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


09-19-2008


As we fade in, we are taken back to Rampage a few weeks ago!

Jon McDaniel: We're back! Now we're gonna see who our guest is!

Suddenly the entire arena roars to life as “More Human Then Human” lights up the sound system, and Sirus Moran and Grifter, along with ‘Al’ appear on stage!

Jon McDaniel: OH WOW! It’s the GRIMMS!

Brian Rentfro: What are they doing here? They’re not booked!

Jon McDaniel: SHUT UP!

Sirus waves ‘Al’ to everyone, and Grifter high fives the fans as the two step into the ring. Sirus asks for a microphone, which Emerson gladly hands over, and he taps it a couple of times, coughs and then lifts the mic to his lips.

Sirus: I’d like to dedicate my first song to Jillian Hall, the greatest vocal artist in sports entertainment!

Sirus goes to sing, but Grifter rips the mic away. Sirus blinks at him, before smiling and asking for it back. Grifter is tentative, but agrees.

Sirus: I’m sorry! Of course you have a much better vocal talent then Jillian, why don’t you sing, Grifter?

He hands the mic back, and Grifter looks at it, looks at Sirus and then nods happily. He puts the mic up to his mouth and opens it and SINGS! But it’s in the voice of Ariel from the Little Mermaid.

Grifter: AHH AHH AHHH.. AHH AHH AHH!!!

Then the vocals lessen, (think the scene where she gives up her voice) and Sirus looks shocked, grabbing the mic back!

Sirus: No! NO!! SOMEONE’S STOLEN YOUR VOICE!!! Whatever will we do!!?

Grifter looks sad, he has no answer. Sirus looks around frantically.

Sirus: A kiss, a real kiss of love!! We need to find you someone who’ll love you!

Sirus then beams, and picks up ‘Al’, and turns to give him to Grifter.

Sirus: I know this will work!

Grifter finally raises an eyebrow, smirking and shakes his head. Sirus shrugs and lifts the mic.

Sirus: Ok, enough laughs. Actually, we’re out here for a serious reason.

The crowd settles, on the edge of their seat, listening.

Sirus: I’m not going to drag this out. I know I’ve always been a bit quirky, and some people question if I have all my marbles. The answer is yes, I do. I got the last one back from a kid who borrowed some a while ago to play with his friends. Good thing is he didn’t play for keeps, or I may have been shy a few. The point in, my head’s in the right place, and what I’m about to say isn’t a game.

Jon McDaniel: What could he be driving at?

Sirus: The thing is, I love wrestling, I love competing and working with everyone in the PWA. It’s my home, it always will be. But I have a family now, of my own. Not Grifter, or Randall… Not Samantha, Mack, or Fletcher. My own lady and my own Kid, and they need me at home. So, it’s with a heavy heart that I announce here tonight that I plan to retire. ..

A flurry of images begin on the screen, to the sounds of White Zombie..

I am the Astro-
Creep a demolition
Style hell American
Freak - I am the
Crawling dead - a
Phantom in a box
Shadow in your
Head say acid
Suicide freedom
Of the blast read
The fucker lies -
Scratch off the -
Broken skin - tear
Into my heart make
Me do it again yeah

More Human Than Human
More Human Than Human

Viktor Stone takes his second victory, nailing Project X with the Whippersnapper..

Matthew Engel flies with a perfect splash across Scott Nash Strader..

Duff connects with the Master of Puppets on Jethro, images from months ago..

Jethro catches Duff out of the corner and with a jack knife power bomb, takes a victory..

Jethro stands amazed with himself, holding the Grizzly Beer title high for the crowd to see...

I am the jigsaw
Man I turn the
World around
With a skeleton hand say -
I am electric head a cannibal core a
Television said
Yeah do not victimize
Read the mother
Fucker-psychoholic lies -
Into a psychic war I
Tear my soul
Apart and I
Eat it some more

Shots of Nightmare and El Rey fighting through several rounds of opposition, before standing triumphant..

A mostly drunk Project X taunts Chamelion from the ramp, costing him his match..

But not before Sandra charges from the back to deliver an assault.

More Human Than Human
More Human Than Human

Sirus: I know; retirement is a dangerous word to use; so many have retired only to come back time and again *coughRaizzorcough*, and I won’t lie; maybe down the road I’ll grace this ring again. But the fact is this; all comedy aside; I need to go home. My focus needs to be on family. SO, Grifter and I have decided to ask for one final match. Chamelion told me; pick ANY two PWA superstars I want to face.. past or present.. I asked about future, but he didn’t think that would work… so I thought about it all of five minutes.. and Grifter and I have made our choices.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, this is going to be good!

Sirus: We have picked… Rob Robinson, formally known as THE PHOENIX !

The crowd is mixed with cheers and boos on this announcement.

Jon McDaniel: Isn’t he retired!?

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion said past or present!

Sirus: And his partner, his best friend ever in the PWA… The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!

I am the ripper
Man a locomotion
Mind love American
Style yeah I am
The nexus one I
Want more life
Fucker I ain't
Done - yeah

A shot of Jamie Flynn flying high to the outside with a Suicide Devil's Plancha..

Riona emotionally, kneeling on the canvas, mere seconds away from a pin..

Quick shots of

Phoenix

Raizzor

Grifter

And Sirus...

More Human Than Human
More Human Than Human

Fade in to the Canad Inns Stadium at Winnipeg , as a horde of hungry fans cheer on the beginning of the end for one of Canada 's finest.

Jon McDaniel: Welcome everyone to the 2008 edition of MANITOBA MAYHEM!

Brian Rentfro: What a night we have in store for you, fans of the PWA! We have eight incredible matches lined up, with five titles on the line! There are many questions to be answered here tonight!

Jon McDaniel: One of the major mysteries is who President Sommers has lined up to replace Scott Nash Strader, who was taken out by Matthew Engel a couple of weeks ago with a broken collarbone!

Brian Rentfro: We know that Sommers does not like McNasty, so you can expect the choice to be a tough one. Maybe it's that Carry Me that's been appearing in recent weeks?

Jon McDaniel: My money is on Showtime, who has been seen on national television a lot lately!

Brian Rentfro: As long as it's not Gabe Shelley, one of the most worthless talents this fed ever had to deal with!

Jon McDaniel: No, for that, you look to Icetank! There is also the mystery of how the match between Sandra and Project X will go down, with so many stipulations involved in that encounter.

Brian Rentfro: You KNOW Project X will have the deck stacked against Sandra, I fear that Mrs. Sommers may soon be the new acquisition of X's, and forced into positions I can only dream of!

Jon McDaniel: We will also find out if Viktor Stone can made good on his promise to earn a world title bid by defeating Matthew Engel! And of course, our main event tonight, where the Raizzor and the Phoenix will team up for the first time ever, to take on the Brothers Grimm in the final match of their career!

Brian Rentfro: I hate to say this, but that match is going to be a tear jerker, no matter the outcome!

Jon McDaniel: As I said, tonight will answer many questions, and it's time to find out the answers! Let's go to the ring with our announcer, Eric Emerson, and our first match!

PWA World Tag-Team Title Match
Nightmare & El Rey (C) vs. The O'Connor Boys vs. Might & Magic

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and is a 3 way tag team match for the PWA Tag Team Championship!

A loud guitar riff hits the PWA P.A system and begins to pick up speed, until the voice of Dropkick Murphy's begin singing.

"You say its because we're boisterous
You hate us 'cause we got our dignity "

Eric Emerson: At a total combined weight of 295 pounds, originally from Dublin, Ireland ; now making their home in Boston, Massachusetts, and supposed former members of the IRA, they claim to be the only true Irish tag-team in the PWA.... The O'Connor Boys.

The identical twin brothers walk down to the ring. Behind them the Irish National Flag waves in a breeze on the PWA Big Screen. They stare at the ring and seem to be prepared for any kind of fight.

"We stand together so proud and strong
This is a place where we belong "
"We got loyal friends
We keep our heads held high,
We'll stick together you and I "

They arrive at the ring and roll under the bottom rope and calmly walk to their corner and await the match.

"But the blood that runs right down your wrist
Don't come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist "

Waiting on the entrance music of their opponents to hit the P.A system, the final words of the first verse finish and then the chorus plays:
Never alone...
The city streets are where we roam.
Never alone...
This is Boston it's our home.

Don't need no gang to watch my ass
Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass
In the midst of the chaos and insanity
I'm a member of the working class society
We'll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
But our will and spirit can never be beat

You can shoot and you can kick but together we'll stick
Through thick and thin not stick or stone
Can break the bond that has here grown
Arm and Arm We Fight As One.

Never alone...
The city streets are where we roam."

Jon McDaniel: It has been a while since we have seen Seamus and Sean O'Connor.

Brian Rentfro: Count your blessings.

Jon McDaniel: The must overcome the huge size advantage of both teams tonight. Especially the enormous Moke alone of Might and Magic.

Brian Rentfro: Add in his partner and they are a lethal combination.

Rammstein's "Amerika" cues up, and "Fantastic" Andy Stricklin walks out from behind the entrance curtain, the fans showering his presence with boos. Stricklin
cheers himself on, and then turns around, waving out the giant Moke Doshky - who is carrying Stricklin's famous potted plant - and Dragon. Both members
of M&M are decked out in jeans, boots, and beaters, with Doshky's mohawk not gelled up as it usually is. Dragon adjusts his headband as Stricklin snatches
the plant away from his client, and the trio walk down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, being accompanied by "Fantastic" Andy Stricklin, weighing in at a combined weight of 650 pounds, they are the team of Moke
Doshky and the Dragon...MIGHT AND MAGIC!!!

All three reach the ring, and Moke pulls himself up over the top rope as Dragon slides underneath the bottom one, Stricklin rushing around ringside to keep
the ring between himself and the entrance ramp. "Amerika" dies down.

Jon McDaniel: I think Moke gets bigger every time I see him.

Brian Rentfro: It is all of those bratwursts, the man eats like a cow.

Eric Emerson: Now introducing one half of the PWA tag team champions...

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie begins to play as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped
halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music. The arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as
the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in counterpoint.

~Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah~
~Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head~
~Step right up and feel the fire~
~Hardcore love of the never dead~

Eric Emerson: He hails from Los Angeles, California... he is Jonathon Wehali... he is...

Spotlights pan through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the entrance explodes with a spike of red Pyros as the monitors begin showing highlights
from Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after
another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended
in darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.

~Call me the American nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

As a shower of red Pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~

Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans.
Trailing behind Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.

~Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah~
~Lust and death gone in your head~
~Rat pack mind degenerated~
~Thirteen ghosts sing the body red~

Arriving at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd, placing his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with
the fans before turning to once again view the ring.

~Call me the dark intruder~
~Call me the haunted sea~
~Call me your Monster Zero~
~Call me anything you need~

Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top.

~Call me the American Nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

Nightmare walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red Pyros as the
song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to the back.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

Eric Emerson: His tag team partner the other half of the PWA Tag Team Champions...

"Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubio plays over the arena's speakers and out walks El Rey de Corazones (The King Of Hearts).

Eric Emerson: Introducing his tag team partner all the way from Villahermosa , Tabasco , Mexico , he weighs 245 pounds and stands at 6 foot 4 inches... he is the King of Hearts El Rey de Corazones!

El Rey walks down to the ring with his normal bouquet of red roses, he hands them to the ladies in the crowd before making his way into the ring. Both he and Nightmare are ready for the match.

DING! DING!

Nightmare, Moke, and Sean are all standing in the ring, they are waiting for one of the other to make the first move. They all move in and Moke quickly takes Sean out with a flying right hand to his face and him and Nightmare tie up in the middle of the ring. Moke hits a well placed knee to Nightmare's gut quickly picking him up over head with a over the head suplex. Nightmare is quickly up, defending his and El Rey's titles, but Moke catches him lifting him again, high up over head; this time, in a gorilla press slam. Moke looks down at Nightmare who is grabbing his back, he shakes his head and laughs at his opponents.

Jon McDaniel: Moke didn't want to take this opportunity, but he is making the best of it.

Brian Rentfro: I see the strategy, that is coming into play, with letting Moke Doshkey start off the match.

Sean climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives towards Moke's back with a cross body; Moke Doshkey stumbles forward into the dropkick by Nightmare. Moke, who had been stumbling forward, now begins to stumble back into a quick rool up pin by Sean.

ONE!

TWO! --

Nightmare on top of the action quickly pulls Sean away from Moke, breaking the pin at a count of two.

Jon McDaniel: Near pin there by Sean.

Brian Rentfro: They have been training, maybe it is paying off.

Nightmare has Sean up and whipping him into the ropes. As Sean is coming back, Moke delivers a huge clothesline to the back of Nightmare's head, he delivers a face on clothesline to Sean. Moke, the stronger of all participants, picks up Nightmare and whips him into the ropes. Nightmare, the ring wary veteran, baseball slides under and in between Moke's split legs he delivers a dropkick to the back of Moke's . back. Moke stumbles forwards right into a dropkick of Sean's, same as before, but the roles are just reversed. Both Sean and Nightmare want to get the fresh men into the match, so they tag in their partners. El Rey climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives onto the prone form of Moke Doshkey with a flying cross body splash. El Rey goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO! --

Seamus is there to make the save, by stomping on the back of El Rey's masked head.

Brian Rentfro: Seamus with a quick save there to stop the pin.

Jon McDaniel: It is hard to keep up with the action so far. Dropkicks, flying, whew!

Seamus grabs the wrist of El Rey and whips him to the ropes, El Rey hits the ropes and springboards onto the standing Seamus. He goes for another quick pin

ONE!

TWO!

-- Dragon in to make the save.

Brian Rentfro: Dragon having to make the save, because if Sean is pinned, El Rey and Nightmare retain the belts.

Jon McDaniel: You mean Seamus.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, how can you tell a difference?

Jon McDaniel: I think it is Seamus, yeah it is. Well, I don't really know. For now, he is Seamus.

Brian Rentfro: Ok, if you say so.

The referee gets Dragon out of the ring and El Rey is on top of Seamus with knife edge chops to his chest. Seamus is backed into the corner from the fierceness of the chops; El Rey jumps up and hurricanranas Seamus across the ring. El Rey runs, jumping onto the middle rope and lionsaults onto Seamus where he makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO! -

Moke Doshkey stomps on the back of El Rey, reminding the King of Hearts that he is still in the match. To further prove his point, he whips El Rey into the corner back first, quickly following is Seamus. Getting up a head of steam, he begins his charge towards the two in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: He isn't?!

Jon McDaniel: He just did.

Moke walks over to his corner and tags in his partner, The Dragon, who comes in with chops flying to both Seamus and El Rey. Dragon leaps to the middle rope, jumps up and backwards, with a spinning roundhouse heel kick to the temple of Seamus ; Seamus stumbles out of the corner and falls face first on the mat. Using Seamus' body as a leaping board, Dragon takes a running start with a running corner body splash. El Rey counters the devastating move with a heart kick to Dragon, who clutches his chest and falls backwards. El Rey climbs backwards up the corner and dives with a double ax handle smash to Dragon, who is still clutching his chest where the kick connected. El Rey makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- Seamus is there to pull El Rey off the pin.

Brian Rentfro: No love lost between Might and Magic and the O'Connor Boys, Seamus just preventing the champs from retaining the belts.

Jon McDaniel: Smart move, he wants to win as bad as the others in this match.

El Rey gets to his feet to meet a charging Seamus, knee to the gut and even flow DDT and the charging Seamus is on the mat. El Rey turns his attention to Dragon as Seamus begins to slowly make his way to his corner to tag in his brother Sean. Grabbing the wrist of Dragon, El Rey climbs to the top rope and delivers a perfect super elbow drop to the exposed shoulder of Dragon. He grabs the wrist again and makes his own way to his partner, Nightmare. He makes the tag and Nightmare dives from the top rope with an elbow drop of his own to the exposed and now reddening shoulder of Dragon. Grabbing the wrist, yet again, of Dragon, he whips the former PWA Japan champion, into the ropes; Seamus is still crawling to his corner.

Jon McDaniel: Recently, OCB hasn't done a whole lot.

Brian Rentfro: They are just out sized, out matched, and frankly out classed.

Dragon rebounds off the ropes right into a spinning back elbow from Nightmare; he hits Dragon with the Requiem for the Fallen.

Brian Rentfro: Its over!

Jon McDaniel: Seamus makes the tag to his brother.

Sean comes in and nails the side of Nightmare's temple with a big soccer kick; it causes Nightmare to roll off of The Dragon. Sean faces the standing Nightmare and begins to back him up into the corner with stiff forearm shots; Nightmare is shocked at the velocity of the blows and does his best to fend off the onslaught. Sean has him backed into the corner and is through the ropes Sean dives with an upside down reverse hurricanrana. Sean is winded from the move and Dragon makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- Sean delivers a soccer kick to Dragon's temple making him roll off of Nightmare.

Jon McDaniel: Dragon trying to steal a win there.

Brian Rentfro: Huh, didn't see anything.

Jon McDaniel: You ain't blind, you saw it.

