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


04-04-2010


Aiden Anarchy vs Jacob Collins

Dark Match


In a surprise upset, Aiden Anarchy - an up-and-coming PWA star - was defeated at the hands of Jacob Collins in a singles match before Rampage went on air.

Who's the Man?!


As we fade to the arena entrance, the fans within rejoice with a chorus of cheers as a brand new midnight blue 2011 BMW X5 rolls up to the entrance, "Punked" by Rupee blasting from the vehicle as it comes to a stop. The drivers side door opens and outsteps Simon Kalis, decked out in his usual style of Armani suit, black with golden trim. He adjusts the golden colored bandana over his head and smiles, the bandana covering the noticeable stitches across Kalis' forehead. Something is very noticeable as he buttons the top of his suit jacket, something large and plated around his waist as Masakazu steps out in a matching Armani suit of his own. Nothing can cover the large gauze wrapped around his entire head nor all the bruising across his cheeks as he limps to his fathers side, smiling nevertheless.

Masakazu: So it can't all be fun and glory, right?

Simon Kalis: No my son, no it can't. I just hope you don't feel any ill will considering what happened last Sunday.

Masakazu: No, of course not. I know you can handle yourself one on one. I just hope you don't think it was my fault we lost the-

Simon Kalis: Don't finish that sentence, Mas. I believe no such thing. For the first time in over 5 years we were both defeated in the ring. Truly defeated, my son.

Kalis turns to Masakazu and smirks as he grabs him by the shoulder, both men making their way up to the entrance and metal detectors. Kalis grabs ahold of his new PWA chain, rubbing it and smiling.

Masakazu: Engel and Hayes assume they've proven something, father. They think they've destroyed the myth of our Order.

Simon Kalis: They've only done one thing, my son.

As they approach the metal detectors, Masakazu walks through first fine. As Kalis walks through the metal detectors start beeping and the security guards begin searching him. They immedietely feel the plated "thing" across his waist and seem suspicious. Kalis lifts the bottom of his suit jacket to reveal to them what he is wearing but we cannot even catch a glimpse, but from the reaction to the guard it must at least be legal as they allow him to pass. Kalis pulls the suit jacket back down and smiles.

Masakazu: Oh? What's that?

Simon Kalis: They've only proven that even when we are knocked down and laid out in our own blood? We still ****ing get up.

Both men enter the building now as we fade back to ringside...

Jon McDaniel: Goodness, this is going to be an interesting evening Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus. Why aren't these guys still laid up in a hospital?

Jon McDaniel: It's The Order of Chaos, Brian. Recognize!

Cody Bogard vs The Bomber

PWA TV Title Contendership Match


Eric Emerson: "The following match is set for one fall with no time limit, where the winner will become the NEW TV title contender."

*“The Magnificent Bomber is Here” is heard through the arena The Bomber Walks out to the entranceway. *

Jon McDaniel: "Well we all know what that theme means..."

Brian Rentfro: "Bathroom break?"

Eric Emerson: “From Kansas City,Missori, weighting in at 225 pounds, THE BOMBER!!!”

* The Bomber lifts his hand up into a fist & while his fist is in the air fireworks go off on the stage*

Jon McDaniel: "Even with very few victories and many defeats, Bomber appears to be confident as ever."

Brian Rentfro: "I'd say if he laid off the pyrotechnics, he could use the extra money to buy himself a better moveset."

* Bomber puts his fist down and walks down the ramp, stepping in between the ropes to enter the ring. “The Magnificent Bomber is Here” begins to fade out.*

*The lights go out in the arena, the opening chords to “Trouble Man” begin to play, smoke emerging from the stage creating a rising fog effect. A figure slowly creeps from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. As the song picks up, strobe lights go off to reveal....CODY BOGARD!!!!!*

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: "Here comes C- Is that really Cody?"

Brian Rentfro: "Looking at his last two matches he had, it makes perfect sense for him to look like that."

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

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

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

DING! DING!

Bogard continues to look on blankly at The Bomber, slowly shuffling to the middle of the ring, while Bomber rushes in with a full head of steam. Bomber attacks with a flurry of forearm strikes to Cody’s head, rocking the masked one but not enough to knock him down just yet. Not taking any moment to hesitate, the Bomber grabs hold of Cody and throws him down with a scoop slam, straight into a flurry of stomps. Bomber places the grounded masked man into a seated position, delivering a couple of shin kicks to Cody’s back, finishing with a dropkick to the back. Bogard arches his back as to show pain, taking his time to get up as Bomber starts bouncing off the ropes for momentum.

Brian Rentfro: "I can't believe this"

Jon McDaniel: "What? That Bomber is actually controlling a match?"

Brian Rentfro: "No! I forgot to pick up my food at the concession stand."

Bomber rushes at Cody with a Bomb Kick, but the masked one ducks under the kick which sends Bomber rolling to the other side of the ring. Once Bomber reaches his feet, Bogard nails him with a quick sobat kick to the midsection, catching the Bomber off guard. The masked Bogard throws a boot kick to the side of Bomber’s head, taking him down to one knee and leaving his right arm open to an arm dragon screw whip. Wincing in agony, Bomber holds the side of his right arm in a helpless state, allowing Cody another opening to take hold of him by the neck, lifting him up in the air and falling into a vertical suplex. Cody floats over upon impact from the suplex into a pin cover attempt.

1…2-

Jon McDaniel: "Bomber manages to kick out just at the count of two."

Cody throws his hands behind his head in a sign of frustration, looking over at Bomber and shaking his head in disbelief. Bogard takes hold of Bomber by the head, pulling him to his feet and leads him to the corner with some punches. The masked one takes hold of Bomber's arm and goes for an irish whip to the corner, but the Bomber manages to use the momentum to reverse the whip into one of his own. Upon connecting with the corner, Cody arches his back from the impact, lowering his head to catch glimpse of Bomber rushing right at him and running off his body into a backflip. Upon landing from the backflip, Bomber lunges at Cody and connecting with a running high knee to the chin, immediately grabbing hold of Bogard's neck and runs into a bulldog from the corner.

Brian Rentfro: I know what has made the Bomber so motivated tonight

Jon McDaniel: "Isn't it the chance to fight for the TV title down the road?"

Brian Rentfro: "Nope."

Jon McDaniel: "The opportunity to pick up a hard earned victory against a very skilled opponent?"

Brian Rentfro: "Nope."

Jon McDaniel: "Then what's the reason?"

Brian Rentfro: "The PWA higher ups threatened to take away his fireworks if he lost."

The Bomber turns Bogard over onto his back as he takes his time to showboat to the crowd, turning his attention back to his masked opponent and flies at him with a standing shooting star press. Once connecting with his last move, Bomber quickly hooks the legs for a cover attempt.

1... 2...

Jon McDaniel: "Bogard manages to kick out"

Bomber throws his arms up thinking he has pulled the victory, only to be reminded by the ref that it was only a two count. The Bomber turns his attention to the ref to plead his case, but gets nowhere as both men begin to argue over the count. A hand reaches out to grab Bomber by the shoulder and turning him around, his eyes catching Cody cocking his head back and nailing him between the eyes with a Gran Hamada style headbutt.

Bogard uses the dazed state of the Bomber as the opening to shift behind him and watch Bomber swing wildly at the air with punches. After a numerous amount of swings, Cody wraps him arms around Bomber's waist, lifting him up high in the air and drives him hard to the mat with the Muscle Burst. The impact of the suplex causes Bomber to roll to a hunched over position, nearly acting on instinct and allowing Bogard to grab hold of him and throwing him over his shoulder slightly, adjusting Bomber's body slightly and drilling him head first to the mat with the Last Dread Dust. Cody reaches over Bomber's body to hook the leg for the pin cover.

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

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "Here is your winner, Cody Bogard!"

Cody slowly rises from the mat while looking down at the fallen Bomber, the ref nervous to approach Cody but moves in just enough to raise his arm. Bogard turns his attention away from Bomber as he steps outside the ring and walks up the ramp, a few brave fans reaching over the barricades to slap the hands of the masked Bogard.

Self~Inflicted...


A little cheer builds up, more and more through the arena as the few memorable notes of Fear of Dying begin to sink in. It’s rapturous by the time they take the stage: Lisa and Jacob Seldon.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like the PWA’s number one married couple are here to kick off the show.

Jon McDaniel: Aren’t they technically the PWA’s only married couple at this point?

Brian Rentfro: I suppose…

The fans continue to enjoy themselves as the two walk the ramp, hand in hand with Lisa giving off a little wave to the crowd. It’s not often they get to appear together on TV and they’re clearly making the most of it… or at least Lisa is as she hams it up for the fans.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like she’s enjoying herself.

The two hit the ring with Jacob jumping up first to split the ropes for his wife, who quickly passes through and bobs back to her feet in the ring before leaping up the ropes to soak in a few further cheers.

Brian Rentfro: She’s really into this, isn’t she?

Jon McDaniel: I guess some people just really like to work the crowd.

The music starts to die down then as Lisa accepts a microphone from an attendant at ringside while Jacob takes up residence on the top buckle. Lisa moves to the centre of the ring to speak.

Lisa Seldon: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you… your new PWA Undisputed Champion… LAURA… ESTELLA!

Having only just settled down the crowd are forced to rise again, all be it a little slower this time as Natural Born Killas beckons Laura to the stage. The fans meet her with approval as she walks out. There’s maybe even a little blush on her cheeks as she throws up a hand. The applause isn’t all hers however, as she comes accompanied by Jamie Flynn, her second for the evening.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, he’s back!

Jon McDaniel: I guess the rumours of a return to Self~Inflicted Drama were true after-all.

Laura and Flynn make quick work of the ramp as they make their way to the ring. Flynn, his eyes hidden behind whatever incredibly expensive shades he’s been begged to market today, and Laura, her hands full of gold as the old PWA World Title sits around her waist while the New PWA Undisputed Championship hangs off her shoulder. The two stop at the ramp as Jamie Flynn, ever the gentlemen, takes her hand and walks her up the steps before sliding into the ring himself. She’s looking embarrassed more and more as she pauses on the apron to lift her title to the crowd who roar in return.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like the gang is all here.

Brian Rentfro: That’s not true, there’s also Alexis… Calista… Laney… Sam… Dahlia…

Jon McDaniel: You know what I meant.

Laura readjusts the strap on her shoulder as she steps into the ring. Her music fades quickly into the murmuring of the fans, and all of a sudden she seems very small. Clearly this isn’t a comfortable moment for her. Never the less Lisa perseveres, looking her up and down, and then giving her a smile.

Lisa Seldon: Well look at that, you finally did it. And it only took you, what, five years?

There’s a little laughter from the fans while Laura rolls her eyes – playfully, of course.

Lisa Seldon: I suppose it’s still better than Alexis, who couldn’t even win a world title in the BWF of all places.

There’s an oow and a burn from the general direction of Jacob.

Lisa Seldon: Sadly, Alexis couldn’t be with us tonight, as her and Calista were “indisposed” this evening.

Finger quotations and all. For whatever reason she doesn’t bother to even imply what it means so we all just assume it’s something dirty.

Lisa Seldon: But she sends you her best, and congratulates you on becoming her first genuine success story… because after her car crash I think she’s completely forgotten who I am.

She holds out her hands, taking in a few aaw from the fans before carrying on. Her tone is suddenly a lot more genuine.

Lisa Seldon: And I’d like to congratulate you as well. When I first got a hold of you in the PHW, I knew that you had all the potential in the world to be a star, and it was only a matter of time before you made that happen.

Lisa Seldon: I put a lot of faith and time into working with you, because I knew you’d always give it back. Be is wrestling the gym, contending with Alexis putting you down as one of Dustin’s people, to every federation where you did what you could to make your name, only to see it fall apart as you took the first steps. Through all that you persevered, and now here we are, back in the place that, for me, really started it all in guiding me to where I wanted to be in this sport. How fitting that it should be the place to do the same for you.

Her tone seems sombre tonight. It’s a little more touching that you’ve really come to expect.

Lisa Seldon: You were always going to be someone in this sport. I couldn’t think of anywhere better for you to do that than here.

Her fans and fellow wrestlers rise up in cheer again.

Jon McDaniel: This is a real proud moment for all of them Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t get it though; Lisa never actually wrestled in the PWA before.

