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


10-24-2008


'The Viper' Hunter Sullivan vs Viktor Stone


The two men squared off in the middle of the ring. McDaniel and Rentfro commented on Viktor not being in that huge London's Burning cage match. Viktor started to dominate early using the jeers of the past week to fuel his anger. Viktor took an early advantage by wrapping Hunter up in a rolling German suplex set, releasing him on the fifth suplex. Hunter seemed to be out of the match until Viktor went for the whipper Snapper early and it was blocked by Hunter who held onto the ropes to stop the finisher. The blocking of Viktor's finisher seemed to revive Sullivan who took control of the match using a quick fast striking combination towards Viktor.

The fast paced action is one that Viktor is used to, but had trouble fighting off the onslaught of Hunter Sullivan. Sullivan whipped Viktor into the corner following him up the turnbuckle where he pounded the side of Viktor's head with unrelented force; the referee finally had to intervene to stop the rule breaking. Viktor took control back by grabbing Hunter around the waist slamming him down to the mat with a spinebuster. He covered but got only a count of two in the pin attempt. Viktor and Hunter exchanged blows back and forth until Hunter nails Viktor with his Viper Snap and covers for the pin and subsequent 3 count.

Double Trouble


Sullivan and Adam stand in front of a PWA logo. Sullivan is in his wrestling gear and beat out from his match with Viktor. Wiping his brow with a towel that hung around his neck Hunter glanced to Adam.

Bud Adams: “ Sullivan sir, first of all congrats of a fell fought match.

Hunter: “heh, thanks.”

Bud Adams: “ Second I’d like to address a few things that I, and the fans have been wondering. See you’re a new prospect here in PWA, but you already have faced some top talent and put up your own and even bested a few. However, some may say its career suicide to take aim on one of the Sommers brothers, bounty or no bounty. Are you sure this is a good idea.”

Hunter smirked and quickly began to answer the question

Hunter: “ Just like you just said, I am new to PWA, and yet I’ve already taken on some of the best PWA can offer, and even while I haven’t won always, I do take ‘em to the limit. I’m a young prospect NOT to be ignored, over looked and seen past. But as for why Sommers exactly, if you haven’t noticed he isn’t in charge anymore. He doesn’t have any power, he is just a normal, singular everyday talent. He can’t take charge and command this, that and the other thing against me, he doesn’t have the political upper hand. What does that mean, that means it’s time for him to get a taste of reality here in PWA. Once upon a time he could make a title match and put himself in it, now, now he is going to have to take the long route, if he can. See, while the bounty was the pushing factor that got me to do it, there was that hidden pleasure in attacking him. I had the hidden pleasure that people could see how without his power he isn’t anything to be worried about.”

Bud Adams: “ While it’s true Chamelion has taken the easy way time to time, but you can’t say he isn’t talented. If you don’t want out you may find yourself regretting it.”

Sullivan-“ I know, oh I know. I know a little too well how this man works. I did get a jaw full of boot at London after all. I can tell he is talented, very much so, but so am I. I’m going to use him to show that. When he goes down people are just going to look at me with new eyes. For the people who still doubt that I’m anything less then what I say I am.”

Bud Adams: “ well what exactly is your plan, do you want a match, or will you just be content with getting in his hair, collecting bounties?”


Sullivan-“That bounty? That was just step one, that was get in his face. That was getting him to noticing me. From here I got everything in my hands, my final goal is to defeat him, my methods on the other hand. They may be just a little less noble. In fa-“

Sullivan stops mid sentence glancing down the isle way. Adams looks to seeing exactly what had caught Sullivan's attention. With a grin Hunter leaves the interview area and heads down the isle. Adams motions the camera to follow and the scene then cuts away to Toshi Yang in another area of the backstage, with Chamelion at her side, attired in his wrestling gear and a bottle of water in his hand. He seems to be looking up and to the side, as if listening to something.

Toshi: Thanks for taking time to talk to us, Mark, before your match. You’re facing Nightmare in a few moments, any final thoughts?

Blinking, Chamelion looks back down towards Toshi, offering a somber expression.

Chamelion: A few, Toshi. Mostly just my thoughts and prayers to Jon’s wife, Crysta. What has happened with his family is a tragedy and I would easily see this match cancelled, but from what I’ve been told, he plans to go through with the contest, and I can respect that.

Toshi: Will your game plan change now, considering the circumstances?

Again, Chamelion’s expression is lost, and he nods and says I know to know one into particular. Toshi blinks, but Chamelion quickly regains focus and answers.

Chamelion: Somewhat. I’m hoping the two of us can wrestle a classic, ground based technical match; respect each others abilities and not take it to a personal level. See, he’s wrong on one aspect, I know he’s not Sullivan and I won’t be out to take my aggression out on him as a placeholder for Hunter.

He pauses and takes a sip of water. Nodding again as if answering something.