Sean whips Dragon into a corner and charges in after him, but is caught by Moke Doshkey's big boot.

Brian Rentfro: Sean got caught up in the action and didn't realize the corner he whipped Dragon into.

Jon McDaniel: Shame too, they were doing so well.

Dragon, looking winded and exhausted, reaches up and tags in his tag team partner. Moke, steps over the top rope and looks to destroy anyone in his path. Sean gets up, he is ready for any type of fight, he is caught by a massive shoulder block from Moke; Sean goes down in a heap clutching his gut. Moke, unaware of Nightmare for the present, is hit by a spear from Nightmare; for good measure, Nightmare picks up Sean for a sidewalk slam.

Jon McDaniel: That could have caused Might and Magic the belts there.

Brian Rentfro: Cheap shot by Nightmare, hitting a man while his back is turned.

Jon McDaniel: He didn't, Moke was just paying more attention to Sean.

Nightmare charges to the opposite side ring ropes and hits a perfectly executed baseball slide to Moke, who rolls out of the ring from the impact. He bends down, picks up Sean and nails him with his finisher, the Requiem for the Fallen. He makes the cover.

ONE!

Seamus runs in to stop the pin, El Rey comes in as well and delivers two heart kicks, one to Seamus and one to a charging Dragon.

TWO!

El Rey looks and protects the pin attempt.

THREE!

Jon McDaniel: Nightmare and El Rey have overcome the odds in this match and retained the belts!

Brian Rentfro: It wasn't given to them, that is for sure.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and still PWA Tag Team Champions... Nightmare and El Rey de Corazones!

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match
Jethro Hayes (C) vs. Duff Cote d'iVoire

[An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside
of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After
about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's growling vocals.]

--Our father, thy will be done!--

[The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights surrounding
the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from the back wearing long, black leather jacket. Beneath this, he wears a black
tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.]

--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--

[He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy grin.]

--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--

Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is a member of the Masters of Armageddon,
Duff Côte d'Ivoiiire!

[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd
from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing a barrage of jeers at him as he laughs at their discontent.]

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

[Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for his opponent's entrance.]

The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen. Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Ain't much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.

~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while revving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.
Security personell come out and escort both Jethro and Duff out of the ring and out of the arena; they head backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Where are they going?

Jon McDaniel: I assume to their match.

A camera is set up backstage so that the fans in the arena can see the match on the PWA big screen. Out from the arena's back doors walk Duff and Jethro. The scene is showing a hog pen full of mud, weapons, and things not meant to be seen in a PWA wrestling match.

Brian Rentfro: I don't even want to think what all is in that pen.

Jon McDaniel: I heard that you had to clean it out.

Brian Rentfro: Damn if that's so.

In the back of the parking lot is a hog pen, on four sides of the structure is a wooden fence, to keep the combatants inside until the match is meant to be over. On the inside of the fence is 3 strands of barbed wire around the wooden fence, along with electrified wire fence; barbed wire is also weaved into the wooden fence. Inside the pen is hogs, mud, other brown substances, water, at least assume it is water, slop troughs, a shovel, and a metal slop bucket. Duff looks disgusted with the match that he must compete in, but the hatred for Jethro Hayes is even more evident on his face. Eric Emerson has walked out back with the wrestlers for the match, he has brung a microphone with him to announce the winner to the crowd as soon as possible.

Eric Emerson: Ding! Ding!

Brian Rentfro: What a hick match, I mean come on, really?

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, really.

Jethro and Duff make their way into the pen, but are stopped from beginning the match by a referee, he motions to Eric and says something to the two.

Eric Emerson: This is...

He pauses for a moment. He swallows.

Eric Emerson: A Hog Sloppin' match. To win the match, you must escape the pen through the gate, your opponent must be bleeding, and you must shut the gate back before any hogs can escape. If any hogs escape, the match must continue, after you have put the hog back into the pen.

Jon McDaniel: Interesting.

Brian Rentfro: Insane?

Jon McDaniel: Duff looks disgusted and Jethro looks like this is just another day at the farm.

The two are motioned that the match can begin and they tie up in the mud. Jethro with a quick forearm and elbow combination has Duff reeling. Duff is in the corner of the pin, near the electric fence, but not quite touching the power that forces its way through the wire. Jethro climbs up and nails Duff with three slow and very deliberate right fists. Duff pushes him back and Jethro slips in the mud. Duff taking the opportunity, charges at Jethro with a clothesline and Jethro is the first to get in the muck. Duff walks around to the head of Jethro and stomps away at the forehead of the current champion; it drives Jethro's face under the mud and Duff holds it there for a moment. Duff picks up the now soiled Jethro and delivers a massive body slam that causes the muck to splash up onto himself; Duff doesn't seem to mind now. Duff crawls up the corner of the pen, making sure to avoid the barbed wire and electric fence and dives with a double ax handle smash to the chest of Jethro. Kneeling in the mud, Duff places forearm after forearm shot to the prone Jethro before pulling him to his feet. Duff goes for a chop, but Jethro falls to one knee and delivers a huge right hand to the exposed ribs of Duff. Duff's eyes bulge out from the force of the blow and he seems winded. Jethro is quickly up and falling backwards, DDTs Duff into the mud; this causes Duff's face to go under the brown substance for a second. Duff comes back up sputtering for air and Jethro grins.

Brian Rentfro: I can smell it from here.

Jon McDaniel: Ok, Drama King.

Grabbing the back of Duff's head, he carries the sputtering man to the fence where he drags his face along the barbed wire until blood is left on the prongs and fence from the brutality.

Brian Rentfro: How brutal and cruel.

Jon McDaniel: I can't deny that.

Jethro looks at his handy work, smiles, and then splits Duff's legs over the electrified fence; Duff screams from the shocking pain.

Brian Rentfro: That isn't going to make Alexus happy, nope not at all.

Jon McDaniel: Nor Duff for that matter.

Jethro looks around and grabs the shovel, the part that goes into the ground is wet from the liquid. He holds it to the fence and near the middle of Duff's legs, blue sparks fly from the tip of the shovel to Duff's privates.

Brian Rentfro: Definitely not happy now.

Jon McDaniel: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Brian Rentfro: not funny, not at all.

Jethro takes a swing of the shovel at Duff's head but misses and as Duff is falling off the fence, finally, he pulls Jethro down in the muck with him. Both men are on the ground and in the mud, but Duff manages to grab a nearby slop bucket and swing it at Jethro as they both still lay in the mess. Duff struggles to his feet and brings a now woozy Jethro with him. Duff's face is pouring blood, but he seems tot to notice as he whips Jethro into the corner. Taking the back of Jethro's head in his own hands, he drags him across the barbed wire; but no blood is seen.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, wait, where is the blood?

Jon McDaniel: Don't know.

Duff grins at using Jethro's own trick against him, but frowns when he looks down at Jethro's face to show no blood. He curses and takes the face of Jethro again and drags it across the barbed wire, one more time. He doesn't even bother to look at Jethro, he drags it again across the metal spikes of the barbed wire two more times.

Brian Rentfro: Finally, blood... WHAT?! No blood?! How?!

Jon McDaniel: There is something hanging from Jethro's forehead, but what is it?

Brian Rentfro: Wait a second, that is that new skin stuff, damn cheater!

Jon McDaniel: He knew what the match was going to be going into it, it is his to do whatever he wants to.

Brian Rentfro: But cheating?

Jon McDaniel: Preventive medicine, that is all (chuckling) Not so dumb now is he?

Duff grabs the face of Jethro and plants vicious rights into his temple before beginning to peel away the many layers of new skin. Duff again, takes Jethro's face across the barbed wire.

Brian Rentfro: Bust his damn nose, he can't protect that with new skin.

Duff, having seemingly heard him, lifts Jethro to plant him face first onto the wooden fence; but Jethro's chin meets the wooden fence instead of his nose. There is still no blood; Duff whips Jethro into the wooden fence and as Jethro stumbles back, hits him with the Master of Puppets. As Duff turns to possibly drag Jethro's face across the barbed wire again, a hog runs into the back of his legs and causes him to stumble forward and Jethro is up and on top of him with a Lou Thesz press; Duff's neck is on the bottom strand of the barbed wire as Jethro pounds away at his face. Jethro pulls Duff to his feet and whips him across the pen back first into the metal gate. Duff stumbles away from the gate and Jethro hits a spine buster to Duff onto a wooden slop trough. Both men are obviously given out and are just fighting on adrenaline, but Jethro manages to whip Duff towards the opposite side of the pen into a wooden section of the pen. Duff reverses the whip and Jethro smacks back first into the barbed wire wrapped wood. Duff manages to charge at Jethro and deliver a running high knee. He then takes his head across the barbed wire face first, and finally to a grinning Duff there is blood pouring down Jethro's face.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, finally. How many layers did he have on?

Jon McDaniel: Obviously, not enough.

Duff looks to the side and finds the shovel, he begins to hit Jethro time after time in the head with the weapon. He is almost like a man possessed with the determination to do some damage. Duff whips Jethro into the metal gate, which is becoming extremely damaged and nails Jethro with the Master of Puppets. Picking up the shovel again, he chases the hogs back and nails a few of them with the weapon.

Jon McDaniel: Big man, hitting defenseless pigs.

Brian Rentfro: But a winning paycheck, not to mention a championship, is on the line.

He whips Jethro into the gate again and another Master of Puppets. He stumbles towards the gate, unhooks the electric fence and walks out of the pen.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEW PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... Duff Côte d'Ivoire !

Jon McDaniel: Duff overcame all the odds.

Brian Rentfro: Damn right he did, now I can go collect my cash from my bookie.

Jon McDaniel: What?

Brian Rentfro: Huh? I didn't say anything.
PWA Television Title Match
Viktor Stone (C) vs. Matthew Engel

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda ...

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains takes over the sound system. The smooth and undeniable guitar of Jerry Cantrell takes over your mind and body. His riffs are simple to begin the song, but they speak volumes. The crowd is a little confused.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...

The vocals of none other than Layne Staley kick in. His voice is unique, his tone is melancholy, but his message is pure.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Eric Emerson:...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...

Matthew Engel appears from backstage on the ramp way. Cantrell's guitar becomes amplified, as the song sinks deeper. Matthew Engel is wearing a dark green tuxedo, as usual. He has a black silk shirt, black tie, and black Oakley's. Silver and Green Pyros shoot off as he makes his way down to the ring. He is alone.

Eric Emerson: He is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon... he is "THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Matthew Engel is completely focused on the ring. He ignores the fans as he enters through the ropes. Cantrell's guitar takes it to high gear as the song comes near its end. Engel takes off his jacket, tie, and shirt to reveal a white beater underneath. He begins to stretch in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: This has match of the night written all over it.

Brian Rentfro: Match of the night, with everything that is reading on this baby, you might as well call it Match of the month.

Eric Emerson: And now introducing the Champion…

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up. Over his shoulder is the PWA TV Championship.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
Jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: Coming in at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the ramp way as Red lights flicker throughout the arena. On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford , CT …

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He is the reigning PWA Television Champion…he is VIKTOR “THE BEAST” STONE!!!!

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He places his belt on the turnbuckle and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, and Tattooed body. Stone grabs the title and thrust it in the air as the crowd goes wild. Viktor hands the belt over to the ref. He starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner, staring at Engel as he waits for the match to start.

*DING, DING*

Jon McDaniel: And the ref calls for the bell.

Staring the other man down, they make some rather crass comments to one another about how the match is going to end and some others things that may not be cleared for airing. Once this goes away, the two begin to go at it with a tight collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both men being of near- equal body type and height/weight, neither one of them manages to find a real advantage as they jockey for position.

Brian Rentfro: Hopefully they’ll hurry up and start beating the Hell out of each other.

Eventually, Stone gets the upper hand and applies a tight side headlock to Engel. He grinds the hold tightly, but Engel shoves him off the ropes. Stone bounces back on the rebound and knocks the Virus down with a Shoulder Block. Smiling that the advantage is his and not Engel’s, Stone bounces off the ropes and looks to take his head off with a Clothesline as Engel hops up, but Engel sidesteps the champion. Off the rebound, he SNAPS him over forcefully with a headlock takeover and now has The Beast dead to rights in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: These two are just about even in every way as far as stats. Stone excels in the mat and striking game while Engel’s most prominent in-ring trait is his adaptability. A master of not one particular style, but just unorthodox enough to give him the advantage.

Brian Rentfro: BOH-RING! Translation, Engel flies circles around people and Stone beats them into oblivion.

The Television Champion manages to pick himself up while Engel’s hands are wrapped around his neck. He shoves The Virus back to the ropes, but Engel bounces back and drills Stone with a Spinning Heel Kick! Stone staggers back trying to stay on his feet, but his opponent quickly cleans his clock with a few right hands! Staggering Stone back into the nearest corner, Engel wastes no time, measuring up his target and throwing several HARD Knife-Edge Chops!

WHOO!



WHOO!



WHOO!



WHOO!

Jon McDaniel: And Engel has the clear-cut advantage!

Brian Rentfro: Wait!

Stone jabs a thumb into Engel’s red eye, stunning him long enough to mount a comeback. He turns Engel around so he’s in the corner, then FLOORS Engel with a barrage of STIFF Snap Kicks to the chest and stomach of the opponent.

Brian Rentfro: Back in the driver’s seat! THAT’S why Stone is the champion and Engel is a mere challenger!

Jon McDaniel: I’d hardly call an athlete in the class of Engel a "mere challenger."

Stone paces for a moment rubbing his jaw and chest! He does a few jumps in place and starts to measure up Engel, but as he turns around a picture-perfect Dropkick from the Virus sends Stone scurrying to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: And this may be a smart move on the part of Viktor Stone. He needs to stop underestimating Engel because at the drop of a hat, it could very WELL be lights out for him.

Taking a reprieve in front of the announcer’s table, Stone thinks he’s very well safe from the onslaught of the former Intercontinental Champion. However, he sees an Engel-shaped blur out of the corner of his eye that looks like it’s trying too hard to fly.

Jon McDaniel: HOLY HELL! ENGEL JUST FLEW OUT OF THE RING AND CAUGHT VIKTOR STONE WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE!

Brian Rentfro: Why can’t the move live up to its name and break that fool’s damn neck?!

Both men try to pick themselves up following the high-risk maneuver from Engel. The Virus is up first and throws a few Forearm Shivers into the back of Stone’s neck before tossing The Television Champion back into the ring. Engel, seeing an opportunity to inflict more punishment, springboards off the second rope and brings down 220 pounds across the neck with a Corkscrew Leg drop!

ONE…



TWO…



NO!

Engel doesn’t let the lack of a win deter him, opting to punish Viktor further. He picks Stone up and fires him into the ropes, but Stone puts his hands on the mat and handsprings off the ropes and catch Engel running in with an Enzugiri…

LIGHTS OUT!!!

Brian Rentfro: HAHA! Viktor was playing possum! THAT is exactly why Stone is a Champion-class athlete! He knows where he is at all times!

Jon McDaniel: We can’t refute that a bit.

The kick to the head is paying dividends as Stone has safety from an Engel onslaught, Viktor pulls himself to his feet and goes to town on the fallen Engel with NASTY stiff kicks to the back! A trifecta of shots makes Matt arch his back and cry out in pain as Stone bounces off the ropes and PUNTS him hard in the face. To complete the set of moves, Stone springs off the adjacent set of ropes and flies high in the air, coming down HARD across the back of Engel with a Double Knee Drop!

Jon McDaniel: Viktor Stone with amazing height!

With a hideous scowl reminiscent of a guy in a horror movie that doesn’t like what he sees in the mirror, Viktor throws an endless supply of Boxing-esque right hands aiming directly for the back of the head of Engel. The Beast narrowly avoids the count and picks up Matt before whipping him into the closest corner and unloading more Punches.

Jon McDaniel: Stone is trying to prove a point. This week some harsh words from Engel seems to have started a fire under the Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Do you blame him? Stone has been on a tear ever since winning the TV Title and yet hasn’t been named Wrestler of the week of anything. What disrespect shown to a man that might be our next World Champion.

Jon McDaniel: I’m sure that Viktor has the respect of everyone in this company.

After unloading punches, Stone scoots back a few steps allowing Matthew to drop down in the corner. Stone hits the ropes running full-bore, PLOWING Engel in the head with a Low Running Yakuza Kick! Slowly, The Television Champion rolls Engel into the center of the ring and goes for the pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO!

Nearly putting a fist through the mat, Stone yells at the referee for counting slow. After the ref begs off a beating from Stone, Viktor turns his attention back to Engel. He goes to toss Engel into the corner, but Engel leaps to the second rope and goes for a cross body! Stone quickly hits the ground ducking the cross body attempt. But Engel is quicker than Stone to get back to his feet and as Stone turns around…

Jon McDaniel: SUPER KICK!

Brian Rentfro: DAMN!!!!

Engel drops atop Stone’s shoulders for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Great offensive counter by Engel. He almost had Stone off that big-time Super kick!

Brian Rentfro: That’s bull rap! He should’ve been DQed for using the ropes!

Jon McDaniel: He was on the turnbuckle, stupid.

Brian Rentfro: Same thing!

