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


03-27-2011


Who is The Man!?


This has been a question asked for millennia. In all sorts of situations; sports, media, politics, the question has been posed as to who the man is of any given moment? The man of the hour? The man to lead our people? In those times, one man has stood above all others, looked up too, revered, or even feared… but let it be known at that given moment, he was ‘The Man!’.

In the PWA, few men have been truly ‘The Man’!

Raizzor

Brymstone

Sirus Moran

The Spider

Alex Wilkie (No, Really!)

Corey Lazarus

Jacob Figgins

Hunter Sullivan

Simon Kalis


And yes, there was once a wrestler called ‘The Man’, but that was just a cheap way of getting noticed. None the less, the list is small, the accolades great, and now, only for the third time in PWA History is the PWA World Title on the line. Raizzor beat Remo, Alex Wilkie defeated Krazy White Boy, and now, one of four men is destined to be the Franchise… Destined to PWA World Champion… Destined.. to be The Man!?

Jethro Hayes, Matthew Engel, Marxx, Lucious Starr… tonight they answer the question…..the question of…

WHO’S THE MAN!?


Pyros explode, welcoming everyone to the Pay-Per-View ‘Who’s The Man!? And we go immediately to the hosts of the evening, Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro!

Matthew Engel vs Lucious Starr

Who's The Man!? Semi-Finals #1


Jon McDaniel: The excitement for Who’s the Man? Has been palatable all week.

Brian Rentfro: Well, of course! This is one of the PWA’s cornerstone PPVs, and each year the tournament crowns what we call our ‘Franchise’ for the year, the one man everyone can look up too. Some great names have been the Franchise of the PWA. Raizzor, Sirus Moran, The Spider, and even Hunter Sullivan and Jacob Figgins co-won the event as the tag-team G.O.D. Tonight, another tag team has a chance to be in the same position!

Jon McDaniel: And one half of that tag team has to go one on one with Lucious Starr, here in our opening match of the evening. Let’s get to the ring and the introductions by our esteemed Eric Emerson.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the first of two semi-final matches for the Who’s The Man!? Tournament!

The crowd is on their collective feet, anxiously awaiting the start of the first match. Then, the lights go out inside the arena as Sympathy for the Devil performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Brian Rentfro: Here comes the World Champion, Jon. Why don't they just give him the belt?

Jon McDaniel: That would be ridiculous.

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

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

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith.

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the former World Champion. Engel stands on the stage, looking left and right, he has a mic in his hand as he listens to Emerson.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

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

Engel remains focused on the ring, ignoring the fans who boo him.

I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made.

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

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

Brian Rentfro: That's what a real champion looks like, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: We'll just have to wait and see.

Engel's music dies down and he raises his mic to speak when a JETHRO! chant gears up in the crowd.

Crowd: JETHRO! JETHRO! JETHRO!

All Engel can do is smile. He speaks.

Matthew Engel: I get it, I really do. There's no doubt Jethro Hayes is the obvious crowd favorite here tonight. But, how is that different than other any time we've faced each other in the ring? He's always been the crowd favorite, but he doesn't always win. Tonight, I'm going to prove to you all and to the entire AOWF community that my hard work and determination will not go unrewarded. Finally, you're going to see Matthew Engel sit atop the PWA for a fourth time and it will be oh-so-glorious.

Jon McDaniel: That's a pretty bold statement.

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't mean it's not true.

Jon McDaniel: Seriously, Brian. Does Matt pay you to kiss his ass all the time?

Rentfro remains silent as Engel goes back to speaking as soon as the Jethro chants wear down a bit.

Matthew Engel: Before I talk more about Jethro, let's bring in the other so-called competitors for the tournament here tonight. Marxx had some interesting words to say about me last night, but I was in-flight to Boise and didn't manage to get a response in until now. He's so enamored with looking to the future and ignoring the past, but you have to wonder how one knows where they're going if they don't know where they've been? He was a World Champion at one point, and he earned it that night. He defeated Jethro Hayes and went on to fame and fortune. However, he wasn't challenged at all until 50 days later when he would lose to me at Summer Sizzler. But you know what? He's got me on something else. He beat me in the finals of a one-night tournament for the PWA Intercontinental Championship. Despite the fact that I went through Jethro Hayes, Riona Langly, Johnny Maverick - who was disguised as the Crimson Ghost at the time - he managed to beat me, while I was bloodied and battered, in the middle of the ring.

Bravo, Marxx. No - seriously. You did a damn fine job that night. We won't talk about the fact that your first and second round opponents don't even hold a candle to the likes of Scottie Snow or Jacob Collins. Your only 'tough' opponent was Chamelion... and, well. I think we all know that, despite being a PWA Hall of Famer and great wrestler in his time, he's better behind the desk than in the ring. We won't talk about the cakewalk you had to get to the finals of that tournament. So I'm glad you brought that up.

Engel drops the mic from his mouth for a moment.

Jon McDaniel: It's debatable Marxx had an easy route to the finals, but he still defeated Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, after Engel went through two future PWA Hall of Famers and Johnny Maverick. If I recall Engel's nose was broken before his match with Marxx even started.

Matthew Engel: Some of you might be wondering why I'm rehashing the past. Well, much to Marxx's dislike, I think the past is just as important as the future. And despite the fact that he's being one-dimensional, he felt the need to bring that one victory he has over me up. And I felt the need to destroy his credibility like I did back in 2009. The Who's The Man?! tournament represents currently the best wrestler in the PWA. One man goes through a series of matches and wins all of them, being victorious at the end. This is what it took for me to get back on top of the PWA? Marxx, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm fine with that. When have I ever been a man to ride on my own coattails? I came back in 2009 after having an awesome year in 2008, and I made my case to be a World Champion again by winning the Rumble in the Bronx. Then I defeated you at Sizzler.

I've come back in 2011 to make my case to be World Champion for a fourth time. So far, I've only lost once since January 25th, and I've won four matches in a row beginning with Genesis. I defeated Starr to earn my spot, I defeated Maverick to get where I am right now. You're so eager to label me as some washed-up legend who isn't willing to prove he's worthy of being the best man in this company anymore, when that clearly isn't my case.

I'm NOT Rob Robinson.

I'm Matthew Engel, and while you've been slacking and playing with your toys, I've been winning.

But cheer up, Marxx. You've got a career in terrible French films waiting for you.

More booing than cheering resonates from the crowd, but it doesn't phase him.

Matthew Engel: As for the Beta Star himself, he still hasn't figured out how he's going to beat me tonight. It's a shame too, because that guy could actually be something worth watching here in the PWA and not a laughingstock. If he would show an ounce of consistency, he would be a credible threat to my road to becoming World Champion again. But, as you can see here.

Engel points to the big screen. It has a clip of the last part of Starr's latest promo for tonight.

Lucious Starr: I told you Engel, I don't know how. But the truth is, I can't lose now. So suck on that.

The screen goes black after that, and Engel shakes his head.

Matthew Engel: That's Lucious Starr right there, folks. He just told me to suck on that. He's still sticking to the truth that he can't lose tonight, but he has no evidence - no crazy theories - to back up his claims. I've got evidence - it's called four decisive victories over him. It's called the only time he ever beat me was because I smashed his face with a steel chair and got disqualified. Lucious Starr is a joke, ladies and gentlemen. He's an even worse joke than The Phoenix, because at least Rob was great at one point in his career. What has Starr got, really? A World Championship reign that was HANDED to him because he was Simon Kalis' little bitch.

Yeah, that sums it up right there. Starr won't be victorious tonight. He'll be thrown back down to the ladder and competing with Ash Nukem or Mark Zout.

The fact that he needed two tries to even get in the tournament speaks volumes about his abilities. Like I've said, he faced a nobody to qualify after he loss to me in his first qualification match, then got lucky as hell when it should have been Dos Caras here tonight in the tournament and not him. That smells funky, doesn't it folks? But Lucious wants to call it fate, destiny. I mean, how ELSE would he have gotten to where he is? He talked about his issues with the Sommers family, and blamed fate.

I blame sexual favors. Seems like Lucious put those issues aside and got down on his knees, didn't he?

Jon McDaniel: Engel is getting a bit graphic here, folks.

Brian Rentfro: But that doesn't mean it isn't true! How else do you explain him getting another shot in the tournament?!

Jon McDaniel: Because Lucious Starr is still a good wrestler and a big draw here in the PWA.

Matthew Engel: I won't go any further though. There isn't much more to say about those two. Hell, there isn't much more to say to my only competition here tonight. Jethro - we've fought over titles, grudges, and careers. We've done it all - almost. But tonight, we fight over the right to be the Franchise of the PWA and to fill the void as its World Champion. That's a first for us.

I didn't come here tonight to lose. I came here to walk away with the world.

So good luck to you; you're going to need it.

Engel drops the mic as Sympathy for the Devil kicks back up on the sound system. A mixed reaction from the crowd roars up again as Engel finally starts to make his way to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Engel has made some bold threats here tonight, but we're going to find out if he can back those up.

Brian Rentfro: He has before, Jon, on several occasions.

Jon McDaniel: That's true, but there's no doubt Engel will have his work cut out for him tonight.

Brian Rentfro: And tonight we're going to finally find out who is the better man between them, and it will be Engel!

Jon McDaniel: Let me guess; you get some bonus money for mentioning that?

Brian Rentfro: I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about.

Rentfro is handed an envelope full of money from one of the staff on the floor. Jon rolls his eyes in disgust.

As the two announcers quip back and forth, Matthew Engel reaches the bottom of the ramp, looking intent on the ring when the crowd’s reaction changes. Engel notices and turns, just as Lucious Starr reaches him and slams him back first against the ring apron.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell? The match hasn’t started yet.

Jon McDaniel: Starr obviously didn’t like Engel’s comments about him.

Engel grabs his back as he falls to his knees is shock and pain and Lucious begins kicking and stomping away on Matthew Engel. In the ring the referee is yelling at Starr but we know how well that works. Emerson dives out of the ring, while Starr grabs Engel and throws him against the steel steps. The volume of the fans change yet again as Jethro Hayes rushes out to assist his tag team partner. Hayes blindsides Lucious, and the two begin to brawl while Engel tries to get his breath and bearing back. It isn’t more then thirty seconds later that Marxx decides to add himself to this makeshift brawl and the four contenders for the PWA World title find themselves in the middle of the ring, beating the ever living hell out of each other.

Brian Rentfro: This is not how this show was supposed to start.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, really, oh obvious one!

‘Come with Me’ flares over the arena speakers and Chamelion comes out from backstage, on one crutch with a mic in his other hand.

Chamelion: Security, would you please move your fat asses to that ring and separate my wrestlers!?

Security rushes the ring and after about a minute’s worth of pushing and shoving, all four men are relented to neutral corners.

Chamelion: Finally. Since it seems you four are all hell bent on beating each other up and not saving it for your matches…. Then I have a solution that should fit the bill. Engel, Starr, your match is off.

Engel and Starr share shocked expressions, turning quickly to anger.

Chamelion: And so is the semi-finals match between Jethro and Marxx.

Now the other two share the same look of frustration and rage, but Chamelion just shakes his head.

Chamelion: It just seems to me, with the biggest prize in the business at stake, along with being crownd the Franchise… having you four narrow it down like this, while tradition, just doesn’t seem to be the right call. So, both Semi-final matches are cancelled, and instead, tonight in the main event… all four of you will fight in a Fatal Fourway Elimination match!

The crowd explodes, and in the ring, the four men look to each other, understanding and acceptance slowly settling in.

Chamelion: Oh, and to keep it clean and neat…. Which is ironic since a fatal fourway is sparse on the rules… I’ll be appointing a very special guest referee to keep you all in line. You’ll find out who that is a little later on. Now, if you’d all kindly get out of my ring, we can actually get this PPV underway!

As the four men begin to exit, with security keeping them apart, Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: Wait! Not you Lucy. You stay there. Security, keep him in the ring.

Security surrounds a confused Lucious Starr as the other three make their way up the ramp and past Chamelion.

Chamelion: Since you seem so anxious to fight, I’m going to appease your impatience. Tonight, you’re facing Raizzor, remember, and what better time.. since you’re already in the ring… then to have it happen RIGHT NOW.

Starr’s eyes widen a bit, but he stands his ground and glares up at Chamelion.

Chamelion: You talk bravado a lot, Lucy, now it’s time to shut up and prove it. I’d say good luck, but I wouldn’t mean it!

Chamelion moves backstage as security exits the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Now, this isn’t fair.

Jon McDaniel: Here we go again with your ‘fair’ issues. Starr tried to be unfair in his attack on Engel. But now he gets to fight like he wanted, but against Raizzor. And he knew this was going to happen tonight, so it’s not a shock.

Brian Rentfro: But.. he had no time to be ready, he was…

Jon McDaniel: Stow it Rentfro, if anything, Starr has one less match to worry about now.. he just has to.. survive Raizzor.

Brian Rentfro: He beat him once, he can do it again!

Raizzor vs Lucious Starr

Grudge Match


Starr paces in the ring, pissed at these turn of events, when 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.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…

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, glaring at Lucious Starr. 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 of a pacing Lucious.

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 glares darkly as Lucious offers a sarcastic smile in return.

Eric Emerson: And now, his opponent, currently in the ring, weighing in at 253lbs, he is LUCIOUS STARR!!

Starr gives Raizzor the finger and it only causes Raizzor to bristle further. But he waits patiently for the ringing of the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jon McDaniel: Here we go!

The two men collide in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow, Raizzor uses his power to back Starr up into the corner. Raizzor with a chop to the chest, but Starr fires back with a right to the jaw and a second follows it up quickly. Raizzor backs up and Starr presses his advantage with a third and fourth right hand. Starr with an Irish whip sends Raizzor back first into the corner. Lucious comes flying in with a shoulderblock to Raizzor's midsection doubling the PWA Legend over at the waist. Starr with a knee lift stands Raizzor back up in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Starr pouring on the offense here.

Brian Rentfro: He's got to, because he's got at least one more match here tonight.

Starr with a front facelock and a hook of the tights lifts Raizzor up for a suplex. Raizzor wraps his leg around Starr's, preventing the lift. Starr lifts again, Raizzor blocks, slamming a fist into Lucious' kidneys and Raizzor is back on the ground. Raizzor lifts up, tossing Starr over the top rope to the outside! No wait, Starr manages to land on the apron. Raizzor spins around, Starr with a forearm to Raizzor's face gets him some time to make another plan. Starr climbs up the corner, launching hiimself with a clothesline. Raizzor catches him, snapping him over with a quick belly to belly suplex center ring. Raizzor up quickly and off the ropes, leaping up and coming down with a knee onto Starr's forehead before rolling back up to his feet quickly again. Raizzor lifting Starr up, whips him into the corner, Raizzor following in with a massive clothesline nearly sends Lucious over the top and to the outside. Starr falls back to the inside of the ring, feet on the canvas, Raizzor slams into his sternum with a knee causing Lucious to lose all the air in his lungs in one big whoosh of air. Raizzor presses his advantage with another knee into the corner before lifting Starr up onto the top turnbuckle.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor in firm control and dominating Lucious here!

Brian Rentfro: Never count Lucious out, he's got a plan.

Raizzor lifts Lucious up...

Superplex!

Lucious bounces off the canvas as the ring shakes violently from the impact of flesh on the ring, Lucious sits up after the impact, holding at his lower back. Raizzor off the ropes, knee to the head, but Lucious manages to fall back sweeping Raizzor's legs out from under him and he faceplants the canvas. Lucious rolls up to his feet, wobbly from the superplex and holding at his lower back before pulling Raizzor up to a seated positon. Lucious with a knee into the face brings Raizzor up to his feet. Whip into the ropes and Raizzor is sent running. Starr bounces in the ropes coming after Raizzor leaping and connecting with a solid clothesline knocking Raizzor back into the ropes. Lucious with a spinning heel kick sends Raizzor toppling over the top and to the outside where he lands ackwardly on his right shoulder. Lucious backs up, bouncing off the ropes and launches himself through the middle and top rope slamming his head and shoulder hard into Raizzor, causing him to slam hard into the railing back first. Dwayne Cross looks confused whether to make a ten count or not, deciding that there doesn't need to be one, he is content to watch the action. Lucious whips Raizzor back first into the apron before launching himself at The Soul-taker with a flurry of elbows and fists. Lucious whips Raizzor into the steel post, but Raizzor with a reversal and Lucious kisses the steel like a couple on Prom night. Lucious bounces back from his kiss and spins right around into a big boot from Raizzor sending the back of Starr's head into the steel and causing him to crumple down to the floor in a seated position.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious isn't going to win with moves like that.

