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


04-11-2010


Matt Stone vs Jacob Collins

Dark Match


In another surprise upset, Matt Stone was defeated at the hands of Jacob Collins in a singles match before Rampage went on air. This would mark back to back wins for Jacob Collins, who returned to active competition a few weeks ago. The question now is that with this defeat over a superstar like Matt Stone, will Jacob Collins be able to step out of his so-called jobber role and make a rise in the PWA?

Lone Wolf


A black Mercedes Benz SL-500 pulls into the arena entrance, the windows tinted black and the front license plate reading "OOC1". Oddly however, no loud rap music plays from the vehicle as Simon Kalis steps out. Wearing a John Lennon long sleeved shirt with black jeans and his bandana tied over the back of his head he chucks the cigarette he was smoking in the car away. The camera pans up and we catch the Who's The Man?! title he fashioned himself snugly wrapped around his waist. It's at this moment we see that covering his chest is a flak bulletproof vest, with Kalis himself holding his iPhone to his ear and surverying the scene in front of the arena.

Simon Kalis: Don't complain, Masakazu. It's better if you stayed back this time. You need to rest, and I can't risk you.

Kalis pauses as he makes his way up to the entrance doors, security guards awaiting.

Simon Kalis: Well don't worry, you know I can handle myself.

Kalis hits the screen to end the call and slides it into his jean pocket. He pulls out a Desert Eagle Mark VII which was hidden behind his back and tucked into his belt, showing it to security and placing the weapon in his front this time. He lifts up his pant legs and reveals each side has a small .38 snub nosed pistol strapped to them.

Security Guard: Welcome to Rampage, sir.

Simon Kalis: Yeah... Thanks.

Kalis enters the building, and as he does the security guard gets out his own cell phone and speed dials a number.

Security Guard: He's in. Only three weapons on his person, and on top of it he's alone.

The guard pauses and nods.

Security Guard: Correct. Masakazu is no where in sight. The shepard is alone. I repeat, shepard is alone.

He flips his cell phone shut and clears his throat as we fade back to ringside...

Jon McDaniel: Someone needs to warn him, something wasn't exactly right about that guard...

Brian Rentfro: By the time we come back from commercial, everyone will forget that phone call ever even happened. Gotta love short attention spans, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't a joke, Brian...

Brian Renfro: No Kalis being defeated by Maverick is going to be quite the kicker I think.

Deacon Frost vs Ronald Gay

PWA TV Title Contendership Match


DING DING DING

Frost and Ronald started out with some back and forth brawling, but Frost was able to neutralize Gay with a deadly right hand. Frost would send Gay into the corner and follow up with a giant corner splash and then begin to demolish Ronald in the corner with lefts and rights. Frost would hip-toss Gay out of the corner and come down with a massive leg drop. Frost would bring Gay up to his feet, but Gay would counter with elbows to the massive torso of Deacon Frost. Gay would go into the ropes and nail Frost with a diving forearm, stumbling Frost back a bit. Gay would try another diving forearm and connect again, taking Frost down. Gay would stomp on Frost as hard as he could and then go into the ropes. Gay would try to land a big knee drop but Frost would roll out of the way. Frost would get up to his feet along with Ronald and Ronald would give Frost a kick to the gut and try to send Frost into the ropes, but Frost would counter with a massive Frostbite!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Winner: Deacon Frost in 7:12

Heroes


Our scene bursts into life, and down into a room, speckled with while tile and benches around the edge. Being a Champion has its perks and Johnny has the room all to himself. Least he would, were it not for our guest, the Fantastic Miss Laura Estella, beaming and throwing herself into every note.

Laura Estella: “Johnny! My boy! It feels like we don’t talk anymore. What happened to us?”

She marches into the room but he doesn’t dignify her with a response. Instead he sits dead centre, perched on a chair, contemplating a roll of white tape in his hand. There’s an important night ahead and he has to be ready, but Laura doesn’t seem content to just leave him alone.

Laura Estella: “So Johnny, I get the impression that you’re having some problems – you’re torn - and so I thought I’d come along and give you some advice.”

He doesn’t look up; too busy staring intently at tape wrapped slowly around his fist.

Laura Estella: “See Johnny, you’re a lot like my friend Riona. You’re… well… you’re vulnerable, and there are people out there trying to prey on that very fact.”

She comes around and drops down at his side. He never looks left but she knows he’s listening.

Laura Estella: “See, like Riona, you’re all lost and tied in this idea of a better world; of heroes and white knights who appear and make everything better. What’s more is you think you need to be one of these people or risk letting everyone down. And you’re not alone, because people like Kalis have come along and begun putting words in everyone’s head. What’s more is they’re starting to stick, and things are getting all sorts of messy.”

She sinks down to the floor at his side, leaning back on her hands and pitching words off into the air.

Laura Estella: “Kalis is an interesting guy that way. He manipulates people. He says the things people want to hear and makes everyone look for the good in themselves. Where as anyone above him gets torn down, painted wickedly in his little picture and made to set the example of everything foul and wrong with the world. He’s doing it to me right now Johnny, and if you’re not careful he’s going to start doing it to you too.”

The roll of tape snaps off in one hand, so very definite and angry. She notices but she doesn’t stop.

Laura Estella: “Yet look at me Johnny. Do I seem inherently evil to you? I mean sure, maybe I’m not the most likable of people – I survive in a business like ours, I burp in peoples faces because I think it’s funny and at times I have a tendency to run my mouth. But then I fought my way to the top and earned my spot faster than anyone else this company has ever seen. Should I not feel entitled to enjoy that just a little? Is a little brash self-confidence really that sinister?”

She turns on him to question where he doesn’t look back. He turns to his other hand, layering tape up so very precise.

Laura Estella: “The fact is, I’m just a person, flawed and beautiful, much like yourself, and yet certain others are going out of their way to try and make us feel bad about that – feeling bad for little more than coming to accept who we are.”

She suddenly jumps to her feet and steps back in front of him.

Laura Estella: “I’m not evil Johnny, and to that end neither are you. We’re just victims of circumstance, conditioned to react as we do. It’s not our fault this is what we’ve become, and we certainly shouldn’t be expected to change, just because it doesn’t sit right with someone else’s view. We’re above such ideas Johnny, so why are we being hounded with them?”

She ‘rounds the room, spouting off points bitterly into the air. He packs his fists tight.

Laura Estella: “The world doesn’t need white knights Johnny, it needs people like us, who are great, individual and so very much beyond such behavioural tyranny. Kalis would see us change, becoming heroes and villains at his whim, because that’s the world in which he is a star. Not just a man with too many words… so few of them which count.”

She jumps down into his face. Her words are slow and calm but still loaded with impact. There’s a gentle smile on her lips now.

Laura Estella: “He dodges me Johnny. This week I dropped bomb after bomb but he doesn’t bother to talk back. I hit with knowledge and fact, laden with bittersweet words and proposals to boot. Did anyone else notice he didn’t even bother to answer? Or was it all just lost in the bullshit and rhetoric, served out by the barrel.”

Laura Estella: “He doesn’t have the answers but everyone thinks he does, and anyone who dares to question him is put down as a “forgetful and ungrateful little fuck.” And so idiots like Shadow Starr are poisoned against us because they fall so easily to the hype. They’re already lost, had their minds made up for them. You though, you’re still not convinced. You see the bigger picture here, and you… you can be saved.”

For once he looks up, though just for a moment, through a cold, penetrating and freezing stare. They’re face to face for the first time, and he breaks first.

Laura Estella: “I’m not trying to convert people Johnny, I’m not a cult leader; I’m just trying to open some eyes. Kalis wants to brainwash people into seeing things that aren’t really there - into picking him out as the glorious saviour when he’s just any other greedy bastard trying to get his hands on my prize. I could respect that but this shtick of his is just nonsense and lies.”

He breaks a second roll of tape, punctuating her words. She’s never bitter but there is bite in her words and once more he betrays a stare. His eyes soon lose focus again, following upon the image of his mask.

Laura Estella: “I just want to be the best, in a company known for producing the best, and to that end I do not makes bones about who I am nor do I puppet people for my own personal gain. I just want to wrestle, with no pretence at all.”

He doesn’t respond but she won’t give in. Her eyes fall upon a shield engraved in his arm.

Laura Estella: “Heroes, Johnny? Heroes aren’t people who latch onto causes at a whim; they’re the people who stand for what is right and just; rising up against adversity and triumphing over the real, true and powerful evils. And they may not always be acknowledged or accepted as correct. Neither do they always know what the correct path right away. But then it’s not hesitating, but never acting at all that is the death of every hero.”

She’s lowered at his side again. Her words are kind and subtle.

Laura Estella: “A hero isn’t always loved, but they do what needs to be done when the time comes. Why couldn’t that be you?”

You can’t see his face but his eyes dart the floor. She pats him gently on the shoulder and takes herself to the door.

Laura Estella: “Just… just think it over Johnny. I’ll be in touch.”

She closes the room off behind her. We leave him alone.

THLove vs Lucious Starr vs Mark Zout

Battle of the Contenders


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first!

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.

Eric Emerson: From Poughkeepsie, New York...

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.

Eric Emerson: He is Treacherous Hippo Love!!

Rolling under the bottom rope The Treacherous One kips to his feet and waits for his opponents to arrive. His music fades as Eric raises his mic.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

The opening drums of 'Riding On The Wind' take over the P.A. system, while at the same time the lights begin flashing - alternating between blue and black light bulbs with every pound of the drum. At some points the alternation is so quick it seems as if both are flashing at the same time.

Eric Emerson: Representing Seattle, Washington; he stands at five feet, ten inches, and weighs in tonight at two hundred five pounds…

Eric Emerson: Mark Zout!

Zout erupts from behind the black curtain, his bare chest and abdomen glimmering under the hot lights, and in the case of the black lights, extremely short platinum blonde hair even glows green-ish color (although it seems like tiny green dots all over his skull) - matching the patches of white on his white and red camouflage pants and white DC Courts.

From his spot on the top of the stage, he runs in place as he turns a complete circle. When he is again facing the ring, he thrusts a fist into the air before beginning a sprint to the ring.

Once he has nearly reached the side of the ring, Mark dives between the bottom and middle ropes, rolling off the canvas and ricocheting off the ropes, running the length of the ring a couple times to warm up for the match about to unfold. The two men in the ring stare each other down, the two singles contenders figuring the threat in each other. As they measure each other up, the lights dim until a single spot of blood red light shines on the entrance ramp.

Eric Emerson: And their opponent...

The PWA-tron lights up, showing a countdown on the screen. As the countdown begins, one hears the voice of a young child.

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(5) Now I lay me down to sleep
(4) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(3) And if I die before I wake
(2) I pray the Lord my soul to take

The final line during the countdown is spoken by a grown man, running chills down the spines of those watching.

(1) May God have mercy on your soul...

The opening chords to Soundgarden's "Fell on Black Days" begin to play through the arena, a figure making his way onto the ramp. He begins to reach skyward, the anticipation growing. As his fingers touch, pyros shoot from all sides forming a star above his head. Lucious looks to the ring, slowly dropping his arms to his side.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty-three pounds...

Lucious walks down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring. He reaches out, allowing his hand to touch those of some nearby fans, as he slowly walks down the entrance to the arena.

Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
And Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
Now I'm doing time
Now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days
I fell on Black days

Eric Emerson: He is the Beta Warrior of the Pioneer Wrestling Association...

Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking when I get it right
When I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
I fell on Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, turning his head to each side. He shoots into the ring, sliding to the center as he pushes himself up. He looks to Eric, who nods to the star.

Eric Emerson: It is my honor to introduce... Lucious Starr!!

