Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
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06-06-2010


Prologue


Flash bulbs open the scene as we turn up into the scene. It’s early afternoon and a press conference is in full swing. A few simple banners dotted around tell us we’re in the right place, while a very formal is unknown figure takes the stage.

Formal Guy: Good evening. As you all know recent events regarding the family of Joe Boxer have forced him to relinquish his position in the PWA and take a step back for the time being. We would also like to wish him all the best and hope to work with him again as soon as he is available.

The man clears his throat and shuffles a few papers in front of him.

Formal Guy: In light of these events, the Board of Directors has seen fit to replace Joe Boxer for the time being, and so I would like to introduce to you, the new acting General Manager of the PWA, effective immediately, Mrs Lisa Seldon.

This elects a particularly interested response from the audience as a buzz goes around between them. The flash bulbs are then back in force as the former LWF and HiC World Champion takes the stand, looking altogether less formal than her job would demand. Lisa stops at the podium and fixes all her on lookers with a vivid smile.

Lisa Seldon: Hi.

Flash bulbs again and we burst into scene.

Intro


And an explosion of light breaks across your screen as we land into the arena, following the spotlights and fire works that rush, diving and shatter across your screen. The fans are on their feet and absolutely defining as Jon McDaniel fights to get his voice heard.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentle men, welcome to the PWA! And welcome, to Out Of Control!

A last look at the capacity crowd before we cut down to the ringside area, right to those ever so familiar faces.

Jon McDaniel: Good evening ladies and gentlemen I'm Jon McDaniel, joined once more by my esteemed broadcast colleague, Brian Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: Good evening everybody.

Jon McDaniel: You know I give you a lot of slack out here but I don't think I'd ever want it any other way. Anyway, before we get to business tonight we have an announcement, beyond just that of our new of course General Manager. I have to announce, due to an accident in the lead up to tonight's event, Matthew Engel will be unable to attend this evening and so has had to forfeit his match. At this time we would like to wish Matthew Engel all the best and we pray for a swift recovery so we can have him back with us as soon as possible. However, lets not let that spoil a great night of action, as coming up now we have the opening six man tag to decide our up coming TV title contenders.

Brian Rentfro: I can't wait for this match any longer Jon, because I can't wait for Matt Stone to take back his rightful place, not just as an official roster member, but as an official PWA title holder.

The camera then cuts to the ring, Eric Emerson already in place.

Brody/Tolium/Cable vs Vaxman/Cole/Stone

Winner(s) Receives TV Title Shot


Jon McDaniel: Let's see what our loyal PWA fans have chosen for this match.

Eric Emerson: The following contest has a 30-minute time limit, and is an Elimination Six-Man Tag Team match!! The winning team will each receive shots at the PWA Television champion over the course of the next month, whoever that may be!

The lights go out as green, orange, and white lights flash across the arena as smoke billows from the entrance way as "Stay In Shadow" by Finger Eleven begins to play over the P.A. system. Emerging from the smoke, wearing a sleeveless black leather robe with a silver Celtic cross necklace around his waist and short black MMA biker trunks with a gray Celtic cross pattern on the sides of the trunks and the words "BRODY" written in Olde English on the back of the trunks in orange lettering, and wearing black elbow and knee pads with black wrestling boots with black rabbit's fur on the boots, a la Bruiser Brody.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 276 pounds and stands at 6 feet, 5 inches tall, hailing from High Point, North Carolina...

As "The Boondock Saint" glares out at the ring silently, soaking in the crowd's hatred for him, he makes the sign of the cross, moving his hands up and down then left to right before embarking on a slow walk to the ring, not taking his eyes off the squared circle.

Eric Emerson: He is "The Boondock Saint"...

He gets to the end of the ramp-way, he pauses again to soak in his surroundings, showing a sadistic, disdainful smirk at the crowd as he walks to the ring steps, makes the sign of the cross again before pounding his hands on the ring steps and walking up them before climbing in the ring.

Eric Emerson: ...JAMIE BRODY!!!

Jamie climbs the nearest turnbuckles, raising his fists in the air before posing with his muscles and letting out a primal scream of fury as he climbs down and leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting his partners as "Stay in Shadow" dies down. The rapid beat of "List of Demands" kicks off as Bruce Cable makes his way through the backstage curtain. Saul Williams' spits out rhymes like automatic gun fire as Cable makes his way down to the ring, dressed in black wrestling pants that say "MIDNIGHT" in navy blue down his right leg. He also sports a pair of black boots, but no shirt.

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring, hailing from The Bronx...

Cable makes his way to the ring and climbs in, raising his arms to the crowd.

Eric Emerson: He stands at 6 feet, 6 inches tall, and weighs 263 pounds...

Cable bounces off the ropes on both sides of the ring, warming up for the match.

Eric Emerson: He is..BRUCE..."MIDNIGHT"...CABLE!!!!

"List of Demands" dies...

Alert Alert Alert Alert!
Alert Alert Alert Alert!

...and a digital countdown is displayed on the ADC-Tron. With each "Alert!" the counter goes down another second until it reaches zero, at which point an explosion of pyrotechnics illuminates the stage, red sparks falling down from the bottom of the ADC-Tron that momentarily shower a standing Tai "Nitro" Tolium, a cocky grin on his face, before he makes his way down the ramp to Powerman 5000's "Drop the Bombshell."

Get up, get up, drop the bombshell!
Get up, get up, drop the bombshell!

Eric Emerson: Next, weighing in tonight at 275 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 6 inches tall...

Tolium marches quickly down the ramp, slapping high-five's with the front row fans on either side before sliding into the ring and rising to his feet.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Cincinatti, Ohio...

Tai slides his sunglasses and jacket off, tossing the sunglasses into the sea of bodies that makes up the Out Of Control crowd before handing his jacket off to a ringside attendant.

Eric Emerson: ...TAI..."NITRO"...TOLIUM!!!

The fans cheer appreciatively as "Drop the Bombshell" dies down into silence. The silence does not break, however, as Xan Vaxman emerges from behind the curtain - no pyro, no music, no tricks with the lighting rig - bobbing his head to whatever tune he is listening to through his iPod's earbuds. Emerson looks up, a little bewildered, and the team of Brody, Cable, and Tolium look on amused.

Eric Emerson: Uhhh...and their opponents, introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 220 pounds and stands at 6 feet even...

Vaxman ignores the entire crowd around him before walking up the ring stairs, stepping through the ropes as he pauses his iPod before shutting it down and pulling the earbuds out, wrapping their cable around the iPod itself.

Eric Emerson: He is "The Original"...XAN VAXMAN!!

Brian Rentfro: Ah, so THAT'S how you pronounce it.

Vaxman hands his iPod off to a ringside attendant, and Inner Party System's "Don't Stop" cues up, bringing forth a strutting Emanuel Cole.

Eric Emerson: Next, he weighs in tonight at 257 pounds, and stands at 6 feet, 4 inches tall...

Cole ignores any fan that even bothers to reach out to him, continuing his strut down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee...

Cole rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, rising to his feet. He motions for his partner to exit before holding his fists up into the air.

Eric Emerson: ...EMANUEL COLE!!!

"Don't Stop" fades...

I came to play!

Downstait's "I Came To Play" can be heard in the arena and the crowd begins to show their disapproval for the longest reigning Grizzly Beer champion in PWA history.

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: Lastly, being accompanied to the ring by his personal interviewer Katrina, he weighs in at 199 pounds...from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, he is the Wrestler of the Year...MATT STONE!!!

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

Standing in the ring now, Stone looks out at the crowd and raises his hands in the air, holding the trophy just as high as he can. He hands the trophy to Katrina on the outside of the ring and hits the ropes a few times in preparation for his match. "I Came To Play" dies as Stone motions for his makeshift partners to exit the ring, a look of pleasant surprise on his face as they do so, and Tolium steps into the center of the ring, prompting his partners Brody and Cable to step out onto the apron.

DING DING DING!!!

Jon McDaniel: We're off with the first match of the night, and Matt Stone charges right in!

Stone delivers right hand after right hand to TNT, staggering the larger man back against the ropes. He whips him off but Tai reverses it, sending Stone into the ropes instead.

Jon McDaniel: Stone off the ropes, he ducks a clothesline...

Tolium misses with a back elbow attempt after Matt rebounds again, and ducks down for a back body drop as Stone rebounds once more. A boot to the face ruins his plans, however, and Matt hits the ropes of his own will, nailing a clothesline that barely sends "Nitro" back a step.

Brian Rentfro: I think you'll have to bring a little more than that into the fight to knock a guy this big down, Matt.

Jon McDaniel: Stone with another clothesline...BUT TOLIUM TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE POWERSLAM!!

Brian Rentfro: He covers!

1!

2!!

Stone gets a shoulder up at 2, causing Tolium to rise to his feet. He boots Matt in the side of the head quick before bringing him up to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Rake to the eyes from THE Wrestler of the Year.

Stone quickly charges into his team's corner, making the tag to Vaxman. Xan shrugs and steps into the ring, pointing at Jamie Brody. Brody points to himself, smiling, and then reaches for the tag. Tolium obliges, slapping the hand of "The Boondock Saint," and steps out onto the apron.

Jon McDaniel: Brody and Vaxman in...they circle...

The two lock-up in the center of the ring, and Brody slams him right down to the mat. Xan looks up, a little shocked by Jamie's power, and then scrambles to his feet. He slaps himself a few times in the face to psyche himself up as Brody flexes, shaking his head with a bit of a chuckle escaping his mouth.

Brian Rentfro: Brody has only been in the PWA for a few weeks and he's ALREADY acting like he owns the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Brody shoots in, Xan ducks under...

Vaxman fires off right hand after right hand into Brody's face before jamming a thumb into his eye, prompting a warning from the ref. Xan looks at the official, feigning fear, and then stomps on Brody's foot before hitting the ropes, coming back with a diving forearm that knocks the North Carolina native off of his feet.

1!

2!!

Brody grabs the bottom rope, and Xan wastes no time as he grabs a handful of hair to bring Jamie up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Tag to Emanuel Cole...

Cole nails a back elbow into Brody's jaw, followed by another, and then a big right hand that sends Jamie down. In the opposite corner, Tolium calls for the tag as Bruce Cable covers a yawn, shaking his head to keep himself awake. Cole gets Brody into a front facelock and then drops him with a vicious snap suplex, floating over the cover.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: The snap suplex only gets a 2-count. Cole up...

Emanuel measures Jamie and drops a fist right between his eyes. Another cover...

1!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Brody DEFINITIVELY kicks out of that one!

Jon McDaniel: Cole brings Brody up to his feet, whip into the ropes...

Cole goes for a dropkick, but Jamie holds onto the top rope, causing Emanuel to crash down to the mat. Brody dives forward with a quick elbow drop, rolling off of him and into his corner, making a tag to Tolium.

Jon McDaniel: Tai Tolium back in...he measures Cole...

Emanuel rises to his feet, dazed, and turns around just in time to witness Tai's right hand slam into his throat, choking him as he gets lifted off of the mat before Tolium drives his back right down into his knee with a vicious chokeslam backbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Mortar Attack!!

Tolium quickly drags a thumb across his throat as he brings Cole to his feet, wrapping both hands around the throat of the "Ideal Reflection."

Brian Rentfro: Both hands on the throat...he's got him up...!

Tai drops to a sit-out position, turning the double chokehold into a sit-out powerbomb. TNT rolls away and then drops on top of Cole.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Tolium stands up as Matt Stone re-enters the ring, and Eric Emerson brings the mic to his mouth on the outside.

Eric Emerson: Emanuel Cole has been eliminated!!

Tai gets up and points at Stone, whose color drains from his face before he tags out to Vaxman. Xan looks at Matt, confused, and steps into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like Stone and Vaxman aren't quite sure if they want to enter the ring or not.

Brian Rentfro: It doesn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out why, Jon.

Tai backs up into his corner, and Bruce Cable slaps him on the back. The ref claps his hands quick, signalling that he recognizes the blind tag, and Cable steps into the ring as Tolium looks at him, shakes his head, and steps out onto the apron.

Jon McDaniel: Vaxman in the ring now...

Xan charges Bruce but Cable blocks a clothesline, nailing a big right that sends Xan down to the mat. Vaxman gets back up and gets sent back down with another right. And again. Vaxman scrambles to a neutral corner, prompting "Midnight" to charge in after him, but Xan ducks under Bruce's arms, grabs the waist of his pants, and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. Cable backs up, dazed, and Xan school boy's him, planting both of his feet on the middle rope once the referee dives in for the count.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: His foot's on the ropes!

3!!!

Vaxman rolls away from Cable, who rises to his feet, visibly angry. He gets into the ref's face, arguing the count as he kicks the middle rope.

Eric Emerson: Bruce Cable has been eliminated!

Jon McDaniel: Cable's arguing the 3-count, trying to explain to the ref that Vaxman had his feet on the ropes.

Vaxman pulls himself to his feet on the ropes, rubbing his jaw, and doesn't see Jamie Brody rush into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: If the referee doesn't see it? It's not illegal.

Brody rushes in, drilling right hand after right hand to Xan's face. A boot to the gut doubles Xan over, and Brody drills him with a vicious DDT that sends his body straight-up in the air, balancing on his head. Jamie pushes the headstanding Vaxman over and makes the cover.

1!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: Vaxman kicks out at 2.

Brody wastes little time and grabs Xan by the hair, bringing him up to his feet. He whips him into a neutral corner and then charges in after him, sandwiching him into the corner with a charging avalanche. Xan falls face-first to the mat, nigh lifeless, and Brody crosses his arms over his chest briefly before yanking them apart.

Jamie Brody: That's it! It's over!

Brian Rentfro: Don't get too cocky there, newbie...

Brody lifts Xan up to his feet but gets caught with an inside cradle.

1!

Tai Tolium steps into the ring as Matt Stone does the same across from him.

2!!

Tolium takes a step towards Vaxman and Brody, raising his foot to boot him, but Stone dives in, shoving Xan - his own partner - off of "The Boondock Saint."

Jon McDaniel: What?! What sense does that even make?

Brian Rentfro: It's Matt Stone, folks!

Tolium, the ref, and a rising Vaxman all look at Matt, utterly bewildered, and Stone pulls Vaxman over to their corner. He steps onto the apron, grabs Xan's wrist, and forces a tag before re-entering the ring. The ref shrugs his shoulders as Tolium steps back out onto the apron, Vaxman following suit in the opposite corner, and Stone brings Brody to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Right hand by Stone, back elbow...

Matt kicks Brody in the back of the knee, dropping him down to his knees on the mat. Stone holds his hands up in the air, a cocky smirk appearing on his face, and leans in to Jamie's face.

Matt Stone: KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!!

Stone hits the ropes quick and plants the sole of his boot into the side of Brody's face, knocking him down to the mat. He calmly walks over to his corner, reaching out for a tag, but Xan looks hesitant.

Brian Rentfro: Why would Matt even think that Vaxman would trust him after how he just treated him?

Xan refuses to reach out for a tag, so Matt forces another one before stepping onto the apron. The ref acknowledges it while Xan stands still, scratching his cheek.

Referee: C'mon, get in the ring! 1! 2!

Xan looks at Tai Tolium across the ring on the apron, at Jamie Brody - who is holding his head, barely able to sit up - in the centre of the ring, and at Matt Stone - yelling profanities at him from mere inches away - on the apron next to him.

Referee: 3! 4! 5!

Jon McDaniel: Vaxman...is he...is he...leaving...?

Xan hops off of the apron and turns around, calmly making his way up the ramp. He runs a hand over his hair, sniffling a little, and then clears his throat.

Referee: 6! 7! 8!

Matt Stone: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WE'VE GOT A MATCH TO WIN, ASSHOLE!!

Referee: 9!

Vaxman, already at the top of the ramp, doesn't even slow down or turn around before walking through the curtain to the back.

Referee: 10! He's gone!

Brian Rentfro: In all of the years we've been together, Jon, can you ever remember a time when a wrestler DELIBERATELY got counted out like that?

Jon McDaniel: I'm...befuddled...

Eric Emerson: Xan Vaxman has been eliminated!!

Stone re-enters the ring, shaking his head.

Matt Stone: Fine. Fine. I'll do it all by myself!

Stone walks over to Brody, looking to bring him to his feet, but gets met with a pair of rights to the midsection, followed up with a brutal Exploder Suplex.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like he landed on his head with that one!

Brody quickly crawls over to a neutral corner as Tai calls out for the tag, but Jamie rises to his feet, using the top rope for leverage as he does so. Stone rises to a knee, holding the back of his head, and Jamie turns around, measuring the distance as he shakes off the cobwebs.

Brian Rentfro: Here comes Brody...!!

Jamie charges in, swinging his arm for a lariat, but Matt ducks underneath it, slamming his own arm into Jamie's throat as he trips him, bringing him down with a loose STO. Stone quickly floats his body in and locks Brody's arm behind his head, linking his hand and wrist with a swift Anaconda Vice.

Jon McDaniel: SET IN STONE!! MATT LOCKS ON THE SET IN STONE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Brian Rentfro: And Jamie Brody has nowhere to go!

Brody tries to fight the hold off, but Matt leans back, cranking on the shoulder and neck of "The Boondock Saint." Brody can't take it any more, and begins frantically slapping the mat. The referee calls for the bell, to which he receives none, and then pulls Matt Stone off of Jamie Brody.

Eric Emerson: Jamie Brody has been eliminated!!

Brian Rentfro: And then there were 2...

Brody rolls out of the ring, holding his shoulder, as Tai solemnly enters the ring, staring daggers into Matt Stone.

Jon McDaniel: Matt Stone is giving up 8 inches in height now, and nearly 100 pounds...

Brian Rentfro: But he has the experience!

Tolium stalks over to Stone, shaking his head. Matt rises to his feet, looking up into the eyes of TNT, and shakes his head before slapping Tai across the face.

