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

Everything is Back to Normal Edition!
11-30-2010


Jacob Collins vs Paul Arrand Rogers

Total New Guy Dark Match


Things start fast as a lock up between the two turns into an arm-drag by Rogers, then another, then another, then another. Finally Rogers applies a firm arm-drag arm-bar to cease the repeated moves. Jacob gets out of it getting to his feet and hitting an arm wringer. Jacob speeds the ropes and returns nailing a sun set flip. Rogers rolls through hits a drop kick. Rogers and Collins move the fight back to their feet and lock up again ending in Rogers hitting a northern lights suplex. 2 count.

Rogers pounds Jacob in the corner and brings things to the top rope. Jacob counters pushing Rogers back to his feet. Jacob leaps with a cross body. 2 count. Rogers is dragged to his feet and Irish whipped getting hit with a dropkick followed by a standing moon-sault. 1 count. Rogers is getting irritated and kicks out harshly. Jacob goes to pull Rogers back to his feet but is fired back with a few chops. These end a drop kick to the knee bringing Jacob to his knee. Following up Rogers hits a roundhouse kick knocking Collins flat. Rogers heads to the top rope and taunts out to the fans getting a nice response before leaping with a split legged moon-sault catching Jacob with a …two count?

Jacob is being resilient. Rogers moves to the corner and starts to wait. Jacob slowly starts getting to his feet, when he finally gets there Rogers bursts out of the corner with Springboard Moon-sault. However, Collins sidesteps it and Rogers hits the canvas with tremendous impact. Collins quickly picks Rogers up and hits the Three-Seconds-Flat for the victory.

Winner: Jacob Collins

Lisa Seldon Arrives!

also the show begins


Yeah yeah, Tuesday Night Chaos is starting. You know what's coming now. An hour-long Simon Kalis Promo. Just as you are about to screw around on your iPhone, a limo pulls up. Gary Maverick steps out of the drivers seat in a nice suit and opens the door. Out steps Lisa Seldon wearing a dress even more fabulous than the one she wore at Good vs. Evil. She has a black bag slung over her shoulder. She stands there for a few moments before clearing her throat.

Gary Maverick; Oh. Right. Um...you look very pretty Mrs. Seldon.

Lisa Seldon: Aw, that would mean so much if it was coming from anyone besides you, Gare-Bear.

Lisa pinches Gary on the cheek.

Lisa Seldon: Now straighten up, this is a historic night. In fact, stay with the limo and make sure no one does anything stupid with it.

Gary Maverick: Lisa, you just had me do donuts in a Wal-Mart parking lot for a half hour.

Lisa stares at him for a few moments, like she's expecting him to say more.

Gary Maverick: Also, I was invited to the celebration and the reception.

Lisa Seldon: Who the hell did that?

Gary Maverick: You....You're fucking with me, right?

Lisa sighs and rolls her eyes.

Lisa Seldon: Alright nerd, come on. Don't touch any of the expensive stuff.

He sighs and locks the car.

Chamelion Segment Yeah!


‘Come with Me’ starts up and the crowd bursts into cheers as Chamelion hobbles onto the stage using a pair of crutches, with Raizzor and Jacob Collins with him. Moving at a pretty good clip for being on the crutches, Chamelion leads his family down to the ring and enter from the steel steps. Calling for a mic, Chamelion waits for the crowd to calm down a bit before speaking.

Chamelion: It’s good to be back in charge!

A huge pop.

Chamelion: Well, okay, I’m not so much in charge as Lisa Seldon is as the General Manager, but the company is mine again. Simon Kalis has been defeated, the Order disbanded and the threat to my company abolished.

Another huge pop.

Chamelion: But the fact is, this happened once, it could happen again, and frankly… I’m just not going to let it.

He pauses as the crowd reacts.

Chamelion: So, this past week I made some calls, did some business deals with various entrepreneurs and spent a great deal of money. I did so to re-collect the stocks that were floating freely out there in the world, the stocks that give someone claim to partial ownership of the PWA. I collected Simon Kalis’s share, as we had agreed too. I forced Lucy Starr to hand his shares over, though I was nice to give him a good price and I even bought out Mack Moran’s portion. Why?

He shares his Cheshire Grin.

Chamelion: So I could own 100% of PWA stock, which I now do! There will be no more takeovers, no more risk that my company will be taken from me. It was necessary to sell shares to get the funds to start the company, but thanks to you, the fans, we are so profitable I was able to buy them all back and maintain the level of entertainment we have now. Like Robinson said, I got them new microphones, too!

A laugh from the fans.

Chamelion: But there will be some changes around here. The Board of Directors and I sat down and had a long discussion. There can’t be any dispute or issues between those in charge that causes waves for the roster and I agree fully. This is why I petitioned for the B.O.D. to fine Lisa Seldon heavily for her actions in resulting in Hayes attacking me at Lucha Libre. They agreed, because those actions had a direct bearing on the risk of the PWA falling into Order hands.

Chamelion: However, as a fair business man, I listened to and agreed to a proposal. Seldon and I will sign a contract, effectively splitting power in the PWA down the middle, 50/50 between us, so we may each conduct the business we need too, without stepping on each other’s toes. For her, that means running the PWA as she has been, I don’t see a reason any of that should change. For me, it’s so I can conduct more ‘personal’ business, in regards to one Jethro Hayes.

Chamelion: Hayes, once healed, you and I will settle our differences in the squared circle. It won’t be at Ground Zero, as I have a bit of a ways to go, but don’t fill your calendar for Rumble in the Bronx, kiddo, as the doctors say I should be all set to go by then.

Chamelion: On another note; just so there is no confusion… Lucy Starr is here by ordered to face my brother Raizzor at Xmas @ Ground Zero. I’ll leave the details up to those two, but the bottom line is there will be no running away by Lucy this time.

Chamelion: As for the rest of the Order, after hearing my brother’s words, I’ll leave THAT to him as well. I guess you can say, aside from Jethro and Lucy, if no one steps on my toes you can pretty much go about your business. The only other issue is working with Lisa Seldon to come to agreement on a few issues concerning titles, pay-per-views and who’s entitled to what, but that’s for us to discuss in private, so I’m through here. Well, strike that, I have one more comment to add….

Chamelion: It’s fucking called the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship, asshole! GOT IT!?

Dropping the mic, Chamelion, Collins and Raizzor exit the ring and lets the show go forth.

Marvin Wood vs Duff Cote d’Ivore

Singles Match


The bell sounds and the match gets underway. Marvin Wood starts the action with a quick lock up and some very technical chain wrestling. The bigger man, Redeemer, comes back with a few hard shots to poor Marvin’s British mug. Redeemer covers the Brit after a strong flying lariat. A kick out signifies the match will continue. Marvin tries to regain is feet and take control but is foiled by a big swinging neck breaker. Marvin takes a grip on his head as Redeemer starts working over the legs. Woods gets to the ropes and breaks the hold up. Redeemer turns his back to Woods to interrogate the ref and get a big over hand club to the back for it. Marvin takes advantage of his now downed opponent by getting him in a crucifix hold and riding him around the mat. Wearing his opponent out and rolling him to his shoulders. Redeemer rolls out of the pin and starts to get to his feet. Woods quickly moves in with a snapmare, throwing his foe back to the mat. Woods next move is the Inverted Trachea Choke Hold. Redeemer is slowly making it over to the ropes but Woods releases the hold and kicks his opponent in the back. Marvin mounts his foes shoulders only to get lifted in the air. Redeemer took a few steps forward and dropped back slamming woods hard into the mat and giving himself time to recover. Both men get to there feet at the count of nine and

Marvin sprints to the ropes hitting the Imperfect tense for the win.

I'm Johnny Maverick!


'Fear of Dying' by Jack Off Jill starts playing and out comes Lisa Seldon, the black bag draped over her shoulder as she waves to the audience like she's in the 'Miss America' pageant. Maya Kalis, Danny Daemon, Gary Maverick, and James Maverick (The former Reaver) are all in the ring, dressed to the 9's for the occasion.

Lisa Seldon: Tonight is a special night, and I have a few special announcements to get through. First off, look at my dress!

Brian Rentfro: It is a very pretty dress.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, and you call ME a suckup.

Lisa takes a moment to pose in her dress.

Lisa Seldon: Anyway, my first announcement is that I have reinstated a few wrestlers. Lets bring them out!

Lisa points to the ramp and it takes the sound guy a few moments to cue the music up. Finally 'Hoodie Ninja' by mc chris begins to play and out comes 100 Hoodie Ninjas, forming rank in two lines on either side of the ramp. They are each wearing a hoodie with a tuxedo design on the front, save for one of them who is wearing an 'AOA' hoodie. The audience is quite happy to see the return of the Hoodie Ninjas.

Brian Rentfro: Really? A pop for the Hoodie Ninjas?

Lisa Seldon: Alright, now wthat these guys are here. I would like to introduce you to the man of the hour! The man who bravely fought in his second War Games match and helped deal the final deathblow to the Order of Chaos. He is the Sadistic Sex Symbol....Johnny Maverick!

All of a sudden, the lights come up on the band 'Cameo' who start performing their biggest hit 'Word Up'.

Brian Rentfro: Really? Cameo?

Johnny Maverick walks out, looking damn good in a suit with the PWA Tag Title on one shoulder and the Robinson Pro Aggression title on the other. He's smiling his million dollar smile and the crowd is cheering. Johnny hands his belts off to a pair of Hoodie Ninjas before he gives an emphatic pelvic thrust, pyro going off in time with his thrust. He points over at Cameo, almost in disbelief as he walks past all of his Hoodie Ninjas before climbing into the ring. He shakes Lisas hand, he shakes his Fathers hand firmly, he hugs his two brothers, and he kisses Maya hard. Johnny is handed a microphone by one of his Hoodie Ninjas.

Johnny Maverick: Lisa, I know we have a big announcement to get to, but we can't have it without a few other people. Where is Ollie?

Ollies face pops up on the ADCTron

Ollie Maverick: Hey bro, sorry I can't make it. I'm actually in the back getting ready for my match agains't Emily Corlen. I'm with you in spirit, man.

Johnny Maverick: Okay okay, well then. There is one other person that needs reinstating but I can't get a hold of him. I mean it isn't like I can just call him.

Lisa Seldon: Don't worry, champ. I've got this under control.

Lisa takes out what looks like a little remote and pushes a button, a spotlight casts a large 'S' on the ceiling of the arena and the crowd goes wild!

Brian Rentfro: Oh dammit....

Jon McDaniel: Could it be?

We hear the revving of an ATV as 'Go Go Gadget Gospel' by Gnarls Barkley begins to play. Out comes a familiar mask clad face riding the 'QuadSpyke ATV'

Jon McDaniel: YES! THE JADE GUARDIAN OF JUSTICE HAS RETURNED TO THE PWA!

Spykeman!'s hair appears to have gotten a little shorter but still has its familiar green hue. Spykeman! plows through three hoodie ninjas before they figure out to move out of the way as he makes his way to the ring. The audience has exploded at the return of PWA's resident superhero.

Spykeman! jumps on to the ring apron and trips over his own cape trying to get between the ropes and into the ring. He manages to kip up however and basks in the praise of the audience.

Lisa Seldon: Well then, now that that's out of the way, would you like to do the honors, Spykeman!?

Ollie Maverick: Wait wait wait, hold on. I have a bone to pick with this guy. Now I have a chance to come out and confront him. So....Spykeman!... are you in fact Simon Kalis?

Spykeman! looks offended, he takes a microphone and points at the ADCtron accusingly.

Spykeman!: Now look here, Junior! I will not have you spreading your slanderous lies! To prove my innocence, I will challenge Simon Kalis to a match! Anytime, anywhere! However, we aren't here to talk about my secret identity or to live out surpressed sexual fantasies about Lisa Seldon. Nay! We are here to honor the newest champion in the PWA. Well well Johnathan. You have valiantly aided in the destruction of the tyrannical order of Chaos and have proven again and again that you are a man who exemplifies courage, honor, and being Johnny Maverick. In fact, I think I can safely say that there is no one who exemplifies all that is Johnny Maverick more than Johnny Maverick. So, by the power of the amazingly attractive Lisa Seldon, you are hereby awarded.... The "I'm Johnny Maverick World Heavyweight Championship".

Lisa Seldon removes the belt from its bag and hands it to Johnny as confetti and balloons begin to fall from the ceiling. If they had known another song by them, Lisa and Johnny probably would have had Cameo play a more majestic song as Johnny put his title belt around his waist and posed on the turnbuckle with it, but as it is they just start playing 'Word Up' again.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe Lisa Seldon is just HANDING Johnny Maverick a championship. It's ludicrous! It's disrespectful! It's...

Jon McDaniel: Almost exactly how Lucious Starr got to be champion?

Brian Rentfro: That was different.

Jon McDaniel: Well love him or hate him, Johnny Maverick has just begun his first EVER World Title reign.

Brian Rentfro: Oh give me a break.

Johnny Maverick: Wow. I can't believe this! I would like to thank Lisa Seldon, all of my brothers, my insanely hot girlfriend, my dad. I just. I want everyone to know that I am a fighting champion and will take on all other comers who are named Johnny Maverick. As far as I know, those include former Republican president John McCain and a gay porn star. I've got my eye on you, McCain! I hear that guy is pretty spry. I also have to thank Riona Langly. Riona?

The Hoodie Ninja with the 'AOA' hoodie takes off her hood to reveal Riona, smiling but rolling her eyes at her protege's antics.

Johnny Maverick: Riona, you've taught me everything I need to know and I'm sorry that my Wolrd Title is more prestigious than yours....mainly because there's no possible way Lucious Starr or Matt Stone can win it.

Johnny actually manages to get a laugh out of Riona Langly. She then reaches for the microphone but Lisa makes a point of snatching it first.

Lisa Seldon: Johnny Maverick everybody!

Lisa turns to present him to the crowd and starts them off cheering again. It seems like everyone is having a good time until one of the Hoodie Ninjas springs forward and starts throwing punches at Johnny. Johnny immediately starts firing back and Danny Daemon and Jimmy Maverick attempt to pull the assailant away but he slips out of their grasp easilly and slides out of the ring. He takes off his hoodie and throws it to the ground, revealing Jacob Venar wearing his Robinson Pro World Title. He unclips his belt and holds it up for Johnny to see. Johnny holds up his 'IJM' World Heavyweight Title in response. Jacob just shakes his head and runs out the back, a couple Hoodie Ninjas chasing after him.

Johnny: Anyway, fuck that guy! Lets go hit the after-party!

The crowd cheers as Cameo plays 'Word Up' one last time as Johnny poses with his belt.

We fade to commercial.