I sure don't mind a change
I sure don't mind a change
Yeah, I said sure dont mind, I sure dont mind the change
I sure dont mind the change
Cos I fell on black days
I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
How would I know
That this could be my fate
If you dont mind the change

Lucious starts to the northwest corner, raising one arm to the sky. The fans roar in adulation, the Fury of Hades taking it all in. He drops to the mat, turning to ring center, his eyes fixed on the mat. His music fades as Eric steps out, Scott Swindell sliding into the ring. All three competitors stand in opposing corners as Referee Swindell calls for the bell.a

Brian Rentfro: And here we go!

Jon McDaniel: Here what goes? They’re all just… standing there.

Indeed, none of the men moves as they turn to each other, sizing up their competition. Zout and Starr are the first to move, targeting each other. They shake hands in respect, until TH Love nails Zout from behind with a cross chop to the neck. Zout tumbles into the ropes, narrowly ducking a clothesline attempt from Love, who is sent careening over the top rope into the crowd barricade. Zout stands, turning to see Lucious Starr standing ring center, appearing almost entertained by these events. Lucious raises an arm, motioning to Mark in a “bring it on” type wave, the former Souljah ready and willing to oblige. They lock up ring center, Lucious using his size advantage to push the smaller Zout into the ring ropes. Mark is more than prepared, however, as he retains the hold while using some fancy footwork to climb the ropes. He makes his way over to a turnbuckle, using Starr’s momentum to his own advantage. As they reach the turnbuckle, Lucious releases the hold on Zout, playing right into his hand. Zout quickly reaches out, locking in Starr’s head as he jumps, nailing the Beta Warrior with a beautifully executed tornado DDT! Lucious’ head hits the mat, Zout jumping to his feet as he takes in the fans’ approval. Lucious shakes off the surprise move, standing to his feet as Zout looks on, the Beta Warrior nodding in respect to the quick witted Zout. Zout and Starr stand opposite each other, each one mentally working a game plan.

Brian Rentfro: After quickly disposing of TH Love- poser- Mark Zout has quickly taken a lead in this match.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed he has, Brian, and one can tell that Zout is doing his best to focus on this match as it is.

Lucious and Mark tie up once more, again Starr relies on his size advantage to move Zout. This time, however, he loosens his grip just enough to grab Mark’s arm, reversing momentum to whip Zout across the ring. Zout rebounds, ducking under a clothesline attempt by Lucious, again rebounding as he picks up momentum and jumps for a cross body. Lucious ducks, rebounding off the ropes as Zout rolls out onto the apron, picking himself up with the middle rope. Lucious rebounds, Mark using the ropes as a springboard to launch himself into a senton. Lucious catches Zout, stabilizing himself before dropping Zout with a powerbomb- no! Zout reverses, tossing Lucious into the ropes with a hurricanrana. Lucious bounces off the ropes hard, grabbing his chest with one hand as he turns around, reaching out with the other to nail Zout with a vicious clothesline- which is met with one of Zout’s own!

Brian Rentfro: And that, my friends, is the non-stop atheletisism you will only find here in the PWA, right here on Rampage!

Jon McDaniel: Lucious Starr and Mark Zout are putting on a clinic here of some of the best of basic heavyweight versus cruiserweight moves, in what is one of the most stunning battles I’ve seen in recent weeks. These two are both former champions, and that kind of action right there is why they’ve held their straps.

Lucious and Mark sit up, shaking off the double clothesline. As they survey the ring, they realize they are sitting directly beside each other. They begin to throw a flurry of punches while still seated, each looking to gain an upper hand. Zout lands a quick punch to Lucious’ face, rolling back to kip-up to his feet. Starr takes a knee, propping himself against the ropes as he, too, begins to stand. Zout throws a few more punches, Lucious reeling, and falls back into the ropes. He comes back at Starr on the rebound- no! TH Love grabs Zout from behind, pulling him into a reverse neckbreaker off the top rope! TH drops to the floor, out of sight from Starr as Lucious regains his balance, noticing Zout on the mat. He walks over, a bit puzzled.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, great. The Gay Pride mascot goes and ruins another perfectly good match.

Jon McDaniel: TH Love is just as much a part of this match as Zout and Starr. Besides, that shows some great strategy, biding his time until he finds the perfect spot to strike- shades of Matthew Engel there, if I do say so myself.

Brian Rentfro: Comparing a kiddie show reject to a multiple time PWA World Champion? Are you high or something?

Jon McDaniel: I’m just saying that Love has learned some valuable lessons from some of our seasoned champions, Brian. Don’t make this a huge thing.

Brian Rentfro: Huge… like a hippo.

Back in the ring, Lucious has lifted Mark to his feet. He irish whips the cruiserweight into the ropes, waiting for the rebound to lift him, slamming Zout into the mat with a spinebuster. Lucious turns to the fans, taking in the accolades from the masses of adoring fans. He turns back around to grab Mark- and is met with a clothesline from TH Love! Love is fired up, stalking the surprised Starr from behind, the Beta Warrior standing. TH levels Lucious with another clothesline, his confidence growing as a small sect of fans actually start cheering him on. Starr is up again, TH attempting another clothesline, but Lucious ducks beneath it. Love turns around, getting nailed with a flurry of jabs and uppercuts, Lucious showing his title-winning boxer background. Zout is on one knee behind Love, surveying the scene as he makes a mental plan. Lucious notices Zout, Mark nodding to Starr as he takes a step back. Lucious turns around, charging the parallel ropes, rebounding at TH Love. Love ducks a clothesline attempt, smiling as he turns around- into a spear from Zout! Love hits the mat, clutching his abdomen in pain. Zout mounts the downed Love, drawing back his fist as he targets the Treacherous One.

The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
And I just can't hold it

Zout turns, watching as his former best friend struts down the entrance ramp. Zout gets off of Love, perching himself on the ropes as Dos Cara makes his way to ringside, shouting to his seemingly confused friend. Lucious surveys the situation, pulling Zout off the ropes. Zout turns to Lucious, a worried look on his face- which is quickly removed as Lucious plants a palm to Zout’s face. Zout grabs his cheek, asking Lucious what the hell that was for. Lucious and Zout exchange words before Lucious motions to Love, slipping out of the ring himself. Zout looks to Love, then to Lucious as he shouts something, Lucious grabbing a kendo stick from under the ring. Lucious turns to Cara, who is suddenly shy at the thought of being anywhere near the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Ha! Dos Cara comes down here to screw with Mark Zout, and now Lucious is going to beat that boy to… how do you say “bloody mess” in Spanish?

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know, Brian, but I can assure you that Dos Cara will think twice before messing in Lucious Starr’s matches…

Brian Rentfro: That slap was pure brilliance, though! Classic television right there!

Zout turns to face TH Love, who throws a hook to the same cheek that Lucious smacked earlier. Love throws an uppercut as Zout falls back, trying to take advantage of the situation. Love causes Zout to bend down with a straight punch to the gut, nailing a roundhouse kick to knock Zout to the mat. Love takes the cover, Referee Swindell making the first count.

1!
2!
Thr…. No! Zout with a foot on the ropes!

Brian Rentfro: And Happy Hippo Boy almost grabbed the upset victory there, thank god Zout kicked out.

Jon McDaniel: Why are you so cruel towards TH Love? He’s shown quite an improvement from his first match here, and if he keeps learning from these guys he may even prove to be a threat to Johnny Maverick when it comes time to cash in that Grizzly Beer contendership.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, yeah. Animal lovey-dove IS Mavvy’s number one contender, ain’t he? Easiest title defense ever…

TH lifts Mark, measuring the formerly adorned King of the World. Love places Zout in a side headlock, throwing Zout’s arm over his shoulder. He taunts to the crowd before lifting Zout skyward, keeping him in place for a few moments as the blood runs to Mark’s head. TH taunts the crowd, the fans cheering Zout, trying to will him back into the match. TH laughs, but gets too cocky as Zout twists his body, managing to drop behind Love. TH turns, meeting a dropkick from Zout that sends him across the ring. Zout recovers for a moment on the mat, as Love rebounds off the rope. TH attempts a clothesline, Zout rolls out of the way. Zout tries to roll up for a lariat, but Love ducks under the attempt. TH comes back, looking again for a clothesline, Mark grabs his arm and tosses him with an arm drag. Zout rolls up into the ropes, using them to get to a knee. Love rolls out of the arm drag into a three-point stance, upset that he couldn’t finish Zout early. He charges at Zout, getting a leg sweep into the ropes. Zout falls back, rebounding off the opposite ropes as he charges at the downed Love. Love is quick to react, falling out of the way as Zout comes careening back at him, flying through the middle ropes. He lands hard by the announce table, Jon and Brian quickly standing to get out of the way. Zout holds his head, struggling to get to a knee. With only Love in the ring, Swindell begins a ten count.

1!
2!
3!
4! Zout is on one knee on the outside, using the announce table to stand.
5!
6! Zout is now standing, facing Jon and Brian…
7!

TH Love launches himself to the outside, colliding with Zout. He gets to a knee, driving a fist into Zout’s head. Swindell calls to TH Love, trying to get the action back inside the ring. Love refuses, trying to do as much damage as possible. He brings Zout to his feet, throwing him into the ring steps. TH rolls into the ring, perching himself atop the turnbuckle nearest Zout. Mark gets to his feet via the crowd barrier, Love flying off the turnbuckle. Zout looks up just in time to see Love coming down, dropping to the floor as TH Love gets a gut full of barricade. Zout rolls to the ring, using the steel steps to get to a knee, then using the ropes to get to his feet and slowly roll into the ring. Love is on the outside, winded from his miscalculated maneuver. Zout takes a moment to recover in the corner, Love reaching up to the barricade to lift himself to his feet. Swindell reaches a count of five before TH is up, stumbling to the ring. Zout comes out of the corner, lifting Love to his feet but receives an elbow to the gut. TH quickly grabs Zout’s head, rolling into a schoolboy.

1!
2!
THREee.. NO! Zout manages to find the bottom rope, breaking the count.

Brian Rentfro: These two men are giving their all, and I’m starting to wonder if this Hippo Humper is a decent talent…

Jon McDaniel: I’m wondering where Lucious is… Cara should be chased out of the arena by now!

As if on cue, Lucious Starr emerges from behind the curtains, slowly making his way down as he surveys the damage. He walks past a few fans, giving out fives and shaking hands. TH is in the ring, pulling Zout to his feet as he hits a scoop slam, covering again. Lucious quickens his pace a bit, but seems to feel it’s not quite over.

1!
2!
THR… no!

Hippo looks to the ref, obviously upset. The damage they have both taken is far more than he was willing to take, and one can tell he wants this thing over. Seeing Lucious back at ringside, Zout gets to his feet, unbeknownst to TH Love who is still arguing with Referee Swindell. Zout poses a question to Lucious, to which he recieves a nod. Zout turns… into a clothesline from TH Love! NO! Lucious pulls Zout out of the way, grabbing Love’s head as he hits the ropes and hits a nasty choke on the ropes! Lucious slides into the ring, eying both of his opponents, looking first to Zout. He picks up Zout, irish whipping him into a corner. He picks up Love, whipping him into another corner. He charges at Zout, nailing a heavy corner clothesline, Zout slumping into the corner. Starr charges across the ring, doing the same with TH Love. Feeling the end is near, Lucious turns to the fans, pointing skyward with one hand while signalling TH Love with the other. Zout rolls out of the ring, referee Swindell paying attention to Lucious… Zout is spun around, meeting face-to-mask with Dos Cara! Cara kicks Zout in the gut, locking in his head and arms… ALTER: EGO!! Zout is down, and Dos Cara slides him into the ring. Cara disappears underneath the ring before referee Scott Swindell can notice.