Jon McDaniel: Weren't you just telling me that he's always got a plan?

Brian Rentfro: Sometimes, plans backfire Jon.

Raizzor slams a knee into Starr's head before lifting his right leg up by the ankle and slamming his knee into it on the side. Raizzor wraps the right leg around the post and falls to his back, hyper extending the knee at a very ackward angle. Raizzor lifts himself back up and places his own foot in there for added leverage before falling back a second time, causing a big grunt of pain from Lucious.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious had better end this match quickly.

Jon McDaniel: Or he'd better hope Raizzor ends it quickly.

Raizzor pulls Lucious up, rolling him into the ring before climbing up onto the apron himself. Raizzor climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes aim with an elbow on the injured knee of Lucious. Raizzor dives, slamming his elbow into canvas as Starr manages to move out of the way just in the nick of time. Raizzor clutches at his elbow in pain, his right elbow, and begins to get up to his feet. Starr is there, helping him out with a kick to the right elbow and a yank on the right wrist elliciting a face drain from Raizzor as the pain intensifies. Starr with an arm drag takes Raizzor down to the canvas and Starr locks on a Crippler Crossface, doing his best to pull the elbow out of joint along with the already injured shoulder. Raizzor begins to crawl for the ropes that are about five feet away, Starr doing his job and trying to keep him from reaching safety in the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor reaching for the ropes, but is about four feet away.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious could seperate the shoulder and elbow joint by then!

Starr uses his bit of leverage to pull back even further, gaining about two inches as Raizzor reaches out for the ropes, about three feet away now. Raizzor grits his teeth and shakes his head "No" when Dwayne Cross inquires about his status of quitting. Raizzor diggs his toes in and shoves forward... about a foot away. Raizzor lowers his head and Starr senses victory on the horizon and tightens the hold even further. Raizzor shoves just as Starr rolls over onto his back, Raizzor using the momentum of his shove now in a different direction has Starr pinned on his back!

One!

Two!

Starr releases the hold, scrambling up to his feet, kicking Raizzor right in the side of the face moving The Soul-taker onto his back. Starr off the ropes with a game ending Field Goal...

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor counters the kick into an anklelock!

Brian Rentfro: Lucious is in the center of the ring!

Raizzor is sweating as he is having to use his right arm for the torque of the hold and the damage he has taken on it is taking its toll. Starr crawls for the ropes, but Raizzor falls back, holding the ankle still, turning it as far as he can and Lucious rolls over bringing his left foot back and kicking out at Raizzor's face. The Soul-taker falls back avoiding the kick rolling up to his feet just as Lucious manages his. The two of them come together, Lucious with a knee into Raizzor's midsection, but Raizzor comes with a forearm across Lucious' back sending him to one knee. Lucious shakes his head as Raizzor pulls him back up, stomping down on his right knee once, twice, and a third time.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor definitely targeting that right knee of Lucious Starr.

Brian Rentfro: Lucious not looking so good, but Raizzor is also definitely favoring his right side.

Jon McDaniel: That crossface submission took its toll on Raizzor.

Raizzor with a forearm to the chest, to the face, and a chop to the throat has Lucious backed up in the corner. Raizzor with a whip, but Lucious manages the reversal and Raizzor slams back first into the opposite corner. Raizzor stumbles out right into a snap Northern Lights Suplex from Lucious. Starr off the ropes, up and down with a leg drop across Raizzor's throat before hooking the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...

Raizzor gets a shoulder up and Starr is not astonished, just determined to continue on with the match. Starr with an elbow to the side of Raizzor's head grabs his attention and he pulls The Soul-taker up to his feet, Starr with a wristlock into a hammerlock, torquing that right side of Raizzor, but The Soul-taker fires a left elbow backwards into the side of Starr's head. Lucious ducks under catching Raizzor's left arm around the back of his neck. Lucious lifts Raizzor up, falling backwards and slamming his head into the canvas, allowing Raizzor's shoulder to touch canvas.

One...

Two...

Thr

Raizzor manages an strange roll to get his shoulder off the canvas. Lucious rolls up to his feet, but Raizzor is managing the same. Starr slams Raizzor in the chest with a standing dropkick and he falls into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Lucious once again in firm control here.

Brian Rentfro: Told you he had a plan.

Lucious shoves his shoulder into Raizzor's midsection before lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Starr lifts and falls back, tossing Raizzor over his left shoulder with a belly to belly superplex!

Brian Rentfro: What a move!

Jon McDaniel: Did you see the ring shake?

Brian Rentfro: Of course!

Lucious makes another cover.

One...

Two...

Thre

Raizzor throws up another shoulder, barely before Dwayne's hand slaps the mat. Starr is getting a bit emmotional as he pulls Raizzor up to his feet. Whip into the ropes. Raizzor counters! Starr bounces off back into a big boot from Raizzor and Starr is on his back.

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor is staring down at Starr!

Brian Rentfro: Get up Starr, get up!!

Raizzor bends down, clutching Starr by the throat and pulls him up to a vertical base. Raizzor lifts Lucious up, spinning around and slamming him down with a vicious chokeslam center ring!

Brian Rentfro: NO! NO!!

Jon McDaniel: Starr’s clutching his side, I think he may have cracked a rib!

But Raizzor isn't finished as he pulls Starr into position for his triangle choke submission hold!

Brian Rentfro: Break free, Starr, get out of there!

Raizzor cinches the hold in, and Starr gasps, fighting for all his might, but the pain in his side is unbearing and he realizes he needs to survive for the main event, so with frustration and intense pain, Starr starts slapping the canvas!

Jon McDaniel: Starr's tapping!

Brian Rentfro: Dammit! Damn!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Raizzor releases the hold, mercifully, and rises as the ref raises his hand.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match as result of a tap out... The Soul-taker... Raizzor!

The crowd is hot with the announcement, cheering Raizzor on as he stares down at the withering Lucious Starr. Appeased for the time being, Raizzor twists and walks to the ropes, exiting swiftly. Medics come down and assist Lucious Starr up and out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: This is just great! Damn Sommers. Starr’s hurt, and he is supposed to go for the World title tonight!

Jon McDaniel: Now, Brian, he made his own bed. He accepted the match with Raizzor, he knew that he had two other matches tonight. He knew what he was getting into.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, just shut up… we have more matches to call.

Jon McDaniel: Glad you’re back on the horse, Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: Grrrrr.

The Phoenix vs Ash Nukem

PWA Television Championship


Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…weighing in at 175lbs … ASH NUKEM!

Ash Nukem heads to the ring as his music plays. He slips inside and waits eagerly for the start of the match.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from U2town, Ireland and weighing in at 230lbs, he is the current PWA Television Champion, THE PHOENIX!

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

Brian Rentfro: Starr may have been screwed over, but now I’ll get to see the awesome Phoenix demolish Nukem to ash!

Jon McDaniel: You’ve been waiting all night to say that, haven’t you.

Brian Rentfro: I have hundreds of lines, just you wait!

Scott Swindell calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

The two men slowly circle each other and then lock up in the center of the ring. Side head lock takedown by Nukem, Phoenix reverses it into a head scissors that Nukem quickly nips out of. Leg sweep by Phoenix that puts Nukem flat on the mat. Phoenix goes for a quick pin but is rolled off before the referee can even get into position. Nukem is back to his feet and the two men smile at each other with newfound respect. Another collar and elbow lock up. Arm bar from Phoenix. Nukem rolls through it and takes Phoenix up and over with a fireman’s carry and locks in his own armbar. Phoenix reaches out with his foot and places it on the bottom rope causing a break. The two men get to their feet and the crowd start up "PWA!" chant. The two men lock up once more and Phoenix drives a pair of forearms to the head of Nukem. A snapmare to the mat from Phoenix is quickly followed up by a low dropkick to the back of the head from Phoenix. Nukem rolls to the ropes and the referee backs off Phoenix.

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix and Nukem going after each other with fast paced action in the early going.

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix the veteran taking on Nukem the Asshole.

Brian Rentfro: That was kind of rude Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Well he is an ASSHOLE, it’s his stable!

Nukem is up and the two men go to lock up. Kick to the gut of Phoenix. Scoop and a slam from Nukem leaves Phoenix looking up at the lights. Phoenix rolls out of the way of a Nukem elbow drop and pulls the challenger to his feet. Hard chop across the chest of Nukem! Another chop from Phoenix gets a “Woooooooo!” from the crowd! Phoenix whips Nukem off the ropes but goes for a hip toss. Nukem puts on the breaks and tries to reverse it into a hip toss of his own! This time it’s Phoenix who blocks the move and he levels Nukem with a clothesline! Phoenix is back to his feet and hits the ropes to go for a rolling thunder! Nukem gets his knees up at the last second and Phoenix lands back first across the knees! Nukem is up and pulls Phoenix to his feet. He hooks Phoenix up for Dragon suplex! The crowd jump to their feet to see the move but Phoenix quickly reverses it into a backdrop! Phoenix waits for Nukem to pull himself to his feet then hooks him from behind planting him with a release German Suplex! A cover!

One...

Two...

Jon McDaniel: Phoenix hoping a surprise pin equals a win.

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix isn't a veteran and multiple time Champion of this sport by his looks alone.
would definitely be out of reach!
Phoenix pulls Nukem to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. Nukem ducks a spinwheel kick and snaps off a hurricanrana on Phoenix! Without wasting a second Nukem hits the nearest corner and goes for Base One! Phoenix spins out of the way at the last second and Ash eats canvas! Phoenix rolls Nukem up in a schoolboy!

One...

Two...

Ash with a quick shoulder up after two. Nukem is pulled off the mat and Phoenix goes for another German suplex. Nukem blocks it with a back elbow to the head and spins around Phoenix. Swinging neckbreaker from Ash Nukem! A dazed Phoenix rolls out of the ring to catch his breath as Nukem struggles up to his feet. On the outside Phoenix has been distracted by a ringside fan who is holding a sign that reads "Ash, you can have my asshole!" he turns away from the fan and gets nailed by a Ash Nukem suicide plancha! Both men hit the guardrail hard and the crowd is joyfully chanting “Holy Shit!” for the amazing move.

Jon McDaniel: What a daredevil move!

Brian Rentfro: He caused damage, but took some as well.

Nukem is up and he rolls Phoenix back into the ring. Phoenix looks dazed as Nukem climbs up onto the ring apron delivering Base One to Phoenix. Ash hooks the near leg.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Nukem looks shocked as the referee tells him it wasn’t a three count. Nukem pulls Phoenix up and goes for Sensory Overload! Phoenix blocks the move, by taking Nukem down with a drop toe hold. Phoenix is up and drives a knee into the side of the head of Ash that stuns him. Nukem is yanked to his feet and takes another brutal looking release German Suplex! Nukem has no time to recover as he’s flattened by a ROLLING THUNDER from Phoenix! Phoenix hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Brian Rentfro: That count was slow!

Jon McDaniel: So, whom are you pulling for in this one being the unbias individual that you are?

Brian Rentfro: Phoenix.

Phoenix slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Nukem to his feet. Ash surprises Phoenix by driving a knee into his gut and then whips him into the far corner. Phoenix reverses it and its Nukem who sails back first into the corner! Phoenix rushes in and takes a boot to the face! Nukem pulls himself up to the second rope and takes flight drilling Phoenix with a tornado DDT!

Jon McDaniel: Base Two!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Ash!

Jon McDaniel: I thought you were pulling for Phoenix?

Brian Rentfro: You know me, always switching to the winning side.

Jon McDaniel: It’s going to be a long night.

Nukem goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre

Kickout!

Nukem is on his feet and signals for Sensory Overload! Phoenix is slowly pulling himself up and finds himself spun around and placed into position for Ash's finisher!

Phoenix tries to fight out a second time but it’s no use.


Sensory Overload!

Ash makes the cover, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on!

Jon McDaniel: You’re odds for tonight are going down hill there quickly, huh, Brian?

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEW Pioneer Wrestling Association Television Champion... Ash Nukem!

Scott Swindell hands Ash the belt and Nukem holds it up high as the fans clap respectfully for the match here tonight. Ash rolls from the ring while Phoenix gets up, shaking his head and looking on to Ash as he walks backwards up the ramp, smirking. Phoenix has a look on his face that’s nearly unreadable.

Brian Rentfro: You know Phoenix will be counting on a rematch soon.

Jon McDaniel: Dunno, the man’s all over the place, this may let him focus on his AOWF title bid, as well as the title he won in Victory.

As Phoenix exits the ring we cut to backstage.

Opportunity


We find Chamelion standing next to one of the large monitors displaying the ring and the action going on in it. He smirks at the result of the Phoenix/Ash Match as Bud Adams appears next to him.

Adams: Mark, may I get a word?

Chamelion, without missing a beat, quips.

Chamelion: Opportunity.

Adams blinks.

Adams: What?

Chamelion: You asked if you could get a word, I gave you a word; Opportunity.

Adams: Ok? What does it mean?

Chamelion: I assume you don’t mean that literally. It means tonight is a night of opportunity. We’ve already seen Ash Nukem take his opportunity in defeating The Phoenix, but there’s a lot of other opportunities left for tonight. Will Blazenwing break his curse, and finally capture PWA Gold? Will Hunter break HIS PPV Curse? What about Might & Magic, one of the oldest tag teams in PWA history? What will they do about their opportunity? I’m anxious to see the results.

Adams: You talked about announcements tonight? Who’s going to get the opportunities going for the AOWF world title?

Chamelion: If I told you now, I’d reveal the secret, and I’m not going to do that. Just be patient, Adams, the world and you will find out at the same time. In the meantime, let’s sit back and enjoy more PWA PPV action!

Chamelion slaps Adams on the shoulder as the camera pans into the monitor, which brings us back to the ring.

Matt Stone vs Cody Bogard vs Trent Sunderland vs Jimmy Henderson

Fatal Fourway Elimination Match


DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a fatal four way match!

The crowd rises to its feet, cheering, before ‘Come with Me’ starts up again and Chamelion interrupts.

Chamelion: Hold on there, Emerson. See, Adams asked me if I had a single word to sum up tonight, and that word is opportunity. So, while I went and changed this to a single fall match earlier in the week, I feel the fans would much rather see not one, but two great elimination matches tonight. So, I’m changing it BACK to elimination. That, and the men in this match, particularly Stone, have a chance to really solidify themselves, by beating not one, but three opponents by pin fall. So, there you have it… we’re back to Elimination style. Go on and announce the opponents, Eric.

Eric nods and raises the mic.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, Trent Sunderland!

Trent comes out, looking to the crowd and raising a fist before he makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Jimmy Henderson!

Henderson runs out, stopping at the top of the ramp and raising both arms, eliciting cheers before he jogs to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Now, their opponent, Cody Bogard!

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Dragon Storm 2007 plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard posing at the entrance way, attired in a special JPN get up, honoring the Japanese and their recent tragedies. Cody makes his way to the ring.

Mizukara no ishi de sono tobi tataki
Mizukara no ishi de sono tobira wo hiraku
Taka naru mune no kodou wo Osae kurezu ni
Kokoro ni himeta Tsuyoi toshi wo moyasu

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

Kanayaku daiya no Genseki no youni
[Itsuka wa hikari wo hanatemasu youni...]

Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he thrusts his arm into the air to a hail of cheers.

Yume no tobira wo hiraku Erabareshi senshitachi
Kagirinaki kanou sei wo Sono mune ni idaita mama
Mizukara wo shinjite tsudoishi nakama wo shinjite
Hatenaki "yume oi bito" wa Ashita e no michi wo iku dake

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.

Brian Rentfro: Interesting outfit.

Jon McDaniel: He’s honoring the tragedy in Japan. All our hopes and prayers are with them in their time of need.