Jon McDaniel: No but she was here as a valet for Jamie Havoc back during the AoWF days. I think she means being apart of the PWA gave her the spark to head off and do this for herself. It’s quite an honour to think of her as one more star which the PWA helped create.

Back in the ring, Lisa moves close to Laura, dropping a hand on her shoulder.

Lisa Seldon: I know we’ve had issues as of late, but I’d hope you forgive me for all that, because I was always just doing what I thought was best for you. Clearly though, you haven’t needed my help for a long time.

Lisa’s face is still smiling, if just a little sad. It passes though as she turns away, back into the centre of the ring and glaring out to the fans.

Lisa Seldon: One more time then… lets here it for your first PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!

She starts it off herself and the arena soon follows. You’d think they’d be a little tired by now but fans really love to cheer it seems. Lisa still has the mic.

Lisa Seldon: Anything you’d like to add?

She turns it over to Laura who takes a moment to consider. She looks from one of her belts to the other.

Laura Estella: No… I’m good.

There’s some laughter in the stands again. Lisa beams as she takes back the microphone.

Lisa Seldon: Really? That it?

Laura Estella: Yeah, I think you’ve done enough for both of us.

Never the less she takes the microphone and steps forward into the ring.

Laura Estella: I’d just like to add: thanks PWA for giving me my shot, and commiserations to Kalis, who is never going to get a hold of either of these belts in my life time.

Lisa Seldon: Such a way with words.

Laura Estella: I learn from the best.

Lisa then moves in to hug our new reigning champion who graciously accepts. Lisa then throws their arms in the air for one last cheer, Protean boos for good measure and Flynn looks decidedly uninvolved but never the less spectacular in his corner as we move onto something else with a little more wrestling involved.

Deacon Frost vs 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.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…

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.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Barcelona…

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.

Eric Emerson: THE ANDALUSIAN!!!!

He slowly walks to the ring, his gait is altered slightly - he appears to limp like John Wayne, as if his legs were sore from riding a horse. As he walks, he slowly removes his jacket, which makes him look a bit like Kung Lao from the Mortal Kombat universe. He neatly folds his jacket, and sets it on a table at the side of the ring, carefully placing his hat atop it. With a few well placed hops, The Andalusian finds himself springing into the ring, using the ropes to propel himself upward. He drops in a low, wide stance, and slowly runs his fingers through his hair.

Jon McDaniel: At 8 and 13, The Andalusian doesn’t seem like much of a threat. But…he has the skills to capitalize on people who get blinded by that fact. And this has work out for him. But this week, he isn’t up against a normal wrestler.

Brian Rentfro: That’s right, The Andalusian is stepping into the ring with a legend in this sport. Deacon Frost has been a violent force in this game for a while. We all know he wouldn’t be coming back to PWA unless he had some bad intentions.

The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Johnny Cash’s “God's Gonna Cut You Down” blares through the speakers.

“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down”

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen... standing at 7 foot even and weighing in at 350 pounds…

“Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down”

Eric Emerson: He is The Xtreme Legend...."The Apex Predator" DEACON FROST!!!!

Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope.

“Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"”

The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the corner and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down.

DING! DING! DING!

As Frost and Andalusian close in on each other, the crowd begins to clap in unison, the volume rising to a fever pitch until finally, the pair in the ring engage each other. Not with headlocks and arm wringers, however, but with fast and furious strikes. Punches, kicks, elbows and knees fly from both men, both taking a step back with each shot. Frost blocks the haymaker thrown by The Andalusian and wraps his hands around his neck.

Jon McDaniel: These two exploded like they got shot out of a cannon, but it looks like Frost is the first to get the advantage.

Brian Rentfro: If Good…maybe he’ll end this match quickly and I can call this number I found in the Men’s room this morning.

Jon McDaniel: We have what could be a good match in the making and you are worried about the trans gender girl who’s number is on the bathroom wall!?!

Brian Rentfro: How do you know that it is a trans gender girl?

Jon goes silent and returns to watching the match as Andalusian kicks his way out of the chokeslam attempt, but Frost quickly nails a big boot taking The Andalusian off his feet. Frost just looks down at The Andalusian before hitting the ropes and dropping a vicious elbow to the chest. He lifts Andalusian into the air, only to toss The Andalusian into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: The Andalusian bounces out of the corner and Frost plants him with that Bearhug Spinebuster of his. Deacon goes for the quick pin.

ONE...

TWO...

NO!

Brian Rentfro: What!?! He’s still alive?

Jon McDaniel: The Andalusian refuses to be taken out this early in the match.

Andalusian back to his feet, but Frost has him in his grips. Shoots him off the ropes, Vicious clothesline from Frost that flips The Andalusian! Andalusian pops back up, right into the waiting hand of Frost! Andalusian gets lifted up in the air...CHOKESLAM!

Brian Rentfro: OKAY, that is what you call a match stopper right there.

Andalusian rolls on the mat in pain as Frost starts to stalk him. The Andalusian finally pulls himself up and staggers off the ropes. Frost wraps The Andalusian up and plants him into the mat with his Black Hole Slam Finisher...

Brian Rentfro: THE FROSTBITE!!!!

ONE...

TWO...

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE! Put this one in the books for Deacon Frost!

Brian Rentfro: I guess the vet is serious about his comeback.

" God's Gonna Cut You Down " pumps over the PA system once again, and Frost raises his arms to the crowd, nodding in response from the crowd.

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match ... THE APEX PREDATOR…..DEACON FROST!!!!!

As the ref raises his left hand, Frost looks down at The Andalusian, who is just now beginning to pull himself up. Frost shakes his head and leaves the ring and heads to the back as the cameras switches back to the announcer table.

Bearly Alive


The scene opens with Ryan Ross is sitting on the bolted down bench, in the Renegade Souljahz locker room. Ryan pulls his knee pad on over his foot as the locker room door opens. The camera pans over to show a very distressed Mark Zout walk into the room dropping his bag with a sigh of relief.

Ryan: “Well look who decided to show up, where the hell where you this week?”

Mark: “Man, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Ryan: “Try me.”

Mark: “(sigh) Ok, well last week on Thursday, when you and Lit left to go do whatever you were doing, I decided to take a shower. So, I walked into the bathroom, locked the door, turned the water on and got into the shower.”

Ryan interrupted with a loud grunt.

Ryan: “Ok, where is this going? We have a match to get ready for Mr. Competition, in like, twenty minutes.”

Mark chuckled.

Mark: “Ok, ok, so I heard a little click thought nothing of it, but I heard the door open and peeked behind the curtain. Who do I see?”

Ryan: “Roxy?”

Mark: “No, that damn bear, he was just pawing things and sniffing stuff. So, what I did was finish my shower, and open the curtain. Now this is where stuff got weird, I tried to get out, but he started to growl and sniff things. So I freaked out and just turned the water back on.”

Ryan: “Makes sense, I was wondering what that noise was but I had a flight to catch, so how did you get out.”

Mark: “Well I got tired of being there and didn’t want to wait for the bear to go to sleep so I got out he got up and then, I Kayfabe Drivered him.”

Ryan: “What!? You killed our bear?”

Mark: “No, he was breathing when I left.”

Ryan shook his head a look of sickness and fear spread across his face.

Lit started to cry in the corner, as Mark just started to unpack his gear and get ready as the screen snaps to black.

THLove vs Jethro Hayes vs Lucious Starr


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit...

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.

"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) "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Jethro and Lucious head straight for each other, both seeming to have forgotten this is a triple threat. Jethro swings out connecting with a solid fist right to Love's temple driving him down to the mat. Jethro continues charging, but Starr is there with a front kick that sends Jethro reeling backwards and Starr pounces on the move's success. Lucious launches himself into the air, mounting Lou Thesz press style on Jethro.

Jon McDaniel: Starr showing Jethro up here, so far.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah keyword there is so far.

Jon McDaniel: That'd be two words genius.

Brian Rentfro: Technicality.

Jethro shoves, rolling the irate Lucious off of him and getting up to his feet. Lucious with a right, Jethro with a right. Right, right, right, right, right, Jethro surprises Lucious with a left rocking him on his feet. Jethro pounds with another left then a right, then is nailed from behind with a chop block that takes his knee out from under him. Jethro's left knee slams into the canvas as Starr smiles and levels Jethro with a clothesline.

Brian Rentfro: What a dirty tactic by the Hippo.

Jon McDaniel: It is legal.

Love gets on his knees pounding his fists into the side of Jethro, from the side of his head all the way down to his waist. Jethro tries to protect himself but laced between the punches is stiff kicks from Starr to keep him unable to protect. Love continues with the punches to the ribs as Starr continues kicking away with a look of glee written all over his face.

Jon McDaniel: This has effectively became a handicap match.

Brian Rentfro: Because Starr knows that he could never beat Jethro one on one without help.

Starr bends down, telling Love to do something. Love doesn't take kindly to being told what to do. Love slams a balled fist right into Starr's down turned face sending him vertical against the ropes. Starr holds at his chin, but all TH Love is doing is smiling and shoving up to his feet. Right from Love rocks Starr into the ropes, Love uses the momentum to send him running across the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Big back body there from TH Love.

Brian Rentfro: Starr is down, Jethro is right. New name, new look, same lack of talent.

Jon McDaniel: I tend to disagree.

Brian Rentfro: You would.

TH Love begins to place the boots to Starr's face and chest with joy on his face. Love picks Starr up, Irish whip into the turnbuckles. Love slams Starr's head back on his neck with a running clothesline. Starr bounces out of the corner, Love hits the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes Starr onto his back, where Love makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Kickout by Starr as he isn't ready to give it up just yet.

Jon McDaniel: Lucious able to kick out there.

Brian Rentfro: I'm surprised, he is used to laying on his back inside that ring.

Jethro does some major trash talking, grabbing the attention of both Lucious and Treacherous Love. Both men look at each other and nod. Love and Starr walk over to Hayes. He talks some trash before getting popped with a double punch from both wrestlers. They then execute
a nice double suplex with great impact. The crowd roars, as they love seeing Hayes get his. Love covers, only to be pulled off by Starr at the count
of one. Now Starr covers, and receives the same courtesy. Starr gets up and is in the face of Kidd. They don't come to blows as Hayes is up, nailing both men with a double clothesline. Hayes picks up Love sending him into the
near corner. He picks up Starr and sends him into the corner to Love. Love gets a boot up and nails Starr. Starr staggers toward Hayes, who nails
a vicious clothesline to the back of the head. Starr is hurt. Love takes the opportunity to get Hayes from behind with a swinging neck breaker. He covers.
One...

Two...
Thre..

Not quite. Hayes gets a shoulder up. Love lets Hayes get to his feet. Starr is rising too. Love sees a spot, and attempts a double clothesline
near the ropes. Hayes and Starr back body drop Love over the top rope. T.H. crashes to the floor. Hayes hits a DDT on Lucious. Hayes is taunting
the crowd as both of his opponents are down. Love is getting up, he is in front of the announcers. Hayes doesn't see him crawling onto the apron of the
ring. Hayes turns around and charges at T.H. Love. BIG BOOT AND Love GOES FLYING...

Through the Announce table!

Love is out. The announcers scramble. Hayes looks on with a sick expression, far too pleased by the carnage he's caused. Starr from behind with a roll
up.

One...

Two...

Kick out by Hayes. Starr doesn't let up any. He gets Hayes up for... A struggled shoulder breaker. That leads to a Fujiwara arm-bar. Love isn't
moving outside the ring. Hayes refuses to tap. He gets the bottom rope and Starr releases. Lucious Starr with a boot to the shoulder of the downed Hayes.
Then some head butts... He is knocking the disease out of the cranium of Hayes. Hayes gets a thumb to Chickens eye. He hoists him up for a BIG TIME POWERSLAM.
The cover

One...

Two...

Thre...

No.. whoa! Starr got out by a quarter of an inch. Hayes is frustrated. Love is slowly moving. Starr trips Hayes. He lays
in with some more head butts. Hayes fights him off and gets up. Love undoes the top turnbuckle padding, behind Swindell's back. Hayes grabs Starr
and sends him into the exposed corner. No... IT'S REVERSED. Hayes hits back first. He slumps down in the corner. Lucious Starr charges in with a running
knee into the shoulder of Hayes. Starr looks over at Love who is acting as though he has been down but is closer to the ring. Hayes is trying to get up Hayes with a nut shot on Starr. Starr falls to the mat in agony. Hayes has unwrapped his tape from around his wrist. He wraps it around
the throat of Lucious. He hides it with a reverse chin-lock. Scott turns around and is none the wiser. Starr is fading out. Hayes feels Starr going
limp. He lets go and picks him up. Hayes sends him into the ropes, but Starr hangs on. Hayes looks unhappy and charges with a clothesline, Starr charges
simultaneously, hitting a clothesline too. Both men down. Stereo clotheslines and the crowd is in shock. Not one superstar standing. Love stirring on the
outside. Swindell is counting both men down. This can't end like this.