Riona Langly vs Mark Zout

Singles Match


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

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

Eric Emerson: Mark Zout!

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

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

Once he has nearly reached the side of the ring, Mark dives between the bottom and middle ropes, rolling off the canvas and ricocheting off the ropes, running the length of the ring a couple times to warm up for the match about to unfold.


Brian Rentfro: Mark Zout, what a guy.

Jon McDaniel: Good to see him back in the PWA, isn't it?

Brian Renfro: I wouldn't go thaaaaat far but sure.

Jon McDaniel: You can't deny his talent or skill, Brian.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent!

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

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....
### GO! ###
"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###
Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.
Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION... UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###
Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.
### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your Pioneer Wrestling Association UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!
Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.
### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.
### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###
Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

DING DING DING

Zout points to Riona with a confident grin as Riona stretches, Zout making note of her obvious injuries from WarGames. Zout rushes her but Riona bounces off the ropes and escapes takedown from Zout. Riona bounces off the opposite side ropes and comes flying back with a clothesline that sends Zout out of the ring. Zout grabs Riona by the legs from the outside and sweeps her off of her feet sending her to the canvas hard. Zout jumps back up onto the apron and then hops onto the top rope with precision balancing before falling. He drops his ass on the top rope then flips back into the ring and lands a spectacular leg drop on the downed Riona Langly.

Jon McDaniel: What a stunning move by Mark Zout.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah whatever.

Zout is back on his feet and drops to his knees, grabbing Riona by the neck and locking a sleeperhold in right away. He lifts her up with him as he moves them both into the middle of the ring and begins applying more pressure. Dwayne Cross, the referee for the match checks on Riona who maintains her readiness for the match. Riona grabs Zout's arm over her neck and tries to rip it off but Zout shakes her violently and throws a wayward knee straight into Riona's back. Riona winces and then begins slamming elbows back into Zout's stomach. Zout turns the sleeper hold into a suplex quickly, flipping Riona over and crashing her hard on her head and neck before she can escape the hold. Riona rolls away and winces as Zout gets to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe Zout is taking the fight to Riona here this hard. She must still be feeling the effects of the WarGames match.

Brian Rentfro: Don't make excuses Jon, she's supposed to be a big girl.

Zout charges Riona again but she sidesteps and sends his face smashing into the corner turnbuckle. Zout crashes in hard, flipping over when he does and getting his feet tied on the top ropes. He hangs upside down in the corner and Riona comes blazing in, baseball sliding right into his face. She gets to her feet and begins stomping down on Zout's chest as he tries to wiggle his way out of the ropes. Riona continues to stomp down before backing away. She heads to the other corner opposite Zout and dashes forward, jumping and landing a running knee to the head of Mark Zout. The brute impact frees Zout sending him toppling right over Riona, but he hits the canvas in pain as he holds his knees. Riona pulls Mark into the middle of the ring and grabs him by the legs, putting him perfectly into a Boston crab.

Brian Rentfro: You know it doesn't get the heart pumping like wanton bloody violence does it?

Jon McDaniel: Is that all you care about? This is an excellent display of true wrestling skill here.

Zout yells as he tries to reach for the ropes to no avail. Riona leans into it, applying more pressure to the submission as Zout shakes his head wildly.

Jon McDaniel: Interesting fact, Mark Zout has only ever tapped once in his entire professional career I think.

Brian Rentfro: You think? Well then it isn't a fact is it. Maybe he's tapped out every match, even matches he won. I think!

Zout clenches his fists and pushes forward, inching slowly towards the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: What? How would he tap in matches he's won?

Brian Rentfro: Cause I think.

Zout uses all his strength to pull them both closer to the ropes but Riona moves her leg inside his and locks them in.

Jon McDaniel: Wait forget that, what's Riona doing here?

Riona bends backwards and grabs Zout's neck and pulls up, completely arched over him.

Jon McDaniel: STF! STF! Zout is trapped!

Brian Rentfro: STFU! STFU! Brian is trapped!

Zout flips himself over and Riona crashes against the canvas. Zout keeps their legs locked however and locks in an STF of his own! The fans go nuts as Zout yells at Riona to tap, and Riona flat out refuses to referee Dwayne Cross. Zout flips himself back onto his stomach arches himself further to spread Riona out over the hold applying even more pressure than before. Riona sees an opening and sends a quick elbow right into the side of Zout's face. Zout doesn't let go so Riona sends two elbows, one to each side of his face and he lets go of the hold. Riona rolls away from him and both of them now remain down on the canvas.

Jon McDaniel: Spectacular Brian, just great technical work here.

Brian Rentfro: Oh so you mean people aren't turning their TV's off?

Jon McDaniel: Always so cynical.

Zout and Riona get to their feet and Riona moves in for offense, but Zout grabs her and hip tosses her to the canvas. Zout with an arm drag, followed up by a waistlock. He snap suplexes Riona to the canvas and then points towards the ceiling of the arena. Suddenly a rope is being lowered to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: What is this now?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he's going to make a noose, hang Riona and save us from ragnarok once and for all!

Zout grabs the rope as it lowers enough and it immediately begins raising, with Zout in tow. The fans all rise to their feet as Zout is raised above the ring, he lets go and he spins 1080 degrees before splashing right onto Riona Langly! The fans go NUTS and the cameras flash all the way down as Riona holds her ribs in pain, but Zout does the same as he rolls away kicking the canvas as he too holds this sides.

Brian Rentfro: ...

Jon McDaniel: Whoa!!! A 1080 splash like THAT?! What the?!

Mark Zout climbs to his feet using the ropes as does Riona opposite him, but she stumbles and shows signs of wear and tear from WarGames yet.

BLACK OUT!

Suddenly the lights to the arena completely shut off and all we can hear are the fans cheering and screaming, though there is an obvious commotion in the ring as we hear bodies slamming against it.

Brian Rentfro: This is creepy, I hear something in the ring but I'm not sure what!

Jon McDaniel: Something is happening folks! If we could see we'd say but we can't!

FLASH! The lights turn back on, and inside of the ring both Mark Zout and Riona Langly are laid out and bleeding. Dwayne Cross has no idea what to do as he looks them over and as all the fans finally see it, they shit bricks.

Jon McDaniel: FCF! The letters FCF have been spray painted on both of their backs in gold spray paint!

Brian Rentfro: Why I wonder ever who could have done that, Jon! Mysterious!

Cross checks on both Zout and Riona and Zout is the first to move as he gets back to his feet and wipes the blood from his face. He seems to be cursing someone under his breath as he lifts Riona up by her hair and whips her into the ropes. Riona isn't Champion for no reason though as she comes to in the middle of the swing and leaps forward for a roaring elbow! Zout ducks it and as she comes back he catches her, slams her down for a crucifix pin!

1!

2!!

3!!!

KICK OUT!

DING DING DING

Riona looks around in disbelief as Cross shakes his head, showing her the three fingers as he calls for the bell.

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall... MARK ZOUT!

Riona shakes her head, finally taking note of the spray painted FCF on her back. Zout's hand is raised but he isn't pleased either as he rolls out of the ring and heads backstage.

Jon McDaniel: We all know who's responsible for this... Riona could've won this match but someone screwed her over.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. Mark Zout. When he pinned her, legally. It was clean.

Jon McDaniel: People don't spontaneously burst blood from their faces with spray painted letters on their back, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Not true! People spontaneously combust, so why can't they spontaneously bleed and have FCF spray painted on their backs?!

Jon McDaniel: Whatever the case, Zout has defeated our World Champion and Riona is NOT happy about it...

Lisa and Chamelion Hang Out & Have Great Fun


Backstage finds our beloved Chamelion stepping up to a door marked PWA General Manager: Lisa Seldon. One quick knock for a warning and then he twists the knob and saunters in. Looking up, Lisa raises an eyebrow and Chamelion flops down into the chair opposite her desk.

Chamelion: Heya, Lisa. How’s life?

Lisa, who is currently embroiled in a moment of great conversation, places a final card into a particularly high house of cards before sighing contently and then smashing the whole thing with the back of her hand.

Lisa Seldon: Ah, satisfying.

Chamelion raises an eyebrow.

Chamelion: Can I ask?

Lisa Seldon: Well, I like to build them up, smash it and then start over. It fills out my day until my first meeting.

She gathers another pack of cards and shuffles them back and forth.

Lisa Seldon: Speaking of which; you are not Riona Langly. Congrats.

Chamelion: Yeah, highlight of my life actually. So this is what you do behind closed doors.

Shrugging, Chamelion slips out a folder and lays the contents on the table.

Chamelion: I assume you know what this is.

She takes a quick glance and gets back to her work.

Lisa Seldon: It’s a folder. And it’s magenta.

Chamelion: Indeed. You can play disinterested and coy all you wish. The Board of Directors contacted you, you’re aware of what’s in the folder. You don’t want me in the office any longer then I want to be here, so sign away and we can both get on with our all important business. I, with ol Hayes and you with your house of cards.

Chamelion slides the folder through the mess of cards littering Lisa’s desk.

Lisa lifts the front page and gives it a once over.

Lisa Seldon: Sure, whatever.

She throws a pen over it and then pushes it back.

Lisa Seldon: I’m going to make them build me a pool.

Picking up the pen, Chamelion signs his name and then slaps the contract back into the folder and stands.

Chamelion: Heh, excess expenditures don’t count in the budget, kiddo. So, official now as it is; the Board of Directors will keep their hands out of our business, except to pull us apart by the ears if we step on each other’s toes. You got fifty percent total control, the other half is mine. You already are fully aware I own the company, but this balance is fine to keep us from clashing, because ultimately that’s what you love to do. Well, except for your outfits, they generally don’t clash.

She shrugs.

Lisa Seldon: It’s hard to clash when I only deal in 4 colours.

Then smiles.

Lisa Seldon: You can go now.

Chamelion smirks back, Cheshire grin in place.

Chamelion: Oh, don’t be so transparent, sweetie. The world knows already we pretty much hate each other’s guts. Never the less, my office is almost ready next door, and it’s not as messy as this one. See ya.

Chamelion saunters back out the door, leaving it wide open.

Lisa Seldon: Well... that's just rude.

She returns to her second stack of cards.

An Exciting Incident Occurs!


The camera jumps backstage, through a doorway and into focus just in time to see the Phoenix pick Hunter up, cradle his leg and then splatter him across the concrete floor with the Flame.

Hunter let's a twitch escape as he flattens out over the floor while the Phoenix looms over him. He then takes a length of barbedwire, drops it down and then stamps it into Hunter's face twice over before referee's and security pull them apart.

We fix on a shot of Sullivan, flat out and bloodied up, before cutting away.

Ahrid Arrafat vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


Bogard grapples Ahrid and spins him around for a vicious DDT, following it up quickly with a swift kick to the head. Ahrid rolls away from another kick and lands a vicious kick of his own from the canvas, straight into Bogard's knee cap. Bogard winces and falls, holding his knee in pain as Ahrid follows it up with a straight strike to the throat of Bogard. Bogard holds his throat now as Ahrid moves in further, but Bogard headbutts him and sends him back. Bogard is on his feet now, as is Ahrid. Ahrid steps forward for a strike, almost lunging at Bogard but Bogard sidesteps him and takes him down with a perfectly executed russian leg sweep. Bogard grabs ahold of Ahrid, lifting him up then dropping him down with a death valley driver that sends the fans to their feet. Bogard isn't going to relent but as he goes for a snap suplex but Ahrid lands on his feet and spins sending a heel kick straight into the back of Bogard's head. Bogard stumbles forward and Ahrid lays precision strikes to the back of Bogard's knee, then just under his thigh following it up with a roundhouse kick to Bogard's ribs. Bogard stumbles into the corner turnbuckle and holds onto it. Ahrid comes up behind him but Bogard sends an elbow out back, nailing Ahrid across the face. Out of nowhere, KIKOSHI DRIVER BY CODY BOGARD! He quickly hooks both legs and Cross counts the 1, the 2 and the 3.

Bogard wins in stylish fashion, pointing to fans with signs such as "Robinson Pro KILLA" and "WTF IS A CRISIS ACE?" before leaving Ahrid in the ring.

Backstage


We are taken to a scene backstage where El Gringo Tonto is speaking to a mystery man backstage. Tonto himself was wearing a face-covering hood over his mask.

El Gringo Tonto: I can't believe this! You take my place and don a replica mask for the past two weeks so that I can compete in Mexico with no other obligations to fulfill and you achieve what?! Getting into a scuff that doesn't involve me in the ring and then losing at a pay-per-view?! you're fired! get out of my face!

with that the man shrouded in darkness hung his head and left the frame. Gringo, turning around revealed that he was wearing a nice three piece suit as he made his way to the entrance curtain.

A Special Fan


Jon McDaniel: Folks, we'd like to spotlight a special person in our audience here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. This guy was savagely and brutally attacked after he purchased himself a front row ticket to the show tonight. So everyone here at the PWA would just like everyone to know what a brave young fan he is!

Jon McDaniel: That's right Brian. He fought hard to get out here to this show, even though he had his face smashed against the pavement and needs a face cast now

Brian Rentfro: Then they broke his arm just so they could grab his ticket. But he fought hard to be here so he could see his favorite wrestler and his absolute hero and role model here toni... Wait am I reading this right?

The camera shows Brian hand the sheet to Jon who looks at him and nods.

Brian Rentfro: His favorite wrestler, absolute hero and role model Jacob Collins.

The camera pans to the front row, where the injured fan stands up. He has a large trench coat on, with his left arm in a sling and a cast. He waves with his right hand and everyone in the arena gives him a big cheer and a loud pop as he waves. He is also wearing an extra large fitted Jacob Collins baseball hat that was made to fit around the fact his entire skull is covered in a cast.

Brian Rentfro: Wow. Didn't think they made Collins merchandise.

Jon McDaniel: Brian! Ugh... Anyways. This brave young fan's name is Harry, and I think we should all stand and applaud his efforts to be here after what he's been through.

Brian Rentfro: Jeez you make it sound like he was in WarGames last week.

It's Steeper Than It Looks On TV


For a moment, darkness and silence engulfs the entire arena and viewers on television see a blank feed. Then, a single light winks in and out of existence on the ramp, and is followed by another one, and a third as the epic opening to "Rising Mercury" comes to life over the PA. Just barely visible, a heavy fog begins to settle in on the ramp and migrate down to the fans below as a row of 12 women in skimpy white togas and angels wings made of the finest goose down make their way to the ramp.