Jon McDaniel: Uh-oh!!

Tolium quickly levels Stone with a huge right hand, the force sending Matt right back to his feet, and then charges in with rights, lefts, and knees. Stone crumbles after being forced into the corner, and Tai does not relent as he continues his barrage of rights to Matt's head. The referee charges in, pulling the big man off...

Referee: He's in the ropes! 1! 2!

...to which Tolium adheres. Tai backs up, allowing Matt to rise to his feet, and then charges in with a corner avalanche attempt.

Jon McDaniel: And Stone counters with a boot to the face!

Tolium stumbles backwards, and Matt climbs up to the top rope. He dives forward, sailing over TNT, and then rolls, landing with his back on the mat as he grabs a hold of Tolium's legs, bringing him down with a sunset flip.

1!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: And a sunset flip only gets 2!

Stone scrambles to his feet as Tolium slowly rises to a knee. Matt takes a few deep breaths and nails a right hand directly into Tai's face.

Matt Stone: KNEEL...BEFORE...ZO...~!

Before Matt can finish his taunt, Tai's hands clasp themselves around his throat, cutting off the flow of air to his lungs.

Brian Rentfro: A dual goozle!

Referee: Break it up! 1! 2! Break the choke!

Tai ignores the referee and lifts Matt high up into the air, but Matt reaches down and pokes Tolium in the eye, weakening his hold on Stone's throat. Matt drops back down to his feet as TNT backs up, holding his eye, and Matt catches his breath, down at a knee.

Brian Rentfro: Stone's sneakiness knows no boundaries...

Tai turns around and charges in, his arm raised for a lariat, but Stone leaps up, bringing his knees up into Tolium's jaw as he grabs the back of TNT's head before falling backwards into the mat, the impact driving his knees right into Tai's jaw.

Jon McDaniel: C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!

Stone rolls Tai over and covers quickly, hooking both of his legs and putting all of his weight into it.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

"I Came to Play" cues back up as the ref raises Stone's arm in victory. Matt brushes the striped shirt off before rolling out of the ring, seeking aid from Katrina at ringside.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and new contenders to the PWA Television championship, the team of Emanuel Cole, Xan Vaxman, and Matt Stone!!

Brian Rentfro: It looks like championship gold could very well be back around the waist of the Wrestler of the Year.

Jon McDaniel: He's still got to win the match against whoever walks out of tonight with the TV belt, Brian.

Grizzly Vaxasarus Rex


Directly after the six man tag we cut to a backstage hallway as we see Xan Vaxman walking towards the locker room when suddenly a frantic Bud Adams runs up behind him and attempts to stop him.

Bud Adams: Xan Vaxman, tonight we witnessed you walking out on both of your partners in the opening match of the evening. Do you care to explain your actions?

Xan turned his head to acknowledge that he heard the question then turned back and walked into the locker room door as Bud Adams fallowed and he started to speak as he grabbed his bags.

Xan Vaxman: It's clear that the PWA head office wants me to represent them as a champion seeing as both of my only matches thus far have been number one contendership matches. I. However. Have no interest at this time to which title they've been offering me.

Xan extended the handle on his gym bag and walked into and down the hallway rolling it behind him.

Xan Vaxman: I'm the most valuable new commodity in this company but if they want to see me at one-hundred and ten percent they should be giving me that I want.

Bud Adams: And what exactly do you want?

Xan Vaxman: I want the grizzly beer title. That is a title I feel I have...and pay attention to this part...A point to prove with. I don't care who the champion is or what match it is. I'm saying I'm going to win it so don't be surprised when I do...And if you don't like it then

Xan kicked open the door to the parking lot and stepped outside

Xan Vaxman: Too bad!

He then slammed the door behind him.

Ninjapocolypse

aka. Ninja Ninja Ninja!


It was a pretty eventful job being a security officer for the PWA. Ghosts, Hippos, Wrestlers with guns. It was all pretty overwhelming, but nothing had prepared Al for this day.

It all started with a tap on the glass. He didn't look up.

Al: Just sign in on the sheet.

The tapping continued.

Al: Look just... whoa...

In front of him where 20 seconds ago there was just air stood at least 500 men in black hoodies and facemasks. One of them was pressing a sign to the glass reading 'IF YOU WANT US TO SIGN IN, WE'LL NEED MORE PENS'

Al: Right, Um...I only have Five.

The first five take the pens and sign in, before passing the pens back. We do a quick dissolve to the lead ninja handing the sign in sheet back to Marty, who just sighs.

Al: If I knew you were all going to put down 'Hoodie Ninja' as your name I wouldn't have bothered, now what are you all here for?

The lead one starts to write something on a sheet of paper before pressing it up to the glass. It reads 'ARE WE BOOKED ON THIS WEEKS CARD?'. Al looks at a few papers.

Al: No boys, doesn't look like it. I'll talk to management.

All 500 Hoodie-covered shoulders slump as Al turns to take a sip of his coffee.

Al: Aw, cheer up, I'll leave a note for management saying you were here....though to be fair I don't know how it's possible to book all 500 of you in a ma-

Al stops short, turning back to see that all of the men in hoodies were gone.

Joshua Danielson © vs Jeff Savage

PWA TV Title Match


ric Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Television Championship. The match will be contested under the rules of an Eye for an Eye match. That is that every time a competitor makes a fall, their opponent will have a set time to match that fall or else lose the match. The time limit will also be reduced following each fall.

Fade black. Short sound of a pulse beating in the background, followed by synth-line lead in. The crowd waits with anticipation, before the synthesizer and the pule beat stops. Silence.

3
2
1...

A green explosion hits the entryway as "Lights Out" by Breaking Benjamin begins. A tall man comes to the ring, wearing black jeans and a white muscle-T. He strokes his beard, contemplating the crowd, before making his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Independence, Missouri and weighing in at two hundred, seventy pounds... JEFF SAVAGE!

Once in the ring, Jeff slowly walks to the corner. He regards the crowd for a moment longer, before turning to the centre of the ring. He folds his hands in anticipation, waiting for the opening bell.

The pounding drums to 'Trust' by Megadeth hits the speakers, and the crowd is on their feet! Joshua Danielson pushed through the curtains and stopped at the top of the entrance ramp, throwing his arms out in an open handed crucifix.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at one hundred, ninety-eight pounds... JOSHUA DANIELSON!

Joshua then went down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside before sliding into the ring and jumping up to the second turnbuckle. He did the open handed crucifix pose again, before hopping down and waiting for the match to begin.

Ding Ding

Jeff stands there begging for Joshua to come and start the match. Jeff asks for a test of strength, but Danielson is too smart for that to take place. Joshua darts forward, thigh kick to Jeff brings his anger to the forefront quickly. Joshua doesn't wait around as he springs to the right, bouncing off the ropes, running kick to the side of Jeff's knee has the cruiserweight with the momentum. Joshua springs off the middle rope. Caught by Jeff. Savage turns, running powerslam takes Joshua down on the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Huge powerslam from Savage there.

Brian Rentfro: Joshua's speed wasn't enough help there.

Jeff drops a knee across Danielson's throat, effectively choking him out until Scott Swindell is able to persuade him to get off of Joshua's body. Jeff pulls Joshua up to his feet, whip into the ropes. Jeff rushes after his opponent, over the top goes Joshua. Jeff steps through the ropes, flying elbow off the apron slams heavily into Danielson's sternum and the Television champ is in a bad way. Savage pulls him back up, whip into the ringpost, but wait. Joshua grabs the post, spins himself around its support, kick right to Jeff's face sends him stumbling back! Joshua running along the apron, diving twisting plancha from the apron takes Savage down against the barricade. Joshua back up, running, leaping onto the apron, back flip onto Savage.

Jon McDaniel: Joshua turning it around now.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but speed just really can't match up to power.

Joshua with a kick right to Savage's temple gives him a bit more momentum. Joshua leans to pull Savage up to a better position, Savage shoves him backwards. Joshua's back slams into the ring apron, Savage shoves up to his feet. Joshua runs forward, ducking under the clothesline attempt from Jeff Savage. Joshua up on the barricade, jumping up, spinning to deliver an awesome spinning heel kick right to Jeff's jaw that sends him forehead first into the ringpost. Joshua slams down on the floor.

Jon McDaniel: What a move!

Brian Rentfro: I've seen better.

Joshua against the barricade, running baseball slide kick rightright into Jeff's face. Joshua makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Jeff angrily throws a shoulder up into the air, breaking the count. Joshua pulls Jeff on up to a seated position, kick to the skull. Joshua with a knee right into the face. Danielson pulls Jeff on up to a kneeling position. Joshua jumps up with Jeff's head between his legs. Jeff goes on up with the move, he spins. Powerbomb on the floor! Joshua's head and back slam hard into the floor, Jeff makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre

NO!

Joshua manages to barely get a shoulder up in time.

Jon McDaniel: Close one there.

Brian Rentfro: You're telling me.

Jeff can't believe it, he pulls Joshua up, slamming his head between his legs. Jeff pulls Joshua up onto his shoulders, another powerbomb... Joshua counters with a hurricanrana. Joshua lays on his front, breathing heavily. Jeff is somehow launched into the front of the announcer's table. Joshua crawls for the apron and support.

Jon McDaniel: The action coming nearer Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, we are definitely in the Danger Zone.

Joshua pulls himself up with the assistance of the ring apron, he grits his teeth and turns around. Jeff is pulling himself up as well, using the table for his own support. Joshua rushes his opponent, Jeff catches him, back body... Jeff spins around as Joshua lands feet first on the table. Jeff pulls his feet out from under Danielson, Joshua slams his head on the corner of the television set into the table. Jeff smiles as he pulls the set out from the table. Jeff brings it down savagely on Joshua's face. Jeff lifts the set up a second time... same result.

Jon McDaniel: I don't need the set right now, because the action is right here in front of me.

Brian Rentfro: Damn right it is!

Jeff lifts the set high up... crashing down and sparks fly from the now ruined set. Joshua has a trickle of blood flowing down his face from the wound over his left eyebrow. Jeff pulls the unconscious PWA Television Champion from the table, lifting him into position for a back suplex.

Brian Rentfro: Justice Served, right onto our announce table.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know if Joshua will kick out of that one.

Jeff makes the cover on top of the table, Scott Swindell is right there with the count.

One...

Two...

Three.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the first fall, Jeff Savage. Joshua Danielson now has five minutes to regain the pin fall.

Jeff backs up as there is a tiny break in the action. Scott Swindell orders Savage up against the ring apron as he checks on the condition of Joshua Danielson after his face made vicious contact with the ruined television. Joshua nods his head before swinging his legs off the table.

Eric Eric Emerson: The match will now continue.

The two grapple in the centre of the ring and Savage powers his way out of it and shoves Joshua to the canvas. Danielson gets up and runs at Savage but just gets knocked back down by a big boot from Jeff. Joshua gets to his feet and Savage goes on the attack. He grabs Joshua and drives him into the corner and then drives several shoulders into the TV Champ's ribs. Savage backs away from the corner and then runs and lands a big splash on Danielson.

Brian Rentfro: Savage more brutal in this second portion.

Jon McDaniel: If Joshua is unable to get a pin over Savage, Jeff wins the title.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, gold is a big motivator.

Savage grabs Danielson's hand and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle across the ring with authority. Joshua hits the turnbuckle so hard he falls face first onto the canvas and he's holding his back now. Jeff makes his way to Danielson and starts stomping his back. Danielson is scooped off of the mat and lifted up, Savage lands a big fall away slam! Danielson is holding his back again, and Savage smells blood. Jeff rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from under the ring. He slides back in with the chair and places it in the middle of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: With this match being no DQ, it doesn't look good for the lightweight.

Jon McDaniel: Brute strength, coupled with a desire to brawl... I'd agree with you.

Danielson gets to his feet, Savage whips him into the ropes and lands a huge power slam onto the chair! Joshua is squirming in pain in the middle of the ring. Danielson crawls over to the ropes and grabs them and tries to use them to help him get to his feet. Jeff grabs him by the hair and lands a few right hands to the face. Joshua blocks one of Savage's right hands and then lands one of his own. Danielson lands another right to Savage's abdomen and a left, and a fury of rights and lefts to Jeff's midsection

Jon McDaniel: Danielson fighting back, but going toe to toe with Savage isn't a very smart idea.

Brian Rentfro: Neither is trying to trade blows with someone who is taller, heavier, and more savage than you are.

Savage cuts him short by landing a big right hand to the face. Danielson is whipped into the ropes across the ring again and Savage tries to land a spine buster on the chair but Danielson uses his quickness and slides between his legs and out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Mike Trey's back is probably in a lot of pain but he can still use his quickness to his advantage.

Brian Rentfro: But he can't waste too much time, he only had five minutes to return the fall.

Savage makes his way out of the ring and stalks Danielson around the ring. Jeff catches up with Joshua and tries to grab him but Danielson rolls back into the ring and Jeff follows. The Punisher is on his feet and Savage who is just getting to his feet in the ring runs at Danielson but Joshua lands a drop toehold. Danielson uses his quickness again and starts dropping elbows across Savage's legs. Jeff rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Danielson tries to land a right hand but Savage blocks it and lands several punches of his own. Savage grabs Danielson by the hair and by the pants and tosses him through the ropes to the floor outside. Jeff goes over the top rope onto the ring apron and hops down to the floor. He lifts up Danielson and whips him into the ring stairs as a loud bang echoes throughout the arena. Danielson is again holding his back. Jeff runs at Danielson trying to land a splash sandwiching him between him and the ring steps but he ducks out of the way and Savage goes tumbling over the stairs!

Jon McDaniel: Easy and simple, but a definitely effective counter.

Brian Rentfro: Given the options, it was the best one to be had.

The Punisher grabs a breather after escaping the possibility of being sandwiched between Savage and some stairs. Jeff gets to his feet and the Punisher comes running and uses the stairs as a launch pad as he jumps at Jeff and lands a clothesline that merely makes the big man stumble backwards. Savage grabs Joshua by the hair again and drives his face into the ring steps. He then picks up Joshua Danielson and grabs him like a bear hug, but Savage doesn't go for it. Instead he runs and drives Joshua's back into the ring post and Danielson screams in pain.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson's back must be in serious pain at this point. I can only imagine that Savage is softening up his back for a submission later on.

Brian Rentfro: You ever been hugged by a real bear? Unless you have, shut up.

Jon McDaniel: What is that about?

Brian Rentfro: An experience as a boy scout, I'd like to forget.

Savage then drives Danielson into the barricade on the outside. Jeff grabs him by the hair again, rolls him into the ring and then rolls in himself. Savage picks up the chair and Danielson slowly gets to his feet and holds his back. Joshua gets to his feet and gets sent back down by a huge chair shot from Savage! Danielson is writhing in pain, but Savage doesn't care. He lays in another chair shot to the back of Danielson, and another! The cold steel smacking the skin on Joshua's already injured back cannot do any good. Jeff drops the chair and starts stomping a mud hole in his back. Savage picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Off the rebound Savage grabs Danielson! He's got a bear hug locked in, he's thrashing him back and forth.

Jon McDaniel:Joshua has been dominated in the nearly five minutes here.

Brian Rentfro: Joshua might as well kiss that title good-bye.

Danielson is screaming in pain and Savage slams him to the mat. Referee Scott Swindell goes to the mat and counts.

One...

Two...

Thr

KICKOUT!

Danielson kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe it!

Brian Rentfro: Neither can anyone else.

Savage pulls Danielson back up, positioning him for a vertical suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson counters with a roll up!

Brian Rentfro: Swindell is there!

Jon McDaniel: Thirty seconds to go!

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Eric Emerson: Winner of the second fall, Joshua Danielson! Jeff Savage now has four minutes to return the pinfall.

Scott Swindell checks on both men, each wanting and needing to continue to secure the belt for themselves. Swindell backs out of the way, signalling for the men to continue. And that is as LONG as Jeff Savage is going to wait! He spears The Punisher down with a football tackle before the champ can even pull his belt off, and starts wailing away! Joshua tries to cover up, Savage raining down rights and lefts on him.

Brian Rentfro: Jeff wants that gold and will go to any length to get it.

Jon McDaniel: You said it best when you said Gold is a great motivator.

Savage gets up to a thunderous pop, then measures a rising Danielson... Savage boots him in the gut! Off the ropes for the Eighties style big boot, no dice, The Punisher saw it coming and ducks out of the way. He rolls underneath the ropes, trying to regain his bearings. The stadium crowd gives him holy hell, The Punisher smiling to some of the front row fans. He tries to get back in the ring, drops down as Jeff charges. The champion doesn't want to play into Jeff 's hands... But Jeff doesn't feel like waiting for Danielson to gather his wits and slides out to the floor! The Punisher gets whipped around, pasted in the side of the face. Savage grabs The Punisher by the seat of the pants and beales him into the guardrail!

Jon McDaniel: Jeff's size playing heavily into his favor in this match up.

Brian Rentfro: Speed isn't everything.

Roberts runs in, clipping The Punisher with a big boot to the face against the guardrail! Damn! Savage looks over, grabs The Punisher and AGAIN beales him down the ringside area. Savage stalks his man, Joshua gets a sudden kick to Roberts' stomach. BAM. Savage headfirst into the timekeeper's table. A determined Danielson grabs Jeff and slides him on top of it, now, and then follows up. The Punisher stands up, sticks Jeff 's head between his legs - Piledriver!

NO! Savage REVERSES ... INTO JUSTICE SERVED!

Jon McDaniel: Second time he has felt that vicious face planting move.

Brian Rentfro: His kisser has kissed alot here tonight.

The crowd is going bananas, at the sight of this intense match. Finally Jeff shoves Danielson's legs away and drops off the table. Joshua bundled into the ring, Savage picks up his favourite toy from the announce table. The trusty ring-bell. The Punisher is getting to his feet as Jeff enters the ring, holding the bell high. The fans are awaiting the vicious "DING." But Jeff appears to be having second thoughts. He looks at the bell in his one hand, then looks at his empty hand in the other. Looks at the bell, makes ready to smack Danielson... then again, pauses. Savage dumps the bell back outside the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What?