One!

Two!

Three!

Jon McDaniel: Starr isn't moving.

Four!

Brian Rentfro: But Hayes is.

Five!

Six!

Hayes is sitting up.

Seven.

Starr is trying to pull up. Love is near the ring.

Eight!

Nine!

Hayes on his feet. He grabs Starr and it's time for the Planter!

BUT Love STOPS IT with a BOOT TO Jethro's knee!
Hayes stumbles back. Hayes gets hit with a hard impactful clothesline... and then Love lines him up for another
one! That sends Hayes over the top rope RIGHT onto the floor! Hayes hits his head on the concrete! Two men in the ring now
Brian Rentfro: Oh no! Do you think he is alright?

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure, his skull is pretty thick.

Brian Rentfro: Not you too.

Starr with a German Suplex on Love. It knocks the wind out of him. Starr is climbing the top... it's time for a big time move! Flying head-butt
from the top rope. Lucious Starr is hurting from that move too. Delayed cover. Starr finally gets over there.

One...

Two...

Love KICKS OUT! Starr rolls off. He is dazed. Love sees Starr and he crawls over to him. He is going for The Hungry Hungry Hippo!

Jon McDaniel: He's biting him!

Brian Rentfro: I didn't know T.H. Love was a shiteater.

He locks it in... what a painful move. Starr scrambles, they're not in the center of the ring... Starr gets near the ropes and his Six Foot Three frame allows him to reach the bottom rope with his
foot. Love looks frustrated, but continues the course. He gets Starr up for A Word From Our Sponsors! BLOCKED! Lucious Starr falls behind.

Hell's Wrath!

Love doesn't let Starr synch it in properly. He kicks off the ropes and it sends them BOTH backward. Lucious Starr releases after getting drug to the ground with an inverted bulldog.
Love takes another opportunity to apply The Hungry Hungry Hippo submission! This time it's in the center of the ring. Hayes is stirring. Lucious Starr is screaming
in pain as Love bites him repeatedly without Scott seeing the illegal tactic. Hayes is on the ring apron. Starr is in SO MUCH PAIN! Any miracles left for Starr? Will Hayes get there.. Hayes goes through the ropes and Jethro with a big boot to Love's head sends him tumbling over and breaking the hold before Love is able to pick up the win.
Love & Hayes tie it up. Hayes catches Love with a big running powerslam off the ropes and goes for a quick surprise pin.
One...

Two...

Thr--
Nope, a kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro should have known better.

Brian Rentfro: But the Southern Hypocrit nearly picks up a win.

Calf Toss attempt, Love slides behind. Three-quarter nelson into the front russian leg sweep. Love covers for a surprise pin.

One...

Two...

Thr

Kickout!

Love looking for a running clothesline, Hayes hits a back body drop. Suplex
time Love blocks, countering with a DDT attempt, but Hayes blocks THAT. He gets Love up, Stun Gun on the top rope leaves T.H. Love gasping. Jethro taunts to the crowd, but fails to notice Lucious Starr rushing in with a clothesline to the back of the head. Love is on the outside, recovering, as Jethro Hayes starts punching away on Lucious Starr. Irish whip sends Hayes into the turnbuckle, Starr charging in with a clothesline, but Hayes sidesteps! Starr staggers out, right into the waiting Hayes' arms. Up on the shoulder, Planter connects! Hayes covers for

One...

Two...

Th---

Jon McDaniel: Love breaks up the pin attempt.

Brian Rentfro: What an idiot!

It's one fall to a finish, Love could use a win here tonight. Hayes argues with Love, who reminds Hayes of the rules to the match. Is it
going to come to blows? No! T.H. Love low blows Hayes, then rolls him up for

One...

Two...

Starr breaks up the pin attempt. Hayes rolls outside, dealing
with his groinal injury.

Jon McDaniel: Unconventional, but effective.

Brian Rentfro: What an idiot!

Shadow Starr is getting fired up. He puts Love down with a DDT, covers

One...

Two...

Love is slow to get up, doubled over. Jethro sees the opportunity
and hits the ropes for a running front kick --- Love stands up delivers a Clothesline From Hippo Hell! He immediately pulls Jethro up, standing headscissors takedown it connects! Love looks for the cover but Lucious Starr nails him from behind, sending him flying out of the ring. And... Starr covers the fallen Southern Hero

One...

Two...

Love pulls Starr off the pin as Jethro kicks out similtaneously. Jethro rolls up to his feet as Love pushes Starr out of the way. Jethro nods his thanks over to Love before turning to face Lucious in a motion for him and Love to double team Lucious.

Hayes just DECKED Love out of nowhere! What a cheap shot!
Hayes pulling Love up, shouting in his face... NO! Calf Toss!

Jon McDaniel: What is Jethro doing?

Brian Rentfro: Resting, he has worked hard in this match, time for a break.

Jethro climbs out of the ring, heading over to the announce table.

Jethro Hayes: What a match ay Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Yes sir, it has been amazing, do you need to rest?

Jethro Hayes: I reckon I need to go finish these clowns off.

Jethro puts the headset down, stepping back into the ring as the other two men have gotten back to their feet. All three men back up in the ring. We have a triple collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring! Hayes drives a knee into the gut of Love and rakes the eyes of Starr causing
a break. Hayes grabs Love and hurls him through the ring ropes to the floor and then turns his attention to Lucious. Starr takes a stiff right hand to
the head that staggers him and Hayes shoots him into the ropes. Starr ducks a clothesline and goes for a cross body off of the opposite ropes. Jethro catches Starr in mid air, holds him for a second and takes him up and over with a fallaway slam! Hayes is quickly back to his feet and never sees the
missile dropkick from Love that almost takes his head off. Love springs off the second rope and drops a leg across the back of Jethro's head before
shooting a half nelson on him and rolling him over for a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he should have rested more, but that is still a dirty attaack from Love.

Jon McDaniel: All's fair in love, war, and triple threats.

Starr is back to his feet. Starr grabs Love and tries
to throw him over the top rope. Love hangs on, skins the cat and is back in the ring! Starr charges at Love but one backdrop later and the former
Intercontinental Champ is sent crashing to the outside! Hayes is now also back to his feet and closes in on Love but takes a dropkick that stuns him.

Jon McDaniel: Treacherous Love is doing the right thing by trying to keep this match fast paced. Hayes has a ton of experience and if he's able to slow things
down it'll be his match to lose!

Brian Rentfro: Isn't New Zealand where all those hobbits live?

Love grabs Hayes and Irish whips him into the ropes only to have Lucious Starr grab the legs of the veteran and pull him to the outside. Lucious sends Jethro into the ringpost and climbs into the ring to confront Love. The two men lock up and Starr takes Love over with an arm drag. Love is back up and is chopped across the chest by a determined Lucious Starr! Starr backs Love against the ropes and shoots him off going for a clothesline. Love ducks
under, hooks the arm of Starr and swings his legs around the other arm and pulls him down into a crucifix pinning combo.

One...

Two...

Jon McDaniel: Close call there.

Brian Rentfro: When is the new Harry Potter movie coming out?

Both men are quickly back to their feet. Starr goes for a kick but it's caught! Enziguri by Starr that sends Love slumping against the ropes! Again Love is shot off the ropes and Starr lowers his head for a back drop. Love leaps over Starr and pulls him into a sunset flip. Starr rolls through and hits
a basement dropkick on Love! Love rolls to the outside as Starr gets blindsided by Jethro! Hayes shoves Starr into a corner and drives a pair of
knees into the ribs of the former Intercontinental Champ. Hayes grabs an arm of Starr and pulls him out of the corner and into a short arm clothesline.

Brian Rentfro: Get 'em Jethro!

Jon McDaniel: Jeez at least try to act professional out here Brian.

Starr is sent into the ropes and Hayes drills him with a vicious powerslam! Love is back on the ring apron. He springs up to the top rope and takes
flight at Hayes. The veteran spots him just in time and catches the much smaller man in mid air! Hayes gorilla presses Love above his head and slowly
walks to the ring ropes as if he's getting ready to hurl him out into the crowd. A chopblock from Starr causes Hayes to fall back with Love on top!
One...

Two...

Starr pulls Love off of Hayes and spikes him to the mat with a side effect! Love rolls to the outside as Starr pulls Hayes up to his
feet. Hayes is sent into the ropes and dropped by a flying lariat from Lucious. Without missing a beat Starr goes to the near turnbuckle, climbs to the
top and takes to the sky with a Shooting star legdrop! Hayes rolls at the last second and Starr hits hard! From the edge of our screen Love flies
into view and hammers Lucious Starr with a forearm!

One...

Two...

Jon McDaniel: It is anyone's match so far.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro will pull it out or Love, as long as Lucious is defeated its all that matters.

A kick to the head from Hayes breaks up the pin. Love is yanked to his feet by Jethro and sent into the ropes. Big boot to the face! Love is still standing, although on spaghetti legs. A Southern Georgia Lariat almost decapitates him though
and now it's Hayes with the pin attempt!

One...

Two...

Starr makes the save!

Jon McDaniel: One of these men will have to put someone out of commission if they hope to secure a pinfall.

Brian Rentfro: I'm still pulling for Jethro!

Back in the ring, Starr has pulled Hayes to his feet and backed him into a corner. A trio of chops sends the crowd into a "Woooooooo" frenzy as Hayes holds
his chest in pain. Love is back to his feet and watching the brawl in the corner. Starr Irish whips Hayes out of the corner but the big man reverses
it and sends the former Intercontinental Champ right into a hurricanrana from Haggard! Hayes is quick to grab Love before he can do anything and punishes him with a Georgia slam! Starr is getting to his feet and Hayes charges him only to take a dropkick to the knee that sends him head first into the middle turnbuckles!
Hayes rolls over and drops to a seated position in the corner just as Starr charges in with a running knee to the head! Love is slowly getting up and
Starr quickly hooks him and nails a Northern Lights Suplex!

One...

Two...

Love grabs the bottom rope calling for a break! Love is shoved out of the ring by
Starr who then turns his attention back to Hayes. Starr charges him in the corner but takes a back elbow to the face. Hayes grabs a handful of hair and
pulls Starr to the center of the ring where he takes him up into the lights and holds him!

Brian Rentfro: Look at the amazing strength of Jethro Hayes there.
Jon McDaniel: His strength is something to behold.

Hayes falls back with authority and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Starr kicks out! Hayes looks pissed as he rolls Starr over onto his stomach and starts
to rub his face back and forth across the mat! Love is back into the ring and Hayes leaves a wounded Starr where he lies. A spinning heel kick staggers
Hayes and Love is quick to shoot him into the ropes. Hayes reverses a hurricanrana attempt by turning it into a spinning powerbomb!

One...

Two...

Love kicks out miraculously as the fans pop big time, they don't want Jethro winning. Love is pulled to his feet and dumped over the top rope like a bag of trash. Starr is back to his feet and Hayes charges him only to be brought down with a drop toe hold. Starr quickly locks in a STF on Hayes and the crowd comes to their feet in anticipation of a tap out! Hayes is to close to the ropes however and is able to pull himself over and get the hold broken. Starr goes to pull the big man up but Hayes suddenly hoists him up and hotshots him across the top ring rope! Hayes is all smiles now as he pulls Starr to the center of the ring and starts to lock in a Southern Fried crossface Chicken wing on Starr's injured arm. Starr gets into the ropes, and Swindell orders Jethro to break the hold. Jethro laughs and spits in Swindell's face as he synches the hold in further on Starr's injured arm. Swindell begins his count as the spit runs down his face.

One!

Two!

Three!

Brian Rentfro: Jethro doesn't care, he is going to mame Lucious!

Jon McDaniel: But he'll lose!

Jethro breaks the hold, but THLove comes out of no where and nails Jethro with a front dropkick sending him out of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Love is alive!