Two women stand in front, burning torches scented with purest sandalwood as the fumes waft into the awestruck crowd. Still others throw rose petals, staring into the crowd and the camera with looks of focus and intense devotion. Finally, six of the women stand in the center of the formation, holding up a litter on their backs, and as this company of angels make their way down the ramp and a majestic, heavenly light spreads through the arena, we see Teresa Quaranta in the litter, surveying the entire arena with a grin and eating a bunch of grapes. She soaks in the cheers while wearing an olive wreath and an elaborate white toga with real gold trim. The caravan comes to a stop outside of the ring, and two angels on each side carefully escort her down from it, lovingly removing all of the extraneous gear. A couple of other girls escort her to the ring and a very soft mist descends from the rafters as the music begins to peak. Naturally, a spotlight falls on her as she raises her arms and soaks in the adulation of the crowd.

PA: Ladies and Gentlemen, hailing from Toronto, Ontario. Standing at a statuesque 6'3", she loves children, small animals, and YOUR favorite local sports team! She is Fucking Divine... this is Teresa Quaranta!

Teresa clears her throat.

Teresa Quaranta: My microphone.

One of the angels bows.

Penelope: Yes, Your Splendiferousness.

After a few seconds, she returns with a mic.

Teresa Quaranta: I come to address you, my most loyal admirers, in the aftermath of yet another thrilling but simultaneously entirely predictable victory. The barbarian hordes of Rebel Pro came to the gates of a company in turmoil, thinking that they would take advntage of us while we were divided, thinking they could spread anarchy and their own peculiar brand of garbage wrestling to an audience that expects and deserves better. But after Good vs. Evil, they're wondering how they will pay their medical bills and feed their families, since this is America you know...

There's some light booing, but Teresa waves it down with a smile.

Teresa Quaranta: Relax, America. And while I'm pleased with the effort and determination that everyone on Team PWA put together last week, I've got to say that there were a couple of ladies who didn't put their best foot forward...

She gives a large smile and paces across the ring.

Teresa Quaranta: The James sisters. Starillivia and Deleriosity, and there might be a third one that's an cousin twice removed. I get that this month hasn't gone well for you. I mean, you lost the world tag titles, you got eliminated during the Bragging Rights match, Aunt Flo managed to visit each and everyone of you a little bit late. But splitting my lovely visage open with that cast. Kicking me in the stomach. Spitting on my face? All things that are Not OK, especially since Sarah shouldn't have even been involved with that match in the first place.

She slowly wipes her forehead, shaking it as if in rememberance.

Teresa Quaranta: It wasn't the kind of professionalism we expect from a PWA athlete, but it is the kind of jerkery that we expect from the Blazenwing family line. And while I could very easily make sure that Sarah or Katie or Emily or Jen or whoever else don't qualify for the tag championships... or the IC championship, or any kind of championship outside of the World Coma Victims Invitational... I've decided that I'm going to forget about it until I have a throwaway match with you in a few weeks, after which there will be some serious fuck muckery of your collective faces.

Teresa Quaranta: I've just been in... a really good mood. A mood I would almost describe as loving. We're in that wonderful period when on crappy stable has died and the next crappy stable hasn't yet risen. It's a time of infinite possibilities, a time when anyone can break out or fade to obscurity. A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting backstage with a really stiff drink, listening to another awful Simon Kalis promo, and I thought... have times gotten so dire that everyone with a triple digit IQ can anoint themselves a deity of professional wrestling? But then I thought to myself, Self, YOU have a triple digit IQ! And if you become a leader of a cult, you won't have to pay income taxes in Canada.

A slow nod, as some of the angels applaud in the background.

Teresa Quaranta: And I could think of no more fitting way to usher in a new age of light and happiness to PWA than by popping Blake Witcroft's leg out of his socket and playing fucking darts with it. So Starr? Witcroft? I suggest that you two figure out how you're going to escape this match with a win while these girls try to find a way to carry me up the ramp.

She makes a puzzled face, and the camera zooms out to some rather funny looking pantomiming as the picture fades.

Jacob Collins: The Greatest of All Time


Jon McDaniel: Welcome back folks and wow, do we have such a great thing to show you.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, even I'm impressed.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob Collins heard the brave story of young Harry and, during the break came out to ringside and spent a few moments with his number one fan. We have the footage!

The camera scene flashes and the words "During The Break" appear on the bottom of the screen. "Cells" by The Servant plays over the speakers as we see "The Perennial Loser" Jacob Collins come out to ringside from the backstage area. He meets with the horribly beaten fan Harry and they pose for photographs and Jacob even sign's Harry's fitted "#1 Collins Fan!" hat. The crowd cheers as we cut back to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob Collins, what a class act folks.

Matt Stone vs Jacob Figgins

Singles Match


An odd and rather upbeat folky tune hits the speakers, a hooded figure emerging from the stage. The song is suddenly interuppted by the scratching of a record and the screaming falsetto.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring...

Fog in the streets
A church clock beats
Midnight - darkness all around

Jumping onto a nearby barricade, he throws off his hood to reveal his features. Figgy proceeds to slap hands with nearby fans

You better beware
You better take care
Be prepared for the shock

Finally travelling toward the ring he takes the time to jump onto the other barricade and exchange with more fans. Before finally tossing off his hoody and casting it into the crowd

The time has come
And he’s the one
Who’s breathing down your neck

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 245 pounds and hails from Kansas City, Missouri.

Figgy hops off the barricade making a mad dash for the ring. Hopping onto the barricade, he hooks as arm about the top rope. His free arm pumping a fist into the air

Coming from behind
Now it’s your time
A loser will die

Hooking both arms about the top rope, Figgy leans back far, flipping himself into the ring. Quickly hopping onto a turnbuckle to flail his head about

Fast as a shark he’ll cut out of the dark
He’s a killer - he’ll rip out your heart
On a one way track and you’re not coming back
’cause the killer’s on the attack

Eric Emerson: He is the "Next Conspiracy" JACOB FIIIGINNNNS

Hopping off he lands in the center of the ring, boucing on his feet while awaiting the bell

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos accompanied by her personal interview Elizabeth Davis. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a "Canada sucks" sign and just walks on.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt whispers something to Liz and she nods, walking around the ring and taking a seat in a folding chair set up for her. Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie, setting it on the apron where Liz gets up to retrieve before returning to her chair. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: Brian, this promises to be a very technical bout between these two.

Brian Rentfro: Jacob has been gone from the business too long, Stone will wipe the floor with him.

Collar and elbow lock up center ring. Jacob with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Matt quickly reverses into a wristlock and hammerlock of his own. Jacob with a quick dart and a duck is beside Stone, lifting him up. Matt flips over onto his feet, side headlock onto Jacob. Figgy with a rapid fire elbow thrust breaks the side headlock, both men back off looking at each other.

Jon McDaniel: Neither man able to get an advantage beyond one single move in that exchange.

Brian Rentfro: Matt is probably playing with Jacob, you know that whole false sense of security and thing.

Collar and elbow lockup, Figgins powers through with a knee to the midsection and a subsequent swinging neckbreaker, that Stone counters into a hammerlock. Jacob waits for a moment as Stone takes the oppurtunity to pound a few fists into Jacob's ribs and taunt him with a few words about his wrestling skill. Jacob grunts and ducks out of the hammerlock. Jacob knees Matt back in the gut, bringing him down with a single arm DDT!

Jon McDaniel: What a counter!

Brian Rentfro: Lucky move.

Jacob drops a knee onto the exposed neck of Stone before dropping an elbow on the neck as well. Jacob pulls Stone's head up just enough to slip his arm in there to apply a side headlock. Stone shoves up, but Jacob quickly wrenches on the side headlock, working over the neck with expert precision; Matt falls back to the canvas for a moment. Jacob is now the one taunting Stone as it becomes obvious that this match is going to be one of one upmanship between these two technically sound wrestlers.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob working over the neck, evidentaly following his game plan.

Brian Rentfro: Rest assured Mr. Figgins supporter that Matt Stone has a game plan as well.

Matt gets a knee under him to begin shoving up to his feet. Jacob wrenches the neck and head more but Stone is fighting through the pain to get up to his feet. Matt with an elbow to Jacob's ribs, but the hold isn't loosened. Matt with a second elbow and follows it up with a quick third and fourth elbow; Jacob releases the side headlock.

Brian Rentfro: See, what did I tell you?

Matt with an Irish whip sends Jacob into the ropes, Jacob bounces back off the ropes. Matt Stone with a hip toss sends Jacob down hard onto his back. Stone off the ropes, leaping double foot stomp onto the lower portion of Figgy's back, causing hiim to grunt out in pain. Matt digs a knee into the back for good measure before dropping a perfectly placed elbow into the same spot as well. Matt begins to taunt Jacob some more with words that are far from encouragement. Jacob rolls over, but Stone with a kick to his face stops any offense that Jacob might have had on his mind. Stone pulls Figgy up to a vertical base, thanks to a hand full of hair, where he applies an abdominal stretch. Jacob counters lifting Stone up to slam him down on his neck! Figgins falls into the ropes gasping for a second before turning around.

Jon McDaniel: What a counter from Jacob there!

Brian Rentfro: I almost can't believe it either!

Jacob rolls Stone over, dropping an elbow onto the neck as well. Jacob with a few questions about his wrestling ability now pulls Stone slowly up to his feet all the while throwing a few body shots in. Knife edge chop backs Stone up, but Matt not to be outdone stings a chop right back to Jacob. Figgins with a second stinging chop, but Stone fires a stinging chop right back to the chest of Figgins. Jacob with a palm strike rocks Stone's head back, and the stinging chop backs him up a step further. Jacob with a second and third palm strike has Stone in the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob Figgins is on a roll here!

Brian Rentfro: You just wait, Stone will counter something here in just a minute.

Figgins with an Irish whip. Stone counters!

Brian Rentfro: See...

Jacob bounces off the ropes right into a hip toss from Stone. Jacob slams down hard onto his back where Matt Stone quickly rolls him over and begins to place knee shots into the lower part of his back. Matt leaps into the air, double knee drop onto the lower portion of Jacob's back before Matt drops a series of elbows onto the same exact spot doing his best to maximize the amount of damage. Matt yells something to Figgins, but the microphones can't pick it up, but if the expression on Stone's face is any indication it is a good t hing they didn't pick it up.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe he said that!

Brian Rentfro: Said what?

Jon McDaniel: I'm not repeating it.

Stone jumps up into the air, double foot stomp and now Figgins is writhing in pain on the canvas. Stone rolls him over, lifting his legs by the ankles up into the air. Stone steps through locking the legs before stepping over.

Brian Rentfro: Stone's signature submission hold... the Sharpshooter!

Jon McDaniel: Jacob has to make it to the ropes or figure out a way to break the hold.

Jacob looks up to see the ropes oh so far away as he is center ring. Jacob lowers his head and begins the crawl as Stone leans back in the hold to maximize the amount of damage and pain. Scott Swindell crawls along with Figgins inquiring if he wants to quit. Jacob shakes his head no that he doesn't want to quit as he digs his elbows in a bit more to crawl another inch towards the ropes. Stone leans back even further, tipping the edge of balance in order to cause Figgins even more pain. Jacob reaches out for the ropes, but is just about a foot too far away from the safety of the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Break him Stone!

Jon McDaniel: Jacob near the ropes, will he get...

Stone pulls Jacob away from the ropes just as his fingers grab the bottom rope for the legal break. Stone sits back, but Jacob shoves him hard with his legs sending Stone's face crashing into the top turnbuckle. Stone falls back stumbling as he tries to catch his balance. Jacob is up onto his feet, wrapping Stone's arm around his own neck lifting him back and driving Stone onto his head with a suplex!

Jon McDaniel: Another New Crisis!

The crowd explodes with cheers at the resiliency of Jacob Figgins here as he falls to his knees winded and exhausted. Jacob holds at his lower back, trying to find the strength to get back up and fight some more. Jacob pulls himself up to his feet, dropping a knee down onto Stone's neck. Jacob lifts Stone into a seated position, locking on a three quarter Nelson. Stone tries to break the hold, but Figgins has it firmly locked into place.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob with a three quarter Nelson.

Brian Rentfro: That hold should be illegal!

Stone gets his feet under him, shoving himself up to a vertical base. Jacob fires a knee into Matt's ribs causing Stone to double over towards his left side. Figgins drops the three quarter Nelson lifting Stone up, dropping him throat first across his bent knee.

Jon McDaniel: Jacob trying to turn the match into his favor with that move.

Brian Rentfro:Stone isn't out of it yet McDaniel!

Matt clutches at his throat as Jacob makes the cover; Swindell slides right into perfect position.

One!

Two!

Th

Stone able to get his shoulder up to break the pin.

Brian Rentfro: Stone showing his strength there and his endurance as well.

Jacob pulls Stone up to a kneeling position, but Stone slams a punch into Jacob's thigh getting the upperhand for the moment. Jacob doubles over holding at his thigh. Stone shoves himself up and slams his uppercut right into Jacob's chin rocking Figgins backwards on his heels. Stone, using the momentum, swings around with a kick to the back of Jacob's knees bringing him into a kneeling position.

Brian Rentfro: Kneel Before Zod you heathen!

Stone is in the ropes quickly springing down onto Figgins with a double knee drop onto Jacob's lower back, continuing to work on that particular spot.

Brian Rentfro: Stone working on that lower back for another Sharpshooter.

Stone drops an elbow onto the spot before deciding that Jacob is ready for the Sharpshooter. Matt has the ankles and leans over to begin the application of the submission move. Jacob wshoves him backwards with some of his last remaining strength. Stone slams back first into the corner but Jacob is shoving himself up to meet Stone. Belly to belly sends Stone slamming down onto his neck. Jacob maintains the hold, rolling through onto Stone's neck to lift him up for a second belly to belly and this one slams Stone onto his head and neck!

Jon McDaniel: Figgins with a rolling belly to belly there working on the head and neck of Matt Stone.

Jacob rolls back up to his feet, digging in his boot...

Jon McDaniel: Hello Kitty Elbow Pad!

The crowd jumps back up to their feet, they love this move!

Brian Rentfro: The pad is loaded!

Jacob goes to apply the pad, but Stone shoves him into the ropes. Jacob maintains hold of the pad before whipping Stone into the ropes instead. Jacob lowers his head for the charge, Stone flips over him! Figgins is slammed down into the canvas and the Hello Kitty elbow pad is slung out of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Rolling Stone!

Stone stays for the cover as Swindell slides into position.

One!

Two!

Thre

Jacob kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: What a slow count!

Jon McDaniel: Jacob's endurance is paying off here as he is able to kick out!

Stone is ticked and pulls Jacob up to his feet with a very large hand full of hair. Stone with a shoulder thrust into the dazed Figgins while he is still pretty much out on his feet. Stone with an Irish Whip sends Figgins into the corner where he slams chest first into the padding. Stone runs in with a roaring elbow smash, but Figgins spins out of the way aiming a spinning toe kick right to Stone's forehead!