Chamelion: Still, I need to remind Jon that I asked him not to think of me as being distracted, or that the focus I have on Sullivan will lessen my ability to concentrate on Nightmare in the ring. That is far from true; because once that bell rings, the only thing that matters is exactly what I said before; the victory and the first step on my climb back to the top of the PWA. There is nothing holding me back now, no obligations in management or being President to get in my way, and I promise you, Toshi, I will make good use of this freedom.

Toshi: Speaking of Hunter, he had a few things to say about you this week; that he received a note and was ‘hired’ to collect a bounty on you. How do you feel, knowing there is someone out there targeting you?

Chamelion: Wouldn’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last. Hunter took on a mission that is far above his capabilities, and no matter who’s behind the offer of the bounty, Hunter is the one who came to claim it, and will be the one I send home in pieces, that I can pretty much assure y…..

Chamelion stops, his expression darkening as he looks past Toshi, and she’s forced to turn as Hunter Sullivan walks into the frame. He smirks, as if finding Chamelion’s threats amusing.

Hunter: So, the prey speaks.

Chamelion takes another sip of water.

Chamelion: Heh, well, well, if it isn’t the lackey. How’s it hanging kiddo? A little short, perhaps?

Hunter’s smile lessens a bit, but he folds his arms.

Hunter: Funny. You make all the jokes you want, if you think it’ll do you any good.

Chamelion: Gee, thanks for the permission. Ya know, as Toshi said, you got ‘hired’ to collect a bounty. That’s precious. Usually when I want to do something, I do it myself, and I don’t need someone to hold my hand. You claim you’re a hunter, well kiddo, maybe you should have done a bit more research before targeting this prey.

Hunter: I know all I need to know. I have you weakened, Mark, and like the viper, I will…

*SPLASH*

Hunter coughs, water drenching his face and chest, with Chamelion holding a now empty bottle and a Cheshire grin on his face.

Chamelion: You mean, strike with venom, kind of like this?

Face turning red, Hunter jumps at Chamelion and the two men begin brawling. Immediately, security runs in and pulls the two apart, holding them back as each tries to break free to get a hold of the other. Suddenly, Robinson appears, putting himself between both men.

Robinson: Stop it, both of you!

Hunter curses under his breath, while Chamelion keeps grinning wickedly, taunting the younger superstar and Robinson glares at them both.

Robinson: I can see unless I do something severe this will keep happening. Listen close, if either of you so much as touch each other outside of a match in any form what so ever, I will suspend you indefinitely, do I make myself clear!!

Hunter: Then I want a match! I want that son of a …

Chamelion: You don’t need to throw insults to get me, just ask! You want me, you got me! Name a time, name a place!

Hunter: Easy! Next week!

Chamelion: Next week it is!

Robinson interjects.

Robinson: No. I seem to think this is something better resolved on a much bigger stage. You two can have your match, but at the next PPV event; Good vs. Evil!

Chamelion grins more, dusting his arms off as security releases both men.

Chamelion: Ooohh, Dramatic Robbie. I like it!

Hunter growls, but nods in agreement.

Hunter: Works for me.

Robinson: Then this ends now. Mark, you have a match with Nightmare, I suggest you get moving. And Hunter, walk away, now.

Hunter gives Chamelion one more look and turns and walks away, angry. Still, with a smile on his face, Chamelion looks towards Robinson.

Chamelion: I could get to like you being the boss.

Robinson blinks in surprise as Chamelion walks off, whistling to himself.

Chamelion vs Nightmare


The bell sounded and these two veteran superstars locked up for what seemed like a few minutes; neither was giving nor giving an inch. They broke apart and then tied up again, this time with Chamelion getting the advantage after getting behind Wehali with a wristlock. Chamelion drove Nightmare repeatedly to the mat allowing Wehali to get up to drive him back down again. Using the cockiness of his opponent to his advantage, Nightmare pulled Chamelion's legs out from under him in a modified MMA move and was quickly on top of his opponent. Nightmare was using diversified MMA tactics by using a ground and pound technique to Chamelion. Using Nightmare's position to his own advantage, Chamelion was able to roll and flip Nightmare over, allowing Chamelion to be on top and strike. These two superstars were finally separated by the referee and backed off accordingly.

Chamelion and Nightmare stared across the ring at each other and both nodded in respect of the other before locking up once again, Nightmare gained the advantage with a arm lock to the ground. Chamelion quickly got into the ropes to break the hold and got back up to his feet to stare back at Nightmare, who just calmly stared back at him with a smile. Chamelion charged at Nightmare who in return charged back with a clothesline, both men hit the mat. They both exchanged blows, neither getting the advantage for longer than a couple of minutes at a time. Chamelion stumbles out fo the corner right into Nightmare's Requiem for the Fallen and the 3 count.

Winner: Nightmare.

Riona Langly vs 'The Celtc Fury' Jacob Figgins


Eric Emerson: The following match is a non title match and is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit.