Brian Rentfro: I think Jeff Savage wants to break Joshua Danielson with his BARE HANDS!

In any event, The Punisher is up, and Joshua pulls him onto his shoulders for another Justice Served--- Joshua counters with a Tornado DDT! He spikes Jeff on the top of his head, then grabs him from the side. One bulldog, up, a second bulldog, up, and a third bulldog, this one right onto the steel chair!

Jon McDaniel: Very successful series of bulldogs there by Danielson.

Brian Rentfro: And he has busted open Savage on that chair.

Jeff is dazed, and now it's time for The Punisher to go to work. He grabs Jeff 's ankles, hooks them and then leans forward to lock on an STF! The Punisher wrenching the head and shoulders of Jeff Roberts, who is holding on! The crowd is getting into this, Jeff tries reaching out... can't quite get the ropes, but he manages to drag himself forward with his free arm, reaching, reaching, makes the ropes. The ref calls for the break, Danielson doesn't let go though. The referee says he won't count a submission if Danielson won't let go, so finally he does. Jeff holding the back of his neck, and The Punisher stomps on him. He's not a submission specialist, but he can do some damage. He looks into the camera and you can see his exhaustion and the determination brewing in his eyes.

Brian Rentfro: I don't think this match will be going much longer, both men are tired.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson is a resilient man, he used that against Savage in order to wear him down. A truly wonderful superstar here in the Pioneer Wrestling Association.

Danielson locks on... the BOW AND ARROW! He rolls onto his back, Savage bent in a bad way! And Savage is in a tough spot here, but it doesn't look like he'll submit, though Swindell is asking him. Savage can't get to the ropes... but Joshua lets go after a long enough period. Savage back to the canvas, The Punisher has him right where he wants him, looking for another submission hold. What the hell? An indian deathlock? Danielson falls back, forcing spasms of pain through Jeff's body! Savage yells out as Joshua gets back to his feet, Jeff's feet still tangled. BACK! YELL! Pain! Savage reaches out and grabs the ropes, Joshua has to let go. He comes back to grab Savage INSIDE CRADLE ---

One...

Two...

Thr--

KICKOUT by Danielson!

Jon McDaniel: Close there.

Brian Rentfro: The time is ticking down only about ninety seconds to go, Savage is going to have and hurry.

Savage swears, Joshua pulls himself up by the ropes, Eighties big boot! Joshua ducks! Jeff tries to regain his balance, but that's all Danielson needs to deliver his superkick, knocking Jeff flat-out an in perfect position for...

Jon McDaniel: Running Flip Senton!

Brian Rentfro: Joshua can't get a pin, but keeping on the offense will prevent Jeff from gaining one. This kid is smarter than people give him credit for.

The Punisher connects, and then throws Jeff into the middle of the ring for a CAMEL CLUTCH! Center of the ring! Jeff with damaged neck and head and the wind
knocked out of him! This could be ENOUGH!

Brian Rentfro: Less than a minute.

Jon McDaniel: Can Savage break the hold?!

Brian Rentfro: Thank God there are no commercial breaks during a pay per view!

Swindell looks, grabs Jeff's arm, lifting it high, it falls back to the canvas, right in the middle of the PWA logo. The crowd is on their feet, loving this intense match for the PWA Television Championship. Swindell grabs Jeff's arm a second time, holds it up... and it drops. The crowd is behind Danielson. Swindell yells "TWO!" The Punisher is nodding with a sweat-soaked grin, he's held onto his title.

Jon McDaniel: Thirty seconds!

Brian Rentfro: Savage and Danielson may have just put on the match of the night Jon.

Swindell holds the arm up a third time... it falls to the canvas... But stops an inch from touching the canvas!

HE'S ALIVE!

Savage makes a fist, shaking the arm, trying to get that all-important ADRENALINE RUSH. And with it, he begins to crawl!

Brian Rentfro: Fifteen seconds!

Ever so slowly... crawling! Can he --- Joshua tries to force him to stay --- Jeff reaches out, fingers touching...

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

Jon McDaniel: Time over! What a match!

The crowd is on their collective feet, cheering both men!

Eric Eric Emerson: Winner of the Eye for an Eye match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association Television Champion... Joshua Danielson!

Johnny Maverick © vs Jacob Collins vs Blake Witcroft

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


All of a sudden we’re backstage, joined by Jacob Collins and new PWA president Lisa Seldon, looking quite as happy with herself as you would expect. She’s got a microphone in hand and she’s not waiting around.

Lisa Seldon: So Jake. Can I call you Jake?

She turns the microphone to him for a second but never gives him a chance to speak.

Lisa Seldon: Anyway Jake, your Grizzly Beer Title match is coming up just shortly and the world would like to know just what it was you chose as your stipulation.

She lifts the microphone to him again, but once more takes it back to fill in the blanks herself.

Lisa Seldon: No wait, right, I remember. You wanted a gauntlet match, starting with them and then you coming out third. I mean, I say you did; sounds quite devious to me and so I’m guessing you had some help coming up with it. Would that be correct?

She holds the microphone out again and he doesn’t want to take the bait, but the awkward silence forces him to act. It’s obvious what’s coming next.

Lisa Seldon: Unfortunately…you didn’t win! This guy did.

It’s about then that Blake Witcroft appears from out of shot and takes Collins out with a chair to the back.

Lisa Seldon: That’s right, it’s… British guy! Kicking off something I’m going to call a Cass by Cass Pennet Football Factories Match, which is actually just a street fight with some mild stereotyping for good measure, so have fun with that.

Blake and Collins fight their way off screen before Johnny Maverick comes in from the otherside. He turns once to Lisa then back to his opponents who fight off into the distance.

Johnny Maverick: That was kinda harsh.

Lisa Seldon: Yeah… my job is pretty cool. Good luck out there tiger.

Lisa pats him on the back and walks off, leaving Maverick to get on with things. He just shrugs his shoulders and walks out of shot while we cut back to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome back folks and this one is already underway.

Back toward the curtain Blake has Collins down and sizes him up for a swing of the chair, but the young upstart gets a foot under him and launches Blake over the barricade and into the crowd. Blake is up quickly, but that doesn’t stop him catching a dive from Collins who springs up onto the barrier and then throws himself out into the fans. The two go down hard while the camera cuts back to the curtain to see Johnny Maverick now joining the fray. Though he currently seems content to hang back and let his challengers fight it out. Back in the crowd, Collins has the high ground and throws Witcroft through a sea of chairs, but before he can really follow up he finds his feet taken out from under him as Blake kicks a chair out and trips him on the run. Collins falls flat on his face as Blake gets to his feet. The Brit then takes a beer from one of the fans, calls him mate and then goes on to down as much as he can before winging the rest at Collins as he gets to his feet. The plastic cup explodes on impact, throwing beer all over Collins and a handful of people who seem overly excited to now be both wet and foul smelling.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like this street fight is going to be exactly what you would expect of it.

Brian Rentfro: Fine by me, just as long as they keep the beer throwing over there.

Collins is up against the barrier now and Blake sends him over with a running boot to the face to put the always up and comer back into the ringside area. Blake then leaps over himself, which is about when Maverick decides to interject himself, bringing a chair around into Blake’s side. The not Irish man doubles over and gives Maverick a free shot as he brings the chair down across his back. Blake staggers away but Maverick won’t give him an inch and kicks him down toward the ring. Blake falls hard against the ring post then and turns around, just in time to duck a shot coming in at his head. The chair shatters against the post and Maverick lets it go as a sting runs up his hands. Blake then comes in from off camera and Spears the champion across the floor.

Jon McDaniel: These two are looking to go at it hard, but neither of them seems to have noticed Collins sneaking back into the ring.

Brian Rentfro: That’s probably for the best for him. He might be able to luck his way into wins in other places but these two guys out there will probably kill him.

Blake gets off the champion and blasts him with a kick to the face. Blake then gets a hold of a chair of his own, then proceeds to chuck it back at Maverick, blasting him in the face with it and putting him on the floor… or at least as close to the floor as you can get with a chair around your neck. Blake goes in for the kill but suddenly finds himself taken out as Collins comes through the ropes with a Tope Con-Hilo to out both men on the floor. Chants break out in various ends of the arena as Collins gets to his feet, deciding to go after the champ instead this time. Collins then gets him up, still with the chair around his head and sends him into the ring post, blasting the seat back up into his face. Johnny then swings a few wild punches before falling to his knees, catching nothing but the breeze.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Collins isn’t going down so quickly after all.

Brian Rentfro: A few lucky shots are going to save him when one of these guys turns around and bites him in the face.

Jon McDaniel: … you think that’s likely to happen do you?

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn’t put it past any of them.

Collins goes for the follow up and hurls Maverick hard into the guardrail, hurtling it back a few steps into the fans. Collins then takes off into a run toward him and throws himself into the air, but it’s perhaps a touch too soon as Maverick catches him in mid air and then slams him down onto the floor. At this point Maverick decides it’s probably best to drop the chair from around his neck and then proceeds to make his way under the ring. The GB champ then pulls out a table and sends it through the ropes, getting a few cheers from the fans that are into that sort of thing. Johnny then catches Blake with an elbow as he lurches up behind him and then throws him into the ring for good measure. Johnny falls and softens up the challenger with a few punches before turning to the table and setting it up in the centre.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like we’re going to see some hardware… though I did expect more from Maverick than just a table.

Jon McDaniel: More fire?

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps.

Johnny pats the table down and turns back to Blake, but the maybe part Welshman seems to have a second wind and throws a shoulder into his gut. Blake then doubles him over and looks to set-up a Powerbomb toward the table, but Johnny drops to a knee and places a few punches of his own between the challenger’s ribs. Johnny then gets up and sets up for a Suplex, but this time its Blake’s turn to fight out as he kicks his legs and fights back to the ground. He then frees his arm and pulls Johnny in for a short-arm Clothesline, but the Final Boss ducks under and catches a rear Waistlock before throwing Blake up into a German Suplex. Unfortunately he misses the table as he sends him the wrong way, but the mat does just as good a job breaking his fall and lets Johnny bridge for the pin.


1


2

Jon McDaniel: Blake Witcroft gets up an arm.

Brian Rentfro: He stunned him but that’s not going to be enough to put him away.

Johnny gets off him and sizes up the table again, but it doesn’t seem to meet his standards and so he takes off again to find something else. It doesn’t take long then before he returns with a seemingly indiscrete canvas bag, which of course gets a cheer itself.

Brian Rentfro: Not the indiscrete canvas bag!

Jon McDaniel: One and the same Brian. One and the same.

Johnny lowers the bag over the table, and scatters tacks all across its surface, getting a cheer again, because fans always like it when you’re about to get really hurt. Johnny catches Blake again but the definitely not Scotsman pushes him off and then sends him reeling with a right hand. Johnny comes back with one of his own, then a few more gouges and stabs for good measure in a blistering combination like only he can do, but Blake cuts him off with a Headbutt between the eyes that sends him back. Both competitors look sore, but they still have their wits about them enough to hear Collins coming in from the side, allowing both of them to catch him under arm, send him high, high into the air and drop him hard through the table.

Brian Rentfro: Oow, that’s a stinger.

Collins writhes on the mat, tacks piercing his flesh in various places he’d rather it didn’t. Meanwhile Johnny and Blake just look on, before turning to each other and sharing a smile. Obviously it doesn’t last and Blake goes for another punch but Johnny blocks it with one hand and forces a handful of tacks into Blake’s mouth with the other. Blake goes back and Johnny hits him with a rather vicious stab to the throat, invoking his gag reflex as he falls to his knees. Blake goes down spitting tacks and clears most of them. But of course most isn’t all, and he doesn’t look to well. No more so than when Johnny puts a knee up through his face to send him away.

Brian Rentfro: That’s nasty.

Jon McDaniel: Is that more like what you were expecting?

Brian Rentfro: Pretty much.

Johnny then turns his attention back to his other challenger who is currently still trying to untangle himself from a mess of wood while getting as few extra injuries as he can. Johnny does little to help him though when he stomps him down into the tacks, all before ripping off a section of the broken table and belting Collins across the head with it for good measure. Johnny then gets Collins off the mat and sends him to the ropes and then catches him on the return with the section of table, exploding what’s left of the wood across his face. Johnny then lets him fall as he turns his attention to scattering the mess of tacks across the ring, giving himself as much coverage as possible.

Jon McDaniel: The champion looks perfectly in his element at this point.

Brian Rentfro: I think his element tends to involve more fire, glass and explosions.

Jon McDaniel: I believe all that stuff is being saved for later.

About this time Johnny has decided he’s had enough for the night and gets Collins up to his feet and into a Front Facelock. Johnny then executes a throat slash (obviously not literally) and then halls Collins up for the Brainbuster. At it’s height though, Collins fights back and sticks a knee into Maverick’s head to break his grip, and drops back into his feet, setting him up with just the right distance for a Superkick that puts Johnny back into the ropes. Maverick then steps forward into a Solebut that doubles him over, and gives Collins a chance to hop up onto his shoulders. On sheer instinct Johnny stands up straight, but apparently that was exactly the wrong thing to do and Collins takes him over with an Inverted Frankensteiner, spiking the champ right down on the top of his head.

Jon McDaniel: Collins fires back out of nowhere.

Brian Rentfro: I think perhaps delaying the inevitable was a bad choice on this particular night. Does he really want to force Johnny to find worse things to hurt him with… cause he will.

Johnny rolls through the impact and looks dazed… he also looks like a man with thumbtacks sticking out of his head, mostly because he is. Unfortunately Collins doesn’t seem to share much sympathy for him and puts him over the ropes with a Dropkick. Jacob seizes the moment with one competitor out and turns back to Blake. However the other challenger is back up and in Collins’ face - which prompts him to step back startled and then throw out a boot which is easily caught. Blake then spins him around and catches him with a Headbutt between the eyes which knocks Collins for six and leaves him easy pickings for Blake, who catches him up for the Fisherman Buster, and doesn’t waste any time bringing him down into the mat. A mess of tacks explode beneath them, but Blake doesn’t seem too bothered as he bridges into a pin.


1

Outside, Johnny Maverick is back on his feet.

2

He jumps for the ring.

3

And just catches Blake’s leg a second to late as the referee’s hand falls for a third time.

Brian Rentfro: Wait, what?

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that’s what you call an upset.

Johnny doesn’t seem to believe it, and neither can anyone else when Eric Emerson steps up to announce the decision.

Eric Eric Emerson: Your winner… and NEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion… BLAKE… WITCROFT!

Again by Flyleaf picks up as Blake finds his feet and gets his arm raised by the referee, he throws him off though the minute his title comes into reach. Outside the ring Johnny pounds the canvas, but he takes it in his stride, deciding to set his sights somewhere else.

Jon McDaniel: The rules just weren’t in his favour tonight. He held that title longer than anyone in the history of the PWA, but all it took was one slip and three seconds.

Brian Rentfro: He’s always said though, the minute he drops that title he’ll be coming for his shot.

Jon McDaniel: Well he’s definitely got an argument for one, but will his team with our current world champion count against him.

Brian Rentfro: Not if our current World Champion ends up our former World Champion tonight.

Back in the ring Blake holds his belt aloft, giving a glimpse to all four sides of the ring and then finally turning it to Collins, giving him a real good look at the title he doesn’t have before slinging it over his shoulder and then marching out through the ropes. Collins watches him go, hurt, bitter and ready for round three.

Jon McDaniel: The kid got a look about him, and I get the feeling that this isn’t over.

The shot lingers on Collins a few seconds longer… then we cut off to the back.

A sleak, midnight blue Masarati GranCabrio rolls into view outside the arena. The tops down and we can clearly see Simon Kalis bobbing his head to "What's My Name?" by Snoop Doggy Dogg, one of his earlier hits. Kalis steps out from the drivers side and throws the keys to a valet awaiting his arrival and smirks.

Simon Kalis: Treat her good. She's a decades salary for you kid.

Valet: Will do, sir!

Kalis adjusts his customary Armani suit, fixing his tie into place as he tightens his matching black bandana which is neatly tied in the back tucked underneath his black fedora hat. The valet looks on kind of waiting and Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: Let's do it.

He perks up and Kalis puts his arm around the valet as he takes his phone out to take a picture with Kalis in front of the vehicle.

Valet: Thank you very much, sir!

Simon Kalis: Call me Simon.

He pats the young man on his back and begins making his way into the entrance now.

Security Guard: Deja vu, sir?

Simon Kalis: Hah, every week you put me through this.

Security Guard: We're under strict orders, sir. You'll have to leave.

Kalis reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a ticket.

Simon Kalis: Excuse me, but I'm here as a fan tonight. I paid for this special, VIP Backstage slash Front Row ticket myself.

Security Guard: I didn't think they sold those.

Simon Kalis: Well, they're hard to get buddy. So if you'll excuse me?

Kalis brushes the guard off and presents his ticket stub to a vendor at the entrance and tips his hat as he enters the arena.

Cowgirls from Hell © vs Ai Mei/Stevenson vs Lazarus/Frost

PWA Tag Team Title Match


The camera cuts back to the ring, just in time to catch our next match, already well underway.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and this next match is already off to a hot start.

Brian Rentfro: All six competitors are in the ring and it's gonna get crazy!