Jon McDaniel: Dos Cara just attacked Zout on the outside! Somebody call for the bell!

Brian Rentfro: All is fair in love and war, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable!

Lucious looks on with a confused look. THLove runs at Lucious and nails him with a clothesline. THLove makes a cover on Zout.

1...

2...

Lucious gets back up to his feet and pulls THLove off of Zout! THLove gives Lucious a kick to the head and Lucious backs up against the ropes. THLove gets up and runs at Lucious but Lucious doubles over and lifts THLove up and over the ropes!

Jon McDaniel: And THLove crashes hard on the outside!

Brian Rentfro: Ouch Jon, ouch. But now Lucious needs to take advantage of the fallen Zout!

Jon McDaniel: It's still not right, Brian! Zout should have won this match by DQ by now!

Zout tries to get to his feet, but Lucious is there and nails a weakened Zout with Hades' Flame and then goes for the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: And your winner of the match... LUCIOUS... STARR!!!

Soundgarden’s “Fell on Black Days” hits the arena, the crowd loving that announcement. Lucious’ hand is raised by Swindell, who congratulates the Fury of Hades on his victory. Lucious looks around, shrugging as he is making his way up the entrance ramp. THLove follows closely behind.

Jon McDaniel: I don't agree with the end result here, but Lucious manages to keep his streak alive.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious did what any other athlete would do - win! Wait, Dos Cara is back out here again, and he's got Zout!

Cara rolls Zout into the ring and nails Zout again with the Alter-Ego. The crowd is not pleased. Dos Cara picked up a mic and stood over the downed Mark Zout.

Diablo: "Ha, ha, ha, you see Mark I wasn't kidding last week when I told you I was going to destroy you. You may not have the cohones to take on the greatest luchadore ever. You see I want you gone, I'm going to put you out to pasture, I don't care how long it takes, or what I have to put you through, but whatever it takes I'll do it to put the memory of the father to rest. You see Mark, I didn’t think I got to you last week, when I did what I did, I don’t think you really understood, but I’m pretty sure you understand now, HA, HA, HA!”

Dos dropped the Microphone on top of Mark as Monster by Skillet blaired across the P.A. system.

Riona Langly vs Jacob Seldon


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall...

"Just you hold on a goddamn minute now!"

The opening salvo of "Original King" by Brother Ali kicks up on the soundsystem to a pop from the crowd as Jacob Seldon makes his way through the entrance curtain. Lit cigarette between his smirking lips, he saunters unhurriedly down the entry ramp, exchanging words with some of the louder-mouthed fans.

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

### GO! ###

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Jacob and Riona tie-up into a FIRM collar and elbow. They jockey for position, grunting, grimacing, neither able to gain the advantage. They're locked tight, like two pit-bulls, the strain showing in their arms and shoulders. Riona maneuvering Jacob toward the ropes, Jacob turns around, still neither into the ropes, Scott Swindell watching closely. Jacob and Riona both drop to their bellies, still locked on, and slide to the outside. They're on the floor... still warring over a collar-and-elbow tie up! Neither will give way to the other! Their path takes them around a corner of the ring, and then...

Jon McDaniel: Neither willing to admit they are a bit weaker.

Brian Rentfro: Both need this first advantage.

Both end up back inside, still in the tie-up! They maneuver back to center ring, where both competitors violently break the hold.

Glares.

Screw it.

CHOP.

Riona chops Jacob HARD.

CHOP.

Jacob chops Riona HARD.

WHAM! Riona with a headbutt staggers Jacob into a corner. Riona begins UNLOADING WITH CHOPS. thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud THUD, Jacob's face showing the pain... until finally, with a burst of frustrated energy, Jacob grabs Riona by the ears and spins her around, changing positions. Now it's Seldon's turn!

THUD.

thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud Kick to the thigh. Riona fighting intelligently to get the advantage. Her pasty white chest is already glowing a bright red as Seldon's chops broke open blood vessels. Jacob's chest, also shows red welts forming, but Riona takes Jacob over with a vicious snap suplex, then floats over into a mount. She starts pounding away on Jacob, who tries to cover up.

Scott Swindell tells Riona to get off and starts issuing a five count...

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Riona with no signs of stopping.

So Scott Swindell gets in Riona's face urging her off of Jacob.

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on, the official can't get involved like that!

Jon McDaniel: The official can do what he deems necessary to enforce the rules, and Riona wasn't breaking away from Jacob.

Riona looks furious, but Scott Swindell isn't about to be cowed by her. Riona grabs Jacob... Jacob with a shot to the breadbasket! Point of the elbow to the back of the head! Jacob takes Riona down with a Fireman's carry, then begins driving his knees into Riona's back. No doubt setting him up later fora submission hold. A few more of those and Jacob's anger gets the better of him, and he just begins to choke out Riona. Scott Swindell comes in with a count, warning Jacob to break...

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Once again, Scott Swindell refuses to allow the wrestler's to just do as they please, physically getting involved by getting in Jacob's face. Jacob's eyes are wide, nostrils flaring as Scott Swindell simply shakes his head. Don't even try it. Jacob grabs Riona, vertical suplex with authority. Leg drop connects, makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Jon McDaniel: Close call there.

Brian Rentfro: Slow count.

Riona kicks out. Jacob pulls Riona up, hooking a Sambo Suplex --- elbows from the Celesstial Trigger, she ducks behind Jacob, German suplex? Jacob has it well-scouted, refusing to allow Riona to fully lock on the German suplex. He spins out, snapmaring Riona down to the canvas. Off the ropes, flipping neck snap! Perfectly executed! Then FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Riona quickly gets to the ropes and Scott Swindell calls for a break. This time, he gets it before his five-count. Jacob grunts and gets up, pulling Riona up --- Riona headbutts Jacob in the gut! Another headbutt! And that's enough of an opening for Riona to hit a Northern Lights Suplex!

One...

Two...

KICK-OUT!

Jacob gets out, Riona's turn to snapmare Jacob over. Off the ropes, Riona hits a diving forearm to the seated Jacob. He goes down on his back. With Jacob down, Riona hooks the legs in a stepover... hooking in a figure four submission hold applied, but Jacob is able to make it to the ropes this time.

Jon McDaniel: Riona trying to weaken the legs of Jacob here.

Brian Rentfro: Smart move, but it can fail.


Riona breaks at four, giving Scott an annoyed look.

Jon McDaniel: As we expected, neither wrestler able to gain any clear advantage. So far it has been move for move, hold for hold, each with a period of dominance but unable to sustain it.

Brian Rentfro: Two masters at work, Jon. You should just sit there and enjoy it. You know, without talking.

Jon McDaniel: ... at least for the moment, both competitors are obeying the official, Swindell. But I don't know how long that's going to last.

Riona pulls Jacob up and puts him against the ropes. A chop, then an irish whip. Jacob reverses! Riona goes flying right into the referee! Was that an "accident?" Maybe. Maybe not. But you know what?

Scott Swindell was able to duck out of the way.

Jon McDaniel: Scott able to avoid a nasty collision.

Riona, however, is momentarily distracted, and that allows Jacob to pick her up for a back suplex, driving her down hard on her back and neck. Jacob pulls Riona up, talking a little trash, then slapping Riona in the back of the head. Jacob pulls Riona's arm across her throat, what's this? SUPLEX! Unique belly-to-back suplex there, Riona landing right on her head. Jacob then stands in a ready stance, slightly crouched, right fist cocked. Riona slowly gets up, staggered, and Jacob waits, waits, waits...

Uppercut!

NO! Riona falls down and rolls to the outside, avoiding a potential match-ending blow right there. Scott Swindell tells Jacob to stay put and begins to count Riona out. He gets to four when an anxious Jacob decides he can't wait anymore and slides out the other side. Jacob circles around, coming right for Riona... drop toe-hold from Riona! Jacob hits the floor hard, coming up holding his nose. Riona with a stiff kick to the ribs of Jacob, and then she grabs the arms...

Oh hell.

Riona holds both arms behind Jacob, plants her foot on the back of his head, and

Curbstomp.

On the floor.

Riona rolls back into the ring and tells Scott Swindell to "do his job." Scott Swindell begins his count again, as Jacob moans on the outside, moving slowly.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Jacob trying to get up...

Five!

Six!

Seven!

He's clutching at the apron...

Eight!

Nine!

Jacob makes it back in!

Scott Swindell says it's good, but to reward Jacob for his tenacity, Riona kicks him in the face. Jacob pulled up slowly, Riona gets behind and delivers a headbutt to the back of Jacob's head, then a GERMAN SUPLEX. Release! Jacob is in a bad way here, and Riona senses defeat. She climbs to the top rope...

Diving Headbutt!

Nobody home!

Jon McDaniel: That has got to hurt.

Brian Rentfro: Her head is empty anyways.

The crowd is into this match. Some are pulling for Riona, some Jacob, most are just wrapped up in the contest and hoping their favorite kicks the other's ass at some point. However, right now, both men are down and Scott Swindell fires up a ten-count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Both men grabbing the ropes to help them up...

Seven!

Eight!

They're both up!

Riona gets the first shot, Jacob still quite dazed from the curbstomp. She whips Jacob to the ropes, hits the opposite ropes, looking for a lariat! Jacob ducks!

Riona turns around

Brian Rentfro: A perfectly placed uppercut!

Riona goes down in a heap, Jacob collapsing himself. Jacob pulls himself over Riona!

One...

Two...

Thre

No no no no

Riona barely gets the shoulder up. Jacob shakes some more cobwebs loose, and then looks out to the crowd. He makes a "snapping" motion with his hands and yells "Time to make her humble!" Jacob stands over top of a rising Riona, throwing some crossface shots into Riona's face before locking on a camel clutch. He has Riona in the center of the ring, the hold cinched in! The part of the crowd behind Jacob is chanting "TAP TAP TAP!"

Riona yells in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Riona has a high tolerance for pain.

Brian Rentfro: But how long can she hold out?

Scott Swindell asks her "DO YOU GIVE? Riona DO YOU GIVE?"

Jacob, eyes wide, yells a guttural yell, no words, just base emotion.

Riona tries to struggle, tries to crawl as best she can with her arms trapped, trying to inch sideways, to get a foot on the rope... she's so close... but not there! Inches away! Riona's face is showing tremendous pain! She almost looks like she's going to scream "YES I QUIT"... but with one final effort, manages to hook her foot over the bottom rope. Scott Swindell tells Jacob to break it, on the ropes, Jacob holding on, wrenching back!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fi--
Jacob breaks. Scott Swindell warns Jacob angrily, Seldon getting right in his face.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob needs to watch his temper! This is one referee you don't want to mess with, he has no problems calling for a disqualification.

Brian Rentfro: And Riona is one opponent you don't want to give any advantage to!

Jacob quickly disciplines himself and grabs Riona. He hooks an inverted facelock and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, sitting on top. Jacob looks out... then flips forward to jar Riona's jaw on his shoulder. Jacob covers Riona!

One...

Two...

Thre----

Not yet Not Yet Not Yet

Foot on the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: You want to talk about ring awareness, how did Riona have any idea where she was?

Brian Rentfro: Instinct is all it could have been, Riona barely avoiding defeat there. Jacob has more tricks up his sleeve, however!

Indeed he does. Jacob whips Riona into the turnbuckle and charges in with a big lariat. Riona sags, and Jacob whips his man out to the other side. Another charge... Riona slings through the ropes and Jacob's momentum takes him between the turnbuckles, shoulder into the steel post! Riona on the outside grabs his arms, plants her foot on the ring apron, and then PULLS for all she is worth, trying to pull Jacob's arms out of their sockets! Scott Swindell tells Riona to get off her man in the ropes,

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fi---Riona just lets go. She doesn't care about the referee, but she does hate LOSING.
Jacob sags back into the ring, holding his left shoulder in pain. Riona gets in... and goes for a FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

Jon McDaniel: That's a smart move.