Engel measures up Stone and tries taking his head off with a low Roundhouse Kick, but Stone dodges the oncoming kick. Turning around, Engel walks right into a nasty Over-the-Shoulder Jawbreaker to stun him. Buying himself some time, Stone tries to whip Matt to the opposite side of the ring again, but Engel reverses by planting his boot in Stone’s gut near the ropes. He dashes at the champion again…

Jon McDaniel: HOLY HELL!

Brian Rentfro: DAMN, HE FLEW!

Stone catches Engel at the apex of his jump and HURLS him over the ropes with an Exploder Suplex that dumps the former IC Champion out to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Think you for flying “The Beast” Airways…hahahahahaha…

Engel has yet to recover from the gruesome impact of the Exploder, but Stone couldn’t care less about Engel’s well-being. Stone smirks and wraps both arms around Engel’s back before driving him HARD back-first into the ring apron! Engel cries out in pain from the back-to-back brutal maneuvers, but Stone ignores them completely and rolls him back under the ring. Fully convinced he’s got this match wrapped up, he drives a forearm into Engel’s face with the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Engel manages to save himself some energy with the errant foot on the ropes. Stone realizes Matt may still have a little in him, lifts him up. Viktor yanks Engel’s head down before STIFFLY driving a succession of knees aimed at the forehead!

Jon McDaniel: And now Stone is showing off those MMA style knee strikes.

Brian Rentfro: HEY! If Engel wants to disrespect the champ, he better be prepared for exactly THIS. Stone is an ANIMAL in that ring, plain and simple. Matthew showed studied Stone’s match with PX, so he could understand what type of rage Stone has.

Smelling blood, Stone takes him down to the mat with a DDT and begins to let the knees go, throwing each knee as hard as he possibly can. After about ten or so knees, Stone backs away, gritting his teeth at Engel who notices the open wound.

Jon McDaniel: Damn it! Engel’s been busted open! He’s bleeding a little bit, but the longer this goes, the longer it could go in Stone’s favor.

Rolling the woozy Engel over, he goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!

The self-proclaimed Virus of PWA throws a defiant shoulder up, but Stone doesn’t waste any time dishing out more brutality with several nasty kicks to the head as Engel tries to mount a comeback. He staves off a few of the kicks by blocking them and throwing several rights to halt Stone’s momentum, but another powerful knee to the face inhibits his comeback. Stone slashes a thumb across his throat to say "I’m done with this shit!" and looks for some move resembling a Fireman’s Carry.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Stone is setting Matt up for that Verge of Sanity move.

Brian Rentfro: Get ready to ring the bell, ref.

But Engel is able to kick his legs out…

Jon McDaniel: REVERSE DDT!

Brian Rentfro: Damn nice counter, but is it enough to change the tide?!

Buying himself some time from the Beast’s blitz, Engel grabs his head and wipes some of the excess blood away with his hand before rolling over and climbing to his feet. Stone, not liking this horrid turn of events for the match, swings wildly at Engel, but the Bailey’s Bay native ducks the oncoming blow and plasters him with a Jumping Knee ala Triple H! Two kicks to the ribs stuns The Beast long enough for Engel to whip him to the ropes. Stone reverses and tries for a Short-Arm Lariat, but he ducks under the move, wraps up Stone in a Half Nelson before driving the back of Stone’s head to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: That came out of nowhere!!!

Jon McDaniel: That’s that Half Nelson Leg sweep! Engel quickly goes for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THR… KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: So close to getting the win right there, but Stone’s managed to stay in the game so far.

Holding up three fingers to the referee doesn’t sway the ref in favor of Engel, so he just continues the assault by picking Stone up and hurling him into the nearest corner. From there, Engel ascends the turnbuckle and introduces The Television Champion to a series of hard Elbow shots to the forehead that the fans count along with.

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Brian Rentfro: HAHA! Great counter there!

Jon McDaniel: DAMN, what a move! Stone either from weak legs or smart thinking, drops down. Letting Engel fall face first onto the turnbuckle.

Showing great in-ring presence, Stone grabs Matt by the waist and lifts him in the air as he walks out towards the middle of the ring. Engel, showing that there is a reason why he has won many titles in his career, drops an elbow right into the bridge of Stone ’s nose. Stone lets go and Engel lands on his feet. Stone staggers back into the corner as Engel gets a running start!

Jon McDaniel: Engel leaps over the top rope while grabbing Stone’s head and driving his neck down across the top rope!

Brian Rentfro: Hey…ref, you gotta WATCH THAT!!!!

Stone’s head snaps back with vicious looking speed as he falls back to the mat. Stone gets no chance to recover as Engel yanks him out of the ring. Engel wraps Stone up and moves a little to the right.

Jon McDaniel: What’s he got planned now?

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

With damn near blinding speed, Engel is able to spin the TV champion around and plants him into the thin mats with an Unprettier style DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, God. If Stone’s nose wasn’t broken before it is now!

Smug and proud of his handiwork, Engel slides Stone back into the ring. He props him up in the corner so everyone can see the blood rushing down Stone’s face. Matt wipes the blood that is now freely flowing from his forehead. Matt uses those power legs to lift Stone straight up and sit him on top of the top turnbuckle!

Brian Rentfro: This is not looking good; Come on Stone…hit the low blow!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think Stone is there enough to do anything but bleed!

Matt hooks Stone up and lifts him straight in the air. It looks like he is going for a superplex, but quickly falls backwards, dropping Stone down into a Screwdriver style piled river.

Jon McDaniel: MY GOD!!! Did you see how Stone’s neck compounded!!

Engel drapes an arm over stone, wrapping the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE… SHOULDER!

Fighting on some combination of madness and self-preservation, the Television Champion shoots a shoulder off the mat, driving Engel into a hissy fit. Trying to restrain himself and not let Stone get to him, he steps back and leaps in the air driving his forearm right into Stone’s nose. Stone’s leg’s kick out in pain as he starts to roll around in the ring. Engel picks Stone up and fires him back into the corner. Engel wisely steps into the corner with him and starts to rub his forearm onto that injured nose, making it hard for Stone to get air. The ref rushes in and breaks the two up as Stone stumbles once again into Engel’s clutches.

Jon McDaniel: Engel has Stone wrapped up and down to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Stone is gonna have to start firing back with something or this could be over in any minute. But Matthew Engel being the ring Vet he is, has targeted that broken nose, knowing it would make breathing hard for the champ.

Brian Rentfro: Engel went for that cheap shot at that broken nose, which shows why he should not be allow to win this match. He wouldn’t make a respectful champion!

Jon McDaniel: I’m sure he hears your concerns and will change his ways just for you.

Gradually, Engel’s face looks like he is wearing a red mask, but he doesn’t care as he pummels Stone into the canvas. He picks Stone up and wraps him up in a Million Dollar Dream, but drops his arm and turns it into a choke. Before the ref can say anything Matt lifts up and drops Stone down to the mat. Releasing the hold, Engel rolls Stone over and wraps him up in a Tequila Sunrise.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is leaning back with the hold in to apply a lot of pressure. It’s hard enough to breathe with a broken nose, it becomes harder when you are on your stomach and someone is sitting on you!

Stone is reaching with all his might for the ropes, but the more he reaches, the more Engel leans back. The ref drops down to check on Stone. Stone pushes the ref out of the way with his free hand and finally touches the ropes.

Ref: BREAK!!!

Engel keeps the hold on for a few seconds longer before letting up. Stone is trying to push himself up off the mat, but Engel drops the leg across the back of Stone’s head, driving his face back into the mat. Stone is breathing very hard as Engel lifts him up. Matt fires some brutal elbow shots into Stone’s face.

Jon McDaniel: THAT last shot has Stone on dream street.

Brian Rentfro: Don’t count Stone out just yet…

Engel goes for another Elbow shot, but Stone takes him off guard by spitting his own blood into Matt’s eyes. Matt stumbles back and Stone quickly wraps him up. Stone drops down while holding on to Engel and gets the roll up pin...

ONE…

TWO…

THREE… NO!

Jon McDaniel: Engel kicks out!!! And you can see Stone is in no shape to keep the leg hooked.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, I thought he was down for sure this time!

Deciding now was the end of Engel’s lengthy stay in tonight’s match, Stone wraps The Virus own arm around his neck and applies a tight Cobra Clutch-like maneuver. Shaking the life vehemently out of a bloody and winded Engel, Stone pauses and with what looks like all his might Suplexes Engel onto his neck. Stone sits up after nailing the move only to fall back to the mat gasping for air.

Brian Rentfro: And that is why Stone is the Television Champion. The man is able to pull out the stops just when you think he has nothing else left in the tank.

Jon McDaniel: As true as that is. We’ve seen Engel fight out of tough situations time and time again! He has done what he needs to in order to keep The Beast from getting too big of an offensive run. But it has taken a toll on him as much as it has Stone.

The ref looks at both men and starts his 10 count. The crowd looks on as both men roll to their stomachs.

ONE…

Stone pushes himself up, only to fall back to his chest.

TWO…

Brian Rentfro: Come on Champ!

Both men are now up on all fours.

THREE…

Stone is the first to be on his knees and he looks over to Engel. With a burst of speed, Stone lunges at Engel, only for Matt to quickly get a knee up into the chin of Stone.

Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!

Matt rolls over to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. As he is doing so, Stone starts to pull himself up in the corner. Bloody face and all, the two men stare at each other from where they are in the ring. Slowly the two make their way to the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Stone is up! Engel is up! What are they doing…?

Brian Rentfro: It looks like they are about to let it all hang out.

Stone staggers and meets Matthew in the middle of the ring. He swings wild and Engel answers back with two closed fist.

LEFT…

RIGHT …

The ref yells about the closed fist as Engel brushes him off and fires a few more shots before sending Stone into the ropes. Stone comes off the ropes and ducks the big clothesline. But before Stone can do anything, Engel quickly turns around and locks Stone is a waistlock.

Jon McDaniel: Engel has him on the ropes now, but does he have any more fight left in him?

Brian Rentfro: Annoyingly so!

Stone tries to fire some elbows back at Engel, but Matt has the hold in good. Engel squats down, making sure that he has a good base and throws all his weight backwards!

Jon McDaniel: German Suplex!

Engel rolls over while keeping his arms locked around Stone’s waist. He stands up dragging Stone up with him. He lifts Stone up but instead of nailing another German Suplex, Engel plants Stone face first with a Wheelbarrow Face buster.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE...NO!

Brian Rentfro: I’ll give Engel credit where it’s due, he’s been with Stone almost every step of the way, but that overrated prick is gonna get his! Wait and see!

Jon McDaniel: THIS is the Engel that has won all those championships!

The arena is on their feet as Engel hooks Stone up and over and spikes Stone down HARD with another German Suplex. Wobbling to his feet, the punch-drunk Stone tries to elbow his way free from the second one, but Engel ducks an oncoming shot and HURLS him up and over with the third one. Engel hops on the turnbuckles taking a measure of Viktor Stone, who is lying virtually out on the canvas. Engel leaps off of the turnbuckle and nails a picture perfect Senton Bomb! He covers.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE… KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: THAT was a very close one! Engel has Viktor Stone on the ropes now. He’s just one move away!

Brian Rentfro: No, NO, NO!

Engel is livid that Stone has kicked out and he is measuring Stone and looking to end it.

Engel: GET UP, GODDAMN IT!

Stone wobbles his way up and Engel kicks him in the gut. Engel hoists Stone over his shoulder while holding onto their legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around his opponent's head….

SONS OF PLUNDER… NO!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know how he pulled it off, but Stone lands on his feet!

Stone reaches out one of his free legs to the ring ropes and the ref rushes around to make sure the leg is fully on before calling break! As the ref checks the leg, Stone turns his head inward biting Engel on the side!

Brian Rentfro: HA! Got him!

Engel lets go and Stone drops to the mat. Engel goes to stay on Stone, but Stone quickly reaches up and yanks the ref towards Matt. Engel and the ref sandwiches into each other! Stone quickly rolls over and reaches into his baggy jean pocket and slips something onto his fist. Stone quickly reaches under the ref and nails Engel with a punch in the groin! Stone slips whatever was on his hand back into his shorts as Engel drops to his knees. Stone gets up and pushes the ref out of the way. He slips behind the fallen Engel and grabs his arms almost as if he is about to set him up for a surfboard submission hold. But instead he raises his left foot and brings it down onto the back of Engel’s head, driving Matt’s face into the mat…

Brian Rentfro: WHY SO SERIOUS!!! Goddamn, I remember Stone saying he was going to show off the newest finisher in his arsenal. But I didn’t think it wouldn’t be that brutal looking Curb Stomp!

Stone looks down at Matt for a moment. He taps his temple before dropping down. Stone hooks up Engel’s leg and the ref drops down for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

As the ref’s hand hits the mat for the third time, Stone rolls back onto his knees. The blood running down his nose and has streamed down his chest. The ref hands Stone the TV Title. Stone slowly stands up and looks like he is barely up to stay up...

Eric Emerson: THE WINNER…AND STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION….VIKTOR “THE BEAST” STONE!!!!

Stone reaches down and smears some of Engel’s blood on his hand and wipes it on the TV Title. He turns his head towards the camera and stares at it for a moment. Not saying anything, but all who sees knows the message.

Jon McDaniel: What a brutal match! Since the new rule for the TV title was implemented, these matches have become just about as exciting as any world title match!

Brian Rentfro: Even more so, because you have to not only win it, but defend it three times, and that is exactly what Viktor Stone has achieved here tonight! He gets a world title shot!!

Jon McDaniel: It’s by the rules of the President when he gets the shot, however, so Stone now has to turn his attention to President Sommers and find out… and that wait could be forever!

Brian Rentfro: So, what happens now with the Television Championship?

Jon McDaniel: Ya know, that’s a good question, Brian! One I’m sure we’ll have answered very soon! Let’s move on to our next match!

No Disqualification, No Count-Out Match
Moke Doshky vs. Scottie "The Panther" Snow

Eric Emerson:: The following match is for one fall and is a no disqualification and no count out match. Introducing first, from Memphis , Tennessee ...Scottie "The Panther" Snow!

The familiar intro of the Pink Panther theme starts to play as the arena lights dim slightly. Scottie “The Panther” Snow runs out to the top of the entrance ramp, does a bad kung fu pose, then high tails it to the ring.

Eric Emerson:: And his opponent...from Bonn , Germany ...Moke Doshky!

The arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the PA. Fantastic Andy Stricklin comes out onto the entrance ramp in his usual garish attire. As the music picks up, he motions to the entry-way and "The World's Strongest Man" Moke Doshky comes out. Stricklin leads Doshky to the ring, holding the ropes for Doshky, which Moke ignores, stepping over the top rope and into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Snow is coming in strong to this match, with two wins over the big German already.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, are you high? Seriously. Scottie paid King Agony to get involved in the match to get those wins, and even still they weren't by pinfall or submission. The best Snow can hope for tonight is not to get killed by a very angry, very large German.

Jon McDaniel: But don't forget, Brian, Moke has already had one match tonight, so he's tired and beat up. Snow just has to take advantage of that!

Brian Rentfro: What, by hoping that Doshky only beats him up for a little while before he gets bored and quits?

The bell rings and the two men circle each other. Snow runs at Doshky, but Doshky easily catches him in an iron claw, which he uses to lift snow up and choke slam him. Doshky puts one foot on Snow's chest.

Brian Rentfro: Here we go!

1...

2...

Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: I'll be damned.

Snow gets to his feet only to be whipped to the ropes so hard he doesn't bounce off them, he flies over them! Doshky heads to the outside, tosses a chair into the ring and then tosses Snow in behind it.

Jon McDaniel: This isn't going to be pretty.

Doshky performs a leg drop and covers the prone Scottie Snow.

1...

2...

Doshky pulls Snow up by the hair.

Jon McDaniel: Doshky is showing off, making up for the tag team match earlier tonight.

Doshky picks Snow up and locks him in a bear hug.

Brian Rentfro: It's all over, Jon! No one has escaped the Mokey Squash!

Snow looks panicked, but can't get free. His face is rapidly turning red when he suddenly head butts Doshky in the face. Blood spews from Doshky's nose, causing the startled German to drop Snow to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: I think Scottie just broke Doshky's nose!

Brian Rentfro: Huge mistake by Snow, now he's gone and pissed off the big man!

Snow tries to follow up on his head butt but Moke swats the attack aside and Gorilla Presses Snow above his head.

Brian Rentfro: Blitzkreig time!

Doshky releases Snow as he brings his left leg up for the Blitzkreig. Snow manages to twist in midair, grabbing Dosky's head and taking him down with a neck breaker!

Brian Rentfro: Jon, what just happened?

Jon McDaniel: Snow got Doshky off his feet is what happened!

Snow quickly covers.

1...

Doshky tosses Snow off of him with Snow landing on top of the steel chair.

Brian Rentfro: Well, it looks like it won't matter anyway. Doshky's still got some gas in the tank.

Doshky slowly starts to get to his feet, resting his left knee, obviously being careful with the right knee.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like Doshky might have hurt his knee on that.