The six pair off in different ends of the ring. Lazarus battles Wild Chylde in one corner while Deacon gets a hold of Kyle Stevenson by the throat and hurls him into the cowgirls, taking them both out. Deacon then turns to his partner and gives him the advantage with a vicious double Axe-Handle shot across Wild Chylde's back. Corey starts directing traffic then, calling for Deacon to hold her up while he hits the ropes, lifts himself into a Springboard and then fires back with an Enzuigiri that catches Ai Mei right between the eyes before Deacon puts her down through the mat with a Spinebuster. It's a short lived victory though as the Cowgirls come across the ring and take Lazarus out with a double Clothesline, sending him out to the floor. The Cowgirls then put Deacon onto his knees with a set of sweeps and then follow up with a pair of running Roundhouse kicks to his chest and back. Deacon goes over and the Cowgirls set him up as a step by the ropes, giving Tamika some extra spring as she comes across the ring, steps up onto Deacon and then throws herself over the ropes into a beautiful Crossbody on the Hollywood Kid.

Jon McDaniel: Action all across the ring as the Cowgirls take the early lead.

Brian Rentfro: Meghan said they wanted to hold onto those titles, and it looks like they intend to deliver.

Meghan casts a quick eye to her sister to check she's ok and then quickly puts all her attention on Wild Chylde leaping onto her with a vicious flurry of strikes. Wild Chylde fights back though, trading her a few fists of her own while the two roll, eventually taking them both out of the ring. Meanwhile Deacon manages to catch his breath and make his way out of the ring to help out his partner. Tamika catches him climbing out of the ring with a sweep though and puts him face down on the apron. She then leaps up onto the apron herself and aims for a Moonsault, but Corey is back on his feet now and manages to capture the much smaller competitor in mid air and run her back first into the apron. Deacon is up as well now, and as Lazarus lifts Tamika up off his shoulder, Deacon takes her out of the air with a vicious kick to the gut. Tamika goes down like a bag of hammers and the two bump fists for good measure.

Brian Rentfro: For two guys who have never teamed together, Corey and Deacon are showing a lot of continuity.

Jon McDaniel: Good tag wrestling isn't about just being able to work with one partner, but being able to work with whoever you get put with. Clearly this is something these two are familiar with.

Deacon gets Tamika off the floor and throws her into the ring where Corey joins her, pushing her up into the corner and tagging her with a blistering combo of strikes. Tamika looks out on her feet, but not nearly as much as when Corey whips her right into a running big boot from Deacon. The big man then latches onto the cover as Lazarus guard the ring from Kyle who is now getting back to his feet.


ONE


TWO

And Meghan comes sliding in to make the save.

Jon McDaniel: No! Lazarus thought he had them covered but there were just too many angles for him to see.

Lazarus turns just in time to catch Meghan putting him into the corner with a shoulder tackle. Meghan then stands up and lands a few strikes of her own and then just ducks out of the way in time to avoid Deacon who crushes his own partner in the corner. Deacon doesn't have him to apologise as he turns and throws a kick at Meghan, who dodges it by ducking down and throwing a leg sweep that leaves Deacon seated on the mat. Meghan then glances him with a knee in the face and then rushes to check her sister. Tamika is stirring and Meghan pushes her on as the two go after Corey. Each of them then grab and arm and blast him with elbows in the side of the head before dropping him flat with a pair of single arm DDTs. Tamika then makes for the ropes as Meghan tries to pull Corey into position, but it's all a little premature as Lazarus gets his feet up and kicks Meghan into the ropes, causing her to send her sister tumbling back into the ring. There is little Meghan can do about it though as Wild Chylde comes out of nowhere and stiffs her with a kick that sends her through the ropes. Meghan gets up on the apron, only to be taken down to the floor as Wild Chylde hits her with a Suicide Flying Spear.

Brian Rentfro: There is certainly some bad blood here.

Jon McDaniel: These two ladies were trading barbs this week and looks like they're ready to settle things here tonight.

Back in the ring Corey and Deacon are full in control and begin working over Tamika. Corey plants her with a DDT and then rolls her through, leaving her seated up and right in front of Deacon who snatches her up in one hand. Something forces him to drop her though, giving him a hand free to catch Kyle coming out of mid air. Deacon then snatches him up with a two handed Chokelift before burying him into the mat with a Spinebuster. Kyle's skull shatters against the mat and Deacon leaves him laying, pointing out toward Corey who comes off the top-rope with a scintillating acrobatic display that brings him down hard on top of Kyle and knocking him clean out. this time it's Corey who makes the cover as Deacon jumps on Tamika is as tries to stop the count.


ONE


TWO



And this time it's Wild Chylde who comes in from outside to make the break.

Jon McDaniel: Once again Corey and Deacon look to have this put away, only for a third body to come out of nowhere.

Brian Rentfro: They're cutting through the numbers though, and soon there's going to be no one left to stop them.

Corey is starting to look upset as he gets to his feet and drops a few kicks among wild Chylde's ribs, Deacon then joins him, seeming to take a little extra pleasure in getting a chance to put the boots to his attacker. The two then get her to her feet and whip her to the ropes, but that proves to be their undoing as Meghan comes in from the floor and crashes a chair into her back. There is an immediate hail of boos from the fans as Meghan drags her out to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: What?

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Meghan has had enough of her.

The referee calls for the bell but Meghan doesn't seem to notice as she brings the chair down on Wild Chylde's head, crushing her skull between the floor and the steal. she gets a second and finally a third crippling blow before the referee manages to pull her off. Meghan throws the chair down in disgust then and storms away, catching her sister around the other side of the ring and helping her up the ramp. The referee checks on Wild Chylde, but it's not looking good as he throws up the x, prompting help to come down from the back.

Brian Rentfro: This isn't looking good.

Jon McDaniel: I'm lead to believe this attack was the result of a very personal matter but even still this isn't how you like to see someone go out. I hope she'll be back with us soon but she is not looking good following that attack.

With help on its way the focus turns back to the ring and Lazarus and Deacon look absolutely mortified. For their troubles though the fans start to cheer and even a few chants for each of them.

Jon McDaniel: I get the impression these people want to see this team get another shot.

The cheers begin to die down as the two turn to each other. Corey gives Deacon a shrug and then they trade a few words before Deacon leaves the ring. Lazarus waits around a moment more to accept the applause before he leaves the ring himself. It's the last thing we see before we cut to the back.

G.T.F.O

aka. Goats That Fight Otters


Simon Kalis exits the meeting with his head hung down low, an obvious frown creeping over his face. He lights up a cigarette and takes in a deep draw, slowly exhaling as he looks upwards. From out of the corner of his eyes, he sees a familiar face.

Masakaz The Great: I take it the meeting didn't go well?

He smirks as he follows his father down the hallway.

Simon Kalis: I'm suspended, I will remain suspended. So...

Kalis stops in midstep and turns around and nods.

Simon Kalis: I'm leaving.

Masakaz The Great: Are you now?

Behind Simon Kalis, there are two masked men that turn the corner while the elder Kalis remains unaware.

Simon Kalis: I'm leaving the country, and returning to Osaka. I'm obviously not wanted here, and I stated as such.

Kalis takes a slow, soothing draw off of his cigarette as Masakaz smirks.

Masakaz The Great: You're going to let a bunch of sissy executives push you out?

Simon Kalis: They hold the power. I stated my case one final time, they did not agree. I'm finished here.

Masakaz The Great: Finished?

Simon Kalis: Finished.

Masakaz The Great: And The Order?

Simon Kalis: I'll keep my ties of course, but the Order will survive and reign. Even when my suspension is lifted, there is a high chance I won't bother returning.

Masakaz The Great: You didn't train for four years to let go this easily, father.

Simon Kalis: They have insulted my honor and my dedication. There is nothing left for me...

Masakaz The Great: So do you agree with my mission?

Kalis smirks, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: Never. But you have my blessing to carry it out. And I know what that means.

Masakaz The Great: What? What does it mean?

Simon Kalis: The people behind me are going to make me pay for standing against Engel and his pathetic henchmen, like you.

Kalis spits in Masakaz' face as the two masked men rush forward. Masakaz stumbles back and Kalis turns around to face the two men. They hesitate as Kalis stares into the ember of his cigarette before taking another draw.

Simon Kalis: All Hail The Order of Chaos.

Kalis opens his arms and raises them to the air as the two men pull out concealed crowbars, each whacking him across the head with them. He stumbles back, right into Masakaz who spins him around and then lifts him back up over his back. Masakaz smiles as he drops back, landing the Masa Driver on his father Simon Kalis on the cold hard cement floor. Masakaz gets up and brushes himself off, stomping his foot down and saluting the downed Simon Kalis.

Masakaz The Great: Long Live The Virus!

Masakaz leaves the area as the two men drop the crowbars. Kalis rolls over to the wall and props himself up, having managed to keep the cigarette in his hand he laughs to himself.

Ninjapocolypse 2

aka. Ninja Ninja Ninja! Ninja!


From one scene to another as the camera shifts into an office... or at least as far as it can get into this particular office which currently happens to be jammed full of hooded and masked... well goons to be fair. Not quite 500 of them, but at least the more up ones... a lot of higher up ones. Currently their focus was all guided towards a desk, looking particularly small right now and sitting our new General Manager, looking particularly smaller again.

Currently she's looking a little confused, which is what will happen when you suddenly look up to find your once empty office swarmed with ninjas. Still, she seems to be putting things togther.

Lisa Seldon: So you’re a swarm of evil ninjas –

She quickly cuts off as an entire room full of hoody ninjas loom toward her.

Lisa Seldon: Ok... are you particularly righteous ninjas.

A few of the ninjas tilt their heads this way and that, which seems to be enough to give her an answer.

Lisa Seldon: Ok... so... you're a swarm of good but not overly good ninjas...

Lisa lets the note hang in the air as they break to some non-verbal conferring. Eventually the lead ninja looks back with a nod, singling that this will be good enough if not quite perfect.

Lisa Seldon: Who work for me, in this company, and what you want me to do is book you all for next week.

The leader nods again.

Lisa Seldon: But you don't want separate matches but sort of... one big match since you technically act as a single entity.

Still nodding, quite brightly now as things seem to be going well.

Lisa Seldon: And with that in mind there are, how many of you?

The leader hands Lisa a slip of paper, having clearly thought ahead.

Lisa Seldon: 500 hundred.

She lowers her head.

Lisa Seldon: So you're asking me, next week, to book you in what could potentially by a one on... five hundred match?

It's not just the leader who is nodding now, and Lisa grits her teeth. Despite their entirely void expression, their demeanour makes it very hard to turn them down. Like kicking a puppy... that just happens to be dressed as a ninja.

Lisa Seldon: I'll see what I can do.

There is a collective nothing from the ninjas, who you can tell are quite pleased with themselves.

Jethro Hayes vs. Masakaz the Great

Grudge Match


We return from an advert break to find barbedwire on the ropes and Masakaz already in the ring. He's looking positively pleased with himself following what he's done tonight, but he's far from through.

Brian Rentfro: So what's the deal man, isn't this supposed to be the semi main event?

Jon McDaniel: Following an incident in the back this match got pushed forward. There is some serious bad blood here and these two couldn't wait any longer.

"Suuueeeyyy!" blares through the arena's speakers as Korpiklaani's "Journey Man" comes to life immediately following the hog call by Jethro Hayes. The
back of the PWA big screen is John Deere green, the yellow outline of a deer runs onto the screen to turn its head to the crowd before it is frozen in
mid leap, creating the John Deere logo.

The song hits the seven second mark causing John Deere green and yellow pyros to shoot up from the entrance ramp. Simultaneously with the ignition of the
pyros, John Deere green and yellow lights begin to play across the assembled crowd as images of the John Deere logo move around inside the ring.

"I was born in a deep forest"

On the screen is the image of Jethro after his first match here in PWA, a match against Duff.

"I wish I could live here all my life"

Jethro is shown on the screen holding the Grizzly Beer championship, his first championship ever in professional wrestling.

"I am made from stones and roots"

Various clips from his battles both alongside and against Jamie Flynn flash past on the screen.

"My home, these woods and roads "

Jethro driving in his tractor appears as though he is driving through the screen when he bursts from the backstage area on his trademark John Deere tractor.

"All my life I loved this sound"

He stops the tractor to toot the horn to the crowd's enjoyment.

"Of the crowd's sound"

More images flash by on the screen, Jethro holding the PWA Tag Team Championship gold with Jamie Flynn, then Hunter Sullivan and then with Bubba J.

"Eagles flies where the winds blows free"

Jethro battling against Chamelion, The Phoenix, Viktor Stone, and Riona Langly flow past on the screen.

"Journey is my destiny"

Jethro stands in the center of the ring holding the PWA Television Championship high into the air, sweat pouring down his face.

"Free, free as a journey man "

Images from every one of his matches speed past on the screen.

"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Jethro stops the tractor at the bottom of the ramp to climb down and wave his hat to the crowd.

"Free, free as a journey man "

He lifts his hand for all of the fans to see.

"Free, heat in the moonlight"

The images slow on the screen to show Jethro in the Elimination Chamber winning the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Images of him wearing it for various
functions flash past in time with the music.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, from Lenox Georgia, he stands at six feet seven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... Jethro Hayes!

"Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back "

Scenes of Jethro and Hunter in their Full Metal Mayhem match, Jethro bloody, Hunter bloody, and both men beaten.

"Narrow road behind me "

He climbs up the steps and into the ring before pointing again back at the crowd.

"I never look back "

He climbs the turnbuckle to holler to the crowd.

"Long way is in the past "

He runs to the next corner to climb up and holler to this section of the crowd.

"As in front of me "

The third corner is no different as he scales it quickly to cup his hands around his mouth to yell at this section.

"Hunger keeps me going "

On the screen Jethro is shown defeating Hunter Sullivan for the PWA Intercontinental Championship, making him a PWA Grand Slam Champion.

"I don't care where it leads "

Jethro looks at this image as he climbs down from the third corner to scale the fourth and final corner to yell here as well.

"Fire burns under my feet "

He tosses his hat to one section of the crowd before stretching against the ropes.

"Journey men pleasure and destiny "

The image of him defeating Hunter slides past to show Jethro surrounded by a multitude of kids and other fans; it slowly slides past.

"Sky is black, stars shows me the way "

He stands there to nod his head at the image.

"Moon whispered how to keep my faith "

He spins around with one arm outstretched to point at the crowd one last time before the match starts.

"Free, free as a journey man "

The image of him nailing Matthew Engel with the chair.

"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Jethro slamming Matthew through the steel chair with The Planter freezes on the screen.

"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "
"Free, free as a journey man "
"Free, heat in the moonlight "

Ding Ding

Jethro stands in front of Masakaz, the smaller man staring up at his counterpart in this contest of will, strength, and endurance. Masakaz jumps up, slapping Jethro across the face, The Southern Hero holding at his stinging cheek.

Brian Rentfro: Ha ha, get him Masa.

Jon McDaniel: An insulting shot from Masakaz.

Masa comes again with a slap, Jethro catches the wrist, flipping Masakaz onto his back. Masa up quickly, charging at Jethro with a leg kick, but Hayes steps out of the way. Masa leaps up to the top turnbuckle, flipping back to land on Jethro's shoulders in hurricanrana position. Jethro spins around, front face slam onto the mat. Jethro pulls Masakaz up, whip into the barb wire ropes. Masakaz's back is torn by the barbs, but he runs back at Jethro. Duck under the arm, spring off the rope, spinning kick to Jethro's temple sends him down to one knee. Rushing forward, Shining Wizard to Jethro takes him down on the canvas. Masakaz up on the turnbuckle, using his speed and agility to keep Jethro off his game takes to the air with a legdrop across Jethro's throat. Masakaz pulls up Jethro by the hair, slamming a forearm into his face. A second forearm, and a third has Jethro's eyes crossed. Masa spits into Jethro's face, but it has the opposite effect as Jethro slams a fist into Masa's midsection.

Brian Rentfro: He may have just messed up.

Jon McDaniel: I agree, Masakaz shouldn't have spit in Jethro's face.

Brian Rentfro: No, I'm talking about Jethro, he hit Masakaz in the stomach.

Masa doubles over gasping for breath. Jethro slams him back vertical with an uppercut. Jethro grabs the wrist, Irish whip into the corner. Jethro gathers his momentum... charging bull into the corner! Jethro slams heavily into the corner, Masakaz stumbles out, falling forward, but Jethro scoops him up onto his shoulders. Running powerslam has Masakaz gasping for breath even more now. Jethro jumps into the air, leg drop onto the throat before hooking the leg for the cover.

One...

Masakaz gets the shoulder p quickly, frustrating The Southern Hero. Jethro pulls Masakaz up.

Brian Rentfro: That wasn't even close.

Jon McDaniel: But Jethro has the momentum in this segment of the match.

Jethro pulls Masakaz up, low blow from Masakaz drops Jethro to his knees.

Brian Rentfro: Not anymore he doesn't.

Jon McDaniel: Low blow gets Masakaz the momentum, not legitimate wrestling.

Masakaz with a spinning heel kick takes Jethro in the temple. Masakaz with a standing dropkick right to Jethro's face lays him out on his back. Masakaz slides under the barb wire, heading to the outside where he picks up a roll of the flesh tearer and comes back into the ring. Wrapping the wire around his leg, he leaps from the top turnbuckle, barb wire leg drop to Jethro's throat brings pin pricks of blood to the skin. Masa grabs a set of wire cutters, clipping another long strand of wire, he loops it around Jethro's throat. Taking a page out of Engel's book, Masa drapes the wire over his shoulder, pulling down so that it chokes off Jethro's air supply.

Jon McDaniel: Masakaz taking a page out of Engel's book.

Brian Rentfro: If its broke, don't fix it.

Masaka pulls down harder, but Jethro somehow manages to get up to his knees, pulling down on the wire, to trick Masakaz. Masakaz is smiling, but the tap on his shoulder causes him to turn around in surprise. Masa's head turns, Jethro slams a barb wire covered fist right into his face. Masa drops the choke, Jethro keeps the wire around his throat. Jethro wraps his fist in more barb wire, he slams it into Masa's face sending him into the ropes. Jethro with a big clothesline sends Masa over the top rope, but Masa catches the strand around Jethro's throat, it rips out some flesh. Jethro quickly untangles himself, preventing more flesh from being torn. Jethro drops to one knee.