Brian Rentfro: Agreed.

Eric Emerson: And finally, introducing, Matt Stone!

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. 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 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.

Brian Rentfro: Stone looks ready to reclaim his spot as superstar of the year.

Jon McDaniel: Sommers is testing him in these type of matches, and Stone’s been testing himself against the AOWF best.

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell sounds, Matt Stone immediately slides out of the ring, as the other three collide. Bogard hits a double clothesline on the other two and then slinks out the other side and goes after Stone. Henderson gets up before Sunderland and kicks him in the gut, hits a solid pump handle slam and covers.

1

2

Kickout.

Sunderland gets out of the move, to his feet and catches Henderson in a variation of the Killswitch, knocking him down and going for the cover.

1

2

Kickout.

As the two rise up, slowly each already dazed, Bogard chases Stone around the ring. Stone slides in and as Bogard follows, Stone drops a killer elbow to the back of Bogard’s head. Bogard flattens out and Stone watches as Sunderland goes to pile drive Henderson. Stone moves up behind Sunderland, grabs his tights and pulls him backwards into a rollup pin, while Henderson, free, adds a kick to the face for good measure.

1

2

3!

Eric Emerson: Trent Sunderland has been eliminated.

Brian Rentfro: That was fast!

Jon McDaniel: The men in that ring understand the necessity to trim this down quickly.

Stone laughs, but Bogard makes him pay with a roll up of his own.

1

2

Shoulder up.

Stone breaks out, shaking his head at his own distraction. Meanwhile, Henderson spears Bogard who was getting to his feet and then picks Bogard up and hits a suplex. Henderson covers.

1

2

Shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Man, this match is fast paced.

Bogard kicks Henderson in the shin, and Henderson back peddles right into Stone. Stone hits a spinning neck breaker on Henderson, and then throws him into Bogard who connects with the Sanada Ten Braves!

1

2

3!

Eric Emerson: Jimmy Henderson has been eliminated!

Jon McDaniel: It’s down to two men already.

Brian Rentfro: Now it gets serious.

Bogard, back to his feet, grins at Stone who returns a stoic look, his focus too thick to be lured into emotion. Bogard and Stone circle before mashing up in the center of the ring with a heavy tie up. Stone initiates a test of strength and begins pushing Bogard back but Bogard drops to his knees and uses Stone own strength to drag his opponent over in a fireman carry. As soon as Stone bumps on the canvas, Bogard sinks in a deep head lock and forces Stone shoulders against the mat in the same instance. The hold is tight and Bogard’s arm looks like a python around the throat of Stone. The ref is in position and begins his count.

1

2

Stone brings his legs up, wrapping them around the head of Bogard and peels him off.

Brian Rentfro: Nice way out of that pin!

Bogard is quick to get up, though, and as Stone is gaining a standing position, he nails the kneeling opponent with a side kick! Stone is again on his back, and is open season to a plethora of assaults from the sole of Bogard’s boots. Bogard picks Stone up, throws him against the ropes, and waits in center ring for a clothesline, but no! Stone comes back with a strong shoulder tackle, taking Bogard to the canvas hard. Stone runs toward the ropes and comes back toward Bogard, but Bogard dives under his feet. As Stone comes back for the second time, Bogard snags him with a big hip toss! Stone flips, landing on his feet! He isn’t quick enough this time, however, and Bogard wraps an arm around his throat and sinks down to his knees, stretching Stone’s back over his own in a sick backbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Oh man, I felt that one!


Stone hits the canvas face down And Bogard runs against the ropes, coming back with a heavy senton, but Stone rolls away from the attack, leaving Bogard to splash the canvas! Bogard holds his back, and Stone runs at him, dropping a leg over his throat with a classic leg drop.

Brian Rentfro: Never forget the classics, they can be devastating!

Stone throws Bogard to the ropes and as Bogard comes back, he ducks Stone, turns and swings hard, knocking Stone for a loop. However, Stone tries to execute a hurricarrana, but Bogard catches him, and as he is hanging down vertically, Bogard steps over both his arms and falls forward, pan caking him into the mat. Bogard then rolls so that he is pinning Stone.

1

2

Thre/Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: That was close! Bogard almost had Stone by the… stones there.

Brian Rentfro: Save the puns for me, Jon, you’re no good at them!

Stone breaks out at the very last second and rolls backward out of the pin and nails Bogard with a quick dropkick. They both lay on their backs, exhausted from the turn of events.

Jon McDaniel: Oh boy, I don’t think either competitor expected their opponent to be so innovative, cunning, or athletic.

Brian Rentfro: Just goes to show, you should NEVER underestimate your opponent.

The ref has no choice other than to start the double ten count!
1

2

3

4

5

Brian Rentfro: Come on guys!

Jon McDaniel: Yes, I would hate to see this match end on a double count out!

6

7

Stone and Bogard begin to stir. They each reach a knee, but the rules state they must be standing on both feet.

8

Jon McDaniel: They’re trying!

9

Bogard shakes his head and stands on his own two feet.

Brian Rentfro: Bogard’s up, he can win this!

Te--!

Stone forces himself up in the nick of time! But Bogard almost takes his head off with a running Clothesline From Hell as soon as Stone is up! Bogard goes for the cover!

1

2

Thre/Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable! How did Stone manage to kick out of that?

Bogard looked at the ref, slapping his hand, and the ref affirms it was a two. Rolling his eyes, Bogard drops a fist into the head of Stone before lifting him up. Stone fires four quick right hands into the abs of Bogard, however, apparently gaining his momentum from nowhere! As soon as he gains a standing position he lifts Bogard vertically and drops him down over his knee in a filthy looking Manhattan Drop! Bogard grabs his crotch, leaning over, and Stone sees his opportunity, the word of the night and hits the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! The crowd chants along with the ref, knowing it’s over!

1

2

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Brian Rentfro: Matt Stone with another solid victory!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, Matt Stone!

Jon McDaniel: Gotta give it up to Bogard, he almost had this one.

Brian Rentfro: Even with Chamelion changing the match back to Elimination to throw them all off, they still managed to put on a classic fatal four-way event.

Stone has his hand raised, looking pleased. Bogard stands, and the two men look at each other before Bogard nods and exits the ring. Stone laughs, and enjoys the porous of boos from the fans in attendance, before saluting them with a single finger and exiting the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Like him or not, Stone is never going to be far away from the main event.

Brian Rentfro: He just has to find that one … spark.. and he could be completely unstoppable. Of course, he has to stop trying to take on three matches a week, and focus one at a time, and he could go all.. the..way!

Jon McDaniel: This is not football, Brian. Anyway, let’s move on, much more action to come!

Mark Zout & Ryan Ross vs Dos Caras X 2

Tag-Team Match


Jon McDaniel: With this contest set to begin, we have yet to clarify one aspect of this match: What of Ryan Ross' indefinite suspension? At this point, even if Ryan Ross does show his face, he won't be legally able to contend tonight!

An eerie creeping of a tone ascends through the arena giving way to steady thumps, each about a heart’s beat away from each other. Added to this is this is the techno-inspired melody. It is at this time that Emerson’s confident booming voice echoes over the announce system.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing at this time, at a combined weight of approximately four hundred pounds, and hailing from parts unknown, The Duo of Dos Caras!

Another low-to-high growl of chords gives way to the baseline and from the backstage area emerges the pair of Dos Caras. One looks exactly the same as weeks past, but the other now sports a full body suit, leaving no skin revealed. The two absorb the various boos and jeers of the crowd looking like they liked it, as if they fed off the fan’s hatred.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, Ryan has been contending for a month straight. Look at that first Dos Cara. Look at Ryan Ross. Listen to their voices. I get the whole keeping fabe in order thing, but Mark Zout and I finally see eye to eye on something. Even the fans in the arena aren't that stupid.

Upon reaching the ring, the Cara in the full body suit rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, while the other slides in under the same boundary. The two take to a single corner and quite literally put their heads together, assumedly discussing the match about to begin.

As The Perfect Cell Theme dies away the airwaves are split by the rift of an electric guitar from Fireflight‘s Unbreakable. The baseline kicks in a bar later and Emerson’s charismatic coos return over the sound system.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now: standing at five feet, ten inches and weighing two hundred and nine pounds; fighting out of Montreal, Quebec; Mark Zout!

A strong, confident female voice floats over the heads of the audience as Mark bursts in from the backstage area. A few lucky fans receive a tag of Zout’s hand in passing as he sprints down the entrance ramp. He jumps up, sliding across the side apron on his shin, then rolls backward over the top rope, staring down the two individuals.

Eric Emerson: And his partner: Standing at six feet, two inches and weighing two hundred twenty pounds; representing Seattle, Washington; He is THE FUTURE… Ryan Ross!

The heavy drop C guitar and accompanying baseline of Creed’s Freedom Fighters hit’s the sound system and the fans erupt in an explosion of cheers. Then, from behind the curtain emerges… No one. Emerson clears his throat.

Ermerson: RYYYYYYYAAAAAANNNN RRRRROOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS!!!

The music restarts, the lights dance in time with the grungy beat, and still the curtain has yet to move. Mark shakes his head, spinning his wrist as if to say let’s move on as the pair of Dos Caras cackle obnoxiously in their corner. The fans cheers have turned to sour jeers and the booming of their boos fill the arena.

Brian Rentfro: I guess I was wrong. The fans ARE that stupid.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Brian, you may be right, about the Ryan Ross situation not the fans, but with the contest about to begin it's too late for any of that now. Best of luck to Zout in this tag team handicapped match.

Punchy drums give way to Jimmy Page’s rendition of Zeplin’s Kasmir. In confusion, all three competitors’ gazes join those of the commentating cast and the fans in the arena. From the backstage area emerges Chamelion. He holds a microphone in his hand and wears his signature Cheshire grin. He waits patiently for Puff Daddy’s Come With Me to fade out before lifting the microphone to his lips.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is going on here?

Chamelion: As of right now, just as it has been for the past month, Ryan Ross is suspended indefinitely for his disappearance. That means that the choice of Ryan Ross as Mark Zout’s tag team partner is invalid. Dos… Doses… You two in the masks, whatever you call yourselves, the decision you made this evening may have been an easy one, but it was also an illegal one.

The pair of Dos Caras explode in a frenzy, groping at their masks, slapping the turnbuckle, and kicking the bottom ropes in anger. Mark breaths a heavy sigh of relief accompanied by an easily recognizable exclamation across his brow.

Jon McDaniel: The match is invalid! Mark Zout still has a fair chance at keeping his career!

The fans explode in cheers, and Zout nods confidently as the pair of Dos Cara’s anger grows more intense. The smile Zout had aquired dispersed quickly, however, as Chamelion grew one of his own.

Chamelion: However… However! The stipulation of last week’s match granted the victor the right to choose WHOMEVER they like as Mark Zout’s tag team partner for this evening. With that considered, I will be lifting Ryan Ross’ suspension effective immediately and this match will continue as scheduled. GOT IT?!

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable! Look at that grin on the general manager’s face! Chamelion was just toying with the men in the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Well, Jon, that’s why they call him the most devious S.O.B. in the business.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings, finally setting the contest underway. The two Doses, despite the official Scott Swindle's pleas, assail upon Mark. Dos 1, wearing just the mask and tights, throws a hard right hand that Zout is quick to block. He then retaliates with a strong right of his own, sending Dos 1 reeling backward and bounding off the ropes. Mark turns, doubling Dos 2 over with a sharp toe kick to the abdomen. Dos 1 is coming back now, but Mark shuts his offense down quickly with a back elbow, then pounds three sharp fists into the back of Dos 2's skull. Dos 1 attamts to get a strike in as Mark turns to face him, but Zout ducks the clothesline attempt and uses Dos 1's own momentum to toss him over the top rope to the outside!

Dos 2, wearing the full body suit, staggers to his feet, but is too slow in doing so. Mark takes him by the arm and sends him into the ropes with a quick Irish whip. Dos 2 bounds back from the ropes, but Zout is already poised and waiting, and sends the masked man flying head over heels and crashing into the mat with a high elivation hip toss. Mark immediately throws his legs over Dos 2's chest and locks his ankles together, pulling back at Dos 2's arm as if he were trying to break it off! Swindle gains position, asking Dos 2 if he'd like to give. Dos 2 struggles against the hold, shaking hgis head desperately. He kicks his legs up, flipping backiward, then pivots his body around. Slipping a leg into the hold, Dos 2 pries his arm loose and bridges back, locking Mark in his own Puget Sound of Pain! Suprised and shocked, Mark slips both arms inside of Dos 2's grip and breaks the hold on his throat. Then he posts up and flips forward, sending Dos 2 crashing back first into the bottom turnbuckle!

Dos 1 tries to storm the ring, but Swindle catches this and stops him before he can reach Zout. Mark takes the opportunity to begin stomping out Dos 2's face. Enraged, Dos 1 tries even harder to get past Swindle, but only succeeds in reaching a four count before exiting the ring.

Mark picks Dos 2 up, slamming two quick punches into his head, then leans him against the corner, following up with two solid chops, a forearm strike, and a back elbow. He then hoists Dos 2 onto the top turnbuckle, takes a step back, and leaps up, tearing Dos 2 off the turnbuckle with a vicious huricanrana!

Dos 2 clutches his back as he writhes in pain against the mat. Mark slams his knee into Dos 2’s face as he attemts to find his feet, and then mounts him holding his head up with one hand and pumping fists into his face with the other. The fans chant with each blow.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEV-EN!

EIGHT!

NIIINE!

TEN!!!

Mark releases his grip on Dos 2’s mask, letting Dos 2’s head bounce off the canvas. Mark then backs up, rebounds off the ropes, and sends Dos 2 crashing to the outside with a mean drop kick. Then immediately finds his feet, bounces off the ropes again, and suicide planchas through the middle and top ropes nailing the Ode to Nirvana! The crowd goes nuts as Zout and Dos 2 crash into the announce table and crumple away from it like discarded rag dolls. Swindel begins his count…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Dos 2 grasps for his back, wincing in pain while Mark is first up. He delivers an overhead punch to the skull of the charging Dos1 and then kicks him in the face as he tries to stand.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Mark turns to stalk Dos 2 again, but is caught by a charge, sending his spine straight into the ring apron.
SIX!

Dos 2 grabs Mark by the arm and wraps it around the ring post by throwing it hard, then climbs over the steel steps and drops straight down, wrenching Mark’s arm down hard against the steel.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Mark kicks his feet against the matting on the outside as he babies his arm. Dos2 rolls into the ring and Dos 1 finds his place on the ring apron, shaking his head loose of the cob webs.

NINE!

Zout uses the bottom ropes with his uninjured arm to pull himself up and rolls into the ring, then right back out! Aggravated with the situation, Dos1 commands Dos2 to make a tag, which he does, and Dos1 takes to the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

Mark shakes his arm loose as he walks around the ring and leans against the barricade for a short rest. The fans behind him patting his back and screaming words of encouragement. Dos1 taunts Zout, challenging him to re-enter the ring, but Mark holds up ten fingers in response.

THREE!

Brian Rentfro: This is garbage, McDaniel. Mark Zout is showing the world how much of a coward he really is!

FOUR!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know, Brian. Zout’s against two men this week. I think what he’s deploying now is sound strategy.

FIVE!

Brian Rentfro: I guess Zout isn’t the only Mark we have on staff…

Jon McDaniel: What’s that supposed to mean, Brian?

SIX! GET IN THE RING!

SEVEN!

Mark, satisfied with his arm, stands away from the barricade and approaches the ring, mocking entry.

EIGHT!

Dos 1 immediately stomps where Zout’s head should have been, but there was no one home! Mark grabs Dos 1 by the legs and drags him out of the ring, letting Dos1’s back and head bounce off the outside matting, then jumps, double stomping Dos1’s chest on his way to the apron.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mark springboards off the top rope and hit’s a double-knee moonsault! Zout then rolls into the ring, content to let Dos1 be counted out!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Dos2 abandons his post, picking his partner up, and shoves him into the ring, feeding him right into Mark’s clutches! Mark drops a boot to the back of Dos1’s head, then lifts him to his knees and dropkicks him in the chest. Dos1 clutches his chest with one hand, fighting for air after the repetitive attacks to his sternum, and pulls himself up with the other. Mark moves to kick him in that arm, but Dos1 connects in desperation with a low blow!