Brian Rentfro: Well, he did already fight a match, maybe he hurt it there?

Snow sees Doshky getting up and grabs the steel chair as the crowd cheers. Doshky looks over at Snow just before the chair connects with Doshky's knee. Moke rolls on the mat, clutching at his right knee. Snow keeps up the attack on the knee with the chair as the crowd chants along with each hit.

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

On 10, Snow brings the chair down on Doshky's head and drops down to cover.

1...

2...

kick out!

Jon McDaniel: I'm starting to come around to your side, Brian. If ten chair shots couldn't keep the big man down, what else can Snow do?

Snow goes to pick up the chair again but this time Doshky catches it as he swings. Doshky yanks on the chair, pulling Snow in for a short clothesline. Doshky gets to his feet and picks Snow up, once again Gorilla Pressing him high in the air. As he releases Snow and bring his left leg up, his right knee buckles and Doshky crashes face first onto the mat with Snow landing on top of him and rolling off.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Moke is going to have to go back to the Mokey Squash to finish this one off.

Snow is in the corner, pulling himself up as Doshky slowly gets to his hands and knees. Even more slowly, Doshky manages to straighten up, now kneeling on both knees. Snow suddenly charges out of the corner and spears Doshky, bending the huge German backwards, his legs folded double beneath him.

Jon McDaniel: Scottie just hit the Snow Plow!

Brian Rentfro: And look at Moke! His legs are under him, how's he gonna kick out?

Snow hurries over to cover!

1...

2...

3!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Scottie "The Panther' Snow!!!!!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: I don't believe it! Scottie "The Panther" Snow just won a match!

Brian Rentfro: Not just A match, Jon, but the most important match of his life! Now Rob Robinson is going to manage his career! What the hell is going on with the world?

Jon McDaniel: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!

Brian Rentfro: Riiiiggghhht! Now, our next match……….

The arena lights dim as indigo stage lights face toward the entrance... some music starts softly with a bell noise.

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never follow you
I would never bother you

Never speak the word again
I would crawl away for you

I would stay away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

Jon McDaniel: Who could this be?

Brian Rentfro: Oh, My God!

Marcus steps out onto the stage. He takes a deep inhale letting the world rest on his shoulders. He's wearing tights that go past his knees and low cut shoes. On his body is on old school blue PWA shirt. He looks straight at the ring and begins to easily walk down the aisle. He doesn't touch any of the fans hands as he comes down, but he knows they are there.

Jon McDaniel: That’s Showtime! Showtime’s back in the PWA!

Brian Rentfro: The fans seem happy to have him back!!

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Lets talk about someone else
Stinging silver begins to melt

Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never felt to fail.....

Marcus enters the ring with a mic in his hand. The crowd gives him a good applause and he has a pleased look is on his face. It takes about thirty seconds for the crowd to quiet enough for him to talk.

Marcus: Hi. (the crowd goes mildly ecstatic for this)

Marcus: Well Mr. Charm-Lion told me to come out here tonight because he had a big surprise for me. And I don’t think he’s bringing back the PWA Japanese title, so ummm I’m ready, Mr. Sommers.

(Marcus puts the mic down and waits a second, then waits for Chamelion’s music to hit. ‘Come with Me’ starts up and the crowd roars, turning their collective attention to the ramp, as Chamelion steps out, with his own mic and nods down to the ring.)

Chamelion: Well, well, Marky Mark! I have to say, I never expected you to actually step foot into that ring again. I mean, sure, we’ve had our differences from time to time, but when I re-started the PWA, you were one of the very few hold outs that just seemed to truly be retired. Now, as for your opponent, who did I find for you?

He pauses and grins mischievously.

Chamelion: Is it MVP? (Pause as the crowd boos) The Mask Lard? ( A mixed reaction, including laughter) Or maybe even Angel? (Huge roar of approval for that one) No…I got someone even better.

(The lights go out completely out and Alice in Chains “Man in the Box” begins to play)

Chamelion: Oh I had to go Thailand to find him, and pay a little extra to get him to come here but for one night and one night only, standing six foot three, weighing in at two hundred fifty five pounds, ladies and gentlemen I give you…..JAY!!!!!!!!!!!

(Out comes Showtime’s former tag team partner. Yet gone are what made him a person. He is a maniac, a sociopath, a danger. He has on long dark red tights, a shaved head and a blank stare on his face. He looks as muscular as ever. In the ring Showtime seems unworried about this taking a step back in the ring and waiting for Jay. Jay slides in seemingly unaware who Showtime even is. Back on the stage Chamelion still has a nice grin on his face)

Chamelion: Oh and to help you out Marcus this match is no DQ!

No Disqualification Match
Showtime vs. Jay

With that the bell rings. Marcus runs at Jay but is met with a stiff kick to the stomach. Backing up and sucking air he ducks a lunging close line from Jay. Jay turns back around and throws huge hooking punches and kicks. Marcus tries to block his strikes but is back into the corner before Jay grabs his him by the head and tights and throws him into the center of the ring. Jay then runs and misses and elbow drop.

Brian Rentfro: I am still in awe to see Showtime back here in the PWA! And now Jay, as well!!

Jon McDaniel: These are the former members of Sudden Impact, one of the great tag teams in PWA History. Showtime looks great, but Jay? He hardly looks like a former Undisputed Champion!

Marcus rolls out of the ring but Jay follows him, throwing him into the ring post. Jay kicks Marcus in the ribs a few times, but after three kicks Marcus grabs his ankle and does a dragon twist take down. Jay sits up only to hit with a drop kick. Almost unharmed Jay gets back up and punches at Marcus who ducks and goes behind him for a leg sleep.

Brian Rentfro: Showtime with great presence, almost as if he has no ring rust!

Jon McDaniel: Not what I expected, but a great showing none the less!

Rolling back into the ring into is Marcus. Jay gets up on the apron but Marcus hits a spinning kick. Marcus climbs the turnbuckle and jumps in for a cross body on the outside but Jay grabbed a chair while on the ground and smacks him with it. Marcus is out on the floor and Jay gets up and goes under the ring looking for more weapons. He comes out with a wooden bat. As he turns away Marcus has crawled away under the ring. Jay looks around confused until a hand reaches out from underneath the ring and grabs his ankle. Marcus pulls him under the ring with him.

Brian Rentfro: Like rising from a grave!

Jon McDaniel: But we can’t see what’s going on under there!

For a few moments both men remain under the ring. Finally Marcus comes out from under the ring. He crawls into the middle of the ring breathing hard. A few seconds later Jay comes from the ring too by the announce table. Jay’s arms have been tied to his body using wiring. Marcus gets up and runs towards the ropes and hits a front flip to the outside knocking Jay down. Marcus staggers back up and grabs a chair by the announce table. He repeatedly strikes Jay, who is just trying to get to his feet. Jay falls down and the wires loosen enough that he can wedge himself out.

Brian Rentfro: Showtime hog-tied Jay and beat him senseless!

Jon McDaniel: This is a more vicious Showtime then I ever recall seeing.

He relentlessly goes into the ring towards Marcus who just stares and measures him up. He runs at Jay with a flying forearm but is caught and Jay takes him down locks in the Canadian Cross face. Marcus grabs the ropes but there is no reason for Jay to break the hold. Jay wrenches back as Marcus tries to pull himself out of the ring. Finally Marcus falls to the ground rolling around grabbing his arm. Jay gets out there and begins to stomp him all over yelling at him.

Brian Rentfro: Seems to be they’re both very vicious. They have old scores to settle, these two.

Jon McDaniel: Perhaps Chamelion was doing them both a favor, or he expects them both take each other out permanently.

Jay goes to the stairs and smashes his own head off of it and smiles and a cut forms on his forehead. Marcus gets up but Jay is behind him and picks him up for a high arching German suplex. Marcus is lifeless as Jay rollovers in the German suplex to do it again. But Marcus grabs his wrist to try and break the hold. Jay answers this with hard head butts to the back of Marcus’ neck. Marcus gets Jay’s arms away from him but the head butts cause him to fall his knees. Jay then locks in a full nelson. Marcus on both knees is screaming, finally Jay picks him still in the full nelson and whips him into the stairs.

Brian Rentfro: A hard hit, and Showtime is down!

Jon McDaniel: Neither one can seem to keep the advantage for long.

Marcus has his back laying against the stairs. His eyes barely opened, as Jay climbs on the apron by the other ring post. He runs on the apron towards Marcus and uses his body like a missile and dives head first. Marcus barley moves out of the way and Jay’s head knocks the top part of the stairs off, but his knee catches Marcus in the show. Jay seems knocked out and Marcus can barely move.

Brian Rentfro: Suicide dive takes both men out!

Jon McDaniel: Jay didn’t connect the way he intended, but he got enough of Showtime where it counts to slow both men down.

Marcus gets out from underneath Jay’s body. He moves the stop part of the stairs of the way so the bottom flat part remains. Standing on it he kicks Jay a few times before wrapping his arms around his waist. Marcus struggles with the dead weight of Jay but lifts him up into a power bomb but lets Jay’s body slump back down and he drops him for the End Product. Jay’s face is covered in blood as he lies on the floor. Marcus grabs him and rolls him inside. With Jay on his back Marcus grabs his legs and does a walk over Boston crab.

Brian Rentfro: That’s gotta be all right there!

Jon McDaniel: The End Product followed by a quick submission move! Jay is done for!

The ref checks to see if Jay is going to tap but its obvious Jay isn’t conscious and after a few seconds calls for the bell. Marcus doesn’t break the hold right away and stands all the way up. He raises his hands and in exhaustion falls holding onto the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: What a match! These two were brutal!

Jon McDaniel: Showtime with an impressive return victory! The question remains, can he carry the momentum towards a championship!?

Brian Rentfro: If he stays around long enough to climb the ladder, I promise you’re looking at a future World Champion!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t doubt that at all! As they clear the ring, with Showtime walking painfully up the ramp, it’s time to turn our attention to the next match.

Stipulation Match
(IF X Wins, he gets Sandra for a night. If Sandra wins, X must forever leave her alone!)
Project X vs. Psycho Sandra

Former PWA senior referee Duane Cross is in a corner of the arena, mentally preparing himself for his big comeback in the zebra shirt. Project X approaches him.

PX: We’re up next Duane, you all set for the big occasion?

Duane: It feels good to be wearing the shirt again.

PX: Yeah, well don’t let it go to your head. It happens just like we discussed, got it?

Duane: Yeah... I guess.

Project X pulls out a wad of cash and hands Duane Cross $500.

PX: Here, 500 up front, and 500 after the result goes my way. You’ll have the electricity back on in no time.

Project X goes on his merry way, happily whistling to himself.

Duane: I hate my life sometimes.

As Project X’s footsteps fade away into the distance, Chamelion suddenly steps into shot. Duane looks at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Chamelion: Hey, Duane. Can we talk?

The camera cuts back to Project X who is now walking out into the parking lot, towards the production truck where some homeless guy is waiting for him.

PX: Hey Bob, I’m kind of in a hurry, you ready?

Homeless Bob nods and Project X swings open the door to the production truck. The PWA employees inside are startled by PX’s presence.

PX: Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the PWA payroll. My friend Bob here has a job to do, and if any of you interfere with him, you’ll have me to answer to.

Employee: But...

Project X glares at him and he falls silent before handing a set of tapes to Bob.

PX: Okay Bob, watch my match closely and if you see a situation developing that relates to one of these tapes, then I want you to play that tape, got it?

Bob nods.

PX: Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an entrance to make!

PROJECT X VS PSYCHO SANDRA

The camera cuts to centre ring were Eric Emerson is waiting.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like to introduce the special guest ring announcer for this match, Bud Adams!!!

Jon McDaniel: What the Hell?

Bud saunters out to no music and the sound of crickets chirping. He looks as awkward as he feels as he climbs up the steps and steps in through the ropes, grabbing the mic off of Eric Emerson.

BUD ADAMS: Um... hello, people of Manitoba .

Silence.

BUD ADAMS: Alrighty, are you guys ready to have some fun!?

Silence. Bud clears his throat.

Brian Rentfro: I’m embarrassed just watching this.

BUD ADAMS: Introducing, the special guest referee and the special guest enforcer, Duane Cross and “The Ventriloquist” Rod Tidwell!!!

Jon McDaniel: Rod Tidwell!?

Brian Rentfro: Project X and Tidwell used to tag back in the W4F and won a tag title together. They were kind of an odd couple team. Looks like Project X is stacking the deck in his favor before the bell has even rung.

Jon McDaniel: I hope Sandra knows what she has gotten herself into.

Duane and Rod make their entrance to Rod’s music. The few people in the audience with memories old enough, give a polite applause as Rod slaps some hands and happily waves to everybody. Duane Cross looks nervous as he slides into the ring and takes his position.

Brian Rentfro: He seems about as cheerful as ever.

Bud Adams takes a cue card out of his coat pocket and reluctantly begins to read from it.

BUD ADAMS: Um... Now introducing... A God amongst men... A hero to children everywhere... Sex in a jumpsuit... The man, the myth, the legend... the greatest PWA World champion of all time... A future hall of famer... The man everyone aspires to be... The one, the only... Project X!!!

“Hysteria” by Muse hits the PA and Project X strides out at his most arrogant, absorbing the shower of boo’s that greet him and feeding off of them. He walks out with the confidence of a man who knows that this one is in the bag. He steps over the top rope and yanks the mic away from Bud.

PX: Thank you Bud, for such a heartfelt introduction... Now as you all know, my conditions for taking this match were that if I win, I get one night with Psycho Sandra, and that I get to name all the stipulations... I just never specified when I’d name these stipulations.

Jon McDaniel: Uh oh.

PX: So, let me come right out and say the first stipulation involved in this match. Should Chamelion show his face at any point during this match, I will win by default, and get his wife for one whole night! He doesn’t even have to touch me, just coming out of that curtain will be enough... So, with that in mind, Sandra baby, come on out!

Psycho Sandra’s music hits and she steps out in a rage, but as she does so, her music suddenly cuts out and is replaced with “Close to You” by The Carpenters. She stops out of pure confusion as pink and red confetti rain down on her from the sky.

Brian Rentfro: This isn’t the kind of entrance we are accustomed to seeing from Psycho Sandra.

Jon McDaniel: This must be the work of Project X’s guy in the production truck!

Brian Rentfro: I wonder what else he has in store for this match.

Sandra finally brings herself back to the task at hand and is even madder than before when she looks up at Project X beaming down on her. She charges and slides into the ring, Project X attempts to grab hold of her but she is too quick and throws all her body weight into a spear that takes PX by surprise and drives him down into the mat.

DING! DING! DING!

Sandra is so furious, she doesn’t even think about her moves, she just throws a constant barrage of left, rights, head butts and bites at the grounded Project X.

Jon McDaniel: Project X has nearly a foot a half on Sandra, as well 225lbs and control of the stipulations, but maybe this is not quite the formality that everybody was thinking it was going to be!

Project X finally grabs a hold of her and flings her off. He gets to his feet but she is up quicker and drop kicks him right in the balls to groans from the male portion of the crowd. PX hunches over and Sandra drives her knee hard into the bridge of his nose. He collapses in a heap and goes into retreat mode, rolling to the outside. Sandra isn’t letting him off the hook that easy and springboards herself odd of the top rope and down onto Project X.

Brian Rentfro: Sandra is kicking ass!

Jon McDaniel: She is like a woman possessed. She is out to show that no definitely means no in this case!

Project X crawls away as Sandra gets back to her feet, but she is relentless and keeps up her pursuit. Just before she catches up to him he reaches Bud Adams at the ring announcer table and shoves him off his chair. Sandra comes up behind Project X but Project X swings around and catches her right in the face with the steel chair.

Brian Rentfro: I think he might have chipped one of her teeth!

Jon McDaniel: That has to be a disqualification!

Duane Cross seems unsure of what to do in the ring until Project X grabs the ring announcer mic.

PX: Oh, sorry. Did I forget to mention that this match is no disqualification?

Jon McDaniel: What the... he’s just making up the rules as he goes along!

Brian Rentfro: Of course he is, that’s why he agreed to the match in the first place.

Project X grabs the chair again and smashes it across Sandra’s back. She writhes in pain as she turns over and he drives it down into her gut. He rolls her back into the ring and tosses the chair in with her.

Jon McDaniel: Project X has now taken control of this match and things aren’t looking good for Psycho Sandra.

Project X takes the chair and inserts it in between the gap of the top and middle turnbuckles and points to it, showing his intent. He picks Sandra up and backs her into the opposite corner. Then with an almighty tug, he sends her rushing at full velocity, head first right into the chair with an awesome CRACK! She falls back, eyes in the back of her head, and blood oozing from her forehead.

Brian Rentfro: Well that’s no good! You don’t want blood coming out of her for your one night with her!

Jon McDaniel: I think that’s all she wrote!

Project X looks out at the crowd smugly as he slowly drags the unconscious Sandra into the centre of the ring. He is about to make the cover when he spots out of the corner of his eye, a 7 month pregnant Lucy Adams being escorted to an empty seat at ringside. He gives Bud a “What the Hell is this!?” look and Bud simply shrugs back at him.