Jon McDaniel: What a connection!

Brian Rentfro: Bet his boot is loaded too!

The impact keeps Stone on his feet momentarily. Jacob reaches down into his other boot...

Jon McDaniel: Another Hello Kitty Elbow Pad!

Jacob hurriedly puts it on. Running elbow smash! Stone goes down in a heap and Jacob makes the cover!

One!

Two!

Thre

Stone able to kick out somehow!

Jacob pulls Stone up, but Matt rolls him up for a pin.

One!

Two!

Jacob kicks out and the hold is broken. Stone back up, roundhouse kick connects with Jacob's temple and he goes down! Stone quickly rolls him over so that he has the length of the ring to crawl for the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Sharpshooter!

Jacob lifts his head up, a dazed look in his eyes as he tries to crawl for the ropes, but just can't go anywhere. Matt Stone has ahold of the top rope and no one but the fans notice as Jacob struggles for the far ropes again to no avail. Jacob shakes his head at Swindell's inquiry.

Brian Rentfro: Matt Stone is settled in. This one is all over.

Matt Stone pushes back with the aid of the ropes while Figgins’ hand hovers over the mat… but suddenly, Matt Stone lets go and jumps to the ropes, spitting a few curs at Mark Zout, who is currently taking up the entrance way.

Brian Rentfro: What’s he doing here?

Jon McDaniel: Setting his sights on the Intercontinental Title I’m assuming.

Brian Rentfro: Well he’s about to get a showing in how badly that’ll go.

Jacob Figgins crawls toward the ropes as Matt and Mark exchange some words and the occasional belt around the waist motion. After a few moments Matt breaks it off and turns back to Figgins, dragging him off the mat and throwing up a knee for the –

Brian Rentfro: C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-COMBO Breaker!

But Figgins holds onto the ropes and darts back, letting him hit the mat. Matt Stone scrambles back to his feet and runs right into a loaded elbow pad.

Brian Rentfro: Hello Kitty Doom Doom Train!

Jon McDaniel: Name would be better with just one Doom.

Matt Stone goes cross-eyed and staggers through the ring, right into the hands of Jacob Figgins.

Brian Rentfro: Crisis Averted!

Jon McDaniel: You’re good at names.

Matt Stone, still stuck in a daze, waves his arms through the air as Figgins lifts him off his shoulders, snatches him out of the air and then drills him with the German Suplex. Holding for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three

Eric Emerson: Your winner by submission... The Next Conspiracy... Jacob Figgins!

Jacob rolls out of the ring, looking back in as he just stares at Matt Stone, smiling as he backs up the ramp.

Brian Rentfro: not to put too fine a point on it, but Matt Stone just got fucked.

Jon McDaniel: A run in and a loaded elbow pad. What makes you say that?

Ran Out Of Marxx Puns For Titles!

seriously


As we come back from commercial break, we see Bud Adams backstage with his microphone.

Bud Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, from the winning team at War Games: your Midnight Role Model, Marxx!

And Marxx walks in screen, wearing a simple white t-shirt, a vest and a hat.

Bud Adams: So Marxx, how do you feel after this victory?

Marxx: Honestly, I couldn’t feel any better. I have sore muscles, bandages on many parts of my body...

He takes off his hat to show the 14 stitches on his forehead.

Marxx: ... Some permanent scars to show to my grandchildren when I’ll tell them the story...

He takes a little pause, and then continues.

Marxx: Overall, I’m in a really horrible shape, but inside, I’m even happier than the day I got my first bottle of whiskey...

He turns to his left, only to see Joshua Danielson charging at them. His only reaction is to shove Bud to the side and then dodge Danielson. As he turns back to hit him, Josh decides to run away. Out of rage, Marxx puts his hat on, and then grabs the microphone Bud dropped on the floor.

Marxx: Sorry about that, Bud.

The camera follows him as he walks towards the stage entrance. The image switches to the arena as we hear “Welcome to the Masquerade” by Thousand Foot Krutch. Marxx comes out of the entrance, microphone in hands. He is too frustrated to even look at the fans. He walks around the ring, and then stops in front of the ring announcer. He grabs him by the tie and pulls him off from his chair. From there, he grabbed it and slid inside the ring.

Marxx: JOSHUA!

He holds the chair in one hand, pointing at the entrance with it.

Marxx: You want me so bad! Well here I am! Come on over and fight me like a man... If you dare!

The fans start cheering for this possible brawl taking place in front of them. Marxx walks from side to side inside the ring, waiting for Joshua to come out.

Marxx: Come on man! Let’s do this once and for all.

With no sign of Joshua, Marxx decides to open up the chair and take a seat in the centre of the ring.

Marxx: Alright then, you know I can wait here all night if I have to, but I’ll get ya! I’m not going to leave this ring before you came here and fight me.

After a few seconds, music begins to play into arena. Unfortunately for Marxx, isn’t “Trust” by Megadeth, but rather “Fear of Dying” by Jack Off Jill. Lisa Seldon appears on the entrance ramp, a microphone in hands.

Lisa Seldon: Hey man. Nice plan and all. Really, a tried and tested classic. Thing is though, we both know he’s not coming. And after eating concrete earlier in the night, I’m pretty sure Sullivan is taking the rest of the night off to try and pour his brain juice back in his ear.

She takes a walk down the ramp.

Lisa Seldon: All of which means you’ve got the night off, which you should enjoy… somewhere else.

Lisa reaches the floor and takes the steps up to the ring. By the look of things though, Marxx clearly isn’t for moving.

Lisa Seldon: Look, this is a two hour show, and amongst the gratuitous Simon Kalis montages, belt ceremonies, Lisa Seldon office visits and fifteen thousand matches we put on in an average week, there’s seriously no more time for another pouty French Canadian ring invasion.

Lisa slips into the ring. Marxx folds his arms.

Lisa Seldon: You’re not budging, are you?

He makes his point shrugging his shoulders. Lisa lets go a sigh.

Lisa Seldon: Fine, you’ll get your rematch, I’m not unreasonable. Tonight though, you’re going home early, because you’re clearly not fit to be here.

She looks him up and down.

Lisa Seldon: Physically or otherwise.

She fixes him with a stare, giving him one last chance… yet he stands his ground, elicting another sigh.

Lisa Seldon: Sorry man; got a show.

Lisa jumps back out her ring and snaps her fingers, prompting the nearby security to swarm the ring. The security team make a careful move toward him but quickly jump back when he leaps to his feet. He then turns and kicks the chair across the ring in frustration before taking a step forward. Security moves on him again but he barks a few words that force them to part. He then steps from the ring, security close ranks behind him and we cut away from the ring.

Blake Witcroft and Lucious Starr vs Jethro Hayes and Teresa Quaranta

Tag-Team Match


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim, and the spotlights in the arena pulsate and dance across the arena, in tune to the primal drumbeat of At The Drive-In's Arcarsenal. The video screen above the entrance lights up, looking like faded paper, and overlapped with drawings of rotating, interconnected gears, half-finished mechanisms and small words in a strange text. The screen flashes back and forth between the blueprints and highlights of Teresa's career.

The drums thump. Then, with the lights down, a soft spotlight focuses on the top of the ramp, as Teresa Quaranta storms through the curtain, smirking and raising a slight eyebrow at the audience. She wears a black, long-sleeved singlet, coupled with kneepads and a heavy pair of boots.

Teresa pauses at the top of the ramp and deliberately raises two fingers to her neck for a few seconds, then to her wrist. Once her pulse is checked, she takes a deep breath, pivots towards the crowd and flicks her hand towards the ring, sticking her nose in the air and jawing snidely at the fans. As she reaches the ring, she steps through the middle rope, beige sparklers fall from above the ring, but Teresa doesn't give them much acknowledgment besides looking in their direction.

She walks to the turnbuckle and leans against it with a knowing smile, waiting for the match to start.
Eric Emerson: And her partner…

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

Colt Ford's special remake of this song for Jethro Hayes hits up in the arena's speakers. The youngest Grand Slam Champion in PWA history walks through the black curtain, he looks out to the crowd.

~Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Jethro Hayes with all his friends, we're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes.~

Up on the screen a blacktop road begins to wind away in front of us and we travel along it as though we are in a car. Jethro holds his fisted right hand into the air and the crowd pops for. Jethro begins to walk down the ramp making sure to slap the hands of the fans along his way. Jethro goes from side to side because if they are going to respect him for what he is doing and how he is changed, he will respect them as well.

~We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, done came a long way since back in them days, been ‘round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come and then go~

Along the side of the ropes are buildings erected with the names of the Championships that he has won instead of typical names of businesses. Other such names include "Hall of Fame", "Wrestler of the Quarter", "Face of the Year", and many "Match of the Quarter" buildings are all along side the rode. He reaches the bottom of the ramp.

~Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin' gunna happen, most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so im rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town~

The road winds through a small city, but the image of the very arena in which we are having the PWA show tonight comes into view around a corner. Jethro climbs the steps and is on the apron. He wipes his feet out of respect for the legends in this sport and the respect he has for this sport before stepping through the ropes.

(Chorus with John Michael Montgomery singing)
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, to take a ride through the country.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Georgia he stands at six feet seven inches, weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds... Jethro Hayes!

~Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to give ‘em some hot beats and spit that country~

Jethro hits the ropes, bouncing off to get the blood pumping a bit before his match. The blacktop road in front of us enters the arena's door and heads somewhere inside.

~His overalls don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a John Deere t-shirt, no nothin' but work. Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead~

Jethro climbs the turnbuckle that faces the majority of the crowd, holding up his fisted right hand before pointing to them. Just in front of the blacktop road is a black curtain, we sit here waiting as though it is the end of our ride.

~See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,~

He drops down, rushing to the opposite side of the ring to climb up and point to that section of the crowd.

~Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don't want 'em! So now yall all know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don't give a damn!~

Jethro drops down, heading to the third corner and once again climbs up, pointing out to himself before he points to the crowd.

The chorus hits up again...

~Now before I pack my things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you're always welcome, take a ride through the country.~
Jethro climbs the final turnbuckle, and points to this section of the crowd.

~You might have seen me on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing, you see, I'm still that same ‘ol country boy, and that's all I'll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded, I take a ride through the country~

Jethro drops down, he heads to center ring where he looks down to gather his thoughts before the match.

~At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to shove and every one of us will fight~

Even through the roar of the crowd, Jethro nods as he listens to the song and allows it to remind him of things in the past. It reminds him of the times he's been pushed around and how he will not let it happen anymore.

~We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give yall fair warnin', country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin' in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the American way, no body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think Colt's kinda odd, but I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!~

Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen, showing that Jethro considers those fans in attendance friends.(it goes back to the very first line in the first verse). Jethro turns to face the entrance ramp, raising his head up so that he can see it clearly.

Eric Emerson: And introducing their opponents. First…

The opening riff hits the P.A. System as Blake Witcroft step out from behind the curtain in his brilliantly tailored suit. With his arms out stretched he taunts the crowd flipping the bird to the audience closest to the stage.

I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
Praying it all be new
and living like it all depends on you

Blake shakes his head as he walks down the ramp not allowing the fans to touch him pointing towards himself while saying words inaudible to the fans around him.

Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again

As he steps onto the matting around the ring at which point he looks around at the fans bends his elbows and nods his head vigorously before, walking up the steps and taking a few steps on the apron before turning quickly and thrusting his arms out to his side leaning against the ropes.

I love that you’re never satisfied
with face value wisdom and happy lies
you take what they say and go back and cry
you’re so close to me that you nearly died

Blake stepped through the middle and top rope and entering the ring and walking around in a large circle before taking off his sports coat and dress shirt and stretching out before his match as he waited for his partner.

Here you are down on your knees again
trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again
Eric Emerson: And his partner…

Brian Rentfro: Well, we’ve all heard that Lucious Starr is not cleared to compete tonight, so it’s time to find out who is going to replace him for this match.

Jon McDaniel: I hope it isn’t another former Order guy. Seriously, how redundant would that be?

The crowd stares anxiously at the entrance ramp, but there is no movement. Eric Emerson looks to the timekeeper, who pushes him to call it again.

Eric Emerson: And Blake Witcroft’s partner…

The lights die down for a moment, leaving a single red glow. The PWA-tron flickers to life, showing gruesome images from WarGames. First, the whipping of Riona Langly with barbed wire. Followed by Raizzor being dropped through an announce table with Hell’s Wrath. It cuts to an image of Jethro Hayes, busted open and bleeding heavily, and then the screen goes black.

Voice: AM I WORTHY NOW?!

The image of Lucious Starr appears, railroad spike in hand. He bleeds heavily as the screenshot proceeds in slow motion, Lucious stabbing himself again and again with the spike. An eerie grin crosses his face as “Fell On Black Days” hits the PA, the crowd in amazement.

Brian Rentfro: No… it can’t be!

Jon McDaniel: How the hell…

From backstage walks a cloaked figure, the single red glow giving it an ominous hue. The figure starts towards the ring, still entirely veiled by his cloak. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to look up at the ring. All three participants look on, unsure of what to expect.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen…

The figure removes his hood, revealing a still heavily bandaged Lucious Starr. He shoots under the bottom rope, aiming right for Jethro Hayes as he spears the big man to the ground. He launches a flurry of rights and lefts, hoping to break open the wounds from WarGames. Teresa starts in, but is quickly stopped as Blake Witcroft steps up, nailing a beautiful European uppercut (for what other kind of uppercut suits an English Gentleman than a European one?). Referee Lance Weston enters the ring, two PWA security guards walking to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell? Lucious just got here, and they’re hauling him off already?

Jon McDaniel: Hey, if Lisa Seldon is letting him compete, I think security is for his well-being, not to screw him over.

Brian Rentfro: Damn.

Lucious continues to assault Hayes, an evil grin across his face as a small trickle of blood starts from one of Jethro’s wounds. Weston pulls Lucious off, scolding the former World Champion, as Jethro wipes the blood from his brow and gets to his feet. Lucious looks to Hayes, fury in his eyes, as he steps past Weston. Jethro nods, waving Lucious on as he prepares for battle. Witcroft and Quaranta are sent to their respective corners as Weston calls for the bell. Jethro and Lucious lock up, both men trying to shove the other. Neither one seems to have fully recovered, however, as they find themselves in a standoff. Lucious feels Jethro letting loose, wondering what’s going on and throws a kick to Hayes’ sternum. Jethro has it scouted, releasing Lucious and grabbing his foot, throwing it to the side and nailing a vicious short-arm clothesline. Lucious hits the mat, but is soon to his feet as Jethro rebounds off the ring ropes. Lucious ducks another clothesline attempt, turning around to meet Hayes with a big boot, both men colliding as Jethro turns with the same plan. Both men hit the mat, shaking it off as they start back to their feet.