Brian Rentfro: She is going to dislocate his arm!

Jacob yells in pain as Riona looks to tap the man out with her submission move! Jacob can see the ropes, but they are feet away. He bites his fist, groaning in pain, Riona's part of the crowd chanting "TAP TAP TAP!" Scott Swindell checks in, Jacob yelling "no no no no!" Can he hold out much longer? He tries to shift his body, Riona moving as he goes, not letting loose on the hold. Jacob stretches his leg out... out...

He raises his free hand!

HE'S GOING TO TAP

NO!

Jacob makes a fist and makes a final lunge, getting his foot on the bottom rope. Scott Swindell calls for the break. Riona simply stares at him.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

FiVE! Riona is OFF OF EVAN!

Riona is furious now, ripping a verbal strip out of Swindell. Scott gives it right back, telling Riona to break the damn hold when the man is in the ropes! Riona forces herself to ignore Scott Swindell and turns back to Jacob, who is holding his arm in pain. Riona pulls the man up... Tazmission!

Brian Rentfro: Jacob is near the ropes.

Jacob pushes off, landing on top of Riona, whose shoulders are down!

One...

Two...


Riona kicks out! Jacob slowly gets up, but Riona grabs him. OH NO!

Jon McDaniel: Bomb Dropper Remix!

Riona covers!

One...

Two...

Thr--

Brian Rentfro: Foot on the ropes! Foot on the ropes! By God Almighty Jacob got his foot on the ropes!

Jon McDaniel: Back and forth, back and forth, the momentum swinging back and forth in this contest! And Riona is NOT happy about that count!

No, she's not. Riona is snarling at Scott Swindell about it being a slow count, that it was OVER. she goes to shove Scott Swindell. Swindell doesn't lift a hand towards Riona, he's bent on this being called fair and square. Riona spits at him. Still no reaction. Fine, Riona scoffs. She picks up Jacob, and hooks him for ANOTHER Bomb Dropper Remix! No, Jacob gets out, behind Riona, GRABS THE LEGS! WHEELBARROW SUPLEX --- No! Riona manages to land on her feet, HEADBUTT to Jacob. Pick-up, perching Jacob on the top rope? Riona climbs up. She's going for a top rope Tourniquet!

Brian Rentfro: Top Rope Super Tourniquet!

Jacob fighting the top rope Tourniquet! Riona hits him with another headbutt, and tries to hook it, Jacob holds onto the top rope to block. Jacob throws an elbow into Riona, another, another, Riona almost falling back but grabbing the top ropes herself... Jacob hooks Riona and lifts her up, dropping her flat to the canvas! Riona rolls over, moaning in pain, and Jacob leaps off the top rope

Riona sticks a foot up, Jacob's chin lands right on the sole of her boot. Jacob is wobbly as Riona pulls herself up to her feet. Riona goes in for the Tourniquet, but Seldon counters by driving his elbow repeatedly into Riona's head. Riona finally breaks away, and Seldon goes for the Anti-Hero by grabbing Riona's leg and going in for a front headlock, but Riona slips out and nails Seldon with an enziguri. Seldon drops to the mat and Riona goes to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Riona is gonna fly here, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: And probably miss.

Riona leaps off and nails Seldon with a top rope diving elbow drop. She connects right on Seldon's heart, and goes for the cover.

1...

DING DING DING!!!!

Jon McDaniel: What the hell?

Brian Rentfro: It's 1997 all over again!

Jon McDaniel: What?

Brian Rentfro: Just kidding...

Eric Emerson: I have been informed that the time limit for this match has expired and thus it will be scored as a DRAW!

The crowd sends Eric Emerson a mixed reaction, and Riona gets up to her feet. She's a little ticked off as she discusses the time limit set with Scott Swindell. Swindell convinces her that the time did expire and Seldon rolls out of the ring, making his way up the ramp with a smirk on his face.

Jon McDaniel: Talk about an anti-climatic finish, and this was such a good match.

Brian Rentfro: Neither one could put each other away in the time allotted, but I have a feeling this won't be the last time these two go at it.

Marxx vs SeVen vs Dos Cara


At the sounding bell, Marxx and Cara both rush the near monstrous SeVen, who dispatches both of them with a double clothesline. Cara flips up, arguing with himself as Marxx decides to attack SeVen on his own. Marxx and SeVen trade punches, until SeVen whips the Intercontinental Champion across the ring. Marxx is caught by Cara, who whips him back at SeVen. Marxx ducks a clothesline attempt from SeVen, rebounding off the opposite ropes. Cara flies in from behind, the two bringing down the behemoth with a flying elbow/chop block combo. Marxx goes for the pin, but Cara drags him off with a force. They begin to argue, Cara shoving Marxx. He responds by pushing Cara, the two throwing punches at each other. As they continue, SeVen gets back on his feet and eyes his opponents, who are too busy beating each other up to notice him. Marxx whips Cara across the ring, SeVen landing a shoulder block to the Intercontinental Champ. As Cara rebounds, he just narrowly ducks a clothesline attempt, turning around into a cross-body from Cara. Cara celebrates for a moment, but seems irked by something in his own head. He starts to argue with himself for a moment before covering, getting a two count.

Moments later, Marxx and Cara have all but eliminated SeVen from the match as they go at it, the former Global Champion nailing a big boot to Marxx. Marxx falls to the mat, shaking his head as he gets back to his feet, Cara throwing a foot into his gut. He attempts the Alter:Ego, but is thwarted as Marxx twists out of hit, nailing Cara with a short-arm clothesline. Marxx stomps on Cara’s head, no doubt confusing his multiple personalities further, then jumps to the top turnbuckle.

Cara starts rising to his feet, stumbling off the ring ropes. Marxx screams “PARTY!” before jumping, nailing his signature Party Crasher on Dos Cara. He covers Dos, grabbing the win.

Winner: Marxx in 10:54

Schemers


We're backstage, and Johnny Maverick is getting ready for his match against Simon Kalis, which is going down in just a few minutes. Maverick is taped up and ready to go, waiting for his entrance. However, a familiar voice calls toward him for a moment.

Matthew Engel: John boy, how's it going?

Engel steps into view, about ten feet behind Johnny. Johnny turns and looks at him, almost wanting to speak - not harshly, however. Johnny doesn't manage to say anything and Engel removes his Aviators.

Matthew Engel: You know she's right.

Johnny stops jogging in one place, and lowers his head.

Matthew Engel: It's no secret that there's no love lost between Laura and myself, but.. she's right about Kalis. It's one of the few things we agree on.

Johnny breathes in, and breathes out. His mind looks busy, and he looks like he wants to say something, but for the life of him.. Engel's presence is keeping him silent.

Matthew Engel: What right has Simon Kalis bestowed upon himself that allows him to cast people like Laura and myself as the ultimate villains in this sport? Laura's upset about the matter, and I don't blame her. Luckily for Kalis, I've grown accustomed to the role people like Kalis, Hayes, and Riona choose to put me in. They put me in this role because it suits them, it conveniences them and makes their world make sense.. they're schemers, Johnny.

Engel's word seep into Johnny's mind.. and Johnny's entrance music starts up as the crowd goes into an uproar.

Matthew Engel: They'll do the same to you, because you choose to play this game the way you see fit, and there's nothing wrong with that, Johnny. Just keep that in mind. Good luck out there.

Johnny heads through the curtains and out onto the stage. Engel puts his Aviators back on, and heads down a hallway.

Simon Kalis vs Johnny Maverick


Brian Rentfro: Ugh... Next we have the dumb Challenge series starting tonight from Simon Kalis, facing off against our dubious Grizzly Beer Champion Johnny Maverick.

Jon McDaniel: You mean a match between two of the best superstars in the PWA?

Brian Rentfro: Depends on perspective, really.

The arena is completely dark.

'It has to start somewhere...
It has to start sometime...
What better place than here?
What better time than now?'

The opening guitar riff of 'Guerilla radio plays as the 'Tron displays television static with the symbol for 'anarchy'. The lights flickering and flashing to resemble the static so we see the outline of Johnny Maverick on one knee, his fist planted firmly on the ground.

'Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As tha polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised'

Johnny stands and releases a feral roar as a loud, bright burst of pyro erupts from behind him.

'Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord'

Johnny starts to make his way down to the ring, a few of his Hoodie Ninjas do some initiating, offering a few of the signature hoodies to the fans.

'Lights out! Guerrilla radio!
Turn that shit up!' x4

Johnny slides into the ring and stands quickly, running to every turnbuckle and ascending to give each corner of the audience a roar and a fist pump. He jumps down and casually sits in the corner, cracking his knuckles.

) All Hail The Glorious (

This can be heard over the speakers just before "Heroes of our Time" by Dragonforce. Simon Kalis steps out from behind the curtains immediately, his customized "Who's The Man?!" Championship firmly strapped around his waist. Decked out in urban military camoflauge khaki's and a black wifebeater with military issue standard boots he raises both arms up. With his black bandana tied in front around his forehead, he smirks as the smoke billows up from the lit cigarette hanging from his mouth as the crowd sings along to his theme.

)Call for us(
)The power in all of us(
)So far beyond the blackened sky tonight(
)GLORIOUS(
)Forever more in us(
)We are victorious(
)and so aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive(

Kalis lowers his arms and begins approaching the ring from the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing, he weighs in at 180 pounds even and stands in at 6 feet tall. Hailing from Montreal, Quebec Canada... He is your Franchise Of The PWA! One half of The Order of Chaos! He is... Simon Kalis... THE GLORIOUS!

Kalis slaps the hands of fans along the way, handing his cigarette to a lucky woman in the crowd who swoons as she rubs his chest on his leave away from her. Kalis hops up onto the apron and flips himself onto the top turnbuckle, banging his had to the heavy metal of his theme song as he goes to each corner and raises the title high. He hands it to the referee and now turns his attention to Johnny Maverick, who stands ready. Kalis moves forward and extends his hand, and Maverick returns the offer by completing the handshake with Kalis.

DING DING DING

Immediately Kalis lashes out with a sudden thrust kick to Mavericks right knee cap, sending The Filth and the Fury to one knee. Kalis spins his whole body as he sends a flash of boot to Maverick's face with a spinning mule kick this time. Maverick falls back to the canvas but quickly rolls away and gets back to his feet. Kalis stomps and salutes Maverick as the Grizzly Beer Champ rushes forward. He attempts to clothesline Kalis but Kalis ducks, unaware that Maverick planned on this and quickly bounces himself chest first off the ropes and flying backwards with a jumping elbow to the back of Kalis' head, taking both men down.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah cut the comradary and get to the fighting already!

Jon McDaniel: This match is more than a challenge from one to another, Brian. This is about respect and leadership in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah and to see who can pretend to be Che Guevera more.

Kalis spins around twisting his lower body upwards like a break dancer while positioning himself on his shoulders as Maverick gets up. Kalis manages to let off two snap kicks with his own shins into the back of Mavericks knees. But as Maverick falls towards the canvas once more he brings down a crushing elbow to Kalis' throat. Maverick with a display of acrobatics of his own as he pushes himself up with his hands, twisting his lower body straight into the air before crashing down on to Kalis' chest with both of his knees bent outwards. Kalis coughs and chokes as he tries to roll away. Maverick doesn't relent as he pulls himself up and comes towards Kalis. Kalis slides out of the ring and as he shakes the last impacts off waves to the fan. Maverick doesn't hesitate as he springboards himself using the top rope and comes flipping with an awkwardly hit moonsault onto Kalis on the outside.