Brian Rentfro: Wow, she got big!

Jon McDaniel: Of course she did, she’s pregnant! That seat has been empty all night, I wondered who would buy front row and not show up.

Project X abandons Sandra and slides to the outside of the ring to confront Lucy and ask her what she’s doing here. The camera’s go close in so we can hear the conversation.

PX: What the Hell Lucy, are you stupid or something!?

Lucy: I got a free ticket from the PWA offices. I wanted to see you in action.

PX: Yeah, I bet you did. This is Chamelion’s doing. Just stay here and don’t get invo...

Project X’s sentence cut off by the crack of a steel chair to the back of his head from Psycho Sandra. PX falls against the barricade, blood coming from the back of his head. Lucy is shocked and stands up face to face with Sandra and slaps her hard to an “Ohhh” from the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: Cat fight!!!

Jon McDaniel: One of them is pregnant Brian!

Brian Rentfro: CAT FIGHT!!!

Sandra raises her hand in retaliation but seems to hesitate when it comes to slapping a pregnant woman. This gives enough time for Bud Adams to run across and shove Sandra hard.

Jon McDaniel: Bud is sticking up for his wife, but I don’t think he’ll want to stay in this fight.

Bud seems to tremble when Sandra locks her eyes on him, but before anything can happen, Rod Tidwell gets in between them and instructs Sandra to get things back in the ring. Sandra happily obliges and rolls PX back in as Bud has an animated conversation with his wife at ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Pfft, women eh?

Sandra mounts PX and knee’s him right in the balls. She then picks him up and nails him with The Lobotomy.

Jon McDaniel: That’s it, Sandra’s going to do it!

Psycho Sandra makes the cover and hooks the leg. Duane Cross looks a little unsure about what to do but gets down to make the cover, making sure to count very slow to give PX every chance of kicking out.

1...

2...

3!

Sandra jumps up and begins to celebrate. Duane Cross raises her hand but it is all interrupted by the pre recorded image of PX appearing on the ADCTron.

PX: Sorry Sandra, but I’m afraid this match can only be won by submission. Did I not tell you that? Start it up again Duane!

Sandra bites her bottom lip really hard, even drawing blood from it as Duane calls for the bell to restart the match.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think there is any possible way that Psycho Sandra can win this match! Project X would just make some crazy rule to stop her doing so!

Brian Rentfro: Yup. I heard that PX booked the penthouse suite in the best hotel in town for tonight.

Sandra takes out her frustration by putting some stiff kicks into the ribs of Project X. PX groans back to life and tries to move out of the way but she persists with kick after vicious kick. She throws in another kick but this time PX catches it and trips her to ground. He gets to his feet and she does as well. She bounces off the ropes and comes charging at PX but he seizes her by the throat. He goes to lift her into The Probe but she jumps into it and wraps her legs around his arm and shoulder, taking him down with a tweak of pressure and transitioning into a fujiwara arm bar to a big pop from the crowd.

Jon McDaniel: Project X is in pain! He might have to tap!

Brian Rentfro: She could pull that arm right out of its socket!

She yanks back on the pressure but fortunately for Project X he is within touching distance of the ropes. Duane Cross begins a 5 count as Sandra refuses to let go.

Jon McDaniel: Why isn’t Sandra letting go!?

Brian Rentfro: Because it’s no disqualification! She’s using Project X’s own rules against him!

Duane Cross gets to 5 but there is nothing he can do, so he just lets Sandra keep the hold and checks if PX wants to quit to which he shakes his head.

Brian Rentfro: Project X has waited too long for this, there is no way he is going to just up and quit! She is going to have to break that arm!

Jon McDaniel: That’s a pretty big arm, can she do it!?

Brian Rentfro: She’ll damn well try!

Sandra applies more and more pressure as Project X cries out in pain He shouts for Rod Tidwell to come and help him but he is too busy smiling, and talking to fans at ringside. He shouts for Bud but he is still deep in conversation with his wife. Out of pure desperation, Project X uses the ropes to pull both him and Sandra to the outside where they tumble to the floor, forcing Sandra to break the hold.

Brian Rentfro: Nice desperation move from Project X!

Sandra took a hard fall, so PX is the first one to get up. He tries to shake the effects out of his arm before aggressively picking Sandra up and whipping her into the steel steps.

Jon McDaniel: If Project X was playing around before, then he is definitely all business now!

He grabs the microphone and wraps the cord around her neck as he strangles her. The mic picks up his taunts as he does so and Sandra’s gargled gasps.

PX: Scream for me Sandra! That’s all I want you to do!

Sandra’s face turns a shade of purple and Project X releases her. He picks her up and rolls her back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: The blood loss combined with the loss of oxygen can not have been good for Psycho Sandra.

Sandra is still gasping when PX steps into the ring, trying to get the oxygen into her lungs. He picks her up and grips her by the throat, strangling her again. She fights his grip, but he sinks it in tighter. He looks into her eyes and smiles beneath his mask. As she begins to turn purple again, he heaves her up into the air and drives her down into the mat with The Probe!

Brian Rentfro: Probe!

Jon McDaniel: It won’t make a difference though, this match is submission only!

Just then, a pre recorded PX once again appear on the big screen.

PX: Pinfalls are once again legal in this match after the 10 minute mark... and would you look at that, it’s after 10 minutes!

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on! This is just getting ridiculous!

Project X makes the cover and Duane Cross goes down to count.

1...

2...

2 ¾

Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: She kicked out of the Probe!

Brian Rentfro: Wow, she just doesn’t want to put out does she?

Project X shakes his head in disbelief that she kicked out and shouts and Duane that he wasn’t counting fast enough.

PX: Remember the agreement Duane!

Project X gets up and puts the boots into Sandra as we cut to yet another image on the big screen, but this time it’s Chamelion and he is heading out to the production truck. We then quickly cut back to the action in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What was that all about?

Brian Rentfro: It looks like Chamelion’s going to do something about all those rule changing tapes Project X has been airing. He may not be able to come out here, but that doesn’t stop him going out there.

Project X had been paying the screen no attention and was continuing to put a beating onto Sandra. He now has her on the apron and begins to ascend to the top rope with a hand full of her hair.

Jon McDaniel: He has something in mind her and you can beat that it’s not good!

PX heaves Sandra by the hair up onto the top turnbuckle with him and seizes her by the throat.

Jon McDaniel: Oh no...

Project X jumps off the top rope, with Sandra and drives her down hard, head first, onto the mat with a Probe from the top rope!

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God!

Brian Rentfro: Well, that’s it, she’s done.

Project X goes to make the cover.

1...

Something comes on the big screen.

2...

It’s a sex tape! Project X breaks off his cover as it dawns on him just whose sex tape it is. His jaw drops as he sees himself as well as... Lucy Adams.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my...

Brian Rentfro: ...God!

Project X turns and looks down at Lucy, she seems just as shocked as he is. Bud is standing beside her and shaking with absolute anger.

PX: Take it bitch! Who’s your daddy!?

Lucy: Yes! Yes! You are SO much better than Bud!

Project X has lost all sense of what is going on in the ring which allows Sandra to recover and get back to her feet. She gestures for Duane Cross and mouths something that looks like “Now!” to him. Project X puts his hands on his head, not quite believing what he is seeing as Sandra comes up from behind and rolls him up in a tight pin. Duane Cross jumps down into position and makes an EXTREMELY fast count.

1

2

3!!!

Duane Cross calls for the bell and sprints for the backstage area.

Jon McDaniel: What the Hell just happened!?

Brian Rentfro: I think Chamelion made it to that production truck and I think Duane Cross has cut a deal with the green man. Wouldn’t be surprised to see Duane in PWA more often from now on!

Project X pops out of the pin and is shell shocked that his well laid plan has come crashing down on him. Sandra looks down on him in disgust and he shakes his head back at her. The camera moves in close to hear the exchange between the two.

PX: It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

Sandra turns to leave.

Jon McDaniel: As per the rules, Project X now has to leave Chamelion and Psycho Sandra alone.

Before Sandra can leave, PX blurts out.

PX: Marry me!

Sandra freezes and turns.

Jon McDaniel: Did he just say what I think he said?

Brian Rentfro: Uh huh...

Project X gets down on one knee, takes off his mask and reaches into his jumpsuit to produce a ring.

PX: I was going to save this until after I had the night with you but plans change... Sandra, divorce Chamelion and marry me. I’ll make you happier than you ever thought possible!

Sandra seems to be moved and takes the ring from Project X.

Jon McDaniel: No way!

She puts on the ring and tries it out. She then balls her hand into a fist and punches PX right in the face with the diamond protruding from the ring. PX falls to the mat, gripping his unprotected face, but Sandra climbs onto him and pummels him with the diamond ring, opening up numerous cuts all over his face. Rod Tidwell then slides into the ring and pulls Sandra off of Project X, standing in between them. PX staggers back to his feet, pouring blood when suddenly Tidwell turns and boots him in the gut. He then throws him in towards Sandra who looks at him confused.

Tidwell: I never did like the guy.

Tidwell smiles and slides out of the ring as Sandra lifts Project X up and nails the Lobotomy. She then takes off the ring and throws it onto his helpless body.

Sandra: The answer’s no, bitch!

Jon McDaniel: Sandra just put an exclamation point on her total rejection of Project X!

Brian Rentfro: Everyone is betraying Project X tonight, I wonder if he’ll ever recover!

Bud Adams steps into the ring with a microphone and a steel chair, his face a furious shade of red.

Sandra gestures to the helpless PX.

Sandra: He’s all yours!

Bud: First I have a job to finish. I’m always a professional... The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall, Psycho Sandra!!!

The crowd pop and Sandra nods at Bud before leaving and giving him time alone with Project X.

Bud: There is only one thing that I need to know Lucy... Is the baby mine?

Lucy Adams if going puffy with tears at ringside. She thinks carefully on it before finally shaking her head for “No”. A giant “Ohhhh!” ripples through the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: The shit just hit the fan and we are all covered in it!

Jon McDaniel: You knew it was going to happen sooner or later!

Bud begins to shake with intense anger and turns towards the still out of it, Project X.

Bud: Get up you son of a bitch!!!

Bud marches over and shakes PX awake with his boot.

Bud: Look me in the eyes you piece of shit!!!

Lucy: Bud, stop!

Jon McDaniel: This is a side of Bud Adams we have never seen before!

Brian Rentfro: Someone cheating with your wife and getting her pregnant will do that to you!

PX groggily gets up onto his knee’s, his head still in a daze. Bud totally snaps and swings the chair...

CRACK!!!

The chair collides with skull and a huge gash opens up on Project X, blood runs into his mouth. The blow knocks him back onto his back but he is aware enough to roll out of the ring and try and get to safety but Bud Adams will have none of it. He climbs out onto the apron and shouts at PX.

Bud: Come back here and finish this coward!!!

He jumps off the apron and swings the chair at the back of his head.

CRACK!!!

Project X falls onto his hands and knees, blood dripping all over the place, his eyes not all there.

Brian Rentfro: Bud Adams is going to town on Project X!

Jon McDaniel: The match with Sandra has taken a lot out of him and he is now too weak to defend himself!

Project X tries to crawl up the ramp, leaving a trail of blood as he does so. Bud keeps kicking him in the ass along the way. Lucy can barely stand to watch and we are treated to the awkward sight of a woman who is 7 months pregnant, climbing over a barricade. She waddles after Bud.

Lucy: Bud, please!

Bud points a threatening finger at her, his eyes that of a mad man.

Bud: I’ll deal with you later!

Project X is half way up the ramp when Bud raises the chair again and brings it down across his back.

CRACK!!!

PX convulses with pain as the tears stream from Lucy’s face.

Bud: Do you love him!?!?!

Lucy: I...

Bud: I said, DO YOU LOVE HIM!?!?!?!

PX: Lucy... help...

Bud: You shut your dirty mouth!!!

CRACK!!!

Bud: I thought we were friends!!!

PX: ... bud...

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

Bud: Fine! You’re not my friend, and you’re not my wife! You’re both about to see what happens to my enemies!

Bud drops the chair and grabs PX by the wrist. He starts to heave him up the ramp and struggles against the dead weight but manages to slowly shift him up, inch by inch.

Lucy: Somebody stop this!

Bud finally gets Project X up to the very top of the ramp and goes searching for somebody.

Bud: Where’s the pyro guy!?

Bud pops through the curtain and finds the area that controls all the pyro for the show. He sees the guy in charge and goes straight for him.

Bud: Give me the switch!!!

Pyro Guy: I can’t possibly...

Bud: I said give me!!!

For the first time in his life, Bud successfully intimidates a person, such is his rage. He gets the pyro switch and storms back out onto the ramp where PX is trying to move but not really getting anywhere. Lucy is trying her best to help him along.

Bud: Get away from him Lucy!!

Lucy: Bud...

Bud: You heard me!!!

Lucy backs off and Bud grabs Project X by the hair, yanking his face over to one of the pyro ejection holes. He yanks him and makes sure he is face down with his face directly into hole.

Jon McDaniel: No Bud! No, don’t do it! There’s no going back!!!

Bud stands on Project X’s back to make sure he can’t move. PX manages to muffle out something with his face buried in the hole.

PX: ... bud... I'm sorry...

Bud: Well friend, I’m afraid I’m all out of forgiveness!

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bud hits the switch and Project X’s face goes up in flames as the pyro explodes directly into it. A chilling scream can be heard as he rolls over and passes out from the intense pain. A couple of stage hands rush out a forcefully toss Bud aside and spray a jet from a fire extinguisher down onto Project X who has stopped moving.

Jon McDaniel: I... I... I don’t know what to...

Brian Rentfro: What have you done Bud?

A team of medics rush out with a stretcher and treat Project X.

Jon McDaniel: Folks, the word we are getting is that Project X is still breathing okay but he is unresponsive. We will keep you up to date on the situation as best we can through PWA.com.

Brian Rentfro: I don’t think there is any coming back from this McDaniel.

Jon McDaniel: Let’s just hope everything turns out okay... Project X has now been loaded onto the stretcher and is being wheeled into the back. We are not showing you the images because his face is too badly burned and may upset younger viewers. I think now it's best if we just turn our attention back to why we are here. Next up, what could possibly be match of the night! Let's go to ring side!

PWA Intercontinental Title Ladder Match
Jamie Flynn (C) vs. Riona Langly

Eric Emerson: The following contest will be contested for the PIONEER WRESTLING ALLIANCE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP... AND IT WILL BE A LADDER MATCH!!!! The first competitor to climb the ladder and retrieve the championship will be the winner. There are no pinfalls, submissions, count outs and disqualifications!

Brian Rentfro: This has the potential to be a 5 star, total classic... or a gore-fest. Either way, this is totally already one of my MOTY candidates!

Jon McDaniel: It hasn't even happened yet, how can you be so sure?

Brian Rentfro: Because if I don't, Riona's crazy internet fans will lynch me!

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. Th figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front hiding her face as she silhouettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 140 pounds...

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers to switch back to blue.

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.

Eric Emerson: She currently resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and is a former 2 time PWA Grizzly Beer Champion...

### My first cry never-ending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops in front of the ladder in the middle of the entranceway, and just stares... and gives it the bird before walking around it. She stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking bup into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

Eric Emerson: RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

Brian Rentfro: Riona doesn't look too pleased with Jamie's choice of gimmicks here. But I am... I've got a great view for when Riona climbs...

Jon McDaniel: Ignoring that... But yes, she's shown her distaste for ladders in the past...

Brian Rentfro: Well, y'know, she's only won one in her national career, and that was a squash. She crushed this girl Adrianna Garcia in like, 5 minutes in PCW... Otherwise, she's had nothing but bad luck under these rules.

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the house lights dim, the image of a red ouroboros flashing on the monitor...

Eric Emerson: Introducing her opponent, from Seattle, Washington...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

### Who are you to wave your finger? ###
### You must have been outta your head ###
### Eye hole deep in muddy waters ###
### You practically raised the dead ###

### Rob the grave to snow the cradle ###
### Then burn the evidence down ###
### Soapbox house of cards and glass so ###
### Don't go tossin' your stones around ###

### You must have been... high ###
### You must have been... high ###

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...

As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to the ring. He stops at the ladder sitting in the middle of the isle and smirks, patting it and pointing to Riona. Riona looks like she's trying to pretend that as she continues to stretch and loosen up.

Jon McDaniel: Meanwhile... Jamie looks pretty damn satisfied with himself here . Riona has got to be kicking herself for letting Flynn choose the gimmick.

Brian Rentfro: Riona's had it coming though. All those times that she chose the gimmick in her two reigns as Grizzly Beer Champion, she's had this karma coming. It's time for Riona Langly to be out of her element to win.

Jon McDaniel: However, you gotta remember... each time that Riona DID not choose the gimmick in Grizzly Beer matches, she won. She beat Vicious to win the title in a Chairs Are Legal match, she beat SNS at High Stakes in the Explosive Barbed Wire Death Match, and then she beat The Kumquat Kid in the Carnival Nights match at A Farewell to Arms.