Swindell barks a warning at Dos, who tries to convince him it was an honest mistake. The two argue back and forth for a moment, but Mark rolls Dos up with a School Boy! Swindell moves to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--

Dos kicks out. Both men reach their feet at the same time, and begin to circle. They lock up center ring and struggle for leverage. Dos1 takes the advantage, bending Mark back into a bridge until Mark is on his head, almost kissing the mat! Dos moves one hand to begin working in an Americana, but Mark takes the opportunity of a free limb and begins pushing back. Slowly Mark gains back neutral ground and then, with a quick spin, traps Dos with a wrist clutch! Mark torques hard, but Dos struggles back, managing to get a slight bend in his elbow. Mark, with another spin chains the wrist wringer into a hammer lock, synching it in tight. Dos throws back elbows wildly, hitting nothing. Mark slaps him in the stomach, causing him to double over, and then quickly jumps forward into a headlock! Dos growls in frustration and charges his weight backward, running both himself and Mark into the ropes. He pushes hard on the rebound and sends Mark sprinting across the ring.

As Mark returns, Mark slams his shoulder into Dos with a shoulder tackle, then reaches his feet and runs off the ropes again. Dos1 gains his feet and leapfrogs over the sprinting Mark, then drops at Mark’s feet, sending him leaping over the downed Dos. As Mark comes back a third time, Dos catches him with a hip toss! But what’s this? Zout reverses into an arm drag, sending Dos flying across the ring!

Mark takes a moment to catch his breath, but when he turns around Dos dropkicks Mark in the knee laying him out flat on his stomach stopping any momentum he was working towards. Dos lifts his foot and stomps Mark in the back of the head. Swindle moves in to break up the repetitive boots to Zout’s head. Dos takes his time to stop his beat down and walks over to his corner and tags his partner. Dos two now stand in the ring at the ready waiting for Mark to attempt to get to his feet. Zout rolls to his stomach slowly but gets met with a knee to the back by Dos. Mark wraiths in pain as Dos rolls him over for the pin fall.

Swindle takes to the mat to start the count.

ONE!

Jon McDaniel: NO! Only a one count Mark is showing us his resilience, his heart tonight folks.

Zout lay on the mat as Dos Cara grabs a tuft of hair and pulls his foe to his feet. Mark reaches deep down inside himself and thrusts his fist into the abdomen of his opponent. Dos doubles over but quickly recovers with a stiff knee to the stomach. Dos follows it up with a few strikes to the skull knocking some fight out of his opponent. He then pulls his arm and whips him into the corner. Zout hits hard almost falling out but holding on so he stays in a standing position. Dos runs to the opposite corner and charges his foe with a leap he’s airborne and smashing Zout in the head with a stiff dropkick. Zout grabs his head in pain and drops to his knees. Dos walks over to his corner tagging in his partner but his time both men stay in the ring. Mark still clutches his head as both Dos’s take a running start and deliver a double drop kick to Zout’s face. Mark falls back at the knees as Dos Cara one pulls him to the center of the ring. Dos covers his opponent.

Swindle goes for the Count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa, that was a close call there folks. Zout is making it clear its win or die.

Brian Rentfro: I doubt it will even get that far Jon. Zout will quit.

Zout gets his shoulder off the mat. Dos express distress through his mask as he looks at the referee and lifts Zout back to a standing position. Dos grabs mark’s arm and whips him across the ring to the ropes. Mark hits them and rebounds fast as Dos leaps over him causing Mark to rebound again. Dos leapt again but this time he hooked his legs around Zout’s head flipping him to the mat with a head scissor take over. Dos applies pressure to the hurt neck of Zout as the fans slowly start to pound clap and cheer for Zout.

A second wind hits Zout and with subtle twitch of the foot, Mark follows it up with a gyration.

Jon McDaniel: Zout is catching a second wind.

He breaks free of dos’s head lock and he gets to his feet delivering a hard chop to Dos. Mark follows it up with a stiff right, following it up with another stiff chop to the chest. Dos is reeling backward into a corner. Mark mounts the second ropes and starts nailing Dos with dome shot after Dome Shot. Mark jumps backward catching Dos by the head and whipping him forward. Dos lands hard on his back from the hurricanrana. Zout climbs the corner reaching the top when out of nowhere Dos Cara Two pushes him off. Mark lands hard, neck first, on the top rope. Zout Falls backwards to the mat clutching his throat. Dos makes a cover.

Swindle take to the mat.

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!

Zout lifts his legs and pops his shoulder up at two. Dos angrily looks to swindle but gets back to business quickly. Dos delivers a few stiff strikes to marks head before pulling him off the ground and pushing him into his corner, tagging Dos Two as he does so. Dos quickly get into the ring and delivers a boot to Zout’s gut. Dos one follows suit and both men stomp a mud hole into Marks chest, before Swindle steps in to break it up and make the match fair again. Dos picks Mark up and wraps his arm around the Seattleites head lifting him up for a suplex and a quick cover.

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know how much Mark has left after this severe beating he’s taken in this match.

Swindle crashes to the mat to make the Count.

ONE!

TWO!

T-NO!

Mark pushes Dos off of him stopping the count. Dos grabs a tuft of Marks hair and pulls him of the mat. Mark breaks the hold he had on his head and nails Dos in the face with a right jab slightly dazing him. Dos stumbles back a bit. Mark hits another strike to the head as Dos stumbles forward this time. Zout pulls Dos towards him and past throwing him to the ropes causing him to rebound hard and fast. With speed Dos comes back faster then he went and got caught in a sleeper.

Jon McDaniel: Oh this could turn the match around right here, Dos is in the sleeper!

Dos reaches behind his head to grab Zout’s and with a smooth motion drops to his butt, hitting a stiff jawbreaker to Zout. Mark releases his hold and grabs his jaw in pain as Dos reaches his feet. Dos charges his foe and grabs Zout Irish whipping him into the corner. Zout bounds towards the corner and hits hard bouncing out a bit and falling back in. Dos charges him in the corner and steps on his chest kicking him in the head with an enziguri. Dos gets to his feet as Zout is about to fall forward and pushes him back in. Dos bends at the waist and lifts Zout to the top rope. Dos slowly climbs the buckle taunting the fans as he leaps onto Marks shoulders. Mark with an in explicable moment of strength and courage stops Dos from delivering the top rope hurricanrana. Zout lifts him up and over his head as he slides under leaving Dos crotched on the top rope. Dos Number Two attempts to enter the ring but Zout delivers a dropkick to his opponent before he can enter the ring. Dos One stands up on the corner and turns around only to see Zout charge at him. leaping to the top rope throwing Dos across the ring and both men land in the center of the ring.

Freedom Fighter By creed hits the P.A. system as both competitors start to stir. Ryan Ross appears on the ramp pulling tape off his mouth and kicking a rope off his foot. The crowd goes nuts as the Renegade Souljah Runs down the ramp and to the far corner of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! He’s ripping tape off of himself that’s vintage Ryan Ross. I knew he wasn’t a Dos.

Renfro: Bull Jon. You don’t know jack! He can’t join the match it’s already started.

Ryan leaps onto the corner and reaches his hand out for his partner. Both men in the ring look at their respective corners. Mark Zout’s face went from down and out to a look of shock and vigor. Dos, on the other hand, gets to his feet and makes a dive for his corner, hitting Dos Cara two’s hand. Mark reaches his feet and then stumbles forward smacking Ross’s hand.

Jon McDaniel: Finally a fresh man on Zout’s side. Team Dos cannot be happy with this.

Brian Rentfro: Jesus McDaniel, would YOU be happy if your match was set in stone.

Jon McDaniel: It’s not MY match.

Dos Cara Two hurtles into the ring making a mad charge towards his foes corner as Ryan springboards off the top rope and hits a devastating dropkick. Dos hits the mat hard and Ryan kips up off the mat waiting for Dos to get into a standing position. Dos reaches his feet and gets nailed with a stiff boot to the stomach, doubling over in pain. Ryan grabs his opponent by the head and trunks throwing him hard into his corner post. Dos Cara one gets to his feet. His feet propel him forward towards his former controller Ryan Ross. Ryan turns and dashes at Dos, with a leap he smashes him with a start stunning spear.

Jon McDaniel: Spear! Spear! Spear!

Ryan gets to his feet and turns back to the second Dos. He stands with a slight wobble Ryan dashes leaps and dropkicks Dos face first into the corner, making him stumble back out and into the waiting arms of Ryan. Ryan warps his hands around Dos’s waist lifts him and drops him hard on his neck. Ryan gets to his feet as Dos Cara two wobbles to his feet. Ryan charges and leaps in to the air. Ross raises his leg above Dos’s head and drops down forcing his face to crash to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: Boom! Head shot. Ehmm sorry that was mildly un professional.

Brian Rentfro: I meant to say, Come on this isn’t fair at all.

Jon McDaniel: This is completely fair by all means of the rules he was a part of this match and he’s doing what he should, winning this match with a beautiful –uh for lack of a better term- the Fameasser.

Ryan makes a cover.

Swindle leaps to the mat and slams his hand down.

ONE!

Again.

TWO!

A final time.

THREE!

The bell rings and Ryan leaps to his feet raising both hands in the air and running over towards Zout.

McDaniel; He did it. Ryan Ross came out and won the match I bet Dos regrets doing what he did tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Shut up McDaniel.Swindle raises both men’s arms in victory as they celebrate in the center of ring. Mark has a look of disbelief on his face.

Eric Emerson: Your winners, at fourteen minutes, twelve seconds… THE RENEGADE SOULJAHZ!!!

Ryan and Mark again raise their arms in victory as the pair of Dos Caras scurry up the ramp licking their wounds.

Special Announcements!


‘Come with Me’ begins, and the crowd en mass turns to watch Chamelion come walking onto the stage, using the single crutch to keep him stable he works his way down to the ring and gets inside. Once in the ring he calls for a mic, takes it from the ring attendant and waits for the crowd to settle.

Chamelion: I know you’re expecting some big announcements tonight and I’m here to deliver. Earlier tonight I mentioned a special referee for the main event, but before I get to that person, I want to discuss Honor Bound.

He pauses, the fans cheer at the name.

Chamelion: Next month, Honor Bound spreads across four federations, over four nights in a week’s period. All the AOWF titles are going to be decided, whether with all fresh faces or defended by Legends of the AOWF community from the old era. Of those matches, three of them will host a PWA representative. For the tag titles, the PWA’s own Second 2 None will be defending against three teams from Rebel, Victory and BWF.

He pauses again.

Chamelion: But, the other two.. the King of Extreme title… and the AOWF World title… they’re all fresh faces, each from the four federations and as of this moment, only Johnny Maverick, representing Rebel Pro, is known. I’m about to change that.

He grins, the crowd buzzes.

Chamelion: For the KoE title, that is going to be announced shortly after Who's The Man, because the person I had chosen declined, which is odd, considering the person. So I'm going to be making a secondary choice after tonight's event is over.

Chamelion: Now, as for the AOWF World Title. Here is where I really had to make some considerations. What I’m about to do is going to shock each and every one of you. I can’t even begin to explain to you why I have made this choice, except to say that to represent the PWA, there are only three men who I would pick to do the job. The first, my brother Raizzor, but we both decided to forgo this option because his focus is on Starr. The second option would be our own PWA World Champion, whomever it is crowned tonight, but to be fair, his focus should be on representing the PWA on its home front. So that left me with this third man, someone who, despite our differences has put people in the seats, sold merchandise and basically makes a fuss everywhere he goes.

Chamelion: The PWA’s choice to represent in the AOWF World Title Match…

Suddenly the arena lights dim as "Fatal" by The RZA begins to play. On the ADCTron we see a Golden Gun being raised towards the camera, a bloodied Rayn looking up.

"Simon... ready to die?"

The fans jump to their feet in roars and camera flashes. The images on the ADCTron show their 2006 Death Match, and Simon Kalis himself bloodied smirking as he looks back at his brother.

"I was born ready, mothafucka."

Chamelion: Is SIMON KALIS!

Jon McDaniel: WHA.. WHAT!?

Brian Rentfro: FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A golden arch of pyros come over the entrance ramp as Simon Kalis steps through, once again on a PWA television screen. He stares coldly towards Chamelion before stomping his foot down, slapping his chest and saluting the crowd to an uproar of cheers.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god...

Brian Rentfro: Just when you thought he was out! THEY PULL HIM BACK IN!

Kalis adjusts the collar to his Brioni suit as he makes his way down to the ring. He is solemn and emotionless as he circles the ring, staring up with vengeance in his eyes towards Chamelion. Chamelion ignores Simon's glares as Simon passes by the announcers table. He high fives Brian Rentfro and throws a middle finger up at Jon McDaniel before refusing to slap any hands of fans at ringside. He mockingly spits at fans, only sarcastically and not with any saliva but the point is proven as he climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He waves a middle finger in Chamelion's face before climbing each turnbuckle and raising his arms high in the air, basking in the flashing lights of the PWA once more.

Jon McDaniel: What has Chamelion done? What was he thinking?

Brian Rentfro: He was thinking of what's in the best interest for this company, Jon. That's all, and bottom dollar is Simon Kalis is a golden superstar who has the Midas touch. Charismatic, brilliant, super talented.

Jon McDaniel: You love him sooooo much don't you?

Brian Rentfro: Yes sir! ALL HAIL KALIS BABY!

Kalis grabs a microphone, and stares blankly at Chamelion as he waits for the fans to calm down.

Simon Kalis: Kiss my fucking black ass, Mark.

The crowd erupts into laughter, as Simon remains unflinching in his murderous look towards Chamelion. Chamelion, however, looks unfazed.

Simon Kalis: You chewed me up and spit me out like I was nothing. Let's be real here for a moment ladies and gentlemen. The ONLY reason... I repeat folks, the ONLY reason I even stand here tonight is because of the fact Mark wanted me to represent the PWA at Honor Bound. He realized he shot himself in the foot when he fired me so quickly, impulsively and without any consideration for the long term ramifications of his actions. You see folks, the PWA has fallen once more into disarray and petulance without me. You lost Teresa Quaranta and Simon Kalis on the SAME night, Mark. Your two BEST superstars and you knew you could only come CRAWLING back to one of them.

Kalis shakes his head, looking at Chamelion with disgust.

Simon Kalis: Let me make it clear to you, you god damn Cheshire grinning son of a bitch. I'm here for me. Fuck these fans and fuck you Mark. I'm here for my glory, my honor and my victory. I'm going to win the AoWF World title for me, my prestige and through my sweat and blood. Not because you want me to. You only gave me the ticket, and that's because in all honesty Mark?

Kalis smirks, chuckling.

Simon Kalis: You looked at your choices and knew not a single person currently signed to the PWA could hope to withstand the onslaught of the BWF, Victory and Rebel Pro.

Kalis shakes his head again, turning away from Mark.

Simon Kalis: There was a time that I would've done this for all of you and for this company, back when my heart was glued to the PWA. Put yourselves in my shoes and you just can't blame me for feeling how I feel. The truth is I am the Undisputed PWA World Champion. I have been since the final Chaos when I won the first fall of my match with Raizzor. I was even before that, the moment you gave me back my title Mark. The one I bled for, the one I LOST MY GOD DAMN EYE FOR!

Kalis slaps his own head and pops out his glass left eye, catching it and holding it up for everyone to see. He walks right up to Mark to look him dead in the eyes, forcing Mark to see for the first time deep and up close inside the gaping hole in Simon's head.

Simon Kalis: I did everything Mark... For you. For the PWA and for these fans and this? This is the thanks I get?

Kalis turns around and pops his glass eye back into place.

Simon Kalis: Nigga please.

Kalis lowers his head and sighs.

Simon Kalis: You remember that my loyalty to this company is no longer there. Not after the way you spat me out like a piece of gum that lost its flavor, Mark. Not after everything you did man. Truth is I'd give up that AoWF World title shot to just get my belt back, but I know you won't allow that and truth be told Mark... I'm bigger than the PWA World title.

