to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: It is possible that these two will meet at Who's The Man to unify the belts.

Brian Rentfro: Possibly Jon, but how likely with both being in a triple threat?

Riona turns to lock on an arm submission but Ryan rolls to flip her over onto her back and both scramble up to their feet and nod. Lockup in the center of the ring, Ryan uses his size and strength to back Riona up into the corner. Ryan backs out at the count of four, but Riona makes him pay with a quick thigh kick that catches Ryan off-guard. Ryan holds at his thigh and Riona goes in for a kill. Ryan catches her foot as she kicks out, dragon screw legwhip and Riona is flung down to the mat. Ryan hits the ropes as Riona is getting back up to her feet.

Brian Rentfro: Shining Wizard takes Riona down onto the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan showing why he is the Global Champion right now.

Ryan grabs Riona's ankles, locking them together before turning her over into a Indian Deathlock in the center of the ring. Riona winces in pain, but immediately begins to crawl for the ropes and a break as Ryan sits back on the hold. Riona shoves to the left flipping Ryan over and breaking the hold without using the ropes for the break. Riona limps up to her feet, pulling Ryan up with her. Forearm to Ryan's throat and here comes the chops that Riona is so well known for. Chop and Ryan winces as the crowd "Wooooooos." Riona with a second and a third has Ryan holding his chest in the corner. Riona with a side karate kick right to Ryan's ribs begins the task of systematically taking him apart. Riona drops down to one knee to fire six punches into Ryan's ribs that doubles the Global champion over in the middle. Riona shoots back up to her feet delivering a European uppercut in the process that stands Ryan back up vertically.

Jon McDaniel: Riona taking pleasure in beating someone.

Brian Rentfro: As she always does.

Riona with an elbow into Ryan's face before she mounts him in the corner. Riona looks down, placing a well aimed fist right into Ryan's face before looking out to the crowd. Riona kisses her knuckles then begins the task of pounding Ryan's face into as much lumpy matter as physically possible.

"One!"

Riona pounds away again, well aimed precision.

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

Riona jumps up, planting her feet together and grabbing Ryan's head in her hands. Riona's feet land together in Ryan's midsection and as she falls backwards Ryan is flipped head over feet out of the corner to land on his back and slide into the opposite corner. Riona kips up to her feet, charging at Ryan, who is sitting in the other corner. Riona leaps into the air, but Ryan falls back to a prone position and Riona crotches herself in the corner. Ryan slides out of the ring, a dazed, but triumphant look on his face as he locks on a ringpost figure four leglock on Riona. Lance Weston begins the mandatory five count, but Ryan releases at the count of four, but the damage has already been done as Ryan steps up onto the apron. Ryan climbs the top turnbuckle.

Brian Rentfro: A near disqualification, but a smart move to try and slow the speedy Riona down.

Jon McDaniel: Both are tremendously talented, it is just a matter of who makes the biggest mistake.

Ryan leaps with a senton that slams Riona's breath right out of her. Ryan smiles as he pulls the World Champion up to her feet. Ryan pounds an elbow into the back of her skull before slamming her head back up with a stiff punch right to her face. Riona's eyes are glazed over and she is favoring her left leg a bit. Ryan kicks out with the toes of his foot, catching the World Champion in the side of her knee causing her to fall to the canvas on one knee. Ryan twists, taking her down with a neckbreaker from the one knee position. Ryan holds on to the top rope, trying to get the crowd on his side. They are split about fifty fifty but just want some wrestling action. Ryan turns around and Riona is trying to pull herself up to her feet to continue the battle, but the damage she suffered from the ringpost figure four leglock has taken its toll.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan is behind Riona now, he has her hooked for a lungblower.

Brian Rentfro: Riona blocks it by planting her feet as she comes down!

Ryan keeps the inverted facelock locked in place as he lifts her again. Ryan lifts up, but Riona shoves up as well and the effect is that Riona flips over Ryan to land on the apron. Ryan turns around, Riona with a forearm shot to the face before sunset flipping over to pin Ryan to the mat.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Kick-out. Ryan kicks out and rolls up to his feet, Riona meets him with a forearm to the face again and Ross is stunned. Riona dives to the right, catching Ryan in the midsection with her left knee. She falls holding at her knee, but is up again with a spinning shin kick to the back of his legs bringing him down to his knees. Riona hits the ropes, leaping into mid-air right at the back of Ross and catching his head in a side headlock dragging him down with a running bulldog. Ryan rolls out of the ring, holding at his neck as he lands on his knees on the outside. Riona gets up to her feet, getting the crowd into it and begging Ryan to step back inside the squared circle. Lance Weston begins the count-out.

"One!"

Jon McDaniel: Riona doesn't want a count-out victory.

"Two!"

Brian Rentfro: And Ryan doesn't want a count-out loss, what is your point?

"Three!"

Ryan is catching his breath on the outside as both him and Riona are breathing heavily in this contest.

"Four!"

Ryan turns to the crowd as he is still trying to catch his breath.

"Five!"

Riona takes a running leap up to the top rope, balancing there momentarily before leaping off scissoring her legs to connect with Ryan's skull. Ryan's face plants right into the barricade causing it to shake from the impact of his face meeting its resistence.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan's face just smashed into the ringside barricade.

Brian Rentfro: Ryan just kissed the barricade, that is so sweet.

Riona is back up already, slamming Ryan's face into the protective barrier as Lance's count has to restart now. Riona turns Ryan around, locking her hands around his back dropping him throat first across the barrier. Lance's count reaches three as she pulls him back up, Irish whip into the ringpost.

"Four!"

Riona charges right after Ryan, but the Global Champion manages to use his left arm to catch the post and swing around to into the ring and slide back out behind Riona.

Brian Rentfro: What a crazy spot there!