Brian Rentfro: So, it's the irresistible force meeting the immovable object again, eh? And it was a C4 Barbed Wire Rope Texas Time Bomb Death Match to be precise.

Jon McDaniel: Whatever...

### Foot in mouth and head up ass ###
### So whatcha talkin' 'bout? ###
### Difficult to dance 'round this one ###
### 'til you pull it out. boy, ###

### You must have been... so high ###
### You must have been... so high ###

Eric Emerson: He is the Pioneer Wrestling Alliance Intercontinental Champion... JAMIE FLYNN!!

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing his Intercontinental Title high into the air with one arm and soaking in a few more moments of the crowds' admiration.

### Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo ###
### Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye! ###
### When you pissed all over my black kettle. ###

### You must have been... high! high! ###
### You must have been... high! high! ###

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring. The referee for this match, Andrew Jansen, is handed the IC Championship from Flynn and calls for the harness to be lowered. Johnson hangs the title in the harness and points upwards, and the championship begins to rise towards the top of the tent that covers the ring in the case of rain. Both Riona and Jamie watch it as they finish stretching in each of their respective corners, waiting for the bell and for hell to begin.

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Riona immediately starts the match as she rushes at Jamie and delivers a quick running forearm that pushes the champion back into the corner. She follows it up with a stiff European Uppercut that sends Jamie reeling. Riona looks to follow it up, but Flynn recovers and shoves her down to the mat. Riona tumbles backwards to her feet, and the two immediately race forward, each putting a hand behind the other's head as they start to slug it out in the middle of the ring! Jamie starts getting the advantage in this exchange, as Riona's strikes start to slow down, so he presses the advantage by pulling her forward into a gut-wrench position. Snapping to, Riona powers out of the hold and spins around to Jamie's back, grabbing his arm into a hammerlock. Riona pushes down on the arm, already restarting the work that had been done on it 3 weeks ago on Rampage, and Flynn immediately tries to counter by reaching for Riona's head. Riona pulls back though, so Jamie goes to plan B and starts hammering elbows behind him, smacking Riona in the face several times before she lets go of the hold. Jamie spins around, and is met with an old friend as Riona blisters a chop right across his bare chest. Jamie visibly grunts from the pain, and quickly fires back one of his own. Riona hesitates from the impact, and Jamie makes for the ropes, hoping to catch Riona off guard with a nasty jumping knee to the face. However, Riona instinctively dodges off to the side, running the ropes herself behind Jamie to catch him with a Lariat, but Jamie ducks and smashes a EuroCut right into Riona. To Jamie's dismay, Riona doesn't go down with the blow, instead using the momentum to nail Flynn with a Discus Lariat that sends Flynn scrambling to the mat. Jamie quickly recovers, getting to his feet, only to be met with a classic Arm Drag as Riona flings him to the mat, and keeps ahold of his previously injured left arm.

Brian Rentfro: These two are not wasting any time in making this a physical competition.

Jon McDaniel: As if there was any doubt.

Brian Rentfro: No, and Riona is showing her dominance too. You go, girl!

Jamie finds himself at a disadvantage as Riona has all the leverage in this scenario and she's not afraid to exploit it as she yanks on the arm and hammers down forearms to the back of the neck for good measure. Jamie manages, despite Riona's attempts, to get back to his feet and spins the hold around to where the two of them are in a collar and elbow tie-up. Jamie gets the advantage and pushes Riona back into the ropes, where he breaks the hold and smashes a forearm right into her face. Riona turns her head a bit from the impact, and then roars back with a nasty forearm of her own that pushes Jamie off of her. Riona rushes forward and slams her knee into Jamie's gut, spinning him with a kitchen sink and sending him right back down to the mat, where Riona reapplies her arm bar. Riona continues to throw pressure into the arm, hoping to re-injure it and go right back to where she was 3 weeks ago. However, Jamie quickly gets back to his feet, even with Riona's pressure, and tries to elbow his way out of the hold, but Riona dodges her head enough to where his elbows can't hit her. After a couple attempts, Jamie hits a desperation move and slams his leg into Riona with a low blow. Now, this doesn't hurt her like it would a male opponent, but it does cause Riona to break the hold, and there's nothing that Andrew Jansen can do about it. Riona slumps down to one knee, but Flynn brings her back to her feet and into a waistlock before lifting her up and throwing her in a Overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex. Riona instinctively rolls onto her stomach and gets on all fours, but Jamie uses his speed as he bounces off the ropes and slams his feet right into the side of Riona's head with a nasty stiff running dropkick.

Jon McDaniel: That dropkick must have been one Hell of a wake-up call for Riona.

Brian Rentfro: I don't know, Jon. Seems more like it would have knocked her out cold.

Jamie pulls Riona back to her feet and whips her into the ropes, but Riona manages to grab ahold of the top rope and stop her momentum. Jamie charges her and attempts to boot her face off with a Yakuza kick, but Riona ducks out of the way and Jamie instead crotches himself on the top rope. There's a bit of a groan from the male side of the audience, and shock on Jamie's face as he bounces a bit on the top rope, but he's not there long as Riona runs the ropes and slams her Reebok right into the side of Jamie's head with a Yakuza kick of her own that sends Jamie straight to the floor. Riona follows him down, and grabs him by his short hair, holding it as she nails him with several of her stiff forearms. Jamie quickly rakes the eyes to stop Riona's momentum, and then whips her right into the barricade, following her and ramming a knee right into the side of her head as soon as she hits the barricade. After a couple more knees to her skull, Jamie grabs Riona by the hair and throws her over the barricade and into the crowd. Jamie follows her over the top, but is surprised as Riona smacks him in the face with a thrown chair! Jamie staggers from the blow, and Riona pulls him forward into a front-face lock before DDTing him right into the concrete floor. Riona pops to her feet and quickly cracks Jamie in the kidneys with one of her stiff soccer kicks that turns Jamie over to his back before she mounts him and starts to hammer him with stiff elbows. The crowd around the pair cheer wildly as Jamie regains control, swinging his legs and turning the mount over so he's on top before he starts to pummel Riona with punches of his own.

Brian Rentfro: God damn! Didn't anyone ever teach Flynn not to hit a woman?

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn't let Riona hear you say that. When she enters that ring she's a warrior first and a woman second.

The pair go through several reversals before Jamie regains control and breaks the mount. Jamie catches his breath a bit as Riona rolls to her feet with her back turned to Jamie. She turns around just in time to see Jamie as he spears her right into the gut and into a set of abandoned chairs. Jamie pulls Riona out of the chair and immediately sends her back to the floor with a body slam. Riona arches in pain, but Flynn adds to that as he drops an elbow right into her sternum three times in rapid succession. And to finally put her down, Jamie grabs one of those abandoned chairs and folds it up before slamming it down in a nasty chair shot. Looking down at his rival, Jamie turns towards the ramp and starts to leave as a group of fans help Riona back up. Jamie gets a foot on the top of the barricade to leave, but suddenly Riona flies back into the match as she runs up and grabs his neck, hitting an Ace Crusher that sends them both over the barricade and onto the steel ramp. Quickly bringing Jamie to his feet, Riona involves the ladder on the ramp for the first time in this match as she whips Jamie right into it, knocking it over. Jamie stumbles to his feet as Riona reaches over the barricade and grabs another folded chair. Riona rushes at Jamie, looking for a knockout blow, but Jamie just barely ducks the attempted headshot, and straight kicks Riona right in the stomach as she turns around. Riona drops the chair as she stumbles up the ramp, and Jamie picks it up and chucks it right into her head as he follows. The chair strikes hard, and Jamie follows it up as he runs up and curb stomps Riona's face right into the ramp!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Brian Rentfro: Holy shit is right. If Riona's not busted open I'll be surprised as Hell.

Jon McDaniel: Surprisingly, she isn't.

Jamie yanks Riona back to her feet with a handful of hair, and heaves her right into the steel entrance set shoulder-first. Riona takes a seat with her back to the set, but this turns out to be a very bad idea as Jamie picks the chair back up and runs at Riona, jumping up and dropkicking the chair right into her face! Riona slumps down face first into the set, but even Jamie knows that this isn't going to stop Riona for too long, and then he spots the glass panels on the side of the set that look like the Canadian flag. Dragging Riona to her feet, he smashes her with a couple of elbows before giving her a stiff knee to the gut and pulling her over to the glass. He shoves Riona up against the wall and to keep her there, adds in some nasty stiff elbows that could be heard in the upper-reaches of the stadium. Stepping back to get some space as Riona leans against glass dazed, Jamie charges forward to spear Riona... AND SHE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! JAMIE SPEARS HIMSELF RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS! The Winnipeg fans go crazy as Jamie lies in the glass motionless. Taking a moment to look at the title hanging over the ring, Riona turns back to Jamie and follows him into the bowels of the set. Taking ahold of Jamie by his shorts, Riona pulls him to a knee before locking in a butterfly lock and giving him a double arm DDT right into the glass! Jamie rolls to his back and we see that blood is starting to flow down his forehead from the glass. Riona has a smirk on her face as she sees Jamie's blood, and yanks him back to his feet once more before doubling him over with a knee to the gut before pulling him into a standing head-scissors. The crowd immediately reacts, but Jamie knows exactly the predicament that he's in and drops to his knees, taking Riona down to the floor with a takedown before he stands and slingshots her right into another panel of glass! The glass doesn't break, so Jamie rolls to his feet, slams a few elbows into his rivals back, and then SENDS THEM BOTH THROUGH WITH A RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE LIFT!!!

Jon McDaniel: These two are going to kill one another at this rate.

Brian Rentfro: The rivalry between these two borders on homicidal hatred, I swear.

Both Jamie and Riona lie motionless on the ramp, and it's Jamie that's first to his feet. He stares down at Riona, who is slowly starting to move, and looks at his title before walking back towards the ring. He's looking a little rough and haggard as he reaches the forgotten ladder and picks up and carries it down to the ring. Sliding it in, he turns to see Riona still down on the ramp, and slides back in, setting the ladder up. He positions it just right under the belt and starts to climb, a little gingerly thanks to the blood in his face and Riona's work on his left arm. He reaches about half way to the title before the crowd comes alive and he gets thrown off of the ladder by Riona, as she springboard dropkicks the ladder. Jamie flies off and onto the top rope throat first, springing into the air and onto the mat. Riona doesn't waste time trying to set the ladder back up as it lies on the mat, instead rolling to the outside and reaching under the ring, grabbing her favorite trash can full of weapons and tossing it into the ring. She looks behind her, grabs the chair that she brought down from the entrance set and throws that into the ring as well, smacking it on Jamie's face as it lands. Finally, she reaches down once again and pulls out, to a big pop, a TABLE! She slides this into the ring with her and leaves it there as she reaches grabs the lid of her trash can and measures Jamie up before she smacks him right in the face with the handle side of the lid! Jamie falls like a redwood tree to the mat, and Riona kicks him in the side of the head for good measure before she takes the lid and wedges it into the corner. Grabbing Jamie, she looks to throw him head-first into the lid, but Jamie reverses it and sends Riona crashing into the opposite corner shoulder first! Riona staggers backwards, and right into Jamie's reverse waistlock before he lifts her up and flings her backwards with a German Suplex right into the chair!

Brian Rentfro: JESUS H. CHRIST, HE BROKE HER NECK!

Jon McDaniel: Calm down, Brian. Riona's still fighting, even if that move had to have taken a serious toll on her head and neck.

Brian Rentfro: What is it going to take to end this match? No, don't tell me. I don't want to see this end!

Riona folds up like an accordion from the throw, and Jamie looks a little winded as he gets to his feet. He takes the ladder, it still being fully together, and turns it upside down before shoving Riona between it and standing on the supports! Riona screams as Jamie wedges the ladder shut on her, with the added pressure of the supports digging into her back so much that it actually tears a part of the back of her tank top. Seeing all the damage he can do from this spot has been done, Jamie hops off of the ladder and leaves Riona lying as he grabs her own trash can of weaponry and empties it onto the mat. He looks a little impressed by Riona's selection as we see a Singapore cane, a pair of brass knuckles, a hockey stick, an aluminum baseball bat, a cookie sheet, a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire, a small bag full of who knows what, and a steel chain. After gently clearing the area of the weapons, Jamie takes the can as Riona gets to her feet and slams it down over her head, and then for good measure, gives the can a spinning heel kick that sends Riona to the mat. Riona rolls around trying to get the can off of her head, but Jamie doesn't make it easy for her as he grabs the steel chair and slams it down onto the can. Looking over at the ladder, Jamie folds it back up and then proceeds to drop it on top of the can as well. Jamie spots the table that Riona had slid into the ring and sets it up near the corner, not noticing Riona escaping the can and grabbing the Singapore cane. Jamie turns around to grab Riona and... CRACK! Riona NAILS him with the cane right in the face! Flynn rolls to the outside upon impact, and Riona follows, cracking the cane on his back once more before tossing it back into the ring. Jamie gets back to all fours, so Riona drops him face-first into the floor with a running Rocker Dropper!

Jon McDaniel: A vicious move by Riona, leveling the Intercontinental Champion!

Brian Rentfro: You know that that move is the finishing move of her mentor Brian Blade, right? He calls it the Cutting Edge.

Jon McDaniel: With execution like that, no wonder the Celestial Trigger is his prized pupil.

Riona snaps off one of her crux poses to the delight of the crowd, and then reaches under the ring again, pulling out a fluorescent light tube! Jamie gets back to his feet as Riona waits, getting herself ready... She charges and it's a swing and a miss again! Jamie goes for a roundhouse kick, but Riona ducks and SMASHES THE LIGHT TUBE ONTO HIS LEFT SHOULDER! Bits of broken glass litter the floor as Jamie's arm is covered with little cuts and pieces of glass to match his face... Langly smirks as Jamie slowly rises, discarding the broken light-tube and lifting Jamie up before body slamming him right into the broken glass! Flynn arches his back from the pain while Riona slides back into the ring, leaving him on the outside, and sets the ladder back up to climb. In a desperation move, Jamie finds a second ladder under the ring and slides it in with just enough force to wobble the ladder and cause Riona to gingerly fall off, although she's still able to stay on her feet. Jamie slides into the ring, favoring his bloody left arm, and smacks Riona with a nasty knife-edge using his good arm. Not taking the offense lightly, Riona returns the favor with a stiff chop of her own. The two battered warriors trade chops left and right as the title hangs over them ominously. Riona, being somewhat fresher, starts to get the advantage and pushes Jamie into the ropes. She whips him across the ring and leans down for a back-body drop that would send him into the cookie sheet back first, but she shows her hand too early and Jamie is able to grab her head and smash her into the sheet headfirst with Riona's own Whiplash Tornado DDT! Jamie rolls to the apron as Riona groggily rolls to her feet... He springboards off the top rope... SPRINGBOARD DEVIL'S PLAN...NO! Riona cracks Jamie with the REALITY CHECK OUT OF NOWHERE!

Jon McDaniel: Just when you thought Jamie was about to finish it Riona Langly changes the entire landscape of this match!

Brian Rentfro: You remember my not wanting this match to ever end? I just may have been right, wow.

Jon McDaniel: There's a first time for everything, Rentfro.

Riona slumps down to one knee as Jamie tumbles backwards from the impact into the corner. Taking the second ladder that Jamie brought into the ring, Riona drives it right into his chest. Leaving it there, Riona takes a step backwards and then launches forward, dropkicking the ladder right into Flynn's chest. Jamie groans from the wind being knocked out of him, but does manage to push the ladder out of the way before Riona is able to dropkick him again. However, Riona simply takes the ladder and leans it against the top rope before dragging Jamie out of the corner... She goes to whip Jamie right into the ladder, but Flynn shows some gutsy resolve and reverses, sending Riona face-first into the steel. Riona rolls over onto her back in order to breath a little better, and is met with a cookie sheet right to the face as Jamie clocks her with it. Riona slumps into the ladder, and Jamie looks to the top rope and to the fans before clocking her with the sheet once more for good measure. He climbs up, taking some time because of his arm, and then leaps, going for a Shooting Star Press but meeting nothing but metal as Riona rolls off at just the last second. Crawling over to the small pile of weapons Jamie removed from her can, she grabs the small bag and opens it... POURING OUT THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS AND PIECES OF BROKEN GLASS! The crowd, of course, pops for the hardcore tradition as Riona pulls Jamie to his feet and doubles him over, positioning them both above the glass. Riona shouts out DEVOLUTION!!! but this turns out to be a bad move as Flynn wakes up at just the right time and powers Riona over his head with a back-body drop that sends her right into the tacks and glass! Riona screams as the glass and tacks stick into her body, but as she gets back to her feet, she's KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT with a massive chair shot from Flynn! Riona falls right onto her stomach, and Jamie grabs her by the hair and lifts her up, and we see that Riona is gushing blood from her forehead!

Brian Rentfro: NO! Her beautiful face!!

Jon McDaniel: ...what?

Brian Rentfro: I mean, what a horrible blow.