The fans boo Simon heavily, but he ignores it.

Simon Kalis: I am bigger than the PWA itself. So remember that and try to rest easy knowing who you've given the reigns to. Because by virtue of picking me to represent the Pioneer Wrestling Association at Honor Bound, Mark? You've admitted that I am the best wrestler in the AoWF today, with NO equal. But most of all, Mark?

Kalis reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain which simply says "Common Enemy" in platinum with diamonds encrusted in each letter.

Simon Kalis: You will do well to realize that this is war now. We are going to dominate the AoWF... And decimate everyone who tries to stop us. So...

Kalis extends his hand, laughing as he does so and Chamelion and Simon shake hands.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell does that mean?

Brian Rentfro: It doesn't matter! Simon Kalis is BACK in the PWA! Just end the show, there's no need for a main event.

McDaniel sighs at ringside as Simon crosses his arms, tapping his right foot and staring back at Chamelion.

Chamelion: I’m sorry. I tuned out after you started to say Kiss My… after that, it all sounded like static, like all the other segments you saturated the PWA with.

That comment causes Kalis to steam, his face turning red, but Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: Let’s get ‘real’ real, kiddo. I’m not regretting firing you. I wouldn’t have you back here in the PWA if there wasn’t an AOWF World title to go for.

He grins.

Chamelion: I never denied you were good, Simon. I snatched you up before Rebel, Victory or BWF could because frankly put you’re a damned fine choice to put into the AOWF title match, and I knew the PWA couldn’t get a much better representative, but believe me, firing you was the most enjoyable moment of my life and now that you’re rehired, it just means I may have another chance to do it again.

He stops an angry Simon from commenting.

Chamelion: You can stand there and cite any reason you want to dream up, kiddo, but face it, to me? You’re just Simon Kalis, thorn in my side and truth is, I’d rather have you on the PWA branch cutting up the other three companies then out there doing the same to me. As it is, you already situated yourself in Rebel, but that’s okay with me.

One last pause then he looks around the arena.

Chamelion: Oh, and one last bit before you try and tell me otherwise. Tonight, the main event, you’re going to be the special guest referee… and I expect you to play fair, by the book and down the middle or that AOWF title shot will be given away to someone else. GOT IT?

He grins wickedly as Simon growls before he responds.

Simon Kalis: Be careful what you wish for, Mark.

Kalis sneers at Sommers before looking out to the crowd.

Simon Kalis: Now obviously, tonight I'll be refereeing the main event. I won Who's The Man?! last year, so it seems almost fitting that I be there to pass the torch onto the next man who will become the Franchise of the PWA. Truth be told no one needs to worry about whether or not I'll be impartial or not.

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: I hate all of them equally. From the traitors Marxx and Jethro Hayes. To the fickle Matthew Engel, and the yellow bellied coward Lucious Starr. All these men need only know that they are here in this moment because I allow them to be. And just as for most of 2010 I was there in the midst of who was or wasn't World Champion, so too shall it be now. I decide.

Kalis pushes his index finger into his own chest.

Simon Kalis: I chose their destiny. And when I decide to? I'll be there to take back what's mine...

Kalis drops the microphone and makes title motions as "Fatal" by The RZA hits again. He spits in the ring near Mark Sommers feet as he exits the ring and heads backstage without ever looking back at Chamelion, who smirks and mockingly announces to the crowd.

Chamelion: Ladies and Gentlemen, your AOWF World title contender for the PWA: Simon Kalis. Give him a finger for me, would you?

The crowd of course is mixed, and Simon laughs as he goes backstage.

Chamelion: Well, that was fun! Let's get on with the rest of the show, and up next, the PWA IC title is up for grabs. This is one match I'm especially going to be interested in.

Chamelion exits the ring as his music hits and he heads up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: I can't believe he let Simon Kalis back into the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Believe it! He knows that Kalis will lead PWA to the AOWF World title!

Jon McDaniel: No doubting he can get the job done, but, still, I'm just so shocked. Those two men despise each other.

Brian Rentfro: Oh, give it up, Sommers knows a seller when he sees one.

Jon McDaniel: I guess. But it's time for the IC title match. Let's go to the ring for the announcements.

DING! DING! DING!


Duff Côte d`Ivoire (c) vs David Blazenwing

PWA Intercontinental Championship


Eric Emerson: The fallowing contest is a do disqualification match and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! And should David Blazenwing lose he will retire...Introducing first... hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... weighing in tonight at 245 pounds... he is Milwaukee's Greatest Export... he is DAVID... BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!!

The lights in the arena all cut to black and the Tron comes to life, pulsating with a green light as a quiet beat gets louder with every flash. It gets faster and faster, and louder with each pulse, until the pulsating light explodes into the words "True Icons Never Die" and "Superstar" by Saliva blares across the arena sound system.

#Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow
Toast to champagne cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow
If it feels good, then it feels good and I do it all day
You want me to play?
You best bring your brain
You best bring your money#

#Yeah!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
No matter who you are!#

The stage fills with smoke and the crowd comes to their feet, cheering loudly as the smoke clears on the stage and a man in a dark green trench coat stands, head down, facing the ADC-Tron. He raises his hands and snaps his fingers, causing four loud bursts of pyro to ignite, two on each side of him, before spinning around Y2J style to reveal David Blazenwing!

#Razorblade and lines and I walk the line without fearing no one
Damn, my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from these empty bottles
Films and magazines
It's all what I need and all what I planned on
Where's my limousine?
It's just like a dream that I won't wake up from!#

His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right, nodding towards the crowd before walking down the ramp. After stopping to slap hands with a few fans, David moves towards the ring steps and hops up and down a few times in front of them before quickly racing up the steps to the apron side facing the stage. He stops and pulls his sunglasses off, then leans down and steps through the middle of the ropes to enter the ring. David walks across the ring and leaps up onto the second rope in the corner nearest the timekeeper, then pulls off his trench coat and tosses it towards the timekeeper.

#Yeah!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
It don't matter who you are!
Yeah! Come on!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
No matter who you... AAAARRRREEE!!!#

David smirks and points to the fans, then slaps his chest a few times and points up towards the sky, closing his eyes and saying a short prayer. David leaps down from the corner and immediately turns to sit down in the same corner, ala Raven. David then rests his head on the second turnbuckle pad as his theme fades and the crowd continues cheering.

The Jobber Blues House Band begins to play a jazzy rendition of "Slaughterama" by GWAR. Robert Greenberg steps out from behind the curtain and walks to the top of the ramp. He smirks and looks around at the cheering crowd, waving.

Robert Greenberg: GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GERMS! I AM ONE RUDE, CRUDE DUDE WITH A ROCK-AND-ROLL ATTITUDE! ROBERT -- [dirty poem that will be sent in every week] -- GREENBERG!

The crowd goes bananas.

Robert Greenberg: Tonight's guest(s): [derogatory bit about opponent which will also be PMed weekly]! And now, HERE IS YOUR HOST... HE TOWERS OVER MOST OF HIS COMPETITION AT 6'7", AND WEIGHS IN AT 275 LBS. ... HE IS YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION DUFF-MAAAN!

The band plays on and Duff-Man emerges from the back. His million-dollar-smile can be seen from the nosebleeds, and he's wearing a blue-and-white pinstripe sport jacket. He waves to the crowd, blows kisses, and gives out high-fives as if they were going out of style. He stops at ringside to give his cheap sunglasses to some lucky fan.

Duff looks in the ring and smiles as he climbs the stairs. He gets in the ring and walks over to his corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Ding Ding Ding

The two men lock up dead center of the ring but that doesn't last long as Duff overpowers David and throws him to the ground, Dave rolling back to his feet.

Dave then puts up his dukes, showing the intention of instead now brawling with Duff but as D'Ivoire goes for the first strike with a punch Blazenwing ducks and he finds himself in the corner now with David throwing a flurry of elbow shivers in his direction.

David then, being satisfied with the blows leaving Duff staggered in the corner proceeds to turn his back to the big man to gesture to the crowd. Bad idea. as he turned back around Duff tosses him into the corner and laid down a flurry of his own, only with rights and lefts.

Duff with a irish whip to the opposite corner before charging in and receiving a boot for his efforts, taking him to a knee. Blazenwing to the second turnbuckle for a missile dropkick to take duff down

Jon McDaniel: you don't see David Blazenwing fly often, if nothing else that proves this match is a big deal to him.

Brian Rentfro: If he loses he's quitting, of course he's going to give it everything he has!

David had rolled out to the floor and grabbed a steel chair from under the ring and had gotten back in.

Duff was on his knees as Blazenwing swung the folded chair over his head and down again towards the skull of D'Ivoire but Duff caught it! He ripped it out of the hands of David and jabbed him in the stomach with it before standing up and delivering a second blow to the back.

Duff rolled David onto his back and set up the chair next to him before running to the opposite ropes and rebounding off them before stopping just dead of the chair he set up before wiggling his finger to the crowd who some of laughed for getting what he made it look like he was going to do.

Not satisfied with the reaction he got Duff sat in the chair and put his feet up on Blazenwing as if he were a table for the win. He got the cheers he wanted as the reff went to the mat.

1!

2!

David kicked out as Duff shrugged and picked him up, attempting to whip him to the ropes, which Dave countered into a whip of his own. On rebound drop-toeholding Duff right into the chair before going for a pin of his own.

1!

2!

Duff kicked out, pushing David off of him. David rolled outside of the ropes and to the apron and stood just as Duff grabbed him for a vertical suplex attempted which was blocked. Dave with attempt of his own to the outside, blocked. Duff then turned David over and delivered a spinning neckbreaker across the top rope, forcing Blazenwing to fall to the outside.

Duff went to the outside and picked up David for an attempt at a Russian legsweep, Dave countered with a couple elbows before turning the position around and re-angling the attack and deliving his own russian legsweep, but seeing as how he changed the direction the two men were standing Duff went back first into the edge of the announce table instead of to the floor!

David picked Duff up and pointed to the ring post before charging with D'Ivoire and ramming his head into it. Duff stumbled back and to the floor next to the announce table.

As Duff was slowly getting back up Blazenwing jumped to the apron and ascended to the top rope for a flying cross body, but no! Duff at the last moment dove out of the way which resulted in David crashing though the announce table!

Duff slowly picked up David and managed to roll him into the ring for a pin attempted.

1...

2...

3! No! 2.9!

Duff was shocked but quickly got his act together and grabbed the chair that was still in the ring from earlier, refolding it and placing it on the ground before picking Dave up for an attempted reverse STO on it. but no! At the last second Blazenwing draped his arm across Duff's chest and swept the his legs out from under him for a standard STO. both men are down, but Dave's arm is on top of Duff.

1...

2...

3! no! 2.9!

Both men were still down as the reff began a double count.

Brian Rentfro: Both guys just hit each other with a move at the same time onto a chair! this is great!
Jon McDaniel: I don't think we've EVER seen two men hit a STO and reverse STO on each other, AT THE SAME TIME!

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Duff was to his feet first, but was staggering. he was shortly fallowed by Dave who was doing the same.

Duff grabbed Dave and whipped him to the ropes attempting a clothesline on rebound, Dave ducked and came back connecting with a spear! Dave was quick to his feet, probably from adrenalin, and ran to the other ropes as Duff got up, but Duff knew what was coming and ran to the perpendicular ropes, forcing Blazenwing to halt in the middle of the ring before being hit with a flying clothesline!

Dave began to get up, and Duff ran the ropes again going for another flying clothesline on the groggy Blazenwing...

only to be caught in mid air by the Blazecution!...although sadly for David Duff's momentum was still enough to make him roll out of the ring as soon as the move connected.

Dave was quick to get out of the ring and roll the big man back in for a pin attempt.

1...

2...

3! No! 2.9!

Dave was clearly getting frustrated, and rightfully so. He kneeled down to shine up his boot before backing up and stalking Duff, waiting for him to get up. When Duff was to his feet Blazenwing attempted to hit him with the full effect, to which Duff ducked and picked Dave up in the electric chair position before swinging him around to the front and connecting with Ragnarök!!!

1...

2...

3!

No!

2.9!

Duff looked like he couldn't believe what just happened. No naturally he got to his feet and picked Dave up for a second Ragnarök attempted. This time though Dave managed to go over Duffs head and land behind him before hitting The Full Effect!

1...

2...

3!

No!

2.9!

the crowd was in a frenzy at this point as Dave began to stalk D'Ivoire again, he successfully connected with The Full effect a second time! Dave dropped to a knee to make the pin attempt but stopped himself, looking back over his shoulder to the corner before getting back up and climbing the turnbuckles and connecting off the top with The Hot Shot!

1...

2...

it was at this time that Tim Murphy, who had jumped the guard rail had gotten into the ring and pounced on Blazenwing, breaking the pin! Blazenwing was in no condition to fend off this surprise attacker as he picked him up and delivered the Bum's Rush! He then left through the crowd.

both men were down, but Duff had slowly began to stir but still had that glossy look in his eye when unexpectedly Xan Vaxman ran down the ramp in street clothes and slid into the ring and attempted to help his friend D'Ivoire to his feet.

He did just that, but then swiftly kicked him in the groin!

As Duff fell to his knees Xan embraced him as if out of sympathy, the crowd was booing the hell out of the man.

Xan: "You will understand why I'm going to do what I must!"

Xan reached in his pocket and pulled out a handheld stapler, which he used to deliver blow after blow with to Duff's forehead, puncturing him with many a staple and giving him a crimson mask.

Brian Rentfro: Thank goodness we're not PG TV!
Jon McDaniel: How on earth can you support this?!
Brian Rentfro: Right. Wrong. Who cares!? This is great!

he then picked him up and threw him out of the ring before getting out and whipping him into the steel steps.
Xan separated the top and bottom half of the stairs, sliding the bottom half in before rolling Duff back in the ring.
Xan pulled Duff to his knees in front of the steps.

Xan: "I want you to listen very closely to who I am Duff! I want you to tell everybody! My real name is Alexander O'Ryan! Remem-!"

Duff managed the strength to deliver a punch to O'Ryan's face...which backfired for him because he became enraged and retaliated with a hard right of his own taking the bigger man down before lifting him back up, dragging him up on top of the stairs and delivering a vertical drop brainbuster on the steel!

Alexander then picked up David Blazenwing and placed him on top of Duff.

Jon McDaniel: No! Not like this! this is a travesty!
Brian Rentfro: Speak for yourself!

1...

2...

3!

Eric Emerson: here is your winner and the NEW Intercontinental Champion... DAVIIIIID BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!!!!!!

David fell off of Duff and was given his championship, he took it but showed no signs of knowing where he was or what just happened. The man formerly known as Xan Vaxman grabbed Blazenwing's hand and shook it before helping the new IC champ up, out of the ring and up the ramp. All the while being booed and having garbage thrown at them.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell just happened!?

Brian Rentfro: That was Xan! Xan who dropped the title because of his wife's demise. Was it real? A ruse? Oh, he's got some 'splaining to do, Lucy!

Jon McDaniel: To think he'd fake his wife's death just to make this impact! Who would do such a thing!?

Brian Rentfro: .... Um, shall we move on!?

Jon McDaniel: I think that's a good idea. Let's go from one controversial match to what is sure to be another, as the team of Might & Magic are set to challenge for the PWA Tag-Team titles against Ash Nukem, the new PWA TV champion, and his partner and fellow Asshole, Johnny Maverick!

DING! DING! DING!

The Final Bosses (c) vs Might & Magic

PWA Tag-Team Championship


Eric Emerson: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! If Might & Magic win, they get a tag title shot at Who’s The Man! Introducing first, at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds, being accompanied to the ring the Phoenix, they are Might and Magic!”

Jon McDaniel: “Did he say accompanied by the Phoenix?”

Brian Rentfro: “I guess Phoenix wants to come out and see Ash lose on match tonight”

As “Sober” by Tool plays throughout the arena Might and Magic make their way down to the ring accompanied by Phoenix.. Phoenix is talking them up as they walk down to the ring, the crowd booing him. Phoenix didn’t care, though as he led the team to the ring. They got in the ring and warmed up as Eric took center stage to announce the next team.