Brian Rentfro: At least Maverick is smart enough to know Kalis does this to recoop some of his energy. So while opponents stand like idiots in the ring getting mad Kalis always finds a pair of breasts to grab and make himself feel better.

Jon McDaniel: You're missing the point. Incredible athleticism being shown here by our PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Brian.

Johnny Maverick is up first and takes the fight to The Glorious as he grabs him by his neck and lifts him up, but Kalis quickly pushes Maverick into the corner post banging Johnny's head off of it. Kalis throws a stiff left and then jumps back, lifting his entire right leg perfectly upwards into Mavericks throat, lowering it quickly and then lifting it back up into Maverick's chin. Johnny collapses on the steel steps and Kalis moves back a bit to get some space. The referee is already at the 7 count as Kalis quickly rushes back to Johnny realizing this, grabbing him by his hair and throwing him into the ring. Kalis follows quickly by sliding in.

Brian Rentfro: What a moron. He could've left Maverick out there and just got back in himself and won.

Jon McDaniel: After last week against Engel? I don't think anyone would expect that, least of all against Maverick.

As Maverick gets himself to his feet Kalis begins running along the middle rope almost sideways, very quickly in his approach he then springboards himself off and catches Maverick with a superkick to the jaw, sending Maverick's head snapping hard to the right and then back forward. Kalis lands on his feet and moves in, whipping Maverick into the turnbuckle now quickly. Kalis takes Maverick up top now, sliding him down and hooking both his arms to his own carefully. Maverick isn't out of it and begins struggling as Kalis stands on the top rope attempting Sentencing of the Damned, and Maverick gets himself free and flips himself back into the ring on his feet. Kalis is still on the top rope, completely caught off guard as Maverick roundhouse kicks the back of both Kalis' legs, causing Kalis to fall forward off the top rope and right through the announcers table at ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus! Not so close!

Jon McDaniel: Oh man I don't think he's okay after that... You alright there, Simon?

Maverick slides out of the ring as McDaniel checks on Kalis, and he pushes McDaniel aside much to the joy of Brian Rentfro. Maverick lifts Kalis up and whips him into the side apron of the ring. Kalis bounces back and as he stumbles back Maverick grabs ahold of him and hits a Northern Lights suplex onto the debris of the broken table. The official gets out of the ring to warn Maverick but Maverick in his adrenaline pushes the referee to the side sending him head first into the apron as well, knocking him out momentarily. Maverick realizes this and hurries to check on him as Kalis gets to his feet now, bleeding from the back of his head. Kalis rushes forward and strikes quick with a Full Nelson suplex right onto the same pile of debris Maverick just put him into. Kalis begins throwing lefts and rights in a fury before getting himself up and away from Maverick. Kalis picks up a broken piece of plywood and throws it to Maverick, picking up another piece for himself.

Brian Rentfro: Uhh... The ref is down, and he's got a weapon. He's just going to wait for Maverick to get up first? Ugh... What a moron.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick doesn't look to good either now, damn.

Maverick gets to his feet and picks up the weapon. Kalis extends his like a sword and laughs as he moves in, swinging it as if it were one. Maverick blocks Kalis with his own broken plywood and both men continue blocking each others attacks until Kalis ducks finally, getting himself behind Maverick and swinging hard. Maverick instinctively ducks as well and spins his body to the left hard and aims for Kalis' ribs. Kalis sidesteps this and moves himself down and to the right to try and get Maverick in the side of the hide but Maverick lets himself fall to the padded ground outside the ring on purpose to avoid the hit. Kalis follows through however and lands a heavy shot right into Maverick's ribs. Kalis backs up and allows Maverick to get to his feet. Maverick and Kalis both swing hard and both of their plywood pieces shatter on impact. Maverick lunges forward and spears Kalis to the ground now as the referee is starting to get up.

Brian Rentfro: He should be disqualified!

Jon McDaniel: They're both doing it, Brian.

Maverick slides into the ring and Kalis follows suit after him. Both men are in the ring now and begin exchanging blows with their legs, Maverick with his muay boran style and Kalis with muay thai. They continuously counter each others attacks until Maverick gets the upper advantage but sliding himself under Kalis and back up onto his feet behind him, spinning him around and taking him up and down with a german suplex. Kalis quickly rolls to his feet and snaps a superkick forward just as Maverick does the same, both men nailing each other and hitting the canvas.

Just as that happens, Engel makes an appearance from backstage, looking in on the match.

Jon McDaniel: This can't be good for either Kalis or Maverick.

Brian Rentfro: What are you talking about? He just wanted a better view.

Engel stops at the ramp. Kalis is first to his feet and quickly hops up onto the top turnbuckle. As Johnny starts to show life Kalis flies off the top rope with a corkscrew shooting star press, Retribution! Kalis lands on Maverick and hooks the legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... Simon Kalis THE GLORIOUS!

Kalis doesn't stick around as he quickly slides out of the ring. Engel looks on, keeping his glaze on Maverick who gets to his feet. Engel shakes his head and walks backstage. Meanwhile, Kalis makes a hurried exit through the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Was Engel out here for Kalis... or Maverick?

Brian Rentfro: He was out here because he does what he wants, when he wants. Duh.

Jon McDaniel: Something's up, Brian. Something is definitely up.

One More Time


Jethro leans over the top rope, receiving the microphone from Eric and shaking his hand in gratitude. Jethro walks over to the center of the ring, looking around to the crowd who are mostly silent. He clears his throat, a bit close to the microphone to give him some time to speak.

"I'm sorry."

The fans murmur in their seats as Jethro continues to walk around the ring.

"I know there is a lot of things that I need to say, but that right now is the most important thing. I know there is a lot of people I need to apologize to, but you all here and at home are the ones that are the most important to me."

He makes an encompassing gesture, including the entire audience in the arena and at home watching.

"As much as my actions did not prove it, I did not do the things I did for myself. I did not do them for my own selfish gain. All along I stated that I was doing what I was doing for you all..."

He looks around.

"And I meant every single word of it."

He glances around, seeming to try and look at every single person.

"I did step up my game, I did learn a few things, and I am a better wrestler. While teaming with Matthew, I did learn some things because he is a great wrestler."

The crowd boos heavily and almost instantly.

"Regardless of your feelings for the man, he is one of the best the business has ever seen."

More booing.

"I can agree with your feelings, but facts also cannot be argued."

The crowd thinks on that for a moment, the booing lowers.

"I also did it for one other reason and that is to get him in one last match. I did what I did to gain his confidence, get in close to him, and turn my back on him."

The crowd is silent again.

"Yeah low down and dirty, but I know Engel and he'll want a match to settle the score because I pulled the wool over his eyes and he won't be able to stand that at all."

Jethro is smiling

"I have no doubt that ever since last Sunday he has been seething and chomping at the bit like a rabid dog to get back at me and I don't blame him. Someone who claims to be so smart having a dumb hick like me switch the contracts on him..."

Jethro shakes his head, still smiling.

"I'd be ticked to."

The crowd is getting behind Jethro slowly, but they are wondering how much they can trust him.

"I'm not so stupid as to think you all will trust me again and all at once, I do't expect you to. But do know that I am sorry for having to trick you all as well."

He does seem legitimately sorry.

"But I do have a friend up in the Great White North that deserves an apology as well. Mr. Sirus Moran, I am sorry for what I had to do."

He is definitely sincere.

"But I had to make Matthew believe what I was doing was legit and you was the only way I could do it. I know you love this sport, this fed, this entire business as much as I do and hopefully you and 'Al' can find it in your hearts to forgive me."

He nods to them up North.

"To Riona, your Knight is no longer White, but I owe you a very big apology as well. I don't know how you'll feel about me now, but rest assurred that I did this to save the PWA from the Virus that is infecting it. You made many claims that Matthew had infected me."

He thinks for a moment.

"In fact many of you in the back made such claims, but know this, I was never infected by his Virus. I went of my own accord to execute a masterful plan of sabotage and I believe it might have worked."

He smiles again.

"I'm sorry Riona if I tainted myself, but I had to do it, nothing else to say about it but that I had to do it."

He looks up to the big screen, hoping Riona is watching.

"I got the idea from Simon and his son when they did the same thing to The Pantheon and figured I'd be like the Trojan Horse and do the same to Matthew. So thanks Simon for the idea and good luck against Laura Estella."

He looks down at both of the PWA Tag Team Titles before looking back up.

"Now, this leads to one more question that needs to be answered."

He holds both belts up.

"Who my Tag Team partner is going to be."

He stares at the crowd, the smile evident even though the crowd is no where near behind him they way they were before Genesis X.

"My new Tag Team partner will be none other than my long time friend and fellow Georgian... "The Ragin' Redneck" Bubba J!"

Now the crowd loves Bubba J and yell for him. They love them some hard core action, but Bubba J doesn't come out.

"But for now, I've got a match with the Irish Phoenix, so lets get him out here..."

He looks up the ramp. But the Irish Phoenix isn't t here. It's Matthew "Virus" Engel, as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. The crowd is laying down boo's on Engel as he makes his way down to the ring, a microphone in his right hand, and a steel chair in his left. Hayes backs up a few steps in the ring, but keeps his microphone. Engel climbs up the steps and through the ropes. "Sympathy" dies down and Engel raises the microphone up to his mouth, dropping the steel chair on the canvas. He removes his classic Aviators, revealing his bruised right eye.

Matthew Engel: "Look at you, Jethro. All this time you were playing me, playing the fans, playing the world.. and you've yet to learn how to *beep* off with your apologies. You're not sorry, man. You never were. However regretful you might be, you did what you had to do.. because you felt it was necessary for some form of greater good. How can you apologize for that? And how can these pitiful pieces of trash hate you for it?"

The crowd shows Engel their appreciation as an "Asshole" chant starts up. Hayes doesn't look pleased.

Matthew Engel: "But I don't understand it, man. How come people like you, Riona, and Simon continue to conveniently label me as some evil force infecting the PWA? I've produced some of the best matches these people have ever seen. I have beaten several fighters on any skill level, from rookie to legend. I talk the talk, and I walk the walk as the saying goes. Even as you look at me right now, with disgust in your heart, you still uttered the fact that.. how did you put it...

I'm one of the best this business has ever seen. And I happen to agree with you."

More boo's from the crowd. Engel picks up the chair and sets it up in the ring. He takes a seat, laying back a bit. Engel rubs his week-old beard for a bit and then continues.

Matthew Engel: "It's just sad, man. It's sad that you cater yourself to these people, and you cling on to words like honor and loyalty like a *beep*ing Marines poster. You all conveniently sit there and talk about me as if I'm ruining this sport, this company, when I've been doing the complete opposite. Look at you, Hayes. Look how you've evolved. Do you think you could have done that without me?

Look at Riona. Do you think she would have won that World Championship and defeated Raizzor if I didn't continue to push her on a weekly basis?

*beep*! Look at Simon Kalis! He would have fallen to Jacob Seldon if it wasn't for me. You all are pathetic, because you chose to play this game based on [Engel points to the crowd] their expectations. What about your own expectations? Why don't you set the standards for yourself, and make a career out of it? That's what I did, and that's why I'm better than you.. than Riona.. and especially Kalis. Sure, you might have gotten the edge on me with your ruse, and for a moment, I honestly thought you were with me one hundred percent. I was skeptical for a long time, but each week that skepticism died a little as I saw you evolve and blossom into an amazing athlete, with no regrets and no illusions about who you are and what you want. For a month and some change, you learned how to play on my level. First.. congratulations on your single moment of glory over me, and secondly.. you're *beep*ing welcome."