Jamie casually dumps Riona on the outside and grabs one of the ladders still in the ring, setting it up and beginning to climb. He's having trouble, only really have one arm to work with, but still, he climbs and he climbs until he's actually up at the title... He swipes at the belt trying to touch it, but it only causes it to swing back and forth tantalizingly over his head. Seeing that he's going to have to leap a little for the belt, he waits for it to slow down and jumps, GRABBING AHOLD OF THE TITLE! The crowd pops as Jamie tries to pull it down, but it looks as though the belt is jammed up there... He starts to pull apart the tabs... AND HE GETS HIT WITH A THROWN BASEBALL BAT BY RIONA! Jamie stumbles a bit, but holds onto the harness as he kicks the ladder over! Jamie's just hanging up there, unable to do anything as Riona slowly makes her way onto the apron, blood dripping down from her face. She looks up at Jamie as he tries to get ahold of the belt to end the match, but he loses his grip with his weakened left arm, leaving him only up there with one arm... Riona looks up, springboards off the top... PICTURE OF PERFECTION TO JAMIE FLYNN! HE TURNS INSIDE OUT AND LANDS BACK FIRST RIGHT ONTO THE TACKS AND GLASS!!!! Riona lands weakly as blood drips down from her face onto the mat, but slowly starts to get to her feet. She drags herself over to the fallen ladder and sets it back up as Jamie slowly starts to crawl out of the pile of glass and tacks. Riona begins the slow climb up the ladder as Jamie grabs ahold of the ring ropes and sees the second ladder lying there. He pulls himself to his feet, glass and tacks sticking out of his back like they are on Riona's as he grabs the second ladder and leans it up against the first ladder. Riona gets to the top of the ladder, having climbed up a little quicker after seeing Jamie moving about, but runs into the same problem as the ladder is just short of where the title is... She reaches up as far as she can, just touching it... AND JAMIE RUNS UP THE SECOND LADDER, SPEARING HER OFF AND SENDING THEM BOTH THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!

Fans: P-DUB-EH P-DUB-EH P-DUB-EH!!!

Jon McDaniel: You folks at home can hear the deafening roar of the 50,000 plus fans here in attendance.

Brian Rentfro: Who can blame them? This has GOT to be a match of the year contender if not THE match of the year.

The fans are marking out like crazy as both ladders tumble to the mat amongst all the carnage... Weapons everywhere, blood stains all over the mat, broken glass and tacks, a broken table, and two broken wrestlers. Jamie is the first to move, briefly checking Riona's pulse out of some measure of good will before crawling out of the wreckage of the table and slowly getting to his feet. He drags himself over to the second ladder, having noticed that it was bigger than the first one, and weakly pulls it to the center of the ring, kicking some of the extraneous weapons out of the ring and making a good spot for the ladder. Having checked the position, he starts to climb, sweat and blood making his grip a little harder to handle. Amazingly, Riona starts to move as well, crawling out of remains of the table, but Jamie doesn't pay this any mind... He has this match won, all he has to do is climb up and get his title... Rung, by rung, by rung he climbs as the title is just inches away from him... CRACK!!! Riona whacks him with a chair, stopping his momentum as she climbs up the same side behind him. The fans are speechless as to what Riona's going to do, but as she slips an arm under Jamie's, they come alive... Riona locks her legs on the ladder as she slips her other arm underneath Flynn's, and immediately he tries to shove her off, knowing that if she locks those arms, it's over for him. However, his left arm is too weak and he's too tired to stop her as she locks her hands behind his neck... The fans don't hear Riona, but the cameras and mics catch her as she screams out at Jamie, "I MIGHT BE GOING DOWN IN FLAMES BUT YOU'LL BURN WITH MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" as she pushes off the ladder and plunges both her and Jamie down to the mat with a NUCLEAR DETONATOR OFF THE TOP OF THE FUCKING LADDER!!! DAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGEEEEERRRROOOOUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Brian Rentfro: OMIGOOOOOD!!!

Jon McDaniel: .... *struck speechless by what just transpired*

Brian Rentfro: I know I mentioned that the only way to end this match would be for one of them to die... but I never wanted it to really end that way!

Every person in the sold-out Canad Inns Stadium is on their feet as both Riona Langly and Jamie Flynn lie motionless on the mat... A chant of 'THIS IS AWESOME' starts to resonate throughout the stadium as the 15 foot ladder stands tall above the two fallen wrestlers. Astonishingly, both Riona and Jamie start to crawl to their feet and to a side of the ladder, each of them looking up at the title more than looking at their opponent as they weakly scale up towards immortality... Riona gets to the top first... ELBOW BY JAMIE! CHOP BY RIONA! RIONA REACHES UP AND GRABS THE TITLE! BUT JAMIE GRABS IT AS WELL! They start to kick and knee at each other, causing the harness to swing as they kick the ladder over... no way down but the hard way now. Both wrestlers swinging faster and faster as they try and knock the other off and have sole possession of the prize... THE BELT COMES UNDONE!!! BOTH RIONA AND JAMIE HAVE THE BELT AS THEY FALL 20 FEET TO THE FLOOR AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLEEEEE!!!!!!

* * * DING DING DING * * *

Forgotten referee Andrew Jansen immediately rushes out to the wreckage of the table, where both Rentfro and McDaniel are unhurt, having escaped just in time... Jansen calls over Eric Emerson as he looks down at the pair, and gives his decision...

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match...

The fans are deathly silent, awaiting the result as EMTs have already come out for both wrestlers...

Eric Emerson: AND NEW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... RIOOOOOOONNNNNAAAA LAAANGGGGGLLLLYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The 50,000 plus fans in attendance at the Canad Inns Stadium give out a massive cheer as Riona has her hand raised from the wreckage of the table. Andrew Jansen clears out of the way as EMTs begin to remove both Riona and Jamie from the remains of the announce table as a small army of ring crewmen rush out to try and clean up the destruction in and outside the ring, and we find ourselves going to the next match right away.

PWA World Title Match
Mark McNasty (C) vs. ? ? ?

“Whatever You Became” by Cold begins to play. The fans get on their feet as PWA Champion Mark McNasty walks out from the back. McNasty has on pants that are almost neon green, and a matching vest. “NASTY” is written in black on the back of the vest and the back of the pants. The PWA title is around McNasty’s waist, and he looks quite smug as he smiles out at the crowd. He walks down to the ring, slapping hands along the way, and rolls into the ring. McNasty pops to his feet, and holds up a fist, letting Pyros rain down behind him, as the crowd gives him yet another good pop. McNasty finally walks to the edge of the ring, and gets a mic.

McNasty: Alright, as I’m sure most of you know, SNS won’t be making an appearance tonight. Seems Matt Engel couldn't deal with losing to me, and he didn't want to see someone he thought was below him have a shot at my pretty little title. But, the show must go on, and that means I gotta fight someone. So, will someone burst the bubble, and tell me who I get to fight, and subsequently leave, feelin' nasty.

McNasty smirks as he looks up the ramp. Rather quickly, we hear "Come with Me" by Puff Daddy.

Jon McDaniel: And the president seems happy to come out and address the champions question.

Chamelion walks out onto stage, wearing a suit with khaki pants. He has a mic, and he speaks.

Chamelion: Mark, I'm glad that you seem to have finally gained some self confidence after getting that paper champion monkey off your back. But, that doesn't mean you should be so eager to take on any contender. Come on Mark, I'm the boss, I know about your shoulder from last week. If you hadn't begged the doctors to clear you, you wouldn't even be out here right now. But, lucky for you, they did. Now, as for your opponent, well

McNasty interrupts.

McNasty: Damnit Cham, I know you and Robinson could talk most anyone into a coma, but just spit it out please. Who am I fighting.

Chamelion rolls his eyes.

Chamelion: You want to know that bad Mark, fine.

Chamelion turns towards the entrance ramp.

Chamelion: COME ON OUT!

Chamelion looks to the back.

Jon McDaniel: Who is it going to be?

The fans wait eagerly, but nothing happens.

Chamelion sighs.

Chamelion: Hold on.

Chamelion walks behind the curtain. The fans seem to be chattering amongst themselves.

Jon McDaniel: Who's it gonna be Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Hell if I know.

Suddenly, "Come With Me" begins to play. Out from the back walks President Chamelion, in wrestling attire!

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion is going to fight McNasty!

The crowd lets out a huge boo as Chamelion makes his way to the ring. McNasty looks half surprised, half angry as he drops his mic and readies himself for Chamelion. However, Chamelion doesn't go right into the ring. He instead goes ring side to speak with Eric Emerson. After a moment...

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is for one fall, and is for the PWA World Title! Per orders of the president, the special stipulation on this match is, Whoever is named the winner of the match, will also walk out PWA Champion!

Jon McDaniel: Wow, that means if McNasty were to lose via DQ or count out, Chamelion would be the new PWA champion!

With a huge smile on his face, Chamelion finally dives into the ring. The ref calls for the bell, and the two meet in the middle, throwing punches at each other. Mark nails a right into the chest of Cham, but Chamelion throws a vicious right hook into the left arm of McNasty. McNasty winces, but keeps going. McNasty dodges the next hit from Cham, and goes to lift him up for a gorilla press, but McNasty's left shoulder won't hold. He instead throws Chamelion down and drops an elbow. Chamelion moves however, and again manages to get up and peg McNasty in the shoulder. McNasty screams out of frustration, and grabs Chamelion. He nails a European upper cut, and manages to get Chamelion to stumble for a foot or two. McNasty vaults onto Chamelion with a Lou Thez press, and instead of punching, starts nailing elbows.

Jon McDaniel: That's different.

Chamelion quickly manages to dodge a blow of the angered McNasty, and as McNasty stales for a second in pain from slamming his elbow to the mat, Chamelion lunges forward with a head but. McNasty looks stunned as Cham now reaches out, grabs a handful of hair, and punches McNasty dead on in the face. McNasty is thrown off of Chamelion, and Chamelion is quickly back on his feet. Chamelion manages to pull McNasty up, and he grabs McNasty's left arm. He holds it up high, as he twists. Chamelion then drops to his knees, slamming Marks arm onto Cham's shoulder. McNasty lets out a small grunt, before holding his arm in close.

Brian Rentfro: Already not looking good for the champ.

Chamelion goes for the arm again, and slams it across his shoulder. Chamelion lets go, and McNasty rolls out of the ring. Chamelion is quick to follow though, but McNasty is surprisingly ready. He goes for a Lights Out! However, ever ready, Chamelion ducks! As McNasty stumbles by, Cham grabs hold of McNasty's left arm, and nails a reverse STO. The two land hard on the cement, and McNasty screams as he pulls in his arm. Chamelion doesn't waste time as he picks up McNasty by the hair, and throws him into the ring. He covers.

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Kick out!

Chamelion sits up, and goes to pick McNasty up. However, McNasty elbows Cham in the gut, and pulls his legs out from under him. Mark then hooks Cham's legs under his arm pits, and catapults him into the ropes. As Cham comes bouncing back, Mark nails the Lights Out!

Jon McDaniel: Well, he got him that time.

McNasty gets down, and using only one arm, rolls Cham over and pins.

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The ref stops. McNasty looks up as if asking why, and the ref points to Cham's leg on the ropes. McNasty slams the mat with his one good arm, before pulling Chamelion to his feet. McNasty slaps Chamelion's chest once with an open palm, getting an OHH from the crowd. Chamelion responds with a poke to the eyes. McNasty covers his eyes, stumbling in a circle. After making an entire 360, he opens his eyes to see Chamelion's foot coming for him.

Jon McDaniel: McNasty turns right into the SOS!

Brian Rentfro: And he's down!

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3/Shoulder up!!

Jon McDaniel: Holy crap, McNasty got his shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: Now THAT just does not happen often!

Chamelion can't believe it. His eyes are wide, but he doesn't waste much time. He picks up McNasty, and viciously whips the champion into the turnbuckle. McNasty’s shoulder hits solidly with the padding and he cries out and drops down to his knees!.

Jon McDaniel: Oh man! Look at McNasty’s arm!!

McNasty’s left arm is hanging limp, and he has his other hand on his shoulder. Chamelion comes walking back towards him, but the ref gets in between the two. He gets Chamelion to back away, and walks over to McNasty.

Ref: Can you continue?

McNasty: I can't feel my arm, but sure, let him come get some.

McNasty tries to smile, but the ref has apparently made up his mind. The ref signals for the bell. Instantly the arena is overcome with boos. McNasty blinks, but the pain keeps him from arguing, and he rolls from the ring and barely is able to maintain his balance as he holds onto the apron. Chamelion looks down towards him, also kind of uncertain about what just happened. The ref confers with Emerson.

Brian Rentfro: Wait! The ref stopped the match, it’s over… what happens now?

Jon McDaniel: Emerson is going to tell us!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the ref has stopped this match, citing that McNasty can not continue. As a result, your winner, and ………. NEEEEEEEEEEW PWA Champion, CHAMELION!

The crowds reaction is a mixed one! Cheers for Chamelion’s win, Boos for the way the match ended as well as McNasty losing his title in a non traditional way! As the belt is handed to Chamelion, he motions for the microphone as McNasty begins to walk up the ramp.

Chamelion: Whoah! Hold on there, kiddo!

McNasty, green around the gills, stops and turns, looking toward Chamelion with a dark stare.

Chamelion: First, kudos on the effort here tonight. I am going to be honest, in the end, you convinced me. You’re a great champion. You’ve fought the best, you beat the best, I am not going to take that away from you.

McNasty barely nods, the pain a bit too much to do anything else. Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: However, it doesn’t mean I like you, or anything. Fact is, you’re hurt, hurt badly.. that requires time off, medical evaluations, maybe even surgery. The problem is, well, you yourself always complain how the PWA is so cheap.. that it can’t afford good cages, benefits for its wrestlers, crap like that. So, with that in mind, since I’m such a cheap skate… I guess I have no choice……

He pauses, and the crowd’s silence is deafening.

Chamelion: Mark McNasty, you are FIRED!

Brian Rentfro: WHAT? NO WAY !!

The crowd gasps loudly, and boos begin to rise up from the stadium, and Chamelion’s approval rating drops to below zero. McNasty, on the other hand, just shrugs his own good shoulder and turns around. He never takes his hand off his bad arm; he simply walks up the ramp, head down. When he reaches the top of the ramp, he stops, and turns back to the crowd. As he looks out, the fans begin to scream and cheer for him. A "MARK MC-NAS-TY" chant starts. A small smile creeps onto the corner of McNasty's face, but it quickly disappears as he puts his head back down, and walks to the back.

Jon McDaniel: A shocking turn of events! Chamelion, our President, is the new PWA World Champion and Mark McNasty has been fired!

Brian Rentfro: He can’t do this!!

Jon McDaniel: That is the problem, Brian. He can!

Chamelion drops the mic back in Emerson’s hands and slides out of the ring with the PWA World Title on his shoulder. He grins deviously as he swaggers up the ramp, amidst the harsh boos of the crowd, but he shrugs it off and walks to the back.

Brian Rentfro: He’ll get his, you can bet your ass!

Jon McDaniel: Go easy, Brian. Chamelion did not order the match to end, that was on the referee, who did what he thought was best. However, firing McNasty was Chamelion’s personal desires getting in the way of good business sense, and that one may come back to haunt him.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, it will, I promise you, it will!

Jon McDaniel: Great. Now, before our main event, we're going backstage for a moment with Raizzor!

We cut backstage to find the entire Sommers Clan together with intrepid reporter, Toshi Yang. Chamelion, with his new PWA World Title around his waist, is celebrating with Sandra, now that Project X is gone. Jasmine leans against Raizzor, who is standing right next to Toshi as she addresses the clan.

Toshi: First, let me offer my congratulations to both Chamelion and Sandra on their spectacular wins here tonight. Sandra, you now have PX off your case, by his own rules, and Chamelion… you’ve somehow managed to capture your fourth PWA World Title. How do you both feel?

Chamelion: (grinning) With our hands, of course.

He tickles Sandra lightly and she grins and closes in on him, but her eyes are on Toshi.

Sandra: We feel great, Toshi! I kicked PX’s ass, like I said I would and my baby here just brought home the gold! But this moment really isn’t about us.

Toshi: (Nods) True. Raizzor, in a few moments you will be teaming up with The Phoenix to face the Brothers Grimm in their final match. You have been friends and allies with the Grimms for close to a decade, even having some fall outs with Sirus. What does this moment mean to you?

Raizzor: (quietly) It means more then you could even imagine, Miss Yang. When Sirus declared that he and Grifter were going to end their wrestling career, they were given the choice to pick their opponents. It was an honor to have Sirus choose myself to face off with him, once again. When I originally tried to retire, I hand picked Sirus because no other man had earned the level of respect that he did, in my eyes. That he turns around and feels the same way… is a testament to our friendship, and that of the Kindred.

Toshi: In 2000, when you did try to retire, Sirus Moran bested you in the ring. Most feel that that ending may have been a reason why you chose to return down the road. Then, over the years you and Sirus had some classic matches, both in tag teams and singles competition. Do you think this match tonight will be the crowning moment of those years?

Raizzor: I believe it will be. I do hate to see Sirus hang up his boots, but the man has grown beyond his career. He has a new family, business and his own life to lead. But if I know Sirus as well as I think I do… he may, from time to time… wrestle in his bare feet.