Eric Emerson: “And their opponents, at a total combined weight of three hundred, seventy five pounds, they are the reigning PWA Tag Team Champions, representing the Assholes, they are the Final Bosses!”

The Final Bosses come running out from the back. They stop at the top of the ramp to throw up their tag belts, much to the delight of the crowd. They walks across the stage to the opposite sides, then hold up their belts again one more time. Johnny and Ash walk to the center of the ramp and high five, before turning towards the ring, and running down the ramp. Ash dives in as Johnny goes to the stairs, walks up, and hops over the top rope. Might and Magic look on from the corner, discussing strategy with each other. Johnny and Ash hop to the top turnbuckles before holding their belts up again. Ash takes a second to hold his new Television belt towards Phoenix on the floor, and smile at him. Phoenix looks unimpressed, turns, and walks towards Might and Magic. Ash and Johnny hop down, hand their belts to the ref, and head to the corner. They rock, paper, scissor to see who will start, Johnny Maverick dominating Ash’ scissors with a devastating Rock, allowing the Sadistic Sex Symbol to start out in the ring, M&M deciding The Dragon will begin the bout.

Jon McDaniel: “So here we go, Ash already holds two titles, but will he be able to keep them?”

Brian Rentfro: “I still can’t believe Phoenix lost his title to that little nerd, that will be rectified!”

The bell sounds and we see Dragon and Johnny approach each other in the ring. They lock up with a collar and elbow tie up and Dragon quickly gets behind Maverick and kicks him in the back of the leg. Dragon shoots another kick at Johnny’s leg and Maverick turns around and is struck by a backhand chop. Dragon backs Maverick up against the ropes and shoots him across, and Johnny rebounds back into a hurricanranna! Dragon hooks Johnny’s leg as the referee get’s down

1!

2!

Johnny powers out of the pinfall.

Brian Rentfro: “Almost a three count there!”

Jon McDaniel: “Yeah, we could have had a record breaking tag title change!”

Dragon gets up, as does Maverick and Johnny takes a swing at Dragon, but the smaller man get’s out of the war and kicks Maverick in the ribs. Johnny has his arm grabbed and is whipped into the corner of M&M. Dragon rushes in and hits Johnny with a shoulder to the stomach. Dragon then makes the tag to Moke.

Brian Rentfro: “This is where Might and Magic are deadly, when they get these quick tags”

Moke comes in the ring and hits Johnny with a stiff back elbow in the jaw, then rams his thigh into Maverick’s torso. The referee begins to count as Johnny is in the ropes and Moke backs away with his hands in the air as Dragon chokes out Johnny with the ring rope. Phoenix now shouts out.

Phoenix: “Let him tag out! Get that punk in the ring and teach him some respect!”

Jon McDaniel: “Is Phoenix telling them to let up on Johnny?”

Brian Rentfro: “I believe so, he wants to see Ash get in there and get whooped. I don’t blame him”

Dragon released Johnny who was coughing and Moke grabbed him around the throat and took two steps back, beil tossing him by the throat and tossing him across the ring at Ash, who reached down and tagged himself in.

Jon McDaniel: “Here comes Ash!”

Phoenix: “Get him!”

Moke charges at Ash, who ducks out of the way and hits the ropes, coming back and clothes lining Moke, causing him to stumble back. Ash then sent a few closed fists at Moke’s head backing him up some more. Dragon got in the ring and ran over, only to meet Ash’ foot with a straight kick. Dragon fell to the mat and rolled out. Ash turned back to Moke and took a straight punch to the face, causing him to fall down on his back holding his face.

Brian Rentfro: “Well that didn’t work quite to plan, but they got the advantage”

Moke picks Ash up off the mat and grabs his torso with a bear hug. Moke starts squeezing Ash’ body and violently pulls him around the ring.

Jon McDaniel: “Ash must be exhausted, he’s already won the television championship earlier tonight!”

Brian Rentfro: “That’s the problem with double champions I guess”

The crowd started to cheer for Ash as he tried to get out of the bear hug, but he’s not having much success. Johnny Maverick comes back in the ring and kicks Moke’s right leg, causing a distraction and Moke loosens the hold, then Ash reaches down and rakes Moke’s eyes, causing the big man to release the hold. Ash gets down on his feet and nods to Johnny. The two hit the ropes and come back, both drop kicking one of Moke’s legs. Feeling the sting in his legs, Moke goes down to his knees. Johnny rolls out of the ring as Ash goes to the front of Moke who is still holding his eyes and sets him up, hitting him with the Sensory Overload!

Brian Rentfro: “Oh no…”

John Jon McDaniel: “There it is! But wait, what’s Ash doing?”

Ash wasn’t going for the cover, instead he went up the turnbuckle and looked down at Moke. He was measuring Moke when Dragon came back in the ring and ran at Ash, but Dragon was knocked back when Ash hit him with a missile dropkick!

Jon McDaniel: “There’s the first base!”

Ash then went up a near turnbuckle and smiled over at Phoenix. He then leapt off the turnbuckle and hit Moke with an elbow drop!

Jon McDaniel: “There’s the second base!”

Moke rolled on his back and started getting up slowly, Ash quickly climbed a third turnbuckle and looked over as Johnny Maverick rolled back in the ring going for Moke and hitting him in the face as he was getting up with the OF.MF! Ash leapt off the turnbuckle, rolling in the air and landing with his leg across Moke’s head.

Brian Rentfro: “Well, there’s the third one”

The crowd was going crazy at this point as Ash climbed the fourth turnbuckle. Moke was slowly getting up and Ash was perched, ready to lay the finishing touches on the big man. Dragon tried to interfere, but the referee cut him off, having enough of everyone coming and going as they please. However, with The referee distracted, Phoenix got on the apron and pushed Ash off the turnbuckle!

Jon McDaniel: “Did you see that?”

Brian Rentfro: “Of course I did, brilliant!”

Dragon went back to the corner and called for Moke to come over, which he did and tagged in Dragon. Ash was just getting up, and as he was he was grabbed from behind by Dragon and suplexed backwards with a bridge. The ref came down for the cover.

1!

2!

Ash kicked out. Dragon got up and kicked Ash in the ribs as he was getting back up. Dragon bounced off the ropes and came back, dropkicking Ash into his corner. Dragon walked over and tagged Moke back in, kicking Ash in the ribs as he left the ring. Moke pulled him back and picked him up, slamming him down on the mat.

Phoenix: “Again! Slam him again!”

Moke shrugged and picked Ash up, lifting him back high in the air and slamming him down to the mat again, this time falling down with him, landing on his torso. Moke pinned Ash

1!

2!

Ash barely kicked out. Johnny was clapping his hands, seeing Ash getting picked up again by Moke. Moke held Ash straight and brought his head down, hitting Ash’s skull with Moke’s. Ash fell down to the mat and Moke walked over, tagging Dragon back in. Dragon got on the top rope and then climbed on Moke’s shoulders. Moke slowly brought Dragon over near Ash and Dragon leapt off Moke’s shoulders and splashed Ash! Phoenix clapped as Dragon pinned Ash.

1!

2!

3…no!

Ash got this foot on the bottom rope to break up the cover. Dragon got up and went to pick Ash up, but Nukem countered with a small package

1!

2!

Dragon kicked out, but Ash was able to create some distance. Dragon charged at Ash who ducked under a clothesline and swept Dragon’s legs out from under him and jumped over the prone Dragon and tagged in Johnny Maverick!

Phoenix: “Son of a bitch!”

Maverick came in and as Dragon was getting up, he was hit with a stiff lariat from Johnny Maverick. Moke got in the ring to quell the uprising but was meant as he was getting inside and was knocked off the apron by a hard elbow. Maverick turned around and as Dragon was getting back up; JMav ran at him and kicked him in the side of the head. Phoenix, irate, walked over to the time keeper and grabbed Ash’ Television title. Maverick started clapping his hands to get the crowd behind him as Dragon struggled back to his feet. Maverick ran at the ropes and sprung off the middle rope and came back, connecting with Dragon’s throat with his knee.

Jon McDaniel: There’s the Tony Jaa!”

Brian Rentfro: “What an esoteric reference”

Johnny went for the cover on Dragon as the ref got down to count the fall.

1!

2!

Johnny was kicked in the back of the head by Moke. Moke grabbed Johnny by the back of the neck and pulled him up, driving him back down to the mat with a short clothesline. Moke was then ushered out of the ring by the referee. Dragon was getting up holding his throat and seeing Johnny using the ropes to get up, Dragon kicked Johnny in the back and he fell onto the middle rope. Dragon pressed his body on the back of Johnny’s, choking him on the middle rope. Seeing this, the referee quickly ran over and started counting. On the 4 count, Dragon got off and was being warned by the referee of the illegal activity. Unfortunately for Johnny Maverick, as the referee was admonishing Dragon; Phoenix took this time to strike! He ran by and hit Johnny in the head with Ash’ television title!

Brian Rentfro: “Brilliant! He’s not even the champion and he still uses the title.”

Jon McDaniel: “How can you condone that behavior? I know Ash doesn’t”

Johnny fell back holding his head and Ash got off the apron, giving chase to Phoenix. As the two ran around the ring, Moke came back in the ring and picked up Johnny, who’s forehead was dripping blood and picked him up, tossing him as Dragon grabbed Johnny’s head and drove him to the ring, successfully executing the Arockalypse!

Jon McDaniel: “No, not like this!”

Dragon covered Johnny, Ash stopped chasing Phoenix, who had dropped the television title and tried to make the save, but he was blocked off by Moke. The ref made the cover

1!

2!

3!

The bell sounded and Dragon rolled out of the ring with Moke close behind.

Eric Emerson: “The winners of the match and NNNNEEEEWWWWW Tag Team Champions….Might and Magic!”

Jon McDaniel: “What a damn shame, they were robbed tonight!”

Brian Rentfro: “Ha! They were Rob’d all right, brilliant game plan by Might and Magic!”

Moke and Dragon were handed their tag titles and Phoenix looked on in the ring. He just laughed as he led the team towards the back, raising his arms in the air. Ash checked on Johnny who was still bleeding.

Hunter Sullivan vs Nightmare

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship


Jon McDaniel: It looks like we are getting a steel cage match for our next match which is going to decide the champion for the now vacant Grizzly Beer Championship.

Brian Rentfro: It's vacant because Xan dropped the title due to his wife's death, but then he returned tonight to cost Duff the PWA IC title, so I can't be sure what's going on with him.

Jon McDaniel: He's a changed man, and for the worst, I would say. But we have a match to get too, the rest will have to sort itself out later.

Eric Emerson: The following bout is a STEEL CAGE MATCH! Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN!"

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. Hunter entered the cage through the only door. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

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

Eric Emerson: Standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 pounds...

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once at ringside Nightmare climbs into the ring via the steel cage door.

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

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

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

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match.

DING DING DING!

Jon McDaniel: Now as we all know, to win this match you must escape through the door or climb out. There are no pinfalls, no submissions.

Brian Rentfro: Which is bad for Nightmare, considering Hunter is a submission specialist. He locks in one of those holds and he might render Nightmare useless and just walk out without a worry.

Jon McDaniel: The two men are circling each other, waiting to see who will strike first.

Hunter keeps his eyes on Nightmare, but Nightmare quickly charges in and tries for a right hook. Hunter leans back and dodges the punch and then nails Nightmare with a shot to the body. Nightmare fights back with a left jab and tries for a clothesline but Hunter ducks underneath and nails Nightmare in the jaw with a roundhouse kick! Nightmare staggers back and Hunter nails Nightmare with a dropkick to the chest. Nightmare is knocked into the ropes which rest right against the cage. Hunter tries for a spear to drive Nightmare into the cage but Nightmare moves out of the way. Hunter runs head-first into the steel cage, backing out of the ropes and holding his head. Nightmare grabs Hunter from behind with a waistlock and launches him across the ring with a german suplex!

Brian Rentfro: And Nightmare is taking control here due to that mistake from Hunter.

Jon McDaniel: High risk and reward in this match, Brian.

Hunter climbs to his feet and Nightmare nails him in the throat. Hunter grabs his neck and Nightmare nails Hunter with a leg sweep putting him on his back.Nightmare goes to the ropes and comes back, attempting a knee drop but Hunter rolls out of the way. Hunter rises up and then nails Nightmare with a heel kick to the stomach. Nightmare is doubled over and Hunter takes him down with an evenflow DDT. Hunter stomps on Nightmare a few times, and then goes to the ropes. He comes back and hits a knee drop of his own on Nightmare. Hunter stays on the mat and puts Nightmare in an armbar. Nightmare rolls around trying to break free, and manages to slip his arm out before Hunter can lock it in.

Jon McDaniel: Close call there on the armbar, Hunter could do that all day long if he pleases. There are no tap-outs.

Brian Rentfro: Yes Jon we've covered that.

Nightmare rolls up to his feet but Hunter is quick to nail him with a chop to the chest. Hunter whips Nightmare into the ropes and Nightmare bounces off the cage as well. Nightmare leaps into the air and nails Hunter with a flying clothesline. Nightmare rises to his feet as Hunter gets to his. Nightmare grabs Hunter by the throat and throws him into the corner. Nightmare charges in but Hunter brings his boot and connects. Nightmare stumbles back and Hunter charges, ducking a clothesline from Nightmare and Hunter takes him down with a reverse DDT. Hunter gives Nightmare a few kicks to the face and then proceeds to head toward the door.

Jon McDaniel: Hunter's making his way toward the door.

Brian Rentfro: We might have a winner!

Nightmare gets to his feet however and Hunter senses it. Hunter turns around and just barely dodges a big boot from Nightmare. Hunter lands another body shot to Nightmare but Nightmare smashes his elbow into Hunter's head. Nightmare does it again, and again, and then lifts Hunter up in suplex fashion and drops him down for a brainbuster!

Brian Rentfro: Good God!

Jon McDaniel: That's gotta hurt as I'm sure Nightmare added a little extra to it.

Nightmare gets to his feet and starts going toward the door himself. Hunter climbs to a knee and then sprints toward Nightmare, clipping his left knee and taking Nightmare down. Hunter mounts Nightmare and starts dishing out lefts and rights. Nightmare puts his arms up to defend himself but Hunter gets a few shots in. Nightmare clocks Hunter right in the jaw very hard, knocking Hunter off of him. Nightmare gets to his feet and clobbers Hunter with a double arm axe handle. Nightmare does it again, and again. Hunter yells out in pain, and Nightmare pulls him up to his feet. Nightmare grabs him by the hair and throws Hunter face-first into the cage. Hunter bounces off and Nightmare takes him down with a roaring elbow!

Brian Rentfro: Damn!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter took a nasty shot to that cage.

Hunter is on his knees and Nightmare drops an elbow on his back. Nightmare gets Hunter up to his feet and brings him over to the cage. He tries to grind Hunter's face in the steel but Hunter slams his elbow into Nightmare's gut. Hunter connects with another body shot, possibly cracking a rib that time as Nightmare bellows over in pain. Hunter underhooks both of Nightmare's arms and in an amazing feat of strength he takes him down with a suplex!

Jon McDaniel: Great show of strength from the Viper right there, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Yes Jon and he avoided having his face getting messed up.

Hunter gets up to his feet and stomps on Nightmare a few times. He brings Nightmare up to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Hunter goes apeshit and slams his left and right fists into Nightmare's stomach and ribs. Nightmare counters with a headbutt to Hunter, but Hunter is relentless as he connects with another body shot and then an uppercut to Nightmare's jaw. Hunter brings Nightmare out of the corner but Nightmare connects with another headbutt. Hunter is staggering back and Nightmare charges, taking Hunter down with a knee to the face. Hunter gets up to his knees and Nightmare gives him a kick to the ribs. Nightmare grabs Hunter and pulls him up to his feet, and goes for another suplex. But Hunter slips out of it and lands behind Nightmare. Hunter connects with a spinning backfist right as Nightmare turns around.

Jon McDaniel: Great timing there by Hunter. Seems he hasn't lost much of a step.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he's been training viciously ever since he heard Nightmare was coming back.