Brian Rentfro: What a smart move from Masakaz.

Jon McDaniel: That can't be denied.

Jethro stumbles towards the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he dives from the top with a crossbody. Masakaz up, dropkick to the flying face of Hayes rocks his world and sends him crashing to the floor hard. Masakaz up with quickness, leaping to the apron, flipping off backwards with a double knee drop into the now bloody face of Jethro Hayes.

Brian Rentfro: That dropkick broke Jethro's nose.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro may be losing entirely too much blood here in this matchup.

Masakaz pounds his fist into the broken nose.

Masakaz: Why should I listen to you Hayes?! Look what I'm doing to you Hayes!

Masakaz slaps Jethro in the face before grinding barbs of wire into his flesh methodically and with glee. Masakaz pulls Hayes up to a seated position, MMA style knee to the face. Jethro isn't looking good here. Masakaz with a second knee to the face, yep, Jethro really isn't looking good. Masakaz throws another knee, but Jethro shoves up, catching the foot on one shoulder, lifting Masa up onto his shoulders...

Jon McDaniel: The Planter! Jethro just hit the Planter!

Brian Rentfro: But he can't capitalize!

True, Jethro falls down on his back, he hit a powerbomb/spinebuster combination, but it was not powerful enough to be considered The Planter. Anyways, Jethro is laying on his back after the desperation move.

Jon McDaniel: After a replay, it was not The Planter, but more of a spinebuster powerbomb combination.

Brian Rentfro: Still... Jethro can't capitalize.

Jethro lays there, slowly rolling onto his side, the blood pouring from his nose. Jethro spits out blood from his mouth, wiping at the blood pouring from his nose. Jethro rips off a wad of his shirt, stemming the flow of blood by shoving two llittle wads up his nostrils, wincing as he does so. He stumbles into the ring apron, shaking his head to clear the dizzyness. Jethro turns as Masakaz runs along the apron. Masakaz leaps, Jethro with a vicious well aimed spinebuster sends him through the announcers' table!

Jon McDaniel: Every match... Every single match!

Brian Rentfro: Not every single one, but more times than not.

Jethro wastes no time in pulling Masa out of the wreckage, throwing him into the ring where the wire catches him and he hangs there for a second. Masakaz falls back down onto Jethro's shoulders. Calf Toss into the barricade, then the floor. Jethro staggers backwards into the apron, wiping at his face as the nose plugs seem to have worked for the moment. Jethro waits, Masakaz slowly begins to stir. Masakaz up on his feet, his back to Jethro. Jethro charges like a bull, Masakaz leaps over the railing to the front row.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro just Plowed right through the barrier.

Jon McDaniel: I agree with the crowd here... HOLY SHIT!

Jethro doesn't agree, well maybe he does, just for a different reason. Jethro's shoulder and head connected too solidly with the barricade, and it is possible that he has a dislocated shoulder from the impact, but we aren't sure just yet. Masakaz pulls a fan from her chair, lifting the steel chair up over his head. It comes crashing down on Jethro's back once, twice, and a third time. Masakaz puts Jethro's now injured arm into the chair, folding the chair shut on the limb. He looks at the top turnbuckle, then where Jethro is lying on the floor; he begins to smile sadistically.

Jon McDaniel: What is he thinking?

Brian Rentfro: He is fixing to attempt something I bet his father never tried.

Masakaz climbs to the top turnbuckle...

Masakaz: F*bleep*k You father!

He leaps, diving with perfect precision onto the chair on Hayes' shoulder; Jethro hollers in obvious and excruciating pain. Masakaz loves it, he absolutely loves it.

Jon McDaniel: Come on, stop this match.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, not yet, you know Jethro wouldn't want that.

Scott Swindell is right there as he pushes Masakaz back from Jethro, he asks.

Jethro: Hell No!

Everyone is shocked, even Masakaz, is that a bit of respect showing in his eyes? Doubtful as he stomps on the shoulder of Hayes before pulling hiim to his feet, the shoulder and arm dangle loosely. Masakaz comes closer, Jethro shoves him back with his right arm. Masakaz comes at the left arm, Jethro boots him in the midsection.

Brian Rentfro: The Planter is out of the question as a finish to this match, pretty much all of Jethro's possible finishes are out of the question.

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn't count Hayes out just yet.

Masakaz comes at Jethro again, Jethro avoids the blow by catching Masakaz by the back of the head... face plant right into the steel ring post. Masakaz almost drops, but Hayes can't let him because he might not be able to pick him back up again. Jethro slams Masakaz's face back into the post, a third time, and now Masakaz is bloody as well. He still isn't as bloody as Masakaz, but given some time, he'll get there.

Jon McDaniel: That arm is really bothering Hayes Brian, who knows how long he can continue.

Brian Rentfro: He will quit any minute.

Jethro seems to hear Brian as his head snaps around to glare at him, fury or is it pain etched in every bloody line on his face. Jethro rolls Masakaz into the ring, being sure to rub his face into the wire for good painful measure. Jethro steps through the rope, wincing as his left shoulder is jossled from the movement. He lifts Masakaz up, right forearm, left fist from Masakaz; Jethro winces as the shot connects with his left arm. Jethro grits his teeth, struggling to continue on in the match. Jethro throws a right punch, Masakaz throws another right into Jethro's injured arm.

Brian Rentfro: Masakaz going after the dislocated shoulder of Jethro.

Jon McDaniel: Sound strategy from Simon's son, cruel, but definitely smart.

Masakaz reaches up, grabbing the left wrist, he yanks down on it, Jethro nearly passes out from the pain. Jethro grunts in pain from the arm yank. Masakaz with a left wristlock and Jethro quickly hits one knee, his eyes closed and the pasty complexion is visible under the crimson mask.

Jon McDaniel: You can see how white Jethro is from the pain, through the spots that aren't covered by blood.

Masakaz reaches around, grinding Jethro's broken nose for added pain and humiliation. Masakaz turns it into a hammerlock, Jethro falls forward, unconscious. Masakaz quickly drops the hammerlock, in favor of acrossface submission. Jethro doesn't move as the hold is locked in and his chin slams into the canvas. Referee Scott Swindell is there to check on the condition, he holds up the right wrist and looks at the Timekeeper, he releases the rist.

It falls.

Jon McDaniel: Just like this?

Brian Rentfro: We shall see.

Up again...

It falls a second time. The crowd is trying to get Jethro into this match, trying to get his adrenaline pumping with a "Jethro" chant. Scott Swindell holds up the wrist a third time and releases.

It falls

Brian Rentfro: Yep, just like

WAIT!

Jethro's hand isn't touching the canvas, he didn't let it fall all of the way! Jethro is still in this match. He is in obvious pain, excruiciating pain, but his heart won't let him quit! Masakaz tries to wrench back on the submission, but Jethro shoves to the left, causing himself enormous pain as he puts Masakaz in a pinning predicament.

One...

Two...

Thre

Masakaz has no choice but to release the hold, he can't keep it locked in. Masa drops the submission, he goes after the shoulder. Masakaz leaps into the air, aiming for the double Muay Thai High knee portion of the finisher move. Jethro slams into Masakaz with his right shoulder just before Masakaz can leap into the perfect position.

Brian Rentfro: Damn!

Jethro doesn't slide into pinning position, instead he falls on Masakaz.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Eric Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jethro Hayes!

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is extremely hurt here as he rolls out of the ring, holding his left wrist so that his shoulder doesn't move. He nods to fans as he rushes backstage.

Brian Rentfro: I could have sworn this match was over and Jethro was going home a loser.

Jon McDaniel: Masakaz gave him everything he had, but Jethro is a man to put away and in the end it just took three seconds for him to put this match away.

Riona Langly © vs Cody Bogard

PWA Intercontinental Title Match


Eric Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the PWA Intercontinental Championship!

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

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard with a black towel draped over his head, obscuring his face. 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

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger! He weighed in this morning at 211 pounds and comes to us from San Mateo, California! He is the number one contender to the PWA Intercontinental Championship...

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: This 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 slowly raises his hand over his head, grabbing hold of the towel and quickly swiping it off, revealing the new 2nd stage mask.

### 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, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx...

### 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, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, 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, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

Eric Eric Emerson: Introducing next, the champion... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the PWA Intercontinental Champion…

### 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 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.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, we have tallied up the votes and the match you have chosen is….. A LADDER MATCH!!! There are no disqualifications and no countouts in this match, the only way to win is to climb the ladder and retreive the Intercontinental Championship!

Brian Rentfro: LADDER MATCH! Oh, this is GREAT!

Jon McDaniel: You just remember last time Riona was around ladders, don't you?

Brian Rentfro: Manitoba Mayhem 2008, one of the most awesome matches I've ever seen! I hope this is as good!

Riona hands her title to the referee as a couple of ladders are brought out from the backstage area. A looping harness coming down from the rafters as the ref takes his time to hook the title belt. Once the belt is hooked, the harness is raised up high enough to reach with the aid of the ladder.

*** DING DING DING ***

Right off the bell signal, both Cody and Riona charge to the middle of the ring and start to wail on each other with an exchange of punches. Upper hand advantage goes to the champion as she drives her right knee into Bogard’s mid-section to stop his attack. Riona quickly follows up with a dropkick to the knees that sends Cody falling forward to the mat. As Cody gets onto his knees, Riona walks up behind Cody and smacks the back of his head with slaps, seeming to mock him a bit. Cody gets onto his knees, but Riona sends him right back to the mat with a swift roundhouse kick to the skull. Riona grabs Cody's arm, looking to do something painful no doubt, but Cody quickly crawls forward and grabs the bottom rope. Riona doesn't seem to give a crap as she stomps down on Cody's back to break his hold on the ropes. Bogard manages to pull himself out of the ring, away from Riona for just a moment. Riona gives no quarter as she presses her assault, running the ropes and flying through the ropes with a suicide di-WHACK! Cody belts the champion with a nasty thrust kick! Riona crumples to the floor at an awkward angle, and the challenger uses this opprotunity to take a quick breather, before taking a look at one of the ladders that have been brought out for the match. Grabbing the ladder, Cody folds it up and measures Riona up for a ladder-line... RIONA LEAPFROGS THE LADDER! Cody awkwardly turns around, still holding the ladder... ROARING ELB-Cody immediately rolls into the ring as soon as he sees Riona spin. Riona holds her fingers close together, showing how close she was, while Bogard attempts to regroup.

Jon McDaniel: And Riona is already trying to go for the head.

Brian Rentfro: Riona has been on a serious kick about knocking people out ever since she beat Raizzor at Genesis. I'd be careful if I was her though, she may get too overzealous about the KO and miss the easy win.

Grabbing ahold of the ladder, Riona goes to slide it into the ring, but Cody quickly cuts off her entrance by hitting the ladder right back into her face with a baseball slide. Riona stumbles back into the guardrail, holding her face, but Bogard doesn't allow her any respite as he follows her out and delivers unto her a nasty series of forearm strikes that push her down into a seated position against the guardrail. Cody steps back as Riona continues to cover up her head, which allows him to rush forward and crack Riona right into the ribs with a wicked running soccer kick. Riona doubles over from the strike, but that is short-lived as Cody pulls her to a vertical position and whips her into the opposite guardrail. Riona nearly hits the metal, but stops her momentum cold with a foot against the rail, which she then uses to instinctively push back, driving a back elbow right into Cody's face. Riona quickly grabs a chair left at ringside from the street fight earlier in the night and rams the business end into Cody's gut, knocking the wind right out of the challenger and dropping him to his knees. Yanking on a handful of hair, Riona drags Cody's head on the folded ladder before grabbing her chair and swinging down, but Cody smartly manages to roll out of the way. Riona drops the chair from the shockwaves of hitting steel with steel, and Cody takes this chance to drop Riona with a Northern Lariat that faceplants her into the floor. Looking up at the title, Cody grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: And Cody is the first one to go for the title!

Brian Rentfro: I have super serious doubts that Cody Bogard has put away Riona Langly THAT easily.

Jon McDaniel: Anything is possible in professional wrestling.

Cody gets into the ring, but doesn't get very far in unfolding the ladder before Riona assurts herself by throwing the chair into the ring, hitting Cody in the shoulder and causing him to drop the ladder. Riona reaches under the ring and to a big pop, pulls out a big long steel chain. Sliding the chain into the ring, in the south corner, Riona rolls back into the square circle and is met with an elbow of Cody's. Riona gets her arms up to deflect the brunt of the blow, pushing Riona into the ropes where she rebounds with a knee-strike and a hammerblow to the back that puts Cody down onto the mat. Riona spares a glance at the steel chair, but decides instead to grab Cody's arms and apply a textbook Camel Clutch. Cody screams from the hold, but has the good sense to grab the bottom rope fairly quickly, as the ref seems to run on instinct, pushing Riona off of him. Riona screams that the match is No-DQ, but quickly returns to work, grabbing the ladder and setting up up on the north ropes in a catapault position. Cody gets to his feet, and goes to take Riona's head off with a laria-ducked... REALITY CHECK! Cody seems to spin a bit, the angle on the kick not being as straight as usual, and he falls face-first into the ladder.

Brian Rentfro: YEAH! THAT'S MY GIRL! KICK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!

Jon McDaniel: WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! THERE COULD BE KIDS WATCHING!

Brian Rentfro: This is PWA, not Rebel Pro, we can curse all we want to here!

Langly presses a knee to Cody’s back, driving all of her weight on him before slowly rising to a standing position and landing on top of him with a knee drop. Bogard coughs and seems to struggle with his breath after being sandwiched between the ladder and Riona’s knees. Riona pushes the ladder off of Cody’s body as she slowly climbs to his feet, brushing off her knees in what looks to be a mocking fashion. Langly grabs the fallen ladder and unfolds it before positioning it in the middle of the ring. Cody seems to get to his feet, but Riona will have none of this as she runs up and smashes a knee into the skull, dropping Cody once more. Taking a look down at her challenger and shaking her head, Riona turns to the ladder and straightens it a bit more before taking her first steps up the ladder. Making it to the top, which seems to surprise her a bit, Riona suddenly feels a little wobble as Cody makes a play of tipping the ladder over. Riona leaps from the ladder safely, only to be met on the landing with a front dropkick from Bogard that staggers her backwards over the top rope and to the outside. Cody looks around at the crowd for a second, then he follows up by running into the ropes, bouncing off for momentum and launching himself over the ropes into a twisting body press. Cody lands perfectly on Riona, driving his body on top of Riona’s chest. There is a huge roar from the crowd as both competitors take their time to recover from Cody’s high risk maneuver.

Jon McDaniel: And for Cody Bogard, high risk equals high reward as this may be his chance for glory.

Brian Rentfro: Do you even listen to yourself talk? Like ever? That was one of the cheesiest lines I've ever heard you say.

Eventually Cody finds his way to his feet, holding his head a bit ominously from all the punishment it's taken so far in this match. Cody turns around and yanks Riona to her feet before pushing her into the ring. Cody follows her in and eyes the ladder leaning on the ropes. Bogard goes over and closes the ladder, holding it in his hands before ramming a wobbly Riona in the gut hard with the end of the ladder. Langly doubles over from the pain, as Cody drops the ladder near the turnbuckle and pulls Riona's head into a sick DDT that nearly faceplants her into the ladder. Bogard takes the ladder and drapes it on top of Riona as he turns his back on her and flips into a standing moonsault, risking his body to deal some added damage. Cody rolls around from the pain, but recovers quickly and pulls the ladder off of Riona, opening it up and dragging it close to the center of the ring. Slowly making his way up the ladder, Cody is caught halfway up by Riona, who drives an elbow into his back and pulls him off the ladder roughly. Cody's slight disorientation allows Riona to open fire with a series of knife-edged chops that can be heard in the upper-reaches of the arena. Cody tries to shove Riona away, but she locks his under hers and devistates him with a headbutt that knocks him to the canvas and seems to open up a cut on Cody's forehead. Grabbing ahold of Cody's left leg, Riona turns Cody over into a modified variant of the Half Crab, but she suddenly reaches out with her leg and begins to unload, stomping Cody's skull with reckless abandon!

Brian Rentfro: THAT'S MY GIRL, KILL HIM, MAIM HIM, DESTROY HIM!

Jon McDaniel: This is inhuman! She's even enjoying it!

Brian Rentfro: So am I, this is great violence!

Jon McDaniel: The completely unbiased opinion of Brian Rentfro everyone... and apparantly, he's on Riona's side this week. Tune in next week to see if he's flip-flopped for like, the 12,000th time.

Brian Rentfro: It hasn't been THAT many... only over 9,000 or so.

Jon McDaniel: You need to stop browsing the internet.

Dropping the hold when she's satisfied by the effects of her barrage, Riona grabs the ladder and leans it into the corner. Turning to Cody, who is just getting to a vertical base, Riona rushes forward and kicks him square in the face with a Yakuza kick. Quickly pulling Cody to his feet, Riona lights his chest up once more with a series of knife-edged chops before spinning him around and dropping him to the mat with a release German suplex. Cody arches back in pain, making Riona smirk that nasty smark of hers as she eyes up the ladder. Getting Cody to his feet, Riona lifts him up for a scoop slam, but quickly charges the ladder, sandwiching Cody between Riona and the ladder before turning around and slams him on the mat with the Oklahoma Stampede. Rolling to her feet, Langly grabs ahold of the ladder and turns it over, pressing the top on Cody’s neck, choking him as he flails his legs around. Satisfied with the particular shade of purple Cody seems to be turning, Riona quickly lifts the ladder off of Cody's throat, and then drops it right onto Cody's ribs. Bogard seems to cough as he tries to get air back in his lungs, but that proves most difficult as Riona kicks the ladder off of him and immediately drives herself into Cody's chest with a running senton splash.

Brian Rentfro: Must... resist... weight... joke.

Jon McDaniel: Good idea, I don't want to try and find a new commentary partner.