Jon McDaniel: A lot of bad blood between these two. Lucious believes Jethro betrayed him back at RPM II, and Jethro has all the hate in the world for Starr after he stole the World Championship back at Manitoba Mayhem.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious did not STEAL the title, Jon. Riona should have been at Mayhem, and she wasn’t. Her mistake was Lucious’ gain. If she had been at the show, MAYBE she would have retained the title.

Jon McDaniel: You’re still on the whole Order kick, aren’t you?

Brian Rentfro: No. ALL HAIL LUCIOUS STARR!!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah.

Jethro and Lucious are back to their feet, each one trying to gain the upper hand. Lucious has Jethro for a moment, locking in a belly-to-belly, but Jethro throws a shoulder to Lucious’ head and gets behind him, shoving the former Champion. This causes Lucious to start into the ropes, rebounding as Jethro sets up for a spinebuster. Lucious walks right into it, but quickly shifts his weight and nails Hayes with a DDT. He starts to his feet as Weston makes his way over, telling Lucious to exit the ring. Lucious looks confused, Weston signaling a blind tag was made. Witcroft jumps in, patting Lucious’ shoulder as he heads for the corner, Blake starting in on Hayes. A few good stomps to the head keeps Jethro down as Blake takes in the jeers from the crowd, playing to Teresa in her corner. She starts in, but is stopped by Weston, giving Blake the chance to kick Jethro once right in the groin before leaning against the ropes. Jethro lies near motionless on the ground, grasping his jewels.

Jon McDaniel: A blatant disqualification and Lance Weston was distracted by Teresa. Son of a bitch.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, all’s fair in love and war, no? And this is WAR!! Go Blake!!

Jon McDaniel: You smarmy asshole.

Blake checks on Lucious, the Fury nodding. Blake starts up to a rising Jethro, aiming for a punt kick. Jethro moves at the last moment, Blake missing as Jethro pulls him into a schoolboy. Blake is caught off-guard, but quickly rolls out before Weston can drop his hand. Jethro and Witcroft stand, Blake charging the larger man. Jethro launches a boot, Blake ducks, tries for a rear-waistlock, but Jethro holds steady to the ground. They start back to the ropes, Jethro pushing Blake as they hit the ropes and come off. Hayes ducks enough for Witcroft to lose his hold and fall over Jethro, Hayes tagging in his partner. Teresa flies into the ring, nailing a prone Blake with a springboard leg drop. He hits the mat, trying to shake it off as Teresa stands, launching herself back to the ropes. She comes off; hitting a dropkick to the face, Witcroft again hits the mat. Lucious starts in, gaining Weston’s attention, but quickly backs off as Teresa aims a kick towards the Brit’s groin. Weston turns around just in time for Teresa to stop mid-kick, avoiding the DQ. She drops on top of Witcroft, however, and applies a camel clutch. Blake isn’t ready to give in as he pushes himself to one knee, falling back enough to grab the ropes. Teresa refuses to break the hold, garnering a four count from Weston before she reluctantly releases Witcroft. Jethro tags himself in, stomping away at Blake’s head as he starts to his feet. Lucious looks on, anxious, as Blake tries unsuccessfully to fight back.

Jon McDaniel: That’s it, Jethro! Time for some swift justice!

Brian Rentfro: JUSTICE?? This is an outrage! Jethro stands there and says he wants a fight, but instead he’s abusing the whole tag thing to keep an unfair advantage! How the hell is that fair?

Jon McDaniel: All’s fair in love and war, no?

Brian Rentfro: That’s not… um… nevermind.

Jethro and Teresa continue to tag back and forth, keeping Blake grounded. Witcroft grabs the ropes, causing Weston to pull Teresa back, allowing Witcroft to regroup on the outside. Teresa starts to the outside, but is stopped by Weston. He issues a ten count, Jethro dropping to the floor.

1!!

2!!

Jethro starts toward Witcroft, yelling at him to get back into the ring.

3!!

4!!

Witcroft continues to regroup, walking away from Hayes. Jethro turns to Weston, calling to Teresa a second too late as Lucious comes up from behind, nailing Quaranta with a vicious SPEAR as she turns around. Weston turns, scolding Lucious as Jethro’s attention turns back to Witcroft… who nails Jethro with a pair of brass knuckles! He quickly slides the knuckles under the ring as Jethro falls to the floor, Witcroft sliding into the ring. Lucious backs off, allowing Weston to turn around and drop to count as Witcroft covers Teresa.

1!!
2!!
3!! NO!!

Jon McDaniel: Thank god, Teresa kicked out just before three.

Brian Rentfro: You stupid bitch! Stay down and let the men folk end this mercifully!!

Jon McDaniel: Idiot.

Blake looks to Weston, Lance confirming a count of two. Witcroft shakes his head, getting to his feet. He drags Teresa up by the hair, which sends her into a fury as she aims an elbow to the gut. Blake doubles over, Teresa getting to her feet. Blake straightens, only to be slapped hard in the cheek by Teresa, who then tackles Blake with a Thesz Press. She continues to wail on Witcroft as Jethro finally finds his way back to his corner, cheering his partner on. Teresa finally lets up, turning to Jethro and shouting. Jethro nods, extending a hand. Teresa grabs Blake by the hair, dragging him to her corner. She lands a pair of hard knee strikes to the temple and tags in Jethro, who is more than eager to get in on the action. He lays into Witcroft with a series of jabs, muttering a series of profanities under his breath as he does so. He tags Teresa back in, hoisting the Brit to his feet. Teresa springboards off the top rope, nailing a sick elbow to Blake’s head. They both fall to the mat, Teresa rolling up to her feet. Blake clutches his head gingerly, Teresa honing in on her prey. Blake reaches out for a rope, but is met with Teresa’s arm. She pulls him to his feet, nailing him with a headbutt. He falls back, Teresa tagging Jethro back in as she nails Blake with a clothesline in the corner. Jethro stalks Blake as he stumbles out of the corner, pulling him up into a sickening spinebuster! Jethro goes for the cover, Teresa rushing in to stop Lucious from breaking the count.

1!!

Lucious with a clothesline to Teresa!

2!!

Jethro breaks the count as Lucious comes up, the two trading blows. Weston tries to clear Lucious from the ring, but is shoved off in the midst of the fight. Lucious nails a vicious right hook, knocking Jethro back a step, and takes advantage by planting a left jab to the gut. Jethro doubles over, Lucious pulling him into a standing head scissors. He shoots a sick grin to the arena, signaling for Jethro’s own finisher.

Jon McDaniel: No!! Lucious is going to nail the Planter on Jethro!

Brian Rentfro: Nighty night, pig f***er.

Jon McDaniel: Really, Brian?

Lucious wraps his arms around Jethro’s waist, not noticing Teresa rebounding off the ropes. He starts to lift Hayes, but is stopped as Teresa launches herself up Jethro’s back, nailing a picture perfect shining wizard to the Fury. Lucious releases his hold on Hayes, dropping to the mat. Teresa checks on Jethro, who seems shaken but ready to go. Teresa heads to her corner, Jethro surveying the ring. He finds himself staring across the ring at Witcroft, who is rising to his feet via the ring ropes. Jethro walks up, reaching a hand out to the Brit. Blake quickly reacts with a boot to the gut, followed by a stiff knee to the head. Jethro falls, Witcroft jumping up to drop a mean elbow. He gets back up, eyeing Lucious in the corner, grabbing Jethro’s leg. He drags the southerner to the corner, tagging Starr into the match. Starr jumps over the ropes, hitting an elbow drop to the sternum as Jethro reels, Witcroft and Starr sharing a grin. Lucious gets back to his feet, leaning over Jethro’s body and screaming at him.

Lucious Starr: Who the FUCK are you, Hayes? Who the FUCK are you?!

Lucious nails a series of kicks to the head of Jethro, allowing more blood to seep from Hayes’ wounds. He then drops to the mat, locking Jethro into a crossface. Jethro calls out in surprise, reaching for a rope. Lucious has the closest one blocked off, tightening his grip on the Southern Hero. Witcroft starts an early celebration from his corner as Teresa starts in, lunging towards Lucious. Weston stops her in her tracks, allowing Blake the time to jump into the ring and mudstomp Hayes’ ankle. He slides back out to the apron as Teresa stomps off into her corner, Lucious tightening his grip. Hayes works his footing, getting his weight shifted so as to place himself on one knee. Lucious breaks the hold just in time to avoid a reaction, placing Jethro into a side headlock. He pulls Hayes to his corner, tagging in Witcroft. Blake grabs Jethro by the head, jumping off the ring apron… and SLAMMING HIM FACE-FIRST INTO AN EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!

Jon McDaniel: SON OF A BITCH!! He exposed the turnbuckle and used it as a weapon!

Brian Rentfro: And he’s bleeding like a stuck pig… f***er!!

Lucious climbs over the rope, hiding the turnbuckle as best he can. Weston checks on Hayes, his stitches busted wide open and blood spills everywhere. Witcroft slides into the ring, making the cover.

1!!

2!!

3… SON OF A…

Jon McDaniel: HE KICKED OUT!!

Brian Rentfro: That beast banger is bleeding like it’s all he can do, and he kicked out?!?! How the hell?!?

Blake looks up in disbelief, Teresa laughing in her corner. Witcroft looks to Lucious, who is confused as hell. Blake shoots a few elbows to Jethro’s head, covering again.

1!!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Blake and Lucious are bewildered now, looking on as Jethro starts to his belly, blood soaking his hair and face. Blake backs off, unsure of what to do at this point, tagging in Lucious. Lucious starts in, Jethro on one knee as the blood falls over his eyes. EMT’s rush the ring, but are careful to stay outside the ring. Lucious throws a punch, causing Jethro to stagger. He throws another jab, Jethro falling back another step. Lucious strikes with an uppercut that sends Jethro back, rebounding off the ropes. Teresa makes a blind tag as Jethro falls into a spinebuster, Lucious going for the cover. Weston doesn’t have time to explain, however, as Teresa quickly moves in to attack. An elbow to Lucious’ head, followed by a series of kicks to the gut. She helps Jethro to their corner and turns, Lucious crawling towards Blake. Teresa jumps on Lucious, quickly cinching in a camel clutch. In the middle of the ring, Lucious shouts out in pain to Blake, who starts into the ring. Weston jumps into action, stopping Blake in his tracks as Teresa releases her hold, getting behind Lucious and nailing a shot to the groin before hopping back into a camel clutch. Blake shuffles back to his corner, Weston turning back to the action. Blake seizes the opportunity, jetting past Weston and landing a boot to the face of Quaranta. Teresa falls back, releasing the hold as Blake shoots to the opposing corner, nailing a clothesline to Jethro on the apron. Jethro hits the floor as Blake turns around, Lucious rising to his feet. Blake helps him to the corner, tagging himself in and barking orders to Lucious. Lucious looks grimly upon his partner, who offers something in the form of a “please”. Lucious heads for the announce table, beginning to strip it as Brian and Jon move away.

Jon McDaniel: Lucious! What the hell? Do you really have to do this?

Brian Rentfro: Do what you gotta do, Lucy! It’s all you, man!

Jon McDaniel: Are you seriously copping out right now?

Brian Rentfro: He’s standing RIGHT THERE. Why the hell aren’t you?

Jon McDaniel: Good point.

Lucious finishes stripping the table as Blake throws Teresa to her corner, yelling at Jethro to tag in. Hayes slowly climbs onto the apron, EMT’s having wrapped his wounds, tagging himself in. He slips into the ring, Witcroft egging him on. Jethro cautiously walks up, raising his arms in defense. Blake shoots a foot, Jethro blocking it, but evidently this is what Witcroft wanted. He lowers his foot, quickly grabbing Jethro’s free arm and whipping him across the ring. He follows up close behind, grabbing Hayes by the hair and dragging him over the top rope. They both land hard on the floor, Starr helping Blake to his feet. Teresa starts over, but Lucious quickly throws an arm out to clothesline her. Blake drags Jethro onto the table, calling for Lucious. Starr walks over, holding Jethro up as Blake enters the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle. Starr and Hayes begin to trade punches, our announcers take a few more steps back.

Jon McDaniel: Son of a bitch… he’s not going to do it… please tell me he’s not going to do it…

Blake jumps from the turnbuckle, Lucious quickly jumping off the table. Jethro turns, wide eyed as he sees Witcroft heading towards him like a 747, no time to react. He braces himself, Witcroft falling through the sky…

Brian Rentfro: And there goes Jethro…

… JETHRO CATCHES BLAKE!! POWERBOMB THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

Jon McDaniel: MY GOD!! Jethro, in what had to be pure instinct there, uses Blake’s own momentum to slam him through our announce table!

Brian Rentfro: Son of a BITCH!!

Jethro collapses, Starr walking over. Weston calls out, threatening to DQ Starr’s team. Starr slides into the ring, being met by Teresa. They trade a few blows before Weston breaks them up, checking on the men outside. Witcroft and Hayes lay lifeless in the remains of the announce table, Weston making a quick decision. He signals for Starr and Teresa to continue the match as EMT’s rush to Jethro and Blake, checking their vitals. Starr hits an uppercut to Teresa, who stumbles back a step before lunging at Starr, knocking him over with a spear. She nails him with a series of punches, getting to her feet. She leans over the ring ropes, Jethro and Blake still unresponsive, then turns back to Lucious. Starr gets to his feet, Teresa running up. Lucious reacts quickly, sending her flying with a back body drop, Teresa lands on her feet, barely avoids a clothesline attempt, tries for a leg lariat, Starr ducks and tries a clothesline again. Teresa ducks, rebounding off and catching Lucious with a wheel kick. Starr goes down, Teresa rolling up and charging at the ring ropes, nailing a springboard moonsault. She keeps the cover, Lucious reeling.

1!!

2!!

Kick out just before the three.

Jon McDaniel: Teresa Quaranta is showing some great skills here, and god knows that Lucious can’t take much more after everything he suffered at WarGames.

Brian Rentfro: He’ll come back. Just watch.

Jon does watch, but Lucious does not come back. Rather, Teresa pulls Lucious to his feet, nailing a big backhand to the chest. Lucious clutches his chest in pain, falling back a step. Teresa slaps his hands away, slapping his chest with another backhand chop. Lucious falls into the ropes, Teresa coming up with a huge wheel kick. Starr topples over the top rope, hitting the floor below. Teresa raises her arms in victory, Weston issuing a ten count.

1!!