As Nightmare stands, dazed, Hunter charges, diving feet-first towards him with his closer leg extended straight and his further one bent at the knee. He then connects with the sole of his boot against Nightmare's head, knocking them down him a vicious force.

Brian Rentfro: The Viper Snap!

Jon McDaniel: Nightmare damn near looks unconscious!

Hunter, being across the ring from the door, begins to climb up the cage as quickly as he can. Nightmare begins to come back to life, stirring about on the mat. Hunter is closer and closer to the top as Nightmare gets to a knee.

Brian Rentfro: Hunter's at the top Jon!

Jon McDaniel: But now Nightmare is climbing up! It's amazing that he's able to coordinate after that brutal strike to the head!

Brian Rentfro: Hunter is eying Nightmare as he draws closer to him. Come on, Hunter! Just climb over the top and back down!

Jon McDaniel: I think Hunter wants to make a point here, Brian.

Nightmare gets within arms reach of Hunter and Hunter kicks Nightmare's arm away. Nightmare almost falls back down, but grabs the cage with his left hand as hard as he can. Nightmare shifts over and climbs up a few more times. Nightmare reaches the top and Hunter is on his way down. However, Nightmare has plans and grabs Hunter by the hair. Nightmare uses his brute strength to pull Hunter by his hair back up to the top. Both men are on the top now, exchanging punches.

Brian Rentfro: This is dangerous, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I think they're well aware of that. Nightmare and Hunter are battling it out on top of the cage! Who's gonna win it?!

Brian Rentfro: Hunter swings his leg and connects with a kick to Nightmare's face! But that's not enough to send Nightmare hurling back into the ring.

Nightmare grabs Hunter by the throat and begins to choke him. Hunter begins to turn blue from lack of oxygen, but at a last ditch effort, Hunter gives Nightmare a kick to his injured ribs. Nightmare lets go of the choke hold and Hunter begins pounding away at Nightmare. Punch after punch, Nightmare finally gives way and falls 15 feet to the mat below! The crowd is going NUTS!

Brian Rentfro: Nightmare's down!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter's got this won! He just needs to climb down!

Hunter contemplates jumping down and landing on top of Nightmare, but he doesn't. He wants to win the match.

He slowly climbs down as Nightmare finally gets back up to his feet, only to see Hunter jump down and touch the ground outside of the cage.

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... your new PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... "THE VIPER"... HUNTER SULLIVAN!

Referee Dwayne Cross hands Hunter his Grizzly Beer Championship. Nightmare is infuriated inside the cage, and Hunter raises his title in the air.

Jon McDaniel: Unbelievable, Brian. Hunter has finally defeated Nightmare.

Brian Rentfro: I really thought Nightmare was going to be too much for Hunter, but it turns out it was the other way around.

Jon McDaniel: Nightmare still holds two decisive victories over Hunter, so you have to imagine there will be a rematch.

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn't expect anything less from Nightmare. He'll want to avenge this loss.

Hunter gives Nightmare a stern look and then heads up the rampway, disappearing backstage.

Jethro Hayes vs Lucious Starr vs Marxx vs Matthew Engel

Who's The Man!? Fatal Fourway World Heavyweight Championship Match


Jon McDaniel: So this is the moment we have waited a month to see. Who will become the new Franchise of the PWA?

Brian Rentfro: More importantly, who will become the PWA Undisputed World Champion!?

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following contest is schedueled for three falls, and is a four corners elimination match for the Pioneer Wrestling Association UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

"Fatal" by The RZA hits over the speakers and the fans jump to their feet in boos.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first! He is the Special Guest Referee for tonight's main event!

Simon Kalis steps out in a striped PWA referee's shirt, black dress pants and black Air Force One's and throws his hands up with middle fingers to the crowd.

Eric Emerson: He is the winner of Who's The Man?! 2010, and the current Franchise of the PWA!

Kalis begins making his way down to the ring and slaps the hands of a few fans who aren't booing him.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Champion and two time PWA Tag Team Champion... He is SIMON KALIS!

Kalis slides into the ring and nods to Eric Emerson as he stretches inside the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Why would he stretch? He's not fighting.

Brian Rentfro: He's just making sure he doesn't pull a muscle when he's jumping around the ring being a fair, unbiased referee.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah about as fair and balanced as Fox News right?

Brian Rentfro: Hey, yeah!

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.


Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...


Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.


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


I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."


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


Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...


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


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


"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."


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


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


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


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

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

Jon McDaniel: There is so much history between each of the four competitors in this match and their referee it's mind blowing.

Brian Rentfro: Think of the ratings! Four of the best in this business in one ring with the greatest of all time! Our Lord Kalis!

Jon McDaniel: Oh don't start.

"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. Engel comes up behind him and pats him on the back, and the two men share a few words.

Jon McDaniel: Many believe this match will come down to Second 2 None.

Brian Rentfro: Wishful thinking perhaps!

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch plays through the arena. All of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.


He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, a huge smile on his face. He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.


Eric Emerson: On his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Indianapolis, Indiana: Marxx!


He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before dropping them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he starts stretching. Engel and Hayes turn their attention to Marxx who remains in his corner, unimpressed.

Jon McDaniel: The tension is alright high, and it's about to get worse.

Brian Rentfro: They tend to save the best for last!

Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the center of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s "Fuck You" hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. Lucious Starr emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, throwing up both hands- which are flicking off all in attendance. Lucious slowly makes his way down the ramp, playing to the fans as he almost dances his way down.


I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!


Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, from Akron Ohio!


Lucious stops mid ramp, gyrating to the tune. He points to either side of the ramp, a few female fans cheering while a few are totally not buying it, Lucious blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan.


I'm sorry
I can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean I can't get you there.
I guess he's an Xbox
I'm more an Atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.


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


Lucious continues down the ramp, eyeing the ring as he descends and taking note of his three(or four) enemies in the ring.


I picture the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend


Eric Emerson: He is the Untamed Fury...


Lucious circles the ring, stopping by the announce table. He salutes the announce team, then turns to leap onto the ring apron. He waves to the crowd, taking in the mixed reaction as his intro continues.


I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
If I was richer,
I'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!


Lucious slides in between the top and middle ropes, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.


Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, he is Lucious Beta Starr!!


Now I know
That I had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya
Trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap


Lucious again flips the bird, jumping to the mat below as he stands ready in his corner. Simon Kalis directs each man into a corner, and now all four men look across the ring at each other with intensity. Simon Kalis holds up the PWA Undisputed World title in front of each man before raising it with both hands in the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Everyone knows what's at stake here. Every man, woman and child in this arena is on their feet... There is an air of calm before the storm here.

DING DING DING

Marxx, Hayes and Engel all immediately rush Lucious Starr and grab ahold of him! Engel hip tosses Starr to the canvas as Marxx and Hayes begin stomping down on the Untamed Fury who's feeling their untamed fury. Marxx and Engel use the ropes as leverage as the already battered Starr from his match earlier with Raizzor continues to get stomped down. Hayes bounces off the opposite side ropes, Engel and Marxx back away as Hayes hits a crushing leg drop onto Lucious Starr. Hayes is back up now and grabs Starr by his throat, lifting him up all the way and holding him in the air. Marxx and Engel throw furious punches into his ribs and stomach as Hayes chokes him by the neck. Starr kicks wildly and looks to Simon Kalis to intervene, but Kalis shakes his head and turns around to look at the fans. Starr winces horribly in pain as Marxx and Engel work over his possibly broken, but definitely severely injured ribs.

Brian Rentfro: This is supposed to be a four corners match! Not a beat down Lucious Starr match!!! Hasn't the man been through enough! Stop this madness, Kalis!

Jon McDaniel: Starr has burned every bridge he's ever had. There's no mercy for him but I agree, this is completely unfair and not the way this match should go!

Jethro Hayes finally chokeslams Lucious Starr to the canvas as Matthew Engel climbs up to the top rope! EUTHANASIA ON LUCIOUS STARR! Starr grits his teeth in pain, his ribs obviously horribly bruised. Marxx stomps down on Starr's face as Engel immediately hooks the legs and Hayes grabs Kalis to turn him around. Kalis looks down at Starr and slowly drops to his knees, taking his time to look at Marxx and Hayes.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Well he took his time to start the count.

2!!

Kalis' hand slips and he slips forward and knocks Engel off Starr with his shoulder "by accident".

BREAK!

Brian Rentfro: HAHAH! What an "accident"!

Matthew Engel: What the FUCK was that Simon?

Simon Kalis: Mistakes happen, don't think about hitting me or I'll throw you out of this match. How about you guys remember this isn't a god damn handicap match against Starr?

Engel grabs Simon by the shirt but backs down as Starr quickly slides out of the ring to catch his breath. Marxx is already outside after him and Starr elbows Marxx in the gut and smashes his head on the apron. Engel joins them on the outside and Hayes watches on from inside the ring as Kalis begins a VERY quick ten count as Engel hits a running knee right into Starr's already bruised up face, knocking him down.

1!
2!
3!
4!
5!

Hayes quickly yells at Engel to get back into the ring as Kalis jumps up and down every split second counting and laughing like a jackass.

6!
7!
Engel and Marxx slide back into the ring!

8!

The three men in the ring watch as Starr is slow to get his feet. Marxx, Engel and Hayes all look at Kalis as he seems paused in his count as Starr finally throws himself onto the apron.

9!

Starr slides back into the ring and Engel and Hayes immediately begin stomping down on him again.

Jon McDaniel: Why is he helping Starr?

Brian Rentfro: Why is this a three on one handicap match?

Marxx stands behind Engel and Hayes trying to see if he can make room to stomp on Lucious Starr. Simon Kalis charges Marxx and shoves him right into Engel and Hayes before jumping back. Engel turns around and goes for a left punch but Marxx ducks. Hayes immediately clotheslines Marxx from behind and takes him down as their trio immediately crumbles. Kalis checks on Starr to see if he's still able to continue as Engel puts Marxx into an wrist lock. Hayes with a couple quick stiff fists into Marxx's chest but Marxx reverses the wrist lock and puts Engel into an armbar. Starr's back up and he tackles Jethro Hayes to the canvas and unleashes a flurry of punches of his own, absolute rage burning in his eyes. Starr quickly hooks the leg on Hayes!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Hayes kicks out just after the two count and Kalis holds up two fingers to the frustrated Starr. Meanwhile Marxx with an implant DDT on Engel he quickly hooks the legs on Engel and Kalis flips towards them like a dolphin.

1!

2!!

T-KICK OUT!

Brian Rentfro: See? Everything's fair!

Jon McDaniel: I guess so...

Brian Rentfro: Don't be so surprised! At least the match is more of a four way now than a handicap match!

Kalis holds up the two to Marxx.

Marxx: C'est pas correct.

Simon Kalis: Non, c'est juste vous etez retard.

Jon McDaniel: Did he just call Marxx a retard?

Brian Rentfro: I think so...

Hayes and Starr are up and exchanging lefts and rights with each, getting into a serious slobber knocker. Hayes agrabs ahold of Starr and takes him out with a single arm DDT. Marxx with a bicycle kick on The Virus is in clear control of their battle as he picks Engel by the neck. Starr clutches his ribs moreso than his head which are still injured from earlier tonight. Engel headbutts Marxx to get out of his grasp and whips him into the ropes. As Marxx comes back however he hits a shoulder tackle to Engel and takes him down. Hayes picks Starr up who's still reeling and brings a big knee to Starr's ribs. But Starr just won't quit! Marxx flexes his sexy no homo muscles to the crowd and the ladies swoon, the men nauseate but cameras flash across the arena nevertheless. Marxx runs to the ropes but as he bounces back Engel quickly jumps to his feet and hits a devestating yakuza kick to Marxx which sends him over the top rope and to the outside! Hayes holds Starr's neck and head and continues to crash a big knee across Starr's ribs but Starr fights back, wildly throwing his head up to catch Hayes in the chin. Hayes bites his own tongue as a result and begins to bleed, Starr collapses to the canvas as Hayes groans holding his mouth and feeling his tongue. Starr hugs himself over his injured ribs and crawls away for some rest. Kalis checks on Starr again.

Simon Kalis: I think you're done, Lucious. I mean sure I'd love to see you end up puncturing your lungs and bleeding internally to death, flopping around the ring like a fish out of water like the next man but something about rules say I've got to put a stop to this.

Lucious Starr: FUCK THAT! This is MY night! I will be the next PWA Champion!

Starr pushes Simon away and pulls himself to his feet. He rushes Jethro Hayes who's still checking his tongue out and hits a flying lariat on The Southern Hero. Engel climbs the top rope and waits for Marxx to get to his feet on the outside. As Marxx does Engel flies off the top rope and hits a stunning missile dropkick to the back of Marxx's head sending both men to the ground outside. Starr with a spinning neckbreaker on Jethro Hayes sends the big man down. Starr mounts Hayes and begins swinging wildly, knocking him senseless as The Untamed Fury shows Hayes why he's called that. Starr pushes Hayes down with his hands and in an awkward pin, Kalis drops for the count!

1!

Jon McDaniel: I've never seen a pin like that.

2!!

Brian Rentfro: It's kinda gay, and after all the penis talk between Starr and Hayes I'm wondering...

TH-KICK OUT!

Hayes pushes Starr off of himself by grabbing Starr's waist around his ribs and squeezing as he does so. Starr winces as he rolls away holding his ribs precariously. Hayes is still bleeding from his mouth and Kalis begins the ten count on Engel and Marxx.

1!

Engel is up first and begins stomping down on the back of Marxx's head.

2!

Starr sits up on his knees holding his ribs still as Marxx is picked up by Engel and Hayes gets to his feet.

3!

Marxx catches Engel in the face with an elbow then grapples. Marxx with a japanese arm drag takes Engel down on the outside!

4!

Starr is up and staggers towards Hayes before jumping at him with a clothesline. Marxx picks Engel up but Engel quickly reverses, whipping Marxx into the corner post but Marxx puts his hands out and doesn't ping it.

5!

Starr picks Hayes' legs up and puts his foot down, twisting through and locking Hayes into a sharpshooter in the corner!!!

6!

Engel slides back into the ring quickly as does Marxx. Engel runs to kick Starr off of Hayes but Marxx leaps forward with a flying shoulder into Matthew Engel's face. Starr maintains the hold and Hayes shakes his head as Kalis asks if he wants to quit. Marxx hits a backbreaker on Engel that connects hard and has Engel rolling around in the ring before Marxx drops a big leg drop over his neck. Marxx seems to have found his target as he begins focusing in Engels neck. Hayes grabs the rope with his long reach but Simon just sits there and asks if he'd like to quit.

Jethro Hayes: My hands are on the god damn rope Simon!


Simon Kalis: How's it feel to get fucked Jethro? Like all of you tried fucking Starr tonight?

Kalis gets up and slides out of the ring and the fans begin booing. Starr smirks as he rips into the hold but comes to the quick realization that even if Hayes taps at this point it won't count. Simon joins McDaniel and Rentfro at the commentary table as Engel's taken down with a spinning neckbreaker by Marxx. Marxx goes for the cover but realizes there's no referee.

Jon McDaniel: Are you trying to get fired again?

Simon Kalis: No no... Gentlemen! Consider it a No DQ match now! You assholes don't wanna play by the rules, you may as well go all out!

Brian Rentfro: Our Lord is genius, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Oh god...

Marxx begins arguing with Simon from inside the ring as Engel slides out and Starr lets go of Hayes and slides out of the ring himself. Kalis chucks the ring bell to Engel who catches it and thanks him.

Jon McDaniel: You can't do this.

Simon Kalis: Mark forgot when he fired me, I became a REBEL baby! So by GOD let's see some hardcore violence!

Brian Rentfro: Ohhh Engel found a ringbell outside the ring.

Jon McDaniel facepalms at the announcers table as Engel slides back into the ring with Marxx still yelling at Simon to no avail. Marxx turns around and BANG! Engel clocks him across the face with the ring bell. Starr climbs the top rope carefully as Hayes gets to his feet and flies off with a hurricanrana! But Hayes grabs Starr and lifts him up into a powerbomb position! JETHRO HAYES DROPS LUCIOUS STARR WITH A POWERBOMB TO THE OUTSIDE ON THE STEEL STEPS! The fans go NUTS as Starr crumples and rolls off the steps in a horrible mess, barely conscience. Engel is on his knees over Marxx as he continues to bash his face in with the ring bell until Marxx is utterly bloodied.