Riona once again gets her hands on the ladder as she slides it over to the corner where Bogard is trying to crawl to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. Cody manages to get back up and gets a hold of another stationary ladder from the outside, leaning it against the turnbuckle while not paying attention to Riona charging right at him. Cody spins around and quickly lifts Riona up and drops her over his knee with a Manhattan Drop. Almost immediately, Cody gives himself some distance before jumping up and nailing Riona with spinning back kick that staggers Riona into the corner with the ladder nearby. Cody leaps up over Riona and onto the turnbuckle with the ladder in front of him, and kicks Riona's head away as she goes to pull him off. Cody grabs ahold of the ladder and tips it forward, riding it down and crashing into the Intercontinental Champion. Cody rolls away and takes a quick breather against the ropes as Langly lays face down near the ladder, both wrestlers feeling some fatigue from the match so far. Cody stalks Riona as she gets to her feet, rushing forward for some move, but he's stopped by Riona dragging up one of the ladders and taking a wide swing. However, Cody rolls under the wild swing and leaps up to the top turnbuckle while Riona attempts to regain some of her balance. Turning to Cody, Riona has no time to react as Cody dives backwards and turns in mid-air, hitting her with a cross body block on Riona and the ladder. Cody rolls from the impact, holding his ribs a bit as he yanks the ladder off of Riona and mounts her MMA style.

Jon McDaniel: We've seen this sort of offense from Riona before, but now she's getting a bit of her own medicine!

Rentfron: However, Cody's inexperienced with this style of combat in comparison to Riona, so I don't know if this sort of gambit is going to work. Points for originality though.

Cody starts throwing punches as Riona does her best to cover up, but Cody's inexperience at this form shows as Riona is able to rotate the two of them to where she's on top, and she just unloads with a set of nasty blows to Cody's skull. Letting up off of Cody, Riona stomps over to the chair she threw into the ring earlier in the match. Grabbing the chair, Riona measures Cody for what could be a game-changing chair shot, but Cody is able to hit Riona with a leg-sweep, causing her to crash into the mat, and her steel chair, face-first. Cody hops to his feet, a little blood still leaking from the headbutt wound, as he bounces off the ropes and goes for a shotei to the head. However, Riona ducks under the strike and fires back with a flurry of back chops, opening up Cody's chest with some blood and leading him to the corner. Shoving an elbow into Cody's face to keep him in place, Riona rams her knee into Cody's gut to knock the wind out of him before she spins... ROARING ELBOW! Cody staggers right through the ropes and onto the apron. Grabbing ahold of the ladder still in the corner, Riona measures Cody up and charges, ramming him in the face with the ladder and sending him flying into the guardrail, which he rockets into face-first. Cody's impact pushes the rail back a bit as Riona springboards up to the top rope, flying off backwards with the ANGELIC EUPHORIA TO THE OUTSIDE! The fans chant for some pious excretment as both wrestlers lay outside for a while. Riona is the first to arise, crawling her way over to the apron and flipping it up before pulling out A GLASS TABLE! The fans go into violence shock as she slides the table into the ring while Cody slowly gets back to his feet. Langly slips back in the ring before Cody can get a hand on her as he reaches the apron. Riona, noticing Cody's back to his feet mostly, presses her attack, getting a burst of energy to rush at Cody, but Bogard is able to duck Riona's elbow and drive his shoulders into Riona’s mid-section. Grabbing ahold of the top rope as Riona is doubled over, Cody flips over the ropes and catches her with a sunset flip, but Riona rolls through the attack and to her feet, where she drills Cody with a sick running knee to the temple.

Brian Rentfro: And ANOTHER shot to the head! Jon Jon, Cody is getting killed out there and I'm loving it.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know what match you're watching, because I see them both killing each other as well as themselves.

Brian Rentfro: Riona's a cyborg, she'll heal.

Jon McDaniel: Do you listen to yourself, ever?

Brian Rentfro: No returning my jokes, they're not as funny from an old man like you.

Langly grabs the glass table and sets it back up in the corner between the top and middle ropes as a sort of platform. Getting back to her challenger, Riona drags Cody to his knees and shoves him face-first into the side of the table. The impact stuns Bogard as Riona rolls him him on top of the table before joining him on the precarious platform. Langly nails a few kicks to Cody’s chest and pulls on his hair, locking him into a reverse front facelock. She lifts him, attempting the Bomb Dropper ReMix, but out of nowhere Bogard gets his arms around Riona and slams her HARD onto the canvas with a AVALANCHE MUSCLE BURST! Bogard and Langly are both down on the mat, thankfully for both of them having missed going through the glass table. The challenger is up to his feet first, eyeing the ladder and title belt for a brief second but then looks down at the stirring Riona. Shaking his head between both targets, Cody bounces off the ropes and dashes for the ladder, but his face is suddenly caved in as Riona rises to her feet with a ROARING ELBOW! Cody almost immediately slumps to the mat, looking out cold as Riona attempts to regain her balance. Grabbing the ladder she used to ram Cody to the outside, Riona opens the ladder up over top of Cody's fallen form. Climbing up the ladder, Riona doesn't even get to react as Bogard's hand shoots up and around the ladder, clutching at Riona's leg desperately. Cody starts to rise, using the ladder steps from the inside, but Riona is having none of that as she jumps back down to the canvas and smacks him in the side of the head with another kick through one of the gaps. Cody manages to crawl out from underneath of the ladder, but just as he gets to his feet, WHAM! ROARING ELBOW! Cody crumbles to the mat, as Riona looks up at the title and begins to climb.

Brian Rentfro: That's it, game over, turn out the lights folks... or, turn them back on in Cody's case.

Jon McDaniel: That's not nice and you know it.

Brian Rentfro: I'm nice?

Langly brings herself back to her side of the ladder and takes her time to climb up, reaching the higher rungs and reaching for the title belt. Unfortunately for the champion, the ladder she picked is in the wrong position and she is unable to do anything except more punishment to Cody. She catches him from the bottom of her eye crawling his way up at a slow pace behind her. Riona adjusts her elbow pad as Bogard approaches the top of the ladder before going for a bionic elbow. Upon seeing the incoming strike, Bogard quickly puts his hands up to block the elbow and pushes it up, loosening Riona's balance before springing up to catch her with a shotei strike. Riona manages to somehow stay on the ladder and looks pissed the fuck off as she grabs a handfull of Cody's hair and peppers him with a flurry of elbow strikes. Nearly losing his balance, Bogard manages to grab hold of the top rung to avoid falling, suddenly using the same rung to pull himself in and strike with another shotei. Out of sheer frustration, Langly drives Cody head against the top of the ladder but ends up eating a shotei strike by Cody. Both wrestlers exchange elbow strikes and shoteis, but all the motion finally does the ladder in and it tips over, sending both wrestlers off the top and to the canvas hard.

Jon McDaniel: And the ladder just couldn't handle all the movement!

Brian Rentfro: What scintellating commentary... You going to tell me that the one who can pick themselves up first has the best chance of winning next?

Jon McDaniel: Nope, because you just did it for me.

Riona crawls to her chain in the corner as Cody makes his way over to the steel chair. Each wrestler grabs ahold of their weapon and turns to the other, the effect almost seeming like a Mexican Standoff as they slowly make their way to the middle of the ring, where the ladder sits on it's side. Cody makes the first move, going for a strike with the chair, but Riona ducks and drives a knee into Cody's gut, before spinning around behind him and flooring him with a nasty hammer blow. Kicking the chair out of Cody's hands, Riona wraps Cody in the steel chain, immobilzing him and then wrapping the remaining bits around her arm and forearm. She pumps her wrapped arm a bit before positioning Cody in an open stance, her legs and the chain keeping his neck clear as she begins to hammer down on him with ELBOW STRIKES! STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE! Cody looks completely dead as Riona stares down at him, unwrapping her elbow and going to lift the ladder back up. She begins to climb, shakily since the ladder is structurally unsound due to the attacks earlier... This slow climb allows for Cody to slowly get back up to his feet. Taking the chair that Riona kicked away, Cody lines up... CRACK! Right in the back... Riona hangs off the edge, as Cody slips beneath her and pulls her off before POWERBOMBING HER RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! DAAAANNNNGGGGEEERRRROOOOUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!

Jon McDaniel: OH MAH GAWD! RIONA'S DEAD!

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe it, this kid may pull it off!

The crowd cannot believe it and neither can Cody, the effects of the match finally taking his toll as he collapses from the strain... Riona lies in the corner, barely missing hitting the turnbuckle with the back of her skull as she's covered in nicks and cuts from going through the glass table. Finally, Cody is able to get up to a vertical base and looks at both of the ladders in the ring... He kicks the unsafe one out of the way and drags the newer ladder over, right underneath the belt before making his climb... Riona's will to fight seems to keep her going as she crawls out of the wreckage of the table, glass actually imbedded in her skin. Cody gets to the top of the ladder and reaches out, attempting to get to the belt, but it's just out of his fingertips. Climbing up to the top rung completely, Cody grabs ahold of the title and gets to unlocking it from it's clasp when a chair suddenly flies up and hits him in the gut, pushing the title away and nearly knocking him off the ladder!

Jon McDaniel: AND RIONA SAVES HER TITLE!

Brian Rentfro: Whew... and that was a nice toss too, she should consider baseball or something. I'd be glad to help her with her throwing mechanics if you know what I mean.

Jon McDaniel: Actually, I don't. But, I don't want you to explain, I want you to focus on the match.

He regains his balance at the top and reaches out for the title when Riona grabs ahold of his arm! She quickly locks it around his neck and screams as she falls backwards with an AVALANCHE TOURNIQUET!!!! Riona is left screaming while Cody is left gasping and moving out of sheer instinct. The champion rolls to her feet first, blood flowing from the gashes all over her body... She screams at Cody to get to his feet as he obliges ever so slow. ROARING EL-Cody blocks and pushes Riona away, but the champion reverses that momentum into a SPINNING BACKFIST! Cody barely remains on his knees, telling Riona to bring it as the champion rolls down her elbow pad and shatters his face with a final ROARING ELBOW! Cody drops to the mat like a sack of rocks and Riona just stares at him, nodding in appriciation before looking up at the IC title hanging above. Repositioning the ladder, Riona slowly climbs, Cody completely immobilized as she gets to the top and reaches up, undoing the clasp and grabbing ahold of her title once more.

Brian Rentfro: Ballgame!

*** DING DING DING ***

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match, and STILL PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, RIONA LANGLY!!!

Jon McDaniel: Cody Bogard fought hard, but he just couldn't handle Riona on this day.

Brian Rentfro: On this day, on the next day, on any day... Riona cannot be stopped!

Jon McDaniel: With the way she's been wrestling lately, I have to agree... I may not agree with her knockout campaign, but I cannot refute the results.

Riona lifts her title as high as she can from the top of the ladder, letting loose a scream as the medics and aides rush into the ring, beginning to clear the ring of the remains of this match. Climbing down from the ladder, Riona walks over to Cody and reaches out... Cody seems to take the hint and grasps the hand, shaking it before seeming to pass out. The medics help Cody out of the ring as Riona climbs one of the turnbuckles and snaps off her crux pose with the title in her left hand. Finally, Riona climbs out of the ring and heads to the back as we gear up for the next part of PWA Out of Control.

Laura Estella © vs Lucious Starr

PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Title Match


Jon McDaniel: We're just about ready you get to our Main Event... but not before our lovely new General Manager makes our acquaintance.

Lisa Seldon: Oh you don't need to be nice to me Jon. I'm not about to fire anyone who is mean to me... except everyone related to David Blazenwing and your side kick here.

Brian Rentfro: Hey!

The arena is dimmed until only a single beam of light shines on the centre of the entrance ramp. The PWA-tron lights up, showing a countdown on the screen. As the countdown begins, one hears the voice of a young child.

(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. He's seconded tonight by Joshua Danielson, though he hangs back and gives Starr his moment.

Lisa Seldon: Gonna need a lot more than this Juggle-cunt to get him the win tonight.

Jon McDaniel: Again, this is our General Manager, Lisa Seldon.

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

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.

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.

Jon McDaniel: The challenger looks ready.

Lisa Seldon: The challenger looks scared.

"You’ve got to say: I’m a Human Being Godammit! My life has Value!"

*Static*

"I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!"

*Gunfire*

"Fuck you nigga, cause I can!"

A second blast and the piercing shriek through the speakers as Natural Born Killaz takes over the building. The fans are in an uproar.

Lisa Seldon: I still can't get over that the fans actually like anyone in Self~Inflicted Drama. This will always surprise me.

Brian Rentfro: You're not alone.

Lisa Seldon: You are.

Brian Rentfro: Ouch.

Already on their feet the crowd explode as Laura saunters out onto the stage, holding out her hands and soaking in their applause amidst some pyrotechnic rainfall.

Lisa Seldon: Still a sweet effect too.

Laura walks all the way to the head of the ramp and then stops, taking a good look out over the arena and across every watchful eye. The building is packed and the sound is deafening but she doesn’t seem so fazed, and places a little knowing smile across her lips. She suddenly falls to her knees and throws out her arms again as lights explode across the stage.

"Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsack"

Laura bounds back to her feet amidst a second blast and begins a slow and graceful walk toward the ring, amidst all the chaos throughout the arena. Spotlights rush about the fans.

"I’m in a murderous mind state
With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror"

Laura holds out one hand as she goes, offering it to any fan who accepts and paying no ill to the Kalis supporters who scream back in her face. Her other hand cradles her title as it sits comfortably upon her shoulder. There’s a look about it like that’s where it belongs. For whatever reason she’s also wearing a track jacket, but I’m sure we’re about to get to that.

"Decapitation I aint hesitating to put you in the funeral home"

Laura hits the ring and leaps up to the apron, landing on one knee and latching onto the ropes so she can turn for a look back up the ramp and a vicious smile right down the camera lens. It closes in and catches the look perfectly before she leaps up to her feet. Laura then jumps through the ropes and takes a corner, where she holds a hand to her chest as the fans join in a few lines.

"Nobody illa than this graveyard filla"
"Cap Peeler"
"Cause I’m a Natural Born Killa"

With her or against the fans are all over it now as she throws up her title for everyone to see. It's the last little bit of flair before she drops down off the ropes and takes her corner. The referee comes in for the belt and Laura happily obliges, grinning all the time. The chaos begins to fade as she looks her opponent up and down.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is your Main Event of the evening, Undisputed World Title Match. This match will be contend under pure rules, meaning that each competitor will have the use of only three rope breaks and all action must be contained to the ring. Victory in this match will be decided by either submission or referee's decision. Now, introducing first to my right... the challenger. He is a former PWA Tag Team and PWA Intercontinental Champion. Fighting out of Cleveland, Ohio. He is the Beta Warrior... LUCIOUS STARR!

Lucious steps forward into the cheer. He's definently got some fans... even if it isn't half of the entire PWA fanbase.

Eric Eric Emerson: And his opponent. Fighting out of Los Angeles, California. She is the current reigning and defending PWA Undisputed World Champion and the youngest ever holder of that belt. She is... the Fantastic Misa LAURA... ESTELLA!

And she takes a bow, earning a rapturous applause for from the fans.

Jon McDaniel: Introudctions through, and now this one looks to be a barn burner.

Lisa Seldon: It's all over bar the screaming, just you watch.

The bell sounds and the two begin working toward each other. Starr seems content to circle but Laura steps in to force a lock-up. Laura ducks out though, dropping to a knee and switching in behind him. Laura then puts Starr on the ground with an Ankle Pick and then spins around ontop to catch him in a Front Facelock. Starr takes a moment to consider his options, but Laura doesn’t seem content to wait and let’s go, but not before unleashing a vicious slap right across the back of his head. Oows and ahs ring out across the arena.

Jon McDaniel: Laura had him down, but for some reason she didn’t push the advantage.

Lisa Seldon: Well, that’s because she’s aiming to just beat him on the ground. Beyond that, she wants to upset him.

Brian Rentfro: Why?

Lisa Seldon: Well… because he’s an idiot, with a temper. And when he’s all hot under the collar he can barely string together sentences, never mind work through complicated strings of offence thrown at him on the ground.

Brian Rentfro: I think he has a hard time putting together a sentence anyway.

Jon McDaniel: Such a kiss ass.

Starr sits up and looks particularly unhappy, leading to him lunging at Laura and allowing her to easily pick him off with a Drop Toe-Hold. Laura then works herself around, allowing her to tie-up his legs and pressures his knees. Starr uses his upper body strength to pull him toward the ropes but at the last moment he relents and reaches back. With Starr refusing to take the bait, Laura instead changes up her plans and turns herself over onto her front. She then proceeds to lift herself off the mat like a Push-up, applying as much pressure into the hold as she can. With Laura off her base, Starr manages to break the hold, but the damage is done and Starr appears to be holding his leg as he stands back up.

Jon McDaniel: Laura going in on that leg early.

Lisa Seldon: She’s going to break him down in sections. First she slows him down and takes away a lot of his movement and power offense, then she’ll just stand back and pick him off.

Laura and Starr square off again, a little more tentative from the challenger this time as he tries to pick his distance. Laura however has no such reserves and peppers him with a few Leg Kicks where she can, always making sure to step back out and stop him from going for a counter. Starr eventually decides to go for broke and lunges for a Takedown, but Laura makes a quick sidestep and trips him, putting Starr face down on the mat. Starr does his best to get up quickly, leaving him open for attack as Laura steps in and drives a hard kick through his ribs to send him across the ring. Starr gives up his back again and Laura comes in down on top of him, getting her legs hooked in for good measure.

Jon McDaniel: A hard strike by Laura and she’s got him on the ropes.