2!!

Lucious starts to his feet, now Blake and Jethro are starting to their corners.

3!!

4!!

Lucious is on his feet, wobbling to the ring. Teresa convenes with Jethro, assuring her partner is able to keep fighting.

5!!

Blake shouts something to Lucious, Lucious nodding as he takes a moment to breath.

6!!

7!!

Lucious rolls into the ring, wary of Teresa who is now slowly walking up to him. She throws a hook, knocking Lucious for a loop, whipping him towards her corner. As Lucious draws close, Jethro draws back a hand, slamming it directly into one of Lucious’ exposed stitches. This breaks a few of them lose, blood beginning to trickle from within. Teresa tags Jethro in, holding Lucious in the corner with a boot to the throat. Jethro steps back, charging up with a huge boot to the face… further opening Lucious’ stitches. Blood now flows freely from the former champ’s head, he collapses on the mat. Jethro picks him up, whipping him across the ring. Blake tags himself in as Lucious reaches the corner, but Jethro has it scouted out as he PLOWS right through Blake, nailing both he and Starr with one spear. Lucious collapses in the corner as Blake stumbles out, Jethro placing him into a standing head scissors. Teresa enters the ring as Jethro lifts Blake above his head, dropping him to the mat with a devastating jackknife Powerbomb. Teresa locks in Death of the Future on Lucious as Jethro takes the cover, Weston dropping.

1!!

2!!

3!!

DING DING DING

“Ride Through The Country” hits the PA as Jethro collapses to the mat, Teresa releasing the hold on Lucious to aid her fallen partner. She helps him out of the ring to waiting EMT’s as Eric Emerson takes the mic.

Eric Emerson: Your winners, Teresa Quaranta and Jeeeeethroooooo Haaaaaayyyyyyeessss!!

EMT’s rush the ring, plucking up everyone except Teresa as they all head for the back, clearing the arena for the next bout.

Jon McDaniel: Well folks, that was a hell of a match. I honestly didn’t think I would see Jethro or Lucious put that much into this match, and I sure as hell didn’t see Jethro taking the win for his team.

Brian Rentfro: It was a fluke!! A fluke I tell you!! Get them back here and start the match over! Come on!!

Jon McDaniel: It’s over, Brian. Give it up.

Brian Rentfro: Noooooooooooo…

Me: TV

Episode 3


The familiar instrumental version of Rammstein's "Te Quiero Puta" Hit the PA as Tonto came out onto the entrance ramp, the Oso Cerveza Championship over his right shoulder to...cheers?

Not so, as a look from our cameras showed that the crowd was actually booing the luchador but the sound being heard was also being pumped out from the PA. He was sweetening the PWA crowd!

Once in the ring Tonto took a seat down on one of the Me: TV set director chairs, but not before taking a microphone from ringside.

EGT: Hey Amigos! Gracias, gracias, you are too kind!

The crowd, try as the might to boo, are still being sweetened. This was more then likely something Tonto payed for out of his pocket to feed his own ego.

EGT: As you may have noticed, I am not Xan Vaxman, yet this is his show. That's because despite it's ugly little attempt at looking retro I've decided to take it over. This is MY show tonight, not Vaxman's. So without further a due allow me to introduce my guest this evening...Xan Vaxman

Tonto took the time to gesture towards the entrance way with his left hand before reaching up and pulling off the hood that was covering his face. revealing a half-mask. The right side was the Gringo Tonto mask, and the left side was Xan Vaxman himself!

Part of the crowd was booing, this time unsweetened, but most of it was simply confused.

EGT: Welcome Xan, welcome to my sh-

Xan seemed to cut himself off in response

Xan Vaxman: Your show?! No, no, no, no! This is MY show Tonto, You may have taken over for me well I was gone to contemplate my career but you will not take everything from me! I'm back now, so it's YOUR time to leave! I've thought over what I was doing wrong before and I realized it finally: I wasn't being true to myself or the people!

EGT: I know this Vaxman, all those times you were on the microphone trying to act pompous, arrogant, sophisticated you we're trying to emulate what was missing in you life. Me. face it! you know and I know that without me you're a failure! You failed in the Americas so you fled to Mexico in hopes you could find somewhere you could succeed. Fortunately for you, thats where I came in.

Xan Vaman: I'm aware of when You came into the picture Gringo.

EGT: Then how does it feel? knowing that without me you would have nothing. That to gain any form of success here, as slight as it may have been you had to attempt to emulate me. That I'm more real then you and I have the face of a cartoon!

Xan Vaxman: It pisses me off! Is that what you wanted to hear?! It makes me frustrated beyond words that just to get noticed I had to steal a championship but you managed to get one officially within a matter of a few weeks! I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I'm more successful then you Tonto, because I'm not...but Spoiler Alert: I will be.

EGT: There you go with your lame little catchphrases. You like to reveal 'spoilers' do you? Well here's some behind the scenes commentary: The reason you're wife is afraid of this mask is because she knows when you put it on you become me, you become a man far greater then her husband could ever be.

Xan Vaxman: Don't you DARE bring her into this! I don't mention my personal life on television for a reason!

EGT: and what is that reason Vaxman? are you ashamed of them? little Julie just had his fifth birthday right? I'm sure he'd much rather his father look like a giant action figured then some hosed down bum who thinks he looks rebellious because he likes camo shorts and hoodies.

Xan Vaxman: You leave my family out of this Tonto, this is between us!

EGT: face it Vaxman, I deserve to be in control. You've done nothing nor will ever do anything relevant in this sport or in life. Hell the only reason you're even wearing a suit this nice is because I put it on us!

Xan Vaxman: To hell with your suit! You say I've done nothing Relevant? Well listen up idiot! I have a wife! I have a son!, and nothing on this earth can convince me that I have them because I'm a failure! If you want to talk about what I've done in this ring then fine but don't you dare ever question my personal life a again you piece of shit!

Xan paused, the crowd was confused, but for some reason starting to get behind Xan on this.

Xan Vaxman: I've had no titles to hold onto for my own name. I've done nothing that deserves any form of respect from the guys in the back and despite my 'bad attitude' I've still managed to catch the eye of the world champion Riona Langly. Believe me when I say that even though I have no shame in insulting her, to her face, at point blank range I an damn honored to be held in such high regard from somebody who has accomplished as much as she has in this business!

EGT: She's only world champion because I'm not her challenger. To prove it I, El Gringo Tonto, your Oso Cerveza Champion, hereby challenge World champion Riona Langly or a match next week on Chaos.

the crowd cheered, they we're looking forward to seeing EGT get his teeth elbowed in.

EGT: But thats not all my amigo, I've made a call to Lisa Seldon.

Xan Vaxman: Get to the point Tonto, your rambling is costing us air time. Keep it up and you'll be the next Simon Kalis.

EGT: It's easy to do impressions of somebody you share a body with Vaxman and, well, you've called out Raizzor.

Xan Vaxman: Raizzor? you mean the big guy, looks like a scene kid on steroids?

Xan paused before rambling through a quick disclaimer

Xan Vaxman: WehereatPWAdonotsupporttheuseofsteroidsorotherforeignsubstances.

EGT: Yes. That guy, and I've issued the match to take place after mine, so you'll have no chance in it. Once Raizzor takes your soul Vaxman I'll be all alone, this vessel that fits 2 will be controlled in full, by El Gringo Tonto.

Xan Vaxman: you son of a-!

EGT: Now now, don't go insulting mother Mexico. Oh and for the record our match later tonight is last man standing, because El Gringo Tonto isn't just Loco beuno, El Gringo Tonto es tu.

"Te Quiero Puta" once again hit the PA, as Gringo/Xan sat lost in thought in the ring as we faded to commercial.

Contracts, Implied Violence & Sexual Tension


Apparently it’s a big day for contract signing because once again we’re in Lisa’s office looking over some papers. This time it’s Riona’s turn, and after a few minutes of looking the sheets over, she lifts her head and gives us a smile that’s anything but pleasant.

Lisa gives it back; busy rocking her chair and generally having a great day.

Riona Langly: I suppose you think you’re really smart.

Lisa Seldon: Who me?

Lisa leans back, looking particularly affronted.

Lisa Seldon: I’m just a lovely person who likes putting on awesome matches for all the kids and shit. If you take that personally then that’s on you.

Riona Langly: So what about when you convinced Johnny to turn on me?

Lisa Seldon: That was just me making my mark as the hip new General Manager.

Riona Langly: Teresa?

Lisa Seldon: An exciting up and comer who just happens to be my friend.

Riona Langly: Marina Blue?

Lisa Seldon: What the giant soup bowl match?

Lisa does a great job holding back a laugh.

Lisa Seldon: That was just funny. Not to mention a great opportunity to extend the hand of friendship to our brothers down south.

Riona rolls her eyes, landing back on the paper.

Riona Langly: And this?

She slides the contract back to Lisa, who looks it over and smiles a little more. There’s a certain edge to it all though.

Lisa Seldon: This? Why, thanks to you letting a whole group of retards run all over you the past few months, essentially making you, that title you hold and the entire company look like one massive fucking joke, this is the last good match I can actually put you in.

Lisa flips through a few pages, signs something off and then pushes the papers aside.

Lisa Seldon: I guess for you it’s a chance at redemption, where you’ll either squash all your doubters or give us a new champion people can actually respect.

Riona stands up out of her seat, snarling under her breath as she leans over the desk.

Riona Langly: Call it whatever you want. For me it’s just cleaning up loose ends.

She then turns to walk away but Lisa snaps her fingers and calls her back. She starts to turn a little more.

Lisa Seldon: And while that’s all well and good, you’re missing one very vital point. When I took the belt off of Laura you were the first person I went to with a shot, and while you did win, everything you’ve done since has been incredibly disappointing. All of which reflects badly on me. So while you’re perfectly at liberty to call this fight a clean up or a purge or a divine sacrifice to the glory of Ragnarok or any of the other shit that just happens to fall out of your mouth anytime you get in front of a camera, the fact is that every time you drop the ball, I’m the one who ends up looking stupid for putting the top title in the hands of a complete and utter failure.

Lisa stretches her arms out over the desk and leans further in. Inches between them.

Lisa Seldon: So think clearly; think very clearly about how important this match is in terms of getting yourself back on track. Because if you fuck again like you’re so used to doing, then I will personally run you into the fucking ground and salt the earth, leaving not a single trace of you having ever existed.

Riona raises an eyebrow.

Riona Langly: Is that a threat?

Lisa flutters her eyes, settles deeper into a grin.

Lisa Seldon: That is exactly what that is.

They lock eyes for a moment, the air starts to chill… and then finally, mercifully, Riona breaks it off.

Riona Langly: Then you better hope this all goes to plan, and I won’t have to do anything about it.

And she marches away, slamming the door behind her.

Emily Corlen vs Ollie Maverick

Singles Match


The match between Ollie Maverick and Emily Corlen started off like any traditional match with a collar and elbow lock up in the centre of the ring, right over the PWA logo. Starting out slowly as these two felt each other out, perhaps Ollie doing a bit more of the feeling of feeling out he grabbed a side headlock, trying to wear down the cruiserweight down early on. However Emily quickly began to show her training as she levelled a few elbows into Ollie's ribs to break the neck wrenching hold. As Ollie released the hold, Emily was able to move Ollie into position for a side slam and cover for a quick pin that netted a two count. Emily bounced up off the pin to deliver a series of elbow drops to keep Ollie down, but he was able to turn the tide in his favour with a knee into her face as she went for another elbow. Ollie whipped Corlen into the ropes before bouncing off the ropes himself with a rolling clothesline to spring up and deliver the clothesline with devastating force and precision. Ollie didn't let Emily rest though as he quickly bounced up to his feet springing off the ropes with a beautifully executed springboard Moonsault. Ollie covered for the pin and was able to get a count of two before Emily showed her resilience and kicked out with some authority. Ollie pounded her with a couple of palm strikes before climbing up top and diving with a leg drop across her body. Too bad for Ollie that Emily was able to compose herself enough to roll out of the way and Ollie crash landed near the centre of the ring.

Emily kipped up to her feet and as Ollie got up to his feet, she delivered a Blazing Blaze Kick that sent him down. Emily wasn't through though as she lifted him back up to whip him into the ropes for another bit of punishment. Ollie slammed back first into the corner where Emily quickly ran over and up, while making sure to actually run on Ollie, and placed her legs around his head. Ollie probably like that particular part, but he definitely did not like the Hurricanrana that sent him sliding across the ring. Emily showing her speed quickly capitalized by climbing through the ropes and grasping the top rope to flip herself over with a leg drop. Something gave Ollie the strength to roll out of the way and up to his feet because Emily missed the flipping leg drop attempt. Ollie leaped up to the top turnbuckle where he perched waiting on Emily to regain her vertical base. Ollie dove through the air just as Emily turned around with Nike-a-go-go. Ollie made the cover, but it was only able to gather a two count, but this didn't discourage Ollie as he quickly whipped Emily into the corner. Emily gathered her wits running up the corner to back flip over Ollie and land on her feet. A dropkick sent Ollie into the corner back first and Emily was able to monkey flip Ollie out of the corner. Unfortunately for Emily, Ollie managed to land on his feet and charge back towards Emily where he flipped over her stunned body to deliver a Neckbreaker.

Corlen was able to get her foot into the ropes so no pin took place, but this caused Ollie to fight even harder as he pulled Emily up to her feet. Emily nailed a palm strike to Ollie's thigh before grabbing his head and running up the ropes to deliver a tornado DDT. Emily then proceeded to deliver an elbow drop, knee drop, and finally the over the top rope flipping leg drop onto Ollie but the pin she attempted only gathered a count of two as Ollie was able to raise his shoulder up. Ollie delivered a Whisper in the Wind to Emily before pulling her back up to deliver a springboard bulldog.

Ollie then gets Emily back to her feet and throws up a Roundhouse Kick, but Emily ducked under into a rollup, putting her feet on the ropes for extra leverage. Stealing the win.

Winner: Emily Corlen 12:39

Emily quickly bailed from the ring as Ollie got to his knees. She then announced they were one for one, having seemingly confused Ollie for Spykeman, before making a belt motion in his general direction.

Xan Vaxman vs El Gringo Tonto

Grizzly Beer Title Match


Lisa Seldon: Good evening once again peoples. I’m Lisa Seldon alongside my fantastic co-anchor Laura Estella.

Laura Estella: Sup yo.

Lisa Seldon: And after finding out that a dude was about to fight himself on live television, I decided I wanted to be here to see that in person.

Laura Estella: And I decided I liked being paid to talk shit.