Jon McDaniel: How did he do it?

Ryan runs after Riona who is shocked and he slams her down on the outside with a running bulldog as well. Ryan picks her up, slamming her face into the announce table as Lance begins the count once more.

Brian Rentfro: Good thing that Lance can count to ten.

Jon McDaniel: At least we think he can.

Both men laugh as Riona's face is planted into the table for a second and third time. Ryan goes for a fourth, but Riona blocks it delivering a back elbow shot into his ribs. Riona grabs the back of his skull, but Ryan manages to block the face pounding with both of his hands. Ryan spins, driving a fist right into Riona's face backing her up from the table. Ryan lashes out with a front kick, but Riona catches the ankle twisting it over into an anklelock, but she has to drop it as Lance's count has reached seven. Riona looks up at the ring and rushes that way.

Brian Rentfro: Riona going to stop the count again.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan grabs her ankle preventing her and the count is up to eight!

Riona kicks down with her right foot, breaking Ryan's grip and rolls into the ring as Lance counts "Nine". Ryan rolls up as Riona takes a running start. Ryan looks up as Riona launches herself over the top rope with a plancha. Ryan catches her in a front facelock, but uses her own momentum against her as he falls back delivering a stunning DDT on the floor. Riona lands on her head, but the momentum carries her on over to where he is laying on her back, her legs up against the table. Ryan shakes his head as he pulls himself up, clutching to the ring apron as he steps up onto its surface.

"Five!"

Ryan takes a running start and dives off the apron with a elbow drop from the ring apron that slams right into Riona's heaving chest.

"Six!"

Ryan pulls the World Champion up, rolling her into the ring before he steps through the ropes to continue the battle. Ryan lifts the dazed Riona up to her feet, locking his head under her arm and synching her arm in a hammerlock before delivering a Northern Lights suplex that he bridges for a pin near the center of the ring.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Riona gets a shoulder up, but Ryan rolls back up to his feet, the suplex position still synched in. Ryan delivers a second, a third, and bridges with the fourth Northern Lights suplex, Lance Weston slides into position.

One...

Two...

Thre--

Lance holds up two fingers indicating it was only two. Ryan looks a bit frustrated here, but resigned that the match must continue.

Brian Rentfro: Ryan looking a bit perturbed.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is a difficult opponent to take down as anyone in the PWA can attest to.

Brian Rentfro: Glad to see that Ryan isn't all about the hardcore though.

Jon McDaniel: This has been an excellent technical match.

Ross lifts Riona back up to her feet, he scoops her for a body slam, but Riona manages to roll him up for a surprise pin and Lance is there with the count.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Ryan rolls through and both are too near the ropes and the hold is broken. Ryan rolls up to his feet, delivering a stiff shot to Riona that knocks her head backwards on her neck. Ryan slams a knee into her midsection before scooping her up onto his shoulder. Ryan takes a running start towards the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Running powerslam!

Riona shoves off Ryan's back, shoving him forward into the corner turnbuckles. Ryan slams chest first, bouncing back from the force of the impact. Riona places her right arm between Ryan's legs, folding him up for a pin. Riona bridges her legs on the canvas to give her some leverage.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Ryan manages to kick out as Riona's left knee buckles from the strain, she holds it as Ryan's move from earlier paid off there. Ryan holds his chest as he stands up, but Riona is already moving forward.

Brian Rentfro: That Riona is a tenacious pitbull.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan Ross is no slouch either.

Riona grabs Ryan in a rear facelock, she smiles as she lifts him at a forty-five degree angle.

Brian Rentfro: Bomb Dropper Remix!

Jon McDaniel: Ryan is out, Ryan has to be out!

Riona hooks the leg, rolling over for the pin.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Ryan manages to kick out and Riona is a bit shocked at this as her mouth drops open in surprise. Riona picks the Global Champion up, slingshot tornado DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Ryan has to be out now, he just has to be.

Ryan is not moving, except for the frantic breaths he is taking as Riona is on her knees leaning on the middle rope for support. Riona shoves on up to her feet, waiting.

Jon McDaniel: Riona appears to be getting ready for something big here.

Brian Rentfro: I won't even go there, not at all.

Ryan rolls up to his knees, bent over at the waist. Riona plants the toe of her boot right into his bent over face sitting him back on his heels. Riona pulls Ryan up, setting him up for the Tourniquet, but Ryan blocks it with a few well placed elbows into her ribs and face. Riona drops the hold and Ryan hits the ropes, taking Riona down with a clothesline. Ryan, keeping the flow going, pulls Riona up, slamming her head between his thighs. Ryan lifts Riona up onto his shoulders and something seems to snap in Riona as Ryan goes for his running powerbomb.

Jon McDaniel: Something snapped in Riona's eyes Brian, did you see it?

Brian Rentfro: I did Jon, I sure did.

Riona flips on over, turning extremely quickly to lock Ryan's arms to his side and hitting the Tourniquet out of nowhere!

Jon McDaniel: Where did that move come from?!

Riona hooks the legs.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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

Riona gets to one knee, that vacant look on her face again, the same look that she got last week when facing Kyle Stevenson after he tried a powerbomb on her. Lance Weston places the World Title on her shoulder as she just stares up the entrance ramp. "The New Ministry" kicks back up as Riona Langly raises her World Title high, but still not much emotion as she brings her title back down and climbs out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona continues her streak since Genesis, taking down essentially her equal until the end of Who's The Man?! when we get an undisputed champion.

Brian Rentfro: Riona is a favorite to come out of that with all the gold, but there is a lot of talent in that six person endurance match of awesomeness that could pull the upset.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed. We've got one more week left until Who's The Man?! But right now we're out of time, we'll see you next week!

(C) PWA 2010