Starr presses up underneath her and tries to shake her off, but Laura rides it out and keeps up on his back. Laura then scores a few blows to the body forcing him to cover up. This gives Laura the opening she needs though and she immediately begins dropping bombs across the side of his head. The fans go wild as the referee is forced to step in and check, but Starr keeps himself alive by dropping his arms and rolling to his back, taking Laura with him. Laura however is far from done and locks her arms around his throat for a Rear Naked Choke. Starr is still too fresh to go out but he can’t get his hands in to free himself. Laura latches on tight and wrenches hard, forcing Starr to put out a hand and give up his first rope break.

Brian Rentfro: Laura is dominating the challenger thus far.

Lisa Seldon: Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but this is essentially a style mismatch. Starr obviously has the power advantage, but Laura has baited him into playing her game, forcing him to try and catch her and then hitting him on the counter.

Jon McDaniel: Well it’s smart but can she keep it up forever? I mean, he’ll catch her eventually and then what?

Lisa Seldon: She doesn’t have to keep it up forever, just until she wares him down. She’s already started taking out his base by working the leg and now she’s trying to knock the wind out of him. Pretty quickly he’s going to start to slow down, and then he wont have a chance to catch her.

Brian Rentfro: So what does he do in reply?

Lisa Seldon: He has to stop taking the bait and get off the offense, but he wont because he’s too much of a hot head, and she’s playing that up in him too.

The referee steps in to separate the two getting Laura off first and ordering her to a corner. Laura seemingly obliges and steps away, but not before turning around and blasting Starr right between the eyes with a Soccer Kick as he gets off the ground.

Brian Rentfro: That’s going to cost her.

Jon McDaniel: Which one did you say was the hot head again?

Lisa Seldon: There’s a purpose here I’m sure.

Starr goes limp for a minute as the referee throws Laura into a corner and screams in her face, but Laura takes it in her stride and hits him with a smile, all before pointing out Starr rumbling across the ring, forcing the referee to step in between. The referee has to do everything he can to hold Starr back, and Laura is enjoying every minute of it.

Lisa Seldon: See, a total hot head. The loss of a rope break should have given him a chance to revaluate his game plan, but instead Laura catches him with that kick and now all he wants to do is get a hold of her.

Brian Rentfro: She gave up one of her rope breaks though.

Lisa Seldon: Yeah but she’ll probably get another one out of him for good measure.

The referee finally gets both competitors into separate corners and turns to Emerson to make his call. A few seconds of discussion and Emerson turns to the fans.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Lance Weston has informed me that Luscious Starr has given up his first rope break and has two remaining. I have also been informed that, following an illegal head kick during a cool down period, Laura Estella has forfeited her first rope break and has two remaining.

Laura just shrugs it off as Starr chomps at the bit to get back to her.

Lisa Seldon: See, total hot head, and it’s going to cost him.

Jon McDaniel: I think you’re counting the challenger down to quickly.

Lisa Seldon: No he’s an idiot and he’s going to lose.

Jon McDaniel: No one is ever going to say he’s the brightest wrestler we have, but he’s got a lot of heart and determination. He’s fought to the top countless times before and make a go of it but I’ve never seen him this determined.

Lisa Seldon: Determination works both ways. Laura is wholly focused on holding onto her belt as long as she can and she’s not going to get stopped this early in her reign.

Jon McDaniel: I guess we’ll see.

Lisa Seldon: Oh I guess we will.

The referee then steps up and singles for the fight to get back on, prompting both competitors out of their corners. Laura takes a few casual steps forward but Starr comes right out swinging and catches nothing but air. Laura parries a few more shots and then catches Starr with a hook kick in the gut to double him over. Laura then lashes out with a knee at his head but Starr quickly rights himself and manages to catch her from behind. Starr then spins her around to face him and hauls her up, but Laura catches him in a Guillotine and forces him to come down into her guard. Starr slams her hard though, allowing him to easily slip out his head and sit up. Starr then drops a vicious right hand with every intention of putting her out but Laura manages to get her head out of the way and then pull his down against her stomach for good measure.

Brian Rentfro: Close call there.

Jon McDaniel: Still think this is going to be so one sided.

Lisa Seldon: If you’re going to get excited every time this guy has the slightest bit of meaningless offenses then we’re in for a long night.

Starr tries to get free but Laura has him tied up tight, forcing him to go to the body with a few punches will he tries to get her off. Laura has a better position though and begins reigning down elbows from the bottom, right on the point of his head. Starr gets rocked by the blows and immediately begins trying to escape her guard, but Laura has his head and legs in tight and no intention of letting go as she keeps mashing away. A drop of blow rolls down onto Laura’s shirt before Starr finally manages to get his feet under him and get Laura off the ground. Starr then gets to his feet with Laura still holding on and then throws her off to the mat. Laura lands on her feet but suddenly one of her knees buckles from under her and she goes down to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: That’s not good.

Jon McDaniel: The champ is down and favouring her knee.

Lisa Seldon: Oh no.

Starr immediately tries to follow up but the referee gets in between them and sends him away. The referee then drops down to check on Laura, who looks in utter agony as she braces her leg.

Brian Rentfro: What happened to her?

Jon McDaniel: Are these the same knee problems dating all the way back to her attack by Matthew Engel?

Across the ring Danielson hands Starr a towel to mop of the top of his head, but the damage appears to just be superficial and he’s eager to go again. Meanwhile Laura struggles to her feet and sends the referee off to restart the match. The fight is back on then and Starr immediately puts a bull’s-eye on Laura’s bad leg which she keeps behind her.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like we’re about to find ourselves watching a whole other match. Laura looked to have Starr right where she wanted him, but that fall seems to have hurt her bad.

Brian Rentfro: Now instead of having a worn down and frustrated challenger, she’s going to have a very angry two-hundred and fifty pounder who she won’t be able to out run for much longer.

Lisa Seldon: It’s a set back but it’s not over. She just has to keep fighting smart.

Laura scouts a few lunges as Starr tests the water before eventually catching her in a rear Waistlock of his own. Starr then hefts Laura up and puts her face down on the mat before catching a hold of her bad leg. Starr then doesn’t waist his time with anything so technical, and instead catches her by the ankle, lifts her right off the mat and then brings her right down on the point of her knee. Laura calls out in pain as she rolls away clutching her leg, but Starr doesn’t give her a second and grabs her again. This time he pulls Laura up, leaving her standing on her good leg before he takes her down with a Dragon Screw Leg-Whip. He then immediately looks to follow up with a hold but Laura gives it up before he can and latches onto the ropes. Starr is called away as Laura slinks out onto the floor.

Brian Rentfro: All of a sudden this is not looking so good.

Jon McDaniel: So how does she come back from this one then?

Jon finds himself talking to no one as Lisa abandons the announce position. Across the ring Laura takes a few gingerly steps before flying into a rage, picking up a chair and throwing it rather violently off the ropes. Lisa tries to contain her but Laura isn’t having any of it, pushing past her and sending another chair flying across the floor and off the barricade.

Brian Rentfro: The champ is visibly upset here.

Jon McDaniel: My guess is she can feel her title very suddenly slipping away.

It takes a lot of effort but Lisa finally calms her down for a few words of advice. Across the way Joshua Danielson calls shenanigans but Starr doesn’t seem too bothered as he takes a seat on the top turnbuckle to wait it out. Laura voices a few complaints but Lisa sticks her with a stern expression and a few choice words. A quick pat on the back then and Lisa is off, leaving her protégé still looking but none the less settled as she heads for the ring. About now Starr is back on his feet as Laura rolls into the ring. Eric Emerson takes this time to make the official call as the referee checks on Laura.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, Laura Estella has now lost her second rope break and has one remaining.

The two competitors are back and ready to go as the referee calls ahead on the action.

Jon McDaniel: And we’re joined once more by our guest broadcast college for the night. So Lisa, what did you tell her?

Lisa Seldon: Well, I just explained that while you can’t call every circumstance, it’s times like this that make you into a champion.

Brian Rentfro: Think that will help her?

Lisa Seldon: I think it’ll stop her throwing chairs at the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Well I suppose that’s something.

The two stars head off again, making slow circles around the centre. Starr reaches for a hand and gets it, but finds his other slapped away as Laura spins under and into a top Wirstlock. Starr finds himself brought to a knee but he doesn’t stay there for long and quickly gets back up. Starr then uses his upper body strength to get Laura into the air and then drops to the canvas, bringing Laura down onto her feet again, jarring her bad knee and forcing her to break the hold. Starr then sweeps out her legs and gets in between them, giving up his back as he bends her knee around his body.

Jon McDaniel: Starr in the offensive position again.

Lisa Seldon: Yeah but she’ll weather it this time. She’s not going to go out to this.

Laura gets a hand under Starr’s jaw but he easily shakes her off before she can do anything. Laura then considers going to the eyes but the referee warns her off, leaving her with little else but a solid elbow to the back of the head. Starr gets rocked again but he shakes his head clear and then cranks on her knee for good measure, causing Laura to throw herself back against the mat in pain. Starr then switches up his position, turning over into a seated Kneebar. Starr then sits up with it and baits sends a few words toward Laura who answers back with a sweeping Left hand that catches little but the air. Starr then cranks it again.

Jon McDaniel: And cone again Laura has been unable to mount any kind of offense since the fall.

Lisa Seldon: He’s going to keep hurting her but she’ll find a way back yet.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t know looks like it’s done to me.

Lisa Seldon: I think you’re done.

Brian Rentfro: Please don’t, I have mortgage payments due.

Starr gives up the hold again as he gets to his feet, still holding her leg through which he brings back, dragging her down into what is essentially a DDT against the leg. Laura muffles a scream as she crawls away, managing to give herself just a little more time as she catches an errant blow across Starr’s jaw with a kick. It gives her a chance to get onto a knee but little else as Starr catches her in a Front Facelock, blasting her with a knee for good measure and then scooping her up vertical. He holds her in place for a few moments, letting the blood rush to her head before dropping her back across his shoulders.

Brian Rentfro: And he catches her in Hell’s Wrath.

Lisa Seldon: Too early. She’s still way too alive for this to work.

The fans raise their voices as Starr catches her in the Torture Rack, but it’s all a little premature as Laura fights back with a few more elbows across his head, forcing Starr to let her go early. Laura slips down his back and falls into the ropes, only to walk back into a sweeping kick that pulls out her leg and put her on her back. Starr then walks her into a Single Leg Boston Crab.

Jon McDaniel: Another submission from Lucious Starr, and now he’s cracking it like he wants to finish her right here.

Brian Rentfro: The ropes are right there but then she’ll have nothing left.

Jon McDaniel: Doesn’t look like she’s got much of a choice though.

Laura scrambles for an out anywhere else but the ropes, but Starr locks the move in deep and forces her to act quickly, latching on and giving up her last break. The referee calls Starr away, but not before he pressures her for a few seconds more, taking a count of three before giving up. His fans rise up as Starr takes his feet, cheering him on to a finish.

Brian Rentfro: Well that looks like that’s it folks. The Champion came here with a plan and started well, but Starr stayed too strong and struck where he needed too. Now she’s down two rope breaks to none and I don’t see her coming back from this.

Lisa Seldon: That’s because you have no vision. There’s another twist coming up in this match and then we’ll see which one of them really wants it.

Jon McDaniel: What makes you so sure?

Lisa Seldon: I don’t know; Jesus?

Laura pulls herself into the corner, looking utterly distressed as the referee moves in for his checks. Across the ring Joshua gives his partner a pat on the back and cheers him on, but Starr still has his eyes fixed on his opponent. Emerson takes the mic again as the referee checks to see if Laura will be carrying on.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen Laura Estella has given up her last rope break.

Jon McDaniel: She did come back from this far down before though, Brian. Let’s see if she can do it again.

Laura once more has her feet, Starr is on his, the referee calls it and we’re off again. This time though Starr doesn’t bother to wait around and immediately latches on to her bad leg for a take down but Laura manages to keep herself upright as they go back into the ropes. Laura holds on and tries to push him down but Starr keeps himself standing and prepares to sweep.

Brian Rentfro: She trying to fight him off but Starr isn’t letting go. Now he’s just going to turn, slam her; pick whatever hold he likes and this is all over.

Lisa Seldon: She’s not trying to push him off, Brian; she’s just setting him up.

Laura pushes down on Starr’s head as he wraps both his arms around her leg. What he doesn’t see though is Laura holding him down into perfect position for her to bring up her left leg and stick her knee right between his eyes. One sudden snap and he’s off, dizzy, white in his eyes and unable to catch Laura as she comes off the ropes with another wild knee, this time leaping up and driving it hard into his chest to put him on the mat with Laura on top. Starr’s eyes are still fuzzy, and he struggles to defend himself as Laura gets into side control and begins bringing smash elbows down on the side of his head. Starr eventually manages to cover up before the referee moves in, but this only opens him up to attacks from the other side as Laura rips him up with a knee through his skull.

Brian Rentfro: Vicious, vicious strikes from the champion. Someone has been hanging around with Riona a little too much.

Lisa Seldon: Fuck off man. Any time you see that girl tearing something open, she learned how to do that from me.

Starr is desperately trying to fight back and manages to posture up on his arms, but as he does Laura latches onto the far away one and secures a Kimura. The fans are in frenzy now as Laura pins him down, trapping his arm with the Kimura and then sticking him with a few more vicious knees for good measure. She then steps over his head, braces her foot against the mat and then rips at his shoulder.

Lisa Seldon: The Estella-gatame!

Brian Rentfro: Is that really the name of it?

Lisa Seldon: Probably not but I can’t remember what it really was.

Laura leans back into the hold as Starr finds himself rolled onto his side, stuck in the middle of the ring with no help at sight. The ropes are just too far out of reach. However with one arm free he crawls, hand over fist, edge to the ropes with Laura riding him, tearing at his shoulder all the way. Inches away he stops as Laura grounds her foot and twists the arm from its joint. Starr’s arm hovers above the canvas; just Joshua gets himself in his eye line and begs him not to give in. It’s all the motivation he needs to fight on, and he drags himself into the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: He’s out!

Jon McDaniel: But he’s hurt.

Lisa Seldon: Looks like you’re not going home just yet, Bri.

Laura quickly rolls away, but not before getting in Starr’s face, giving him a few choice words and then spitting in his eye. The referee tries to hold him back, but Starr has decided he’s had all the break he needs and pushes him aside. For her part Laura beckons him to come on. She looks a lot more ready than before.

Lisa Seldon: Oh it’s gonna get nasty. I can’t wait.

Starr comes out swinging and Laura does the same, ducking a loopy hook and landing a firm jab against the body. Starr doubles over and Laura blasts him with the Uraken, sending spit flying through the air as Starr gets turned. Laura latches onto him from behind but Starr is going nowhere, and manages to pull himself together before blasting her in the side of the head with an elbow. Starr then catches Laura on his shoulder and drives her back into the corner with a shoulder block. A few more tackles seems to soften her up and Starr turns away, pointing to the sky as he gets his distance.

Brian Rentfro: He’s signalling for that big, big Powerbomb.

Starr comes back around for the Clothesline, but Laura gets her feet up into his chest and then droves him down into the mat with a foot stomp. Laura looks in serious pain as she rolls away, but she’s quick to crawl back over and catch him in a North South Position. Laura lets go of another knee onto the point of his head and then rolls, looking for that Kimura again as she comes up on top. Starr locks his hands though and manages to kick out her bad leg. Laura does her best to follow up, Catching Starr with a charge as he gets to his feet, but the momentum works in his favour, as he manages to catch her around the head and plant her with a DDT. Laura sits up but she’s woozy, and Starr forces her into the corner again.

Brian Rentfro: He’s got her again.

Jon McDaniel: He’s been fighting for this title all his life, and now he’s desperate to make sure she gets put away.

Brian Rentfro: We’re leaving nothing to chance tonight.

This time Starr connects with the Clothesline, driving the wind from her lungs before hauling her up onto the turnbuckles. It’s an awkward lift as he plays it careful with his arm, but he gets her there eventually and starts coming up himself. The break in action works against him though as Laura comes back with a right hand, then an elbow to put Starr on the floor. He grabs a hold of Laura’s good leg then, forcing her to fight him off with her bad one, gritting her teeth and cursing all the way. Finally he lets go and falls back, but in an instant he returns with a right hand, smashing Laura across the face, leaving her dead to the world and almost sending her out of the ring. She’s almost gone before Starr catches her, holding her on the ropes as he comes up in front.

Brian Rentfro: He’s up! She’s out!

Lisa Seldon: It won’t be over until they carry her out in a box.

Starr gets up onto the second rope before Laura starts fighting back but there’s nothing in them, and nails her with a few shots of her own. Laura gives in and he gets to the top-rope, taking her with him. Screams ring out from the arena as they look prime to fall at any moment, but Starr keeps his balance and gets her ready. He then lifts, and one death defying leap take them into the air.

Lisa Seldon: No!

And they come down, Starr crashing into the floor on his back as Laura turns over into a Frankensteiner in midair, burying him into the mat. The referee moves into check, but Laura doesn’t waist anytime, pulling herself into mount and then jacking up his face with a Double Axehandle, spraying his blood all down her face. A second vicious, clobbering blow and the referee is seconds from stepping in, but Starr wont go out and throws whatever he can into a punch of his own.

Jon McDaniel: She nearly brought him down through the ring, but he wont give it up!

Lisa Seldon: Then he’ll be a dead man in that ring.

Laura looks back bitterly at his refusal to give in, but she refuses to let him go, and switches up her position, right back into that Step-Over Kimura on the same arm as before.

Brian Rentfro: He’s still got one rope break left.

Lisa Seldon: He’ll have one arm left if he doesn’t give it up here.

Laura throws everything into the hold, wrenching back again and again with every intention of taking his arm as her own, but Starr just doesn’t have it in him to tap and he begins to fight for the ropes. They’re nowhere insight but he wont give in, and he edges closer and closer still, all the way, Laura and all, and gets just inches before Laura gives up her foot hold and drives her knee into his face, again and again, tearing at the already open wound and leaving him a bloodied mess before she steps over and locks it in deeper still. The fans are losing their minds now and the referee is all over them, but still he refuses to give in, and reaches for the ropes that are still far too far out of her way.