No music or tron video played as Xan Vaxman/El Gringo Tonto made his/their way down to the ring wearing the same half mask is earlier, this time also wearing a half and half singlet and two different boots. He was truly split down the middle, much like DC's two-face.

Once in the ring the announcer began to speak.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Last man standing match and it is for the grizz-

the right side of Xan/Tonto, which was Tonto put its arm up to whisper something to him. He would stop to listen before continuing.

Eric Emerson: and it is for the Oso Cerveza Championship! Introducing the challenger: from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada weighing in at two-hundred and twenty two pounds he is Xan Vaxman!

The Xan half proceeded to throw up his arm to a small pop. The crowd isn't so much dead as confused for this match.

Eric Emerson: and now the opponent, from Definitivamentno, Mexico he weighed in this morning at one-hundred kilograms, he is the current, reigning, and defending Oso Cerveza champion of the world, this is El Gringo Tonto!

The gringo half held his arm out in front of him as if he were toasting the crowd with an invisible wine glass as the crowd proceeded to boo the crap out of him.

As Eric got out of the ring this thing was under way!

Laura Estella: So it’s a last man standing match.

Lisa Seldon: Yes.

Laura Estella: With one guy.

Lisa Seldon: Yes. I can see where you’re going with this.

Right off the bat Xan started throwing punches at the masked side of his own face! Not long after the gringo half retaliated by stomping on the other foot!

Laura Estella: This is like watching a really slow car crash.

Lisa Seldon: With one car and a big fuck off brick wall.

This caused a backup into the ropes, followed by what could I suppose be considered a clothesline to the outside! Xan/Tonto got up and went to nail his face into the announce table but stopped himself before doing it, only to bash his face on the announce table!

Laura Estella: Amazing.

Falling down to his butt near the apron, he turned around and reached under the ring to pull out a table covered in various other objects. The fist thing he picked up was a kendo stick. The left arm (Xan) then proceeded to swing multiple shots into the right side (Tonto) of his head before until it was to broken to use!

Laura Estella: So how long are you going to let this guy mutilate himself?

Lisa Seldon: The PWA doesn’t condone self harm, even if your life is awful and your parents don’t love you.

The Tonto half, in retaliation grabbed a nearby miniature stop sign and laid waist to his left half. The referee began to count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

He started to get up. Grabbed the table and slid it into the ring, before getting in himself.

Lisa Seldon: Which side is winning?

Laura Estella: I have no idea.

Once in the ring he darted towards one of the corners and speared the ring post with the right shoulder!

Lisa Seldon: Xan or Tonto throws himself into the post.

Laura Estella: Or takes a running dive at Xan or Tonto and misses.

Dazed he stumbled back to the centre of the ring and set up the table. He climbed up to the top turnbuckle but the right leg kicked off to the side causing him to crotch himself hard before falling to the canvas.

1...

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3...

4...

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He began to get up again, leaned the table up against the top rope in the middle of ropes before running to the ropes to the opposite side, bouncing back and stopping just short of the table.

Laura Estella: So very close.

The left side then dug into his boot and pulled out a match, which he used to set the fire ABLAZE before running the ropes and hurling himself through it, the ropes and onto the floor below!

Lisa Seldon: Haaaaaaaahahaha.

1...

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8...

9...

10!

Laura Estella: Oh no a draw!

Lisa Seldon: Shocking and aweing!

The bell was rung as the crowd was still going nuts from the flaming table spot, Eric Emerson got on the Microphone.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen both men have been counted out; therefore this match is a draw!

The crowd booed slightly, the effects of the carnage laid waste to Xan/Tonto by himself still had the crowd in somewhat of a buzz.

Eric Emerson: Therefore STILL Oso Cerveza Champion, El Gringo Tonto!

That did it! The crowd lashed out in a full chorus of jeers. As this was taking place EMT's arrived to asses the damage, among them was a concerned Tontocito.

Lisa Seldon: Well that was delightful. One man mutilates himself all night and next week, he’ll be doing it twice.

Laura Estella: You run a great company. Not at all a filth peddler who exploits misery and mental illness.

Lisa Seldon: Thanks! Now over to… well, me probably. Bye!

Lisa throws down her headset and runs for backstage, knowing full well that she’s probably on call.

Lisa and Ollie talk about Dying

yay!!


We jump back to Lisa’s office, just in time to catch her racing through the door, sliding over the table and landing in her chair. She takes a moment to fix her hair as best she can before Ollie Maverick takes a careful step into the room. Lisa gives him a smile.

Lisa Seldon: Ollie, what a surprise. I didn’t see you there as I -

Ollie Maverick: Knocked me on the floor as you barrelled back into the room?

She sucks through her teeth.

Lisa Seldon: Yeah… that was you. Sorry.

He shrugs it off easy enough.

Ollie Maverick: Yeah, anyway, I wanted to talk to you about you deathmatch tournament.

Lisa Seldon: Ah yes, about that. What do you think of this name?

She spreads her hand across the air.

Lisa Seldon: Lisa Seldon’s Fabulous Tournament of Death.

Ollie Maverick: It’s…

She settles back down.

Lisa Seldon: It needs work I know. Anyway, you were saying?

She offers him a chair to which Ollie gratefully accepts.

Ollie Maverick: I was just wondering why you picked me. Why not Johnny?

Lisa Seldon: Oh I did, he’ll probably me there too. He likes to set himself on fire and attack people, so you might want to look out for that.

He already knew that but it’s always good to be reminded.

Ollie Maverick: I just don’t think that’s what I do anymore.

Lisa Seldon: Really?

Lisa scans the table and comes up with a stapler.

Lisa Seldon: Could you pass me that bit of paper.

Ollie Maverick: What this?

Ollie goes to hand her a piece of paper, but instead finds it fastened to his palm as Lisa stamps a staple in him. He gives her a look, then back to his hand, waving the sheet in the air.

Ollie Maverick: Umm…

Lisa Seldon: Listen up Spyke.

Ollie Maverick: Ollie.

Lisa Seldon: I like Spyke, but anyway, listen. You’re a great wrestler, who is very adaptive and happens to have no ability to feel pain. You’re literally the perfect candidate.

He turns his head this way and that.

Ollie Maverick: I still don’t know.

Lisa fishes around in a drawer and comes back with what looks like a knife.

Lisa Seldon: If you want I can throw this letter opener at you.

Ollie Maverick: I can still die.

Lisa gives herself a little smile, turning the blade in her hands before putting it aside. She then leans forward and puts a hand on each of his cheeks. If she was a better person she’d probably have noticed his pulse picking up.

Lisa Seldon: You’ll be great. And I promise I’ll make sure your dad doesn’t kill you.

She then ruffles his hair and jumps out of her chair.

Lisa Seldon: Now I have to go do… General Manager things. Organise steroid supplements or something.

Lisa bounces out of his room, leaving Ollie sat rigged in his chair, holding his cheek. We take a gentle fade out.

Joshua Danielson vs Raizzor

Main Event


Brian Rentfro: Hmmph. Not sure I want to call this next match.

Jon McDaniel: Why not, Brian? Just because it involves the man who destroyed the Order?

Brian Rentfro: Just one of, Jon, one of… he couldn’t have done it himself.

Jon McDaniel: Based on history, I could argue that fact, but given the capabilities of the Order members, you’re probably right. None the less, he got it done, and tonight marks the beginning of the end for all Order members.

Brian Rentfro: You wish.

Jon McDaniel: Actually, I do. Hey, wait a minute, is that who I think it is? There, in the crowd?

Both turn to the left to see Marxx, who was earlier banned from the arena, coming down the steps as the crowd around him screams and shouts, some trying to reach out to touch him.

Brian Rentfro: Hey now! Marxx got banned, he can’t be here.

Marxx comes up to the front row, where an empty seat happens to be, and shows the security guards his ticket.

Jon McDaniel: He bought a ticket!

Brian Rentfro: That’s cheating! And why is there always an empty seat in the front row for these occasions, anyway!?

Jon McDaniel: I have no idea.

*DING DING DING*

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is our main event of the evening!

The crowd pops big time.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first….from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at 198lbs, JOSHUA DANIELSON!

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

Joshua then went down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside before sliding into the ring and jumping up to the second turnbuckle. He did the open handed crucifix pose again, before hopping down and waiting for the match to begin.
Eric Emerson: And now…hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada……

A striking rift signals the beginning of “Vengeance” by Dream Evil and the lights blink out, save for one shining spotlight on the stage. Words flow from the speakers as the fans rise as one to face the stage, a huge pop resounding throughout the entire arena.

I have worked for nothing, slaved in vain
All those years that I've been pushed around
They better watch their backs now, those who gave me pain
'Cause vengeance screams their names tonight

Pyros explode on each side of the entrance as steam rises up through the grates of the stage.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

Stepping from the cloudy smoke, wrapped in his long black duster and head down, Raizzor appears.

Marching out now, out to kill
The rain of blood has just begun
Blocked emotions now released
In darkness you will fear my name

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 285lbs, he is The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive
All of you sinners

Stalking down the ramp, Raizzor’s eyes do not leave the ring, projecting fear to all who stand within it. He turns and silently climbs the steps as the song continues its shrill warning.

Can you hear me?
I'm closing in on you
Can't you feel it...

Through the ropes he slips, shrugging his leather duster off in one clean move. Muscles rippling under his elbow length sleeves, Raizzor rotates his arms to loosen himself up, never once taking his gaze off the center of the ring and anyone who happens to be in his sights.

I will show no mercy you will not survive
'Cause vengeance screams your names tonight!

Uncharacteristically, Raizzor proffers a slight smile, suggesting painful vengeance to come and turns to push his chest against the ropes and spread his arms wide to the crowd, as if wishing to engulf them all into his soul. This causes a massive reaction as the crowd explodes with louder cheers.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

As the song dies, Raizzor turns and awaits the bell’s toll.
Jon McDaniel: Both men look to be in ‘ok’ shape, considering what they went through a week ago.

Brian Rentfro: Both apparently literally slept the week away, which is the least they could do to be in any condition to be here tonight. I still think it’s wrong for Raizzor to demand Danielson in a match just one week after what Josh has been through.

Jon McDaniel: You know Raizzor went through the same punishment.

Brian Rentfro: Bah, winners always seem to be in better shape down the line. He could have been nice and let Danielson have the week off.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor is many things. Nice is not one of them. And of course I see Lucious Starr hasn’t shown his face.

Brian Rentfro: HA! Starr isn’t afraid of Raizzor! He’s a true man, a true warrior, he’ll be here when he’s good and ready!

Jon McDaniel: Oh, look, the match is starting.

DING DING!

Raizzor Stares down Danielson. To his credit, Danielson isn't showing any outward signs of fear.

Jon McDaniel: A show of mutual respect between the two.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, Pu-lease.

Raizzor finally backs off to his corner and the ref calls for the bell. Raizzor slowly makes his way to the center of the ring, stalking Danielson. Danielson moves in and ducks to the side of Raizzor, chopping him in the back and scurrying back to the ropes! Raizzor stalks into the center of the ring again and Danielson once again ducks under and around Raizzor's advance, delivering another solid chop to Raizzor's back, trying to tighten those grizzled muscles up. Raizzor remains unfazed, however, and turns back around to face Danielson once again.

Jon McDaniel: Danielson isn’t backing down, testing himself against the larger veteran.

Brian Rentfro: Joshua will have to stay fast, despite his wounds, if he’s to topple Raizzor.

Raizzor motions Danielson in a third time and Danielson goes to duck under again, but this time there's no room for him to back off, and Raizzor shoves him into the ropes. A series of rights and lefts batter Danielson as he leans back on the ropes for support and sanctuary. The referee comes in to break it up and Raizzor stares him down, sending the ref scurrying! Danielson takes the moment of pause and gets off the ropes, rethinking his strategy while straightening his jaw. Raizzor snarls at Danielson from across the ring and cuts the ring off a little faster, moving in on his prey. Danielson ducks under one more time and hits the opposite ropes, only to be LEVELED by a meaty clothesline from the Big Raizzor! Raizzor is stomping away on Danielson now, and an elbow drop across the sternum takes away Danielson's wind! Raizzor covers!

One....

Two.......

Jon McDaniel: Close!

Brian Rentfro: Admittedly, Raizzor is doing what must be done. Each cover forces Danielson to use his energy to escape.

Danielson gets the shoulder up in the nick of time! Raizzor gets up and picks up Danielson.. big time overhead scoop slam! Raizzor's power is on display with that slam from almost eight feet up with the extension! Raizzor backs into the ropes... leg drop across Danielson's throat! That could do it! A cover from Raizzor!

One!.....

TWO!........

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor is taking no quarter with Danielson here.

Brian Rentfro: Yet the smaller man, hurt or not, is keeping pace and not going down!

Danielson kicks out! Raizzor snarls and he puts his hands around Danielson's throat, choking the life out of him! The ref quickly gets in there ordering a break! One, two, three, four, and Raizzor gets his hands off of Danielson. Raizzor turns on the ref, chasing him back and Danielson rolls to the outside to catch his breath! Raizzor follows Danielson to the outside, where Danielson's resting against the ring post. Raizzor charges in... Danielson moves! Raizzor catches the ring post with his shoulder! Danielson musters his strength.. dropkick to the shoulder! Raizzor is down on the floor! Danielson has his hands in the air and he's climbing up on the apron! Moonsault off the apron onto the downed Raizzor! This crowd is on their feet! Danielson trying to pull Raizzor up off the ground and get him in the ring.. it's slow going, but finally both men are in the ring! Raizzor is up to his knees as Danielson bounds off the ropes, drop kick-NO! Raizzor catches the leg and stands up! Danielson tries an enzuigiri, but it's ducked! Raizzor steps over the body and delivers a roughhouse stomp to the back of the head! Raizzor rolls him over, here's the cover...

One.....

TWO.......

Thr-SHOULDER UP!

Jon McDaniel: Danielson got the shoulder up, but he's definitely the worse for wear!

Brian Rentfro: It’s like whittling away at a piece of wood, soon he’ll have Danielson broken in two.

Raizzor picks Danielson up by the arm. He drops Danielson back down with a short clothesline, holding onto the arm! Raizzor picks Danielson up again, another clothesline! A third time up and this time Danielson half collapses and half ducks the short-arm clothesline! The momentum of having his arm pulled across his body doubles Raizzor over... with a deep breath, Danielson again goes for a dropkick to the side of Raizzor’s head and he staggers! Danielson pulling himself up and to the top rope! Raizzor up to his feet, Danielson off the top... Spinning cross body connects! The crowd's going crazy, like it or not, Danielson is putting on a clinic! Danielson drapes his arm over Raizzor!

ONE!

TWO!!

Jon McDaniel: Shoulder up!