Brian Rentfro: But not really! Starr just nailed him with the Grim Reaper!

Starr covers Love.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And your winner... LUCIOUS... STARR!!!!

Hayes gets back into the ring, and has a pissed off lock. Starr's arm is about to get raised, but Starr gets plowed instead!

Jon McDaniel: Uncalled for, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I disagree. Hayes is a world-class athlete. You don't mess with that.

The Maverick Initiative vs The Renegade Souljahs


It's Gary and Ross circling each other for the start, with the Grizzly Beer Champion cheering his brother on. Ross feints, Gary twitches
and then tries a move of his own, a snap kick--CAUGHT. Leg drag sends Gary to the ground. Ryan's full of pep, and catches Gary with a quick leg drop. Ross picks Gary up, whips him into the ropes, a SUPERKICK--DUCKED! by the rather miniscule Gary. Gary hits the opposite ropes, Ryan's turned around, DROPKICK! Ryan's dropped to the mat, and Gary does an abbreviated Seated Senton on his prone foe. HOLD ON! Ryan has wrapped his arms around Gary's neck! Had him scouted, looks like a sleeper hold... NO! Illegal choke! The ref counts four on it, but Ross just stopped Gary's momentum DEAD. Gary's gasping for air on the mat, and Ross tags in his partner--OH DEAR, it's Zout versus Gary.

Zout scoops up Gary and holds him to his chest--FALLAWAY SLAM! Right into the Souldjahs corner! And now Ryan is choking out Gary THERE! Johnny runs out of his corner, but Referee Scott Swindell catches him and starts arguing him back to his corner--MEANWHILE, Zout is laying the boots to a choking Gary, with Ryan cackling away. Johnny knows enough to cool down to save his brother, so he stomps back to the tag rope, and the ref gives his attention back to the Souljahs, screaming at them to break up the double-team. Ross relinquishes his chokehold, and Zout drags a limp Gary out to the center of the ring. Zout scoops the smaller Maverick brother up, and appropriately enough, SCOOP SLAM! From such height! THAT woke Gary up in a hurry! Zout smirks evilly,
and picks Gary up, hoisting him over his head... picture-perfect GORILLA PRESS from the more experienced wrestler, holding Gary high like a trophy, turning around so that Johnny and the crowd can see Gary getting manhandled--WHAT THE? Gary! With his hand--he's hooked into Zout's nose, pulling back in an improvised Claw! Zout starts to stagger a bit, and that's all the little man needs--he slips out BEHIND Zout, and hooks the head on the way down--INVERTED DDT! He just felled the more experienced Zout, but for HOW LONG? Gary is woozy, scrambling to find his feet, Johnny is stomping the ring apron, DESPERATE for a tag! Zout SLOWLY sits up, and Gary rushes for the corner--YES! NO! Ryan pulls Johnny off the ring apron, and the tag is never made! Zout catches up to Gary, wheels him around, grabs the neck--neckbreaker! Goes for the cover--but where's the ref? He's OUTSIDE, trying to break up Johnny and Ryan! A pissed-off Johnny upper hand first as he nails an European uppercut to Ryan's jaw. He LUNGES for the surprisingly spry Ross, but just rips off a chunk of hair. Ross screaming at the top of his lungs as a chunk of hair is missing, Zout screaming at the ref! The ref slides back in the ring and counts the pin--ONE! TWO! TWOOOO!!! Gary has been give enough of a breather to store up a kick-out. Zout IS SO MAD HE COULD SPIT, and stands Gary up so that he can whip him--HARD--into the Souljahs' corner. Ross has Gary by the arms, holding him in place... AND HERE'S Zout LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN! Wait! Gary sits out--between Zout's legs--Zout SMACKS Ross KER-POW OFF OF THE APRON! And into the guard-rail! Zout is in HORROR at the sight of his partner laying crumpled on the ground at ringside, then turns around to see Gary on all fours, dogging it to his partner Johnny -TAG IS MADE!

Johnny barrels into the ring, having had to wait THIS long to get a piece of Zout, and drills the bigger Zout with a Lariat! Zout bounces off the mat but gets up again--LARIAT from Johnny! Zout is up once again, but Johnny gets some momentum off the ropes, leaves his feet--CLOTHESLINE! NOW Johnny is A HOUSE! ON! FIRE! Zout looks out on the mat, and Johnny ROARS! He points to his brother--Gary knows what to do! Gary is up on the corner turnbuckle, And Johnny goes to pick Zout up--Zout's got Johnny by the throat! And now Zout's standing--Neckbreaker! Neckbreaking Johnny out of his boots! But Gary's in the air! Konami Code takes Zout out! And Gary rolls Johnny on top of Zout before scooting it out of the ring, it's a cover--ONE! TWO! TWOOO!!! Zout is getting UP, Johnny is getting UP, both men very slowly... Johnny JUMPS to his feet! Off the ropes--Failure to Launch! On Zout! That one handed bulldog move drops Zout limp. Johnny Goes for the cover, ONE! TWO-OOOO!!! Zout can soak up a lot of damage! Johnny pulls Zout up, but Zout reverses with a toe stomp and makes a diving tag to his partner Ross. Ross climbs into the ring and clotheslines Johnny out of his boots. Ross nails Gary in the head with a forearm smash, knocking him off the apron. Ross goes into an uproar as the fans react with boo's. Ross turns around and gets met with the Tony Jaa from Johnny!

Johnny looks over to see how his brother is doing, and Gary took a nasty bump on the outside, opening up a cut on his forehead. Gary bleeds heavily, and Johnny is infuriated. Johnny pulls Ross over to the corner and hoists him up to the top turnbuckle. Johnny nails the ABM on the outside steel steps!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Ross just got destroyed!

Brian Rentfro: And Zout is still reeling from that Failure to Launch move from the Maverick duo.

Johnny looks down on a decimated Ross and then pulls him into the ring. Ross' body nearly goes limp and Johnny makes the cover.

1..

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Winner: Maverick Initiative 12:12

Ryan lay on the Mat as Guerilla Radio played over the P.A. system, a glazed look in his eyes. Mark entered the ring the ring with a concerned look on his face as the referee kneeled down to check out on his downed partner. The camera man is close enough to the action to get a little whisper of the voices.

Mark: “Holy crap is he ok, Ryan, Ryan can you here me man?”

Ryan slowly began to stir; his hands rose, motioning to the people around him to back away. The camera man entered the ring to get a better shot of the former Global Champion. Ryan slowly rolled over pained riddled across his face. He posted up off the mat and got on an all fours position. With a sigh from the crowd he raised his leg pushing off the mat and stumbling forward into a standing position. He looked around his face contorted from pain to disgust. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out Dos Cara’s mask. A smirk crossed his face as he looked at it, and then, with vigor and pleasure, pulls it over his head.

Mark looked at Ryan with a confused look on his face.

Mark: “What? What are you doing man?”

Dos Cara: “Who are you, ese? I don’t know you nor do I know who Ryan is.”

Mark: “Come on man, this isn’t funny, take that mask off and let’s go to the back.”

Dos Cara: “Hey hombre, don’t tell Dos Cara what to do or I’ll kill you homes. In fact.”

Dos Cara pulled back his hand and slapped mark right across the face.

Dos Cara: “Ha, put you in your place yeah punta.”

Mark: “What the hell Ryan, dude, I-“

Mark shook his head, and pushed past Dos laying down and rolling out of the ring. His face saddened by his friend’s new direction as he threw his arms out to both sides and walked backwards up the ramp. Dos walks over to the side of the ring and grabbed a microphone.

Dos: “Listen homes, I’m not this Ryan you speak of, and I’m sure as Hades not you friend chump so keep walking.”

Cara: “Ryan, Ryan, hey I think he means the father.”

Dos: “Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, The Father is dead, you will never hear from him again, you will never see him again, and if I can help it I will make each and everyone of you forget him.”

Mark Zout walked back out from the back stage with a mic in hand ready to speak.

Mark: “Listen, Ryan, this is going a bit far man, I know you like the eccentric but this is a bit much.”

Dos: “Did you not just hear me, The Father is dead, now it’s just me, I’m the one in control and as I said his memory will be lost after today as I, the greatest luchadore of all time will snuff him out of remembrance.”

Mark: “ok whatever man.”

Dos: “If you think, you’ll have something to say about it then, I’ll finish you too. In fact since the father is dead I guess my next course of action will be killing the one he loved most, you.”

Mark: “I’m not going to fight you Dos, because no matter what you think, that’s my friend’s body and I will not do anything to harm him.”

Dos: “we’ll see, ese. Everyone has a breaking point.”

Dos drops the Mic as Monster by Skillet hits the P.A. segment.

Brian Rentfro: .. so Dos Cara and Ryan Ross are the same person?

Jon McDaniel: This is bizarre, Brian. I would be scared if I was Mark Zout, it seems Dos Cara is out to destroy anything he can!

Brian Rentfro: You mean they can, right?

Jon McDaniel: Right.

Marxx vs The Phoenix


Jon McDaniel: Welcome back folks, we’re about to kick off another hot match with The Phoenix vs our Intercontinental Champion, Marxx. And joining us again tonight.

He sighs.

Jon McDaniel: Laura Estella.

Laura Estella: Word up homey.

Brian Rentfro: Our IC champion has already been introduced and is waiting inside the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

The lights dim… A song that isn’t Thing of Beauty begins to pick up.

Brian Rentfro: Is that.

Jon McDaniel: Oh dear.

Laura Estella: Fuck yes!

Rock you Like a Hurricane crushes the sound system, throwing itself into full swing as The Phoenix – with band no less – explode out onto the stage. It even earns him some cheers as the group form up and strike a serious metal pose.

Laura Estella: I am suddenly very happy I picked this match to return.

In full gear from his last promo, despite some likely chaffage under the hot lights, The Phoenix… and band… with instruments… roll down the ramp and to the ring. All four of them make it to the apron as The Phoenix climbs up to the ring. He then leans back to throw up a metal fist as his band “rock out” before leaping through the ropes.

Eric Emerson: The Phoenix!

Obviously Eric is a little off his game as Scoprion Phoenix rushes passed him and into the ropes. He then throws up his fist, actually getting a few more cheers from the fans who all seem a little bewildered if nothing else. The Phoenix then drops down and takes a corner. The music fades… he pushes his wig back out his face. You can’t help but notice it.Jon McDaniel: Well this is certainly unique. And our competitors are ready to go in the ring.

Laura Estella: I am pumped up for this. Yeah!

Jon McDaniel: Just to check, we’re not going to have any more outbursts like earlier.

Laura Estella: No, doctors held me down back stage and had me medicated.

Jon McDaniel: You’re a censors dream, you know that?

The bell rings as the two work their way around the ring. Marxx seems a little perturbed by his opponent’s sudden change but the Phoenix doesn’t share his reluctance and fires into a lock up, using it to push Marxx back into the ropes. The referee moves in to break it up and finds himself obliged as such as the Phoenix backs away… though not before throwing down some air guitar, holding it up on the solo.

Laura Estella: Someone spiked that dudes Yoohoo.

Brian Rentfro: Probably did it to himself.

The two go at it again and this time the Phoenix transitions into a Headlock and gets them both to the ground. Marxx struggles from the ground, going as far as to reach up and grab the hair… which actually seems to work.

Brian Rentfro: Hair pull! Not cool!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think it counts if it’s not really his.

Laura Estella: How do you know? That guy could have some serious long flowing locks under there.

Jon McDaniel: Even so.

The referee thinks about it for a moment before forcing the break. The Phoenix scowls (probably, it’s hard to tell what with the mask and all) before being dragged back to his feet. Marxx then throws him to the ropes, resulting in the Phoenix coming back and flooring him with a Shoulder-Block. The Phoenix then leans down to inform him that he just got rocked (like a hurricane most likely) before hitting the ropes on the other side.

Brian Rentfro: My only worry is he’s going to run through all these gags so early on in the match.

Laura Estella: I think you’ve under estimated how committed this guy is to a bit.

The Phoenix comes back and leaps over as Marxx drops to his front. He then rises up and Leapfrogs the Phoenix coming the other way before catching him the third time with an Armdrag. Marxx holds on to an Armbar and brings the action to the canvas. He pulls the hair again for good measure, earning a warning and a few cheers from the fans.

Laura Estella: Play by the rules, fuckwad!