Hayes runs his hand over his hair, the intensity and anger riveting through him clear as day.

Jethro Hayes: "What should I be thanking you for, exactly?"

Matthew Engel: "Because you're going to get what you want."

Engel rises up from his chair and Hayes readies himself. Engel keeps his gaze on locked in.

Matthew Engel: "No matter what you tell these people, I know what this boils down to: the finale match. You've been obsessed with this moment since your return in December. I can see it in your eyes right now. That's good, Hayes. That kind of determination and intensity might lessen the beating I'm going to give you, but that's highly doubtful. So, here it is. You're all witnesses.

I challenge you to a match at RPM 2. One last time, you and me will fight each other inside the squared circle. And one last time, you're going to find out that no matter how much I've taught you, you still don't stand a *beep*ing chance."

Hayes lights up for a moment, but then settles down and pulls the microphone up to his mouth.

Jethro Hayes: "I accept. However, only if we put our careers on the line. Back in January you told me that we would fight one more time when we both had so much to gain and so much to lose. Well, I have done the unthinkable, allowed myself to be corrupted, in order to get your attention, Matthew. I want you gone from the PWA, because you've been infecting it for too long. So, when I beat you at RPM 2, you will retire for good. And if you beat me, I will retire."

The crowd erupts in boo's and cheers. Some fans are yelling "DON'T DO IT JETHRO!" and some fans are yelling "FINISH HIM RIGHT NOW!" Engel is taken aback, and lets out a small laugh.

Matthew Engel: "I did say that. That's what you really want?"

Jethro Hayes: "Absolutely."

Matthew Engel: "You're willing to risk everything you love in order to force my retirement?"

Jethro Hayes: "Somebody has to, Matt, because as great as you are, you have gone unchecked for far too long."

Engel nods his head and then turns to his side for a moment, pondering about Hayes' stipulation. The crowd is silent, awaiting Engel's response.

Matthew Engel: "I accept."

The crowd goes into an uproar again, but Engel speaks once more and the crowd starts to die down.

Matthew Engel: "But on one condition, Jethro. It's going to be an Iron Man match and it's going to be no disqualification."

Hayes' eyes light up upon hearing the request for the Iron Man match, but Hayes is eager to speak.

Jethro Hayes: "Done."

Jon McDaniel: I don't believe it...

Brian Rentfro: Hayes is finished, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: There's no way Engel is going to let Hayes win.

The crowd goes crazy, but Engel isn't finished. He makes a motion to speak, but instead chucks the microphone at Jethro's head. Jethro manages to dodge it, but at the same time Engel grabs the chair, folding it, and runs at Jethro with it. Engel winds up and fires, but Jethro dodges it as well. Jethro tries to land a punch on Engel's bruised eye, but Engel whacks Jethro's arm away with the chair, and then quickly thrusts the chair into Jethro's gut.

Jon McDaniel: We need security down here! These guys will tear each other apart right now!

Brian Rentfro: Oh come on Jon! Hayes had this coming for what he did to Engel last week!

Engel slams the chair over Hayes' back. Hayes falls to a knee and then Engel hits a homerun on Hayes' face, knocking him on his back. Engel picks Hayes' microphone up.

Matthew Engel: "This is the part where I utterly destroy you, and leave you a bloodied corpse for all your darling fans and family to see. But, tonight isn't the night for that. Rest assured, Jethro, you will be *beep*ing destroyed at RPM 2."

Engel tosses the microphone away, and drops the steel chair. He kneels down and leans towards Jethro's head, whispering something to him.

Brian Rentfro: Jon! Can you tell what he's saying? You're a lip-reader, right?!

Jon McDaniel: I.. I couldn't make it all out. All I could see was that he said.. 'Kalis'.. and 'prison'. Is he talking about Simon's imprisonment?

Brian Rentfro: I guess so, but that's old news, like most of what Simon does these days.

Engel gets back to his feet and exits the ring, heading up the rampway as "Sympathy" hits the sound system. The crowd rains down boo's on Engel as Jethro struggles to get to his feet from the tremendous chair shot to the face. Blood trickles down Hayes' forehead.

Jon McDaniel: Brian, this could be one of the most exciting and anticipated matches in quite some time. Engel and Hayes will fight once more at RPM 2.. in an Iron Man No Disqualification Match.. and their careers are on the line!

Brian Rentfro: There's gotta be a quicker way to say that.

Jethro Hayes vs The Irish Phoenix


Jon McDaniel: After Engel's brutal attack on Hayes, he has to face the Irish Phoenix, a legend in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: We all know who he is, Jon. And he's coming out now!

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

Jon McDaniel: Jethro looks a little woozy from that attack by Engel but I think he's gonna be okay.

Brian Rentfro: He's seen worse.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow as Jethro shoves Rob backwards towards a corner. Rob ducks under the big lockup, dropkick right to Jethro's back sending him chest first into the corner. Rob bounces off the ropes, reverse bulldog takes Jethro down to the canvas. Rob hops up to his feet, kicking at Jethro's left knee, trying to take his vertical base from him. Rob lifts the ankle, stomping away at the left side of Jethro's knee.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro looking on the worse end so far.

Brian Rentfro: He had so much potential.

Jethro slams his right foot into Rob's ribs, doubling him over. Jethro rolls up to his feet, taking Rob down with a clothesline. Rob is down on his back as Jethro hits the ropes, but The Smoking Leprechaun is there tripping Jethro up. Jehtro stumbles forward right into a leg sweep from Rob taking him down face first on the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: The Smoking Leprechaun getting involved here.

Brian Rentfro: He is even smarter than Jethro.

Rob hits the ropes, baseball slide into nothing as Jethro rolls out of the ring. Here comes the Smoking Leprechaun though and Hayes is back up, easily stepping over the manager of Rob and back up onto the ring apron. Rob runs at Jethro, Hayes slams his shoulder into Rob's midsection. Jethro steps over the ropes pulling Rob back through. Front facelock, he lifts Phoenix up, letting his feet bounce off the top rope for added leverage, huge vertical suplex! Rob is down, Jethro off the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Basic leg drop.

Jon McDaniel: But it may have squashed his throat.

Jethro pulls Rob up, forearm to the throat. Irish whip into the corner, Jethro with a big running splash squashes Rob in against the turnbuckles. Rob comes out of the corner, stumbling, Jethro with a running knee lift right into his face stands him up, not moving at all. Jethro off the ropes, running Bulldog! Jethro rolls him over for the cover, but the Smoking Leprechaun is there to distract Referee Scott Swindell. Jethro gets up, staring down at the Smoking Leprechaun in disbelief. Rob nails Jethro from behind with a knee clip to Jethro's left knee taking him down to the canvas. Rob stomps away at the left knee.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is going to be limping here shortly.

Jon McDaniel: Smart of Rob though, take Jethro's height away and you also take his power away.

Jethro shoves Rob back, but he bounces off the ropes. Running knee planted right into Jethro's face laying him on his back. Rob climbs to the top turnbuckle, pointing to his elbow, he leaps.

Brian Rentfro: The Ashes!

Jethro rolls out of the way and onto the apron, accidently kicking the Smoking Leprechaun in the head as he goes to stand up. The Smoking Leprechaun is thrown back about three feet as Jethro climbs to the top turnbuckle. Rob is kneeling and holding his elbow as Jethro flies with a top rope leg drop across the back of his neck and slams him into the canvas. Jethro holds at his left knee as he stands up, limping a bit more noticeably now. Jethro spots Rob not moving and decides to begin a similar attack. Jethro limps over to Rob, pulling him up to a kneeling position. Forearm to the back, a second, Irish whip into the ropes. Rob bounces back, tilt a whirl back back breaker, but Jethro slams him on his right knee instead of his injured left one. Rob's back nearly bends in half from the impact, but Jethro continues the assault by pressing down to weaken the back of Rob.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro possibly setting Rob up for a submission.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro is big and powerful, but a few more strikes to that left knee and he'll be severely weakened.

Here comes the Smoking Leprechaun, but Jethro releases the hold, warning him to get back before he gets hurt. Scott is there pointing for him to go and sit at the announcers' table. An uppercut right to Jethro's groin, the traditional low blow, causes Jethro to fall against the ropes. Scott turns around, but Rob is laying on his back again, like he didn't do anything, Scott looks back at Jethro. After a moment of hesitation, he shrugs his shoulders.

Brian Rentfro: Brilliant.

Jon McDaniel: What? What a low blow from Rob there.

Brian Rentfro: Didn't see anything.

Rob, seemingly shaken, gets slowly to his feet as Scott checks on him. The Smoking Leprechaun slams a brass knuckled fist right into Jethro's chin twice before Rob is able to roll Jethro up for a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Thre

Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro manages to get a shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Barely, but he is dumb and resilient.

Jethro rolls over to his knees, but Rob is there with a roundhouse kick right to his temple rolling him over. Rob with a second kick towards Jethro's head, but Hayes is able to block this kick. Rob kicks out again, Jethro catches this foot, Rob with an enzeguri sends Jethro down on his face. Rob pulls the big man up, slamming the point of his elbow right into Jethro's face before spinning around to deliver a back elbow. Rob grabs a hand full of hair, slamming Jethro's head down into his knee as he lifts it up to increase the force of the impact.

Brian Rentfro: Get him Rob.

Jon McDaniel: Just last week you liked Jethro.

Brian Rentfro: Never trust a traitor.

Jethro pulls Rob's planted foot bringing him down. Jethro shakes his reddened face and head, clearing out the cobwebs. He shoves up to his feet, but Rob is already there slamming a fist right into his midsection. Chop from Rob sends Jethro into the corner. Chop number two, number three, number four and Jethro's chest is reddening as quickly as his face and head. Rob with an Irish whip sends Jethro across the ring. No wait! Reverse and Rob is sent running into the corner. Jethro charges in but Rob runs up the turnbuckle flipping over Jethro's head to twist in midair and land on his feet. Jethro spins around. Dropkick from Rob. Caught by Jethro who spins around while heading to center ring. Jethro releases sending Rob slamming into the mat and sliding nearly out of the ring. Jethro plants himself in the turnbuckle, gasping. Rob begins to stir, holding at his lower back in obvious pain. Rob is up, holding onto the top ropes for assistence as Jethro prepares himself in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Watch out Rob!

Jon McDaniel: You cheat!

Rob turns as Jethro charges across the ring. Rob leaps up into the air flipping back over the top rope to land on the apron. Jethro slams his right shoulder into the ringpost from the force of Trident!

Brian Rentfro: Dumb hick.

Jon McDaniel: His shoulder may be sprained from the impact of shoulder and steel.

Jethro shoves himself out of the corner as Rob leaps into the ring. Arm drag has Jethro down and Rob locks in a crossface to try and dislocate that shoulder. Jethro reaches back into th ropes with his leg, he's got it. Scott Swindell is right there with the count.

One!

Rob leans back, knowing he's got a five count.

Two!

Rob rolls to the right some, tweaking a little more pain out of the submission hold.

Three!

Jethro is gritting his teeth in pain, but refusing to tap.

Four!

Rob releases the hold, pulling Jethro towards center ring as he drags him to his feet. Forearm to the forehead of Jethro before slamming a knee into his midsection. Rob ducks back, spinning around delivering a knee right into Jethro's left knee sending him to a bended knee position. Rob hits the ropes, Shining Wizard!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro turns the Shining Wizard into a spinebuster!

Brian Rentfro: Damn!

Jethro pulls Rob up to his feet, not putting his full weight on his left leg. Jethro slams his head between his thighs and lifts Rob onto his shoulders. Jethro releases.