Brian Rentfro: But look at Danielson, he’s going toe to toe with the big man, and showing him a thing or two! Go Danielson!

Raizzor SHOVES Danielson off of him! The monster's been awakened! Danielson charges in, but eats shoe leather! Devastating big boot from Raizzor! That could be it! Raizzor moving in for the kill now, he's got Danielson up... CHOKESLAM! Middle of the ring! Raizzor covers!

One!

TWO!!

Danielson slips an elbow out. The arena explodes in gasps.

Jon McDaniel: Again, he survives.

Brian Rentfro: Danielson is a future world champion, with determination like that!

Raizzor’s eyes widen slightly. He sees Danielson refusing to quit. He admires this, but it also removes any vestige of leniency the Soul-Taker had. Raizzor picks up Danielson and throws him viciously into the corner. Soupbone rights at the prone Danielson, beating him across the head and chest with those vicious short punches! Danielson can barely stand! Thumb across the throat, the crowd's sensing his finisher, and Raizzor scoops Danielson up, but the kid has some fight left in him! He's struggling and wriggling...

Danielson slips off behind Raizzor! Dropkick to the back! Raizzor crashes sternum first into the turnbuckles! DANIELSON WITH A ROLLUP!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-RAIZZOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Jon McDaniel: So close to a major upset there, but Danielson's not done! Danielson backs off Raizzor waiting for him to get up....

Brian Rentfro: Joshua Danielson can put Raizzor away right now!

Side-Crescent kick, reminiscent of the S.O.S.!

CAUGHT!

Raizzor throws Danielson's leg down and nearly takes his head off with a vicious lariat! Raizzor pulls the now deadweight Danielson to his feet and hoists him up in the center of the ring for the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker.

Jon McDaniel: This is it!

Brian Rentfro: I can’t look!

Connecting dead center of the ring, Raizzor brings Danielson down with the TBS.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Raizzor!

Immediately to his feet, Raizzor looks down at Danielson and then turns to look out among the crowd. At that moment, the lights blink out.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, as usual, Raizzor will make his dramatic exit.

When the lights turn on, however, Lucious Starr is in the ring, face to face with Raizzor.

Growling, Raizzor steps forward for an assault on Lucious but the lights blink out again.

Jon McDaniel: That wasn’t Raizzor, it was Lucious! Now what!?

The lights return and Lucious is gone. Ticked, Raizzor drops from the ring and heads up the ramp, determined to find the scampering Lucious Starr. Meanwhile, Danielson is coming to in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: HA! Starr got one on ol Raizzzooorrr!

Jon McDaniel: All he did was show that he can do the same light trick, in the end, he scurried off as per his M.O.

Brian Rentfro: You know nothing of the great Lucious Starr. Let’s end Chaos now, before I get really peeved with you.

Jon McDaniel: Like, that’s any different. Hey! In The ring!

Cut to Marxx now in the ring, watching as Danielson climbs to his feet. As he does, Marxx turns him around and fakes a strike, forcing Danielson to back pedal. Marxx just laughs, and rolls out of the ring, just showing he can appear at anytime and get the drop on Joshua Danielson.

Jon McDaniel: Not sure what that’s about.

Brian Rentfro: When it comes to Apostles, I don’t bother trying to understand. But thank goodness Chaos is over, and no more having to deal with you for a week.

Jon McDaniel: Couldn’t’ have said it better my… wait, we’re told something is happening backstage.

In the back, Raizzor is spotted moving briskly, head turning left and right, seeking out Lucious Starr.

Lucious: Hey, asshole!

Raizzor turns at the sound of Starr’s voice, and looks up as a large stack of wooden pallets begins to tumble! Raizzor tries to dodge them, but a few catch the Soul-Taker and he falls to the concrete floor. From behind the once standing pallets, Lucious appears with a sledge hammer held in his hands. He kicks one of the pallets to force the edge of it against Raizzor’s throat. He stands on the pallet, crushing Raizzor under it. Starr drops to his knees and begins pummeling Raizzor in the face with meaty rights and lefts, blundering the Soul-Taker for good measure. Then, standing, Starr grabs the sledge hammer and spits in Raizzor’s face.

Lucious: Official or not, dickhead, here’s my answer to your challenge!

Lucious raises the sledge hammer and brings it barreling down towards Raizzor’s head.

Snap cut to black.

Reintroducing


Jon McDaniel: That was an interesting match to say the least. Raizzor and Danielson put on a spectacle for all to behold.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah I just can't believe it ended with-

WON'T YOU COME OUT AND PLAY WITH ME?!

DING DING DING

The lights in the arena dim to total blackness as we hear war drums beating...

Jon McDaniel: What the hell is happening?!

Brian Rentfro: I have no idea! I'm kind of concerned someone would interrupt me!

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left right left
We allll falllll down!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen... It is my pleasure to reintroduce you to your Lord and Wrestling's Savior!

Step by step, heart to heart!
Left right left, we all fall down!
Like toy soldiers!
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win
But the battle wages on...
For toy soldiers!

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 220 pounds and stands at six feet three inches tall. He hails from Montreal... Allow me to introduce all of you... To... THE LAST SUPERSTAR!

Brian Rentfro: What?! I didn't think he was even here tonight!

Everything stops over the speakers as we hear a scratching which sends shivers down everyones spine. Suddenly "Hello Zepp" by Charles Clouser begins to play and it seems as if the ADCtron itself begins to bleed...

Eric Emerson: He is... SIMON KALIS!

The lights flash back on in the arena and the fan stands in the ring. He takes his right hand and rips the cast off of his left arm and the "OUTLAW" tattoo is visible to everyone and there's a huge pop.


Jon McDaniel: No WAY!


The fan, now with both arms free drops the trench coat and rips off the Jacob Collins t-shirt from his body. The tattoos, the scars and stitches crater his body as he takes his hands and grabs the face cast. He rips it off and throws it aside and the crowd reacts with thunderous cheers as Kalis looks around and points to the fans.

Brian Rentfro: It is him! It is Simon Kalis!!!

Kalis gingerly steps forward, limping and still feeling the effects of WarGames as he slowly climbs the turnbuckle and throws two middle fingers towards the crowd as he stands on the middle rope. Cameras flash off as he does and he finally limps to the middle of the ring and grabs the microphone from Emerson. Emerson quickly gets out of the ring as the song dies down.

Simon Kalis: You greet me with love...

Kalis bows his head as the fans continue cheering, everyone giving him a standing ovation.

Simon Kalis: This would have been glorious Order country...

Kalis winces as he holds his sides while walking over to one of the turnbuckles and leaning in against them.

Jon McDaniel: Simon is clearly still injured from WarGames last week.

Brian Rentfro: I can't believe he just sat here at ringside the whole time pretending to be some fan named Harry.

Kalis hops up onto the corner turnbuckle now, sitting on the top rope with his feet on the middle rope as he lights a cigarette and sighs.

Simon Kalis: Don't smoke kids. You'll end up like me.

He smirks as the crowd cheers again.

Fans: ALL HAIL! ALL HAIL! ALL HAIL!

Kalis smiles as he looks around but motions for quiet.

Simon Kalis: I won the war for the PWA because I laid the foundations for the Order's failure. When I brought Rayn in to replace me, I knew he'd be a cancer within the group especially towards Lucious. It's one thing to low blow someone or cheap shot someone but to outright steal something that yearns for blood to be earned is something we can't respect. We're the Kalis clan, we're warriors. Before Manitoba Mayhem I had considered how this would all play out. I had prepared for this from the start though. That's what the document I gave Chamelion was at the start of this all. War Plan Red. My gauruntee that should things get out of hand, I'd destroy The Order of Chaos myself. It wasn't until Manitoba Mayhem that I knew I needed to engage my own army, all because of one twisted and rotten apple.

Kalis clears his throat, exhaling smoke as he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts.

Simon Kalis: I don't expect anyone to believe me. I'm still going to be demonized as the architect of The Order. I accept that and I accept my blame. But which one of you backstage...

Kalis points to the entrance ramp.

Simon Kalis: Which one of you can say that you had a strangehold on any institution of this sport, let alone the great PWA? Which one of you can say you collected some of the biggest and best names in this business all under your flag and banner? Which one of you can say that your name was in the minds and on the tongues of everyone else? At the prime, The Order was pretty much half the PWA roster. And as for the other half? Most were apathetic as to what concluded in our takeover. The truth is none of you can hold a candle to the superstar and leader that I am.

Kalis shakes his head vehemently.

Simon Kalis: Not a single one of you.

He pauses to take another drag off of his cigarette, the fans still cheering in the background.

Simon Kalis: Truth be told, I knew I had to destroy the monster I created but I couldn't do it myself. I needed another weapon. As much as I wanted to I couldn't destroy it outright from within. I had, and have, too much love and respect for those I'd invited not named Lucious Starr. So I needed to create the chaos and atmosphere that would birth me an outside weapon. I needed to create something that could set in motion the final battle and terminal conclusion of my own child.

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: Riona Langly. Stupid, predictable little bitch was all I needed to create my own Weapon of Mass Destruction against the monster I'd created.

The crowd starts to boo now, quickly turning on Kalis in favor of the PWA Undisputed World Champion.

Simon Kalis: The fact most of you couldn't keep up with my plan doesn't bother me, the fact I'll never get the credit for destroying The Order doesn't bother me either. The truth is you can't destroy the Order, no not the true Order anyways. Not as long as I stand and breathe will The Order ever be truly displaced. Raizzor didn't defeat me. I defeated myself, and in the end every single fucking pissant with any semblance of intellect knows this. I was the architect of The Order's rise and the engineer of her fall. Leniance and patience would have kept the Apostles from rising, but instead I chose the path to birth the so called defenders of the PWA.

Kalis salutes the crowd, but in a more traditional sense instead of the fascist way we'd come used to seeing him display.

Simon Kalis: Riona. Sweetheart, dearest sister-in-law. I couldn't have done this without you though. If anything was a sure thing in my plan it was you and your pathetic Apostles of Ares. The truth is though no Apostles won this battle did they? Last year it was the Pantheon who defeated the Pantheon, and this year it was Raizzor who got the pinfall on me. No matter how the official story goes for this, everyone who was there and everyone who bled in that ring will forever remember that the Apostles were destroyed. Just like I said they would be. And that if not for Raizzor you'd have lost, because trust me when I tell you- had it been Mark and not Michael we would be having a different conversation wouldn't we? The one thing I couldn't predict was Chamelion breaking his leg, but fortune has a way of shining favor on the bold such as myself. Riona you were nothing more than a pawn in my end game, and that is the sad truth.

Kalis pauses for a few moments listening to the fans chant Riona's name.

Brian Rentfro: He doesn't seem to really care much.

Jon McDaniel: Tell me, how does he still get alotted so much air time?! I thought we'd be done listening to this psychopath spew his BS for twenty minutes straight.

Simon Kalis: You will have to accept this after you're done enjoying your tainted victory over Lucious Starr. Because while he deserved it? You proved nothing to anyone by defeating an already lost man. You see you were a pawn in my game and nothing more. Your emotions and frail state of mind used at my behest for my purposes, and while Starr might've been a paper champion? He was still worth more than you were in the end. He still had his mind at least marginally intact, but you? Psycho skitzo.

Kalis laughs as the fans pick up the booing.

Simon Kalis: I know it has killed you and torn away at your soul to know that this entire year has been about me. It's all Kalis, all the time. Remember when you were going to face Matt Stone at Summer Sizzler? Do you remember how no one gave a fuck either? Everyone could feel it, Riona! You were lost, you were literally SEETHING at the fact I was the number one draw in the PWA and I made you and Matt Stone look like worthless mid carders in the grand scheme of things. You were foaming at the mouth with jealousy behind that cold exterior and you could never accept the fact that no one finds you interesting. That no one wants to hear you like they wanna hear me. YOU, Riona Langly... Wish you were me.

Fans: RIONA! RIONA! RIONA! RIONA!

Simon Kalis: SHUT UP!

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Simon Kalis: See even now Riona you know in your heart that these people don't actually like you or love you. They just hate me. And even now everything revolves around good ol' Simon Kalis. The year of 2010 will be remembered as the year Simon Kalis reigned the PWA. The funny thing sweetheart? When Chamelion signed me in September 2009, he counted on this. He knew my star power, my charisma and my ability to absolutely control and dominate all of the lesser wrestlers. I have stood atop the PWA since Who's The Man, and proven my superiority above all others.

Kalis flips the bird at the fans while taking another drag from his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: There are only two people who've been impervious to my mental games. Lisa Seldon and Mark Sommers. Even Raizzor played into my hands and played the role of menacing big man I expected him to. Newsflash bitch, you are nothing but a puppet on the strings of my hands. No more nor better than Lucious, and whether you realize it or not? You are World Champion by my will and by my choice. Because I allowed you to be so, just like I allowed Lucious. And somewhere in that thick skull of yours you know it's truth. But the game times are over sweety. I am coming for you, because you and I are far from through.

Kalis takes his hands and moves them over his waist, motioning for a title belt.

Simon Kalis: I have sat back enough, and I will no longer be denied my right to be PWA Champion. You see foolish girl, during the entire Order's power reign I was barred from competing for any championship belts. I could not challenge. But in your rush to destroy the Order all you've done is free me of my self inflicted cage. And so we march forward, to the Ground Zero of War Games. The last eight months have been but a waking dream, dearest Riona. Now I become your nightmare, the one man you have always feared stepping into the ring with one on one. So rest your feet, heal your wounds. I know I will. The wheels of my final plan are already in motion, Riona. For 2010 was the year of Simon Kalis' Order of Chaos... But 2011 will be known as the year of Simon Kalis' illustrious PWA Undisputed World Championship reign. My final power play is now in effect...

Kalis stands on both his feet now and points to the entire crowd as he pulls a circle in the ring.

Simon Kalis: I don't fight Riona... I. Just. Win.

"Hello Zepp" cuts back in as Kalis drops the microphone. He climbs out of the ring and limps back up the entrance ramp as the crowd boos around him.

Jon McDaniel: Kalis has just sent a clear message folks... He is not finished.

Brian Rentfro: He is back from the edge of his own demise itself folks, and Simon Kalis is still standing. I haven't forgotten my Lord! We will NEVER forget!

Jon McDaniel: Dear God...

Brian Rentfro: Welcome to the aftermath, ladies and gentlemen...

Jon McDaniel: For the crazy Brian Rentfro, this is Jon McDaniel. Good night folks...

The final image shows Simon Kalis standing atop the entrance ramp, his back turned toward the ring as he raises both his arms up in middle finger salutes to the booing crowd. He turns his head slightly, to look over his shoulders and smiles as we fade to the PWA logo...