Brian Rentrfo: Little man with the panic button is working overtime tonight.

Laura Estella: And in that I’m doing my part to help another through the recession.

The two work their way back to their feet and into the corner. The referee calls for a break but doesn’t see that the Phoenix is the one who refuses to let go. The referee lowers down to force them apart and that’s when the Phoenix lashes out with a finger into Marxx’s eye.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix once again taking any step for an advantage.

Laura Estella: Well what do you expect, guy was in the ropes and wouldn’t let go.

Jon McDaniel: The Phoenix was the one who was holding onto him!

Laura Estella: I think I know how an Armbar works, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Tell that to Riona Langly.

Brian Rentfro: Oow burn!

Marxx staggers back and gets caught with a hammer blow from the Phoenix that puts him on his knees. He throws up a hand to the fans and gets little in the way of cheers for his effort, save from his band at ringside. That doesn’t stop him soaking it in though as he raises Marxx up into a Scoop Slam. The Phoenix plants him hard and follows up with a knee drop before looking for the pin.


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Jon McDaniel: 2 and out as Marxx throws up an arm. He didn’t get to be intercontinental champion by giving up that easily.

Laura Estella: Are you sure, cause I think he gave up being world champion pretty easy.

Jon McDaniel: Six days on the top and already she’s got a chip on her shoulder.

Laura Estella: No I’ve always been this awful, they just don’t normally let me out during the show.

Jon McDaniel: I can see why.

The Phoenix follows up by dragging Marxx into the corner. From there he lines him up and lands a few shoulder charges to soften Marxx up.

Laura Estella: Dude is getting Freshly Squeezed.

The Phoenix hits one more before whipping him out with Snapmare that sends him to the centre of the ring. Marxx sits up as the Phoenix comes off the ropes and crushes him with a kick to the chest. The Phoenix can easily see the match going in his favour, and so he sings us a little blast of Wind of Change… which gets mercifully cut off as Marxx rolls him up from behind.


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The Phoenix barrels out of the cover.

Laura Estella: Fuck you, you little moose jockey!

Brian Rentfro: You wanted more of that.

Laura Estella: I think he has the voice of an Angel.

Jon McDaniel: There is clearly No One Like You.

The Phoenix gets back to his feet and begins wailing on Marxx with stomps wherever he can find some flesh. It totally messes up his wig but he doesn’t seem to care as he leans in and lands a few solid right hands. The Phoenix then leaps back up and makes for the corner, signalling for the finish. He stops at the ropes just for a moment, slapping a high-five with one of his band mates before scaling the ropes.

Laura Estella: The Winds of Change!

Brian Rentfro: We’ve name dropped that one already.

Laura Estella: Passion Rules the Game!

Brian Rentfro: That one isn’t so good.

Laura Estella: Moment of Glory?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah that’ll do.

The Phoenix reaches the top and turns, right into the hands of Marxx, who sends him flying from the top-rope to the mat. Marxx leans back into the ropes for a moment, giving the Phoenix enough time to find his feet before putting him down again with a Clothesline. The Phoenix is a little slower this time, prompting Marxx to rush in and drag him to his feet. He then whips him to the ropes and then drags him up into the air on his return, before knocking him flat out on his face with a Flapjack.

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is back in a big way.

Laura Estella: Guess someone sent him an Angel.

Jon McDaniel: I assume we’re name dropping songs here but I’m totally not following.

Laura Estella: what are you man, a square?

The fans rise up as Marxx clambers back to his feet and calls out to the fans. They respond with the word Party as Marxx takes a run. The Phoenix has his wits about him though, and dodges out the way as Marxx drops the leg. The Phoenix then drags him up and lands a kick to the gut before pulling him in for the Cradle Piledriver. The band are going wild on the outside as The Phoenix hauls him up, but Marxx leans forward and digs an elbow into his face. It’s enough to break his grip and send Marxx back to the mat. Luckily he lands on his feet, and stands up with a shoulder into the Phoenix’s gut.

Jon McDaniel: He’s got him up.

Marxx drags the Phoenix into the air, secures his head and then quickly drives him down into the mat with the Schewin.

Jon McDaniel: He got him.

Brian Rentfro: Leaving Marxx!

Laura Estella: That’s not very clever. Shoulda called it the White Dove or Make it Real.

Marxx goes for the cover.


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Jon McDaniel: What the –

With the referee’s hand just off the canvas he finds himself on the floor outside as one of the Phoenix’s band drags him out by the leg. The referee is going wild on the floor, completely oblivious to the fact that the rest of the band are spreading out around the ring. One of them makes for the apron, prompting Marxx to react, getting to his feet and annihilating the man with a big kick that sends him into the rail. It give the Phoenix a moment though, and as he climbs to his feet a third band member slides something into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Is that…

Brian Rentfro: He’s got a knife!

Laura Estella: He’s about to give him All That He Needs.

Marxx turns around and right into the blade. Unfortunetly, in the heat of the moment, the Phoenix seems to have forgotten that he’s holding a prop, and finds Marxx standing before him, looking perfectly alive and amight confused. The Phoenix tosses it away and ducks a shot from Marxx. This time the band member throws him something a little bit more effective.

Brian Rentfro: Now he’s got an electric guitar.

Laura Estella: If it’s not plugged in it’s just a guitar.

Marxx turns again and the Phoenix comes up swinging, bringing the guitar around and smashing into across Marxx’s head. Bits scatter across the ring as Marxx goes down wooden. The Phoenix latches onto a cover, just in time as the referee slips back in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: He’s calling for the bell!

The Phoenix jumps up and onto the referee to complain, but Eric makes the announcement regardless.

Eric Emerson: Your winner, by Disqualification… MARXX

The Phoenix looks a little bothered, but a last look at Marxx makes him change his mind. He shrugs and throws up his hands. Only his band seem to appreciate it.

Brian Rentfro: He’s done it! Our proud creator steals another victory from the jaws of defeat.

Jon McDaniel: What are you talking about, he lost!

Laura Estella: Like the true guitar hero he is.

Jon McDaniel: How in anyway did that make him look like a hero. He just robbed MArxx of his straight win.

Laura Estella: What, that he got Hit Between the Eyes? Had a Blackout? His mind is now Ten Years Away?

Jon McDaniel: You are so lame.

Laura Estella: Hey, all I know is that Love is Blind… and now so is Marxx.

The referee shoos Phoenix out of the ring as he rolls out to celebrate with the band. They all pat him on the back and sing him a few cheers as they guide him up the ramp. They stop only once, turning and striking a pose, before stepping through the ramp. The referee moves to check on Marxx, who doesn’t seem to be having as much fun.

Jon McDaniel: Well whatever other puns you have –

Laura Estella: I got tons too.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn’t change the fact that The Phoenix stole this night from Marxx, and I think this is far from over between the two of them.

Brian Rentfro: I think that’s exactly what the Phoenix wants.

Laura Estella: He said he wanted the title. No one else has been able to beat MArrx though, so dare I ask: Phoenix… Are You the One?

Jon McDaniel: I’m glad we’re through here.

Laura Estella: Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back another night for sure.

More referees turn up to help Marxx in the ring as he sits up, looking a little woozy but none the less awake. Estella makes her way up the entrance ramp and backstage.

As Marxx makes his way up the ramp, the PWA Intercontinental Championship in hand, he takes some time to slap a few hands... Getting to the top of the ramp, he turns his back to the entrance curtain and holds the IC title high, flashbulbs going off throughout the arena...

::Today... my name... is pain...::

Marxx seems to jump a bit at the interruption as the former PWA World's Heavyweight Champion walks out from behind the curtain, already prepared for her match with Jacob Figgins later in the show... She seems to be feeling nice, as she's carrying not one, but a pair of mics. Marxx turns around and takes one of the mics from Riona, looking a little confused about the former World Champion's presence in front of him. He puts his title on his shoulder, looking at her, breathing heavily after his match with Phoenix.

Marxx: "Since you came here, I guess YOU have something to say to me. So go ahead sweetie, I'm listening."

Taking a few moments to tap at her mic, Riona begins to speak.

Riona: "Wellll... Let's piece together the puzzle here... I come on the airwaves last night and say I'm going to challenge someone, and explicitly say it's not going to be Laura since she has other people to worry about. Then, I have troubles saying anything about Figgy, who is one of the Warbound, so challenging Mav is out. There's no point to me working against Simon Yip... So, I guess I'm here to challenge YOU to a match ol' Marxxie, specifically for Revolutions Per Minute, and more specifically for the PWA Intercontinental Championship you've got there. Ain't I nice to bring out a mic JUST so you can reply?"

Marxx: "Hmm, I see that no matter what you have in mind for the person in front of you, you don't forget courtesy. But no matter how polite you are to me, there is one little detail you forgot. While you were busy trying to become the first Undisputed champion, a distinction that ended to a rookie, there was someone else who fought and won the right to challenge me for this little treasure at Revolutions Per Minute."

Riona: "Oh, I quite know that Mark Zout... beaten him... has got himself a shot at the IC Title at RPM II. However, see things from my perspective for a second. For once, I'm doing something for myself. I'm not doing this for the good of the business, I'm not doing this to rid the PWA of a great evil... I'm doing this, challenging you, out of sheer, willful pride. If you had a record like the one that you're knocking on the doorway of... wouldn't you want to defend it? And, you want to put that title over as something big, right? Because, when I was champion, I was fighting Corey Lazarus, Jamie Flynn, Viktor Stone... I beat one of the 5 Time PWA World Champions in Showtime Marcus Ambrose... That title hasn't meant anything in months, especially when you consider that I've thrashed all of your defenses so far... Ian? Beaten. Ledge? Beaten. Petrov? Gave him his first professional loss. Hell, back in October, when I wasn't exactly myself, I beat you. I want a shot at defending my record Marxx... I want a shot at making that title worth something... because, if you beat me... think of how big that'll be for your career."

Marxx: "You want a shot? Then nothing stops you from it girl. But once I retain the championship and continue the countdown to the day your record will be broken, at least you will be able to console yourself with the fact that you got your 15 minutes of fame, that you faced big names... Back when they were doing a name for themselves. It sounds impressive now that they succeded to do that. In a couple years, my wins over people like Emperor Ian, Vitaly Petrov, Lucious Starr...

Riona cuts him off...

Riona: "Starr's a fucking moron, don't make me laugh."

Marxx seems to look a little indignant but continues...

Marxx: "Anyway... the list goes on will be seen the same way as your wins over those who were at the level these are now. But you're right, there's things you did that I didn't and that I probably never will... Like losing the World championship to a rookie. I lost it at my first defense too, but at least the one I lost to had some

credibility!"

Riona shrugs a bit at the accusation.

Riona: "You know what? You're right... I did lose the World Championship to a rookie. A rookie that, if you haven't been paying attention, is my best friend... oh, and I guess I've had a bit of a hand in training her. So, I lost the match to someone that knows me pretty well, and I'm fucking proud of what she's done. And, look at Genesis... You lost to Ledge, by fucking DQ no less... and what did I do? Oh, right... RAIZZOR, KO WITH MY ELBOW."

Marxx: "Like I said, you got your 15 minutes of fame. Now if you feel like you can keep this record for yourself, the chance is yours. I'd be safer to refuse and go for a singles match with mark Zout, but Triple Threat always gives a better show. And guess what? I'm ALL for the show! And I'm all about walking in that ring and leave my Marxx on you when the time comes."

Riona mock claps a bit.

Riona: "Nice try... but here's the thing that bothers me just slightly about your little idea. Beating Zout while I'm on the outside doesn't solve anything. So, here's what I'm suggesting to good ol' Joe BoXer, who probably is drawing up the paperwork as we speak... Marxx vs. Riona Langly vs. Mark Zout... Three. Way. Dance."

Marxx looks left and right as some fans show their approval to this idea with some cheers. And then, he turns by Riona, looking at her straight in the eyes.

Marxx: "... You're on!"

Riona holds her hand out for the handshake. Marxx looks at the hand, hesitating for a second, but he extends and the two shake on the deal. Riona smirks as she

points at the IC title with the other.

Riona: "See you in Texas..."

The two continue their tense staredown as we cut to a commerical...