Brian Rentfro: And now it’s gotta be over.

Jon McDaniel: But he’s not tapping out.

Starr can barely move now, too weak even to pull himself across the canvas, but it still means too much for him to let go. Danielson is in his face again, but this time he doesn’t know what to say and can do little else but bang on the mat to spur him on. Still though there are barely inches of movement and Laura has the hold just too deep. So very slowly then, his fight begins to run out.

Jon McDaniel: He’s fading! He’s put on the fight out his life but now he’s just got so little left.

His hand hovers above the mat, desperately trying to touch the ropes, but suddenly it falls, and the referee moves in. He drops it once… twice… lifts a third time…

Jon McDaniel: Could it be?

… And it falls, touching the mat just one last time before the referee calls for the bell. Then back to Laura, who has to be forcefully dragged out of the hold. There is silence from the fans for a moment, settling the mood, before they rise up with a sound that near puts the roof into the sky.

Brian Rentfro: And she’s done it!

Jon McDaniel: Laura Estella with a phenomenal comeback, all the way from being taking to no rope breaks and with a bad leg to boot. It just took the right opening, and she picked her spot well, turned it all around and once more she’s walking out the champion.

Lisa Seldon: Just like I said.

Jon McDaniel: But you can’t deny the heart of the challenger, who brought the champion to her best, and then even when stuck with nowhere to go, still wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t quit, would never say die until his very last breath. We’ve witnessed a classic tonight folks, I can tell you that right now.

Brian Rentfro: Even after all these years, the PWA still surprises me.

Lisa forgoes any final quips, having vanished long ago to hit the ring, throwing herself into a hug on the Champion who can’t even find her feet. Danielson take the ring as well beside his friend, joining the referee who does his best to bring him back around.

Jon McDaniel: A joyous moment for the victor, heart break for the loser.

Lisa carefully brings Laura to her feet, unable to hold back her excitement as she lifts her protégés hand high into the air, while she herself does her best not to go over as she hangs herself in the ropes. An attendant makes his way into the ring with the belt, while Emerson takes the floor one last time.

Eric Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL PWA Undisputed World Champion… LAURAAAAA ESTELLAAAAAA!!!

And Laura throws up the belt with her free hand, electing cheers all across the arena. She’s not done for the night though, and turns her attention back to the challenger. Joshua steps up but she pushes him aside and drops down next to Starr.

Jon McDaniel: I hope we’re not going to end this night on a sour note.

Brian Rentfro: If you’re a Starr fan then it’s probably a bit too late.

Joshua looks on anxiously while Lisa watches him in turn, but Laura adds nothing else, simply taking his hand up in hers, shaking it firmly and then throwing it aside as she rolls out of the ring. Lisa joins her, getting under her arm and helping her up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: A sign of respect perhaps.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe. She is strangely gracious with her challengers for a person who seemingly hates everyone.

Laura gets to the top of the ramp and turns to the fans once more, throwing the belt up high and earning one last massive cheer for the night before the two of them slip out through the curtain.

Jon McDaniel: Well what a night folks And we're... wait, sorry, getting something in my ear piece. Apparently we've got one more match tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Do we even have the time?

Jon McDaniel: Guess we're about to find out Brian, because coming up now we've got an Architecture of Aggression match between Hype and... Matthew Engel?

Matthew Engel vs. Hype

Architecture of Agression


Brian Rentfro: What I don't understand about the next match is, Matthew Engel should still be in a hospital recovering from the car accident he was involved in two weeks back.

Jon McDaniel: So what're you trying to say?

Brian Rentfro: He's being delivered on a silver platter here to this guy who's still on the Probation Roster yet has found himself facing a former World Champion in his first real match in the PWA. I think there's something we're not being told here, Jon. Did you know I've heard that Hype is...

Jon McDaniel: Conspiracy theories aside.... We now have all three cages set in place, one on top of each with a slight opening going all the way up.

Red & White strobe lights pan the crowd as "Confusion" by New Order begins to play. Hype steps out, decked out in all black wearing his mask, forever a smile on his face as he claps hands with fans on his way to the ring. He enters the slightly raised cage system by ducking beneath the bottom and chucks his leather trench coat into the crowd before he enters the ring, moving his body to the techno beat of his theme music. He thrashes his long, seemingly fake hair and the crowd cheers before he stomps his feet several times on the canvas and salutes the crowd. The cage is quickly lowered and Hype looks around in confusion, no pun intended.

Brian Rentfro: Engel isn't even in the building. What? Does this asshole win by default?

Suddenly, a hard techno bass begins to play over the sound systems which is far from Engel's theme song as the arena lights darken.

"We are... THE PRODIGY"

The lights turn back on as "Invaders Must Die(The Great Remix)" by Prodigy begins to blast and Masakaz The Great comes down towards the ring with a kendo stick in hand. Hype tilts his head to the side, his mask keeping a sarcastic grin over his face as Masakaz stomps his foot down on the outside and salutes him in Order of Chaos fashion

"Invaders... MUST DIE"
(All Hail The Virus!)
"Invaders... MUST DIE"
(All Hail The Virus)
"Invaders... MUST DIE"
(All Hail The Virus)

The arena lights flicker on and off to the hard bass beat as Masakaz climbs the cages from outside until he reaches the top.

Eric Eric Emerson: Introducing his opponent, in replacement of the injured Matthew Engel... MASAKAZ THE GREAT!

Brian Rentfro: Well I'll be... This isn't even scheduled to happen.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god...

Masakaz drops himself through the layers of the cage, his kendo stick in hand as he comes flying down. Hype jumps back but as Masakaz lands he hits the canvas hard. On his back, Masakaz spins himself and takes Hype out by the legs with the kendo stick.

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: Is this being sanctioned?!

Brian Rentfro: I have no idea.

Masakaz gets himself to his feet but he's obviously hurt himself from such a grand entrance as Hype rolls himself backwards and onto his feet. Hype prepares himself into an odd martial arts stance, keeping his right fist clenched and placed to the side of his skull with his left fist clenched and left arm extended outward. Masakaz enters a Muay Thai kickboxing stance and lets off a snap kick forward and Hype uses his left arm to block it easily and smoothly. Masakaz switches to south paw and begins dancing around the ring while Hype sways back and forth. Masakaz with a thrust kick this time but Hype uses his left arm to again knock the kick away before it can do any damage.

Jon McDaniel: These two have a history unknown to PWA fans... They were both trained by Simon Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: Except one's Great and the other's all just Hype! HAH!

Masakaz goes for a clothesline now but Hype ducks it easily, maintaining his fighting stance. As Masakaz gets behind him he throws his body forward and extends his right leg out trying to catch Hype with a backward thrust kick which Hype instictivly blocks by spinning his body around 180 degrees and tapping away with his left arm. His right fist remains attached to the temple of his head, but as Masakaz gets to his feet and turns around Hype throws his whole right side of his body back and then forward, unleashing the right fist straight into Masakaz's jaw.

Masakaz spews blood immediately and flies into the corner turnbuckle as Hype drops the fighting stance and hops onto the top rope, running alongside it before springboarding himself off the cage wall and using Masakaz's face as a springboard with his feet. Hype launches himself up in the air and Masakaz is dazed as Hype comes back down in an attempt to hurricanrana Masakaz off the corner but Masakaz catches Hype and powerbombs him into the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: What a powerbomb! Thunderous, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Forget the powerbomb, did you see that straight punch by Hype? I've never seen a move with such power, he had all his weight in that one hit and it has left a devastating impact crater on Masakaz's face.

Brian Rentfro: Pffft. I hope The Great wipes that disgusting grin off of Hype's face!

Jon McDaniel: He can't... The smile is apart of the mask.

Brian Rentfro: You'd be surprised.

Masakaz attempts to rip the mask off of Hype to see who's underneath there but fails as Hype brings his knee into Masakaz's groin to stop the onslaught. Masakaz rolls off of Hype in pain as Hype spins himself back to his feet and kicks up the kendo stick to his hand. He backs up, taunting Masakaz in the ring to the cheers of the crowd. As Masakaz gets up Hype goes for a quick swing. Masakaz blocks it by raising his right leg all the way vertically to protect his face before bending his knee over the kendo stick, locking it in his leg and snapping it in half as he brings his leg back down. Hype maintains one half and quickly barrel rolls away from Masakaz as Masakaz keeps the other half.

Both men begin circling each other in the ring, Masakaz throwing his head back to get his long hair out of his face. Hype mocks him by doing circles with his head, the fake hair attached to his mask swirling around to the enjoyment of the crowd. Masakaz isn't amused as he charges forward with the broken end forward in a thrusting motion. Hype sways his body to the left, then the right, then the left again to dodge the "stab" attempts. Hype bounces off the ropes and goes for a spinning heel kick in mid air as Masakaz swings the broken kendo stick again. Masakaz catches Hype in the leg with the broken edges, slicing his leg but Hype still manages to follow through with the hit knocking both men down.

Jon McDaniel: Masakaz is playing a dangerous game here. One of them could get seriously hurt.

Brian Rentfro: Uh that's the point?

Masakaz is up first and drops the broken kendo stick and begins climbing up to reach the middle tier of cages. Hype gets himself to his feet but wobbles as he checks the bleeding from his leg. Hype joins Masakaz in the race to the second tier. Masakaz gets onto it first and there's barely any room to move but he waits for Hype to join him. As Hype climbs in Masakaz extends a hand to help him, and Hype accepts as he's pulled up by Masakaz.

Hype tries to low blow Masakaz but Masakaz closes his knees on Hype's fist and pushes him back nearly sending Hype back into the ring. Hype catches himself barely, and as he charges back at Masakaz, Mas kicks him in the gut suddenly and lifts Hype up over his back, double underhooking his arms in the process and holding Hype upside down against his back. The crowd jumps to their feet as Hype struggles to get free.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god... Don't do this Masakaz.

Brian Rentfro: No! Do it! Do it!!!

The cameras flashing are blinding as Masakaz turns around and drops off into the center. They both fall almost ten feet and hit the canvas below but it seems at the last second Hype got himself partly free and more of his back hit the canvas, not that it matters. Both Hype and Masakaz now scream inside the middle of the ring, both favoring their backs. Hype kicks the ring and seems to be in serious pain as Masakaz pulls himself to the ropes and tries catching his breath, holding his lower back. Mas is up first and bounces himself off the ropes and baseball slides right into Hype's face.

Hype's mask cracks a bit and he has a hard time getting up until Masakaz approaches him once again. Hype kicks out Masakaz's left knee forcing him down to a kneeling position as he jumps onto Masakaz and launches a fury of fists into his face. Hype pulls Masakaz up by his hair and whips him into the ropes but Masakaz launches himself up onto the cage. Hype runs to follow and Masakaz drops off with a falling elbow right onto Hype. Hype hits the canvas and Masakaz is quick to grab the two seperate pieces of the kendo stick. Masakaz unleashes a barrage on Hype's face, shattering the mask covering his face...

Brian Rentfro: Oh... What the fu-

Jon McDaniel: Is that...

Brian Rentfro: That's another mask underneath there! WHAT?

Masakaz steps back as the crowd cheers to see the opaque glow of the skull face before him, a sinister smile over the face. Hype gets to his feet and removes the last pieces of his porcelain mask and salutes Masakaz.

Jon McDaniel: It's ghostly.

Hype rolls out of the ring and plays to the crowd as Masakaz decides to begin climbing the cage to make his escape. Hype reaches under the ring and pulls out a bottle of Axe deadorant spray and rolls back into the ring. He quickly aims upwards and pulls out a lighter, igniting Masakaz's back on fire. Masakaz falls off mid-climb and hits the canvas and starts rolling around to put himself out but Hype ignites the spray again using it as an impromptu flamethrower and Masakaz' rolls out of the ring quickly now to keep himself from being burned further.

Hype chucks the Axe deodarant and leaps over the top rope, hitting a frog splash on the downed Masakaz on the outside of the cage. Hype picks Masakaz up by his hair and starts scraping his face all over the cage, grating his cheeks like cheese before smashing his face into the cage wall. Masakaz stumbles back but goes for a spinning mule kick. Hype ducks and side steps it and headbutts Masakaz really hard. Hype with another headbutt, and then another. Masakaz stumbles around, his forehead starting to bleed and his back still a little crispy. Hype with another headbutt sends Masakaz to the canvas and now he mounts the young Kalis and begins furiously smashing his own head against Masakaz's face.

Jon McDaniel: Believe The Hype!

Brian Rentfro: I bet he got that makeshift flamethrower idea from a teenager in Idaho on youtube!

Hype gets back to his feet and looks around, the silky black mask and white glowing skull face painted over it making the continious smile eerie and creepy. Hype begins climbing the cage wall and starts climbing across while hanging from the cage ceiling towards the opening in the center. Masakaz is back in the ring and before he can go to climb Hype lets go and corkscrews himself mid air before landing right onto Masakaz's shoulders. Masakaz crumbles to his knees from the impact and Hype pushes himself backwards, flipping Masakaz up and over and into the turnbuckle.

Hype is back to his feet and Masakaz gets back to his feet. Hype enters a muay thai stance as does Masakaz and both men reach for attacks. Hype with a thrust kick which Masakaz sidesteps. Mas snaps his left leg into the back of Hype's right knee almost causing him to buckle but he maintains his composure. Hype uses his elbow to go for an uppercut but Masakaz leans back and away from the hit. Masakaz goes for a grapple and locks on, raising his knee to Hype's chest but as he connects Hype headbutts him and both men stumble back.

Brian Rentfro: Masakaz shall win this for Matthew Engel, mark my words.

Hype rushes forward with a double European uppercut!

Jon McDaniel: Life's A Bitch!

Hype moves past Masakaz The Great from the momentum of the move and snaps his body forward and extends his right leg outward, landing a superkick to the back of Masakaz's head.

Brian Rentfro: And Then You Die!

Hype stabalizes his position and jumps back towards a stumbling Masakaz and jumps up grabbing Mas by the neck from behind and spinning in the air before bringing him down with an inverted DDT to the cheers of the crowd.

Crowd: SO FUCK THIS SHIT!

Hype quickly goes to the top rope and raises his hands high in the air before he leaps off high into the air, twisting his body 630 degrees before hitting a senton splash on Masakaz The Great.

Jon McDaniel: And Let's Get High! Whoa!

Brian Rentfro: I've only ever seen a 630 degree senton splash once before! Incredible, even I have to admit...

Hype gets to his feet and begins climbing to the top of the first cage. Hype makes it up and over and now stands inside the second cage, his arms raised. Hype looks down and then looks up and begins climbing up to the third and final cage as Masakaz is now up and climbing up after him in a race against time. The crowd cheers on Hype as Hype makes it up and onto the very top of the structure of cages, close to victory. Masakaz makes it into the second cage and immedietley jumps up to go after Hype. Hype extends his hand down to bring Masakaz up and does so, pulling him up to the very top of the three cage structure. Hype removes his mask but the camera flashes blind the television cameras from catching a glimpse at the face.

Brian Rentfro: What the?! Why did that matter?!

Jon McDaniel: They're cousins, Brian. Bet you didn't know that? Masakaz thought Ricky, aka Hype was dead as per the words of Simon Kalis.

Brian Rentfro: What? Are you kidding me?

Masakaz stumbles backwards and Hype, mask back over his face grabs ahold of him by the throat and begins choking him. Masakaz falls to one knee but low blows Hype, sending him wobbling towards the edge. Masakaz rushes forward but so does Hype. Masakaz grabs onto Hype and lifts him up with all the strength he has. Masakaz goes for the powerbomb but Hype reverses it in the moment and powerbombs Masakaz on top of the cage. Masakaz rolls away and off the top of the third cage onto the outside of the lower, second cage.

Brian Rentfro: Just drop down Masakaz and victory is assured!

Jon McDaniel: Not if Hype has anything to say about this!

Masakaz stands up and turns around just as Hype flies off with a suicide plancha right onto Masakaz. Masakaz hits the cage hard but Hype continues flying right off the top of both remaining cages and to the canvas below!

DING DING DING

Eric Eric Emerson: The winner of this match.... HYPE!

Hype grabs a chair from ringside and throws it up onto the top of the first cage and begins climbing back up.

Brian Rentfro: Hey hey this is over! What's going on here?!

Jon McDaniel: Oh no, it's not Brian.

Masakaz jumps down to the top of the first cage and Hype swings the chair with full force. Masakaz ducks but Hype continues spinning a full 360 degrees until he catches Masakaz in the head, knocking him down to the cage. Hype chucks the chair down back to the canvas below and goes to pick Masakaz up by his long hair.

DING DING DING DING DING DING

Brian Rentfro: Someone needs to stop this before Masakaz is injured! Things are getting out of control here!

Jon McDaniel: Interesting choice of words.

As "Confusion" by New Order continues to play Hype lifts Masakaz up over his back and hooks his arms, holding him there upside down. Hype steps back, his back to the crowd as Masakaz hangs partly unconscience on Hype. Hype jumps off, using the MasaDriver against Masakaz except at the last moment turns himself back a little more as he brings the back of Masakaz's head down against the chair. Officials rush to seperate the two men but Hype is the only one still moving. Hype stands up and stomps down his foot and salutes the fallen Masakaz, Order of Chaos style as he begins making his way back up the entrance ramp. Hype stands atop the entrance ramp and his wife joins him to wave back at Masakaz as he's helped put on a stretcher. Except.

Jon McDaniel: Is that what I think it is?!?!

Brian Rentfro: No way...

Alyza hands Hype the platinum "2010 Who's The Man?!" Championship and he raises it high in the air to the cheers and camera flashes of the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Flawless Victory?

Brian Rentfro: It can't be...

Jon McDaniel: We won't find out now.

He barely finishes as our logo flashes up on screen and brings the show to a close.