Jon McDaniel: Rob has just been Planted!

Jethro falls on Rob, rolling to hook and cover.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, Jethro Hayes!

"Journey Man" hits back up as Jethro rolls out of the ring, heading to grab his Tag Team Title and head towards the back. He turns to the crowd as he reaches the top of the ramp, he nods to them before waving.

More of RPM 2 Revealed


"The Empire Strikes First" by Bad Religion hits the sound system as Joe BoXeR, host of RPM 2, comes out to the stage. He receives a lot of cheers from the crowd, and heads down to the ring. He climbs through the ropes as "Empire" dies down. Joe, holding a microphone in his hand, begins to speak.

Joe BoXeR: Ladies and gentlemen, are you having a great night so far?!

The crowd responds with a "HELL YEAH!"

Joe BoXeR: Good to hear it. Tonight, we've seen a lot of great action so far, but some questions have been asked about the remaining title matches for RPM 2. Well folks, right now I am going to confirm two more title matches for you at the glorious RPM 2 event!

Jon McDaniel: Wow! Already? RPM 2 is still two weeks away!

Brian Rentfro: It can't come soon enough, Jon.

Joe BoXeR: On the second night of RPM 2, "The Filth and Fury" Johnny Maverick will be defending his Grizzly Beer Championship against Treacherous Hippo Love! And we all know that the champion gets to pick the match.

Brian Rentfro: Kinda saw that one coming, since THLove won his shot at Who's The Man?!

Jon McDaniel: But it's still nice to have it confirmed.

Joe BoXeR: And on the first night of RPM 2, Jethro Hayes and Bubba J, the team known as The Resistance, will defend their Tag Team Championships against Lucious Starr..

Joe pauses for a moment.

Jon McDaniel: And...

Brian Rentfro: And then!

Joe BoXeR: AND JACOB FIGGINS!

Jon McDaniel: WHOA!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Joe BoXeR: However, there will be a third team competing in the tag title match, which will be a triple threat and not elimination unlike the Intercontinental Championship match. That third team will be determined next week, as the returning Cowgirls from Hell take on the Jade Assassins! And the winner will be in the tag title match at RPM 2!

Brian Rentfro: Uh, what? Meghan and Tamika are back?

Jon McDaniel: It would appear so, Brian. It seems Joe BoXeR has gone to some length to make sure his event is one to remember.

Joe BoXeR: Now, I'd like to talk about my brother and his retirement match with Jethro Hayes. Even though both men have agreed to it, I wasn't sure if I could let it happen.

The crowd shows its disapproval.

Jon McDaniel: Come on Joe! It's the right thing to do, despite the fact Matt is your brother.

Brian Rentfro: Hear him out, Jon.

Joe BoXeR: Blood is thicker than water, as the saying goes. No matter how my brother chooses to represent himself, he is still my brother. However, I can't ignore the fact that this might be one of the most historical and amazing matches in PWA history, and they want it to happen on my event. How.. how can I ignore that? I thought about it, and thought about it, and I decided... yes, it will happen.

The crowd erupts once more.

Joe BoXeR: And I even have a name for the match... we will call it - a Scenes from a Memory match. This match will happen on the second night of RPM 2, and it will be the last match of the event. Both men have gone through hell and back in their PWA careers, both men have accomplished so much, and one of their storied and legendary careers will come to an end in glorious fashion. Folks, that's all I have for now. More of the event will be revealed next week on Rampage, and the card is coming close to be finalized. I guarantee you two spectacular nights, and I guarantee you an event you'll never forget. Enjoy the rest of Rampage!

"Empire" kicks up again as Joe exits the ring, leaving the crowd somewhat pleased but somewhat curious about the rest of the event.

Jon McDaniel: Some great matches announced here tonight, Brian. Maverick takes on THLove, The Resistance will face Lucious Starr and Jacob Figgins, and the winner of Cowgirls from Hell and the Jade Assassins in their match next week.

Brian Rentfro: And last but certainly not least, Jethro Hayes will face Matthew Engel in what BoXeR has dubbed a Scenes from a Memory match, and one of those men will be retired on April 25th!

Jon McDaniel: RPM is paving out to be a phenomenal event once again as the first event won the Pay-Per-View of the Year honors.

Laura Estella vs Matthew Engel


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from the City of Angels...

"Natural Born Killers" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube hits the sound system as Laura Estella comes out from backstage. Her Undisputed Championship is around her waist and the fans rise in awe and applause for their new champion. Laura makes it down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: She stands 5'9" and weighs 135 pounds...

Laura climbs into the ring, raising her arms in the air to keep the crowd going. She undoes her belt and hands it to referee Lance Weston.

Eric Emerson: She is the PWA Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World... I give you.. LAURA... ESTELLA!!!!!

Laura sits back in a corner and waits for her opponent to join her in the ring.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song. Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He is a three time World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

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

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

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

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Jon McDaniel: This is the first meeting between these two, and it promises to be a magical one, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Engel sold his promise to the world that he would give Laura her first loss, let's see if he can make good on it.

Before the bell rings, Engel asks for a microphone. The crowd responds accordingly, booing him as they don't want to hear him talk anymore tonight. Like he cares. Engel motions to Laura for just a few words. Laura shrugs and leans back against the ropes.

Matthew Engel: Before we get this started, Laura, I just wanted to touch on a few things you said to me a few days ago. I was extremely busy on Saturday with last minute stuff for tonight's match and didn't really have the time to get in front of my camera and verbally abuse Simon Kalis and Jethro Hayes, while assuring you that I plan on winning tonight. You know how it goes.

Laura chuckles.

Matthew Engel: You talked about us being realists, but I don't think you have realized a simple fact: while my initial intentions at Genesis X were to put you on the shelf for an extended period of time, those intentions withered away as I saw you out there. Your resilience is tremendous and your potential is nearly limitless, it seems. I agree we're alike, and that's why I didn't end your career that night. I could have.. and hell, I probably should have, because I'd be the one walking around with that title and not you.

We can see Laura say "Oh really?"

Matthew Engel: Yeah I think so. But, the fact that I didn't go through with it, and merely sent Riona and even you too a message, is the reason you're champion and not me. I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve. But hey, let's not dwell on the past anymore, kid. I know whether you think it's worthwhile or not, you've been dying for a shot at me inside the ring. Now you've got it. Show me what you can do.

Engel tosses the mic out of the ring and gets ready. Laura moves off the ropes and gets ready as well.

DING DING DING!!

Laura charges at Engel, but Engel slides away and grabs Laura's ankle, tripping her up. Engel quickly drops an elbow to Laura's neck. He does it again, and then goes off the second rope and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Engel stomps Laura in the chest and backs up for a moment. Laura begins to move, and Engel hits Laura with another stomp and a stare. The stare hurts more.

Brian Rentfro: Engel showing his authority on the Undisputed Champion.

Jon McDaniel: What authority? She's the top star in the PWA, not him.

Laura gets back to her feet. She cracks his neck, and nods. Laura and Engel lock up, but Laura is quick to land an elbow to Engel's side. Laura follows it up with some hard knees to the stomach and hits a neckbreaker on Engel. Laura flies into the ropes and comes back with a senton bomb. She covers Engel.

1...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Barely a one count!

Jon McDaniel: Anybody can be surprised, Brian. Perhaps Laura thought she had Engel locked down.

Brian Rentfro: Laughable.

Jon McDaniel: Go ask her then.

Brian Rentfro: Uhh.. no thanks.

Engel is to his feet. Laura checks him with a quick right, and follows it up with a jaw-breaking left hook. Engel stumbles back and Laura tries for a spinning heel kick, but Engel brushes her aside. Laura to her feet. Engel comes at her with a side kick, but Laura catches Engel's foot. Engel tries for the enziguri, but Laura dodges. Engel crashes to the mat and Laura is right on him for another assault. She unchambers lefts and rights, and then gets Engel to his feet. Laura takes him down with a quick hip toss, but Engel is to his feet. Laura spears him into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Estella pierces Engel into that corner!

Brian Rentfro: Engel looks like he got the wind knocked out of him.

Laura runs to the opposite corner and charges. Halfway, she launches into the air for a corner splash.

And misses.

Laura connects with the turnbuckle as Engel dodges at the last second. Engel wraps Laura up from behind and hits her with a huge german suplex. Engel holds on and stands up, still holding onto Laura. He hits ANOTHER german suplex on her. Engel uses a lot of strength to get Laura back up again, Laura trying to struggle out of it. Laura fights back with an elbow, trying to avoid a third. But Engel perseveres and hits another german suplex on Laura. He bridges it.

1...

2

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Laura powers out of that pin attempt like a true champion.

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn't say power out.. she just barely got her shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: I'd keep quiet, Brian, she might hear you.

Laura to her feet. Engel starts to give her some lip, but there's too much of it as Laura takes him down with a roundhouse. Laura grabs Engel's arm and rushes toward the turnbuckle. Laura hits a tornado cross arm breaker on Engel. Still holding on to Engel's arm, she rings him up and attempts to kick Engel in the back of the head. Engel telegraphs it and ducks, grabbing her leg and taking her down to the mat. Engel is up and Laura gets to his feet. Engel kicks her in the gut and hits a huge jumping piledriver on Laura.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Seems that Engel has broken down Laura a bit with that piledriver.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed, Brian. Laura needs to put together some offense if she wants to survive this match and keep her undefeated streak alive.

Laura is a bit groggy now as she gets to his feet. Engel wraps Laura up with a front facelock, and lifts Laura vertically above him. Engel drops down and hits a big brainbuster on Laura. He doesn't go for a cover, but flies into the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope, attempting a moonsault. He overshot it. Wait -

He didn't overshoot it, he lands both feet on Laura's chest for a huge double foot stomp! A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Close call there. Engel calls that moonsault double foot stomp of his High Voltage.

Brian Rentfro: Engel thought he had the three count.

Laura cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Laura up to his feet. Engel drags her over to the corner, giving Laura enough time to catch her breath. Laura slams her elbow into Engel's stomach and plants him in the mat with a vicious DDT. Laura hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Nearly a three count! Again, a surprise counter can be a deadly move, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I happen to agree with you there, but Engel's been around long enough that chances are it's not going to work on him.

Laura is to her feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Laura slaps on an impressive Million Dollar Dream choke. We've seen Engel use this move before. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel's face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Laura. Laura just tightens the grip, and Engel's face begins to turn red. Engel looks about three feet in front of him, and noticies a bottom rope in close proximity. He reaches out, but he's a few inches away. He starts to muscle his way toward the rope as Laura tries to hold him back. He reaches it, and the ref makes Laura break the hold.

Jon McDaniel: We've seen Engel execute that choke hold... and now Laura is using it against him.

Brian Rentfro: It's a risky play, because Engel knows the strengths and weaknesses of that hold better than anyone.

Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Laura hits a soccer kick on him, and gets him to his feet. Laura sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a spinning heel kick. She connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Laura is into the ropes and springboards off with a perfect moonsault. She holds it for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Some fancy aerial out of Laura, but it wasn't enough.

Brian Rentfro: Engel practically invented fancy aerial, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I highly doubt that.

Engel is up to his feet as Laura grins. Laura lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Laura up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Laura's back and then kicks out the back of her knee. Laura is down to one knee, but Engel picks her up and executes a big sidewalk slam. Laura gets to a knee and Engel is on the attack. He hits Laura with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Laura up to her feet and lands a huge ace cutter. Engel hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Laura catches the bottom rope with his leg.

Jon McDaniel: Great ring awareness from the Undisputed Champion.

Brian Rentfro: I can feel Engel starting to wear Laura down finally, and she's coming dangerously close to getting her first loss.