Jacob Seldon vs Ronald Gay


DING DING DING

Seldon and Ronald fought a tough match right out of the gate, and most of the time it might have gone either way. Ronald improved his speed and technical game, trying to keep Seldon grounded and under control during the match. Seldon was slammed to the mat quite a few times and Ronald was using impressive submission moves like a chinlock surfboard and a half crab to try to make Seldon tap out. Seldon kept resilient and refused to tap out, giving Ronald no indication that he wanted to give up or was planning to. Seldon got to the ropes a few times, and then the match turned in his favor after mauling Ronald with hard strikes and even going off the top rope a few times to knock the bigger man down. At the end of the match, it seemed Ronald was near to securing a victory as he had Seldon up for the Final Judgment. Seldon managed to escape the clutch and give Ronald a kick to the back. Seldon tried for the Anti-Hero, but Ronald was able to free his leg and roll Seldon up for a small package pin.

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DING DING DING!

Winner: Ronald Gay in 9:10

Aftermath.


Segment 2: Aftermath.(middle of show)

Jon McDaniel: Well I've just been informed, we've got some special guests heading out here right now.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah I heard... God. Apparently folks, I have the sad job of informing you that Simon Kalis "The Glorious" is going to come out here and gloat and celebrate for five minutes.

Jon McDaniel: Have respect, Brian. He is now the very Franchise of the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: So his face will adorn a video game box art, big whoop.

Jon McDaniel: It's more than that. Oh boy!

Suddenly fireworks shoot up from the entrance ramp and from all four corners of the ring as "Pushin" by Bun-B hits the speakers. The Order of Chaos skull logo appears over the ADCTron and the fans hit the roof with a thunderous applause and chorus of cheers.

Eric Emerson: Introducing. Accompanied by both his sons Masakazu and Brian, he is your Who's The Man?! Tournament Victor and the FRANCHISE OF THE PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION!

Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Eric Emerson: He is one of the founding fathers of the storied Order of Chaos... He is the number one contender to the PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship...

Crowd: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Eric Emerson: He is... Simon Kalis... THE GLORIOUS!

Simon Kalis walks out with a confident swagger, his youngest son Brian riding on top of his shoulders smiling, laughing and waving to the crowd as Masakazu throws his arms up and laughs, all three joyous atop the ramp. Simon Kalis undoes his suit jacket and reveals a Championship Belt, raising it up with the help of his youngest son Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Good God is that what I think it is?!

Jon McDaniel: Haha well I'll be...

As Brian Kalis holds up the title, we see it is adorned with Order of Chaos symbolism in the Skull of fire burning at it's center. Beneath it is a name plate with "Simon Kalis" inscribed. Over it is the PWA logo itself and arching across "Who's The Man?! 2010 Winner". Arching just beneath the skull logo is another PWA logo with the words arching upwards "Franchise of the PWA". On the strap itself, the gold plates have upon them the names of all previous winners in honor of them. The belt itself made entirely out of platinum, not gold. Brian drops the belt to his father who straps it back across his waist and all three begin making their way down to the ring, but not before stopping to hug, kiss and take pictures with fans. Many autographs abound.

Jon McDaniel: That is amazing. He even has previous winners like Corey Lazarus' name inscribed on the title as well.

Brian Rentfro: Oh how sweet. This is so unofficial it's not even funny. April Fools was a few days ago, Simon!

Masakazu is caught off guard by a long, passionate kiss from a desirable blonde female fan at ringside and Brian high fives him afterwards to the proud nodding of Simon Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: Disgusting. At least the youngest jackass has a good name.

Jon McDaniel: Brian! Kalis' youngest son is 8 years old for goodness sake! You can't call him that! Think about what he'll do if he hears you!

Brian Rentfro: What? Run me over in a wheelchair?

All three members of the Kalis family get into the ring and Kalis climbs the turnbuckles, throwing the title up in one hand and a middle finger with the other. Kalis does this at each turnbuckle to the jubilation of the crowd. Kalis grabs the microphone now, placing his "WTM Title" over his shoulder and waving to the crowd as Brian sits atop of Masakazu's shoulders now.

Simon Kalis: Hello PWA!

The fans cheer wildly as Kalis plays to them.

Simon Kalis: Who is GLORIOUS?!

Crowd: YOU!

Simon Kalis: Who's your next PWA Undisputed Champion?!

Crowd: YOU!

Simon Kalis: Who's the man?!

Crowd: YOU!

Kalis pauses and smiles.

Simon Kalis: Not quite sure I heard you guys.... Who's the man?!

Crowd: YOU!

Simon Kalis: WHO'S THE GREATEST?!

Crowd: YOU!

Kalis shakes his head in disagreement.

Simon Kalis: Nope, I'm afraid you're all wrong on that. I'm not the greatest, I can't be when that distinction is reserved for ALL OF YOU, the PWA fans!

The crowd errupts into cheers from this and Brian Rentfro rolls his eyes at ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Oh good grief, he really is an ass kisser.

Jon McDaniel: You mean ass kicker? He knows the fans were his secret weapon last Sunday.

Simon Kalis: I'd like to take this time to congratulate another winner at Who's The Man?! last Sunday. Someone who many thought might not pull through, someone who people thought was inexeperienced given the opponent.

Brian Rentfro: Oh he's going to kiss Estella's ass now too huh?

Kalis pauses and winks at the camera.

Simon Kalis: I am speaking of course about Johnny Maverick, who retained his PWA Grizzly Beer championship against a formidable opponent in Hunter Sullivan. Give him a round of applause everyone!

Kalis tucks the microphone under his armpit and applauds as a photo of Maverick's hand being raised hits the ADCTron. Everyone in the crowd cheers and applauds, as do Masakazu and Brian Kalis in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Uh.. Unexpected?

Brian Rentfro: Haha. Yes it was.

Kalis adjusts his platinum WTM title over his shoulder and continues.

Simon Kalis: Congratulations Simon Yip on your victory for the resurrected PWA Television title. Congratulations to you Marxx, mon ami, pour votre victoire contre la Russe Vitaly. And congratulations, of course... I know, you're all waiting for me to say it.

Kalis looks around at the crowd and chuckles to himself.

Simon Kalis: Congratulations to Second 2 None for managing to defeat The Order of Chaos!

The crowd boos their mere mention but both Kalis and Masakazu laugh.

Brian Rentfro: Well at least their pride is unhurt.

Simon Kalis: Oh but how can I forget, of course. The lady of the moment. The beautiful woman we all adore whom we hold in the utmost highest prestige. Of course I speak of our lovely PWA herself, congratulations to you for holding yet another spectacular pay per view!

Kalis winks again at the camera and pats the title over his shoulder as the fans cheer loudly.

Jon McDaniel: I'm sure he'll congratulate Laura Estella. I'm sure he will.

Brian Rentfro: Are you?

Simon Kalis: So let's get to business, shall we? There's a very good reason I'm out here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: HAH! Guess not!

Jon McDaniel: That's odd...

Simon Kalis: I know I have Matthew Engel tonight.

The crowd boos at his name alone.

Simon Kalis: Masakazu and I then have both those idiots for OUR Tag Titles next week.

The crowd cheers at the thought of The Order of Chaos as PWA Tag Team Champions.

Simon Kalis: Yet, that is not all. As your Franchise, I hereby issue a Who's The Man?! Challenge! I will face Johnny Maverick next week in a non title match. And the week after that? I will face Marxx in a non title match! I will take out each Champion on my way to... Hah.

The crowd cheers, chanting Kalis' name.

Simon Kalis: And then at RPM2... We have the greatest disgrace of a World Champion this company has seen since Scottie Snow, folks.

The crowd has a mixed reaction this time, knowing full well he speaks of Laura Estella. Half cheer his comments, half boo his comments.

Simon Kalis: The "undefeated" Miss Fantastic Laura Estella... Ugh.

Kalis spits on the canvas, his demeanor swiftly changing from joyous and celebratory to one of disgust and disdain.

Simon Kalis: The luckiest bitch alive right now. Believe it folks, because before you boo what I have to say remember... I fight for you. I have done everything for all of you, my friends. I know there are many amongst you tonight who feel as I do. Who feel that the PWA has been stained by some lucky rookie who managed to upset our glorious Riona Langly!

The crowd cheers for Riona, but there are still those who boo what Kalis is saying.

Simon Kalis: Laura Estella has pulled a veil over your eyes my friends. What has she done that proved herself so worthy to hold such an honor? She has risen quickly, and mark my words, she shall fall even quicker.

Kalis stomps his foot down as some booing begins but the arena goes silent.

Simon Kalis: I claim no destiny to that title. I make it. She made it happen, and I can respect her for making it as far as she had. Yet the simple truth is this. I do not respect her as my World Champion. I cannot respect some girl who walks into the PWA, wins a few stupid matches and thinks she can reign supreme over the rest of us. She has NOT earned this, my friends. She is NOT deserving of our adulation and respect. She belongs at the bottom of this roster, to work her way up like the rest of us. UNDISPUTED World Champion?!

Kalis shakes his head menacingly.

Simon Kalis: Oh no. There is a dispute, you better ****ing believe it.

The crowd cheers loudly, yet of course there are many boos as well.

Simon Kalis: You boo. But let me put it to you all in a way perhaps that will change your opinion. Imagine you work at your job for years. You've fought hard to do a good job every single day you come to work, and you're a genuine good and talented person. Now imagine some young girl comes in and two months later she's your manager... How would you feel?!

The crowd remains hush, hanging on every word.

Simon Kalis: Where is Johnny Maverick's World title?! Where is Jacob Figgins?! Where is Matt Stone's?! Where is Mark Zout's?! For ****s sake, where is Masakazu's World title reign?!

Kalis turns to his son and smiles and the crowd still remains silent.

Simon Kalis: Everyone knew from the day I came in here... If they had given me a shot at Matt Stone when he was Grizzly Beer Champion? I'd have taken it from him and ended his long reign. Give me a shot at anyone. I whooped Phoenix's ass repeatedly when he was Global Champion but was I given a shot? No I was not. Yet do not think I am here complaining. I wanted this. I wanted to bleed for you, my friends. I wanted to struggle for you, my friends. I wanted you to watch me EARN my spot! To EARN my chance! And one match, one victory isn't enough. It isn't enough Laura.

Some in the crowd cheer, but not all. Others remain silent.

Simon Kalis: I'm not saying she doesn't have talent. She most certainly does. But the luck of the draw isn't good enough, and Laura. When everyone looks at you? We all see the same thing. A paper champion.

Kalis doesn't wink, he doesn't smirk. He just stares into the camera with ice in his eyes.

Simon Kalis: I am here because I earned my right to face the Undisputed World champion, Laura. You are there because you lucked out and earned a spot in that Gauntlet. Had I been in that gauntlet? I would have won that championship, Laura. This is not opinion, this is fact. And you? You would never win the tournament I did. The Irish Phoenix would have destroyed you. And while you did fight all those matches, you did not fight two back to back like I did. Not after being completely dismantled and disfigured by the monsters in Second 2 None.

Everyone boos Second 2 None.

Brian Rentfro: What is happening here, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I think Kalis is about to..

Simon Kalis: So Miss Estella. I hereby declare war upon you. You claim you repersent the PWA? You repersent nothing, Miss Estella. You repersent the injustice in this industry. I accepted Riona Langly as my Champion gladly, even after our heated battles. I respect her, I see the warriors glow in her eyes and the battle scars on her body. I see nothing in you but potential, Miss Estella. And while you may lucked out against all others thus far? I swear to you, you will need more than luck to defeat me girl.

The entire crowd cheers for Kalis now, all chanting "GLORIOUS" in unison.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like for the moment he has convinced everyone... Hell, I'm convinced.

Jon McDaniel: Brian she won fair and square. Luck had nothing to do with it.

Kalis looks around, he nods.

Simon Kalis: I congratulate you now, Miss Estella. Congratulations on your victory over Riona Langly. Congratulations on becoming our PWA Disputed World Champion. And finally, let me congratulate you for the honor you now have bestowed upon you. For it shall be you whom I defeat in my moment of history, when I become the UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Kalis chucks the microphone into the air as Brian Kalis jumps down from his older brothers shoulder. Simon, Masakazu and Brian all stomp their feet in the canvas and hit their chest before saluting the crowd, Order of Chaos style.

Crowd: ALL HAIL THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

"Suicide Mission" by Jack Wall hits as Brian Kalis jumps up onto his fathers shoulders now, carrying the WTM Title in his lap. The crowd responds with a standing ovation, as Simon, Masakazu and Brian all stand in the ring, waving to the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: So it's war once more?