Jon McDaniel: We are in for a great match here Brian.

Brian Rentfro: That is for sure John. The only champion to retain their belt from the London's Burning Pay Per View is taking on the newly crowned Grizzly Beer champion.

Jon McDaniel: One must wonder though, what kind of shape is the new Grizzly Beer champion in after that title match?

Brian Rentfro: Only time will tell John, but that time is quickly approaching.

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from
the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.

Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot
and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

"Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"


The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the
features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the
southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege
to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside
of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

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 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. The 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 silohettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first/next/his opponent, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 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 comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania and is the Celestial Trigger..."

### My first cry neverending ###
### 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 at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up 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 ###

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 lights return to normal.

DING! DING!

Riona and Jacob look at each other, no respect, no gratitude, no hatred, or anything else shows in either face, this is just another match for both competitors. As the slowly walk toward each other, they begin to judge each other, looking for an advantage a weakness to exploit in the other's style. Unable to find a major weakness, they tie up and are locked in both a battle of wills as well as srength. Jacob reaches out with his foot connecting with Riona's injured knee causing her to stumble slightly into a side headlock from Jacob. He slightly releases the hold, but uses the momentum of his closing arms to furthur wrench the hold onto Riona's neck. The pain is obvious in her eyes as she contemplates her escape from the hold. She is back to her feet as Jacob tries to force her back to the mat. Riona pushes Jacob into the ropes, but he manages to hold onto the side headlock. Grabbing him under his legs, she lifts Jacob into the air and he flips over backwards, releasing the side headlock on Riona; she stumbles forward slightly before catching herself. Jacob is up grabbing at both his back, shoulder blades, and the back of his head; he seems to have hit every part on the mat.

Brian Rentfro: The new Grizzly Beer champion is obviously sore from the match last week.

Jon McDaniel: As you would be too.

Brian Rentfro: No doubt my commentating compadre.

Riona is like a shark smelling blood in the ocean as she stalks her prey, Jacob Figgins. He is on his knees with his back to Riona as she delivers a massive boot kick to the middle of his shoulder blades and Jacob is face down on the mat. Not letting him get any rest, she is on top of his injuries with a half Boston crab, pulling as far back as she can. Jacob cries out in pain, but reaches the ropes red faced and sweating. Quickly releasing the hold, she turns to pulling him back into the middle of the ring, where she hooks on her sharpshooter submission hold. Jacob cries out again in pain and begins a crawl towards the ropes, but Riona is having none of that as he releases the hold to pull him to the far ropes and hooks in the hold, making Jacob crawl all the way across the ring to the far side ropes while being in the sharpshooter. Jacob is red faced and sweaty and half way across the ring, digging for every inch, but not givving up just yet, he cries out and digs yet another inch. He finally reaches the ropes, but to no rest, Riona is quickly back on his injuries with a surfboard in the middle of the ring, again Jacob cries out in huge amounts of pain.

Jon McDaniel: She is going to break him in half.

Brian Rentfro: She is aiming to do just that, I do believe.

Riona drops the hold for a traditional abdominal stretch, where she can and does drop repeated elbows to the ribs of Jacob Figgins. The look on Riona's face is one of utter enjoyment as she drops each elbow. Jacob loks dead in the hold, until he grasps the leg of Riona and somehow manages to flip her up and backwards and he rolls the leg for a pin.

ONE! TWO!--Riona kicks out and the look on her face is not one of happiness, but Jacob has somehow managed his feet as well and the two stare at each other. Jacob winces as Riona glowers at her adversary.

Brian Rentfro: That pin attempt will not fair well for young Jacob.

Jon McDaniel: I am afraid not, she doesn't look happy at all.

Jacob charges at Riona, who is surprised at the boldness of his attack and therefore is taken by surprise as Jacob delivers a right and left jab combination forcing her into the corner. Jacob has Riona backed into the corner and chops her chest with vigor and determination to prove that he is not a paper champion in this federation. The sound of his chops reverberates through the arena as the fans in the arena chant along with each slap. Riona cringes as her chest becomes beet red from the chops and she tries to block them. Jacob reaches up and connects with a knife edge chop to the face of Riona and she is stunned as her eyes go wide in shock. The shock is short lived as she tries to fight back, knowing that if she gets him on his stomach again, it will be over, Jacob reaches deep down into his energy levels. Right hand, left hand, right elbow, left elbow is the beginning of the moves that Jacob releases to Riona, who is still in the corner. Another right hand, left hand, right forearm, left forearm, right elbow, left elbow to Riona, foot stomp to the knee of Jacob Figgins and the barrage is stopped as Jacob grabs his knee. Jacob reaches down, still holding his knee, but uses the momentarily lack of offense from Riona to grab her and shoulder block her into the corner. She comes back slightly dazed and Jacob wastes no time in nailing his finisher Conspiracy Lies Behind the Gates of Valhalla; he makes the cover.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Jacob Figgins!