Jon McDaniel: Even Engel has been impressed with Laura's resilience, so I don't think it's getting that close.

Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in the ref's face a bit. He's claiming he had the three count before Laura got her leg up. Meanwhile, Laura regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he's met with a devastating dropkick. Engel flies into the corner. Laura mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. She finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Laura grabs him by the hair. Laura rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT. A quick cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: That was too close, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Laura can feel Engel starting to wear down, this is when she needs to strike!

Engel shakes it off and tries to get to his feet. Laura drops an elbow on his back and follows it up with some stiff kicks to the back of the head. Laura gets Engel to his feet and works his arm again. Engel falls to a knee, but looks up into Laura's eyes and gets an adrenaline shot. Engel muscles back up to his feet and flips out of the arm bar. Still holding onto Laura, Engel pulls her close and gives her a clothesline she'll never forget. Engel climbs the top rope - cannonball 450 splash. Perfect. He covers.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: That was 3!!

Jon McDaniel: Not according to Lance Weston.

Engel to his feet and Laura uses the ropes to get up. Laura rushes at Engel and locks up with him. Engel shoves Laura out of his grips and into the ropes. Laura rebounds looking to connect a lariat on Engel, but Engel ducks and Laura stops on a dime, kicks Engel low, and nails Engel with a cross-armed implant DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Stain of Mind! This could be over!

Laura covers Engel.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Holy crap!

Jon McDaniel: Engel's resilience is unprecedented, but he'll need to do something now if he wants to escape Laura's determination to win and add another big name to her list of victories.

Laura pulls Engel up to his feet, but immediately takes him down to the mat with a tiger suplex! Engel is cringing and Laura hooks his leg.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Engel kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Now THAT should have been three.

Brian Rentfro: 'Not according to Lance Weston'.

Jon McDaniel: Oh shut up.

Laura slams the mat in frustration, but gets up to her feet. Engel is using the ropes to get up and Laura kicks him hard in the gut. Laura delivers another kick and then clubs Engel on the back. Engel falls to a knee and Laura goes into the ropes. Laura bounces back and tries for a diving forearm, but Engel drops to the mat and rolls out to the apron. Engel gets up to his feet and springboards off the apron, hitting a rising Laura Estella with a missile dropkick! Laura falls to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: And just when Laura thought she had Engel down, Engel counters!

Brian Rentfro: The sign of a true champion, Jon.

Engel gets Laura up to her feet and nails her with the Sons of Plunder.

Jon McDaniel: Sons of Plunder! Engel has ended a few matches with that move!

Engel covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it!

Jon McDaniel: Neither can Engel!

Engel tries to keep Laura grounded with foot stomps, but Laura grabs Engel's left leg and nails Engel with several punches to his right knee! Engel hobbles away, trying to protect his knee.

Jon McDaniel: Laura is attacking Engel's weak knee.

Brian Rentfro: He doesn't have a weak knee!

Jon McDaniel: Yes he does! And Laura knows it!

Laura rises to her feet and clips Engel from behind. Engel falls to the mat and sits up, grabbing his bad knee. Laura's eyes widen, she goes into the ropes. She bounces back and goes into a slide, trying for the Splatterhouse, but Engel goes flat and ducks underneath it at the last possible second. Laura gets up to her feet the same time Engel does and charges, but Engel counters with a powerslam!

Jon McDaniel: What a reversal by Engel! He nearly dodged that Splatterhouse attempt from Laura.

Brian Rentfro: It was his plan all along, Jon.

Engel doesn't go for a cover, because he's noticed something amiss. He looks up and he sees Jethro Hayes, storming down the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes is here! It looks like he wants a shot at Engel!

Hayes slides in and gets into the a three point stance, and in a blinding second Hayes nails Engel with the Trident!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Engel might be broken in half!

Brian Rentfro: Uncalled for, Jon! Uncalled for!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner due to disqualification... MATTHEW... "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

Hayes mounts Engel and dishes lefts and rights. Estella is slow to get back to her feet, but heard the announcement and is pretty pissed off regardless. Hayes gets to his feet and stomps on Engel a few times, and then turns toward Estella, who is bouncing off the ropes and nails Hayes directly in the jaw with a yakuza kick!

Jon McDaniel: And Hayes falls to a knee from that kick!

Brian Rentfro: But he looks angry!

Hayes slams the mat in frustration as Estella goes into the ropes again. Estella tries for the Splatterhouse but before Estella can go into the slide Hayes counters with a roaring elbow that takes Estella clear off her feet and down to the mat!

Brian Rentfro: Oh God.. that was...

Jon McDaniel: Estella is gonna feel that in the morning, Brian.

Hayes looks down at the carnage and Engel is managing to get to his feet now. The crowd is erupting as Engel and Hayes are now toe to toe, Hayes towering over Engel quite a bit. The two are exchanging words, but security finally arrives on scene and tries to separate the two.

Brian Rentfro: Well so much for a proper finish, Jon. I assure you Estella won't let Hayes' actions tonight go unnoticed.

Jon McDaniel: I agree, but Jethro Hayes has been torn for all these months now as he was posing as Engel's partner. He isn't in the right state of mind, and felt he needed to get back at Engel for his cheap attack on him earlier tonight.

Brian Rentfro: What about last week, Jon? That was fairly cheap.

Jon McDaniel: It was necessary Jon. I agree with Hayes, Engel has been operating unchecked for too long and it's about time someone steps up and takes matter into their own hands. But Hayes is making more enemies than friends in the process, Brian.

Security pulls Hayes and Engel apart as Estella grabs her Undisputed Championship and heads up the ramp, detaching herself from the situation.

Simon Yip (C) vs Cody Bogard

PWA Television Championship Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen... our final match of the evening is for the PWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from San Mateo, California...

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to "Trouble Man" pick ups and smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

A figure slowly creeps from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure emerges as strobe lights go off to reveal....CODY BOGARD!!!!! Cody makes his way to the ring.

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He stands 5'11" and weighs 210 pounds... he is... CODY... BOGARD!!!!!

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 his opponent or waits for his opponent.

Jon McDaniel: Simon Yip's TV title might be in dire straits here tonight, Brian. Cody looks more focused than ever.

Brian Rentfro: It's the Year of the Yip, Jon. Not even Cody can mess with that!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from San Franciso, 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, his freshly polished Television Championship around his waist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slides into the ring and bows to the referee and to Cody Bogard.

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

-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 hands over his TV title to the referee and is now ready for some action.

Jon McDaniel: San Mateo and San Francisco aren't too far apart are they Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Roughly 20 miles apart, if I recall correctly.

DING DING DING!!

Jon McDaniel: The last engagement between these two saw Simon as the winner. We shall see if he can repeat that victory tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Make no mistake about it, this is the Year of the Yip.

Jon McDaniel: Brian that's getting highly annoying when you say it.

Brian Rentfro: YEAR OF THE YIP!

Cody and Simon circle each other in the ring. Yip tries for a roundhouse kick but Cody backs up and it just barely misses. Yip moves in with a palm thrust into Cody's chest but Cody counters with a spinning backfist, connecting brutally with Yip's jaw. Both men go at it, punch for punch, but Cody gets the advantage and locks Yip up in the ropes. Cody smashes his right knee repeatedly into Yip's gut and then sends him into the ropes. Yip comes back and nails Cody with a spinning heel kick. Cody bounces up to his feet but Yip meets him with a thrust heel kick to Cody's gut and then Yip takes Cody down to the mat with a DDT! Yip makes a cover.

1...

2 -- KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Cody kicks out immediately after the 2.

Brian Rentfro: Yip put on a good showing there and wants to get in and out of this match as quickly as he can.

Jon McDaniel: If Yip wins tonight he's one more title defense away from earning a shot at the Undisputed Title.

Yip brings Cody up to his feet and nails him with a big-time headbutt. Yip throws Cody into the corner turnbuckles. Yip backs up and then makes a running start, leaping in the air and trying for a corner splash but Cody moves out of the way just in time. Yip gives the top turnbuckle a kiss with his forehead and bounces back into the clutches of Cody, who slams Yip down to the mat with a tiger suplex! Cody goes towards the ropes and springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault and connects, staying on top of Yip for the count.

1...

2..

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Close call there as Cody bounces back with that stellar moonsault off the second rope.

Brian Rentfro: It's the Year of the --

Jon McDaniel: Stop it Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Yip!

Cody brings Yip up to his feet, slamming the back of his hand across Yip's chest in perfect knife-edge chop action. The crowd retaliates with the classic "WHOO!" However, Yip fires back with a chop of his own!

Crowd: WHOO!!

Cody nails Yip with another chop!

Crowd: WHOO!!!

Yip fires back one more time!

Crowd: WHOO!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Neither man is willing to back down!

Brian Rentfro: But their chests are turning beat-red from it!

Cody motions for another chop but instead lays into Yip's jaw with a right hook. Yip fires back with an unorthodox veritcal fist punch, connecting with Cody's jaw. The two men keep laying into each other, and Yip takes a considerable advantage by connecting with a european uppercut, staggering Cody back a few steps. Yip nails him with another, and another, and spit continues to fly out of Cody's mouth and into the front row.

Brian Rentfro: Tasty.

Jon McDaniel: I think a kid got hit with some of that saliva.

Yip sends Cody into the ropes. Yip tries for a clothesline but Cody ducks underneath and stops on a dime, while Yip turns around and Cody connects with a jaw-breaking superkick! Yip falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes and Cody makes the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: And Yip barely kicks out after that tremendous kick to the jaw from Cody.

Brian Rentfro: Cody is feeling almost as annoyed as you are, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I wonder why that is.

Brian Rentfro: Year of the Yip!

Jon McDaniel: ...

Cody brings Yip back up to his feet after a short discussion with referee Scott Swindell. Cody nails a few headbutts in a row on Yip and then sends him into the ropes. Yip comes back and Cody takes him down with a massive powerslam, shaking the ring with the 160 pound body of Simon Yip. The crowd is roaring for both men for the match they've put on so far. Cody walks to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope. The cameras are going off as Cody raises his arm in the air and leaps off with a frog splash and connects on Yip's knees!

Jon McDaniel: Great counter by the TV Champion! And Cody is grasping at his stomach after landing on Yip's knees.

Brian Rentfro: Classic counter, Jon!

Yip gets up to his feet as Cody is on one knee, still holding his stomach. Cody manages to get up to his feet and Yip closes in. Yip tries for the One Inch Punch, but Cody counters with a quick kick to the gut of Yip, doubling him over. Cody takes advantage and nails Yip with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb, a move he calls..

Jon McDaniel: The Dangerous Queen Bomb!

Brian Rentfro: The.. what?

Jon McDaniel: That's one of Cody's finishing moves! The Year of the Yip might be over!

Brian Rentfro: NO!!!!

Cody makes the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And the winner... your new PWA Television Champion... CODY... BOGARD!!!!!!!

Cody jumps up to celebrate and raises his arms in the air. Scott Swindell hands Cody the TV Title, Cody's first PWA title. Cody gives it a dramatic hug and then raises it up in the air as the fans go crazy. Simon slides out of the ring, holding his back, and moves backstage.

Jon McDaniel: What an amazing finish to Rampage tonight. Cody Bogard wins his first PWA championship and starts his own road to becoming a number one contender for the Undisputed Championship.

Brian Rentfro: Lest we forget, Cody Bogard has to go through a monstrous man in the form of Deacon Frost, and that match will be next week.

Jon McDaniel: That's going to be a true David and Goliath story, Brian. Well, we're out of time tonight.. stay tuned for next week's Rampage as we get closer and closer to Revolutions Per Minute 2!

Brian Rentfro: Good night!

(C) PWA 2010