Jon McDaniel: Simon Kalis has declared war upon Laura Estella. And he is not accepting her as the PWA's World Champion either, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Neither do I then!

Jon McDaniel: I thought you hated Kalis?

Brian Rentfro: Oh I do. I hope they both destroy each other, that way someone like Engel or Hayes can come in and bring back true glory to the PWA! Right?!

Jon McDaniel: No... no, Brian. No.

As the Kalis' family begins to exit the ring, "No Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the PA system. Simon looks up immediately, anger in his eyes. Matthew Engel comes out from backstage, dressed in a black Armani suit. His classic Aviators cover his eyes, as he has a microphone in one hand, his tag title in the other. The crowd boo's him heavily, but he doesn't care.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God... Engel is going to do this right now with Kalis' eight year old son out here?

Brian Rentfro: Brian can take care of himself. After all, he has a sweet name.

Jon McDaniel: Right.

Simon puts Brian off of his shoulders and stands him in the ring. He asks Masa to take him to the far end of the ring. Simon waits for Engel right at the ropes as Engel makes his way down the rampway. "No Sympathy" dies down as Engel begins to speak.

Matthew Engel: You said one thing that was particularly true, Simon. You're not the greatest.

Engel raises his tag title in the air.

Matthew Engel: Your son doesn't hold that distinction, either. We do. Second 2 None. We lived up to the name, the hype, and all the precious drama that revolved around our match.

The crowd roars in boo's. Simon smirks.

Matthew Engel: I'm not here to mess with your family. I'm not here to embarrass you, Simon. I'm saving that for later tonight. What I'm here for, what we're here for.. Hayes told me Sommers wants the match terms in a contract and signed by both of us. If I'm clear about the terms, I win.. you don't get a rematch for these tag titles and you can kiss your tag career goodbye. You win.. which, let's face it, not a chance in Hell.. then you get a rematch next week.

Simon nods, and even motions for Engel to come inside the ring.

Matthew Engel: Don't mind if I do.

Engel climbs up the steps and Simon backs off a few steps, still keeping himself between Engel and his two sons. Engel gets into the ring.

Matthew Engel: Hayes, come on down here with that contract.

Jethro Hayes emerges from backstage to an insanely amount of booing. You can barely hear Sevendust's "Aggression" as Hayes comes down to the ring in his fine suit as well.. holding what seems to be a contract and a few pens. Hayes gets into the ring and Simon backs up a little bit more. Masa's eyes turn to burning rage, but he keeps his position protecting Brian.

Matthew Engel: I don't need to read this thing, do I Hayes?

Hayes leans over into Engel's mic.

Jethro Hayes: It's ironclad, Matt. When Simon loses, he'll never get a chance at the tag titles ever again, especially since no body will be able to beat us. As long as we're champions, you beating Simon tonight will negate any tag title opportunity.

Matthew Engel: Sounds kinda wonderful.

Simon scoffs.

Simon Kalis: Sign that *itch, Mr. Engel.

Matthew Engel: Hey, what did I tell you about that Mister *hit? Knock it off.

Simon gives Engel a fake apology.

Matthew Engel: Stuff your sorries in a sack. Give me that contract, Hayes.

Hayes hands the contract over, and a pen. Engel signs the dotted line, and then tosses it to Simon. Hayes tosses Simon a pen, and Simon signs it as well. It's official.

Jon McDaniel: Well folks, the contract is signed. Engel and Kalis will fight over the Order of Chaos' chances to ever get back the World Tag-Team titles!

Brian Rentfro: I don't see why Kalis cares. He's got a Undisputed Championship shot at RPM 2!

Jon McDaniel: Kalis and Masakazu want to be the best tag-team ever, Brian, and unfortunately they have to beat Engel and Jethro in order to do it.

Brian Rentfro: Epic fail!



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Riona Langly vs Jacob Figgins


DING DING DING

The match started out with a lot of striking from both Riona and Figgins. Figgins would go on a heavy assault with knee strikes and jabs and keeping Riona cornered. Riona would break out of the corner with a toe stomp and a vicious headbutt. Riona would springboard off the top turnbuckle with a missile drop kick, taking Figgins down. Riona would go on the attack, taking Figgins from corner to corner and mauling him in the chest and face. Riona would get the crowd going with knife-edge chops, turning Jacob's chest bright red. Figgins would reverse an irish whip and take Riona down with a spinebuster. Figgins would bring Riona up and try for the Crisis Averted, but Riona would slip out of the electric chair position, landing behind Jacob. Riona would nail Jacob with the Detonator and cover Jacob.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Riona Langly in 8:12

Simon Yip (C) vs SeVen

PWA Television Championship Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is for the PWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Parts Unknown....

"Posession" by white castle hits the sound system as SeVen comes out from backstage, his enormous frame scaring some of the fans.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'5" and weighs 295 pounds...

Jon McDaniel: That's a big man.

Brian Rentfro: Yes.. yes it is Jon.

SeVen makes it to the ring and enters.

Eric Emerson: He is currently undefeated in the PWA... he is SEVEN!!!!

SeVen awaits Simon Yip inside the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from San Francisco, California...

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!

Eric Emerson: He stands 6 feet even and weighs 160 pounds... your PWA Television Champion... SIMON... YIP!!!!!

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 and to SeVen, who isn't phased one bit.

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

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

DING DING DING!!!

Simon darts in with a mui tai kick to the thigh of SeVen that catches him off guard. SeVen turns but is caught with a swift kick to the temple that sends him backwards into the ropes. Simon uses his quickness flying in with a forearm that does little damage asSeVen catches him by the head to spin him around with a facebuster to the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Facebomb.

Brian Rentfro: Fast paced action quickly, but SeVen is going to slow down the pace.

SeVen picks Simon up, tossing hiim into the corner, but Simon plants his feet flying backwards and spinning with a roundhouse kick to his jaw that takes the much bigger man down to one knee. Simon looks to the ropes, hits them, Shining Wiz... but SeVen counters with a spinebuster down to the canvas. Simon is planted firmly into the mat, SeVen hits the ropes, leg drop across Simon's throat and he hooks the leg.

One.

Two.

Thr-- Shoulder up, Simon got his shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Jon McDaniel: Surprise pin there nearly got SeVen the victory.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, it was never even close... yeah it actually was.

SeVen picks Simon up, tossing him into the ropes, Samoan Drop onto the canvas. Simon gets yanked back up to his feet, big forearm to his forehead before a knife edge chop sends him against the ropes. SeVen places a forearm across his throat but quickly releases the wear down move in favor of kicks to Simon's ribs.

Jon McDaniel: SeVen going for a few body kicks there.

Brian Rentfro: SeVen trying to wear Simon down for a pin.

SeVen picks Simon up over his head, gorilla press, but Simon counters into a tornado DDt down on the canvas. Simon wastes no time in hooking a leg and going for a pin.

One.

Two.

SeVen kicks out with some authority as he is nearly pinned here in this contest.

Brian Rentfro: Another near pin and so early here.

Jon McDaniel: There have been a couple of big moves, but mainly surprise pins.

Simon shoots up to his feet and is into the ropes. Simon hits the middle rope, springing back with a back flip onto SeVen. Simon hops up jumping a good four feet into the air to come down with a leg drop across SeVen's throat. The crowd is getting into this fast paced action of Simon's as they begin to chant his name.

Jon McDaniel The crowd getting behind Simon here.

Brian Rentfro: This kid is fast.

Simon pulls SeVen up to his feet, right jab, left jab, left and right palm strikes has SeVen reeling. SeVen comes in and Simon goes for his finisher, The One Inch Punch, but SeVen catches the wrist turning it behind Simon's back into a hammerlock. Simon falls forward but to no avail; SeVen still has the hammerlock locked on. SeVen turns it into a half nelson before lifting Simon up and slamming him down to the ground with the half-nelson slam. SeVen hits the ropes, running knee drop to Simon's leg as he tries to stop his aerial attack.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move to try and ground Simon.

Brian Rentfro: But, can Simon be able to fly through the pain? It is a risk you take when you try and ground a cruiserweight.

SeVen takes the left leankle lifting the knee into the air, he slams it down on the canvas. He lifts up again, toe kick to the side of the knee before he slams it down a second time. SeVen drapes the ankle across the middle rope and begins to kick at it with vigor. The referee gets into SeVen's face, pointing at the knee. SeVen stomps down on the knee before trying to hyper extend the knee with a hard jerk on the ankle in the wrong direction. Simon grunts out in pain as he tries to turn over to kick out at SeVen.

Jon McDaniel: Simon appears to be in a lot of pain here in this predicament.

Brian Rentfro: You would be too.

SeVen drops a knee on the side of Simon's knee but the momentary lapse grants Simon a chance to slam a bent knee into SeVen's face. The bigger man backs up holding at his forehead where the blow connected before looking angry and going after Simon with renewed determination. SeVen drops an elbow, but Simon is out of the way and trying to get up to his feet.SeVen holds at his elbow as Simon is in the ropes with a baseball slide to the side of SeVen's head. The force of the slide rolls SeVen out of the ring and onto the floor. Simon hits the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Simon's gonna fly!

Simon takes a limping start before springing to the top rope and diving out with a springboard swanton onto SeVen on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Oh My God! A springboard swanton!

Simon holds at his left knee that made contact with the floor, but he struggles back up to his feet as the referee's count reaches one.

Two!

Simon jumps over SeVen to land on the guardrail and flip backwards with a knee planting it right into SeVen's midsection.

Three!

Simon pulls SeVen up to his feet, Irish whip sends him forehead first into the ringpost.

Four!

SeVen bounces back from the ringpost right into a swinging neckbreaker.

Five!

Simon pulls the bigger man up, rolling him into the ring where SeVen is getting slowly up to his feet. Simon comes in for a flying fist, but SeVen catches him with a kick to the face. SeVen scoop slams Simon down to the mat. Simon tries to get up to his feet but SeVen clubs him on his back several times. Simon is brought up to his feet and sent into the ropes. Simon bounces back and nails SeVen with the LIGHTS OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Lights Out from Simon! Good God!

Brian Rentfro: And SeVen just crumbled from that kick. Simon could do it! He could be the first one to beat this monster of a man!

Simon covers SeVen.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: Winner of this match... still your PWA Television Champion... SIMON... YIP!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable Brian! Simon Yip has shocked the world and served SeVen his first official loss in the PWA!

Brian Rentfro: And more importantly, he keeps his Television Championship!

Simon is handed his TV title and celebrates immensely.

Simon Kalis vs Matthew Engel

Battle for the Rematch


Jon McDaniel: Probably the most anticipated match up of the evening right here, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure we'll get to see Engel finish off Simon Kalis once and for all.

Jon McDaniel: We'll find out. This is going to be interesting...

DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following match is schedueled for one pinfall, and is considered a no disqualification match. Should Simon Kalis win, The Order of Chaos shall face Second 2 None next week for the PWA Tag Team Titles. Introducing first, accompanied by his tag team partner and fellow PWA Tag Team Champion Jethro Hayes....

"Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns N Roses hits as Matthew "The Virus" Engel and Jethro Hayes step out from behind the curtains to a chorus of incredible boos.

Eric Emerson: He is one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions... He is Matthew "THE VIRUS" Engel!

Neither man wastes time making their way to the ring, ignoring the throngs of booing fans. Second 2 None raise their tag team titles high in the air in the center of the ring as Engel hands his half to Hayes who places both on his shoulders and steps out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Technically, we could see a continuation of Who's The Man?! couldn't we?

Jon McDaniel: Well there is no DQ in this match and with Engel bringing Hayes, you have to believe Kalis is going to bring Masakazu. But then again Masakazu did not look well enough to even be here tonight, Brian. So you have to wonder.

Brian Rentfro: Not really. Kalis is screwed. No wonders there.

"Pushin" by Bun B featuing Scarface and Young Jeezy hits the sound systems, Engel shaking his head in the ring as Simon Kalis steps out with his newly created Who's The Man?! Championship belt around his waist.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, his opponent. He is the Franchise of the PWA... Accompanied by your PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Johnny Maverick.... He is Simon Kalis... THE GLORIOUS!