Brian Rentfro: Second 2 None dominating this match!

Jon McDaniel: It's looked that way. At least if we had a more objective referee this match may look different.

Simon Kalis: No fuck that. I was put into this match to make sure it went off fair. Do you think Lance Weston would've pulled Starr's ass out of the fire like I did? Starr would've been eliminated ten minutes ago. These assholes want to be cheap? I'll be cheap in return until they learn to play by the rules.

Engel chucks the ring bell aside and lifts Marxx up but Marxx has fight left him in still! He knees Engel in the gut and LEAVING MARXX ON THE RINGBELL HAS MATTHEW ENGEL KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Kalis quickly jumps from the announcers table and slides into the ring just as Marxx covers!

1!

2!!

THREEEEE-NO! HAYES WITH THE BREAK!

Hayes stomps on Marxx and saves Engel from certain elimination. Starr meanwhile is finally showing signs of life on the outside of the ring as he lifts up the top half of the steel steps and slides it into the ring. It hurts him however as he bends over holding his ribs after. Hayes whips Marxx into the ropes and Engel clotheslines him to the canvas. Hayes immediately grabs Simon by the throat and lifts him into the air as Marxx wipes the blood from his face and Starr slides into the ring.

Jethro Hayes: Who's fucked now?

Kalis forces a big shit eating grin and points behind Hayes as Starr rushes with the top half of the steel steps and smashes them over the back of Hayes' head. ENGEL WITH IMAGES AND WORDS ON MARXX! Marxx bounces back up immediately off Engel's knee and wobbles around bloodied as Engel finishes him off with Sons of Plunder! Hayes flips over the top rope after wobbling from Starr's shot to his head. Starr lifts the steel steps over his head and chucks them out of the ring and right onto Hayes' head, neck and back on the outside! Engel falls onto Marxx and hooks the legs!

1!

2!!

3!!!

Kalis starts laughing as he calls for the bell.

Simon Kalis: Matt's Leaving Marxx on your win-loss record, tapette.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: Eliminated by pinfall, MARXX!

Engel kicks Marxx in the ribs and forces him out of the ring. Starr gingerly stands on the top rope before flying off with a double foot stomp onto the steel steps which crush Hayes beneath them. But Starr slips and his head hits the barricade, he bounces off and is laid out on the outside.

Jon McDaniel: What a stunning turn of events, folks! Marxx is eliminated! I just wonder how much the sudden lack of disqualification rules had to do with it. Was Marxx just screwed?

Brian Rentfro: He screwed himself, so sayeth our Lord!

Jon McDaniel: Oh ENOUGH already, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: ..Okay just don't tell, Jon. Geez.

Engel looks at both men on the outside and Hayes is still down and out but Starr gingerly gets to his feet. Engel backs up and rushes forward and hits a stunning suicide plancha onto Starr! Engel's got a fire lit beneath him as he unravels Starr's invincibility with a furious combo of punches, elbows and knees on the outside. He smashes Starr's face against the barricade and helps Hayes get the steel steps off of his back as Kalis, still with his commentators headset on begins a ten count.

1!

Simon Kalis: If they're all counted out do I win by default?

2!

Jon McDaniel: We can hear you, and no. No you don't.

3!

Jon McDaniel: Wait God I hope you don't...

4!

Engel looks up and helps Hayes get slid into the ring.

5!

Simon Kalis: I'd like to take this time to mention Matt Stone rocks.

6!

Engel slides in now with Hayes and begins smiling as he looks out on Lucious Starr.

7!

Engel nods rapidly, awaiting Starr's count out elimination when suddenly.

Ei-

Simon Kalis: OH SHIT!

Kalis grabs his face and throws himself to the canvas in "pain". Engel looks down at him and shakes him but Simon is seemingly severely injured. Hayes is on his feet as Starr begins waking up on the outside, wincing as he rubs his injured ribs. Rayn hops the barricade and grabs Starr, lifting him up before throwing him back into the ring. Hayes immediately pounces on Starr as Rayn salutes a highly irritated Engel and Simon gives him a thumbs up.

Simon Kalis: That's right Matt. No cheap ass count outs, this is going to be settled like men.

Matthew Engel: Fuck you Simon.

Brian Rentfro: I feel the ratings skyrocketing like the price of food and oil, Jon. It's a wonderful thing.

Engel joins Hayes in stomping down on Starr as the two begin to double team Lucious hard. Hayes picks Starr up and whips him into the ropes. As Starr comes back Hayes lifts him up and Engel positions him to Jethro's back and catches Starr into a 3/4th neckbreaker that sends Starr bouncing around the canvas and convulsing in the ring. Hayes and Engel high five as Hayes covers Starr, and then Engel adds his weight to Hayes'.

Jon McDaniel: I almost feel bad for Starr. He's been such a target all night, it's unfair.

Brian Rentfro: I guess that's why Simon just lit a cigarette and took a seat on the top turnbuckle.

Matthew Engel: You've gotta make the count! What the hell?

Simon Kalis: Chamelion put me in here to do this right and make sure it was fair. This isn't a fucking handicap match and I won't count this.

Rayn slides into the ring as Engel and Hayes get up and surround Kalis in the corner. He licks his lips and nods as Starr looks up around him holding his ribs. Starr cracks a grin feeling the karmic retribution coming.

Jethro Hayes: You're tryin' to screw us over.

Simon Kalis: No. YOU'RE trying to screw Starr over, this match has been totally lopsided against him. For someone all of you claim is so shit you all do sure team up to treat him like the biggest threat since the chimera Kalis-Quaranta hybrid beast was covered up by Lisa.

Matthew Engel: This isn't a joke, this is a world title match.

Simon Kalis: So treat it like one and hit each other or something? You two haven't engaged at all. You assholes want to treat this like a tag team match? You want to see what it's like to be treated unfairly?

Rayn immediately low blows both Engel and Hayes before kicking Engel in the gut and hitting THE EPIPHANY in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes nuts as Rayn and Simon high five before Rayn makes a quick exit back through the cheering crowd.

Brian Rentfro: Hahahah brilliant!

Starr is on his feet now and he grabs Hayes and whips him into the corner while Hayes holds his groin. Starr points skyward and the crowd is electrified as they jump to their feet. Starr follows it up with a clothesline and then follows it up by climbing the turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath and rubs his injured ribs before straining as he lifts the much heavier Jethro Hayes into a powerbomb position.

Jon McDaniel: No way! There's no way Starr will pull this off!

Brian Rentfro: HE WILL! HE WILL!!! YOU CAN DO IT STARR!

Starr screams at the top of his lungs as he plunges Jethro Hayes to the canvas with THE GRIM REAPER! The camera flashes are blinding as Starr collapses onto Hayes.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jon McDaniel: WHAAAAAAT?!?!

Eric Emerson: Eliminated as a result of pinfall, Jethro Hayes!

Engel finally stirs up and looks around in disbelief as Kalis raises Starr's hand and pats him on the back. Engel's eyes enrage as he gets his feet now and Starr and Engel begin circling each other. Hayes nods to Engel and leaves the ringside area now.

Jon McDaniel: Well... And then, there were two.

Brian Rentfro: This is it. One of these two men are the next PWA World Champion.

Jon McDaniel: Let no one doubt the prowress, skill and resliency of Lucious Starr. The fact he's still standing is a testament to his heart and spirit. Above all else, his dedication to this match and this chance.

Starr and Engel hook up and grapple, the struggle ensues as each man tries to out power the other. Starr gets the upperhand and hip tosses Engel to the canvas, immediately dropping with an elbow drop over Engel's throat and immediately covering to end this quick.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Engel kicks out and cracks an elbow across Starr's face. Starr lifts Engel up but Engel with an elbow right into those weak ribs of Starr's forces Starr down a bit before Engel picks him up and stuns Starr and the crowd with a blizzard suplex! Engel now pins, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Starr powers out and it's obviously becoming a stale mate. Engel wipes the sweat from his brow as Starr crawls away, favoring his weakened ribs. Engel's on his feet as is Starr and Engel spears Starr into the corner and begins kneeing him repeatedley in those injured ribs.

Jon McDaniel: Doing what any seasoned veteran would do. You see a weak spot and you go at it.

Starr powers out with a headbutt before hopping himself up onto the top rope, his feet on the middle rope as he comes off with an axehandle smash across Engel's face. Engel stumbles back and Starr quickly follows it up with a double armed DDT. Starr quickly moves in on Engel and suddenly applies a Sharpshooter on Matthew Engel! Engel tries to reach for the ropes but he's JUSSSSSST out of reach and shakes his head refusing to quit. Starr teeters back and forth, releasing and then reapplying pressure to toy with The Virus. Starr smiles as he does so but Engel is still refusing to quit.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's not looking too good here. This is the same move Starr put on Hayes earlier to weaken him.

Jon McDaniel: Will he have more success with Engel? Engel really has dominated most of this match but that may be due more to the teaming up of himself, Marxx and Hayes early on.

Engel continues to try to reach for the ropes to no avail and the fans seem to be growing impatient. Starr wobbles with Engel closer to the center of the ring, putting the ropes completely out of reach now. Engel winces and is sweating profusely as he realizes reaching for the ropes is pointless, Starr leaning into the hold now with his grip on Engel tightening.

Lucious Starr: I promised you I didn't know how this match would end! But I knew it'd end with me over you, Engel!

Starr laughs as Kalis finally asks Engel if he quits but Engel flat out refuses and pushes himself up onto his hands and begins pulling himself and Starr towards the ropes. Starr tries fighting back and it becomes a back and forth struggle, both Starr and Engel in serious pain. Engel on his lower back but Starr with his ribs, the pressure really being felt and his entire side of his body looking black and blue from bruising is almot disgusting to see. Engel finally manages to reach the bottom rope and grabs onto it for dear life. Kalis gives Starr to the count of five to break the submission and he does so, only just after the four count. Starr stumbles forward, again favoring those injured ribs which have been targeted all night long. First by Raizzor then by Marxx, Hayes and of course Matthew Engel. Engel is slowy to get up but uses the ropes to pull himself up. Starr is up albeit gingerly and stalks Engel from behind.

Jon McDaniel: Could this be?!

HADES FLAME ON MATTHEW ENGEL!!! HADES FLAME ON MATTHEW ENGEL! Engel looks DONE as Starr quickly collapses onto him, Kalis immediately drops to make the count.

1!

2!!

THREEEEEEEE-NO! NO! ROPE BREAK! ROPE BREAK!

Kalis looks at Starr and points to Engel's right foot just hanging off the bottom rope, a saving grace for The Virus. Starr slams his fists into the canvas before pulling a still dazed Engel further into the ring.

Lucious Starr: That's bullshit, Simon! After all they did to screw me over?!

Starr quickly drops onto Engel again, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Starr grabs his hair in frustration as Kalis quietly holds up the two fingers. Although they're just one middle finger on each hand, they're still two fingers.

Brian Rentfro: Starr can't believe it and I don't think the fans can either! He's PISSED!

Jon McDaniel: It'll take a lot to put Engel down.

Lucious Starr: They tried screwing me the whole time, Simon. Is this how you treat an old friend?

Starr's arguements are to no avail as Simon remains silent and steps off. Engel is coming to now and he quickly rolls up Starr in a schoolboy pin out of no where!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

At the very last moment Starr manages to kick out, if just barely.

Engel gets up quickly and picks Starr up. Starr with a left! Engel with a right! Starr goes for an uppercut but Engel dodges, SONS of PLUNDER OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd is ON THEIR FEET! Engel drops and hooks the legs! The crowd chants along!

Fans: ONE!

Fans: TWO!

FANS: THREE!!!

NO! NO! STARR KICKS OUT!!! STARR KICKS OUT!!! THE ARENA IS DEAFENING WITH CHEERS!!!! STARR KICKS OUT AND ENGEL IS IN ABSOLUTE SHOCK!

Jon McDaniel: WOWWWWWWWWWW!!

Brian Rentfro: Unbelievable!!!!

Even Kalis begins to laugh and applaud Starr who's eyes roll around in his head. Engel isn't wasting time however as he quickly heads to the top rope. EUTHANASIA!!! EUTHANASIA ON LUCIOUS STARR!!!!

Jon McDaniel: It's OVER!

Engel hooks the legs!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

....NO! NO! STARR KICKS OUT! STARR GETS HIS SHOULDER UP JUSSSSST BARELY!!!

Brian Rentfro: WHOAAA! Starr just won't die! Holy SHI-

Jon McDaniel: I am in unbelievable awe of Starr's fortitude right now.

Engel looks at Kalis in disbelief but Simon holds up the two for the count. Starr begins rolling away in tremendous pain but Engel is up and grabs him with no mercy in his eyes. He lifts Starr up and immediately locks him into The Million Dollar Dream! Starr is helpless as Engel thrashes with him in the arm-trap triangle hold. Starr's eyes begin to flutter as Engel brings him down to the canvas, maintaining the hold. Starr chokes and coughs, refusing to tap out.

Brian Rentfro: ...

Jon McDaniel: ...

Engel is relentless as he tightens his grip with each passing moment, Starr's eyes now completely shut. Kalis taps Starr on the face and Starr stirs to life barely, fighting the pain with every ounce of breath and strength he has. Finally he raises his clenched fist and bites his bottom lip. Engel positons his knee and begins driving it into Starr's injured ribs... Starr drops his hand but doesn't tap. Kalis pats Starr on the back and shakes his head. He stands up and is about to call for the bell but Starr's eyes burst open to life and he begins squirming with his last bit of fuel to get out but Engel just keeps cracking at his ribs with his knee and maintaing the hold. Kalis drops back to his knees in front of them and gives Starr a small salute as Starr begins tapping!

DING DING DING

Engel rolls off of Starr breathing heavily now as Kalis calls checks on Lucious Starr, holding up an X with his arms for immediate medical attention.

Eric Emerson: The WINNER of Who's The Man?! 2011 and Franchise of the PWA... And NEW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... "THE VIRUS"... MATTHEW ENGEL!!!!

Kalis grabs the belt from ringside and waits for Engel to get to his feet. He hands it to Engel and nods, lifting The Virus' hand high in the air as "Sympathy for the Devil" hits over the speakers. EMT's are already in the ring checking on Lucious Starr's condition as Jethro Hayes come back from backstage and sldies into the ring to celebrate with Engel.

Brian Rentfro: What a match. What a champion! What a STARR!

Jon McDaniel: This was an intense fight that no one will soon forget.

Simon helps the EMT's place Starr on the gurney and pats him on the chest as Engel climbs the top turnbuckles on every corner, raising the PWA World title high for all to see.

Brian Rentfro: And so we've crowned our 2011 Franchise and new PWA World Champion! Awesome.

Jon McDaniel: It's been a hell of a night! We've seen every single title change hands or awarded, and I can't wait to see how things progress from here.

Brian Rentfro: And I just realized, next week, Rampage... Enika Engel was promised a match with the new PWA champion, and it's Matthew Engel, family and former AOWF Tag Partner before she was stripped of the title, so it could be awarded to Engel's current partner, Jethro Hayes.

Jon McDaniel: Damn, that's right! Well, ladies and Gents, we've made it through yet another amazing PWA PPV. I'm Jon McDaniel, for Brian Rentfro we say good night, God Bless and see you in seven days!

The scene fades on Matthew Engel celebrating on the ropes.

(C) PWA 2011

Quick Results:

Raizzor d. Lucious Starr
Ash Nuken d. Phoenix for the PWA TV Title
Matt Stone d. Cody Bogard, Trent Sunderland & Jimmy Henderson
Mark Zout & Ryan Ross d. Dos Caras & Dos Caras
David Blazenwing d. Duff for the PWA IC Title
Might & Magic d. The Assholes (Ash & Maverick) for the PWA Tag Team Titles
Hunter Sullivan d. Nightmare for the PWA GB Title
Matthew Engel d. Jethro Hayes, Lucious Starr and Marxx to be crowd PWA World Champion