Everyone stops and looks at Raizzor, who apparently just made a joke. Chamelion laughs and slaps Raizzor on the back, saying good job, and Raizzor actually smiles softly. Toshi wraps the interview up.

Toshi: What about teaming with Phoenix ? Do you feel you will be able to set aside your tremendous differences and work as a team tonight?

Raizzor: Phoenix has declared that this is far too important of a match, to allow our personal issues to get in the way. I am going to trust him on the surface, for this one match only…. For it is far too important to allow anything to mess it up.

Toshi: Thank you, Raizzor. Good luck tonight.

Raizzor nods and turns to his family. They speak silently for a second, before the Soul-Taker turns and walks down the hallway towards the entrance ramp. Chamelion grins widely.

Chamelion: There goes our boy. All grown up and making history!

The others all groan and walk the other way, leaving Chamelion standing there. He turns, eyes wide.

Chamelion: What? What I say?

Chamelion quickly follows them as the scene returns to ringside.

Main Event - The Brothers Grimm Retirement Match
The Brothers Grimm vs. Raizzor & The Phoenix

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and is the special Retirement Match for the Brothers Grimm!

The entire stadium rises to their feet, cheering massively for the upcoming match!

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Orlando , FL by way of St. Louis , MO , weighing in at 240lbs, THE PHOOOEEENNNIIIIX!

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red Pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Still showboating!

Brian Rentfro: As is his right!

Eric Emerson: And his tag team partner; he weighs in at 285lbs and hails from Las Vegas , Nevada . He is a former four time PWA World Champion, and a member of the Kindred… The Soul-Taker; RAAIIIIZZZZOOOOOOR!

Oddly, no music what so ever plays. No Pyros, no smoke, instead Raizzor just walks out from the back and makes his way down to the ring. He stops and looks into the ring, where Phoenix leans against the far corner and Raizzor nods once. He turns and climbs the corner stairs, stepping over the top rope and into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: An odd sort of entrance for the Soul-Taker, here.

Brian Rentfro: Out of left field, I’ll take a shot that he is just not interested in letting any of the fan fair for this match to fall on him, that it should all be saved for the Grimms entrance.

Jon McDaniel: Rather profound insight there, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Not really, it’s in the script.

Rentfro holds up a notebook that reads Manitoba Mayhem Script and McDaniel blinks and sighs heavily. Back in the ring, Raizzor stands near but not with Phoenix and both men look up the ramp.

Eric Emerson: And now, their opponents. Together, they have been PWA’s Tag-Team Champions on twelve occasions. Separately, each has held multiple championships, totaling an astonishing 26 title reigns, not counting the rest of the family. Known as the Chosen One, Sirus Moran has stood by everyone at one time or another and showcased some of the greatest matches in PWA History. With Grifter, they are the consummate tag team and tonight, together, they go out in style against two men they respect among all others.. Ladies and Gentlemen, hailing from Winnipeg , Manitoba , Canada .. I give you.. THE BROTHERS GRIMM!

“More Human Then Human’ By White Zombie riles up the fans as on the ADC-Tron, visions of Sirus and Grifter play, showcasing some of their matches. The roar from the crowd becomes earth shattering as Grifter and Sirus, who is carrying ‘Al’ dressed in a Canada Flag shirt, run onto the stage. Grifter has a Canadian Flag in his hands, waving it back and forth and Sirus has ‘Al’ up over his head, dancing around! The two make their way down to the ring, high fiving the fans on the other side of the fences and soaking up the feel of the energy of the stadium. As they reach the ring, Grifter hands off the flag to a tech and slips into the ring. Sirus runs around to the announcers table and sets ‘Al’ down between Brian and Jon and shakes each of the hands before he slips into the ring. The crowd is incredibly loud, chanting ‘GRIMMS’ “GRIMM” “GRIMMS” over and over, to which Sirus and Grifter play back to the crowd. In the meantime, both Raizzor and Phoenix have left the ring and stand in the corner by the ring bell, waiting.

Jon McDaniel: Listen to the crowd, Brian! I can hardly hear myself think!

Brian Rentfro: They love the Grimms here, Jon! It’s incredible the amount of energy this stadium is generating!

Jon McDaniel: I agree! We’re in for a hell of a match here!

Brian Rentfro: I can’t wait for it to start, but will hate when it’s over!

Phoenix and Raizzor step back into the ring and the four men meet in the center. The ref joins them to go over the rules of the contest. As he finishes, the four men shake hands heartedly. Sirus and Grifter go to their corner as does Raizzor and Phoenix . After some consultation, we discover that Sirus and Phoenix will begin the match!

Jon McDaniel: All the fan fare has come down to this. It’s time, everyone. The Grimms final match!

Brian Rentfro: (In Joe from Family Guy’s Voice): LET’S GET IT ON!!

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell rings, Sirus and Phoenix step to the center and nod to each other, and then lock up with Phoenix pushing the advantage. As Sirus is getting pushed back into the corner, he quickly drops down throw a deep Arm drag on Phoenix , sending him into the corner. Sirus pops up and smiles at The Phoenix, who in return, gets up and applauds Sirus.

Jon McDaniel: A quick acknowledgement of respect.

Brian Rentfro: Normally that would not be the case, but this is a special moment for all four men. I bet ‘Al’ agrees with me.

‘Al’ just sits there, while in the ring the two lock up again, this time Sirus is able to get Phoenix in a Headlock and starts to move over to his corner. Sirus with the quick tag to Grifter. Grifter hops in and nails a fist to Phoenix ’s exposed rib, as Sirus slides to the outside. Grifter fires a few Elbows into Phoenix and whips him in to the ropes. Razzior slaps Robinson on the back as he comes off the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Quick tag from Raizzor!

Brian Rentfro: Both teams showing good tag team continuity very early in this match.

Phoenix comes off the ropes and ducks the Yakuza Kick. He quickly stops and grabs Grifter and sends him to the ropes. Phoenix lowers his head for the back body drop. Grifter wisely stops and goes to kick Phoenix , but is blindsided by Razzior, who flips him inside out with a running clothesline. Phoenix steps out of the ring as Razzior picks up Grifter and fires him into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: That is a good power showing right there.

Brian Rentfro: I can’t argue with that.

Jon McDaniel: Of course not.

Razzior goes to smash Grifter in the corner with a running splash. But at the last moment, Grifter moves and Razzior goes smashing into the turnbuckle. As Razzior staggers out, Grifter wraps him up and nails a Over The Head Belly to Back suplex. Razzior hits the mat rolling as Grifter stays on him and starts to fire shot after shot. But Razzior having the big strength advantage pushes Grifter off of him. Grifter tags Sirus and the crowd erupts as the two best friends now stand in the center of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: I’ve been waiting for this!

Raizzor and Sirus step so close they are chest to chest, with Raizzor having the four or five inch height advantage. Some words are said, which come across as ‘don’t hold anything back’. They both nod and lock up. Raizzor whips Sirus into the ropes, but Sirus is able to reverse it, sending Raizzor careening into the ropes and as the Soul-Taker comes off them, Sirus trips up Razzior before nailing a quick dropkick to the side.

Jon McDaniel: Smart thinking, using the speed to offset the power!

Brian Rentfro: Sirus may act odd, but we know he’s a thinking man’s wrestler, right ‘Al’?

Al just sits there. In the ring, Raizzor is back on his feet and side steps Sirus and hooks him up from behind and flips his up and over with a belly to back suplex. Raizzor comes off the ropes and adds a sit down pile driver and hooks Sirus’s leg.

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Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor scores the first pin attempt of the match! That’s a psychological advantage right there!

Brian Rentfro: He means for Sirus to earn this retirement, the hard way!

Raizzor pushes Sirus back into the corner and elbows him across the chin. Sirus fights back with right hands, stunning Raizzor. Sirus reverse Raizzor and puts him in the corner and begins to lay in chops to the chest of Raizzor. He then whips Raizzor into the other neutral corner and follows up with a stiff clothesline. Sirus drags Raizzor into the Grimms corner and tags in Grifter. Grifter starts by winding up the arm of Raizzor with a standing wristlock...and then he tries to pull the shoulder out of the socket by pulling at the locked arm. Raizzor bounces off the ropes to try and escape, but Grifter pulls back and Raizzor winds up flat on his back.

Brian Rentfro: Grifter has a solid lock on Raizzor’s arm!

Jon McDaniel: Excellent tactical advantage!

Grifter releases the hold and then begins to drop knees across the face of Raizzor. Grifter picks up Raizzor and whips him into the ropes but Raizzor reverses...eventually nailing Grifter with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Raizzor collects himself and goes over to make the tag to Phoenix . Raizzor and Phoenix both pick up Grifter and whip him into the corner, nailing him with a double flapjack when he comes back. Raizzor goes to the ring apron, and Phoenix nails the fallen Grifter with a fist drop. He picks up Grifter and hooks him in a suplex position, then drops him with a snap suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Now the tables have turned and Grifter desperately needs to make a tag.

Brian Rentfro: I’m stunned at how well both Raizzor and Phoenix are working as a unit.

Phoenix carries Grifter over to his corner and tags in Raizzor. Raizzor clobbers Grifter across the back and backs him into the ropes. He whips Grifter into the opposite rope and catches him with a knee as he returns. Raizzor then bounces off the ropes perpendicular to Grifter and then catches Grifter with a swinging neck breaker. He goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Shoulder Up!

Raizzor slaps on a reverse chin lock designed to wear down Grifter, maybe even put him out.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor with another near fall, and now he maybe buying some time here...trying to plan his next few moves.

Brian Rentfro: Grifter won’t go out like this, but it allows Raizzor a few moments to breath, while simultaneously wearing down his opponent.

The ref checks to see if the hold is a choke and it checks out. Grifter seems to be out cold. The ref lifts Grifter'’ hand once, and it slumps down. He lifts it a second time...and it again falls to the ground.

Brian Rentfro: One more and it’s all over for the Morans!

The ref lifts Grifter’s arm one last time, and it falls back down halfway. Grifter starts shaking his fist as a sign of his growing energy and he suddenly gets to his feet. He turns into the pressure of the reverse chin lock and picks up Raizzor, bringing him back down with a hard back suplex.

Jon McDaniel: Whoever can make the tag first has got the tremendous advantage.

Grifter stirs first, moving towards his corner. Raizzor sits up a second later and heads for his corner...making the tag to Phoenix first. Phoenix hurries to stop Grifter from making the tag to Sirus, but does not make it time. Sirus jumps in and clotheslines Phoenix down to the canvas. Raizzor rushes in to help his partner but he finds himself the recipient of another clothesline. Phoenix gets back up and Sirus drops him with a scoop slam. Raizzor gets back up and he nails Raizzor with a scoop slam. Raizzor rolls to the outside. Sirus grabs Phoenix and throws him into the ropes, catching him with a big power slam as he returns. He then tags in Grifter...who climbs to the top rope.

Brian Rentfro: Grifter’s going for the Buzz bomb!

As Grifter rights himself, Raizzor slides in and hits a big boot to the side of Sirus’s head! As Sirus falls, Raizzor twists 90 degrees and as Grifter comes down, Raizzor catches him by the throat and choke slams Grifter into he canvas! Before Raizzor can do anything else, the referee gets in his way, ordering him to the outside.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my! Raizzor with the save for Phoenix , but he can’t get past the referee to finish the job and haul Phoenix on top of Grifter for the pin!

As the ref hustles Raizzor out of the ring, Sirus gets up and sees both men down. He looks left, right and the crowd eats it up. Sirus jumps to the head of Phoenix and pulls off his elbow pad. He then swings his arms in and out twice, runs to the ropes, bounces off.. and comes back to Phoenix . He brushes off his elbow, winks to the crowd and delivers an Electrifying People’s Elbow! He then hurries and tosses Grifter over Phoenix ’s prone form and slides out of the ring!

One!

Two!

Thre/Raizzor breaks up the pin by diving in!

Brian Rentfro: SO CLOSE!!!!!

Sirus slides back in and the ref has to get him and Raizzor both out of the ring. They follow the ref’s rule, as Phoenix and Grifter begin crawling earnestly for their own respective corners.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go again!

The crowd is solidly behind Grifter, and Phoenix pulls himself up, trying to reach Raizzor. He falls, slapping Raizzor’s hand and as the Soul-Taker begins to step through the ropes, Grifter makes the hot tag to Sirus. Without preamble, both men launch at each other, and everyone in the entire stadium stands on their feet as the Franchise and the Chosen One throw caution to the wind and begin duking it out!

Brian Rentfro: SLUGFEST!

Raizzor reels Sirus to the ropes and sends him across the ring. Sirus bounces off and Raizzor goes for the big boot! Sirus ducks it and Raizzor stumbles as he finds purchase with the canvas. Raizzor turns as the shout of Phoenix as Sirus comes off the ropes and hits a Lou Threz Press! Sirus punches Raizzor a half dozen times to reel the larger man, then gets up, goes off the ropes again and comes down with a knee to Raizzor’s throat.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor said go all out, and Sirus is!

Sirus picks up Raizzor and throws him against a neutral corner. Raizzor sets against it and Sirus comes in for a splash, but Phoenix rips Raizzor away and Sirus hits the corner, his head slapping against the steel post!

Brian Rentfro: Oh no!

Raizzor wastes no time and bounces off the ropes and hits his flying clothesline on Sirus! Scooping Sirus up right after, Raizzor turns him over and delivers the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Jon McDaniel: This is it!!!

Grifter comes in for the save, but Phoenix meets him and delivers the Flame as the ref slaps the mat.

One!

Two!

Three!

Brian Rentfro: it’s OVER, I don’t believe it! The Grimms lose their retirement match!

Jon McDaniel: NO!! The ref is waving it off! Sirus got his foot on the bottom rope!!

Brian Rentfro: OH MY GOD! He DID!

Phoenix can’t believe it, and he’s in the ref’s face about it. Raizzor stands, and points for Phoenix to go keep Grifter occupied instead. Phoenix agrees as Raizzor pulls Sirus up and turns him over in the center of the ring for another TBS! However, Sirus reverses it and plants Raizzor with his own Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!

Jon McDaniel: Shades of Raizzor’s retirement match years ago!!

The ref drops and the crowd chants as he counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE/Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: NO WAY ! Raizzor got out this time!

Jon McDaniel: As if an error repaid!

Sirus pulls Raizzor up and holds the big man steady and bounces off the ropes and goes for the Wrong Hand of Doom! However, Raizzor ducks and Sirus has to turn and gets caught by the throat. Raizzor lifts Sirus up to choke slam him, but Sirus somehow breaks free and lands to the side of Raizzor and wraps his arms up and proceeds to connect with three mind numbing head butts!

Brian Rentfro: Here it comes!

Jon McDaniel: And Phoenix and Grifter are too caught up to see!

As Raizzor staggers from the blows, Sirus whips Raizzor into the ropes and on his return, picks the big man up, spins him around 180 degrees into a sit down power bomb, and the entire stadium roars ‘NAMELESS KNOCKOUT!’ Sirus hooks the leg and the ref is there.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Brian Rentfro: THEY DID IT! THE GRIMMS WIN!

Jon McDaniel: My God, what a match!!!!

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match… THE BROTHERS GRIMM!

Brian Rentfro: It’s over… it’s actually over.

Jon McDaniel: I know.

In the ring, Sirus has his hand raised as Grifter slides in and the two men embrace! Raizzor leans against the ropes, shaking his head as Phoenix comes over to ask what happened. They converse for a moment, before Sirus calls them into the center of the ring. The four men come together and to the delight of the crowd, they all shake! Raizzor and Phoenix then step to the outside of the Grimms and raise their hands to the approval of the sold out arena.

Brian Rentfro: These four men put on a hell of a match tonight, and have proven to all of us how awesome the Brothers Grimm really are!

Jon McDaniel: Look! Here comes the entire Moran Clan as well as Chamelion, Sandra and Jasmine!

Mack, Fletcher, Samantha, Prisoner, Sirus’ wife and their child, and other Morans we may not have been properly introduced too yet, come out. They all climb into the ring while Chamelion scurries around and scoops up ‘Al’. He brings him to the center and passes him off to Sirus who clutches the little bear gleefully. Balloons and streamers begin shooting out from cannons around the stadium and not one fan has even left from their seats. Hugs and hand shakes continue as More Human then Human plays loudly and the party atmosphere is amazing!

Brian Rentfro: Everyone, we have been witness to an incredible evening of entertainment and action, capped off with what has to be one of the greatest match contests in recent memories.

Jon McDaniel: I hate that it had to be these two men’s final hour for such a performance, but it was a perfect ending to a great career.

Raizzor comes up to Sirus in the center of the ring, and the two men nod once more and embrace as everyone throws up their hands and cheers.

Brian Rentfro: That duo has been through it all…

Jon McDaniel: That they have! Everyone, our time here is over… for Brian Rentfro… this is Jon McDaniel saying fare well to the Brothers Grimm, but we’ll see you in one week for Rampage! Good Night!

As the scene fades, the full ring of Morans and Sommers continue to celebrate along with the packed Canad Inns Stadium.

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