The crowd is stunned and errupts into cheers as Engel looks back at Hayes and vice versa as Johnny Maverick steps out from behind the curtains and stands side by side with Simon Kalis. Both men raise their titles in the air and head down to the ring, eyes square in the ring at Engel.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is this?! Where's Masakazu?!

Jon McDaniel: Haha... You clever bastards.

Kalis hops into the ring and hands Maverick his custom WTM Title, and Maverick remains on the outside opposite of Hayes. Kalis hops up onto the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air, turning his head back and winking at Engel. Kalis jumps down and Engel is right in his face yelling, pointing towards Maverick who stands uneffected. Engel looks at the referee and the official for the match, Scott Swindell has no problem with Maverick being at ringside. It's just then Hayes begins to yell at Masakazu, who is actually sitting quietly in the front row.

Brian Rentfro: Hey... This isn't fair.

Jon McDaniel: Technically the entire PWA roster could come take a seat for this match, Brian. Nothing is unfair here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Kalis is such a cheat.

Suddenly, "Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube hits over the sound systems, and now everyone at ring side takes a look at the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: Yeah okay... Introducing as well, our special guest commentator for this match.. Your NEW PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion... Miss Fantastic Laura Estella!

Estella calmly saunters down to ringside, passing both Johnny Maverick and Jethro Hayes. Kalis salutes her as he bobs and sways to her theme song with a smile, Estella nods and smirks as she takes a seat at ringside with Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel, her PWA World title snug around her waist.

Brian Rentfro: Well isn't this just turning out to be a block party. What's next? Corey Lazarus?

Jon McDaniel: Please Brian, we have a guest.

Laura Estella: Word.

Engel wastes no time catching Kalis off guard as Kalis watches Estella carefully, by knocking Kalis in the back of the head with a flying forearm smash.

DING DING DING

Kalis flips forward over the top rope and double kicks Engel in the face sending him back. Kalis holds onto the bottom rope, his legs straight up in the air. Kalis flips himself back into the ring and as he comes flipping back he spins with a mule kick to the face of Matthew Engel. Immediately both men begin to brawl exchanging lefts and rights until Engel gets the upper hand by low blowing Kalis in the groin area. Kalis crumbles forward and Engel catches him and jumps up as he lands a jumping DDT to the canvas. Hayes keeps a watchful eye on the action, but Johnny Maverick keeps a watchful eye on Jethro Hayes.

Laura Estella: Yeah! Break his fucking face you shitbag!

Brian Rentfro: So can I just check, are you here rooting for Kalis on Engel.

Laura Estella: I am here as a proponent of the fine art… who just happens to hope we see several cracked skulls, some missing teeth and half a gallon of brain fluid sloshed about the floor.

Brian Rentfro: So what you’re saying is you’re impartial.

Jon McDaniel: Good grief.

Kalis is up quickly but Engel elbows him over his stitches sending Kalis back down. Kalis rolls away and gets back on his feet with one hand on the canvas. Engel motions him to come and Kalis charges forward in what looks like a spear. Engel anticipates and attempts to reverse, but before Kalis gets to him Kalis folds himself forward, rolling forward and then pushing himself up with both his feet pointed like rockets into Engel's face. Engel stumbles back and Kalis remains standing on both hands tilting his head up. Kalis starts throwing kicks wildly toward Engel, pushing him back further and further with Kalis walking on his hands. Just before Engel gets to the corner Engel stomps down on Kalis' face causing Kalis to lose balance and crumble to the canvas. Engel moves in to pick Kalis up but Kalis spits in Engel's face, causing him to stand back in disgust momentarily. Kalis spins on his back like a break dancer to the entertainment of the fans and brings both legs in succession to the back of Engel's knees, bringing Engel down to his level. Kalis looks locks on a sudden sleeperhold over Engel and the referee checks to see if Engel will pass out or not. Engel extends his arms forward as he breathes heavily, Hayes looking on impatiently. Maverick yells across to Hayes to keep out and Hayes yells something not suitable for television back at Maverick.

Laura Estella: What are all these other goofballs doing out here anyway?

Jon McDaniel: I could ask you the same.

Laura Estella: Me, I’m just checking up on the competition. And I’m the champion now after all. I think it’s my God given right to appear anywhere on the show I please. I have a company here to head up after all.

Swindell doesn't bother doing a count as Engel places his arms on the rope, there is no break. But Engel has a plan and uses the ropes to springboard himself back, over and then behind Simon Kalis. Kalis is surprised but quickly rebounds and gets himself to his feet. Engel gets up and both men charge towards each other. Kalis goes for a thrust kick, Engel blocks it with his own leg. Engel goes for a European uppercut but Kalis dodges the move. Kalis locks Engel's head in and goes for a DDT but Engel grabs ahold of Kalis' sides with his free hands and reverses it, bringing Kalis up over him and Engel tries to drop him with a suplex but Kalis reverses the reversal and hits a reverse DDT on Engel crashing him down hard underneath his weight.

Jon McDaniel: Some serious hard hitting, free flowing back and forth action from these two top stars. Showing the world just what the PWA is all about.

Laura Estella: Woulda got on a lot better if he’d just kneed him in the face and broke his jaw.

Brian Rentfro: Well that certainly helped you.

Kalis rolls away from Engel and to the outside. Hayes starts moving towards Kalis, and Maverick quickly makes a move towards Kalis as well. Hayes gets in Kalis' face but sees Maverick coming and pushes Kalis out of the way. Hayes shakes his head and backs away from Maverick with Maverick nodding and keeping his distance as Kalis hugs some fans and takes pictures with them.

Laura Estella: What a fucking poser. Like they wouldn’t have done the same for fucking Simon Yip or whoever.

Jon McDaniel: What, you mean current TV Champion Simon Yip?

Laura Estella: I just know names, man, I don’t pay attention to anything going on that far down the card.

Hayes reaches under the ring and slides Engel a 2x4 as Kalis turns around and slides into the ring. Kalis is too late to realize Engel has the piece of wood and Engel swings it hard. Kalis ducks and dodges it, sending a snapping kick to the back of Engel's knees. Maverick throws Kalis his "WTM" Title. As Engel gets up he swings it again but Kalis uses the plate of the belt as a shield to Engel's sword, and Engel continues to bash the belt as Kalis moves it around to continue his blocking. Finally Kalis falls backwards and lands on the canvas of his own volition as Engel swings hard, causing Engel to stumble forward from his own force. Kalis slips himself inbetween Engel's legs and grabs ahold, pushing him all the way back and rolling him up quickly.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Laura Estella: He wants to get back on smashing up that travesty of a belt.

Jon McDaniel: Jealous? Worried?

Laura Estella: No, if anything I find it endearing. He already knows he’s not getting a hold of mine so he wanted one of his own. It’s cute.


Kalis rolls away again and gets to his feet, strapping the title around his waist and mocking Engel to the cheers of the crowd. Engel is up and fake throws the 2x4 to Kalis who goes to catch it but before he realizes it was a fake ploy Engel swings the 2x4 with full strength knocking Kalis into a 180 degree spin before he falls to his knees. Kalis' stitches have been opened up and he's bleeding heavily all of a sudden as Engel lines up the shot and swings the 2x4 hard into the side of Kalis' head. Kalis crashes on the canvas as the fans boo heavily; Engel drops the now broken 2x4 and covers.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: He’s down but not out. Kalis wants this just as bad.

Laura Estella: That’s fine. I could do with a little more of this anyway.

Hayes moves towards Maverick on the outside as Engel catches his breath inside the ring and Kalis remains motionless and bloodied. Maverick goes into a fighting stance but Hayes moves forward and whispers something in Maverick's ears. Maverick's eyes widen as he backs away shaking his head, while Hayes reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair. Hayes slides in now and helps Engel back up, both men waiting for Kalis to get up as Johnny Maverick moves to the front row seat where Masakazu is sitting and speaks to him.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick?! Why aren't you stopping this?! Why is he just talking to Masakazu?! Why isn't Masakazu making a move?!

Brian Rentfro: Whatever Hayes told Maverick has him in shock, and I think Masakazu is in shock now.

Jon McDaniel: Why?!

Laura Estella: Dude just spoke to the guy’s sidekick and brother, then grabbed a chair and climbed in the ring without them doing anything about it. Either he used the words: Rosebud, I’m actually a ghost and only you can see me, it was earth all along, I am his father, his wife’s head is in the box or he’s up to something and you people have all been played.

Kalis stands up bloodied and tilts his head back in preparation of the attack. Engel smirks as he looks at Hayes and then at Kalis. Engel moves forward first. The crowd boos heavily, but then suddenly-

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

Jon McDaniel: JETHRO HAYES JUST KNOCKED MATTHEW ENGEL OUT WITH THE CHAIR!

Laura Estella: I’m dying a little inside.

The crowd goes completely silent as Kalis looks down at Matthew Engel who is completely out of it from the chair shot by Jethro Hayes. Kalis looks up at Jethro Hayes suspiciously as Hayes puts a hand up in pause to Kalis and nods, setting the chair up in a seated position as he then lifts Engel up. Engel wobbles in the ring as Hayes knocks him in the face with a hard right and then Hayes sets Engel up and lands The Planter on Engel through the chair, completely crushing the chair! The crowd remains dead silent. Hayes looks at Simon Kalis and nods, not saying a word as he slides out of the ring with both tag titles and leaves up the entrance ramp. Kalis looks towards the entrance ramp at Hayes who does not look back, the crowd remaining silent as he makes his exit. Kalis looks now towards Maverick and Masakazu at ringside and then at Laura Estella at the announcers table.

Laura Estella: You’re three seconds away from the biggest win you’re ever going to get in this company. Don’t throw it away getting on my case.

Kalis asks for, and receives a microphone now as he looks down at Matthew Engel who is still completely knocked out.

Laura Estella: Double fucking poser.

Jon McDaniel: We’re seconds away from a serious, ground breaking announcement as to what the hell is going on and you’re about to get us taking off the air if you don’t cut out this language.

Laura Estella: Like anyone gives a shit anyway. Oow, I’m Kalis, here to save the soul of your company from the best champion its ever had. I don’t have a reason to hate her, but I do, because she’s standing in the way of what I want, and I need to cover it in fairydrops, rainbow kisses and massive wads of bullshit, otherwise I fall down to their level.

Jon McDaniel: It’s been a pleasure sharing your company.

Laura Estella: Watch, I guarantee he says exactly that, word for word.

Simon Kalis: I... I don't know what to say, everyone. Except to say as your Franchise, as your General and your Cult Hero... I cannot win like this. If I am to defeat Matthew Engel, I will defeat him. Not like this though... It wouldn't be right. And because I have honor for all of you, I will not take this victory like this. Even if it is Matthew Engel.

He drops the microphone and drops himself to the canvas next to Engel. Kalis places Engel's arm over himself and puts his own arm over Engel and demands the referee drop to make the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis gets up quickly now and rolls out of the ring, leaving Matthew Engel laying motionless inside it. He joins Maverick and Masakazu at ringside as Masakazu carefully climbs over the barrier and hugs his father.

Eric Emerson: Due to double pinfall... This match is considered a DRAW!

Kalis nods to Estella at ringside and says something inaudible as Maverick, Masakazu and himself make their way up the entrance ramp in disbelief.

Laura Estella: Fuck me. What an absolute double fucking poser. Put me in that exact situation and he scrambles on that cover, handful of tights and a prayer to God I don’t wake up.

Jon McDaniel: What are you talking about, you don’t even like Engel, why do you care what happens to him.

Laura Estella: No you’re right, I think he’s an absolute bitch who shoots people in the back then hides every other time, but at least he’s on the level and makes no bones about it. Whatever though, I’ll hold my tongue for now.

Jon McDaniel: That seems unlikely.

Estella drops her headset and circles the ring. She keeps her eyes on Engel.. and then drapes her Undisputed Championship over her shoulder. She shakes her head and heads up the rampway. Engel begins to move a bit, and EMTs come rushing down to give him assistance, but Engel refuses it.

Jon McDaniel: And now we've seen the end of Second 2 None. What about the tag titles, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: What! How can you care about that? The best superstar in the PWA just got laid out by a dumb hick!

Jon McDaniel: Relax, Brian. I'm sure Jethro will give us answers next week, but we're out of time tonight. Catch us next Sunday on Rampage, where we hope to find out more about Second 2 None and whether or not The Order of Chaos will get their tag title rematch! Good night!

(C) PWA 2010